Aby hummed to herself happily as she opened the bottom drawer of her dresser, revealing half a dozen mice ranging from three to five inches tall. In the Domain, there was size dissimilarity between most prey, like bugs and mice. Some bugs were no bigger then Aby’s pinky claw, while others were even taller then her. The same was true about mice. Danny, her newfound mouse house quest for the next few days, was a little over two feet tall. When Aby ate him, which she knew she eventually would, he would give her a small potbelly that would be gone in less then an hour. Mice his size were considered city mice because they primarily lived in suburban areas, but the small mice in her bottom drawer were called undomesticated mice because they lived in the Wild. Undomesticated mice were Aby’s favorite treat; she could eat a dozen and have barely a bump on her furry abdomen. Quickly digesting, low calorie, they were great to eat, but Aby liked them for another reason.

“Oh God, she’s back!”

“Please don’t put me in your underwear! I have a wife and fifty-four kids!”

“Shut up you idiot! If you piss her off we’ll all end up in her ass!”

“I’m too young to die in a cat’s ass!”

The frantic squeaks made Aby roll her eyes and chuckle softly, which put the fear of God into all the tiny mice. Aby was into a growing fad in the world of predators, playing with prey in bed. A few months ago, Aby married her job, which was okay because she spent all her time there and loved it to death, but it’s hard to have a sex life with a career. In search of sexual relief that was quick and easy, Aby turned to her prey, which was more then happy to please her for a stay of execution inside her belly. She had tried a few birds and rats, but found them to be too skittish and hard to control in the bedroom. She eventually found the perfect playmate in mice, a species known for being promiscuous in their mating. The city mice were great to dominate in bed, most were at the tallest three feet tall and were easy to push around. Their tiny tongues felt nice against her damp heat and could use their dainty hands to do wonders on her body. City mice were fun, but undomesticated mice were ten times as entertaining. Holding a body a hundreds times smaller then herself in her hand and using it as a toy was in Aby’s mind the greatest thrill in life.

At first, Aby couldn’t figure out how she could get any pleasure from an animal with a penis the size of the point on a pencil, but after going online and seeing all the different sites detailing how to use small prey in the bedroom, Aby knew what she could do with them. She had used the tiny mice as tiny dildos; pumping them in and out of her fat cunt before slamming them in and feeling them wiggle inside her pulsating depths until they suffocated. Aby was a dirty cat, she loved the knowledge that a living creature was dying inside her and watching the fear on their faces as they disappeared inside her body. As Aby used tiny mice more and more, she got bolder and kinkier. The mice feared being used as dildos for her steamy cunt, but they feared with all their hearts her hungry asshole. Aby loved cramming them into her backend and feeling them wiggle up into her colon. They never lasted long in the pulsating, shit filled coffin that was her bowels, but every second they were in there was heaven. Aby had gotten better at using mice, she left their heads sticking out of her asshole and that kept them alive for hours. Once she had a whole conversation with her wolf friend Kell with a mouse up her ass. She wondered how Kell would of reacted if she pulled her pants down and showed her the gasping face sticking out of her asshole.

“Hello boys, how’s it going? You been fighting over who gets me tonight?”

The mice said nothing as they trembled under Aby’s toothy grin. Their had been twenty of them at the begging of the week, now their were only six. When they first arrived, bought at the local grocery by the frisky cat, they all thought they were going to be served for dinner by their new owner. They had watched what Aby had done to their comrades and now longed for the quick death of digestion after seeing one of their brothers disappear into the cats behind. The waiting was the worst torture, they didn’t know if Aby would take one of them tonight or stop by for an afternoon delight. They lived in terror of Aby, waiting for her to come and put them out of their misery.

“What is wrong boys? Don’t tell me you’ve been seeing another cat and she has your tongues?” No one chuckled but Aby at the bad joke. The mice might see Aby as a cruel person, but in her own mind, she thought of herself as a kind predator. She might have toyed with her prey, using them as sex toys ands savoring their deaths inside her, but she never purposely hurt her food out of spite. To most predators, prey didn’t have a soul or any rights. Aby had seen some atrocious things in her time that made cramming a living animal up her ass look civilized. She once dated a buff cat that kept a ferret tied to his scratching post and every day he’d slash him enough to hurt, but never kill him. He’d told her that he had been keeping him alive for years, never tiring of his tears and suffering. Aby ended her relationship with the buff cat with a swift kick to the family jewels. That cat wasn’t the only one, predators all over the world tortured, maimed and killed just for the hell of it. Nothing was sicker to Aby then hurting another animal for days on end for no reason at all. Aby might have planned to use the mice for some sexual fun, but she only did this because they’d be dead anyway. Just the same that they die in her cunt or rectum then in another predator’s belly.

“What do you want ma’am?” One of the older mice whimpered as he stared up at Aby’s furry mug. No matter how Aby felt about herself, her prey would always think of her as evil incarnate.

“Funny story actually,” Aby said as she kneeled over to get closer to the mice. The all backed away in fear as Aby got closer, which put a small smile on her face. She couldn’t help it, all the trembling was so cute! “I was picking up a meal right and I open my bun and find the darndest thing. The cutest little mouse I’ve ever seen. I was going to eat him because cute or not, I’m hungry, but he’s covered in bruises and traumatized. I can’t eat something so young and hurt, so I clean him up and take him off tonight’s menu.” Aby briefly checkout over her shoulder, Danny was in the bathroom cleaning up. Apparently, he didn’t considered a tongue cleaning enough and wanted to further clean himself up with water and soap. Weird.

“So…. You want one of use to have a mouse to mouse talk with him and make him feel better?”

“Not exactly,” Aby toothily grinned and plucked the closest mouse up. She was pretty sure she had Danny under control and didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to talk to mice who feared her to death. What she needed the mice for was much simpler. With her mouse burger now her houseguest, she was hungry and her sex toys had been adjusted to her emergency rations.

Gregory was the (un)lucky mouse Aby picked from her collection, he was also the one that had screamed at her not to put him in her underwear. He feared being the giant cat’s sex toy more then anything, at least that’s what he though, now he had something that scared him even more, the gaping maw of the hungry feline. Aby’s warm, disgusting breath washed over him and he gagged as it filled his lungs. Aby lifted him up and leaned her head back, putting her meal directly over her open mouth. Gregory looked down into the hot, slimy depths of her mouth, staring past the white and pointed teeth, past the treacherous tongue and directly into the black end of her mouth. He knew what would happen, a few seconds in her mouth and then strait down. He would die kicking and screaming inside an acid filled area bigger then his old home. He was going to die, but that didn’t mean he was going to go down silently or with his dignity.

“Don’t eat me! Eat someone else, like the brat you brought home or one of the other mice in the drawer! I’ll be your sex slave forever just don’t kill me!”

Any had heard enough, she enjoyed a little pleading from her food, but this was getting embarrassing. Didn’t this mouse have any dignity? She was about to drop him into her mouth, making sure he never made an ass out of himself again, when her feline senses picked up a presence behind her. Turning her head slowly to the side, she spotted Danny staring at her with big, doe like eyes.

“Oh Hell,” Aby grumbled, closing her mouth and lower a very relived Gregory to her side. She had wanted to get her meal over with while Danny was in the bathroom so he didn’t have to see a fellow mouse get eaten. The sight of her eating a mouse could set him off, making him ore afraid of her then ever and force her to eat him. She couldn’t have a scared mouse running around, he could damager her home. Biting her lip, Aby tried to give her best innocent smile, hoping Danny wouldn’t freak out. She halfheartedly waited, expecting either a scream or whimpering from her short-term houseguest.