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An empty growl filled the living room, the tri-colored folf's belly voicing its displeasure that dinner had not yet happened. He was starving, glancing at the clock and wondering how long the delivery would take. A hand idly pat Nin's stomach to reassure it that food would arrive soon while he kicked up his feet and watched videos on his laptop. He idly considered poking his head outside to see if he could snag a quick meal, but a firm knock at the door immediately dismissed the thought.

Sliding his laptop to one side, Nin leapt from the couch and rushed to the front door. His tail was wagging quickly as he pulled it open, but nearly became a blur when he was met by a familiar white cheetah instead of his meal delivery. Though in Nin's mind, the two weren't far off. Frosty was bundled up against a chill afternoon, a breeze making him shiver.

"Hey, Frosty! Good to see you, you're just in time to be dinner." Although it wasn't the delivery he'd been expecting, the folf knew an opportunity when he saw one. He'd invited him over for games, but Frosty had (un)fortunately arrived before the food.

"Wait, what? That's not what I agreed to," Frosty objected, cheeks turning pink beneath his fur.

"Nonsense. Get in here, spottybutt." Before he could react, a hand grabbed the cheetah's wrist and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him.

"B-but, you said you were ordering food for us, right? Can just...wait for that to get here," Frosty continued. He placed his hands on the folf's chest as Nin leaned in, wrapping the cat up in a tight hug and grinning.

"I mean, I could wait, yeah. But I think I'd rather just eat 'ya first." His muzzled pressed against the cheetah's neck as he continued teasing him, noting the darkening blush with a smirk. As Nin dragged his tongue up the side of Frosty's neck and cheek, he felt him shudder in the warm embrace. "Besides, I know 'ya taste a lot better than takeout. A lot more filling, too. So, the food's already here, far as I'm concerned."

"Niiiiiiin!" Though he whined again, the cheetah's cheeks were burning hotly now. He couldn't hide the fact, leaning his head while another long slurp rolled up his face. "M'not...food..."

Nin's stomach growled loudly enough that Frosty could feel it against his waist. Lapping his tongue wetly over an ear, he murmured into it. "My belly really wants 'ya, spottycat. So why don't you wiggle down and fill it like a good kitty?"

He didn't give Frosty another chance to protest. Nin knew that if he persisted, he could eventually break the cheetah's defenses and coerce him into admitting he enjoyed it, for all his objections. His jaws gaped impressively, blue and orange fur parting to hungrily shove the cheetah's head in with an unsurprising lack of actual resistance. Frosty squirmed in the folf's arms, but made a flustered noise when his nose was pushed into his throat.

Just as Nin was swallowing, another firm knock at the door caused the pair to simultaneously jump in surprise. Of all the timing. He half-debated simply shoveling the white cheetah down and making them wait. Nin thought better of it, and begrudgingly pulled his jaws back with a noisy slurp. Frosty nearly collapsed to the floor when he was released, his entire face red from blushing and knees trembling lightly.

"Lucky spottycat," Nin teased, openly licking his lips and grinning at his friend. "Don't think you're off the hook now that I've had a taste, though."

Frosty's heart was still pounding as he unsteadily pushed himself away from the front door, the sight of the folf's throat burned into his mind now. He made his way toward the bathroom to towel off the drool, followed for several seconds by Nin's gaze. Soon.

Nin opened the door and was greeted by a blast of cold air when the breeze kicked up. He was relieved to see a small skunk on his doorstep, carrying a steamy grocery bag that smelled richly of stir fry and curry. The interruption wasn't a total loss. The smell of food made the folf's belly growl audibly as he accepted the bag, smirking when he noticed the delivery boy timidly look away. Though he'd been briefly distracted by the meal, he grinned when he recognized the mephit. Although a bushy tail was now curled around him like a full-body scarf, Nin knew his guilty expression well.

Still holding the delivery, Nin leaned toward his friend while his belly rumbled even louder. "Hello, skunkie. Did you want to be the appetizer?"

Tris whined quietly beneath his tail, which further tightened around his body to hide himself. "B-but...I'm working..." But as an arm came around his waist to gather him up, he willfully cuddled up to the taller folf.

"I'm sure it happens all the time." The statement was more accurate than he realized. Chuckling, Nin hoisted him off his feet easily and gave a fond squeeze. Nearly two feet taller than the skunk, he had little trouble carrying Tris inside. He let Tris onto his feet once the door was closed, depositing the bag on the coffee table. Frosty was in the bathroom still and he could hear running water, likely rinsing the drool out of his fur.

Unnecessary, Nin thought to himself with a grin. Things would probably get a lot messier again for Frosty, if things went the way he was hoping. The folf knew he could certainly fit both, given their respective heights. As he settled into the sofa, he beckoned Tris to join him. There was a brief hesitation, but soon he nervously padded toward Nin and slid beside him on the cushion. This brought a wide grin to his lips, sliding both arms around the skunk's waist.

"If it makes 'ya feel any better, Frosty can keep 'ya company in there."

That made Tris squeak and hug his tail tightly against his body. But he offered a meek nod, small ears tucking flat as he hid blushing cheeks behind his tail. Nin's tongue rolled over his lips, already drooling at the thought of two cute boys cramped in his stomach. Seeing the skunk's nervous acceptance was all the encouragement he needed to tighten his arms around Tris, then lunge over him much in the same way he'd done with Frosty earlier.

A flustered shudder rocked the skunk's body as he was thrust up to his shoulders in the folf's orange and blue jaws in a single motion. Between the tempting flavor of cheetah on his breath, warm takeout, and now a snack-sized skunk, he was ravenous. He didn't even bother peeling Tris out of his fall layers, hands sliding down his body to firmly grab his hips.

Tris squeaked again, face growing intensely hot both from blushing and the folf's body heat as it was introduced to Nin's throat. A deep gulp easily fit the skunk's head into his neck, crooning at his taste and prompting another heavy tug. The coiled tail briefly obscured them while Nin squeezed the skunk's hips and lifted him off the cushion, only to begin unwinding steadily as he was swallowed right out of the fluffy loops.

Drool soaked Tris's clothing until it was sticking wetly to his fur, exploring to find any exposed areas to sample the wiggly "appetizer." His tongue slid beneath the collar of his shirt until he was forced to withdraw, stuffing the mephit's chest down and wrapping his jaws around Tris's waist. The skunk's wide hips were wiggling as he was hefted into the air, tail now unfurling to its full, impressive length to swish about quickly.

Nin's tongue snuck beneath the bottom of Tris's shirt to wetly slurp his belly, eliciting gigging and fitful spasms from his snack. He growled softly around the mouthful before giving a firm push, wrapping his cheeks around the skunk's wide curves. He scooped them up and quickly turned the perky butt into its own impressive lump in his neck.

With only a pair of scrambling legs and a long, fluidly-wagging tail remaining, Nin was able to lean back into the couch and let his body do the rest. The petite skunk was beginning to slip face-first into his gut, pushing it down into his lap and prompting Nin to part his thighs somewhat to cradle him. Blue fur distended with vague shapes, wiggling beneath the surface as he lazily gulped down the skunk's dark legs and bushy tail.

With a wet squelch, Nin brought his friend's kneading feet up to his lips. One hand was now resting atop his growing gut, the other cradling the two feet and rubbing over them tenderly. His tongue curled around Tris's ankles and lightly tugged, parting his jaws and allowing peristalsis to draw them back into his throat. The only evidence of the cute skunk was now a flicking length of bushy tail poking between Nin's lips. The rest of him was comfortably cocooned in slimy, rippling flesh that was eager to conform to his body to help him along.

As Tris curled up in his stomach, both arms reached around it to hold him close, embracing the wiggling morsel as a few last gulps neatly squeezed him out of Nin's esophagus. The tail disappeared like a fuzzy noodle, slithering down to spill into his belly with the skunk, and subsequently coil around him once more like a security blanket.

A wet, satisfied gurgle emerged from Nin's middle once his meal settled in, reveling in the moment with a soft growl. There was nothing better than a squirming gut, especially when he didn't have to fight to get them down. Nin pressed his head into the headrest while his hands kneaded his gut possessively, groaning each time Tris wiggled.

"Mmh, such a tasty, filling little skunk," he sighed blissfully. "Perfect for an appetizer, and....rrrf...it's gonna feel so good to have both you and a spottycat squirming in there together, cramped up and gurgling for me."

Nin was so caught up in the moment that he hadn't noticed Frosty returning from the bathroom. He'd been toweling off his head and stepped into the living room just in time to hear Nin's shameless announcement. He was still holding the towel to his cheek as he stared at the folf's enormous gut, tail frozen in time and face growing steadily hotter from blushing. Soon the spotted tail was nearly wagging, watching blue fur squirm and shift actively while Nin pawed over it.

It took a soft "ahem" to catch the folf's attention, peeking one eye open and gazing the cheetah's direction, then smirking widely when he noticed him staring. "Once again, you're just in time for dinner, spottycat. Care to join us?" Nin offered.

"Is that...did you really...?" Frosty glanced at the bundle on the coffee table, then back to his friend's impressive gut. It was all the confirmation he needed.

Stretching languidly, Nin rested one hand atop his belly and lightly pet it, causing his stomach to burble, followed by a belch that tightened his gut around the mephit. He licked his lips, savoring the faint taste of skunk lingering on his breath and giving his twitching belly another stroke. The other hand reached down and pat the cushion beside Nin, inviting the cheetah to join him.

"You're welcome to rub, if you like. There's still plenty of room inside for 'ya, spottybutt."

The folf's tongue rolled over his drool-slicked muzzle again, eyeing the cheetah and imagining how full he'd feel once the main course was tucked away. He could see the hesitation in Frosty's eyes, but when Tris shifted again, the cheetah's curiosities got the better of him. Nin was wagging again when the slinky cat slid in against him, the same spot Tris had been occupying moments ago. He wrapped an arm around Frosty's waist, the other reaching down to take the cheetah's wrist and guide it to his swollen belly.

"Get a good feel, kitty. You'll be joining him in there soon enough..."