Somehow - Alicia could sense things. Almost like seeing them, looking up from the bottom of her tray. She was startled then when she realized that Skippy, her cat had jumped up on the windowsill next to the pan she was in, and was looking at it with some interest.
"Hi Skippy!" Alicia thought, "Be a good kitty and sit on the other end of the windowsill..."
Skippy looked down at his reflection in the pan of water for a moment - and began to drink.
"Skippy - no! No! Bad kitty!" Alicia cried, giggling in estasy with each lap of Skippy's tongue. She felt him slowly drinking her up, and going down his throat to his belly. It was a delightful feeling, one that almost overwhelmed her intense distress that she was being lapped up alive!
Skippy finished drinking Alicia up (he was a very thirsty kitty) when the Automorph program kicked in to restore Alicia to normal. It didn't quite work as the Automorph programmers had thought, as Alicia found herself solid and in control again. In control of Skippy! With a start, Alicia found she was now...
Wed May 05 04:09:56 2004