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Frosty hummed quietly to himself as he stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, ears and tail flicking away dripping water. White, grey-spotted fur clung to the cheetah in wet clumps, the bathroom still steamy from a hot shower. A vigorous massage from the plush bath towel left him marginally less clumpy, but still damp. He made a quick pass through his fur with a brush to ensure that it wouldn't knot up then paused to inspect himself in the mirror.

The svelte cat was never fully satisfied with his appearance, even if he had a curvy figure that would make most women jealous. Nimble fingertips traced along his slim waistline, wide feminine hips, then toned thighs, frowning at the additional softness he felt beneath his fur. While normally conscious about his weight, it wasn't uncommon for the cheetah to indulge himself from time to time, resulting in the need for additional exercise to work off the unwanted weight. He'd just returned from an early-morning jog to that effect.

Frosty didn't bother getting dressed before wandering to the kitchen to make himself a snack, leaving the lights off since the morning sun streaming through the skylight was more than sufficient. The white cheetah and his partner were the home's sole inhabitants, and the fruit bat's nature meant he was often settled in for bed when Frosty woke up each morning. CJ was generally a deep sleeper, but Frosty was mindful not to make too much noise as he retrieved fruit from the fridge. In this instance, it was imperative to let the bat sleep, lest he snatch Frosty's breakfast.

Round feline ears perked and focused, listening to the sounds of a calm house mixed with the muffled noise of the neighborhood outside. Those sounds were soon joined by the clattering of the electric juicer as he assembled it in preparation for breakfast. With that finished, he proceeded to wash and prepare the fruit he'd selected; a mango, a large apple, pear, and a handful of oranges. Despite his best efforts to keep quiet, it was difficult to prevent the large kitchen knife from audibly clacking against the wood cutting board as he peeled and segmented the fruit.

The smell of mango and citrus was prominent in the kitchen by the time he was ready. He reached over and switched on a nearby radio, despite knowing that it would quickly be drowned out by the cacophony of noise he was about to make. Glancing toward the direction of the bedroom, Frosty apologized under his breath for what he was about to do, hoping that the sound insulation they'd installed in the bedroom would be sufficient for his mate's sensitive ears.

When he switched the juicer on, the whirring of the electric motor rapidly escalated until it was filling the kitchen with a steady whine. It sounded nothing short of a wood chipper in the enclosed kitchen. If his mate wasn't awakened at this point, Frosty would have been astonished, but it couldn't be helped. He proceeded to feed a mango into the juicer, only to discover that the plastic deflector had not fully seated to the waste bucket. The result was an eruption of fruit pulp and juice that escaped through the gap and splattered Frosty, the countertop, and nearby wall with pulverized mango.

Frosty's initial instinct was to shield himself from the spray, which did little for his fur. His face and forearms were already a sticky mess, wet pulp clinging to his fur. He immediately turned off the juicer upon realizing his mistake, placing a hand over the gap while the juicer spun down to hinder the device from further expelling fruit onto him or the surrounding kitchen space. Sighing to himself, he wiped the stickiness from muzzle with his free hand while inspecting the damage. _Why didn't I put on a damned apron? _If he'd been juicing berries, it would have looked like nothing short of a murder scene.

Sighing turned to chuckling in spite of himself. It wasn't the worst thing that had happened to Frosty. He would have to shower again, but first needed to clean up the mess he'd made and finish breakfast. A hand towel was wetted in the sink, humming along to the classical music streaming from the radio while he squeezed out excess water. When he turned back to the juicer, an eyebrow quirked in confusion. Hadn't he retrieved more oranges than that?

Cleaning up the mess was more pressing, though he briefly checked the counters and floor to ensure an orange hadn't simply rolled away when his back was turned. No such luck, though. Strange. Frosty pushed it to the back of his mind while he wiped down the surrounding surfaces, bending across the counter to reach the tiled backsplash with the towel. Only then did Frosty notice the ominous shadow being cast over the kitchen. Movement in his peripheral caught his attention, turning his head as a thick apple slice was lifted from the counter, hefted by a long, slimy appendage studded with silver barbells.

"You sneaky little thief!" Frosty exclaimed as he turned his gaze upward, just in time to see an enormous fruit bat reel in the stolen apple with his dexterous tongue. The cheetah's accusatory glare was met simply with a smirk as CJ tucked the apple into his cheek. His mate was hanging from the inside of the skylight, having snuck into the kitchen after the smell of mangos stirred him awake.

"Whuh? I go' hungry." It was difficult to speak with his mouth full, prompting CJ to bite down on the apple quarter with a noisy crunch. He made a point to ensure that the cat could hear him chewing over the soft classical music. After swallowing, CJ gestured to the mango bits that littered the counter. "Have a little accident?"

Frosty simply shook his head and grunted, then resumed wiping down the counter. He returned to the sink a moment later to rinse out the towel. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

Gulp. "I was. But no amount of insulation is going to block out the racket that thing makes," the bat responded with mild annoyance while gesturing to the juicer. At least the insulation made it so the high-pitched whine wasn't hurting his ears anymore.

Nodding sympathetically with his back turned to the bat, Frosty wrung out the towel again. "Sorry, hun. I guess I should start making my juice at night before I go to b-- "

The cheetah turned away from the sink just as another slice of apple was whisked away. And to his annoyance, the others had already disappeared, leaving only a pear and a single orange. He planted both feet firmly on the floor, one hand on his hip and the other clutching the limp towel. "That was our last apple!"

CJ barely chewed the apple slice before swallowing, letting his tongue roll over his lips to gather droplets of juice clinging to his fur. "You still have enough for your juice," he observed, gesturing to the remaining fruit. Despite that reassurance, he had his eyes set on the small pitcher of recently-processed mango juice.

Seeing where the bat was looking, Frosty stepped in before he could act. He placed a hand firmly on top of the pitcher and gave his mate a warning look, tail bristling. That gaze was quickly defused by the most innocent, childlike expression the fruit bat could muster, ears pinning back while the spectacled rings around his eyes grew wide. Staring for a long moment, Frosty was about to say something, but slumped his shoulders and let out a defeated sigh. There was still a mess to finish cleaning, he reminded himself.

While Frosty bent down to wipe down the cabinets, the fruit bat's gaze diverted from the mango juice to admire the sight presented to him. It wasn't uncommon for the slinky cat to strut around the house in the nude, particularly after showering. The cheetah's soft fur had since dried, but the smell of vanilla body wash was still potent and compelling enough to prompt further inspection - with both his nose and tongue.

Satisfied with his work, Frosty stood up just in time for a pair of enormous, leathery wings to come around his body. A loud chirrup filled the kitchen, signaling the cheetah's momentary alarm. Dropping the towel, his feet scrambled as he was effortlessly lifted from the floor into his lover's embrace. Arms instinctively reached for the bat's torso to balance himself, despite the knowledge that CJ's strong arms were more than capable of supporting his dainty figure. A recent upside-down fling had established this fact.

As soon as Frosty's face was at eye level, the bat's tongue slithered out and rolled up the side of his cheek. The metal barbells lining his tongue raked through the cheetah's fur, smoothing it down in the wake of the slick muscle. CJ's nostrils flared at the rich vanilla scent while sampling his squirming mate. He was deliberate in coiling his tongue around Frosty's ear, letting the magnetic studs clack together to form a loop that gently squeezed the base. The result was a shaky moan, Frosty's body flinching before he relaxed almost entirely.

Unwinding his tongue and giving a smug grin, CJ dipped his foxlike snout to bump the cheetah's cheek again. He'd taken notice of the flecks of mango in the cheetah's fur, bits of fruit flesh and orange droplets staining his fur. "Poor kitty. Got yourself all groomed, and now you need a bath again."

Frosty huffed quietly, tipping his head when the long tongue returned to slather the other side of his face while blushing furiously. At least the bat didn't have bad breath. If anything, CJ's preferred diet of sweet fruits made it vaguely wine-like, if not heavily fermented. A shiver raced up his spine when the bat's wet tongue dipped into his ear, filling it with soft slurping.

Upon drawing his face away, CJ grinned to his flushed mate. "I know a great way to get mangos out of cat fur, if you need help."

Frosty could see mischievous glint in his lover's gaze, and a muted, wet growl from above made the bat's intentions clear. "N-no need, we cats are...m-more than capable," he stammered.

The timid, flustered tone undermined his half-hearted objection, and CJ knew full-well that this was an act on Frosty's part. He didn't press it further, however. There was no need. His wings tightened around the curvy cat, better defining the cheetah's naked body beneath the leathery membranes. Though he couldn't see it yet, CJ could clearly smell his mate growing aroused by his tongue's ministrations.

When the bat's tongue slid out again, it wound briefly around Frosty's ear and continued down the side of his face. It maneuvered around to partially curl beneath the cheetah's chin, smashing itself against the black tear marks on both sides of his snout. As if that wasn't enough, Frosty felt a heated breath roll down the side of his head and neck moments before CJ's lips clamped down over his ear. The bat's fangs raked across the sensitive flap, coaxing another breathless murmur from his mate. While he could have easily stopped there, the taste in the cat's fur urged him on.

A guilty shiver rocked his body when he felt the bat's jaws relax, knowing what would follow. Gentle tugging from the bat's tongue encouraged him to look up as the wide vulpine muzzle yawned impressively above him. With his feet lifted off the floor and tightly cocooned in bat wings, Frosty was completely helpless to his lover's whims and concealed from everything. The only identifying features were the cheetah's paws and a flicking tail dangling beneath the leathery hug, near the kitchen floor. Those, too, would vanish in due time.

Though he expected to feel CJ's jaws clamp down on his head and overtake him, the bat instead withdrew slowly. He left the image of a gaping bat maw branded in Frosty's mind as his tongue reeled, savoring the sweet taste before he swallowed audibly. His wings loosened and Frosty gazed down for a moment, wondering if this was all just a tease to get him riled up. Before his toes could touch the smooth stone tile, however, he was hefted up again. CJ was adjusting him. Frosty's ears perked up when he felt his mate's teeth nibbling at his wrist, bringing his gaze back to the bat.

Their eyes met and stared for several seconds before either made a move, Frosty's blue eyes drifting down to watch CJ's tongue wind down his wrist. This time the bat didn't yawn, simply easing his lips over the cheetah's slim fingers and hand. His tongue flattened against the base of his mouth to let the cheetah's spotted forearm glide in, pausing when Frosty's digits tickled his throat. A reflexive gulp nearly drew the entire hand down, slimy muscles gripping tightly to pull Frosty deeper.

Frosty could hear his heart racing. He was trembling, cheeks flush as he placed his trust in the bat's winged embrace to let go of CJ's body. His now-free hand caressed the bat's canid snout, traced the outer edge of his lip, then gently eased in alongside the other. His lover was all-too-happy to oblige, building the tension for several seconds before a deep, squelching gulp tightened his throat around Frosty's arms. Soft, metallic clacking filled Frosty's ears as the bat's tongue slithered down his forearms, liberally applying drool as it went.

The taste of vanilla was laced with hints of mango whenever his tongue found a sweet spot, further stimulating the bat's appetite and earning another demanding groan from his gut. His wings constantly pulled and adjusted the white cat, now eagerly shoveling him in with the aid of well-timed, ravenous gulps. A flustered whine escaped Frosty's lips when his outstretched arms were pulled deep enough to bring the bat's mouth just short of his face. There was no hesitation this time. When CJ's jaws yawned again, his snout was simultaneously descending to give the cheetah a much more intimate look at his throat.

Squelch. The wet noise was the only thing Frosty could hear for several seconds as his ears were molested by the bat's tongue. His naked body was rudely groped and squeezed while CJ fitted his impressive jaws around slim shoulders, chewing lightly on the squirming cat between gulps. The scent of fermented fruit was already announcing itself to Frosty, wafting up from the bat's gut as his arms parted the way before him. That smell only grew more potent once CJ swallowed again, plunging the cheetah's head into his throat and blanketing him in darkness.

A steady thud now dominated Frosty's senses, accompanied by the approving groans of his gluttonous lover. Intense heat washed over his body, both from the slimy gullet tightly hugging his figure and his own shameless arousal. He could feel stiffness demanding attention between his legs, and he was certain CJ could smell it. The bat almost chuckled around his mouthful when he felt Frosty's hips wiggle beneath his wings with needy desire. His response was to tighten his hold on the wiggly butt and stretch his body downward, the combined efforts cramming several inches of the spotted meal into his belly. This brought his tongue within reach of the cat's dripping length, but he didn't let Frosty immediately know it.

Frosty's abs twitched when he felt the tip of his mate's tongue. His hips rolled eagerly, a muffled whine heard deep in the bat's throat. It seemed to be just out of reach, however, further frustrating the poor cat. Another deep swallow drew CJ's jaws to the top of Frosty's hips and offered the cheetah what he so desperately wanted - and then some. The bat's tongue dragging against his cock earned a satisfied groan, only to escalate sharply when he wrapped the feline shaft in a tight sleeve and worked the tip of his tongue beneath Frosty's tail.

Pent up as he was, it didn't take much effort to get Frosty over edge. He was already dribbling when a determined swallow stretched CJ's cheeks over wide, feminine hips. A slimy tongue-tip wiggled deeper into the cat's body while his body wiggled inside CJ, the resulting bump to his prostate making Frosty squeal. The cheetah's body jerked in his lover's throat, humping into the slimy tongue-sleeve as he cried out in pleasure. A hot eruption of feline seed followed, splattering the back of the bat's tongue and throat. Blushing despite himself, CJ let the musky taste saturate his taste buds before his body demanded he swallow again.

A pool of slimy fluids greeted Frosty when his snout breeched the bat's gut, forcing him to hold his breath until another gulp forced him into an empty pocket. The air was heavy with the smell of digested fruit, the natural fermentation in the bat's gut making Frosty a bit dizzy, especially as he panted to catch his breath from a rather abrupt orgasm. He was still leaking his warmth into the bath's throat as his hips were swallowed up, pinning his throbbing feline cock to his stomach and endlessly stroking it. The sensitivity was almost too much, twisting his body around and aiding the bat in his efforts as his nerves were overwhelmed with stimuli.

The bat's stomach gurgled noisily as it expanded to accommodate the hefty "snack." Now working down the cheetah's toned thighs, he knew it wouldn't take much more to pack Frosty away. His tongue mopped over white fur, beginning to purse his lips like he was suckling up noodles. The bat's wings supported Frosty's paws and held them together, a hooked claw dancing over the grey pads at each of his toes and the larger center mound. He knew the cheetah was exceptionally ticklish, drawing an immediate outburst of muffled giggling and a brief flurry of thrashing. Tense muscles ensured the cheetah didn't struggle too much, clamping his lips down on the cheetah's ankles so he could savor this moment.

It took a firm bite on the lip for Frosty to contain his laughing, but that didn't prevent him from trying to kick away the assault on his feet. The snug grip ensured that he was forced to endure this, hands pushing firmly against the surrounding walls to voice his "displeasure." CJ paid him no mind, working his tongue between each of the cheetah's fuzzy digits in turn. He made several passes over both paws, feeling Frosty's struggles gradually subside as he acclimated to the fruit bat's delicate touch. This enabled CJ to be a bit more thorough, exploring every crevice his tongue could find while letting the metal barbells massage gently into the cheetah's grey pads.

Satisfied that he'd sufficiently abused his mate's feet, CJ curled his tongue over both feline paws and swallowed heavily to haul them into his throat. The tufted end of Frosty's tail naturally followed, disappearing between the bat's lips with a soft slurp. He scarcely needed to swallow at this point, tongue lolling out as the fidgeting cat was forced to curl further to fit into his belly. His wings briefly lifted to wrap around his gut, feeling the cheetah's outline shifting beneath his fur as he settled in.

It was hot, cramped, and slimy inside of CJ's stomach, and only became tighter once he finished. A rippling belch let a fair amount of Frosty's air out, conforming the slimy walls to his body and making it especially difficult for the cat to move. The lingering taste of fruit and cat made him smirk, listening to idle churning while his belly got acquainted with the new occupant. It was mostly harmless for the moment, the bat's weak stomach acids suited better to dissolving fruits than cats. As Frosty had previously discovered, however, mostly harmless did not mean entirely safe, given enough time.

The walls compressed when CJ moved, making Frosty grunt at the tension on his body. He could feel the bat stretching, mostly likely flaunting a sagging gut to himself. In truth, CJ was reaching for the kitchen counter again. With his mate indisposed, he was free to help himself to the remaining fruit intended for Frosty's juice. The pear was quickly swept up and devoured while he sheared away an orange peel, making Frosty perk up and shove when he realized what CJ was up to. Adding insult to injury, CJ reached for the small pitcher of mango juice that Frosty had previously been guarding. He crammed the orange into his mouth and chewed quickly, then washed it down with the sweet nectar.

The brief cooling sensation that followed made Frosty shiver, but his mate's sweltering core brought the temperature back in no time. A soft gurgle could be heard as the bat licked his lips clean and swallowed down a mouthful of air for his lover, offering a bit of comfort and just enough room to wiggle about. Frosty's hands and feet explored the slimy contours in the darkness, which only stimulated the bat enough to belch again. Oh well.

Depositing the juicer's parts in the sink for later, CJ bundled himself back up in his wings, sighing blissfully at the overstuffed feeling. His arms squeezed against the cheetah still wiggling inside, encouraging his mate to calm down with a possessive hug. His grabbing feet shifted on the skylight to find a more suitable perch, tightening his wings into a snug cocoon against his body. A thick layer of fur, a bit of pudge, and the bat's stretched wing membranes now masked the cheetah's curves and smoothed them out to an excessively round paunch that occasionally bulged when Frosty moved.

"O-okay, hun. You win, you made your point." The cheetah's voice was thoroughly muffled, but CJ could make him out well enough. "Can I...come out now?"

The bat's only response was another soft burp. Well, that answers that.

Ducking his head beneath the folded wings, CJ tenderly kissed his belly in several places before letting out a deep, groggy yawn. It was already "late" by his clock, and the addition of an indulgent meal had his body refocusing its energy on digestion as opposed to alertness. He tucked his cheek against his body and wrapped a wing over his face to shield himself from the sun shining through the skylight, leaving only a pair of dark bat ears protruding from the snug wrap. The muted sounds of his body at work were enough to lull the bat to sleep, but not before he murmured a quiet good night to Frosty.

Though groggy from the stale air in the bat's gut, slowed, deeper breathing was enough to alert Frosty that his mate was nodding off. He tried to push and jostle him awake, hoping to be let free, but the bat's soft words made it clear that Frosty wasn't going anywhere. When he continued to make a fuss, a tight flex from the bat's abdomen and wings forced up a last sweet burp. The cheetah's knees were pinned against his body, trapping his arms in place and making further protests nearly impossible.

Frosty could only blush in the darkness as he finally surrendered, letting his mate revel in the little victory. His eyes were getting heavier, his body telling him that perhaps a nap wouldn't be such a bad thing. He could only hope that the bat would awaken and spit him back up before long, though he knew this to be unlikely. He'd grown accustomed to the bat's "eating habits" despite vocal (however minimal) disapproval.

It wasn't long before both were fast asleep in the kitchen, soft classical music still filling the kitchen and ensuring a deep slumber while the bat began to digest the contents of his belly in peace...