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Frosty was openly groaning as the mouse's belly worked him over. Each time the Prince's abdominal muscles clenched against him, the cheetah's erect shaft ground into his own slick stomach. Frosty had fully surrendered himself to the moment, squirming in pleasure even as the outer edges of his body were beginning to soften. The sensations of being digested were oddly distant, but the euphoria he felt was strong as ever.

Fomo's voice was all around him. "Such a good chee, enjoying yourself and making your Prince feel so good as you digest alive." The mouse's teasing heaped shameless excitement on top of the physical stimulation.

Frosty could feel himself getting close. He wasn't going out of his way to grind against himself, the Prince's gastric undulations were doing it for him. He just needed to relax, ride out the moment, and let it happen.

Just as he was on the verge of letting go, a sharp musical chirp cut through the cacophony of gurgling from the mouse's stomach around him, and the erotic scene abruptly vanished.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

A startled chirp escaped him as Frosty suddenly came to, disturbed by the annoyance of his alarm clock. His heart was racing, both from the shock of being rudely awakened mid-scene, and the state of arousal he was currently in. It took a moment for his mind to process the abruptness of it all and realize that he'd been dreaming.

Frosty was once again wrapped around an oversized pillow, which he'd clearly been grinding against in his sleep. The front of his pajamas were damp, as was the pillowcase. He'd made quite a mess of things, but to his complete annoyance, he hadn't reached his peak.

"Oh, come on, you couldn't wait even a minute longer to let me finish?" he fumed at his phone.

To make matters worse, the shock of being wrenched away from his saucy dream had distracted his body just long enough to lose interest. He could feel the tent in his pajamas gradually deflating.

"Awesome way to start the day," he grumbled to himself. Maybe he'd try and relieve some tension in the shower before work.

Work...

...aw, shit.

Frosty had been so hung up on being snapped out of the dream that he hadn't given much consideration to the fact that, yet again, there he was in his own room.

"Aaaaaand I'm gonna guess that...yup." As soon as he checked his phone, he confirmed that the notification was there waiting for him.

CATS Readiness Cert - Live Test: in 2 hrs.

Frosty placed his face in his palms and rested it there for several seconds. Why was this happening to him? What was happening to him? Felix had called it a Time Loop, an observation Frosty agreed with, but what had caused it? What did he need to do to break the cycle?

Could he even get out of it?

The emotional whiplash was so jarring that he felt numb, too shocked to feel angry, upset, or even afraid. It seemed hopeless. That was the feeling his mind ultimately settled on.

He'd been devoured twice now, in and out of his CATS suit, fell asleep after an erotic fling without incident, and every time the result had been the same.

Was any of it even real? Was he going crazy?

Lifting his head from his hands, Frosty took a slow, deep breath, then let it out as a heavy sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. It felt good to run his fingers through his fur, trying to clear his head so he could think straight while he gently massaged himself.

Wait.

Frosty ran his fingers along the back and sides of his neck. Where was his collar?

"Oh, shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Frosty said it faster each time. He hadn't noticed that his collar was absent. He lifted the sheets, pushed the pillows aside, then threw the blanket off the bed looking for it.

"Where the hell is it?" he said louder, growing urgency in his voice. He didn't see it on the nightstand beside his bed, nor was it on the floor.

"Come on, Frosty. Where did you leave it?" It was rare for him to take his collar off in the first place, given its importance. It was his data log, his vault of memories (outside of the permanent archive kept at work). If anything happened to him that necessitated being reformed at CATS, he would lose everything the collar had captured since his last sync.

When did he last have it?

Frosty tried to retrace his memory as best he could. He would've had to be wearing his collar for the CATS test, and he'd kept it on each time he visited the other timeline, aside from the one occasion he took it off to assume Prince Frosty's identity. Assuming his memory of those situations could even be trusted. Something was clearly wrong, so he couldn't be sure if his experiences in Prince Fomo's timeline were even real, or simply fabricated memories.

When Frosty inadvertently brought Fomo to his own timeline, where the mouse still resided, Fomo had gained a lifetime worth of artificial memories that he hadn't even experienced. The folks at CATS were still trying to figure out why it had happened. Anomalies and unexpected timeline behavior in his line of work rarely made complete sense.

After a thorough sweep of the room, Frosty expanded the search for his collar.

"Ohthankfuck," Frosty breathed when he switched on the bathroom light. His collar was resting beside the sink. He quickly snatched it up and lifted it to his neck, fastening it in place and adjusting the band until it felt comfortable.

Aside from the importance of the data it stored, the collar just looked good. It had become an integral part of his wardrobe, of his identity, and he didn't feel content with his appearance without it. A bit of the panic he'd been experiencing evaporated away as he looked at himself in the mirror, tracing his fingers along the gold bell and medallion tag.

Frosty rotated the tag, and though it was reversed in the mirror, he could clearly read the inscription on the back: "Princess Bellyslut."

It took a moment to register that it wasn't the expected title. His close friend had given him the yin-yang tag, but the engraving was different. When he noticed the discrepancy, Frosty turned away from the mirror and pulled the tag up so he could look at it directly. He hadn't imagined what he saw. And when he flipped it to the front again, he realized that Forest's yin-yang symbol wasn't on the front. Instead, it was a pattern of slightly darker golden spots with a small, round purple gem in the center.

It was the same gem that Prince Fomo wore on his forehead, and belly, Frosty realized.

Frosty threw his arms into the air defeatedly. "Nope. Nope, I don't even want to know why this is a thing that's happening; not dealing with this today."

He'd reached the threshold of strangeness he was willing to tolerate in such a short period. Returning to his bedroom, Frosty plucked his phone from the nightstand and began to type out a hasty text message to his Supervisor, Felix, and the CATS Lead.

Frosty (just now): Been having a really rough time, not sure I'm in the best shape to go through the test today.

It wasn't a lie, but he didn't provide any further clarification on what that entailed.

A message came back from his Supervisor, Diego, a short while later: Boss Man (just now): Are you still planning on coming in to work today, or do you need some time off to recuperate?

Frosty considered the reply. As hot-heated as his supervisor could be at times, he was at least considerate in this regard. Frosty (just now): I'd like the day off, if that's not too much trouble. I'll follow up if I need any more than that. The way things had gone, he wasn't sure he'd need to. He wasn't certain if he'd even see "tomorrow" at this point.

Boss Man (just now): Let me get back to you on that.

Several minutes passed without any further updates, from any of the three he'd notified. Hopefully it wouldn't be an issue. Every CATS test had a fallback date, in case anything happened that required postponing it. Felix had been uncooperative in asking the test to be delayed despite that, probably because Frosty was already at work at that point.

Frosty decided to take a shower instead of sitting in suspense on his bed. He somehow _still_smelled like Lady Catherine, and that needed to be addressed. He didn't want a repeat of his last loop, at minimum.

When he returned from the bathroom, a message was waiting for him.

Boss Man (just now): Mr. Katz and I talked it over. They wouldn't mind more time checking everything out, so we're fine pushing the test to the backup day. Let me know if you need anything.

Frosty blinked. That was it? That was all he needed to do to get out of the CATS test?

"Well, shit. If I had known it'd be that easy..."

In truth, Frosty hadn't considered doing so earlier, because it would have felt like lying to get out of work. But now, he genuinely was feeling overwhelmed.

Frosty (just now): Thanks, will do.

Well, at least he had one less thing to worry about now. But it also brought up new questions and uncertainty. Now that the CATS test was postponed, would everything go back to normal? Or was he simply postponing events until the day of the next test?

The phone buzzed in Frosty's hand again. He curiously peered at the screen to see that a message was waiting from Felix. It was sent to him directly, not shared with the group.

Felix (just now): Try not to get eaten.

"Goddammit, Felix." He grumbled and tapped out a reply.

Frosty (just now): Eat my entire ass.

Felix (just now): ????

Well, at least Felix still had a sense of humor. Frosty lightly shook his head as he looked away from the screen, pondering what he was going to do with himself. He was relieved that Diego had granted his request, but it also meant that he had no plans, since he was supposed to be at work.

Maybe he'd hang out with a friend. It would be nice to get out of the house, and would take his mind off things for a while, regardless of the outcome. But who? Forest would be working, and Fomo was probably...well, he didn't know what Fomo generally did with his time, aside from eating unsuspecting cats. Frosty made a mental note to ask sometime.

He began to browse his contact list for ideas. Most of them weren't nearby enough for casual hangouts, much less on short notice. Others would certainly be at work. Frosty paused when he swiped past a name, then scrolled the list back until it was at the center of the screen.

Frosty's Bnuuy Bellyslut.

Frosty stifled a snort when he read it again. He knew who it was intended for, and clearly recalled the conversation that had led to it.

"Hey Kanin, what should I call you on my contact list?"

"Uh...just put it as 'Kanin'? What the hell ELSE would you call me?"

To the rabbit's annoyance, and ongoing curiosity, Frosty had never informed him of what he eventually put into his phone out of spite.

He considered for a moment. It was hit-or-miss whether the bunny would be available. It was worth a try, at least, so he began tapping out a message.

Frosty (just now): Hey, bun, you around? Thinking about grabbing some breakfast.

The reply came a minute later. Frosty's Bnuuy Bellyslut (just now): Can you at least wait until the end of the day to try eating me? I got shit to do.

Frosty rolled his eyes. Frosty (just now): I meant going somewhere to get breakfast, not having YOU for breakfast.

Of course, the latter wasn't out of the question, and his stomach gave a soft rumble as he thought back on the previous instances that he'd eaten Kanin. Tempting.

Frosty's Bnuuy Bellyslut (just now): As long as you're paying, sure. Where at?

Frosty considered his options for a moment. There were plenty of places around town to grab a bite to eat. Some cheap and fast, some pricier. He didn't mind spoiling his friend a bit. He certainly wasn't strapped for cash, despite how modestly he lived.

"A shame I can't bring Kanin to my favorite place," he mumbled. There was a small café that he'd stumbled across during one of his field missions that had incredible breakfast food, probably the best he'd had. Obviously, he couldn't bring Kanin there, since getting there involved hopping into another timeline entirely.

I wonder... Frosty pulled up the browser on his phone and did a quick search, and to his surprise, the Café was in his current timeline, in the exact same location. He'd never thought to check until now.

"Oh. Well heck, that makes this easy." Frosty (just now): It'll be a surprise. It's not far at all.

Frosty's Bnuuy Bellyslut (just now): inb4 your surprise is "my belly" or "my ass"

Another hungry growl from his stomach, but Frosty ignored it and stuck to his original plan. It didn't stop him sneaking a cheeky comment into his reply, though.

Frosty (just now): Not with that attitude. Meet up in the usual spot in 15?

Frosty's Bnuuy Bellyslut (just now): Sure, but be quick. I ain't sticking around forever.

The warning was understandable, given Kanin's line of work, if one considered being a thief-for-hire work. Other people were often on the lookout for the bunny, which meant Frosty would indeed have to hurry. It wouldn't be the first time he'd missed him for showing up later than the agreed time...

* * * * * * * * * *

Frosty glanced at his phone briefly and pocketed it once more as he strolled down the sidewalk. Not only on-time, but he was also likely going to get to their meeting place early. He had memorized the route by now. It was a terrible part of town, making the cheetah's hackles stand up as he hurriedly walked while watching his surroundings.

When he finally reached his destination, he turned a corner, then proceeded toward an alleyway between the two roads, where the bunny could often be found. Why did Kanin often insist on meeting him here, of all places? As soon as Frosty stepped into the alley, he knew something was wrong.

He could hear a gravelly voice, which certainly didn't belong to Kanin. Frosty slowed his pace and began to move silently, creeping toward the dead-end alcove that branched off the alley while listening intently.

"You had a week to finish the job, and you still haven't delivered. The boss ain't happy."

Frosty heard Kanin's voice next, sounding rather exasperated. "Look, guy, I'm meeting someone here soon, so can you tell your boss to fuck off? You can fuck off too, while you're at it."

The incensed canid growl that followed was unmistakable. Frosty rounded the corner just in time to see a huge black jackal lumbering toward Kanin, who was currently backed into a dark corner. The red-haired, brown-furred rabbit was trying to stand his ground, brandishing his golden switchblade.

"Listen, fuckface, any closer and I'm sticking this thing up your--" Kanin's ears perked, and his eyes peered past the jackal when he noticed the white cheetah come into view. "Oh, hey Frosty!"

"Huh?" The jackal turned to check over his shoulder, giving Kanin precisely the moment of distraction needed. Instead of stabbing the jackal, the bunny took half a step forward, squared up, then swiftly threw his other leg forward like a football kicker.

_Crunch. _ Kanin's large rabbit foot caught the jackal squarely between the thighs with a full-force bunny kick. The result was a squeaking wheeze as the huge canine doubled over, hands immediately diving between his legs to clutch his groin. All Kanin had to do now was casually step to the side as the dog fell forward onto his knees, shuddering and gasping in intense pain. Frosty looked on, eyes wide as Kanin lifted a foot and placed it on the whimpering jackal's shoulder, then effortlessly pushed him over.

Kanin grumbled in annoyance as he sheathed his switchblade and hid it away.

Frosty coughed to get his attention. "You, uh...you good?"

The rabbit shrugged. "Kinda wanted to stab him, but eh, good enough."

"Cool, can we leave?" Frosty asked, a bit perturbed by his friend's casual inclination to violence. "I'm sure he'll be none too happy when he recovers."

"Oh, he'll be out for a while. But sure! Where we headed?" He said with an all-too casual smile.

"There's a hole-in-the-wall café a short walk from here. In the...uh...less sketchy, not-so-stabby part of town."

The pair proceeded to turn and exit the alley alcove together, leaving the groaning jackal where he lay. Before Kanin stepped out of view, he leaned around the corner and raised a middle finger at the dog, then caught up with Frosty.

"So, what's this place called?" Kanin inquired once he was at Frosty's side.

"Cafe de Ahdbsbsxjxndkak; best breakfast I've had, every time I've gone."

Kanin stopped in place and stared at him. "...are you having a stroke?"

"No, seriously, that's what it's called. Cafe de Ahdbsbsxjxndkak."

The rabbit's deadpan stare remained. "How the hell do you remember that?"

Frosty shrugged. "Once you get it down it just kinda sticks with you."

"Uh huh. How was that pronounced, again?"

Frosty shrugged again. "I have no idea."

The bunny looked perplexed. "Wh--But you just..."

The two resumed walking and Kanin's confused expression lingered as he tried to wrap his head around what just took place.

"O--okay, I gotta ask, why in God's name did they name themselves that?" Kanin asked as they turned a corner.

"No clue, I have no idea what it means but apparently the locals there think it's funny as hell."

Kanin's bewildered look grew more entrenched. "The locals there? You said it was nearby!"

Frosty's ears perked, and he looked toward Kanin. "Oh, have I never told you about this place? I didn't even know it was here. Well, 'here' in this timeline, I mean. I stumbled across it while on a field assignment in another timeline. Turned out to be the best discovery I've ever made, as far as breakfast is concerned. I've gone out of my way to take assignments in that timeline, just so I could drop by."

"You have arrived at your destination," came the announcement from Frosty's pocket.

"Convenient timing," Frosty beamed.

The pair found themselves standing in front of a far-from-glamorous, dingy-looking building squeezed between a beauty salon and a sunglasses store. There wasn't even a proper sign on the café, the name was scrawled on a large sheet of paper taped to the window.

"So, uh...this is Café de Keysmash?" Kanin asked skeptically.

"It's called Café de Ahdbsbsxjxndkak, but yeah, this is it."

"...Can I buy a vowel? What are you even saying?" his friend demanded.

"The name of the restaurant," Frosty stated, as if it wasn't obvious. "Shall we?"

Kanin looked dumbfounded, but didn't press further as Frosty opened the door and gestured in. As soon as they stepped inside, Frosty realized this wasn't the café he was familiar with. They shared the name, but that was as far as it went. The restaurant was in desperate need of attention, and they were the only ones there. There was little evidence of staff, aside from the clinking of dishes in the kitchen area. The location Frosty frequented was often bustling with patrons. Already not a good sign.

A full ten minutes passed before they were even acknowledged by anyone.

"Yo, can't you read?" came an annoyed voice from the kitchen door.

"Huh?" Frosty looked around, then his face dropped when he saw a sign taped to the counter beside the cash register: Seat yourself anywhere. "Oh, uh...sorry," he mumbled.

Frosty and Kanin peered into the dining room and located a small booth. The overstuffed crimson seat was in disrepair, scuffed and ripped in several places, patched with what appeared to be multiple instances of duct tape, but less so than others nearby. As soon as Kanin seated himself and rested his arms on the table, it rocked on uneven legs from the added weight.

"So...is this one of those places where it looks really bad, but the food is godlike?" Kanin asked with a slight smirk.

"Okay, maybe the place is a little bit different than I remember," Frosty admitted. "I mean...I'm sure it's not too far off the stuff I'm used to getting in the other timeline."

Frosty looked around, trying to save face for what turned out to be a miscalculation on his part. Of course, the restaurant wasn't identical. Differences from one timeline to the next were sometimes very subtle, but that clearly wasn't the case here.

Another several minutes passed before a lanky Siamese cat emerged from the kitchen and proceeded to their table. His blue eyes were visibly bloodshot. A pair of menus were offered to Kanin and Frosty, which consisted of a folded sheet of paper with obvious stains that indicated they'd been reused, probably multiple times.

"Welcome to Café de Ahdbsbsxjxndkak. Let me know what you want whenever you're ready," he offered in a flat, almost monotone voice. Then the cat turned away and returned to the kitchen, a heavy aroma of smoke wafting in his wake. Frosty's ears perked and he sniffed several times before he recognized the scent: catnip.

The amused look that Kanin gave him said enough; the rabbit took a quick glance over the menu instead of commenting. After only a few seconds, he put it down.

"I know what I'm getting."

"Wh...you barely looked at the menu," Frosty protested. "How could you possibly...?"

"Waffles, scrambled eggs, and sausage patties."

"You...sure you don't want to see if there's anything else that catches your interest?"

"I know what I want!" Kanin persisted.

Frosty stared at him for a long moment before he shrugged. "Okay, fair enough. I might get the same thing, actually, that sounds decent."

While they waited for the waiter to return, Frosty glanced down at his phone. "So, how soon do we gotta be out of here?"

Kanin tipped his head. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said you had 'shit to do' in your text, so I figured you'd be in a hurry."

"Oh! Nah, that was for a collection job I had. Those guys were assholes, anyways."

Frosty raised an eyebrow at that. "You sure it's wise to just blow them off like that? Especially after what just happened?"

"Fuck 'em. If they were smart, they would've noticed I never signed the contract. They'll find someone else anyways; there's no shortage of collectors."

Frosty looked skeptical. "If you say so. But I'm gonna be mad if someone else catches you before I do."

The rabbit narrowed his eyes at Frosty suspiciously. "What's that supposed 'ta mean?"

The cheetah's concerned look turned into a devious smirk. "All you said is 'Can you at least wait until the end of the day to try eating me?' not 'You're not allowed to eat me.'"

"Oh, don't even think about using semantics with me, cheetah. That's my job."

"So you're allowed to use semantics, but I'm not?"

Kanin nodded with a little smile. "Yup."

"Well, semantics or not, let's not forget who the little bellyslut is."

The rabbit pointed a finger at Frosty, squinting his eyes.

Frosty's cheeks grew hot. "Okay, I'll give you that one, I walked myself right into it."

Nothing out of the ordinary, the banter was common between the two of them. It did effectively halt the cheetah's train of thought, however. The conversation continued for several minutes before Frosty glanced down at his phone again, realizing how much time had passed.

"Okay, where the hell is the waiter?" Frosty asked aloud.

Kanin lifted a hand to his mouth and pinched together his thumb and finger, mimicking smoking. Frosty stifled a giggle, then looked to the kitchen. It became less funny when several more minutes passed without any sign of the Siamese cat.

After what felt like an eternity, the kitchen door swung open and their waiter emerged, a now-visible wisp of smoke following him. Two water glasses were placed on the table.

"So, what'll it be?" he asked.

Frosty almost asked what had taken so long, considering that they were the only customers, but decided against it. "Waffles, scrambled eggs, and sausage patties."

The calico nodded. "Any drink?"

"Uh...milk," Frosty replied.

"Sorry, we're out. Also, the soda fountain is broken, so we've only got water right now."

Frosty's mouth hung open for a moment. "Then...why...never mind." He waved it off to stay polite.

"What about you, little dude?" the waiter asked Kanin.

Kanin's ear visibly twitched, and his face flinched at being called short. After a long pause he replied, "I'll have the same."

"Cool, I'll bring it out when it's ready." The white and brown feline turned without bothering to ask if they wanted anything more and disappeared into the kitchen. Frosty had a hunch it would be a long while before they saw him again.

"Geez, you looked like you were going to shank him," Frosty mumbled.

"It crossed my mind."

Conversation carried on as they waited for their meal. Frosty noticed that it was quite a while before he heard any sounds from the kitchen that indicated food was even being prepared, periodically checking his phone, and internally grumbling the more time passed.

FWOOSH. Both Frosty and Kanin perked up abruptly at the alarming noise, looking toward the kitchen as a brilliant orange glow illuminated the window into the back room.

"Hachi mama!" a voice exclaimed, followed by a string of profanities, the clattering of pans, then finally a fire extinguisher being discharged.

The two exchanged concerned looks, and Frosty wondered if perhaps they should just leave. The Siamese cat emerged from the kitchen a moment later, a cloud of white smoke rolling through the door until he let it close.

"So, uh...our grill's kinda on the fritz. Might be a little while." His tone was oddly calm.

"You know what, I'm good!" Frosty exclaimed and stood from the table. Kanin followed suit.

"Sorry," the Siamese mumbled as they moved to leave. "You can try back later, if we're open."

"Noted, thanks!" Frosty said hurriedly, curses still being slung from the kitchen as he and Kanin promptly left.

"Best breakfast you've had?" Kanin teased once they were outside.

Frosty sighed. "Shut up. Look, you want to head to my place? I'll cook breakfast to make it up to you."

Kanin looked puzzled. "Shouldn't you be getting back to work?"

"Nah, I took the day off. I'll...explain why on the way there..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Kanin had tried to follow along as best he could. It made enough sense, but a fair amount still went over his head. "So, what you're telling me is, you're doing Groundhog Day."

Pausing at his front door, Frosty furrowed his brow, then shrugged. "Sure, we'll go with that."

"Well, if we do this again, can you take me to a diner that doesn't suck?"

"I didn't know it would be like that," Frosty groaned. "I swear the one I go to is good."

"Well, can you just go back in time and make the café here better, somehow?"

"It's not time travel. I can't time travel, Kanin. Time always moves forward; all I can do is move to the same point in time in other timelines."

"Except when it doesn't," Kanin pointed to Frosty. "You said it's going in a loop for you."

Frosty lifted a hand and was about to say something, but paused and considered Kanin's response for a moment. The cheetah's white tail swished as he reached up and scratched his head. "Yeah, I got nothing," he eventually admitted. "Sometimes things get really janky, I'll just say that."

"Point goes to bunny," Kanin teased with a cocky smirk.

Before Frosty could add anything more, his stomach interrupted him with a deep, hungry growl. Kanin's large lapin ears perked, having clearly heard the grumble. Their eyes met and Kanin's expression turned suspicious. Frosty's cheeks flushed, and he opened the door for him, inviting his friend inside.

"Don't give me that look," Frosty mumbled. "Going to the café was meant to deal with that."

His eyes followed Kanin as he stepped in, nose catching his friend's savory scent. It was enough to elicit another rumble from his stomach as he followed the rabbit inside and closed the door.

Kanin had visited enough times that he knew his way around Frosty's modest home, heading straight to the kitchen. He made a beeline for the fridge, but was polite enough to ask before helping himself. "Mind if I grab a drink and a snack while you start breakfast?" The rabbit's hand was already curling around a can of soda, pleased that Frosty stocked his favorite.

"Oh, help yourself," Frosty replied with a dismissive wave. "You know I don't mind." He paused when he noticed his friend bent forward at the fridge, fuzzy bunny tail happily wiggling. The cheetah's eyes watched it twitch, gawking at Kanin's butt for a long moment before he reminded himself that he was meant to be making breakfast.

Despite the self-scolding, Frosty's eyes followed as his friend moved from the fridge to his pantry, where a box of Pop Tarts was waiting for him. Frosty didn't especially care for them, himself, but he always kept some on hand since they were Kanin's favorite snack. He got caught ogling when the rabbit turned, drink in one hand and a pouch of Pop Tarts in the other.

Kanin mumbled as he opened his snack and stuffed a chunk of pastry into his mouth. "Just gonna stand there and stare?"

Frosty's spotted tail swished about as he considered the question. Something about this bunny always got to him, stirred up a side of him that others often didn't. And hungry as he was, it wasn't above him to follow his growing craving. He'd been good up to this point, but did he really need to be?

'Just gonna stand there and stare', huh? No. No, he wasn't.

The rabbit was in the process of lifting his can of soda to his lips when Frosty made up his mind, stepping around the kitchen island and moving directly toward him. Kanin paused mid-swig, large ears pinning back when he found himself uncomfortably close to a cat with a smirk on his lips. His ears generally made Kanin appear taller, when in reality the top of his head was two inches shorter than his feline friend. He shrunk back somewhat when Frosty reached for him, but the snowy cheetah had little trouble looping his arms around Kanin's waist.

"You're right, it's rude of me to simply stare at such an enticing bunny," Frosty rumbled.

Kanin audibly swallowed his mouthful of soda as his friend's arms tightened, pulling him close. He fidgeted in the possessive embrace, lowering the can so he could protest. "It's rude to interrupt my snack, too!"

Frosty's playful smirk turned into a full, devious grin. "And what about my snack, snack?"

The rabbit looked confused at first when Frosty repeated himself, but it gradually dawned on him what the cheetah was insinuating. Kanin's cheeks puffed out, the creamy spot on each side enlarging. He tried to appear confident, but the meek tone was anything but. "I'm...a lot more than just a snack," Kanin huffed quietly.

Frosty couldn't help giggling at the pouty expression, leaning in and placing a kiss on his friend's forehead as his hands moved down the rabbit's back. "I appreciate that you didn't outright deny it. You're not wrong, either." His voice softened, letting a little growl into Kanin's ear once his hands landed on the bunny's hips. "You're much more satisfying and _filling_than a simple snack."

Kanin gave a huff, blush growing deeper. "W-what about breakfast?" He suggested, trying to distract the cheetah away from that thought.

Another kiss on the forehead, then Frosty squeezed Kanin's hips, pulling him against his chest and nearly causing him to drop the soda. "Good idea. Having you for breakfast sounds delightful, bun. Way better than waffles."

"N-not what I meant," the bunny challenged, sounding less confident.

Frosty was close enough that he could feel Kanin's face blushing. "Still haven't heard a 'no' from you, bun. I'm a perfectly reasonable chee, I would never do anything you don't want." His muzzle dipped again, lightly catching the base of Kanin's ear between his lips, causing the bunny to flinch and let out a gasp. It was fortunate that he still had a firm grip on his hips because he felt Kanin's knees wobble from the attention directed at one of his weaknesses.

"But you don't really mind, do you?" Frosty continued. "You enjoy the fact that a harmless-looking, slinky, curvy chee is so interested in you."

"F-Frostyyyy," Kanin murmured.

He knew he was getting to his friend, so he kept going. It was a big part of the reason Frosty enjoyed his company so much. Normally he would be the one being reduced to a babbling, blushing mess. It felt empowering that he could do it to someone else so effectively.

It was time for the big guns. "I can feel you blushing, bun. Admit it, you _like_being a slinky kitty's little bellyslut-bunny. I know you said you had 'shit to do' earlier, but I think you have shit to be."

"HHHHHHHHHHH, FROSTY!" Kanin sputtered.

"Only 11 H's? I must be losing my touch." Frosty pretended to sound disappointed, but he was also trying not to giggle at the outburst. "Not what I was shooting for, but I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

All Kanin could offer in return was a huffy whine, leaning into Frosty and burying his burning face against the cheetah's neck. "C-can I at least put down my drink?" he eventually managed to say into Frosty's fur.

"Oh, certainly. Wouldn't want you to spoil your fur before I digest it off of you."

Kanin made an audible huff, but was clearly still blushing as he leaned away from Frosty and left his soda and Pop Tart on the counter, neither of which he'd had a chance to put much of a dent in. The cheetah's arms immediately drew him back in, resting his chin between Kanin's ears once he was empty-handed.

"Suppose we should get you out of this wrapper, huh?" Frosty suggested, fingers lightly hooking the base of the rabbit's hoodie. "Don't think you'd be very happy with me if I ruined your hoodie."

"Damn right," Kanin mumbled.

Slipping his hands beneath it, Frosty sifted his fingers through soft brown rabbit fur while he began to ease the hoodie up. It bunched around Kanin's chest, prompting him to lift his arms for his friend. The red top was smoothly pulled over his head, exposing more fur to the cheetah until Kanin was left fully bare from the waist up.

Frosty didn't hesitate to reach for his pants once he dropped the hoodie on the kitchen counter. The rabbit's eyes peered between them as he was unbuttoned, unbuckled, then relieved of his belt.

"Hmm. I wonder if I should get a leash for you sometime?" Frosty wondered aloud as he considered alternative uses for the belt. He ultimately decided against it.

"A-a leash? Why for?" Kanin's darker fur kept most of his blushing concealed, but the lighter cheek spots weren't doing a very good job of it, not to mention the insides of his ears.

"Oh, you know. Just to spice things up a bit. Remind you who's in charge while a kitty's plowing you, or use it to reel you down a cheetah's throat." As he teased, Frosty put the belt on top of Kanin's hoodie, then returned to finish undoing his pants.

Kanin was watching him work again, the rabbit's hips beginning to idly sway as his pants were eased open and slowly shimmied down his hips. "Th-that's a...terrible idea," Kanin murmured timidly, though his body was telling a different story entirely. Frosty had to pause to tug at the waistband of his boxers, which had snagged on a very prominent peak.

"Hmm, 'terrible,' huh? Just awful, thinking about your chee gently tugging you by a leash as you're bouncing on my cock, or swallowing the end of it and letting you watch it slowly disappear down my throat, dragging you closer and closer until you follow it in."

When Frosty's hand gently stroked across the prominent tent in Kanin's boxers, he felt the bunny's knees almost buckle beneath him. He had to lean heavily against the cheetah to remain on his feet as his body trembled from the stimulation, paired well with a very potent mental image. Kanin was too overwhelmed to verbally contest any more than he had.

"We'll revisit that another time," Frosty purred into his ear. "But for now..." He trailed off as he hooked his index finger beneath Kanin's boxers, pulling them away from his body and leaving enough of a gap to slip them past his erection. The pink shaft sprung up against his stomach once it was freed, bobbing each time Kanin's heart thumped. Frosty bent down to push his friend's pants down his thighs along with his boxers, stopping halfway and leaving them bunched around his shins. Kanin tried stepping the rest of the way out, but they weren't quite far enough to do so without assistance.

Straightening up, Frosty trailed his fingers along the rabbit's brown thighs, stroked over the curve of his hips, then let them rest at Kanin's waist. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, squeezing the bunny's middle, then hefted him up onto the countertop.

Kanin found himself perched on a cold granite slab, pink shaft standing at full mast in clear view. He felt rather exposed like this, particularly with the white cheetah taking him in with his eyes. Frosty was giving him a hungry look, complimented by an audible growl from his belly.

Leaning down, Frosty touched his nose to the bunny's soft brown belly. He gave a gentle kiss right over Kanin's belly button, staying just short of the tip of his length. His tongue flattened against the brown fur and began to slowly drag upward, sampling the aroused rabbit and earning a soft, muffled groan from his friend. He didn't pause until his rough tongue met Kanin's neck, huffing quietly into his fur and grinning.

"Mmmh, you taste delightful as ever. And I'm sure you'll wiggle for me as well as you always do." He gently caught the front of Kanin's neck between his lips and suckled, letting Kanin feel just enough of his teeth to remind him of his feline features.

Leaving a damp spot when he withdrew, Frosty growled quietly into Kanin's ear. "I think I've kept us waiting for breakfast long enough. Heads or tails, bun?"

It took a moment for him to realize what Frosty was asking, cluttered as his mind currently was. "O-oh...heads," he quietly requested.

"Let's get you tucked in, then." Lifting his hands to Kanin's cheeks, Frosty gently cradled him as he dragged his tongue along the underside of the rabbit's short muzzle, giving Kanin a good look into his mouth once he reached his chin. A gentle tug coaxed his face into the widening yawn, muffling a flustered murmur from the smaller bunny. Despite his petite build, Frosty had little trouble fitting his jaws around Kanin's head, pinning his friend's large ears in place against the roof of his mouth.

He was starting to drool quite a bit at the prospect of having his favorite bunny for breakfast, and as soon as Kanin's nose touched the back of his throat, he immediately swallowed. The initial ripple did little more than whisk away excess drool, but when Frosty leaned into Kanin and tugged him by the shoulders, his face slid into the cheetah's throat with a soft squelch. Frosty groaned around his mouthful of bunny, feeling Kanin's blushing cheeks radiating heat inside.

His friend was squirming on the counter, clearly enjoying this as much as Frosty was, hands planted between his thighs since Kanin didn't know what else to do with them. Frosty traced his fingers up and down the rabbit's arms as he made a heavy gulp, eventually gripping him by the wrists for more leverage.

As his jaws nibbled toward Kanin's shoulders, Frosty had to twist his head to cram them in, one at a time. It was quite an effort for him, wedging each shoulder into his cheeks in turn, but once he had his mouth completely around them, Frosty was able to resume. As he began to ingest the rabbit's torso, a twitching bunny tail caught his attention. It was the closest thing to a wag Kanin could manage, and it made Frosty smirk around his meal.

Releasing Kanin's wrists, Frosty instead reached for his hips. His throat had captured enough of the wriggling bunny that he no longer needed assistance pulling him in. Kanin shamelessly wiggled in Frosty's palms as he gave the bunny's hips a squeeze, hunching down to lean him right into the cheetah's throat.

Glrrrrk. A deep, determined swallow lifted Kanin's butt off the countertop, supported by Frosty's firm grip. The rough feline tongue eagerly lapped across his soft belly, slicking the thick rabbit fur down, sampling increasingly rich flavor as he neared Kanin's hips. The bunny's head was drawing nearer to the end of his esophagus, Frosty's belly growling hungrily in anticipation of receiving him. The cheetah's tongue was also anticipating the best opportunity he'd get to make Kanin wiggle.

Kanin's large feet scrambled when he was hefted fully off the counter and tipped into the air. The abrupt change of position caused him to plunge several inches before Frosty's throat caught him, only to ripple and knead his face the rest of the way into the cheetah's waiting gut. When Frosty felt Kanin's head pushing down into the pit of his stomach, one hand left the rabbit's hip and came to rest on his middle, gently pushing and feeling him out.

At the same time, Frosty's tongue reached the treat it had been waiting for. An involuntary shudder was paired with a sharp moan from his belly as he pushed his tongue along Kanin's erect shaft. It throbbed against his tongue, pushing to pin the pulsing length between it and Kanin's slick stomach. Frosty indulgently groaned at the fitful squirming that followed, reveling not only at the stimulation of a bunny fidgeting and shifting in his throat and belly, but also the fact that Kanin was enjoying being cheetah food as much as he was. The rabbit's tail was now enthusiastically flicking in front of his eyes.

As much as he tried to fight the urge to swallow, Frosty's stomach won the battle of wills. Kanin's hips were stuffed into his mouth, letting him curl his tongue fully around the rabbit's fuzzy orbs. He massaged them back and forth several times until his throat pulled them out of reach, crooning when his friend's stiff cock became a prominent feature slipping down Frosty's neck. He could feel it throb each time his throat contracted, and knew well from his own experiences how stimulating it would be.

With the two biggest hurdles now secured, Frosty only had to let his body's natural rhythm take the lead. Kanin's legs were pinned together, smoothly gliding into his throat as his belly continued to fill. He contently rubbed over the growing shape, occasionally pushing in to help the bunny curl up in the cramped space. Before long the cheetah's belly was pushing up his shirt considerably and sagging over his pants.

Frosty watched his friend's feet ease closer to his lips, fuzzy toes curling and feebly scrambling in the air. Kanin wasn't making any real effort to resist, accepting his fate as cheetah food. With a soft shluck, Frosty eased both feet in and closed his mouth around them. One final, indulgent gulp was all it took to usher them in, following the shape of those paws slipping down the slick passage.

Panting quietly to catch his breath, Frosty leaned forward against the counter, letting his belly press into the side of the island to squish the bunny in place as the last of him joined Frosty's stomach. He didn't say anything for a long moment, closing his eyes and savoring the movements within. His back arched, causing his abdomen to draw taut against Kanin, resulting in a deep, rabbit-flavored belch that reverberated against the kitchen walls.

"Ooooh, gosh, that's much better. Always such a filling bunny." He propped himself by the elbows, slumped down and letting his belly sag a bit as it gurgled. Indeed, Kanin was a rather filling bunny for him. The cheetah's stomach was fully distended, white fur spread thin to show soft pink skin, which was proudly showing off Kanin's figure.

He could hear the bunny murmuring something, but it was lost among the cacophony of noises his belly was making as it got acquainted with him, not to mention Kanin's own moans. Leaning into the counter, Frosty rocked his belly back and forth, using the flat side to smoosh his friend a bit. He listened intently with a grin, those muted moans growing more frequent as a result.

"Mmmh, you're enjoying being kitty food as much as ever, huh? Gonna make a mess of yourself in there while your chee digests you, bellyslut?" He hoped he would.

Kanin wasn't the only one. With a live meal now fidgeting and pushing against the inside of his belly, the cheetah's own length was now standing at full mast. Tender rocking turned into targeted grinding, lifting himself up on his toes to roll his hips into Kanin. It seemed to be equally effective for his partner. He could feel Kanin winding up, and clearly hear his pleasured groans now.

It didn't take much more to push Kanin over the edge. A sharp moan rose from Frosty's belly, accompanied by telltale thrusts of the bunny's hips. Frosty crooned and bent down to his rounded gut, rubbing his cheek firmly where he felt the bunny's head, listening to Kanin's climax as well as the clearer indications of his stomach beginning to digest him. It was sounding rather wet and gurgly inside, but the bunny was still intact for the moment.

Another soft burp left a distinct flavor on the cheetah's breath, cheeks blushing a bit when he noticed it. He licked his lips and swallowed lightly, purring to his friend as he continued nuzzling his own gut. "Such a good bun...glad you enjoyed the trip. Settle in now, get nice and cozy and melt for me like a good meal."

Frosty let himself settle flat onto his feet again, then backed carefully away from the counter. His belly wobbled as he turned, but he paused when he noticed the open soda and Pop Tart still on the counter. Well, no sense in wasting food, but he'd spare showering the warm, cozy bunny in cold soda. The can went in the fridge, then Frosty unsteadily sauntered to his bedroom with the Pop Tart in hand. He chomped it down in a few bites, licking his fingers as he lowered himself onto his bed.

"Hmm, those Pop Tarts _are_pretty good," he mused. The cheetah's ears perked when he noticed an unhappy kick from the bunny in his stomach as a result.

"You dick!" Kanin was still muffled, but he'd made himself known clearly enough.

Frosty chuckled softly and leaned down, resting both arms on top of his belly and gently pushing it down into his lap. "Aww, don't be like that. You want to be a good bun for me, right?"

The pouty "hmph" was softer than the initial outburst, but he felt Kanin relent and relax again.

Grinning at his friend's compliance, Frosty pulled himself backwards across the bed, then rolled onto his side to let his bed take the bunny's weight. Sighing languidly, he bent his knees and tucked them beneath his stomach, ignoring the persistent erection that Kanin was still squirming against. He'd deal with that later, once his belly was less of an obstruction. Tucking one arm beneath his head, the other returned to doting on the rabbit-shaped gut, listening to it gurgle and churn when he pushed in.

"Hope you don't mind if I sneak in a little nap. Having such a big meal always leaves me feeling pretty drained. Especially when it's a cute bunny that's such a _perfect fit_in a slinky kitty."

It wasn't purely for the sake of teasing. Frosty could feel his eyes getting heavy. As much as he'd enjoy feeling his friend soften and digest, listening to those gurgles and Kanin's soft, flustered whines, he was struggling to stay awake. Kanin was starting to wind down as well. Tucking a pillow beneath his head, Frosty let out a long, heavy sigh and let himself drift. The bunny's intermittent squirming roused him a few times before he finally nodded off, lulled to sleep by the sounds of his stomach...

* * * * * * * * * *

Frosty ended up sleeping much longer than intended. He hadn't set an alarm to wake himself. With a groggy yawn he rolled over, stomach noisily sloshing when he moved. A hand was still resting on his stomach, which had lost a good deal of the definition it had earlier. It was also much softer, his fingers sinking into an ample layer of belly fat.

He blearily opened his eyes while giving his stomach another grope, eliciting a soft, bunny-flavored burp. "Mmh, my belly really did a number on you, huh? Can't say I'm surprised."

Shame that Kanin wouldn't get to hear him teasing about how well he'd done. What remained of the brown rabbit was hugging his waistline, or had migrated to Frosty's hips, which were now protesting how tightly his pants fit them. He would have to wait until Kanin returned. He would be back eventually, Frosty knew.

With a chuckle, Frosty dug his cell phone out of his pants, reluctantly lifting himself out of bed. He took a moment to admire his soft figure in the mirror, then proceeded to snap a few pictures with his phone, which he would show to his friends - including Kanin - later. The impromptu photoshoot didn't last long, however. Now that he was on his feet, the weight in his gut was making itself known. A fair bit of the bunny was still gurgling away in his stomach, but the bulk of his meal was now reaching the end of its journey.

Fortunately, Frosty was prepared for it. He hadn't been, last time he consumed Kanin. A lengthy session in the bathroom had resulted in the mother of all clogs, a series of creative new ways to string together profanities, and eventually, an entirely new toilet.

The snowy cheetah hummed to himself as he wandered into the bathroom, exaggerating the swing of his hips as he moved, just so he could get a good feel for the added heft Kanin had given him. Lifting the toilet lid, Frosty wiggled as he sat down on the cool seat, making himself comfortable.

"Better not make this a repeat performance of last time," the chee muttered, as if Kanin could hear him. He'd certainly paid enough for the new fixture, which was purpose-built for predators.

Leaning forward, Frosty rested his elbows on his thighs and let his body relax and do its thing. There wasn't much effort needed on his part to get things moving, the "bunny" was almost begging to get out by this point. Closing his eyes, Frosty let out an indulgent groan and shivered as what was left of his friend began to re-emerge. For such an innocuous looking "prey" cat, his digestive tract had proven quite efficient; only brown and white rabbit fur had fully survived the trip.

It was easy at first, letting his bowels gently massage out the warm column of waste. But as it began to thicken, Frosty found it necessary to push. His toes curled as he bit his lip, cheeks blushing at what he was doing. It wasn't just any ordinary trip to the bathroom: it was a cute, delicious bunny that was now beginning to coil up in the toilet bowl. His bunny.

"Hnnnh, c-c'mon, bun...y-you promised you'd be good," Frosty groaned.

The effort required to dump out this bunny was making him squirm, and he felt something especially solid making its way through his colon. Frosty had consumed this bunny enough times that he knew what was coming.

The thick log tapered down and dropped free when he felt an intact rabbit skull reach the end of the journey. For such a petite figure, this was always quite a bit of work, and he wished that some meals wouldn't be quite so stubborn about breaking down. Frosty paused a moment to brace himself, let his stretched ring relax, then gave a harder push than he'd been doing up to this point. He could feel himself being spread wider, the crown of the white skull pushing through, but the initial effort wasn't enough to pass it.

Panting softly from the attempt, Frosty adjusted himself on the seat, then tried again. He made a bit more progress, but had to pause to take another breather and compose himself.

"Don't...hmmf...be so stubborn," Frosty grumbled. "You...wanted this."

Clenching his thighs together, he strained on the lodged object once more. This time, Frosty didn't let up. His body was protesting, but it was time for his bunny to come out. There was a muffled, ominous crackle from the tension on the digested skull, followed soon after by a distinct crrrnch when the clenching muscles cracked it.

Frosty let out a deeply relieved sigh when the damaged skull was freed, landing in the bowl with a splash. The remainder of his movement came much easier now, tapering down when he reached the end of it.

"Whew. That is...a lot of bunny to let out." Frosty peered down into the bowl between his thighs, hoping that his investment had been a good one. After tidying up, he lifted himself from the toilet and fastened his now-tight pants with a bit of difficulty, then cautiously reached to flush.

The whoosh that followed was certainly noticeably more powerful than his previous fixture. Frosty watched what was left of his friend swirl in the bowl several times...which then proceeded to fill with a considerable volume of water, accompanied by a gurgle that he knew well.

"Oh, for fu-..."