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The white cheetah's ears flicked as he listened to the noisy bustle of the dealer's room. Retna had agreed to meet him in front of the entrance, but the hyena hadn't yet showed up. This didn't seem to faze the imposter feline, however, who idly drummed his fingers over his soft belly as it continued to gurgle and churn its late occupant. The doppelganger was now wearing Frosty's clothes, having changed into the cheetah's shorts before he made his way to the dealer's room. He wanted to raise as little suspicion as possible.

"Frosty! There you are!" a familiar spotted hyena called out.

The cheetah turned to address the male, who was exiting the dealer's room with a small bag of items that he'd purchased. Retna slipped his arms around the feline's waist and gave him a friendly hug, but paused when he realized how much larger than usual it felt. He leaned away and gazed down at the soft gut, rubbing his paws over it.

"Damn, Frosty. Looks like someone really enjoyed dinner, hmm?"

A smug grin spread over the cheetah's muzzle. "You could say that."

"Don't you think that's a little overboard? It's gonna be hard to work all that off," Retna observed.

The white cheetah shook his head lightly. "I'm sure I'll manage."

"If you say so," the hyena said quietly as he gave the cheetah's belly a squeeze. "So, what should we do, then?"

A smirk played over the feline muzzle as he gazed down at the shorter hyena. "I could think of a few things, actually." His paws eased around to Retna's lower back while his grin widened. "As I recall, we have some unfinished business in the bedroom."

Retna's ears lowered at the suggestion as a heated blush spread over his muzzle. He glanced around to make sure that nobody within earshot had heard the cheetah's suggestion. "Well...there is that, yes."

The doppelganger's paw dipped lower until it was resting on the hyena's backside. He gave Retna a single, firm squeeze as he leaned down to speak into his ear. "Why don't we finish what we started, then?"

"Are you sure, Frosty?" the hyena inquired, giving a suggestive wiggle of his hips. "We might be interrupted again before we can finish."

"Oh, they can join in if they'd like," the cheetah suggested. This caused the hyena's blush to darken noticeably. "But nothing's gonna happen at all while we're standing around down there."

"Well, if you're that eager to pick up where we left off, I'm not gonna say no."

With that, Retna wiggled himself out of the spotted cat's grasp. He took one of the cheetah's paws in his own and began to lead him quickly to the elevators. They were fortunate enough to sneak onto an elevator before anyone else could join them. The Frosty look-alike took advantage of the moment of solitude to slip in behind Retna and loop his arms around the hyena's waist. His paws lightly trailed over the male's soft belly, slowly dipping lower.

Retna squeezed the cheetah's wrists when he felt the tips of his fingers dip below his waistline. The feline persisted, however, sneaking one of his paws completely into Retna's pants. He squirmed at the cat's attention, but was unable to nonverbally convince the cheetah to remove his paw. Despite his silent protests, though, he couldn't contain his arousal. His sheath was swelling against the cheetah's fingers steadily.

"F-Frosty, knock it off," Retna pleaded quietly as he tried to stifle a soft groan of pleasure. "Someone's going to catch us."

"Are they?" the doppelganger cheetah asked with a knowing smirk. Moments later, the elevator's lights flickered. A noisy shudder caused the pair to wobble as the elevator car stuttered, then stopped. The lights went out after another flicker, bathing the two in darkness. The soft buzz of a failure alarm could be heard coming from somewhere in the elevator shaft.

"I guess not," the cheetah mused, finishing his thought.

Retna was too distracted at the moment to notice the cheetah's paw continuing to grope at his crotch. He fumbled around in the darkness, pressing several buttons to no avail. A soft whine escaped his lips, followed by a frustrated groan.

"What happened?" Retna whimpered.

"I think the power's out," the cheetah observed. "Better hope this hotel has backup generators, otherwise we could be here a while."

"But...but...I don't want to be stuck in an elevator. We could be here for hours!"

"Is that a problem?" the cheetah asked with a suggestive tone. He gave Retna's growing erection another squeeze, circling his fingers around the shaft. "I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time."

The combination of sultry suggestion and physical contact snapped Retna back to his building arousal. He blushed profusely in the darkness, though he couldn't help grinding his hips softly into the cat's fingers. The cheetah's other paw slipped down and began to unbutton Retna's pants, raising a half-hearted protest from the hyena. Retna eventually gave in, though, allowing the cheetah to remove them. He stepped out of his pants when they fell to his ankles, the cheetah's paws brushing lightly up his thighs in the darkness.

A shiver ran up Retna's back when the cat's fingers brushed inward toward his groin, teasing the sensitive areas just to the sides of his crotch. His ears perked when he heard the distinct snap of a button, followed by a zipper being undone. He peered over his shoulder in the darkness, suspecting what the cheetah was up to. He didn't say anything, though.

As he was glancing back, dim light illuminated the interior of the elevator car. An overhead emergency light had finally come on due to the power loss. The hyena was greeted by the sight of a somewhat rounded cheetah, naked from the waist down. The feline's fingers were curled around his pink shaft, slowly stroking back and forth as it rose from the white sheath. He grinned when he noticed that Retna was watching him, slipping closer to the hyena once more.

"Guess we won't have to do this in the dark. That's a shame, I was hoping to take you by surprise," he said with a playful smirk.

Retna wondered what exactly the cheetah had in mind. "You're supposed to be the one lifting your tail, here."

The doppelganger shook his head, his spotted tail flicking as he stepped closer. "Not this time, hun."

A startled shriek echoed through the elevator car when the cheetah lunged at Retna. He attempted to turn around before he was pounced, but the cheetah was quicker. Retna grunted as he was pinned against the wall, surprised at how easily the cat was able to hold him. The cheetah's paws came to rest on his hips, squeezing lightly. Retna blushed at Frosty's forwardness, feeling the cat's body pressing against him.

"You're being unusually dominant, Frosty. Are you making up for our failed attempt earlier?" the hyena inquired softly.

"Perhaps," the cheetah replied with a chuckle. "I hope you're ready for it, though, because I know I am."

A firm grind followed the cheetah's statement, working his erection along the crevice of the hyena's backside. It throbbed eagerly, a bead of slick pre gathering at the tip. Retna turned to nuzzle the cheetah with a soft chuckle, giving a little wiggle of his own. The feline adjusted his hips until the tip settled itself between Retna's fuzzy cheeks, smearing that slick pre directly over the hyena's tailhole. The gentle touch drew more slickness from the feline shaft, ensuring that Retna would have at least a little lubrication for what was about to take place.

Despite Retna's best attempt to relax, the first push of the cheetah's hips was met with a good deal of resistance. The cheetah gave Retna's hips a firm squeeze as he rolled forward again, squeezing the tip against the warm pucker until it slid through. The initial penetration made Retna gasp, biting his lip to muffle the groan as he was stretched. As badly as he wanted the feline to hold his position, the doppelganger wasn't quite so patient.

Another muffled gasp pierced the silence when the white cat shoved forward, burying his length abruptly into Retna's backside. It was rougher than Retna would've liked, making him clench involuntarily around the throbbing pink member. He tried to pull forward, but was firmly pressed against the wall of the elevator car with nowhere to go. The doppelganger leaned forward, jaws parted. He clamped down around Retna's scruff in a dominant bite, grinding his hips firmly against Retna's soft butt to ensure that he was completely settled into the hyena's bowels.

While the motion was helpful, it didn't completely soothe the aching sensation that Retna experienced. He made a mental note to "punish" Frosty later for such an abrupt entry. His thought process was broken when the cheetah's hips withdrew, followed immediately by another deep thrust. Fortunately, Retna was blessed with a soft spurt of pre from the cheetah's tip that lubricated his walls, partially smoothing the cat's motion.

"I hope you're not always this assertive in the future," Retna gasped, lightly grinding his hips against the cheetah's pink length between thrusts to massage away the discomfort.

The spotted cat chuckled, giving another firm thrust that rocked Retna's body against the wall of the elevator. He nibbled the hyena's scruff and gave a gentle tug as he began to work himself into a steady rhythm of moderately quick thrusts. As the pain and discomfort dissipated, Retna's soft whines and gasping melted into soft, needy moans. The cheetah's fingers kneaded firmly over pliable hips as he worked himself in and out of the warm rump. He growled hungrily into Retna's neck, panting through his nose as another spurt of pre coated the hyena's bowels.

Retna groaned heatedly as the cheetah began to thrust himself vigorously into the hyena's body. Each thrust made him lightly bounce forward, a soft slurping noise rising from his rump to accompany the motion. By now, the feline look-alike wasn't holding back. He could feel the pleasure building quickly and knew it wouldn't be much longer before he reached his peak. Reluctantly, he released his jaws from Retna's scruff. The spotted hyena peeked over his shoulder at the cheetah, only to let out a sudden, shaky moan when the cat's jaws latched on to the side of his neck instead.

The hyena's body nearly went limp from the firmness of the bite. He was grateful that the cheetah had him held against the wall; otherwise, he likely would have collapsed. His body trembled and shook with excitement as the cat's throbbing length was driven deep into his backside. The hyena's own length bobbed with each of the cheetah's thrusts, beads of pre welling up at the tip, only to drip down the length of the shaft.

A deep growl preceded a distinct throb of the cheetah's erect flesh. A moment later, Retna felt the warm gush of semen in his rump. Several quick thrusts accompanied the pleasant heat, the cat's shaft buried deep in the hyena's backside. He moved his paws away from the hyena's hips, circling his arms possessively around his waist instead. Retna nudged at the cheetah's arms, trying to guide the cat to his own needy length. The cheetah resisted, however, only concerned that his own lust was satisfied.

The short thrusts slowed until the feline came to rest, panting softly against Retna's neck. His hips settled forward, his slender frame pressed against the hyena's body. The hyena could feel each throb of the cat's member at it emptied into him. The spurts eventually slackened as the impersonator came down from climax. He licked upward along Retna's jaw, leaving a fresh trail of matted fur to add to the previous bites.

"A-are you gonna finish me up?" Retna asked hopefully as he wiggled his hips back against the cheetah's spent length.

The feline grinned while working his way up to one of the hyena's rounded ears. He shook his head gently and slipped his muzzle over the tip with a soft slurp. "Mmm, no. I think you can handle it just fine."

The light suckles on his ear made Retna squirm. The cheetah's reply, though, made him whine in protest. "C'mon, Frosty! That's not fair."

"Life's not fair," the feline replied. He released the hyena's ear from his gentle suckling to give the other similar treatment. "My job is to ensure that it stays that way."

The cheetah's statement caught Retna off guard. It was very uncharacteristic of Frosty, who normally was outgoing and bubbly to everyone he befriended. He couldn't help but wonder why, as an ominous feeling came over him. He suddenly felt much less secure, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. His ear flicked as the cheetah's teeth lightly grazed over it.

"S-stop that," Retna said, trying to duck away. "Now you're just teasing me."

"Oh? This, coming from a hyena that teases more than most people I've met."

Retna tried to open his mouth to protest, but he knew it was true. He couldn't think of a good retort off the top of his head. The spotted feline simply grinned at this, gently tugging his hips back to free his softening member from the hyena's backside. It slid free with a lewd slurp, bringing with it a slow trickle of musky seed. A paw slid down to gently pat Retna's backside as the cheetah nuzzled Retna between the ears.

"No challenge to that? I suppose it must be true, then." He leaned over to nibble one of Retna's ears again, dragging his pink tongue slowly along the edge of it. "I do have a job to finish here, though."

"R-really?" Retna asked softly.

A fuzzy paw snuck down from Retna's belly, brushing over his softening member. The lack of attention was beginning to take its toll, but the teasing pass of the cat's paw renewed interest almost immediately. The cheetah's fingers circled around the hyena's shaft as it began to engorge once more, stroking slowly. This only served as a distraction for his true purpose, however. Whether or not Retna reached his climax before the doppelganger's work was done was unimportant to him.

Retna was too distracted to notice what the cheetah was up to as a pair of warm jaws began to part above his head. His hips gently rocked into the cheetah's paw as the warmth of the feline's breath rushed over him. He ducked down a bit when he felt the cheetah's jaws clamp down against the top of his head, though his mind didn't fully process that he was in some sort of danger. The spotted cat growled softly, pinning Retna's ears against his skull as he eased his jaws lower. He gave the hyena a distracting squeeze that made Retna shiver with excitement as drool began to mat down his soft fur.

A soft groan rose from Retna's throat, followed by a shiver as the pleasure began to steadily build. Drops of pre leaked onto the cheetah's fingers as they worked over the pulsing flesh, his stomach growling in anticipation despite his earlier meal. Retna was still too focused on achieving an orgasm to realize what the cheetah was up to behind him. He could feel himself nearing his peak quickly, and that was all that mattered to him at that moment.

The doppelganger cheetah paused a moment to adjust himself, hunching forward over the shorter hyena. With a hungry yawn of his jaws, he suddenly ducked forward and engulfed most of Retna's head. Just on the verge of orgasm, it wasn't until he felt the sudden motion that Retna realized something was happening. His vision was unexpectedly darkened, a salivating muzzle clamped firmly around his head.

"F-Frosty, what are you doing?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

The cheetah wasn't inclined to reply. Retna wouldn't be able to understand him anyway, plus it risked letting the hyena break free. His actions spoke clearly enough. With another soft growl he relaxed his jaws and pushed down until his lips met Retna's shoulders. The crown of the hyena's head bumped against the entrance to his slick throat, creating an involuntary ripple of motion. Retna tried to tug himself away, but he had little room to maneuver. The cheetah still had him pinned against the wall.

Retna attempted to push the feline's body away, but a pair of paws immediately rose up to snatch his wrists. He tried to wrestle his arms free, but the cheetah easily overpowered him. His arms were forced to his sides, pinned tightly against his body by the cat's paws. He grunted into the cheetah's maw in protest, but found it especially difficult now to speak. While attempting to pull himself away, Retna managed to tip his head up. This only compounded the situation for him, as his muzzle slid into place at the back of the predatory feline's throat.

Realizing that he was now in a difficult spot, the feline decided it would be best to adjust his meal before attempting to ingest it. He backed up just enough to give himself room, then circled around the hyena. Retna's head twisted in his maw with a wet slurp, the cheetah's teeth raking through his matted fur. He suddenly found himself hunched forward into the cheetah, rather than bent backwards. Despite having room to back up, now that he was no longer pinned against the wall, the cheetah's grip on his torso was still surprisingly strong.

Now that Retna was in an ideal position, the feline resumed his meal in earnest. There was a brief flicker of light in the cat's maw when his jaws gaped wide, only to be snuffed out once more when he greedily shoved his jaws over Retna's shoulders. A wet slurp accompanied the action as the hyena's muzzle was squeezed into the tight passage of the cheetah's throat. He tried to yell in protest, but the rippling muscles held his muzzle shut.

Retna's brain reeled in horror at what was happening. He regularly teased his friends about such things, but rarely acted on any of it. He wanted to reassure himself that the cheetah was only playing, but a firm gulp around his head combined with the tight squeeze of the cat's fingers around his wrists convinced him otherwise.

A hungry growl filled the hyena's ears, followed by another wet gulp that wedged the better part of his head into the slick throat. The cheetah had little trouble working his jaws over Retna's torso, creeping lower with each determined swallow. When Retna's shoulders passed into the feline's throat, it became much more difficult to struggle. The slick flesh squeezed tightly over him each time the cheetah swallowed, guiding him deeper into the dark, heated depths.

With a surprisingly smooth motion, the cheetah's paws released Retna's wrists and scooped up his rump. They squeezed teasingly into the soft cheeks as Retna was lifted off the ground, suddenly pitching forward as his orientation shifted. Despite the soft layer of pudginess around his midsection, several deep gulps efficiently dragged Retna's belly past the cheetah's jaws. The predator's neck bulged grotesquely around the spotted meal as it descended toward the gurgling belly.

Retna could scarcely believe what was happening. As much as he tried to convince himself that he was dreaming, he knew better. He blindly hoped that, if nothing else, the cheetah would release him once all was said and done. With his arms pinned to his sides, he knew that he was completely at the cat's mercy. Each kneading gulp reminded him of this as he was devoured.

The doppelganger feline gave Retna's rump a parting squeeze before shoving it back into his jaws. His tongue poked over his bottom jaw to guide in the hyena's still-erect member, causing Retna to shiver involuntarily from the pleasure. The cheetah lapped over it several times to tease his meal before he sent Retna's hips back into his throat. The meal's progress was halted a moment when Retna was pressed against the entrance to the cheetah's gut. The muscled ring resisted his advance, but another firm gulp pushed Retna through.

Retna was greeted with the acrid stench of a predator's belly. As he was shoved face-first into the slick flesh, his fur was matted and soaked with the remains of the cheetah's previous victim. It was a distinct stench that Retna recognized: that of digesting meat. Small bits of semi-digested bone were among the remains, making Retna panic. There was little he could do in his position, though, being forced deeper into the cat's swelling gut.

With the bulk of the hyena's body slipping down his throat, the remainder of the meal was nearly effortless. He let his body rest back against the wall of the elevator to support the descending weight while his paws guided Retna's legs down. Lewd slurping echoed through the interior of the elevator each time the feline swallowed. The cheetah curled his fingers around Retna's struggling feet, pushing them toward their destination. His tongue flicked over them as they entered his maw, tucking the paws in with a firm shove.

The hyena's body was forced into a fetal position as the remainder of his body passed through the feline's gullet. The bulges settled down into the cheetah's gut, the deed done. He grinned as he gazed down at his swollen gut, watching the outline of Retna's body shift and squirm through the stretched flesh. He could hear muffled whimpers rising from within, the outline of a paw or foot becoming briefly visible now and then.

The doppelganger's ears perked when the elevator's lights flicked on, followed by the steady hum of the motors coming back to life. The elevator rose swiftly as it continued on its previous course. The cheetah grinned to himself, drumming his fingers lightly over the hyena bulge.

"Looks like the power's back on, not a moment too soon...not that it matters to you." He chuckled, feeling Retna squirm in protest to his teasing words.

Retna wanted to say something in reply, but he didn't dare open his mouth in the acrid soup that surrounded him. Already he could feel it tingling against his skin, heavily laced with potent acids. He twisted around, trying to find a way out of the dangerous situation. He groped around in the darkness, but was unable to find escape. He paused a moment when his fingers brushed against something distinctly metallic. His fingers curled around a small ball-shaped object and pulled it toward his face. He couldn't see in the darkness of the cat's belly, though.

The hyena's fingers traced slowly over a partially-digested loop that was attached to the small object. It was lined with matted fur. It took a few moments for Retna to realize that he was clutching a collar of some sort. He immediately dropped it when it dawned on him that he was being bathed in some other unfortunate soul's remains. He shoved his paws and feet desperately against the lining of the cat's gut, knowing that this wasn't just a cruel joke.

"Settle down in there," the doppelganger chuckled. He pushed at his belly lightly as he gazed down at the thrashing bulge. "You're not going anywhere, hyena. Just relax in there and get nice and cozy with your cheetah friend that I caught earlier."

Retna could feel himself quickly tiring. There was little air in the cat's gut for him to breathe, and it was quickly becoming toxic. In addition to the dwindling fresh air, each desperate breath he took made his lungs ache from the potent acids. He was beginning to hyperventilate in panic, making matters worse. He wouldn't last much longer, and he knew it.

The cheetah's ears perked when a soft ding distracted him from the fighting hyena. He leaned down and picked up Retna's pants, slinging them over his shoulder. His own pants joined the hyena's, knowing that he wouldn't be able to squeeze into them with such a heavily sagging gut. As he stepped toward the elevator door, he felt his belly gurgle. He covered his muzzle as a heavy burp escaped his throat, bringing with it the taste of his previous meal. A satisfied smirk moved over the doppelganger's lips as his gut finally settled, his victim slowly giving in to the hostile environment.

The elevator doors opened, greeting the bloated white feline with a small group of con-goers that looked somewhat annoyed. A few of them stepped quickly toward the elevator, but halted when they spotted the cat's lack of pants and oversized gut. They stepped aside quickly when he strolled casually out of the elevator, holding two pairs of pants over his shoulder with a paw while the other arm swung freely. The doppelganger gave a smug grin as he passed, as well as a sultry swing of his hips.

All eyes were locked on the cheetah as he pressed through the parted group, peeking over his shoulder. The expressions returned were an assortment of curiosity, disgust, and downright horror. As he fished into Retna's pocket to search for a clue as to which room the hyena was rooming in, he overheard one of them speaking in a hurried whisper.

"I'm serious! I swear I saw something move in there!"

The cheetah chuckled to himself as he turned a corner, moving out of sight from the confused onlookers. He extracted a plastic keycard wrapped in a small sleeve from Retna's pants, having found what he was looking for. The cheetah padded silently down the corridor, listening to the soft gurgles of his belly as his passenger became still. He was fortunate enough to reach Retna's room without running into any more guests.

With a quick motion, the stuffed predator slipped into the room and let the door click shut behind him. Seeing that it was currently unoccupied, he moved to the nearest bed and flopped heavily onto it. He shoved the pairs of pants aside and rolled over, pulling a blanket over himself. A heavy, satisfied sigh rose from the satisfied doppelganger-cat as he purred to himself.

"I wonder who else I'll claim before this con is over," he idly wondered as he began to drift off to sleep...

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The feline's ears perked up when he heard a series of beeps, followed by the door latch clicking open. A paw idly rubbed over his belly as he watched the door. The doppelganger's gut had shrunken considerably while he was asleep, though it still held an impressive paunch. A shadowed figure emerged through the door a moment later, fumbling in the darkness for a light switch. The entryway light flicked on eventually, casting light over a familiar otter. The doppelganger had spotted him earlier while he was tracking down the white cheetah.

The otter's eyes fell on the cheetah that was comfortably sprawled out on the bed. "Oh! I didn't expect to find you here, Frosty."

A grin spread over the cheetah's muzzle. "I assume you're looking for Retna?"

Eid nodded gently. "Yeah. I've been trying to track him down, but he's not answering his phone. Have you seen him?"

The smirk grew. "I have, yeah. In fact, I saw him not long ago at all. We had a little run-in at the elevator."

The otter's head tipped to one side. "Did he say where he was going?"

"He didn't, no. I'm sure he's...not far, though."

As the cheetah tossed off the bed sheet, Eid's gaze dropped to the rounded paunch that hugged the feline's midsection. He whistled quietly at the sight, looking somewhat impressed. "Wow, Frosty. You've really let yourself go tonight."

The cheetah chuckled. "Funny, Retna said something similar when he ran into me."

Eid approached the bed, his eyes focused on the cat's belly. His thick tail wagged slowly at the sight as he idly debated whether or not to rub the cheetah's paunch. The cheetah was similarly focused on him, debating what he should do with the otter that had interrupted his nap. He was still feeling a little frisky, despite having stuffed two different males earlier that same day. Shifting his position on the bed, the doppelganger-cheetah casually tucked his arms behind his head.

Eid's gaze dipped when the belly lifted slightly, drawing attention to a pink member that was partially poking out of the white sheath. The cheetah's scent was unusually strong and enticing, further encouraging Eid to explore a little. Seeing the otter's attention, the doppelganger grinned and sat up a little.

"Seems like you've found something interesting," he stated softly to Eid.

The otter blushed, fidgeting at the edge of the bed. The sight and smell of the naked cheetah was tempting. "Er...yeah, I suppose," he muttered absently.

The cat's thighs spread a bit wider, further exposing himself to the otter. He offered an inviting wiggle of his hips, a motion that caused his stomach to jiggle and gurgle noisily. "Well, you're welcome to get a closer look."

The cheetah's deliberate wiggle was motivation enough. Eid lifted himself onto the bed and reached over, but paused a moment just before he touched the cat's belly. An approving nod from his spotted friend coaxed him into continuing. The otter's paws settled onto the soft gut and lightly pushed down, testing how soft it was. His fingers easily indented the pudgy layer an inch or so, causing it to gurgle in protest. Having broken the ice, Eid felt a bit more at ease. He gave another experimental push, letting his fingers settle a bit deeper into the softness.

A soft sigh escaped the cheetah as he laid back, rumbling gently when Eid began to knead over his gut. The otter's fingers moved in slow circles over the rounded belly, deforming it slightly. His eyes occasionally snuck glances down at the cheetah's lap, the pink shaft emerging gradually from the white sheath. It would seem that the white cheetah was enjoying the attention more than he was letting on.

The actual reason was much different, though. The doppelganger closed his eyes, mulling over possible activities that he could enjoy with the otter. His mind swarmed with ideas while Eid attentively rubbed his soft gut. A shiver interrupted the thought process, however, when the otter's paw absently brushed over the tip of his swelling erection. The cheetah's head lifted when he felt Eid shift on the bed. The otter stretched himself out beside the cat's spotted legs with a silly grin, curling toward the cheetah to rest his head against the cat's belly.

The otter tipped his head to press his ear against the pudgy stomach, listening to the soft gurgling as the cheetah digested his dinner. The otter was unaware that two of his friends had been contributors to that recent meal. His paw idly caressed the noisy gut as he crooned softly, his thick tail thumping against the bed as he wagged. From this position he could clearly see the cheetah's shaft pressed against the underside of the softening bulge. The scent of the cat's musk was much stronger now, the source right in front of him.

Eid resisted the temptation to grope his friend. His fingers dipped teasingly low, however, making the cat squirm lightly and growl. The doppelganger reached down and lightly nudged the back of Eid's head, making the otter squeak softly. Eid disregarded the suggestion, but the cheetah was determined to get what he wanted. A louder chirp escaped the otter when a second nudge forced his head down. He found himself staring directly at the cat's pulsing erection, the tip of it pressed firmly against his nose.

"Go on, hun," the cheetah cooed softly. "I've seen you peeking. I know you want it."

The otter's mouth opened to reply, but he didn't get any words out. As soon as his lips parted his head was pushed down, slipping the end of the cat's shaft inside. Eid pushed back in surprise, blushing furiously when he tasted the cheetah's heavy musk. The cheetah's grip on the back of his head was firm, though. His tail thumped heavily against the bed as he tried to wiggle way, though the cat's scent saturating his senses tempted him to stay put.

"Don't fight it, just have a little taste."

The struggling settled a bit when the cheetah spoke to Eid. He still wasn't totally compliant, however. He pushed back against the paw that was holding him in place, his face heated in embarrassment. A gentle rocking motion from the cheetah's hips eased that pulsing shaft in a little farther before it was drawn back. The otter's tongue involuntarily brushed against the cat's member as it passed over, making the otter croon with guilty pleasure.

A smirk crept over the cheetah's face when Eid settled. His paw gently caressed the back of Eid's head, ensuring that the otter remained where he was, should he change his mind. The otter was still hesitant, but he was at least somewhat compliant. The otter's tongue lightly bushed against the warm flesh, tasting the cat's heady musk. The tip curled, tracing along the pulsing veins that traveled beneath the flesh.

Eid's muzzle eased forward, accepting a bit more of that pink flesh. His ears perked lightly at an approving growl, encouraging him to continue. The otter's lips closed snug around the warm rod and suckled gently, his eyes closing. His paws, which previously had been tending to the cat's gurgling stomach, softly squeezed the cheetah's curvy hips. Eid's fingers traced over the spotted pelt as he drew his muzzle back, pausing at the tip to lap over it with his soft tongue. His lips popped off with a soft slurp as he licked over the tip again, the act rewarded with a small spurt of clear precum. The otter's tongue flicked it away, then slowly traced a path down to the base of the cheetah's shaft.

The doppelganger feline's hips rolled gently as Eid's tongue passed up and down his member several times. He still hadn't fully made up his mind as to what to do with the otter, though he entertained the thought of taking the otter by surprise while he was busy tending to the fleshy pink rod. The spotted cat purred softly, kneading the back of Eid's head when the otter slipped his muzzle over his shaft again.

Crooning softly around his drippy mouthful, the otter began to rhythmically bob up and down the pulsing member. He could feel the warm member pulse each time he settled over it, his tongue cupped beneath it to avoid scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh. The cheetah's hips rocked to match the slow bob, pushing his length into Eid's muzzle until the otter's lips gently kissed his sheath.

The doppelganger's paw squeezed firmly to prevent Eid from tugging back, keeping the otter's muzzle nestled around the base of his length. The otter suckled and slurped eagerly at it as the cat held him in place, not seeming at all put off by the gesture. He gulped lightly when the tip teased the back of his throat, making the cheetah gasp as the slick flesh lightly tugged at it. His hips pushed firmly against the otter's muzzle, eliciting another spurt of slick fluids.

By now, the cheetah has a good idea of what he would do with Eid. It was simply a matter of waiting for the perfect opportunity. His hold on the back of the otter's head relaxed, allowing Eid to withdraw himself from the pulsing rod and resume bobbing. He scarcely noticed when the cat's other paw came to rest on the back of his head, gently following his motions. The doppelganger allowed Eid to continue for now, his fingers pressed gently to the back and sides of his head.

The pace quickened with increasingly eager slurps, the otter's head beginning to bob faster over that pulsing shaft. The otter's tongue was quick to flick away any pre that gathered, leaving the inside of his muzzle coated with the cat's emissions. The cheetah decided to make his intentions known at this point, rocking his hips back when Eid's muzzle lifted. Caught off guard by the motion, the otter's lips popped free of the cat's shaft with a wet slurp. The excited feline panted softly, close to his peak as his grip at the back of Eid's head tightened to ensure that the otter wouldn't dive immediately down onto his length.

He let himself relax for a moment while Eid squirmed in his paws, seeming all too eager to continue. The otter tugged lightly against the cheetah's firm grip, but it seemed that the cat had no intention of letting him go just yet. Curious, he turned his head slightly to the side.

"Something wrong, Frosty?" he asked softly.

The cheetah grinned down at Eid and nodded. "Only one thing. I'm not Frosty."

Eid only had a moment to register the response before his head was aimed back at the cheetah's dripping length and shoved down. He chirped loudly at the abrupt motion, squirming when his nose was mashed into the tip of the cheetah's shaft. Eid blushed at the rich scent of the cheetah's precum on his nostrils, smearing it over his nose unintentionally. The doppelganger growled quietly and gave another firm push, forcing the end of Eid's nose right into the opening of his member.

Only slightly alarmed by this, Eid didn't seem to fully process the fact that the cheetah's shaft was sliding right over his muzzle. Another soft push squeezed him deeper, the tip stretched easily around his snout. The otter's muzzle wiggled as Eid attempted to pull free, but the cat's paws held him securely. He didn't seem too panicked, finding that the cheetah's musky arousal was much stronger inside the fleshy tube. A soft growl accompanied the next shove that worked the stretching tip right up to the otter's face.

The talented doppelganger paused a moment, shivering with pleasure at the sensation of the otter stretching his urethra. When Eid wiggled, the feline forced him down again, a wet squelch accompanying the motion as the majority of the otter's head disappeared into the bulging member. The otter began to panic now, realizing that something was definitely wrong when his vision was suddenly darkened by the advancing shaft. He'd been curious that the cheetah was able to squeeze himself over his muzzle, but now he was alarmed. He could feel the wet passage squeezing and rippling over his face as he was forced in.

A loud gasp escaped the cat's muzzle when Eid tugged back sharply. The otter's paws, which had been kneading at his hips, now pushed firmly against the bed. The cat shuddered with excitement, clear pre leaking from the tip of his length around the otter's head. The slimy emissions clung wetly to Eid's pelt, leaving him slick and allowing the cat to push him smoothly inward. His grip tightened to ensure that Eid didn't slide free, forcing the otter deeper with another slurp. He was up to his neck in the cheetah's urethra, the pink flesh stretched in a perfect outline of Eid's head.

Eid squeaked and chirped loudly, his thick rudder-like tail thumping heavily against the bed. The cheetah ducked his head back when the lutrine tail lifted from the bed and swept right over his nose, nearly bludgeoning him. It was a close shave that he didn't want to repeat, knowing how strong an otter's tail could be. The doppelganger reached down and grabbed Eid's wrists to pull them away from the bed, then tugged them back to the otter's sides.

With a heave, the cheetah rolled to the side and flipped the pair over. Eid was now resting with his back to the bed, while the cheetah weighed down heavily on him. The cat's fingers clutched his wrists tightly, ensuring that Eid would have nothing to push against as he resumed. His hips rolled forward until the stretched tip of his member met Eid's shoulders, impeding his progress. The panicked lutrine thrashed beneath him as the cat's urethra flexed around his head.

The doppelganger growled with excitement as his shaft rippled over the otter in a motion that wasn't unlike swallowing. The tip stretched gradually to fit over Eid's shoulders, squeezing the otter's head deeper into the cramped, slimy urethra. The cat's hips rolled forward gently with a steady rhythm, working his length over Eid's torso. Once his tip was stretched smoothly over the lutrine's shoulders he began to glide deeper with relative ease.

Eid tried to protest, but his muzzle was clamped firmly shut by that slimy tube. He could barely believe this was happening, and wondered if he was dreaming. It seemed like an impossible feat for someone to perform. This was actually happening, though. He couldn't escape, and his attempts to wiggle away were hindered by the fact that the cheetah's body was pinning him to the bed.

The cat's hips rocked harder, his urethra tugging sharply to accompany the rolling thrusts. Each push was paired with a lewd squelch as the lutrine male wiggled deeper. It didn't take long for the doppelganger to work himself over the otter's chest, feeling those squirming bulges settling deeper into his member. The head had slipped past the base of his sheath and was pushing down into his sac.

Eid was grateful that he was an aquatic creature, able to hold his breath for long periods of time. This became especially relevant when he was greeted with a pool of thick feline spunk. He could feel it sloshing around him and clinging to his already-slickened fur. His face was plunged into the warm slime, submerged in it as more of his torso was fed into the doppelganger's shaft. The cheetah was quickly advancing over his belly, his progress accelerating as his urethra swallowed and tugged the otter's body.

The doppelganger grunted when he thrust his hips forward, releasing Eid's wrists before they, too, disappeared past the gaping entrance to his shaft. He could feel his balls swelling as the otter filled them out, his unusual body able to stretch and conform easily to his victim. The cheetah paused a moment when he reached Eid's hips, debating whether to flip back over or remain on his belly.

Ultimately, the desire to masturbate once he was finished with Eid was the deciding factor. Hugging the otter's legs against himself, the spotted feline flipped himself onto his back once more. His balls wobbled before they settled onto the bed, his legs spread wide. He pinned Eid's legs together between his paws, keeping his head safely ducked back to avoid the otter's lashing rudder-tail.

Eid let out a muffled squeak as he was forced to curl uncomfortably against himself when he was squeezed deeper. The cat's sac was unusually elastic and accommodating, but still cradled him closely. He was grateful to be as flexible as he was, though it was working to his disadvantage in this situation. He struggled when the cheetah pushed again, his torso beginning to slide into that slimy chamber.

The doppelganger sighed heavily with satisfaction when the thick base of the otter's tail was slurped down. The firm clench of the cat's urethra restricted a good deal of Eid's lashing motion, pinning the thick rudder against his legs. It formed a handsome bulge in the pink flesh alongside Eid's hips, steadily sliding toward the base of the cheetah's member. The cat's paws held Eid's legs together as they descended, the "meal" accelerating now that the majority of Eid's body was tucked inside. His hips bobbed gently to aid the otter's passage, his sac growing steadily larger as it accepted its victim.

It didn't take long for the otter's paws to reach the entrance to the cheetah's slurping length. The tip of Eid's tail flicked wildly against his paws, making the cheetah grin at the sight. He groaned lustily as he stuffed the otter's webbed feet inside, sealing the otter's fate completely. His shaft flexed, squeezing the remainder of the lutrine toward his target. The cat's blue eyes watched as the bulges steadily worked down until they disappeared into the swollen sac. He watched his balls twitch and shift as the otter struggled, now pushing against the slimy walls to seek escape.

Fear, panic, and the exertion of struggling was quickly using up the precious air supply in the otter's lungs. While he could normally hold his breath for lengthy periods of time while swimming, he was often calm and collected when doing so. In this situation, he knew that he needed to escape or he would likely suffocate in the cat's musky spunk. His body slipped around wetly as he tried to find a way out, but was having little success.

The squirming added to the pleasure as the cheetah wrapped a paw around his shaft and began to stroke slowly. He squeezed the slippery pink flesh, which by this point had returned to its normal shape. His hips gently rocked back and forth as he picked up the pace, already quite worked up. It wouldn't take much for the cheetah to achieve an orgasm. Eid's body lightly bounced in the cat's balls from the rhythmic motion, having a good idea what the cat was up to. This didn't stop him from struggling, though. He wanted out, and knew he had to do it soon.

The doppelganger began to pant softly as his paw worked quickly over his length, his shaft flexing and twitching in his fingers. A steady flow of clear pre leaked from his tip, further lubricating his motions. His eyes closed, head ducked down as the pleasure built quickly toward climax. His fingers clenched over the twitching shaft tightly, his hips grinding upward each time he stroked toward the base.

A distinctly stronger struggle from the cheetah's victim gave the feline the nudge he needed to go over the edge. A heavy groan escaped the cheetah's lips as his member throbbed in his fingers. His balls clenched tightly around his lutrine passenger, squeezing the otter firmly. A burst of creamy white spunk splattered the cheetah's chest, followed by a second gush that landed on his neck and cheek. His fingers passed swiftly over the length to milk out the warm load, a satisfied murr escaping the cheetah's lips.

With the cat's sac clenching him tightly, the otter could barely move. Eid's head was growing dizzy, lungs beginning to ache. His lungful of air was quickly becoming stale. He knew he would have to exhale soon, but there likely wouldn't be any fresh air to breathe. He struggled to push at the inside of the fleshy chamber, seeking an escape path. The only thing he seemed to find was surprisingly-elastic flesh.

The cheetah growled softly as his fingers came to rest at the base of his length, slippery with precum and creamy spunk. He idly kneaded the pulsing shaft as it dripped feebly, spilling the rest of the warm load down the shaft. The otter inside was beginning to give in to the tight confines, his struggles weakening. The feline watched the bulging sac shifting around his victim, grinning to himself.

Eid noticed that his body was quickly growing weaker. By now his lungs were burning. He couldn't resist the urge any longer, and let out his lungful of air in a sharp exhale. His chest rose and fell quickly as he panted, catching his breath. Unfortunately, the air that resided in the cheetah's sac was stale and made it difficult to breathe. His head was growing dizzier with each breath as he doubled his efforts to escape. He knew he would tire out quickly, but it was a last-ditch effort for him.

"Mmh, that's it, rudder butt. Wear yourself out. You'll be nothing but cat spunk soon enough," the doppelganger purred teasingly. His free paw dipped down to rub over his balls as he said this, kneading the squirming otter.

Eid whimpered softly at the cat's words, using his hands and feet to push as hard as he could manage. The slimy flesh gave easily, stretching out perfectly in the shape of his paws. Much to Eid's dismay, though, it accomplished nothing. The flesh squeezed back at him when he relaxed, conforming perfectly to him as it had done previously. With a defeated whine, he gave up. It was pointless to continue struggling, as it only seemed to give the predatory cat pleasure. He barely had the energy left to do so, anyway.

The cheetah's slickened fingers slid away from his shaft to join the other on his balls, kneading and rubbing the otter. He gently squeezed his thighs against the obscene bulge, cramping Eid in the tight, fleshy chamber. Eid whimpered at the tight clench, his arms and legs pushed firmly against his body by the cat's thighs. His surroundings were growing wet once more as the sac kneaded over him. The otter's body was beginning to tingle lightly, something that Eid attributed to the lack of fresh air.

Firm kneading rubbed the slick walls over Eid's body as the cheetah purred softly. His tail thumped gently against the bed, displaying his satisfaction. He debated whether he should save a load of ottery spunk for another unsuspecting victim, or simply incorporate Eid's mass into his body. The thought of churning the otter into a fresh batch of seed and spilling him down someone's throat was tempting, though.

"Gonna need another nap, thanks to you," the cheetah chuckled, stifling a quiet yawn. "Totally worth it, though."

Eid whined again, the cheetah's words sinking into his mind as the dizziness began to take him. The cat's sac was pressing in closer to him, the otter unaware that his body was softening. The doppelganger was gradually transforming the otter's body into warm cream. He tightly closed his eyes and hugged himself, waiting for the inevitable.

"Guess I'll have to find another of Frosty's friends once I'm done with you," the cat smirked, yawning again. "Hopefully he has plenty, otherwise I'll have to move on and find someone else to replace."

Those words burned in Eid's mind as his consciousness slipped away. Just before he faded, he remembered something the cheetah had said right before he was plunged into the musky shaft.

"I'm not Frosty..."

That was the last thing to pass through the otter's mind before he lost consciousness. His body went limp as his life was snuffed out, the cat's sac diligently kneading and melting the otter's form. The outline of Eid's body smoothed out somewhat as the cheetah's fingers traced over it. The doppelganger grinned, then leaned forward to pull the blanket over himself. The warm comforter bulged oddly from the cheetah's stomach and balls as it settled over his body. He stretched out comfortably as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Another one bites the dust," he chuckled, before drifting off to sleep to let his body finish working away his meals...