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Forest's nose picked up a heavenly scent as soon as he stepped out of his car. Someone was baking cookies. Several bags of groceries crinkled against one another as he walked up the driveway, sniffing at the air to identify the source. The sweet aroma was strongest at the front door, greeting Forest with a rush of warm air laced with vanilla and melting chocolate when it opened. The grey wuff could scarcely contain his wagging tail, quickly closing the door behind himself. A warm home was welcome relief from the bitter cold, and a fresh batch of his favorite cookies always made it better.

As he shed his scarf, Forest could hear upbeat music from the kitchen's stereo system. He recognized the song immediately, but there was another voice above the audio that made him chuckle. Frosty was singing along to the swing tune. He cautiously maneuvered down the hall with the groceries in tow, the music growing steadily clearer until he stood at the entryway to the kitchen.

Woo-oo-ooo, I wanna be just like you...

To say that he was getting into the music would be an understatement. Frosty was half-dancing while rolling out a ball of cookie dough between his hands, strategically covered in thick gloves and donning an apron to avoid tainting the cookies with cat fur. The white cheetah's feminine hips rolled to either side with the beat while he alternated between humming and singing along. He was so absorbed in the activity that he didn't see Forest standing with the groceries.

A conveniently-timed alarm distracted Frosty from his cookie-rolling, but he didn't miss a beat as he twirled around and snatched an oven mitt. The wuff chuckled at the display and shook his head, announcing his presence by rustling the grocery bags as he approached the island where Frosty had been filling a baking sheet with chocolate chip cookie dough. Round feline ears perked at the noise, turning his head and blushing when he realized he'd been caught dancing.

"Oh, hey there, wuffie. Didn't hear you come in," Frosty sheepishly admitted.

"I noticed. It's a good thing I wasn't hunting for dinner; otherwise you'd never see it coming."

Turning about-face, the curvy cheetah planted a hand on his hip and smirked, the other balancing a hot tray of cookies. "And you'd catch an earful about spilling an entire tray of perfectly good chocolate chip cookies, instead of dinner."

The wuff growled lowly and traced his tongue over his lips, ensuring that his friend saw what he thought about that. Despite the ominous undertone, however, it was often little more than playful banter. The two had a rather unusual relationship thanks to Frosty's reforming-related job perks. Forest had grown rather attached to the white cheetah, and knowing that he could eat the cat without many repercussions sweetened the deal.

Seeing the look in Forest's eyes, Frosty thought better than to tempt further, lest he end up in a wuff gut before he was finished baking. He carefully transferred the hot cookies to a cooling rack and proceeded to finish filling a fresh tray to put in the oven. As Frosty began to lose himself in the music once more, the wuff's eyes drifted down to follow the motion of his hips. Then he noticed something was off about the way the apron was hugging Frosty's body. It was more conforming than usual. More...revealing.

When Frosty turned to place the cookies in the oven, it became painfully clear why. Forest was greeted was a perfect view of the cheetah's perky rump, shamelessly uncovered and wiggling to the music. In fact, the apron was the only thing Frosty was wearing. The strings were strategically tied above his tail, about the only thing covering any portion of the white feline's backside. He caught himself staring as Frosty set the oven timer, blushing when the cheetah turned to face him again.

Giving a cheeky smirk, Frosty leaned on his elbows against the counter. "Feeling okay, wuffie? You're looking awfully flushed."

Forest deliberately coughed, pretending to clear his throat as he shook his head. "N-no, just a little distracted, is all." He wasn't wrong, of course. The image of the cheetah's unclothed rump had burned itself into his memory and he found himself revisiting it over and over while he put away groceries. The result was more than a simple blush. His body was responding in kind to Frosty's temptation, making it even more difficult to focus on his task. A growl from the wuff's gut was accompanied by an idle lick across the lips as he imagined those hips sliding down his throat.

Once the perishable items were safely in the fridge, Forest peered over his shoulder to sneak another look. Frosty had finished traying up the cookies and was beginning to clean up, wiping down the counter and moving dishes to the sink. The sight made his mouth water. Frosty was lightly built like many of his kin, but carried a feminine frame with hips that could kill. It took a good deal of self-control not to leap across the kitchen island and tackle him with the intent of stuffing his belly with cheetah.

Then again, the last batch of cookies was in the oven baking. Did he really need to hold back? He was certain he could handle taking one tray of cookies out of the oven, though doing so with a bellyful of squirming cat might challenge that.

Nutbunnies. Forest was at odds with himself, now openly staring at Frosty's butt and experiencing another wave of intrusive thoughts. The more he dwelt on it, the harder it was to ignore the urge to eat him. How easy would it be? He's not even paying attention again. When Frosty bent down to turn on the sink, his tail dipped to avoid completely exposing himself, earning another low growl that was lost to the music.

Ignoring the remaining groceries, the wuff made up his mind. He maneuvered swiftly around the kitchen island and was on Frosty immediately. There was a startled "chrrrrp!" when a pair of hands came down firmly on the cheetah's hips, holding them steady as the wuff leaned in to nuzzle his scruff. Now it was Frosty's turn to blush, feeling the heat of Forest's breath against the back of his neck. Audible snuffling was followed by an approving predatory growl, the cheetah's fur rich with scents of baking sweets.

Peeking over his shoulder, Frosty grinned knowingly and swayed his hips in his friend's palms. "Something on your mind, wuffie?"

"Oh, there's a lot of something on my mind right now, chee." His fingers tightened, squeezing those wide, spotted curves. There was a noticeable shiver when he pressed close, bending forward to growl into Frosty's ear. "You bring it on yourself, you know."

Though he had food in mind, being so close to a mostly naked cheetah had the unintended consequence of arousing more than the wuff's appetite. When Frosty rolled his hips to reciprocate his friend's teasing, he brushed across the wuff's lap and was immediately made aware. Though tight jeans were restricting it, there was no denying the bulge Forest was sporting. It was unusually flattering, knowing that he could get the "poor" wuff so flustered simply by wiggling at him. But despite all his attempts to coax more than an appetite out of Forest, neither of them had initiated sexual contact in their time living together. At least, nothing beyond a bloated wuff idly grinding his hips against his belly to help his meal digest.

Something felt different this time. Although the sensation of hot breath on his ears and neck was all-too-familiar, there was intent behind the contact their bodies made. There was new passion in the wuff's movements, beyond the simple need to fill his belly with food. A tightening grip on Frosty's body made that much clear.

"Such a pretty cat. It almost feels like a shame to ruin these curves." The wuff's palms massaged in slow circles against either side of Frosty's hips, bumping him against the counter to pin him. Though he initially pretended to resist, it was too easy for the wuff to break the façade via another slow grind and make Frosty whimper quietly, invitingly. His tail draped itself loosely over the wuff's shoulders like a fuzzy boa, the tip flicking anxiously. A metallic snap came moments later, followed by the unmistakable tick-tick-tick of a zipper slowly being undone.

Blushing heavily now, Frosty peered over his shoulder at his friend and flicked his tail free, letting it naturally curl upward in an open invitation. The wuff's hands removed themselves from Frosty's hips, so he could take in the view of his boxers proudly standing up, resting neatly in the cleft of the cheetah's plush rump. A slow grind eased his erect spire against those plush cheeks, making Frosty shiver anxiously and whine under his breath.

"Oh, you want this, don't you?" Forest grinned to himself, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the flustered cat bent over the counter. "You have no idea how much it's been on my mind to pin you and go to town when you wiggle that cute butt at me."

Frosty was too flustered to reply. Simply hearing the wuff teasing at it was enough to make shivers race up his spine. It didn't stop him from encouraging the wuff's behavior, however, rolling his hips to match Forest. His arms folded beneath him on the counter, supporting his cheek as he waited to see what Forest's next move would be. A wet spot was already forming at the pinnacle of his boxers, spreading gradually and prompting the wuff to sink a thumb beneath the waistband to air out a bit.

When the cheetah's wide hips rolled again, Forest's hooked waistband sank several inches. Instead of fabric, bare ebony flesh nestled itself into the silky-soft cat fur. This time it was the grey wuff who shuddered, his face growing suddenly hot. He'd fantasized about this time and time again. Dreamed of it, though previously he'd firmly deny any claims. He'd come close several times. The time Frosty came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his mane, he'd nearly been tackled by Forest. But the wuff hadn't given in that time. Instead, he simply ate the freshly showered cat when the opportunity presented itself.

"J-jeez, kitty...y-you must really be feeling needy...rrrf...to put on a show like this." Despite his best attempt at a dominant tease, his voice waivered as he spoke. Even now, Forest wondered whether to proceed as planned, or simply wrap his jaws around the cheetah's ears and start swallowing before he gave in to temptation.

A sultry sway tipped Forest well in favor of the former. The way the lithe cat moved his body was irresistible. As badly as he did want to devour the vanilla-scented cheetah bent over before him, the wuff instead decided to indulge a different craving tonight. Tightening his grip on the waistband of his boxers, Forest ground his hips upward until a tapered tip bumped the underside of Frosty's tail while he peeled the fabric down to fully expose himself.

Though he couldn't see what the wuff was offering, Frosty could certainly feel the heat against his body. His heart was racing, pattering anxiously in his chest. It certainly wasn't the cheetah's first time getting involved with a partner, but never with Forest. Despite his best efforts, the wuff had been surprisingly resilient about not giving in to these kinds of desires. Frosty had finally managed to break through his will after whittling away for so long.

One fuzzy hand came to rest on those spotted hips while the other continued tugging Forest's underwear down, eventually wiggling it down to his thighs. With his fly wide open and boxers relieved, the wuff could comfortably grind his hips forward to sandwich his length between those plush cheeks. The feel of silky fur on bare flesh earned a shaky growl, fingers curling to nearly dig his claws into Frosty's hip. Wet droplets welled up from the tapered black tip, smeared into the fur at the base of the cat's rapidly flicking tail.

Leaning down, Forest hunched over his flustered housemate and crooned into his ear. "If you feel at all uncomfortable, d-don't hesitate." That croon turned into a low growl when the cheetah's hips shifted against his lap. "But I can't promise I'll stop."

For the moment, all signs were pointing to yes, but the timid cat gave a quiet reply to remove any doubt. "G-go on, wuffie...bury your bone..."

Despite how much he, himself, was blushing, a deviant smirk pulled Forest's lips back, lowering his snout to press it to the cheetah's scruff. His fur was ripe with the sweet scent of baking, making the wuff's mouth water. Their heated passion was nearly spoiled by a deep rumble from the wuff's belly that made Frosty shiver. Unlike previous encounters, however, Forest was committed to ignoring his stomach to satisfy his urge to release some long-bottled tension.

Both hands came to rest on Frosty's hips once more, giving a firm squeeze that indented his fingers against the plush cheeks. One grind, two, then on the third the wuff found his mark. The feel of a warm tip probing at his entrance arched Frosty's back, and without missing a beat his hips rolled backwards to take initiative. There was a moment of hesitation as the tension of that muscled ring resisted the intrusion, but a liberal smearing of clear precum eventually permitted the wuff inside.

A mutual groan filled the kitchen as the tapered canid tip gently eased his partner open, beginning to push into the cat's warm insides. The heat he found made him shudder, realizing just how worked up and needy Frosty was feeling. Despite a conscious effort to be gentle, instinct overruled courtesy and the wuff abruptly shoved forward. He wanted to bury everything in this lovely, feminine cat, and it was clear that Frosty wanted the same despite how rough it became.

Hot, slick flesh ground against the cheetah's inner walls as the wuff's shaft disappeared in one swift stroke, bumping firmly against wide cheetah hips and pushing him into the countertop. A sharp "chrrrrp!" filled the kitchen, escaping Frosty's open mouth as he was claimed by his friend. This was joined by a low growl in his ears, Forest hunching lower over Frosty once he was properly nestled. The wuff grinned to himself, resting his muzzle between the cheetah's back-turned ears and drawing in a deep, slow breath to calm his nerves for a moment.

"Th-there's a good chee...let's see...mrrrrf...how much more we can make you chirp."

Frosty wasn't sure whether to take that as encouragement, or a warning of what was to come. He got his answer quickly enough as the wuff's fingers tightened on his hips again, giving Forest leverage to tug his hips away, relishing in the feeling of the cat's body tugging on his shaft. At first the cheetah had resisted him, but now the quivering anal passage didn't want to let go. As soon as he felt the cat's pink ring sliding back to his tip, he abruptly shoved forward again. There was no hesitation, prompting another characteristic chirp from his companion that spurred Forest on.

Though he wanted this moment to last, to savor every nook and cranny of the cat's body, the desire to simply rut was too strong to ignore. As soon as his thighs crashed against Frosty's hips, he pulled back for another stroke. Frosty was no longer resting his head on his arms, now outstretched before him and grasping for anything he could use to brace himself.

With the wuff's weight at his back, the movements were too erratic and the pleasure too great for him to find anything to grip. His fingers curled as he raked them across the countertop, claws fully extended and leaving shallow scratches each time Forest plunged into him. Though they were superficial at first, the countertop was steadily becoming marred deeper by the cheetah's claws.

It wasn't long before Forest was panting, burying his nose between Frosty's ears to indulge in that sweet vanilla scent, enhanced by carnal pleasure that had their hormones raging. The cheetah's chirping was growing steadily louder with each movement, somewhat erratic and broken due to the building pleasure that was flooding his body from the hips up. Though Forest was too preoccupied with the cheetah's butt to notice, a stiff pink length was bouncing against the inside of Frosty's apron. The smooth fabric was stimulating him into a frenzy, leaving wet streaks that added a sweet, almost feminine aroma to the smell of sex.

"Rrrrrf! C-c'mon chee, let...hrrf...wuffie hear you yowl!"

Knees trembling, Frosty could only mash his chin against the counter and heed his body's urges. The feline chirps and whimpering moans were growing more frequent and intense, suggesting that Frosty might not last much longer. Forest wasn't faring much better with how vigorously he was plowing the poor cat. He could feel the tension welling up in his body, building to what was likely to be an explosive climax for both parties.

Dipping his head, Forest did what his instincts directed: he nuzzled down the back of Frosty's neck, then wrapped his jaws around a mouthful of cheetah scruff. The dominant tug seemed to be all it took to set Frosty off, shuddering beneath Forest's heated frame and digging a distinct series of deep scratch marks into the countertop. Chirping turned into short, quick gasps and whimpering, a distinctly wetter, sticky spot spreading along the inside of the apron as bottled-up tension was released.

The impassioned moans turned into a sharp, chirping yelp when Forest suddenly bit down, a sudden surge of tightness around his length tipping him well past the point of no return. The pace grew to a flurry of thrusts, capped by a howl that resonated in Frosty's ears. A distinct throb could be felt against the cheetah's abused inner walls, followed by familiar, gooey warmth that flowed deep with each jump of the wuff's length. Frosty was so lost in the moment that he didn't immediately process the significance of it. He loved that feeling, not only his own apex of boiling passion, but the lustful eruption that followed, spread through his body and warmed from his deepest reaches.

As the two lovers recovered from the brief, but intense encounter, Forest's ears perked to the radio as the song changed. They had all but tuned out the noise during their romp, but the song now playing on the radio could not be ignored.

I wanna...you like an animal...I wanna feel you from the inside...

The lyrics earned a giggle, and a panting cheetah peered over his shoulder to croon sweetly to his housemate...

* * * * * * * * * *

Humming a cheery tune, Frosty waited for the water to warm up once he turned on the shower.

Between making cookie dough, baking, and an unexpectedly steamy encounter with Forest, he felt like he could use a long shower to get his fur back to pristine condition. The cheetah's tail swished as he bent over to adjust the temperature, perking an ear and peering over his shoulder when he heard the bathroom door creak. He was greeted by a smirking wuff, wrapped loosely in a towel and nothing else.

"Mind if I join you?" Forest sounded a good deal more confident in himself, having finally given in to temptation and broken the ice in a rather shameless way.

Forest was met with a blush, the white cheetah already dressed down and ready to shower. With his back facing the wuff, he was putting himself fully on display again, though this time it had been completely unintentional. Without a word, Frosty's brief embarrassment melted into a knowing smirk and he stepped into the shower with a sultry swagger. His tail swished as he turned to the side, placing both arms across his chest sensually and giving the wuff an inviting nod.

That was all the invitation he needed, though Forest was still a bit self-conscious about fully stripping down in his friend's presence. As he loosened the towel, he hesitated. "Er, could you...?"

Recognizing the timid moment, Frosty smiled sweetly and slid the glass door shut. "Don't worry, wuffie. I won't peek."

Breathing a sigh, both at Frosty's consideration and to calm his nerves a bit, he let the towel slip off his waist and deposited it on the towel rack. He paused at the shower door to peer down at the ghostly silhouette of the cheetah through the steamy glass and felt the familiar stir of excitement that had pushed him over the edge in the kitchen. With a soft growl, Forest opened the shower door enough to quietly slip in and close it behind himself.

Frosty was already preoccupied with wetting his head under the warm water, so he didn't immediately notice the wuff's presence until he felt a pair of arms move around his waist. The loose embrace closed in as Forest pressed himself to the cheetah's back, embracing him fondly and nuzzling along the cheetah's now-dripping mane. The cat's own arms gently closed over Forest's, hugging them against his abdomen and drawing him in to cuddle beneath the streaming water.

The two didn't say a word, simply enjoying the serene moment as Forest's palms idly stroked across the cheetah's slim belly. Both were revisiting the scene in the kitchen, each in their own respective places. A soft growl could be heard in Frosty's ears as the wuff's arms tightened for a hug, unable to resist the temptation to let his hands wander lower to his friend's hips. When he felt a subtle wiggle in response, Forest grinned and gave the cat's hips a squeeze.

"Are you trying to tempt me with another round?" Forest growled heatedly to the cheetah.

Giggling, Frosty reached up to scratch his friend behind the ears. "Wouldn't dream of it." His body language gave a different answer entirely, rolling his hips back to press them to the wuff's lap. This earned a firm grip on Frosty's hips, reciprocating the motion and letting Frosty know that he had no issue with the cat's flirting. Despite their recent fling in the kitchen, Forest could feel himself responding in kind to their body contact.

The wuff's hands kneaded firmly against Frosty's wide hips, admiring the feminine qualities that had tempted him for such a long time. For as long as he had been resisting temptation in their time together, the wuff had a number of bottled-up desires that he was now free to explore. And the temptation to indulge in yet another was growing too great to resist. Drawing his hands away from Frosty's hips, he drew his arms about the cheetah's waist to hug him tightly again, only to discover that he wasn't the only one showing interest in another romp in the shower. Frosty was already fully erect, in fact.

As the wuff's own length rose from its fuzzy home, he pressed close to gently wedge it between Frosty's damp cheeks. As he tenderly stroked up and down the cheetah's slim middle, he pressed his nose to the back of his neck and bit softly, causing Frosty to go weak in the knees. Forest tightened his hug to help his friend remain on his feet, grinning softly.

"Naughty little chee. You know perfectly well what you're doing to me. I know you want this." Forest's hand dipped, brushing his fingers along the cat's length and earning a shaky gasp of pleasure that made him grin. At the same time, he offered a much firmer grind that deeply wedged his stiffening length against his friend's rump. The tip poked the underside of Frosty's tail, making the cheetah whine softly and roll his hips in an attempt to better align that dark spire.

Forest had other ideas in mind. Drawing his fingers up Frosty's length one more time to tease him, he then tightened his arms around the cat in a possessive hug, then spun him around to press his back to the shower wall. A startled "chirp!" escaped the cheetah, blushing heavily as a lustily growling wuff immediately pounced on him, coming face-to-face with Frosty. The pair gazed into one-another's eyes for a long moment, the wuff's hips pressing close to rub himself against the dainty cat. Their noses similarly touched, rubbing together before their lips pressed together in a brief, passionate kiss.

As they exchanged slow grinding, Forest's hands stroked across the curve of Frosty's hips, following the contours and giving them another squeeze. It was easily his second-favorite quality about the shapely cat. The first was currently pressed to the wall, hindering Forest from properly groping his friend's rear. With their bodies in such close proximity, he could feel Frosty's heart pattering, a dreamy look in the cheetah's eyes. He was loving every second of this.

"Brace yourself, kitty. And hold on tight." That was the only warning Forest gave as he gripped the cheetah's toned thighs and hefted him off the floor. The cat's dripping back slid against the cool tile as he was lifted, legs guided upward to bring them around Forest's hips. Frosty tightened his thighs to hold himself in place while his feet curled inward to cross behind Forest's back. The position left him completely exposed, exactly as Forest intended.

Leaning in, another kiss landed on Frosty's lips, this time much steamier than the first. A quiet "mmmh" could be heard, the cheetah squirming against his friend as their muzzles interlocked for a long moment. It served as a perfect distraction while Forest began to slowly grind his hips, poking his stiffness beneath Frosty's tail and probing lightly to find his mark. Each gentle nudge earned a quiet, needy groan as the cheetah's arms draped around Forest's shoulders and squeezed him at the same time as his thighs.

When the wuff's ebony tip landed on the intended target, he immediately ground his hips upward and forced Frosty to break the kiss, a shaky moan escaping. There was no hesitation this time, the tapered end vanishing into Frosty's body with a smooth thrust and earning an adorable chirp from the spotted cat. His body was trembling, as were the soft moans resulting from a steadily thicker shaft easing deeper an inch at a time. Without warning, a sharp thrust brought their hips crashing together, grinding Frosty's back against the cool tile and causing him to cry out with another chirp that made Forest grin. It was such an innocent sound to be associated with their intimate act.

Both were panting softly, leaning in to bump their foreheads together affectionately as Forest drew his hips back for another thrust. His fingers kneaded and squeezed at Frosty's upper thighs possessively, using them for leverage as he drove in a second time. This time he paused a moment to savor the feel of the cat's body desperately gripping at him; Frosty's arms around his shoulders, thighs and feet against his waist, and most notably, the cat's smooth inner passage involuntarily clenching around Forest's shaft.

The next series of thrusts were much shorter, deep motions, beginning to work himself up to regular intervals that kept Frosty squirming. The cheetah's toes curled and clenched, digging at the wuff's back as if to spur him on. Forest needed little encouragement, however. As hot water streamed over the pair, the pace began to build steadily, stirring more heated noises and lusty growling from the two lovers. Each time Forest drove himself deep beneath Frosty's tail, the cheetah's own erection was stroked by wet belly fur, trapped between the two and driving the petite cat wild.

With how recent their last romp had been, Forest could feel himself building up much faster than anticipated. His body was raging with hormones that he'd been bottling up for such a long time, guiding his pace to feverish thrusts. His knees were beginning to tremble from partially supporting the cat's weight, combined with the effort of driving his hips up into Frosty's depths. Despite this, he surged on, panting harder and groaning when Frosty squeezed his length.

Claws raked across Forest's shoulders, growling deeply with brimming passion and burying his muzzle into Frosty's neck. He didn't bite him this time, simply butting his forehead into the crook of Frosty's neck as the cheetah's sweet moans and chirps filled his ears. Digging his own claws into Frosty's thighs, the wuff redoubled his efforts to make the final push toward climax. Between the rapid thrusts that stimulated his prostate and his own length being stroked by wuff fur, Frosty was riding the line already. His frequent moans increased in pitch until he reached that moment of ecstasy for the second time that evening.

The cheetah's length jumped against Forest's belly as he let go, the hot water quickly rinsing away his eruptions before they could soak into the wuff's belly. Crying out, he finally let go of Forest's shoulders to reach back, bracing himself against the tile wall as rapid blows pummeled his hips. The wuff didn't last much longer, rapid thrusts quickly bringing him to an intense peak thanks to Frosty's own climax. He almost whimpered from the tightness clinging to his length as he erupted in tandem with his partner, making one final thrust to smash their hips together as he splattered the cat's insides.

Panting heavily, Forest breathed hotly down Frosty's neck and chest, butting his forehead firmly against the cat's neck while he caught his breath. His legs were shaking from exertion and the powerful release of pent-up tension, leaning into Frosty to avoid collapsing. Each time his length jumped in the cheetah's body, the silken walls gripped him intimately, coaxing another spurt of warmth. This climax had been surprisingly more intense than their time in the kitchen, leaving Forest feeling completely drained of energy.

Bringing his arms down to Forest's shoulders once more, Frosty embraced his lover and leaned his head down to kiss him between the ears. Crooning sweetly, his voice came as a trembling, hushed murmur. "Let's get cleaned up and snuggle up in bed, wuffie. I think I need a break."

Forest's ears perked, and he wondered aloud, "A break before what...?"

* * * * * * * * * *

The wuff's arms held Frosty close around the shoulders, his friend turned on his side to press himself close. A sheet only barely covered them, allowing Forest to admire the cat's curves imprinted against the thin fabric. Frosty's arm was draped across his bare chest, intermittently drawing circles in the white fluff and gently entwining it in his fingers. Purring contentedly, he rested his head on Forest's shoulder and gave a dreamy sigh. He'd been teasing and wiggling his hips at the wuff for quite a while, so it felt especially gratifying that it had been such an "eventful" evening.

Forest leaned over and nuzzled Frosty between the ears, then gave a soft kiss. The two were enjoying serene feelings, naked bodies embracing one another in Forest's bed. Neither said a word, only the sounds of Frosty's soft purring breaking the silence. It was a perfect fit for this moment. As Frosty's hands stroked across Forest's chest, a soft growl filled his ears, followed by another tender kiss.

Forest was the first to break the silence. "You've tempted me far too long, kitty. I hope it was worth the wait."

The cheetah giggled. "I didn't think I'd ever pull it off. Your stomach always seems to win."

Forest couldn't help smirking at that, growling again to his feline friend. "Don't think this will change that fact, kitty. You're still wuff food."

The cheetah's hand wandered downward from Forest's chest to his belly while he blushed. Gently rubbing, he felt a muted gurgle beneath the white fluff. "Well, after your performance, I think you've earned a little snack."

This brought a wide grin to the wuff's muzzle, along with a much deeper growl from his belly. "Is that an offer, chee? You know I'm always happy to indulge in my favorite food."

The wuff shifted, turning to face his housemate and tightening his arms around the cheetah to pull him chest-to-chest. The cat's ears pinned back timidly as his blushing cheeks grew much redder, their muzzles drawing close until their noses touched. A pink tongue passed over the wuff's lips, already beginning to drool at the thought of the wiggly cat filling his belly. Dipping his snout, he nuzzled into Frosty's neck and pushed his muzzle upward with a wet lick from the cheetah's neck to his chin.

The vanilla scent that lingered from Frosty's body wash only stirred the wuff's appetite further, giving him another lick across the top the snout and between the cheetah's pinned ears. A shiver raced up Frosty's back when one of his ears were lightly trapped between the wuff's jaws, filling it with a wet slurp as he sampled the white cat. It was always a delight to savor a meal, but the taste of the wuff's favorite snack was beginning to make him ravenous. After back-to-back romps, his body demanded he replenish that lost energy.

"Nnnh, w-wuffie..." Frosty whined quietly as pearly canines gently pinched his ear, ensuring it was thoroughly soaked in drool before the wuff's jaws began to widen over Frosty's skull. There was no turning back now, a sentiment reinforced by a possessive squeeze that pinned the cheetah's arms between them.

Before Frosty knew it, he was plunged into darkness, surrounded by rippling flesh and the sounds of shameless slurping. The wuff's cheeks slid across his head, tongue dipping beneath Frosty's chin to tip it upward and point the cat properly into his throat. When the cheetah's snout poked into the rippling passage beyond Forest's tongue, a sudden gulp clamped down on him, drawing a mouthful of cheetah-flavored drool down with him.

Forest hunched over his friend-turned-food and gripped at the cat's back as he took another deep swallow that properly wedged Frosty's head in his throat, forming a distinct shape that slid beneath his collar. Working his jaws to either side, it took a bit of effort to work in Frosty's shoulders, stretching his cheeks over them before another deep swallow stuffed them down. With his belly growling demandingly now, Forest wasn't wasting any time in getting this treat down. Frosty squirmed helplessly now that his arms were pinned against his body, the wuff's jaws overtaking his torso at a frightening rate. He knew what Forest was capable of, especially with someone he considered his "favorite food."

The wuff growled around his meal as he lowered his grip, going for the cheetah's hips next. He couldn't resist the opportunity to grope and feel up the cat's curves one last time before they slid down his throat. His tongue busily lapped and tasted the cat as he gulped, liberally applying drool to ensure a smooth ride down Forest's throat. When Forest's tongue dipped into his belly button, a muffled giggle and a flurry of squirming made him wag quickly. He knew the cat was ticklish and enjoyed exploiting it.

Inside, Frosty's surroundings were growing steadily tighter as the wuff crammed more of his body in. He could hear the pleased growls of his friend feasting, and not far below, the ominous gurgles of a stomach primed and ready to digest him. With a firm shove to Frosty's hips, he chirped as he was plunged down into the mostly-empty gut, blanketed in darkness and sweltering heat. He was pushed face-first into the pit of Forest's stomach, making a subtle bulge that outlined the cat's face from the outside and shifted about when he squirmed.

Rolling onto his back, Forest now had the luxury of letting his body do most of the work while his tongue explored the cat's hips and lap. He shocked Frosty with a curling lick that dragged his tongue directly between the cheetah's thighs, sneaking one shameless lick before he tipped his head back and gulped down Frosty's hips. The cheetah's toes curled as a result, leaving him needy for more, but knowing that nothing would stop the wuff from finishing his dinner. His stomach swelled as more of the delicious cat was deposited into the gurgling chamber, smearing his body with viscous fluids while Frosty was forced to curl tightly within.

Swallowing steadily now, Forest watched the cat's thighs disappear between his jaws, curling his tongue around Frosty's legs as they were rapidly devoured. Before long, only the cheetah's wiggling paws were protruding from his lips, toes splayed and kneading blindly against the air. Tracing his fingers along his neck, Forest groaned happily as he followed the swollen bulges in his throat, then down to his abdomen which was already impressively swollen. All he had to do now was curl his tongue over Frosty's feet, tickling the cat for a second time and earning another flurry of delightful wiggling.

Frosty was struggling to find space for himself now. The walls were oppressively squeezing against him, making it seem like an impossible feat for the wuff to finish this meal. But Frosty knew better. Forest proved his capability with a deep swallow that gurgled in his throat, pulling the cat's feet over the back of his tongue and slurping up the end of his tail like a fuzzy noodle. One last gulp was all it took to send the rest of the cat down, compressing Frosty uncomfortably into a tight ball and leaving him little room to move about.

Groaning blissfully, Forest let both hands roam over his bloated gut while he stretched out on the bed, the sheet draped around his legs and not much else. "Rrrrrrh, there we go, chee. Right where you belong." He admired the faint outlines of the delicious cat trapped inside, pressing his hands firmly and kneading against his gut to help it smear those caustic, slimy fluids over Frosty's body. His gut gave an agreeable gurgle, eager as ever to show the cheetah just how much he enjoyed this particular meal.

While bunnies were a staple of the wuff's diet, Frosty had earned a special place for himself, for better or worse. The result of that was a particularly rough treatment as the walls compressed around him, determined to digest the hapless cheetah alive. There was nothing Frosty could do to prevent it, every squirm and stretch only encouraging the wuff's digestive tract to work harder to subdue the wiggly meal.

As worn out as he already was from their time spent in the shower, Frosty didn't have much energy to properly struggle, even if it was only for show. His body was already weak, and the wuff's gut was taking every bit of advantage from that. The walls tightened in against Frosty, straining his joints and making it increasingly uncomfortable, especially when the constant churning of potent acids began to rub his fur off in slimy clumps. He was quickly losing steam, pushing his hands and feet against the surrounding walls in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable. The air was getting thick, the pool of acids growing deeper, and the desire to simply give in and surrender himself to the wuff's gut was more and more appealing.

Forest growled happily and hugged his gut, bending down to kiss the top of his belly where Frosty's head was situated. "There's a good kitty. Mmh, you have no idea how good you feel in there. Just relax for wuffie and let him digest you alive like a good kitty."

That was all the encouragement Frosty needed at this point. Blushing heavily and panting with exertion, he willed himself to relax and let the wuff's gut take him. With his knees pushed to his chest, he couldn't even stretch any longer, creating an imprint of cheetah paws against Forest's belly that the wuff dutifully caressed. The heavy churning of the wuff's gut grew louder, more aggressive as time went on. Each clench washed the cheetah over with digestive fluids, grinding them into his pelt roughly and stripping away more of his fur, beginning to eat away and soften the willing meal.

A heavy, sated sigh escaped Forest's lips, followed by a deep belch that was already rich with the taste of digesting cat. Several stray flecks of white fur escaped with that belch, licking his lips to whisk them away and swallow a lingering mouthful of drool. A deep yawn followed, feeling quite exhausted himself from the day's activities. Pulling the blankets up, he rolled onto his side and curled up around his belly, hugging it against himself and prompting a soft whimper from Frosty, who was starting to lose consciousness to the stale air.

Kissing his stomach once more, Forest crooned to his belly. "Shhh, just let it happen, chee. You're mine now."

It wasn't long before the desire to sleep off his heavy meal grew too strong to ignore. With a deep yawn, Forest closed his eyes and idly rubbed a hand over his gut, listening to it gurgle and churn as it continued to digest the weakly-shifting cheetah. As he began to doze off, a soft voice murmured to his belly before he fell asleep.

"Mmh, all mine..." <3