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"This is just fantastic," Frosty grumbled, finding himself once again staring at the ceiling, this time in a room that wasn't his. How long had he been locked in here? There wasn't a clock anywhere in the room, no window that allowed him to see outside, he wasn't permitted to bring his cell phone with him on hops, and the lack of communication with CATS meant that his collar had no idea what time it was here, either.

Frosty had attempted to establish contact several times without success. He knew it wouldn't work but tried anyway, just to give himself something to do. Trying to get rest was also a lost cause. He'd nodded off a few times, and couldn't be sure for how long, but he felt too restless to make a conscious effort to sleep.

A firm knock caused him to jump in surprise and sit upright in bed. When the door unlocked, Frosty wondered who would be there to greet him. Prince Fomo had indicated he would "deal with this in the morning." Hopefully the mouse had woken up in a better mood if that was the case.

He was instead met by the same dark jackal that had seen him off earlier. Frosty didn't know whether to consider this a good or bad omen.

"The Prince requests your audience in the throne room. You will be escorted."

Balls. The last time he'd met with Prince Fomo in the royal hall, it had been for Lady Catherine's sentencing. The guard stepped aside as he reluctantly rose from the bed. Might as well face his fate with some dignity. When he emerged from the room, Frosty was met with a second guard, then the trio proceeded through the dim corridor.

Frosty attempted to contact CATS as he followed close behind but was met with another error. There appeared to be no way out of this. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves when they paused in front of the elaborate doors leading to the royal hall, but it had little effect.

As soon as the doors opened, there was a nudge at Frosty's shoulder, prompting him to walk. He stared at the floor with each step, nearly walking directly into one of the guards when they halted near the front of the room.

The jackal spoke up. "The sorcerer, as you requested, Prince."

Frosty was still staring at the floor, ears laid back as he awaited his fate. Instead, the cheetah was met with a tight embrace that pushed his face into thick white fur. It took several seconds for his brain to process that he was being hugged. When he took a breath through the soft fluff, he realized it wasn't Prince Fomo that was hugging him. It was a different, equally familiar scent.

"Heeee, heya, chee!" Forest enthusiastically greeted.

When the embrace finally relaxed, Frosty leaned away to get a good look, just to make sure he wasn't imagining it. Sure enough, he was met with the grey and white wuff, not Prince Fomo, who was beaming to see him. Curiously, Forest was dressed in the same vibrant blue silk garments that he'd seen the mouse wearing.

"Wh- But...you're not supposed to be..." Frosty stammered before he was finally able to compose himself. "Forest, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Getting you out of trouble!" the wuff proudly stated.

"I...what...how?" Frosty started sputtering all over again.

Forest looked to the guards and nodded. "Leave us. I'd like to speak privately."

"As you wish, Prince." They both bowed politely and departed, closing the door to the throne room behind them and leaving Frosty alone with Forest.

"Prince?" Frosty blurted as soon as they were alone.

Forest shrugged. "As soon as I got here, everyone started calling me Prince Wuff, and they keep bringing me bunnies as offerings, so...I dunno why they think that! But I'm not complaining. Though a couple of them started referring to me as 'Insatiable One' because of how many bunnies I've had."

"Okay, sure. Nothing else makes sense here so I'll just go with it. But that still doesn't answer how you're here."

Forest chuckled. "Well, I had this gut feeling that my spottycat might be in trouble, and it's not hard to track you down when you're padded with bunny." His hands wandered to Frosty's hips and gave a soft squeeze.

The explanation made even less sense to him. "Tracked me down? Wuff, we're in an entirely different timeline here. This isn't just a matter of following your nose and sniffing me out."

"And I still managed to find you!" Forest was wagging, looking quite proud of himself.

Frosty was still struggling to wrap his head around it. He was now convinced he'd either been knocked out by the guard and was dreaming up all of this or was suffering a concussion. After he pinched himself, however, he winced at the painful sensation. Okay, _probably_not dreaming.

"What's the matter, chee? Aren't you happy to see me?" Forest asked, looking concerned.

"No, no, I absolutely am happy to see you here instead of Fomo. But...Forest, you're telling me you've managed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, found your way into a completely different timeline than you're supposed to be in, simply because you had an intuition that I might be in trouble, and used Kanin's contribution to my _hips_to find me like some kind of interdimensional bunny butt-beacon?"

"Exactly!" Forest was rapidly wagging again, giving the cheetah's hips another fond squeeze at his mention of them.

"I...have no words," Frosty finally replied, exasperated as ever.

"Look, how I wound up here isn't important. I'm just happy you're okay."

"Yeah...yeah, me too," Frosty agreed. "So, what's your exit strategy here?"

The wuff pondered for a moment, then shrugged, which was hardly reassuring.

"Wait, so...you came to rescue me, find me, or whatever, and had no _plans_on how to get back?"

"I mean...I figured once I found you, everything would just work out."

Frosty blinked, looking dumbfounded all over again. "Wuffie, I love you, but no. Things don't just 'work themselves out.'"

Forest cocked his head. "Sure, they do! When stuff seems really bad, even when it seems nothing is going right, it always works out in the end, right?"

The cheetah sighed. He knew he wouldn't win this debate, shaking his head defeatedly. "I wish I had half your optimism and enthusiasm, wuffie."

"I wouldn't be 'Forest' without it," he cheerfully added.

Frosty chuckled. As absurd as the situation was, it was a relief to see Forest. At least he was in good company. "So, what now?" he asked.

"Well, I doubt the guards are gonna let us hang out in the throne room alone forever."

Frosty glanced back at the door. "Yeah, you're probably not wrong. Tell you what, you just keep doing...whatever it is you're doing here, pretending to be the Prince, and I'll hunker down for a bit and keep trying to get ahold of CATS." He paused a moment, then shook his head. "I still can't believe they think you're the Prince."

"If it means more bunnies, I'm fine with it," Forest grinned.

The cheetah sighed and rested his face against his palm. "You're incorrigible. I'm gonna head back to my room."

"Try not to get eaten!" Forest said with a silly smirk.

Frosty's neck bristled, but he promptly turned away before his friend could see that he'd unknowingly struck a nerve. "No promises."

The guards were waiting for him when he emerged through the double doors. "If your business is concluded, we will escort you back to your room."

He shrugged and gestured forward. "Lead the way."

When they arrived, one of the guards bowed to Frosty. "Dinner will be brought to you shortly. You've been permitted to leave the room at your leisure, provided a guard accompanies you."

Well, it was better than being imprisoned. "That won't be an issue," Frosty reassured. He didn't plan to wander the palace, given that being under guard in his room was probably the safest place he could be.

Sitting down on his bed, Frosty went through the steps of anchoring himself again. He still didn't expect it to work. After initiating the process, he slid fully onto the bed and sprawled back.

"Why on earth is Forest here?" he asked himself aloud.

His friend had no association with CATS, aside from an informal agreement to return Frosty's belongings should he be devoured by either Forest or Fomo - a frequent occurrence. The grey and white wuff didn't possess any unusual abilities that he was aware of, either. Despite that, Forest had somehow found his way here. Twice now, Frosty realized, unaware that his "first" encounter with Forest in this world had only been his imagination at work, courtesy of Lady Catherine's spell.

"Anchor Established: transmitting code." Frosty was so distracted with his thoughts that he chirped in surprise and leapt up. It had taken longer than it should have, but Frosty was anchored.

He felt a surge of hope and immediately reached to his collar confirm that he was anchored. The computerized voice in his earpiece affirmed his status and proceeded to read out the known details of his current timeline.

"Oh, thank fu-"

Before Frosty could finish, the voice spoke up again. "Warning: timeline anomalies detected. Hazardous levels of timeline instability detected. Immediate extraction is advised."

"YOU THINK?" Frosty blurted out.

His fingers scrambled over the collar to make his extraction request. He didn't know how long he would have contact with CATS. Just before confirming the command, Frosty stopped.

"Oh, crap. Wuffie," he realized. What would happen to Forest if he successfully hopped back to his own timeline? Would he be able to find his way back? Or would he be stranded?

It wasn't worth the risk. He jumped to his feet and hurried toward the door, yanking it open. Frosty took half a step forward, then planted his foot firmly into the ground and hopped in place to avoid rushing headlong into a tall kitchen hand that was balancing a silver tray, fist still raised to knock on the door Frosty had just thrown open.

The imposing blue feline that was waiting at the door looked just as surprised as Frosty, bobbling the food tray as they drew it back to avoid the white cheetah that had rushed toward them. The servant quickly grabbed the tray with their free hand to balance it, breathing a sigh of relief once it was steadied.

Frosty blinked in recognition as he peered up at the taller feline. The blue-toned fur and thick, fluffy blue mane around his neck was unmistakable. "Pickra?"

Hearing his name caught the cat by surprise. "Uh, I am. Have we met?"

Frosty looked puzzled, but recalled where he was before he said anything. It was a surprise to meet the familiar blue feline here, but he had to remind himself that it most likely wasn't the same Pickra he knew in his own timeline. "Uh...I'm pretty sure we have."

"Perhaps at one of the Prince's banquets," Pickra offered. "Unfortunately, I don't have much time for getting acquainted at the moment. I've been instructed to bring you dinner, then I must return to finish preparing the Prince's own meal. He'll be having cat, if I keep him waiting."

The blush that followed gave Frosty the impression that this wasn't an undesirable outcome. "Well, I won't delay you, then. Come in." He stepped aside and gestured in.

With a warm smile, Pickra entered the room and placed the silver tray on a small table with a single chair. As Frosty looked on, he realized the cat was only wearing a white apron, hips swaying contently as he moved. Frosty couldn't help smirking. It seemed on-point for the Prince's staff.

When Pickra lifted the silver lid, Frosty was greeted with a medley of scents that made his stomach growl: roast turkey, potatoes, vegetables, and a glass of what appeared to be wine. Resting on a small dish beside the main course was a single chocolate truffle.

"Enjoy your meal," Pickra purred, stepping away from the table and placing both hands behind his back.

The meal looked too good to pass up. He'd eat quickly, then track down Forest to figure things out once he was finished. "Thank you. It looks wonderful."

Pickra beamed at the compliment, but remained where he stood as Frosty moved toward the small table. When the cheetah moved to sit, the blue feline lifted a hand and coughed quietly.

"Hmm?" Frosty turned and looked, then realized by the expectant look on Pickra's face that he was waiting for something. Waiting for what, exactly? "Uh...you're free to go," Frosty suggested, wondering if he was simply waiting for permission.

It wasn't what he was waiting for. With a soft "ahem" Pickra brought one hand to his front to gesture at his white apron, bringing attention to what was written on the chest: "Kiss the Cook Kitty."

Oh. Frosty hadn't noticed it, giving a slightly suspicious look. "Uh, you're not gonna try anything funny, like eating me, are you?"

The inquiry made Pickra chuckle. "Only if you want me to. But it would have to wait until after the Prince has had his dinner."

Frosty's cheeks warmed. "Ah...I'll...give it some thought. But for now..." He moved away from the table and strolled up to the waiting cat, who placed both hands behind his back once more. Standing on his toes to reach him, Frosty moved to place a little peck on the blue cat's nose.

It clearly wasn't enough. Reaching down, a pair of large blue hands came to rest on Frosty's cheeks and pulled him up for a proper kiss on the lips that lingered for several seconds. When they parted, Frosty's cheeks were brightly flushed, much to the other cat's satisfaction.

"Feel free to leave the tray outside your door when you finish. And do let me know if you'd like to get better acquainted sometime." With a wink, Pickra turned and departed, showing off his bare rump as he confidently strolled out and closed the door behind himself.

He was still a bit stunned at the extended kiss. Well, that happened. At least he'd kept his word on not eating Frosty. The cheetah turned and sat down to his meal, which tasted every bit as good as it smelled, he was pleased to discover. It felt a shame to rush, but he didn't want to take any longer than necessary in case his collar was at risk of losing connection again.

Drinking down the last of the wine, Frosty reached for the chocolate truffle and slipped it into his mouth. Rich and creamy, as it melted onto his tongue, there was something oddly familiar about it. When it broke open, he was greeted by a decadent core that made his mouth tingle. The rich filling had brandy in it. Gently rolling the truffle back and forth to help it soften, he noticed a slip of paper tucked beneath the small dessert plate.

Reaching for the folded sheet, Frosty swallowed the melted confection. As soon as he opened it and saw the message scrawled across the paper, he wished he hadn't.

? Compliments of Lady Catherine ?

"Oh, hell." The warm, tingling sensation that he'd presumed to be from the alcoholic filling was now spreading through his belly.

He had to rid himself of it. Frosty moved to stick his fingers down his throat, with the hopes that it wasn't already too late. But as he poked two fingers between his lips, he could feel his arm already becoming heavy. Leaning to the side, he hunched down and tried to gag himself, only to topple over in the process. He managed to catch himself somewhat as he landed on the floor beside the table, immediately rolling onto his side.

The room was quickly growing unfocused, dizziness making it difficult to lift his head. When he attempted to push himself up, the room lurched as if he was drunk. His surroundings began to spin, prompting him to turn fully onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

This can't be happening. It was the last thing to go through his mind before Frosty blacked out.

* * * * * * * * * *

With a groan, Frosty rolled onto his side when he came to. He blinked as the room around him slowly came back into focus. His mind was foggy, limbs and head felt like lead, but his strength was gradually returning. Eventually he managed to prop himself with an elbow, lifting the other hand to rub his face.

How long had he been unconscious? There was no telling. To his surprise, as he peered about, he found he was still in the bedroom he'd blacked out in. Neither he, nor anything in the room appeared to have been disturbed. Even the food trays were as he left them on the table. Perhaps it hadn't been long, after all.

Frosty lightly shook his head to perk himself and work off the groggy feeling. It felt unusually heavy still, especially when he moved, but he assumed it to be an after-effect of whatever he'd been drugged with. His mouth was also unbearably dry, prompting him to cautiously stand so he could get something to drink. Once on his feet, however, he paused for a long moment to stare down at them.

"Oh, man. My feet are huge," he observed, wiggling his fuzzy toes. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to further clear his head, then checked again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Nope. Much bigger than his paws should have been. They weren't the dainty cheetah feet he was used to, and it felt weird to walk when he strolled toward a glazed pitcher of water. Perhaps another side-effect.

As he ran fingers through his hair while filling a glass, Frosty glanced toward a mirror standing near the far wall. He froze at sight of the person looking back, so shocked that he continued pouring until the glass was overflowing onto the table.

There wasn't a sleek, curvy cheetah in the mirror. Frosty had long, slender ears with black tips, a much more petite muzzle with a set of pearly incisors peeking from his upper lip, plus a small puff of a white tail. Instead of a spotted cat, he was met with the image of a spotted bunny.

Slamming the pitcher down on the table, he scrambled toward the mirror to get a closer look. He traced his fingers along the lengthy rabbit ears, opened his mouth to confirm the presence of oversized buck teeth instead of fangs, and turned to look at his backside and inspect his tail. It made sense now why his feet had appeared so much larger than they should have been.

"Oh, come on," he whined. "You can't be serious. Everything else, and now this?" At least he still had his feminine figure.

Frosty leapt off the floor with a yelp when someone knocked on his door. Of all the timing...

"H-hello?" he timidly called, remaining where he was in front of the mirror.

"Prince Forest has requested to speak with you again," came the reply.

_Balls. _ "Uh...n-not a good time," Frosty stammered. "Can it wait?"

"I would prefer not to keep our Prince waiting."

Frosty quietly groaned in frustration. "Fine, I just...need a minute."

"Very well. I'll escort you when you're ready."

Frosty grumbled as he returned to the mirror. He couldn't let Forest see him like this. He knew what would happen if he did.

What were his options? There didn't appear to be any clothing in the room that he could use to disguise his lapin features. He could try extracting, but the idea of leaving his friend here still didn't sit well with him, even in the current circumstances.

Then again...

The gears started turning. Forest had somehow found his way here, allegedly because of the bunny currently lingering on Frosty's hips. If that were true, perhaps Frosty being entirely rabbit would have an even stronger pull on the wuff.

As soon as he finished the thought, Frosty recognized it was an asinine plan. It was nonsense, but so was everything else about his situation. It was either that or go along with the guard to meet "Prince" Forest, with a predictable outcome.

"Well, I got nothing to lose," Frosty shrugged. "If he can't find a way back, I'll just...uh..."

Felix's words came to mind. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Reaching for his collar, he made a swipe to awaken it, then began tapping out the request for an emergency extraction. To his surprise, nothing happened. Peering at the mirror, he was alarmed to see a featureless matte black collar around his neck, rather than an illuminated surface. Making another swipe yielded the same result. It wasn't responding to him for some reason.

Frosty tried a diagnostic command instead of his usual gesture. A band of light swept along the collar, followed by a voice in his earpiece: "User biometrics could not be verified. Device is locked out."

"What? Why isn't it-" It immediately dawned why when he looked to the bunny in the mirror.

The details for verified CATS users were very specific. If his hardware didn't detect an exact match to what was stored in its memory, it wouldn't respond to his inputs. He was now locked out from his own collar and CATS suit because he'd been turned into a bunny.

There was another knock at the door and his large ears perked. Frosty sighed defeatedly and shook his head at himself in the mirror. He was out of ideas, so he may as well roll with it.

"Coming," he announced, then turned away from his reflection. At least I make for a hecking cute bunny...

* * * * * * * * * *

As soon as the pair stepped into the royal hall, the wuff's eyes locked onto him. Even from across the room, he could see Forest begin to drool at the sight as he wagged.

"By your request, Prince Forest," the guard greeted.

The grey wuff rose from his seat and approached, tongue rolling across his lips to dab away the gathering wetness. With a low growl, he moved toward Frosty to get a better look at him. Though he was no longer a cheetah, he featured the same markings, coloration, and build as his usual feline self.

"Gosh, what a treat," Forest rumbled. His stomach audibly agreed with the observation. "This is by far the best one yet."

"I hope you enjoy him, Oh, Insatiable One," the jackal replied.

"Oh, I know I will," he reassured. "Leave us."

"Certainly." The guard bowed, then excused himself from the room, closing the doors as he'd done previously.

The moment they were alone, Forest swiftly closed the gap and wrapped his arms tightly around Frosty's waist, tail now wagging in a rapid blur. Leaning in, he noisily sniffed to take in the pleasant vanilla scent, followed by an indulgent lick up the side of Frosty's neck.

"Mmh, you taste just as good as you look, spotty bunny," he murmured, stomach making another deep growl that Frosty could clearly feel.

He couldn't help blushing brightly. This was far from an unusual situation to find himself in, especially with Forest. But as greedy as the wuff often got around him, even when he teased at Forest treating him like a "spotty bunny," he'd never truly experienced the wuff's appetite for rabbits.

"Th-thanks," Frosty timidly murmured. "I-I'm not just any spotted bunny, though. It's me..."

Before he could finish, Forest's arms tightened, hugging him close. "Heee, don't you think I'd recognize my favorite food? Of course, I know who you are. And I'm gonna enjoy feeling you wiggling and digesting for me all the more, because of it."

"B-but...your diet," Frosty reminded, though it was hardly a protest.

Nuzzling into Frosty's neckfur again, the wuff began to nibble him. "I won't tell if you won't. Not that you'll be able to, once my belly is done with you, bellyslut..."

"O-oh, gosh..." Frosty murmured, face growing hotter still. His knees were becoming weak from the attention.

"Diet or no, I'm not gonna miss this for the world," the wuff rumbled. "Apologies in advance for how rough it's gonna be, chee-bun. But wuffie's belly really wants you."

"O-okay." He couldn't say no. It was Forest. Hearing the wuff's belly rumbling, growling for him, specifically...he wanted this almost as much as Forest did.

Forest didn't give him a chance to voice his desires. The wuff straightened up and squeezed his bunny against himself with a possessive hug, audibly licking his lips one more time before those dripping jaws abruptly lunged over Frosty's head. In a moment, the wuff's arms shifted from hugging his waist to greedily snatching up his hips, scooping his hands around the generous curves and hoisting Frosty up.

Drool was dripping over him, thoroughly slicking his fur as his face was crammed into Forest's throat, filling his ears with an approving growl and wet suckling. The slimy passage clenched around him immediately, surging the spotted meal downward toward the wuff's rumbling belly. With a few hasty gulps his shoulders and chest were being crammed in, hardly slowing his ravenous friend.

Frosty couldn't help squirming with flustered excitement. He'd gotten Forest's appetite severely worked-up before, but not like this. There was barely any hesitation between gulps, the wuff noisily glrrrking and growling as he ate. It wasn't a romantic, intimate exchange where Forest was taking his time to savor and delight in his spotted meal. He was being treated like food. A large piece of wiggling, blushing meat that Forest was quickly working down his throat whole.

He felt Forest heft up his lower body, the awkward angle of his frame being bent into the wuff's throat straightening out. Large bunny feet squirmed in the air as the already-rapid descent picked up, plunging Frosty to his waist in the tight, clenching confines of his predator's gullet.

A loud growl made itself known, hinting at just how close Frosty was to spilling into Forest's gut. But that realization was briefly forgotten when his hips were wrapped up in the wuff's dripping jaws. Forest was already lapping and liberally tasting the slender lapin body on his tongue, but he put special focus on Frosty's curviest feature. Even through his CATS suit, the pressure of the warm tongue pushing over his crotch and hips had Frosty groaning and shivering. He couldn't help that he was fully erect, but he also wasn't complaining.

After a long moment, a deep gulp shoved Frosty's face into the belly that was noisily demanding his presence, hips vanishing into Forest's throat. The wuff was grabbing and pulling on his legs again, forcing Frosty to curl into the cramped space while Forest groaned delightedly. With most of the curvy bunny packed into his throat, it only took a few more deep, rapid gulps to finish off his legs.

A pair of large bunny feet wiggled at Forest, eliciting another growl as he stuffed them into his mouth and firmly gulped to whisk the last of his meal away. The wuff's belly gurgled as Frosty settled into the cramped space, the slick walls pulling taut against him. A pair of hands immediately began to push and squeeze possessively over him, smearing slimy fluids that were already pooling around Frosty.

A deep, sated growl reverberated against Frosty, followed by a deep belch that pulled his surroundings even tighter to him. "Oooooh, gosh...such a delicious, filling bunny."

He'd only just been tucked in, but Frosty could already feel the wuff's belly getting to work. Forest had promised him "special bunny treatment" in the past, after Frosty playfully referred to himself as wuffie's spotted bunny, and he could vividly remember how intense of an experience it had been. Now he truly was a rabbit, and the wuff's stomach was regarding him as such. Frosty whimpered when the walls tightly clenched against him, knees being pushed into his chest, joints protesting the rough treatment that he'd been warned of.

Despite it all, he was still blushing hotly. Even as digestive fluids soaked through his CATS suit and began to loosen clumps of fur and soften him, Frosty was groaning and fully erect. It was shameful how much he enjoyed it, but he felt spoiled with the fact that all of the wuff's attention was currently focused on him. Nothing else about his situation was important anymore; he belonged to Forest's belly.

"Rrrrrf, that's it," Forest growled, hands groping and pushing at him, helping his stomach work. "Settle in like a good bunny...let wuffie digest you alive."

Frosty was content to do exactly that. Perhaps that's what made it so liberating, he realized. His fate was determined; all he had to do was relax and let it happen.

And it was happening quickly. The tingling sensation was growing more intense across his body, the undulations of Forest's stomach picking up, recognizing the presence of a delicious bunny. His joints were aching, tension building until Frosty felt a pop that made him chirp, followed by several more throughout his body.

The awareness of his figure being digested abruptly grew more distant and dulled. He could still feel pressure from the wuff's abdominal muscles working him over, but it now felt more like a deep, firm massage. The illusion was enhanced by the fact that Forest was feeling him out with both hands, both to aid his gut in churning down his bunny and relish how quickly he was softening.

"Mmh, churning down so well for me. Gonna be nothing left when I'm finished, chee-bun."

As Frosty's awareness continued to fade, his thoughts dwelled on the wuff's promise.

Nothing left. It sounded more appealing than being stuck in a time loop indefinitely. Considering the circumstances, being utterly ruined by a close friend wouldn't be such a bad way to go. He found himself surprisingly content with the idea as his surroundings closed in, making it the last thing to go through Frosty's mind.

Crrrrrnnnnch...