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The cat barely remembered to lock the door behind him as he entered his apartment, one hand taking off his jacket while the other searched each pocket for his phone. He flipped the case open and checked the LED screen; notifications from group chats filling it from top to bottom, blocking his selfie behind it. He swiped through them until he finally found the one he had been looking for, a message from Chance: <'It happened again.'>

<'Sorry, I was at work,'> Tybalt tapped back, hoping the rodent was still awake. He wasn't sure what time it was over there, but he knew there were 4-6 hours between them. Finally he unlocked his phone the whole way and opened the app to see the green border surrounding the rat's profile picture; Still online. The cat sighed with relief and pulled his shoes off before turning on his computer, his eyes still glued to the phone screen.

<'No problem, welcome home kitty!'> The rat replied, <'Didn't get eaten on the way home then? Must be that feline luck.'>

<'Yeah, luck. >.>;' > Tybalt typed back, his cheeks heating up under his white fur as the sound of his computer booting up filled his ears. He turned off his phone and opened up the app on his desktop, he had always been faster at typing than texting.

<TybCatto:> So enough teasing me, give me the deets! OwO

<40%Chance:> First you've got to stop using those faces. ;p

<TybCatto:> Sorry uwu

<TybCatto:> Oops, I mean Sorry! That one slipped out!

There was a brief pause, the cat twisted his whiskers nervously. Maybe the rat had had a bad day and wasn't in the mood for joking around. He went to apologise, only to see the three dots appearing by Chance's name again.

<40%Chance:> So, I went to that naturalist place last night. It was pretty cool.

<TybCatto:> I could never go to a place like that, don't you have to strip naked to go in?

<40%Chance:> You don't have to, but it's kind of heavily encouraged.

<40%Chance:> Anyway, I met this big panther guy and we got to talking, turns out we both had a certain common interest. I'm sure you know the one ;p

He did indeed, as did the fur standing up on the back of his neck at the mere thought of it. Vorarephilia was a rare fetish, very few knew it existed, fewer still were interested in it. Thinking back, Tybalt couldn't be sure when he first noticed his interests, but he could remember hints of it through his adult life. He recalled fantasizing about certain species or even friends eating him, but it had always been just that; a fantasy.

That was until he read Chance's blog. Unlike him, Chance was a rat, and small enough to fit into most predatory mouths with ease. It had been strange at first; a cat befriending a rodent over their mutual love of being prey to larger species... of course, Tybalt had yet to meet any that could fit his head in their jaws, much less his whole body. And so he lived vicariously through texts from his smaller friend.

The cat finally returned his fingers to his keyboard as he readied himself to type back, blushing under his fur in excitement for another steamy story,

<TybCatto:> So, what did he look like?

<40%Chance:> He had that big predator energy. Kind of tubby around the middle, but a muscular upper body. I think he must've done this kind of thing before because he scooped me up in his hand pretty fast after we had found that mutual interest.

<TybCatto:> He just picked you up??? O///O

<40%Chance:> Yeah, he picked me up by the tail and then dropped me in his other hand. He said he was just keeping me from getting stepped on, but it was a good way to get my attention.

Another sensation the cat would never know, to be held in the palm of a larger mammal's hand, to stare up at their hungry eyes, their drooling jaws. He opened a new window and typed in the search bar: 'Bara Panther.' The screen filled with hundreds of pictures of black-furred, musclebound and hefty-gutted big cats for his choosing. He finally honed in on one he liked.

<TybCatto:> Did he give you his name or anything?

<40%Chance:> Nah, the club kind of sticks to anonymity. He said to call him Pan though.

"Pan," Tybalt purred to himself, his eyes lidding as he stared at the picture of the panther. Granted he couldn't be picked up like Chance, but there were plenty of other ways to trap him: pinning him against the wall with his gut, picking him up by the scruff. Honestly, just feeling the firm clawed hand of a big cat on his shoulder would have been enough to stop Tybalt in his tracks. "You're coming with me, kitty," the Panther's voice rumbled as he dragged Tybalt into his imagination.

<TybCatto:> So, what kind of stuff did you two get up to?

<40%Chance:> He took me over to an area at the back where no one would see us and we talked about the usual stuff, made sure our limits were on the table. Not particularly 'natural' but you have to do that

<TybCatto:> Yeah, of course! It's pretty dangerous ^^;

<40%Chance:> Yeah, I know you talk about getting in maws a lot, but actually doing it irl is another thing, haha.

<TybCatto:> Not that I have to worry about that, can't exactly do it at my size. (Unless you know any predators who can fit a full grown cat in their mouth ;P)

<40%Chance:> Well, don't be so sure. I might have some tips on that <3

Tybalt blinked at the message, his ears perking curiously. Chance was probably just teasing him again, or he'd suggest hypnosis, or the sleeping bag technique he had tried many times before. The rat's heart was in the right place, but none could compare to the real thing. Before he could send a response Chance had already begun typing again, moving onto the next part of the story.

<40%Chance:> So there I was, laying on my back against the grass with this giant panther looming over me. He spent a lot of time on the buildup, licking his lips and making a big deal about how he was going to eat me, calling me a snack and a tasty little morsel.

Tybalt's imagination began to fill in the scene for him; the green grass beneath him staining his white fur, the scent of the muscular panther's body filling his nostrils as he pinned him under his gut. "Are you even a cat? You look more like a mouse to me," Pan's rumbling purr echoed around his head, "Either way it looks like I've caught a tasty little morsel~"

<40%Chance:> Then he leaned in close and started running his tongue up and down my body. After that he just laid his tongue over me, pinning me beneath it and staring into my eyes while I squirmed. The huffing was a nice touch too <3

The cat squirmed in his computer chair, a shameful mewl escaping his throat as the panther in his mind began to groom him; his warm flat tongue exploring every inch of his body. Suddenly he was glad the club had a no clothes policy; there was nothing protecting him from the predator slurping over his form. Eventually Pan stopped just as he had in Chance's retelling, one hand cupped around the back of Tybalt's head as he huffed open-maw in his face, allowing the cat a good look at the long and dark throat ahead of him.

>TybCatto:> W-wow... >///>;

<40%Chance:> I was kind of expecting him to scoop me up with his tongue and drag me into his mouth then and there, but instead he picked me up off the ground and pushed me against his gut, taunting me about how hungry he was.

<TybCatto:> Oh whiskers, was it growling? o///o

<40%Chance:> Not really, but it was still a great way to dom.

The panther's stomach was growling in Tybalt's imagination; roaring hungrily for him as he pushed him against his gut, leaving him sinking into the fat. "See? Plenty of room for a little mouse like you~" the panther taunted him with a smirk, forcing the mewling cats face down until there was nothing much a muffled purr. "I just hope you can fill me up, or else I'm going to have to find another snack to chase you down with."

<40%Chance:> To be honest I was pretty out of breath by the time he actually put me in his mouth. Can't say I've ever had a predator put me through the ringer like that, usually it's just a couple of minutes of mawplay and they spit me out.

<TybCatto:> It sounds pretty intense.

...and exactly what he craved.

<TybCatto:> Heh, not sure I'd want that much foreplay myself.

...He wanted more.

<TybCatto:> I guess sometimes it's good to be a regular-sized mammal after all.

...God he wanted to be bite-sized.

<40%Chance:> Heh, but yeah, rat goes in, down come the chompers, slurp slurp slurp, wash up and go home. All in all a good evening.

Tybalt's ears twitched, his fantasy interrupted by the blunt ending. He could feel himself coming out of the moment, the image of the predator's maw fading as reality set back in. Tucking his ears back nervously he tapped a response back to the rat.

<TybCatto:> Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I wanted to know more about it o.o;

<40%Chance:> I know, but this is an awfully one-sided conversation. I don't want to seem like I'm just monologuing or anything.

The cat's heart raced in a panic, he was losing him! His fingers moved in a flurry against the keyboard, his claws scratching some of the letters as he rapidly typed back a response to save the conversation.

<TybCatto:> I don't mind you talking more, you know how much I like hearing your stories about this kind of stuff! ^^;

<TybCatto:> To be honest, you're the only mammal I've known who's ever done it for real. It's kind of fascinating to me.

<TybCatto:> Well, not 'kind of', really fascinating to me.

<40%Chance:> I just feel like there's got to be some give and take, you know? ;3

Oh, he was fucking with him. Not that he minded, he loved when the rat pried about his interests. With a little smile the cat typed back a response.

<TybCatto:> So, what did you want to know? :3

<40%Chance:> Before we get into the juicy part, maybe you ought to tell me about your thoughts on big cat preds?

Tybalt's heart skipped a beat, it was like the rat was reading his mind and caught a glimpse of his fantasies. The cat took a breath to compose himself, then typed back his response.

<TybCatto:> Big cat preds? That's kind of weird for a domestic cat to think about, isn't it? ^^;

He tried not to look at the folder labelled 'Work stuff' on his desktop, filled with hungry looking lions, tigers and jaguars all posed with their jaws open. Some stretching out to show off their slim midsections, others squeezed their guts to show off how much fat they had. In the icon preview he could see the tiny image of the Leopard mawshot he had saved just the other day. He really needed to hide it better.

<40%Chance:> Isn't all of this stuff kind of weird for a domestic cat to think about? ;p

<TybCatto:> Well yeah, but it's like... They're felines too. It's kind of like cannibalism, you know? Like wolves eating dogs.

<TybCatto:> I mean, you wouldn't want to get eaten by a mouse, right?

<40%Chance:> Of course not.

<40%Chance:> I'd eat the mouse, I'm bigger. ;3

<TybCatto:>: Oh my god. >///>;

Despite being entirely alone in the apartment, the cat still had to cover his face at the remark. Terrific, now alongside the fantasies about the panther he was picturing the tiny rat with a bulging gut, and a long, white tail disappearing beneath his sharp front teeth. The image was comical, but not without merit... being so utterly dominated by someone a fraction of his size pushed buttons the cat didn't even know he had.

'Blip.' The cat looked up to find himself face to face with a picture of Chance's wide open mouth; taken only a few moments ago judging by the lighting in the background. Despite how close the camera was it had captured the rat's maw perfectly; the drool glistening off his tongue with the camera's flash.

<40%Chance:> Don't tell me you're going to let yourself get out-predded by a rat, Tybalt.

<TybCatto:> Wh- obviously not! Just because I don't want to eat prey doesn't mean you're higher on the food chain than me!

<40%Chance:> I'm just saying, you're very lucky there's all that size difference between us or I'd have you get a plane to the city and so I could eat you myself ;3

<40%Chance:> Not that TybMouse would get here without a detour through a tiger's digestive tract before he even left the airport..

<TybCatto:> awasfaweaf!!! >///<

<40%Chance:> Okay, that answers my question about big cat preds. Want me to continue the story?

<TybCatto:> ....yes. >///>;

The cat was still hot under his fur from the teasing. He kept taking quick glimpses up at the mawshot Chance had sent him. Maybe the rat expected him to send one back as a response to his challenge, but they had been friends long enough to know where he stood on the predator-prey spectrum. Anything more lively than a goldfish cracker made Tybalt queasy.

But for now, he had a big hungry panther to fantasize about.

<40%Chance:> So anyway, Pan puts me on his tongue and it kind of curls around my feet and pushes them in until I'm curled up into a ball as the mouth closes around me... well, almost. He left my tail outside.

Tybalt purred blissfully as he pictured it; the tail dangling from the predator's mouth was such a cliche, but one he couldn't help but revel in. Of course in his fantasy he couldn't fit entirely inside the panther's jaws, instead he simply imagined the panther holding his head in his mouth, the tongue slurping over his face as it dragged him backwards towards his throat.

<40%Chance:> He slurps me around for a while, kind of moving me back and forth like a jawbreaker. He did this thing where he'd push me into his cheek to tease me, then let me uncurl on his tongue before forcing me back into a ball.

"Mmmh, you taste pretty good, little mouse~ It's almost like you wanted to be prey~ Pan's voice rumbled in Tybalt's mind, muffled by a mouthful of delicious feline fur. Tybalt began to purr involuntarily at the thought, slowly sinking in his computer chair. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the fantasy; the predator kept tasting him, slurping his vanilla white fur and taking in his flavours. There was only one thing to do with such a delicious treat, something that the cat could only fantasise about.

<TybCatto:> Sounds like one of your best preds yet, I'd love to meet him just to get a look into his maw. Can't believe he did all that stuff with you <3

<40%Chance:> Yeah, it was pretty intense. Really great mawplay.

<40%Chance:> But, uh... yeah. My first time actually being swallowed.

Tybalt could practically hear the record scratch. "Wait..." he blinked, sitting up straight in his chair as he tapped his reply.

<TybCatto:> He actually swallowed you?!

<TybCatto:> Holy shit, dude, are you okay?

It was the worst part of his kink; the two sides of him battled for dominance as he waited for the reply. 'This is hot', 'that's so dangerous', 'He did something I've been fantasising about forever', 'one of my closest friends could have died'. The cat found himself grappling with the thoughts while he watched the three dots, waiting for Chance's reply.

<40%Chance:> I mean, I'm here, right? ;p

<TybCatto:> Still though, actually being swallowed... ^^;

<TybCatto:> I can't imagine it's as pleasant as it looks in the art.

<40%Chance:> Yeah, it was... an experience.

The apartment suddenly felt a lot quieter. The cat's ears tucked against his head as he typed back a response.

<TybCatto:> We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

<TybCatto:> Like, if it was traumatic or something I don't want you to have to relive it.

<40%Chance:> I don't think you get it, it was 'an experience.'

<40%Chance:> I want to tell you about it, Tyb.

"Oh," Tybalt blinked.

<'Oh,'> Tybalt typed, feigning disinterest while his tail tip flicked in anticipation. <'I mean, if you're okay with telling me about it, it'd be cool to know what happens next.'>

<40%Chance:> So throat walls are a lot more slippery than I expected, I tried to get my grip but everything was kind of moving at once, rubbing me all over with drool. It didn't help that I was already pretty wet from all the mawplay.

<40%Chance:> I could hear him gagging and trying to bring me back up, but I was too far down at that point. We both kind of panicked for a second but after a while nothing seemed to be happening.

<40%Chance:> I don't know if it's something he had eaten but his stomach didn't seem to be doing anything to me.

<That's really lucky.> Tybalt breathed out a sigh of relief as he typed his answer, still unsure how to react to the news. He could feel the lingering thoughts returning though; the depths of the Panther's throat dragging him down, now slick and slimy thanks to the rodent's descriptions. Of course the predator in his fantasies couldn't care less how he felt; he was just food after all. Just a tasty white little mouse for him to enjoy~

Tybalt pulled himself closer to his desk, one hand slipping beneath it as he typed his response back to his friend with the other.

<TybCatto:> So... what was it actually like in there?

<40%Chance:> Very hot and wet, everything felt kind of sticky and goopy at the same time. I have to admit it was kind of nice feeling the slimy walls against my fur though, it was kind of like being in a really spacious maw but the tongue is all around you.

<40%Chance:> I couldn't really see much, didn't have my phone on me since the club doesn't allow them inside.

<TybCatto:> No photos then?

<40%Chance:> None of that part, sorry. I'll share the maw ones if you want though.

It was a tempting offer, but the cat couldn't possibly leave Chance on such a cliffhanger; trapped in the stomach of a panther with no clear means to escape.

<TybCatto:> I kind of want to hear the rest of the story first, if that's okay.

<40%Chance:> Yep, no problem mate!

<40%Chance:> So yeah, he has to make the awkward walk to the front desk to alert the medical staff. He was trying so hard to move carefully, but the stomach still sloshed me around with every step he took.

<40%Chance:> I could hear his heart beating too, he was shitting himself but trying to keep it together for my sake. I started rubbing his belly and trying to help calm him down.

<40%Chance:> Of course that got him purring up a storm, which got him to start rubbing back, which got me squirming, which made him rub his belly... you get it, it was kind of a vicious cycle, haha.

Tybalt could picture the panther's gut swaying back and forth as he walked. The fleshy walls surrounding the cat pressed against him, smearing them with his juices as he squirmed and mewled. The panther would just belch and purr, rubbing his hands firmly against the sides of his belly to force him to curl back into a ball. He was heading to the front desk just like the real Pan had, though when he got there he just dropped his gut on the table and smirked. 'Tybalt's coming home with me, he said, belching out some white fur as the cat's mewls faded behind the gurgles and groans, 'I'll be taking his phone, he wants to update his profile pic~'

"Mmrew, so mean," Tybalt huffed to himself, his free hand running through his hair as he stared at the image of the panther he had pulled up earlier and pictured himself tightly balled up in that big gut of his. His other hand continued to work under the desk, jerking under his pants as he bit his lip, imagining all the mean things the panther would write about him on his social media pages.

<40%Chance:> Tybs? You still there?

<TybCatto:> Oh, sorry! Got distracted.

<40%Chance:> 'Distracted'? You're typing one handed aren't you. ;P

<TybCatto:> N-no! >///>;

The cat pulled his hand out of his pants, it was probably time to take a break anyway, he didn't want to finish before Chance had even sent the maw pics.

<TybCatto:> So, what happened? Did they get you out?

<40%Chance:> Yeah, turns out this wasn't the first time it had happened at the club, rodents ending up places they shouldn't must be more common than I thought. There was already a plan in place and they got me out of him pretty fast. Not totally sure what they did since they just told me to curl up in a ball and not uncurl until they told me to, but Pan said it was like an upside down heimlich maneuver.

<40%Chance:> And he was suspended from his ankles for a short amount of time.

<40%Chance:> And he had to sign a waiver before they did it.

...Nope, the cat couldn't even begin to imagine it. 'Oh no, guess that means I'm losing one of my nine lives~' he thought to himself, a little grin on his muzzle at his own teasing. How was he going to save himself in the imaginary scenario if he couldn't even picture it? Besides, now that he had settled down he felt pretty relaxed inside the panther; being rubbed from the outside by all his pred friends, trying to decide who would get to eat him next.

He was just glad that wasn't the case with Chance; fantasy was one thing, but losing his friend to such a cruel fate in reality would've been horrible for them both.

<TybCatto:> I'm really glad you're okay. I can't say I haven't thought about being swallowed whole, but actually experiencing it would be pretty terrifying.

<40%Chance:> It wasn't that bad. I got free drinks for the rest of the night and Pan wouldn't stop apologising. It took a while but I eventually got him to see the funny side of it; us going from being super into it to freaking out is kind of hilarious in hindsight.

<40%Chance:> Once I had dried up from my shower we both got dressed and headed out, he invited me back to his place since he was having his friends over and wanted to introduce me to them.

<TybCatto:> After all that you wanted to meet his friends? O.o;

<40%Chance:> Yeah, not often you get to meet other voraphiles face to face.

Tybalt's pupils shrank, his ears perked, and his whiskers twitched. In his entire four year friendship with this rat, he had never been more jealous.

<TybCatto:> His friends were all voraphiles too?!

<40%Chance:> Yeah, it turns out there's a small community for it here. I guess it makes sense, you can find anything in the city.

<40%Chance:> Most were preds but there were a few prey in the mix too, other rodents my size and one Fennec. There was apparently a bird too, but he was uh... preoccupied.

Chance dropped an image into the chat; a lion with his cheeks bulging out, the fluffy mane on his chest covered in blue feathers. The rat sent a follow-up image shortly after; the lion's maw now open as the blue jay laid across his tongue with an orgasmic expression over his beak, his sodden wings hanging limply either side of him.

<TybCatto:> Holy whiskers.

<40%Chance:> <3

Suddenly the chatbox started pinging like crazy as the rat sent an album's worth of photos to the cat, leaving his poor internet connection stuttering to keep up: An image taken from Chance's point of view as he was dangled over Pan's wide open jaws, a photo the rat being caught between the tongues of two tigers as he stood on a table, the fennec disappearing into the wide jaws of a hippo; and finally a series of mawshots of every predator at the party. There were species Tybalt had never even seen in person, but they all shared one thing in common; drooling tongues and deep dark throats.

<40%Chance:> Sorry for spamming you there mate.

<40%Chance:> I can let you get back to whatever was distracting you before if you want, it was probably a fun fantasy. ;3

Fuck his fantasy. The cat's hand slipped beneath his desk as he began looking through the pictures, flicking between them and saving them to his harddrive. Once he had saved them all he took a moment to breathe again, allowing himself to edge as he typed a message back to Chance. He had kept a picture of the rat sprawled out over Pan's tongue on his second screen though, it was his favourite one of the lot.

<TybCatto:> I can't believe you got to go to a vore party.

<TybCatto:> I'm not going to lie, I'm jealous AF right now.

<40%Chance:> Well, that's where the good news I mentioned earlier comes in.

Tybalt scrolled up the chat and finally stopped on the message:

<TybCatto:> (Unless you know any predators who can fit a full grown cat in their mouth ;P)

<40%Chance:> Well, don't be so sure. I might have some tips on that <3

The cat's heart skipped a beat. He clicked back through the images, stopping on the one of the hippo and the fennec. Google search: Average Fennec height... if it was right, they were only a foot shorter than he was. He took one last glance at the photo; the hippopotamus' maw looked spacious, easily an extra foot of room in there.

<TybCatto:> Wait, do you mean the thing about finding a pred for me?

<40%Chance:> I got to talking with that Hippo and he said he should be able to get you in, it might be a tight squeeze but he's willing to try if you can come to the city.

Suddenly his knees felt very weak. He found himself staring into the Hippo's eyes, half-lidded with peak predator energy. Those jaws looked plenty big enough to close around him, and as his eyes trailed down he noticed the gut looked wide enough to fit him inside. All these years of fantasising and it could finally happen...

...and then the cat shook his head, his ears flicking back in defeat as he thought about the logistics.

<TybCatto:> Plane tickets are probably really expensive. Clowder Cove doesn't even have an airport. I'd have to get a train to the next town over, not to mention finding a hotel. Then we'd have to find a time we're all free to meet up, kind of seems like a lot of hassle just for my sake. ^^;

<40%Chance:> It's not that expensive if you book in advance, and I'd be up for helping you with the hotel costs (not like you'd fit in my apartment <3)

<40%Chance:> I've always wanted to meet you anyway, why not help you live out one of your fantasies while I do?

The cat did a quick search on plane tickets. Huh, that was affordable. Cheaper than he expected anyway. There was even a package that bundled it with four nights in a hotel at Sahara Square, just a short train ride from the city center.

<TybCatto:> Would you really be okay with introducing me to them though?

<TybCatto:> I wouldn't want to be weird or anything.

<40%Chance:> To be honest they already know about you, and they're all pretty excited to meet you.

Tybalt's cheeks burned under his fur, his member stiffened in his hand.

<TybCatto:> How do they know about me?

<40%Chance:> I may have shown them some of the selfies you sent me. The lion said his stomach growled when he looked at my phone. The hippo just immediately started looking for stuff in the background to use for scale to size you up. He really wants a taste ;3

<TybCatto:> Wait, size me up? Does that mean..? o///o

<40%Chance:> Yep, you might want to start practicing yoga for flexibility though, it's going to be a tight squeeze.

<40%Chance:> He's even got this lotion and a harness you can wear if you want to go the whole way down and get some belly pics of your own.

The cat whimpered in excitement as he started to stroke again, his eyes closing as his thoughts raced. He pictured a room full of predators looking at his photos, discussing what they would do to him. Then he was suddenly in the room with them, being taunted and teased from all sides. "Here kitty kitty~" the tigers purred in unison as they pinned him between their stomachs, their tongues running over his cheeks. He finally slipped between them and face planted into the lion's fat gut, only to look up and find the big cat's jaws parting wide to engulf his head. He stumbled back at the last second and found himself tripping as his foot hit the hippo's bottom jaw, leaving him falling backwards into his maw. The hippo began to stand up, leaving the cat's tail slipping down his throat as the other predators chanted for the behemoth to chug him down. Tybalt gasped and panted, his eyes opening as he checked the chatbox.

<40%Chance:> Oh, and Pan wanted me to tell you that he'd gladly give you a tongue bath any day.

<40%Chance:> Or just slip you under his shirt and pretend you're in his gut while he teases you.

<40%Chance:> Better than a sleeping bag, I'd say. ;3

"Nnyahh~" The cat gasped, finally losing his perfect balance on the edge of his climax. Warm jizz splattered over the pink pawpads on his hand, the last image of his fantasy being the panther pinning him once again, his broad tongue running over his fur to get one last taste before the hippo swallowed him whole.

Of course the reality would never be like that. At best it would be an awkward, slimy, humid couple of minutes followed by a long shower. But as the cat looked back at the picture of the hippo's maw his hand moved by itself, dragging the mouse over and then clicking down. His phone buzzed against his desk with the email notification.

<TybCatto:> I booked the tickets. I'll be there in May, is that okay?

<40%Chance:> May's fine for me! There should be plenty to do. Send me the dates in the morning and I'll make sure everyone else keeps that weekend free too.

<40%Chance:> Really looking forward to meeting you mate.

<TybCatto:> Yeah, you too. Thanks for everything, Chance. This is really exciting.

The cat breathed out a blissful sigh as he reached over his desk to the box of tissues, quickly cleaning himself up as he closed down the various images he had opened throughout the evening.

<40%Chance:> I'm going to call it a night here, it's pretty late. Talk to you tomorrow Tybs.

<TybCatto:> Yeah, I should probably go too.

He needed to wash his hand.

<40%Chance:> Oh, before I go, if you're not interested in the hippo there is one other alternative. Have you heard of snakes?

Tybalt blinked in disbelief. He had seen pictures of the reptiles, but he had never encountered one. He always thought they needed specific climates to survive, certain temperatures only their homelands could provide...

<TybCatto:> There are snakes in the City?! O///O

<40%Chance:> Tybalt, there's everything in the City.

<40%Chance:> Plenty of maws for you to dive into during your stay <3

His member perked up under the desk.

<TybCatto:> Well, if Pan knows any, I'd love to meet one.

<40%Chance:> I'll see what I can do. Sleep well Tybalt.

<40%Chance:> Don't stay up too late ;3

The cat let out a quiet sigh as Chance signed off, flopping back against his computer chair hard enough to make it wheel away from his desk. He thought about everything Chance had told him; his first encounter with a throat and stomach, the party and the predators he had met, not to mention all the pictures he had sent... and soon the cat would be having those experiences himself, no longer having to live vicariously through his friend.

With all the fodder the rat had given him, he would be up all night.

The End