Food For Mittens

Housecat vore time!

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 “Ooops!  Looks like another experiment gone wrong, huh Mittens?” I said, sheepishly glancing at my shrunken self.  My cat meowed in response, and ran up to me, cuddling against my tiny body and protectively mewing.  I laughed, and her head came down, nuzzling up against me.  “Oh Mittens.  Never change, cutie pie.”
At that, her tongue came out of her mouth, and she began giving me affectionate licks, which ran all the way up my now-small body.  “Geez, your love never changes,” I said, laughing.
Her licks stopped for a moment, and I saw temptation in her eyes.  Then they resumed, but they felt different, like she was . . . tasting me?  “Ok, let’s stop that now,” I said to my cat, trying to push away.  But she kept licking, and no matter how much I moved away she would come up to me and lick more!  Loud purrs vibrated through her body, and I gulped, now nervous of my loving cat.
Finally, she stopped.  I breathed a sigh of relief, but then, darkness came over me and suddenly her head was looming above.  I looked up—just in time to see her mouth come down from the sky, and then I was inside!  I screamed, but then she came back up, and I breathed a sigh of relief. . . But then she mouthed me again, licking my body once more.  She was definitely tasting me.  Shit.
“Ok, no,” I said firmly, trying to shove myself out.  Her mouth came back up, so I thought I succeeded.  But then it came back down over me, and her tongue went behind my back, throwing me inside!  “Mittens no!” I screamed as she pulled me completely inside her mouth, tipping her head up so I was lying flat on her tongue.  Terrified, I looked outside, seeing the world framed between her teeth.  But then her teeth closed, and I was trapped in darkness.
Purrs echoed around me as her tongue flipped me over, then licked my body, again and again.  “Mittens. . .!” I said weakly, trying to push her tongue away.  But she was relentless, and no matter what I did, she continued to taste me, purring louder and louder with each passing minute.  Then the throwing began.
The tongue picked me up, and began throwing me around, tasting me as it went!  I screamed as she continued to savor me, wanting to do anything for this nightmare to stop.  But it didn’t stop, not on my command, and so I was tasted more and more, until, when it finally /did/ stop/, I was completely soaked in saliva from head to toe.  The purrs hadn’t stopped either—Mittens was clearly enjoying this.
“Gross,” I muttered, trying to move toward the front of her mouth.  But before I could go far, her tongue threw me back, and sent my legs down a hole.  Wait . . . the only hole in the mouth was the throat, wasn’t it?  Oh no—I had to get out of here—!
Too late.  A loud /gulp!/ reverberated throughout my body, echoing in the mouth, and then I was sucked into a tight, compact space, heading down to my final destination.
Mitten’s esophagus squeezed relentlessly around my body, not loosening for even a second, and I now knew what a mouse felt like in a cat’s throat.  I could barely move a muscle, though thankfully I could breathe (although a bit shallowly, since my nose was squashed up against the throat’s wall), and though I tried to struggle and escape, I was unable to do either.  I was brought down inch by inch into my cat, and I knew with dread that I was headed to her stomach, the place all food went.  And there I would be digested and. . .!  No, no, I couldn’t let myself think that way.  I would get out of here for sure!  Right?
I felt my feet brush up against a barrier below.  Then I slid past it, into an open space that greeted me with loud, obnoxious growling.  Shit, that had to be her stomach.  I tried once again to struggle, and now that my legs were free I kicked out.  But all that did was get me down faster, and so I plummeted into the belly below.
I landed in a small pile of slime, and groaned, standing up as best as I could in the shaking, grumbling belly.  It rumbled hungrily around me, and I felt the slime below increase—that had to be the digestive juices!  I needed to get out of here before they digested /me/!
I felt around until I found the wall of the stomach, and then I banged on it as hard as I could, trying to either get my cat’s attention or give her a bellyache, whichever would get me out of here.  “Mittens!” I screamed.  “Let me go!  I’m not food!”  The stomach seemed to disagree, because it let out a loud growl that made me fall on my ass, landing in the slime.  It pooled around my feet, and I sighed.  I wasn’t leaving, was I?”
It was getting hard to breathe in here, I noticed.  I got up and tried to bang on the stomach again, but I was too weak.  I submitted, slumping against the wall and feeling the slime gather around my body.
The last thing I heard was Mittens’ purring.
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Mittens meowed and walked up to her litter box.  It was time to expel her most recent meal.
The cat crouched down, and a moment later, a long piece of shit left her butt and landed in the cat litter.  The remains of her owner landed in the box, and then the cat walked away with a mew, going off to clean herself.
That had been very tasty, tastier than she’d expected.  She had loved her owner as a person, but she’d loved her more as a meal.  
That had been a delicious treat.