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Anon asked: "New scenario idea, an insanely wealthy family of preys living together in a large mansion with a single pred maid who occasionally eats one when no one is looking. Her maid’s uniform and height difference hiding her squirming belly, and Excuses like “she left to study biology” the preys are none the wiser"
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chemicalcrux's X-Ray tool!
And without the cutaway!
Being the live-in maid to a large family of mice had its perks.
At first, Micah had been hesitant to take the position. Would she really be comfortable in a house full of mice? And why would they be comfortable with a maid more than twice their size? Didn't they know what cats do to mice?
But the amount of money they offered had overcome any worries, and her large size had actually proven a boon to her work. It was easier to clean the higher, hard-to-reach corners when your ears brush the ceiling, and she could move most of their furniture by herself. And the family had been more accepting than she expected, greeting her happily when they passed her in the halls and furnishing her with a large room, more than big enough for her to stretch out in, even if she had to duck under doorframes in most of the house.
And of course, that didn't take into account the free food.
Micah was dwelling on that thought, reaching up to dust off the top of a bookshelf, when she heard a small, high-pitched voice from behind her. "Excuse me, Miss?"
Micah jumped, her head almost hitting the ceiling, before turning to see who had addressed her. It was, of course, a mouse, a female wearing jeans and a pink tank top.
Micah wracked her brain for a moment, trying to place her face and voice. "Hi, um... Andy, right? Short for Andrea?"
The little mouse's perked up. "That's right! I can't believe how well you remember our names. I swear, there are so many of us, even Mom doesn't know who we all are."
Micah smiled. Like many prey families, these mice were... prolific breeders, to say the least. "Don't give me so much credit. I'd say I'm right maybe one out of four attempts."
"Well, at least you make an effort! Anyway, I wanted to ask: have you seen my sister anywhere? She's from the litter before me, pretty petite, fur color similar to mine?"
Micah froze. She felt the fur on her tail rising and willed it to stay down. No need to worry yet: there was no evidence this mouse suspected anything. "Why do you ask?" She tried her best to keep her voice level.
"I just haven't seen her for a few days."
"Didn't she leave for college? Studying... biology, right?"
Andy's ears drooped just the tiniest bit. "Aww, already? I thought that wasn't for another week! She could have at least said goodbye!"
Micah let out a long breath and felt her muscles relaxing. "I guess maybe she wanted to get a head start on getting set up in a new town."
"Yeah, I guess so. Well, thank you, anyway! Maybe I'll see if I can call her -- if I can find somewhere private to make a call." She stuck out her tongue in mock annoyance, then turned to leave.
Micah watched her go, taking in the small mouse's swaying hips and long tail. She felt her mouth start to water.
"Um, wait a minute," Micah said.
One of Andy's large ears turned to face her, before the mouse turned her upper body to look back. "Yes?"
"Maybe you could swing by my room tonight when you try to make that call. You know, for privacy."
Andy's eyes widened. "Really? I thought you didn't like anyone in your room!"
"I'll make an exception this time. Just don't tell anyone, okay? Otherwise we'll end up with a room full of mice. This way, you can... get in touch with your sister in private."
Andy grinned. "Sounds great! Thank you so much. See you tonight!" She turned and practically skipped off down the hall.
Micah smiled to herself as she turned back to her work. "Yeah, see you tonight," she said under her breath, running her tongue across her muzzle. Then she placed a hand on her stomach, giving a firm pat to a bulge that wasn't really visible under the apron of her uniform. She was pleased to feel a weak kick in response.
"You hear that?" Micah said. "Your sister misses you. Well, you two will get to be reunited tonight."
Micah felt another kick, but she ignored it as she returned to her work.
She hadn't applied for this job with the intention of preying on the mice that lived here. She had just realized that, in these huge prey families, no one really noticed the occasional disappearance here and there. There were lots of preds out there in the world, after all, and you never knew when one might snap up a little mouse. And Micah was so good at her job, and got along so well with everyone; why would they ever suspect her?
Yes, being the live-in maid to a large family of mice had its perks.
A fun anon request that I ended up writing a whole little story for! I thought this came out pretty good, but I don't think I'll make this into a recurring character -- she's too similar in theme to Cannibun (a predator living amongst prey who think she's harmless.)
Ask me questions on my Curious Cat! Feel free to ask questions to either me or one of my characters.
If you're so inclined, I'd much appreciate it if you'd buy me a coffee!
Anon asked: "New scenario idea, an insanely wealthy family of preys living together in a large mansion with a single pred maid who occasionally eats one when no one is looking. Her maid’s uniform and height difference hiding her squirming belly, and Excuses like “she left to study biology” the preys are none the wiser"
Here it is with
chemicalcrux's X-Ray tool!And without the cutaway!
Being the live-in maid to a large family of mice had its perks.
At first, Micah had been hesitant to take the position. Would she really be comfortable in a house full of mice? And why would they be comfortable with a maid more than twice their size? Didn't they know what cats do to mice?
But the amount of money they offered had overcome any worries, and her large size had actually proven a boon to her work. It was easier to clean the higher, hard-to-reach corners when your ears brush the ceiling, and she could move most of their furniture by herself. And the family had been more accepting than she expected, greeting her happily when they passed her in the halls and furnishing her with a large room, more than big enough for her to stretch out in, even if she had to duck under doorframes in most of the house.
And of course, that didn't take into account the free food.
Micah was dwelling on that thought, reaching up to dust off the top of a bookshelf, when she heard a small, high-pitched voice from behind her. "Excuse me, Miss?"
Micah jumped, her head almost hitting the ceiling, before turning to see who had addressed her. It was, of course, a mouse, a female wearing jeans and a pink tank top.
Micah wracked her brain for a moment, trying to place her face and voice. "Hi, um... Andy, right? Short for Andrea?"
The little mouse's perked up. "That's right! I can't believe how well you remember our names. I swear, there are so many of us, even Mom doesn't know who we all are."
Micah smiled. Like many prey families, these mice were... prolific breeders, to say the least. "Don't give me so much credit. I'd say I'm right maybe one out of four attempts."
"Well, at least you make an effort! Anyway, I wanted to ask: have you seen my sister anywhere? She's from the litter before me, pretty petite, fur color similar to mine?"
Micah froze. She felt the fur on her tail rising and willed it to stay down. No need to worry yet: there was no evidence this mouse suspected anything. "Why do you ask?" She tried her best to keep her voice level.
"I just haven't seen her for a few days."
"Didn't she leave for college? Studying... biology, right?"
Andy's ears drooped just the tiniest bit. "Aww, already? I thought that wasn't for another week! She could have at least said goodbye!"
Micah let out a long breath and felt her muscles relaxing. "I guess maybe she wanted to get a head start on getting set up in a new town."
"Yeah, I guess so. Well, thank you, anyway! Maybe I'll see if I can call her -- if I can find somewhere private to make a call." She stuck out her tongue in mock annoyance, then turned to leave.
Micah watched her go, taking in the small mouse's swaying hips and long tail. She felt her mouth start to water.
"Um, wait a minute," Micah said.
One of Andy's large ears turned to face her, before the mouse turned her upper body to look back. "Yes?"
"Maybe you could swing by my room tonight when you try to make that call. You know, for privacy."
Andy's eyes widened. "Really? I thought you didn't like anyone in your room!"
"I'll make an exception this time. Just don't tell anyone, okay? Otherwise we'll end up with a room full of mice. This way, you can... get in touch with your sister in private."
Andy grinned. "Sounds great! Thank you so much. See you tonight!" She turned and practically skipped off down the hall.
Micah smiled to herself as she turned back to her work. "Yeah, see you tonight," she said under her breath, running her tongue across her muzzle. Then she placed a hand on her stomach, giving a firm pat to a bulge that wasn't really visible under the apron of her uniform. She was pleased to feel a weak kick in response.
"You hear that?" Micah said. "Your sister misses you. Well, you two will get to be reunited tonight."
Micah felt another kick, but she ignored it as she returned to her work.
She hadn't applied for this job with the intention of preying on the mice that lived here. She had just realized that, in these huge prey families, no one really noticed the occasional disappearance here and there. There were lots of preds out there in the world, after all, and you never knew when one might snap up a little mouse. And Micah was so good at her job, and got along so well with everyone; why would they ever suspect her?
Yes, being the live-in maid to a large family of mice had its perks.
A fun anon request that I ended up writing a whole little story for! I thought this came out pretty good, but I don't think I'll make this into a recurring character -- she's too similar in theme to Cannibun (a predator living amongst prey who think she's harmless.)
Ask me questions on my Curious Cat! Feel free to ask questions to either me or one of my characters.
If you're so inclined, I'd much appreciate it if you'd buy me a coffee!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
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From the conversation, it sounds that unlike the mice, she might have a room with a lock all to herself, and they respect her privacy. I like to think it's sound-proofed as well, so she can play with her food, as cats are wont to, and no one outside will hear the terrified squeals and happy cat noises.
love the little story with this.
while i see the similiarity to cannibun, i bet you could have a lot of fun with a cat being maid for mice as well as a hare among rabbits. i'd love to see her again (even if its mostly because i like her larger bust compared to the rest of your characters. X3 )
while i see the similiarity to cannibun, i bet you could have a lot of fun with a cat being maid for mice as well as a hare among rabbits. i'd love to see her again (even if its mostly because i like her larger bust compared to the rest of your characters. X3 )
(Thought I'd copy this from the non-cutaway version)
*tap* *tap* *tap*. . .*tap* *tap* *tap* The mouse girl hunched over, and knocked at the door. The cat maid opened the door and leaned forward, looking left and right to see if anyone had seen the mouse girl come in, while the mouse scurried inside.
“Don’t worry, Micah, no one saw me. I know you like your privacy!” the mouse squeaked, as she picked up a phone and started dialing.
At this news the cat couldn’t help but purr as she shut the door! There was no need to hide her feelings anymore. She locked the door, turned around, and lifted her apron off. She undressed, looking down at Andy’s back. She stared at her big rounded mousey ears, at her rounded shoulders, her shapely back, her thick pink tail, her meaty haunches, her legs, her pink mousey feet, and the cat licked her chops! Andy was so yummy, and she was all hers!
Meanwhile, the mouse poked at the phone, confused when it didn’t respond. “Micah, I think there’s something wrong with the. . .” Her words trailed off as she noticed the remains of a mouse-sized shirt lying on a chair close by. It was her missing sister’s shirt, and it had been torn to ribbons. Suddenly, the purring sound from behind her took on a whole new meaning. Her heart raced, her stomach lurched, and all those sensible instincts she’d forgotten concerning cats came back! She turned around to see the maid nude, a wide fanged smile on her face, her claws out. Without her clothes and without her apron, somehow Micah looked so much larger than before, with muscled arms and legs, large bosom, and a large belly with a mouse shaped bulge. “Alex?!?” Andrea whimpered, staring at the immense stomach.
*SQUEAL!* Andrea raced for the door, and not just for herself! She had to warn her family, she had to warn the matron! The family had a killer in their midst! She made it half way to the door before a huge paw slipped about her throat and lifted her kicking and squealing off her feet. She found herself crushed against the soft body of the cat, her ear against her bosom, and her hips against the cat’s belly. “No no no!” she squealed.
Micah gave a lick up the mouse’s ear and shivered with delight! Two mice were a lot to eat in such a short period of time, but she couldn’t resist this delectable doe. “Relax, dear,” she cooed, “you two sisters will be together soon enough!” she assured them. “Well, not too soon. I like to play with my prey. But of course dear Alex knows that already!”
Tilting her head back, Andrea saw the sweet face of the cat maid, only it wasn’t sweet any longer. The cat was smiling down at her, her fangs gleaming, flecks of saliva falling from her maw as she licked her chops. “No, no, no,” the mouse whimpered, “this isn’t you, Micah, this isn’t you.”
“Oh this is me, dear!” the cat maid answered sweetly. She extended the claws of her paw, and raked down Andy’s shirt, then pulled away the strips of cloth, drops of warm feline drool splashing off Andy’s breasts. “It’s just since you’re not leaving this room, . . at least not outside my stomach, I don’t need to be so polite.” And that was the crux of the matter. Micah was a sweet natured cat, and for the most part didn’t mind being polite; it’s how she got this job. But after a while, being polite and submissive to mice who were her social superiors grated on her nerves. And so while she was certainly going to enjoy eating this delectable doe, she was also going to enjoy letting loose, being a cat, and showing this mouse her place on the food chain.
Having stripped away the last of Andy’s shirt, Mica slipped a paw down the back of the mouse’s pants and panties, her claws slipping against her furry rear. She loosened her grip on Andy but kept it on her pants. Andy wriggled free, and fell to the floor on all fours, at the cost of the last of her clothes. She pushed herself up and ran for the door. *SQUEAL!* “HELP!!!!!!!”
Micah shivered with delight, watching the fur-clad mouse on all fours run away from her for the door. Oh, such a lovely sight!
Andy ran for the door as fast as she could, running on all fours more like her forebears than the member of a well to do civilized mouse family she actually was. She leaped into the air, paw outstretched to the door knob.
Micah watched the wonderful sight for as long as she could, then she took an easy leap through the air, pinning Andy on her belly, the mouse’s paw still stretched upwards towards the door. Flecks of saliva fell on Andy’s back, as the cat looked down and licked her chops, looking up and down the mouse’s shapely back.
“No no no,” Andy whimpered. She had to get out of here! She had to! “HEEEEELP!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “HE*SQUEAL!!!!!*”
Andy squealed, as Micah placed her sandpaper tongue at the base of her tail, and then slowly licked up her back. Oh! So good, so good, so good! Micah purred and purred, taking her time, licking and licking and licking.
Andy squirmed and moaned. Until this day, she’d never thought of herself as prey. But now, stripped of every signifier of civilization, pinned, and tasted, for the first time in her life she felt like nothing more than a hungry cat’s dinner!
Micah worked up the back of her neck, licked her chops, and growled with satisfaction. “Squeal all you like,” she told her. “This room is sound proof. No one heard a thing when I ate five of your brothers and sisters.”
Andy squirmed, more desperate to escape than ever. This monster had devoured five of her family! And if she didn’t free herself, she’d continue to devour more. With a burst of energy, she wriggled out from beneath the cat, only to find herself cornered.
Having let Andy go, Micah turned to enjoy the sight of the yummy mouse cowering in a corner, the mouse’s back against the wall. Andy shivered as she saw the cat’s gaze travel down Andy’s bosom, to her belly, hips, legs and tail, and back up, while she licked her chops. This time the cat pinned the mouse on her back, and continued licking. Andy squirmed and squirmed and squirmed, especially when the cat’s sandpaper tongue strayed towards the more intimate areas of her anatomy. The mouse squealed in protest, but the cat ignored her. After all, that was the whole point of this! Andy was her prey, her dinner, and she would taste her wherever she liked!
The cat continued to let the mouse squirm free and then catch her again, and again, and again, and again, and again. It was nearly two hours before the poor mouse was exhausted, panting beneath the cat. The cat gave her a playful cuff, and seeing no response cooed, “Too tired to play anymore?” She lifted her by her armpits and grew her close. That’s alright, I’m really hungry!
“No. . . Micah. . .please. . .” Andy gasped, but the cat ignored her, picked her up, slipped her jaws over her head and *Gulp!* started chowing down. The mouse didn’t put up much of a fight, for the most part hanging limp with a few squirms when the tongue explored more intimate areas. Micah took her time, relishing her, and licking her all over, swallowing her up, bit by bit. Eventually, the cat swallowed the last of that twitching tail, crawled to the bed, and lay on her back, rubbing her stomach and purring. Tomorrow she’d have to wear her apron very loose, but she doubted anyone would notice. Having worked out her feline instincts on two delicious mice, she’d be able to return comfortably to her role once more, of the sweet submissive maid for the mice.
*tap* *tap* *tap*. . .*tap* *tap* *tap* The mouse girl hunched over, and knocked at the door. The cat maid opened the door and leaned forward, looking left and right to see if anyone had seen the mouse girl come in, while the mouse scurried inside.
“Don’t worry, Micah, no one saw me. I know you like your privacy!” the mouse squeaked, as she picked up a phone and started dialing.
At this news the cat couldn’t help but purr as she shut the door! There was no need to hide her feelings anymore. She locked the door, turned around, and lifted her apron off. She undressed, looking down at Andy’s back. She stared at her big rounded mousey ears, at her rounded shoulders, her shapely back, her thick pink tail, her meaty haunches, her legs, her pink mousey feet, and the cat licked her chops! Andy was so yummy, and she was all hers!
Meanwhile, the mouse poked at the phone, confused when it didn’t respond. “Micah, I think there’s something wrong with the. . .” Her words trailed off as she noticed the remains of a mouse-sized shirt lying on a chair close by. It was her missing sister’s shirt, and it had been torn to ribbons. Suddenly, the purring sound from behind her took on a whole new meaning. Her heart raced, her stomach lurched, and all those sensible instincts she’d forgotten concerning cats came back! She turned around to see the maid nude, a wide fanged smile on her face, her claws out. Without her clothes and without her apron, somehow Micah looked so much larger than before, with muscled arms and legs, large bosom, and a large belly with a mouse shaped bulge. “Alex?!?” Andrea whimpered, staring at the immense stomach.
*SQUEAL!* Andrea raced for the door, and not just for herself! She had to warn her family, she had to warn the matron! The family had a killer in their midst! She made it half way to the door before a huge paw slipped about her throat and lifted her kicking and squealing off her feet. She found herself crushed against the soft body of the cat, her ear against her bosom, and her hips against the cat’s belly. “No no no!” she squealed.
Micah gave a lick up the mouse’s ear and shivered with delight! Two mice were a lot to eat in such a short period of time, but she couldn’t resist this delectable doe. “Relax, dear,” she cooed, “you two sisters will be together soon enough!” she assured them. “Well, not too soon. I like to play with my prey. But of course dear Alex knows that already!”
Tilting her head back, Andrea saw the sweet face of the cat maid, only it wasn’t sweet any longer. The cat was smiling down at her, her fangs gleaming, flecks of saliva falling from her maw as she licked her chops. “No, no, no,” the mouse whimpered, “this isn’t you, Micah, this isn’t you.”
“Oh this is me, dear!” the cat maid answered sweetly. She extended the claws of her paw, and raked down Andy’s shirt, then pulled away the strips of cloth, drops of warm feline drool splashing off Andy’s breasts. “It’s just since you’re not leaving this room, . . at least not outside my stomach, I don’t need to be so polite.” And that was the crux of the matter. Micah was a sweet natured cat, and for the most part didn’t mind being polite; it’s how she got this job. But after a while, being polite and submissive to mice who were her social superiors grated on her nerves. And so while she was certainly going to enjoy eating this delectable doe, she was also going to enjoy letting loose, being a cat, and showing this mouse her place on the food chain.
Having stripped away the last of Andy’s shirt, Mica slipped a paw down the back of the mouse’s pants and panties, her claws slipping against her furry rear. She loosened her grip on Andy but kept it on her pants. Andy wriggled free, and fell to the floor on all fours, at the cost of the last of her clothes. She pushed herself up and ran for the door. *SQUEAL!* “HELP!!!!!!!”
Micah shivered with delight, watching the fur-clad mouse on all fours run away from her for the door. Oh, such a lovely sight!
Andy ran for the door as fast as she could, running on all fours more like her forebears than the member of a well to do civilized mouse family she actually was. She leaped into the air, paw outstretched to the door knob.
Micah watched the wonderful sight for as long as she could, then she took an easy leap through the air, pinning Andy on her belly, the mouse’s paw still stretched upwards towards the door. Flecks of saliva fell on Andy’s back, as the cat looked down and licked her chops, looking up and down the mouse’s shapely back.
“No no no,” Andy whimpered. She had to get out of here! She had to! “HEEEEELP!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “HE*SQUEAL!!!!!*”
Andy squealed, as Micah placed her sandpaper tongue at the base of her tail, and then slowly licked up her back. Oh! So good, so good, so good! Micah purred and purred, taking her time, licking and licking and licking.
Andy squirmed and moaned. Until this day, she’d never thought of herself as prey. But now, stripped of every signifier of civilization, pinned, and tasted, for the first time in her life she felt like nothing more than a hungry cat’s dinner!
Micah worked up the back of her neck, licked her chops, and growled with satisfaction. “Squeal all you like,” she told her. “This room is sound proof. No one heard a thing when I ate five of your brothers and sisters.”
Andy squirmed, more desperate to escape than ever. This monster had devoured five of her family! And if she didn’t free herself, she’d continue to devour more. With a burst of energy, she wriggled out from beneath the cat, only to find herself cornered.
Having let Andy go, Micah turned to enjoy the sight of the yummy mouse cowering in a corner, the mouse’s back against the wall. Andy shivered as she saw the cat’s gaze travel down Andy’s bosom, to her belly, hips, legs and tail, and back up, while she licked her chops. This time the cat pinned the mouse on her back, and continued licking. Andy squirmed and squirmed and squirmed, especially when the cat’s sandpaper tongue strayed towards the more intimate areas of her anatomy. The mouse squealed in protest, but the cat ignored her. After all, that was the whole point of this! Andy was her prey, her dinner, and she would taste her wherever she liked!
The cat continued to let the mouse squirm free and then catch her again, and again, and again, and again, and again. It was nearly two hours before the poor mouse was exhausted, panting beneath the cat. The cat gave her a playful cuff, and seeing no response cooed, “Too tired to play anymore?” She lifted her by her armpits and grew her close. That’s alright, I’m really hungry!
“No. . . Micah. . .please. . .” Andy gasped, but the cat ignored her, picked her up, slipped her jaws over her head and *Gulp!* started chowing down. The mouse didn’t put up much of a fight, for the most part hanging limp with a few squirms when the tongue explored more intimate areas. Micah took her time, relishing her, and licking her all over, swallowing her up, bit by bit. Eventually, the cat swallowed the last of that twitching tail, crawled to the bed, and lay on her back, rubbing her stomach and purring. Tomorrow she’d have to wear her apron very loose, but she doubted anyone would notice. Having worked out her feline instincts on two delicious mice, she’d be able to return comfortably to her role once more, of the sweet submissive maid for the mice.
She's a cat! It's good for her, and it's even good for the mouse family. After letting loose with her instincts and aggressions and showing Andy and Alex their place in the food chain, she can be all the more relaxed and sweet with their remaining brothers and sisters. And while it's traumatic for Alex and Andy, as there will soon be nothing left of them but a couple of hacked up hairballs, there's no lasting harm.
What if if family heads knows exactly what maid doing? One of reasons is to pretty pragmatic. Who survives cat maid is will be smart, observant and cunning enough to continue family business. Also it will be easier to divide the inheritance.
I think maid was thinking that she is clever, but after some time family heads will talk with her about some rules. After all it will be better if she knows some cases, when not eat someone important.
I think maid was thinking that she is clever, but after some time family heads will talk with her about some rules. After all it will be better if she knows some cases, when not eat someone important.
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