FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A ropey pink tail lashed about with agitation as the grey mouse briskly walked through the park. His stomach growled unhappily, reminding him that he had missed breakfast, quite literally. His joints still ached from the unfortunate tumble. He'd set eyes on a cute, unsuspecting housecat earlier that morning and had nearly succeeded at catching a meal. It would have been perfect, the orange feline too distracted by a pair of earbuds to hear the mouse's approach. The only thing standing between Fomo and his bellyful of wiggling cat was an overlooked tree root across the trail, perfect for tripping.

"Stupid tree," he grumbled to himself. His jogging shorts and top were streaked in grass stains and soil.

Fomo would look for another opportunity soon enough, but wanted to burn off the frustration with a light jog, first. It would be much easier to hunt with a clear head. He ignored the growing pangs in his stomach while his pace built, round ears beginning to bounce lightly. The image of his intended quarry played back in Fomo's mind, envisioning that orange cat padding ahead of him.

Wonder what he tasted like? Shame I couldn't find out, but maybe I'll get lucky and-

Fomo's internal thought process stopped when he rounded a bend and spied a familiar cheetah stretching his legs. The white cat had one leg across a park bench, body leaned forward and reaching for his toes. He noted the approaching jogger and turned his head to investigate. The feline's inquisitive gaze shifted to a cheeky grin, followed by a subtle wiggle.

As he padded to a halt, his eyes caught the cheetah's bobbing hips. A pair of tight blue and black jogging shorts hugged Frosty's body, emphasizing his feminine figure. His pink sports top was similarly conforming, leaving little to the imagination. The sight was enticing enough to make Fomo's stomach rumble again, loud enough that his friend's ears briefly swiveled back. Though he appeared to focus on stretching, a light blush crept over the white cat's cheeks.

"Fancy meeting you out here. Trying to work off a few extra inches?" Frosty lightly ribbed.

A pearly grin flashed at Frosty, tracing a pink tongue over his large incisors. "Just working up an appetite for lunch, actually."

The insinuation wasn't lost on him. The cat knew well of his friend's eating habits, particularly the rodent's preferred diet. Though Frosty regularly tempted fate, he (usually) managed to avoid being part of it. Peering over his shoulder, he watched the mouse confidently pad closer, a swagger in his wide hips. Fomo paused just out of reach and planted one hand on his hip, meeting the cheetah's gaze with a mischievous glint.

"Maybe you'd like to join me, spottycat? I'd love to have you along," the mouse continued.

The offer seemed innocent enough, at the surface. The way Fomo looked at him suggested other intentions. Although he was wary of the mouse's proximity, Frosty winked back.

"If you think you can keep up with a chee, sure." Another wiggle punctuated the cheetah's boast, deliberately drawing attention to curvy, feminine hips. He was showing off and both knew it. Frosty was also playing with fire. He missed Fomo's tongue tracing across his lips while those perky cheeks moved in front of him.

"You willing to wager a meal on that, kitty? You might be surprised." Fomo edged closer.

Frosty's ears perked at the hint of a challenge. Fit as he was, surely the mouse couldn't beat him in a foot race. It almost felt like a sucker bet, making him wonder what his friend was up to. There was only one way to find out.

"Mmm, once around the park?" As he straightened up, he casually slipped his arms behind his neck and stretched his back. "Lunch is on the loser! How's that sound?"

Before Fomo could say anything, a deep growl from his stomach answered first. He could smell the white cat, and the sight of so much wiggling was making Frosty irresistible. As hungry as he was feeling, he opted to take a different approach to the cheetah's proposition.

"You're on, spottycat. I hope you've stretched well, cuz you're going to need it."

Chuckling, Frosty closed his eyes and arched again. "You sound awfully confident that you- "

Gulp.

There was a gentle tug on the cheetah's tail, followed by another soft, audible swallow. The unmistakable warmth and wetness creeping around it prompted Frosty to peek over his shoulder and investigate. As soon as he laid eyes on the crouched mouse, Fomo grinned smugly and reached for his friend's hips. His lips pursed, and he finished suckling his way up the spotted tail like a noodle.

"Wh-...hey! We haven't even run yet!" Frosty protested, reaching back. Before he could push the cheeky mouse away and extract his tail, a sharp tug pulled him off balance. Stumbling backwards, he toppled just in time for Fomo's jaws to gape open and catch him. His bell jingled noisily when he came to a halt in a rather inconvenient way. The white cheetah found himself precariously sitting in his friend's open mouth, hands possessively squeezing and pulling his wide hips to shove them deeper.

Frosty's scent had been enticing enough by itself. When his tongue raked over the cheetah's shorts and pulled at his waistband, Fomo knew this cat's fate was sealed. His stomach wanted to be filled with kitty. Kneeling lower, he hooked his thumbs beneath Frosty's shorts and peeled them away as his spotted rump nudged the mouse's throat. The smooth flesh rippled as he gulped again, forcing the cheetah's thighs against his belly, effectively folding the svelte feline over on himself.

"Fomo, this isn't what I meant at all," the cat persisted, despite blushing cheeks.

Much to Frosty's dismay, his generous figure proved little challenge for the predatory mouse. With another greedy swallow, his hips vanished into Fomo's throat and were now making an impressive bulge beneath his neck. His feet were quickly losing traction on the dirt, soon lifted completely off the ground as Fomo pulled at his waist to keep him moving deeper. A muffled groan rumbled around his body while he was liberally slathered in drool, tongue thoroughly tasting the delicious cat.

Fomo reveled in the satisfying stretch as his wiggling meal settled farther into his throat, letting Frosty's weight do most of the work now. He didn't need to worry about his "lunch" escaping; attempts at wiggling free were only helping lodge the cheetah deeper. The only thing prompting him to hurry was his own appetite. His lips crept up Frosty's belly, teeth nibbling his lower back and catching the bottom of his tank top. Nimble fingers snuck beneath the fabric to pet through grey spots, sifting through his friend's soft fur while he stripped away his shirt.

A wet squelch filled Frosty's ears as he dipped again, the mouse's slimy esophagus kneading insistently to envelop more of his body. He grasped for the park bench in a last attempt to pull himself free, but a sharp tug kept it just out of reach. Whining defeatedly, ears pinned flat, he could only watch Fomo's jaws overtaking him with deceptive ease. The way he'd been tucked and crammed in forced his legs to straighten, feet awkwardly positioned alongside his head as his torso was swallowed.

When Frosty's folded hips slid into his belly, one of the mouse's hands came down to rest against the fidgeting bulge. The other reached beneath Frosty's chin, cradling it to support him as Fomo leaned his head back. A straighter path down the mouse's esophagus caused his meal to swiftly drop, gulping heavily to drag the spotted feline in to his shoulders. His stomach swelled as the meal's weight began to settle in, earning a delighted groan.

As Fomo's tongue crept up his neck and chin, Frosty closed his eyes and whimpered again. There was no convincing his gluttonous friend to stop, and he knew it. He was only a few gulps shy of being mouse food. Though his cheeks were stained pink from persistent blushing, at the shame of falling prey to something a cat would normally eat, his heart was racing. There was always anxiety mixed with excitement, quite literally wagering his life on the hope that James's machine still worked.

Down you go, kitty. The thought was followed by a deep swallow, Fomo's tongue curling over the cheetah's muzzle and pushing it back. Glrrrrk! As the mouse sealed his lips around Frosty's feet and arms, a distinctly-shaped bulge slid down his white neck. He teasingly brushed his fingers across the outline of the cat's cheeks and made a quiet "mmm," adding insult to injury as another swallow whisked him away. Soon Frosty's palms were sliding across the mouse's lips, allowing Fomo one last opportunity to tease his friend. His tongue pinned the cheetah's hands against the roof of his mouth, massaging his fingers as his body's natural rhythms coaxed Frosty the rest of the way down.

A wet grrrrgle filled Frosty's ears as he was crammed into the mouse's belly, smooth walls loosely hugging his body to keep him curled up. Fomo's body heat made his surroundings uncomfortably hot, the acrid bite of stomach acids even more potent. Though he couldn't see in the darkened surroundings, Frosty could feel warm fluids pooled around his hips, with more steadily drizzling over him from seemingly everywhere. He attempted to push his hands and feet against the slimy gut, but only succeeded in making vague impressions in Fomo's white fur.

"F-Fomo! C-c'mon..."

Resting a hand on the park bench, Fomo cradled his gut in the other arm while he slumped over. Exhaling sharply, he let out a deeply-satisfied groan and licked his smirking lips. Frosty was especially animated today, something that brought the mouse deep gratification. There was nothing better than a lively cat in his stomach. And he wanted to be sure Frosty knew it. His belly gurgled loudly from the cat's squirming, followed by a deep belch that drew the walls tightly against his meal. Bits of white fur escaped with the taste of his feline catch, licking again.

"Ooh, there's a good kitty! Right where you belong, chee. Again." The last part hung in the air, earning a wide grin when Fomo felt his stomach jump in protest. He couldn't resist rubbing it in, squeezing his gut tightly while muffled whimpering could be heard beneath his swollen gut.

Cautiously rising to his feet, Fomo balanced while he acclimated himself to the added weight. His belly continued to twitch and bounce as Frosty squirmed inside, white fur offering a vague impression of the curvy cheetah he'd eaten without a second thought. Large round ears flicked to listen to the increasingly-wet gurgling, his stomach more than eager to demonstrate how efficient it was at digesting his favorite food.

"You feel so good in there, spottycat. Keep squirming as long as you like." A chittering giggle could be heard before Fomo continued. "Now, how'd our little wager go? Once around the park, and the loser is lunch, right?"

"Mmph!" The outburst was followed by another flurry of wiggling, his friend clearly disagreeing with Fomo's interpretation. Sure, he'd bent the rules a little, but all that mattered was that he'd caught a filling meal, and not the other way around.

Patting his belly with one hand, Fomo tsk'd quietly and flexed his stomach. "Shh, settle down in there, spottycat. Mousie's got 'ya. I'll take good care of you, like always." Another soft burp escaped, briefly interrupting his tease. "Mmm, let's see if you can make it all the way around, hm?" <3

Disregarding the cheetah's scattered clothing, Fomo padded onto the path and began to gradually pick up the pace to a slow jog. The steady bouncing made his gut slosh, its heavy weight guaranteeing that Fomo would be taking a very leisurely jog around the park while his meal digested. After all, he'd never agreed to how quickly he needed to complete the circuit...