It had been a week now since you'd seen Gertrude. After her last goodbye she and Uschi had disappeared into the walls and you quickly made it clear to every other micen within earshot that the deal was over. Within hours Desio had been evacuated and dismantled, the last courtesy you felt obliged to offer. Since then you had not been idle, a visit to your father upstairs and a nice long chat had seen you decide to invest more in your future than your present. You'd agreed that a college or university course was in order, and a part time job to help fund it and ease the burden he'd expend to help you out.
Some scuffle had happened at Shieki's apartment earlier that week, you didn't know much about it but apparently disgruntled micen had attacked her. You heard the news that afternoon from Risa, apparently she had seen to the matter herself. Shieki was a little shaken up, but okay, and whoever the ringleaders of the whole thing had been were seen to by your sister's merciless stomach. The days continued without much more excitement.
The door slammed behind you as you stepped inside. The sight of an empty kitchen was still something of a novelty, but a welcome one at least. Your handbag dropped to the table as you walked by and reached to open the pantry. A day of job hunting had left you with a ravenous appetite and the nerves of over half a dozen interviews had left you a little tense. You needed something sweet to unwind with. A bowl of frosted cereal and a handful of wafer eggs were just the ticket.
Instead you were greeted by the sound of terrified squeaks and nearly a dozen frightened faces of micen in the middle of raiding your food. Jackpot!
'Got you!' You hissed, elated and slammed your fist to the underside of the shelf as they tried to run. All of them were knocked from their feet and left helpless as you grabbed the nearest bowl and scooped them inside. Your hand rested over top of the bowl as you kicked the pantry door shut. This was much better than any cereal and chocolate. But maybe you'd come back for chocolate later anyway. You moved to the living room, grinning in anticipation at the feeling of a dozen tiny limbs pushing uselessly at your palm.
You sat yourself down on your couch and kicked off your shoes. With a happy sigh you lifted your hand and looked down at your prey. Those on top were trying in vain to hide their fear, looking torn between trying to hide under their fellows and live a little longer or try to jump and make a run for it. Their fear increased visibly as you smiled and licked your lips. With a slow deliberate movement, you plucked the first micen from the bowl. He was a youngish male, tan furred with sparse blonde hair.
'Solace, please don't do-!!!' his pleas were cut short as he passed between your lips. His muffled squeaks were only spurring you further, and you ran your tongue over his struggling form before you tilted your head back and slid him towards your throat. A slick satisfying gulp later he was gone, slithering down towards your impatient belly.
'Mmmhh...' You moaned softly, and began eying up who would be next. A blue middle aged female had been pushed to the top of the pile by her fellows, unceremoniously offered to buy the rest a few more minutes of life. You didn't let their thinking bother you, not anymore, and lifted the bowl to your face. Your mouth opened in anticipation and your tongue lapped out, first brushing over her tasty form before scooping around her waist and lifting her. She screamed and tried to turn around, to scramble out of your mouth but was not quick enough.
She caught halfway outside your lips as you pursed them around her shoulders. Her one free arm reached out in vain for one of her fellows to help her to be met only with terrified refusals. Your tongue curled out around her and pulled her completely inside. There was less playing with this one, just a single long slow slurp and down she went.
You looked down just in time to see one of the little runts trying to make a break for it. He jumped clear of the bowl and bounced from the cushion beside your rump before dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Before he could collect himself to begin running, your foot was atop him pinning him in place.
'Well, that was quite silly of him.' You giggled. 'I hope the rest of you are going to be more sensible about this whole thing.' You panned your eyes over them again, resting on a grey furred girl that looked to be younger than all of them. A juvenile? 'How old are you, little one?'
She trembled and tried to speak, but her lips were too crippled with terror to make a sound. You poked a finger into the bowl and lifted her a little higher, revealing a supple physique that had been hidden behind one of her fellows a few moments ago. She was young, but she was no juvenile. Too bad for her. Still with your finger hooked through her arm and shoulder, you lifted her to your lips and lapped your tongue over her feet. Now her voice managed to work.
'No no Solace! Please!' She squirmed harder and tried to shy her legs away from your tongue. But you were not to be denied this pleasure and your mouth opened as wide as you could make it before you slowly lowered her inside. Your lips closed and you pulled your finger out with a wet smack. Your mouth opened a little, teasing her with the possibility of squirming her way back out before your tongue pulled her back inside and swished her into your cheek.
You eyed up the bowl once more and got an idea. 'Hmm, anyone wanna go down with her?' You asked with a muffled voice. Receiving only fearful murmurs in response, you made the decision for them and picked out the next smallest micen in the bowl. He was a dark blue furred boy of not much past adult age, and seemed surprisingly resigned to his fate. No tears, no screams and no fighting. The possibility that he might have been willing was quickly dispelled by the look in his eye as you pinched his tail and dangled him upside down before your muzzle.
You grinned and lifted your head, opening your mouth and lowering him inside. The girl already there tried to climb out only to be knocked back down by the falling body of her comrade. Muffled squeaks were drowned out by your own moans and giggles as your tongue ran over them, driving them apart before smooshing them together again. For almost a minute you toyed with them, tortured them, enjoyed every cubic centimeter of their tiny delicious bodies.
A gurgle from your stomach snapped you back to focus. It had two micen, but it wanted more. You worked your tongue between the two you had and forced one of them to your throat, sending them down with a loud satisfying swallow. Out of curiosity, you pushed the remaining micen halfway out between your lips, just to see which one was left. It was the girl, sobbing and gasping for fresh air that lasted barely a second before you slurped her back inside and swallowed her too.
A few seconds passed and you felt the sudden increase in pressure in your stomach. Four micen was usually your limit, but you rarely enjoyed yourself this much. You had ten of the bastards here, why not make it five in this go and stash the other five for later? Why not indeed.
You leaned over and set the bowl on the coffee table. One opportunistic fellow made a jump for the edge, but you fixed him with a quick flick to his head before setting a nearby plate from the morning's breakfast on top. They'd suffocate if you left them like that of course, but it would keep them secure for a few minutes while you enjoyed your last snack for now.
You leaned a little further forward and lifted your foot. The mouse stood slowly, still sore from the pressure you'd put on him with your foot. His fur was grey and his hair silver, and he wore only a simple set of tattered pants. This poor fellow had not had any luck in his life by the look of him and today wasn't going to be any better. Except for the fact that at least this would be his last unlucky day.
He tried to stand, unable to move quickly and was quickly snared by your tail and lifted over top of you. You laid yourself down and suspended him over your face, patting your belly with one hand while your other arm rested behind your head.
'I wouldn't usually do this...' You muttered. 'Four is always enough, but today I'm feeling... upbeat.'
'Solace... What happened?' The micen squirmed uselessly in your tail. 'Why did you go back to... to this? Wasn't everything better when we got along?!'
'I thought it was.' You smiled. 'But I think my dignity and self respect is worth more to me I think. Giving up half my life to a bunch of little ingrates was just too taxing on my sanity. No, micen are food, and that's the way it should be.'
His mouth opened to protest further, but then your tail uncurled and he fell free the distance to your grinning muzzle. His face bounced from the flat of your nose and his hand slipped between your grinning teeth. Almost cross eyed, you stared at the unfortunate mouse as he tried to regain his composure before your mouth slowly opened beneath him.
'Huhh...?!' His protest was cut short as you pulled him inside and slowly played with him on your tongue. You took your time with this one, letting the fervent squirms already coming from your groaning belly quiet a little before you finally swallowed, sending him to where his comrades were probably well on their way to digesting nicely by now. The pressure on your stomach renewed a touch as he joined his fellows, muffled pleas and begging joining the frantic voices you'd been ably tuning out this whole time. Maybe it was possible to eat more than four at a time. It was just a matter of spacing them out a little more. You'd have to remember that for the next five... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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