My Momma Wants to Eat Me!
By Misterebony
For Celestia
(For the record, the mother and daughter are not "FURS" in the sense. They are more like halfbreeds, with animal ears, a small bit of fur, and a tail.)
Summer is a wonderful time of the year when you are a teenaged girl. The stores have their sales, the guys are in just their trunks, and the sun is warm and toasty. It is the best time of the year.
It is no different really if you are a Furson. For 14 year old Christine, it was the best time of the year. She was eager to make the guys turn their heads when they saw her walk down the street in her tight tops, showing of her buttocks and breasts, a smile on her face.
Not that she was intrested in any of them mind you. She just liked the attention. She had for a long time, ever since she was little. Her adoptive mother, Sora, took her in when she was left at her doorstep as a little baby. She had been showered with love and affection as a child, and given pointers on dating as a teen. In short, she had the pleasure ( and annoyance) of all those mother-daughter relationships.
Which was odd, since her mother, after all, was a tiger cat. She was unique though, in that she never touched a mouse in the whole time Christine was growing up. Not once did she ever even prey on a bunny or anything. No, she just kept at work on her salads and cheeses. She was pretty too, at about five feet, with a pretty tiger tail and lovely green eyes.
If Christine only knew...
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"You are not controlled by your instincts." The taped stated into Sora's ears. "You are a creature above your animal self. Mice are not your food, bunnies are your friends. You eat vegetables and milk and cheese, and you see prey as friends, not foodstuffs."
Sora nodded, but she was finding it hard to believe lately. Ever since Christine came into her life, she had been tempted to put her on the grill or stuff her in a pot, cook her, and eat her. After all, she was a mouse, and Sora was a cat. But as she put her in the pot as a baby, Christine looked at her, held out her arms, and said "mama!" to her. It melted the feline heart, and made her vow never to eat her new daughter.
She also tried to protect her from the stalkers at her school, those jock preds who wanted her for the after football victory barbecue. More than once she embarassed little Christine when a pred was about to take a nibble, making her mad at the fleine.
But it was all psrt of growing up. But as she grew, she looked more and more yummy. Sora was finding it harder and harder to resist eating her.
"Hi mom!" She heard through the headphones. "Listening to music again?"
The mother turned off the tape and put the player in her pocket. "Uh, yeah, music. You look luci... I mean lovely dear."
Christine chuckled every time her mother stumbled on her words. "Having those thoughts again momma?"
The mother shook her head. "No, I am not! I told you I am a vegetarian."
Christine nodded, not knowing how much she struggled with that. "But haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to taste meat? To smell it cooking and then rub your belly as it went down?"
Sora sighed. "Dear, you have a malicious sense of humor." She said. "Just because I am a vegetarian does not mean you have to pick on me about it."
Christine nodded. "Fair enough. I'm heading over to Polly's for awhile. She just got the new DDR title, and I want to go play. I need the exercise too. Your cooking is fattening me up!"
Sora nodded. Indeed she looked about right for.... NO! "HavefundearandbebackbynoonIgottogetashowerbyebye!" She said hurriedly, heading upstairs and away from her tasty looking daughter. Christine just shrugged and headed out.
As she did, the mother turned on the radio in her bedroom. "A little music will help me." She said. But it was not music. It was an advertisement.
"Come on down to the Prey Pantry, where we got the freshest, juciest mice, bunnies, and chipmunks ever! savor our hunny bunny buns, and our mouseburgers! And be sure to ask about our..." CLICK! The mother turned that off and headed down stairs.
"Oh big help." She said. She turned on the TV. Just her luck, a cooking show! On it a feline chef was basting a pair of mouseboys.
"Now," The fat feline female said, "be sure that the boys are nice and tender before you put them into the soup. And be sure to..." CLICK! She changed the channel, getting a talk show. But it was getting worse: the topic was teeenage preds!
"And she looked so yummy," The wolf in the show said, "I couldn't help myself. I;m sorry... I ate your sister!" The crowd was in uproar, but Sora heard the bunny girls answer:
"What, I'm not tasty enough for you?!" She said, choking the wolf. Off went the TV, Sora screaming.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" She shouted. "13 years of salads and cheese and milk and... not one bit of meat! And the whole time living with a delicious morsel! I cannot do it anymore!"
She picked up a book by her and turned the pages feverishly.
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Around 1PM, Christine came back home, just in time to get lunch. She was late, but she was hopeful her mom would understand. She came out of the kitchen, wearing her chef's hat and apron.
"You're late." She said, tapping her foot, her tail swaying back and forth. The mousegirl nodded.
"Yeah, we really got playing and... mom, why are you looking at me like that?" She said, noticing her mother was acting strangely.
"I... need your help with lunch." She said. "I am going to try meat today."
"Really?" The mouse daughter said. "About time mom! Even I like a burger every now and then!" She looked in the kitchen, seeing the large indoor grill that they had was on, and some condiments and spices were on the table.
"Heh, guess you ARE having a burger. A big one too, from the look of that bun. It is big enough to put me on!" She said, giggling. The mother did not laugh as she came in behind her daughter.
"Funny you say that." She said. Before the mouse girl could react, she wrapped her arms around her.
"Come on mom! I'm too old for hugs!" She said as she was lifted up. The mother sniffed the mouse girl. Oh she smelled so fresh and yummy... She would be prefect.
"I'm not hugging you." The mother said, lifting her up, taking her over to the grill. "I'm cooking you."
The girl was wide eyed. "You're... WHAT?!" She said in shock, eeping as she was dropped on the hot grill. It suprised her at first, then the mother sprinkled on some spice, and the pain of the heat went away. She could also no longer move on her own.
"Mom! Stop it! THis isn't funny!" Christine screamed. The mother pressed on her a little, searing her back.
"No it isn't. It will be tasty. And quite nutritious." The mother said, flipping her over to toast her front a little. "I waited a long time to eat you my dear. I wanted to the first time I saw you, when you were on my doorstep. But I couldn't eat you. You were so cute. But you are also so delicious. I tried so long to stop myself. I cannot anymore. You are my meal now. I'm a cat, you are a mouse. It is that simple."
The mouse girl was wide eyed as she was flipped over again, nicely tanned with some stripes on her where the grill seared her some, a tasty smell wafting in the air. "Mom, please stop! I;m your daughter! Don't eat me!"
The mother grabbed a HUGE spatula, large enough to be a spear, and lifted her off the grill, setting her on the bottom part of the burger bun. "Sorry dear, but this is the way of nature." Her daughter could not argue with that, and stopped complaining. She stayed still (She could not do otherwise anyway) and watched as her mom began to lay on slices of lettuce, tomato, and cheese over her, and squirt on a little mustard on top.
"At least it is you and not some stranger mom." Christine finally said. The mother smiled.
"Yes... it is." She set the top bun on, kissed her daughter one last time on the head, and opened wide to take her first bite. Then she stopped. Had she changed her mind? Christine looked about, waiting for the first bite.
"What is it mom?" She asked. The mother answered as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, bringing her closer. Apparently, she wanted to swallow the mouse whole! She chewed just enough to get the flavour of the mouse girl, moaning in delight. Christine sighed some. She'd never get a guy, or a girl (She never would even know her prefrence in that area), she would not see so many things, and she would never get that new movie.
Then again, it wasn't so bad. As her mom swallowed her up, it was nice and warm inside her, like she was returning to the womb. She suddenly felt like a baby again, like she was when she was first held by Sora. She swallowed again and the mouse was in up to her chest. There was no going back now.
"I have to say mom... it is a lot nicer being lunch than I thought it would be." She said, swallowed in a bit more. She heard her mom moan in delight, apparently she was quite dleicious. "I wish we could do this again, but I am just food after all."
The mother moaned in approval, apparently she was very tasty food. Christine closed her eyes as she was swallowed up the rest of the way over the period of a few minutes, at last vanishing cokpletely into her mother, now fat and happy. She pat her tummy and licked her lips, sitting back in the chair.
"Ahhhhh.... wonderful." Sora said, slowly massaging her gut. "Easily the best burger I ever ate. Good thing I sprinkled on the reformation spice. Had a little left."
"Reformation spice?" CHristine said, her voice muffled. She was cramped in the belly, but the burger was like a bed, and quite comfy.
"Yes, I'll be reforming you. Sorry to say dear, but I think you are going on my diet. Now I am sorry I waited so long."
"Well, if I knew you had reformation spice, I would have encouraged it! So much for keeping that site a secret anymore, since my own mom fulfilled that dream." The two laughed as she sat back, letting her daughter digest for the first, but nowhere near the last, time.
Life was good. Mostly. Though it would be a little hard for Christine from now on, knowing her mother would want to eat her about anytime. Ah well, those are the sacrifices of growing up.
and having a pred for a mother.
THE END.
By Misterebony
For Celestia
(For the record, the mother and daughter are not "FURS" in the sense. They are more like halfbreeds, with animal ears, a small bit of fur, and a tail.)
Summer is a wonderful time of the year when you are a teenaged girl. The stores have their sales, the guys are in just their trunks, and the sun is warm and toasty. It is the best time of the year.
It is no different really if you are a Furson. For 14 year old Christine, it was the best time of the year. She was eager to make the guys turn their heads when they saw her walk down the street in her tight tops, showing of her buttocks and breasts, a smile on her face.
Not that she was intrested in any of them mind you. She just liked the attention. She had for a long time, ever since she was little. Her adoptive mother, Sora, took her in when she was left at her doorstep as a little baby. She had been showered with love and affection as a child, and given pointers on dating as a teen. In short, she had the pleasure ( and annoyance) of all those mother-daughter relationships.
Which was odd, since her mother, after all, was a tiger cat. She was unique though, in that she never touched a mouse in the whole time Christine was growing up. Not once did she ever even prey on a bunny or anything. No, she just kept at work on her salads and cheeses. She was pretty too, at about five feet, with a pretty tiger tail and lovely green eyes.
If Christine only knew...
******************
"You are not controlled by your instincts." The taped stated into Sora's ears. "You are a creature above your animal self. Mice are not your food, bunnies are your friends. You eat vegetables and milk and cheese, and you see prey as friends, not foodstuffs."
Sora nodded, but she was finding it hard to believe lately. Ever since Christine came into her life, she had been tempted to put her on the grill or stuff her in a pot, cook her, and eat her. After all, she was a mouse, and Sora was a cat. But as she put her in the pot as a baby, Christine looked at her, held out her arms, and said "mama!" to her. It melted the feline heart, and made her vow never to eat her new daughter.
She also tried to protect her from the stalkers at her school, those jock preds who wanted her for the after football victory barbecue. More than once she embarassed little Christine when a pred was about to take a nibble, making her mad at the fleine.
But it was all psrt of growing up. But as she grew, she looked more and more yummy. Sora was finding it harder and harder to resist eating her.
"Hi mom!" She heard through the headphones. "Listening to music again?"
The mother turned off the tape and put the player in her pocket. "Uh, yeah, music. You look luci... I mean lovely dear."
Christine chuckled every time her mother stumbled on her words. "Having those thoughts again momma?"
The mother shook her head. "No, I am not! I told you I am a vegetarian."
Christine nodded, not knowing how much she struggled with that. "But haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to taste meat? To smell it cooking and then rub your belly as it went down?"
Sora sighed. "Dear, you have a malicious sense of humor." She said. "Just because I am a vegetarian does not mean you have to pick on me about it."
Christine nodded. "Fair enough. I'm heading over to Polly's for awhile. She just got the new DDR title, and I want to go play. I need the exercise too. Your cooking is fattening me up!"
Sora nodded. Indeed she looked about right for.... NO! "HavefundearandbebackbynoonIgottogetashowerbyebye!" She said hurriedly, heading upstairs and away from her tasty looking daughter. Christine just shrugged and headed out.
As she did, the mother turned on the radio in her bedroom. "A little music will help me." She said. But it was not music. It was an advertisement.
"Come on down to the Prey Pantry, where we got the freshest, juciest mice, bunnies, and chipmunks ever! savor our hunny bunny buns, and our mouseburgers! And be sure to ask about our..." CLICK! The mother turned that off and headed down stairs.
"Oh big help." She said. She turned on the TV. Just her luck, a cooking show! On it a feline chef was basting a pair of mouseboys.
"Now," The fat feline female said, "be sure that the boys are nice and tender before you put them into the soup. And be sure to..." CLICK! She changed the channel, getting a talk show. But it was getting worse: the topic was teeenage preds!
"And she looked so yummy," The wolf in the show said, "I couldn't help myself. I;m sorry... I ate your sister!" The crowd was in uproar, but Sora heard the bunny girls answer:
"What, I'm not tasty enough for you?!" She said, choking the wolf. Off went the TV, Sora screaming.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" She shouted. "13 years of salads and cheese and milk and... not one bit of meat! And the whole time living with a delicious morsel! I cannot do it anymore!"
She picked up a book by her and turned the pages feverishly.
***********************
Around 1PM, Christine came back home, just in time to get lunch. She was late, but she was hopeful her mom would understand. She came out of the kitchen, wearing her chef's hat and apron.
"You're late." She said, tapping her foot, her tail swaying back and forth. The mousegirl nodded.
"Yeah, we really got playing and... mom, why are you looking at me like that?" She said, noticing her mother was acting strangely.
"I... need your help with lunch." She said. "I am going to try meat today."
"Really?" The mouse daughter said. "About time mom! Even I like a burger every now and then!" She looked in the kitchen, seeing the large indoor grill that they had was on, and some condiments and spices were on the table.
"Heh, guess you ARE having a burger. A big one too, from the look of that bun. It is big enough to put me on!" She said, giggling. The mother did not laugh as she came in behind her daughter.
"Funny you say that." She said. Before the mouse girl could react, she wrapped her arms around her.
"Come on mom! I'm too old for hugs!" She said as she was lifted up. The mother sniffed the mouse girl. Oh she smelled so fresh and yummy... She would be prefect.
"I'm not hugging you." The mother said, lifting her up, taking her over to the grill. "I'm cooking you."
The girl was wide eyed. "You're... WHAT?!" She said in shock, eeping as she was dropped on the hot grill. It suprised her at first, then the mother sprinkled on some spice, and the pain of the heat went away. She could also no longer move on her own.
"Mom! Stop it! THis isn't funny!" Christine screamed. The mother pressed on her a little, searing her back.
"No it isn't. It will be tasty. And quite nutritious." The mother said, flipping her over to toast her front a little. "I waited a long time to eat you my dear. I wanted to the first time I saw you, when you were on my doorstep. But I couldn't eat you. You were so cute. But you are also so delicious. I tried so long to stop myself. I cannot anymore. You are my meal now. I'm a cat, you are a mouse. It is that simple."
The mouse girl was wide eyed as she was flipped over again, nicely tanned with some stripes on her where the grill seared her some, a tasty smell wafting in the air. "Mom, please stop! I;m your daughter! Don't eat me!"
The mother grabbed a HUGE spatula, large enough to be a spear, and lifted her off the grill, setting her on the bottom part of the burger bun. "Sorry dear, but this is the way of nature." Her daughter could not argue with that, and stopped complaining. She stayed still (She could not do otherwise anyway) and watched as her mom began to lay on slices of lettuce, tomato, and cheese over her, and squirt on a little mustard on top.
"At least it is you and not some stranger mom." Christine finally said. The mother smiled.
"Yes... it is." She set the top bun on, kissed her daughter one last time on the head, and opened wide to take her first bite. Then she stopped. Had she changed her mind? Christine looked about, waiting for the first bite.
"What is it mom?" She asked. The mother answered as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, bringing her closer. Apparently, she wanted to swallow the mouse whole! She chewed just enough to get the flavour of the mouse girl, moaning in delight. Christine sighed some. She'd never get a guy, or a girl (She never would even know her prefrence in that area), she would not see so many things, and she would never get that new movie.
Then again, it wasn't so bad. As her mom swallowed her up, it was nice and warm inside her, like she was returning to the womb. She suddenly felt like a baby again, like she was when she was first held by Sora. She swallowed again and the mouse was in up to her chest. There was no going back now.
"I have to say mom... it is a lot nicer being lunch than I thought it would be." She said, swallowed in a bit more. She heard her mom moan in delight, apparently she was quite dleicious. "I wish we could do this again, but I am just food after all."
The mother moaned in approval, apparently she was very tasty food. Christine closed her eyes as she was swallowed up the rest of the way over the period of a few minutes, at last vanishing cokpletely into her mother, now fat and happy. She pat her tummy and licked her lips, sitting back in the chair.
"Ahhhhh.... wonderful." Sora said, slowly massaging her gut. "Easily the best burger I ever ate. Good thing I sprinkled on the reformation spice. Had a little left."
"Reformation spice?" CHristine said, her voice muffled. She was cramped in the belly, but the burger was like a bed, and quite comfy.
"Yes, I'll be reforming you. Sorry to say dear, but I think you are going on my diet. Now I am sorry I waited so long."
"Well, if I knew you had reformation spice, I would have encouraged it! So much for keeping that site a secret anymore, since my own mom fulfilled that dream." The two laughed as she sat back, letting her daughter digest for the first, but nowhere near the last, time.
Life was good. Mostly. Though it would be a little hard for Christine from now on, knowing her mother would want to eat her about anytime. Ah well, those are the sacrifices of growing up.
and having a pred for a mother.
THE END.
my mother wants to eat me
By MisterEbony -- Report
Little story for Celestia. A mouse girl is about to learn her mother can no longer control her urges. And she is a cat!
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Posted by dinnertime007 18 years ago Report
I really like this one... but I like all mother vore! :D
Posted by Reiko 18 years ago Report
Awww this had to be one of the cutest stories I have read ^^
Posted by RenicofVore 14 years ago Report
I love it, especially how her mom brings her back to do it again and again, though im not much of a fan of cooking it was great!
Posted by deletb96b1268 9 years ago Report
very good story, interesting and delicious