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For the first time in several days, it didn't come as a surprise when Frosty awakened in his bed. He'd fallen asleep there, after all. He languidly stretched, still feeling the after-effects of the previous day's indulgence. His belly had retained a bit of softness due to the surprisingly fattening bunny, but Frosty discovered it was his hips that bore the brunt of his gluttony as he got ready for his workday. Thankfully, a pair of stretch pants was capable of containing them, even with the added heft, but it still took effort to squeeze into them.

"Hmf, c'mon, bun. I know we joke about you being 'calorie dense,' but this is ridiculous." Sucking in his stomach, Frosty held his breath as he tugged his pants closed, eventually succeeding at buttoning them after several attempts.

"Whew. Finally," he grumbled, his jeans feeling uncomfortably-snug on his hips. He returned to his bedroom, openly swaying as he walked, conscious of the extra weight. A shame that Kanin couldn't be around to see it. He could only imagine how much his bunny would blush, seeing what he'd contributed to Frosty's figure.

Frosty was so distracted with his indulgent thoughts that he didn't notice the notification on his phone as he pocketed it: CATS Readiness Cert - Live Test: in 2 hrs.

He was still oblivious to it when he arrived at work a short while later, much more upbeat than he had been previously. When he passed Felix's office, he noticed his handler seated at his desk, studying what appeared to be the same spread of documents as before. The alarm bells didn't go off immediately, more confused than concerned as Frosty opened the door and poked his head in.

"Hey, Felix. What's the word on the next readiness test?" he casually asked.

The calico's expression shifted to an annoyed look that Frosty had grown used to seeing, peering up from his paperwork. "You mean the one that starts in an hour?"

"Wh-...huh?" Frosty took a moment to process that.

Felix sighed and put his forehead in his palm. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about it, Frosty."

"Did they move it to today?" Frosty groaned. The backup date for a test was generally a week or more after the primary slot, not the day immediately following it.

His handler looked dumbfounded. "Moved? Frosty, they've had this date planned for months."

Frosty hastily reached into his pocket and dug his phone out. The notification that he'd overlooked at home was still waiting. It now stated the test was in an hour. The cheetah's face fell as reality sank in. He hadn't broken the loop after all. The date on his phone, and Felix's desk calendar confirmed the fact.

"Look, you showed up on time, you've got plenty of time to get ready, so it's not a big deal," Felix reassured, though he was still visibly annoyed at his partner's forgetfulness.

Not a big deal for you, Frosty thought to himself. Before he could respond, Felix piped up again.

"You should probably start getting ready soon, looks like you might need extra time to fit into your suit."

Frosty blinked in confusion. "What's that supposed to..." It sank in a moment later. "Oh, eat my ass, Felix."

"I'd probably choke," the calico quipped.

Frosty flipped his handler off and stepped away from the propped office door, letting it close behind him. He was immediately greeted by Tess, who had an amused smirk on her face.

"Lover's quarrel?" she teased.

"Tess, don't even start," Frosty grumbled.

The tuxedo cat tipped her head, realizing his frustration. "Something the matter?"

Frosty considered how to best respond to that. "Well..." He knew he could be honest with her, but would she even be able to do anything, if she took him seriously? "Yes, but...it's complicated."

"More complicated than the time we had to rescue you from Hell?"

Frosty winced at her retort. "Okay, first of all, it was Super Hell; also, you promised you'd never bring that up."

"You're just embarrassed because you were the Super Devil's bi- "

"Tess!" Frosty gave her an icy stare, his cheeks flush.

The black and white cat couldn't hold back her giggle at his expense. "Okay, okay. I'll drop it. What's up?"

Frosty sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly while also pushing that memory out of mind. "Honestly, I don't even know where to begin."

Tess cocked her head. "I hear the very beginning is a good place to start."

The cheetah's face turned into a blank stare, then he rolled his eyes when he pieced together what she was referencing. "I'm going to ignore that. Look, this is all going to sound crazy."

"That's par for the course for you, Frosty," she observed.

"Okay, I'll give you that one. Let me ask you this: what's the strangest thing you've heard of, when it comes to CATS?"

Tess thought back for a moment. "Well, there was that one time one of our agents came back inside-out during a test run."

Frosty's horrified expression matched the pale feeling he felt in his face. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you didn't hear about that incident? When he hopped back, he was literally inside-out. And then exploded."

"He was inside-out AND THEN exploded?" Frosty was just as mortified at Tess's casual tone as he was at learning of the incident.

"He got better!" She cheerfully reported.

"You know what, forget it. I have a test to get ready for." Not that he was looking forward to it, especially after what she'd just told him.

Tess nodded. "Okay. We can chat after the test if you like."

"Sure." Frosty knew it was unlikely that he'd get the opportunity.

"Try not to explode!"

"Not helping!" Frosty called back to her as he began to walk away. When he was out of earshot, he muttered to himself, hoping that Tess had simply been toying with him. "Cheesus Christ, Tess."

On his way to the locker room, he came across the CATS Lead Technician. The diminutive ocelot smiled when he saw Frosty.

"Hey, Mr. K," Frosty said with a wave. It wasn't even his real name, but the nickname Mr. Katz had stuck since he was the one responsible for overseeing CATS operations. His badge even reflected the affectionate nickname, rather than his given one.

"Morning, Frosty. Ready for today's test run?"

"Not particularly," he replied honestly.

"Oh? Feeling a bit of anxiety?"

Frosty nodded. "And then some. I mean, I usually do, but it's different this time."

The ocelot cocked an eyebrow. "Different how?"

He considered whether he should fully disclose what he'd been going through. Nobody had taken him seriously so far. Even Kanin had taken a jab at him after explaining everything. "I dunno, just a feeling I've been having," he eventually replied.

"Well, the previous tests have all gone off without any major hang-ups," Mr. Katz offered.

"Yeah, I know that. I just...can't shake the feeling that something will go wrong. Like ending up in the wrong timeline again." Frosty was deliberately vague, offering just enough information to gauge how Mr. Katz responded.

"Ah, I see. Understandable, given your past incident. But I'm confident that we've rooted out that particular issue, so it shouldn't happen again."

Frosty almost scoffed, but he didn't want to appear rude. "How confident?"

Mr. Katz tipped his head side to side. "Well...admittedly, nothing is certain in this line of work. But if it helps, we'll double-check everything before the test. We've got enough time for it."

Well, it was more than Felix had offered him, at least. "If you could, that'd be great."

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

Frosty shook his head. "Nuh. Like you said, I'm sure it'll be fine. See you in an hour, Mr. K..."

* * * * * * * * * *

A sharp knock snapped Frosty awake. He abruptly sat upright and looked around in confusion. Where was he? The room was rather dark, and it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust. The only light illuminating the room was a faint strip of sun peeking from behind heavy, thick curtains. A soft mattress shifted beneath him when he moved.

He was in the Prince's Palace again, dressed in a formal pink and ornately gold-embroidered gown that conveniently hid his CATS suit. It was much less revealing than the robes he'd donned to get close to Prince Fomo.

"Goddammit," Frosty groaned when he realized it. He'd proceeded with the CATS test, and even with Mr. Katz's reassurance that they would verify everything a second time, he was still not where he was meant to be.

"Why does this keep happening?" More importantly, why was he dressed up? Frosty didn't get a chance to expand on that thought. Another heavy knock at the door made him jump.

"Prince Frosty?"

"Aw, shit," Frosty mumbled. "Uh, come in?" He figured it would be better than not answering, and risk someone barging in.

The door creaked open a moment later. A sleek, sturdy-looking jaguar stepped in and gazed Frosty's direction. "Apologies for disturbing your rest, Prince. Your coach is ready and waiting."

Frosty couldn't hide his confusion. "My coach?"

"Aye. We're to return home and report to the King how the negotiations are proceeding."

"Of course, we are." Frosty didn't mean to say it aloud. "Ah, I'll be right out."

"I'll escort you to the coach when you're ready, Prince." The jaguar politely bowed and closed the door.

"Well, this just gets better and better every time I show up here," Frosty grumbled. At least the Prince's escort was waiting _outside_of the bedroom. It meant he could attempt extraction, and then whatever happened here wouldn't be his problem.

This time, he mentally walked himself through the post-insertion procedure to ensure he didn't skip anything. Anchor and establish contact first, then he could request extraction.

After initiating the Anchor command via his collar, a voice came into Frosty's earpiece. "Error: Anchor failed. Could not establish a link with CATS."

A chill ran up Frosty's spine. "That's...not great." He tapped out the Anchor request on his collar again, with the same result. "...the hell is going on?" The first time he'd showed up in this timeline, he had successfully anchored, though he never got a chance to request extraction, thanks to Prince Fomo. It was the only time he could recall attempting to anchor, however.

Frosty held a finger to his collar and the digital voice was heard again. "Awaiting input."

"Run diagnostics," Frosty said aloud.

"Acknowledged. Running diagnostics."

Frosty looked to the door, praying that he wouldn't be disturbed again. His collar was flickering, messages intermittently appearing on the band, then a ripple of blue light traveled along the circuits lining his CATS suit. Thankfully, the whole process didn't take long.

"Error: could not establish a link with CATS. No other issues reported."

"Great. Fan-freaking-tastic," Frosty sighed. Everything on his end appeared to be working, aside from the fact that he was effectively cut off. No communication, no Anchor, no extraction. He was on his own.

It also meant, for the time being, he would have to play the part of Prince Frosty. A guard was waiting for him, so laying low was out of the question. He didn't see stalling as a viable option, either.

But if he encountered the real Prince Frosty along the way, he'd be doubly screwed.

Might as well take the path of least resistance, and hope for the best. Frosty took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then slid out of bed and proceeded to the door. As promised, the guard was waiting outside for him.

The jaguar gestured at Frosty's head. "Have you misplaced your crown, Prince?"

"Hmm?" Frosty reached up and pat the top of his head, finding only grey fur that made up his short mane. "Oh." He returned to the bedroom and peered around, relieved to find the golden tiara resting on the nightstand beside the bed. If he was going to play the part, he'd certainly have to look it. Frosty admired himself in the mirror after fitting the crown between his ears. His black collar didn't exactly fit the regal attire, but hopefully nobody would bring it up.

Well, here goes nothing. Emerging from the room again, he nodded to the guard. "Shall we...?"

Thankfully, they proceeded through the palace without incident. Neither Prince Fomo nor the other Frosty were encountered on the way to the front entrance. Perhaps they were "occupied" with one another, he thought amusedly. They were met at the door by the mouse's greeter, a Golden Labrador who courteously bowed to Frosty and his escort while wagging.

"The Prince has asked me to give you his regards, and apologize that he could not be here personally to see you off."

"Thank you," Frosty replied. "Prince Fomo has been very...ah...accommodating." He tried not to blush too much as he thought back on the encounters he'd experienced with the mouse.

The Lab's wagging quickened to an excited blur, beaming at the news. "I hope you have a safe journey, Prince Frosty."

As the greeter opened the door for them, sunlight poured in and Frosty found himself looking out across a spacious courtyard. A smooth stone pathway lead from the front door to a round plaza, the most prominent feature being a marble fountain at the center that spilled into a glistening, circular pool. Waiting at the edge of the drive was a glossy black stagecoach, riding on crimson wheels accented with golden inlays. He could see the silhouette of someone seated inside through the window, but he couldn't make them out.

There was an elaborate royal crest painted on the side door: a sprinting cheetah overlayed by a blue coat of arms, which was topped by an ornate golden crown. What stood out to Frosty the most, however, was an unmistakable sigil in the center of the crest.

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"...really? That's the royal crest?" Frosty thought to himself. "A cat face ? That was the best they could do?"

He had to know. Frosty hurried his pace enough to walk alongside his escort rather than immediately behind him. "I don't think I've ever asked, what do you know about the royal crest?"

The jaguar chuckled. "I'm far from the expert on it. Not sure on the exact details, but it was commissioned ages ago. All the designs submitted by our subjects were rejected, and they ended up accepting one created by some Wuff. Name escapes me, though. Something to do with trees, I think. You'd want to ask a historian to get the full account."

Frosty stopped walking for a moment, staring ahead blankly. A _Wuff_with a tree-related name? It couldn't possibly be...

As his escort approached the waiting stagecoach, he turned to face Frosty and gestured toward the door, reaching for the handle to open it for him. The driver, an imposing black jaguar, was seated at the front, a pair of leather reins hanging ahead of him, but curiously, there didn't appear to be any mechanism for moving the coach: mechanical or animal.

When he noticed Frosty approaching, the driver lightly bowed his head, then took up the reins. As soon as they were drawn tight, the gloves on his hands began to shimmer with a brilliant blue aura. The glow traveled down the reins, then began to rapidly grow and spread forward across the pathway. Dust rose from the ground and began to gather in the blue light, forming four shapes. In a few moments, the vague shapes coalesced into four ghostly blue stallions, hitched to the stagecoach by glowing cords.

"Woah..." Frosty had witnessed magic before, but never so elaborate or impressive. He could practically_feel_ it in the air.

His escort chuckled. "Never gets old, eh? My brother always had a flair for the dramatic."

The driver smirked, but said nothing as Frosty stepped up into the open door of the coach, which was promptly closed behind him as he took his seat.

"Hello, Frosty."

Frosty jumped and let out a startled shriek, tail bushing out as he scrambled backwards into the corner of his seat. He found himself face-to-face with Lady Catherine, who was seated opposite him. Her expression made it clear that she wasn't amused to see him.

Lunging for the door, Frosty snatched the handle and pulled sharply, but the door didn't budge. He attempted several times to open it, to no avail. Lady Catherine simply looked on as he struggled to escape, expression unchanged.

Frosty watched his escort mount the stagecoach through the darkened windowpane, climbing up to join the driver in front. He tried banging on the door and the window to get his attention.

"Hey! Heeeeeey!"

Finally, Lady Catherine sighed. "You're wasting your breath. They won't hear you."

Frosty's heart was racing. Lady Catherine was the last person he wanted to meet, after what had taken place. He peered back at her, then noticed the subtle glow emanating from her cleavage, likely from her pendant, Frosty suspected. She was clearly exercising some of her own magic.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she purred. "We have much to discuss." As she spoke, the stagecoach lurched forward and began rolling.

"Why are you here?" Frosty immediately demanded. "HOW are you here? You were mouse food!"

The brown cheetah chuckled. "I got better."

Frosty maintained as much distance as the coach allowed, which meant he was still within easy reach of her at all times. "Okay, but again, _why_are you here?"

Lady Catherine softened her expression. She casually crossed her legs and rested both hands in her lap. "I would like to renegotiate our agreement."

"Hell no," Frosty immediately shot back. "I'm not carrying out your dirty work."

The lady cheetah tsk'd and wagged a finger at him. "No need to be so crass, dear Frosty."

"Don't play innocent with me. You've threatened to have me killed _several_times."

She hummed quietly. "I suppose I haven't made a very good first impression, true. But I'd like to make amends." Her hand wandered over to a silver tray on the seat beside her and lifted the lid. Resting in the middle of the tray was a small bottle of rose-hued wine and two glasses, accompanied by several chocolate truffles. Frosty watched suspiciously as she uncorked the wine and proceeded to fill both glasses with the reddish-pink liquid.

When Lady Catherine offered one of the glasses to him, he shook his head. "No, thanks."

"Mmh, a shame. The finest wine in our kingdom." She brought the same glass to her own lips and took a long drink of it. "Divine."

Well, at least it likely wasn't poisoned, but he still didn't intend on accepting it. The truffles looked awfully tempting, though, especially since he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Lady Catherine noted Frosty's gaze and lifted one from the tray, curling her tongue to draw it in and gently closing her lips around it.

"Truffles are such delightfully decadent things. Incredible what one can do with chocolate," she mused after swallowing. Another truffle was plucked from the tray, then Lady Catherine lifted the entire tray with the other hand and offered it to Frosty. "Would you care for one?"

"I'm good," Frosty persisted. With the tray held out to him, the scent of them was wafting up. They smelled indulgently rich, and it made his stomach growl softly. It didn't help that truffles were a particular favorite of his.

After watching her slip a second truffle into her mouth, he eventually relented. Lady Catherine smiled brightly when he lifted a hand, still keeping a close eye on the lady cheetah as he took one of the truffles, but not before scanning each one. They all looked identical, building his confidence that they were safe to consume.

Frosty sniffed cautiously at the treat, the rich chocolate scent filling his nose. There seemed to be nothing unusual about it, so he gently tucked the truffle into his mouth. The chocolate shell began to melt almost immediately. When the shell split, a rich, succulent dark chocolate interior oozed over his tongue. The taste was incredible, far better than any chocolate he could remember, and was made clear by his expression.

"I'm glad you like it," Lady Catherine beamed. "I make them myself, using the finest ingredients money can find."

Frosty didn't hesitate to take another while she drank from her glass of wine. It wasn't until he swallowed the second truffle that he noticed she seemed to be watching him intently. He started feeling uneasy all over again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he eventually asked.

The smirk that followed only made his nervousness build. "Merely observing, nothing more."

Observing what? Frosty swallowed lightly, feeling his stomach nervously knot. He also noticed the coach was becoming uncomfortably warm for him. The formal gown was certainly not doing him any favors. Fidgeting in his seat, he shifted the neck of his gown, wishing he could relieve himself of it. How did royals stand wearing such heavy layers?

"Mmh, something the matter?" Lady Catherine inquired. "You're looking a bit flush."

"I'm fine, just...stuffy in here," Frosty murmured. As the carriage rocked and jostled over uneven pavement, though, he wasn't so sure. It was gradually becoming more difficult to keep himself steady, and his head was starting to feel heavy.

Without warning, the carriage jolted from a large bump and pitched Frosty forward in his seat. He tried to prevent himself from toppling over, but his arms were sluggish to respond. Lady Catherine was there to catch him instead.

"Oh, dear. It would seem my chocolates aren't agreeing with you. Sooner than expected, too. They can be rather...potent."

Frosty began to panic. He tried to shove the other cheetah away, but it felt like his arms were moving through molasses now. "What...did you do...?" he managed to ask, though his speech was quickly becoming heavily slurred.

Lady Catherine helped Frosty back into his seat, slumping him against the corner so he would remain upright. "My enemies know me as 'Lady Godiva,' for good reason. Don't worry, my truffles won't kill you, but you will find it rather difficult to move for a while."

Why had they not affected her? Surely it hadn't been chance that she got untainted ones.

At this point, _Frosty_could do nothing, he could only watch as she reached beneath her dress and began to slip off her underwear. He couldn't move his arms or legs, and whenever his surroundings shifted or Lady Catherine moved, a blurry trail seemed to follow like a ghostly shadow.

"It's a shame that you wouldn't agree to my terms, Frosty. But you'll still help me, whether you want to or not."

What was she planning? He knew he would find out soon enough. A slinky pair of red panties was dropped on the seat next to Lady Catherine, then she rose from her spot and moved toward him. His eyes drunkenly followed, feeling smaller than ever once she was looming over him. He expected her to clamber onto his seat, but instead Lady Catherine turned away from him and proceeded to hike up her dress.

There wasn't much room in the royal stagecoach, so Frosty was given an uncomfortably close view of the lady cheetah's backside when the dress rode up past her thighs. To his surprise, instead of being greeted by a hanging set of balls when her butt was exposed, a fragrant, glossy cleft was nestled between her thighs.

He didn't get a chance to dwell on why this was the case. Lady Catherine's hand reached back and slipped behind Frosty's head, and with a gentle shove, he found his face being thrust toward her nether regions. Frosty's nose ended up nestled directly between the warm lips, forcing him to breathe in her heady, sweet scent. Down there, the chocolate scent was almost overpowering.

Frosty wanted to pull away, but his body was limp as a ragdoll. Lady Catherine began to gyrate her hips, grinding back and forth against his muzzle and groaning at the stimulation it was giving her. Then his snout was shoved inside, and with a slick squelch, her vaginal passage begin to stretch around his face.

Oh, hell. Everything went dark as his entire head was worked inside her body. He couldn't move, see, or speak, but could clearly feel everything that was happening. The inside of her slick tunnel was incredibly hot, smooth flesh rippling each time Lady Catherine moved, squeezing against him.

Frosty heard a muffled moan, followed by a sharp buck from the stagecoach that caused his shoulders to plunge into her. His arms were pinned against his body, the lady cheetah's hips wiggling to claim a bit more of his torso at a time. Slick fluids began welling up around him and leaking down his front, offering natural lubrication to help Frosty smoothly glide in. The deeper he went, the warmer it seemed to become. Soon, he reached the end of the tight passage, his upper body forced to curl in a confined, steamy space.

When she reached Frosty's waist, the hand that had been guiding him in slid beneath his butt, which was currently pinned to the seat cushion, then gave it a firm squeeze. The other, he realized, was tracing the border of her slick lips and his body. And it quickly dawned on him why. She was stimulating herself while he was being stuffed inside.

It was humiliating enough for Lady Catherine to be doing this to him. Her being aroused by added insult to injury.

With a wet shlrrrrk, the white cheetah's wide hips disappeared into her folds, being greedily swallowed up between her thighs. Frosty's legs and tail were the only thing that remained outside, and steady, persistent clenching continued to drag them in. He felt Lady Catherine grab his ankle when it was in reach, a moan of pleasure filling his ears as the last of his body was fed in.

Frosty felt himself shift, then sharply jostle when the other cheetah let herself drop into the soft seat cushion. He found that he still couldn't move his limbs, not that it mattered much. The slick walls of Lady Catherine's uterus were drawn tightly against his body, and he could feel her hands traveling over him. He was trapped.

"Delightful," she purred to Frosty. "All tucked away, like a little cub."

There was a deep, blissful sigh as she continued to dote on him with her palms. The walls squished into him each time she pushed, all while his surroundings provided their own gentle, natural contractions. The treatment was much less intense than being in someone's stomach. It was like he was receiving a deep massage, but that didn't mean Frosty was enjoying himself. He would've been struggling and fighting her if he was able.

To make matters worse, he soon noticed himself mentally drifting. It was so warm in her womb, too warm for his liking. But it was making him groggy. Exhausted, even. In the sweltering darkness, he wasn't aware of what was now happening to his body, only conscious of the warm kneading sensations against himself.

As he reluctantly surrendered to the need for rest, Frosty was oblivious to the fact that he was beginning to melt...