“Alleyway Antics”
by mZmm
 
 
  “Hey, do you think you could help me out?”
 
 
  Noodles heard a voice coming from an alleyway as he walked down the street, going for his daily walk. Occasionally stuff like that happened; the red panda found that they usually weren’t directed to him, so he tended to just walk by them, not even bothering to look sometimes.
 
 
  This was not the case, apparently, because he heard the voice come again from the alley, just as it was about to disappear out of his peripheral view.
 
 
  “Excuse me, sir?” it came again.
 
 
  Noodles stopped walking. He looked around, to see if the voice could be talking to anybody else.
 
 
  “Yes, you!” it came again, a bit more impatient this time - enough of a command that Noodles decided to actually look into the alley.
 
 
  It was a bit dark, but as he walked into the alley, he noticed a cheetah, crouching down and peering into what Noodles assumed was some kind of storm drain, on the side of the alley. The cheetah’s left hand was poised over it, looking like he had been sticking his hand down the storm drain, with no results (obviously, if he needed the panda’s help).
 
 
  “Hey, thanks a bunch, guy…” the cheetah said as he saw Noodles walk over to him. “Listen…” he continued, “I dropped my keys down into this storm drain. Normally I’d just think of them as lost, but I can see them right down there at the bottom. Unfortunately…” he continued, holding up his hands to the panda, “I can’t fit these things down there. So I was looking for someone smaller, and then you walked by, and…” he stopped for a moment, looking back down to the storm drain. “Think you can help me out?”
 
 
  Noodles stood over the cheetah for a little bit, thinking about the situation. “Yeah, sure.” the panda finally said, kneeling down to look into the storm drain, as the cheetah stood up.
 
 
  “Thanks so much, dude…” he said as he stood up, walking behind Noodles as he looked into the storm drain. Sure enough, Noodles could see the glittering of a set of keys at the bottom of the drain. They looked to be just in arm’s reach too - weird that a storm drain like this was so shallow, but Noodles wasn’t exactly questioning this as he stuck his hand into the openings in the drain. His hand fit all right, and so did his arm.
 
 
He had his whole elbow fit into the drain, and he was grasping for the key, when suddenly he felt a powerful blow to the side of his head, knocking him straight onto the ground, and quickly turning his world to black!
 
 
Noodles came to sometime later. He wasn’t sure whether it was within seconds, minutes, hours, or some combination of the three, but what was more immediate was the pounding on the side of his head, throbbing painfully. What was also more immediate was that he wasn’t lying on the ground anymore, but rather was being hoisted in the air by...something. He couldn’t really see what; his vision too blurry to really focus at this point yet. He also noticed that his shirt was missing, his bare chest exposed to the cool breeze of the afternoon.
 
 
The panda just kind of hung limp in the air for a few seconds, before he heard a familiar voice.
 
 
“I can’t believe you actually fell for that!” the voice said, laughing heartily before and after that statement. Noodles’s throbbing headache made it a little difficult to connect the dots, but it was pretty obviously the voice of the cheetah he’d helped...sometime...earlier. The blur of yellow, black and brown in front of him was starting to make a lot more sense now...Internally, Noodles was angered by this apparent betrayal, but on the outside, he just hung limp, barely even reacting to the cheetah’s taunting.
 
 
“Man, if I knew it would be this easy to catch one of you guys, I would have just said the keys were in my stomach…” the cheetah said, before opening his mouth. He had Noodles by the back of his neck, hovering the red panda right in front of his face, giving the red panda a nice view of his yawning maw (if Noodles’s vision had actually cleared up, which it still hadn’t, really…), before the cheetah’s tongue emerged from that fleshy cavern to give Noodles a nice, long, slobbery lick across his face.
 
 
The sudden fleshy contact didn’t exactly wake Noodles up, but it did inspire a touch of struggle in the limp panda, a bit of a wiggle in the cheetah’s grasp, which only served to amuse the cheetah.
 
 
“Really? Is that the best you can do?” he asked, laughing as he took another lick. “You really WILL be better off as belly filler…” he teased, before opening his mouth up again, this time to take more than just a lick. The cheetah immediately stuffed Noodles’s head into his mouth, closing his lips around Noodles’s head and barely giving the panda any time to adjust to this new environment before the cheetah pushed him to the back of his maw.
 
 
Clearly, this cheetah was pretty hungry, as he wasted no time in swallowing down the limp meal Noodles had become, quickly slathering the panda in cheetah drool before gulping down his head. The rest of his body hung outside of the cheetah’s mouth, wiggling occasionally, but otherwise completely lax; the cheetah barely even had to hold Noodles at this point, his powerful throat muscles with more than enough of a grip on the panda’s body.
 
 
The cheetah placed a hand on his growling gut as he fed, feeling it rumble impatiently as he continued to gulp down the red panda. The pace slowed somewhat after Noodles’s head and shoulders had been gulped down, the cheetah’s tongue rubbing up and down the panda’s chest, getting a bit of Noodles’s flavor as he continued to gulp the panda down. At the same time, he started undoing the panda’s pants, tossing them into the same corner he’d tossed Noodles’s shirt into earlier. This left Noodles completely naked, the panda’s bits hanging out for all to see as the cheetah continued gulping him down. He took one hand and started lazily groping at Noodles’s junk, making the panda squirm a bit at the arousing sensations…
 
 
Noodles was starting to wake up a little bit more now. He couldn’t tell if his vision had cleared, seeing as his vision was mostly taken up by the dark red interior of the cheetah’s throat, but he certainly felt more aware...partially thanks to the groping of his shaft. He wasn’t sporting a hard-on or anything, but it did help the blood to flow a little better...which was actually kind of bad, considering his current spot. He tried to wiggle in the hot throat, but it was almost impossible; the throat flesh gave absolutely no leeway, skin-tight around him and only pulling him deeper, closer to the cheetah’s hungry gut. He was essentially a passenger on this trip, now, and it was probably one he’d wish he wasn’t awake for…
 
 
  The cheetah felt Noodles’s weak struggles in his throat, chuckling a bit around his mouthful as he continued to grope at the red panda’s shaft. His stomach had more or less been sated for some time, tricked into thinking it would receive a meal...which it would, eventually, but the cheetah planned to fully enjoy it, instead of just gulping it down quickly...which is partially why he started groping him. The cheetah continued slathering his tongue over the red panda’s body, taking slow, almost sensual gulps that barely moved the panda further into him. He intended on enjoying every part of Noodles...and it helped that the red panda had such a delectable taste! He wanted to taste everywhere, getting his tongue in every nook and cranny of Noodles’s body, feeling him wriggling inside every time that wet, rough muscle lazily dragged itself across the panda’s flesh and fur.
 
 
  Eventually, those slow gulps pulled Noodles in up to his chest, the cheetah’s lips pursed handsomely around the red panda’s midsection. The cheetah’s tongue wasted no time in exploring the newfound territory, licking and tasting at Noodles’s fur in every direction possible. The red panda inside of him was starting to wake up a little bit more now, but with his current situation, it was quite difficult for him to mount even the weakest of wiggles...to the cheetah, though, it didn’t matter much - every struggle and movement felt absolutely wonderful. Some even did his job for him, worming the red panda deeper into him...although he didn’t want his meal to slip away so quickly. The deeper Noodles got, the more the cheetah’s body would take over, treating the panda like just some other piece of food...which he was, at this point, but the cheetah wanted to keep his snack in his conscious control for as long as he possibly could.
 
 
  Noodles could hear some muffled “mmm….”s and other various noises echo around him from deep in the cheetah’s throat. He had been lodged in the tight chamber for almost unusually long...but he knew the cheetah was keeping here because he enjoyed his taste - he could feel and hear his satisfaction, the cheetah slathering him in his drool and saliva, taking in every part of his taste that he could. He wiggled and struggled initially, but quickly Noodles realized that it would only wear him out in the cheetah’s throat - there was slim to no chance of escape, at least not in the throat. The cheetah still had quite a bit of leverage on him consciously, with his control of his gulping (which he was clearly exercising, by taking so long…)
 
 
  Suddenly, though, the cheetah took a large, but still slow *glp*, Noodles finally shifting deeper at more than a snail’s pace, his waist now being pulled into the cheetah’s hot maw. At this point, the cheetah was now sitting down in the alley, leaning up against a building as he continued his meal...the sun was starting to go down, and especially under the cover of shadow that the alley offered, there was no chance his meal would be interrupted, so he planned to fully enjoy it...it became pretty clear to Noodles why the cheetah had moved him along, though. His crotch was now inside the cheetah’s mouth, and he was aware of this fact pretty quickly as he felt the tongue start to rub over it, giving Noodles a blowjob of sorts, although in the worst possible way! Nevertheless, it excited the red panda, causing Noodles to squirm more in the throat, though not fully of his own volition…
 
 
  The cheetah chuckled around his meal again as he felt it squirm, getting a good taste of Noodles’s junk. The tongue continued to get everywhere, rubbing along the shaft (which was slowly growing, although Noodles tried as hard as he could to stop it...he couldn’t deny that the stimulation felt fantastic), down to the base, and even teasing the red panda’s sac before going back up again. The groping he did earlier felt nice, but the cheetah knew this would really tease his meal, make Noodles writhe and squirm and blush and feel ashamed that he was doing all of that in his current predicament.
 
 
And, it was playing out just as the cheetah knew it would. He could practically feel Noodles blushing inside of him as his cock stiffened…he could feel the panda starting to thrust slightly as the idea of getting off wafted into his consciousness, but the cheetah knew the best part of this whole ordeal would be gulping Noodles down before he could even have release. As soon as he felt the red panda starting to thrust slightly, the cheetah gulped again, still slowly and sensually, but with clear intent of sending Noodles to his stomach for good. It pulled the panda’s waist into his throat, leaving most of Noodles’s body firmly lodged inside of it...except for his head, which was starting to push out into the cheetah’s stomach, giving it a nice, cute small bulge, which would grow greatly in due time.
 
 
  Compared to the relatively stable environment of the cheetah’s throat, Noodles found that the stomach was a lot more active, especially since it was getting a bit impatient for its meal. As soon as the cheetah’s powerful gulp pushed Noodles’s head into the stomach, the panda heard a loud grumble echoing around him...the stomach accepting its meal with gusto, its walls already undulating and churning out chyme for Noodles to stew around in…
 
 
  The cheetah rubbed at his gut as he felt Noodles’s head poke out, the red panda already starting to bulge his stomach out more as the rest of his body started slipping into the cheetah’s gut. He took a few more gulps, pulling Noodles deeper into his body at an increased pace. He felt the panda’s feet scrape past his tongue and down into his gullet, leaving only his long, noodly tail hanging out of the cheetah’s mouth, still quite limp, snaking its way down the cheetah’s chin and neck.
 
 
  He looked at it bemusedly for a few moments, the tail awkwardly flicking sometimes as Noodles struggled inside of the cheetah’s gut. He licked along the base of the tail a few times, before he pursed his lips a little bit, slurping up the tail like a big, furry spaghetti noodle! It was an interesting way for the cheetah to finish off his meal, feeling the last of the red panda’s body snake its way down to his gut, before the cheetah settled down against the wall, rubbing at his gut as it filled out with Noodles’s form.
 
 
  Most of the red panda had slid out into the stomach, even before the cheetah slurped up his tail. Noodles was still feeling quite disoriented and sore from what had transpired earlier, and being inside of the constantly undulating, moving, and loud stomach certainly wasn’t helping him get his bearings...worst of all, the panda was pretty much forced to curl up inside, with the limited stomach space, and no matter how he squirmed and moved about, he couldn’t get comfortable at all - there just wasn’t enough room inside…
 
 
  To the cheetah, though, the desperate squirms of Noodles’s vain attempt to get comfortable inside of his gut were just a sign of victory, of a job well done...the cheetah reclined, rubbing and teasing at his gut, before he felt something welling up inside of him…
 
 
*BUUUUuuuuuUURRRrrrpppp!…..*
 
 
“Aah, there we go...much better…” the cheetah moaned, feeling his stomach tighten around his meal a bit now that all the pesky air inside was freed. He was starting to feel a tad queasy from Noodles’s moving around inside, but that large belch took care of that. Now, he could be a tad more predatory.
 
 
  “Thanks for the help, dude…” he said, poking at his gut with one hand while he fished in his pockets with the other. He pulled out a set of keys, jangling them right in front of his gut, chuckling as he thought about Noodles’s response to this. “I skipped lunch today, so I needed that…”
 
 
  Noodles squirmed harder inside as he heard the teasing jangle of the keys coming from outside the stomach. He knew he’d been tricked already, but the fact that whatever was in the storm drain was a complete dupe, that this was completely a setup, not just the panda being taken advantage of...it angered him so much. But both him and the cheetah knew there was nothing he could do at this point, especially as the stomach tightened around him some more, now that there was little air in the stomach to keep the two apart...at this point, Noodles started to notice the heat of the gut, as well. It certainly wasn’t helping his headache, the panda’s head practically pounding, both from the initial blow he’d received, and now the environment around him, only exaggerating what he already felt…
 
 
  Not too long after, the panda felt his skin and fur starting to tingle a bit, too. It wasn’t exactly painful, more the pins and needles of an arm or leg falling asleep...except that feeling was slowly crawling up his body, like a macabre blanket of sorts. Noodles couldn’t really see inside of the stomach, but judging from the feeling, he thought he was starting to losing some fur as well...a rub over parts of his body confirmed this, parts of his fur digesting away and coming off to reveal the bare skin underneath...luckily for the red panda, the lack of air ensured he’d passed out before anything too painful came his way…
 
 
  The cheetah belched wetly again, as he felt Noodles’s squirms start to die down, inside. “You’ll make some great fat, I can already tell…” he teased, one last time, before hearing his gut start to gurgle and churn loudly, the hungry stomach getting to work on the meal inside. He belched a few more times, the newfound activity in his gut giving him a bit more gas as he started to get up, cradling his gut in one of his paws as he looked around the alley.
 
 
  He spotted the torn up shirt and pants that Noodles was wearing, still strewn about the alley. He couldn’t very well pick them up with the bulge in his midsection, so he just kicked them into a pile, leaving them in a corner of the alley. Someone would come along and dispose of them eventually…
 
 
  The cheetah made a vain attempt at tucking his gut underneath his shirt before walking out of the alley. It was mostly dark at this point; anyone that ended up questioning the gurgling, groaning bulge in his stomach would probably end up joining it if they got too suspicious...