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“You nervous?”
“Well, yeah, kind of.”
“You don’t have to be; it’s not like this is going to be her first time or anything.”
“Yeah- um- sure, but… you know, it is mine.”
“Fine, be nervous. She says we taste better that way.”
Nash stopped talking as the lump in his fuzzy throat tightened. He breathed a bit deeper, and made an effort to feel the concrete beneath each of his four paws, to focus on something real in order to keep his mind at bay. That head of his had gotten him into something really crazy this time around.
“Hey, um, it’s this way.”
Nash stopped and looked back at his new acquaintance, Connor, who was gesturing that they turn this next corner.
“Oh, right,” Nash replied, scrambling for a moment to catch up. Connor had given him the address, Nash could have gotten there himself, but the friendly mouse had offered to walk him there, and honestly the gesture was appreciated. Seeing another Rodentia so calm about this helped him keep his nerves, which in turn let him feel a bit more of that familiar excitement building up inside. After all, this was supposed to be… well, ‘fun’ maybe wasn’t the right word, but it was certainly supposed to be something he enjoyed… right?
Honestly, no. He- no rodent- would imagine that they were supposed to get enjoyment from something like this. And yet, the strong, giddy excitement in his little chest begged to differ. Frankly, he was more than a little shocked that anyone was offering a service like this. But it seemed the saying was true: you could find anything in this city if you looked for it. And he’d found Connor, Connor and-
“Alright, this is the place,” Connor announced with casual cheer.
Nash looked up at the large building where they’d stopped. It was Felis-sized, of course, as with nearly everything else in this city. But that was largely a practical necessity. You could accommodate a mouse inside a big place fairly easily; you couldn’t fit a cat inside a mouse hole.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Nash thought, as he followed Connor through the appropriately sized Rodential door.
And what was it he was doing, exactly? Well, the thing about Nash was, he sort of… wanted to get eaten. Well, no, he did not want to get eaten, really, he just… He’d always had this little feeling, this curiosity, an urge you might even say, to find out what it was like. He’d had it for years. The thought would stick around in his head, sometimes for hours. Felis hadn’t hunted Rodentia for centuries, the only rodents they ate these days were feral, and Nash was very grateful for that fact, but perhaps it was that very same knowledge that kept him feeling safe enough to fantasize, every time he watched a ropey tail disappear between a cat’s jaws, about what it was like inside.
And, evidently, he wasn’t the only one.
“So, um, how long have you known her for?” Nash asked.
“About a year now.”
“And has she ever… you know… done it with you?”
“Oh, I’m not really into it… like that. I just like to watch.”
“Oh, um…” Nash trailed off, embarrassed. When he’d found out this, um, ‘activity’, existed, he’d sort of assumed everyone involved felt the same about it as he did. Now he felt sort of foolish, thinking everyone was weird like him. People have their differences, after all, even in situations like this.
“I’ve seen her do this a hundred times,” Connor said, anticipating Nash’s next question (though Nash himself wasn’t sure if he’d have had the resolve to ask it). Connor seemed pleased, almost a bit excited, like he was proud to say it.
That actually helped calm Nash’s nerves. He had been slightly worried- well, more than slightly- about if this cat could really be trusted. Not that he had trouble trusting Felis! No, not a bit. It’s just that he’d never really had to trust one- anyone- with something like this. But this other mouse had been with her for a while, seen her do this over and over, and well, he was still around. So clearly this cat wasn’t some Rodentia-chomping fiend from the dark ages. And not only was that aspect reassuring, but seeing his fellow embracing this bizarre desire, so much like his own, gave him a bit of confidence.
That last part only lasted until Connor’s next words.
“She’s in here.” He gestured to the door they’d just reached.
A moment of silence filled the air.
“You want me to go in first?” he offered.
“…Sure,” Nash agreed. He could feel his little heart thumping.
Connor pushed open the door and walked through, stepping to one side. Taking a breath, Nash followed.
Instantly, his eyes locked onto the cat. She was curled up in the middle of the room, resting, her dark coat shimmering in the dazzling light. The room was outfitted with bright lamps, and a mildly reflective finish on the walls, casting illumination everywhere, just below the point of discomfort. It caught the feline’s fur and her features at almost every angle, to the point where Nash could do nothing other than stare- though he might have done that anyway.
And that was all before she opened her eyes. Piercing pools of green in the bright shadows of her furry face, they focused on the two arriving mice.
“Oh, hello there.” She perked up rather quickly, sounding genuinely happy at their arrival. She rose onto all fours. “Sorry, just taking a quick catnap while I waited.” She extended her forward legs, keeping her rear high while lowering her chest to the floor and arching her back in an elegant stretch. And as she did so, her jaws stretched as well, gaping open for a moment in a quiet yawn. She was facing the side wall, so rather than a view straight down her gullet, Nash saw only the brightly lit profile of her sharp teeth, and a glimpse of her swelling tongue. He had to wonder if that positioning was intentional. A habit to keep her ‘guests’ calm? Or maybe to tease them?
He abandoned the thought as she turned to face them and padded closer.
“I’m Kelsey, nice to eat you,” she looked down over him with a little smile.
Nash stared back up at her, finding himself a bit too overwhelmed to speak. A Felis had never quite seemed so big.
“…That was supposed to be a joke,” she remarked, brushing past the awkward silence. “You must be Nash, right?”
“Uh- Yes.” Hearing his name brought some sense back.
“Well, why don’t you come on inside and get comfortable, Nash,” she invited.
“Oh, um, sure,” he stuttered nervously. He walked further into the room, but had a hard time taking his eyes off her as he went past. It wasn’t so much fear he felt- well, yes, there was some fear- but it was more the draw of the unknown. He’d never really been around a Felis that he’d thought was planning to eat him. Kelsey seemed almost like a different creature compared to the cats he interacted with every day, a different breed.
He managed to keep his eyes off her for a few moments, though, out of politeness, and in that time noticed the lack of windows in the small room. Good, he thought. The last thing he needed in all this was to be worrying about who might be watching. He heard the door click gently shut behind him, and a moment later one of Kelsey’s big, dark-furred paws entered his peripheral vision as she walked up next to him.
“So, Nash, tell me about yourself,” she requested, passing him by.
“Well, I-” he forced some coherency back into his voice, taking small steps toward the center of the room as the feline began to circle him idly. “I live in a small studio burrow across town. Work retail at a local place. I, um, like watching movies when I can.”
“Alright,” Kelsey replied with mild interest and a little dip of her head. “But I was more meaning: tell me about why you’re here.”
“Oh- oh- um.”
“You don’t have to,” the feline clarified as she came back into view for a second lap. “Most mice appreciate the chance. This isn’t really the kind of thing people can talk about out in the world. This is the only opportunity someone in your position has.”
Nash hadn’t really thought of it like that before, but she had a point. He’d never had anyone he could talk to about this. Not without worrying what they’d think or that they might start spreading rumors. But it would be ridiculous to hold back from her, considering what she clearly already knew, and what they’d be doing together… what she’d be doing with him… He eyed her fur-clad belly as she passed. He came to realize as well that some part of him had always wanted to tell someone, to say these things out loud.
“I… um… I always sort of wanted to know what it was like… to… you know…”
“To be eaten?” she offered the words.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “To be inside a… inside a cat’s mouth… What it feels like when they- uh- you- um swallow… What the inside is like… inside your… your belly.”
“No interest in my teeth then?” she asked almost casually, the words coming from behind him, nearly out of sight.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of those pearly daggers between her jaws.
“I can get you pretty close to them, give you a little poke or two without any real harm.”
“Oh, um, err-”
“Don’t worry, you can say no,” she interrupted with a tiny chuckle, already picking up on his answer. She almost sounded cute. “Some mice are into that, others are more interested in the deeper experience. Like you, right?”
“…Yeah, I guess,” he answered, almost chuckling himself. She really did seem to get him. And her cheery, loose demeanor was doing wonders to loosen him up as well. “So, you, um… you really… swallow mice? Um, Rodentia, not ferals?”
“That’s right,” she replied, a slight smile on her snout and an even slighter tone of teasing in her voice.
“And, um, let them back out?”
“Of course. I’ll give you the full Kelsey experience, from tongue to tummy, and you just come out whenever you’re ready.”
“Wow, that… that sounds incredible. And you’re… you’re okay with all this?”
“Oh, more than okay. It’s nice to get to do this with mice like you. There are basically no ferals in the city. What else would you expect in a place full of cats, right? And the imports are so expensive. So if it weren’t for curious little guys like you, I’d never get to enjoy a real rodent meal.”
“Oh- well I’m- uh, happy to be of service,” he half-joked.
“The pleasure’s all mine.” The feline’s tail swished. She finally stopped, standing in front of him, triggering him to stop as well. They were just about in the center of the room. He could feel the heat of the floor against his paws from where she’d been laying. The heat from her body, fueled by all she consumed.
“So,” came Connor’s voice, walking up from behind him. “You about ready to get started?”
Nash had nearly forgotten the other mouse was even in the room. Connor walked up to Kelsey as she sat down facing them. He approached her so casually, no sign of fear or distrust, and with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Uh- Yeah!” Nash replied, getting more than a bit excited himself. “How- do we start?”
Kelsey answered by laying down, bringing her head to the floor, just a mouse’s tail from Nash’s whiskered face. She let him hang in that moment, just gazing upon her face, into her eyes. Then her little smile widened, and then so did her jaws, splitting those up-curled lips as her stubby muzzle parted before his tiny eyes.
And suddenly, Nash had a much greater appreciation for those bright lights shining all around them.
The inside of the feline’s maw. He felt the sight take his tiny breath. The beautiful, smooth, pink landscape, the gleaming white teeth tapering to the finest of points, all gleaming and shining in the light. It was more vivid than he could have imagined.
The tongue slipped slowly toward him. He almost took a step back out of instinctive fear, until he realized she was merely offering it to him. He felt the urge, stronger than ever, to reach out and place his paw on the saliva-sheened muscle. And the only thing that held him back, was his question as to what would happen next.
“Do we not, um, use a rope, or something?” he asked.
Connor elected to answer, allowing Kelsey to keep her maw on full display for him.
“She doesn’t like to mention it, but she really doesn’t need rope shavings adding to her hairballs. Besides, you’re about the same size. You won’t give her any trouble.”
It was an odd, exhilarating feeling, being compared to a thing like that. And beyond the comparison, it exhilarated him to know that they wouldn’t be needing any pesky safety equipment. Not that he would have objected at all to putting on a harness and a safety line if that’s what it took to keep him alive. But the fact that he would be completely in the paws of this feline, just like an actual meal would be, controlled only by the forces of her gullet. It terrified him, but he loved it.
*squish*
Nash reached out and sank his minute, trembling paw into the cat’s tongue. It gave slightly under his pressure. Saliva soaked between his digits. Indulging in a lifelong fantasy, he pulled the paw back slightly, slowly running it across the pink. He could feel them, all the tiny little spikes, pointing in toward her throat. They seemed so innocuous when a Felis was pruning their fur, but he’d heard once that a cat could lick the flesh right off a mouse’s bones if they tried. Nowadays, a Felis would never touch a Rodentia with their tongue outside of maybe the most understanding and trusting of relationships; the fact that he was touching one right now…
*squish* … *squish* *squish*
He put his other foreleg onto the soft carpet of living muscle and took a step. Kelsey took that moment, perhaps intentionally, to let out a long breath. Nash felt the warm, humid air from her depths wiggling his whiskers and running through his fur. Her scent filled his nostrils. His eyes locked onto the slowly pulsing flesh at the back of the feline’s throat.
He froze. His heart beat faster. But he wasn’t scared, he was electrified.
Air rushed back past him as Kelsey inhaled, beckoning him inside after it. And at the same time, the cat made the tiniest, gentlest move with her tongue, curling the very tip to brush against the fur on the mouse’s underside, just nudging him to come forward.
*squish* *squish* *squish* *squish*
Kelsey felt the little paws step across her tongue, all four of them, and felt the little mouse’s full weight, his taste soaking into her.
Nash kept his head low as he watched the razor teeth and lengthy fangs pass above him, her lower set rising on either side, surrounding him. The thought briefly hit him that she could easily bite him in half, but he thrust it away. He needed to trust her. The more he could do that, the better this experience would be.
And the experience was only just beginning.
She gave him a few moments like that, standing there freely with the control she’d allowed him to keep, before she started moving her tongue.
He took a shuttering breath as the ‘ground’ he was standing on suddenly shifted, but quickly took comfort in the fact that it was slow.
Gradually, gently, she pulled him inside her mouth. The tip of her tongue came to rest back behind her gums. His tail rested harmlessly between her two frontmost teeth. And her jaws ever so tenderly closed in tighter around him.
Nash saw the light fading and found himself quickly turning around, half from instinctive fear, and half from burning excitement. Kelsey’s mouth was a tight fit, hardly enough room to hold him fully like she was doing, but the walls were just yielding enough. The wet muscle pressed saliva deep into his fur as he rubbed against it, but he managed to squeeze and slip and bend enough to get himself facing the outside world again.
And what he saw was the dazzling light from the room, streaming in past Kelsey’s teeth, gleaming on the soft pink of her cheeks and her palette. And as he watched those jaws continue to slowly close, cutting off more and more of that light, he felt for the first time that which was the overwhelming power of a predator over her prey.
But the jaws never closed completely; they stayed open just a bit, lips included. Perhaps he was slightly too big to fit otherwise, or maybe she was intentionally leaving him a bit of light, so he could see everything she was doing.
Once the looming ceiling of pink settled above him, the living sea of pink below came to life. He watched the tip come up and cover his face, sliding its saliva-ladened little barbs through his fur as it brushed along his head. Or licked, more accurately. She- she was licking him. Tasting him. The sides of the soft, flexing muscle came up around him, rubbing against his flanks, shifting him around the cramped feline maw, pressing him almost eagerly into the harder palette above as if to squeeze the flavor out of him.
The corners of Kelsey’s lips curled up further around her Rodential guest, as she let the simple, potent pleasure of his gift to her resonate through her body. She tossed him around idly within her humble muzzle, shifting him around, nudging him with her tongue so she could feel him react. Every little movement of the mouse within her maw was exquisite. Feeling another living creature against her tongue, sandwiched between her jaws, it was an experience beyond compare. She gave him a squeeze, slightly harder than the ones before, and felt him squirm a touch under the pressure- nothing dangerous or painful by any measure, just the full Kelsey experience she’d promised.
Nash was dripping with the cat’s hot drool now, soaking in it as it matted his fur and penetrated deep to coat the skin below. Everything he could hear was the smack and spatter of the cat’s tongue and jaws as they worked around him, worked on him. It felt like a dream. It was all far, far too surreal to be actually happening. But it was also far too real and vivid to be a dream. He could never have imagined a place like this in such stunning detail: the way her tongue gently brushed past her gums, bunching up around the edges, the way the little bubbles of drool crackled and popped and disappeared into the sea of tiny spines beneath him, the way the light glinted off every immaculate tooth.
A figure appeared to block that light. Nash had to focus his eyes a moment before he could see, and focus his mind a moment before he could recognize, but eventually he did come to realize Connor was standing there. He was just outside of Kelsey’s maw, beyond her curved teeth. He said nothing, but smiled as Nash’s eyes finally settled on him.
And with that smile, he made one, simple gesture: he lifted one paw, and pointed at Nash.
No, not at him, behind him.
The sodden mouse arched his neck, careful to avoid sticking his head between the cat’s idly shifting teeth. His heart skipped another beat. Somehow, he had almost forgotten what was laying back there: Kelsey’s throat. The concept of actually being swallowed struck him like a pouncing cat. Being squeezed down into the feline’s depths, swallowed whole by her, enveloped. His tail was already sagging limply over the drop of her tongue, slipping down to tickle the gullet beyond. In a moment, Nash’s entire perception of the mouth around him changed: from a destination, to an entrance. All of this, and he wasn’t actually inside her yet, this was just the front door. And the entire, long, winding path of Kelsey’s digestive system waited for him, just on the other side of that simple, pink slope. He suddenly felt very precarious, knowing that at any moment she might decide to slip him down her tongue and pack him away within her body.
…And he wanted her to.
Connor looked on, slightly wide-eyed, with a little smile of excited wonder.
Nash ran his paws along the tongue again, savoring the texture with the building apprehension that he would soon be taken away from it all. He looked back across the pink maw, trying to soak in every detail like his fur soaked in the slick fluids.
And then the light faded to almost nothing, because the great tongue beneath him began to swell. And he felt his rear press against the quivering flesh behind him, and begin to slide.
Kelsey felt the delicious little mouse in her maw wiggling so delightfully, the saliva building up, his taste saturating her tastebuds, her stomach longing for an equally- if not more thorough- taste of this little morsel. And so she finally gave in, raising her tongue, pushing him back, keeping her head just in the right position so Connor could watch as their special guest ever so gently slipped deeper and deeper into her widening throat until-
*gulp*
Nash watched Connor’s smiling face recede between the gleaming frames of Kelsey’s teeth, as the mass of pink muscle rose, and then suddenly those hungry walls enveloped him from all sides, and he was plunged into hot, slick, darkness.
His heart hammering, slime squelching in his ears, firm muscles pressing against every inch, he took in the sensation. This was being eaten by a cat. Claimed as a meal. Swallowed alive. He could hardly believe it. He drank in every single moment. He hardly noticed how little he could breathe.
*SPLORSH* *splash* *slosh* *glurg*
Nash gasped up the fetid air, filling his little lungs and his nostrils along the way. Everything had been coated in wet slime before, but he was in a pool of the stuff now. He could feel a new, thicker slop begin to seep into his fur, noticeably hotter than the cat’s saliva. This stuff had been stewing deep inside her for hours, churning, digesting. And now he’d been tossed in along with it.
This… THIS IS HER STOMACH!!
He was stunned. Unbelievably shaken and stunned. Her slower, louder heartbeat thumped rhythmically around him. Constant little sloshes as any tiny movement of her belly, of her body, of his body, caused the fluids around him to shift, lapping at his matted fur. His paws squished far into deeply yielding flesh. A loose, flexible sac, holding him concealed somewhere in Kelsey’s body, stowed away with whatever else the feline had eaten as it continued to work diligently to process the cat’s food.
Kelsey smacked her lips in satisfaction, sampling what leftover taste remained, eyeing Connor happily. After a long moment, she took a deep, contented breath, and then casually sat up.
Just as Nash was beginning to come to terms with his current situation, everything around him seemed to shift. It was as if gravity had changed its mind on a whim, pressing his body, along with the rest of the cat’s stomach contents against a fresh section of stomach wall. Scraps and chunks of the feline’s previous meal bumped into him as the sloshing liquids they floated in settled.
Connor walked beneath Kelsey’s looming head, between her forelegs, and up to her upright chest. He hopped up onto his back legs, pressing his front paws into her soft fur so he could get up close to where he knew her stomach was. It gurgled pleasantly at his touch.
“Hey, you make it down there in one piece?”
Nash didn’t realize the tiny jiggle in his confines had come from the other mouse pressing up against the cat’s belly, but he did recognize Connor’s voice, despite the attempts of Kelsey’s body to muffle it and drown it out.
“Y-yeah,” Nash barely squeaked back. He hadn’t tried to speak since this adventure began, he hadn’t realized how tight and tired his voice had become. He mustered a bit more energy and tried again. “Yeah!”
“Heh, another one down the gullet,” he remarked, with that same thrilled little smile.
Kelsey slumped over onto her side, falling around Connor. And then slowly rolled onto her back in lazy bliss.
“Whoa- whoa!”
Nash tumbled around the shifting stomach as the cat moved. Bouncing into the fleshy walls with waves of chyme crashing down atop him. The belly he was inside of gave a nice long, rumbling-
*guuuuuurgle*
“Hey, um, could you try to take it easy out there?” he called.
“Oh, sorry about that little guy.” The feline’s voice, deeply soaked in pleasure, rumbled around him. “I can get a bit carried away. How is it in there?”
“It’s… it’s incredible. I mean, it’s terrifying, but… I can’t believe I’m really in here. Thank you for this!”
The little mouse jiggled with her laughter. “Like I said, the pleasure is all mine.” She stretched her legs as far as they could go, basking in the sensation of a full belly, and the knowledge of the breathing soul filling it up, and let the warmth from those bright lights soak into her fur.
The absolutely sweltering heat, and the irregular clenches from those fleshy, slimy walls were more than a bit intense, but Nash was way too enthralled to care. He took it all in, every little sensation. Those walls pressing against him was something no other mouse got to experience and live, none other than those special few with the unique curiosity and bravery to venture to a place like this. It was all so vivid, so real, it was almost like he could see the pale pink walls and their faintly glistening slime.
…Wait… wait, he could see! Faintly. Very faintly, but growing more and more visible as his eyes adjusted. Those bright lights, shining directly on Kelsey’s exposed belly, as her stretching thinned her skin and parted her fur. It was just enough to let enough light in, that Nash’s little mouse eyes could dimly glimpse his surroundings.
He lay in a little sac, almost just his size. The walls around him were covered in wrinkles and creases. He ran a paw against the muscle hanging overhead and felt his little digits trace the paths.
The walls around his head pressed in firmly, obscuring his view for a moment, but as they receded he could watch the peristaltic wave pass over the rest of his body, stirring the chyme around him, and also, he knew, pressing the feline’s special digestive cocktail deeper into his coat. To be in the clutches of such a deathly, powerful place was awe inspiring.
This stuff… everything around him… this had once been food. Her food. He knew that was gross. He knew that. But it was also utterly engrossing. He swiped his paw through the slop in what little open space there was. It was thick, but not uniform. There were mushy masses, and even a few hard chunks mixed in, some of them fairly large.
His morbid curiosity leading him, he searched around as best he could, trying not only to locate, but to actually grab one of the mucus-slicked lumps that kept bumping into him. Most of the solid stomach contents were too smooth for him to get a grip on. He nearly grabbed something once, but a poorly timed stomach contraction tore it from his grasp. He couldn’t blame the cat’s belly, though. It was just doing what it normally did, it had no idea its current occupant wasn’t an actual meal.
Then, by some stroke of luck, his fingers managed to find a hole in one of the chunks. Perhaps a crack the acids had wormed their way inside and broadened? He took a solid grip and pulled it out from the depths of the chyme, and up into the dim light where he could see it.
All manner of slop poured off it, back into the stew below, as he did his best to hold it up. It was nearly the size of his own head. ‘Food’ this size could fill him up for a day or more, and yet to this hungry cat it was just one small portion of a meal half-gone. It was one thing to understand the concept of a Felis portion size, it was another to effectively be one.
Continuing to squint in the dim light, he tried his best to make out what this thing was. He didn’t really expect to be able to identify it. Not only was he unsure what city cats really ate in the first place, but whatever it had once been had likely been worn past all recognition by the feline’s belly. He found a second hole in the object. He turned it around a few different ways in his paws, pushing it out into the stomach wall to try and distance himself and get a better view.
…And then he finally saw it.
He gasped.
*guuuuurgle* went the stomach around him.
It… it was… it was a skull. A mouse skull. Okay, that was a bit too real. He could feel instinctual panic and horror start to set in, but at the same time he tried to keep himself calm.
Whoa! Calm down Nash. It’s just a feral skull. Get a hold of yourself. …But…but didn’t Kelsey say…?
“K-Kelsey?” he called, but the shock had drawn the strength out of his already weakened voice. He tried again, a healthy dose of fear helping to fuel his words. “Kelsey!?”
“Something the matter in there, Nash?” came the feline’s omnipresent voice.
“Didn’t you say it was too expensive to get ferals to eat in the city?”
“Yeah. A real shame, too. You mice are delicious,” she sounded so warm and complimenting.
“But-” panic started to enter his voice more clearly, “But there’s a skull in here!”
“…Oh,” Kelsey murmured. “Um, sorry about that, I didn’t think Dale would still be around.”
“D-Dale!?” Nash started shaking. He dropped the skull, splatting into the thick chyme around him, but he could still feel it pressing up against him, along with all the other hard chunks, the other bones, stewing there with him in the cat’s belly. There wasn’t enough room for him to push away.
Nash felt a sudden, additional pressure squeezing him from above. Different from the stomach’s usual nudges and clenches.
Connor clambered up Kelsey’s side onto her upturned belly, padding gently along its length to the point where he knew her stomach lay. He thought, perhaps, he could even make out the little lump that was their Rodential guest, amidst all the other hidden innards of the cat’s body. He pressed down, leaning his weight into his paws.
Kelsey began to purr.
Kelsey’s stomach began to growl hungrily.
“K-Kelsey! Kelsey!” But the loud rumbling of the cats pleasured purring completely drowned out his voice. Nash might have lost it if the pressure hadn’t let up a moment later, and the happy little vibrations faded out. Desperately hoping, he called out again. “Kelsey!! Connor!! I- I want to come out!!”
“Oh? But it’s not time yet,” the feline replied softly, pleasure still clear in her voice. And something else as well: a faint, insidious, predatory, hungry tone, underlying every little rumbling word that reached Nash’s slime-filled ears through the fleshy walls.
“P-please! You said I could come out whenever I wanted!”
“Actually, I think I said you could come out when you were ready.”
“I’m ready! I’m ready!”
“Hmm…. No, I don’t think you are yet. But don’t worry. Give it a few more hours, a day or two, and my belly will get you good and ready to come out. It always does.”
*guuuuuuuuuurgle*
“Wha-!? N-no! NO! YOU CAN’T!”
Nash felt his head pressed downward as Connor leaned in for another firm rub. He hadn’t noticed just how quickly the churning soup around him had been rising. It was up to his neck now even when he wasn’t getting pushed and squeezed.
Speaking of, another firm wave of contractions flowed through the stomach walls, bringing with them another long rumble of the feline’s hungry belly as it momentarily smothered him.
*cough* *spit* “Connor! Connor, help! She won’t let me out!”
“Whoa, Nash, you don’t need to shout. I’m right here,” came the reply. Nash could hear the mouse’s voice, coming from just the other side of that wall of muscle and bone; thin enough for the light to leak through, but all too strong enough to keep a little mouse tucked away where they belonged.
“Help! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
“I am helping,” Connor assured. “Kelsey loves a good belly rub, don’t you kitty? It does wonders for her digestion; you’ll be out in no time.”
“No! NO! PLEASE NO! I DON’T WANT TO-”
*puuuuurrrrrrrrr*
Connor pressed his deft little rodent hands into the cat’s belly, and another wave of appreciative purrs vibrated her body, drowning out the cries of the mouse within.
*guuuuurgle* *glorp*
“Your belly’s gonna be busy for a while,” Connor remarked to the blissful cat.
“Guess that means you will be too,” Kelsey purred, she sounded excited.
“You know it,” the little mouse replied, pressing his hands deep into that soft fur, and the even softer belly beneath. The feline purred louder, vibrating him as he rested atop her, and no doubt vibrating the mouse within her as well.
He really did love to watch, he hadn’t been lying… about that. Seeing a big cat like Kelsey work a meal into pudge, especially another mouse like himself. The idea, the sight, it fascinated him. It amazed him how her body could work like that so effortlessly. Such a sweet kitty cat, but so deadly a few inches below the surface.
And lucky Nash got to find out firsthand.
*glurg* *blorp*