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"Oh, God, it's everywhere." Frosty groaned as he looked dejectedly at the sticky mess soaking into his bed. He'd awakened dripping with fluids. They covered every inch of his soggy fur, had soaked into the blanket and sheets, he could even feel it in his ears when his head tipped. He didn't know _why_he'd awakened in his own bed sopping with Lady Catherine's slick fluids, but he'd given up trying to make sense of what was happening to him.

Everything reeked of the lady cheetah that had stuffed him between her legs. Her scent was impossible to ignore: a blend of feminine musk and rich chocolate. Frosty didn't bother checking his phone when he got out of bed. He had a strong suspicion what would be waiting on it.

The only thing that mattered right now was a shower and laundering his bedding to rid himself of Lady Catherine. To his annoyance, even after thoroughly scrubbing every inch of his fur several times over with his vanilla body wash, there was still an unmistakable aroma that lingered.

"Maybe nobody will notice," Frosty muttered, but anyone with a working nose would detect it, he knew.

Compounding the unpleasant morning was a discovery that he still had to struggle to squeeze into his pants. Even after all the shenanigans he'd gone through, the cheetah's spotted hips had a good deal more heft to them than normal. He shouldn't have been surprised, considering the other hints of past events that had persisted despite an apparent time loop. Kanin was especially good at lingering on Frosty's curves, compared to other friends the cheetah had indulged himself with.

"Stubborn bunny," he mumbled, retrieving his phone so he could complain.

Frosty (just now): Oi, I still can't fit in my pants because of you.

Frosty's bnuuy bellyslut (just now): Dude, you ate me like two weeks ago. If you still can't work me off, that's your fault, fatass.

Frosty blinked at the response. Two weeks ago? Oh, right. Time loop. The Kanin he'd just texted probably had no idea what had taken place more recently. He decided not to press the issue further, swiping away the reminder about work before he pocketed his phone.

Speaking of work. It was early for him to be heading in, but he finished getting ready anyway. Another chat with Mr. Katz was in order, since he seemed to be the only one that had taken Frosty's concerns seriously. Hopefully the extra time would be sufficient for him to make a case...to accomplish what, exactly?

He'd already determined that taking the day off hadn't affected the outcome, so he didn't see the point in trying to convince them to cancel the CATS test. But he had to try something. He had no desire to be indefinitely stuck in an unstable time loop, and doing nothing seemed guaranteed to do exactly that.

Frosty was fortunate that he was able to get to work quickly, leaving him ample time to figure things out once he arrived. He walked past Felix's office without bothering to stop and chat, since he knew he likely wouldn't get anywhere with his handler. He wasn't able to avoid Tess, however.

"Hey, Frosty!" she cheerfully called when she saw him in the hall.

"Morning, Tess." He hoped this conversation would go better than his last.

It didn't. As soon as the two were close, Tess's ears perked, then she leaned in to sniff at the other cat. "Exciting night?"

Balls, Frosty thought. He'd tried his damnedest to get Lady Catherine's scent out of his fur. "Well, in a manner of speaking."

Tess giggled. "Oh? Perhaps you can regale me with how it went."

Frosty rolled his eyes. She loved gossip, which included prying for details about the cheetah's intimate encounters. In most situations he would happily entertain her, but not now. "Maybe later."

She nodded excitedly. "Looking forward to it! I'm a little jealous of how much fun you have."

"Fun" is not the word Frosty would use to describe his situation, particularly his interactions with Lady Catherine. Rather than dwelling on it, he took advantage of the chance to banter to take his mind off things.

"Jealous, huh? If you want to find out for yourself, feel free to let me know." Tess was one of the few people at CATS that would let him get away with a comment like that. She was also lesbian.

Dark fur concealed the light blush, but he could tell by her expression that he'd flustered her.

"You don't have the proper orifice for it, Frosty, unless there's a really big secret you've been keeping from me. Though if you're into pegging, maybe..."

The retort landed a blow that made Frosty's cheeks erupt. "Well...I mean..." He stammered for a moment and glanced away. "No comment."

"Oh-ho! Wait until the girls hear this one," she giggled, looking victorious. "The girls" being Sarah and Ari, two of the regulars that staffed the Infirmary and reveled in playfully teasing Frosty.

"Fine, you win this round," Frosty grumbled. "I gotta track down Mr. Katz before the test."

"Sure thing, catch you later, Frosty!" she chirped, still looking quite proud of herself.

"Later, Tess." He was grateful that nobody had overheard their exchange, but the ones that mattered would be informed by Tess, anyway.

Thankfully, his tuxedo-patterned coworker was the only one that stopped him on the way to seeing Mr. Katz. The ocelot wasn't in his office, so Frosty checked the CATS control room next and found him sitting at his console. It always felt a bit like Mission Control at a space center, with the rows of computer consoles and multiple screens at the front of the room. He and Mr. Katz were currently the only occupants, but Frosty knew more would being showing up soon to prepare for the test.

"Oh, hey Frosty," he said with a smile when he noticed the cheetah entering. "Don't usually get to see you here in the control room."

He rarely had a reason to be, and when CATS was in operation, it was restricted to necessary personnel, anyway. "Morning, Mr. Katz. Do you have a minute?"

"Well, there's a test coming up, but I can spare a few. What's up?"

He'd been thinking about what to say ever since he started getting ready for work, but it still took a moment to organize his thoughts. "Okay, look, this is going to sound really crazy. Hear me out."

Mr. Katz chuckled and turned in his seat, propped by several thick textbooks that enabled him to reach his keyboard. Despite being nearly a foot shorter than Frosty, they were level with one another as a result of his makeshift booster-seat. "Nothing is 'too crazy' in this line of work. Go on."

Frosty paused a moment when he noticed the ocelot's aid. "Uh...is that a company-approved work aid?" he asked, gesturing to the stack Mr. Katz was seated on.

The ocelot laughed. He knew Frosty was merely teasing. "My control room, my rules."

"Fair enough."

Frosty proceeded to fully detail what he'd been experiencing, the location he'd frequented and how many times he'd gone through this same CATS test already. The ocelot nodded as he listened, looking quite intrigued and letting Frosty explain uninterrupted.

"So, yeah. I think that about covers it," Frosty concluded.

Mr. Katz waited a long moment to absorb it all before he responded. "Fascinating. Time Loops are a rare phenomenon, so to hear you detail a firsthand account..."

Frosty looked surprised. "Wait, so...you believe me?"

The ocelot laughed at his expression. "Like I said, nothing is too crazy. Despite your field work being a bit...unorthodox at times, I've never known you to be inherently dishonest."

" OH, THANK FU -" Frosty cut himself off before finishing that thought, coughing nervously. "Erm, I'm glad to hear it."

The lead tech quirked an eye at Frosty's outburst. "Your restraint is appreciated. So, the question is, how do we approach this issue? It's rare enough that we discover a time loop, much less have to troubleshoot our way out of it."

"Uh, I was...hoping you might have some insight on that," Frosty admitted. "I've told you everything that's happened up to this point, so at least I know what didn't work. And...technically, me being here doesn't even rule out having already resolved it. There's no way to really know until another loop happens."

"Or doesn't happen," Mr. Katz offered. "You're correct, it is a bit of a Schrodinger's Cat, if you'll pardon the expression."

Frosty winced. "Maybe let's avoid referring to it that way, even if it fits the situation."

Mr. Katz chuckled. "Fair enough. Pull up a chair, Frosty. Let's think things over. I'd still like to proceed with the CATS test, if possible, but if you're not feeling up for it, I'd understand."

He shrugged. "I'm not opposed to it. Hasn't changed the outcome one way or another."

"Then with that in mind, let's take a look at today's data, see what we're working with, and go from there. I know the tech side of things is a bit over your head, but it never hurts to have a second set of eyes."

Frosty nodded and slid a nearby chair over, then sat down beside the Lead Technician as he pulled up the CATS test brief. He looked on while Mr. Katz began explaining the system as if he were a new trainee. Frosty understood enough about how CATS worked to do his job, but nobody had taken the time to show everything that happened behind the scenes.

"...and this is how CATS knows where to send you. We compile a timeline code from the information we've gleaned from a specific timeline, put it into CATS here, and...huh." Mr. Katz paused.

"Something the matter?" Frosty inquired.

"Yes, actually." Mr. Katz navigated to the mission brief and pointed out the timeline code. "Here. This is the timeline code we designated for this test." He navigated to the CATS system console. "And this is the timeline code that the system has locked in."

Frosty blinked. "Do it again?" He inspected the code in the mission brief, then the one that had been accepted by CATS. They looked identical to him. "I'm...not sure I follow. They look the same."

The ocelot chuckled. "I won't fault you for that. Most would overlook it; it's very subtle, and likely why nobody has caught the issue. Let me tweak the UI a little, then you'll probably see."

Initially, Frosty didn't. But as Mr. Katz made the text on the screen bigger, his eyes eventually noticed the discrepancy. There was something...off about the spacing. The ocelot chuckled when he saw the recognition on his face.

"That didn't take long. Like I said, most people wouldn't catch it, but when you spend 20 years doing this..." When Mr. Katz changed the font, the discrepancy became a glaring one. "...you start to notice when things aren't quite right."

The final character in the two timeline codes was distinctly different now. A "1" on the mission brief, but a capital "I" in CATS.

"That's...I'm not gonna lie, I'm impressed that anyone could pick up on that," Frosty admitted. "It certainly throws a wrench in things."

"A few wrenches. We were confident this issue had been worked out. CATS isn't supposed to lock in the code unless they're a perfect match."

"Will this delay the test?" Frosty asked.

"Not necessarily. I'll have the team verify which code is the intended one, then go from there. If you went to the wrong timeline, you have a potential culprit. If not, perhaps it was simply a case of being in the right place at the wrong time."

The latter option didn't sit well with Frosty because it implied something entirely out of their control had taken place, which meant the solution likely would be, as well. He pushed that possibility out of mind for now.

"Sounds like a plan, then. Let me know if you need anything from me," Frosty offered, then rose from his seat to leave, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere...

* * * * * * * * * *

The test would proceed as planned. Although Frosty hadn't been offered any details on how the issue was being addressed, at least someone was taking him seriously. It was better than nothing.

He once again found himself standing at the center of the CATS transport platform, waiting for the final steps leading up to his next hop. He felt less anxious about it this time, but there was still that nagging thought in the back of his mind: have I actually accomplished anything?

Frosty's earpiece spoke up. "All systems go. Preparing for Insertion." Then Mr. Katz deviated from the script and added, "Good luck, Frosty."

He gave a thumbs-up, but his reassured smile faded when Felix came into his ear next. "Try not to get eaten. Insertion in 3...2...1..."

"Oh, for fu-" Everything whited out before the objection was finished.

* * * * * * * * * *

"-ck's sake!" The outburst had initially been directed at Felix, but once he was able to observe his surroundings, he nearly repeated himself.

The mission brief very clearly stated he was meant to hop into a timeline that consisted of an empty, grassy savannah. Not the middle of a literal forest. The only thing Frosty could see in any direction was densely packed deciduous trees.

"Great. Just fan-freaking-tastic," Frosty grumbled. Another swing and a miss. "If the problem has been 'addressed,' then why the hell am I standing in the middle of the _GOD DAMN FOREST _?"

At least this time he was appropriately wearing his CATS suit, and not a dress. He knew it probably wasn't going to work, but tried to anchor himself anyway. It didn't come as a surprise when another error was returned, for the same reason as his previous attempts.

"Okay, this is cool. I'm stranded, with no comms or supplies, in a dense forest." Frosty threw his arms up in frustration. "Guess I'll die!"

The cheetah's nostrils flared when he detected an acrid odor in the air, then looked around, sniffing intently now. He could smell smoke. Wood smoke.

"Even better! I'm stranded in a Forest that's also on fire!" He was unable to determine where exactly it was coming from with his eyes, so he relied on his nose instead. In doing so, he realized there were other aromas accompanying the wafting smoke. Floral scents, and something distinctly chemical. Perhaps it wasn't a wildfire after all.

It was currently his only lead on which direction he should go, so he began following it, wandering through the trees while also being mindful of his surroundings. He had no idea where he'd ended up, which meant he also had no idea what sort of hazards might be lurking about. For all he knew, he could be walking directly toward a trap.

Frosty was relieved to find that the trees began to thin, allowing him to see hints of a clearing. He remained cautious ae he approached, ears standing erect and tipping this way and that to listen. Currently, all he could hear was a gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

When Frosty reached the tree line, he breathed a sigh of relief. The forest opened into a lush clearing, and at the center of it was a small, cozy two-level cottage surrounded by a lush garden. Someone clearly lived here; the smoke he'd followed to discover it was wafting from a stone chimney.

Wait, that's bad, Frosty realized. He didn't know who, or what lived here, whether they would be friendly or hostile to someone trespassing on their clearing. Still, it was better than being hopelessly lost, so he took his chances and stepped into the open, scanning for any sign of movement. As he approached the edge of the garden, other scents began to greet him. Flowers of all sorts, greenery.

Food. On cue, Frosty's stomach reminded him that he had, once again, skipped breakfast in his rush to get to work. The garden appeared to be functional as well as decorative, containing a fair bit of familiar produce. A lot of it was ripe, and everything that was looked immaculate. Tempted as he was, though, Frosty resisted the urge to help himself. He couldn't simply rob someone's private garden.

Gazing toward the cottage door facing the garden, he considered his options. He had to at least make an attempt. If they turned out to be unfriendly, maybe he'd feel less guilty about it.

As he began walking toward the lone cottage, the garden shifted from edible to floral. Curiously, there didn't seem to be a theme or particular arrangement to it. Flowers and various types of plants were grouped together in planters and beds, most of them bearing tags that identified what was growing, but Frosty wasn't a botanist and didn't recognize most of their names.

A brilliant flower caught the cheetah's eye and he paused to admire it. There were several of them growing together in a small cluster, white tulip-like petals spread open, streaked with vivid crimson highlights. He noted that several of the other flowers nearby were similarly vibrant, some a deep periwinkle, others brilliant orange or pure white.

There was a sweet scent that prompted Frosty to kneel and lean his muzzle toward the source for a better sniff.

"I would strongly advise against doing that if you value breathing," a voice warned.

Frosty shrieked, his tail bushing out as he leapt backwards from the planter and landed hard on his rump in the dirt. He scrambled to his feet to find an exceptionally shapely vixen staring his direction from the other side of the flower boxes, dressed in a low-cut purple shirt and knee-length black skirt, both of which were covered by a dirt-smeared gardener's apron. How had he missed her?

Strangely, she didn't seem overly upset to discover him in her garden.

"You're welcome. I meant what I said," she observed, gesturing toward the planter Frosty had been kneeling at and pointing out the periwinkle flowers he'd been about to smell. "Most of what grows in that planter will eventually kill you in some fashion. That one especially. They smell nice, but even a drop of the nectar on your skin is a guaranteed death sentence when they're in full bloom."

Frosty was still wary, but also confused. She seemed more concerned about his well-being than the fact that he was trespassing. "Why...would you even grow something like that?"

The vixen smiled. "Even the most toxic substances can be useful, when used appropriately. Many of them are used for magic and potion crafting." Pausing, she bowed courteously to Frosty as the air around her lightly crackled. "Levina Bellerose, at your service. Arcanist and herbalist."

"Erh...nice to meet you, Levina," he returned, suddenly warier now that he knew she could exercise magic. "I'm Frosty."

"Frosty...?" she prompted, her eyes flashing with recognition.

"Uh, Snowcat. Frosty Snowcat," he added, feeling nervous for entirely different reasons now.

There was a long gasp and the vixen's face lit up. "_Prince_Frosty?"

Oh, hell. Frosty's stomach knotted at the confirmation that he'd ended up in the same timeline, only in a different place. "Y-you...know me?" he cautiously asked.

Levina laughed. "Know you? Lady Catherine is one of my most frequent patrons. She often speaks very highly of you."

His face fell. "You mean...you sell her things?" He glanced at the apparently deadly flowers, than back to Levina. "Like what, exactly?"

The vixen wagged a finger. "I don't share transactions, even to you, Prince. You would have to ask her, yourself."

I'd rather not, Frosty didn't say aloud. He recalled his incident with the truffles, wondering if they had been laced with something that Levina had supplied her with. But even if she had, it wasn't a guarantee that she did so with malicious intent, as opposed to a simple business transaction.

"So, Prince, what brings you to my home in the Verda Woods? I imagine it must be important."

"Well, actually, I'm a bit lost," Frosty allowed. "I don't know how I wound up here."

The vixen grinned. "Lost? Doubtful. Few travelers find my clearing by mere happenstance."

Gracefully rotating in place and sweeping her hand through the air, blue wisps of magic trailed behind Levina's fingers as she spun. Nervous though he was, Frosty couldn't help admiring it. The vixen moved as if she was dancing. Moments later, the same blue glimmer could be seen shining brilliantly from the tree line surrounding them.

"Woah." Frosty turned his head and confirmed that it was coming from every direction, a ring of magic illuminating the brush beneath the trees at the edge of the clearing, which quickly faded when Levina swiped her hand through the air with an abrupt gesture.

When she faced him once more, Levina was beaming at his visible awe. "I enjoy my privacy." The smile faded when she added, "There are many out there who would label me a witch, and witches are not treated favorably in these parts."

He wasn't sure he wanted to know but asked anyway. "Unfavorably...how?"

"The lucky ones are driven into hiding, such as myself. Others are harassed, hunted, tortured..."

Frosty waved her off before she went into further detail. "Okay, I...you don't need to continue. Cheesus, I'm sorry. That's awful."

Levina nodded, expression warming again at Frosty's sympathy. "This brings us back to the original question: how did you find your way here, Prince?"

Frosty sighed and lifted both hands, waving and shaking his head. "Okay, look. I need to clarify something before we go any further. You haven't threatened to kill me or eat me yet, so I already trust you more than anyone else I've met." Frosty paused a moment as the vixen gave him a curious look.

"I'm not Prince Frosty."

Levina lifted an eyebrow at him, looking skeptical. "You look identical to him in every way. Aside from the wardrobe, anyway."

Frosty chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But I swear to you, I'm not the Prince."

"Yet you share his name?" she inquired.

"It's...a long story, but I'll give you the short version." He proceeded to offer the same explanation that he'd given Prince Frosty about who he was, where he came from, and how he wound up here.

Rather than looking suspicious, Levina's excitement seemed to grow the more she learned. "Traveling between time streams. I wouldn't have never imagined such a thing possible. I've often pondered if alternate worlds were out there, beyond the known planes of existence. Even the most capable mages spend lifetimes studying how to control the flow of time in this realm, and fewer still actually succeed."

Frosty held up a hand. "Well, let me just stop you there. I am not a time traveler. I don't know how things work here, but every place I've ever visited is the same. Time always moves forward. All I can do is jump to the same point in time in another world."

"As far as you know," Levina pointed out with a smirk.

Frosty shrugged and rocked his head. "Well...you're not wrong. We don't pretend to know everything about the universe. Far from it, in fact."

"It also still doesn't answer the question of how you managed to find your way here."

Frosty rolled his eyes. "I have no idea. I appeared in the middle of the forest, smelled smoke and...something...and just followed it until I found the clearing."

Levina's ears perked. "Smoke?" She looked to her cottage. Thick, dark smoke was now rolling from the chimney instead of light wisps. Moments later a gout of green flames erupted from the throat. Gasping, Levina rushed to her cottage and disappeared inside as Frosty looked on. He wondered if he should offer any assistance, but the pillar of fire quickly died down and eventually extinguished.

The vixen emerged from the still-open door afterward, looking rather dejected, wisps of smoke trailing behind her as she stepped outside.

"Uh...everything okay in there?" Frosty asked.

Levina sighed. "It's fine. I lost track of time and forgot about the potion I was brewing."

"Oh, uh...sorry, I guess that's my fault."

She smiled. "No, don't blame yourself. I should know better than to walk away from my work. It's not the first batch that's gone up in smoke, and the hearth keeps everything nicely contained, so there's no harm done."

With a wave, the vixen's clothing began rippling as if pushed by a stiff breeze, then the dirt and grime that she'd collected seemed to vanish before Frosty's eyes, leaving her outfit and apron spotless.

"Woah, wish I could do that. Would save me a ton of time on laundry."

Chuckling, Levina stepped toward him and reached out to touch her index finger to his chest. "You'll have to stick with soap and water, I'm afraid."

Now that she was close, he picked up a new scent in the air, pleasantly sweet and fragrant. Sniffing a few times, he realized it was coming from Levina. "Is that peaches?"

A faint blush crept into the vixen's cheeks as she smiled. "It is. Do you like it?"

Levina smelled like peach candy. "Uh...I mean, yeah. It suits you." Frosty realized it sounded like he was flirting, but before he could add anything more, his stomach rumbled.

Both he and Levina's eyes dropped toward the source, then met again immediately after.

"Er, pardon me," Frosty excused. "I...may have skipped breakfast."

The peachy scent wafting from the vixen's fur wasn't helping, and now that she was directly in front of him instead of being partially obstructed by a planter, Frosty had a good opportunity to admire just how curvy she was. To say Levina's hips were wide was an understatement, and her breasts were nearly as voluptuous.

It took a moment for him to realize he'd been openly staring, a blush coming to Frosty's cheeks as he glanced away. "Oh...I'm sorry, I should..." There was another hungry growl, this one much more pronounced, and he inwardly cursed himself for it.

"No, it's fine. Uh...can I...get you something to eat?"

When he turned his gaze back to Levina, he realized her green eyes were fixated on his stomach, bushy fox tail idly swishing back and forth, expression visibly flustered. A quiet cough snapped her attention back to him, cheeks getting redder when she realized she'd been caught staring.

Well, that's interesting. It only took a moment for him to piece together what Levina was distracted with. He recognized it because he'd done so himself, on many occasions. Frosty considered whether or not to try his luck. She was certainly more than appealing, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to manage. Her hips alone were wider than his head.

Only one way to find out. He'd either get one of the best meals ever, or likely be slapped.

Frosty broke the long pause with a soft croon. "You know, I'd like that. If it's not too much trouble, that is."

"Well, I've got plenty of options. Lots of veggies and fruit that are ripe, so you're in luck. There's also a stream not far from here if you fancy fish, and don't mind working for your meal."

Here goes nothing. Stepping closer, Frosty closed the gap between them until the vixen's large breasts gently pushed against him. He made an exaggerated lick across his lips, flashing his fangs at Levina in the process. "I certainly don't mind working for a meal."

"O-oh, well, then...just give me a moment to grab-"

Grinning widely, Frosty reached around Levina's waist and drew her the rest of the way in. "There's no need. I've got a craving for something more substantial than fish."

The vixen's green eyes were much wider now, further magnified behind her black-rimmed cat's-eye glasses. Her cheeks were also flushed as ever, and she stammered before finally managing to reply, "W-what might that be?"

"Fox," Frosty bluntly stated. He leaned in until their noses touched, a warm breath fogging Levina's glasses when he exhaled. She fidgeted in his embrace, bushy tail swishing noticeably faster. She was wagging, Frosty realized.

"A-ah...I...I see." She tried to add more, but Frosty's tongue rolled across her dark nose, then directly up the top of her muzzle, shifting her glasses when it caught the bridge.

"Like I said, if it's not too much trouble for you," Frosty added. He was delighted to find that the peachy flavor tasted just as good as it smelled, and it made his stomach growl much more insistently.

"U-uh...w-well...perhaps I _could_accommodate you in that," she managed to reply.

Feeling confident as ever, he let his fingers wander Levina's lower back until he located the strings securing her apron. With a gentle tug, the bow came undone. Without prompting, she leaned away from Frosty and reached for the neck of her apron, lifting it over her head and turning to deposit it on the rim of the planter.

"This is going better than I could have hoped," Frosty confessed, still smirking. "I can't help wondering if perhaps...my likeness to the Prince has something to do with it?"

Levina didn't need to answer. Body language made her thoughts clear enough when her tail began furiously wagging, ears bashfully laying back. He could feel her vividly blushing against his nose. Rolling his palms down her waist, he played with the hem of her blouse, inching it upward to let his fingers brush through the soft fur beneath.

"Sh-shall I...remove it as well, my Prince?" she timidly asked.

Frosty grinned widely at being referred as such. "I'd like that." Since she had offered to remove her blouse, he let his hands wander lower until they were resting at the top of Levina's hips. Hungry as he was, he still had doubts over whether or not he'd even be able to manage them. That wouldn't stop him from trying.

He watched intently as Levina timidly reached down and grabbed the bottom of her blouse, lightly palming the vixen's hips and admiring how soft they were. There was a moment of hesitation before she began pulling the shirt up her torso, exposing her creamy belly. Frosty let his hands follow in her wake, tracing the vixen's soft waistline. After another nervous pause, she tugged the shirt free of her breasts and lifted it over her head.

Frosty was greeted by a black bra that seemed to struggle to contain her. He peered upward when his claws brushed the edge of it, silently asking permission to continue. Levina clutched her blouse to her neck, letting it drape loosely across her chest, then nodded to Frosty despite how intensely she was blushing. Following the hem of the dark fabric to the vixen's back, he located the clasp keeping it secure. After a moment of fumbling, the fasteners came undone, the bra swiftly coming loose.

When Frosty drew the straps over her shoulders, Levina found herself holding the front of her bra in place, only just keeping her breasts covered. After Frosty gave an encouraging nod of his own, she lowered her arms, letting both the blouse and bra fall away from her chest. She turned to place her clothing on top of the apron, then faced the cheetah once more. Levina was too flustered to maintain eye contact as the white cheetah took her figure in, folding her arms beneath her breasts to prop them.

"Wow," Frosty breathed, admiring the vixen's ample breasts and dark nipples. "You're...you look stunning," he eventually managed.

"Thank you, Prince," she replied softly, tail still wagging despite her shy demeanor.

Frosty was trying not to openly drool as he admired her. To think, this buxom vixen was allowing him to have her. There was only one thing left to do. Reaching for her skirt, he felt along the hem until he found a set of laces above her tail. A soft hip-wiggle gave him permission, so he began to untie and loosen her skirt. Even undone, it clung to Levina's wide hips, and Frosty had to tug and shimmy the fabric down to remove it, revealing lacy black panties that matched her bra.

Kneeling before the vixen, he lowered the skirt until she was able to step out of it, then deposited it with the rest of her wardrobe on the planter. Returning to her, he gently pressed his nose to Levina's soft belly, taking a deep breath of her peachy scent that made his stomach rumble again. Applying his tongue to the creamy fur, he made the vixen squirm when he began to slurp up the front of her body.

He stopped just short of her breasts, standing upright and grinning to the taller fox. "I could spend all afternoon teasing and lavishing you. And if I can't pull this off, maybe I will. How would you like your Prince to consume you?"

She looked surprised to be given a say. Peering down at her mostly naked figure, she considered briefly and responded, "You could start at my feet."

"With pleasure," Frosty purred, leaning in and touching his nose to her neck for another indulgent sniff and a lick that made her shiver. Stepping forward, he pressed himself close with his arms looped around her waist, nudging Levina back until she gently bumped the wooden planter. As she sat on the rim, Frosty knelt down again, hands traveling along the vixen's thick thighs. He gently lifted her paws off the ground and brought them to his face.

"Last chance to change your mind. I won't be upset," he reassured.

Levina's response was almost immediate, shaking her head quickly. "N-no! Y-you can...you can have me, Prince. I hope you enjoy your meal."

It was all the confirmation he needed. Frosty's jaws parted and without a second thought, he brought Levina's feet into his mouth and wrapped his lips around her ankles. His tongue explored her pads and fuzzy toes, getting a thorough taste of her. The peachy essence was everywhere, he was pleased to discover. Sliding his tongue beneath the vixen's feet, Frosty angled his head back and let them gently press into his throat, gulping to work them down.

Levina bit her lip to muffle a quiet, flustered whine as both feet disappeared, watching him intently and squirming on the edge of the planter as the white cheetah began to crawl his way up her legs with a pleasant, soft purr. Frosty made steady progress with each soft gulp, eyes closed, ears pinned back as he focused on the taste and feel of the luscious vixen sliding into his throat.

As her thighs became steadily thicker in his jaws, Frosty still had doubts, but he wasn't going to stop trying until he was certain it wasn't possible. Given how good she tasted, he wanted more than anything to fill his belly with her, even if it meant he'd be immobilized for a good while. But as he approached the top of her thighs, he was already slowing.

Sensing his difficulty, Levina cooed to the cheetah. "No need to rush, take your time, Prince."

Frosty didn't want to take his time, but knew he needed to. A daunting task was now squirming before his eyes. He hadn't even started squeezing her hips and butt in, and he already had a proper mouthful of vixen. Placing one paw on each hip, he urged Levina to scoot toward him, precariously perching her on the edge of the box.

As his tongue slurped and glazed her thighs with warm cheetah drool, he began to lightly rock his jaws to either side, gulping softly to swallow down mouthfuls of drool, but making little progress. Squeezing her hips, he gently compressed the soft padding and gave a tug, jaws straining to wrap around them.

With a wet, noisy _shhhhlk_Frosty eventually managed to get his cheeks stretched around the widest curve of Levina's hips. It was by far biggest thing he'd fit in his mouth, his jaws aching in protest, but he didn't relent. He'd gotten this far. Frosty quickly discovered, however, that wrapping his jaws around those wide curves was only part of the hurdle. He still had to cram them into his slick throat, and as he swallowed and gently pulled on the top of Levina's hips, they remained lodged in place.

Frosty tried again and again to swallow, throat sliding and squeezing at Levina's thighs, with little success. She was practically sitting in his throat now, but he couldn't quite seem to make the stretch necessary to get her hips down. To make matters worse, the plug was sufficient that he was having trouble breathing around her, even through his nose.

"Oh, no," Levina murmured. "I-it's too much, isn't it? Please don't choke."

Frosty took this as a challenge, rather than reassurance that he could back down. Tightly closing his eyes, he growled quietly around Levina's hips, steeling himself. With a determined shove, he used the top of her hips for leverage, gulping thickly again and again. At first it seemed like he wasn't making any headway, but with another possessive growl, a deep swallow, and finally a wet, suckling slurp, he finally managed to compress Levina's hips enough to get them into his throat.

Levina let out a quiet, vulpine yelp when she abruptly dipped, tail pushed upward and pinned to her back. She had to clutch the edge of the planter tightly to avoid losing her balance. Frosty shimmied closer to her, ensuring that even if she did, the only direction she would be traveling is down the greedy cheetah's gullet. Now that he had secured her thick curves, the meal resumed in earnest, giving a muffled croon around her waist when he felt a pair of feet dip into his stomach, pushing firmly into the slimy walls.

When he opened his eyes again, Frosty was greeted by the sight of the vixen's huge breasts looming ahead. It was a shame that he couldn't see the excitement on her face because of them, but he could clearly feel Levina squirming each time he swallowed. As he worked his way up her midriff, he felt her hands touch his throat, then she shuddered.

"O-oh my...I can...feel myself beneath your fur, slipping into you...k-keep going, sweetie," she purred to him.

He certainly didn't need encouragement at this point, but enjoyed that Levina was offering it. He allowed her to explore his throat a bit more, then took her by the wrists and guided the vixen's hands to his mouth instead of his neck. With a wet slurp, they were plunged in alongside her waist, pinning Levina's arms in place as he began to ingest her upper torso. A pleased murrowl followed when the vixen's thighs and hips dipped into Frosty's swelling belly, which was now sagging onto his lap.

Levina bit her lip to muffle a groan when the cheetah's fangs began nibbling against the underside of her breasts. With her arms trapped, he was free to reach up and squeeze them together, sneaking in a shameless grope that she clearly enjoyed. It was a shame that he couldn't work his tongue over them instead.

Frosty was grateful that her chest was much more malleable than Levina's hips, but still had trouble cramming them into his mouth. He had to squish and compress them together multiple times, though he was mindful not to manhandle them in the process. The rumbling cat eventually succeeded in cramming one breast into his mouth, followed shortly by the other, allowing him to finally peer up at Levina's blushing face.

When he took a heavy swallow that squeezed the vixen's heavy orbs down his neck, Levina surprised him by hunching forward and placing a tender kiss directly on his nose, then cooed sweetly, "Th-thank you for this, Prince..."

His cheeks flushed at the gesture, leaving Frosty to briefly wonder if perhaps Levina had dreamed of feeding the Prince more than she'd let on. Her eyes were shining with enthusiasm. Reaching up, he gently laced his fingers through her purple-streaked hair, then nudged her head down into his jaws and carefully closed them around her.

The cheetah's tongue caressed along the back of Levina's neck, then between her ears as he craned his neck, letting his throat gently coax her into the darkness. One hand followed the shape her features made against his neck, while the other rested atop his huge belly, which was protesting the addition of more vixen than he felt he could handle. But Frosty wasn't going to give up now, only a few lazy gulps short of completely claiming her. Using both hands to knead and push at the vixen in his gut to help her settle in, Frosty shuddered as he finished packing Levina away.

Slumping forward over his stomach, the cheetah took a moment to catch his breath, feeling more bloated than he could ever remember. His stomach was pulled taut around Levina, clearly defining her curvaceous figure. He felt like he might pop.

"Ohhhh, gosh...I can't... hic...believe it," Frosty groaned, languidly resting his cheek against the top of his stomach, listening to the burbling noises it was making. "I wasn't sure I'd make it, but...whoof...you feel divine in there."

Levina could only manage a flustered murmur in response. The cheetah's stomach was so cramped she could scarcely move, but Frosty could feel her attempting to squirm and push at her surroundings.

"Just settle in and relax," he purred, petting over his belly to reassure the vixen inside, as well as his own aching gut. "Gonna take a good...hhff...long while to work you down, I'm sure."

Frosty attempted to lift himself, wobbled, then sank back down to his knees beside the planter. With all that mass in his belly, he wasn't going anywhere. Well, he'd been in worse situations recently. At least it was warm and sunny in Levina's private hideaway. He carefully leaned to one side, lowered himself to the ground, then sprawled out beside his belly, relieved to take the vixen's weight off his legs.

Sighing blissfully, Frosty closed his eyes and savored the sun on his fur, tucking an arm beneath his head while the other draped across his stomach, intermittently groping here and there. He could feel his belly warming as it got to work on his enormous meal.

Frosty couldn't help wondering what she was going to do to his figure. Kanin had left a lasting impact on his hips despite the loop. Would Levina have the same effect?

The cheetah's belly let out a low gurgle, followed by a heavy, peach-flavored belch. A pair of cat-eye glasses landed on top of his belly, dripping with drool and stomach fluids. They were surprisingly undamaged, not even the slightest bit bent. The rest of the vixen likely wouldn't fare as well as her glasses, he knew.

Hm. Hope she knows how to reform, Frosty thought to himself. He hadn't thought to ask, and it felt too late to bring it up now. Oh well. Not my problem now. Letting out another heavy sigh, Frosty smirked to himself as he listened to his belly churning.

He let himself drift as his body dedicated itself to digesting the enormous meal, reveling in the serene moment. Frosty was too lost in predatory bliss to worry about anything else, his stomach gently lulling him to a deep sleep in the vixen's garden...