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Flora awoke and stretched, yawning as she extended her arms and legs. Something tickled her nose, and her eyes popped open: a great wall of white and light brown fur stood before her like part of a giant animal. It smelled of fox, but how could any fox be so big? She was herself a fox!

"Where am I?!" she cried. Her voice came out in a sharp squeak and she brought her hand to her throat in confusion. She sat up, and her eyes caught her feet, her odd looking white feet. "What?"

The wall beside her shifted, and then it lifted into the air. Flora looked up in shock at the enormous fox that gazed down upon her. No! It wasn't just any fox! It was her! How could it be her?!

"W-what's going on?" Flora squeaked weakly.

"It looks like my prayers to Hades have been answered," the fox spoke in Flora's own voice. "How do you like being me, Flora?"

"Y-you?"

"Look at yourself."

Flora looked down at her body: it was brown and white and more compact than she was used to. One of her legs had a cast. What?! Flora felt her face: pointy snout and bulbous nose with long whiskers. Was she Cynthia? "C-Cynthia? Is that you?" Flora whimpered, staring up at her own gigantic body.

"That's right. I'm you, and you're me."

"H-how?" Flora whined. "Why?!"

"I made an appeal to Hades," Cynthia explained. "You didn't appreciate being a fox, a predator. You'll make a good mouse."

"B-but I helped you!" Flora protested. "How could you steal my body?!"? "You're helping me even more now," Cynthia replied placidly. "I'll get more use out of your body than you would have."

"No! Put me back!" Flora cried.

The vixen snagged Flora by the tail and swept her up high into the air. Flora squeaked in fear and squeezed her eyes shut. When she dared to open them, she wished she hadn't: she was dangling over Cynthia's (her own) open maw, lined with sharp white fangs and floored with lolling red tongue.

"N-no!" Flora cried in horror.

Cynthia closed her mouth and dangled Flora in front of her face. "So you don't want back inside this body?"

"Th-that's not, p-please, Cynthia! I thought we were friends! You can't do this to me!"

Cynthia smiled softly, "Don't worry, Flora," she crooned. "I'll take good care of you. You'll be my little prey now; I'll keep you forever."

"Y-you're going to keep me?" Flora squeaked weakly.

Cynthia cupped her in her hands against her chest and petted her head with one clawed finger. "It's dangerous to be a mouse," Cynthia murmured. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you. I'm grateful to have this body, and I think we can still be friends if you want."

"H-how can we be friends when you'd do this to me?!" Flora pressed, flabbergasted.

"Well, if you'd rather just be my toy, that's fine too," Cynthia replied calmly. "I can't let you escape in case there's some way you could prove what I've done, not that anyone would believe it. It's more likely you'd be institutionalized, but I don't want that either. You belong to me. Don't you think you'll enjoy being a plaything for someone occupying your own body?" she taunted.

"P-please, Cynthia," Flora whimpered. "I-I won't hurt you; just turn us back. Pray to Hades to undo it if that's how you did it before."

"I believe that you wouldn't hurt me," Cynthia murmured. "That's why you don't deserve to be a predator. You're too weak, but moreover, you think prey are even weaker than you are. We're not weak! I'll use the gift you were given like you never would have!"

"I-I'm sorry, Cynthia. I understand that I offended you, but I only tried to help."

"I already said it; you're helping me even more now. Be pleased you were able to be of assistance, and accept your life as my mousy toy. It won't be so horrible unless you force me to make it so."

"I-I'll try to please you," Flora whined. She could see there was no reasoning with the mouse-turned-fox, and as small as she was now, she was helpless against Cynthia. She could only pray that she wouldn't be cruel to her. She was completely at her mercy.

"Good," Cynthia said, satisfied. She set Flora on the bed. "Now, I'm going to enjoy my beautiful new body." She gazed at herself in the mirror on the door and grinned. "That's one sexy vixen! I wonder what she tastes like!" With that, Cynthia bent herself in half, pushing her muzzle between her own legs with one leg lifted over her head, and began to hungrily lick her vulva.

"H-hey!" Flora yelped. Not only did she not want to watch Cynthia give herself oral, but that was Flora's body she was licking!

Cynthia's arm swept out, and she snatched up Flora. Flora let out a cry of distress as the vixen pressed her against her vulva, holding her firmly in place between her labia while she lapped at her clit. Flora struggled to get away, but she had no chance against the powerful vixen. Cynthia seemed to enjoy her struggles, moaning with pleasure. Finally, Cynthia gasped in ecstasy. She kept licking herself, but after a few more minutes, she stopped and let the exhausted, soaked Flora flop back on the bed with a groan. Flora's relief was only momentary, however, as the fox plucked her back up by the tail and unceremoniously dropped her in her gaping maw. The jaws snapped shut, walling Flora tightly between teeth, tongue, and pallet.

"No! Cynthia, please don't!" Flora wailed desperately. Would the fox swallow her?! Would she be digested alive in her own stomach?!

Saliva bathed her, soaking her even more completely than she had been before. After what seemed like an eternity of helpless waiting, the vixen's head tilted forward, and she dropped Flora into her cupped hands.

"All cleaned up?" Cynthia asked amusedly.

"I-I thought you were going to eat me," Flora whined.

"Mmm, would you like that? You wouldn't have to worry about being my toy then," Cynthia teased.

"Please don't," Flora whimpered.

"Be a good little toy, and you won't have to worry about being a snack," Cynthia scolded softly. "You're a helpless mouse now. You need to get used to the idea that almost anyone can do anything they want to you. You're lucky because you have me to look after you, and I'll make sure someone really cruel doesn't get their hands on you."

Flora sobbed. She was completely helpless, the plaything of this mouse who had stolen her body. Cynthia had resented her lot in life, and now she would take it out on Flora, her helpless toy. How long would Flora endure like this? Would it be the rest of her natural life? Somehow, she doubted she'd last that long before Cynthia accidentally killed her or got tired of her toy and ate her. Wasn't there anyone who could help her?!

"P-please, Cynthia," she whined. "Won't you at least be as gentle as I was with you? I never hurt or scared you, did I?"

Cynthia contemplated her for a few seconds. Then she shifted Flora into one hand, and her fingers curled around her body under Flora's arms, squeezing her tight. Flora let out a cry of pain as the vixen squeezed her cruelly.

"Nah, you're my toy, and I'll do what I want with you."

"Please! Y-you're hurting m-ah!" Flora's please were cut off as Cynthia squeezed her tighter, crushing the air out of her lungs.

"Shh," Cynthia crooned. "Don't cry. Accept your new life."

Not loosening her grip, she petted Flora's head with a finger of her free hand. Flora's lungs screamed for air, but she could only weakly squirm her limbs in helpless protest. At last, Cynthia loosened her grip, and Flora gasped for breath.

"Are you going to be a good little toy now?" Cynthia asked placidly.

"Y-yes," Flora whimpered.

"Good. You should be thankful that I'm going to take care of you. I could leave you on your own to be trampled or who knows what else."

"I-I'll do what you want," Flora whined.

"That's a good mouse. Now," she raised Flora up to her mouth, "Crawl inside my mouth."

"Y-you're not going to eat me, are you?" Flora whined.

"I might. Do it, or I'll definitely eat you," Cynthia replied curtly.

Nervously, Flora crawled into the vixen's maw. Cynthia's jaws closed, trapping her inside with the only way to go being further inside, into the vixen's throat. Flora's world fell forwards, ending up tilted ninety degrees. She slid down the slippery tongue toward the waiting chasm, scrambling to try to stop.

"N-no!" she cried.

The tongue moved underneath her and pushed up against the pallet. It pushed Flora back up into the front of the vixen's mouth and held her there, undulating underneath her so that she repeatedly began to slide down before being pushed back up. Flora huddled fearfully in the precarious position, aware that, at any moment, Cynthia could allow her to slide down and then swallow her. Saliva bathed her, and occasionally, this was sucked out past the tongue and swallowed. Flora cringed at the sound of these gulps that could easily force her to the vixen's stomach as well.

Flora wasn't sure how long she'd been in Cynthia's mouth, but at last, the fox sat up and dropped Flora into her hands again. She slid off the bed and retrieved Flora's transparent, green water bottle, dropping Flora inside unceremoniously and screwing on the lid. Fortunately, she opened the spout to allow in fresh air.

"I'm going to go grab breakfast," Cynthia's muffled voice came through the plastic. "I'll bring you something when I come back. Try not to have too much fun without me." The vixen donned Flora's lacy white midi skirt and left the room.

Flora curled up in the bottom of the water bottle, cold now that she was wet and no longer in the vixen's warm mouth. Was this to be the rest of her life? Would she be a helpless toy to the person who'd stolen her body? Someone had to realize something was wrong, didn't they? Flora would have never treated Cynthia how Cynthia was treating her; someone had to at least notice that, right? Even if she couldn't get her body back, someone had to realize Cynthia was mistreating her and rescue her from the vindictive mouse-turned-fox, didn't they?

Cynthia brought Flora breakfast and later lunch, leaving her trapped inside the water bottle again when she left. Flora didn't know how Cynthia would deal with her classes, but she had bigger things to worry about at the moment. That afternoon while Cynthia was finishing Flora's homework, with Flora mercifully allowed to sit in her lap, Flora got up the courage to question the fox.

"C-Cynthia? Are, um, are you still going on a date with Lance tonight?"

Cynthia looked down at her with a toothy grin, "Yeah! Lance is a hunk! I know you would have been too much of a dork, but I'm looking forward to getting railed tonight! You probably won't see me until morning."

"A-are you letting Chester take me to dinner?"

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I told him you're sick and need to stay in bed and that I was handling things."

Flora nodded forlornly. Would she ever have time away from the vixen when she could ask her friends for help?

However, despite Cynthia's assurances, there was a knock on the door as she was getting ready to go that evening. Cynthia opened it carefully, but from the mouse's bed, Flora was able to see Chester.

"How's Cynthia?" Chester asked concernedly.

"Fine," Cynthia returned brusquely. "She's getting some rest."

"Chester!" Flora squeaked as loudly as she could.

Chester slipped by Cynthia, who was trying to block the door with her body, and bounded over to the bed, crouching down. "It looks like you're up!" he declared cheerfully.

"Yeah, I'm, um, felling a lot better," Flora improvised. "And I'm really hungry! Could you take me to dinner?"

"Sure, no problem."

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Cynthia cut in, barely restraining her rage, which Flora could see burning in her kelly green eyes. "She was very unwell this afternoon."

"If she's hungry, then she ought to eat," Chester argued. "Don't worry, she'll be safe with me." He turned to smile at Flora.

That's exactly what she's worried about. Flora tried not to look at Cynthia glaring death her direction. How would she punish her if this didn't work?

"Thank you, Chester. I'm feeling a lot better, really."

Chester scooped her up and stood, tucking her close to his chest. It made Flora a little nervous after being handled by Cynthia, but the gentleness of his intentions were apparent enough to quell her fear. Chester carried her toward the door, and for a terrifying moment, Flora thought Cynthia would try to stop them by force, but she stepped aside.

"Bring her back straight after dinner," she instructed. "She needs her rest."

Chester nodded, and then they were in the hall. He carried her down the stairs and out into the warm, sunny August evening air. Flora almost cried with joy. They met Becca and Rosemary in the cafeteria. Chester and Rosemary helped her get her food. Flora resisted getting meat even though she hadn't had any that day since she wasn't sure how it would affect her mouse body. She didn't need indigestion on top of everything else!

"I guess you're feeling better," Rosemary commented as Flora dug into her meal.

Flora nodded, "Lot's better, thanks. Chester's a real life saver!"

Chester smirked amusedly, "I'm glad I could help. Wasn't Flora feeding you?"

"Erm, not exactly," Flora murmured nervously. She knew she had to tell them something was wrong, but she didn't know how to start. "Actually, um, we're having some problems. She's, um, she isn't being very nice to me anymore."

The others looked at her in surprise.

"Really?" Rosemary pressed. "What has she been doing?"

"Sh-she's just been rough with me," Flora murmured. "And, um, sh-she's put me in her mouth."

"What?!" Chester yowled in shock.

Rosemary frowned while Becca stared at Flora, flabbergasted.

"Sh-she's not the same person she was," Flora murmured awkwardly.

"This is a little hard to believe, Cynthia," Rosemary told her. "I have a hard time believing Flora would do something like that. Are you sure you aren't having other problems you might not want to talk about? Are you upset about her date with Lance?"

Flora shook her head vigorously, "No! I'm telling the truth! Except," she swallowed. "Except I'm Flora. Cynthia is the one in my body, and she's been abusing me."

The others exchanged dubious glances.

"That sounds ridiculous, Cynthia," Rosemary concluded. "If you won't tell us what's really wrong, then maybe you should apologize for making up awful lies about Flora."

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true!" Flora wailed. "Cynthia said it was something involving Hades. She stole my body!"

"Prove that you're Flora then," Chester demanded.

"H-how?"

"When did we first meet?" Becca asked.

"After I tried to have dinner with Isabelle and her friends. Chester showed me to your table."

"Who all was there?" Chester demanded.

"Y-you were, Chester, and Becca and Lance and Amber, and, um, I think there was someone else. A muskrat? Was his name Ian?"

Chester nodded, "Yeah, I haven't seen him since. I guess he decided to hang out with someone else."

"What did you think of Chester when you first met?" Rosemary asked.

Flora looked down at her plate embarrassedly, "Well, um, he'd just saved me, so I, um, I thought maybe he liked me. I was hoping he did because I thought, erm, that he was handsome," she murmured, her voice trailing off.

"You did?" Chester asked embarrassedly.

"Well, I'm convinced," Rosemary declared. "The question is what we can do about it."

"C-can one of you take me?" Flora pleaded. "I'm afraid of what Cynthia will do if I go back to her. She didn't want me to come with Chester. She's been closing me in a water bottle when she wasn't there."

"I'll take you!" Chester declared. "I won't let her get her hands on you again!"

Flora blushed, "Thank you, Chester."

"Chester is the biggest and most well-armed, so I guess if you're comfortable with him, then he's the best for you to go with," Rosemary stated. "I don't know how we're going to get you back in your own body though. It sounds like a job for a priest."

"W-we can figure that out. I'm just relieved to be away from Cynthia," Flora returned.

"It's hard to believe Cynthia would be so cruel as well," Rosemary commented. "But I guess how someone acts as a mouse might not tell you how they'd act as a fox."

Flora nodded glumly, "I couldn't believe she'd do this to me, but now I'm just relieved I got away before she ate me."

"You'll be safe with me, Flora!" Chester averred. "I'll protect you no matter what!"

Flora blushed again and nodded.

After dinner, Chester took Flora back to his room. It turned out he shared a room with a male serval named Keith, but Keith was visiting his parents over the weekend as they lived only a short distance from Wolfsbane. Thus, it was only her in Chester in the room. Chester sat on his bed and awkwardly looked down at her, cupped in his hands.

"I don't know where you want to sleep," he remarked. "I could try to make you a bed with some of my clothes."

"Would it be alright if I slept with you?" Flora asked shyly. "I, um, Cynthia usually sleeps by my neck."

"If you want to," Chester replied embarrassedly. "I, uh, have to groom myself. Did you need help getting to the shower?"

"I'm not supposed to get my cast wet; although, it got plenty wet in Cynthia's mouth," Flora commented. "I don't have any of Cynthia's things to use either, but I guess we might be able to get into the room while she was in class tomorrow."

"Good idea," Chester remarked. "My classes don't start until 9, so we can run over early. I don't know what we'll do about your classes though."

"It wouldn't be safe to go to them with Cynthia there," Flora commented. "We'll have to get this sorted out before I can go back."

Chester nodded, "I'll take you with me, so at least you can go to biology. I guess it's good we didn't get any classes together."

Chester set her on the bed and got to grooming himself. Flora began to groom herself too, but she couldn't help pausing to watch the attractive cat. He's gay, she scolded herself. He wouldn't be interested even if I were a fox.

When Chester was done, he slipped off of the bed. "I, uh, need to brush my teeth and do some studying. Do you need help with anything?"

Flora shook her head.

"Alright." He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and left the room.

Flora watched the door for several seconds, and then looked idly around the room: it looked much like hers and Isabelle's had. Flora had never thought she would regret having left her room with Isabelle, but here she was. At least the red vixen wouldn't have wanted to steal her body. Chester returned and then sat as his desk while he studied on his laptop. At last, he shut off his computer, switched off the light, and climbed into bed.

"So, um, you wanted to sleep by my neck?" he asked awkwardly.

"If that's okay with you," Flora murmured.

Chester nodded. He moved her to his pillow, slid under the covers, and then tucked her close to the base of his neck as he rested his head.

"Are you okay?" he meowed.

"Yes," Flora squeaked. She snuggled closer into his warm, soft fur. "Thank you for helping me, Chester."

"No problem." After a couple minutes he murmured, "We'll get your body back, Flora, but if we can't, I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you, Chester."

One of his fingers stroked her from head to tail. "It's, um, kind of nice having a little prey, and since you know what it's like to be a predator, maybe you can understand: I wouldn't mind keeping you, Flora. If you would be my prey, I'd take good care of you. Er, but you don't have to if you don't want."

Flora hesitated conflictedly for several seconds. Wasn't that basically what Cynthia had wanted? Cynthia's toy, Chester's prey, was that all she could be now?

"I'd want to have a life of my own," Flora returned awkwardly. "I appreciate that you want to help me, but I don't want to belong to you."

"Not belong! But we could live together! You could have a career or even a family. There would always be room for you with me."

"What would it mean to be your prey then?" Flora pressed.

Chester hesitated. "Just that, you'd be there, and I'd have you. I could hold you whenever I wanted. Haven't you ever felt that when you were holding Cynthia? It's nice to have prey in your claws, even a friend."

"I'll think about it," Flora allowed. She didn't want to reject the idea out of hand when she needed the cat to help her, but she wasn't sure it was something she could be comfortable with. Even if Chester said she wouldn't belong to him, she had a hard time seeing the difference.

Chester stroked her again, "We'll do everything to make sure you get your own body. Then it won't be something you need to think about. What do you think we should do with Cynthia if we can or if we can't."

"I don't know what we can do if we can't switch us back," Flora admitted. "If we can, she'll be on her own. I won't help her ever again after this."

"I hope she gets stepped on," Chester muttered darkly. "That would serve her right."

Flora thought it was an extreme punishment, but perhaps Chester was correct. Flora had tried to help her, and Cynthia had stolen her body and tormented her. If she ended up crushed on the sidewalk, Flora wouldn't shed a tear.

Gradually, Chester's breathing slowed, and soon, Flora could tell the cat was asleep. She nuzzled her nose into his fur and allowed herself to drift to sleep as well.

Flora was awoken by Chester petting her head. When she blinked open her eyes, the room was still dark, but she could see Chester's eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She was up on his pillow with his lower hand cupped up her back and his other hand petting her head.

"Sorry," he breathed. "I woke up, and I was just thinking about how cute you are like this." He petted her head and then ran a finger down from her neck to her belly.

Flora squirmed uncomfortably at his intimate touch.

Chester scooted his head forward and touched his nose to her belly. He breathed in, the air wafting over her and ruffling her fur. "You smell really nice, Flora," he murmured.

"N-not good enough to eat, I hope," Flora squeaked nervously.

Chester smiled softly, "I wouldn't eat you, but I really would like to keep you like this, as my prey."

"I-I thought you were going to try to get my own body back."

"We don't really know how to do that though, Flora. Maybe it's safer for you to stay like this. You know I'd be gentle with you. Don't you think it would be nice to just let me keep you?"

"I don't want you to own me," Flora whined.

"Shh, I don't want to own you," he soothed.

"What do you call it?" Flora demanded. "Are we going to get married, or am I just supposed to live with you because you want me to?"

"You've never lived as a mouse, Flora," he argued. "I'd keep you safe, and you know I wouldn't mistreat you."

"If you'd just said we'd live together as friends, I would've agreed!" Flora returned anxiously. "But I don't want to be your toy; I don't want a kinder Cynthia!"

Chester contemplated her for a moment. "Could I still hold you if we were friends?"

"We are friends, and I've let you hold me. I was the one who suggested we sleep together! You can't 'have me' whenever you want, but if we remain friends, then of course I'd let you hold me sometimes."

"Alright, Flora, I just don't want you to leave me. I don't want to not know if you're safe."

"I'll be safest if I get my body back, but I suppose if I don't then, I can live with you. I do like you, Chester, and you're very attractive to me, even now."

Chester smiled amusedly, "You'll get all the access to the sexy kitty you want, mousy. Do you want to go back to sleep, or would you rather have a different bed?"

"I was warm and cozy until you moved me. Put me back."

Chester complied, tucking her by the base of his neck again, but this time he held his hand over her, gently holding her close. Flora snuggled herself into his fur, content against his warm body and under his gentle paw. She would prefer to have her own body back, but if she stayed a mouse, then maybe some things wouldn't be so bad.