Confound inside this putrid cell; Nate sat back and wished for release. Glancing at the pillars of his crate, he saw each bar holding him inside was around an inch thick. Busting out of here on his own wasn't an option. It had been days since he'd last seen his original owner. He couldn't even remember her face nor what she sounded like. So much had occurred since he'd been whisked away by that giant fiend. That catgirl. She towered over him like a skyscraper. In her eyes, he was the size of a AA battery at best. No larger. He cursed his tiny form and this world that made him like this. He was nothing but a mouse. She stripped him of his freedom, dignity, pride; and only left him as a shallow husk of his former self.
"I'm feeling quite famished today." Her voice met his ears and he began to tremble. A slight shake of his leg was all it took to send the anxiety coming back to him. Nate held his breath, desperately wishing that this was all a dream. That he could wake up from this nightmare and be at home. The dread starts to set in as he hears the familiar jingle of keys and hears the door open. Nate's legs had a mind of their own as he immediately moved towards the back, concealing himself in the darkness of the shadows. Nate heard her speak.
"Fighting back today?" She said with a grin, "I like that." Her hand came after him. Almost like a giant predator hunting it's prey. Nate dodged her first strike, rolled to his side, and saw her visibly irritated. Her face was a mixture of annoyance and frustration as her lips faltered. Her expression molded into a scowl.
"Get over here you little bastard!" She said with a fierce tone. Nate refused to compromise. He dodged her hand as many times as he could before finally collapsing. His muscles broke down and he fell to the ground with a thud. The catgirl made her move.
"Took you long enough!" Her tone was condescending enough to get Nate riled up. He couldn't find the strength to move. All of his energy was spent. She pulled Nate's limp body by his arm, dragging him across the cold metallic floor, and soon he felt weightless. Nate looked down at the immense amount of distance between himself and the floor. He started to feel squeamish as air danced on his now sweaty feet. The toes on his feet curl and cramp up. He felt worried, but then looked at the catgirl who held him at face value.
Her messy brunette hair gave her a bed head look. Brown, almost hazel eyes inspected his tiny being. It was like she was staring at a pest. Her lips were pursed into a grin. The outfit she wore consisted of a t-shirt that left her shoulder barren and baggy, grey sweatpants. It seemed she just woken up and decided to cause mischief. She licked her lips to which Nate shuddered. All Nate heard was laughter that echoed inside his tiny head.
"I'm not going to eat you" She said with a callous grin, "Not yet anyways." With nate in her grasp, she raised him in the air towards the light. Her eyes scanned his tiny, malnourished body. The way he breathed so tirelessly made her heart skip a beat. He just looked so pitiful that it was almost adorable. Nate felt the air in his lungs dissipate. There was a sudden feeling of motion sickness. He felt gravely ill. His body was in shock and his head; pounding. He looks up, vision blurry at the catgirl who only smiled. Nate's tiny ears heard a light, joyful humming coming from her.
The catgirl walked over to the door. Each step sent nate back and forth in the air at a rapid pace. It made him nauseous, and he held his breath to prevent further sickness. Vertigo made his mind falter. The catgirl reached for her keys and opened an old, wooden door. She raised nate up to her chest so that he saw what she saw. Darkness. Absolute darkness that covered the entire room. Nate was confused at what the catgirl was showing him. She walked over to the center of the dark room and lifted her other hand up. Her hand held onto a string and she pulled on it. Nate heard a "Click" and then gasped at what he saw.
Tiny mouseboys like himself trapped in this hellhole. Each starved, tired and desperate for release. Nate felt dust enter his lungs and he coughed. He sounded like he was on death's door. The mouseboys were all held together in captivity. In overcrowded containers. 10 or so in each one. The catgirl placed nate on top of a container and gave him a look.
Her expression reminded him of a bored child. Whenever a child would suddenly tire out of a toy and just toss it away. Her gaze was terrifying. She wanted to get under one's skin, find out what scared them, and exploit it for all she could muster. The way the gears in her mind worked was absolutely petrifying.
"Achooo" The catgirl sneezed and then sniffled at the dusty room. She used her free hand to hold her nose and took a breath. While she made noise, nate and the others were absolutely silent. The fear that this girl gave them could make a typical horror show look like child's play. They dared not make a sound; else to draw attention to themselves. Nate stood there looking at her and heard the sound that instilled the fear inside him.
Growl-. Almost on cue, the noise made everyone besides her frozen statues. The catgirl lifted an eyebrow and scratched her stomach. The grating noise of her nails against soft, white fabric was a sign for Nate. A sign to back away. Nate did so, inching himself slowly to the back listening to the slight murmurs of the ones inside. His fellow brethen captured along with himself. They whispered as quietly as they could, and Nate felt the soft patter of multiple feet moving. The catgirl seemed to be dazed out of her mind, lost in thought. Her hand placed on her plump, milk white belly. Nate noticed her dainty breathing as she sighed. His ears twitched as he heard her stomach growl once more, and the catgirl made her move. Loud footsteps shook the containers as a large dark shadow loomed over the captured mice. Instantly they scattered around, running away, to avoid being the one she chose.
Taking off the lid enveloping them inside pure darkness; her hand reached for one. He was older than Nate. His hair was dark black, small ears, and a tiny bit of muscle. As if that would do him any good. The boy held onto one of the others. The other gripped him tightly, being pulled along side him. The catgirl scoffed at this pitiful attempt and plucked the other away. He was sent tumbling to the other side of the plastic box, out cold. As he was slowly lifted in the air, the captured boy was panicking. He screamed loudly, wailing his arms about with fresh, salty tears running down his face.
"Let me go!" He pleaded to the girl. This plea fell upon deaf ears; as the language barrier was too dense. The mice understood the cats, but it didn't work vice-versa. After all, When has a predator listened to the begging of prey. He desperately tried to fight back, beating his fist on her larger pointer finger. The catgirl taunted her future meal.
"Looks like we have a winner!" She said smiling. Her hand tossed him in the air. Nate heard him scream as he soared into the sky, feeling weightless and soon fell back into her open palm. He was shaken and spooked. Face fresh with wet tears. Nate continued to hear her laugh and cursed himself for being so powerless. The catgirl pats her stomach and moves into action. She raises him to her soft, pink lips and opens her mouth. The boy got a perfect view of his final resting place. Pink, wet walls of her gums. Strands of thin saliva made a bridge from her top and lower ivory canines. Her fat rosy tongue sitting in the back; and finally the uvula dangling at the end.
The catgirl decided to tease the trembling boy a little bit more. She closed her mouth and smirked. Her fingers moved along his tiny body along to his legs. From there, she released her grasp from his torso and held him by the legs. She held him in the air dangling upside down, and blood rushed to his head. She looked at him and gave him the friendliest smile Nate ever saw. The boy's face was frozen in confusion, but then twisted itself into a light smile. His tears stopped flowing and he began to look cheerful. Nate felt dread set in his heart. Nate knew that the poor fool's time was up. Cat's played with their food after all.
Not a split second more, the boy was gone. Sent instantly into her gaping maw and plunged in humid, wet darkness. Nate heard his muffled screams from the inside. The boy thrashed violently, trying to grasp onto anything that may give him leverage. The catgirl's sandpaper like tongue scrapes all over him. It got saliva into every crevice of his body; tasting the saltiness of his skin. From the outside, Nate was astonished at what he saw. One of his own getting tossed around in her mouth like a peppermint.
"Yummy!" Nate heard the catgirl mutter. Using her tongue, she turned him over onto his belly and opened her mouth wide. The shivering boy looked outside to his fell captives. They too, were stunned; but they secretly felt relief. The relief that it wasn't their time to go. Every instinct insid nate said to go help him. To rush out into danger and risk saving another. Daring to reach into the catgirl's mouth and pull him out.
Nate's legs were stuck to the floor. They refused to move. Nate despised his very being and looked at the ground reluctant. He couldn't bare to meet the boy's eyes. He couldn't do anything as another one would soon be gone.
"Someone!" The boy screamed, although inside the mouth; was barely audible. No one moved. No one dared to move, except for the catgirl. She was laughing and shook her body with a little dance. Moving her shoulders and hips to an silent melody. She was obviously enjoying this.
"Someone." The boy was one his last legs, "Help me, Plea-" The girl instantly swallowed and sighed, tracing the large, moving screaming bulge that slowly went down throat. Her pointer finger touched it oh so delicately. Nate saw it moving down, heard muffled pleas, and soon nothing. Absolute silent except for the deafening belch of the catgirl who smiled afterwards.
"URPP" She covered her mouth, almost embarrassed; but then laughed as she patted her stomach.
"He was delicous!" She said as she stretched. Her arms were arched over her body, thus making her shirt ride up. Nate could see the inner navel of her snow white belly. His body was still. He was chilled to the bone at what he saw; but another thought came to his mind. What could that poor soul be feeling right now. That boy's fate was entirely up to her now. Nate stared emptily at her now fuller stomach; and the catgirl noticed. With an eyebrow raised, her expression grew smug as she lifted her shirt even more; letting nate and the others see her plump belly. She poked it, pushing deep in and released her finger. The belly reverted back to it's plumper shape. Like a memory foam mattress. Horrified, Nate saw something on the inside pushing back. The mouseboy desperately trying to get out. Nate's blood turned to ice and the girl's ridicule made it worse.
"Jealous, Are we?" She teased, "Did you want to be my meal? I have room for more if you want!" Nate's heart felt heavy. How dare he get weird feelings at this. One of his fellow boys was just killed right before him. The catgirl's smile soon dissapeared and she stared at him, slowly getting bored. Nate heard the tapping of her foot. It was obvious that she grew impatient.
"Hmph!" Her hand grabbed nate again. She was so swift that nate didn't have time to react. Once again in her firm grasp, he swore at himself;angry at his helplessness. She raised him to her face and looked down at him, disdainful. Her expression was patronizing. Nate felt his blood began to boil, but looked back at his fellow captives. Around 50 or so pairs of eyes, looked back at him. Some were fearful, while other were bitter. Most of them had a look that Nate loathed. An expression so lost and empty; that they might as well have dead.
Again, Nate felt sick as the catgirl began to move. She disregarded his feelings as she turned off the light; leaving the others in pitch black darkness. With eyes closed, Nate listened around. He heard the girl's footsteps as she opened the old wooden door. The Errie creak of the wood. The sound of the television playing in the living room. Birds chirping outside. The loud thump of her feet hitting each stair and the smell of strawberry as she walked down the hall upstairs. The girl entered a room and then stopped, frozen. Nate felt a sudden motion as he flipped and turned in the air, doing several flips before landing on a soft mattress. He landed on his back thankfully, and smelled nothing but strawberries and looked at the bed. It's linen had the colors of Neapolitan ice cream. Strawberry, Vanilla, and Chocolate. Pillows with the pattern of a waffle code.
The catgirl removed her shirt and nate shielded his eyes. The girl giggled to herself, mocking him.
"Relax, I'm not naked or anything. But I'd bet you'd want that, you perv!" Nate uncovered his eyes and saw her wearing a gray tank top. Her smirk was still glued to her face. She sat her bubble butt on the bed, making a massive sinkhole where nate was. His body slowly slipped towards the center; when suddenly she grabbed him again. On her back, she laid her head on a pillow and lifted him up towards the ceiling fan with both arms. Powerful wind blew on nate's backside and he felt his skin grow cold. The catgirl just looked at him and started to toy with him. She pulled on his arms, poked his face, blew on him. To her, he was nothing more than a toy. Almost like a toy in a kid's meal.
Nate glanced down at her stomach. It appeared to be almost bloated from her earlier meal. As she breathed in and out, it almost seemed to hypnotize him. His eyes were stuck onto her gut and blood rushed to a lower part of his body.
"Awww" The girl whispered, "I know what you want, pervert." She lifted up the gray tanktop, and Nate saw her fleshy white, belly. She slapped him onto her gut, and Nate's face hit a warm, soft wall. With an ear to her stomach, Nate heard the various gurgling and whine of her belly. The diverse noises and rumbling from her stomach digesting it's earlier food put Nate into a trance. He closed his eyes and just listened. He dared to think of it as almost soothing. Almost like he wanted to be inside her. That thought was cut short as he listened deeper. He held he breath, and pressed his ear deeper into her stomach. A few seconds of silence, but then he heard it. The terrifying screams of the mouseboy being digested immediately sent him out of his trance. His lifted his torso and felt his heart race. His forehead began to sweat.
Getting on his own two feet, he stood. His balance was off as the catgirl's stomach went up and down. It was practically a bounce house, as nate lost his balance and fell back to his knees a few times. He hiked across her stomach, holding onto her tanktop for safe measure. Soon, he met her upper torso and was careful about gripping her chest. His hands and feet were absorbed by the girl's modest breasts; and he was tempted to lay there for a while. His sexual drive spiked. Shaking his head, he continue to climb up this catgirl and soon felt her face. He lifted himself up. Lucky for him, she was fast asleep. Her soft lips greeted him and he moved his head deeper inside. A row of sharp canines met his sight, and he started to hesitate. One wrong move and he'd be bleeding profusely. He looked at the rosy walls of her gums. The fat tongue laying in the back. His body rocked back and forth from the catgirl's light snoring. The uvula in the back captivated him. It reminded him of a full moon in a starry sky. This got the better of Nate as he lost his footing. He slipped onto the catgirl's plump tongue. The saliva softened his fall, but unfortunately that woke up the sleeping catgirl who groans.
"Whaaa-" She mumbles and smacks her lips. Her tongue moves around as she feels nate's weight on her tongue. Her taste buds explode in flavor having licked him. The catgirl pulled Nate by his legs and Nate's face slides along her tongue. It felt like he's been scrapped against the pavement that leaves his whole body moist. He could barely see from his vision becoming blurry. Her tongue wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly.
"Not bad" Nate heard her voice rumble around his body. If Nate didn't know any better, He would have thought he was in a wet cave. Her saliva coats around him, almost like molten chocolate that would soon harden. With each lick, she pushed him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Any further, then Nate would suffer the fate of the one before him. The catgirl yawned and pulled him out. He hung upside down as a thin trail of saliva followed him. It made a bridge from himself and her tongue. She dropped him into her lap and lifts up the lower bit of her tank top. Nate saw her pale belly. After her nap, it looked smaller. She was still a little chubby.
"Are you having fun?" She asked Nate. Nate refused to meet her eyes. He heard her laughing at him.
"You poor thing." Her tone was almost sympathetic, if Nate could've believed it; "You want me to eat you? Don't you?" She pats her stomach.
"I could swallow you right now. You'd be pushed down my throat, digest in my stomach, and my body would absorb you like the worthless thing you are." Her smile was captivating. Her cold eyes look at him with scorn. The two seemed to be total opposites of each other.
"You could be extra fat on my ass or added to my bust." Her hands go to her breasts. She squeezes them together and lets go, "I don't mind having bigger boobs." Nate's lower leg is now fully erect. He placed his hand over his privates, and the catgirl sneers.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" She asked him with a smug smile. Nate didn't move. His mind went blank. The catgirl stood over him. Her shadow made the light suddenly vanish. Her expression became hostile and eyes cold. Like she'd been looking at a bug.
"You're disgusting." Her voice was as hard a steel. It sounded harsh and filled with hatred. Nate felt uneasy as this terrifying expression came back. She lifted him up, gripping him by the nape of his neck. Nate was completely still. She carried him, letting him dangle by her hip and walked in complete silence. Fear was instilled inside his heart. The motion sickness didn't affect him this time. The anxiety held it back.
The catgirl walked down the stairs. Each step jerked Nate up and down. Nate soon sees the wooden door and feels his throat start to choke up. He didn't want to go back. He couldn't go back. That empty, dark cell was the last thing that he needed. With Nate's cell in view, the catgirl opened it up. Nate, once again, heard the metallic creak of the cell door. In her hand, the catgirl winded her hand up; clutching him close to her chest. Nate's heart stopped. He heard the catgirl's heart pounding inside her chest. Then it happened. She threw him inside the cage like a baseball. Turbulence threw his body hard against the bars and a loud "CLANK" could be heard.
Nate felt his ribs break and a sharp pain ride along his side. He tried gasping for air, but wailed around aimlessly like a fish out of water. He yelped and sounded like he was dying. The catgirl didn't even bat an eye. Her expression still bored. Nate struggled to get up, holding his ribs and looked up at her. She opened her mouth one last time.
"Maybe she'll find you." She began. She put a hand on her hip and chuckled, "You're owner has been quite worried looking for you. I've seen her around school and boy; does she look haggard." She teased nate again, but to her dismay he just laid there silent.
"You poor little thing! If only you could tell her where you were." The catgirl turned around, her hips swayed back in forth. She started to walk, but looked back at Nate with a smile. Nate stared her dead in the face with empty eyes and lowered his head onto the metallic floor. The catgirl giggled and left the room. Jet-black darkness surrounds down and Nate is left with a single thought.
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