"Well, I think it would be better if I showed you."
The cat said, not even wasting a second before getting to the point. Oliver stepped forward and looked straight down at you, the black cat absorbing most of the light that would have shined from above. He let his jaw drop, his tongue rolling out like a slimy red carpet as a wave of bad breath hit you. It was a horrifying sight to see. Sharp teeth dripping with drool, ominous noises echoing out from deep within his throat. Noises of hunger.
"W-Wait! You can't be serious! I-I'm not food, I don't even taste good!"
The cat had already made up his mind, lunging down at you as his lips locked around your waist, hoisting you up into the air. You couldn't feel the ground beneath your feet, now stuck with your upper body inside of Oliver's warm maw. You kicked and screamed, begging to be let go. Nothing came of it though, as Oliver pushed his tongue out between his lips, letting it curl around your feet before tucking it back into his mouth along with your full body. You were now free to move a bit, but you didn't dare, feeling yourself on the edge of his throat. Oliver took the chance to play with his food, that same tongue coming back to slap against you, rolling up around you, pushing, prodding, and soaking you in his drool. It didn't last long though, his stomach giving a growl of desire. No matter how close you thought you were to Oliver, the cat was still an animal, and animals had desires. Right now, he was hungry, and you were the closest solution. You definitely wouldn't be able to feed him the usual kibble or wet food at this size, so Oliver decided you would sate his hunger a different way.
"Mmmmm~ Looks like someone was lying, you taste exquisite!"
Said the cat in a teasing-- yet extremely intimidating-- deep voice, emphasizing his last word with a slight growl.
"As much as I'd love to savor your taste all day, it would be rude if I didn't share you with the rest of me. Right now, you're needed a bit..... deeper~"
With that, Oliver gave you a generous gift:your last look at the outside world. You saw your house, almost like it was any normal day... expect for the fact that it was framed by sharp fangs and strings of saliva. Your view started almost staring out horizontally across the floor, but it gradually tilted up towards the ceiling. He was tilting his head back!
"Oliver, wait! I'll do anything, please! Just don't eat m-"
GULP
In an instant, you were encased by the tight confines of his throat, constricting around you like a snake as it worked you down to your destination. You were a fighter, that was certain. You kicked and screamed all the way down, eliciting a rumbly purr from your feline friend, a single bean from his pawpad pressing into the bulge you made on his throat as you slid down.
"MMMMMMMMMMM MMMM!!"
Your voice slowly faded away from the cat's sensitive ears, along with the bulge you made on his neck as you slipped past his chest, vanishing completely for a moment until the end of your decent came with the tiniest hint of a sag from the cat's fluffy stomach.
"OOOOURP! Aahhh~ Right where you belong~ What a sweet treat you were!
The cat was in pure ecstasy, simply from the fact that he had eaten his owner.... and he tasted great! He rolled onto his back, rubbing his stomach and kneading you into the slimy walls.
"Mmmm~ I wish I could gobble you up again right now, let's just hope you make it out in one piece! The mice around here definitely don't seem to, but I'm sure you'll be fine, hm?~ Or maybe not! Maybe you're just another cute little mousey~"
He couldn't be serious, right? Surely he wouldn't digest you-- his beloved owner-- would he? The soft gurgling said otherwise. However the cat viewed you mentally, his body was its own being. You were right in his stomach, so that makes you food, and there's only one thing that happens to food.
"BWOOOARP!!! Mmph~ I'll see you on the other side, little mouse, whether or not you're in one piece~"
That was the last thing you'd hear from him for a while... well, the last words you'd be hearing. It only took him a minute or so to slip into a deep slumber, curling up and taking a relaxing cat nap, meanwhile you're wondering if you'll live to see tomorrow. It was horrible, but you had to think fast.
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