Finally finsihed my side of the trade with Gameboy121. He did a pic of Leo the bat-killing dragonite that I thought was wonderful. He wanted a story about Jerry losing a bet to Tom, resulting in the mouse having to tend to Tom's feet before the cat swallows him whole! As far as the ending, poor Tom can never win a guess!
Everything was starting to go Tom’s way.
Jerry, the stupid, irritating mouse, didn’t have the wits to beat him in one of the easiest bets that the large cat had ever won. Earlier in the day as Tom was trying to capture the troublesome mouse, he had Jerry cornered. Not wanting to finally end up Tom’s snack, Jerry, through the typical elaborate body language that the two of them always used to communicate, bet that there was no way Tom would be able to eat ALL the food in his owner’s fridge.
Tom, being the casual glutton that he was, wasn’t about to be shown up by some small vermin. So he took it, and won with flying colors. It was the end of the week, and his owner had intended to go to the grocery store later in the day, so there wasn’t much food for him to eat. Of course, it was still a LOT of food for the cat, and he had the massive paunch and the belches to prove it.
After seeing the cat win the bet with ease, Jerry kicked the ground in fury, his little mouse legs kicking up small bits of dust as he scrunched his cute little face in fury. Watching the mouse from the kitchen, Tom stood upright on two feet, shamelessly showing off his victory gut to the mouse. There was no reason that Jerry couldn’t run back into his hole in the wall and forget about the whole thing and leave a furious Tom to digest all the garbage he ate alone, but that wouldn’t have been very fun at all.
Now the winner of the bet, Tom knew exactly what he was going to do to Jerry.
He was going to swallow him whole! But not before having a fun time with the mouse with his feet.
Sure, the arrogant, dim-witted cat was known for trying to capture Jerry, but with every other creature he encountered that he could turn into food, he had a perfect record. It wasn’t as if his owner never fed him, but where was the fun in eating food that didn’t run from you or that wasn’t alive? He’d lost track of the amount of rats, bats, squirrels that had met their end in his belly. Even crows were on his menu too. But somehow, the damn mouse always managed to beat him.
Every time Tom tried to eat Jerry it always backfired somehow, but not this time. This time he had a fool-proof plan.
Tom rubbed his belly in anticipation, curling his toes as well.
His owner had a bottle of odorless sleeping medicine. They didn’t use it very often, so there was very little chance that they would notice any of it was missing. He wouldn’t need that much anyway. All he needed was enough to knock out a pesky mouse.
The time was near. Jerry would be coming out of his home shortly, so he needed to act fast. Dipping a finger in the bottle, Tom leaned over and coated his toes in the medicine. He was probably putting on way too much, but it was better to be safe than sorry with the mouse. He wiggled his three toes, chuckling to himself as he imagined what would be happening in just a few minutes.
A nice foot rub and then a snack. What more could a cat ask for?
Tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched the mouse sigh, knowing very well that Jerry was dreading what he now had to do. The cat smirked, showing some teeth as he pointed to his feet with a paw digit, wiggling his toes tauntingly as Jerry slowly and shamefully approached the cat’s massive feet. Even considering that Tom was a larger than normal cat, his feet were quite large. They were white like his paws, and he had three toes on each foot. Each toe was almost the size of Jerry’s whole body.
As Jerry approached, Tom plopped his rump down on the floor, leaning against a living room chair. He gestured to his feet with his paw, showing Jerry where to go for the massage.
The mouse frowned, balling his paws in fists at the sight of the happy cat above him. As much as the mouse was surely dreading his punishment, Tom wanted to start his nemesis out well. The cat’s foot came crashing down on the mouse, leaving a surprised Jerry letting out a squeak. The squeak was enough to cause Tom to throw back his head in laughter.
Oh my God! Tom thought, wiping the tears of laughter off his eyes. Oh! The stupid mouse didn’t even see that coming!
The cat raised his massive foot up, and Jerry was stuck to his sole. Snickering, Tom brushed the mouse off his foot, plopping the little rodent back down on the floor.
Jerry was undoubtedly seeing stars from the sudden stomp from Tom, but he had a job to do. So he shook his head clear, using his whole little body in the effort. He looked up at the cat angrily again, but Tom had his eyes to the ceiling, smiling in a “I don’t know what happened” kind of way.
You like that, Jerry? Good, because things are only going to get worse for you now. Oh, I just hope that you’re not completely asleep by the time you settle in my stomach!
Recovered from the foot to his whole body, Jerry shook it off, tightening his paw fists as he took a deep breath, looking at the massive cat as if to say “let’s just get this over with”, and approached the massive pair of white feet.
Tom wiggled his toes, knowing that he had the mouse right where he wanted him. Their agreement only meant that Jerry had to massage his feet, but Tom never just settled for a massage when it came to his feet. He needed licks too.
He caught Jerry’s eyeing him nervously, with the mouse lowering his body in terror as Tom licked his lips. But what could he do? He lost the bet fair and square. Besides, things between the two of them only ever ended in one way. The mouse always won.
Reluctantly, the mouse raised his paws up, getting his first touch of the cat’s feet. They were round and plump, especially to a creature as small as Jerry. Each toe was nearly the size of his whole body! But that wasn’t going to stop him. He had just been stomped by the cat. Perhaps the worst was over.
Tom moaned as he felt Jerry’s paws go to work on his toes. His large toes needed a lot of work, and the longer he could torture the little mouse, the better.
Ahhhh this is perfect. This is as good an ending for the stupid mouse as he deserves. Me forcing him to serve my feet. Perfect! He’ll join all the birds, rats, bats, and other stupid creatures who have had the pleasure of serving my feet before ending up in my belly!
He allowed himself to close his eyes and relax. What was going to happen? Jerry wasn’t going to run away. The stupid rodent never skimped out on a bet before, and no way Jerry knew about his plan to put him to sleep. Tom closed his eyes, sighing in bliss as Jerry rubbed his little paws all over his toes.
Jerry, on the other hand, was NOT enjoying himself. Having to rub his nemesis’s feet was not something he enjoyed. The cat had massive feet, and the mouse had to pretty much get right up against them in order to rub Tom’s toes. He frowned at the thought of what Tom was still thinking of doing to him. He already stomped him, so what we next? Licking his feet? Jerry made a gagging noise, scrunching up his mousey face. He didn’t want to think about it. If Tom could see the look on his face and figure out what the mouse was thinking about, that was as good as outright asking Tom to do something worse to him.
But that didn’t have to be all.
Jerry smirked to himself. Sure, he was being forced to rub Tom’s feet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t work some of his normal schemes into his punishment. With that in mind, the mouse brought his paws back on Tom’s toes, rubbing the edges of his middle toe, moving back and forth rhythmically as he did. Tom moaned as he did, which made Jerry smile.
Keep enjoying it, you awful cat. You may have won the bet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t win some of the following battles.
After working through his middle toe on his right foot, he moved onto his right toe, rubbing the round thing all over with his short mousey arms, still trying not to get closer to the large feet than was necessary. The massive cat moaned again, wiggling his toes in both pleasure and with the intent to tease the mouse. Jerry didn’t appreciate it. So an idea came into his head, and he couldn’t help but smile. What he was thinking about wasn’t exactly appealing to him, but it would give him a wonderful result.
The little mouse leaned in close to the cat’s middle toe and opened his mouth wide, and shut it as if he were gnawing on a delicious piece of cheese.
CRUNCH!
“YEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!”
Tom’s hand instantly went to his foot, and he flew several feet into the air as he cried out in pain. Both paws were clutched on his foot, his face stuck in a pained wince as he fell back down onto his rump, swinging his foot around as if trying to kick the pain away.
All the while, Jerry watched the scene from the floor and fell down in laughter. It was a classic scene, even if it resulted in the mouse having the taste of one of Tom’s toes on his tongue. It tasted awful, but he didn’t care. Seeing Tom shoot up and almost hit his head against the ceiling was well worth it.
When the pain finally went away, Tom furrowed his angry face at the mouse. He could have slapped himself for next expecting the mouse to pull a trick like that. He frowned, showing his teeth at him as Jerry kicked his little legs as he was still rolling in laughter.
Very well, stupid mouse. Tom thought. Enjoy it while you can, because you don’t have much of it left. I hope you liked the taste of my toe, because it’s the last thing that you’re ever going to taste. No more cheese for you. Hmmm I think it’s about time you tasted a lot more than just a single toe. Otherwise, how will the sleeping medicine do its work?
A whole new kind of look grew on Tom’s face. Jerry saw it instantly, and had to fight the urge to cower away. Jerry couldn’t help but remember the stomp from earlier. Now the big cat was eyeing him hungrily. Tom smiled, slipped his tongue out and dragging it across his lips, then pointed to his toes that were splayed out for the mouse. He repeated the dragging of his tongue one more time, leveling his feet out for the mouse to make the meaning of the gesture more obvious.
Jerry winced, knowing what Tom was telling him to do.
That’s right, vermin. You’re going to lick my feet. I hope they taste good, because they’ll be the last thing you taste.
Tom crossed his arms smugly over his chest, taking the pleasure to lean back in his seat as he was forcing a new task on the mouse.
The conflict inside of Jerry was obvious. The mouse REALLY didn’t want to lick Tom’s feet. They did NOT taste good. But if it meant that his punishment for losing the bet would be over quicker, than it was worth it to just plow through it.
With pain clear in his eyes, Jerry grabbed Tom’s right foot and opened his mouth wide, slowly letting his tongue fall out and make contact with one of the cat’s toes.
Tom let out a loud moan, which only humiliated Jerry more. Yeah, Jerry imagined that having your feet licked felt amazing, but HE didn’t want to be the one doing the licking! He tried to phase Tom’s intentionally loud moans of bliss by just shutting his eyes and quickly dragging his tongue across the top of the toes, going down in between them until he was set in an up-down-up-down rhythm with his licking.
Ahhh, Tom’s tongue fell out of his mouth, to Jerry’s annoyance. That small tongue is HEAVENLY on my toes.
In his bliss, Tom had almost forgotten about the sleeping medicine he had coated his toes with. He could feel Jerry’s slobber covering all of two of his toes. The little mouse was onto the third one on his right foot, meaning that the mouse definitely had already ingested enough of the medicine for him to soon feel the effects.
Go to sleep, mousey. Tom snickered. But not before getting to ALL of my toes. Oh, this is way better than the time I made that fruit bat suck my toes. Booooooy he was tasty.
Looking down at his feet, Jerry’s eyes were shut closed, clearly not enjoying what he had to do. He had a strong disgusted look on his face as he moved on to Tom’s third toe on his right foot.
He stuck his little mouse face in between the toes, getting his wet tongue deep in there so Tom would be happy. Jerry could taste anything of the medicine that would soon be putting him to sleep. He wasn’t expecting it at all. Tom had never done that to any other animal he had eaten before, and the idea of Tom finally eating him for good was not on his mind at all.
He opened his mouth as far as it would go, extending his tongue as much as his mouth would let him so he wouldn’t have to put his face against the cat’s massive foot. He dragged his tongue along the next toe, closing his eyes again as he did. The taste of Tom’s foot was strong in his mouth, and he did NOT like it. The only thing helping him get though the moment was knowing that he was now halfway done with the licking.
As Jerry walked away from Tom’s right foot, the cat raised it up, wiggling his toes and admiring the work that the mouse had done. There was an amusing layer of visible drool across his toes. The sight made Tom smile wickedly. There was no way there was still any medicine left on his right foot.
Now time for my left foot, stupid mouse! Tom could feel his stomach start to rumble. Thankfully Jerry didn’t notice, since that might have tipped him off to the plan. Either way, he was soon going to be sleeping like a log. Come on, just one more tasty foot for you before its gurgling time!
Tom cruelly shoved his foot against Jerry, almost causing him to fall down. The mouse let out a yip as he was shoved back. Once the initial shock was over, he shot the cat another frustrated look.
The cat smirked to himself. Despite finally about to be the winner of their long feud, he was going to miss the pesky rodent.
But it’s a cat’s job to eat mice. Nothing he could do to change that.
Jerry’s mouth opened wide again, as he took a mouthful of toe in. The mouse groaned in displeasure as his tongue began to do what it had done to the other foot. His tongue went up and down again, all the way down to the base of the toe, leaving a trail of drool.
Tom lifted his right foot in the air and brought it down over the mouse’s head, shoving it down to his sole. The command was obvious: don’t ignore my sole! Jerry fearfully accepted, coating the middle of his foot in mouse drool just like the toes.
That was when Jerry started to feel it.
He didn’t make the connection. He didn’t think Tom would drug him, but he WAS feeling the effects. His head began to feel heavy, and he was having trouble lifting it enough to get to work on the two other toes on the cat’s left foot. His arms and legs began to feel numb, and he began to wobble back and forth on his little feet. He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t want Tom to see him struggling. He didn’t want the cat to have any more of a reason to toy with him.
But Tom was seeing everything. He was covering his smirking face with a paw as he watched the mouse start to feel the effects of his plan. The cat had to fight the urge to grab the mouse and swallow him then and there, but knew better. If Jerry was still conscious while he ate him, the mouse would surely find a way to escape, and the cat had come too far to allow that to happen. Also the urge for him to stomp the mouse under his foot and knocking him out clean that way was just as tempting, but he was having too much fun watching the mouse try to fight the sleep.
Jerry stumbled over, his body now slumped up against Tom’s foot as if it were a giant pillow. His mouth was open, and it was as if Jerry had now lost control of his tongue. It was shoved up against Tom’s middle toe, and a line of drool was coming out of his mouth as if he were already knocked out.
The cat moved his foot a little, so he could watch Jerry succumb to the medicine. The mouse had no shot. His eyelids were flickering, showing that he was doing everything he could to stay awake. In the next second, the mouse’s body fell limp against Tom’s left foot, his eyes closed and mouth open. His little arms were caught between his middle and left toes, as if he were hugging them or he had been in the middle of giving them a massage.
Tom smiled, all teeth like the Cheshire Cat. This was it. This was the moment he had finally been waiting for.
Yes! Yes! Tom got back up on two feet, starting to do a victory dance. This is what I have been waiting for! This is it! I’m FINALLY going to eat that dang mouse once and for all, and there’s nothing he can do about it! Oh! My stomach is going to be SO happy in the next few minutes.
Tom gave himself a moment to allow himself to continue his victory dance. He kicked his feet around as he swung his hips and pounded his fists in the air. He knew that to anyone watching, the scene would look like some kind of funny cartoon, but this was no cartoon! Cartoons didn’t kill off characters, and Jerry was definitely about to be killed off.
Tom loomed over Jerry’s limp body, smacking his chops and even letting some drool fall to the floor. It was funny. Now it was HIS time to slobber up!
The cat picked up the mouse. Jerry was fast asleep, with soft, clueless breaths. Tom laughed to himself as he shook Jerry furiously in his paw.
Nothing happened. The mouse was fast asleep.
He wouldn’t be waking up. Or, if he did, it would be inside a place that was dark, wet, and probably smelly.
Oh well, we had a lot of good times, didn’t we Jerry? Tom thought as he raised the poor mouse to his face. Yeah, we sure did. Anyway, all good things must come to an end. You were there when I ate those birds, those bats, a few fish, a couple lizards, and even a frog! But now, it’s your turn to be eaten. And just like all of those creatures, you are NOT coming back.
Tom gave the sleeping Jerry one last look as he raised the mouse high in the air and dangled him over his open mouth. Since Jerry was asleep, you would have no problem controlling where he was to drop the mouse.
He opened his fingers, and the mouse fell.
Tom opened his mouth wide and…
SLAM!
The cat shut his mouth closed! Now Jerry was on the middle of Tom’s tongue, right where he wanted him to be. Tom’s mouth was formed into a closed-mouth smile, as he now knew what to do next. He began sloshing the mouse around in his mouth like a piece of food, slamming him up against the roof of his mouth and against his teeth on both side of his mouth, and even under his tongue. And like a piece of candy, Tom started to suck the mouse to get every last bit of his delicious taste, and boy was he TASTY!
Mmmmmmm! My tongue has known good taste like this only a few times before! You’re a tasty one, Jerry, but I must move on. Don’t worry about me, there are still many more mice in the world left to eat.
And at that thought, Tom sloshed the mouse over the back of his tongue, raised his head up and-
GULP!
Tom put a paw-digit on his throat, dragging it down his neck as the bulge that was Jerry slipped down his esophagus, passed his chest before finally settling down into his waiting stomach.
He did it. He FINALLY did it!
There was no movement in his gut. Jerry was doomed. He was doomed as a piece of catnip. That was it. That was the end!
Or so Tom thought…
The next thing the cat knew, he was laying down on his bed and opening his eyes. His head was heavy from sleep, and he let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms.
Then he remembered his dream.
Huh? What was that? Was that not real?
Tom’s face drooped. The fact that he had just dreamed his number one fantasy was one of the biggest disappointments of his life. Sure, he had dreamed about eating Jerry before, but none felt so real as that one.
Why did I dream that today? He wondered, amidst his horrible disappointment. What was different?
He remembered the answer to that as he saw the very much still alive Jerry standing a foot away from him, looking smug as a snake with his arms crossed over his chest. He remembered that he didn’t win the bet. He had lost horribly! He couldn’t get through half the food in the fridge before rushing to the bathroom and letting it all out. It was one of the most humiliating losses of his life, and Jerry witnessed the whole thing!
And because he had lost the bet, he had to do whatever the mouse wanted.
And the mouse wanted HIM to before the one to pamper HIS feet.
It seemed he had dreamed only to forget the disappointing reality.
Maybe hope is not lost. Tom thought, looking at the smirking Jerry. We will have more bets in the future, and there’s no way that mouse won’t end up in my belly someday for real!
It was like Jerry could read Tom’s thoughts. The mouse just laughed, shaking his head condescendingly as he took a seat against the wall and splayed out his toes for Tom to care for.
With a heavy sigh, and a little hope for the future, Tom got down on all fours and began to rub Jerry’s feet, also using his tongue to lick the mouse’s feet.
Oh well, at least his feet are delicious.
Everything was starting to go Tom’s way.
Jerry, the stupid, irritating mouse, didn’t have the wits to beat him in one of the easiest bets that the large cat had ever won. Earlier in the day as Tom was trying to capture the troublesome mouse, he had Jerry cornered. Not wanting to finally end up Tom’s snack, Jerry, through the typical elaborate body language that the two of them always used to communicate, bet that there was no way Tom would be able to eat ALL the food in his owner’s fridge.
Tom, being the casual glutton that he was, wasn’t about to be shown up by some small vermin. So he took it, and won with flying colors. It was the end of the week, and his owner had intended to go to the grocery store later in the day, so there wasn’t much food for him to eat. Of course, it was still a LOT of food for the cat, and he had the massive paunch and the belches to prove it.
After seeing the cat win the bet with ease, Jerry kicked the ground in fury, his little mouse legs kicking up small bits of dust as he scrunched his cute little face in fury. Watching the mouse from the kitchen, Tom stood upright on two feet, shamelessly showing off his victory gut to the mouse. There was no reason that Jerry couldn’t run back into his hole in the wall and forget about the whole thing and leave a furious Tom to digest all the garbage he ate alone, but that wouldn’t have been very fun at all.
Now the winner of the bet, Tom knew exactly what he was going to do to Jerry.
He was going to swallow him whole! But not before having a fun time with the mouse with his feet.
Sure, the arrogant, dim-witted cat was known for trying to capture Jerry, but with every other creature he encountered that he could turn into food, he had a perfect record. It wasn’t as if his owner never fed him, but where was the fun in eating food that didn’t run from you or that wasn’t alive? He’d lost track of the amount of rats, bats, squirrels that had met their end in his belly. Even crows were on his menu too. But somehow, the damn mouse always managed to beat him.
Every time Tom tried to eat Jerry it always backfired somehow, but not this time. This time he had a fool-proof plan.
Tom rubbed his belly in anticipation, curling his toes as well.
His owner had a bottle of odorless sleeping medicine. They didn’t use it very often, so there was very little chance that they would notice any of it was missing. He wouldn’t need that much anyway. All he needed was enough to knock out a pesky mouse.
The time was near. Jerry would be coming out of his home shortly, so he needed to act fast. Dipping a finger in the bottle, Tom leaned over and coated his toes in the medicine. He was probably putting on way too much, but it was better to be safe than sorry with the mouse. He wiggled his three toes, chuckling to himself as he imagined what would be happening in just a few minutes.
A nice foot rub and then a snack. What more could a cat ask for?
Tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched the mouse sigh, knowing very well that Jerry was dreading what he now had to do. The cat smirked, showing some teeth as he pointed to his feet with a paw digit, wiggling his toes tauntingly as Jerry slowly and shamefully approached the cat’s massive feet. Even considering that Tom was a larger than normal cat, his feet were quite large. They were white like his paws, and he had three toes on each foot. Each toe was almost the size of Jerry’s whole body.
As Jerry approached, Tom plopped his rump down on the floor, leaning against a living room chair. He gestured to his feet with his paw, showing Jerry where to go for the massage.
The mouse frowned, balling his paws in fists at the sight of the happy cat above him. As much as the mouse was surely dreading his punishment, Tom wanted to start his nemesis out well. The cat’s foot came crashing down on the mouse, leaving a surprised Jerry letting out a squeak. The squeak was enough to cause Tom to throw back his head in laughter.
Oh my God! Tom thought, wiping the tears of laughter off his eyes. Oh! The stupid mouse didn’t even see that coming!
The cat raised his massive foot up, and Jerry was stuck to his sole. Snickering, Tom brushed the mouse off his foot, plopping the little rodent back down on the floor.
Jerry was undoubtedly seeing stars from the sudden stomp from Tom, but he had a job to do. So he shook his head clear, using his whole little body in the effort. He looked up at the cat angrily again, but Tom had his eyes to the ceiling, smiling in a “I don’t know what happened” kind of way.
You like that, Jerry? Good, because things are only going to get worse for you now. Oh, I just hope that you’re not completely asleep by the time you settle in my stomach!
Recovered from the foot to his whole body, Jerry shook it off, tightening his paw fists as he took a deep breath, looking at the massive cat as if to say “let’s just get this over with”, and approached the massive pair of white feet.
Tom wiggled his toes, knowing that he had the mouse right where he wanted him. Their agreement only meant that Jerry had to massage his feet, but Tom never just settled for a massage when it came to his feet. He needed licks too.
He caught Jerry’s eyeing him nervously, with the mouse lowering his body in terror as Tom licked his lips. But what could he do? He lost the bet fair and square. Besides, things between the two of them only ever ended in one way. The mouse always won.
Reluctantly, the mouse raised his paws up, getting his first touch of the cat’s feet. They were round and plump, especially to a creature as small as Jerry. Each toe was nearly the size of his whole body! But that wasn’t going to stop him. He had just been stomped by the cat. Perhaps the worst was over.
Tom moaned as he felt Jerry’s paws go to work on his toes. His large toes needed a lot of work, and the longer he could torture the little mouse, the better.
Ahhhh this is perfect. This is as good an ending for the stupid mouse as he deserves. Me forcing him to serve my feet. Perfect! He’ll join all the birds, rats, bats, and other stupid creatures who have had the pleasure of serving my feet before ending up in my belly!
He allowed himself to close his eyes and relax. What was going to happen? Jerry wasn’t going to run away. The stupid rodent never skimped out on a bet before, and no way Jerry knew about his plan to put him to sleep. Tom closed his eyes, sighing in bliss as Jerry rubbed his little paws all over his toes.
Jerry, on the other hand, was NOT enjoying himself. Having to rub his nemesis’s feet was not something he enjoyed. The cat had massive feet, and the mouse had to pretty much get right up against them in order to rub Tom’s toes. He frowned at the thought of what Tom was still thinking of doing to him. He already stomped him, so what we next? Licking his feet? Jerry made a gagging noise, scrunching up his mousey face. He didn’t want to think about it. If Tom could see the look on his face and figure out what the mouse was thinking about, that was as good as outright asking Tom to do something worse to him.
But that didn’t have to be all.
Jerry smirked to himself. Sure, he was being forced to rub Tom’s feet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t work some of his normal schemes into his punishment. With that in mind, the mouse brought his paws back on Tom’s toes, rubbing the edges of his middle toe, moving back and forth rhythmically as he did. Tom moaned as he did, which made Jerry smile.
Keep enjoying it, you awful cat. You may have won the bet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t win some of the following battles.
After working through his middle toe on his right foot, he moved onto his right toe, rubbing the round thing all over with his short mousey arms, still trying not to get closer to the large feet than was necessary. The massive cat moaned again, wiggling his toes in both pleasure and with the intent to tease the mouse. Jerry didn’t appreciate it. So an idea came into his head, and he couldn’t help but smile. What he was thinking about wasn’t exactly appealing to him, but it would give him a wonderful result.
The little mouse leaned in close to the cat’s middle toe and opened his mouth wide, and shut it as if he were gnawing on a delicious piece of cheese.
CRUNCH!
“YEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!”
Tom’s hand instantly went to his foot, and he flew several feet into the air as he cried out in pain. Both paws were clutched on his foot, his face stuck in a pained wince as he fell back down onto his rump, swinging his foot around as if trying to kick the pain away.
All the while, Jerry watched the scene from the floor and fell down in laughter. It was a classic scene, even if it resulted in the mouse having the taste of one of Tom’s toes on his tongue. It tasted awful, but he didn’t care. Seeing Tom shoot up and almost hit his head against the ceiling was well worth it.
When the pain finally went away, Tom furrowed his angry face at the mouse. He could have slapped himself for next expecting the mouse to pull a trick like that. He frowned, showing his teeth at him as Jerry kicked his little legs as he was still rolling in laughter.
Very well, stupid mouse. Tom thought. Enjoy it while you can, because you don’t have much of it left. I hope you liked the taste of my toe, because it’s the last thing that you’re ever going to taste. No more cheese for you. Hmmm I think it’s about time you tasted a lot more than just a single toe. Otherwise, how will the sleeping medicine do its work?
A whole new kind of look grew on Tom’s face. Jerry saw it instantly, and had to fight the urge to cower away. Jerry couldn’t help but remember the stomp from earlier. Now the big cat was eyeing him hungrily. Tom smiled, slipped his tongue out and dragging it across his lips, then pointed to his toes that were splayed out for the mouse. He repeated the dragging of his tongue one more time, leveling his feet out for the mouse to make the meaning of the gesture more obvious.
Jerry winced, knowing what Tom was telling him to do.
That’s right, vermin. You’re going to lick my feet. I hope they taste good, because they’ll be the last thing you taste.
Tom crossed his arms smugly over his chest, taking the pleasure to lean back in his seat as he was forcing a new task on the mouse.
The conflict inside of Jerry was obvious. The mouse REALLY didn’t want to lick Tom’s feet. They did NOT taste good. But if it meant that his punishment for losing the bet would be over quicker, than it was worth it to just plow through it.
With pain clear in his eyes, Jerry grabbed Tom’s right foot and opened his mouth wide, slowly letting his tongue fall out and make contact with one of the cat’s toes.
Tom let out a loud moan, which only humiliated Jerry more. Yeah, Jerry imagined that having your feet licked felt amazing, but HE didn’t want to be the one doing the licking! He tried to phase Tom’s intentionally loud moans of bliss by just shutting his eyes and quickly dragging his tongue across the top of the toes, going down in between them until he was set in an up-down-up-down rhythm with his licking.
Ahhh, Tom’s tongue fell out of his mouth, to Jerry’s annoyance. That small tongue is HEAVENLY on my toes.
In his bliss, Tom had almost forgotten about the sleeping medicine he had coated his toes with. He could feel Jerry’s slobber covering all of two of his toes. The little mouse was onto the third one on his right foot, meaning that the mouse definitely had already ingested enough of the medicine for him to soon feel the effects.
Go to sleep, mousey. Tom snickered. But not before getting to ALL of my toes. Oh, this is way better than the time I made that fruit bat suck my toes. Booooooy he was tasty.
Looking down at his feet, Jerry’s eyes were shut closed, clearly not enjoying what he had to do. He had a strong disgusted look on his face as he moved on to Tom’s third toe on his right foot.
He stuck his little mouse face in between the toes, getting his wet tongue deep in there so Tom would be happy. Jerry could taste anything of the medicine that would soon be putting him to sleep. He wasn’t expecting it at all. Tom had never done that to any other animal he had eaten before, and the idea of Tom finally eating him for good was not on his mind at all.
He opened his mouth as far as it would go, extending his tongue as much as his mouth would let him so he wouldn’t have to put his face against the cat’s massive foot. He dragged his tongue along the next toe, closing his eyes again as he did. The taste of Tom’s foot was strong in his mouth, and he did NOT like it. The only thing helping him get though the moment was knowing that he was now halfway done with the licking.
As Jerry walked away from Tom’s right foot, the cat raised it up, wiggling his toes and admiring the work that the mouse had done. There was an amusing layer of visible drool across his toes. The sight made Tom smile wickedly. There was no way there was still any medicine left on his right foot.
Now time for my left foot, stupid mouse! Tom could feel his stomach start to rumble. Thankfully Jerry didn’t notice, since that might have tipped him off to the plan. Either way, he was soon going to be sleeping like a log. Come on, just one more tasty foot for you before its gurgling time!
Tom cruelly shoved his foot against Jerry, almost causing him to fall down. The mouse let out a yip as he was shoved back. Once the initial shock was over, he shot the cat another frustrated look.
The cat smirked to himself. Despite finally about to be the winner of their long feud, he was going to miss the pesky rodent.
But it’s a cat’s job to eat mice. Nothing he could do to change that.
Jerry’s mouth opened wide again, as he took a mouthful of toe in. The mouse groaned in displeasure as his tongue began to do what it had done to the other foot. His tongue went up and down again, all the way down to the base of the toe, leaving a trail of drool.
Tom lifted his right foot in the air and brought it down over the mouse’s head, shoving it down to his sole. The command was obvious: don’t ignore my sole! Jerry fearfully accepted, coating the middle of his foot in mouse drool just like the toes.
That was when Jerry started to feel it.
He didn’t make the connection. He didn’t think Tom would drug him, but he WAS feeling the effects. His head began to feel heavy, and he was having trouble lifting it enough to get to work on the two other toes on the cat’s left foot. His arms and legs began to feel numb, and he began to wobble back and forth on his little feet. He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t want Tom to see him struggling. He didn’t want the cat to have any more of a reason to toy with him.
But Tom was seeing everything. He was covering his smirking face with a paw as he watched the mouse start to feel the effects of his plan. The cat had to fight the urge to grab the mouse and swallow him then and there, but knew better. If Jerry was still conscious while he ate him, the mouse would surely find a way to escape, and the cat had come too far to allow that to happen. Also the urge for him to stomp the mouse under his foot and knocking him out clean that way was just as tempting, but he was having too much fun watching the mouse try to fight the sleep.
Jerry stumbled over, his body now slumped up against Tom’s foot as if it were a giant pillow. His mouth was open, and it was as if Jerry had now lost control of his tongue. It was shoved up against Tom’s middle toe, and a line of drool was coming out of his mouth as if he were already knocked out.
The cat moved his foot a little, so he could watch Jerry succumb to the medicine. The mouse had no shot. His eyelids were flickering, showing that he was doing everything he could to stay awake. In the next second, the mouse’s body fell limp against Tom’s left foot, his eyes closed and mouth open. His little arms were caught between his middle and left toes, as if he were hugging them or he had been in the middle of giving them a massage.
Tom smiled, all teeth like the Cheshire Cat. This was it. This was the moment he had finally been waiting for.
Yes! Yes! Tom got back up on two feet, starting to do a victory dance. This is what I have been waiting for! This is it! I’m FINALLY going to eat that dang mouse once and for all, and there’s nothing he can do about it! Oh! My stomach is going to be SO happy in the next few minutes.
Tom gave himself a moment to allow himself to continue his victory dance. He kicked his feet around as he swung his hips and pounded his fists in the air. He knew that to anyone watching, the scene would look like some kind of funny cartoon, but this was no cartoon! Cartoons didn’t kill off characters, and Jerry was definitely about to be killed off.
Tom loomed over Jerry’s limp body, smacking his chops and even letting some drool fall to the floor. It was funny. Now it was HIS time to slobber up!
The cat picked up the mouse. Jerry was fast asleep, with soft, clueless breaths. Tom laughed to himself as he shook Jerry furiously in his paw.
Nothing happened. The mouse was fast asleep.
He wouldn’t be waking up. Or, if he did, it would be inside a place that was dark, wet, and probably smelly.
Oh well, we had a lot of good times, didn’t we Jerry? Tom thought as he raised the poor mouse to his face. Yeah, we sure did. Anyway, all good things must come to an end. You were there when I ate those birds, those bats, a few fish, a couple lizards, and even a frog! But now, it’s your turn to be eaten. And just like all of those creatures, you are NOT coming back.
Tom gave the sleeping Jerry one last look as he raised the mouse high in the air and dangled him over his open mouth. Since Jerry was asleep, you would have no problem controlling where he was to drop the mouse.
He opened his fingers, and the mouse fell.
Tom opened his mouth wide and…
SLAM!
The cat shut his mouth closed! Now Jerry was on the middle of Tom’s tongue, right where he wanted him to be. Tom’s mouth was formed into a closed-mouth smile, as he now knew what to do next. He began sloshing the mouse around in his mouth like a piece of food, slamming him up against the roof of his mouth and against his teeth on both side of his mouth, and even under his tongue. And like a piece of candy, Tom started to suck the mouse to get every last bit of his delicious taste, and boy was he TASTY!
Mmmmmmm! My tongue has known good taste like this only a few times before! You’re a tasty one, Jerry, but I must move on. Don’t worry about me, there are still many more mice in the world left to eat.
And at that thought, Tom sloshed the mouse over the back of his tongue, raised his head up and-
GULP!
Tom put a paw-digit on his throat, dragging it down his neck as the bulge that was Jerry slipped down his esophagus, passed his chest before finally settling down into his waiting stomach.
He did it. He FINALLY did it!
There was no movement in his gut. Jerry was doomed. He was doomed as a piece of catnip. That was it. That was the end!
Or so Tom thought…
The next thing the cat knew, he was laying down on his bed and opening his eyes. His head was heavy from sleep, and he let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms.
Then he remembered his dream.
Huh? What was that? Was that not real?
Tom’s face drooped. The fact that he had just dreamed his number one fantasy was one of the biggest disappointments of his life. Sure, he had dreamed about eating Jerry before, but none felt so real as that one.
Why did I dream that today? He wondered, amidst his horrible disappointment. What was different?
He remembered the answer to that as he saw the very much still alive Jerry standing a foot away from him, looking smug as a snake with his arms crossed over his chest. He remembered that he didn’t win the bet. He had lost horribly! He couldn’t get through half the food in the fridge before rushing to the bathroom and letting it all out. It was one of the most humiliating losses of his life, and Jerry witnessed the whole thing!
And because he had lost the bet, he had to do whatever the mouse wanted.
And the mouse wanted HIM to before the one to pamper HIS feet.
It seemed he had dreamed only to forget the disappointing reality.
Maybe hope is not lost. Tom thought, looking at the smirking Jerry. We will have more bets in the future, and there’s no way that mouse won’t end up in my belly someday for real!
It was like Jerry could read Tom’s thoughts. The mouse just laughed, shaking his head condescendingly as he took a seat against the wall and splayed out his toes for Tom to care for.
With a heavy sigh, and a little hope for the future, Tom got down on all fours and began to rub Jerry’s feet, also using his tongue to lick the mouse’s feet.
Oh well, at least his feet are delicious.
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