“No! No! No!” Min jerked his head back with each scream, but couldn't get free of Dara's thighs. She was deliberately holding him, he was sure of it now, getting one last vindictive act of revenge even as she went down Steve's esophagus.

Another gulp and the mouse's butt was framed between Steve's fangs, soon it would be gone forever, and so would he if he didn't escape soon. Turning his head as best he could, he tried to get the attention of one of the stage-hands. This was a large part of their job after all; to ensure that the loser did not escape and, most importantly in Min's current opinion, to make sure no-one but the loser was eaten.

He finally managed to catch the eye of one of the stage hands, a brown and black stag who was watching with open arousal. “Why aren't you helping me?” Min screamed, “He's not stopping.” In response the stag rolled his eyes and jerked one thumb at the score board where Min's name was written just above Dara's.

“So? The mouse came last. Only the person with the most prey votes is supposed to be …” he trailed off as he finally worked it out. Both Dara and himself had tied for prey votes. Normally this wouldn't matter, the rules where clear that if someone got the most pred votes and the most prey votes then they were the predator and the prey would be whoever had the second most prey votes. But he didn't have the most pred votes, it was a tie. He'd assumed this would mean both him and Steve would be considered predators, but apparently that was not the case.

He began to protest that this obviously wasn't fair, but was interrupted. Steve grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing him to face toward the open mouth, then shoved his muzzle back into Dara's slit. The warm opening, that had been so inviting the first time he'd stuck his nose inside, was now the last place Min wanted to be. Dara didn't seem to happy about it either, and from somewhere beneath Steve's fur there came another indignant squeak.

Neither of them were given long to worry about the new position. A deep gulp from the cat forced Dara's hips down the gullet, and Min was dragged with her. The esophagus walls were slick with mucus and saliva, but muscular enough to keep a firm grip on Min's head despite that. He screamed. He screamed and kicked and tried to punch the cat, desperate for some way to free himself.

Steve caught the thrashing rabbit by the wrists, twisted both behind the prey's back then took another powerful gulp. Min shoulders were now bound by the cat's esophagus. Terrified he began to scream, but his voice was muffled by both Dara's hips and Steve's throat, he doubted he could even be heard from outside. Even if Steve did hear the rabbit's cries he ignored them, lifting the rabbit off the ground and gulping him rapidly down.

Min's hind paws kicked helplessly in the air, but even that did not last for long. Steve was clearly eager to finish his meal and Dara's weight helped pull him down faster. A few minutes after he had begun, Steve closed his jaws around his prey's twitching paws, the gulped them down and licked his lips.

With one last wave of peristalsis, Min felt himself washed down the throat and into the cat's stomach. Dara was already inside, and he came down roughly on top of her, sloshing stomach acids to all sides with his sudden entrance.

“Get off me you idiot.” The mouse made an effort to shove him aside, but with her hands still tied behind her back and Min's nose still buried in her sex, the attempt failed miserably and Min remained on top.

Ignoring the protests of his fellow entrée, Min ran his paws about the surrounding stomach walls hoping for some way back out. Hopeless. In the pitch black interior, it would have been impossible to find the opening the he had just passed through even if the walls had not be moving around. Worse he could already feel his skin beginning to tingle wherever the acid had splashed him.

“Seriously, who falls for that?” Dara demanded, Her voice took on a mocking tone. “Just stick your head in my mouth while I eat someone. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. It's not like you just tied for last place in a predator competition or anything.”

“At least I got some pred votes.” Min replied, “How many did you get again, mouse?”

Instead of responding Dara jerked her legs downward forcing Min's head, still trapped between the ropes and her thighs, beneath the pool of digestive juices. “Yeah? Well it's not going to save you. You're going to digest, despite your pred votes.”

Min struggled frantically to get back to the air, but couldn't get any leverage. Help came from an unexpected direction as Steve let out a satisfied belch then lay down on the floor. The distraction was enough to let him get his head above the acids and take a deep gasp.

There was less air in the stomach now. The belch had released a lot of pressure and the surrounding walls were now much closer. Through the soft flesh Min could feel the cat's paws, massaging the lumps in his belly and helping turn the contents into slush.

Min fought to keep his head above the fluids. Dara made it as difficult as she could, partially out of spite and partially because, in there current position, Min lifting his head pushed her further under. Unfortunately for her, it was a battle that she was rapidly losing. The fact that Min's hands were not bound and that she was on the bottom, gave her a distinct disadvantage and soon she had been dragged until only her nose remained above the fluids.

“Mhhf! Mmh mhhf!”She couldn't open her mouth to make any vocal protest without the acids getting in. Even if she could prevent herself from slipping any further, the acid level was now rising fast. “Mmrhh!” she tried again.

“Not so fun now it's your turn, is it mouse?” Min shot back. He gave another shove and tried not to think about the fact that even if Dara was first, both of them would soon come to the same end.

Steve sighed happily as he felt his lunch wriggling around. Another belch took out most of the remaining air, and he couldn't resist taunting his prey a little. Such juicy little rodents. So confident that they could actually win a predator contest. It was a pleasure to put them both in their proper place.

Min gasped as he felt the air decrease and the stomach walls close in again. Beneath him Dara was starting to twitch. Involuntary, spasmodic jerks as she struggled to hold her breath beneath the swirling acids. Ignoring her struggles Min tried to keep as much of himself out of the acids as possible, using Dara to keep himself higher. It wasn't working, the tingling sensation was getting rapidly more intense and already he could feel clumps of fur coming out along his legs and forearms.

Dara's thrashing increased ending in several frantic kicks, then she went limp. A string of bubbles rose to the surface as the mouse gave in and allowed her lungs to fill with the digestive juices, then passed out into an endless sleep.

On the plus side, now that Dara was no longer wriggling, it was a little easier to use her to keep his head above the acids. The negative side was that things were fast approaching the point where that wouldn't matter any more. Min wriggled and twisted to try and keep his nose in the last remaining air pocket, but it was no good. On last burp from the cat and even that was gone. There was nothing left for him to breathe, all Min could do was curl up and wait.

Soon his lungs were aching and he was starting to twitch. Just like Dara. Just like any prey that was eaten by the cat. Soon he would be nothing but a pool of nutrients for his predator, broken down and mixed with Dara into a fine slush. He felt Steve's paw run one last time over his form, before coming to rest above his head.

Firmly, but with a strange gentleness, the cat pushed Min's head down. With his chin resting on Dara's butt, Min finally surrendered, letting out his last breath in a stream of bubbles. It was over and his body belonged to the cat now.

With a stretch, Steve clambered back to his feet, still licking his lips happily. The two unconscious rodents sloshed about inside him as he headed back to the changing rooms to retrieve his clothes. Coming here had been well worth the trip. He would have to do this again someday.

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