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Though the lecture hall was half-full, the only sounds to be heard were rustling papers as pages were turned and documents were flipped, interspersed with soft-spoken whispers. Library rules were enforced during study halls, which meant anything over a hushed voice was frowned upon. Two white and grey spotted felines were seated together at one of the tables, each focused on their own work. Frosty had his cheek resting on the back of one hand, idly thumbing through a Biology textbook while his eyes shifted between the book and his homework.

Snowy seemed even less interested in his studies, thumbing at his cell phone beneath the edge of the table. When Frosty glanced over, he noticed the snow leopard's gaze directed downward, and chuckled when he saw the device. He didn't say anything, returning his attention to his studies for the time being. A few minutes later, though, he noticed his owner - Frosty had agreed to be Snowy's pet some time ago - still focused on his phone, and he was starting to fidget in his seat.

Curious, Frosty leaned over to investigate what had the snow leopard so captivated. He was distracted enough that he didn't notice the white cheetah peeking over his shoulder. What Frosty saw on the screen made him grin devilishly. To say that the images he was flipping through were provocative would be an understatement. He was looking at porn in the middle of study hall, and amusingly, Frosty recognized several of those shots from their own sexual adventures.

In fact, one of the images that Snowy paused on for a short while, Frosty had captured himself. It featured a rather close-up view of a certain snow leopard on his back, thighs spread with his stiff, dripping erection resting against his belly, while the white cheetah was seated between his legs as he buried himself in Snowy's rump. A moment later the image changed again as his thumb swiped across the screen, but then he reversed direction to go back to the previous image.

As Snowy squirmed in place, the cheetah's eyes gazed past his phone. It wasn't difficult to figure out why his owner couldn't keep still: his jeans were straining against an obvious bulge. As his hips shifted, Frosty could tell that he was grinding against the inside of his pants. Maybe he could help.

Though he straightened up once more to appear to be focusing on his homework, a hand reached beneath the table and crept over. It wasn't until he curled his fingers around the tent that Snowy noticed, jumping in his seat and letting out a sharp groan from the unexpected touch.

Several heads turned their direction, the snow leopard's face steadily reddening at his outburst. Frosty casually withdraw his hand to avoid giving them away, pursing his lips tightly to fight back a smirk and desperately trying not to giggle.

"Keep it down," the professor reminded, looking up from behind a computer screen just long enough to make eye contact.

Snowy slumped in his seat, glancing Frosty's direction and giving him a scolding glare despite the warm glow in his cheeks. It wasn't the first time his pet had caught him browsing. The white cheetah peered over and batted his eyes at his owner, winking back to him. That earned a quiet huff, but when Frosty lifted himself to slide his chair closer, Snowy allowed a little smirk. He knew exactly what the cheeky cat was up to.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Snowy felt the telltale caress of the cheetah's fingers against the top of his thigh. Frosty was pretending to read his textbook, but his attention was clearly focused on making Snowy squirm. He didn't discourage the cheetah, even subtly rolling his hips when Frosty's palm came to rest on top of his taut crotch. The snow leopard's phone came up once again, and he resumed browsing his personal collection while Frosty felt him up beneath the table.

It wasn't long before Snowy had to bite his lip to muffle another groan, prompting Frosty to lean over and purr quietly into his ear. "Gonna get us both if trouble if you keep that up, hun. Maybe we should find somewhere to deal with this?"

Snowy nodded his agreement at the suggestion, flinching when the cheetah snuck another grope at his swollen crotch before drawing away. Given that study hall attendance wasn't mandatory, they'd likely get in more trouble for making noise than they would for leaving. Both cats proceeded to pack up their books and papers, then Snowy adjusted his pants in an attempt to conceal the tent his pet had been fondling. It only partially worked, but as he stood up, the bottom of his shirt hung low enough to mask the outline of his erection beneath the denim.

A few heads turned as Frosty and Snowy made their way to the back of the room, but nobody seemed to have picked up on why they were leaving. Once they were in the hall and the door closed behind them, Snowy reached out to give his pet a playful swat on the rump. Frosty giggled, making a cheeky hip-wiggle at his owner as he walked ahead of him. They didn't say a word to one another, however, since other students were within earshot as the pair of felines strolled past.

Turning a corner, they ducked into a bathroom which provided a convenient place to find the privacy they were looking for. Unlike most of the other bathrooms on campus, this one featured a small row of shower stalls due to a workout room nearby. One of the stalls was already occupied, the steady hiss of running water ensuring that the noises of their exchange would be masked.

As soon as the stall door was locked and they dropped their belongings, Frosty surprised his owner by pushing him backwards into the tiled wall of the changing area. His cheeks flushed as the cheetah's muzzle came up to his own, peering into a mischievous blue gaze. Snowy opened his mouth to say something, but was swiftly muffled by a steamy kiss. The gesture elicited a soft groan, reaching up to drape his arms around Frosty's shoulders to pull him close.

While Snowy's hands roamed across his pet's shoulder blades and back, the cheetah's own palms came to rest on his hips. Frosty closed the gap between them, letting his hips press to the snow leopard's to feel the stiff erection Snowy was still sporting. The pressure on his lap made Snowy shiver, rocking subtly to grind himself against the cheetah. Frosty returned the motion in kind, nudging his owner back until the snow leopard's rump was pinned against the wall to better make him squirm.

As their muzzles interlocked, the cheetah's hands grabbed at Snowy's hips while grinding more firmly against him. Frosty was clearly getting into it now, a firming bulge pushed against his owner's own stiff tent. Softly growling into the kiss, the cheetah's tail lashed quickly as his fingers wandered back to grope at Snowy's butt, using it as leverage to apply more pressure to their mutual grinding.

A rough tongue flicked over the snow leopard's lips before their deep kiss ended, drawing out a narrow strand of drool that quickly broke. Frosty could feel his owner's heart pattering, and grinned at the rosy hue on his cheeks.

"In a bit of a mood today, huh?" Frosty teased, keeping their hips close while he purred to him.

Snowy's ears pinned, nodding at his pet. "Woke up with a bit of morning wood, but...didn't have time to deal with it."

"Poor kitty. Must be awfully pent up by now. Especially after all those naughty pics."

His owner's face became considerably redder when Frosty pointed it out. "Y-yeah, just a bit."

Before Snowy could add much else, their lips came together once more. The cheetah's hips backed away, instead replaced by a shameless grope between Snowy's thighs. He was grateful that the resulting moan was muffled by Frosty's lips, back arching as his body rolled against the intimate touch. The cheetah's palm rolled up and down the outline of his shaft, making his owner weak in the knees.

After another slow stroke, their lips broke once more. "We probably can't stick around too long, but...maybe your pet chee can help you deal with this," Frosty suggested.

Snowy nodded again, feeling a damp patch spreading in his underwear as Frosty lightly gripped him through his jeans. Even though the shower in the stall beside them was still running, he nibbled his lip to muffle soft moans.

"Any requests?" the cheetah purred into Snowy's ear while his grip tightened, drawing the front of the snow leopard's jeans taut against his shaft.

The images of the white cheetah burying himself were fresh in his mind. Snowy already knew what he wanted before Frosty asked. "Could slip yourself beneath my tail," he offered quietly.

"I thought you might say that," Frosty murmured to him, relaxing his grip on his owner's crotch and tracing an index finger up his zipper. He pinched the brass tab and began tugging it down, relaxing the tension on Snowy's erection as his fly came open. The button came next, allowing Frosty to push his owner's jeans down his hips, revealing a pair of light blue boxers that did little to contain the cat's shaft. The tip of it was poking up beneath the waistband, which kept it snug against Snowy's abdomen.

Frosty nuzzled the base of his friend's ear and gave it a soft kiss, purring sweetly to him as he traced his fingers up the outline of the snow leopard's cock without directly touching the exposed flesh. "Let's see how quickly you can make yourself cum, hmm? Turn around, sweetie."

Rumbling to his pet, Snowy turned his head to sneak another kiss on the cheetah's lips before twisting himself around to face the wall. Frosty's hand slid away from his length as he turned, rolling across the boxers hugging his hip before he hooked a finger beneath the waistband and tugged them down to reveal his spotted rump, leaving Snowy's jeans and boxers bunched loosely around his thighs. He traced a few of the dark rosettes, grinning when a bushy tail curled around his body to offer him better access to what lay beneath.

A quiet murmur escaped Snowy's lips when the cheetah's hips came in contact with his body once more. Though Frosty's jeans were still done up, he could feel the distinct bulge partially nestling itself between his cheeks. He teased his owner with a few slow-grinding strokes, encouraging the snow leopard to arch his back and present himself to the cheetah. That was all the encouragement Frosty needed, leaning in to nuzzle the back of Snowy's neck and nibble tenderly while he unzipped himself. He would've liked to spend more time teasing his owner, but the longer they fooled around, the more likely they would be caught in the act.

When Snowy felt rigid warmth pressing itself between his fuzzy cheeks, there was a soft shiver, and a needy whine escaped the snow leopard. His hips rolled to encourage his pet, sandwiching the stiff shaft deeper until he felt the tip nudge beneath the root of his tail. The intimate poke coaxed out another sweet groan, tail hugging the cheetah's body as mutual grinding smeared slickness against a warm entrance.

The cheetah's hips lifted and rolled forward, applying light pressure to the tense ring and making Snowy involuntarily clench in the process. His cheeks tightly gripped Frosty's cock, trapping it in place momentarily before he relaxed again. Growling heatedly in response, Frosty licked up the back of Snowy's neck, then gently mouthed over his scruff and gave a soft tug while his hips ground insistently against the snow leopard's opening.

Frosty's persistence quickly paid off, shuddering when he felt the fleshy barrier give way to allow his dripping tip to ease in. His partner had to bite his lip to muffle the resulting moan as he felt himself being spread around the cheetah's shaft. Penetration was slow at first, but with more slick precum dribbling out, gentle grinding smeared it along the inner walls to allow Frosty to ease in deeper.

Snowy rested his forehead and hands against the wall, eyes closed as his pet gently spread him. He rolled his hips against Frosty, working himself down the cheetah's cock while his own length dripped onto the floor. Pent up as he now was, he desperately wanted the other cat to rail him against the wall. Frosty knew better, however. As much as he wanted the same, he knew that getting too enthusiastic would be sure to get them noticed.

Reaching up, Frosty placed a hand over his partner's, lacing his fingers with the other cat and giving a soft squeeze. He growled into his scruff as he rocked his hips forward, burying the last few inches of his length beneath Snowy's tail and making both of them tremble. He held his length deep inside while the other feline ground against his lap, squeezing down on the pink shaft as familiar pleasure jolted his nerves.

Curling his fingers, Frosty gently lifted Snowy's hand away from the wall, perking the snow leopard's ears as he guided his paw downward. Snowy blushed brightly when he was directed to his own unattended length, letting Frosty curl their fingers around it and slide down the length, making him shudder and flex around his pet's cock again.

Releasing his bite on the snow leopard's scruff, Frosty gave him several soft kisses up the back of his neck, then purred into Snowy's ear. "Go on, sweetie. Have a nice stroke; make yourself cum while you grind on a cheetah cock."

At Frosty's direction, the snow leopard's fingers nudged their hands upward, smearing slickness across the rigid length before stroking toward the base once more. The initial strokes were sensual, drawn out motions, hips grinding forward into their fingers before pushing back into Frosty's lap again. The sensation of fleshy barbs tickling his depths when he lifted made his back arch, pressing against the cheetah's body and rumbling deeply along with him.

Though he initially let his owner's hips do most of the work, it wasn't long before Frosty joined in his gentle rhythm. He nuzzled between Snowy's ears and placed a few gentle kisses on the back of his head while he drew himself away, tightening their fingers around the snow leopard's shaft before he pushed deep inside and caused him to abruptly gasp. The deep probe resulted in a tight clench around Frosty's length, milking out a spurt of precum that generously slickened his walls for the next stroke.

Frosty could feel his partner warming from the attention, accompanied by the pleasant fragrance of a frisky cat that was growing heavier in the air. It grew richer, more stimulating to the senses as he began to make long, steady strokes into the snow leopard's body that had Snowy whimpering nonstop. He couldn't help himself, quiet mewls and groans stirred by every movement Frosty now made.

Feeling the cat's length pulsing in their fingers, Frosty angled his thrusts until he found a sweet spot that nearly caused Snowy to cry out. His owner managed to choke back the outburst, pursing his lips much in the same way he'd done in the classroom earlier. The sudden spike in pleasure nearly made his knees buckle beneath him, leaning heavily against the wall for support as Frosty continued to nail his prostate with steady thrusts.

"F-Frosty, y-you're gonna...nnnnh!" Snowy tried to warn his pet to ease up a little, feeling the bottled pressure rising quickly due to how pent up he already was.

But Frosty maintained his pace, keeping their hands snugly wrapped around Snowy's cock while the snow leopard tightly squeezed his own. Their fingers were liberally coated in slick fluids, dripping nonstop due to the attention to his prostate. He wasn't going to hold out much longer, Frosty knew. The cheetah's head dipped, pressing his nose to the base of Snowy's neck to take in his rich scent as their hips gently smacked together. His jaws parted, then he mouthed the side of his owner's neck and clamped down in a loving bite.

The delicate pressure on his neck, combined with all the sexual stimulation to his lower body, was too much for Snowy. Panting quickly, his whimpering moans grew more frequent, pitch escalating as he felt himself reach the tipping point. His body jerked against Frosty, smooth inner walls clamping down on the cheetah's cock like a living vice while his own length jumped in their fingers. Hot spurts of seed erupted moments later, splattering the wall and floor with long, sticky ropes.

Slowing his thrusts, Frosty backed his pace off even though he hadn't reached his own peak yet. Worked up as he was, he had plans to deal with his own needs later. Helping his owner relieve himself was his main concern, grinding their hips together gently now to prolong Snowy's pleasure.

"That's it, sweetie, let it all out," Frosty purred, guiding their fingers to the base of his owner's length while he tenderly licked the spot he'd just bitten. "Chee's gonna eat you once you're empty."

The unexpected declaration caused Snowy to shudder and clench tightly, unaware that Frosty's oral attention had stirred the cheetah's appetite while they were humping. The tension made Frosty gasp, rolling his hips forward to firmly grind the base of his cock beneath Snowy's tail.

"Nngh, enjoyed that, huh? I know how much you love slipping down your pet cheetah's throat." Rolling their fingers up his owner's length, he felt it jump again as he continued teasing. The thick spurts were beginning to taper off, but Snowy remained noticeably-stiff due to the suggestion of being lunch.

When the shower beside them shut off, Frosty grinned. They'd finished just in time. He kissed the side of Snowy's neck, then tipped his head up to purr softly into his ear. "Sounds like we just lost our cover. Guess we better get you tucked in before you give us away."

Snowy whined when he felt the cheetah's hips pull back, rigid feline barbs gently tugging on the surrounding walls as they retreated. The stimulation made it nearly-impossible to keep quiet, keenly aware of the rustling in the next stall over. He was somewhat relieved when the cheetah's length slipped free, but also disappointed that he couldn't hold onto it a bit longer.

"C'mere, sweetie. Gimme a kiss," Frosty whispered, squeezing the snow leopard's spotted hip and giving a nudge to encourage him to turn.

Snowy knew what would come next, heart still thrumming quickly from his climax and panting. Blushing hotly, he found himself staring into his pet's eyes once again as he turned and pressed his back heavily against the wall. It was difficult to remain standing, but a firm hold on his hips helped keep him on his feet. His ears swiveled back as he leaned in with little hesitation, exchanging a passionate embrace with his pet.

Frosty let the deep kiss linger for a short while before his lips began to creep over the end of his owner's white muzzle. He gave Snowy's hips a possessive grope and pulled them up, encouraging him to lean in as the cheetah's jaws spread. The other cat eagerly did so, nuzzling across Frosty's tongue as it began to curl beneath his chin. He was rewarded for his enthusiasm with a close-up view into his pet's throat as it inched toward his face.

When the cheetah's jaws closed gently over the top of his head, everything darkened, but Snowy could still see the dimly-lit abyss looming before him. Strings of drool dripped over his snout and face, clinging to his fur while the Frosty's rough tongue rolled against his neck to coat it. He took his time for now, letting the snow leopard soak in the view as he carefully worked him in, teeth raking over Snowy's ears.

That all changed when Frosty felt the other cat's muzzle nudge into his throat, willingly leaning in to feed himself to the cheetah. A hungry growl filled Snowy's ears, followed by a deep gulp that sent most of his head down the cheetah's neck. As the bulge settled beneath white fur, Frosty hunched over his owner and tugged possessively on his hips to wedge him deeper. Yawning jaws forced their way over the snow leopard's shoulders, pushing Snowy's arms down to his sides as he was swallowed again.

Tight rippling kept Snowy moving deeper as the hungry motions continued with little pause, though the petite cheetah was only able to gulp down a few inches of the bigger cat at a time. It was going to be a rather snug fit, Frosty knew, but he'd manage. It wouldn't be the first time his owner had found himself on the cheetah's menu.

As he crammed Snowy's shoulders into his throat, he leaned over him to keep his feet planted on the floor for leverage. His tongue lapped across the cat's chest, making Snowy flinch and wiggle about when he was able to locate his nipples. Frosty was only able to tease them for a short while before the matted chest was claimed beneath his neck, and soon he was working his way toward Snowy's midsection.

Nearing the halfway point, Frosty began to carefully drop to his knees to make the rest of the spotted meal easier on himself. It forced Snowy to bend forward, feet scrambling briefly on the floor before he lost his footing entirely. The cheetah's hands gripped his hips tightly to catch the momentum, then angled Snowy upward to heft the other cat over his head. As he did, he felt the pressure of Snowy's muzzle at the end of his esophagus, pushing down on the entrance of his gut until the ringed muscle parted to let him slide through.

With a wet squelch and a series of gurgles, the snow leopard's head was forced down into Frosty's empty belly. The white fur on his belly was distended by the vague shape, which continued to swell as Snowy's shoulders plunged in next. Although the cheetah's surroundings felt snug already, they both knew there was plenty of room to grow.

As Snowy's upper body was spilling into Frosty's belly, the cheetah was busily licking his way down his owner's belly, tongue curling over his lip to reach for his shaft. The other cat was still rock hard, Frosty noted with a slight grin around his mouthful of snow leopard. When his tongue finally was able to roll across the firm erection, it made Snowy shudder and let out a muffled, but distinct moan. His hips bucked against the rough surface, body hunching as his length was thoroughly sampled while the cheetah began to chew gently on his squirming curves.

While his tongue was busy with Snowy's cock, Frosty reached up and grabbed at his pants. They were still bunched around his owner's thighs, and would only make things more difficult. He proceeded to tug them back, aided by guilty squirming that resulted from his oral attention. Though he would've liked to linger, to really work his owner up and maybe even attempt to bring him to a second orgasm in such a short amount of time, Frosty's throat was tugging insistently now. While his jaws crept over the crest of Snowy's hips, the snow leopard's cock was pushed firmly against his stomach by the advancing smooth muscle. It gave him an intimate massage that ensured he'd be fitfully wiggling the rest of the way down his pet's throat.

With the most difficult portions of his meal now out of the way, Frosty was able to relax a little and let the natural rhythms of peristalsis finish the job for him. His hands continued to peel away Snowy's pants, happily eating the snow leopard right out of them, until he was able to drag them over his feet and toss them aside. He then reached for his belly to grope at the obscene bulges that were quickly gathering. The other cat's weight was settling onto his thighs, which resulted in Snowy sitting directly on top of the cheetah's stiff erection that had gone unattended for most of the meal. Gentle grinding worked it against the sagging bulge, coaxing soft groans around his owner's thighs.

When Frosty consciously swallowed again, most of the snow leopard's legs swiftly vanished between his drooling jaws, dragging him in to his ankles. This left a pair of fuzzy white feet wiggling helplessly above Frosty's lips, as well as a considerable length of Snowy's bushy tail. Yawning wide, Frosty languidly pulled the cat's paws onto his tongue, curling it around his toes and generously lapping over them while his lips sealed around his tail.

He savored his owner's squirming feet as long as he was allowed, until the resulting wiggling caused Snowy to vanish abruptly into his throat. Pursing his lips, Frosty teasingly suckled to pull in his owner's tail, sending the last traces of the snowy feline down his neck to join his cramped body in the cheetah's belly.

As Snowy settled in, wet gurgling could be heard due to the air that had followed him down, displaced by the snow leopard's body and eventually sent back up as a deep, crass belch that could be heard echoing through the restroom. The flavor of snow leopard on his breath made Frosty smirk, pushing and kneading his hands over the distinct bulges that now hugged his waist.

"Oohhhh, that's much better. You taste as good as ever, sweetie. Mmmh, and you feel pretty great in there, too," Frosty purred, neglecting to check if anyone was still within earshot. Not that it would matter anymore, because anyone would figure out what had happened as soon as they set eyes on the bloated cheetah.

Carefully pushing himself up from the floor, Frosty reached around his gut to button his pants back up once he was on his feet again. He leaned against the wall to support his weight, pinning Snowy between the two while he worked around him. It took some effort, but he eventually succeeded in securing the zipper. His tank top was a lost cause, bunched up over the top of his gut. It would be impossible to pull it down over the hefty bulge that Snowy had created.

"Urrp. Okay, kitty, let's get back to class, hmm? I need to finish studying. Try not to wiggle too much in there," Frosty teased.

Despite the request, Snowy was doing anything but. His hands and feet were pushing and stroking the inside of Frosty's gut, making it gurgle mutedly when he moved. The white shapes beneath the cheetah's fur were visibly shifting as he gathered Snowy's discarded pants and stuffed them into his backpack, then hefted both bags and pushed the shower door open. They were fortunately now alone, allowing Frosty to casually stroll out of the restroom as if everything was completely normal.

Several eyes followed the cheetah down the hall as he passed, and when Frosty returned to the lecture hall, even more students took notice. Some blushed at the sight of the dainty cheetah hefting a considerable paunch, while others shot him envious glares. But keeping to the classroom rules, nobody said a word as Frosty found an empty seat near the back of the room and let himself drop into it with a contented sigh.

There was a muffled grunt when Frosty slid forward, bumping Snowy against the front of the table and grinding him against the hard surface. It was impossible to fully tuck him beneath, however, so Frosty simply unzipped his backpack and propped a textbook on top of his domed belly while he sank into the chair to get comfortable.

In the quiet study hall, it was impossible to ignore the low gurgles that emitted from his stomach as it tightened around Snowy and massaged him. It would be difficult work to digest so much food, but the cheetah's belly was more than up to the task, oblivious to rules of the room. Snowy was still squirming around inside, eliciting even more wet noises from the churning depths that hadn't quite gotten into the rhythm of digestion yet.

Though he was trying to ignore it, he knew he wasn't the only one that could hear the noises. Sure enough, he heard the professor deliberately clear his throat after a particularly loud glrrrn.

"Frosty." The cheetah's head lifted from his textbook and he made eye contact with the professor, who gazing over his computer again. "If you can't digest your friend quietly, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The cheetah's face got hot, flustered that he'd been called out, especially when several of the students giggled. He sheepishly nodded. "Yes, sir."

But before the professor returned to his work, he smirked knowingly to Frosty, then winked before disappearing behind his computer again, allowing the cheetah to breathe a small sigh of relief. He wouldn't get in trouble after all, but decided to keep his head down anyway and hope that his feline passenger would settle down a bit, as requested, as Frosty returned to his studies...