Late Night Snack
Late Night Snack
By Leon Leonardo
Sara grumbled as she stared at the empty fridge. Nothing left to eat yet again--not even leftovers. The short, pink tabby-cat tapped her footpaw on the floor a few times before closing the fridge door. The kitchen went dark as she padded away towards the door, making her way down the hallway and up the stairs back to her bedroom. She could just see the glow of her computer monitor through the open door of her room, but stopped short at the door next to hers when she heard a sleepy groan.
Peeking in through the door, she caught sight another tabby rolling over in his bed, this one grey with black tiger stripes. Leon looked like he was having a dream, and a relatively active one at that, since he was now rolling back into his original place. Sara watched him for a moment, lowering a paw down to her belly as it grumbled.
"Oh... why not," she mumbled to herself as she snuck into Leon's room and closed the door behind her. "It'll stop my belly from keeping me up all night long."
It was dark in the room now, the only light being a bit of illumination from the streetlamps outside the house. Lowering herself down onto all four of her paws, she slowly began to creep closer to Leon's bed. And as she did, her body began to grow and elongate, until she passed into a shadow and vanished from view. When she reappeared, a smallish feral dragon was moving in her place. She was about the size of a small horse now, with a deep red and scaly hide.
The cat-turned-dragon continued to sneak up to Leon's bed, until her head and elongated neck were hovering over the snoozing cat's form. Her eyes glanced over her soon-to-be "meal" and she licked her lips. Using a forepaw to lift away what blankets were still on him, Sara lowered her head down to Leon's footpaws and gave each pad a lick. He wiggled his toes a little and murmured something unintelligible, but otherwise stayed asleep. Now that she knew that he was really sleeping, she grinned for a moment before parting her muzzle and scooping up his feet into her maw. She tasted them for a moment, and then slid her head northwards and up legs, until his feet just touched the back of her throat.
At that moment she swallowed softly and moved her head forward again, easily taking his footpaws into her throat. Having pulled this off without waking the sleeping feline, she swallowed once more, moving her head further up his body. She repeated this several times, all the while slicking up his fur with saliva using her tongue, until his midriff was just outside her maw. She paused here for a moment, considering whether or not she should have a little fun with him. But in the end she decided not to, since he would likely wake up and make her stop altogether.
Putting her forepaws up on the bedrail, Sara slid closer to the cat and gave a hardy swallow, pulling Leon in to his waist. Swallowing again, his hips soon vanished into her throat as his belly slipped into her muzzle. Then she swallowed once again, and his belly slid neatly into her throat after his hips. She continued this slow and steady pace, enjoying the larger part of her "meal" over the course of around five minutes.
Finally she came up to his under arms, and had to stop to pull what was left of the cat down the length of the bed a small ways, so that she could get his arms to point up past his head. This accomplished, and all four paws once again on the floor, she raised the midriff of her swollen neck so that her head was pointed downwards, and began to swallow again. Inch by inch, the last of Leon was slowly pulled into her throat by her shallow gulps. As his head vanished into her maw, she gave his face a few light licks, smiling around the cat's arms at the thought of what Leon's reaction might be if he were to wake at this moment.
Lifting her head up, Sara began her slow and steady swallowing again, inching the feline into her throat as slowly as she could. Eventually, after nearly another couple of minutes, Leon's twitching fingers slid past her lips and into her maw. She left her muzzle open for a moment, pointing her head straight up in the air...before shutting it with a click of her teeth and giving the cat one last, big gulp. Stretching out over the floor, she closed her eyes as she mentally followed his progress through her body, as he slipped past her collar bone and vanished, then reappeared a moment later as a large bulge in her belly. Sara licked her lips a few times and looked around at the room with a satisfied smirk.
She yawned suddenly and her eyes became droopy, and mumbled, "And now... to finally get to sleep..."
She crawled up onto Leon's bed, the metal frame creaking a little with the weight, and curled up into a tight ball around her distended stomach. She gave it a few licks, smirking again as she nodded off.
***
Several hours later, just as the sunlight was beginning to enter the room, the bulge in Sara's stomach began to move ever-so-slightly. Inside, Leon smacked his gums sleepily and started to stretch, but paused when he realized he couldn't. He mewed a little and opened his eyes, pressing his paws out against the moist walls around him. He blinked a few times, and then frowned as he pressed a little harder.
"Oh come on..." he grumbled as he gave the walls of the stomach a small push. "Who ate me this time?"
He wiggled some in the stomach, trying to rock it a little as he pushed again. "Sara? Is that you? Let me out, dang it! I don't want to spend all morning cooped up in here!"
Outside of the stomach, Sara continued to sleep, oblivious to the pleas of the cat inside of her. She shifted a little , another satisfied smirk on her muzzle as she slept on to the early hours of the afternoon, her head resting against her shifting, and full, stomach.