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A sharp lurch jolted Frosty awake with a start. His hands reflexively moved to brace himself so he wouldn't topple over. He blinked in confusion when he found himself seated in the royal stagecoach. He wasn't alone, but his companion wasn't the one he expected to see. The large jaguar that had accompanied Frosty from his room to the stagecoach was seated before him, not Lady Catherine.

The escort chuckled. "Apologies for the rough ride, Prince. My brother does wonders making this coach move, but his smoothness could use some work."

A deep voice huffed outside. "I heard that, Miguel."

The jaguar laughed and closed the window that allowed them to speak with the driver. It had been opened to allow cool air in, so the coach wouldn't feel quite so stagnant inside. He returned his attention to Frosty. "I hope you rested well, interruption notwithstanding. You generally don't sleep the entire journey."

Frosty was still perplexed why he had awakened in the coach. The last thing he could recall was drifting off inside Lady Catherine, not the stagecoach. Was he experiencing another loop? If so, why was he coming to in the coach, and not his own room as he had before?

An unexpected, distant trumpet snapped Frosty from his internal process. It wasn't overly loud, but the tone carried clearly into the cab of the stagecoach. His ears perked as both he and his escort, Miguel, turned to look at the road ahead.

"The capital gate," the jaguar was pleased to announce. The trumpet faded before returning even louder as they approached an enormous wooden gate surrounded by tall stone walls, which was swinging open for them. "They're celebrating the return of their Prince."

The sunlight briefly faded as they passed through the double doors into an arched tunnel through the city wall. Beyond a second set of doors, Frosty could see the first hints of the capital city. As they emerged from the other side, a squad of well-dressed guards flanked the road, standing at attention as the coach passed.

They were standing at attention for him. And as the carriage proceeded along the stone-paved road, traveling between cottages and shops, people were emerging to greet their Prince, talking amongst themselves, some waving as he passed.

Frosty's cheeks flushed lightly, and he waved back, much to their excitement. It made him a bit self-conscious, knowing that he wasn't truly their Prince. He also didn't like that he was now the center of attention as a result of his assumed identity. He was never_one to go out of his way to draw attention to himself, much less on such a grand scale. It was part of why he enjoyed his role as a CATS field agent. It generally involved blending in and _not being noticed. It perfectly suited the often-anxious, timid cheetah.

He tried not to look overly nervous as he gazed past the gathering crowds on either side of the wide road and took in his surroundings to distract himself. The buildings were somewhat plain looking and unassuming, homes and shops alike generally square-shaped with flat roofs, even those with multiple levels. Many had round windows facing the street, some open to the outside air. All of the doorways were arched, much like the main gate.

It gave the city the appearance of building blocks, he realized. But there was something strangely familiar about the design that he couldn't put his finger on.

When Frosty saw the palace at the center of the city, his curiosity grew. It took the blocky motif to an entirely new level. Rather than plain clear glass, the large round windows on the flat faces were filled with vibrantly colored glass murals that glistened in the sun. Each window on the front of the castle also featured the same sigil at the center that his stagecoach bore: a cat face.

At the center of the castle was a prominent vertical column, a tower that rose impressively over the blocky structure, culminating in a square viewing platform at the top. He couldn't see everything up top, but there were signs of a lush garden. Several additional, smaller columns bordered the outer edges of the castle, some supporting windowed rooms, while others bore their own smaller balconies. Each tower had a unique spiral texture carved into the stonework that traveled the entire length of the vertical column.

_Wait, is that tower just a giant..._Frosty blinked when the pieces suddenly came together in his mind: the vertical columns, the cubed buildings, round windows, and arched doorways.

The entire city's architecture was modeled after cat furniture, and the towers distinctly bore the appearance of huge scratching posts. Frosty sighed and rested his head in his hand when he realized it.

Noting his exasperation, Miguel spoke up. "Something the matter, Prince?"

Frosty shook his head, sat upright, then gestured toward the castle. "Not really, but...a scratching post? REALLY?"

Looking over his shoulder, the jaguar chuckled. "Oh, that? I suppose it is a bit on-the-nose."

"You_think_?" Frosty blurted.

Miguel was still laughing. "Well, it's not as bad as it used to be. Before they constructed a garden on top of the center column, the pinnacle of the tower was a beacon."

"A beacon on top of a tower? You mean like a lighthouse?" Frosty asked.

"More or less. A talented inventor and magical craftsman gifted the beacon to the royal family. It was meant to be a shining light pointing to the heavens above the capital city. Except the accursed thing didn't work at all."

"Well, that's not ideal," Frosty observed.

Miguel laughed again. "Oh, it gets much worse. It was horribly off-balance and the lenses focusing the beam were not made correctly. It resulted in a brilliant point of light moving erratically across the city. The subjects wouldn't stop chasing the damned thing until our enchanter managed to disenchant the light source. It was chaos."

Frosty had another epiphany. "Wait, so you're telling mean instead of a beacon, the craftsman effectively made a giant laser pointer?"

"Precisely. The craftsman wasn't at fault, though. The apprentices working under him were responsible for everything that went wrong."

Oh my God, what even is this place? Frosty mentally asked. He'd seen strange things during his various CATS missions, but this was beyond parody. The more he observed, the more he noticed it.

The carriage eventually settled to a stop after passing through another gate, this one shaped from iron bars rather than solid wood. It was no surprise to Frosty that each wing of the split gate featured half of the royal crest.

Another group of royal guards were gathered where the carriage halted. Between two flanks was a regal-looking cheetah, dressed in a purple robe similar to the one Frosty was wearing, golden crown glistening brilliantly atop his head. Unlike Frosty, this cheetah's tawny coat was marbled with a series of dark stripes and wavy splotches, though he still bore the expected tear-marks of a cheetah. Down the back of his neck was a thick black mane that disappeared beneath his robe.

They were the markings of a King Cheetah, Frosty realized. And immediately after, it clicked. _King_Cheetah.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

One of the guards stepped forward and pulled open the carriage door. Frosty glanced at the opening, then to Miguel, who nodded to him.

"After you, my Prince. It would be disrespectful of me to disembark first."

"Of course." It was less an agreement, more commentary on his situation. Lifting himself from the seat, he carefully ducked as he stepped down from the carriage, approaching the waiting cheetah, who was beaming at him. The King Cheetah bowed his head, which Frosty felt obligated to reciprocate.

The splotched feline stepped forward and reached up, cradling Frosty's head as he placed a kiss on either cheek in turn, then pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I'm happy to have you return, my son," he purred into his ear. "I had my reservations about the treaty, but you've far exceeded my expectations. Well done."

Treaty? Frosty could only assume what that entailed, but he suspected it had something to do with Prince Fomo. The King relaxed his embrace and began to move away from him, but before either he or Frosty could say anything more, Frosty's ears picked up the excited padding of paws rapidly moving his direction.

"Oh, Hells," the King muttered. The taller cheetah calmly took a large step to one side, just in time for a grey blur to whizz past him.

Frosty was immediately bowled over, landing flat on his back with a heavy thud. The impact knocked his breath out, further compounded by a pair of arms tightly squeezing around his chest. Wheezing for a moment, Frosty squirmed with his face buried in thick, warm fluff as he tried to get his breath back.

"Ser Forest, show some restraint!" came a sharp rebuke from the King.

"Wh-...huh?" Frosty's confusion was muffled in thick chest fur, but he quickly realized there was a familiar scent about the individual that had tackled him. Very familiar.

"Oh! Uh...sorry, my Lord." The other leaned up, giving Frosty enough room to gasp deeply for fresh air.

He was greeted by the beaming features of a grey wuff he knew quite well: Forest. The wuff's cheeks were a bit flushed at being scolded, but he was also wagging furiously. It wasn't the first time Forest had pounced Frosty to greet him, and he couldn't help smiling a little at how excited his friend was to see him, even if it technically wasn't "his" Forest.

As the wuff pushed himself up and was helping Frosty back to his feet, something occurred to the white cheetah.

"Wait, what are you even doing here, Forest?" Frosty knew that Fomo, or Forest [mouse] as he was formally known, was a variation on the grey and white wuff. They weren't intended to coexist in the same timeline. They weren't supposed to be in the same timeline ever.

Forest cocked his head. "I live here!" he proudly stated.

"Yeah, but...I mean..." Frosty tried to think of how to best follow up his question without giving too much away. The king was standing beside them, arms folded and tail swishing in annoyance at the wuff's casual demeanor. It wouldn't end well if Frosty outed himself as the Prince's look-alike.

Fortunately for him, he didn't need to finish the thought. Forest's arms looped around his waist, still wagging as he leaned in and rubbed noses. The affectionate gesture made Frosty blush, but not nearly so as when the wuff's hands wandered farther down his body until they were resting on his hips.

"You're awful happy to see me," Frosty observed.

"Hee, of course I've missed my ch-...er...my Prince," the wuff quickly corrected.

A light squeeze encouraged Frosty to gently sway his hips, a reaction that had become almost automatic to the wuff's touch. When Forest's arms tightened, he began to mimic his friend's swaying, and soon the two were gently bobbing side to side in an impromptu slow dance.

After a long moment, an audible sigh could be heard. "For heaven's sake, you two, get a room."

Frosty's face grew rather hot with embarrassment as he looked to the King, who appeared more distraught than angry at their open affection for one another.

"Uh...sorry," he mumbled. When he looked back to Forest, however, the wuff smirked.

"Not a bad idea. Shall we retire to our...er, pardon...your chambers, my Prince...?"

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Any of the questions that had been buzzing through Frosty's brain were quickly forgotten once the pair had snuck off together. The wuff had all-but swept him off his feet the moment they entered the palace, and was now carrying him down the corridor like a blushing bride, the cheetah's gown gently waving as Forest walked. Frosty didn't mind that Forest had taken the lead, because he didn't have the foggiest idea where "his" chambers even were.

One thing that did stick with him was the matter of Forest's appearance. Snuggled up to the wuff's front, he had plenty of time to get a good look at his outfit as he was carried. A grey top left Forest's midriff bare, a prominent pink pawprint decorating the center. Instead of a plain black collar, a much fancier gold choker rested in its place, and the golden medallion that dangled in front had been stamped with the royal cat face, which Frosty determined he would refer to it as, from now on.

There was a brief pause in the wuff's rapid steps, and Frosty realized they were standing in front of a mostly closed door, which was swiftly kicked open with a reverberating rattle while still cradling Frosty in his arms.

"Geez, wuffie, I know you're excited to see me and all, but take it easy," Frosty giggled.

"The door can handle it," Forest chuckled. "The woodworker told me as such after replacing the last one I kicked down."

Frosty balked. "The...last one?"

"Uh huh!" Forest snagged the door with a foot and pushed it closed to guarantee their privacy, then continued walking. "And they finally fixed your bed while you were gone, too!"

"...my bed?" Glancing over his shoulder, Frosty's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. "Oh...my God." The only word that came to mind was "pink." So much pink. The bedding was rosy pink, the pillows were white with pink trim, even the curtains draped from the canopy were transparent pink.

Fortunately, the entire room didn't follow his bed's motif, but it still made Frosty feel like he'd just entered Barbie's Dream House. Despite his affinity for pink lingerie and a tank top which, he recalled, said "Princess" on the front with a large crown, the bed was a bit much even for his tastes.

Forest gently brushed the curtain aside once he was beside the canopy bed, then leaned down to lower Frosty to the mattress. It settled beneath his weight, finding it pleasantly cozy and conforming. He watched the wuff clamber onto the bed, cheeks flaring all over again as Forest crawled over him. Leaning down, their noses gently bumped together and Frosty stared into the wuff's deep emerald eyes.

The cheetah's heart fluttered when their lips touched for a brief kiss. A soft growl rose from Forest's throat once he drew away. "Happy to have you back, chee. Wuffie's really missed you while you were away."

As the wuff's larger frame settled against his own, Frosty became aware of exactly how much he was missed. "I-I can tell," he murmured quietly, unable to ignore the prominent shape now pinned between their bodies. "I should...let you know, though...I'm...not the Prince you're probably expecting." Frosty felt compelled to be open with him for some reason. It was Forest, after all.

Forest chuckled at the confession and leaned in again, touching his nose to Frosty's neck this time and nuzzling through his white fur. "Mmh, I know that. I'm happy to see you all the same, chee."

"Well, that's a relief. I...WAIT WHAT?" It had taken Frosty a moment to fully process his reply. "What do you mean 'I know?'"

A soft kiss touched Frosty's neck, making him close his eyes and groan softly, toes curling. "Don't you think I'd recognize my chee when I see him?"

Frosty was baffled, but he was also having trouble thinking straight due to his friend's attention. "H-how did you wind up here, then? You're not supposed to be here, wuffie."

He felt Forest shrug, then their eyes met when he drew away, licking his lips. "I haven't the slightest idea. But the folks here seem to know me, and treat me pretty well, considering. You're here, too, so I'm certainly not complaining. I'm sure it'll work itself out."

"That's illegal," Frosty mumbled as his cheeks got hot all over again. "You're not allowed to fluster me in a timeline we don't even belong in."

"Oh? Or what?" the wuff quietly asked with a returning smirk, tail wagging.

"Well..." Frosty started to explain but was swiftly silenced by Forest's lips. This time their kiss lingered much longer than the first and was accompanied by a subtle grind from his friend's lap. After a moment, Frosty reached up and draped his arms around Forest's shoulders. A quiet croon escaped when they eventually separated.

"You were saying?" Forest teased.

Frosty's cheeks were visibly flushed. "I...forgot what I was gonna say," he admitted. "But it's not important. It's nice to see you too, wuffie."

His friend's wagging quickened, tail noisily thumping against the bed. A low growl rumbled in his throat as Forest's head dipped and pushed against the cheetah's neck with growing intent. Instead of a kiss, Frosty was met with a soft nibble just above his collar, body tensing as he gasped. At the same time, one hand began to roam down the cheetah's side, exploring his slim waist and the curve of his hip.

Soon both hands were resting on Frosty's hips, kneading and squeezing them through the fabric of the cheetah's gown. When Frosty swayed from the pleasant pressure on his hips, the wuff let out another soft growl and grabbed them possessively between his hands. Pulling their bodies together, Forest made a slow, deliberate grind against the smaller male, making his motivations clear. His body was growing warmer atop Frosty, breaths heavier.

"This gown really compliments your curves, chee," he murmured. "You should wear it more."

"W-well...your outfit is pretty cute, too," Frosty returned. He couldn't really think of anything else to say, with his friend now openly grinding against him.

"Just about everything looks great on your hips, honestly. But they look best without anything covering those spots."

Frosty didn't think his face could get any hotter than it already was. The flattering words, fingers doting on his feminine figure, and blatant erection pressed to his lap were a potent combination. It was no surprise that Frosty's body responded in kind, his own package filling out beneath his gown.

"Mmmf, w-wuffie," he quietly murmured.

"Sorry if I'm being a bit forward," Forest rumbled back. "Been having mighty strong chee cravings while you've been gone."

He couldn't help wondering whether Forest meant while Prince Frosty was away on diplomacy, or potentially his own absence back home. But his mind was becoming occupied with something even more pressing.

"I-it's okay, wuffie. I'm happy to have your company right now." There was more truth in it than Frosty intended. It was a relief to see a familiar face. There was comfort in his friend's embrace. "But...at least help me get out of this gown, so we don't ruin it. I'm sure someone might get upset."

Forest enthusiastically nodded. "Hee, of course, chee." He reluctantly let go of Frosty's hips and pushed himself up, giving the petite cat enough room to sit up.

Frosty briefly considered how to proceed. He knew exactly what his friend was in the mood for; the wuff's erection made that clear enough. Eventually, he twisted beneath Forest, stretching himself out on his belly and presenting his back to him. The cheetah's snug-fitted gown was secured by a zipper and several buttons along the length of his spine. Peeking over his shoulder, Frosty beckoned the wuff with a playful wiggle, drawing his friend's attention back to his hips.

"Rrrf, keep wiggling like that, and wuffie's not gonna be able to contain himself long enough to get that gown undone," Forest warned. His fingers were massaging and sinking into Frosty's firm rump now, pulling the fabric of his gown taut against it.

"Better hurry, then," Frosty cooed back, arching up flex his butt, resulting in another firm grope.

After another indulgent knead, Forest managed to pry his attention away from the cheetah's tempting figure. Starting near the base of Frosty's tail, he began to gently pluck open the buttons that held the gown closed. Frosty rumbled as he worked, resisting the urge to wiggle again, knowing it would only delay the wuff's task. When he reached the cheetah's shoulders, the last button came undone, then Forest pinched the zipper and began to drag it down Frosty's back, letting the pink and gold-embroidered gown part.

Frosty crooned when he felt his friend's hands slip beneath the dress, rubbing toward his shoulders and back down again to expose more of the cheetah's grey spots. Propping his upper body, Frosty rolled his shoulders to work his arms out of the sleeves while his friend finished unzipping him. The wuff's palms returned to his hips once he was done, growling under his breath as he began to peel the fabric off.

The cheetah's round ears laid back, cheeks rosy as ever when his spotted rump was exposed. Crossing his arms on the bed and resting his cheek atop them, Frosty peered over his shoulder with an amorous gaze. Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything that had been weighing on the cheetah's mind seemed to vanish. It wasn't important right now.

Lifting a hand from Frosty's hip, the wuff began to fumble with the front of his silken grey pants. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been difficult to slip them down, but there was a very prominent tent making the fabric rather tight around his crotch. Eventually, though, Forest managed to stretch the waistband enough to slip himself free.

Frosty only got a brief glimpse of the glistening ebony shaft that sprung up once it was liberated. He timidly buried his face against his forearms, but this did little to hide the blush he felt in his cheeks. Despite it being far from the only time they'd been intimate, he still couldn't get over the sight of the wuff looming over him like this, or the hungry look in his eyes. It was the look of a stud ready to breed.

Though he could no longer see it, Frosty certainly felt the wuff's length when Forest lowered his body to nestle into him. The thick shape ended up tucked between his supple cheeks like a hot dog, nudging Frosty's tail upward when Forest began to slowly rock back and forth. Arching his back, Frosty pressed himself into the wuff's lap, further nesting the pulsing shaft into his crevice.

"Mmmmh, you have no idea how bad I've been craving this," Forest softly growled.

Working his tail out from between them, Frosty proceeded to loosely drape it around his friend's chest. A soft wiggle was all the encouragement Forest needed, but he crooned to him anyway. "G-go on then, claim your little Princess, wuffie."

Forest often referred to him as such, but the affectionate name felt more fitting now than ever. Deeply rumbling his agreement, the wuff reached up and planted his hands on either side of Frosty's head while shifting his hips to align himself. The intimate touch of a dripping tip finding its way beneath the cheetah's tail coaxed a soft mewl from Frosty's lips. He only had to wait a moment before the gentle probing shifted to building pressure against his warm ring.

Frosty's soft whine turned into a saucy moan when his partner finally began to ease inside, accompanied by a lusty wuff growl. Pent up and needy as he seemed, Forest was considerate in taking his time, waiting for the pink bud to relax so he could feed more of his thick length into his receptive cat. The wuff was rather well-endowed for his size, all the more reason not to rush into it.

The cheetah's hips began to subtly grind, burying his face into the bedding to muffle another moan as he felt the thick shaft spreading his tight anal passage, throbbing against the smooth lining. Forest took this as a sign that his "Princess" was fully ready for him, fingers clutching the blanket as he pushed himself the rest of the way in.

Shivering excitedly beneath his friend, Frosty let the weight of the wuff's hips press his own into the silky bedding. He was fully erect as well, the cheetah's pink length caressed against the soft sheet, further stimulating his nerves. When a growling voice drew close to his ear, Frosty partially turned his head to listen.

"Hope your new bed is stronger than the last one."

Frosty only needed a moment to dwell on what Forest meant. He knew well what was coming. The wuff's hips lifted and he began to back his shaft out of his partner's bowels, drawing halfway before he swiftly plunged back inside. The abrupt thrust caused Frosty to angle his head back and clench tight, ears pinned flat as a pleased chirp filled the bedroom. He barely had time to recover from the erotic jumpstart before another thrust followed. And then another.

The sensual rhythm was slow at first, the wuff waiting a few moments between deep thrusts. Frosty could feel him shivering excitedly each time he paused. He knew the urge to breed was strong. He also knew his friend was showing restraint, if only just. Arching his back like a presenting queen, Frosty gripped the sheets in front of himself, slim figure rocking each time their bodies connected.

Like Forest, Frosty knew what he wanted. The slinky cheetah had his own growing urges. Feeling the wuff's thick length pushing into his depths, grinding along the smooth walls as it disappeared beneath his tail, fueled that need. Forest was holding back for his partner's sake, but Frosty no longer wanted him to, and made it known with the way his body began to eagerly meet the wuff's thrusts.

Frosty didn't need to say anything, but did anyway. "Nnnh, w-wuuuffie...b-breed your kitty..."

A deep, reverberating growl followed the cheetah's lusty request. Lowering his head, he nuzzled between Frosty's ears and replied between soft panting. "As you wish, Princess."

The wuff's pace picked up dramatically and Frosty found himself being driven into the mattress by Forest's greedy thrusts. He couldn't contain himself, openly moaning into the air and chirping each time the tip of the wuff's shaft discovered his prostate. Pleasure had been steadily blooming since Forest initially penetrated, but now it was rocketing through the cat's body in intense waves.

Frosty's claws dug into the bedding, poking holes in the fabric as his toes splayed and flexed. The sheets likely wouldn't survive their romp. Warm panting rolled down the back of his neck when Forest pressed his nose into the cheetah's scruff, wrapping his arms around Frosty's chest and pulling their bodies close as he continued to roughly piston in and out.

The surge of pleasure, as opposite to a gradual, intimate buildup, was already proving to be too much for Frosty. He was shuddering against his lover, their bodies mutually radiating heat and increasingly rich scents. The cheetah's length was twitching beneath him, dripping on the bedding into a growing wet stain as he was railed. He could feel his sire similarly throbbing, dribbling slickness allowing his shaft to smoothly glide in and out of the cheetah's tight, quivering depths.

Their moans and growls were becoming more frequent, filling the room with their passion, Frosty's pitch escalating as he felt himself welling up. He was racing toward a sharp peak and knew the wuff wouldn't be far behind. When he felt the sexual tension nearing the breaking point, Frosty attempted to signal his partner of the imminent climax, but only managed to shamelessly moan out Forest's name instead.

The cheetah's orgasm was communicated clearly enough by his actions. His bowels clenched tight around the wuff's thick shaft, further stimulating Frosty while his hips bucked, pink length jumping as he began to shoot creamy ropes across the bedding.

Frosty's ears twitched when his partner threw his head back a moment later, letting out a long, resounding wuff howl. The torrent that followed made Frosty bite his lip, face burning as Forest let go deep in his rump. He could clearly feel each throb against his anal walls and ring, the wuff's rapid thrusts slowing until he eventually halted entirely to savor their intimate moment. It didn't stop Frosty's squirming, however, conscious of the gooey warmth that was now flooding his depths.

It seemed like there wasn't an end to it, pent up as the wuff had been. The steamy heat was quickly spreading to Frosty's belly. Eventually, the flow of wuff seed tapered off, though his length was still intermittently bobbing as his peak wound down.

Everything became serene and still. The only sounds in the room were steady panting and soft moans gradually fading away. Frosty's body was tingling, and he didn't dare move, knowing the overwhelming jolt of stimulation that would result. Forest, on the other hand, was all too happy to intermittently roll his hips to bask in the feel of the cheetah's insides hugging his spent, twitching shaft. Soft, breathless moans escaped his partner each time he shifted.

After a long moment, Forest lowered his muzzle and began to nuzzle through the cheetah's short mane, savoring the sweet scent wafting off his body. "Mmmh, gosh, chee. I really needed that."

Still blushing, Frosty softly nodded, reaching a hand back to tenderly rub the base of the wuff's ears. "I...mmmf...can tell. Th-that goes for both of us."

Affectionately tracing his fingers up and down Frosty's chest, Forest combed through the thick white fluff, working lower until he was exploring the cheetah's abdomen. Normally slim and svelte, there was now a noticeable softness to Frosty's belly. It gurgled mutedly when Forest gently sank his fingers in and kneaded admiringly.

"If we keep this up, people are going to think I gave you pups, chee," the wuff chuckled.

Frosty's cheeks got hot all over again when he realized it, eyes peering down at his soft middle. Indeed, his belly was noticeably rounder as a result of their fling, not excessively so, but enough for someone to assume he'd put on a few pounds.

With a little smirk, Frosty turned his head and kissed Forest's cheek. "Let them think what they'll think. I know you'll have one more round in you soon enough."

Growling affectionately, Forest rubbed his cheek against the cheetah's neck, then gave him a kiss in return before replying coyly, "Only one round?"

A giggle filled the bedroom as the pair rolled, winding up with Frosty sprawled on top of Forest on his back, arms possessively hugged around the chee's middle, wuff length still firmly erect inside him.

"We'll see who runs out of steam first," Frosty purred.

With a low rumble, Forest rolled his hips, eliciting a shivery groan from his feline partner. "Challenge accepted..."

The pair continued well into the evening, much to the annoyance of the castle's other residents. Girlish moans, cheetah chirps, and intermittent, piercing wuff howls carried well through the corridors. But Frosty was the Prince, which meant only the King himself was entitled to reprimand him.

And scold him, he would. The regal cheetah was staring at the ceiling in his own bed chamber, unable to sleep due to the racket Frosty and his loyal wuff servant were making. Perhaps he would have his advisors seek out an enchanter to put a silencing charm on the Prince's room. But for now, he had to endure the sounds of their passionate exchanges. He'd lost count how many times it had been already.

As the noises faded once more and a lengthy silence lingered, the King breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally get some rest. The cheetah rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, thanking the heavens that peace had been restored.

Just as he was beginning to drift, a distant moan reached the room, snapping him awake again. The King sat upright in bed, ears perked, then let out a frustrated sigh when he heard another groan. Tempted as he was to march to the Prince's room and tell him to keep it down, that also would require getting dressed.

Flopping back into his bed, the King rolled onto his side, grabbed a second pillow, then stuffed it over his head in the hopes it would adequately muffle the disturbance.

"For Hell's sake, eat him already and put us all out of our misery..."