Art (C) iMaw

Story excerpt below

“Help me, heeellllp meeeee!” Squealed Vana’s breakfast, an orange and white spotted hamster in a high-pitched, panicked voice. A knife came down over him, not to cut, but to spread purple jelly over his globular body, tiny arms and feet pushing helplessly against the metal surface.

“You!” He turned a pair of sky-blue eyes pleadingly on the mouse sitting less than a manner of feet away on the kitchen counter. “Make her stop. Please help me!”

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” Tuck apologized profusely, swallowed his mouthful of walnut hard, its provision being no comfort besides alleviating his hunger. He tried not to think about the fact that Vana had rodent-food in her house in addition to the literal rodent food. You couldn’t refrigerate live prey, after all....

“Can’t what?” Vana asked as she continued to dress her meal as if it were a bagel, wearing a green tank top and gray shorts for her morning wear, her blond hair straight and flat, but otherwise unkempt. It was probably the most normal he had ever seen the vixen.

“I was talking to him,” Tuck said, pointing at the hamster. “He asked me to make you to let him go.” He looked up at her hopefully, as if she might take the unspoken suggestion in Tuck’s eyes and spare this one rodent if just to make him happy for her. “I mean, it’s not like you would let him go, even though it would make me very happy...”

“I heard,” Vana replied, nonchalant and missing the cue, finishing her spreading and wrapping her fingers around the other rodent, bringing him up to her mouth. “That Squeaky-thingy picks up at quite a distance.”

No kidding, Tuck winced as the hamster’s shrill, desperate cries grew more frantic as he neared the yawning maw of the fox, held upside down over the gaping cavern lined with white teeth. “I hope you come back as a rat in your next Cycle!” He bawled accusingly at the mouse, “You and your bloodthirsty bitch of a girlfriend!”

“She’s not---.” Tuck began to say, but before he could finish Vana dropped her snack into her mouth, sealing her muzzle with a loud murr, suckling on the fruit-coated treat with utter delight. “Never mind,” he winced. Thankfully, the Squeak-Box could not pick up the screams coming from within her mouth.

Vana caught him staring. She winked. Then she tossed her head back and gave a hard, audible wet gulp, Tuck having a fully unobstructed view of her white furred neck flexing and bobbing as the struggling morsel went down her throat. “Ahh,” she breath a heavy sigh, licking her lips. “I love strawberry,”

A playful smirk drew across the vixen’s dainty face. “Of course, when it’s your turn, I’ll get whatever flavor you want."

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