The mousling took a few hesitant steps backward. Aby sighed mentally; was this going to turn into a chase? Danny made no attempt to run, however. In a very meek fashion he gazed down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with his soon-to-be predator, "S- sorry." He stammered.

Aby, who'd tensed in anticipation of a chase, allowed her muscles to relax. "You don't need to apologize, little one. It's alright to be nervous. I am going to eat you, after all." Danny gave a jerky nod, "Why don't you head into the living room and wait for me on the couch?" the young mouse nodded once more and scurried from the room.

Gregory soon found himself dangling over Aby's wide, open maw once more. Hot, foul breath blew up into his face. His executioner's tongue shifted back and forth in impatience. The mouth began to fill with saliva, preparing itself for the arrival of Greg's small, furry body, "Oh god, please! Don't eat me, I'll do anything!!!... I, I, I've got stock in HareLink. You can have it if you just let me gooooooooooooooooooo!"

Aby did, indeed, let him go. Gregory went plummeting right down her gullet. Normally Aby liked to draw her meals out. Being a bachelorette, she got a certain thrill when a male shot his load in her mouth. Not only was the salty, self made condiment rather tasty, the thought of a man enjoying her tongue's caresses one final time before expiring within her stomach caused her plump pussy to throb. Though she no longer had prey to pleasure her, a claw extended finger jammed into her clit was usually enough to satisfy her needs. While there were selfish reasons motivating Aby to give her prey a full body blowjob, the act wasn't completely driven by personal lust. Despite being born a predator, Aby was a genuinely nice person. While most predators were inconsiderate and cruel, Aby often stopped to consider the feelings and emotions of her prey. She was able to fully appreciate of the severity of her actions. She was snuffing out a life, not necessarily less important than her own, every time she sat down to eat. Her prey were individuals, all of whom had their own set of hopes, dreams, experiences, and personality quirks. All of which whom had loved ones and friends who'd miss them. After being caught or bought by Aby, those individuals were reduced to little more than a meal; something she consumed three times a day. The long drawn out tongue massage in her steamy, sauna of a mouth was an act of compassion. The invasive slathering of the genetalia was meant to be a gift, a last moment of pleasure, before being squeezed and compacted by Aby's innards. Often her prey became relaxed and complacent after her tongue had been allowed to work its magic. Unfortunately for Gregory, he hadn't gotten such a luxury. Aby's thoughts were too focused on Danny. If she left him alone too long she feared the young mouse boy might try to escape her home. The front door was unlocked and, standing on his tip toes, Danny would surely be able to reach the handle. Without giving the man in her stomach a second thought, Aby shut her drawer of edible sex toys... er... house guests, and left to check on Danny.

Much to her surprise the boy was sitting patiently on the couch, awaiting her arrival. She studied him, as cats often do with their prey. The little cutie was watching his feet swing back and forth, oblivious to Aby's presence. He had changed into the clothes she'd laid out for him. They were a bit too big, but she didn't often target prey as young as Danny. Children were often tender and rich in nutrients, but Aby always felt a little ashamed afterwards. They were one of her guilty pleasures.

With her usual lithe precision, Aby lept over the back of the couch and plopped down next to him. She weighed considerably more than Danny and the impact of her landing, as well as the indentation she made in the cushion, caused Danny to tumble sideways onto her thick thighs, "Oof!" The little mouse grunted. He'd been caught off guard. Aby chuckled at the cute scene and reached down to gently stoke the boy's hair. Danny recoiled a bit, but allowed Aby to touch him. Aby found his reaction to be strange and a little upsetting. He was a young mouse who didn't even reach her waist, so of course he had to be instinctively afraid of her. But his reaction had still been... off, somehow. It was the way he'd blinked, and seemed to tense and brace himself for something other than an inquisitive tongue. It suddenly dawned on Aby that the kid had expected to be hit. Now, in the light of her living room, his bruises seemed more evident than ever. Aby felt an anger bubbling up inside her that the easy going Abyssinian rarely felt. Abusing prey was bad enough, but a child? She couldn't help but feel a deep sense sympathy for her future meal. She scooped the boy up in her arms and snuggled him. She rubbed her cheek against his scalp affectionately, "Its alright. No one is going to ever hit you again. I'll see to that."

Aby was being completely genuine with her prey. Of course he wouldn't be seeing anyone ever again besides Aby, and in a few days time he'd be horrifically digested, pulled down into her intestines (possibly while he was still alive), and slowly converted into muscle mass, fat, and feces... but that was besides the point. For the briefest of moments Aby felt an almost maternal instinct to protect the child. It was a strange, new sensation for the single woman who planned never to have kittens.

The boy was shocked by the loving gesture but, after a few seconds, he felt the need to reciprocate Aby's show of affection. He did his best to wrap his arms around the kind cat who was planning to eat him. Aby released him, "Well... I promised you a good time, didn't I? I was planning on taking this Saturday off; even us workaholics need a break now and then. We'll have the whole day to do fun stuff together, sound good?"

Danny nodded enthusiastically, "That sounds great Miss Aby!" He was so excited that his eyes looked wider than silver dollars.

Aby once more found herself smiling. His cute words and the expression on his face were just so endearing, "I told you already, it's just Aby... Hehe, you're just so cute that I'm finding it hard to keep from eating you up right here and now... consider that a warning, kiddo. Ease up on the cuteness."

Danny pulled away a little, "I - I'm not cute!" He huffed. Though he was trying to act offended, Aby could tell he was actually quite pleased by her comment. The poor dear, he was so docile and easy to please Aby suspected he probably didn't get very many compliments at home. Maybe his problems ran deeper than abusive fast food employees.

"My mistake." She agreed, trying to save him from his embarrassment, "Now Danny, I've got some board games under the couch here. I bought them for whenever my niece and nephew come over to visit. Why don't you hop down and check to see if there's anything you like?" Danny slid off Aby's lap and started pulling out games out left and right, "You have Connect Four, I love connect Four!... *Gasp* Monopoly! Monopoly's my favorite. Can we play Aby, please? Please?!"

"Of course!" Aby sat down on the floor and spread out on her side.

Danny pulled off the lid and quickly began rummaging through the pieces, "I'm the block of cheese!"

"I'll be the... hmmmm... I'll go with the haunch of zebra."

What ensued was the most enjoyable evening Aby had spent in weeks. The Abyssinian rarely had company; Kell was her only friend in the neighborhood and her prey was often terrified of her. This was a great change of pace. Danny and Aby chatted amiably during the game, getting to know each other better. Danny was too reluctant to talk about his home life, but they were still able to have a conversation of substance. Aby learned Danny's likes and dislikes, and vice versa. They swapped funny stories and occasionally made a joke in between rolls of the dice. During the course of the game, Danny's love of monopoly seemed to transfer over to Aby. His good mood and excitement were contagious. The game got pretty competitive, and the two ended up making a bet in the heat of the moment. If Danny won they got to eat a whole quart of ice cream for dessert. If Aby won, Danny had to perform his own personal rendition of "I'm a little teapot." When Aby had told him what his part of the wager would be the color had drained from his fur and he'd offered to let her eat him instead. Aby didn't relent though, and Danny eventually took the bet. The two played for several hours straight, the tide turning more than once but no one ever taking a clear lead. It was pretty much a stalemate.

Danny had finally stretched out himself. He was lying in front of the lounging Aby who periodically reached over him to move her haunch of zebra around the board. The sleepy mouse leaned backwards and began tenderly rubbing his head against the crotch of Aby's overalls in an attempt to get comfy. Aby exhaled sharply. She could feel the two fur covered mounds beneath her panties starting to drool slightly. She didn't say or do anything to indicate her sudden arousal, though. Danny was a bit too young for her. While it was true that she often used her prey for sexual pleasure, and that she was essentially raping them, that didn't mean she didn't have standards. She wouldn't take advantage of anyone who'd yet to hit puberty and couldn't derive some enjoyment from the experience themselves. When she'd given Danny a tongue bath earlier he'd, for the most part, remained flaccid. Had he been a year older, or maybe even just a few months older, the story might have been different... but he'd be sliding out of her rectum Sunday evening, so that hardly mattered.

She stroked his hair as he rolled the dice once more. It was good to have someone to talk to, if even only for an evening. Cats were pretty solitary creatures, but that didn't mean they couldn't get lonely. Aby couldn't help but admit living by herself in such a large cave was a somewhat lonely experience. She'd been a bit depressed as of late, and she'd been working her ass off at her job to compensate for her lack of a social life.

"Why don't we call it quits and go get that ice cream, Danny?"

"Are you sure?... You just don't want to lose." He accused, playfully.

Aby smiled, "Come on." She stood up and took him by the hand.

"We've got mint chocolate chip, orange sherbet, and vanilla. What sounds good to you?"

"I'll have whatever you're having." Danny said, leaning against his predator's thigh in a display of affection.

"I don't think you'd like what I'm having. I've got a pint of chocolate mouse in the fridge I was planning to dig into." There weren't actually chunks of mice mixed in, but Aby doubted Danny would want to eat something that tasted like himself dipped in chocolate.

"Eww!" He giggled, "Yeah, I think I'll just go with vanilla."

"Good choice, kiddo." Aby complimented while leading him towards the kitchen.

"Aby, where am I going to sleep tonight?"

"With me, of course... Unless you'd like to sleep out on the couch or something." Aby had decided she trusted the mouse enough to let him out of her sight.

"I'd... like to stay with you, if that's alright."

"Absolutely, I just have to warn you. I toss and turn a lot in my sleep. Don't blame me if you wake up with my butt in your face." She gyrated her hips, giving the mouse a playful bump. The two shared a giggle.

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Across the street at the Dewclaw residence...