# Drac Ch8

Author: FlynnCoyote
Tags: Cat, Micen, Micro, Mouse, leona

#9 of Drac

A story about a young leona (cat anthro) named Dienza, or Drac to his friends.
Life is not easy. A high pressure low paying job, friends in bad places and a home less than it should be.
The setting is owned by TicklefishMcGee
The characters used are mine.

     Nereen sighed and opened her mouth, putting the fork and the eager twitching young micen   
inside. Dienza laughed at her expression and even Spiika was trying to stifle an amused grin, holding   
her hand over her lips to not lose a mouthful of food. Nereen visibly blushed, her pursed lips curling   
into a small frown as she glared at the other two and rolled her eyes.   
     'Did you miss the taste?' Dienza teased. 'Come on, this will be your first micen in... how long? How   
old am I? It was around that time wasn't it or just before when you stopped eating them?'   
     Nereen squinted her face, before opening her mouth and hanging her tongue out. The micen   
tried to cling to the slippery muscle to keep himself inside but her hand reached up and plucked him   
loose. He had a frown and pouted to her as she put him down on the table. 'Now settle down. Let   
me finish my dinner and we can... play later.' The micen looked upset but he sat and behaved for the   
time being.   
     'Interesting conundrum.' Dienza remarked as he finished a mouthful. 'Normally you'd punish a   
micen by eating them, but this little guy actually wants it. How do you punish someone who wants   
the very thing you'd punish them with?'   
     'Why in the world would any micen want that?' Nereen wondered out loud. Their curiosity lasted   
throughout the meal, and once they had finished eating, Dienza cleared the table while Nereen and   
Spiika adjourned to the living room. He quietly crept to the pantry, following his mother's tradition   
of leaving scraps on the top shelf at her request but also sneaking a look under the bottom shelf. The   
micen colony had been abandoned since they'd been found.   
     He joined Spiika and his mother in the living room, Spiika was at her drum set lightly taping out a   
soft rhythm. Nereen had sat herself on the floor and was holding the television remote. As she   
pointed it towards the TV the micen youth had perched on her wrist, curiosity getting the better of   
him as he reached for one of the buttons. Nereen watched as he jumped at the sudden change in   
sound. He'd switched the channel to some old looking war documentary right in the middle of an   
explosion and footage of a terrifying aircraft that seemed to take up the whole sky.   
     'Change it.' Dienza growled. The micen seemed happy to press another button in the hope that it   
would lower the sound. This time it turned on to some adult cartoon about a moronic father and his   
misfit family. Dienza had loved this show a few years back, but it had only lasted a single season and   
he'd found that it had little re-watch value. Even so, he settled down beside his mother and watched   
the intrigued young micen staring at the box with a bemused grin. Nereen held the hand up near her   
chest and smiled softly as the boy settled down between her fingers.   
     'Did you find out what his name is?' Spiika asked. She set her sticks down and made her way over   
to the couch, kneeling on the floor beside Nereen and leaning down towards the micen.   
     'Nate!' The micen replied loudly, staring back at Spiika with his own eyes wide and excited.   
     'Oh wow.' Nereen laughed. 'I was beginning to think you couldn't talk. Where is your family?'   
     Nate simply shrugged and kept staring at Spiika until his attention was drawn back to the TV. His   
tail flicked about happily as the father character of the program attempted to catch a micen only to   
slip on a roller skate and fall down the stairs in comical fashion.   
     'If there was any hint that he'd turn out willing, they'd abandon him.' Nereen explained, almost   
sounding sad. 'They won't waste time and precious food trying to raise someone who's willing to be   
food for a leona.'   
     'I haven't seen Ma and Pa in... weeks I think?' Nate said suddenly. 'I was playing with a rattis and   
they never tried to find me.'   
     'Oh.' Dienza rolled his eyes. 'We have rattis too huh? I guess they'll help with the micen.'   
     'Nope!' Nate grinned up at Dienza. 'The rattis was outside. He doesn't come in here.'   
     'And where do you come from?' Nereen asked.   
     'A big place like this one.' The micen responded. 'Outside but there's no people like you there.'   
     'Oh, the empty house next door.' Dienza raised an eyebrow in realization. 'Figures there'd be a   
micen colony or two in an empty house. They must be dealing with rattis instead of leonas, and this   
little guy got himself carried away and ended up in here instead.'   
     Spiika crawled up onto the couch and laid herself down behind Dienza and Nereen, leaning her   
face onto his shoulder from behind. He responded by nuzzling back and the two of them began   
purring softly. The sound caught Nate's attention and he lost interest in the TV entirely. Nereen   
watched the micen as he attempted to mimic the sound without success.   
     'Ma, how much would our rent go up if another tenant moved in?' Dienza asked suddenly.   
     'It'd be an extra fifty each week.' Nereen responded. 'Why, are you two...?'   
     'Well if...' He turned to Spiika. 'If you wanted? It might help you out?'   
     'I... I would love to.' Spiika responded, wrapping an arm over his chest and kissing his cheek. 'I'd   
cover the extra rent if you wanted, it wouldn't be any trouble.'   
     'What about your father?' Nereen asked suddenly. 'You're not gonna leave him on his own in   
trouble are you?'   
     Spiika's expression grew dark before she replied softly. 'Dad deserves whatever happens to him. I   
wouldn't worry.'   
     Nereen didn't look convinced but said nothing further. Another hour passed in relative silence   
before the woman stood and headed into the kitchen. After a few more minutes she returned briefly   
to announce that she was heading to bed before disappearing up the hallway.   
     Dienza shifted restlessly and climbed up onto the couch, drooping himself lazily on top of Spiika   
and causing them both to giggle like children. The pair remained locked in a tight embrace for close   
to another hour before Dienza heard the faint sound of his phone chiming from his bedroom. He   
slowly and carefully rose from on top of Spiika and made his way quietly towards his room.   
     The dim flashing of his phone lit up his room enough for him to make his way and unlock the   
screen. It was a text message from Aryan. That was surprising. Even though they'd been friends   
through school and kept each other's phone numbers, they rarely actually spoke anymore. Dienza   
had not respected the mutt's habit of recreational drug use, and had almost throttled him when he   
chose the path of a dealer. Aryan was strong willed enough to resist addiction, but not everyone had   
that benefit. With a grimace, not sure what to expect, he swiped his finger across the screen and   
opened the message.   
     Dude... I'm sorry about earlier. But we need to talk. Come see me tomorrow, I'll meet you at the   
music shop around Eleven, okay?   
     Dienza sighed and replied with a simple okay message. He already knew it wouldn't be a pleasant   
conversation. He set his phone down and headed back out to the living room. Spiika was still asleep   
but had begun to shiver with the decrease in warmth. Seeing that made Dienza realize how cold it   
had gotten and he paused. He shrugged a moment later and went back into his room long to pull the   
blankets from his bed before carrying them back out to the living room.   
     He draped them over Spiika and stepped into the kitchen to get himself a drink. A pair of micen   
were on the countertop dragging a piece of carrot each towards a hole in the wall. They froze in a   
panic when they saw him but the leona was not in the mood to chase down mice nor hungry enough   
for the effort after the wonderful meal his mother had cooked them. He spared them barely a glance   
before filling a glass from the sink and draining it in one long swig.   
     Dienza sighed slowly before heading back into the living room and setting himself down beside   
the couch and laying his head near the end, close to Spiika's own. She had settled back down and   
was sleeping peacefully. He found himself smiling as he slipped his hand under the cover and held   
onto hers, feeling her grip tighten around his fingers as he drifted into sleep.   
  

   
     Nereen woke suddenly with the odd feeling she was being watched. She tried to shake it off but it   
wouldn't fade. After an uncomfortable minute she stirred, opening her eyes a little before opening   
them all the way in shock. Nate had somehow gotten out of the jar she left him in and was sitting on   
her pillow a few inches from her face.   
     'Hnn?!' She exclaimed and lifted her head a little 'How did you get there?'   
     'I tipped the jar over.' He replied with a proud smile. 'Then I climbed up the bed.' Nereen looked   
over to the floor beside her bedside cabinet. The jar was there, but the carpet had stopped the glass   
from shattering and muffled the sound as well.   
     'Didn't I already tell you that was dangerous?' Nereen scowled. 'What if the jar landed upside   
down and you were stuck, your air would run out!'   
     'But I wanted to sleep in the bed with you.' Nate responded, shrinking down a little and looking   
up at her with large puppy eyes.   
     'And... what if I roll over in my sleep? You'd be squished.' Nereen smirked. Nate answered this by   
crawling over to her and nuzzling into her cheek. Despite her irritation, she couldn't deny he was an   
endearing little fellow and found herself inadvertently purring at his affection.   
     'How do you do that?' He asked, pressing himself to her neck where the sound seemed to   
originate. The subtle vibrations seemed to put him in a light headed trance until she became aware   
of the sensation and stopped.   
     'Oh... I don't know.' She said softly, shifting back a little and making the micen roll forward. He   
jumped back up and began to nuzzle again into her cheek. Her sleep addled mind reacted almost by   
instinct and she pressed her lips to his body before her tongue lapped out and licked up his chest   
and face.   
     'Wee!' He giggled. 'You said we could play later! Remember?'   
     'Oh right...' She sighed. All she wanted to do was sleep and yet here she was being hounded by an   
energetic juvenile micen who wanted to play games no micen should enjoy. 'Can't you just sleep?   
I'm too tired...' Her head drooped back to the pillow and her eyes closed. She hoped the boy would   
take a hint but moments later she felt his tiny form pressing into her lips.   
     'But I'm not sleepy!' He protested. Before she could react he'd climbed up her cheek and pulled   
open her eyelid.   
     'Ow! Get off!' She growled and shook her head. He landed back on the pillow with a soft thud.   
She glared down at him and sighed in exasperation. She always tried to be nice. She didn't eat micen   
anymore. But at the same time she had never intended to force that kind of choice on her son. Any   
other leona wouldn't have kept a micen this long, except a kid keeping one as a pet. But this lad was   
little more than a nuisance.   
     I-I'm sorry!' He squeaked. 'I didn't mean to hurt you.' He looked genuinely upset now and stayed   
in place. Nereen sighed again and lifted herself up onto her elbow. She thought for a few moments   
before reaching for him and lifting him over to the pillow on the opposite side of the bed.   
     'You can sleep there.' She said. 'Do not wake me up again, ever. Or there won't be any play time   
at all. Understand?' He nodded fervently with wide eyes and curled up in the middle of the pillow.   
His eyes closed and he slowly stopped shivering and became still. Nereen let her head drop back to   
her own pillow and smiled, falling back to sleep moments later.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/dmBd0xy1
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