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Nat shuddered in orgasmic bliss, her pulsing pussy squeezing out her lover's peak.

"Please," the cute white mouse begged as he collapsed on top of her, panting. "Please just eat me."

"No." Nat replied. "Not yet. Not today little snack."

Aaron could feel Nat's stomach beneath him, its new occupant pressing against the walls, taunting him. He could make out the faint imprint of a webbed hand, and beneath the churning of her gut, muffled moaning. It had been an otter, and Aaron remembered the sight of his tail slipping down the snow leopard's throat, lucky bastard.

"You promised. When I agreed to work for you, you promised."

"I said that your service would end with me gulping you down one day. I kept which day at my discretion."

"It's been two years!"

Nat sighed and began stroking the mouse's back, claws running through his fur. "If I eat you, who will keep bringing me such lovely meals?" Aaron just pouted. He always used to be so excited whenever he brought her a new willing meal- the mouse had a knack for telling who would be interested in adding to the leopardess's ample figure. Lately though, he seemed resentful of their quick and easy path to her stomach.

"You're a gorgeous predator. I can't imagine it will be too hard for you to talk your dinner into your belly yourself."

"But then who will fuck me silly after a good meal? Speaking of which, you and that otter boy both made a bit of a mess. Clean it up." She opened her legs and pushed Arron down. The mouse glared at her for a minute with his dark brown eyes but obediently licking his seed out of his mistress's pussy, reaching his arms around her legs. He quickly became absorbed in his task, and Nat reached down and began scratching behind his ears and purring contentedly. At least, that's what she wanted Aaron to hear.

She really should just eat the white mouse. He'd been a loyal servant, and done everything she asked without complaint for so long she had almost forgotten that he wasn't in her service for the monetary benefits. These last few months though, she could see him getting more and more frustrated with the length of his service, eager for the reward at its end. But somehow, without meaning to, she had grown fond of the little mouse. He was devoted and loyal, but honest. He never kissed her ass. Well, he had done a lot more than kiss her ass, but he wasn't a sycophant, he called her out on her bullshit. She didn't want to lose him.

She realized that, despite Aaron's expert ministrations, she wasn't really enjoying the oral. She tried to relax, but after a few minutes she knew that it just wasn't happening. She moaned and squeezed the mouse's head with her legs, breathing harder, then gasped. Slowly she unclenched, and Aaron pulled back, with a look on his face she didn't remember ever seeing before. An odd frown, like he was trying to think. He crawled up to her stomach, feeling the otter still squirming happily within. Nat slowed her breathing back to normal. "You can go now." She needed time to think.

Aaron stood up and grabbed his clothing off the floor. He didn't bother putting them on, the rest of the house was empty anyway. He opened the door and stopped. Without looking back, he said "You're a bad liar you know. You should work on that." He left before Nat could say anything.

Aaron walked quickly back to his room. Nat had never faked an orgasm with him before. He knew most guys thought that about their partners, but early on in his service she had just told him when he was doing a crappy job, or when she decided it just wasn't happening. Neither happened often, the first as he learned how to please her and the second because their sex life was entirely dictated by her desires. After all, he was just a meal that hadn't been eaten yet, what he wanted was inconsequential. He wasn't a partner, he was a sex toy, and why would you fake it for your vibrator? And why did she ask him to leave, usually after a big meal he stayed with her, rubbing her writhing stomach and pleasuring her until she fell asleep.

He knew it was odd for a predator to keep a 'servant' like him for more than a few months, most were swallowed within six months. He had figured he was just too useful. So he started trying to be less useful, acting surlier and less enthusiastic about his duties. He really was annoyed, so it was easy, for most of his duties at least; everyday chores like cleaning and cooking non-squirming food. For the more enjoyable duties, well it's hard to stay annoyed at a beautiful woman when you're inside her, even if it's not quite the way you want to be inside her. Now though- did she like him? Did she think of him as a partner, not a meal? He thought about leaving, but immediately rejected the idea. Even if he found another predator, even if he was someone's dinner tomorrow, it wouldn't be Nat. If he had wanted just any predator, he wouldn't have asked to be a servant. Nat was his third mistress, he left the others after a month. Not because of fear, they just weren't right.

Aaron's room was both sparse and cramped; he didn't own much of his own, and most nights were spent in Nat's room anyway. He tossed his clothes in a hamper and grabbed a tissue to wipe the left over fluids from his flaccid cock, then slipped into bed. He lay awake for hours, staring at the intercom on the wall, half hoping it would turn on and call him back to Nat's room for dessert, half hoping it would call him back just to sleep in her bed. Eventually though, he fell asleep, and when he woke it was to the beeping of his alarm, not the buzzing of the intercom. He stood and stretched, his long bald tail curling up as he rolled his shoulders and his back popped. He dressed, a pressed white shirt the same color as his fur, charcoal grey pants and a pinstripe vest. The same outfit he had worn every day for years, he had five copies of each item.

Packaged according to his mistress' tastes, Aaron went to the kitchen and filled a pitcher of water, put a fresh slice of lemon into it, and carried it, on a silver tray with a sparkling glass, to Nat's room. The mouse gently knocked on the door. There was silence for a few moments, and he almost left to give Nat more time to sleep when she finally said "Come in."

The still nude leopardess desperately guzzled the glass of water, and a second once Arron poured it for her. She was always thirsty the morning after a good meal, and usually stayed in bed the following day. "That otter, what was his name? He wouldn't stop humping my stomach all night. Didn't get any sleep."

"Alex." Arron supplied. He hesitated for a moment, then set the tray down on the nightstand and gently rubbed the feline's belly, standing at the side of the bed. He decided not to bother readjusting his pants as he started to harden. "Still squirming a bit? Good for him."

"He came again just a few minutes ago- he'll probably be bucking again soon." Nat reached a hand around the back of Aaron's neck, gently stroking him. "I half expected you to have left last night."

"If you want me to leave I will. Otherwise I plan on staying until I can do this from the inside."

The cat smiled as Aaron started pushing deeper on her belly, massaging both her and Alex. "Good. Good."

"You still seem a bit tense? Anything I can do to help?"

"Just keep doing that." Nat used her free hand to start slowly tweaking one of her nipples. Aaron glanced up for a moment, then returned to his work. "So I've been thinking about how to find your replacement."

"Oh? Just in case I had left or...?"

"I decided I don't want a replacement. I want you."

"... I see."

"I figured it would only be fair to tell you. If it were up to me you'd stay here with me for the rest of my life, not just yours."

Aaron was looking at Nat's stomach as he massaged, and felt weak squirming and bucking within. He pulled back, still looking down. "Who else is it up to?"

"You. You can leave any time you want, you always could." Nat swept her legs over the side of the bed and sat up, lifting Aarons chin so she could see his deep brown eyes. Her stomach gurgled at the movement and sloshed around for a few moments until the occupant settled and found a rhythm again. "If you decide to, just let me know so I can say goodbye properly. By rubbing my stomach as it works over you."

Aaron smiled at her. "I doubt I'll last as long as you want."

"Well try to last as long as you can Aaron. I've been resisting the temptation to eat you for a long time, now it's your turn."

Nat moaned as she took another swallow over the white mouse, his waist sticking out of her mouth. The mouse moaned too, his hands reaching down and feeling his legs in the predator's throat as her tongue washed over his cock, curling around his hardness. Other hands grabbed his and he felt a mouth pressed against his, a probing tongue silencing him as his hands were raised up and slipped into the felines mouth. He accepted the other mouse's kiss, but soon gasped as his cock twitched and sputtered in his predator's mouth- no throat as she took another swallow, pinning his arms to his side as he slid to his chest. He looked at the scene below him and smiled, his blue eyes shining bright. He had waited so long for this; he could hardly believe it was finally happening. The other mouse was naked and sitting on Nat's belly, his arms reached around her meal and her head. He smiled kindly and came in for another kiss as Nat took another swallow, leaving only her meal's head out in the world. They held the kiss until the final swallow, Nat taking her prey past the point of no return.

Aaron didn't stop kissing as her meal passed her lips, he only changed who he was kissing. Nat's tongue invaded his mouth as soon as she pushed her prey fully into her throat, reaching around and pulling Aaron in tight. He felt the other mouse sliding into her stomach under him, and shuddered in bliss. Nat relaxed her grip and Aaron pulled back from her maw, kissing down her neck and chest as he scooted himself back until his tongue was swirling around her nipple. He grabbed himself and slowly guided his cock into her, his arms clawing at her sides as he thrusted once, twice, thrice before Nat screamed in pleasure, still sensitive from the orgasm the other mouse gave her. She reached her hand up to stroke Aaron, but her movements were jerky and uncertain and she squished Aarons face into her breast as he sucked and slurped at her nipple. He popped up as she pulled her arm back, releasing her breast and focusing on thrusting into her soft warm sex. It wasn't long before the mouse inside Nat's stomach started thrusting against her stomach as the mouse in her pussy watched, his own thrusting picking up for a moment until he came, his brown eyes fixed on her squirming stomach until he collapsed onto it, feeling its occupant beneath him.

Nat purred contentedly as she, carefully this time, reached up and scratched Aaron's ears. "So," she asked, still breathing heavily, "Good birthday present?"

"God I want to join him right now." Aaron said almost pleadingly.

"Do you really?" Nat licked her lips slowly, teasingly.

Aaron looked at her for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes and nuzzled into her. "I think I'd rather stay here and fuck you all night. For now, at least." Nat smiled and pulled him in for a brief kiss before licking his head, tasting him.