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A pair of round ears perked when he stepped through door into the bar. Frosty had attended enough to know that bars tended to have a reputation for loud music, rowdy behavior, and cigarettes. This place was well outside of that norm. "Intimate" was a word that came to mind as he looked around, rather than rowdy. The music was ambience instead of overpowering. It felt surprisingly welcoming, for a bar.

Though other clubs may be packed wall to wall at this hour, only a handful of patrons were seated at the bar and tables. But Damien wouldn't have it any other way. He preferred the more relaxed atmosphere as opposed to the usual bustle of larger bars. The black fox was vigorously hefting a stainless shaker as Frosty approached, braided hair swinging behind him as he shook. With a deft flick the lid was removed, and the entire shaker was upended over a wide glass. Just enough flair, without being flashy.

A bright smile greeted the white cheetah when Damien noticed him. Had he lost track of time? He'd been deep in conversation across the bar while mixing drinks. They had agreed to meet up for dinner during his break, though a glance at the clock indicated the cheetah was early as usual.

"Good to see you, Frosty. Can I get you anything?"

The cheetah shook his head as he leaned against the bar. Propped on his elbows, his hips idly swayed while he watched Damien slide the finished drink down the bar. When he turned his attention back to Frosty, his eyes briefly paused on those wagging curves. The fox smirked, bushy tail flicking as he approached his friend. Flirt.

"You're lucky it's not busy, otherwise I might make you wait," Damien chuckled.

Frosty's idle swaying turned into a deliberate wiggle that captured the fox's gaze again. "If you think you can wait," he teased back, poking a tongue at him.

Smirking, the fox leaned in until their noses almost touched. "I seem to recall you enthusiastically suggesting these little dinner meetups, kitty. Tell me who wants it more."

The fact brought an immediate blush to Frosty's cheeks, sheepishly halting his swaying for the moment. He glanced down the bar, where a cream-colored rabbit was smirking at him knowingly. Frosty's visits had been frequent enough that regular patrons had begun to take notice of the pair disappearing into the back room, only to witness the dark fox emerging by himself a short while later, save for a hefty gut. Nobody ever said a word, simply carrying on business as usual, though he did permit the occasional rub. After all, it wasn't unheard of for the fox to indulge his patrons.

Fidgeting anxiously, the cheetah's blush was growing warmer when he became aware that he was being watched. He knew that they knew. And given the opportunity, some of those would happily show Frosty that foxes weren't the only ones above him on the food chain. The grinning rabbit was certainly included among them.

Noting the cheetah's extended silence, Damien reached up to lightly rub his cheek. "There's no need to feel nervous. You know you're among friends here. Shall we?"

Frosty's timid response was just loud enough that only Damien would hear it over the music. "Of course. D-don't wanna keep anyone waiting longer than needed."

The fox flashed a pearly grin at Frosty before he turned away and placed a hand on the swinging door leading to the kitchen. The dark braid flicked as he peered back and gestured the cheetah to join with a leaning nod. Frosty stepped around the counter and was quick to follow, receiving a wink along the way from another patron. Curvy hips wiggled as they passed through the door, giving anyone staring a last look at the petite spotted cat.

As soon as Frosty walked into the kitchen he was swept into a friendly hug. Giggling, he immediately returned the embrace, heart still beating quickly. He couldn't deny that he was excited. The fox's confidence and charm were the main reason he kept coming back. Stepping in, Damien gently nudged the cheetah against the wall and held him in place while his hands roamed along his waist. It was always a treat to admire those curves. Even more so to taste them, and ultimately add them to his own hips.

"Mmh, you smell really nice. Always a shame to have to hurry," Damien admitted softly. "Perhaps I'll have you come by afterhours sometime, if you think you can manage it. Not that I mind you being my lunch break."

"You know I wouldn't mind either way." Frosty's tail swished quickly, burying his muzzle into the fox's neck to cheek-rub fondly.

Damien obliged him with a vulpine purr, matching the cheetah's own steady rumbling while he reached down to squeeze the cat's hips. "Certainly. Because you know exactly where you want to be. Always so willing to settle in where you belong like a good kitty."

Frosty lost himself in those words as a shiver raced up his back, cheeks burning with a healthy glow spread over them. His mind flashed back to their previous encounters, fondly remembering how kindly the fox always treated him, even while his belly was busily tending to the cat's unusual "needs." He was so deep in thought that he didn't initially notice his pants being unbuttoned, but he wouldn't stop Damien either way. They would just be a nuisance for the fox later, if consumed. When he felt a pair of hands gently tugging them over his hips, a light wiggle helped Damien relieve him of the denim.

Blue eyes peered up at Damien when he gently placed a hand beneath Frosty's chin to guide it toward his own muzzle. Their lips met in a tender kiss that wouldn't last nearly as long as he'd like. Frosty's ears laid back submissively, a soft murmur muffled against his friend's snout. When the kiss broke, instead of easing away Frosty found himself being drawn closer, parting lips beginning to creep over the end of his short muzzle.

"Mmmmh..." The familiar taste prompted Damien to yawn wider, filling his friend's view with a pink interior that sharply contrasted his dark fur. The fox's tongue slid over his bottom teeth, crawling along Frosty's chin and eventually sneaking beneath his collar to better sample the flustered cheetah. The faint taste of vanilla always made him think of the snowy cat as a sweet treat, rolling his tongue to leave a wet streak down Frosty's neck.

Frosty tried to keep still as his friend's teeth nibbled over the top of his head, pushing down his ears and making him shiver again at the sensitive touch. Warm breaths rolled over his face and down the back of his neck each time Damien exhaled. Strings of drool dripped over his muzzle, clinging to his fur to slicken the cat and aid Damien in his efforts. With a soft squelch, everything became dark when his muzzle was eased over the back of the fox's tongue, a rippling gulp guiding Frosty down. Soon his entire face was being hugged in Damien's throat, the black fur distending around him.

The initial gulps were intended to adjust himself to the cheetah's bulk and give Frosty a preview of what was to come. It already felt snug in the fox's throat, and he knew his surroundings were about to become much tighter. Once Damien began to fit his jaws around the squirming cat's shoulders, everything began to pick up. A sharp tug crammed both shoulders toward the fox's throat, and with a determined swallow, he managed to shove them in. The fox's teeth hooked his tank top and pulled at the fabric, sticking to his body wetly. Frosty felt himself being leaned forward as Damien hunched over him, arms pushed up to his chest to pin them in place.

Another satisfied groan could be heard around him, reminding Frosty just how much his friend enjoyed these special arrangements as he was hungrily devoured. Damien's hands took a firmer hold on his hips and began to lift him from the floor, sneaking a firm squeeze in the process to grope the cheetah's finer points. Wiggling against them, he gave the fox an eyeful of swaying cheetah hips, prompting him to shove Frosty's butt and plunge a slender waist into his mouth.

Each rolling swallow kneaded the cheetah deeper, slimy muscles squeezing his body toward the waiting gut below. Frosty could already hear it burbling eagerly over the deep, steady thrum of his friend's heart. It was almost calling to him, beckoning the eager cat to slide in and curl up in a fox's gut. Though he was happy to oblige, all Frosty could do was squirm to help himself along, his own weight beginning to accelerate the descent. A muffled giggle could be heard when Damien's warm tongue rolled across his belly button, briefly tickling him and eliciting further wiggling before another deep gulp followed.

Before he knew it, Damien was nibbling the top of his hips, and his face was pushed against the entrance to his belly. A hot rush of stale air greeted him as he was squeezed through, making Damien's belly gurgle around him when his head was introduced. The feeling made him smile around the white cat, yawning over Frosty's hips and biting on them playfully to make that cute butt wiggle again. Moments later it became a prominent feature between his cheeks, then neck.

The petite cat was nearly gone now, legs lifted into the air as Damien tipped his head back and continued to greedily guzzle him down. His belly was beginning to fill out now, growing steadily as Frosty was forced to curl up inside. The cheetah's torso spilled into the slimy pit as his friend made quick work of his toned legs, shoving him against smooth walls that stretched to make room for him, only to squeeze down on Frosty once more.

A smooth tongue wound up Frosty's ankles and curled around his paws, sneaking a few last licks of the delicious cat before closing his lips over them. Damien paused a moment to suckle on the cheetah's feet while the tip of Frosty's tail flicked quickly back and forth. His toes splayed when he felt the fox's tongue winding between them, only to give a little tug to gulp Frosty the rest of the way down.

A soft croon could be heard as the squirming feline swiftly vanished. Licking his lips, Damien let his hands wander over his gut while his meal settled in. The cheetah's mass pulled at the inside of his gut, dragging it down until his stomach muscles were able to comfortably support him. "Oooh, that's a good kitty. Tasty as ever, and....mmmh....so delightfully filling."

Thought he was now tightly cramped and being slathered in viscous gastric fluids, Frosty was still purring. He could feel the fox pushing at his body from the outside, intermittently squeezing him and encouraging further squirming. Twisting himself in the slimy interior, Frosty pushed his feet against the stomach lining to knead from within, though his arms were pinned between his bent knees and his chest. Damien's fingers immediately reached for those distinct shapes, pushing on them lightly and rubbing the cute pawprints before he offered the distinct shape of Frosty's butt a similar squeeze.

"Nnh, that's the spot...you feel so good in there, all curled up nice and tight for me. Just relax for me now, kitty, and let those delicious hips become part of mine. You're all mine again, chee." Damien's gut clenched as he teased, compressing the slimy walls against Frosty. The pressure forced up a cheetah-flavored burp, further conforming the cheetah's surroundings to his body and leaving him little room to move.

Fluids were dripping over Frosty more readily, pooling around him as the interior grew noticeably more active, more heated as the moments passed. A steady thrum from the fox's heart joined the wet noises of digestion as abdominal muscles settled into a regular rhythm, squeezing tightly and relaxing again to work the caustic soup over Frosty. Another soft burp escaped as Damien stretched, arms tucked behind his neck with a deeply-contented groan. Having such a big meal was always a guilty pleasure, but having one so eager to satisfy him was something else entirely.

Though he proceeded to straighten his disheveled clothing, pulling the dress shirt and apron over his enormous gut was futility. With a cheeky smirk, the fox smoothed down his uniform to the best of his ability and turned toward the swinging door. His belly swayed gently with each step as he wobbled out of the kitchen and returned to his duties with Frosty in tow, carrying himself as casually as he could manage given the circumstances. It was impossible not to draw attention when his stomach was so much heavier than it had been, especially when it wiggled on its own. Thankfully Frosty wasn't making too much fuss, embracing his role as fox food.

When Damien leaned his swollen gut against the counter, a pair of soft feet immediately pushed themselves against him from the other side of the bar. The dark fox lifted his gaze and met eyes with the same rabbit that had been watching Frosty previously. They exchanged playful grins, and as usual said nothing while he proceeded to covertly knead his feet against Damien's gut beneath the countertop to help the fox digest his dinner while he resumed serving drinks...