"So what do you think?"
The mouse twiddled her thumbs in anxiety. You smirk "Where is this colony?"
The mouse pointed to a double-decker drawer near the silverware. "It's down there."
"Good. Don't worry, I'll take care of the colony."
The mouse cheered but then stopped and asked "What do you mean by 'take care of' Solace?" You scoop her up with your spoon and smile at her, confirming her fears. "No! Solace, you can't- Please don't! I-I..." it choked on its words. You placed the spoon in your mouth licking all the milk off her body. "B-but-" Her muffled voice continued to plea inside your mouth "What if-" You didn't let her finish.
Your tongue pushed her back to your throat and instinctively swallowed her down. You traced her body down yours with your finger, until your felt her land in your belly. You rubbed it as its occupant desperately struggled. It's voice cried out but fell on deaf ears. You purred and went in the living room to lay on the couch finishing your cereal. The cold flakes and milk weren't as good, or as fun as your breakfast treat. You drank the milk down causing the poor girl to panic even more,
"Well little mousy." You patted your stuffed belly. The girl paused her struggle, on the off chance that you had a change of heart. "I'll take care of the others in a bit. After my lovely breakfast digests. I'd like to have an empty stomach when I deal with them." The mouse resumed panicking as you put the bowl aside and drift into a nap.
You woke up a little over an hour later. The mouse was obviously not able to struggle anymore, being nothing more than mush of its former self, treading deeper inside you by the minute. Your feet flung off the side of the couch and touched the carpeted floor. Now to deal with that colony. You tread into the kitchen and pull out the designated drawer. You peered inside and you couldn't believe what you saw: Micen, so many micen. It was at least a dozen and a half.
An urge pushed you to do the obvious. Without even bothering to see what the micen looked like you dived in and snagged one with your mouth. You didn't waste any time and swallowed it whole, before quickly wrapping your tongue around another one. You draw your head back, your preys tail and feet dangle from your lips. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a few micen escaping through a hole they chewed in the side of the drawer.
You slam your hand on it, blocking it while nearly crushing a mouse. You slurp up and gulp down the one in your mouth and pull out the drawer, and placed it between your legs. You picked up the mouse attempting to escape and inspected it.
It was a normal brown female with spots on its back. It seemed to be bald, save for the fur on her head. She shivered in fright as you pinch its tail and hovered her over your mouth. You glanced down at the other micen who are watching, horrified. The mouse in your hand didn't cry out in protest as you flush out your tongue and glide it across her face. She closed her eyes, seeming to accept her fate. That's no fun.
You drop her in your mouth and pushed her around with your tongue. She still didn't peep. That changed as you began to nibble on her legs. She started to beg, and you figured it was time that the mice in your belly deserved some more company, seeing as how they are struggling less. You swallow it and purr as you feel your occupants scream and pound against the walls of your stomach.
You then looked down, your belly looked slightly plump. It's hard to eat many more micen in this sitting even though you feel as if you have room for one more, so you might as well sit here and wait for them to digest a little before downing more. So to pass the time you counted the micen left. Unfortunately, many more escaped than you had originally thought. There was only four males and eight females left.
In one corner you see a couple females hiding behind a male who is trying his best to shield them from you. Such a gentleman. You noticed that another male is trying to escape through the hole; prying between your leg and the wall. In the other corner you see a young male clinging to an older female. You then noticed the small pure white male glaring at you with his blue eyes. He was in the middle of the box, even looked angry enough to cry. The last male tried scaling the wall. There was a group of females in the closest right corner. However there was one of them smiling at you, even blushing.
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