Becoming One with Nature

Story by lukesnowcat on SoFurry

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While Frosty is out on hike enjoying nature, he comes across a rather unusual bunny, who turns out to be much more than he initially assumed. With a little coercion and lot of sexually-aggressive teasing, he agrees to share her company. In return, she helps Frosty become closer with nature.


I've had this one finished for a bit and just haven't gotten around to posting it until now. Mental health is a bitch. I was hoping this would kickstart my creative mojo so I could work on a bigger project that is owed, but that wasn't the case. I got just enough mojo to get through this, and now it's nowhere to be found again.

Burnout sucks.

That aside, thanks for letting me write this story for you, Kayte! It was a lot of fun! I do thoroughly enjoy the end product. Yes, it is a completely self-indulgent story that I just wanted to do to scratch an itch.

Kayte belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kaithiel

Frosty belongs to me


It was a perfect day for hiking. About time. Frosty had grown weary of the back-and-forth Spring weather; warm and pleasant one day, snowing the next, repeat. The cheetah's tail swished contently as he walked the trail, pleased that he'd only met a handful of other travelers. It was nice to get out for a bit and find a quiet spot to clear his mind. The hiking path curved around the foot of a lush canyon, and as the white cheetah rounded the corner he was greeted by a serene meadow. The flowers weren't blooming yet, but thick green grass had begun to erupt from the ground and the trees had revealed their leaves.

A perfect place to stop and have a snack. A wooden bench carved from a thick log offered a place to rest his feet. Settling in, Frosty took in his surroundings as he wiggled himself free of his backpack straps. After taking a few photos of the canyon meadow, he began to rummage through his pack until he found lunch: jerky, fruit snacks, and protein bars.

Frosty's ears perked to listen to his surroundings as he chewed on a hunk of jerky. There was a faint breeze rustling the trees, birds chirping, and nothing more. No screaming neighborhood children, no honking or noisy diesel trucks, just him and nature.

Crack.

The cheetah's round ears stood fully erect as he lowered the bag of jerky, eyes scanning the meadow and tree line. He wasn't truly alone here, he knew. Wildlife was often well-hidden, predator and prey alike. The former was the bigger concern. There weren't many predators Frosty needed to be wary of, but bears and mountain lions weren't uncommon in an environment like this.

He heard another muted crackle and swiveled his ears and head toward the source, hackles raising nervously. The breeze kicked up again, making the bushes quietly rustle. All the better to conceal a hunter. Through the thick brush at the edge of the meadow, he briefly spotted movement. It was difficult to make out a shape, but he could swear he'd seen someone walking beneath the trees.

"Hello?" Frosty called out, making himself known. There was no reply. He repeated himself, louder this time, but was again met with nothing.

Okay, maybe I should get moving. Stuffing his snacks into the pack and reaching to shoulder it, he paused when he caught movement in the undergrowth again. The branches shifted, then Frosty realized that whatever it was, the creature wasn't overly large. The cheetah's keen eyes focused on the source, carefully watching until he was able to make out a shape beneath the shrubs.

A small brown rabbit emerged from the undergrowth and Frosty breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. A bunny. He'd gotten all worked up over a wild bunny. Lifting his cell phone, he tried to take a photo, but grumbled that his subject was too far away. He simply observed instead, watching as the rabbit slowly moved through the brush and sniffed the air from time to time.

_ Am I upwind?_ He didn't intend to disturb the wildlife. A small brown head turned his direction, then the rabbit stood upright, checking the air again. Well, the breeze was definitely carrying his scent. Frosty stayed put, remaining as still as he could. He knew he'd been detected. A pair of dark eyes were clearly turned his direction.

To his surprise, the rabbit lowered to all-fours and began to move toward him. A few hops, a wary pause, then a few more feet closer. When the bunny stood again, Frosty slowly lifted his phone for another attempt at a photo. The rabbit didn't flinch, even when his phone audibly confirmed taking a picture. It almost felt like the wild rabbit was posing for him.

After a long moment the gap between them closed further. He'd been approached by wildlife before, mostly squirrels, chipmunks, and birds that had grown accustomed to friendly travelers willing to offer a handout. Frosty remained as still as he could manage, intermittently capturing photos as the bunny crept closer and closer. He was captivated by this small creature curiously investigating him.

Soon, the rabbit was at his feet, standing up on its hind legs again. He could clearly see the small slits at its nose flaring rapidly as it checked his scent.

Don't move a muscle, Frosty reminded himself, aside from a thumb hovering over the shutter button on his phone. With a cautious swipe he switched to video capture and tapped the record button, just in time to catch the bunny sniffing at his bare feet. He wanted to narrate, but worried that it would startle his curious guest away.

The white cheetah ended up being surprised, instead. The bunny crouched and leapt up swiftly, landing perfectly on his thighs. Frosty flinched and leaned away, but managed to barely contain his startled chirp. There was now a wild bunny in his lap.

Is this actually happening? He didn't dare breathe, keeping still once more as the rabbit's muzzle began to explore him. It sniffed at his thighs, then pockets. Was it looking for food, he wondered? When a pair of paws touched his stomach, Frosty allowed himself to break silence, marveling at the small bunny checking him out.

"Gosh, you're awfully friendly for a wild rabbit," he quietly murmured. "Afraid I don't have any treats suitable for a bunny, though."

The rabbit stood upright and peered up at him. A small paw moved to its mouth, followed by a petite giggle.

"WAH!" Frosty jumped at the noise and chirped loudly, knocking his pack over and dropping his cell phone, which clattered and landed face-down on the bench beside him. His heart raced as he stared down at the brown rabbit. "D-did you just...was that...?"

The bunny smirked, something he'd never seen a wild rabbit do. It rose up further, now standing fully on its hind feet in a distinctly un-rabbit-like bipedal stance. "What's the matter, never seen a magic bunny before?"

The cheetah's eyebrows furrowed at the question. "Uh...I mean...yeah? Technically? Not a wild one, though." Why is the rabbit talking? He glanced over at his pack, wondering if someone had slipped catnip into his food. Sure, there were plenty of anthropomorphic creatures in his world, big and small, but it was certainly a first for him to encounter sentient wildlife.

"Maybe this will help." The small rabbit clapped its front paws together, followed immediately by a brilliant flash of blue light.

When the bloom subsided from his vision, Frosty found himself staring into a pair of striking green eyes and a smirking gaze, bordered by flowing brown hair. He was too shocked to be startled this time. His eyes briefly glanced down to investigate the larger figure in his lap, but when he was greeted by a pair of large, perky breasts pressed to his front, he immediately snapped his attention back to her grinning face. Very much female, he noted, cheeks getting hot. Also very naked.

"Better?" she asked.

Frosty was having trouble keeping still, well aware of the nude body in his lap. "Erh...a--a bit."

A pair of arms reached up to drape around the cheetah's shoulders, drawing the pair closer to one another. She felt rather warm against him. There was also a pleasant scent wafting off her body.

"A pleasure to meet you, then. I'm Kayte. I apologize if I'm a bit forward. A girl gets lonely, when so few travelers visit my meadow. Especially when Spring rolls around."

"I--I'm Frosty," he murmured after a moment, his mind still distracted by the voluptuous figure seated on his thighs. He was having trouble processing what was taking place. "Uh...why Spring?"

Katye leaned down and gently touched her nose to his neck, sniffing at the white fur and murmuring sweetly. "I have a certain...affinity for folks who make the trek here. Especially those willing to indulge in a bunny's company. The urge gets particularly strong after a cold winter with no visitors."

Frosty had a decent idea what she was inferring, but asked anyway. "I--indulge how?"

The reply was a subtle gyration of Kayte's hips against his lap, confirming his suspicions. Her lips gently brushed his neck, sending a shiver up his back.

Gulping timidly, Frosty tried not to give in to temptation. "I...uh...oh gosh...I dunno..."

A soft breath rolled over his fur, then Kayte's muzzle lifted to croon into his ear. "Nervous?"

He nodded lightly. "Y-yeah, a bit," Frosty admitted. "Not often that I get seduced by someone I just met. Certainly not while I'm hiking." He neglected to mention the flings he'd had at nightclubs with random strangers, as a young adult brimming with hormones.

Kayte's hips shifted again with clearer intent, her thighs gently squeezing the cheetah's waist. "Happy to spice up your outdoor adventure, if you'd like," she offered.

He opened his mouth to reply, but when the svelte rabbit continued grinding against his crotch, he could only manage a soft groan. The barriers were falling; his body was beginning to react to her attention of its own volition.

"Erh...well..." Frosty trailed off when another groan escaped, feeling his pants growing tight.

"Would be a first for me, as well. Never encountered such a delightful-looking feline of your type before."

"Th--thanks," he murmured, grabbing at the bench behind himself so he wouldn't grab the bunny grinding against him instead. "I-if you're wondering, I-I'm a cheetah."

"Well, dear cheetah, you certainly seem interested, and since I haven't heard an outright 'no' from you yet..." Kayte trailed off and lowered her hands from the cheetah's shoulders. Her fingertips brushed through his fur as they wandered down his back, then sides, earning a squirm. The flushed color in Frosty's cheeks bloomed brightly when he felt her hands lightly graze his lap.

Biting his lip to muffle the groan that followed, he shut his eyes tightly and slumped forward. The tawny rabbit's fingers intimately caressed him through his jeans, feeling out the distinct shape that was proudly standing between them. Despite his hesitance, Frosty didn't object when she began to undo his pants.

"Mmmh, I can feel how eager you are," Kayte cooed, gently nudging Frosty's head down by resting her chin between his ears. It forced him to rest his own chin atop her soft breasts, further fueling his vivid blush as she slipped a hand down the front of his open jeans.

When her fingers dipped into his boxers, Frosty gasped sharply and shuddered. He couldn't deny the thrill of being fondled by this recently met rabbit. Despite a considerable number of sexual encounters he'd experienced over the years, it always felt like a fresh start when he shared one with a new individual. And it consistently brought his shy, timid self to the surface, in contrast to the sex-positive cat his close friends were accustomed to.

Frosty couldn't help grinding when Kayte's fingers curled fully around his shaft and began to delicately stroke. He groaned through a bit lip, ears laying back as he let the weight of Kayte's chin nudge him into her cleavage.

"Such a sweet cat. I wonder if you'll keep trying to hush yourself, or if I'll get to hear your yowls echoing through the canyon?"

Frosty didn't think it was possible to blush any more than he already was, but Kayte's teasing remark caused his face to further erupt. He mumbled into her cleavage that cheetahs don't yowl, cheeks hot enough that he was certain she could feel it.

"Only one way to find out," she remarked.

He didn't need to ask for clarification. Kayte's hips shifted in his lap again, pressing their bellies together and pinning the erect feline shaft between. Her lower body rolled, thighs squeezing when Frosty felt a warm, slick patch rubbing against the underside of his cock. She stroked her crotch up and down his length, smearing it with wetness and letting out a quiet groan of her own.

The white cheetah kept his muzzle firmly nestled into her cleavage to hide himself as her butt finally lifted from his thighs. A thumb and finger gently curled around the base of his shaft, pointing it forward slightly as she moved in. Now it was Frosty's turn to groan, feeling his tip caressed by warm, slick bunny nethers. Kayte didn't immediately lower herself onto it, drawing out the intimate moment by massaging her fingers up and down the base of his shaft, feeling him throb in response.

Frosty's heart was racing with excitement; he could clearly feel his partner's rapid pulse against his face as well. He was too shy to admit it, but he wanted her to sit down more than anything. The tawny rabbit seemed to share his sentiment. Gentle pressure weighed down on his tip, followed by a shaky groan from both parties when he began to slip in.

The sultry bunny had felt warm on the surface, but Frosty could scarcely believe how much steamier she felt inside. Even Kayte's supple breasts couldn't properly muffle him when her weight came to rest on his thighs once more. She was silky smooth, walls intimately hugging his shaft, oozing warm, gooey fluids onto Frosty's sheath and crotch.

Pushing his hips upward, Frosty ensured that he was fully hilted, hands gripping at the back of his seat tightly. Kayte's emerald eyes closed as she moaned, rocking her waist to join his movements.

"Ooooh, that's it, kitty...don't be shy...gonna make you pop, either way."

When Kayte slowly lifted herself and lowered, the cheetah's arms finally slid off the top of the bench and reached down. Nervousness was quickly being swept away, but he paused for a moment, palms hovering near her hips. A hand gently gripped his wrist and closed the gap, prompting him to follow Kayte's guidance and rest both on her shapely figure. He was barely holding her, but when her vaginal passage clenched, his fingers curled and gripped more firmly.

The rest of his body followed suit, giving in fully to Kayte's temptations. He gently rocked his hips as she rose and fell, matching the slow, sensual rhythm she set. Hushed, feminine moans filled the cheetah's ears when they gradually picked up, both shivering as the steamy pleasure began to build.

A hand came to rest between Frosty's ears, eliciting a low, steady purr as she stroked his short, fuzzy mane. Even though Frosty was the one buried to the base of his cock in the sultry rabbit, he felt like a plaything to her, being lovingly doted upon as she indulged her own craving. The other arm looped around his shoulders when Kayte's steady bouncing grew more engaged.

It felt too good to him, the cheetah's own thrusts becoming more vigorous by the second. Muted slurps could be heard between them, the fur surrounding Frosty's package becoming matted with his partner's fluids, sharing the scent of her arousal. He was going to smell like bunny sex for some time, but he didn't care.

As the cheetah's fleshy barbs began to stand up, Kayte's moans grew more heated. Frosty was almost matching her volume, slick flesh stimulating those sensitive nubs just as much as he was stimulating the groaning rabbit. Her body was trembling inside and out, intermittent vaginal ripples causing mutual pleasure to spike.

He wasn't sure how long he could stave off his orgasm. Frosty had stamina when he wanted to, but the way Kayte's body was moving, her hot insides swallowing up his cock, seeming to caress him in all the right ways...it was unavoidable, and he knew it. Instead of trying to convince his partner to ease up, he squeezed Kayte's hips more securely and leaned into her body, vigorously thrusting.

Kayte, on the other hand, was quite content to draw their experience out rather than blindly charging toward climax. To Frosty's surprise, she abruptly stopped bouncing just as he felt himself winding up to let go. He attempted to continue grinding, but her weight rested heavily on his legs again to prevent him from doing so.

It took a moment to catch her breath, but eventually she managed, "No need to rush, dear." Kayte's fuzzy nose brushed through his hair, her breaths sending a chill down the back of his neck when she exhaled. "Such a delightfully sweet kitty. You smell nice enough to eat."

Frosty's heart jumped when he heard those words. He'd heard them murmured many times in the past from various predators. Surely the curvy rabbit meant that figuratively. He could swear he felt her belly growl faintly, however.

Allowing them to catch their breath a moment longer, Kayte eventually resumed her gyrations, albeit at a much slower, more deliberate rate than before. "Just relax, dear. Savor this special moment, as much as I intend to savor you."

"Wh-?" Frosty attempted to lift his head, but a gentle massage along his neck and shoulders kept him nestled into her chest.

Kayte lifted her hips as she spoke softly into his ear, sitting down on the cheetah's shaft a bit more firmly this time. "I'm not simply looking for a raunchy fling with a stranger. A girl's gotta eat after such a lean winter, and when such a delicious looking cat comes calling..." She didn't finish the thought, nor did she need to. A much more distinct growl could be felt from her belly, making clear what she intended to do.

Frosty felt deeply flustered all over again, his mind torn between the bunny rocking in his lap just enough to keep him toeing the line and the idea that she wanted to devour him. He should have been alarmed by the revelation. He should have protested, tried to squirm free. But his mind was so drunk with passion, so focused on Kayte's pleasure, that he didn't seem to care.

It sounded appealing, even. He shouldn't let this bunny he'd just met consume him, but considering how good she was making him feel, would it be so bad?

Grinning to herself, Kayte nuzzled between Frosty's ears and slowly licked him. "Not even a whimper of protest, dear?" The cheetah could only manage another moan when her slick nethers squeezed him. "Perhaps you would enjoy it, then? Letting me sample and taste you, feeling over your feminine contours..."

The lick between the ears was familiar to him, timidly laying them back when another longer slurp passed between. Kayte continued before he could reply.

"You certainly taste as good as you smell, dear. And I bet your svelte figure will feel delightful vanishing down my throat. Is that what you secretly want?"

Frosty allowed a slight nod without realizing it. Yes, it certainly was. Even with Kayte's drawn-out rocking, he was getting considerably worked up again. He didn't need additional stimulation to reach his peak; words more than made up for her lack of pace.

Breathing a hushed moan into his ears, Kayte's fingers wandered down the cheetah's back, sifting through his fur until they reached his hips, gently cupping them. She rocked again while her lips touched the tip of his ear, followed by a deliberate slurp as she coaxed it into her mouth. Frosty's head tipped, leaning toward Kayte's lips rather than shying away, much to her satisfaction. The attention made him fidget and squirm beneath her, heart fluttering.

Gulping softly, she drew her mouth away, lips suckling as they departed. "You're getting close, aren't you? Getting so horned up thinking about being swallowed alive by a seductive bunny in the woods, curled up tight inside me, unable to move...I might even masturbate while my belly starts to digest you. Would you do the same?"

The cheetah's hips jerked sharply while he let out a muffled, abrupt moan. She was finding exactly the right buttons to press, further clouding logic. Kayte stopped immediately, preventing him from toppling over the edge.

"Not yet, dear. Just a little longer..." Moving to his untouched ear, she teased the outer edge with her large front teeth. "Once I get you down, you're free to finish. Or not. It won't matter to me, either way. You'll be nothing but rabbit shit when my belly's done with you, regardless."

"Hnnnnh...!" The noise that escaped Frosty's lips was a distinct moan, rather than a whimper. Kayte was putting all manner of crass, vivid images into his head, but the most potent was this bunny - an herbivore by nature - leaving him a steaming heap somewhere in the woods.

Kayte seemed quite pleased with herself. Squeezing Frosty's butt, she gently lifted him as her lips resumed teasing his ear. "Well, if you're that eager let me churn you into bunny shit..." She let the thought hang as a warm breath rolled over the cheetah's head, lips suckling firmly on the base of his ear.

Frosty was so distracted with his own daydreaming that he didn't notice Kayte's jaws spreading. Not that he would have stopped her, at this point. Flooded with lusty emotions and sensations, nothing sounded more appealing than letting her consume him. Her large front teeth nibbled through his fur as she gaped around the top of his head, easing Frosty inside gently.

He gasped when he was abruptly plunged in, Kayte's tongue stretching beneath his chin and matting the front of his neck. He opened his eyes just in time to see her throat rush up to his face. Slurping filled his ears as she suckled and explored him with her tongue, followed by a heavy gulp that tightened her mouth around him. The rippling esophagus spread wide and wrapped around his head, dragging Frosty into her steamy, slick depths.

Expecting her to struggle with such a mouthful, Frosty was surprised when she managed to stretch her jaws around his shoulders and smoothly worked them down her neck. His arms were forced against his chest by her gluttonous advances, her heart now thudding clearly around him. The more of his torso Kayte swallowed up, the more justified his situation felt. As easily as she was devouring Frosty, perhaps this was meant to be.

Kayte was still idly grinding and shifting her hips to keep Frosty on edge, but as she hunched forward, it became necessary to lift herself from his lap so she could continue. A cool chill caressed Frosty's shaft when it slid free, but he remained hard as ever. His tail lashed excitedly as she advanced to his midriff, her growling belly growing more prominent in his ears.

The hands on his butt squeezed firmly as his lower body was lifted into the air, causing Frosty to slip deeper until Kayte's throat tightened around his upper half to catch his freefall. His muzzle was now smooshed against the end of her esophagus, the only remaining barrier between Frosty and a hungry rabbit's stomach. His attention was focused elsewhere, though. Kayte's tongue had been thoroughly exploring the front of his body and she was now rolling it up and down his abdomen, tantalizingly close to his erection.

It wasn't until she began feeding the cheetah's wide hips into her jaws that she allowed her tongue to greet Frosty's stiff length. He immediately flinched, hips jerking from the shot of pleasure. Kayte didn't hold back, pressing her tongue to his shaft and massaging deftly to encourage his grinding. He was so close now, mewling and moaning from within his partner. As much as she'd drawn it out, he was so pent up he desperately wanted to get off. But she again kept him waiting.

Angling her head back, Kayte pushed firmly on the cheetah's perky butt, paired with a heavy gulp and a deeply satisfied groan. The entrance to her belly stretched around Frosty's head, allowing him to spill into the exceptionally slimy, acrid gut. As he began to sink into the pit of her stomach and was forced to hunch forward, her throat continued to tease and massage his cock with each swallow. Frosty was teetering on the edge of orgasm as Kayte relented, letting Frosty's fitful squirming work him the rest of the way down.

Frosty's surroundings grew tighter as more of his body was deposited in her belly. Despite her deceptively petite figure, she didn't seem to be struggling to polish him off. Another piece of evidence reinforcing a fitting contribution to Kayte's diet. As his legs squelched down the rabbit's throat along with his tail, he felt the outside world slip away.

When the cheetah's descent ended, he heard a deep groan, followed by a saucy, satisfied voice. "Ooooh, Gods...what a delicious, filling kitty. An absolute delight."

Frosty belonged to her gut now. The slick stomach muscles greedily hugged him, knees bent and firmly squeezed to his chest. His arms were trapped between his torso and thighs, leaving Frosty little room to wiggle or stretch. It also meant his aching cock was in easy reach of his fingers. Gripping himself, he squeezed his length as Kayte's stomach massaged his entire body. There was no need to grind; all Frosty had to do was relax and let natural gastric undulations move his hips.

It only took a few strokes, shuddering as he finally experienced intense waves of pleasure crashing over him. His shaft throbbed in hand, making a sticky mess of Frosty's stomach and chest with each gooey spurt as he emptied his load.

"Mmh, that's right, dear. Enjoy the experience. Squirm and wiggle as much as you like, because you feel amazing."

Calling it an experience was an understatement. The cheetah's brain was flooded with stimulus, even as his orgasm waned. Warm afterglow let Frosty feel every contour of her stomach clinging to him, then a pair of hands roaming over Kayte's swollen abdomen. She was feeling out his curled body, occasionally pushing to help him settle in a comfortable position (to her, at least).

It was shameless how much Frosty was reveling in her treatment, despite what it meant for his immediate future. Even as the caustic fluid began to loosen clumps of cheetah fur. There was something decidedly erotic about it, about letting Kayte digest him alive like a wiggling piece of meat. Better still, there seemed to be no witnesses to his willing surrender aside from his predator.

Feeling him submit, Kayte rubbed the top of her belly and let out a soft, but lengthy burp. "Already getting settled in? Fine with me, you'll be easier on my stomach than the fighty ones." Lowering her voice, the rabbit hunched over her gut and crooned. "Digest quickly for me, sweet kitty." There was a brief pause. "...oh? What's this?"

Frosty had no idea what she was curious about, nor was it his concern. At least, not yet.

There was a giggle a moment later. "Oh! Oh my. Were you recording me?"

Aw, shit. Frosty _had_been recording the small bunny as she initially approached, and he distinctly recalled dropping his phone. If it hadn't broken from the impact, it was entirely possible the phone was _still_capturing what had taken place.

"No sense letting this go to waste. I'll let your friends know, so they don't get worried."

He didn't know which was more humiliating: his friends finding out that he'd let himself become bunny food, or the fact that they'd likely just shrug it off as an expected outcome. At least he wouldn't be around to find out.

Kayte began humming to herself, rubbing the softening cat. Mercifully, Frosty was feeling rather heavy-headed and hazy. She had burped up most of the air trapped in her belly with her meal, dulling the cheetah's senses and making his awareness of being churned and melted down rather distant.

"And done. Shame I won't get to see how much attention you attract on ChewTube."

Frosty scarcely processed what she was saying. The only thing his mind focused on was the vague feeling of Kayte's stomach vigorously gurgling and closing in on him. It was becoming tighter and tighter inside, until eventually the cheetah's body gave off a muted pop, following by crackling.

The softened shape in Kayte's gut lost most of its definition as the cheetah fully surrendered to her digestive tract. The last thing to pass Frosty's mind was a strangely euphoric feeling before he faded entirely, leaving Kayte to recline at the foot of the bench and revel in her latest catch...

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Kayte roused from a deep, food-induced slumber several hours later. She had retired to the privacy of her "burrow" in the woods, a cleverly concealed home that was largely underground. Stretching with a groggy yawn, the rabbit's stomach made a muted gurgle, followed by a soft burp that reminded her of the late cheetah.

"Mmmh, can still taste you on my breath," she cooed, absently caressing her soft midsection.

Sliding to the edge of her bed, Kayte admired herself in a mirror, then rose to her feet for a better look. Her belly was no longer sleek and trim, hips and butt noticeably softer, even Kayte's perky breasts had gained a bit of heft.

"Gosh, you certainly were fattening for such a lean, petite kitty," she mused. She wasn't put off by the gained padding, though. It was a lingering reminder of the bunny's catch, and would burn off in due time.

The tawny rabbit began to push gently on her abdomen in different places, fingers sinking into the softness at each location. Her stomach agreeably burbled as she did so, crooning to herself over how thoroughly her body had processed Frosty. As her hand wandered lower, however, she began to feel growing pressure deep in her gut, stimulated by the attention.

Grinning smugly, she sank her hand into her lower abdomen one last time, causing her insides to clench around a solid object. "There you are." Kayte's fingers lightly circled that spot, resulting in a stronger demand from her bowels.

"Mmmh, looking to leave so soon? You were so eager to slip in."

Despite her teasing, she couldn't ignore the growing urge. Most of the cat had been processed as thoroughly as her body could manage. It was time to let him out.

Kayte emerged from the hidden entrance to her burrow, surrounded by shrubbery that made it difficult to spot. Closing the wooden door, she hummed sweetly as she walked, enjoying cooler air now that the sun was hanging low in the sky. A short walk from Kayte's home was a secluded plot that served a special purpose. The thick tree canopy and lush ferns that grew on the forest floor were entirely of her making.

She was quite proud of it, too. Littering the serene plot were various skulls and personal items: her private trophy collection, signs of dozens of previous folk that Kayte had turned into bunny fat, snatched up here in the mountains or during infrequent ventures to the nearest town to trade pillaged valuables for useful items. She could vividly recall each one. A snarky brown bunny with golden cheeks. A grey wolf who was a bit too confident about getting her down. A multi-tailed orange fox who was a little _too_eager about feeding her, among many others.

She was here to make a new addition to her cache.

Kayte found an undisturbed patch of grass and proceeded to squat, wiggling her rump as she got into a comfortable position. It didn't take much encouragement for nature to take the reins. A blissful shiver ran up her back, tail perking up as the former cheetah began to stretch her open. Soft crackles and pops accompanied the act as "Frosty" emerged, a thick log of waste squeezing out beneath Kayte's tail and landing in the grass.

The bunny's digestive tract had indeed treated him well. The only signs of a big cat were slimy clumps of white and grey fur, the warm mass smoothly gliding between spread cheeks and piling over itself on the ground behind her.

A soft, indulgent groan escaped as Kayte gently pushed to help rid her colon of the thick scat. She thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. It was always a delight, shitting out the remains of whatever prey she had managed to capture. The fact that she'd devoured and digested a big cat made the victory even sweeter.

Kayte bit her lip when she felt the cheetah's intact skull reach the end of the journey through her body. Hunching forward, she squirmed as she gave a gentle push, but it would take more effort to pass the large object.

"Hnnngh, c-c'mon, kitty, don't be stubborn," she murmured, followed by another clench. It took Kayte several attempts, a bit more of the skull emerging each time. Eventually, though, she succeeded in pushing out the polished, bare skull with a shaky groan. The rest of her bowel movement slid free with little effort, partially burying Frosty's skull in the process. Kayte's toes curled when one last object slid free, a slimy, well-worn collar landing on top of the steaming pile.

Catching her breath, she eventually stood upright and cautiously stepped forward, turning back to admire her work. She was quite proud of what Frosty had become, even more so that he'd willingly submitted to her.

"I hope you enjoy yourself here, kitty. You'll be a wonderful contribution to my garden ferns. Thanks again for being such good bunny food..." <3