Chapter #6The obvious choice by: ItsMe   "Well, if you insist." You puff as you toss the boy towards the hole.
He hit the counter with a hard thud and didn't move. "You moron! Did you think he could fly?" The woman continued. Her breathing was heavier, but sounded more relieved than earlier. You even caught a glimpse of her face making a silent 'thank you'. She did just save a life. "Hey Sven," She looked over your fingers, or tried to, towards the head-bowed micen, "that leg getting tired yet? You can stop playing brown noser now, you're in the same boat as I am. Mission accomplished, kind of."
You flicked her head, bopping it against the counter and causing her nose to bleed. "You can stop being a hard ass right now." You retort "Especially to Sven; I have other uses for him." The woman only sneezed blood on your fur, perhaps as a sign of affection. "We'll it's time for you to go. Have you ever thought of what it'd be like to be eaten?" You teased the mouse.
The micen closed her eyes and shook her head. "Alright you got me, I was playing hard ass." She said, discomforted.
"I've still yet to receive an apology." You smirked and put one of her legs between your teeth.
She started kicking, "No. No! Please not the teeth!" She exclaimed. The mouse struggled her arms free and pried your hands open. Not to her best interests, she now hung up-side-down with a limb in your mouth. "Okay, I'm sorry!"
You placed your left index finger below her head and pushed her up, sucking her leg in. Her body was curved like a crescent moon, with the other leg placed on your chin.
"Anything you want to say for yourself?" you say without moving your teeth, removing her clothes with your free hand.
"Please don't chew." she whimpered, "It's too painful to think about. I don't want to go out with my lungs punctured by my own damn ribs."
You slurp the rest of her body up fast, but you didn't swallow her yet. You haven't had a micen in at least a week. You toss her around your mouth, tasting everything: her legs, belly and breasts. A slight moan escaped your lips, you almost forgot what they taste like. You can almost hear her whimper and grunt as you teasingly knock the wind out of her. She's getting a little more than what she asked for. Every once in a while you'd place her on your teeth and gently close them on her. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her squirm more. After a few minutes, you finally decide to end it. You lift you tongue, and the unfortunate mouse girl slid feet first towards your esophagus.
Then you swallowed.
She was big enough to make a lump, but was easy to swallow, like most micen. You smiled and rubbed your belly as the micen landed in your stomach. She thrashed about more, pounding against the walls of her fleshy prison, and possibly regreting not getting chewed as the acids started kicking in. After about two or three minutes of sitting down and leaning your back against the counter, enjoying digesting the woman, she finally stopped kicking.
You opened your eyes in realization: you have another micen waiting for you, Sven was it? You stand up and look on the counter. Still kneeling with a wobbly leg, Sven was there. You stood up straight.
 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 ItsMe (UN: skees at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
ItsMe has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author