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"Well, I suppose this is the right place," Frosty observed aloud. He glanced up at an innocuous-looking complex of white stucco buildings, tail flicking behind him. "Wildfire Labs" was emblazoned across the stucco above the entry door, the black lettering shining in the sun.

The white cheetah had been recommended to the science facility by his mate's adoptive son, James, who allegedly had quite a reputation with the laboratory; for better or worse. While he was cautious about James's motives, Frosty had done enough of his own research on the company to know that he wasn't walking into one of the raccoon's schemes.

Taking a deep breath, Frosty approached the front door. The automatic doors slid open, beckoning him in. He stepped into a quiet reception area, lined with soft chairs and an overstuffed couch. It was currently empty, save a single receptionist. He casually approached the snow leopardess, who after a long moment lifted her gaze away from a computer which she seemed intently focused on.

"Oh! Hello there," she said quickly, typing feverishly on her computer. Her face was flushed, though Frosty had no idea why. "Can I help you?"

"I believe so. I'm here for an interview," he replied quietly. "I have an appointment, though I'm a little early."

She nodded lightly and typed on her computer. "Well, I'm sure they won't mind. Your name?"

"Frosty."

After a moment of typing, she nodded. "Frosty Snowcat? I'll let them know you're here."

"Thank you." He turned away from the reception desk, ears perking when he heard the front doors open once more. As he helped himself to a comfortable overstuffed chair, he watched a burly Doberman lumber in. He could see the dog's muscles rippling beneath a tight sleeveless shirt and conforming gym shorts.

Frosty found himself staring shamelessly as the dog approached the reception desk and flashed a badge at the feline. She smiled to him and waved as the dog leaned casually against the reception desk. Noticing the cheetah's gaze, the dog grinned and leaned in close. He spoke quietly, though Frosty could still hear him quite clearly.

"New guy?"

The receptionist shook her head. "Not yet. Interviewing for an opening."

The dog smirked. "Oh? Which one?"

She glanced at the computer for a moment, then returned her attention to the muscle-bound dog. "Lab Assistant."

The dog chuckled. "Fresh meat, huh? I'm sure a lot of people here would love to get their jaws on someone like that."

The snow leopard shushed him, giggling. "Stop, you're going to scare him off."

The Doberman grinned as he stood up, licking his jaws suggestively at Frosty. He then turned and disappeared through a secure door next to the reception desk, leaving a rather flustered cheetah. He fidgeted in his seat, entertaining lewd thoughts about the oversized Doberman. He let his mind wander, purring quietly as he zoned out.

Settling down into the soft chair, Frosty's white tail flicked slowly back and forth as he imagined himself pushed up against the wall by the handsome canine. An involuntary twitch of excitement jolted his body as he pictured the large dog thrusting roughly into him, rocking his body again and again, then a pair of hot jaws gaping over him, leaning closer until...

"Frosty?"

"GAH!" Frosty nearly leapt out of his chair when his name was called. His tail bushed out, flicking rapidly as he looked about quickly. His gaze came to rest on a black ram wearing a white lab coat. Oddly, the white coat was the only article of clothing the black sheep was wearing, and nothing else. The front of it was open, leaving his generous package exposed for all to see.

The ram chuckled as he approached Frosty. "Mr. Frosty, I presume."

Catching his breath, Frosty nodded quickly. "Yes, that's me."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Zeryx. I'll be your guide and interviewer today."

Frosty rose nervously from his chair, rather flustered that he'd been caught daydreaming. He shook the ram's hand firmly, forcing a smile. "Nice to meet you, Zeryx."

The dark ram inspected him for a moment, smiling. "I must admit, I've never met a naturally white cheetah before. We've made a few, though."

"Well, I haven't met many goats either, so I suppose that puts us on level ground."

Zeryx immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he threw down a clipboard that he'd been carrying. "I AM NOT A FUCKING GOAT!" he exclaimed with clenched fists.

Frosty jumped visibly at the outburst. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Zeryx held up a hand to shush him. The ram took another deep breath and casually adjusted his lab coat as he slowly exhaled, then bent down to retrieve his clipboard. He stood upright once more and focused his gaze on the cheetah, clearing his throat.

"I'm a sheep," he said calmly, pretending that the tantrum had never occurred.

"Uh..." Frosty trailed off for a moment while he tried to process what had just taken place.

"Please, follow me," Zeryx instructed. "I'll be providing you with a tour of our facility before the interview."

Zeryx approached the reception desk with a rather perplexed Frosty in tow. He retrieved a guest badge on a lanyard for the white feline, offering it to Frosty. He gestured for Frosty to follow, then walked ahead to the security door at the back of the room. Frosty inspected the guest pass as he followed, glancing up occasionally to ensure that he didn't walk into the ram. The badge was fairly basic, displaying the lab's name across the top with "GUEST" beneath it in large letters. Next to the title was a small icon, which looked suspiciously like a ham hock.

"What's with the picture on the badge?" Frosty asked casually as he followed Zeryx through a nondescript hallway.

"Hmm?" the ram glanced back to see what Frosty was inquiring about. He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a little something they slapped on there to be cute."

Frosty nodded, though he snuck a quick glimpse at the ram's own employee badge. Next to the Zeryx's name was a different icon: a pair of jaws. He wondered if it was something truly random or not as he thought back to the exchange between the large dog and the receptionist.

"Welcome to Wildfire Labs," Zeryx announced, turning down an intersecting corridor. "We're a pioneering company in vore-related research. Our goal is to make vore enjoyable for all, predator and prey alike."

"What sort of research do you do here?" Frosty asked.

"That's an awfully long list," Zeryx chuckled, his lab coat fluttering lightly against his rump as he walked. "One of our most popular items is a product that allows a predator to stretch beyond their natural abilities. We also have products that can rapidly enhance someone's size, larger or smaller."

Zeryx paused in front of a door with an observation window. The door was protected with a number pad, preventing unauthorized entry. Frosty peered through the window, observing several scientists inside preoccupied with various tasks. A large stallion was inspecting something under a microscope, while elsewhere in the room a portly young sheep was mixing various unidentifiable compounds.

"So, what are they working on in there?" Frosty asked.

Zeryx wagged a finger at the cheetah. "That's confidential company information. I could tell you, but then I'd have to eat you."

Frosty peered away from the window to quirk an eyebrow at the ram, who was smirking at him impishly. Zeryx beckoned to him with a paw once more, inviting Frosty to follow again. As they moved deeper into the facility, they began to pass other scientists in the hallway who were strolling from one laboratory to another, emerging from various doors only to disappear into another. Most of them were wearing white lab coats, some of them wearing pants while others not.

The white cheetah blinked when a large painted stallion passed by. Unlike the others, the stud wasn't wearing a lab coat. In fact, he wasn't wearing anything. The only item on his body was an employee badge, hanging from a lanyard around his neck. His body was out on full display, his heavy sheath swaying with each step. Frosty stopped in his tracks to watch the stud pass, eyes following his swaying package. Catching the cheetah's gaze, the stud paused to give the white spotted feline a quick look-over.

With a whistle of approval, the stud watched Frosty as he resumed walking. A large paw reached down, catching Frosty by surprise as it slapped firmly on his left butt cheek. He jumped with a loud chirp and stopped abruptly, a sharp stinging sensation spreading over his slapped buttock. The stud winked at Frosty as the cheetah eyed him, then turned and continued on his way.

Zeryx smirked, having observed the exchange between Frosty and the stallion. "Better watch your back, kitty. I'm sure there are plenty of hungry predators around here that would love to get their paws on you."

The cheetah blushed at Zeryx's warning, giving him an understanding nod. "I'll keep that in mind. Wouldn't want to miss an important interview."

"The next stop is always a favorite for tour groups. Here at Wildfire Labs, we do extensive research and testing to ensure that our products are of the highest quality, guaranteed to work every time."

Zeryx lead Frosty through a set of double-doors, then paused in front of a large glass window. Inside was a small room that looked like a doctor's exam room. Sitting on an exam table was an average-sized leopard, his legs kicking idly as he waited. An equine and a black canine were busy mixing something near a sink, though Frosty couldn't identify what it was. He could see them talking, the cat on the table listening intently. The glass observation window prevented any sound from escaping, however.

Stepping away from the sink area, the black dog clutched a small conical tube in his fingers. It was filled with a milky fluid of some sort, quite viscous. The leopard on the exam table nodded as the dog spoke to him, taking the vial from him. He tipped the contents into his mouth and swallowed, licking his lips clean after.

Frosty blinked when the leopard began to shrink moments later, at an alarming rate. The feline's clothes fell away around him, bunching up on the stainless steel table. Shrinking wasn't a foreign concept to Frosty, having experienced it on multiple occasions thanks to James. He'd rarely seen from an outside perspective, however.

When he felt a light tap on his shoulder, Frosty reluctantly stepped away from the observation window. "We should move on," Zeryx said. "There's still quite a bit to see."

Frosty nodded understandingly, but not before he snuck another brief glance into the exam room. The leopard's clothes had been removed from the table, leaving only a tiny spotted feline perched precariously on the edge. The two scientists looked quite thrilled, talking excitedly to one another.

The next exam room caused Frosty to stop and gawk, despite the fact that Zeryx continued walking. Inside was an enormous hulk of a stallion, sporting a raging erection. The stud's head nearly touched the ceiling when he was standing upright. Most notable, however, was the pair of spotted canine legs scrambling just beyond the tip of the thick member, the remainder of the dog tucked in the stud's black shaft.

The huge stallion's hips rolled as his hands stroked over his throbbing shaft, clenching to draw the spotted thighs past the dripping tip. His sac was already considerably swollen and continued to grow as more of the canine was squeezed in. Frosty leaned closer, almost pressing his nose against the glass as he stared in, taking in the scene. The stud's expression was one of pure bliss, his hips jerking each time the dog squirmed.

Frosty didn't register the black ram slipping up behind him as he gawked. A paw snuck between the cheetah's legs, giving his crotch a squeeze that made Frosty let out a shriek. He fell forward against the window, paws pressing against it to catch himself. The sharp thump startled the stud inside, the large male shooting Frosty a glare at being interrupted in his blissful moment.

"Glad you're enjoying the view," Zeryx chuckled. "There are more things to show you elsewhere, however."

The cheetah's face was glowing intensely as he blushed, hot with embarrassment that he'd been caught staring. He sheepishly pried himself away and followed Zeryx, stealing quick glances at each observation window they passed. Much to his disappointment, however, the majority were currently empty.

"The next area we'll be stopping is the residential section. Many of our employees live here at the lab, but we also provide rooms for private rendezvous, or just a quick nap."

Frosty tipped his head to one side. "Private rendezvous?"

Zeryx smirked to him. "You've already found out for yourself how easy it is to get worked up here. Sometimes it's nice to be able to sneak off to enjoy a little quiet time, either by yourself or with a friend."

Frosty tried to avoid making eye contact with the ram as he blushed again, paws fidgeting nervously in his lap. His mind wandered back to the huge stud in the room, imagining himself in the place of the spotted dog. A soft groan escaped his lips as he envisioned the horse's thick package squeezing over him, sucking him down toward those heavy orbs. As a paw absently traced over his belly, just above his crotch, his fantasy was interrupted for the second time since he'd arrived.

"Oh! Flare, what a pleasant surprise," Zeryx announced.

The cheetah blinked as he snapped out of his daze and stopped just short of running into Zeryx. He lifted his gaze to see who the black ram was addressing. Standing before them was a handsome black shire stud, wearing nothing but an open lab coat. As Frosty took in the equine's toned body, he couldn't help but wonder if the "lab coat only" look was part of the standard dress code.

"Giving a new hire a tour of the facility?" Flare asked casually.

Zeryx shook his head lightly. "Not a new hire, just a prospect."

The dark stud took a moment to glance Frosty over. He folded his arms over his chest and hummed thoughtfully, then took a step toward the cheetah. Hooves clopped quietly on the smooth floor as Flare circled around Frosty and gave him a more thorough inspection. An approving nod accompanied a growing smirk.

"What position are you applying for?"

"Lab assistant," Frosty replied timidly. As he glanced over the shire's badge, a realization hit him. He'd seen this shire's picture while investigating the company. "Are you...?"

The stud offered a hand to Frosty, his long tail flicking lightly behind him. "Flare Stafire, co-owner of Wildfire Labs."

Frosty blinked, taking a moment to absorb those words. He then stuffed his hand into Flare's and shook vigorously. "Frosty. It's a pleasure to meet you. I wasn't expecting to meet the man in charge."

Flare took a moment to admire the slender feline once more, then turned his attention to Zeryx. "If you don't mind, I'd like to steal this cat away from you and give him a more thorough tour of the facility."

Frosty looked shocked. A tour from the owner himself? Surely he couldn't be serious.

"By all means, feel free. The next applicants should be showing up soon, so I'll see about bumping them up."

Flare nodded to him with a warm smile. "Thank you, Zeryx."

Frosty's ears perked as he watched Zeryx depart with a wave and a playful smirk. His eyes followed the ram as he quickly made his way down the corridor before disappearing around a corner. The shire cleared his throat to get Frosty's attention then gestured with a hand.

"Come with me. I'd like to show you the heart of the facility." As Flare began walking, he peered over his shoulder. "So, tell me, Frosty. How did you hear about Wildfire Labs?"

"Well, my mate's son actually referred me here while I was job hunting. I actually hadn't heard about this place before that, so I did a little research."

The shire tipped his head lightly. "Your mate's son knows about us? That's unusual; we don't usually target the younger crowd."

Frosty chuckled. "Well, he's a rather special case, I would say. Only twelve and he's already earned a college degree as well as several honorable mentions. And police reports." The last part was muttered under his breath.

The shire looked impressed. "And he referred you here? I don't recall any of my employees fitting that age group."

"Well, he said he had a reputation here. Does the name "James" ring any bells?"

The shire stopped immediately. "James? The crippled white raccoon?"

"That'd be the one. You know him?" Frosty inquired.

Flare chuckled softly and peered over his shoulder. "Know him? He does have a reputation here, yes. We caught him trying to sneak into the labs on several occasions. Little thief kept trying to make off with company secrets. We came to a mutually beneficial agreement, in the end."

"Oh? What sort of agreement?"

The shire wagged his finger at Frosty with a smirk, then resumed walking. "That's privileged information. Incidentally, forget that you ever heard that."

"I'll do my best," Frosty replied. He couldn't help but dwell on Flare's slipped tidbit, however. It wasn't surprising, though. James was often getting himself into all sorts of trouble.

After a few quiet moments, Flare stopped. He lifted his employee badge away from his neck and waved it over a security pad, which emitted a soft beep. He smiled to Frosty as he pulled the door open, then gestured the cheetah inside.

"Welcome to the control center," he said as Frosty strolled through the doorway.

The white cheetah stopped just inside of the door and gaped. The term "control center" was fitting. An array of monitors was laid out along one wall, displaying various images from throughout the lab facility. Many of them displayed empty exam rooms and labs, but a number of them were currently in use. Several workstations were situated at the monitors with various switches and buttons. It all reminded him of a television broadcast room.

"Everything that happens in the facility can be viewed from this room," Flare stated as he allowed the door to close behind them. "Only a few people have access, however."

Frosty scanned from one monitor to the next, taking in the various scenes taking place. One monitor displayed the enormous stud that Frosty had observed earlier, the stallion almost too big to fit in the image. The stud had long since displaced the unknown canine, and was currently seated on an exam table while carrying on a conversation with someone off-screen. His dark shaft was only semi-erect now, though his sac was still heavily swollen.

Peeling his eyes away from the handsome male, the cheetah glanced to another screen. A somewhat pudgy, but well-built Arcanine had an unidentified equine halfway down his throat. A pair of chocolate-brown legs dangled from his jaws, hoofed feet twitching as they rapidly disappeared between the firedog's jaws. Frosty whined softly, feeling rather envious of what he was seeing. A soft chuckle distracted him from a happy thought, peeking over his shoulder.

"It looks like Cinder is helping out in the lab again," the shire observed as he watched the monitor. "He seems to enjoy taking part in the tests personally, more than most." Flare's tail swished behind him as he watched, humming approvingly at what he saw.

Frosty blinked. "Cinder, the co-owner?"

Flare smiled warmly and nodded. "He's a little more than just a 'co-owner' to me but yes. Nobody here is above taking part in testing. After all, we want to make sure vore is enjoyable for everyone."

Frosty had seen enough. "What do I need to do to get in on this?" he asked abruptly. His eyes remained focused on the firedog as he quickly finished off the equine's legs, the bulges masked beneath a generous layer of pudge.

A moment of silence ensued as Flare maintained focus on the pudgy canid. His mind wandered for a moment before it dawned on him that Frosty had asked him a question. The dark shire grinned slightly, turning to face Frosty. "So eager to get in, hmm? Well, sadly we don't choose just anyone to work here at the labs. We do have a screening process to determine whether applicants are qualified to work here or not."

Frosty nodded. "Well, what does that screening process consist of?"

"Well, there's the usual interview, of course. If that goes well, the next step is a physical exam. Not in the traditional doctor's office exam, though. We have to make sure our employees are in good health, as well as being capable of...performing their duties."

Flares eyes scanned briefly over the cheetah, a playful smirk playing over his lips before he continued. "If we like what we see, you'll be assigned to a tech lab with a mentor. You'll have two weeks to get acquainted with the job and prove yourself. If you perform well, you'll be hired as a lab assistant. From there, the sky's the limit. We encourage our employees to push their boundaries and move around in the lab."

Glancing back to the monitors, Frosty scanned from one to another, his tail swaying faster at the thought of participating in some of the activities displayed. He convinced himself to peel his attention away from the monitors after several seconds, turning to face Flare. He couldn't help but notice that the large shire was thoroughly inspecting him with his eyes.

"So, what's the next stop?" Frosty asked. He casually placed his arms behind his neck and stretched, flaunting his slender frame a little.

"Well, the residential area is the last stop. It's not far from here," Flare said, gesturing to the door. His eyes followed the cheetah as he strolled to the door, admiring his curvy hips as they swayed with each step. The white cat had an almost feminine quality to him, earning a few dirty thoughts from the black shire as he followed close behind. He was eager to learn more about him.

"I'm curious, where do you fit into the scheme of things?" the shire asked as they strolled along a quiet corridor.

"Could you be a little more specific?" Frosty replied. He had a fairly good idea what the shire meant, but he wanted to be certain.

"Well, you know what this company does quite well, by now. Where do you fit on the food chain?" Given the cheetah's body type, Flare already had an answer in mind. It wouldn't be the first time someone had surprised him, however.

"Well, it really depends on the situation. More often than not, though, I end up on the dinner menu," he quietly admitted.

Flare chuckled softly at the cheetah's reply. "I suspected as much. We prefer flexible employees, so to speak, but that doesn't mean that leaning one way or another would prevent you from working here. After all, most experiments require two participants."

The cheetah's eyes scanned here and there as they arrived in another section of the facility. The change in atmosphere was dramatic, shifting rapidly from a scientific environment to something that felt more like an upscale motel. A large glass atrium surrounded an elaborate swimming pool and hot tub, while the other side featured a fully equipped exercise center. Farther down the hall, corridors branched off, either side lined with numbered doors.

"This is, unfortunately, the end of the tour. There are other areas of the facility, but those are restricted to Wildfire Labs personnel."

Frosty nodded softly. "What comes next?"

"Well, Zeryx generally leads the interviews, but I'm interested in making a special exception." Flare stepped closer to Frosty, gazing intently into the cheetah's blue eyes. "I'd like to conduct your interview personally, and get to know you better for myself."

The white feline looked stunned. "An interview with you? Absolutely!"

"Excellent. Follow me, Frosty." Flare continued down the corridor until he reached a room that bore his name and title. He waved his card over a keypad, then opened the door and politely beckoned Frosty inside.

The interior of the room was much more elaborate than Frosty had expected. Instead of the usual motel setup, the room looked like a well-furnished studio apartment. The room had a king bed with soft pillows and a thick comforter. Two crimson lounge chairs rested in front of a small wood-burning fireplace. A large TV adorned the opposite wall with a home theater system, as well as various electronics. At the far end of the room was a small kitchenette with a dining table and two chairs. Near the kitchen was a wood and glass curio, featuring mirrored shelves stocked with various expensive liquors. A sliding glass door connected the room to a private patio, with a small gate that opened to a lush garden.

"Wow, quite a pad you have here. Are all the rooms like this?"

Flare chuckled. "Not necessarily. The dimensions are all the same, yes, but we allow the employees to furnish them as they see fit."

"It looks fit for a king," the cheetah stated.

The shire grinned as he strolled over to an overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace and sat down, then invited Frosty to sit in the other. He pulled a leg up, his lab coat falling open to leave his package completely on display to the cheetah.

"Tell me, Frosty. What is your single greatest fantasy?"

Frosty blinked, finding the question rather upfront and sudden. "Is this part of the interview?"

Flare chuckled and winked. "Part of my interview."

"Well, that's a...bit of a personal question. I don't usually answer that to someone I've just met, much less someone I might be working for."

"Well, you've already seen that this is far from a traditional workplace. You also must understand the nature of the place you're applying. We make vore more enjoyable for everyone. In a way, we make dreams come true."

The shire's answer caught Frosty by surprise. He had to pause a moment to contemplate Flare's words before he could reply. "I suppose that is a good point. Still, you're asking me to open up and divulge a closely-guarded part of myself."

Flare leaned forward in his chair, gazing intently at the white feline as his smile grew. "Openness is a value that we embrace here. I want to know what your dream is, so that we can make it a reality."

A blush spread over Frosty's cheeks when he realized what Flare was getting at. He was still anxious about opening himself up to the shire, however.

"Consider this your interview, Frosty; just this one thing. Reveal your greatest vore fantasy, and you'll have the opportunity to live it out."

Frosty could feel his heart rate picking up as his mind wandered. His brain knew exactly what it wanted, providing him with a vivid stream of mental images. He fidgeted in his chair, trying his best not to draw attention to the growing bulge in his lap. The thought of the large stud he'd seen earlier was especially prominent. The more Frosty dwelled on those thoughts, the more relaxed he was with the idea of sharing. Eventually, he managed to gather the nerve to speak again.

"Well, I really enjoy equines," he admittedly bashfully.

Flare's ears perked as he leaned forward in the chair, a playful smirk growing wider on his lips. "Really, now? How interesting. Do go on."

"Well, I've always had a soft spot for studs. All around, mind you. Not just relating to vore. I always enjoy bigger men, but something about horses has always caught my eye."

The shire chuckled, nodding to him. "Well, we certainly have no shortage of those here. Our original staff was almost purely equines, aside from Cinder, but over the years we've expanded to other species. We still have a decent majority, however. You've only divulged part of your secret, though. I want to know more."

Frosty's blush deepened as he swallowed, adjusting his pants to where they weren't quite so tented. "I enjoy submitting to handsome studs; in all senses. I love letting a strong male take charge and have his way with me."

"Have his way, hmm?" Flare could feel his own lap stirring as he observed the cheetah's anxious fidgeting. He knew what was on the feline's mind. "I'm sure there's plenty of strong studs here that would love to make that happen. In fact..." Flare trailed off for a moment as he reached forward, brushing a paw over Frosty's cheek. "...I think I'd like to personally make your fantasy a reality."

A shiver ran up the cheetah's back when Flare touched him and spoke. Was he hearing him correctly? "Do you mean...?"

Flare nodded with a playful smile. "I would love to be the stud that has his way with you, Frosty. You're an exquisite cheetah." As he slipped out of his chair, Flare leaned down and spoke quietly into Frosty's ear, taking on a distinctly more seductive tone. "And I'm betting you'd jump at the opportunity to be fucked by one of the owners."

With Flare leaning so close, Frosty could smell the masculine scent rising from his body. The aroma beckoned to the cheetah, tugging at his senses. His attempt to keep his erection concealed was futile now, the bulge proudly standing at attention against his pants. A soft whine escaped his lips, his muzzle glowing with a crimson hue beneath his spotted white fur.

Grinning, Flare reached down and lightly took the cheetah's paw in his own. He guided Frosty's fingers down to his lap, letting the cheetah feel his growing package. He rolled his hips to grind his sheath against the white digits, licking gently along Frosty's ear.

"You want this, don't you, kitty? You'd love to feel this shire burying himself in you, humping you until you're too weak to move." He felt Frosty shiver as a result of those teasing words. "And when the shire is done with you, he'll make you disappear down his throat like the spotted meal you are."

A soft moan escaped the cheetah's lips, his fingers curling around Flare's sheath to give it a squeeze. He began to softly stroke over the shire's package, feeling the thick length that was hidden beneath the musky sleeve. It was beginning to swell, filling out Flare's sheath noticeably. The dark stud slipped his muzzle over Frosty's ear and suckled softly on it, drawing another content whine from the white cheetah. As he removed his lips from the slick ear, he whispered softly to Frosty.

"Tell me what you want, my sweet kitten," he purred to the feline.

"I...want you to stuff me," Frosty said quietly. "I'd love to have you fulfill my fantasy, Flare."

"And how shall I do that, sweetie?" Flare's paw followed the cheetah's as Frosty continued to stroke him, the shire's pink shaft beginning to slip free of his sheath.

"Well..." Frosty blushed deeply again, his ears pinning back as he gazed up into Flare's eyes. As badly as he wanted to be outright violated by the shire, he also wanted to impress him. "I want to show you just how much I want it," he purred.

"Tell me what you'd like to do, then."

Frosty's fingers brushed over the emerging flesh of Flare's shaft, making the shire shiver softly and let out a shaky groan. "I want to ride you."

Flare grinned at the cheetah's suggestion, rolling his hips again. "You want to ride this pony, hmm? I would never say no to that."

By now, Flare was mostly erect. His shaft was respectable for his height, though from Frosty's perspective, it was huge. He was already having doubts about whether he'd be able to manage or not, but he didn't want to shy away. It was his time to shine, and he wanted to do his best to make an impact on the boss.

Reading the uncertainty on Frosty's face, Flare reached up and lightly stroked a paw over the back of the cheetah's head. "Don't be afraid to let me know if you have trouble. This is supposed to be for you. I want to make sure you're comfortable, Frosty."

"I think I'll be okay," Frosty replied. There was a distinct amount of hesitance in his voice.

Standing from his crouched position, Flare loomed over Frosty. The scent of his arousal was thick, filling the cheetah's nose. He grinned, letting the cheetah get a good look at his erect pink spire before he turned and made his way to the bed. He fumbled through a nightstand, then closed the drawer and returned, clutching something in his paw. He knelt before Frosty once more, then leaned close.

"Close your eyes, and open your mouth for me, Frosty," he coaxed.

Expecting to receive the stud's erection, Frosty blushed furiously. He did as instructed, however, his eyes fluttering closed. His lips parted, revealing his warm pink maw to the shire. Flare took a moment to admire the inviting sight, half debating inserting his shaft between the cheetah's lips instead of his original plan. Maybe later, though. He popped open a small vial of white liquid and tipped it into Frosty's mouth.

"Swallow."

Frosty's eyes snapped open when he tasted a familiarly salty liquid splashing over his tongue. He pressed it against the roof of his mouth, getting a proper taste. When Flare wagged a finger at him, however, he tipped his head back and swallowed. He blinked as he gazed up at Flare, who was standing up from the floor.

"What was that? It tasted like...spunk."

Flare smirked. "It's a special concoction that we've been working on for some time. It will make things a little more...manageable for you."

"Manageable how?" Frosty asked softly.

"Don't worry," Flare said, lightly kissing one of his ears. "You'll find out soon enough. Why don't you slip yourself out of those clothes and join me in bed?"

Frosty nodded softly, glancing down at his white button-up shirt and khakis. He watched Flare slip over to the bed, removing his lab coat to show off his body in all its glory. The shire's erection was still standing proud, the pink flesh pulsing in time with the shire's heart rate. The white lab coat was deposited on top of the soft chair before he sat down at the edge of the bed, then pulled his legs up and laid down on his side.

"Come on, kitten. Can't start the fun if you're dressed," he urged invitingly, gently patting the bed next to himself.

Frosty blushed, but slowly rose from his chair. His paws trembled anxiously as he fumbled with each button in turn, slipping himself out of the shirt and dropping it on the chair. He paused a moment when his paws came to rest on his pants, shivering as the fabric strained against a distinct bulge. The sight of the tented cheetah made Flare grin. Eventually Frosty unzipped his pants and popped the button, letting them fall off his waist.

Flare whistled when a pink thong greeted him, hugging the cheetah's hips snugly. "My, my. The sexy kitty is wearing a sexy pink thong."

The comment made Frosty blush as he stepped out of his pants, then bent down to relocate them to the chair with his shirt. He stood up and stretched, placing his arms behind his head as he had done earlier in the control room. A light sway of the cheetah's hips accompanied the playful stretch. His tail swayed back and forth as he relaxed one more, slowly sauntering toward the bed.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked softly, posing for the shire again.

Flare nodded, reaching out to lightly stroke the cheetah's hip. "I definitely like what I see, kitty. I'd say your physical qualifications for the job are more than sufficient."

Leaning over, Flare wrapped both arms around Frosty's hips and gave a firm tug. The cheetah chirped loudly in surprise, lifted clean off his feet. His slender body was pulled close, tugged into a somewhat possessive hug by the naked shire stud. He could feel Flare's thick length pressing against his waist, the tip smearing pre into his spotted pelt. The shire's hips ground softly, working the pulsing erection against the slender cat.

"Gonna get me all warmed up, kitty?" Flare asked quietly. His paws brushed over the cheetah's back, scratching gently through the soft fur.

Frosty reached down, lightly tracing his fingers over the equine shaft. The soft caress of Frosty's digits made Flare groan quietly, his shaft pulsing at the cheetah. "I'd say you're already quite warmed up, hun."

The stud grinned, kissing the cheetah between the ears. "True, but what fun is a good romp without a little foreplay?" He pushed his hips forward, grinding his shaft through Frosty's paw as the tip left a wet streak on his fur.

"Well, I don't see why not," Frosty purred. "Just means more time to enjoy myself with the boss."

Twisting himself around, Frosty ended up belly-to-belly with the tall equine. The stud's erection laid up against his belly, the base of it pressed against his tented pink thong. Reaching down to adjust himself, Frosty tugged the thong back and pointed his own penis up. He gently let the pink fabric back down, creating a handsome outline of the cheetah's shaft, a pink tip poking out the top. His hips rolled forward, lightly grinding his erection against the stud's length. His pink shaft was dwarfed by the equine pole, but it didn't deter him the least bit.

Curling his fingers properly around Flare's shaft, Frosty began to attentively stroke up and down the pulsing length. He rested his cheek against Flare's chest, nuzzling fondly now and then as he watched himself work. He enjoyed the sight of that pink shaft throbbing at him each time he squeezed, slick pre dripping onto his fingers.

Hunched over the smaller feline, Flare began to lightly nibble and lick at the cheetah's rounded ears. The attention made Frosty squirm and whimper quietly, his ears being one of his weak spots. Each soft nibble sent a tingle up his back that made him shiver. His fingers squeezed the stud's length and stroked downward, pausing at the base before working back to the blunt tip.

Flare's ears perked when Frosty unexpectedly wiggled downward, the slender cat's body sliding down the bed. Soft kisses accompanied the cheetah's descent, each slightly lower than the previous. Frosty cooed softly between kisses as his fingers worked a few inches of the shire's member, the scent of Flare's arousal growing stronger the closer he drew to the source. He paused when his kisses reached the shire's belly, stopping just short of the throbbing erection.

The stud watched intently as Frosty breathed over the tip of his shaft, taking in the heady scent. Flare's hips rolled each time the cheetah's paw stroked down his shaft, encouraging the feline's motions. He wanted more, but he allowed the cheetah to savor the moment. Taking a deep breath, Frosty allowed the shire's scent to fill his lungs. If not for the desire to be filled with that impressive shaft, he could have easily remained where he was. The scent of an aroused male was particularly intoxicating to him.

A soft roll of the shire's hips bumped the flared tip against Frosty's nose, encouraging him to continue. He dipped his head forward and extended his tongue, greeting the shire's aching member with a raspy feline tongue. The textured sensation made Flare groan, his body trembling as Frosty's tongue circled around the tip of his shaft. A quiet groan escaped Frosty's lips as he tasted the warm pre leaking from the tip, accompanied by a pleasant musk that encouraged him to seek a better taste.

Frosty's tongue began to eagerly lap over the stud's erection, his head dipping down so he could reach the base. He circled over it with soft licks, then began to slowly scrape his tongue upward along the full length of the stud's member. Each lick was accompanied by a spurt of warm pre, coating the cheetah's muzzle in slippery fluids. Frost didn't seem to mind the mess, occasionally pausing to flick his tongue over his muzzle to lap away the slickness.

Unable to keep his paws to himself due to the cheetah's teasing, Flare lightly placed a paw at the back of Frosty's head. The cheetah's ears perked up when he felt the added weight, lifting his gaze to Flare's muzzle. The shire smiled down at him as Frosty idly stroked over his erection, caressing the cheetah's scruff fondly.

"That's enough tasting, kitty. I want you to swallow it." He lightly guided the cheetah's muzzle to the tip of his length, grinding his hips to rub the flared tip against his nose. "I want to feel the pretty kitten's throat wrapped around this."

An intense blush rushed over Frosty's muzzle at the lewd suggestion. He didn't want to deny the shire the pleasure, however. Crooning sweetly, he closed his eyes and parted his lips. The shire's length was much thicker than what he generally put in his mouth, however. His first attempt was more of a messy kiss than anything, but Flare seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, the cheetah relaxed his jaws and hunched forward.

A heavy groan escaped Flare's throat when the cheetah's lips slid over his tip. A raspy tongue curled gently to welcome it in, protecting the sensitive flesh from pearly feline teeth. Purring quietly around his growing mouthful, Frosty's paw dipped down to stoke the base of the shire's meaty length. His fingers circled the thick shaft and squeezed softly, stroking upward to milk out the warm pre that leaked continuously.

With the stud's length several inches in his muzzle, Frosty's nose was overwhelmed with the shire's thick scent. It filled his lungs each time he breathed, encouraging him to continue. Preparing for the next push, he carefully maneuvered himself onto his knees. Hunching forward, the cheetah perched himself over Flare's member, angling it upward to give himself a better approach. The shire's head lifted to watch, eager to see if the cheetah was up to the task.

Frosty was determined to heed the shire's wishes. Squeezing the base of Flare's shaft, he dipped his muzzle down. The flared tip bumped the back of the cheetah's throat, sending a jolt of pleasure up Flare's body. Without thinking he rocked forward, tugging the back of Frosty's head against his lap. A surprised squeak escaped Frosty's lips, but was quickly muffled as the shire's tip slid into his throat. Moaning shakily, Flare paused to enjoy the sensation of his sensitive tip being enveloped in soft, slippery flesh.

The cheetah's cheeks glowed as he held his position, taking soft breaths to avoid gagging himself. He was unable to avoid another of his body's reflexes, however. His throat contracted firmly, tugging the cheetah's head down as several inches of Flare's erection disappeared smoothly down Frosty's throat. A distinct bulge was visible in the cheetah's neck, the thick length spreading the cat's gullet. He whined sweetly with desire, fidgeting on the bed before a paw slipped down to his lap.

Curling his fingers around his own swollen package, Frosty fondled himself as he carefully drew his head back. A soft slurp accompanied the motion as he cautiously withdrew Flare's throbbing meat from his throat. He was surprised at his own talent, having a much easier time than he would have anticipated. Eager to take more of the shire's flesh, his head sank down to admit the equine length back into his gullet.

Flare's hips rolled gently to help the cheetah along, grinding himself into the pleasantly smooth passage. His body jerked softly each time the cat's throat tugged at his shaft. He had to remind himself to hold back, resisting the urge to bottom himself out in the cat's throat. It wasn't often that he met someone so eager to deep-throat him. He reclined back and simply enjoyed the cat's attention, listening happily to the soft moans and mewls that escaped the cheetah's lips as Frosty sucked his shaft down.

Purring warmly as he went, Frosty paused when he was about halfway. He could feel the distinct medial ring touching his lips, pulsing gently in time with the stud's rapid heartbeat. His fingers stroked firmly along the base as his rough tongue pushed up and down the hot flesh in his mouth. Gulping softly, Frosty drew the shire's sensitive ring past his lips. He felt Flare's hand gently tighten on his scruff as he did this, his tongue circling along the raised ridge.

Confident in his abilities, Frosty relaxed his jaw and swallowed heavily. His throat tightened and pulled at the shire's shaft, drawing it deeper into the slick passage as his rough tongue helped coax it in. This time, the cheetah didn't stop until his lips "kissed" the stud's retracted sheath. He gulped lewdly around Flare's length to ensure every inch was nestled in his throat. He couldn't help but feel a little impressed that he was able to manage it so smoothly.

Flare looked equally impressed. His hand lightly kneaded the cheetah's scruff as he admired the outline of his shaft in the cheetah's neck. Frosty responded with a playful wiggle of his hips, his tail swaying rhythmically back and forth. Giving a soft pull, the shire groaned quietly as the cheetah's gullet tugged possessively at his length. The slick flesh rolled over his erection, tugging it down each time he attempted to draw his length back an inch or two. The cheetah didn't seem to want to give up his musky prize, now that he'd accomplished the feat. Eventually he gave in, however.

Slurping lewdly as he withdrew, Frosty reluctantly allowed himself to relax and pull back. His throat softly kneaded over Flare's erection as the shire rubbed him between the ears. As much as he would have loved to let the cheetah suck him off, Flare had other plans in mind. He watched the rounded bulge slowly retreat from the cat's throat, a glistening layer of drool clinging to his shaft.

When Frosty attempted to swallow the girthy equine once more, Flare's fingers tightened on his scruff. He halted the cheetah's attempt, making Frosty whine quietly. The cheetah's eyes gazed up needily at Flare, but the shire wagged a finger gently at him. He gave a little thrust to satisfy the cheetah's desire, then gently pulled the Frosty's head up. Giving in to the shire's demand, the spotted feline hesitantly gave up his prize. His tongue licked every inch he could manage before the tip popped free, spurting pre onto Frosty's muzzle.

Flare took a moment to gather his senses before he spoke. "Quite the talented kitty, you are. I'd love to let you suck me off sometime, sweetie. You have another obligation to fulfill, however." Reaching down, Flare lightly cupped the cheetah's rump and gave it a squeeze.

The cheetah's hips wiggled lewdly as Flare groped them. As badly as he wanted to swallow the shire's load, the desire to have his rump filled was stronger. The slender feline licked his lips as he sat up, fingers hooking beneath his thong. He bent forward as he wiggled himself out of it, easing the pink fabric off his hips and down his toned thighs. He stepped out of it, then tossed it carelessly off the bed.

Once he was relieved of the lingerie, Frosty crawled toward Flare on all-fours. The cheetah's hips moved with a sultry sway as he crept over the shire's body. Flare sat up and looped his arms around Frosty's waist, pulling the cheetah's slender body against himself once Frosty was in position. Curvy hips loomed over the stud's shaft, a spotted tail waving through the air with eager anticipation. Kneading the cheetah's lower back, Flare leaned to Frosty's ear and whispered quietly to him, a sultry tone heavy on his lips.

"I know you've been waiting for this, kitten. You can't wait to feel this shire's meat slipping into your rump." The cheetah shivered at his teasing words, squirming anxiously. Flare licked gently along Frosty's ear and gave the cheetah's backside a firm squeeze. "Show me how badly you want my cock, kitty."

A needy whimper escaped Frosty's lips. The shire's words were absolutely true, though. He reached up and slipped his arms over Flare's shoulders, giving the stud a gentle squeeze as he lowered his hips. Knowing the cheetah would need a little assistance in the matter, Flare lowered his paw from the cheetah's rump while his other remained hooked around Frosty's waist. His fingers lightly gripped the base of his aching shaft, pointing it toward the cheetah's rump as Frosty slid down.

When the flared tip bumped Frosty's backside, the cheetah paused. The thick head nestled itself perfectly between his supple cheeks, teasing the warm entrance. As he lightly rolled his hips back and forth against it, he had a moment of indecision. Despite his impressive performance swallowing the stud's shaft, he felt anxious. Sensing the cheetah's hesitance, Flare softly rolled his hips upward to push his tip against the cheetah's entrance. He didn't attempt to penetrate, however. Slick pre smeared over the warm pink flesh as Frosty continued to grind against it, making both of them groan softly.

"Don't be afraid, kitten. I'm sure you can do it. Just sit back and let the shire's cock squeeze into you, nice and easy."

With a soft nod, the cheetah allowed his weight to settle against the flared tip. He could feel the warm pre leaking against his puckered flesh as he bore down on it, smearing slickness against the cheetah's entrance. With a soft grunt, Flare gave a little push to help himself inside. The cheetah's pink ring resisted at first, but with some persistence the shire eventually succeeded.

The cheetah let out a sharp groan and clenched when the tip stretched him open, feeling the shire's flared head squeezing past his anal ring. He nearly pushed Flare's tip back out in the process, but an upward pressure from the shire's hips prevented it. The sensation made him squirm, hips rocking back and forth to help his body relax. Much to his surprise, though, it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as he would have anticipated.

Flare softly nuzzled the cheetah's ear, licking along the inner edge of the thin flesh. "Such a lovely cat. I may just keep you for myself."

Frosty blushed at Flare's musing, grinding his hips against the stud's tip. Pushing his hips down with a shaky moan, the cheetah allowed another inch or so of the shire's lengthy pole to slip into his rump. Warm pre leaked into his bowels as he coaxed more of Flare's shaft inside, lubricating the fleshy passage ahead of it. Flare's fingers lightly stroked the base of his shaft as Frosty eased him in, helping stimulate the trickle of slick fluids.

"Mmh, s-so big," Frosty groaned quietly, feeling the shire's thick package gliding deeper into his bowels. Each soft roll of his hips worked another inch inside, the throbbing pink shaft disappearing steadily. He paused when the stud's medial ring bumped against his entrance, grinding his hips against the shaft already buried in his bowels.

"There's plenty more to go, sweetie," the shire cooed softly into Frosty's ear. He gave his hips a soft bounce, slipping the flared ring into the cheetah's body.

Despite being somewhat intimidated by Flare's words, Frosty was determined to follow through. He bit his lip to muffle a sharp moan as he sat down, squeezing the remainder of the shire's shaft inside in one smooth motion. Frosty hugged Flare's shoulders firmly, his body trembling as the thick equine length settled into his bowels.

"Mmh, I knew you could do it, sweetie," Flare groaned into Frosty's ear. He allowed the cheetah to enjoy that full feeling for several seconds before he continued. "Now work those lovely hips on my cock, kitten."

Nodding lightly, Frosty focused on lifting his hips. His silky passage clenched possessively around Flare's length as he rose, allowing several inches to ease out. He paused a moment before he settled back down, shivering as the stud's member filled him once more. The cheetah waited a moment before rising again, working himself into a slow, steady rhythm.

Flare matched the cheetah's rhythm with gentle thrusts, rolling his hips upward when Frosty settled onto his shaft. His hands rested on the cheetah's hips, lightly squeezing yet allowing Frosty to control the pace. The feel of the cheetah's bowels stretched over his maleness was amazing. As tempted as he was to simply push the cheetah over and pound him senseless, he allowed Frosty to continue the passionate, steady pace.

Frosty's back arched, angling the shire's thick penis into him as he sat down. The flared tip pressed into his prostate as it slid past, making the cheetah groan sweetly. The feel of the shire's thick meat buried in his body was incredible. The pleasure encouraged Frosty to pick up the pace, resting his paws on Flare's shoulders for leverage as he increased the frequency of his bouncing. The force of his downward thrusts became similarly stronger, sending the hefty equine pole deep into his bowels.

The stud's grip on Frosty's hips grew stronger as the slinky cheetah rocked up and down the length of his member. A continuous flow of pre kept the cheetah well-lubricated, his thick pole gliding smoothly into the snowy feline's bowels each time Frosty sat down. He could feel the cheetah trembling against his body as Frosty nuzzled affectionately into his neck, an increasingly pleasant aroma rising from the cat's fur.

Inhaling softly to take in the cat's scent, Flare grinned. The smell of the cheetah's sexual excitement was distinct, but a subtle aroma of vanilla accented the musky fragrance. Thrusting harder into the cat's bowels, Flare's tongue slipped out to brush inquisitively over the cheetah's forehead. He breathed heavily over the cat's head as he took in the feline's flavor, enjoying a rather distinct hint of vanilla in the cheetah's fur.

Slipping his lips over one of Frosty's ears, the shire began to suckle softly to draw out the cheetah's pleasant flavor. The soft touch over his ear made Frosty squirm and whimper loudly, his bowels clenching around Flare's shaft tightly. The cat's thrusts became somewhat erratic for a moment before he regained his composure, working his hips determinedly against his lover.

Slowly drawing his lips away from Frosty's ear, Flare groaned to his lover. One of the shire's hands eased away from Frosty's hip, only to sneak between the pair. The white feline cried out sharply when Flare's fingers curled around his shaft, causing him to clench tightly once more. A splash of slick pre leaked over the Flare's fingers as he stroked the cheetah's pink length, causing his lover to whimper and squirm uncontrollably.

Grinning to himself, Flare licked teasingly along the rim of Frosty's ear. He squeezed his fingers around the cheetah's shaft, allowing Frosty's increasing pace to thrust the pink shaft into his paw. "Such a tasty little thing," Flare purred into Frosty's ear as he licked it. "Can't wait to get a better taste of you, kitten. Gonna make sure every inch of you gets properly tasted as your sexy spotted frame slips down my throat."

The shire's words set the cheetah off immediately, almost as if he'd flipped a switch. Frosty let out a sharp moan as his body clenched almost painfully around Flare's thick shaft. His shaft throbbed in Flare's fingers moments before a rope of white spunk burst from his pink tip. Barbs stood up on the cheetah's erection, giving it a rather unique texture as Flare continued to stroke over it. The cheetah's hips jerked and thrust involuntarily, grinding the stud's shaft quickly back and forth.

Flare aimed the spurting erection at Frosty's chest, letting the cheetah splatter himself with ropes of white cream. He leaned back to admire the sight of the helplessly squirming feline, enjoying the purely blissful expression on the cat's face. Not one to be outdone, though, Flare continued to firmly thrust into the cat's bowels, further fueling Frosty's intense orgasm. He wasn't far from his own climax, but he didn't want to lose his load in the white feline quite yet.

Heavy moans escaped Frosty's lips each time Flare sank his thick length into the cheetah's body. His body was almost overwhelmed with intense pleasure, the cheetah's knees threatening to give out at any moment. He likely would have collapsed against Flare, if not for the shire's firm hold on his hips as well as his own paws on the stud's shoulders.

The shire nibbled softly over Frosty's ear again, then spoke quietly into it. "Hope you don't have any other plans today, little cheetah. You're gonna be spending a while cramped up in a shire's gut."

Flare felt the cheetah clench around him again, grinning to himself at the reaction Frosty had to his teasing. He slipped his muzzle entirely over the cat's ear and began to suckle intently on it, making the cheetah squirm against him as he roughly thrust into his rump. This time, Flare didn't relent. Warm jaws eased open as his tongue licked the cat's ear, spreading gradually over the top of Frosty's head. The white cheetah blushed heavily as he felt the shire's hot breath against his head.

Hunched over the smaller feline, Flare used the leverage of his thrusts to push Frosty's head past his jaws. A warm tongue slurped down over the cheetah's muzzle, curling around it wetly. Flare groaned approvingly at the flavor of vanilla and rich musk on his taste buds, slurping shamelessly over the cheetah's face. Heavy breaths washed over the small feline as Flare panted, dividing his attention between plowing the cheetah and pushing him deeper into his jaws.

Frosty shivered, leaning into the stud as Flare's jaws crept over his head. Slick drool clung to his fur as Flare lapped his cheeks and neck, matting his spotted pelt. Despite having just achieved orgasm, the sensation of the shire's jaws sliding past his head kept Frosty firmly erect. He peeked open to get a good look at the inside of the stud's maw, feeling the pink flesh rippling over him each time Flare slurped.

Trying to hold back his orgasm as long as he could manage, Flare eased back his thrusts. The cheetah's body continued to lightly bounce, though, as his lips circled Frosty's neck. Focused on the next difficult task, the shire's jaws gaped open. He panted heavily over the cheetah's moist, slick head as he stretched his maw over Frosty's left shoulder, maneuvering carefully to wedge it between his jaws. The stud's cheek bulged as he tucked the cat's shoulder in, gulping lightly when Frosty's nose poked the back of his throat.

A soft mewl escaped the cheetah's lips when the shire's soft gullet tugged his muzzle. He wiggled his short feline snout and leaned forward, shivering with anticipation and pleasure. With little difficulty, Flare snapped his head to the side and stuffed the cheetah's other shoulder past his lips. A thick swallow accompanied the motion, Frosty's face dipping into the slimy passage.

Flare's tongue slurped over the cheetah's chest to gather up more of the cat's unique flavor, strands of drool dripping over the spotted feline's torso. His moist appendage gathered up the salty seed that had been left earlier by Frosty's orgasm, adding a distinctly salty flavor to the cheetah's body. A shapely bulge formed in the shire's neck when Flare swallowed again, wedging the feline deeper into his throat. He felt the feline tense up and moan sharply when his tongue passed over Frosty's nipples, making him grin. The tip of his tongue circled each one in turn, making the cheetah whimper and squirm helplessly.

Giving a firm thrust, Flare let another deep swallow nestle the cheetah's shoulders against the entrance to his gullet. He paused a moment to enjoy a few last licks over the cat's nipples, then pushed his jaws down as he thrust upward to stuff Frosty's shoulders into his throat. Quick breaths rushed through the shire's nose as he quickly approached climax, each thrust slurping lewdly at the cheetah's backside as he flowed with warm pre. Similar slurps echoed around the cheetah's torso as Flare sucked him into his throat.

Tucking more of the cheetah's torso into his slimy passage, Flare hunched forward to accommodate the cat. He was grateful for his natural flexibility, something that allowed the shire to effortlessly suck himself off. It was the same ability that enabled him to literally hump live prey down his throat as he was doing now.

Grinding his hips against the shire's pounding shaft, Frosty could feel himself quickly nearing another peak. The sensation of being stuffed down the greedy stud's throat while plowed gave him a rush of sexual thrill that was almost too much for the small feline. His body jerked each time Flare thrust, helping propel his body deeper into the shire's gullet.

When his lips reached the cheetah's waist, Flare bit down softly to halt the cheetah's progress. His tongue continued to lick at the cheetah's body, the matted mess of cat spunk much thicker there. The shire maintained a firm hold on Frosty's hips to ensure that the cheetah wouldn't slip any deeper, taking a moment out of his meal to focus on the pleasure of the cheetah's backside. His thrusts because much quicker, shamelessly plowing the small feline that was buried halfway down his throat.

The stud's nostrils flared each time he took a deep breath of his surroundings, enjoying the subtle vanilla aroma of the cheetah's body combined with the smell of sex. The feline's tail waved quickly back and forth in front of his eyes, showing how much Frosty was enjoying the attention. Softly gulping, Flare swallowed just enough of the cheetah's waist to slide the tip of the cat's pink length across his tongue. The gentle touch pushed Frosty over the edge, the cheetah's length spurting feebly with warm seed onto his tongue. He didn't have much to offer after his first intense orgasm, but that wasn't what Flare was after.

The shire rocked his hips roughly when the cheetah's bowels clenched tightly over his shaft as a result of the second orgasm. This was what Flare was waiting for. The added tightness caused a surge of pleasure that drove the stud into a sexual frenzy. His fingers tightened on Frosty's hips as he groaned passionately, the flared end of his shaft suddenly engorging. He thrust rapidly into the cheetah's bowels, his body shuddering as he let out a heavy moan and erupted with hot seed moments later.

Frosty's toes curled, his feet clawing against the bed as he ground his hips against Flare's tongue. His pink shaft throbbed, the small barbs standing up rigidly as he emptied what little seed he had remaining. It took him several seconds to register the flood of hot spunk flowing from the shire's throbbing shaft. The force and volume of Flare's load was something he hadn't anticipated. He could feel it spilling into his bowels, spreading through his body and radiating intense warmth.

As he kneaded over the cat's hips, Flare ground firmly against Frosty's backside to ensure he was deeply nestled in his bowels. He could feel warm seed leaking out around the base of his shaft, dripping over his sac as he emptied himself into the cheetah. His tongue curled around Frosty's length, teasing out the last few drops of the cheetah's spunk before he swallowed thickly. Tipping his head back, Flare pulled Frosty off his thick meat with a lewd slurp. The throbbing pink spire slapped against his belly, still spurting its creamy filling. The shire released a paw from Frosty's hips to stroke over his pulsing member, panting around the cat as another swallow tucked Frosty's shapely hips into his throat.

The cheetah's legs kicked feebly beyond Flare's jaws, the cat's body slipping down quickly now that his weight was assisting the process. It wasn't long before his head pushed up against a fleshy barrier. He wiggled his muzzle and twitched, feeling it give way and stretch over him. His face was greeted by a hot, empty chamber. The smell of acid was subtle, the walls slick with thick fluids. The shire's belly was eager to welcome the cheetah, stretched easily to accommodate him as his head slid smoothly inside.

Flare's heart raced as his climax tapered off, his chest and belly dotted with ropes of seed. He idly stroked over his length, milking out the last drops as his jaws slid down the cheetah's thighs. The toned legs disappeared several inches at a time, Frosty's torso beginning to fill out the surprisingly flexible pouch. The spotted cat was forced to curl against himself as each swallow pushed more of his body inside.

Steadying Frosty's feet with a paw, Flare lightly rubbed over the cat's pink foot pads. The soft touch made Frosty twitch, a muffled giggle rising from within the shire's gut. The reaction made Flare smile, admiring the pair of white spotted paws as they quickly approached his maw. He suckled wetly around the cheetah's ankles, giving Frosty an unusual kiss before he yawned widely.

Tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, Flare savored the last morsel of his feline meal. His tongue stretched over the cheetah's feet, helping guide them in as he swallowed. He rolled his tongue over the twitching paws, making Frosty giggle again. The shire enjoyed the feel of the cat jerking and wiggling in his belly and throat, but his stomach demanded he finish his hefty meal. Reluctantly, he relaxed his throat to allow the cheetah's feet to slip back toward the dark passage. He savored the moment before his throat closed over the cheetah's feet and tugged sharply downward.

A paw idly followed the cheetah's bulges as he finished his feline snack, his belly expanding outward and pushing his erect pink shaft down. A heavy, deep sigh escaped Flare's lips when a few gentle gulps finished the deed, sealing the cheetah in his belly. He pushed his hand against the handsome bulge, feeling the helpless feline squirming within as he settled into the cramped space.

"Right where you belong, my sweet feline," Flare purred, licking his lips to whisk away the lingering remains of the cheetah he'd devoured. He groaned softly each time the cheetah shifted, propping himself up against the headboard with a pillow.

The cheetah's paws pushed lightly at the walls, feeling them squeezing in on him from all directions. Flare admired the feline paw prints that appeared each time Frosty pushed, his stretched walls outlining the cat's pads handsomely. He traced his fingers over the cheetah's curves, his stomach letting out a soft gurgle. A moment later a soft burp escaped the shire's lips, causing the slick chamber to tighten further around his occupant.

Curled up in a fetal position in the equine gut, Frosty felt like a kitten. His body was hugged conformingly by the slippery walls. Thick fluids leaked over his body, coating the cheetah thoroughly. The expected tingle of acids was absent, however. He knew he wouldn't be going anywhere for some time unless the shire allowed it. He was at Flare's mercy, whether he'd be released later or eventually treated as food by the stud's belly. The thought made the cheetah purr contently. In his mind, Flare was right. He felt he was exactly where he belonged right now. The content purring made the walls vibrate gently, something that Flare enjoyed thoroughly.

After several silent minutes of soft caressing, Flare reached for his lab coat. He fished into the pocket and withdrew a cellular phone, reclining on the bed once more. One paw lightly stroked over the cheetah-shaped bulge, feeling the cat settling down as he began to drift off to sleep in the humid, sweltering environment. Flare dialed a number, then placed the phone to his ear. A voice came on the line a moment later.

"Hey, Zeryx. I'm calling regarding Frosty, the white cheetah you met earlier." Listening to the ram for a moment, the shire chuckled. "Yes, I agree. He is quite the looker."

Feeling the cheetah shift into a more comfortable position in his gut as he fell asleep, Flare grinned and continued. "I'd like you to move ahead with the hiring process, Zeryx. Have the paperwork ready for him by tomorrow morning."

The ram voice his agreement, much to Flare's satisfaction. The shire burped softly, then licked his lips as he spoke to his friend. "Trust me, I'm definitely looking forward to seeing more of him around here..."