Eaten By Sophie

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Sophie, a small feral mouse, was very hungry.  And Pete, an anthro white cat who was currently sleeping, looked just good enough to eat.
She walked over to the couch, where Pete was, and carefully started climbing up the side, doing her best to cling onto the fabric as she went.  The mouse had to steady herself a few times, and it was a bit of a struggle, but she did finally reach the top of the couch.
When she reached the top of the sofa, she caught her breath on the cushioned surface for a bit.  Then, she stared at her prey for a moment, studying him as she licked her lips and drooled.  Pete was a white cat with black hair, and currently his top was off, which showed off a nice, plump body for the mouse to eat.  He looked absolutely scrumptious. . . Yes, he would make a fine course for Sophie to consume.  She was already looking forward to stuffing all of his big body in her small belly . . . which would certainly prove to be a challenging task, yes, but she was still excited to do it.  She had done this before, after all.
And so the mouse walked forward, stopped next to Pete’s left foot, and gave it a tentative lick.  Just like that, the feeding began.
Sophie’s eyes widened when she tasted the cat’s flavor.  He had a delicious, sweet taste, one that danced on her tongue and pleased her greatly.  She had to have him all in her mouth. . .
She stepped closer to Pete’s left foot and gave it a few more licks, loving the flavor.  Then, she opened her mouth nice and wide.
If Pete was awake right now, he would have been able to see into her maw.  She had flat teeth and a long tongue that were both dripping with drool, absolutely covered in spit.  And behind the tongue, her tiny throat loomed, foreshadowing Pete’s destination . . . if she could get him inside of her, that is.
The mouse clamped her mouth around Pete’s big toe and sucked it, letting the taste of him dance around her maw and fill her up.  Then, she stretched her jaw more and more.  First her jaw passed his second toe, then the third, then the fourth, and it finally went past the pinky toe!  Then, she brought her entire jaw around his foot, and sampled the entire thing at once
That sweet flavor utterly filled Sophie’s mouth, and the mouse drooled some more, getting spit on the couch as she tasted more of the delicious cat.  He tasted absolutely divine, and she couldn’t wait to get more of him!  And she did want more. . .
Holding Pete’s left foot in her mouth, the feral mouse walked over to the cat’s right foot, and began to open her jaw even more.  She got her mouth open wider and wider, pushing it past her limits, going past all of Pete’s toes until, finally, she was able to take his other foot into her maw.  Now she was holding both feet . . . and she was almost ready to swallow them down, too. . .
Sophie rolled both feet around in her mouth, letting her tongue taste that sweet flavor for a long moment.  But then, finally, she heard her stomach letting out a loud /groooowl/. . . Her belly could sense food up above, and it was tired of waiting.  So she decided to satisfy it.
And so, the feral mouse let out a loud /GULP/, which sucked both feet from her mouth into her throat.  Immediately, Pete’s feet were pulled down the vortex of her esophagus, and their presence there created a overwhelmingly massive bulge that made Sophie smile.  She was licking up Pete’s ankles now, and she loved what she was tasting.  But her stomach was growling and grumbling once again, and so, the feral mouse decided to satisfy her gut.
She gulped in more of the delicious cat, and sent Pete’s feet from her throat to her stomach in a second.  At once, her belly was full of food, and it swelled up with the presence of the cat’s feet, which cause Sophie to rocket up off the couch by a few inches, thanks to her bloated stomach.  “Mmmm!” the feral mouse squeaked.  She was already full and satisfied with just that one bite!  Of all things, that was probably the best part of eating Pete alive.  But even though she was full, she wanted more. . .
And so the mouse slowly made her way down Pete’s legs, munching her way up the delicious calves and tasty thighs, swallowing them all down equally as she devoured the scrumptious feline.  Her stomach swelled up more and more as she gulped him down, stretching to an enormous size and getting her above the couch inch by inch.  Soon she reached his waist, and her mouth was stretched to its widest position yet as she gulped down the cat.  Taking a moment to savor Pete’s hips, Sophie savored her prey, licking and sucking with fervor as she tasted him. . .
And that was when Pete woke up.
The white cat felt an . . . /odd/ sensation permeating his lower body.  Confused, he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up, and turned around to see what was happening.
What he saw surprised him, but didn’t scare him.  Sophie was gulping him down, swallowing him whole yet again—she was already halfway down his body, with his legs already in her stomach and his hips in her maw.  Looks like he was becoming her food yet again, headed for her belly. . .
Pete chuckled, but didn’t resist the feeding.  Instead, he relaxed, and let himself be taken along for the ride.  After all, he’d regenerate in time if he was eaten.  Plus, he /did/ like being devoured like this. . .
And so Sophie continued to eat Pete up.  She licked up his waist for another long moment, and then she gulped it down, sending it to the throat, which pulled it to the stomach.  She licked and slurped at the anthro cat, and ate him faster—before Pete knew it, his stomach was being gulped down by Sophie, then his chest.  Until all of a sudden, only his neck and head were left to swallow.  Then she sucked them in, and his head was in her mouth.
The last thing Pete saw was his living room, framed through the jaws and drool of the feral mouse as she licked him and covered him in spit.  Then, she sent him to her stomach with a /slurp/, and he was pulled into her throat.
He was only in her esophagus for a few moments—a second later, he entered her stomach, and was squeezed in with the rest of his body.  The tight gut growled loudly around him, seemingly satisfied now that all of him was inside.
Sophie let out a loud belch, and rested atop her large, bloated belly.  Inside her stomach, Pete chuckled.
“Hungry for feline again, eh?” he asked.
“Yep!” Sophie replied with a smile.  “Only the best and tastiest felines will do!”
The white cat smiled, happy he could be such a fulfilling meal.  Around him, the stomach gurgled and growled, and digestive fluids started dripping onto his skin.  It was time for him to be broken down.
“So how have you been doing today?” Sophie asked her friend, patting her large stomach.
“I’ve been doing fine,” Pete said.  More stomach juices dripped on him, and his body started to melt, beginning with his feet.  The process was painless, but it was quite strange to see your solid mass turn into goo before your eyes.  “Work was hard, but work is work, so . . . that’s expected.”
“Is that why you were sleeping?” Sophie asked.  More of the white cat was melting inside her, causing her stomach to slowly shrink down.  His legs were being broken down before his eyes, and he sunk deeper into the belly.
“Yeah, I was pretty tired,” the white cat admitted, as his belly started to be digested.  It melted bit by bit, transforming into goo thanks to the stomach acids dripping onto his skin . . . and now, the acids were pooling at the bottom of the belly too, making sure he’d digest!  It was a good thing he was an energetically willing meal, and actually didn’t mind being digested.
“I hope I didn’t wake you up. . .” said Sophie apologetically.  Pete’s chest sunk down into the ooze and became part of it, breaking down and melting away.  His arms also became part of the goop, slowly getting digested until the goo reached his shoulders, and kept climbing up.
“No, no, you’re fine,” the white said quickly.  “I usually wake up around this time anyway, so it’s not a big deal.”  His shoulders and upper chest became part of the fluids around him, as did his neck.  Until, finally, only Pete’s head was left to melt away.
Feeling her stomach shrink down to its normal size, Sophie smiled and said, “See you again soon, Pete!”  Inside the belly, Pete didn’t respond, and simply closed his eyes as his head melted away, and all of him turned into a pile of goop.
At that point, Sophie heard nothing from her shrunken stomach but loud sloshing noises, and that let her know that Pete had fully digested.  She let out a /buuuuurp/, then another loud belch, and at that point, Pete’s acid-proof shorts came flying out of her mouth, landing on top of the couch.
Sophie’s body then proceeded to absorb the melted cat, sending the remains of Pete into the mouse’s stomach fat, and making her plumper and plumper.  Sophie was very pleased with this development, and as she was admiring herself, Pete started to regenerate.
It started with his feet.  They slowly started to grow, reappearing on the couch.  Then his legs grew in, bit by bit, until they were fully there.  After that, his stomach and chest regenerated, along with his arms.  And then, finally, the white cat’s neck and head came back into existence.
“Welcome back!” Sophie said as Pete put his shorts back on.
“Thanks!” said Pete.  He looked over at the feral mouse.  “Looks like you’ve grown a bit.”
“Yep!” Sophie said.  She struck a pose.  “How do I look?”
“Good enough to eat,” Pete replied.  “Or maybe even . . . good enough to tickle?!”
He leaned forward and playfully tickled Sophie’s plump stomach.  She giggled, and so did Pete.
And so the two friends shared a good laugh together, and spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company.