The ringing of the doorbell echoed through the inside of the house and brought a smile to the squirrels face as he leaned back from his tippie toes and waited for an answer, fiddling at his dress shirt and adjusting book in hand to ensure he was formally presentable. A curious thought of why the ding-dong for this house seemed higher off the ground to reach than the others on the street he had stopped at, but his mind was more preoccupied running over the script he’d memorized over in his head to ensure he was ready for the pitch. When the door cracked open and the whine of the hinges made his ears perk up his chest swelled in excitement and his lips started moving before he even caught sight of the resident of the home.

“Greetings, sir! Do you have a moment to… hear… about…”

The rodents heart sank to the soles of his feet and color drained from his face, the automaticly recited opening line degenerating into a shocked and instinctively terrified squeak as the figure of what stood before him finally registered.

A girl. A CAT girl! A feline with pointed ears and a long thin flicking tail, with sharp fanged teeth that glistened in the sunlight and sharp scratching flaws at the tips of her fingers. She was nearly twice as tall as the squirrel, which made her about average height for females, and half as much wide. The first thing he saw of her was her belly, her low cut top allowing it to present openly to the world as if a proud display, lithe and with a noticeable athletic tone but a distinct unignorable layer of fat softly padding out her middle that could only mean she enjoyed quite a healthy diet of…

His eyes scanned up, observing her chest was also full plump and perky which was also indicative of her eating habits, before finally meeting her gaze causing him to shrink back in mortal terror. She was staring straight down at him, her head tilted low in a nearly exaggerated display that seemed to wordlessly imply she might not have even noticed he was there if she looked straight forward, with her slanted feline pupils twinkling and her lips pulled back in a wide excited cheshire grin with the tips of her canines poking out under from her upper lip. The boy felt a cold chill like being dunked with a bucket of ice water spark down his spine and he froze in place like a deer caught in the headlights.

A few moments of awkward silence followed that were finally broken by an amused sugary giggle from the female, who leaned down and rested her hands on her knees lowering herself to meet the rodents gaze but still loomed over him. Her eyes flicked down towards his hand, and it took the boy a second to realize what she was gesturing to - the tried and true holy book he carried everywhere he went. That seemed to snap him out of his frightful pause and he began to fidget and flinch about where he stood adjusting the book in hand and never tearing his eyes away from hers for even a moment. She laughed again and arched her eyebrows as if to silently invite him to continue.

“M-m-m-m-ma’am.” He began again, correcting himself, and stammering through a host of squeakable interruptions with his voice cracking as he attempted to recall the manifesto he had so dutifully memorized but that seemed impossible to recall now. “D-do you have a moment to hear about our savior the Great Acorn?”

When he finally finished his ears splayed back and his tail seemed to deflate behind him - deeply held beliefs he had faith in for his entire life suddenly seemed ridiculous and juvenile when spoken in the presence of a Girl. Her reaction did nothing to ease that dejected feeling weighing in his chest, her eyes widening and her smile growing and she visibly struggled to stifle the uproarious laughter that thudded in her chest. The boy flinched and looked down at the book he held in hands and at the familiar golden embroidery of the visage of that familiar comforting nut shape that decorated the front cover that he often turned to in moments of weakness and doubt in his life, but that now seemed to offer no aid. Instead he fell back on instinct and took the delay in her reply as an opening. “B-but I can see you’re busy, ma’am, I didn’t mean to disturb you I’ll just be going now good da-”

His panicked jumbled attempt to excuse himself was interrupted by her hand striking out and grabbing him by the shoulder, moving so quickly he didn’t even see it until he tried to pull back and felt the grip holding him where he stood. “Nonsense.” She finally said, her voice feminine and soothing like frosting laced with snake venom. “I would love to hear more about your… savior. Please, come inside and tell me all about it.” It wasn’t a request, and without even giving him a chance to answer she was pulling him inside with only a squeak left on the front porch before the door was slammed shut behind him.

If it wasn’t for her still holding him and practically dragging him along he would have been frozen in place with dawning horror. He was in a girls home! And not just any girl, but a felines of all things. He could have fallen into a wolfs den or a vipers nest and it wouldn’t have been as existentially repulsive - he was a rodent after all, so cats held a special status even objectively more effective and malicious predators couldn’t hope to match up to. Even the normal everyday furnishing of her home seemed untrustworthy because they were hers, and he jumped like he’d felt a scalding burn when she pushed him onto her living room couch.

He snapped his head to meet her gaze once again, nearly curling up into a ball and holding the book half in front of his face like a shield when she took a seat beside him, draping her arm over the headrim of the furniture and turning her body to face him casting a cold shadow that engulfed his very being. “Well?”

Some survival mechanism clicked on in the squirrels brain at the one worded statement and he reclaimed enough motor functions to tremblingly fiddle at his tome, cracking it open and flipping through the pages in attempt to distract himself from the horror movie his life had become. “H-hello sir or ma’am, my name is Nutmeg and I am in your neighborhood today discussing the-” he stammered a wordless squeak at the sound of her snickering when he introduced his name, his ears splaying back and his eyes snapped shut in nervous tension while his voice tried to carry on heedless, “w-with all the horrible events happening in the world today m-many rodents like your…self…” he whined and pulled the open book up to cover his face so he couldn’t look up to see her even accidentally, “m-many wonder if the p-promised land of endless nuts and cheeses that awaits the worthy and faithful really exists to liberate us from all this strife. What do you think…?”

He yelped as the book was deftly pulled away from his grip and snapped shut, his eyes glistening with tears and staring up at the cat wide eyed while his body trembled like a leaf in the breeze from head to toe. The cat was looking down on him, her lips were smiling but her eyes did not, and her other hand reached around and gripped him by the scuff of the back of his neck. She gently lifted him, the rodent merely shivering in the air as he dangled helplessly, and she pulled him to sit in her lap. The dull tips of her claws scratched in mock affection against the top of his head and down his back, and he stared into the dark abyss of her eyes in a terrified trance.

“I think” she began in reply to his thoughtlessly asked question that had been uttered in a mindless squeak of repeating the rehearsed lines without thinking better of it, “that the lies you prey tell yourselves to deny the reality of what your fate really will be is simply adorable.” Her voice was a purr and it made him whimper with every silken word. “I mean, I can appreciate it. Whatever helps you get through the day, right? But you wont be needing it anymore…” as if to punctuate the statement her stomach let out a hungry growl that echoed through the home, the sound of which made the squirrel break and sob while squirming weakly on her lap.

“N-no! Please don’t eat me, miss kitty! I’ll do anything! I-I haven’t even finished my route yet there were three more houses to hit after yours!” the pleading came out all in one utterance of a squeak, and all it accomplished was giving the feline something else to giggle at before she licked her lips and rumbled dominantly. He didn’t try to push off her lap, she wasn’t even holding him down aside from the lightest of contact with her fingers soothingly petting at him, nor did he make a mad dash to jump off the couch and flee to the front door and try to escape. He stayed where he sat, aside from wiggling pointlessly in fear while his limps shook overwhelmed from the panic pounding in his mind, and staring up at her in a silent plea for mercy. It was returned with the slightest of pressure against his back and he yelped as he was pushed forward and landed against the exposed cushion of her belly.

“You’ll be a perfect sized meal. Probably wont even have to curl up to fit in there.” she mused allowed to herself, addressing him only in function to allow her words to pierce his very soul with misery and fright. He squirmed but didn’t push against or try and pull himself from her middle, squeaking muffled as his face was buried into the layers of warm pudge that lined her stomach. “Just the kind of succulent snack to tide me over until dinner. Should make for a lovely layer of extra fat on my hips too!” Every word she uttered was another spark in the explosion of raw primal squeaking fear that wracked through his chest and any further attempts to politely request she reconsider her meal choice only came out in an intelligible squeak.

Soon after she picked him up by his tail, letting him dangle from her thumb and index fingers grip suspending the fluffy appendage and held him up to eye level. His hands curled at his chest in that squirrelly way they went and he stared blankly at her, frowning and whining when she smiled and licked her lips. Without another word she opened wide and began to lower the boy down into her mouth, the reality that he was being devoured smothering any urge to squirm or wiggle or trash in panic. The pleasant room temperature and still air of her home was replaced by hot humidity and the inhale-exhale of her breath, and the wet stickyness of her saliva already began to soak into his fur. His eyes clamped shut - he didn’t want to see, didn’t want to register the specific shape and contort of her mouth as he was engulfed into it, though the mental picture that was being shaped by the feel of her tongue squishing and lulling beneath him and the ridged palette of the roof of her mouth pressing harshly over was enough to send a shudder through his body. His head poked at the entrance to the fleshy tube of her gullet as her lips sealed around his legs locking him entirely in her mouth with only his fuzzing tail left spasming beyond her lips.

She moaned as his flavor melted over her taste buds, a muffled vibration and huffing of female breath filling the hot chamber of her maw that instilled the unignorable fact that already he was making for a delightful meal for her. For a few moments she held him with a suction banishing any open space from her mouth, squeezing him from every angle in organic warmth and wet squishing that juiced him for every mouthful of squirrelly taste he had to offer, her tongue wiggling and slurping over his figure that made him gasp and squeak out in exasperation at the nooks and spaces it rubbed across to get the full spectrum of rodent flavor. The constant purr and groan of her voice as she enjoyed her morsel oppressed on him the entire while, and he yelped as he was suddenly pushed half into her cheek while her lips spread enough, letting some glimpses of light stream in framed by the dripping sharp of her teeth, attempting to speak around the mouthful of food.

“Where is your God now, boy?” the words wet and uttered in lame pronunciation due to speaking around his figure, but understandable enough. The question made him wiggle and sparked at the last traces of preserving practiced instinct he could still manage to cling to.

“A-actually our belief system is mostly secular, and-” his voice strained, squeaking, and wet as he tried to answer her from within her mouth, but his explanation was cut off by the resounding gulp that resounded around him. All at once he disappeared down her throat, the dripping suckle and wiggling tasting organ of her mouth replaced by the impossibly tight squeeze and push of her gullet muscles tirelessly working to push him down. His tail was slurped away like a noddle and left nothing of him left in the outside world to prove he ever even existed as anything but a lump traveling down the cat girls neck. The rodent chittered and squirmed against the possessive embrace of her slimey flesh tube pushing him inextricably downwards, with the impatient growl of her impatient stomach becoming louder and louder the lower he went until he finally met his fate.

The squirrel spilled down into her stomach nearly all at once, sliding his upper body along the wet curves of the edges to make room for the rest of him plopping in until he was completely tucked away inside. He barely needed to bend his knees to lay out in the undulating organ of moist flesh, the shape a bent oval like at a cross between a beanbag chair and hammock that confined him from every angle of course. It shuddered in satisfied appreciation of his presence, the welcoming of a fresh meal in the gluttonous embrace, while he wiggled about trying to orient himself comfortably against the slippery surroundings. He gasped at the feeling of an imprint pushing the walls of the stomach in against him, frowning a squeak and sliding himself around so that he was ‘facing’ at the direction of the females hands pressing in on her belly in an exaggeratedly genuine display of fulfilled hunger, looking ‘out’ from within her middle so to speak. He couldn’t really explain why that felt the natural way to position himself before he could properly deal with the reality of the situation.

He’d been eaten. The one fate every boy of rodent kind spent the entirety of their lives trying to avoid, the one real goal prey like him had in their lives being to avoid the hungry clutches of a predator and ending up as nothing but a meal and he’d failed to achieve it. She’d reduced him to the basest status of what the whims of nature designated him to be: meat, to fill her stomach and placate her hunger. There was no more any room in his mind for any other thought to enter in, the ability to cognitively grasp anything beyond that one all consuming fact completely washed away by that one statement repeating itself over and over in his head. He’d been eaten. He’d been eaten. He’d been eaten.

The former rodent burst into a canopy of physical activity, wiggling and squirming and kicking and pushing and turning around and about and all the while squeaking his little head off. Escape was impossible, once prey like him entered a females belly that was the end of it, on a purely rational level he knew that, but instinct still urged him to resist in any way he could now that it was far far too late to do anything about it. And all he managed to attain in his efforts was causing the feline pleasure as evidence from the way she moaned and purred, her voice muffled somewhere above and yet vibrating all around him as if her stomach walls were a subwoofer amplifying every expulsion from her vocal cords. The knowledge that his struggles were only serving to make him qualify as an even better meal for his predator only made him shrink back in deeper horror, and of course then urge him to renew his struggles all the more ferociously and thus stimulate the sensitive reception of her inner belly nerves to even more pleasure.

She spoke quietly and mostly to herself, breathless gasping utterances of what a delightful filling meal the rodent made that in his panicked state of mind he simply couldn’t understand even if he wanted to. And his own voice, begging to be let out for he didn’t very much enjoy or appreciate being cat food and would very much like to be alleviated of this new status so he might go on and continue about with his squirrelly activities that predominately included not being eaten thank you very much whenever it would be convenient for you to get around to that, only came out in a jumbled unintelligible chorus of wordless squeakings. It was impossible to tell how much time passed while within her belly, he could have squirmed and struggled as he was for only moments or for entire decades for all the difference it made from what he knew, but finally he wore himself to exhaustion from so much activity and tired out from the trauma of being devoured in the first place. Slowly the rodent came to a still and simply whimpered hopelessly against the shuddering, dripping rumble and churn of the stomach around him.

A long moment after he came to rest passed before the cat prodded at her middle, sinking in through the layers of pudge to poke against his figure. “You okay in there, sweetheart?”

The rodent smiled at the familiar loving tone of the kitty rumbling from above and all around him, a far cry from the stern predatory cut of her voice from before, and he rubbed back against the imprint of her finger in response. “Yeah hun, I’m fine. Not like I forgot the safeword.” he answered with a chuckle, bouncing a bit from the flighty giggle that jiggled his surroundings around.

“I know, I’m just spent. And I don’t care what you say, aftercare is important.” He rolled his eyes at her words, sighing out a squeak and lazing back against the comforting warmth of her stomach gently squeezing at him. No matter how often he assured her that he was hardcore enough for her to keep up the play of being a malicious sociopathic predator without any emotional turmoil, she still insisted on checking up on him.

“Still a buzzkill.” he snarked, yawning and resting an arm behind his head to lean against while he closed his eyes. He really was worn out from it all so he couldn’t be too annoyed at the ruined mood. “Is it so much to ask to get to live the fantasy of being disregarded as nothing but worthless prey whose only value is in my nutritional content for more than a few hours at a time?” he asked unseriously to tease at her, playfully kicking at the ‘front’ wall of the gut and making the waterbed of an organ bounce and slosh again from her laughter.

“And I keep telling you, honey. I LOVE my food. There’s nothing more important to me in my entire life than that which keeps me from starvation.” she taunted back and making him blush fiercely, covering his face with one hand despite knowing she couldn’t see him anyway. “Any girl who doesn’t appreciate the boys who so diligently pad out her figure doesn’t deserve one. Rodents are more valuable then gold, and I wont be shamed about treating you that way!”

He yawned and his eyelids started to feel heavier by the second, and his tail was too soggy from belly juices to wag about, but he wasn’t too tired to blush in imagining her aforementioned figure and all the boys who’d added to it as padding, and how much he did so enjoyed appreciating it in a very physical way from the outside as much as he did contributing to it from the inside. “I love you too, kitty. At least don’t worry about keeping the volume down or anything - you know I can sleep through anything.” This time she merely hummed in affirmation and through the muffled layer of her gut he heard the sound of the TV being flicked on, smiling at the thought of the beautiful cat with a lump in her middle relaxing off her meal as he surrendered to sleep.