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Frosty jolted in bed when the sound of his alarm clock snapped him awake. Sitting upright, he looked around his room in confusion. Why was he here?

It wouldn't normally be unusual to wake up in his own bed, but the last thing he could clearly remember was drifting off to sleep while that mouse was digesting him: Prince Fomo. The memory of it was vivid, bringing a blush to the white cheetah's cheeks as he recalled what had taken place.

_ Or did it?_

If the mouse had digested him, he should have awakened in a reforming pod in the CATS infirmary, not his own bed. Perhaps the Prince had released him after he'd drifted off?

Considering how things had gone, that seemed unlikely.

Frosty reached for his collar and found was still securely fastened to his neck. So far so good. The only other thing he was currently wearing was a pair of loosely fitted cotton pajama pants, upper body bare as it often was when he went to bed. The fact that he wasn't wearing his CATS suit was cause for alarm. Where was it? Surely the Prince hadn't kept it for himself.

He had to be certain. While the suit was programmed to only respond to its intended wearer, it was less-than-ideal to have one floating around for others to discover. Frosty tossed off his blanket and slid to the edge of the bed, retrieving his cell phone from the nightstand to silence the still-ringing alarm.

There was a notification waiting for him on the screen: a reminder.

CATS Readiness Cert - Live Test: in 2 hrs.

"Huh?" Frosty did a double take. Perhaps he'd simply forgotten to dismiss the notification. When he checked the date on his phone, it matched the reminder he'd left himself. He looked again to be sure he hadn't misread. According to his phone, the CATS test was, indeed, today. A quick check in his Email confirmed it as well.

Had his encounter with Prince Fomo been little more than an elaborate, vivid dream? It had, certainly, felt a lot more real than any other dream he could recall. But so far, all signs pointed to it being nothing more than that.

Frosty sighed and shook his head. "Prince" Fomo. It certainly was a stretch, the more he thought about it. He was certain the Fomo he knew would get a kick out of hearing it.

"Actually, maybe I shouldn't," Frosty mumbled to himself. The last thing he needed to do was give the mouse more ideas about eating him.

Despite convincing himself it wasn't real, the scenario from his apparent dream played itself out in his mind again and again as he got ready for work, hoping that the CATS test would be uneventful...

* * * * * * * * * *

Everything seemed normal enough when Frosty arrived at work. Felix was in his office reviewing a folder of paperwork, likely the mission brief for today's test run. There was still plenty of time before Frosty needed to be ready, but there was something he still needed to be sure about. He proceeded to the locker room adjacent to the CATS Chamber, unlocked his locker, then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

His CATS suit was inside, where it was meant to be when Frosty wasn't wearing it.

That confirmed his mishap with the princely mouse was a dream after all.

Frosty's ears perked when he heard the locker room door open, and turned to see one of the CATS Chamber technicians, Inari, strolling in. The orange tabby cat seemed surprised to see him.

"Oh, hey Frosty. Getting suited up early? The test doesn't start for another hour, you know."

Frosty shook his head. "Nah, just...had to check on something, make sure I have everything."

The other cat nodded. "Fair enough, never hurts to be thorough. Looking forward to the test?"

Another shake of the head. "Hell no," he replied honestly. "Even when it's been certified that thing scares the bejesus out of me. Especially after it blew up."

Inari chuckled at his expense, but nodded empathetically. "Such a scaredy cat. It'll be fine, Frosty. All the tests so far have been very promising."

"I sure hope so." He closed his locker and turned, waving as he passed her. "I'm gonna grab some coffee. See you in an hour."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Preliminary checks look good. You're clear to proceed into the chamber."

"Confirmed," Frosty replied to the voice in his earpiece. He was standing in the holding area, a mostly empty corridor with windowed security doors at either end. One lead to the locker room, the other to the heart of CATS: the transport chamber. A blinking light above the second door switched from yellow to green, and a muffled electronic hum grew louder as the metal door slid open.

Clad in his snug-fitted CATS suit, Frosty proceeded through the doorway into the main chamber. He ascended the metal steps leading up to the transport platform and paused at the center.

Everything to this point was normal. But something felt off, on top of the usual anxiety that he'd expressed to Inari. He couldn't shake it, for some reason; the feeling that he'd gone through this already. Déjà vu.

"Comms check."

Frosty responded with a thumbs up. He didn't need to respond verbally. The cameras in the chamber would see his acknowledgement, and microphones were clearly transmitting the drone CATS made when it was running.

"Excellent. We're ready to proceed with the test run. Sit tight."

Although it was an expected response from the lead technician, something about it didn't sit well with Frosty. His tail began lashing, mind wandering back to the dream he'd had as CATS began to build power. He'd gone through a test just like this.

"All systems go. Preparing for insertion."

There was that feeling of Déjà vu again.

"Handler confirms ready," Felix indicated into Frosty's earpiece.

The cheetah's eyes trailed downward when his suit began to glisten. The circuitry lining it was now pulsing blue with energy. In a few moments he'd be making the timeline hop. Would he end up where he was intended to be? His stomach was forming a knot the more he thought about it.

Felix's voice came into Frosty's ear again. "Try not to get eaten."

This caught Frosty's attention: Felix's taunting phrase that matched his dream, word for word. The cheetah's ears snapped upright, and his gaze pointed directly to the nearest camera. "Wait, what?"

"Insertion in 3...2...1..."

Flash.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the blinding flash from his timeline hop faded, Frosty's chest tightened. He was in the same bedroom as before: the Prince's Bedroom. Everything was identical. The bed, the drapes, the dim flicker of oil lamps...

"Oh, hell no," Frosty murmured.

As he began to turn, something near the foot of the bed caught his eye. It was partially hidden behind one of the bed curtains. When Frosty moved the curtain aside, he gasped.

It was a black leather collar, a golden bell hanging from a silver loop, as well as a gold medallion fastened to the thick strap.

"It can't be," he murmured. Frosty reached down and plucked the collar from the floor, inspecting it closely. The golden bell was familiar enough on its own, but the yin-yang symbol on the tag was unmistakable. He held his breath as he turned the tag over, and the inscription on the back confirmed everything.

Forest's little bellyslut.

"What the hell is going on?" Frosty said aloud. He couldn't wrap his head around it. It was more than simply Déjà vu. He had been here before. This collar was proof enough. His collar. When his fingers brushed across the leather band, it responded to his touch, the surface illuminating.

But if he'd been here already, how had he awakened in his own bed instead of being reformed? Why had he gone through the CATS readiness test all over again?

None of it made sense. It didn't line up.

Something else occurred to Frosty just then: the Prince. If he'd already been here, he still had Prince Fomo to worry about. If the mouse came across him again, how would he react? He already suspected Frosty of being an imposter. The outcome wouldn't be good, in any regard. The last thing he needed right now was to have the mouse unexpectedly walk in on him as he'd done before.

"I need to find a place to hide," he determined. He'd make his extraction request once he felt safe enough to do so. But where?

Certainly not the Prince's room. There were a few pieces of furniture and the canopy bed, but nothing that could substantially conceal him. Never mind the fact that the mouse would likely be able to hear him if he was close by, as large as his ears were.

Frosty leaned down and dropped the collar where he'd found it. No sense in giving away any clues that he'd been here. Ears perked, he cautiously approached the door and peered through the keyhole. His view was limited, but it was enough to see that the corridor beyond the door appeared empty.

The door creaked as he opened it, poking his head partway through to check more thoroughly. He could hear voices, muffled and muted, but none close enough to concern him. All-clear. He stepped out and pulled the door shut, listening intently as he began to slowly creep down the dimly lit corridor. There were several other doors nearby, all of them closed. Some had faint light shining visibly through the gaps. He had to assume they were occupied.

He found a door that was slightly ajar and paused beside it. The voices he'd heard earlier were closer now, but still coming from elsewhere. A quick glance inside told him the bedroom appeared to be unoccupied currently, which was good enough. He silently slipped through the doorway and breathed a sigh of relief that he'd made it to this point. He made certain he was alone before proceeding.

"Okay, just need enough time to be extracted." Frosty reached for his collar and woke it up, then began inputting the command to request emergency extraction. He'd practiced it enough times that he knew the sequence by heart. The collar pulsed blue in each location his fingers tapped.

A digital voice came into Frosty's earpiece a moment later. "Error: Anchor not established. Please generate and transmit anchor code."

Frosty groaned. He'd forgotten. It was always supposed to be the first thing he did after entering another timeline. At least anchoring was a quick process.

The door to the bedroom creaked before he could initiate it, followed by a soft thump and the sound of a lock being turned. Frosty was so startled that he let out a chirp as he twisted around.

He was greeted by another cheetah standing with their back facing the door, fingers still resting on the lock behind them. Their fur was a rich shade of chocolate-brown with black spots and markings, auburn hair flowing past the shoulders, a pair of golden-yellow eyes looking over him. A flowing golden dress barely contained voluptuous breasts, twin swaths of fabric crossing their front in an X pattern that left the middle of their chest and waist exposed. She was wearing golden hoops on her wrists and upper arms, ones that he recognized. The other Frosty had been wearing a similar set.

"Ah, h-hello," Frosty stammered. He wasn't sure what else to say.

The other cheetah's arms folded across her chest, stepping away from the door and approaching Frosty. He followed her with his eyes, holding his ground as she scrutinized him, slowly circling him without a word. When she'd completed a full walk-around, she paused in front of Frosty, tail waving quickly.

She looked less than amused. "The resemblance is uncanny. Impressive."

"C-come again?" Frosty inquired.

"Prince Fomo warned us of an imposter: someone impersonating my brother, Prince Frosty." She gestured toward him. "Clearly he was speaking of you."

Prince Frosty? Her brother? Frosty felt his chest tighten. Stumbling across a gluttonous mouse had been bad enough. "H-how do you know I'm not?"

She huffed. "Doppelganger or not, I recognize my own blood. And he wouldn't be caught wearing...whatever in the Nine Hells this is," she replied dismissively, gesturing at Frosty's CATS suit, then collar.

Frosty fidgeted as he tried to think of something else, reaching for his collar and scratching just beneath it. It looked casual enough, but he was debating whether he should anchor with the other cat in the room. He was supposed to keep his CATS hardware a secret at all costs, but no anchor meant no rescue. CATS couldn't lock onto his signal without it.

"Who are you really?" the female cheetah pressed. "Are you a spy?"

"W-well...n-no..." Friends that knew about his job teased him about being one, but in truth Frosty wasn't intended to spy on anyone. His job was to investigate the source of timeline anomalies, so they could be corrected. How they were corrected, depended entirely on the cause.

"Then tell me who you are, and why you look exactly like my little brother."

"It's...complicated. Look, I'm not here to spy on anyone. I don't want any trouble."

"Then explain why I caught you sneaking about the Prince's halls."

"I was just...trying to hide," Frosty replied honestly.

The other cheetah raised an eyebrow. "From?"

Frosty's eyes darted to the door, then back to her. "Prince Fomo. We...uh...had an encounter that I'd sooner not repeat." The explanation seemed to come out on its own.

The chocolate cat's arms crossed her chest again, foot tapping the floor lightly. She still looked suspicious, but her expression softened somewhat. "Well, the Prince does have a reputation. I don't blame you. You still haven't told me who you are."

He sighed quietly. "You probably won't believe me anyway, but...my name is Frosty."

She seemed perplexed but nodded to him. "Is that so? Well, as fantastical as this all is, I believe you, Frosty."

It was his turn to look surprised at the reply. "Y-you do?"

Her expression shifted to an amused smirk, eyes glinting in the lamplight. "I do." Lifting a hand, she tugged at a golden necklace, extracting a bauble that had been concealed in her cleavage. It was perfectly round and glassy, bearing intricate streaks of amber and black: a tiger's eye gemstone.

"I've yet to meet a man that could lie to me," she chuckled. The way she said it made Frosty uneasy, watching her slip the gem back into place between her breasts. "So, what is your intention?"

"I'm just trying to get out of here. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Well, perhaps I could assist you in that effort," she offered. Her stance relaxed somewhat. "But where are my manners? Lady Catherine the Second. Though I'm known by many names."

"Uh...good...to meet you, Lady Catherine." He was still unsure of her, but bowed his head politely, regardless.

"No need to be so formal with me. Kit will be sufficient."

He nodded at the suggestion. "Fair enough. I have to ask, why are you offering to help me? Only a minute ago you suspected me of being a spy."

Kit's smile faded. "Let's just say, we share a mutual distrust of the Prince of this House."

"Prince Fomo, you mean?"

She nodded. "Indeed. As I said, he has a reputation. And I don't approve of the...arrangement he's made with my younger brother."

Frosty almost asked for clarification but decided it would be best not to pry. "I'd sooner not get involved, if I can help it."

Stepping closer, the brown feline smirked. "Oh, you misunderstand my intentions. I'm not asking anything of you. But if you require something of me..."

"Look, I can handle things just fine, on my own. I just need to be alone long enough to make it happen."

"Very well. I only ask one thing of you in return." There was a glint in her eyes that made Frosty nervous.

"I-if it's money, I can't- "

He was cut off by a soft laugh. "Money?" Kit placed a hand over her chest. "Do you take me for a common brigand, Frosty?"

Frosty lifted his hands apologetically. "No! N-no, I just...don't have anything to offer..."

The other cheetah moved in until they were face to face, making Frosty feel a bit intimidated. She was several inches taller than him, he realized. He flinched when she lifted a hand, cupping his cheek gently. The scent of chocolate wafted into his nose, a sweet compliment to her dark fur.

"Oh, but you do," she purred.

As those golden eyes peered into his own, Frosty felt himself being drawn to them. He could see himself reflected in her dark pupils. There was something oddly calming about her gaze. Disarming. The soft caress of her palm on his cheek was inviting.

"Wh-what would you like?" His heart began beating faster, but not out of fear or apprehension.

"Your companionship, dear brother." Kit leaned in until their lips touched. Frosty flinched, but her hand maneuvered from his cheek to the back of his neck, preventing him from pulling away.

The kiss lasted a long moment before she leaned away. Frosty's cheeks were bright red now, ears laying back timidly. He could feel his pulse racing. He took a shaky breath to calm his nerves a bit before he replied.

"I-I'm not..."

Kit touched a finger gently to Frosty's lips to silence him. "I know. But put yourself in his place for now; imagine that you are," she replied in a hushed murmur.

"Y-you mean you and your brother...?" It was scandalous, but Frosty knew well about being intimate with kin. He and his brother had shared flings that were kept secret to this day.

The coy smile returned, and she nodded. "We have a...unique relationship. But keep that between us, else I'll disembowel you where you stand."

The warning was a harsh contrast to what she was requesting. Frosty grimaced and nodded. "C-certainly, Lady Catherine..."

"Please. Call me Kit." An arm gently looped around Frosty's waist and drew him close as she purred seductively into his ear. "Or 'sister' if you wish." The suggestion made Frosty's face blush intensely, but he nodded.

The smell of chocolate was filling his nose again. He felt prompted to dip his muzzle to the side of her neck to savor her scent. It was intoxicating. He found himself reaching around Kit's waist, pressing himself to her front as he began to purr. It felt strange to find himself so drawn to her, considering that he'd only met her a few minutes prior. But there was something about Lady Catherine. Something that compelled him to explore as her arms reached up and looped around his shoulders.

The white cheetah's hands began to creep up her back, fingers gently kneading as they moved across the golden silk fabric. He paused when they brushed against a bow at the edge of the dress. Beyond it was soft brown fur, her back exposed from the middle all the way up to her neck. At the top was another bow, tying together the shoulder straps of the dress.

Frosty's fingers lingered on that upper bow, circling the fur at the edges of it and debating how he should proceed. It was no longer a question of "whether" he should.

"Go on," she softly urged.

Frosty felt like a puppet, and Lady Catherine's sultry tone was tugging the strings. As her fingers gently teased at the short mane on the back of his neck, he found one end of the bow and began to lightly tug. There was a bit of resistance in the knot at first, but eventually it surrendered and began to come apart. When the two ends were separated, his fingers slid beneath the straps on either of her shoulders and began to ease them off. The fabric crossing Kit's chest began to sag as a result, but her breasts prevented it from falling away immediately.

Rumbling lowly, Kit dipped her head and pressed her nose to the base of his neck. A shiver ran up Frosty's back at the soft touch, listening to soft huffs as she took in his scent much in the same way he'd done. This was followed by a lick that caused him to groan, head leaning to the side to further expose the sensitive area of his neck.

"Mmh, delightful. You look, smell...and taste exactly like him. I might not know the difference, if your demeanor didn't give you away."

When Frosty caressed over the top of her now-bare shoulders, she lowered her arms. The sleeves of her dress were growing loose, and with a gentle shake they slid free. Golden fabric fell from her upper body, fully exposing her ample breasts and leaving the chocolate-hued cheetah bare from the waist up.

Those supple mounds pressed themselves to Frosty's front when she encircled his shoulders again, squishing lightly between them and preventing him from getting a good look. They felt pleasantly warm and pillowy against his body, at least. He wanted to get a better feel, but let his hands wander down to Kit's waist instead, where her dress was hanging open.

As Frosty's fingers began to explore her waist and the natural contour leading to her hips, she met his lips for another steamy kiss. There was greater passion in this one, their heads tipping to better interlock muzzles. There was no restraint on Frosty's part now. As the kiss was drawn out, he slid his palms the rest of the way down Kit's hips, gently squeezing to pull them against one another.

It was only when the other cheetah ground against his growing erection that he discovered something else about her: "Lady" Catherine wasn't entirely a lady.

When the kiss broke, Frosty caught his breath for a moment. "I...erh...didn't realize..."

This time it was Kit's turn to take Frosty by the hips, bumping noses with her white counterpart. "Is something the matter? I hope you're not put off by it."

His heart was racing now. He quickly shook his head. "No, not at all. I uh...well..."

Kit smiled sweetly and peered deep into his eyes, giving a soft peck before she prompted him. "Don't be shy. Your secrets are safe with me, brother."

Frosty felt a flutter, ears bashfully laying back. It was impossible to maintain eye contact as he replied, glancing downward. "...W-well...I prefer it this way."

The playful smile grew wider, then she squeezed Frosty's hips, rocking slowly to push into him and let him feel exactly what was hiding beneath her dress. There was no mistaking the shape, and as she rolled, he realized that not only did she have male parts, but she was also rather well-endowed.

"Perhaps you're more similar to my little brother than I realized." Leaning her muzzle to Frosty's ear, she cooed softly into it. "I wonder if you moan like him, as well."

A fresh surge of heat came to his face, and the only thing Frosty could manage was a bashful, quiet whimper. Her tease was a powerful one, which had his mind racing over the possibilities of what that could entail.

Kit finally leaned away, but only so she could get a better look at the flustered white cheetah in her arms. Lifting her hands from his hips to his cheeks, she cradled him tenderly, eyes glimmering with amorous intent.

"How about you dress down for me, little brother? I'd like to better admire you."

He couldn't say no to her request. Oddly, he didn't feel like he could, even if he wanted to. Frosty was cooperative as ever. He removed his hands from beneath the sagging dress at Kit's hips and reached for the neck of his CATS suit. It was buttoned at the collar in front, a small flap covering the zipper that went the full length of his torso.

Lady Catherine watched intently as he unfastened the collar of the suit and began to unzip it down his chest. "Such an unusual garment. But you do wear it well."

Frosty paused for a moment. The compliment was similar to what Prince Fomo had said. "Thank you. I'm glad you think so."

When he resumed unzipping himself, his companion stepped in and began to push the suit gently to the sides, much in the same way he had removed the top of her dress. The conforming fabric required a bit more work, however, something Frosty was not especially fond of. It wasn't spandex, but still took a good deal of effort to squeeze himself in and out of the silvery bodysuit. With Kit's help, he was able to slip his arms out of it, then watched as she began to work it down his body.

Frosty's view became obstructed when she nuzzled into the front of his neck and placed a light kiss near the top of his collar. A gentle bump prompted him to lift his head, then Kit rewarded him with another kiss on the side of the neck. As his CATS suit was pushed away, she continued to dote on him with intermittent pecks, each one progressively lower: his collarbone, between his pecs, then directly over his belly button.

When he finally looked down, Lady Catherine was on her knees. Nimble fingers brushed along the sides of Frosty's waist, then continued down his hips. They weren't as full as his darker companion, but still possessed a feminine quality that gave him a curvy figure.

As the suit began to fall away from his waist, Frosty fidgeted and bit his lip. The fabric was catching on his lap. Up to this point, his erection had been hugged against his belly beneath the suit.

"My, my," the dark feline purred. "Quite eager for this, aren't you?" She moved her fingers to his front and carefully pulled the semi-stretchy fabric away from his groin and down his hips. His pinkish shaft was revealed a moment later, fully erect and bobbing subtly in time with his racing pulse.

Frosty held his breath when she leaned in. Her muzzle was inches away from his cock. A warm breath rolled over it, making him shiver anxiously, then she offered him another kiss. It landed on the lower part of his abdomen, tantalizingly close to his tip.

When their eyes met again, there was a mischievous smirk on Kit's lips. Instead of tending to his stiff length, she resumed disrobing him. It was much easier now that the CATS suit was off his hips, and soon he was stepping out of the legs. Frosty was now completely naked, save for his leather collar.

It was a risky situation to be in, especially if there was an incident. Without his CATS suit on, he was effectively cut off. But that didn't cross his mind. The only thing occupying it right now was the sultry cat knelt before him, who was now untying the bow at her lower back to finish disrobing.

When Kit rose once more, the dress sagged against her hips, but refused to fall away unaided. She reached for Frosty's hands and laced their fingers together, guiding them to her hips. "Now, finish what you started."

The request was communicated clearly enough. Frosty could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he loosened her dress and tugged gently. Finally, his companion's stiff erection was uncovered. It was ebony-toned and had unique feline characteristics like his own, but "Lady" Catherine was noticeably larger.

"Oh, my..." Frosty murmured. He couldn't help staring as she stepped out of her dress, taking in the full view of her nude body once she straightened up. "You look...stunning."

"You flatter me, dear brother." Her hips swayed confidently when she moved up to him again, taking Frosty by the waist. There was nothing between them now and being embraced against Kit's bare figure was beyond exhilarating.

He reached up and slid his arms around her shoulders, allowing her the freedom to explore his body with her palms. She took the offer in stride, gliding her fingers up and down Frosty's lower back, across the curve of his rump, then finally rested on his hips.

He could have stayed there all evening. There was something strangely comforting about it. The warmth of her purring, naked body against him, the feel of another cheetah's fur mingling with his own, the weight of her hands resting on his hips. He enjoyed feeling desired, being hers.

It was the same feeling of deep connectedness that he'd experienced in his own brother's arms, Frosty realized. Perhaps it wasn't such a stretch to imagine himself in the Prince's place. He didn't have a sister in his own timeline, but given that the Prince was essentially this timeline's version of Frosty, she may as well be. Any concerns he'd had up to this point were forgotten entirely.

There was a soft coo in his ears. "You seem lost in thought."

Frosty blinked and perked his ears, snapped from his musing. "Oh. Sorry. I was just...enjoying the moment," he admitted. How long had he tuned out?

"Well, perhaps we could enjoy it a bit more fully on the bed," Kit suggested.

"O-of course," Frosty breathed. There was a gentle bump against his body, the other cheetah stepping into him while still holding Frosty by the hips. He followed her lead, walking backwards toward the bed each time she moved.

When Frosty was standing at the bedside, Kit leaned in and pressed her lips to his for another lengthy, steamy kiss. Her fingers tightened, then the two felines slowly spun in place at her direction, swapping positions. Frosty murmured softly when she drew her lips away, watching the sultry, curvy cat settle back onto the bed and seat herself. He gazed over her body as she peered up at him, releasing Frosty's hips so she could lace their fingers together.

With a gentle tug, Frosty was coaxed to sit in her lap, kneeling on the bedding and embracing her at the shoulders. The warmth of her erect length pressed directly to his again, encouraging a gentle grind and a soft groan from the smaller cheetah.

"You're welcome to touch it, you know," Kit purred. "There's no need to be timid around me."

It was all the invitation Frosty needed. One arm fell away and moved between them, brushing through the soft fur on her belly momentarily, only to proceed lower to her bobbing shaft. His fingers gently encircled the dark member, feeling a rush of excitement when it pulsed in his hand at his touch.

The barbs lining her shaft flared when he brushed over them. Kit's hips rocked, pushing herself into Frosty's palm as she groaned. He knew well how sensitive a cat's barbs were, lifting his hand to caress the shaft again. She was beginning to leak due to his attention, a clear bead of fluid welling up from the tip, only to be spread over the dark flesh when his fingers captured it.

The familiarity of it was stirring something in him. He'd never met Lady Catherine before, but this moment reminded him well of his younger brother, Ara. Frosty had found himself perched in Ara's lap like this many times. And that memory brought other urges, growing desires.

Running his fingers down to the base of Kit's shaft, he gathered his courage. "U-uh...L-Lady Catherine...Kit," he corrected, "if you'd wouldn't mind..."

A finger curled beneath Frosty's chin, and she gently lifted it until their eyes met. "Yes?"

He didn't immediately make his request, but a gentle squeeze on the hip encouraged Frosty to continue with it. "I-I'd like...to ride you."

This time it was Lady Catherine's turn to blush, and though her chocolate-brown fur hid the rosy tint that came to her cheeks, Frosty could feel the warmth when their noses touched. Her palm moved from his chin to scruff, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Her body gyrated beneath Frosty, grinding her length through his fingers again as she groaned into his lips.

He was so entranced by her kiss that he didn't notice Kit's hand leave his neck. When their mouths separated, she had produced a small, clear vial sealed with a cork. Frosty peered at the yellowish contents as she held it up to him, wondering where she had been hiding it. There was nothing immediately within reach of them, aside from the bed itself.

"If that's the case, I'd suggest you put this to use," she offered. "You'll know what to do."

Frosty didn't have to wait long to find out what was inside. The cork was deftly removed, then she lowered the small vial between them. A small amount of fluid was drizzled over the tip of Kit's cock, streaming slowly down the shaft in thin trails. As soon as Frosty ran his fingers over it, he knew what it was: oil. Berry-scented oil, no less. The sweet aroma was pleasant, not overly potent. The vial was recorked, then he watched Kit slip it into her cleavage. Ah. He couldn't help wondering if she was hiding anything else in there, but refocused on his task.

Kit shivered when the cheetah's hand began to glide smoothly over her shaft, smearing the slick oil as he went. As it warmed, it grew steadily silkier to the touch. His partner rocked her hips, matching the slow, sensual back-and-forth strokes he was making. He could feel her getting wound up, casting off her assertive confidence and simply basking in the white cheetah's ministrations.

She wasn't the only one getting worked up. Frosty knew what he wanted, and feeling her throbbing in his fingers was fueling that desire. After another slow pass, he let his fingers grip the base of her shaft to steady it as he lifted himself out of her lap. It gave Kit a moment to compose herself, watching the smaller cat position himself over her tip.

When Frosty lowered his hips, his back arched and he gasped softly as the slick, tapered tip nestled itself beneath his tail. It barely took any pressure to slip it inside. Kit's hands squeezed his hips when he eased the rest of her crown inside, gently grinding into him. She was clearly holding back, letting Frosty dictate for the moment. He paused to let himself adjust to the thick girth, biting his lip to muffle a groan. Kit wasn't huge, but she was big enough.

Frosty's hips continued descending a moment later, squirming as Kit's barbs began to disappear into him and stimulate his anal passage. Fellow cats were a favorite of his. There was something unique about the small, fleshy protrusions that no other species could replicate. He shuddered as her tip burrowed deep, leaning into his partner when his butt finally came to rest on her thighs. His own thighs hugged Kit's waist, Frosty's length nestling into the fur on her belly, drooling clear pre as it pulsed.

It was an erotic moment, feeling that thick feline shaft pulsing against his insides, cheek tucked against her purring neck and gently smooshing her breasts between them. Kit was still holding him by the hips, unable to help grinding herself into Frosty's butt to ensure she was fully hilted in him. It raked her barbs back and forth through the smooth passage, earning shaky, soft moans from her snowy companion. Frosty was soon joining her in those movements, perky butt grinding over her thighs as he worked himself on Kit's shaft.

It wasn't long before sensual grinding became longer, deliberate strokes. Frosty's hips lifted slowly from Kit's lap, letting a few inches of her shaft withdraw before he lowered again. Kit eagerly met him with an upward push, fingers curling around his hips to grip them. Each time the ebony length plunged inside he groaned, involuntarily clenching around her girth.

Neither cheetah said a word as they moved in sync, their mutual moans communicating enough. Their pace was slow, sensual as Frosty allowed more of his partner's shaft to tug free with each stroke, extending the movements until he was working the full length in and out.

Frosty's head leaned when he felt Kit's lips brush against his neck, earning a delighted shiver at her soft caress. Light kissing turned into a suckle, then a possessive love bite that elicited a sharp moan. The cheetah's body briefly halted, muscles going slack as she nibbled that sensitive spot. Frosty had stopped bobbing in her lap for the moment, but Kit firmly held his hips and continued grinding into him.

When she released his neck, she softly kissed where her teeth had been. "Mmmh, enjoyed that, dear brother?" Nuzzling up his jawline, she pecked his cheek, then lightly caught the base of his ear between her lips and suckled before murmuring into it. "I hope you don't mind if I take the reins."

Frosty squeezed her shoulders, shaking his head. "N-no...by all means..."

He wasn't sure what to expect. Kit certainly seemed to enjoy having Frosty in her lap, so he anticipated more of the same when she looped her arms around his waist and continued to grind. Instead, Frosty was abruptly flipped, letting out a startled chirrup as he landed on his back, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Lady Catherine was now hunched over him, feet planted on the floor, still half-buried between his spread cheeks.

The rocking began almost immediately. Frosty gasped when she rolled into him, the new position allowing her to ease just a bit deeper into the smaller cheetah. It also aimed her tip directly into Frosty's prostate each time she thrust, sending jolts of pleasure racing through his nerves. Up to this point he'd been trying to keep his voice down, but the increased vigor of her hips made it impossible to stay quiet, sweet chirps and moans filling the bedroom each time she buried herself.

Kit's breasts were now bouncing with each thrust, the most prominent features in Frosty's view. Being mounted by another male was erotic enough, but it was utterly shameless to be sprawled out beneath a well-endowed lady, ankles crossed behind her back and squeezing to spur her on. Frosty was reveling in it, much to Kit's delight.

Her barbs were beginning to stand up along her shaft, increasing the stimulation to Frosty's anal walls and prostate, making him writhe on the bed. His own length was bouncing against his stomach, dripping continuously into a spreading patch of precum. Neither were touching it, but it felt like he could go off at any moment. His fingers grabbed at the sheets, claws digging into the fabric just so he had something to hold.

His partner leaned down over him, unwinding her arms from Frosty's waist, then instead reached for his shoulders. She gathered him up, prompting Frosty to follow suit so they were mutually embracing one another. Their lusty moans filled each other's ears as the speed of Kit's rhythm picked up considerably, bed noisily creaking beneath them.

Frosty could feel himself quickly winding up. The surges of pleasure were mounting. He wanted to hold back, to draw out this encounter for as long as he was able, but Kit was repeatedly, roughly pushing into his prostate now. His climax was inevitable.

When he passed the point of no return, Frosty pushed his head back into the mattress, moaning sharply to his lover, accompanied by unrestrained cheetah chirps. What came out after, was entirely unplanned on his part. "Hnnnh, s-sister!"

His body spasmed beneath Kit, clenching taut around her shaft and causing her barbs to dig in. The smaller cat's pink length jumped between them as he began to spurt, sending long strings of seed up the front of his body. It was almost too much for Frosty, intense stimulation continuing through his orgasm as Kit continued to enthusiastically rut. Her hips were rapidly thrusting, building to an intense crescendo as she pivoted.

Frosty knew the exact moment she let go. He felt her shaft jump, thrusts becoming a rapid blur for a moment longer before she buried her cock entirely and kept herself there, panting over his ears and groaning with satisfaction. Hot spurts of cheetah seed spread into his depths, his own peak winding down as Kit emptied her load. He'd made quite a mess of himself, and Kit was happily making a gooey mess in his bowels. Idle grinding milked her length, letting Frosty feel each heavy throb.

It was now a serene picture, a stark contrast to the yowling, bed-creaking cat sex that had just taken place. Neither was willing to move, to interrupt this intimate moment. Frosty was quite content to savor the feel of Kit's cock in his body, to lose himself in the deep, rumbling purring she was making.

He didn't want it to end.

When she moved to stand, Frosty tried to tighten his grip on her shoulders to prevent it. Chuckling quietly, she offered him a soft kiss. "Don't worry, sweet brother. I'm not leaving you."

An intense shiver came over him when Kit began to ease herself out, stiff barbs resisting her. The thick ebony shaft was pulled free with a soft squelch, a thin string of cum briefly bridging the tip of her shaft and Frosty's pink bud before it broke.

She paused to admire the sight of the petite, snowy cheetah sprawled on the bed, his cheeks deeply flushed, fur matted with sweat and cum. He looked like a bred queen, and smelled of it as well. Kit crawled onto the mattress and moved alongside Frosty, who eagerly followed when she beckoned him to join at the head of the bed. A pair of arms draped around his shoulders as he cuddled up to her, resting her chin between Frosty's ears, gently nudging him to rest his head against her supple breasts.

Her heart was still beating quickly, Frosty realized, as was his own.

"Mmh, you were a delight," she purred to him. "Every bit as much like my little brother as I could have hoped."

"Th-thank you," he murmured. "Happy I could live up to him for you."

There was a tender kiss between his ears. "And then some," Kit replied. "Perhaps I should keep you, Frosty."

Despite the original arrangement that led to their intimate encounter, Frosty blushed and nodded to her. "I'd like that. Your company has been wonderful." Nothing else seemed to matter.

Something brushed against Frosty's cheek, and his eyes peered upward, watching Kit tug her necklace free of her cleavage again. The tiger's-eye bauble was now dangling directly over his head, catching dim light from the oil lamps in the room and glinting. Frosty's blue eyes followed it perfectly as it lazily swayed back and forth.

"I think I'd like that as well," she cooed, voice lowering to a whisper. "Now rest, dear brother. You've earned it."

Those soft-spoken words were like a drug. He could feel his eyes getting heavy, body worn down from their erotic fling, lulled into a relaxed state by the warm, purring cheetah embracing him. Sleep came quickly, drifting off against Lady Catherine as she pulled a blanket over them.

She kissed him between the ears once more, admiring her pendant before it was tucked back between her breasts. "The willing ones make it too easy..."