It’s was an exciting day for the colony.
The arena had a new rule: win five matches and the slaves will be free. They were all to the death, of course. And sometimes the slavers would pit two micen against one another while they have a victory streak just for fun. But then one day, it was revealed that six slaves had a four-win streak. One more win and they’re all home free.
That’s where Task Master Jerome had the idea of pitting them all against each other so only one can go free. It’s brilliant, tragic even! Would make for a great show!
But Slavelord Hector had another idea.
He made an announcement that All the slaves would be in the arena at the same time, but as a team. The rule was special. All they had to do was get to the exit…and leave. No one would stop them from their new life. Home free- if they had a home. The catch was?
There was a leona in the way.
Jerome laughed at the idea. A leona? Those things are unkillable, un-enslavable. How could they possibly get one to tag along? Let alone fit into the arena!
But Slavelord Hector was quick to remind him of the many titles he had. One of them was ‘Hector the Leona Tamer.’ He also made a rule for the event. That any slaver is also at risk of being preyed upon, so they can show up at their own risk.
Jerome didn’t want to go. He didn’t trust the leonas, even if Hector could somehow tame one. But his friend, his boss, convinced him…
Apparently, the leona was hot.

The Arena took up most of the floor of the main room. This house had been abandoned for at least a decade now, so the micen decided to turn it into a supercolony that housed almost a thousand of them. Many of them were slaves, obviously, but that’s what the Arena was for, to help cull them.
It was a big circle with many entrances, and two main gates. One of the main gates that lead directly into the arena proper was now blotted out by a crowd of micen. Jerome arrived just a little later than everyone else, he already had a spot reserved. Why were there so many micen at this gate when there were other entrances…wait…
He thought he saw a massive white tail.
It swayed quickly above the crowd and then back down.
Was that…a leona? That explains the crowd. Well, if she’s hot, he wants to see her sooner rather than later. But as he approached, Slavelord Hector grabbed his shoulder. “Hey, heeeey! There you are! Come on. The Arena is packed full, I think your seat is the last one.”
“I wanted to see the leona.”’ Jerome said.
“You’ll see my girl plenty enough when the game starts.” He said, pulling and dragging him away. “That crowd lucky she doesn’t roll over, she’d smoosh them all. Buuuuut it’s the only way they’re going to see her, and they closest they’re going to get to a leona without getting too close, if you know what I mean.”
“Is it true?” the Task Master asked, “Can a leona…?”
“Roll? Yes, all the time.”
“I mean-“
“Pipe down and step lively!” Said the Slavelord, “It’s a special occasion! Take this.” He placed a hat on the Task Master’s head. “Look important!”
He looked back again and could barely see a pink crop top that only covered the cat’s upper torso before his view was completely obscured. A shirt that doesn’t cover everything. He smirked. He’s looking forward to the show.

He sat in the chair, the audience roaring. He’d never seen them like this before. The main gate was covered by a blanket, and the seats above it were left vacant. Odd. What did Hector have planned?
Speaking of Hector, the brown furred micen stepped forward in his armor and ‘Sunday vest’ as he lifted up a large cone to his lips. “Welcome, welcome!” His voice boomed, “Are you all excited?” The crowd cheered. “Then let’s get it going! To my right, there are the slaves! Fighting for their freedom. Introducing, Team Slaaaaave… I couldn’t think of a good name, just open the gate!”
As his words rang, the gated entrance raised, revealing the six micen.
The audience cheered. Whether they hoped the slaves would make it out and be free or just wanted to see some action, Jerome couldn’t tell.
“First up! Ren Dofan!”
A tall, creamy colored micen stepped out. He had grey eyes and silvery hair, and kind of a mane down the back like a rattis. He was a rare, pet micen breed: a lion micen. His tail even had fur, and looked like a paintbrush at the end of it. He had muscles and…was just always the hero type.
Seriously, this guy would spare his opponents and always do the right thing. He hopes he is the first to get squashed. So boring! And always used a sword and shield.
He zoned out already, not paying attention to the names of the other micen as they were introduced. He was more focused on the gate that harbored the leona. He wondered what the gal would look like and the anticipation was eating him.
After all the micen were introduced, Hector announced. “And in the other corner! We have something all micen fear. A creature whose hunger is always unabaited! Someone who've, I personally saw, devoured a whole colony! The leona who fell in love with me! Felicia Catclaw!"
The gate began t open, but the leona got on her elbows and effortlessly smashed the gate and the gatehouse, shattering and destroying the seats above her! So that’s why they were empty.
Jerome’s mouth dropped.
This…leona was huge! She’s at the height of the Arena and she’s lying down?
She was on her belly, her weight on her arms as she looked at all the slavers, then her blue eyes focused on the slaves. She grinned, revealing her sharp but perfect teeth as she licked over them!
Her blonde pigtails slapped against the sides of the walls, nearly hitting those sitting on the benches near her.
He noticed her chest, because of course he did, and on the pink of her shirt were the words: Micen go Here! With an arrow pointing to her bare belly.
Hector continued, “My girl here has done me and herself a favor by starving herself for one, count it, one whole hour to make space for these slaves. Remember! All they need to do is make it out of the exit and they’re home free. Felicia is only allowed to use her hands and mouth to attack. They only need to pass her hips. And if they can’t? Well, Felicia will introduce them to their new home, one where they needn’t pay any rent. Ain’t that right, big girl?”
Felicia was staring at the fighters, "I still can't believe you talked me into this. But then again, those slaves do look tasty."
"I got her!" The lion micen called. He held up his sword and shield. And he wants her attention so the others can escape. Her slowly approached her as the other micen fan around for her flanks.
Jerome rolled his eyes. Sooooo boring! Always the hero type!
Felicia responded quickly, by swiping an arm across the whole pit of the Arena, knocking over all the micen, including Ren who couldn’t lift his sword fast enough.
One micen dropped her weapons, a spear. Poor fool. Felicia noticed her as well and dipped her head in, clamping her lips around the rodent and lifting her head up with a loud slurp.
Felicia parted her lips for a moment as she sloshed the mouse around, and in that moment the audience could hear a cry of “Help!” Before a loud swallow!
The crowd roared and cheered at the micen’s demise.
“No!” Ren cried out. He then yelled to the others, “Run around her!” Before he charged in, sword raised. He was flung backwards as Felicia lowered a hand and flicked him. He raised his shield in time to not have his ribs broken, but he was no longer able to fight for the next few seconds.
The cat then focused her attention on one of the two groups of micen. She lifted and slammed an open hand on a group of two, pulling them from the ground and lifting them. She eagerly and quickly shoved them in her mouth and it looked like she was about to swallow until Hector called out.
“A show! Give us a show!”
She paused for a second, before opening her maw and revealing the two struggling slaves at her mercy. She moved her head slowly from side to side, letting everyone see the pour, insignificant snacks.
She then locked eyes with Jerome.
She was…so beautiful. The mouse was surprised. How could someone so…attractive be so cold and so cruel…it made him want her more. He couldn’t control his gaze. Her looked into her maw and saw the two micen…the two snack, crying and begging for help. She lifted her tongue, pushing them to the back of her throat as she swallowed both at the same time with a loud GLLKK!
Another cheer from the crowd raptured as Felicia winked at Jerome.
He was blushing, and he tipped his hat. How did Hector tame such a beast?
The cat’s ears perked and her eyes went wide. She turned her head to her hips where two micen were climbing her by grabbing onto fur from her exposed midriff. She went to reach for them, but that annoying Ren fellow charged in!
Felicia slammed a palm at Ren but missed as he dodged out of the way. He then slashed at her hand, cutting it!
The audience boo’d as Ren managed to cut Hector’s pet.
She batted him away, once more he protected himself with the shield. Jerome rolled his eyes. Just crush him already!
The cat reached back as one of the micen managed to climb her body and run across her a cheek of her rump towards freedom! The cat slapped a hand down and pressed him to her short-cut jeans, before dragging him and tossing him towards her open maw.
“Ren! Help!” He cried when he landed on the leona’s tongue.
Another gulp, another cheer.
Hector’s voice rang out, “Ohhh! So close!”
She then batted the second micen off her body, unable to hold onto her fur. She inspected him as he whimpered and hid his face from her.
“P-please.” He squeaked, “I just…I just want to go home.”
“Well, this is your new home.” She said softly, rolling onto her side and pointing to her belly.
By just looking at Felicia, Jerome just wished he was taller. He even had a traitorous thought. If he usurped Slavelord Hector, would she be his pet? As he admired her body, he saw something that would terrify a micen to their core: bumps coming from her stomach. The micen inside were still alive! Trying to make her sick
This should scare Jerome, but he felt pleased. Lousy slaves deserved it!
“N-no!” The mouse said while ceaselessly shaking, “I don’t want to be eaten!”
“It’s happening, whether you like it or not. But I can be gentle.” She leaned to the mouse and said, “Easy way? Or the hard way?” She made a clack of her pearly white teeth.
“Run!” The hero micen called.
The mouse, either brave or defeated, stood up. His head was down, his steps were slow. The audience stopped cheering, watching as the mouse accepted his fate. The only noise was Ren shouting, “NO!” And charging in to play hero.
The slave Felicia is granting mercy to had his eyes closed, perhaps even sobbing lightly? Jerome couldn’t tell. Either way, he approached the open maw as the white cat was pushing Ren away. The slave was hesitant when he got to the teeth, but Felicia slunk her tongue out like a red carpet, making it easier to climb in.
“Get away from him!” Ren cried out.
It was too late. The mouse climbed inside the maw as the lips shut neatly behind him, sealing him inside.
Ren did something that surprised even Jerome. He dropped his weapons and rushed to the lips, attempting to pry it open. Felicia moved her head to Hector, allowing her lips to part and revealing the slave close to the throat. Ren climbed in and grabbed the foot of the mouse, “Stop this!” He demanded the leona.
It didn’t mean anything.
With a simple, but powerful swallow, the first micen slid down the throat; Ren’s grip slipping due to the leg being drenched in saliva. Hector clapped, laughing at Ren’s failure to save any of his colleagues. The audience followed with a cheer.
“Damn you!” Ren screamed as she lifted a hand up and scratched the leona’s palette.
The cat let out a surprised “Ah!” the corners of the mouth turned to a smile. She tilted her head back, with with a loud, open mouth swallow, she sent Ren down without so much as a yelp from the mouse.
The crowd cheered and chanted her name.
Jerome’s eyes went back to looking at her body, specifically the place that is currently storing all the micen for a steady digestion. Hector must be either really lucky, or really powerful to have tamed such a voracious and yet beautiful creature.
“Mmm…” The cat’s voice rang, “They were delicious, but… I think I have room for one more.”
Riiiiight. The denizens were warned before coming to the Arena that the cat could pick one or two of the crowd to top her off if she wanted. Any mouse unlucky enough to be picked didn’t get to complain since they knew the risk.
“Where is that one I saw earlier?” She asked as she looked around the crowd.
Wait, what did she say?
Was there someone she looked at in the crowd? She means Hector, right? Wait…!
He realized his answer at the same time Felicia spotted him.
Him!
She winked at him!
He felt hands grab onto his arms and shoulders as Felicia got closer to him. “What?” He could hardly believe it. This is a prank, right? “No! Let go of me!”
They did let go, not because he was ordered to, but because the shadow of a hand was over him. He managed only a single step before two large fingers plucked him from the stands. He looked at Hector, hoping he’d call it off. He wouldn’t let Felicia eat his second in command, would he?
But he saw his face, his smile, his clapping and cheering.
He was dragged away, causing him to squirm. He felt like he was falling! He wished he was falling! If he were, it’d be a better death than what was about to come!
“Get away from me!” He said as he fingers curled into a fist with him inside. He could hear and feel his heart beating in his chest. What’s going on? Is this happening?
When they parted, it revealed her lips. And when those parted, it revealed her teeth. And when the teeth parted? It revealed a maw, a tongue and a flexing throat. Warm air brushed passed him as her tongue slunk out and licked at his leg.
He kicked at her tongue, at her teeth!
This is surreal, this can’t be happening!
She’s going to eat him.
“H-Hector! This isn’t funny! Tell her to stop!”
She is his pet, right?
Her tongue slipped down and lifted up, pinning his shin to her top row of teeth. Her lips then closed around his leg and she began to slurp him in. Soon, his lower body was in her mouth, his rump on her tongue, his hands on her upper lip. He thought for a moment that he could claw her, scratch her open. But he was between her teeth, she could bite him in half.
Her hand abandoned him and he felt her head tilt back and her teeth part! He fell in past her fangs as she gently bit down, leaving only his hands from her lips. He grasped them, as if there was by some miracle something to hold onto and pull himself free.
Her mouth was dark, humid and disgusting!
Already, he could feel his lower body getting soaked in that disgusting fluid.
Another slurp and he was fully into the mouth he found so entertaining. He felt the smooth tongue under him slide him into a cheek, and he heard… he heard cheering?! Cheering?! She’s eating him! He’s not a slave! He’s loyal and they’re enjoying the show?
The tongue withdrew him from the cheek and he felt his legs hover over an abyss. Her throat! No no no! He felt something fall off his head and he could see the hat lie on the tongue. The hat…the hat that Hector gave him! Hector was the one who had this whole idea! The one that convinced him to join! Hector planned this!
Light shined through as she opened her mouth and he head a rush of air run passed him! A loud belch rang thought his ears and he saw the hat fly out of her mouth. The crowd laughed.
Damn them. Damn them all!
He felt her head tip back and the tongue raise. He reached up for the uvula that dangled above him and snagged it with both hands…and it slipped from his grasp immediately! Why was it so wet?!
He slipped directly into her gullet, causing her to pipe up in surprise and reflexively…
GULP!

Tight flesh held him steady as he felt himself squeezed downward. He could hear her breathing, he could hear- no, feel her heartbeat as he slithered down the insides of her chest. Eaten. Eaten! He was devoured like some lowly slave! He felt so small, no amount of struggling could remove his arms that were pinned together above his head as he slithered deeper into her.
There was a sick form of relief when he entered into her belly proper. The suffocating tightness of her esophagus released him into a wider chamber. That was the only good thing about it.
The first thing he noticed was the noise. Loud gurgles and sloshes and crying. Lots and lots of crying and shouting and begging as the slaves were trapped inside her stomach. The stench was the second thing that hit him. He finally got to breathe and now it’s just awful and stung his nose! As for what he saw? Who could’ve guessed! All those slaves were cramped together. The first that was eaten was way in the back of the stomach, near whatever you call the hole that sends for deeper; the others were in order of consumption. A few struggled, a few held their head in their hands and wept knowing full well they are food for the leona.
The sac was also hot and humid as all hell, worse than even the mouth. And it was cramped. He was forced against, sigh, Ren the Hero.
“Guys!” Ren called, “We can get out, we can get through this! We just need to make her sick! She’ll cough us up!”
The stomach wall to Jerome’s left suddenly pressed in, squeezing all the micen. It began to move towards the other side of the stomach, then back to him, then the other side. Is she…rubbing her belly?
Her voice boomed all around them and her stomach walls vibrated gently as she spoke, “Mmm! Yummy micen… So delicious… So full…”
He looked around and from what he could see, there was barely any room in here. She had a full stomach and she still ate him? This is just further proof that it was all Hector’s idea!
Ren pushed back against the pink wall that pressed him in, causing another moan, and more power behind the rub, pushing Ren against him! Aside from the grunt the hero slave made, he could swear that the crowd outside were still cheering.
The leona spoke once more, “And that last one was sooo delicious. What was his name?”
“Jerome.” Hector’s voice was barely audible.
“Jerome?” Ren said, his head turning and facing the slaver, “You bastard.” He swung a fist and smacked Jerome in the chin, causing him to fall against the stomach wall. Before he could react, Ren threw another punch! And kick!
“Ohhh! I think they’re fighting in there.”
The stomach clenched against as Felicia pressed her palm against her belly. Then the stomach sloshed to and fro. Was she…moving her hips? She was putting on a show for all the others! As he was being assaulted inside her?
“Gimme a kiss, darling!” Hector’s voice called.
“Okay.” Felicia said, unenthused.
The stomach went topsy turvy as she leaned forward, causing all the micen and other thick liquids to slide and fall on each other.
A loud smooch was heard, followed by an Urrrp! As more air escaped. The crowd laughed, probably at Hector since he was so close to her lips.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, all of you! It was funny. Come on darling, I got a chair just for you.”
The stomach violently moved more as Felicia stood up. Another slave was on top of him, one of the women. More shaking, but in a pattern, accompanied with thuds. She’s walking!
The liquids around him were sloshing with every step as he found it hard to breathe. It was more than just one slave on him. They were all on him! He was close to the deeper end of the stomach. One slave was sitting on him, another was standing on his knees.
Some swallows were heard. Jerome was hoping it would be that shit head, Hector, but instead cold water fell in and pooled around everyone. Ren grabbed the youngest fo the slaves and lifted him up to the top of the stomach as water filled it, as if buying the slave a few more moments of life mattered. Jerome tried to keep his head up, but the other slaves began panicking and pushing each other. They kept knocking his head and body the surface of the liquids!
More swallows, more water, more fighting.
Now Jerome couldn’t breathe, and instead he could only hear muffled gurgles and cries. He tried to get the slaves off of him, slapping around, hitting the pink walls of the leona’s belly in his mad attempts to also stay alive for a few more moments. The last thing he heard before passing out and away was one last…



Urp! Felicia let out a final belch as she set down her drink. She was in a cushioned chair, with Hector giving orders to more slaves to climb on and give her tummy rubs. Good. And because they’re slaves, Felicia was allowed to eat any of them if she felt any bit puckish. She purred as the micen inside were struggling, kicking and screaming. Fools. She had much bigger meals.
As new slaves were climbing around, Felicia smiled.
She loved being a leona.