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"So what brings you here all by your lonesome?" Doug asked.

A tall feline cloaked in short, white fur trimmed discretely in grey and red brought her gaze back upon the buck and vixen who had engaged her.

"I'm not really sure. A friend of mine told me about the party. She said it was kind of wild, different from the usual college parties. Seems pretty standard to me." Navajo said.

Sasha raised an eyebrow and looked up at the deer she stayed near the whole night.

"She thinks it's 'pretty standard', honey." the vixen said.

"She just hasn't seen the main event yet," Doug said, turning to look back at the mountain lion, "There's a game being played in the living room. You should go check it out. I'll bet it'll change your mind about how 'standard' the party is."

"A game? I dunno. Not that big a fan of party games." Navajo said, glancing casually towards the crowd in the other room as they cheered on something or someone.

"Not a fan of party games? Why? Nervous or something?" Doug asked, actually in earnest.

It did not have the effect he intended. The cougar whipped her head back around to face him and frowned as if she had just been insulted.

"I'm not nervous!" she practically barked, odd for a cat, "I'm just not a fan of the sort of games people play at parties like these." Navajo said, biting back her temper after the initial snap.

Doug was taken aback at first, but then recognized something in the feline. He fought to keep from grinning as he saw a golden opportunity.

"The sort of games people play at parties like these. Sounds to me like you've played before. And lost." the buck waggled his eyebrows a little, hoping to prod at a very specific little tender spot.

Navajo narrowed her eyes, sensing a challenge in his voice.

"No, they're all too easy and boring. I'm not interested in beer-pong or crap like that." she said.

"Well, then I think you'll be pleasantly surprised with what we have going on over there. It's a variation on spin the bottle." Doug said.

Navajo rolled her eyes and sighed.

"That's a grade-school girl-scout sleepover game." she moaned.

"Trust me," Doug said, "This one's different. Be brave. Give it a shot."

The cougar was getting annoyed at the constant shots taken at her confidence, so she decided to fire back.

"Alright, I'll go give it a try," Navajo paused, then grinned, "If you will."

Doug hadn't counted on that. And it amused him. Sasha sighed and rolled her eyes. Her deer was too dedicated to his job of luring people into the game to say no to that. She wasn't even going to argue to try and get him to stop.

"I'm going to find a seat in the back so I don't get mistaken for a player. I'm a spectator only, thanks." Sasha said.

Doug nodded, giving his vixen companion a kiss on the cheek.

"You go find a spot and get comfy. I'll be back in a little while. I've got a lady to introduce to the house game." He smirked, then decided to up the goofy factor by flipping the collar of his coat up. He knew it looked ridiculous. That was why he did it. It had the desired effect, when combined with a cocky strut.

Navajo rolled her eyes and laughed at the buck, following him as he clowned his way towards the dense group. They were just finishing up a round and the dragon-horse Doug had sent over just a little while earlier had performed well. As they approached, it looked like the tabby hosting the party was about to hand the bottle back to him, in spite of his enormous, writhing gut, for another turn. Before he could respond, and it looked like he was mortified at the notion, two of the football players that had come to watch intervened, pulling him away. The hostess shrugged and turned about, looking for someone else.

Navajo saw the tall, dark fellow getting led away. She especially saw his churning stomach. She also spied three rather beautiful young ladies, all with similarly swollen middles. As she studied them, she could see muted definition forming in the odd lumps that pushed out from the round bulges. They had eaten someone, all four of these people. Suddenly, she wasn't so sure she should be involved. She knew herself too well, and knew that she could easily get into trouble if she wasn't careful.

"I don't know about this. It's definitely not 'standard', that's for sure." Navajo said, turning to speak to Doug, but he wasn't there.

She jerked her head about, looking for the buck that had drawn her this far along, and found him. He was talking with the striped cat holding the bottle. He was whispering something to her. After a moment, he turned to look back at the cougar, pointing at her, before turning back to continue speaking. Navajo's eyes widened as she blushed, realizing what the devious buck was doing. She hastened over to the pair, interrupting them.

"Hey, no, I don't think I should be part of this game. I'm sure it's fun and all but, I don't know if it would be a good idea for me to join." Navajo said.

The tabby shrugged, looking mildly disappointed.

"I understand. If you can't do it, then you can't do it. We'll just have to find someone a little more capable." the hostess said.

Navajo narrowed her eyes, sensing an assault on her pride. She knew this was the buck's doing. He had coached this cat into how to push her buttons. And she hated that it worked.

"Gimme the damn bottle." the snowy cougar said, shoving an open paw towards the hostess.

The tabby grinned and handed the bottle over as commanded. She then stepped back out of the circle as those who wanted to participate moved in and sat down, waiting to see who would be picked. Doug did so as well, shooting a grin back at Sasha as if to say "I told you I'd get her to do it". Navajo, crouched on her knees, leaned forward to place the bottle in the center of the circle. A less polite observer might have noticed the gap between the cougar's shirt and her chest, providing a brief, but enticing glimpse at her bosom. She didn't seem to take note, though a few others did. All that did was stir up the crowd more.

Navajo twirled the bottle, then scooted back to wait to see where it would stop. Time seemed to slow down as so many held their breath. Some hoped it would land on them. Others hoped it would skip them, trying to survive long enough for the hostess to decide if she was going to play. She was a popular tabby after all. The bottle slowed, bringing many to inhale audibly, before it finally stopped. The business end pointed directly at the buck that had gotten Navajo involved in this in the first place. Her eyes met his as she gazed at him through narrow slits. It was poetic to her. Doug on the other hand was a little shocked.

"Me!?" he cried.

Sasha sighed and moved to stand behind the deer, already working to help him out of his letter jacket.

"You knew the risks, honey." the vixen said.

Once the buck's jacket was removed, his one-size-too-small black t-shirt revealed the well toned form of an athlete. It didn't leave much to the imagination with how tight it pulled. He stood and grumbled quietly, handing his red plastic cup to Sasha.

"Not how I had planned for the night to go, but, you're right. I knew what I was getting in to. Hope you don't mind." Doug said to his vulpine companion.

"Doesn't really matter if I mind. You've got your end to hold up." Sasha said.

"Are we gonna do this or what?" Navajo said, sounding as though she wasn't terribly enthused, but not willing to back down.

"Sure, sure. Come on, in the closet." Doug said, beckoning the cougar to follow.

The crowd cheered, chanting their names as they walked the carpeted floor. The door closed behind them, leaving the cat and deer alone, staring at one another.

"This isn't exactly something I do too often, at least not with your kind." Navajo said.

"My kind?" Doug asked, sounding on the edge of being offended.

The cougar reached up and lightly flicked at one of Doug's antlers to illustrate her point.

"Never did figure out how to get around these." she said.

The buck's mouth opened in a silent "oh" as he came to the realization, understanding immediately.

"Oh, right. Yeah, they can get in the way. But, I'm nothing if not accommodating. Lucky you, you get a trophy for the night's hunt. And it just so happens the timing is pretty good. I was just about ready to shed these." Doug said, reaching up to grip his antlers, one at a time.

He wiggled one little by little until it came off with an audible pop. He winced a little, then reached into a pocket to retrieve a handkerchief, dabbing the cloth onto the stump. When he was satisfied that nothing was wrong, he moved on to the other antler, wiggling it until it popped off just as easily. He dabbed with his handkerchief again and returned it to his pocket. The antlers were pushed into Navajo's hands unceremoniously.

"Does that hurt?" the cougar asked.

"A little, but it's not too bad. They'll grow back in a month or two. At least now I don't have to worry about people trying to toilet paper my head," Doug smirked, trying to lighten the mood with a little joke, "Feel free to make a hat or something with them. Or mount them on a wall or whatever. You got me fair and square."

That made Navajo feel slightly uneasy. It was a little too close to an actual hunting trophy. That wasn't quite the sort of thing she was fond of. Though the idea of making them into a hat was kind of amusing.

"I'll... find something to use them for." the cougar said.

"Well, now that I am no longer pointy, are you ready for me?" Doug asked.

"I guess so. Let's get this over with." Navajo said.

"Eager to get down to brass tacks. I like it." the buck said before working his form-hugging shirt off of his toned figure.

It really did leave virtually nothing to the imagination. He was quite fit, muscle visibly defined under his fine pelt of brown and creamy white. Navajo watched, trying to remain detached as the fine specimen before her unclothed. Quietly, she wondered how he got the shirt on while he still had antlers. His pants fell away, as well as the thong he wore underneath, leading her to question a few things about him. The feline blushed as she tried to keep her gaze somewhere around the cervine's face. He noticed her attempt to not gaze any lower than necessary and chuckled quietly to himself. He sensed the lady was already uncomfortable and decided to not make it worse.

"So, do you have a preference?" Navajo asked.

"Preference?" Doug replied.

"You know... head first or feet first. Well, hooves first in your case." Navajo answered.

"Ah, well, I guess head first would probably be best. It tends to be a bit faster and you don't seem like you want to take your time tonight." Doug said.

Navajo nodded, offering no more words before simply opening her mouth wide. She leaned forward towards the buck, aiming for his muzzle. Doug, trying to be accommodating in spite of his dismay of being on the receiving end, lowered his head and pointed his nose towards the gaping maw. It was an accommodation that was not lost on Navajo. She closed her eyes as she felt the buck's nose press in past her jaws and bump against the back of her throat. Without much thought behind the act, she swallowed. Immediately, Doug's head was lodged in her throat, giving her neck reason to stretch quite strongly.

It wasn't something the cougar did often. She was a little out of practice, fighting to keep from gagging. Her 'training' kicked in fairly quickly and she swallowed again almost immediately. It took her a moment to get past the shock of his shoulders suddenly stretching out her mouth and trying to worm their way down her gullet. Doug meanwhile was trying his best to not throw the lady off or make the trip harder than necessary. It was a welcome convenience.

The cougar reached forward and took hold of Doug's sides, working to pull him closer. A good shove pressed his chest in against her tongue as he slid down deeper into the dark passage leading to her stomach. She huffed as she paused, trying to pace herself, but she wanted to get through it as quickly as she could. In the interest of not hurting herself, or Doug for that matter, she opted to not push too far, too fast. With another good gulp, she managed to make her way to his stomach. Hers was already beginning to stretch.

Inside, Doug paid little mind to the noises the cougar's body was making, having learned a long time ago that it wasn't worth worrying about. He felt the heat of her mouth wrap its way around his torso, then abdomen. He shivered a little feeling her tongue flick across his stomach. He was a little ticklish after all. Soon, he felt her progress again, an audible gulp filling his ears and drowning out the sound of her heartbeat, as well as the quiet gurgles and groans of her belly. He felt his center of gravity pass the tipping point and his hooves came off the ground, waving lightly in the air.

Navajo grunted as she tilted her nose up, bringing his legs overhead. Gravity would be her ally in this mission. Each swallow dragged him deeper still, more than it would had she simply continued to bend over. She winced a little, however, when his hooves hit the ceiling of the closet. It wasn't a powerful strike, but it was loud enough to be heard outside. And it elicited a series of hoots and cheers from the crowd outside.

The cougar, taking note of the noisy crowd, blushed further and swallowed hard. She passed the buck's thighs without giving them much thought, then fought to get past his knees. Her belly ballooned outward, growing heavier with every inch of the deer that spilled into it. Doug curled himself up as best he could, finding the space to be a little on the cramped side, but not altogether unpleasant. Navajo passed the buck's calves and reached up, pressing on his hooves to shove them down her throat. With one final, hearty gulp, she sank the last of him in and sighed in relief. Her hands moved to her vast stomach, exploring the swell as it turned and churned about. She had managed to stuff the deer into her, and after so long a span of falling out of practice.

Doug spun himself about until he felt that his head was pointed up, trying to get comfortable. Now that he was sealed up inside the cat's stomach, the walls were relaxing and acclimating to his presence, leaving him feeling a little less cramped. He sighed quietly and closed his eyes, letting the gentle churning and squeezing sooth him into a more relaxed state.

"Well, you did it. Color me impressed." Dough said.

Navajo gave her gut a light slap as she permitted herself a gentle belch.

"I told you I could!" she cried.

The cougar grunted as she bent over to collect Doug's clothes. It forced her legs apart tremendously and her gut sagged down under her, threatening to tip her over onto the floor. Once she had collected his shirt and pants, she grabbed his antlers and stood back up. The door was pushed open to the cheer of the crowd. Navajo waved dismissively at them all and waddled her way over to a chair away from the group. She plopped down into it with a hiccup and a groan, head tossed back into the cushion.

"So you managed it." Sasha said, sitting down next to the stuffed cat.

"Yeah, I did. He wanted me to prove it, so I did. Sorry for stealing your boyfriend away for the night." Navajo said.

"It's alright. I just didn't really expect him to be the one to get picked. The odds it would have happened were pretty slim. But that's neither here nor there. I hope you at least enjoyed him." the vixen said.

"I wasn't really going for taste on this one. I just wanted to get him in so he'd learn his lesson." the cougar said breathlessly.

"Maybe this will teach him to not goad angry, hungry women. Or men for that matter. It just means I get to walk home by myself tonight." Sasha said with a quiet, wistful sigh. She lowered her gaze to the cat's belly, reaching out to rub over the gently shifting bulge.

"Nonsense!" called out Doug from under the lady's fur.

Both girls blinked and looked to the heavy swell.

"I'm sorry?" Sasha asked.

"Navajo could eat you too. It'd be a little tight, but I prefer to think of it as 'cozy'." Doug said.

"Honey, I know you like to try and get as many people involved in your little hobby as possible, but I don't really think that would be a good idea. I mean, seeing you go through has me curious, I'll admit, but the two of us might make her pop." the vixen said.

Navajo frowned, narrowing her eyes at the slender cheerleader speaking to her belly.

"Is that a challenge?" she asked.