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Frosty hummed quietly along to his music as he strolled down the sidewalk, a pair of earbuds blocking out most of the ambient noise of the city. The sun was rapidly setting, casting an orange glow across the streets as he walked. Checking the time, the white cheetah nodded to himself and let the beat of his earbuds carry him along at a leisurely pace. He had plans to meet a friend for dinner, but he was ahead of schedule so there was no need to rush.

As darkness set over the city and streetlights began to illuminate the pavement, the bright lights of an upscale restaurant caught the cheetah's gaze. Several fancy cars were pulling up to the valet, who swiftly stepped up to open the door for their guests. Curious, Frosty slowed his pace and watched as several well-dressed figures emerged from a limousine. A black rabbit in a fashionable business dress was followed by a grey wolf wearing a suit and tie, a pair of slim crimson shades partially covering his eyes. Frosty cocked his head and stopped, watching them step away from the limo and pass the valet a generous tip. Several more guests followed close behind, but Frosty had his eyes set on one in particular.

"Is that...?" Quickly checking traffic, Frosty bolted across the road with a hopeful smile. Raising a hand, he called out to the wolf. "Forest!"

A pair of grey ears perked and turned in the direction of the voice. His head turned moments later to spy a familiar cat rushing toward him. He was briefly shadowed as he crossed the street, but once Frosty stepped into the light again he recognized him immediately. Pausing in front of the restaurant, the wolf held up a hand and beckoned his rabbit companion to hold up. The other guests in his entourage similarly stopped as if on command. This was an unexpected, but not at all unwelcome surprise that brought a devious smirk to the wolf's lips. This could be fun. Scurrying up to him, Frosty all but threw his arms around the wolf and gave him a tight hug. Two rabbits immediately behind the wolf stepped in to intervene, but he waved them off immediately.

"Hey, Forest! Didn't expect to see you out tonight. And here, of all places. What's the occasion?" Frosty asked excitedly.

A flash of light glinted off the wolf's crimson shades as he peered down at the cheetah embracing him. "Oh, just having a night out on the town. Business has been good." His arms came around Frosty's waist, drawing him closer as the cat fondly nuzzled him.

"I can tell. You look sharp, Forest. Are those new glasses?"

The wolf grinned again, shaking his head. "New? No, these are just a little item I keep on hand for...special occasions."

Lifting his head, Frosty smiled as he gazed into the wolf's eyes through the red-tinted glasses. They seemed to glisten in the light, and for some reason Frosty found himself staring deep into the wolf's eyes for several seconds without a word. He felt drawn into their depths and found it difficult to pry his attention away. An impatient cough snapped him back to reality, peering over at the ebony rabbit that had been leading the way.

Turning his attention to his long-eared companion, the wolf grinned. "I've had a change in plans, Trish. Cancel my dinner reservation."

"Sir?" She seemed perplexed by the abrupt decision. "This is...a very important business affair."

The wolf's smirk only grew wider at that. "I'm sure they'll understand. Extend my apologies and ensure that they're paid well for the trouble. I have more important matters to attend to."

Frosty looked between the two, then immediately realized what had just taken place. "Hold up, you don't need to do that for me! I don't want to get in the way of any plans you already made. I'm supposed to be meeting up with someone in a few minutes, anyway."

Reaching up, the wolf gently placed a finger beneath Frosty's chin and brought his gaze back. "Nothing is more important than making time for old friends, right?"

The softened tone of Forest's voice seemed to echo in Frosty's mind, and he nodded gently without even realizing. "O-of course. But are you sure about this?"

Squeezing Frosty tighter, the wolf leaned closer until their noses touched. "Positive. I wouldn't pass up a chance to spend the evening with my favorite cheetah, after all."

The cheetah's body relaxed as he found himself lost in that deep gaze once again. It wasn't the first time he'd found himself staring, but there was something unusually compelling tonight. He didn't want to bring his eyes away, looking past the crimson shades with an uncanny feeling that the wolf was looking into his very soul. It felt calming, though. Familiar.

The wolf's arms slowly unwound themselves from Frosty's waist, bringing them up to his cheeks. Lowering his shades to the end of his nose, he allowed Frosty an unhindered look into his eyes, which seemed to shine with the same crimson hue as his glasses. "Let's head back to my place. It's been a little while and I'd love to spend some time with you...getting into your head..."

Frosty was so enraptured in his friend's eyes that he didn't even notice the choice of words, ominous as they were. Smiling sweetly, he simply nodded without a word, eyes remaining focused on the desired target. Something was pulling gently at his consciousness, drawing him into the wolf's soft voice, hanging on every word as if his life depended. But he didn't consciously realize what was happening to him.

Grinning to himself, he gently caressed Frosty's cheeks with his thumbs, holding the cat tenderly as he leaned in until their noses gently touched. This felt like cheating. It was almost too easy, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to let himself out and show the cheetah what he was truly capable of. Forest normally subdued his second self around the cat, but not tonight.

"Hail my driver, Trish. You and the subordinates can stay behind to entertain our dinner guests. Make sure everything goes according to plan."

The rabbit nodded. "Understood. Will you be needing anything else?" It wasn't her first rodeo standing in for the wolf during "negotiations." She had developed quite a knack for it, earning her place in the wolf's ranks.

"I wish to not be disturbed tonight. That is all."

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Frosty couldn't help but feel astonished by the plush accommodations in the wolf's private limo. He knew Forest was doing well for himself, but not _this_well. The two were ferried along by the wolf's driver, though Frosty wasn't exactly sure where they were going. He didn't care, though. The wolf's presence was always a comfort, tonight more so than usual. Forest had one arm around the cheetah's shoulders, cradling the cat against himself while they motored along the city streets.

"Mmh, this is nice. I wasn't expecting to stumble into you tonight."

The wolf smirked. "Well, I'm sure it will be worth your while," he murmured into Frosty's ear. His voice lowered to a soft growl. "Assuming you even make it home before dinner."

"Hmm?" Frosty was only somewhat paying attention, and the warm embrace had him feeling especially relaxed. His head felt unusually heavy, as if he'd just woken up and was still half-dreaming.

"Nothing to concern yourself with, kitty. Just relax...let yourself go...and enjoy yourself."

The soft, almost melodious tone of the wolf's voice in his ear was like magic. The words seemed to grow distant as the cheetah's eyes grew heavy, and he felt his head dip against Forest's shoulder as he started to nod off.

The wolf grinned to himself when he felt the cheetah's head bob. It was the perfect opportunity to put a few subliminal thoughts into the cat's mind, as if it hadn't already been easy enough to whittle his way into Frosty's subconscious. Challenge or no, he wanted to toy with this one. He wanted to watch the cheetah fidget and squirm and knew exactly how he could do that.

A bump in the road seemed to snap Frosty awake, but he still felt groggy, sluggish. He blinked in confusion and looked around, taking in his surroundings and murmuring quietly. A hand came up in Frosty's peripheral, gently caressing the cheetah's cheek and seeming to calm his senses immediately. The wolf eased Frosty's head over to gently rest on his shoulder once more, continuing to lightly caress his cheek and the side of his head.

"Had a little start, did we?" the wolf crooned, resting his muzzle against the top of Frosty's head.

Frosty blushed, reaching up to slide his arms around his friend's waist and hug gently. "Guess I...mmh...nodded off a little."

Chuckling, Forest placed a kiss between the cat's ears. "No harm in having a little nap. Just rest your sweet head. It's a bit of a drive back home."

"Mmh...a nap with wolfy sounds nice," he purred, letting his eyes grow heavy again. Something about the wolf's suggestions were especially potent, his mind seeming to heed them without question. He nuzzled his head into Forest's neck and got comfortable, a small yawn escaping him as he started to drift off again, the road growing smoother as they departed city streets in favor of the highway.

"That's it, sweet chee. Rest. You'll need that energy soon," he whispered into Frosty's ear.

A short time later, Frosty's peaceful rest was disturbed by a deep growl. He shifted against his friend, whimpering quietly with the desire to continue sleeping. A warm, welcoming embrace seemed to encompass his entire body, making him feel secure and safe. He didn't want to pry himself away from the handsome wolf, much less wake up.

"Shhh, it's okay, kitty. Wuffie's just a little hungry." Pressing his nose gently between Frosty's ears, he snuffled lightly to take in the cheetah's lovely scent. It had been tempting him ever since the cat had first run up to hug him. "Perhaps, though...you can help with that."

"Hm?" One of the cheetah's ears half-perked, but he didn't lift his head. His arms tightened around Forest's waist, hugging him as another soft growl was heard. It didn't occur to him that the growling wasn't coming from the wolf's throat.

Reaching down, the wolf gently laced his fingers with the cheetah's and guided them to the front of his belly, pressing his hand gently into the white fluff. "I think you know what I want, chee." With a little encouragement, Frosty began to lightly rub his palm across the soft gut, feeling another muted gurgle that made him blush.

As if pulled by puppet strings, the cheetah's hand slowly ventured up from Forest's belly, sifting through the soft fur between the open buttons of his shirt. He lightly traced his fingertips across the wolf's chin, then paused just shy of his lips. Dipping his muzzle, Forest let his tongue roll out to greet them, curling it between each of the cheetah's fingers in turn, then passing directly up the middle of his palm. The wet caress brought a shiver up Frosty's back, cuddling up closer while the wolf sampled him.

"Exquisite," the wolf crooned, tongue tracing over his lips to let that taste linger. "I wonder how good the rest of you tastes?"

The words that replied were almost automatic. "Y-you're...welcome to find out."

Too easy, the wolf thought with a smug grin. But that wasn't going to stop him from following through with his plan. Tightening an arm around the cheetah's waist, he coaxed the spotted cat to scoot over and slide into his lap. Turned sideways at first, Frosty needed little encouragement to turn and face him directly. It felt as if his body was no longer his own, being controlled by some outside force, but he did nothing to resist it. It felt natural, letting the gentle tugging at his mind guide his actions.

Even in the dim light of the back seat, Frosty could see the wolf's crimson eyes glimmering. Forest's deep gaze beckoned him closer, arms once again coming around the cheetah's waist when their noses touched. "I intend to do a lot more than that," the wolf murmured with a sinister grin. "Just imagine how good it will feel, having a wolf explore every inch of your body, thoroughly sampling and tasting you as you slowly disappear between my jaws...wiggling down my throat like a good kitty..."

Frosty could almost feel it happening as the wolf described his intentions, making him fidget in his friend's lap. It seemed real to him, vivid images filling his head with each word. The wolf's tongue caressing his chin, jaws stretching over his head, then slowly working the petite cat down his throat. He whined quietly, cheeks turning a rosy hue when a pink tongue stretched over the wolf's lip and rolled across his nose, then passed over the top of Frosty's snout and between his ears.

"You want this too, don't you, kitty?" Forest purred. A quiet, sweet whimper and a nod was all he needed. "That's what I thought. You'd love to fill a wuff's belly like you're meant to, food."

In most situations, Frosty would have words about being objectified like that, but something about the wolf's soft, almost sultry tone made it feel...right. Rather than pushing away, he wanted to embrace the title, to welcome his proper role as nature intended.

Kissing the cheetah's forehead, Forest then diverted his attention to one side to lightly nibble the tip of Frosty's gently pinned ears. It was another change for him to sample this delightful cat, grinning when he squirmed in Forest's lap and quietly whined. The sound of wet jaws parting filled the cheetah's ear as they gently slid down to the base to fully surround it, pressing his tongue to the inner fold and slowly dragging it upward to the tip. The sensation was like a firecracker going off in Frosty's mind, letting out a flustered whimper and tipping his head toward the wolf's mouth as a shiver raced up his spine.

Tracing his tongue along the outer rim, Forest was openly salivating by the time he drew his mouth away with a soft slurp. As much control as he was now able to exercise over the enraptured feline, he wouldn't admit that the intoxicating aroma and flavor of the white cheetah was guiding his own actions in return. There was something special about this kitty, but it didn't change what he was about to do.

Gently scratching beneath Frosty's chin, he brought the cat's petite muzzle up once more to admire the dreamy look in his eyes. Glossy and glazed over, it was clear that the cat was entranced by his devilish charm. Bring their faces close, Forest let their noses bump and gently nuzzled the cat before he pressed their lips together. A pleased murmur could be heard from his feline companion, ears swiveling back submissively, eyes fluttering closed as Frosty leaned into the intimate touch.

The next thing he felt was a warm breeze as the wolf exhaled over him, the kiss relaxing to a warm pressure against his nose and chin. Frosty's eyes remained closed as the wolf's jaws eased over the end of his snout, tongue slipping beneath his chin to guide him over Forest's canines. He didn't resist, welcoming the warm, silken interior of the wolf's mouth as his cheeks gently caressed the sides of Frosty's muzzle, tongue dipping lower to curl against his throat. Deep purring drew the corner of Forest's lips into a smirk, massaging his tongue against Frosty's neck to indulge in that delightful humming sensation.

Feels nice, doesn't it? Surrendering yourself to a predator, feeling my jaws welcoming you into their embrace. The voice seemed distant, and Frosty couldn't be sure if he was imagining it, with the wolf's jaws currently occupying themselves with his muzzle and beginning to encroach on his head. Strings of drool dripped over the cheetah's face, squinting his eyes tightly as he kept still, save for the occasional guilty shiver.

Petting his hands over the top of the cheetah's head, Forest gently rubbed back the cheetah's ears and gave the back of his head a soft nudge. It wasn't enough to push the cheetah in, but the encouragement was sufficient to have Frosty leaning in under his own power, without even realizing. Pearly canines lightly scraped over the top of his head and tickled the cat's ears, fidgeting again at the pleasant sensations and whining soft to the predatory wolf. Before he knew it, Forest's jaws had fitted themselves over the top of his head, his nose hovering dangerously close to the back of his throat.

That's it, chee. Just a little more, and you'll begin sliding down my throat. You'll get to feel every inch of your body being caressed on the way down, squeezed and gently kneaded by your predator's gullet until you're settled in...nice and cozy where you belong.

The disconnected voice was almost haunting, digging deeper into the cheetah's subconscious, burrowing into his mind and tainting him to the wolf's benefit. He was exercising his full potential on the cat now, ensuring that the cheetah would be fully absorbed in the somatic experience. Like a siren's call, Frosty sat up in the wolf's lap and gave another soft nudge that pushed his nose against slick flesh. As drool gathered around his head, he could feel the tension building, the wolf savoring this delicious cat and resisting the urge to simply snap him up him like a piece of meat.

Show me you want it, kitty. Feed yourself to wolfy. Show me that you know you're nothing...but...meat..."

Forest could almost feel the guilty moan in the back of his throat, the cat shuddering against him when those words poisoned his mind. The result was exactly as intended, the white spotted feline angling his muzzle down and nudging his muzzle into Forest's throat. He was blushing furiously, squirming with anxious anticipation as the wolf's firm hands traveled the length of his sides, pausing at Frosty's hips. An inviting wiggle encouraged him to squeeze them possessively, hiking the cheetah's butt upward to stuff him several inches deeper.

The slimy, rippling tube hugged every inch of Frosty's face as it was dragged in, making a distinct bulge in the wolf's throat as his head was pulled down with a deep swallow. There was a moment of tension, something hindering the cheetah's descent as his face passed beneath Forest's neck. With a deft motion, the wolf unbuttoned his dress shirt, loosened his tie, then gave the front of his black collar a firm tug to stretch it enough to allow the squirming bulge to pass beneath.

K_now what that was, chee? The only thing stopping you from slipping down my throat. You'll slide down nice and smooth now, so wiggle like a good kitty. It'll help you go down easier._

With his head fully enwrapped in the wolf's esophagus, Frosty struggled to identify where this voice was coming from. He only knew that it was calling him, drawing him along for the ride while he allowed his body to act of its own will. Or so he thought. Everything felt like reflex, automatic responses to the wolf's soothing words. As Forest's jaws stretched over his shoulders, he could feel the cheetah's will etching away. Slowly surrendering himself to the wolf's desires, to his power.

Frosty stroked his fingers across the wolf's belly a final time before the tension on his torso began to pin his arms to his chest. He was quickly becoming entirely helpless to the predatory wolf, but there was no desire to fight in Frosty's mind. The natural-instinct of self-preservation had been fully undermined. The only thing he knew now was his true role, to feed himself willingly to his ravenous companion.

Taut rippling grew more frequent, smooth muscle kneading the cheetah closer to his doom. The white cat was blissfully unaware of what lay in store for him, the sensations of Forest's swallowing overwhelming his mind with pleasure. The wolf's hands gave his hips another possessive squeeze while he slid his tongue beneath Frosty's shirt to tease his belly button, eliciting an abrupt giggle and a flurry of wiggling as he circled the small divot. He knew just how ticklish this one was, and the feeling of the petite cat futilely struggling in his throat just to escape being tormented made him growl in satisfaction.

Ooh, that's nice. You feel SO good when you squirm like that. Don't stop, chee. The best is yet to come.

The promise of more made Frosty anxiously twist and wiggle his hips shamelessly between Forest's hands. A deep, empty growl beneath the cheetah drowned out the steady thud of the wolf's heart, beckoning him to Forest's depths. Frosty knew he was meant that answer the call and wanted to ensure the wolf enjoyed every bit of it.

As the cheetah's feminine hips approached Forest's jaws, he ran his fingertips along the cat's waistline, following a tight pair of jeans that handsomely accented his curves. Those would come off. Guilty shuddering traveled the cheetah's spine, feeling his button unsnap, followed by the steady tick of his zipper being undone. As his pants were loosened, the wolf's voice filled his head again, wide hips squirming as his underwear was revealed: a pink thong bearing the title "princess."

My, my. What have we here? What a naughty little chee, flaunting something cute like that. Perhaps I should call you my little princess? Mmmh, not that it will matter when I finish digesting you.

_ _ With a firm shove, the wolf greedily stuffed Frosty's hips into his yawning maw. The cheetah's tail whipped about quickly as a broad canine tongue immediately set to _thoroughly_exploring his curvy waistline and hips. The tip shamelessly curled between Frosty's thighs, earning a violent shudder and an involuntary buck of the hips. There was no mistaking the moan that rose from the depths of Forest's throat, making him grin around a mouthful of cheetah rump. Tightening his slick tongue, the wolf seemed to use the grip between Frosty's thighs to drag him back into his throat, leaning his head up and tipping the cheetah's center of gravity.

His descent suddenly accelerated, the slimy drool helping Frosty glide down until his muzzle dropped into the wolf's belly. He was unceremoniously shoved into the pit of that wet pouch, dunked in a shallow pool of cheetah-flavored drool and stomach fluids. The slimy mixture soaked his fur as he was forced into a tight curl, shoulders soon joining him in Forest's gut. It was sweltering hot, steamy, and he could smell the acrid bite of a predator's stomach. And it felt welcoming to the enraptured cat.

Releasing Frosty's legs as they disappeared rapidly down his throat, the wolf followed those twitching, squirming bulges along his neck, down the center of his chest, finally coming to rest on the top of his abdomen. He could clearly feel the cheetah's head pushing against the inside of his gut, twisting about and shifting to find an accommodating position that allowed the wolf to continue ingesting him. The wolf's eyes closed, ears pinned back as he savored the last bits of the white cat, tongue looping around each of Frosty's ankles before winding between his wiggling toes.

A wet gurgle filled Frosty's ears as he shifted in the wolf's belly, hands soon freed to push firmly against the walls surrounding him. As Forest curled his tongue over Frosty's feet and eased them back into his throat, he held the cheetah's paws in place for a moment, letting the richly-flavored drool gather in his mouth and pool around them.

Does it feel nice, chee? Having a predator's throat and belly welcoming you, embracing you? Only one more swallow, and the deal will be sealed. A last slip down to finish curling you up in my belly, and you'll belong...to...me...

Every ounce of will seemed to be escaping the cheetah's consciousness, focused only on the sensations of a slimy passage and pooling gut squeezing his body. It was almost heavenly. The only thing he cared about was satisfying his predator's appetite, to curl up in Forest's gut and simply let the wolf...have him. Wiggling his toes, he got his wish moments later as the wolf tipped his head back, gave his collar one final, soft stretch, and let the cat's feet slip down his neck. A deep growl of satisfaction filled Frosty's ears as the wolf reclined, letting a bloated gut spill out into his lap.

Forest didn't say a word for several seconds, savoring that moment of predatory gratification. His hands roamed over his swollen gut, exploring the vague shapes beneath white fur, pushing open his unbuttoned dress shirt in a shameless fashion. It reveled in this victory, minor as it was, tail thumping against the seat as it wagged. His stomach gurgled wetly around the trapped feline moments before a deep, satisfied belch escaped Forest's lips.

Ooh, there we are. Absolutely delicious. I couldn't ask for a better dinner. And you feel so good in there, right where you belong, little princess chee. Better wiggle while you can, because I don't know how long you're going to last in there. I'd say...grrrrh...my stomach is going to get along with you nicely.

Frosty could already feel the warmth pooling around him, dripping over his body. His surroundings grew significantly tighter when another shameless burp escaped the wolf's gut, further defining the flustered cat that wiggled beneath Forest's pelt. His hands squeezed and pushed at the cheetah to feel out his body, giving him a sensory overload as additional pressure was strategically applied to him through the stretched gut, massaging the slimy walls against his meal. The resulting squirming made Forest growl again, hips rolling against the swollen gut weighing down his thighs.

That's it, kitty. Make wolfy's gut wiggle. Show me just how badly you want to be...all mine. The more you squirm, the faster you'll digest. You feel...grrrr...just like a little bunny in there. And they don't last long at all.

Being compared to the wolf's favorite food had exactly the desired result. The cheetah's feet pushed firmly against the surrounding walls, making distinct imprints of his paws against Forest's abdomen. A flustered whimper could be heard as Frosty sloshed in a growing pool of acidic slime that drenched his fur and washed over him with each rhythmic clench. The wolf's stomach was unrelenting, bearing down on him tightly to begin softening his dinner.

_ _ This was it. Frosty was going to meet his end in a wolf's gut, and he couldn't be happier about the fact. As his will began give out entirely, he let the wolf's embrace close in around him, both mind and body. The wolf's words had completely won him over, surrendering himself to a superior predator.

While Forest reveled in his indulgent moment, he bent down to flex his gut tightly around the cheetah, murmuring quietly to him. I have a confession to make before you digest away. You have me mistaken for someone else. I'm not the 'Forest' you hoped I am. To my minions, and now you, my little food cat, I prefer to go by 'Dominion.' I hope you enjoy your temporary accommodations..."

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Ducking low, the wolf carefully extracted Frosty from the back seat of the limousine. The lovely white cat had drifted off to sleep on his shoulder, offering him the perfect opportunity to toy with his mind, to corrupt the cheetah's dreams and make them seem more real than anything he could imagine. Disturbed by being moved, Frosty opened his eyes blearily, but tightened his hug around the wolf's shoulders as he was swept up like a bride. He was still half-dreaming, unable to shake off the vivid images Dominion had placed in his head.

As the wolf approached his private helicopter, a ram curiously inspected the cheetah he was carrying in his arms.

"Another troublemaker, sir? Shall I prepare the machine?"

Grinning, Dominion peered down at the glazed feline that leaned against him as he held Frosty's shoulders and legs. The cat was irreparably under his charm, now. Frosty was little more than a puppet, his mind open to explore and warp to the wolf's whims. He shook his head and smirked at his associate.

"That won't be necessary. This one is a close friend. I think I'd like to keep him as he is..."