{"sf1_id":958823,"sf2_id":"XnrK2qr1","title":"Drac Ch2","author":"FlynnCoyote","words":1928,"posted_at":"2016-01-27T07:48:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Cat","Micen","Micro","Mouse","leona","vore"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/958823-drac-ch2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrK2qr1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/35/4e/354e33b4-6ab5-4b79-b9c7-c70ea93f58a2","description":"#3 of Drac\n\nA story about a young leona (cat anthro) named Dienza, or Drac to his friends.\nLife is not easy. A high pressure low paying job, friends in bad places and a home less than it should be.\nThe setting is owned by TicklefishMcGee\nThe characters used are mine.","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The sound of a car screeching outside woke Dienza from his sleep. He rolled over and peered at   \nhis clock as the engine backfired and the car grunted its way down the road to wherever it was   \nheaded. It was ten minutes to seven, still early but a two hour sleep in by his usual standard. He   \nstretched out and yawned, feeling his feet press against his bed footer before rolling himself onto his   \nfeet.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Instinctively he reached for the electric guitar racked beside his bed, lifting the strap over his   \nshoulder and making a few quick strums. The sound was a pleasant way to wake up, one he wished   \nhe could rig up to his alarm clock. Once his fingers were feeling loose, he broke into a fast paced   \nguitar riff and growled in a slowly building euphoria. Music was his passion and his soul and it would   \nbe his dream realized one day.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Once he had played for a few minutes, he replaced the guitar on its stand and pulled on a change   \nof clothes. He remembered the situation from last night and realized that neither he nor his mother   \nwould be having breakfast until one of them had gone for a walk to the shops. With a slow and   \ncareful walk down the hallway he deduced that Nereen was still asleep. Which meant he had time.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The leona made a quiet dash to the kitchen to check the pantry and fridge, reasoning that if both   \nwere as empty as Nereen had said then he might as well take the chance to make it fully stocked. He   \nopened the fridge, taking care to avoid making too much noise. As he suspected, it was empty. He   \ntook a few nots in his head. Milk, cheese, eggs and butter. Nodding to himself, he opened the   \nfreezer door above it and sighed at the empty box in front of him. Steaks. Lamb too.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He turned to the left and took a step forward. A tiny sound caught his attention and he pulled the   \ndoor open hastily. Micen, two of them on the centre shelf, both dashing towards a hole in the back   \nof the cabinet. Dienza's hand lashed out, batting one of them off to the side but failing to hit the   \nother. It escaped, leaving only the one he had clipped. With a quick movement, he scooped it out   \nand held it tight before him.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Thieving little runt.' He growled, glaring at his prisoner. It was a female micen, beige fur with   \nshort black hair.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'But we didn't take anything!' She protested, struggling uselessly in the leona's grasp. 'There's   \nnothing in there to take!'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'No thanks to your thieving kind.' Dienza shrugged. He managed to catch one of the micen on rare   \noccasions. Usually he would end them on the spot, unless his mother was around. She didn't like   \nseeing them die, but she was still in bed so this one was out of luck. 'Where's the colony?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; '...I-if I tell you, will you let me go?' The shivering mouse woman asked.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Sure I guess.' Dienza nodded. The micen stared back at him, the expression of fear she wore   \nslowly turning to dread as she shook her head.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'I-I don't believe you.' She sobbed. 'You're gonna kill me anyway.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dienza sighed and shrugged again.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;'It was worth a shot I guess.' Without wasting further time, he   \nopened his maw and put her on his tongue, closing his lips around her squirming body at the waist   \nbefore drawing her in. Her struggles were feeble, like any micen's would be, and he found himself   \nsmiling at the pleasant squirming as he took in the flavour. Micen were a rare treat. He didn't know   \nhow many were in this colony, but he knew that there had to be enough to sustain a population of   \nat least a couple dozen.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He swallowed and sighed as he closed the door behind him and started walking at a brisk pace.   \nThe streets here were cracked concrete and faded asphalt littered with potholes. How exactly was a   \nmystery since hardly anybody in the area seemed to own a car.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The mall was a twenty minute walk,   \nthrough the dregs of the suburb and past the medical centre. The houses there were much nicer   \nthan the dilapidated shacks he lived in and around and the dream was to one day be able to rent   \none. Or even own one.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The mall was a shining example of how the better off lived in this town, and the prices on even   \nthe basic foods reflected that. It was little wonder that his mother had so little in the pantry and   \nfridge, after paying the electric and plumbing bills each quarter and the rent at the end of each   \nweek, she probably barely had enough for a few cans of soup and a loaf of bread.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He sighed, but filled a trolley with food nonetheless. Everything he had thought of at home, plus a   \nfew treats he stumbled across as he traversed the aisles, bacon, cheeses, even a few bars of   \nchocolate. A sale was going on the soup cans yet they were curiously untouched.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Soup is the poor man's cuisine huh?' Dienza mumbled to himself, loading up on a dozen of them   \nand picking up a second pack of lamb. Not that the soup was good on its own, but Nereen always   \nadded extra cuts of meat to them, plus some seasonings that the leona wished he had taken notice   \nof now.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The cashier gave a curious glance but said nothing snarky, a decision that doubtless saved her the   \nsame level of humiliation Dienza usually dished out to judgemental types. Having no car meant he'd   \nbe walking the trolley home. If he felt like it he'd probably bring it back as well but that was a   \ndecision for later. The next pressing thought on his mind was how he was going to assert to Nereen   \nthat she was going to have three real meals today and the rest of the following week.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He made it home before she was awake, quickly unloading the soup cans into the pantry. They   \nwere useless to the micen unless the runts had some means of opening them. He giggled at the   \nthought before putting the meat into the freezer and then pondering where he could safely put the   \nbread. He left it on the counter for the time being and emptied the cold items into the fridge. Once   \neverything was away he rolled the trolley back outside and pondered for a few moments.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Fuck it.' Dienza kicked the trolley and sent it rolling out onto the street. He watched it tip over   \nthe kerb and fall onto its side with a small grin of amusement before turning and heading back   \ninside. Nereen was there when he returned to the kitchen, noticing the bread on the table.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Dienza?' She asked. 'What did you do?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'I took care of the shopping.' He replied. 'Do you feel like breakfast?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'What?' Nereen rushed to the fridge and opened it, gasping in surprise before making a similar   \nlook into the pantry and turning to face him. 'How much money did you spend?!'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Ma will you relax?' Dienza replied. 'I still have plenty of savings. It's not like I bankrupted myself.   \nJust let me do this once in a while huh? I'm tired of seeing you... go without so much.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'I'm doing fine.' Nereen responded. 'Really Dienza, I want to see you succeed before anything   \nelse. I can support you, so you should be saving your money.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Stop!' Dienza snapped, slamming his hands onto the counter. 'You ate half a bowl of soup all day   \nyesterday and slept an extra three hours than normal. You're not fine! You're putting your own   \nhealth on the line for an ambition I'm not even sure I can make happen... Just... Please. Stop doing   \nthis to yourself. I love you. I don't want you to put yourself in an early grave.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'I...' Nereen stammered, unable to form a reply. She turned away and took a deep breath, raising   \na hand to her face. 'Alright, I'm sorry.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'I am too.' He said after a moment. 'I didn't want to yell. But I had to get my point across. You've   \nbeen getting worse lately.'  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Okay.' Nereen replied with a sniff before turning back around and smiling. 'So, what do you feel   \nlike?' Dienza smiled back and walked over to the fridge. He pulled out the eggs and cheese, sitting   \nthem on the counter followed by the bacon.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Show me how to make omelettes.' He said.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A little under an hour later, following a cooking lesson and a bigger breakfast than either of them   \nhad enjoyed in almost a month, they sat at the table in a quiet contentment. Only a few crumbs   \nwere left on the plates and the feel of a full belly was a welcome feeling to them both.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Nereen stood and walked around to her son, wrapping her arms around him and kissing the top   \nof his head. 'I'm sorry... And thank you.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'No problem.' Dienza replied, hugging back. 'Let me help out, okay? I'm still saving plenty of   \nmoney even after this. You don't have to go so far.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Right. I'll remember-' She stopped and both of them turned to face the other side of the kitchen.   \nTiny footsteps could be heard again. 'Oh... They must have heard you loading up the pantry.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Good luck to them.' He smirked. 'Only soup cans are in there.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'You're so mean to them.' Nereen smiled. She lifted the two plated and poured all of the crumbs   \nonto one of them. Walking over to the pantry, she placed it inside on the top shelf.   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Wait, are you feeding them now?' Dienza asked. 'Really?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Shh.' She shook her head to him. 'When we were growing up, my brother and I always left our   \nscraps to the micen in our house. It was like a game. They'd get food if they were lucky, and we'd get   \nthem if they weren't.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'But... You don't hunt them.' Dienza shrugged. 'This is just... this is feeding them. When did you   \nstop hunting them? And why?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Oh. About your age I guess.' She shrugged as well. 'I... dunno. But it's not so bad. Besides, if   \nyou're going to insist on pitching in, we'll have a little food to spare right?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'I guess.' He nodded. 'But I'm still gonna eat any that I catch. And... Wait. You were literally going   \nwithout food because money was so tight, why weren't you hunting them?'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Well the lack of food was their problem as much as ours really.' Nereen told him. 'They had   \nenough worries without worrying about me eating them.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'You must be going crazy from the lack of food.' Dienza joked. 'Seriously, they're just micen. All   \nthey do is crawl around the walls and steal from us. It's not like they're losing much.'   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 'Whatever you say.' Nereen said softly. 'It's not like we have much to lose at the moment either   \nthough, is it?' She smiled back at him before turning and walking into the living room. Dienza smiled   \nand shook his head. Even when he'd gotten one point across, she was still stubborn on plenty of   \nothers.   \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Drac","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/958819-drac-ch1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/958825-drac-ch3.json"}}