An American Gulp
 
By: Sage of Stars
 
In Collaboration With: Mister Ebony
 
Zac sighed as he looked over the rest of the papers from his office. So much of it was just gibberish these days. The execs didn�t want the truth anymore, they wanted buzz words and techno babble that sounded like the real thing, words and phrases that had no meaning to anyone at all, that was what they wanted, and in the end, it was up to an engineer like him to give them what they wanted, for a good salary, and a grant of so much a year for his private research.
 
Getting up from his chair, the mouse man set his reading glasses on the table, the computer in front of him, no longer registering his eye movements, turning off into a sleep mode that used only one percent of the units normal power consumption, less than it took to run a child�s toy. That was after all, one of the features of this model. A visual mouse�er control device, which registered eye movement. Take the glasses off, and it went to sleep until you put them back on. A breakthrough.
 
That was the problem of course. The company lived for breakthroughs like this, and then sealed them up, putting them under lock and key, and trickling them out onto the market, rather than releasing them right away, so they could be out there doing some good. This one alone had so many real world applications. From using it as a Heads Up Display in the helmets of firefighters, to allowing policemen to color targets in their vision as hostiles.
 
But if they were out there, then anyone could use them, and that meant another company would come out with a similar product in a year or less. Corporate sabotage was the name of the game, and it made anything like this a sealed info product, not something he can talk about to anyone, at least not until the board had approved it, something that wouldn�t happen for a few years, while they shuffled him off to their next project.
 
Luckily, the shuffling process usually made it easy for him to slip out a prototype or two of his projects, and give them to friends. They were usually safe enough. Though, of late, he�d been regretting one particular bit of product he�d snuck out. Well, at least to Terra�s face. Not that he�d told her that directly, just like he was trying to hide how much he was enjoying himself as she played with him with it, having fun with him in ways that went way beyond the normal for a couple like them.
 
The product happened to be a shrink ray. Officially, it had bee shelved for being too expensive. Through a friend in the military, he�d learned that there was a treaty, an actual, printed on paper, United Species approved, treaty, banning the development of such devices. Apparently the brass had been afraid that if a micro ever got a hold on such a device, it would throw the world into chaos, which it might well do, but then, where was the fun in everything being orderly all the time?
 
�Lover, are you almost ready?� came a sultry voice from nearby, and the mouse man gasped as a shape came out of the shadows. He stood a good height, he thought, about average, maybe a bit over, for a mouse of his age. He was a bit underweight, though he had to admit, little if any of that weight was muscle, as his job required less of the physical strength out of him, and more of the mental, meaning his was on his butt most of he day.
 
The form standing in front of the grey furred, white chested mouse, however, was anything but average. She was a tall one, dwarfing his height by a good foot, and with a shape that would have probably made one of the statues of love goddesses in the old days jealous. Her form and shape were that of a walking tigress, though, in private to his friends, he would admit her stripes were brown rather than black, he avoided that discussion to her face, however.
 
Her body, as one would expect of someone who worked as a model, was in fabulous shape. She was a Titaness really. Her muscles were there, and powerful ones too, he knew from experience, and from the bruise or two they left under his fur for days after a bed time fun time. Her weight wasn�t much more than his own, despite the height difference, and yet, she moved so much better, more purposefully, that he was intimated simply by her standing there.
 
�Um, well, I think so, but I really need to go over the number again. I�m not sure that I got everything just right, and I-,� he was cut off in his excuses when the tigress who was the lady grabbed him in both her arms, sweeping him around her, and then holding him like one would a lover, letting him droop toward the floor for a moment, before she leaned her head closer, her lips meeting his with a passion that sent shivers down his spine, as her tongue invaded his mouth for a moment, and then everything returned as it had been, like nothing had happened at all.
 
�Or I could be ready now, yes, that�s definitely a possibility,� he conceded, and she actually giggled at him, and she took his arm, leading him toward the kitchen. This was how much she controlled him, how well she wielded the power to make him do what she wanted. She didn�t even have to argue anymore, really. A single touch of her body, a single taste of her lips, and he was hers, heart, body, mind and soul, with only one desire, to please her.
 
It was the way she�d been wanting to be pleased lately that made him apprehensive, however. Well, at least to her face. He kind of admitted to himself, if to no one else, that he was enjoying this. Terra, upon discovering the gun a few weeks ago, had already done something with Zac that, in the proceeding weeks, she had done over, and over, and over again. That is, she�d made him into her meal, usually cooking in some way.
 
Not that the cooking had anything wrong with it. He was nude when shrunk or big, something the tigress liked to have him, before the shrinking so she could see him, and, if need be, have her way with him at anytime, and afterward so she could have him as a snack anytime. And as for heat, well, small animals loose body heat faster than big ones, precipitating the need to add a therm�.al�..you know what, let�s just say the beam made him heat and cold resistant and leave it at that.
 
So no, nothing bad came from being eaten, so long as she took those reformation pills. Luckily, she took them all the time for her work, and had a good supply of them at home. A lot of people bought her modeling work for a magazine that was�.well for a certain type of clientele, a type that liked being eaten, stepped on, and variously abused. Not very oddly, most of them were either macros of gargantuan size, or normals. Few, if any, micros were into that kind of thing.
 
Still, the company used micros for the �victims� in the pics, all models in their own right, and usually fun people too, as he�d had the chance to find out. That one mouse girl that had come home with Terra once had been part of a three way between them that had been mythical in its greatness. The things she did with that tail of hers, it was just something a guy would dream about for the rest of his life. Not that Terra hadn�t put on an even better show herself.
 
Today was something special though. Terra preferred eating him with the usual foods, so she didn�t have to wait long for her meal. Stuff like sandwiches, burgers, pizzas, and other dishes that took only a few minutes to prepare from their base components. This time, however, she would be enjoying him as part of what she termed a traditional dish of her forefathers, a symbol of their nation for generations, along with a sport called baseball, and, strangely, Mom.
 
The gun was, as he always saw it, in her hands. Since finding it on the counter after eating him the first time, the sight of it telling her what it was she ate, and saving him from the horrors of her digestive tract. She kept it hidden, saying that after that day he couldn�t be trusted with it, though really, he knew she was just afraid he would take it away. She, thanks to his own acting, really believed he disliked this. Not hated, as she wouldn�t have kept doing it, probably, if he hated it, but he didn�t like it either.
 
Trying to look despondent, the mouse went into the kitchen, and then sat down on the counter, looking at her with a gaze that said silently, �just get it over with� an act she obliged by firing the ray, a beam of light shooting out of it. Instantly he had a feeling of vertigo, as he fell towards the floor like some theme park ride. The end was just as abrupt too, as he squeaked, falling face first onto the counter top and shaking his blurry vision away.
 
When his eyes finally adjusted to his new height and he could see once more, he was staring upward at the visage of his goddess. And what a goddess. Her body, shapely when he was full size, was truly statuesque when he was the size of a regular mouse. So bold, so full, her barest movements inspired winds that tugged at his fur, let alone her muscles, the lines of which he could see tense as her mind made them pull taunt, and tug the rest of her body along, every graceful motion carrying her like a great cloud, her own fur looking softer that even those as it rippled in her own wake.
 
She didn�t move far, however, as she quickly brought out a pie tin, already full of sliced pieces of pie and some soupy stuff, which she had prepared already. Originally, he was to be added first to the mixture, but apparently she had gotten bored waiting for him, and decided to start making it without him. This sat fine with him, as he would honestly probably not be happy buried in that, and was glad he could still see his goddess, as she reached down toward him.
 
Her claw grasped at his back, and he felt it pinch his fur between the pads of her fingers, as he was brought up over the pie, and rather unceremoniously dropped into it, landing with a splat inside. This was all part of her act, however. She loved to tease him, to treat him like a normal mouse that she was just making a meal of. He obliged only in that he didn�t try to talk too much to her, though he did try to still act aloof and uncaring, like he had better things to do with his time.
 
Having already completed most of the pie, the tigress only had one last thing to add before it was placed inside the oven, that last thing being the special ingredient, the live one. Licking her lips at him, purring loudly enough to shake her paw a little, Terra dropped her little mouse into the pie, where he landed with a splat, the lower part of his body becoming buried in the viscous fluid in which the slices of apple floated, his tail the only part of him sticking up for a moment, before he broke the surface with a gasp.
 
�Well, this is another fine mess you�ve gotten yourself into,� came her voice as she looked down at him, grinning that toothy grin at him, causing him to lose his composure for a moment, and chuckle up at her. Moving through the goop as well as he could, he squeaked, and tried to act like one of the �unwilling� prey from her shoots, trying to escape from the pie, which caused her to purr even louder as she lifted the top crush over him.
 
�Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! Think you can get out of being my meal, do you tasty one?� she asked, the mock evil laugh forcing him to lay back as he just laughed at her pointing, getting silvery peals of laugher from her in return, as she lowered the top crust down on top of him, making his world slowly go dark as it covered the sky, and then, just as it reached him, caused everything to be cast into pitch blackness, cutting off all noise as it pushed him into the pie filling.
 
He was in no danger of drowning, of course. His body used little air compared to its original size, and thus he could more or less hold his breath for hours at this size, which was to his advantage when being cooked and eaten by a big vicious tigress. Smiling at that thought, he suddenly caught a glimmer of light, and began to move toward it, a small bump moving along the soft pie crust, making the tigress smirk as she watched it, until it reached a steam hole, and a tiny face poked out of it.
 
�Heh, well, looks like your goose is cooked. Baked specifically,� she commented to his small form, as his view of the world, looking up at her, suddenly dropped, and then was replaced by the inside of the oven. That didn�t exactly thrill him, though he knew exactly what she was doing and why. So he played along, struggling against the top crust, and finding that it was very strong indeed, so strong that he could barely move it.
 
Then the world went dark again, as a loud slamming noise hit his ears, hard. He winced a bit, wondering not for the first time why nothing sounded bigger at this size. It was odd really. His own voice didn�t get higher, and nothing got lower in pitch either. It was all as if it was exactly the same as it was when he was regular size, sound wise, though Terra had commented more than once that his voice could barely be heard, something that had caused trouble a time or two.
 
Sighing against the darkness, his eyes slowly began to adjust to it, as they always did, and he could just make out the edges of the oven, as the small curving rods on it began to get red, the air slowly becoming warmer. Of course, it was actually more than warm, he knew that by the sheer fact that steam was already rising around his face, showing that the goop around him had already reached boiling, a bit over a hundred degrees, yet, to him, he didn�t even feel like he was sweating yet, making him grin as he settled into he pie for the baking process.
 
Ripples of heat soon began to rise, as the glowing red bars along the oven�s side started to hum with the power inside them. That meant it had reached the proper baking temperature, and he could feel the pie crust around his face begin to harden, as the goop became more solid as well, sticking him in place, and making it harder to breath at all. Not that he wanted to breathe much in the hotter than hell air around him, but it was at least pleasant enough that he soon began to drift off to sleep.
 
Terra, meanwhile, was on the phone to the agency, talking to her real slave driver of a boss. Oddly, the boss, along with most of her work mates, where prey, just like her little man. That made it very odd when you considered the agency did primarily vorish shoots, but the old deer, old by modeling standards at 25, had a thing for it herself. She never did it of course, being a strict vegetarian, but she liked watching it done, something the other girls enjoyed too.
 
The chat was mostly about an off hours meeting she and another few coworkers were having soon. Apparently, she would have to whittle down her guest list to only one, as the rest were all needed for some big shoot that was coming up. She was off the hook only because she was a pred species, and the buyer wanted preys in this one. Preds would be used next time, however, so she would have to be ready for that if she knew what was good for her.
 
Luckily, just as she hung up the phone, there came a beeping sound out of the kitchen, and she licked her lips again, drooling slightly at the smell. Looking over the low counter that separated her living room from her kitchen, she moved toward the oven, and then pulled on one of the mitts before grabbing the handle of the oven door and pulling it down, getting a face full of steam, as well as a nostril full of the pie�s delectable scent.
 
Zac, suddenly exposed to cold air, woke with a start, his first view of the waking world being that of the monumental tigress, who was smiling down at him, as usual. He didn�t mind the wake up too much, and merely smiled back at her, as he against started struggling against the pie crust. Hard now, he couldn�t even make it budge for him. She, seeing this, began to purr at him again, as she carried the pie to the table and gently set it down.
 
�Oh help! Help! Someone! The mean, old tiger lady�s gonna eat me all up!� he said, and then got poked with a fork for his trouble.
 
�Who are you calling �old�, my delectable little piece of mouse meat?� she asked, before lifting the fork onto its side and then pressing into the pie with it.
 
The force of the fork cutting through the pie moved Zac a bit, and took his face away from the hole he�d been looking out of, silencing any response he would have made. At the same time, it filled his ears with the sound of the pie crust crunching beneath the assault of the metal utensil, making him giggle a little, before he was suddenly freed again, as the pie rose up out of the pan, his head sitting near the end of the piece she�d cut off for herself.
 
There was no more time for mock escapes, and no need, as the fork cut off his piece of the pie, and then lifted it again skyward, now only in a bite sized portion. Purring as hard as she could, she brought him up toward her mouth, and then opened wide, giving him a good view of the inside her maw, and letting him stare at all those sparkling, white fangs for a moment, before she pushed him inside, the humidity around him spiking as he was shoved into her mouth.
 
The feeling of her all around him was intoxicating. It was like being drunk and high at the same time, and something he loved about her. After all, she wasn�t doing this to be mean, she was doing it because she loved him so much, and in so many ways. As the light shut off again, her jaw snapping shut, he giggled, and started to kick around, until her tongue rose upward, and pressed him against the ridges of her upper pallet, rubbing him against the firm flesh of her body for a moment, and getting him excited in quite another way, before she stopped, and let him lay on her tongue for a moment.
 
Shaking himself, feeling the saliva still clinging to his fur, Zac was suddenly blinded as her maw opened up, and he could see outside once more. Of course, the view of the outside world was one that was soon blocked by an object. A cylinder of white liquid, that tilted for a moment, and then released a torrent of milk into her maw, that tugged him backwards, and washed him down into her throat with a gulp, as her neck bulged around him.
 
The tigress smirked at the feeling of her lover slipping down her throat, licking her lips to taste him once more, the mixture of his flavor with the sweet pie and the cool milk was quite refreshing, and she would have to try this particular snack again sometime a thought that kept her purring throughout, as the bulge that was him dropped past her collarbone, vanishing into her chest, and leaving her as just a tigress to anyone who might be watching.
 
Inside, the mouse man squirmed and wriggled against the walls of her esophagus, feeling the tight muscles push and tug him down towards her churning stomach, making him laugh as they tickled at his feet, and squeak a time or two as they pulled his tail when it got pinched between two muscles. At last, however, he was free, his feet kicking into the open space of her belly, and then followed by his body, as well as a waterfall of milk and mush, that landed with a light splash in her standing stomach juices.
 
Sighing again, as he had done mere minutes ago when working on the visual mouse, Zac began to swim towards one of the walls of her belly, and then leaned back against it, hearing the low plop that marked the reformation pill landing inside Terra�s stomach. Curling up against the wall, he felt it move a bit, and began to massage it gently, using both hands and his tail to do so, as he considered his work problems, and then just enjoyed his lover, while he could, before he reformed outside and had to deal with the world again.