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“So . . . what brings you here tonight?”

David, a cheetah, smiled behind his venetian mask, and looked out at the mouse in the wolf mask.  “Well,” she replied, “when I heard that the college was holding a masquerade ball, I was honestly /not/ interested.  But I decided to come check it out anyway, because why not?”

“I hear that,” David said.  “I’ve always been intimidated by parties.  But at least the masks make things easier.”

“Agreed.”

He looked around.  The two of them were standing away from the crowd . . . but perhaps they could go further away.  “Would you like to go somewhere . . . more private?”

“Hell yes,” the mouse replied.  She turned to him.  “Let’s go.  I think the balcony is free.”

David fist-pumped as she led him outside.  He hadn’t been all to thrilled by the idea of a masquerade ball either, but now, it might lead to a good time.  Yes!

The two of them went to the isolated area together, away from the crowd.  David leaned against the balcony and said, “So . . . what did you want to do.”

“I want to eat.”

The cheetah frowned.  “Um . . . I beg your pardon?”

“I said,” the mouse said, lifting up her mask and revealing her face, “I want to /eat/.”

Before David could react, she had her maw open wide, and his head was shoved into her mouth.  The cheetah screamed in horror and tried to pull his head out, but the mouse simply pushed his head back in--and then, she swallowed.

David was sent down into her cramped throat, surrounded by the constricting esophagus and rendered unable to move.  Again, he tried to pull his head out, but this time, he was stuck inside.  Shit!

The mouse wasted no time: she swallowed David down quickly, sending him deeper and deeper down into her.  He traveled down, down, down her throat, thrashing and struggling the entire time, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get free.

And then, he reached the stomach.

David popped into an open space, and let out a sigh of relief, happy his head wasn’t being squeezed anymore.  But then he smelled the acid and heard the growls. . . That’s when he realized where he was.

“HELP!” the cheetah screamed, fighting even more now.  “I’M IN HER STOMACH, SOMEONE HELP ME!”

Hearing that, the mouse quickly swallowed down more of her victim, shoving him deeper inside her growling belly.  Poor David was completely emptied inside, forced to curl up inside the small, cramped, gurgling space.  He barely made an impression underneath her dress, too--once he was eaten, nobody would be able to tell he was in here. . .

Finally, only his feet were left to eat.  The mouse put them in her mouth, and David prayed that she would spit him up, or choke, or /anything/ to get him out of this!  But instead, the mouse simply gulped them down like all the rest of him, sending them to the stomach.

A moment later, all of the cheetah was inside the mouse’s gut, which grunted and groaned around the living meal.  “Why did you eat me?!” screamed David.  “Was this your plan all along?”

The mouse let out a /buuurp/.  “I was hungry,” she said, smirking.  “And yes, it was.”

She walked back into the party, and ran into a group of guys.  “Hey, have you seen our friend David?” one of them (in a swan mask) asked.  “I think he was with you when we last saw him.”

“I’M IN HERE!” David screamed.  “I’M IN HERE, GUYS; HELP ME!”

The mouse shrugged.  “No idea,” she said.  “He was chatting me up but then he wandered off.  I think he spotted someone more attractive.

Another in the group, wearing a lace mask, laughed.  “That’s our David,” he said.  “C’mon guys, let’s look around the party for him.”

“NO!” David screamed.  But it was too late--his friends were gone.

The mouse sighed.  “Only I can hear you, silly,” she said.  “Now, I’m going to go home, and digest this meal.”

“Digest me?!” David screamed.  “No, don’t, please!”

The mouse ignored him.  She exited the party.

And inside her belly, a cheetah started to digest.