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The two cheetahs made it up to their favorite camping spot about halfway up the tallest mountain (more a really really big hill) within day-trip range of town in late afternoon, panting just lightly with all smiles.

"Always love spending a weekend here," the shorter, white-furred feline said as the two of them dropped their camping gear on the ground. Their spot was a small clearing on the southwest side of the mountain, giving a great view of the valley that stretched from town nearly to the state line.

"Yeah, so peaceful and pretty up here," the taller, tawny, striped cheetah answered. He then pulled his shirt off and stretched a bit, before explaining "bit warm today, you know, and always a trek to get here. How about we set the tents up?"

Frosty just stared as his younger brother a moment before shrugging and similarly removing his own shirt as the two of them took on the task up setting up their campsite. Two tents, one for them and one for their friends that were supposed to be just an hour later than the two cats, but they had texted Frosty earlier that they weren't going to leave home until an hour or two behind schedule.

The brothers weren't complaining, though, as they didn't mind having a good bit more time of peace and quiet before the other three furs showed up. With several years of practice, the two tents were set up in no time at all, as were a few small seats around a makeshift fire pit. After admiring their work, Ara broke into his bag to pull out some of the wine cooler pouches they had packed - intended for when all five of them could gather around the first together, but with it still a few hours before the others showed up, it felt like the perfect time to just drink and enjoy the sounds and sights of nature.

The two cheetahs kicked off their shoes and sat down at the edge of the clearing overlooking the valley as the sun hang low in the sky. They sipped in silence for a while, the bigger younger brother leaned up against the lone tree near the edge and his smaller older brother leaned up against him. One of Frosty's paws began wandering over his brother's chest by the time they were halfway through their coolers, and by the time they were done with their drinks, it had ventured a bit further south...

The growl of a stomach broke the relative silence, causing the two cheetahs to look at each other; Ara saw that signature playful naughtiness in the smaller, white-furred male's eyes.

"Oho, I know that looks when I see it..." he said, chuckling as he said it.

"Hmm you do, do you?" Frosty cooed, leaning up a bit to kiss the side of his bigger little brother's neck.

Ara leaned his head to the side, giving the other cheetah full access to kiss his neck, which he did several times before the two brothers met nose-to-nose for a few more kisses, both giggling a little bit between each one as another stomach growl sounded.

Frosty nuzzled the side of Ara's muzzle; a moment later, his jaws opened ever so slightly, wafting a warm and welcoming breath out, and the tan-furred cheetah lightly pushed his nose down between his brother's teeth. Purring began to resonate between the two cats' chests as Frosty worked his maw over Ara's muzzle, those teeth lightly grazing across the other's chin before spreading over his face. Soon enough, those white cheeks bulged with the entirety of Ara's head, the younger cheetah's nose teasing his brother's throat.

At that point, the two cheetahs adjusted their combined position for a bit better leverage, un-leaning from the tree to instead favor a position with the two kneeling and facing each other. They also both reached forward and began undoing the other's pants, as their current activity would go better for the both of them without those encumbrances. Frosty managed to begin pulling Ara's shorts down over his hips, while the larger chee only managed to undo the front of his brother's shorts before the lips around his neck stretched down over his shoulders and began pinning his arms to his sides.

The two cats kept leaning into each other, as swallow after swallow tugged more and more of the tan spotted-and-striped feline into the other male's throat. Ara soon rose to his feet, his shorts falling down to his ankles as his upper half bend down into his brother's throat. The younger male's member stood proudly erect in the air, though he refrained from touching it himself in anticipation of it sliding into his partner's mouth in mere moments.

Frosty's pride was also poking out from his fly, with the still-kneeling cheetah now greedily gulping his free meal. His neck bulged almost grotesquely as his brother's head sank into his own chest. The larger male's shoulders followed suit as those lean, tawny hips entered his brother's mouth.

Frosty teased his little brother a little bit, licking over those tan-furred bits some - but he was hungry, and kept gulping the other male down, squeezing that erection into his gullet. This was more than fine for Ara, who enthusiastically humped against the tight confines of his older brother's warm, wet, rippling throat muscles; soon enough, he was slicking up his own descent with his own seed. Basking in the warmth of is afterglow after riding out his climax, he relaxed completely, the last of him outside Frosty's mouth drooping lazily.

With no more wiggling or pushing from his brother at that point, Frosty made quick work of the rest of the other male's legs. He slurped them and the spotted tail with them down like big, meaty noodles, soon sealing his jaws shut over Ara's feet. He suckled on them for a little bit, enjoying his brother's light earthy flavor, before sending those too down his throat with one last embracing GULP.

Inside, Ara eased into the tight quarters of his older brother's waiting belly. It was an awkward position once his legs joined him in there, but he enjoyed the coziness. Outside, Frosty sighed in deep satisfaction before spinning over to sit down, back against the tree again. He lovingly rubbed over the bulges his brother made in his distended midsection as he looked back over the valley, the sun now reaching the horizon.

The sky was lit up with amazing shades of color, partially thanks to fires way off west. "Heh, you're missing an amazing sunset, bro," he commented, continuing to massage his gut bulges. He thought he maybe heard a chuckle from inside, but it was hard to tell over the beginning gurgles of digestion. A loud belch escaped his maw, and then he settled back to enjoy the view and the feeling of fullness.

Ara blushed when he felt those first rubs from outside, even as the stomach muscles around him already started coating him in digestive juices. His skin quickly started feeling tingly and numb, already beginning to melt and liquify bit. He was nothing but food for his brother now, and that was fine by him as his fleshy prison worked to turn him into nutritious goo, including expelling much of his air in a belch, leaving him light-headed.

Time passed quietly for a while, except for the sounds of Frosty's gut processing the other chee. The sky passed from blue to yellow to red, eventually giving way to the star-filled blackness of nighttime on the mountain. The bulges in the older brother's belly had lessened but not fully gone away when he noticed some flashlights on the trail not far below his campsite - their friends were finally close. He grunted a bit and rolled over to all fours, crawling his way from the edge of the campsite to his tent, which he entered and zipped up before flopping onto his back, gut wobbling on top of him.

Ara was barely conscious inside at this point, looking less like a whole cheetah and more like a vaguely-cheetah-colored pile of sludge with a semi-solid core somewhat holding it together. He could feel Ara moving awkwardly for a little bit, followed by the complete roll-over, with that last jostle nearly causing the younger chee's semi-solid bits to slosh apart. Another belch from outside squeezed those gut muscles around him, and with several loud glorps and burbles, he finally gave in and let that gurgling chamber fully claim him. His body finally fell apart, leaving Frosty's gut full of a sloshing mix of tawny soup, all of which would be drained and absorbed overnight as he slept off his younger brother.

Their friends would approach the campsite a little while later, seeing both cheetah's shirts, shoes, and shorts strewn about the campsite and their tent already zipped up. It would earn a few knowing looks from the others as they assumed the two brothers were enjoying each other and "becoming one" in their tent, and they wouldn't be too far off with that assumption - just a little bit off on the exact method.