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Gllllllk.

Frosty was trying not to stare as he watched a pair of grey legs vanish between the green wolf's jaws, tail swishing as his gaze shifted between the TV, the wolf's gaped mouth, and the squirming belly that was growing steadily larger in his lap. Only a few more gulps and Deocks' meal would be finished.

The tall blue rabbit between them, on the other hand, was doing everything in his power not to look. His arms were folded across his chest, long ears laid down while he slumped forward on the couch, clearly pouting at what was taking place beside him. His eyes were fixed ahead, but he was staring blankly into the carpet rather than the TV.

Frosty had noted Pickra's sour mood, but he wasn't going to say anything until Deocks finished gulping their mutual friend down. One last swallow tugged Forest's wiggling feet into his mouth, followed by the distinct shape of wuff paws sliding lazily down his neck. The green wolf closed his eyes and slouched heavily into the cushions, both hands cradling his heavy gut. Panting, tongue hanging out blissfully, Deocks rubbed and pushed at his belly, followed by a deep, resounding belch.

Huff. It was the only sound Pickra had made since Deocks snatched Forest up, aside from his initial objection to the green wolf devouring the friend he'd been cuddling.

Deocks chuckled, but Frosty was the first to speak up.

"Oh, don't act so grumpy," the white cheetah prodded. "You know this is on-brand for Forest. He's probably blushing in there."

A muffled voice cut in, "A-am not!" followed by the outline of hands and feet pushing out from Deocks' stomach. The tone of the wuff's objection was entirely unconvincing; the only thing he accomplished was making Deocks groan over his squirming meal.

There was another huff from the blue rabbit. "He could've at least waited until movie night was over to cram wuffie down."

"You're just jealous. You probably would've eaten him if Deocks hadn't," Frosty teased.

The green wolf, who had been preoccupied picking tufts of grey fur out of his teeth with a claw, joined the conversation. "I dunno about _that,_chee. As much as wuffie was drooling, I'd put my wager on him gobbling up the bun. If anything, I did Pickra a favor!"

"Nuh uh!" The banter put a faint blush on Pickra's face. His arms folded tighter to his chest, then he made another "hmph," cheeks puffing slightly. It gave him the appearance of a pouting child.

Frosty's toned softened a bit. He didn't want their playful teasing to turn into bullying his friend. "You know, you can still snuggle up with a chee if you'd like company." A pair of green eyes shifted his direction, but Pickra didn't fully turn to acknowledge Frosty's offer.

An audible, wet gurgle drew Pickra's attention away from the cheetah's attempted distraction. Urrrph. "Scuse me," Deocks quietly added after another burp. Patting his belly, it visibly shifted and squirmed while the other two stared.

"Can you digest a little quieter? I can't hear the movie over your noisy gut," Pickra grumped.

"You're not even watching it," Deocks countered. "I see you sneaking glances at my belly."

"Am not!" the bunny shot back. As he focused his attention back to the carpet, his cheeks darkened even more.

Grinning, the green wolf pressed on either side of his stomach, eliciting another string of digestive churning. "You're welcome to help if you'd like. Wuffie's being awfully squirmy in there, could use a hand getting him settled down." The muffled, flustered whimper from Deocks' belly let everyone know how Forest felt about that request.

"No way," Pickra huffed.

"Well, you clearly still wanna cuddle up with wuffie, so maybe I can help with that."

Pickra's ears perked suspiciously as he glared at Deocks. "I am NOT going to let you have me for dinner like Wuffie did."

Laughing, Deocks reached for him and grabbed Pickra by the shoulders before he could react. "Not what I meant, silly bun. C'mere."

Pickra fluffed in alarm and tried to wriggle out of reach, but there was a cheetah in his way. Letting out a yelp, the blue rabbit was swiftly pulled down, his cheek landing directly against Deocks' glrrrning belly when he toppled. He continued squirming as he was held down, reaching up and pushing his hands against the wolf's gut to attempt to pry himself free.

Deocks shivered happily and closed his eyes, tongue lolling as the blue fingers mashed and shoved at his gut. "Ooooh, yeah. Just like that, bun. That feels real nice."

Despite his objections, Pickra was blushing brightly now, cheeks turning a purple shade. One ear was pressed to Deocks' stomach, allowing him to clearly hear their friend being digested within. The active belly was warm against his cheek, the wuff's squirming beginning to wind down as he softened.

Frosty couldn't help giggling at the scene beside him. Pickra was harmlessly batting at the green lupin's stomach while Deocks held a hand to the back of his head, the other looped around the bunny to prevent him from escaping his embarrassment. The cheetah ducked away when Pickra attempted to tug free, the bunny's rump hiking up in the air, large feet digging into the cushion for leverage.

"Calm down, bunny," Deocks rumbled. "You wanted to cuddle with Wuffie, right?"

Pickra didn't calm. He wished he had sharp claws to make his protest more effective, inwardly grumbling about his fluffy bunny self. When he attempted to pull away again, his paws slipped on the sofa cushion and ended up thumping Frosty's hip and waist instead.

"Ow! Hey, watch it with those things, I know what bunny feet are capable of," Frosty scolded.

The blue bunny, who was more preoccupied with freeing himself - despite a growing blush at feeling his friend being digested against his face - gave it another go, but the way Deocks was holding him made it difficult to escape. When his feet thumped the white cheetah again, there was a low growl, then Frosty reached down and grabbed him by the ankles.

"Okay, bunny, that's enough from you," Frosty grumbled. "You're gonna leave bruises if you keep that up." Clutching Pickra's ankles, however, didn't accomplish much. If anything, it only served to further agitate him.

Deocks chuckled and lifted his hand from Pickra's head, keeping the other against his shoulders so he wouldn't break free. He silently got Frosty's attention, gestured at Pickra's feet, then opened his mouth and pointed in.

Frosty cocked an eyebrow at him. How on earth was he going to bend the blue rabbit backwards to get his feet into the wolf's mouth? Rolling his eyes at the cheetah's confusion, Deocks again gestured to the large bunny feet, then pointed at Frosty instead.

Oh! Now he understood what the wolf was suggesting. The white cat peered down, watching Deocks push Pickra's head back against his belly, muffling him as he threatened, "When I get free, I'm gonna ea-"

Frosty was indifferent to the suggestion. He wasn't particularly hungry since they'd been snacking during the movie, but when Pickra nearly kicked him a third time, he bought in to the idea. Tightening his grip on his friend's ankles, he pulled them up toward his face. He quickly ducked away when a large rabbit foot nearly kicked him square in the muzzle, further reinforcing his resolve.

Fortunately, there was a break in the rabbit's fervent protests. He was tiring himself out, still grumbling frequently and huffing as Deocks massaged the back of his head, wet gurgles growing louder as Forest continued to digest. The cheetah took a chance and tugged Pickra's feet closer to his muzzle, giving him a whiff of blueberry scent. As he did, though, his whiskers brushed across them, resulting in a reflexive jump that thankfully pulled Pickra's feet away from his face rather than kicking.

"Oh, are you ticklish?" Frosty giggled.

"No!" the bunny swiftly shot back. But when the cheetah's whiskers brushed them again, the result was the same, accompanied by a stifled snicker that Pickra was clearly straining to hold back.

Looking down the large bunny's fuzzy figure, Frosty wasn't sure he'd even be able to manage. Pickra was easily a foot taller than him. It would be quite a struggle to make him fit. Then again, he'd managed to get Levina down, and her hips and bust contributed quite a bit more mass to her figure.

Only one way to find out. Acting before he could reconsider, Frosty yawned wide and crammed Pickra's feet into his mouth. He clenched his lips snug around the bunny's ankles as he began to slurp and suckle to mat down the soft fur, making Pickra's large ears immediately stand erect. His green eyes turned back just in time for Frosty to loudly swallow, watching as his paws became a distinct bulge slipping down the cheetah's neck.

"Wh- H-hey, hang on a second!" Pickra sputtered. Frosty didn't, taking another deep gulp that pulled half of the bunny's calves into his throat. The rabbit attempted to yank them free, pulling Frosty forward as a result, but the cheetah's fingers clenched and shoved more of Pickra's legs into his mouth. Pickra's failed tug was followed by a firm push, trying to shake his friend loose, but only succeeded in stuffing his legs farther down Frosty's throat with a wet shllrrrk.

Frosty abruptly swallowed again to avoid gagging from the unexpected shove, appearing to have a bit of difficulty. Although the cheetah was an experienced predator when it suited him, he often only indulged on those willing to take the plunge (with a few notable exceptions). The svelte cat wasn't built for wrestling down unruly prey. On the other hand, risking an upset stomach and a sore jaw was a better alternative to being battered by rabbit feet.

Hunching down, Frosty opened wide and shoved more of Pickra's fuzzy thighs into his mouth. His rough tongue explored and tasted them in earnest, drool matting down the blue fur as he drew out the pleasant blueberry flavor. He was starting to get into it, rumbling with a soft purr as he worked his way up his friend's lower body.

Pickra arched up and wriggled, hips swaying in the cheetah's face as he sputtered, still trying to work himself free. "C-C'mon, chee, not you, too!" he whined.

Deocks, who had been quietly observing, smirked at the protest. His arms tightened around the rabbit's shoulders to keep Pickra against his belly, watching him steadily vanish into Frosty's gaped jaws. "Looks like a bunny is about to become cheetah food, to me."

The wiggling grew more animated when Frosty's hands came up to grope his friend's hips in response. There was a pleasant squish to the bunny's curves. Beneath the soft, plush fur was an ample layer of padding, built up by Pickra's own indulgences. Frosty had contributed to them on a few occasions, even. Now it was his turn to indulge, or so he hoped. Even with the blue rabbit's legs pinned together in his throat, what still remained of his friend was quite daunting.

Squeezing and kneading Pickra's hips, the cheetah rocked his jaws to begin stretching them over his biggest hurdle. The bunny wiggled earnestly in response, trying desperately to work himself free. Neither he nor Frosty were making much progress in either direction. Nibbling and slurping wetly around the bottom of Pickra's rump, Frosty hunched down and gave a firm tug on the bunny's waist, jaw aching in protest as he tried cramming plump cheeks into his mouth.

"C'mon, chee, I know you've got it in you," the green wolf encouraged. "Lemme help."

Adjusting his grip on the blue rabbit, Deocks grabbed Pickra at the shoulders and lifted his torso. Pickra gasped, taking a deep breath of fresh air when his face finally escaped the wolf's thick fur. Opening his mouth to shoot off another protest, he instead let out a yelp as he was firmly shoved toward Frosty's jaws.

Frosty made an "mmmf!" of his own at the unexpected shove. The rabbit's hips were more than a mouthful for the petite cheetah. Eyes clenched shut, ears laid back, Frosty forced himself to swallow, lips drawn taut around the widest part of Pickra's hips. It took several attempts, noisily squelching around the bunny's thighs as he attempted to force them down. With Deocks' assistance, Frosty eventually succeeded in fitting the bunny's rump into his throat, only to be impeded by his own collar. The thick bulge of Pickra's hips strained the leather band, making it uncomfortably tight against his neck.

Reaching for the buckle, Frosty tugged at it with his claws, but it refused to loosen due to how tightly the ends were drawn. It was nearly impossible to breathe, making it all the more urgent that he loosen or remove his collar. After a few attempts he began to panic and back up, determining that letting Pickra go was a better option than choking on him.

Seeing the white cat relenting, Deocks lifted Pickra's torso higher and leaned in. "Don't give up now, kitty, you're doing good!" he encouraged, while giving a firm push toward Frosty.

Frosty made a muffled "hrrk!" as the leather strap pulled tighter against his throat, face beginning to turn red. The cheetah attempted to unfasten his collar again, feeling himself growing dizzy. The leather made a strained noise, the finally let go when the green wolf tried to force more of the bunny into Frosty's throat. The snap that followed was clearly audible, the front of the collar tearing and falling open.

Gllllllllk! The rabbit's hips abruptly slid deeper once the tension was relieved.

"Heh, look at that, you snapped the chee's choker!" Deocks teased.

Pickra's face turned a vivid purple hue at the insinuation, but he merely huffed loudly, too stunned to reply to the critical hit.

Frosty breathed a heavy sigh of relief through his nose, only to be tickled by a fluffy rabbit tail that nearly earned a sneeze. It was flicking erratically back and forth, a clear sign of Pickra's disapproval. When the cheetah's tongue slid across the front of the bunny's crotch and lapped between his thighs, however, the fervent twitching stopped, Pickra's tail stiffening upright.

The reaction didn't go unnoticed. Frosty rolled his tongue back and forth, realizing that his friend's groin was now resting directly atop it. He could feel a distinct shape beneath Pickra's denim. Shame that they hadn't bothered to undo or remove the bunny's shorts before cramming him down Frosty's throat.

When he applied more pressure to the obvious bulge, Pickra shuddered and let out a whine. "H-hey, s-stop that...th-that's...nnnf...cheating!"

The cheetah's lips made a little smirk. Grumpy as the rabbit was, there was a distinctly flustered tone in his protest. Flattening his tongue, Frosty pressed more firmly and continued massaging, resulting in a soft groan that Pickra tried desperately to muffle. Not one to pass up the opportunity to fluster his friend, Frosty traced his fingertips along the bunny's soft belly while he slurped, moving lower until he felt a brass button. He popped it open with little effort then tugged down the zipper, allowing Frosty to wriggle his tongue into the open shorts.

"Hnnnh, F-Frosty!"

Frosty groaned when he felt the bunny's feet clench, currently pushed against the pit of his stomach. Clearly Pickra was enjoying the oral attention, whether he was willing to voice it or not. A pair of sleek underwear was hindering direct contact, but the rough cat tongue was stimulating enough despite it. The blue rabbit was almost mewling with excitement by the time Frosty resumed gulping down his hips.

"Mmmf, th-this isn't...f-fair," Pickra murmured.

"Shhh, just enjoy the ride, bun," Deocks reassured. Reaching down, he gripped Pickra's wrists and gently tucked them into the cheetah's yawning mouth to pin his arms. He then placed his hands on the bunny's cheeks and gave him a steamy kiss on the lips to muffle further protests.

Ulllllk! As much as Frosty wanted to continue teasing and working up Pickra, the urge to swallow the bunny's ample hips had become irresistible. His tongue snuck one final, shameless glide along the now-erect package before it vanished down the back of his throat, making its own distinct impression on the petite cat's neck.

With the biggest hurdle cleared, Frosty resumed swallowing at regular intervals, teeth combing across Pickra's belly, upper jaw pinning the bunny's tail against his lower back. A pair of large rabbit feet were making an increasingly distinct impression in the cheetah's abdomen, soon joined by Pickra's legs. Frosty was still unsure whether he'd be able to manage the entire bunny, but there was no turning back, his belly beginning to sag and settle onto his thighs with Pickra's weight.

"Mmmh, there's a good bun. We'll get you reunited with your wuff soon enough," Deocks reassured, breaking their lengthy kiss.

"Gonna turn you both into eggs, next chance I get," Pickra quietly grumbled.

Smirking, the green wolf let go of Pickra's cheeks and booped his nose, pushing lightly as Frosty began gulping down his chest. "Assuming you get a next chance."

With a noisy shlrrrk, his shoulders and head disappeared into Frosty's jaws, leaving only a lengthy pair of rabbit ears dangling from the cheetah's lips as he gently pursed them. Frosty's stomach noisily gurgled when he paused, protesting being packed with so much bunny. The cheetah preferred meals that were more suitable for a petite predator. He already felt he might burst without warning, stomach stretched taut around his friend's lower body.

Despite a growing dull ache, Frosty leaned his head back and took a mighty gulp. His hands pushed and kneaded over his belly to help squeeze the wriggly bunny down into a more accommodating position as he finished swallowing, swollen stomach proudly defining Pickra's figure. Slumping forward, Frosty was left panting to catch his breath, looking more than a bit uncomfortable as he tried to soothe his overly full belly.

Deocks joined the cheetah in massaging his noisy gut, feeling out their friend's position. "Holy hell, I didn't think you were gonna manage, chee," he chuckled.

The cheetah's stomach lurched and tightened, prompting Frosty to lift a hand to his mouth as a wet, blueberry-and-popcorn-scented belch escaped. "Rrrrph, n-neither did I," he admitted. "I think..." His belly audibly churned again, making Frosty wince. "...I feel like I'm gonna throw up..."

A pair of bunny feet pushed from within the cheetah's gut, making a much more distinct impression for several seconds. The voice that followed was muffled, but they both heard Pickra grumble, "Good!" clearly enough.

Leaning down, Deocks nuzzled the cheetah's stomach and rubbed it firmly between his hands. "Settle down and be a good meal for Frosty, you're just kitty food now. He'd be awfully upset if you make him spit you back up."

"I'll be more upset if he doesn't!" the cheetah's stomach returned.

The wolf's teasing request didn't make Pickra any less squirmy, so Deocks wrapped both arms around Frosty's engorged stomach and gently hugged to help subdue the blue bunny. The pressure elicited another burp, this one heavier than the last. Licking his lips afterward, Frosty slumped back and sprawled out on his side of the sofa, looking somewhat relieved.

"Hehe, feel better?" the wolf asked, scooting on the couch so he could lay against the cheetah's bloated middle, exploring it with his fingers.

Frosty nodded lightly. "A bit. Gosh, can't remember the last time I felt this full, but...mmf..." His back arched when his stomach jostled, the cheetah's toes curling. "...glad you talked me into it."

A wet gurgle prompted Deocks to settle into the sofa so he could rest his head against Frosty's huge stomach and listen. He could hear the bunny inside quietly grumbling to himself, no longer actively kicking but still trying to push the cat's stomach away with his hands and feet. The wolf resumed rubbing, gently pushing and massaging Frosty's belly in lazy circles. The attention made it noisily gworgle, the cheetah peering down at Deocks with a blush.

"Don't think I'm going anywhere for a while. Should I put on another movie?" Frosty inquired, reaching down and ruffling the green fur between his friend's ears.

"Go for it," Deocks replied, wagging against the couch and giving Frosty's stomach a slightly firmer squeeze. "I don't have any other plans tonight." Well, he had one thing in mind, but didn't divulge it to Frosty. Deocks had a decent head-start on Frosty; the wolf's bloated belly had already softened a good deal by now. He was certain he'd have room for a second course soon enough.

Once Frosty settled on what to watch, he wiggled down into the sofa and tucked one arm beneath his head, the other resting at the top of his round belly. Between Deocks lightly groping his abdomen and Pickra having finally settled down, Frosty was feeling quite content and purring steadily. Before long, the sluggish feeling after a big meal began to creep up on him as well. He didn't want to fall asleep, though. Frosty was enjoying the blue bunny's intermittent squirming too much to sleep him off. Every time he felt himself beginning to doze, Frosty subtly shifted position to keep awake, but he could only do so much with Deocks cuddled up to his belly.

Soon, Frosty noticed his friend was no longer actively kneading, the wolf's arms partially wrapped around his middle. Rubbing between Deocks' ears resulted in a soft groan and a light nuzzle into the cheetah's stomach. Peering over the dome of his belly, Frosty smiled when he realized Deocks had fallen asleep, using him as a warm (albeit noisy) body pillow.

Well, I guess there's no harm in it. Digesting Pickra would be no small task, there would likely be plenty of him left to knead and render down after a little nap. A soft caress over the bunny-shaped outline confirmed Frosty's stomach was just getting started. It mutedly growrgled, followed by a blueberry burp that Frosty stifled to avoid disturbing his friend.

Gosh, he tastes nice. Might have to revisit this sometime. The cheetah's mind focused on his belly as he closed his eyes, letting out a deep, contented sigh. It didn't take long for him to drift off, leaving his belly to digest Pickra uninterrupted...

* * * * * * * * * *

A resounding boooom snapped Frosty awake, shooting upright and looking around hurriedly, heart pounding. The living room was still rumbling, but it wasn't coming from the TV. The movie they fell asleep to had long-since finished and the display had gone into standby mode.

"...the hell was that?" he asked himself. A snort and a quiet murmur brought his attention to the green wolf still cuddling his stomach. Somehow, Deocks was still asleep against him, only mildly disturbed by Frosty's abrupt reaction. How he could have slept through all that, he had no idea.

Frosty's eyes snapped to the window when a brilliant white flash illuminated the curtains, followed by another rumbling crash moments later that made his tail floof. Great, it's thundering. Frosty slid down and buried himself against the sofa, hoping to block out the storm. He was indifferent to the weather itself, but loud, unexpected noises tended to put him on edge. A heavy _thunk_on the window jolted Frosty, letting out a short yelp.

"Mmmh, stop wiggling so much."

Frosty's eyes peered down at his friend. "S-sorry. Just startled."

"Nnh, just...digest like good food..." As Deocks murmured, his arms hugged the cheetah's belly, eliciting a soft gurgle. Frosty's cheeks flared, realizing Deocks was likely talking in his sleep. Dreaming or not, a pair of hands pressed against Frosty's sides and rubbed back and forth, making him groan under his breath.

Oh gosh, that feels really good. Frosty's belly felt rather malleable, despite the fact he'd only been asleep for an hour or so. He reached down to check for himself, fingers sinking in a few inches as if he was kneading dough. The attention caused his stomach to flex, turning his head to let out an abrupt belch, followed by a sharp "hrrrk" as Deocks pushed more firmly on his stomach.

"Rude, tryin' to sleep, here," the wolf groggily murmured.

Frosty felt a solid object squelch up his throat as the rubbing made his belly heave, leaning over the side of the sofa as he gagged. A dripping skull landed on the carpet with a wet plap, a soggy black collar draped over top of it. The silver nametag dangling from it clearly identified the former owner.

Deocks chuckled, crossing his arms over Frosty's stomach to prop himself. "Hairball?"

He giggled and shook his head. "Nah, just a stubborn bunny that didn't want to make the whole trip through."

Leaning over, the green wolf smirked as he spied the polished skull on the floor. "He sure didn't last long, must have _really_wanted to be cheetah fat."

Frosty's belly warmed at the suggestion, and he could swear he saw the rabbit skull blushing. Before he could respond to Deocks, another thunder crash shook the house, sounding nothing short of an explosion. Frosty nearly leapt off the sofa, his tail fluffing again, hackles standing on end.

The cheetah's spooked appearance made Deocks teasingly "aww" and hug Frosty's belly again. "What's the matter, chee? Afraid of a little thunderstorm?"

Frosty immediately shook his head, ears sheepishly pinning back as his cheeks flushed. "N-no, I just...startle easily." He reached back to brush his mane flat, but his tail was still humorously bushy and flicking rapidly to either side.

"Poor chee. If you need somewhere quiet...ish to hide..."

"I'll be fine," Frosty interjected. He recognized the look Deocks was giving him, paired with a wagging green and white tail.

Dipping his head to nuzzle Frosty's belly, he gave it a kiss and rumbled. "You sure? Promise it'll be nice and cozy, you'll be back to sleep in no time. Besides, you got that huge bunny all to yourself. Wuffie didn't last long at all. I could easily go for seconds."

Frosty sighed, even though he was blushing. "C'mon, I rarely pred as it is. Not just gonna jump down a friend's throat after I've stuffed myself silly."

A warm tongue licked over the dome of Frosty's soft belly. "Not even a little bit?" A hungry rumble followed.

"You're not gonna take 'no' for an answer, are 'ya?" Frosty huffed.

"Haven't heard a 'no' yet," Deocks pointed out. Another warm lick made the cheetah's toes curl, fidgeting beneath his friend.

"Nnnf, greedy wolf," he replied defeatedly. "How about we make a deal?"

Deocks' tail began wagging faster, grinning at Frosty. "Go on."

Frosty briefly scanned the room as he considered how to make a fair offer. There was a deck of cards on the coffee table, he knew where to find dice. "A quick, friendly game of sorts. Winner gets a stuffed belly."

Now it was Deocks' turn to blush. "You mean I end up chee food if you win?"

He nodded. "And if you win, you'll get the second course you're after."

The prospect of cramming Frosty's round belly down his throat was too good to pass up, even if it meant risking his own hide. And Deocks wouldn't be too upset if he lost. Without missing a beat, the wolf reached for an empty glass soda bottle and offered it to Frosty. "Spin the Bottle. Whoever the bottle points to gets eaten."

Frosty peered at the empty cola. "Make it three times, and I'm game."

"Deal." Deocks was furiously wagging as he sat up. "Looking forward to having you squirming inside me, tasty chee."

"Better hope that doesn't come back to bite you," Frosty warned. He hefted himself into a sitting position and slid over while Deocks moved to the opposite side of the coffee table. "I'll go first."

Placing the glass bottle on its side, Frosty sharply twisted to set it spinning in place. Both friends watched anxiously as the neck of the bottle rotated between them, gradually losing momentum until it began to lazily turn. The neck of the bottle was skewed to one side but pointed mostly toward Deocks.

Frosty giggled. "Well, that's unfortunate. Good thing we agreed on three strikes, huh?"

Deocks huffed, cheeks redder. He reached for the bottle, but a spotted hand came down on top of his.

"Don't I get a kiss, first?" the cheetah teased. "That's the whole point of Spin the Bottle."

"Guess we're making up rules as we go." He stuck his tongue out at Frosty.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Deocks smirked and leaned across the table as requested, swiftly met by a chee's waiting lips. Frosty's hand came to rest gently on the back of his head, interlocking muzzles for a long moment before the two parted.

"Wasn't so bad, huh?" Frosty batted his eyes at his friend, then was playfully shoved away.

"You won't be saying that when the next kiss is a wolf's jaws wrapping around your face." Deocks sharply twisted the bottle, still looking confident despite being a point down. As the bottle slowed and lazily turned away one last time, the wolf's grin widened. It was now pointed almost directly at Frosty. "That's more like it."

Frosty shrugged. "Just means we're tied, not the worst thing that's happened. Do I still get to kiss you?"

"You're just stalling, chee. Get on with it."

"Your loss." Frosty took a turn spinning the bottle, and to his disappointment, it wound up pointing back at him again. He furrowed his brow at the bottle, then looked up at Deocks, who was wagging excitedly all over again.

"Just one more to win it. Better start doing some stretches, because it's gonna be a tight fit for you, kitty." Deocks gave the bottle another rapid spin, eagerly waiting for it to indicate it was time for his second course. To his disappointment, the bottle slowed, and it became clear it wasn't going to make it all the way around to Frosty.

Frosty started to tease but was interrupted by a sharp thundercrack that made him jump, looking to the window. "Cheeeeesus Christ, I thought the storm had passed."

While frosty was looking to the window, a green hand snuck up and gave the bottle enough of a nudge to point it away from Deocks. He slid it back into his lap, hoping he hadn't been noticed.

Shaking his head and grumbling, Frosty peered down at the coffee table, and was surprised to discover the bottle was, once again, facing him. He looked for several seconds, then suspiciously lifted his gaze to Deocks, who was trying to look as innocent as possible despite furiously wagging.

'I'm, like, 99% sure you cheated," Frosty observed flatly.

The wolf simply smirked. "But are you 100% sure? You got pretty spooked by the thunder."

Frosty let it sink in for a moment. "Well...I mean...no, I wasn't looking directly at the bottle when it stopped," he mumbled.

"So, do I get to pack a tasty chee into my belly, or are you gonna keep dragging this out?"

Sigh. Frosty didn't want things to get heated. Might as well go with it; he'd eventually awaken in the reforming suite at CATS anyway. Without a word, he rose from the sofa and began to undo the drawstrings on his pajamas. Turning to face away from his friend, he inched down the waistband and bent over to remove his pants. Frosty felt a bit timid that he wasn't wearing underwear, but his nudity would be covered by wolf fur soon enough.

Stepping out of his pajamas, Frosty turned to look over his shoulder. "So...how do you wanna..."

Deocks had already made his decision. He was now kneeling behind Frosty, peering up at him as he placed his hands on the cheetah's soft, squishy hips. There were much softer thanks to Pickra; he couldn't resist a feel. "Just stay right where you are, chee."

Frosty's arms came up to steady himself when Deocks gave his hips a firm tug. The wolf's jaws gaped open to receive them, smashing those plush cheeks inside. It seemed like an impossible thing, but Frosty knew what he needed to do to make it work. Bending his knees, the white cheetah squat down as if he was sitting. When Deocks moved his hands to Frosty's thighs and gave a tug, he did end up seated in the wolf's mouth, tail pinned against his lower back.

"O-oh gosh, a-are you sure about this? That's a lot of chee to get your jaws around."

Deocks responded by wiggling his jaws and pulling again, forcing the cheetah's knees to bend until his spotted thighs were resting against his own stomach.

Gllllllllk!

A guilty shiver ran up Frosty's back when he felt his hips slide into the wolf's throat. His stomach gurgled unhappily, thighs pressing tighter against it as Deocks swallowed him butt-first. He still wasn't sure the wolf would manage, but Deocks certainly looked determined enough. And as his throat clenched around the chee's flexed hips, Frosty suddenly slid several inches deeper.

Blushing brightly, Frosty looked over his shoulder to watch greedy wolf jaws crawl up his waist. Frosty wiggled his hips, which turned into a shuddery groan when Deocks' tongue unexpectedly curled between his thighs. He couldn't help being excited despite his initial objection to being wolf food, gasping as his length was massaged back and forth. Any reservations he may still have were tossed out the window.

Deocks was looking quite pleased with himself, focusing his attention on Frosty's stiff shaft, though his throat continued massaging the chee's hips deeper, closer to the wolf's rumbling stomach. Frosty was groaning and trying to grind his shaft against his friend's tongue, but soon his crotch moved beyond reach as Deocks' throat insistently pulled on him. Frosty's stiff length ended up sandwiched between his thighs, the snug fit of his friend's throat making it difficult to continue grinding.

All Frosty could do now was wait for the wolf's throat to massage down his folded body, whining heatedly every time the contractions made his cock subtly grind between his thighs. A warm breath rolled up his back when Deocks huffed, gaping impressively to force Frosty's soft belly into his mouth. The wolf's confidence was well-placed; he was making steady advances over the chee's engorged stomach with each swallow. Eventually he reached up and grabbed Frosty's shoulders, pulling them firmly and causing a loud squelch as he forced his meal in.

Frosty almost squeaked when his belly was swiftly crammed into Deocks' throat. The maneuver forced his legs to fully extend, wiggling paws now pressed to either side of Frosty's head. Being folded in half put him in an undignified position, but at least he was limber enough for it to work. A predatory growl filled his ears as Deocks' slick jaws worked their way toward his chest, hot breaths rolling up the back of Frrosty's neck.

Uncomfortably cramped as he was, Frosty let out another steamy moan as his butt dipped into the green wolf's impatient belly. The body heat radiating within was like a sauna, wetly burbling as his hips fully slid into the slimy chamber, causing Deocks' stomach to sag further into his lap. It made the wolf's bushy tail enthusiastically wag (more than it already was), groaning around his late-night meal. Frosty felt something press to his hips, but paid it no mind. He was too occupied with being wolf food.

Frosty's ears perked when Deocks' palms slid off his shoulders, grabbing him by the wrists and lifting the cheetah's arms toward his gaped maw. Both hands slipped in, greeted by a warm canid tongue before they joined Frosty's chest in the wolf's throat. As the wolf's esophagus squeezed, both arms slid down his body until they were nestled between Frosty's thighs, leaving only a pair of spotted shoulders and a blushing face outside.

The cheetah's heart was racing. He could clearly feel Deocks' pulse against his body, nearly matching his own. When the green wolf's belly clenched around his hips and thighs, Frosty let out a shaky moan and closed his eyes tight. All horned up at being wolf food, length grinding between his thighs each time he rocked, Frosty was teetering on a climactic precipice. If only he could wiggle an arm further down his body to stroke himself.

"Hnnnnh! A-almost have your food down," Frosty crooned. "D-don't stop swallowing until... chrrrp!...you have an entire chee in your belly."

Deocks didn't need any encouragement. His tongue lolled over his bottom lip, cradling Frosty's neck and wetting it down with strings of drool. Although Frosty's collar had torn earlier that evening, it somehow remained around his neck. With another deep gulp, the white chee watched a predator's jaws crawl over his head, tongue curling over his chin. He felt it push on his snout, as if giving the last nudge needed to slip Frosty's head and paws into his throat.

A loud, noisy shlrrrrrk filled Frosty's ears as everything darkened. More of his lower body was abruptly forced into the tight, slimy gut. His face was liberally smeared in slick fluids as the natural undulations of Deocks' throat continued forcing him down, hearing deep panting once the wolf's mouth was no longer occupied.

Deeply satisfied groans reverberated through the wolf's stomach as Frosty finally settled in, still folded in half and hardly able to wiggle as a result. Then came a breathless voice. "Mmmh, goddamn, that's a good kitty. Such a big, filling meal."

The praise was followed by a loud, crass belch that made Deocks' insides rumble. When his surroundings clenched, Frosty felt it again: a solid object in the wolf's stomach which he couldn't immediately identify. Contents shifted and caused the item to slide against him, being kneaded up his body until it slipped between Frosty's thighs. His fingers brushed against it, then his face erupted in a hot blush when he realized what it was.

Forest's collar. He could clearly identify the golden medallion by touch alone. The soggy leather strap settled into his lap, then began to wind around his throbbing cock as if guided by an invisible force. It was exactly the thing Frosty needed to tip over the edge. His slick length rolled through Forest's coiled collar like a sleeve, encouraging heated moans as he reached his peak. The cheetah's supple hips jerked as his shaft began to throb, ropes of gooey cheetah seed spattering the inside of his thighs and belly.

"Oooh, did you just cum?" a familiar voice teased. "Such a bellyslut, getting off to the fact that a wolf is going to digest you."

Frosty didn't mind. Everything about his current situation was fueling his pleasure. He _loved_satisfying a predatory friend. The possessive way he was embraced, feeling a slick gullet and a steamy belly claiming his body, a pair of hands approvingly kneading him from the other side; "bellyslut" was as fitting a term as Frosty could hope for. His mind was a foggy haze, overwhelmed by all manner of physical and mental stimulation.

The cheetah's surroundings rocked as he was lifted and jostled, sloshing heated digestive fluids over him. This was followed by an abrupt thump from Deocks dropping his weight onto the sofa. Everything tipped to one side, followed by more firm kneading from a pair of hands roaming Deocks' huge belly.

As the intense pleasure began to taper off and sensations dulled, Frosty was left a panting, purring mess. Afterglow kept his body sensitive to touch, making the wolf's erotic massage all the more satisfying to Frosty. He wanted to say something, to confess his steamy thoughts to Deocks, but he felt too mentally frazzled to manage more than soft mewls.

"Mmmf, so full...probably... hrrrf...gonna take all night to digest you and all that extra bunny weight you're carrying."

Frosty was no longer annoyed at the fact that he'd been devoured after his own moment of predatory indulgence. The mood had been entirely flipped on its head. Worn down from his orgasm and the thick, humid environment, his energy was quickly escaping. He managed a lazy wriggle now and then, but eventually Frosty fully relaxed and let Deocks' stomach take control.

More fluids dribbled over him in gooey strands, clumps of fur beginning to rub free as the stomach undulated and squeezed over him. Frosty could feel his head getting heavy, but he fought back the urge to let himself drift off. He wanted this serene moment to last, even as a tingling sensation spread across his body.

The first signs of digestion. Nothing would stop it from happening, least of all Frosty. He was wolf food now, and Deocks' stomach was more than eager to treat him as such. Despite a dark desire to feel his friend digesting him alive, though, the congested space soon coaxed Frosty to sleep, sparing him the rough treatment in store...

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SNORT!

Deocks' eyes snapped open as loud gunfire pulled him from a deep slumber. Rubbing his eyes and face, he propped himself up and grumbled at the TV. The movie's climax, a lively action scene, was playing out, having forgotten to switch everything off before he'd fallen asleep.

"Damn it, just when that dream was getting good."

The wolf's mind had been occupied by vivid images of his spotty friend: the white cheetah sprawled out on the bed, hips wiggling at him invitingly. He'd crawled over Frosty and was just beginning to grind against him before his erotic dream was interrupted. The stiff erection that resulted was standing tall in his shorts and demanding further attention. When Deocks rolled onto his back, his bloated stomach sagged against it, encouraging a slow grind.

Grinning, he reached down and squeezed his belly, lifting his hips to rock more firmly into his own soft gut. The distinct feline figure under his white fur had already softened a good deal, mutedly gurgling when he massaged it to feel out the cheetah's progress. An efficient predator, there wasn't much to distinguish Frosty from any other digested meal. Every inch of Deocks' stomach felt soft and malleable to the touch.

"Damn, didn't last long at all, did you?" he chuckled. "Almost like you were meant to be digested by me."

Deocks put more intent to his grinding, underwear stretched taut around his cock as he rocked into the soft pudge. Closing his eyes, he shivered and let his tongue loll to one side, beginning to softly pant as he used his stomach to pleasure himself. It gurgled in mild protest, but Deocks was more concerned with getting off. Hunched forward, he pinned his gut between his body and thighs for greater effect.

It came at a cost. The sensation had initially been subtle, but growing pressure deep in his gut soon caught the wolf's attention. He tried to ignore it, firmly humping his stomach with a steady rhythm, but each thrust only made it worse.

"Nnngh, c-c'mon chee, just...hold your horses a bit...nnnf..."

Clenching his bowels only made the urge stronger. Between Forest, a bunny and a mostly digested cheetah, he would have to get up sooner than later to empty his colon. Biting his lip, Deocks tried to suppress the need, shivering from the pressure within his gut combined with the stimulation he was giving his cock.

Eventually, the wolf sat upright and let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay, okay, I get it. Kitty Litter wants out."

Deocks struggled to lift himself off the sofa, then began waddling to the bathroom. The need to void his bowels was becoming urgent, keeping his glutes clenched to ensure it wasn't premature. Shoving the bathroom door open, the green wolf quickly lifted the toilet lid and turned as he tugged his underwear off his butt, dropping his padded hips onto the seat with his tail hiked.

All Deocks needed to do was relax his muscles, toes curling as his tailhole began to stretch open. A thick brown mass of wolf shit began to smoothly emerge between his cheeks, tail wagging as he felt his bowels massaging and squeezing out what remained of his three friends.

"Ohhhh, you guys sure did...hnnnnngh...leave a lot behind," he murmured, fidgeting on the seat when the thick log broke and fell into the toilet, followed by another coil of soft, compacted waste. "Glad you're...mmmf...not making it difficult to shit you out..."

As his belly gradually shrank, Deocks managed to reach around it and curl his fingers around his underwear-wrapped cock, still standing proud even as he was taking a dump. Squeezing out his digested friends was delightfully naughty, slumping forward and beginning to quickly stroke while his colon worked.

Deocks growled and clenched when he felt something more solid passing his stretched ring. Grinding into his hand, he spread his thighs to peek at the brown mass filling the bowl. A pair of black collars were sinking into the water, wrapped tightly around the thick loaf. Recognizing the owners struck a chord, humping and tightening his fingers around his shaft as a wet spot spread in his boxers.

The tipping point came when the packed log tapered down and slid free, something much more prominent being squeezed through his colon. Frosty's skull soon emerged, momentarily halting the wolf's progress. Deocks stroked himself furiously as his ass cheeks spread wide, a feline muzzle protruding. Straining against it, Deocks continued to push until he finally shit out the stained cat skull with a deep groan.

Being suddenly relieved was enough to make him blow. Despite the underwear wrapped around his dick, a thick splurt of wolf cum erupted through the fabric and landed on his stomach, followed by several more creamy shots. Deocks laid his head back, tongue hanging out and panting heavily as he rode out the intense peak, a white glob gathering on the front of his underwear as the throbbing tapered off.

With a dreamy sigh, the wolf slumped forward and rested both arms on his thighs, catching his breath while admiring what had become of Frosty, Forest, and Pickra. Slimy clumps of white, grey, and blue fur clung to the thick logs, along with a number of personal items that had been swallowed with their respective owners. His tail lazily thumped against the porcelain tank as Deocks stood up, slipping his sticky underwear back into place, then blotting his fur and crotch with toilet paper to mop up the worst of the mess.

"Mmmh, thanks for the fun," he quietly growled while rubbing his soft belly. There would be more to let out eventually, his stomach still working through what hadn't already been fully digested.

Peering over his shoulder, Deocks briefly considered flushing, but even Forest's pred-centric toilet would likely struggle. It would be someone else's problem, either way. Grinning stupidly as he returned to the living room, Deocks gathered his belongings and headed to the front door, just in time for it to swing open.

Fomo jumped back in surprise at seeing a pudgy green wolf just inside his doorway. Deocks grinned knowingly and his tail picked up wagging again. His belly made a soft growl and he considered sticking around a bit longer, considering that he'd just made room.

"Don't even think about it," the grey and white mouse grumbled. "You'll get an express trip through my gut." Fomo casually strolled inside, pushing the wolf's muzzle well away as he passed.

"Good thing I was just leaving," Deocks smirked, eyeing Fomo's wide hips as the mouse sighed defeatedly at a messy living room.

"Where's Forest and Frosty? They're gonna get an earful for leaving the house in this state."

"I last saw 'em in the bathroom," Deocks admitted without an ounce of shame.

"Oh joy, can only imagine why," Fomo groaned, rolling his eyes as he moved to shut the door.

"Later, Fomo! Hope you get to join movie night sometime." Deocks turned and strolled to the sidewalk, indulging thoughts of Fomo's wide hips slipping down his throat. Moments later the mouse's voice angrily rang through the house, muffled but clear enough to anyone nearby.

"OH WHAT THE HE-"

The wolf's pace hastened and he quickly vanished around the corner in case Fomo decided to come after him...