Pest Control

Chapter 1: Mouse Infestation

The house had an increasing infestation of mice. They had come in in secret and bred like crazy. They weren't just your run-of-the-mill mice, but were clever mice, who had outwitted many cats. The humans in the home had tried exterminators, fumigation, mouse traps, cats (several of them, getting rid of them when they failed too many times), poison, honeypots, and many other things. All had failed. True, sometimes they got a mouse, usually one of the older or more feeble ones, but it wasn't putting a dent in the infestation.

The humans had just gotten another cat, a shelter cat named Tara, who had been close to being put down due to being in the shelter a long time. She was desperate to make sure she didn't go back. The mice, however, weren't worried. They had dealt with many cats before.

What the mice weren't counting on, however, was the resourcefulness of this new cat. And this mistake would be their undoing.

Chapter 2: Caught by the Cat

"This new pussy is gonna be a cinch to get rid of." Beth said as the the group of 16 mice set out for their evening raid. They knew where all the typical mousetraps and poison were and even figured out where the honeypots were. Right now, their target was a full bowl of fruit on the counter. Apples, pears, bananas, strawberries, blueberries, and cherries. And, best still, it seemed to them that there were no traps around the thing itself.
"Clearly the people aren't up to their usual standard. No silly mousetraps near the loot this time. What fools!" Jacob snorted.
"Not that those silly toys work anyway. Watch." Alice chuckled. She tossed a small pebble at a nearby mousetrap that was in their path, triggering it and thus allowing them to walk across it unscathed.

"Too easy." Dean laughed.
"Yes, their attempts to catch us are quite pathetic." Aaron giggled.
"Heard they got a new cat." Dean remarked. "This pussy won't last any longer than the other kitties." Betty chuckled. "Let's not stand here chattering. Let's go get some food." Isabella said.

The group made it up to the counter with no incident. "Way too easy." John remarked. "Who cares? Let's take it!" Brett declared. Jim and Ben were the first two mice to grab the fruit, followed by Anita and Alice. Soon, they all had taken several fruit, as the bowl was full to the top, indeed overflowing. Between the group of them, they emptied the entire bowl.

As they moved back onto the counter, they failed to notice a change in the surface that had happened while they were filching the fruit bowl. The plastic mats that had been on the counter, which they had assumed had been put there to be used to cut food and keep the counter clean, had been subtly and stealthily removed, revealing sticky like goo underneath it. This they all stepped onto, or most of them did, and were thus caught.

"What the ####!" James gasped. "Where did that come from!" Brandon said. "Looks like you mice finally met your match." The group turned around, those that could anyway, to see a female cat starring at them and grinning. "Name's Tara. And, as you can see, I'm smarter than the other kitties." The mice not caught tried to run, but Tara was too quick for them and grabbed them before they could reach the floor. She set them down on the sticky stuff with the others. They were all now trapped.

"I figured that you little pests were becoming overconfident, so I set things to look easy and you walked right into my trap."

"So what are you going to do to us now?" Ryan asked.
"You're going to find out, aren't you." Tara chuckled.

Chapter 3: Toys for a Cat

The cat began to remove her skirt and undergarments, leaving herself half naked.
"What are you going to do?" Julie asked.
"You little pests have had your fun for a good while now. Now it's time for the kitty to have her fun. I haven't had a chance to make love with any boys yet, but I think I just found a bunch of dildos to use."
"You wouldn't dare!" Ryan snapped.
"Oh wouldn't I? Well, you'll see if I will as you'll be the first." The cat bent down and picked up the mouse. Slowly, she raised the struggling rodent toward her underside. The mouse could see her pink puckering anus and her red and pink vagina. The latter the feline moved him toward. As his head rested against her slit, the cat used one of fingers to push wide open the opening. Then, she slowly pushed his head through her ####. "Nooooooo!" Ryan yelled as he entered the moist interior of Tara's sex.

"Ohhhhhhh! Unnnnh!" the cat moaned as she felt the mouse's head enter her vagina. "You're going to get an up close view of the pussy of a pussy." she said as she eased the mouse forward into her slit. The mouse could do nothing but struggle as she further pushed him in to her vagina. In fact, she was glad that he was struggling as it only made the experience all the more pleasurable for her. Soon, she had Ryan halfway into her ####.

"Stop it! I'm not you ####ing dildo!" the mouse shouted.
"Unnnnnh! Ooooooo! Ohhhhh!" Tara sighed as she began to pull him out and then push him back in. He could feel her vagina start to clench around his body, as it would a penis, for the vagina knew no different between him and some cat's dick. She increased speed, pushing his faster and shoving him in further and pulling him out further. Her moans also intensified as wave after wave of pleasure swept across her sex.

"Bad kitty! No!" Ryan yelled as Tara shoved him in yet again. "Bet this is more action than you're used to mousey." Tara chuckled as she flipped him around upon pulling him out and began to shove him into her pussy legs-first. As she continued pushing him in and pulling him out, she switched directions every now and then, all the while slowly increasing her pace. She was now huffing as she pleasured herself with the poor mouse. After several minutes of pleasuring, Tara finally reached orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' she moaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, as she hit climax. Ryan wasn't feeling anywhere near as much pleasure as the cat's vagina clenched all around his entire body, for Tara had shoved him all the way into her pussy. He was squeezed mercilessly for nearly a full minute before the squeezing ceased altogether.

After she had pulled Ryan out of her ####, she put him back on the sticky paper and then picked up Anita and began to use her as a dildo. The cat moaned louder and louder with each mouse that she used to pleasure herself. After an hour and a half, she had used all of the mice at least twice to pleasure herself. Now she could move on the next stage of dealing with them.

Chapter 4: Swallowing the Mice

After Tara put back on her underwear and skirt, she began to strip the mice, one by one, of all of their clothing, leaving them all naked. "Why'd you take our clothes for?" Betty asked.
"You won't be needing them where you're going."
"Where are we going?" Anita asked.
"Well, setting traps for mice plus pleasuring oneself tends to make one work up an appetite. And I just so happen to have 16 tasty mice with me."

"Don't!" Ben cried.
"I'd thought of having some tasty mousey sandwiches and munching and crunching on you. But then I thought, where's the fun in that. It's over quickly once you get all chewed up. What would be really fun to do, and what I've in fact decided to do, would be to swallow the 16 little mousies whole one by one and relax as they squirm in my tummy while being slowly digested alive." The mice all gasped in horror at this announcement and began to plead for mercy. But, of course, this feline wasn't feeling at all merciful at the moment, only hungry. "Which mouse should I swallow first?" Tara asked herself. She looked them over, eventually settling on Aaron, who was the plumpest of the group. She picked him up and first dipped him in sticky molasses, then she dipped him in chocolate. With his body all coated in the sweet substances, she then shoved a small stick up his anus, making him into a sucker, which she quickly began to lick with her tongue. Aaron, irate at being humiliated in such a fashion, tried to pee on the cat's tongue. However, Tara was too clever. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the urine start to shoot from his penis and moved her tongue out of the way in time. "I can't have you pissing on my fun." she said, wagging her finger at the mouse. She began to lap at the soles of his feet. "Stop, that tickles!" he cried. "This mousey has sprung a leak and I have to make sure all the fluid is drained." the cat said. She kept lapping at him and soon he was laughing so hard that he peed out every last drop of urine in his bladder and kidneys. She mercilessly licked his feet a further 90 seconds after he had peed his last drop, leaving his ribs aching from his heavy laughing.

Tara lapped at Aaron for 10 minutes. His fur was all matted and sticky by the time he was done. She removed the stick from his anus. She then dipped him in ranch dressing and put him into her mouth, where she sucked on him with a SLCUK! SCHLUCK! SLKKK! "Cut it out you bitch!" Aaron shouted. "Tasty little mousey!" Tara chuckled, slamming the tip of her tongue into Aaron's ball sack and making him flinch. After she had sucked on him to her satisfaction, she began to curl her tongue, tilting it up and moving him toward the back of her throat. "No, don't swallow me!" Aaron cried. "Tasty little mousey. My belly will enjoy digesting you." "No, don't!" The cat slowly moved him into her throat, headfirst. When he was halfway in, she tried to swallow with a GLUK! He, however, resisted to putting out his arms and legs to impede his progress. The cat responded by summoning saliva from her throat and repeatedly swallowing. When this failed to dislodge him, she moved her saliva so that it was stuck in the throat, surrounding him and starting to suffocate him. Eventually, due to lack of air, he started to weaken, allowing her to dislodge him and send him down her throat with a mighty GULLPPP!

"Noooo!" Aaron yelled. "Bye bye mousey! I look forward to digesting your sorry ass." Tara laughed. Aaron struggled as much as he could, but it availed not against the slimy muscles of her throat, which pulled him, kicking and screaming like a child being dragged to his room for a spanking, downward, eventually sending him through the sphincter and depositing him none too gently on the stomach floor. "Aaron no!" the mice outside cried in horror. "One little mouse down, 15 more to go." Tara sighed, rubbing her squirming belly.

Aaron had scarcely arrived in the cat's stomach before it began to contract around him, greatly limiting his mobility. "Help, me guys! Help!" came his muffled cries from in the stomach.
"Not to worry little mousey, you don't have to do anything. Just lay there and my stomach will get around to digesting you." Tara said, giving her belly a few pats. She then seized Betty, beginning to dip her in strawberry jam. After that, she applied hot sticky melted marshmallows to the mouse's body. Once sufficiently coated, she stuffed a stick up Betty's anus and began to lap at her.

Learning her lesson from Aaron, Tara didn't even give Betty a chance to try and pee and ruin the flavor but immediately licked the mouse's feet until she had laughed so hard that her bladder and kidneys were empty. A minute into licking Betty, Tara's tongue poked into the folds of the mouse's vagina. The mouse, trapped by the stick, could do nothing as her #### was poked and prodded until she finally orgasmed. "Bet you never got a ####ing like that from any little mouse boy's dick." Tara chuckled, resuming licking the mouse's body. After she was done licking Betty, she dipped her in caramel and then put her in her mouth to suck on her. While the cat sucked on Betty, Aaron struggled in her stomach. His eyes were watering from the foul smell of the stomach gasses. Up above, he could hear the cat sucking on Betty and every now and then, saliva went down the throat and landed on him. A few minutes later, he felt something slam into him. "Ow!" he cried. "Sorry." Betty said. "Two mouseies down." Tara said, seizing Ben now. She took Ben and put a stick up his anus, licked his feet until he had peed out all of his urine, tied him up with a small rope, then placed him in an ice cube tray, with his head on one side, his rear and the stick on the other, and the bulk of his body in the hole. She went to the fridge, pulled out a can of root beer, and poured some of it into the hole in the tray where Ben was, filling it to the top. She then carefully placed him in the freezer and closed the door. She would come back to him in about ten minutes. In the meantime, she picked up Jacob. As Tara began to dip Jacob into salsa, headfirst so that he burned his eyes, Ben struggled in the freezer. His penis and balls, which were in the freezing liquid, were particularly effected. After two minutes, he involuntarily ejaculated as his manhood started to go numb from the cold. Inside Tara's stomach, Betty and Aaron struggled to escape. They tried biting at the walls of the stomach, but they were too strong. Clumps of salsa landed on the two as Tara licked salsa off of Jacob. A couple of minutes later, Jacob joined his friends in the stomach.

With three mice now in her stomach and one in the freezer, Tara picked up Dean next. She rolled him into a hard ball of fudge, then, tying him to a metal stick, put him over the burner on the stove. "I like my fudge hot." she said. Now with Jacob, Aaron, and Betty in her stomach, Ben in the fridge and Dean on the stove, she next picked up Anita. After coating Anita in a sweet substance and licking her, Tara said "I'm feeling thirsty. I think I'll wash down this mouse with a nice drink." Tara pulled out a liter bottle of Pepsi and dropped Anita into it. The mouse kicked and paddled to stay afloat as she landed in the bubbling liquid. However, she could do nothing, save watch helplessly, as the cat tipped the bottle into her open mouth. Inside the cat's stomach, soda began to pour in and drenched the three squirming mice. Soon, Anita had been squeezed down the throat, propelled by the liquid pushing against her, and landed on the other three mice. Tara drained the rest of the bottle, then came to pick up Dean from the stove.

Tara licked Dean clean and then dipped him in cheese. "How do you like cheese, mousey?" Two minutes later, Dean had been swallowed as well. Next, she got Ben out of the freezer. "So cold!" he moaned. "Don't worry, my stomach will warm you up." Tara said, before licking the rootbeer popsicle off of him and then swallowing him whole. She swallowed the rest of the mice, one by one. She was about to settle down to digest the 16 mice when she saw four more out, no doubt looking for their companions. These she captured. Her stomach was too full to fit any more of them. However, she wasn't inclined to let these four go alive. "I have something special in mind for you guys." she said, grinning.

Chapter 5: Digesting the Mice

After stripping these four new mice of their cltohes and putting them on the sticky paper she had the 16 other mice on, she said to them "What are you doing out, little mousies?"
"We were looking for our friends. They're not back yet." one of them replied.
"I'm afraid that", ERRRRRRRRRP, she let out a loud and noisy belch, "excuse me, you won't be seeing them again."
With alarm, the group looked down at her stomach and saw, with horror, her distended belly with its 16 wiggling bulges. "I'm afraid I can't fit any more of you in and it will take about 60 hours to digest your buddies and I don't like waiting. But I have a plan to deal with you guys sooner."

Two of the mice, both males, she put into a jar. She would deal with them later. The other two, both females, she carried to her litter box, where she buried then halfway in kitty litter. "What are you going to do with us?" one of them asked. "You'll see, soon enough." the cat replied.

Tara went to lay on the couch, flicking on the TV. "Might as well watch a good show while I digest my meal."
"No, you don't want to digest us!" Jacob cried from inside her stomach.
"Of course I do." Tara laughed. She picked up a tuna sandwich she had made and began to eat it. "There's not much room left in there, but I think there's enough for this." she said.
"Yuck, I hate tuna!" Ben cried as he began to be pelted with the meal.

Tara selected the Cat Channel. It had all her favorite cat movies. Right now Garfield was on, followed by Puss in Boots, Aristocrats, and Oliver and Company. She pulled out some popcorn as well as the liter of soda, some of which she'd used earlier to make her rootbeer mousicle. As she watched the movie, she ate her bucket of popcorn and drank the entire liter of soda. Now her stomach was full and she really had to pee.

Tara walked to her litter box and pulled down her pants and underwear. She squatted down over the two half-buried mice.

"What are you doing?" one of the mice asked.
Tara didn't reply and began to urinate. The mice couldn't react in time before they were hit in the face by the cascading stream of hot yellow urine, which stung their eyes. She kept peeing for 90 seconds, totally drenching the two mice. She then pulled back on her pants and underwear and resumed watching TV. Inside her stomach, acid began to pour in as digestion began. Tara took off her shirt and licked her bare belly, enjoying lapping at the wiggling bulges distending from the surface of her belly as the mice began to squirm even more intensely inside of her stomach as the acid poured in, at first singing their skin and making them itch, then, as time went on, starting to burn them. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! The cat belched again. The smell last time she had burped with them inside the stomach had made some of them vomit. Now, those who hadn't vomited earlier all did so this time.

"Are you having fun in there, little mousies?"
"Get us out!" they all cried.
"I'll get you out when my digestive system is done with you."

"No, don't digest us!" Anita cried.
"I don't want to die!" Ben shouted.
EERRRRRRRRP! Tara belched again.
Twenty minutes later, the acid had burned the mice enough that the males had all involuntarily ejaculated.

An hour later, Tara paused her movie again. She once more went to the litterbox and stripped off her pants and underwear. Once more she peed on the mice. This time, however, they saw her anus open. "Don't!" one of them cried.
"But I gotta shit."
"Don't go on us."
Tara's anus began to distend and soon a bulging mass of orange and red feces crowned out of the gaping hole. The mice below were screaming in horror but Tara paid them no heed. Inside her stomach, the walls began to contract even further around the 16 mice, further limiting their space, as she sucked in her chest to defecate. Soon, the log of waste crowning out of her anus fell loose. At the last moment, Tara had moved her rear so that it landed next to the two half-buried mice instead of on top of them. Tara continued to empty out her rectum, leaving several clumps of poop in the litterbox next to the trapped mice. When she was done pooping, Tara wiped her anus with 10 of the clothes of the mice she had taken earlier.

"What just happened?" Ben asked.
"I took a shit. Next time I take one, I'll be squeezing what's left of you guys outta my ass."
"No, don't turn us into cat poop!" Aaron cried.
"It's only a mater of time."
"Spit us out!" Anita cried.
"Nope, that's not how digestion works."
Tara went to the jar that held the two mice and took them out. She bound them in small ropes. She then held one of them in place and moved her anus, which she had open, over him, lowering it until he slid inside her butt with a SQUELCH! The cat repeated the procedure with the second mouse.
"What's going on?" the two demanded.
"I'm just going to leave you in here till nature takes its course."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Looks like you two are going to find out real soon."
Tara went back to the couch and continued watching her movies. The digestion slowly intensified inside of her stomach and the mice were now crying out in pain as they were not only burned on their bare skin, their fur all having been sizzled off, but pressed and squeezed against each other as peristalsis contracted the stomach as the food was processed. RRRRRGH! GURGGGG! GLORRRBB! Her stomach growled, sloshing around the mice and sizzling them slowly like bacon on a frying pan. The screams grew louder as time went on and they began to ooze puss onto each other inside the cramped stomach as nasty blisters burst open and oozed.
Betty wanted to hold her nose and block out the smell of vomit, semen, digestive chime, as well as her own digesting skin, but the stomach was too cramped to even reach to her face and hold her nose. "Help! It's awful in here!" she rasped, her voice weakening as she sweated profusely from the hot and stale atmosphere of the stomach.
"It's only going to get worse." Tara replied, patting her stomach and beginning to squish the lumps in her distended belly against each other. This squishing only made the hellish atmosphere of the stomach, with its total darkness, gurgling from the digestive juices, and hot oppressive atmosphere all the more fiendish. But the trapped mice could do nothing.
"Maybe I could fit in a bit more cheese in here. After all, mice like cheese." Tara said.
"No, it's very very cramped in here." Brandon snapped.
"Hmmm, cramped? Well, it's fine out here."
"Not in here!" Ryan cried.
"Well, since I'm out here, I'm afraid I don't have a #### to give." Tara laughed, before eating a chunk of cheese, which pelted the mice in her stomach. Not only had the arrival of more food increased the unpleasantness of the stomach on its own, but it also caused more stomach acid to enter in, to digest the new food.

"Help, it burns!" Betty cried.
ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRUPPPPPPPPP! Tara let out a long and loud belch. "Feel better?" the cat asked. Soon, the acid began to eat into their muscle, making them twitch involuntarily. Inside her rectum, poop began to pile in. The mice quickly realized what Tara intended to do to them and cried out for help. Tara responded by blowing a powerful gasser at them, making the two vomit. In the litter box, the two mice were also feeling nauseous. Not only could they smell the powerful odor of urine on their bodies, but the putrid odor of cat feces wafted up to them from the waste Tara had shit out right next to them. As they were half buried, they couldn't even hold their noses to try and block out the smell.

By the time that Tara reached Oliver and Company, the mice had many broken bones, a combination of the peristalsic contractions of the stomach pressing them too many times and the stomach acid starting to eat away at their bone structure. Aaron was the first mouse to pass away from the effects of the stomach acid. Betty followed soon thereafter. As time went by and more mice succumbed to the acid, the survivors were now gasping in agony as their lungs were singed by the acid eating into them. Finally, the last survivor, Isabella, passed away as her body began to split apart, right as Tara was about to go to bed. The sixteen mice were dead in her stomach. The mice in her rectum were still alive, albeit mostly buried. They had had to eat some of the waste to keep from being totally buried. "You can't get us, kitty. We'll eat this if we have to." one of the mice snapped. "I have a buffet for you then," Tara laughed. She moved outside to a large rock, used as a decoration in the yard, and pulled down her pants and underwear. She sat against it, so that it totally blocked any way for poop to leave her anus. She then grunted, as though she were defecating. "No, don't!" one of the mice cried. "You're going to meet a shitty end." Tara laughed. "No. Ahhhhhh!" the other mouse cried, before both were soon buried. Within two minutes they had suffocated. With 18 of the 20 mice now dead, Tara went to bed. Once nature took its course with the mice in her stomach, now reduced to piles of bubbling meat and juice and bones, she would deal with the last two.

Chapter 6: Disposing of the Mice

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! The cat's alarm clock went off. She went to her litter box and urinated on the mice. She went about her day, using the litter box as a place to empty her bladder, always on top of the mice. She repeated this routine for that day and the next. On the third morning, about 60 hours after she'd first swallowed the mice, she could feel a large pressure in her rectum. Though her bladder hurt, she held it. In fact, she drank even more water, for she wanted to really have a great send off for the last two mice.

She got into the shower and washed herself, taking her time as she scrubbed off loose fur and put lotion on to make her fur extra soft and smooth. Once done with the shower, she dried off, but didn't put her clothes back on, instead walking to her kitchen only covered by a towel. She sat down at the table and ate her morning meal, eggs and tuna. The bulge in her stomach was gone, though she did have an extra bulge on her breasts from the big meal. She didn't mind. It only made her all the more sexier.

Inside the living room, in the litter box, the two girls wondered why the cat hadn't yet urinated on them. They were wondering why she had kept them alive. Was she going to keep them there and pee on them every day until they died of hunger or thirst? Tara had indeed thought of that, but she was impatient. Once she had made an example of these 20 mice and used them as an object lesson to the hundreds of others, the house would be mouse-free again and she would be richly rewarded. She didn't want to wait the extra days it would take for the mice to succumb from malnutrition.

After Tara had washed her dishes, she got up from the table, leaving her towel behind. She went to her litter box and once more urinated on the mice, emptying out an even larger volume of piss on them than she had days earlier when she had drank the liter of soda. Now with her bladder relieved, it was time to deal with her full rectum.

The cat began to squat down. "You were probably wondering what I had planned for it. I thought it best to wait until I could return all 18 of your buddies to you. And now I can." she said, as her anus began to distend.
The two mice below looked up in silent horror as a log of waste began to crown out. It contained some mouse bones as well as the corpse of one of the mice she had stuffed up her ass. As she pooped, some stray urine left in her exited out her urethra and splashed the two mice below. At first, the waste that fell out of her gaping anus landed next to the mice, as it had last time. However, due to the large volume, it began to topple and slowly cover the mice. They cried out for help but Tara just ignored them as more solid waste exited out her sphincter and fell down into the box below. Soon, the two were covered by the waste and beginning to suffocate, but Tara kept on with her bowel movement. She had a large pile in the litter box, nearly a foot high, by the time that she was done vacating her rectum. She looked down to see several mouse skulls, spines, and bones. The two mice that had been in her rectum as well as the now two dead corpses of the females that had been buried were at the bottom. Tara used the remaining ten pairs of mouse clothes to wipe the shit stains off of her anus. She then went back to the bathroom to get her clothes.

Tara got a scoop and scooped the feces as well as urine-stained kitty litter into several jars, small enough of fit into one of the many mouse holes in the house. These she stuffed into various ones, putting notes on them. The mice in the house soon found them and read "These are 20 of your buddies. I can see to it that you guys all end up like them. However, since I'm in a somewhat merciful mood, I'll give you until sundown to get your sorry asses the #### outta here before I start swallowing and digesting you. It's all the same to me either way. - Tara the cat, with love."

As expected, the mice cleared out like a roach nest sprayed with Raid. And the human family was pleased and richly rewarded Tara, where she lived, pampered and spoiled, to a great old age. And no mice ever dared enter the house again.