#cat pred

"Hey Zeke, you wanna hang out today?" Isabel scurried along the tiny sidewalk at reached her giant friend's shoulder.

Ezekiel looked over at her and gave a sideways grin, "Of course Izzy. I was just thinking of finding you to invite you over."

"Really?" She beamed.

"Really. Was just talking about you with someone," he trailed off and held out a delicate paw for her to climb onto. She scampered right over it and up his arm to perch on his shoulder. She leaned against his neck, her big ears folded back.

After a few moments she tugged on his hair, "Well come on don't make me drag it from ya. What did you talk about me?"

"Oh," he chuckled, "Well they thought it was funny that a cat and a mouse were such good friends."

She giggled, a high tittering noise that tickled his ear. "I suppose it is," she finally managed to get out. 

"Yeah," Zeke sighed.

He took her home riding on his shoulder like that, chatting mindlessly. In truth, his thoughts lay elsewhere. The friend he had been talking to had said an awful lot more than just that the relationship was ironic. Being another tomcat, he had noticed that Isabel had a delightful smell. Now that it had been pointed out, Zeke was hard pressed to ignore it. He had also asked if Zeke had ever had a taste of her; the thought of that had shocked him. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized how nice it could be. Though she was quite the proper lady in public, she was quite adventurous, and most importantly she was fairly laid back. Surely Izzy wouldn't mind if he just had a little taste, right?

Later that evening, after a haphazard supper of foraged food from the pantry, they were lounging on his easy chair watching some uninteresting show. Zeke was beginning to get hungry again, and Izzy's scent wafted up to his nose slowly as she sat on his lap. He licked his lips. He squirmed a little and eyes went wide as his stomach growled. He tried to mask his discomfort as she looked up at him, "Hungry again already?"

"Sort of I guess," he mumbled, forcing himself to look at her.

"Watcha want? I can go grab it for you," she giggled.

He rolled his eyes and let a little laugh escape. He bit his lip, took a deep breath, then said, "I actually kinda wanted a taste of you."

Her eyes widened, then she broke down laughing, flopping against his belly. When she caught her breath a little she managed to get out, "Yeah, sure, go ahead buddy?"

His heart raced and he took in a sharp breath. She'd really said yes! He scooped her up gently in his hand and held her up to his face. He parted his jaws and let his tongue slip out, dragging the rough surface across her throat and chin. As it returned, warm flavors danced across his tongue. She stumbled back, landing on her rear on his paw pad. Squeaky words sputtered out, "I was joking! Gosh I can't believe you just did that."

Her words fell on deaf ears. They sounded distant to Zeke while his other senses had kicked into overdrive. Her scent was mouth watering, and her taste was intoxicating. He could feel her heart pounding through her little ribs. His eyes caught every little twitch and tremble as his fingers curled around his little mouse. He could see her mouth moving, but the words were meaningless. His stomach growled again and this time he embraced it. His tongue slid out and raked through her fur again and again, pinning her helplessly against his paw pad. His mouth watered and his tongue left slick trails of saliva across his morsel of prey. A low purr rumbled through him, "Mmmm you're delicious!"

Jaws parted then closed around his prey after his tongue lapped her up. From side to side she was tumbled. Tiny squeaks escaped as she was squished up against the roof of his mouth, dragged along the ridges of his hard palate. His pointed teeth pricked at her skin, but he wasn't interested in crushing his prey to a pulp.

Without a thought he swallowed, that purr returning as he felt her slide down to his stomach. She slid into slippery fluids that bit at her skin. She struggled to escape, only succeeding in causing his stomach to flex and squeeze her. He could feel her movements within. She fluttered against his gut, also a thickly sensation that was stupendous.

He licked his lips, purring loudly. Her flavour lingered on his tongue, warm and salty. For a few leisurely moments he relaxed and savoured her panicked movements against his active and noisy belly.

Suddenly it hit him what he had just done. He leaned forward and stuck two fingers in his mouth. In no time he had coughed Izzy up into his hand. The taste of bile hung on his tongue as he wiped her off with his shirt. She was terrifyingly still, patches of fur missing and replaced with irritated red spots. He nudged her head with his thumb, "Izzy? Izzy? Come onnnn," he whimpered.

She made a small noise and curled a bit on his palm. Sweet relief flooded through him. He went to the sink and gently ran water over her, flushing away the lethal fluids. The little mouse shivered in his hand, even after he had returned to the couch.