After getting accidentally turned into a mouse, your kittyboy room-mate offers to help you. Unfortunately, his girlfriend has other plans.

Some shameless selfish smut :3 enjoy!

Contains: F/reader oral vore, BJ, digestion, sex, mouse pred, reader prey, POV, prey POV, cute pred

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Things could have been worse, at least...! Sure, it sucked to come down with the symptoms, but it wasn't fatal. The medicine was free at the university clinic, and it usually only took 2-3 days to wear off. Plus, your room-mate wasn't as mean as some people you'd heard about.

Still, waking up as a mouse came as a bit of a shock.

You'd been squarely on your pillow, jolted awake by the jolting motion of the bunk-bed as Mintclimbed down the ladder. He's a freshman, still taking his general courses. As you yawned and stretched, feeling rather open and exposed, he'd noticed your predicament, and by the time you opened your eyes it was to see his huge gray-furred face grinning down at you.

"Oh my!" he said. "This is a morning surprise!"

You squeaked, your body instinctively recoiling from the feline. He'd always had a smell to him, but now that smell had altered somewhat. It was still the same familiar scent, but now it burned into your nose, your heart spiking with fear and adrenaline.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He reached forward, gently plucking you up and placing you onto his palm. "Heck, the cleaners're going to be in here today, otherwise I'd say just hide out here and I'll get the medicine." It was hard to concentrate on his words; you had to consciously fight through the instinctual fear roiling through you. Mint frowned in thought, his whiskers flicking as he walked toward his desk, still nude. "Mm, how about we go together? I'll keep you safe in my backpack; I've got 5th period free so it won't be but a few hours~"

You couldn't speak, couldn't resist, couldn't do anything as he put you into a little jar with a lid and then slid that right into the bottom corner of his pack. At least he'd given you a hole so you wouldn't asphyxiate.

And that had been your day thus far. It was dark and warm enough in Mint's backpack, and he only moved every hour or so between classes; it was almost cozy. There was no way of telling how long it was until fifth period. The noises and voices from the Outside World were muted and hard to understand, and you eventually gave up trying. You began to think about the near future.

Once you get the medicine it's still a few days until you're back to normal. Cleaners only come twice a week so you should be able to spend the next two days relaxing in your dorm room. Hopefully Mint wouldn't torture you too much, though you had faith. He had seemed genuinely worried about your safety, after all. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing to happen after all!

Mint set his backpack down again, jostling you against the glass. You wake up with a start, realization dawning that you'd been sleeping. Who knows for how long. Mint's voice is muffled and distant, and there's another, just one, a feminine voice that tickles your memory as recognizable.

Light creeps into the pack as the zipper's pulled open. You look up through the hole in the lid, trying to see and gauge your whereabouts. Maybe it's the clinic! A brown-furred hand rummages around, touches the lid, grips. You squeak as you're pulled up out of the pack and into the blinding light of....

A bathroom?

Your eyes take a few moments to focus and your heart's racing. Yes it's definitely a bathroom, white-and-blue tiling on floor and walls, a mirror larger than even the most ambitious TVs taking up an entire wall opposite to some stalls and urinals. Mint is half-undressed by one of the stalls, and the person holding your jar is...?

The question fills your mind. Things seem to be moving in slow-motion as you try to process what's happening, where you are, why the two people involved seem to be naked or getting there. You focus on the brown-furred person, and realize with a start it's Samantha. You'd heard of her, even seen her around a few times. Mint's girlfriend. You don't know much more about her, though she does make things make a bit more sense as to why Mint and Sam are in a bathroom, and why they're both half-naked.

"Oh!" Samantha says, her voice on the verge of a giggle. "It's not a toy!" The voice tips over the edge of that giggle, the action shaking you against the glass.

"I said so," Mint says, pulling off his pants. You can't help but notice he's already half-erect. "The lube's in the other pocket."

Sam gives your prison a shake, not even looking at you. "Doesn't mean we can't be kinky, does it?" You can see her blush through the hole, and watch as her other hand gets into her shorts and starts pulling them down. "I haven't had lunch yet after all...~"

Mint stops and looks up at her, then at you, then back, his cheeks flushing. "What?" He laughs. "You don't possibly...." His cock throbs, some liquid already pooling at the tip.

She kicks her shorts away and saunters over to him, licking her lips as she holds you up. "Oooh, you like that~?" You can feel the sway to her hips.


"You don't have to--" Mint stammers.

"But I want to," Sam says. She's right up against Mint, now. Again his eyes flick back to you. "Little naughty mousey, stealing this kitty's lunch~" She starts unscrewing the top. You look in panic to Mint, hoping for some salvation from the feline, but his attention is squarely on Samantha now, his hands at her hips, his own doing a little dance as their tails swish in the air.

Sam tips the jar over and you tumble out onto her palm. You immediately try to jump free, squeaking in panic, but her fingers close around you like a vice. Still you squirm, your little hands and legs pressing at her pads, your tail whipping the air. She holds you up, her face huge in your vision.

"You wouldn't," Mint says, though you can hear a playfulness to his voice. "Mice don't steal from cats." His blush is huge on his cheeks and ears. Your heart races in your chest. It's like watching two trucks barreling toward each-other while being too far away to be noticed by either driver. You know what's going to happen, and are utterly powerless to stop it.

Again Samantha licks her lips. This time you can hear the squelch of her saliva, see the yellowish glint of her rodent teeth in the sterile fluorescent lighting. She holds you up over her head, her mouth open wide to catch you, her eyes looking directly into Mint's. And Mint is looking back. You can see him quivering, his blush freshening as Sam's breath wafts up around you. You can smell every bit of it, the stale coffee, a slight hint of chocolate and peanut-butter, the stench of un-washed morning-breath deadened by time.

"Sam--" Mint says, but then her fingers release. You're falling, and then the pink flesh of her mouth surrounds you. You land on her tongue, her saliva soaking into your fur, hot and slick and wet. Her mouth snaps shut, darkness once again claiming your vision. It's tight in there; you fill her mouth end to end, her tongue pressed down beneath you, the pressure pinning you against her palate. You squeak and squirm in the hot gross confines, feeling thick sheets of drool cling to you. Your claws struggle to get a grip on anything but that doesn't stop you from trying. You flail and fight, even as her tongue rolls you over onto your back, squishing you down against her gums, and then-- You know it even before it happens, the way her tongue manipulates you backward, toward the back of her mouth. You feel your butt pressing up against her throat.

Your roommate's murine girlfriend stretches her neck and swallows.

Her tongue forces you backward into the overtight embrace of her throat. You feel your ribs straining, and with a soft pop you suddenly find yourself without air in your lungs nor able to inhale. Your head's still in her mouth, the rest of you jammed and stuck in her gullet. But then she swallows again, and you're gone. Her throat's so oppressively tight. A few more pops resonate through your chest on the descent, your struggles weakly squirming against her throat as you get coated in snot and slime and drool, pulled passed her beating heart, and then forced painfully through a sphincter and into her stomach.

You land with a wet plop and tumble down the J-shaped organ until you wedge at the very bottom of it, in a thin slimy pool. You're still gasping for breath, squirming weakly as your ribs strubble to reset themselves. With some relief you notice you miraculously didn't actually break any bones, but merely got the wind knocked out of you. The first breath you manage stuns you to your core. The word "vomit" doesn't even begin to do the smell justice. It's rank and fetid, it smells of bile and rot and chocolate, which somehow makes it even worse.

"Oh fuck," Sam says, her voice and coughing echoing around you. Each breath she takes pressed down on you from above, squishing her stomach lining down against you. She's taken by a full-on fit of coughing. You imagine you can hear Mint laughing. You can definitely feel him patting her back. He says something about training, maybe? And about her throat? It's hard to make out.

You're starting to recover from the squeeze of her throat, and it sounds like she's starting to recover from almost choking on you. Not that you can feel much sympathy for her! She ate you! The reality of it hasn't fully sank in yet. You're actually in her stomach, this is her breakfast or snacks that you're laying in. Or, the remains of it. And if she doesn't let you out soon, that will be you, too. You try to get to your feet, but find moving is difficult. Her stomach isn't exactly solid. It's slippery, the textured rugae hard to get a grip on, the walls having just enough elasticity to press away from your efforts. You manage to wedge your feet into the deep gross recesses of the folds, feeling juices squelching between your toes, but that gives you enough leverage to reach up and start trying to scramble up at her stomach walls, to either climb out or get her to spit you up. Your squeaking rebounds on the walls around you.

You hear Sam do something, something that doesn't sound normal, and this inspires hope! Maybe you're actually doing something, making her uncomfortable, maybe enough to make her vomit! You redouble your efforts, getting better and digging your claws into her stomach lining, getting grips, even climbing out of the pit of her stomach. The organ isn't that much bigger than you are, all told, even just this one step up and you're nearly at the opening to her throat. Some flicker of hope flits through your heart that you could maybe climb back up, but your ribs still ache from the pressure of her swallow. There's no way you could work your way back up without her wanting you out of her stomach. And so you flail and fight, your muscles already aching, your lungs burning for lack of oxygen. You're burning through your meager supply of the stuff.

You feel her body convulse, and it sounds almost like she's gagging. Success! Her stomach clenches around you, pressing you up against her throat. You feel her heart racing. Salvation is close at hand! You can see the future, getting spat up onto the bathroom tiling, saved by Mint. You were already planning on giving him so much hell when you got back to normal...!

But then something came down her throat, splatting against you, throwing you down back to the pit of her stomach. More and more came, the mouse-girl swallowing heavily it sounds like. The smell immediately changes from vomit to cum, and as what feels like gallon after gallon of the stuff spatters down on you, you realize what's been happening. The image of Sam on her knees, muzzle buried against Mint's thighs as the feline fucks her throat comes immediately to your head. His cum already fills that little J-pocket of Sam's stomach, the last bits dribbling down as the mouse-girl greedily slurps his dick clean. You can hear your roommate purring in post-orgasmic delight, can imagine him scritching over her head~ "Good girl," you think you hear him say.

Samantha swallows again, and you feel her standing up. "Though, don't think I'm done punishing you~" Mint says. Suddenly you're thrown against the wall, half-drowning as his cum sloshes over you. Then you're thrown against the other wall. Sam's been pushed back against something, and it's not hard to imagine what's happening when you hear her squeak and moan, and feel her body tremble with pleasure.

Mint growls playfully as he starts thrusting into his girlfriend, that cute mouse-girl like putty under his hands as he pins her to the wall and stuffs her snatch with his dick. And you're stuck in her, sloshing with his cum, already feeling light-headed for lack of oxygen. You can barely move, barely fight as that jizz sloshes around you, flows into your nostrils and mouth. You realize, with sinking horror, that you're going to die in here, get digested by this mouse-girl like any other piece of food. Like the cum she sucked from your roommate's cock...

The motions of their lovemaking slosh you around in her stomach, but you can't even move anymore. You're limp, her stomach grinding against you, softening you up. At some point they've stopped. You can hear Mint purring, the vibrations rattling through her body and around you.

Her stomach contracts suddenly, and the air that had been inflating it vanishes with a rush. The walls close in around you, the cum rising over your head until it fills the rest of the space. You hear the resulting belch from the mouse, and Mint's laugh. "My cute preddy girlfriend~" he says. "Never thought you'd have it in you~" He pats on her belly, laughing, and it's the last thing you hear before unconsciousness takes you.

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