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A mass of comforter shifted on the sofa when the smell of brewing coffee began to waft from the kitchen and fill the air. A grey and white cat was comfortably curled in the corner of the couch, surrounded on most sides by the blanket he had burrowed into and barely occupying a cushion's width. Although the furniture transformed into a cozy hideaway bed, Felinus had opted to make a nest in the comforter instead. He was a creature of habit, more prone to feline behaviorisms than most.

Frosty thought it cute, and had decided to let his visiting friend continue napping while he quietly prepared a pot of coffee. The white cheetah propped his elbows on the counter, idly swaying side to side while he waited somewhat impatiently for the coffee maker, pondering breakfast. A mug idly rocked between his hands as he watched it brew, bearing his current outlook: Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing.

A pink tail swayed freely as the cheetah's hips shifted, grey and white fleece hanging loosely on his body and masking the cheetah's feline features, for the most part. Cold weather had left a chill in the home, prompting Frosty to slip into his favorite cozy wear: a grey mouse kigurumi that he'd been gifted some time ago. He didn't mind that his friends liked to playfully tease about the prospect of a cheetah wanting to slip into a mouse. There was truth in it.

A cold draft sent a shiver up the back of his neck, prompting Frosty to draw up the hood. Floppy mouse ears became a prominent feature, completing the cartoonish look of the whole thing. The cheetah quietly grumbled while hugging the soft fleece against his body, wishing his fur did more to combat the chill. Being a svelte savannah cat had drawbacks, the most bothersome being a distinct lack of proper insulation.

The soft trickle of coffee in the decanter was soon joined by noisy burbling and hissing. Finally. Frosty poured himself a mug of steaming coffee, then held it between his hands to let them absorb heat while it cooled. His elbows once again rested on the counter, leaned forward against the surface while he returned to indecision over what to cook.

Frosty was unaware that the smells and sounds of brewing coffee had roused his guest, who was shambling into the kitchen while rubbing his face. He didn't notice a sleepy, yawning mrowl over the steady hiss of the coffee maker winding down, fixated on his own mug for the moment.

Though his vision was still somewhat blurred from morning grogginess, the shape at the other end of the kitchen made Felinus stop in the entryway. A soft body, huge ears, a tapered pink tail....and a cute pair of wide hips invitingly swaying at him. The housecat's mind didn't immediately register that it was simply a costume, of course. It only registered "mouse," which set the cat's belly rumbling.

To a proud mouser, it was the only fact that mattered. His tail lashed quickly as a pink tongue passed over his lips, the cat's senses quickly awakening at the prospect of a good meal. He could likely easily catch this mouse unawares; simply pounce him and gobble him up before he even knew what was happening.

Felinus was frequently much more casual in his approach. After all, he knew mice were meant to be cat food. And as cats were often wont to do, he enjoyed playing with his food. So, he simply strolled up behind Frosty, proceeded to loop his arms around the "mouse's" waist and draw him into a possessive hug.

Frosty's ears perked when he felt a pair of hands reaching around him. "Hmm?" His hands tightened on the mug to avoid fumbling it when he was pulled into the cat's embrace.

"Good morning, little mousie." The soft voice was followed by another empty groan as he pushed himself to Frosty's back, effectively pinning him against the side of the counter.

"Morning, Fel," the cheetah replied, a light blush coming to his cheeks at the friendly greeting. Perhaps overly-friendly, considering that Fel's hands began to grab and rub up and down his body.

The grey housecat perked when he recognized Frosty's voice, partially snapping him from the predatory daze. It didn't, however, spare the cheetah from further teasing. Felinus bumped his nose to the back of Frosty's neck, nuzzling him fondly and taking in a familiar vanilla scent. The cat's hands, meanwhile, proceeded to rub down Frosty's sides until they reached his hips.

"Hee, didn't recognize you at first, chee. Did you dress up as a mousie just for me?"

"N-not exactly...they're just my favorite pajamas." Frosty could feel his face getting warmer, especially when the other cat squeezed him. He knew exactly what Fel was implying. The firm touch earned a subtle wiggle, which rolled his hips against the other cat in the process.

"Mrrrl, that so? Does chee secretly want to be a little mouse? I'd be happy to show you what it's like."

A shiver ran up Frosty's back when he felt the housecat nibbling up the back of his neck through the fleece hood. His squirming encouraged firm kneading, hands roaming up and down Frosty's hips to hold him in place while Fel leaned in, bumping his lap to the cheetah's perky rump. Frosty knew well the kind of effect that rodents had on the housecat. Now that attention was being directed at him.

And though he wouldn't easily admit it, predatory growling was making him flustered. His head leaned as soft nibbling made its way around the side of Frosty's neck, then cheek. Without a hood in the way, Fel was able to tease more directly, a pink tongue dragging up the side of the cheetah's muzzle, bringing out the rosy tint that his fur had been masking. Subtle vanilla flavors encouraged another long slurp from the base of Frosty's neck to his cheek.

"Look at you blushing," Fel observed with a grin. "Getting all wiggly at a kitty teasing you like this, huh?" The housecat's voice lowered to a sultry murmur. "I bet you'd love to be mine, huh? A cute little mousie for a kitty to eat, and a rather tasty one, at that."

The bold statement made Frosty's knees weak, glad to be leaning on the counter for support. He could feel his sheath responding in kind to the suggestion while Fel grabbed handfuls of the cheetah's hips, though baggy pajamas hid the fact. Frosty put the coffee mug down, and was bracing himself while he peeked at the housecat's grinning features from the corner of his eye. There was no mistaking the predatory gleam in Fel's eyes.

"D-don't be silly...shouldn't be...mmf...thinking about eating other kitties." There was a distinct lack of confidence in the cheetah's tone.

As Felinus nuzzled up the side of Frosty's head, he purred quietly into his ear. "You're right about that. What would the other kitties think? Prrrrh, but I bet they wouldn't say a word about me eating a tasty little chee mouse. Especially when he's getting so worked up about it."

Though Fel couldn't see Frosty getting excited, there was an unmistakable scent that was beginning to hang in the air. A hand slid away from the cheetah's hip and reached directly between his legs, drawing fleece snug against a swelling erection and making Frosty chirp loudly, melting into a shaky, pleasured groan afterward. The combination of teasing words and a soft stroke had the desired effect, making Fel smirk.

"Not gonna protest this time?" he purred, nuzzling along Frosty's ear before giving the tip a light nibble and pinching it between his lips. Fel's reply was a soft whine, prompted by a slow stroke along the cheetah's pulsing length.

Guilty fidgeting made the hood of Frosty's pajamas fall back, fully exposing his blushing features. Fel proceeded to mouth over the entire ear, tongue liberally pressing along the inner edge. As much as he would have liked to continue teasing, though, a hungry growl reminded the housecat that he still needed breakfast. Well, that would be remedied soon enough. The other tasted too nice to resist.

The weight on Frosty's body let up, and he found himself abruptly turned to face the other cat. He was gazing directly into his friend's eyes, unable to escape the way they took him in. Unable to escape the predatory look Felinus was giving him. But by this point, Frosty didn't plan to get away, even allowing his friend to pull him closer until his erect shaft was pressed to Fel's belly.

A dark nose bumped Frosty's muzzle up, the cheetah's ears pinning rather submissively when he felt a rough tongue rolling up his neck. The long sweep ended at his chin, while a hand reached up from Frosty's hip to rest on the back of his head. He knew what was coming next, but still tried to lean away on reflex when sharp fangs gleamed in a hungry yawn. Fel's grip on his scruff became firm, pushing the cheetah's muzzle past his lips while his tongue curled beneath Frosty's chin.

The last thing Frosty saw was a fleshy yawn wrapping around his face, branding the image into his mind as he tightly closed his eyes. He chirped at the abruptness as he was plunged into the housecat's throat, accompanied by a wet glrrrk. His fur was drizzled with strings of drool, neck and cheeks liberally sampled by Fel's tongue as he began to work the cheetah's head into his throat.

A hand shifted from Frosty's hip to his butt, giving a shameless squeeze while the white spottycat wiggled fitfully. Every movement was grinding his stiffness against the inside of his pajamas, giving him more reason to squirm. His fingers brushed across the other cat's waist and belly, coaxing a deep rumble that Frosty could hear much more clearly now that his head was halfway down his friend's throat. His hips jerked at the steamy realization that he was going to be the one satisfying that hunger.

As Felinus began to work his jaw over one of Frosty's shoulders, he rolled his hand down the back of the cheetah's neck and pushed down his kigu. Reaching between them, he began to tug apart the large buttons to undo the front of Frosty's pajamas to undress his breakfast. His teeth nibbled teasingly on the other cat as he held him in place, yawning impressively and twisting his head to fit the other shoulder inside.

Frosty's arms became trapped by a deep gulp that plunged his shoulders into Fel's throat, lifting him up from the floor. As a pair of feline jaws worked down his chest, grey and white fabric was pushed further along his slender frame, being undressed as he was ingested. He couldn't do anything to prevent it, arms pinned to his sides as each greedy tug pulled him closer to the housecat's empty gut.

Gllllp. Mrrrrl. The soft groans kept Frosty blushing, constantly reminded of just how much the other cat was enjoying him. Treating him like a little mouse as he grabbed Frosty by both hips, lifting him onto the counter and planting his rump to use it for leverage. Hunching over the cheetah, Fel lapped across Frosty's belly, earning a muffled giggle and an energetic squirm when he dipped into his belly button.

Just as his face was shoved against the entrance to Fel's stomach, a rough tongue discovered the snowy cat's erection. The taste of excitement was dripping down the cheetah's length, prompting Felinus to wind his tongue around the stiff pink rod to sample as much of that flavor as he could. Tightening against it, he gave Frosty an intimate squeeze that made the cheetah lustily cry out.

Frosty shuddered violently, involuntarily thrusting into the housecat's tongue. His shaft throbbed at the attention, the rolling tongue sending waves of pleasure through his body. It was nearly enough to topple him over the edge into orgasm, but he was left teetering on the brink as another deep swallow pulled his hips toward Fel's throat. In the same moment, his muzzle was squeezed through the top of the housecat's gut, greeting Frosty with an acrid bite. The interior was glossy with slimy gastric fluids, and stiflingly hot.His

As Fel's tongue reached lower, the tip curled around the cheetah's white sac and thoroughly massaged as he hefted Frosty's hips into his throat. He peeled away the kigu and let it slide freely down Frosty's legs, kicked away by guilty squirming and falling to the floor. A pair of hands squeezed his thighs together, preventing him from flailing excessively while a spotted tail swished rapidly in the air. Another heavy swallow forced the cheetah face-first into the bottom of Fel's gut, and soon he was curling forward against himself as his shoulders spilled in.

Although deprived of the cat's delightful tongue, steady massaging from a slimy esophagus kept the cheetah's length dripping as his hips passed down Fel's neck. Pinned against his belly, Frosty could only shift his groin and fidget to grind against the rippling smooth muscle. He was moving quickly now with Fel's throat squelching around most of his body, kneading more of his body into the cat's belly with each clench.

A pair of hands pushed over Frosty's head, kneading over the bulge that was beginning to grow on the housecat's middle. As his legs were efficiently gulped, his torso wetly slid into the slimy chamber, forcing Frosty into a tighter ball to accommodate. In a few more gulps, his ankles were disappearing into the darkness, leaving only the cheetah's kneading paws and flicking tail. Those were pushed back into the grey cat's mouth, rubbing Frosty's feet while his tongue curled over the cheetah's toes.

Gllllllp. The tension increased until a sharp motion sent both feet spilling down Fel's gullet. Frosty was rolled fully onto his back in the slimy belly, knees pushed up to his chest as his legs were squeezed in. As he settled into place, the stomach walls conformed to the cheetah's body and compressed against him, moving in continuous, rolling waves to smear thick fluids into his fur.

And that was it. Frosty now found himself tightly curled in another cat's belly, being possessively massaged by two hands all over his body while viscous gastric juices pooled around him. He'd been swallowed down whole without a second thought, and now? His feline friend was going to digest him for breakfast.

A deep, rumbly mrowl joined the wet gurgling that surrounded Frosty. "Ohhhh, such a good, tasty boy. What a good cheemouse."

The kneading became especially possessive, pushing the stomach walls against Frosty's hips and shoulders as they felt out his curled shape. This, combined with the endless undulations of the cat's abdominal muscles, caused Frosty's still-erect length to push and grind against his slick belly. Unfortunately, his cramped situation prevented him from wiggling his arms down to deal with it himself. The cheetah's arms were pinned down between his body and the stretched stomach walls.

Frosty had to endure lingering on the edge of climax, trembling and whimpering each time the cat's gut bore down on him. The rhythmic grinding arched his back, involuntarily working the cheetah's hips against his body. It left him in a sexually-frustrating loop, allowed just long enough to come down from each "thrust" before another drove his shaft into his belly. He was whining shamelessly, worming about and pushing against the surrounding flesh with his feet.

As Felinus hefted his belly away from the kitchen counter he'd been propped against, his stomach sloshed and began to sway to either side with his steps. He was more than satisfied, if anything feeling overfull now, and the heavy gut would take a good amount of time and energy to work down. He shuffled cautiously back to the living room, cradling his gut in his arms to avoid toppling forward. With a grunt, the grey housecat clambered onto the sofa, letting his belly land in the nest of blankets he'd made the previous night.

"There we are, snack kitty. Mrrrrl, you feel so nice in there, wiggling like a little bellyslut. "Maybe I'll show everyone how nicely you pad a kitty's waist and hips when I'm done."

Hearing Fel teasing him like that struck a chord that was enough to push Frosty over the edge. His body spasmed as his hips jerked, length throbbing between his thighs as he let out a sharp, but muffled yowl. Ropes of cheetah seed spurted across his belly, splattering Frosty in his own emissions despite the itching sensation of his fur being rubbed off his body in wet clumps.

When a deep belch caused the cat's belly to tightly compress around him, the taste of musk on his breath made Fel blush, but grin smugly. His arms tightened on his bloated gut, squeezing the feline shapes beneath his white fur as he curled around Frosty on the couch.

"Ohhh, you really liked that, huh? Glad you're enjoying yourself in there," Felinus teased.

Frosty didn't respond, still blushing heavily despite the awareness that digestion was setting in. The housecat's fingers kneaded and pushed over his belly as his passenger finally began to calm, the tension drained from Frosty's body. As his muscles relaxed, the lingering sensitivity from climax allowed him to feel every fold of the smooth walls working over him, skin itching as potent acids washed over it. He was already feeling drowsy since his friend had burped up most of what had followed him down, and the continuous massage was further encouraging him to surrender to sleep.

As the cheetah's movements tapered off, Felinus wiggled himself deeper into his improvised cat bed and sighed heavily. He was still grinning proudly as he closed his eyes, languidly kneading over his gut at slower intervals. It gurgled noisily at him, the cheetah's shapes losing a bit of definition as he began to soften beneath the surface. It would probably take most of the day to work down such a heavy meal, but it was worth it.

"Mmmh, thanks for breakfast, little cheemouse," Felinus purred, nuzzling his cheek against the softening belly. Within minutes, the grogginess of a heavy meal drew the grey housecat into a deep slumber, letting his body focus its attention and energy on digesting his friend while they both slept...