Stuart Little Vore Act 1: Smokey



Chapter 1: Mousehunt


"Where's that damned mouse got to!" Smokey bellowed at Mr. and Mrs. Stout. Stuart Little, whom the two were supposed to be having as their prisoner, was nowhere to be seen. They must have felt sorry for him, the cat figured.
"Not sure. He must have decided he didn't like it here and gone back home." said Mr. Stout nervously.
"Finley, Ariel, take care of these two!" Smokey barked. Two alley cats attacked the two, ripping them to shreds before devouring them.
"Boss, what are we going to do about Stuart?" Finley asked, after finishing devouring Mr. Stout.
"We've got to find him first."
:"New York City is a big place, you know."
"I know. But if I know Stuart, if these two have told him that this whole thing was a setup, he'll be heading back home. And that's why I want cats posted on all routes leading to the Little house."
"Got it boss." said Ariel.

Chapter 2: Devouring

Stuart Little, meanwhile, was unaware that the cats knew that they had escaped. Right now, he knew that the Stouts were not his real parents. Likely, he figured now, his real parents had died years ago. They wouldn't have placed him in an orphanage if they were still alive. That meant that the Littles were still his family. He couldn't wait to see them again: Mr. and Mrs. Little, George, Martha, and even Snowbell. He had just to drive across Central Park and he would be within the vicinity of the Little house.

Midway through Central Park, Stuart thought that he heard something move in the grass. He figured that it was probably just some stray animal wandering around in the park. The city had plenty of them. Nothing unusual about some of them bunking down here for the night. However, a minute later, he heard many rustles in the grass coming from different directions. He thought it odd that there would be a lot of stray animals out there in this one place. He honked the car horn, hoping to frighten whatever they were off. However, it didn't work. He could now hear whatever they were running toward him. He pulled a tiny flashlight out of the glovebox. It had been made by George as a model flashlight, though it actually worked like a normal flashlight. George was incredible!

As the sounds drew nearer, he spun the light around. Whatever it was was trying to avoid his notice. Still, as he kept spinning the light around, the beam finally crossed paths with one of the creatures. It was a stray cat! "Get away from me!" he shouted.
"Get Stuart!" one of the cats yelled.
"How do you know my name?" the mouse gasped, flooring the accelerator. The cats raced after him. Still, he was confident that he could make it. And he might have too, had not two cats rammed the car, slamming into it. The car swerved, hitting a tree. Stuart was glad that he had his seatbelt on, otherwise he'd have been thrown from that hit. Still, the car was working, though a bit dented on the hood, so he floored it in reverse.

Smokey cursed. He'd hoped that that crash would have dazed the mouse long enough to nab him right then and there. Still, he was certain that that mouse wouldn't be able to make it to the safety of his home. Not for nothing was he one of the most feared cats in Manhattan. He dove at the car, yanking Stuart out of it. The car crashed into a tree, smashing up the hood ever further. It came to a rest. "Hey, you bastard, you ruined my car!" Stuart shouted.
"That's not all that's going to be ruined!" the cat laughed.
"Look, I know you're a hungry kitty, but I've really got to get home1"
"No, you don't, nobody wants you there!"
"What are you talking about? They love you there!"
"Not everyone does."
Stuart thought on that. "Well, Snowbell loves me, deep down. You know him?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. It was he who requested that I take you out. And that's just what I'm going to do."
"You don't have to do this!"
"But Snowbell wants you gone. And I'm hungry."
The cat yanked off the mouse's pants and underwear, leaving him naked. "What're you doing that for?" Stuart snapped.
"As I plan to leave no trace of you to the public, but thought that it would be best to send Snowbell proof that we did the job he asked us to do." And with that, he raised Stuart up toward his mouth.

"Don't swallow! Whatever Snowbell has against me, it's not worth killing me!" the mouse cried, kicking and flailing.
"You assume I'm just to eat you quick and fast?" the cat chuckled."
"Well, don't cats do that?""
"A lot do. But you haven't met Smokey, have you?"
"No, who's Smokey?"
"That's me. Most feared cat in Manhattan. I don't just finish off my prey nice and quickly. No, I get 'em nice and slow. I'm going to swallow you whole."
"No!"
"Wait, first get me some flavoring for this meal." Smokey said.
Ariel returned with discarded cotton candy. "This good enough?"
"Perfect."
"No, I am a mouse, not a treat!"
"To me you're just a treat." The cat coated the mouse in cotton candy, then proceeded to lick him for the next several minutes. Then, he put Stuart in his mouth and sucked on him for another few minutes. Stuart was now very coated in saliva. Still, he was putting up a big fight and Smokey struggled to swallow him. "Get me something to drink to wash this meal down!" he snapped. Red returned with a discarded bottle of soda.
"Will this work?"
"Yes." he said. "Bye bye mousey."
Stuart could do nothing as the soda hit him, soon loosening his grip on the tongue. Smokey threw back his head and swallowed with a big GULLLLLLP! The mouse went screaming down his throat, finally resting as he entered the stomach. He had been swallowed whole!

Chapter 3: Digestion

"Lemme outta here!" Stuart cried. He didn't want to be digested alive.
"Just sit back, relax, and let my stomach digest you."
"I don't wanna be digested, I wanna go home!"
"You're a mouse: you're at home in my stomach."
"No, homes don't kill you!"
"Stomachs are for food, which you are."
"I don't know why Snowbell would want me dead, but...."
"You're even stupider than I thought, then! A housecat not being allowed to eat a mouse? It's a total disgrace to nature! That's why I went personally. Even if Snowbell hadn't asked me to come get you, I would have."
"Can't you show a bit of compassion and spit me up? I won't go back home if it means that much to you and Snowbell."
"Compassion? You've got me mistaken for the therapy kitties on college campuses around exam time. I'm tough as nails. I'm a streetcat. I don't care about the death of a little insignificant mouse!"
After two hours, acid began to enter the stomach. "Don't digest me!" Stuart cried. The acid at first tickled him, though it started to burn him as time went on. He itched his skin, which began to peel off. "My skin is peeling off!"
"This is just the beginning. My acids will peel the flesh off your bones."
"I don't like having the flesh peeled off my bones! Get me outta here!"
"I will, after my stomach is done digesting you."
"Let me out!" Stuart cried, kicking and punching the stomach wall.
"Stupid mouse. That won't work. I've had hairballs that gave my stomach more trouble than that!"
"Surely I could do something more for you than be digested as a meal."
"You know what, you're right."
"Thank you! I'm glad you see-----"
"I can digest you and use your struggles to jerk off."
"What?"
The cat began to rub his penis against his wriggling stomach. After some time, it hardened. After a few minutes of pleasuring himself using Stuart, he moved his mouth, now open, in front of his penis. SQUIRRTTTTT! SQUIRRTTT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! He cummed. As soon as he'd ejaculated his last, he swallowed the mouthful of semen, splattering Stuart.

A short time later, Smokey went to bed. Stuart survived the night, having his fur burnt off and his skin all burned and blistered. The acid was eating into his muscles as the cat woke up. Stuart was not just covered in cotton candy, but also both his (he had cummed involuntarily due to his manhood being burnt) and Smokey's semen. He had some broken bones from the contractions of the stomach. Still, he would probably live if barfed up now. "Rise and shine mouse. I see that you're still alive. Time for breakfast." The cat went and caught a fish from a stream and ate it, pelting Stuart with meat. The arrival of more meat, in addition to meaning less room in the stomach, also meant more acid arrived. Stuart would soon be twitching involuntarily as he muscled were burned and melted. Around noon, his vital organs were in danger, his eyes were nearly blinded, and he just wanted out, even though now he would likely die of exposure. However, the cat just ate nachos and cheese that he'd stolen. This made things even more cramped in the stomach and also brought in more acids. Within two hours, these acids had killed Stuart. The mouse was now dead. "Bye bye mouse. Mission accomplished." Smokey laughed.

Chapter 4: Disposal

Stuart's remains were further broken down and then sent through the intestines. By the following evening, they had arrived in the cat's rectum. Smokey had contacted Snowbell. "There, the mouse is dead, as you can see." he said, presenting the clothes of the late Stuart to him.
"Thanks. Glad you got rid of him." Snowbell said, trying his best to hide his disappointment from his voice. Watching the Littles mourn over Stuart's disappearance had made him second guess the whole operation. He had been about to go and warn Stuart about it,, but clearly it was now too late. He would have to live with what he had done.
"You wanna keep these as a trophy?" Smokey asked, handing him the clothes.
"No way! If the Littles see me with those, they'll think I ate him. You can keep them. I don't want to have anything to remind me of him.
"I'll use this to wipe my ass. I gotta take a dump. Ate a little mouse."
"Well, see you around."
"You wanna stick around and see me dispose of the mouse?"
"As I said, I don't want to see him ever again, in any form."
"Ok, glad to have gotten rid of him for you."
"Yeah, thanks."

After Snowbell was gone, Smokey meandered his way over to Stuart's car. "Hope you don't mind if I use your car to take a shit." Smokey laughed, bending down into a squat. His anus opened, bulging outward. It first expelled gas with a loud PHHHHHHBT! Soon, a log of feces crowned out of his anus. As it distended further, making a PWICA sound as it squeezed out Smokey's anus, it looked like an angel turd, due to Stuart's bony arms sticking out of it at an odd angle like that of an angel's wings. After this turd fell with a PLOP into the car, another one distended. He released more and more solid waste, expelling teeth, fur, bones, and Stuart's tail. As the cat felt the next log coming out, something hard brushed against his anal sphincter. He grunted hard as he forced out a large object, Stuart's skull. That was the hardest thing to get out and he had no trouble emptying out the rest of his solid waste. He then wiped his anus with Stuart's clothes, dropping them into the car. "Oh, gotta pee too. Sorry Stuart." he laughed as he emptied his bladder into the car. He then pushed the shit, piss, and bone filled car to the edge of a steep hill, letting it go down a path. It went down the hill, increasing speed, until it crashed into a stream. "Official cause of death for Stuart Little: car accident." he chuckled, before heading off to rest for the night.