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Pickra groaned indulgently as his stomach let out a wet burble. His broad paws kneaded down into his belly, compressing and pillowing out the sloshy mass around his fingers. As he massaged and pushed, the organic sounds of the slurry getting drank up by his bowels filled the room. The volume descended lower in his abdomen.

Shortly after, the mass within his belly began to contract, egged on by continued kneading and pressing. Where it was all going was fairly obvious to an outside observer, as gradually the feline's yoga pants stretched out, the text 'private suite' across his rump getting spread by the inflation.

An empty groan sounded out as his stomach returned to its regularly trim flat shape beneath his paws. A rich purr resonated up the feline's chest and throat as his fingertips trailed down over the waistband of the stretchy pants to feel over his gains, the width to his hips and added heft to his cheeks.

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Trissie swam back into wakefulness, drowsy and disoriented. The skunk was nestled into a big soft bed with heavy blankets. Large pillows were cradling her head and clutched in her arms. Warm. Cozy.

A bit foreign.

She slowly opened her eyes and rolled onto her back. A high ceiling greeted her, dark blue spotted with glow in the dark stars stuck in place around the dome light at the center. The glass of the dome was shaded to resemble the moon. Trissie stared up at it.

A thing she'd always wanted to do to her bedroom ceiling, but never got around to.

She sat up slowly, finding herself looking at a TV on the wall, entertainment center beneath covered in well-polished figures from games she enjoyed. Turning her head, she saw a broad window seat set into a bay window, and beyond a beautiful snowscape.

She had never lived somewhere where it snows, and had always longed for the romance of a snowy view out the window.

Turning her head the other way, Trissie saw a large closet, double folding doors partially opened revealing not a nearby row of clothes but the rack going the other way. A walk-in.

A knock on the door caused the skunk to jump in place.

She let out a very undignified squeak as well. "Uh... come in...?"

The door swung open on smooth, slickened hinges, revealing the blue furred cat in his prey-enhanced glory. Tall and svelte from his luscious mane-fluff at his throat to his ample, curvy hips. Pickra slinked into the room, audibly purring already.

The much smaller skunk perked, a blush rushing violet up her cheeks as memories of the night before rushed back to her. Pickra pressing her to the wall, nipping her throat, purring sweet words in her ear... then... jaws spread...

He licked his lips slowly as he arrived at the foot of the bed, jutting his hips to one side. "You know, sweetie, I usually reserve this kind of treatment for my close friends."

Trissie blinked. "Huh?"

"The whole predscape thing." He chuckled. "Friends and those I'd like to spend some alone time with..." He purred and leaned forward and down towards her seated position. "Pampering them~"

She couldn't keep from blushing deeper at his tone.

Pickra stood upright again and rolled his hips like a belly-dancer. "The rest of my meals?" He brought one of his large paws down to swat against his hip, sending a visible wobble from one side to the other, the subtle sound of clapping heard as an echo to the initial impact. "They're just back here for the duration of their stay~"

Trissie had tugged the blanket up to her collarbone, her tail having seemed to inflate from just how fluffed up and flustered she was getting.

Smirking, the big cat toyed with his food further. "Of course..." He hooked his fingers into his yoga pants and tugged lightly downward as he rolled his hips again, turning in place as his waist worked. "You're technically back there right now..." The spandex pulled down far enough over his enhanced cheeks to reveal a white diamond in the dark blue fur on the left side of his tailbase, exactly the same proportions and size as the marking on the skunk's brow.

A whine escaped her throat unbidden as she was shown off just how she was adding to her predator, her legs shifting about under the blankets in a fidgety flustered burst of energy. Trissie bit her lip and averted her eyes, trying to recollect her thoughts left shattered by the weight of the cat's backside.

She perked as something clicked, breaking her fluster. "Close friends and those you want to pamper...?" The skunk looked to his smug face, seeing he had been watching her every reaction to his teasing. "Which am I...?"

Expression softening, the feline pivoted back towards the bed, taking another step. His thumbs were still in the hem of his pants, as if not sure whether to tug the garment the rest of the way off or tug it back over his ample skunk-padded curves. "I was hoping both~"

Trissie bit her lower lip again, sharp fang deforming the plump flesh slightly as she looked up at him. "And... er... what does 'pampering' entail...?"

Pickra removed his hands from his hips, leaning further forward. His fingers pressed into the bedding alongside one of the skunk's legs and he shifted his weight forward. Smoothly his other paw did the same near her hip on the other side as one of his feet got up onto the bed. He was purring intensely enough she could feel it through the bed and vibrating the fur on her body faintly.

She let out a soft squeak, flopping back into the mass of pillows as he continued to crawl up over her.

"How about I show you?" He rumbled, eyes practically hearts as he looked down over her flustered frame. His fluffy tail twitched and curled with excitement as he lowered himself down. "I'll make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world~"