[b][u]The Welcoming Committee[/b][/u]
 
The sun shone bright in the midday blue sky, it almost made the palm tree leaves glow as Freya passed under them. The pink wolf had been living on Awoo Island for as long as she could remember, what started as a vacation had turned into a new life for her. Who could leave such a beautiful paradise? Fresh fruits on the trees, cute little cottages and public art pieces. There was everything the wolf could ever ask for, everything that [i]any[/i] wolf could ever ask for.
 
She finally broke away from walking along the warm sand of the beach, already missing the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. She could see why Chief had made his home here, it must have been wonderful watching the sunset from his window as the ride rolled into the shore each night. She envied him, but at least he gave her plenty of chances to come and visit. With a smile on her muzzle and her wicker basket under her arm she knocked gently on the door.
 
No response. Freya perked her large ears, swivelling them like radar dishes to hear anything from inside the house. Was he listening to his rock music too loud again? No, that couldn’t be it; when he listened to his music he left his door and window open so the whole island could hear. She knew the wolf would never wear headphones either, if he hadn’t listened to her the first hundred times she yelled at him to use them, why start now? But if that wasn’t it, what was? Perhaps he had gone out somewhere? No, he would have left a note… the wolf’s yellow eyes narrowed in annoyance at the unmoving door. What on earth was going on?
 
Finally the door creaked open to reveal a face she had never seen before peering at her from behind the small safety chain holding it shut. A curl of blond hair, short muzzle, long whiskers and wide slit pupil eyes. Freya tilted her head in confusion at the sight of the young man. A Cat? What was a cat doing on Awoo Island?
 
“Can I help you?” He asked as he pushed up the thick-framed spectacles to the bridge of his muzzle. “I kind of have my paws full, so it’s going to have to be quick.”
 
“I wasn’t aware Chief had company this weekend, usually people have to run that sort of thing by me,” Freya crossed her arms across her chest as she looked him up and down. He was young and cute; around Chief’s age if she had to guess. The foxish wolf had never mentioned a boyfriend, though it would explain the pink sweaters he wore–
 
“Chief moved out, I’m living here now.” The cat cut off her thoughts and shut the door, only for the clink of the chain coming off its hold to reach Freya’s ears before she could yell at him for closing the door on her. The grey cat opened it again, allowing Freya to take in his slender form. He was dressed in a vest and a buttoned up shirt, and as she looked into the room she noticed several moving boxes behind him. He had already changed the wallpaper, there was no sign of Chief at all. She could barely even scent him anymore past the cat’s flowery deodorant. “I’m Raymond, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he introduced himself with a curt nod, moving to block her line of sight to the cottage behind him. “I suppose you could say I’m your new neighbour, if you’re in the next house over.”
 
“Chief’s gone?” Freya asked, ignoring everything else the cat said as the news set in. She was a little hurt that the wolf didn’t even say goodbye, his loud music had always been a nuisance but that didn’t mean they weren’t friends. He was still a wolf after all, part of the Awoo Island pack. And now he was replaced with this… this kitty boy. She tried not to growl as she looked down at him. “I see…” She stood up straight, her arms crossing under her chest. “Usually I’m informed if someone new is joining the island.”
 
“The Island Representative personally asked me to move here when I left my previous island,” Raymond replied, his hands resting behind his back as he looked around. “I actually viewed a few islands when I left Goodmeadow; I kept getting letters from different representatives asking me to move to their towns, offering to pay me to live there.”
 
“You had people who wanted to pay [i]you[/i] to live on their islands?” Freya gawked. Who was this cat and how had he become so popular? She racked her brain trying to think of every magazine cover she had read recently, but she was certain she had never seen the man before in her life.
 
“Yes, I’ve got quite a few fans around the world it seems, all who want me to grace their islands.” He waved his paw dramatically before tucking his ears back as though he had smelled something rotten in the ocean breeze. “To be honest, Awoo Island wasn’t my [i]first[/i] choice, but it has good Wi-Fi and at least I don’t have to put up with any strange clothing requests here, Crisp.” He shook his head with dismay, “you wouldn’t believe how many representatives enforce a maid dress policy–”
 
“Awoo Island is the perfect place to live, there’s no need to treat us like we’re second best!” Freya snapped at him, unable to hold back her growl as she advanced on the cat. He quickly backed away, shrinking in her shadow as she loomed over him. “You and I are going to the town hall to get this sorted out with Isabelle. Maybe we can still get Chief back.”
 
“I spoke to Chief and he said he was okay with moving out, so there’s not really anything to sort out.” Raymond said, the fur on his black tail puffing out in fright even as he returned to standing up straight and glaring defiantly back at her. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, but the Island Representative paid a lot of money to my previous Island Rep to have me move here.” He flicked his ears back as he stood up as tall as he could, his chest puffed out and his tail lashing behind him as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And from our brief conversation, I can see why Chief was so eager to leave. I’ve never met such an unwelcoming welcome committee.”
 
Freya’s heckles rose under her sweater, the growl in her throat rising faster than she could swallow it back down. She tried to maintain her composure, but it was hard when the cat pulled out his Nookphone and started texting. “Are we done here? I need to unpack my laptop and get back online before my 4 o’clock meeting.” He let out an exasperated sigh as he looked down at his phone screen, “and you only have 3G here, of course. I suppose I should have expected as much from a backwater 2-star island.”
 
The volcano in Freya’s head erupted, steam pouring from her ears as the feline insulted her precious island. She turned and stormed off, her large fluffy tail lashing in the air behind her. “Don’t be a stranger!” Raymond called after her, only to close the door before she could respond. Oh, she had no plans to be a stranger to that little blond and grey little twink! She was going to make the cat eat his words one way or the other!
 
She couldn’t think straight while she was growling though; after a quick glance around she pulled off her sweater and leapt into the ocean with a loud splash. Some time in the water would help her cool off, and then she could start planning her revenge… it was time to call a pack meeting.
 
 
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“I just don’t understand it,” The pink wolf huffed as she took another long sip of her vacation juice. She almost finished it all in a single gulp, though fortunately Audie was there to fill her glass back up as she laid back on her beach towel. “How could he choose that spoiled kitty boy over Chief?”
 
“I thought you hated Chief,” Whitney reminded her as she lounged back on the beach chair, making sure to keep her head under the umbrella. The white wolf smiled down at her, dressed in a blue bikini that matched her usual summer dress. “You were constantly complaining about him.”
 
“Uff da, I never meant a word of it,” Freya sighed as she sat back up. Audie sat next to her on the sand and wrapped her arm around her shoulders comfortingly while the older wolf rested against her. “I was bringing him an apology basket because of our last fight, and now he’s gone for good and I’ll never get to say I’m sorry.”
 
“Hey, it’s not like he’s dead, Foxtrot,” The orange wolf told her with a gentle nuzzle. The perky wolf smiled brightly, the purple sunglasses on her head flashing in the sunlight as she bounced on the sand. “Oh! You can send him a letter! I’ve got the PERF stationary for apologies, and I’m sure the Rep can tell you where he moved to.”
 
“The Rep is quite hard to find nowadays, rarely leaves his house and when he does it’s just to check the turnip prices.” Whitney said as she took a sip of her glass of rosé. She swivelled it briefly, admiring the way it sparkled in the sunlight before setting it down on the table by her side. “You’d be better off talking to Isabelle.”
 
“She says she can’t do anything unless the Island Rep tells her to,” Freya let out a huff of annoyance as she flopped back against the . “Uff da, I knew we should have shared the role and changed Reps every couple of months.”
 
“Well, we didn’t. And now we’re stuck with no leader and no means of getting Chief back.” Whitney told her firmly as she rested her arms behind her head and leaned back on them. “Which, I suppose in a sense means no rules either.”
 
“No rules?” Freya perked her ears as she looked up at Whitney.
 
“Oh yes, I’ve been in this situation before: The mayor leaves the town, and all the animals are left without leadership.” Whitney replied, her eyes closing as she started to smile as if reliving the memories. “There are ways to make room in the town for new animals to come, of course. Provided the island rep forgets who was living here when he eventually stops to check the roster.”
 
“Oooh, you’re getting all devious-y,” Audie giggled, her tail swishing excitingly behind her as she looked up at the lounging white wolf on the beach chair. “You’re thinking about ‘making room’ on Awoo Island?” She gave a playful wiggle of her hips as she leaned forward to listen to the older wolf talk.
 
Whitney let out a quiet chuckle, neither confirming nor denying the question. She stretched out across the beach chair and let out a yawn, her sharp white fangs in full display as her jaws stretched out, flecks of drool dripping from her teeth as her tongue curled to catch them. Freya stared up at her in disbelief; was she really implying what she thought she was implying? Her hand trailed down to her slender midsection, her usually covered midriff exposed by the bikini as she ran her fingers through her salt white fur. Freya’s heart stopped as she gave the hidden chub on her belly a squeeze… she [i]did[/i] mean it.
 
“I just think we should make it clear what kind of island little Raymond is living on now, wouldn’t want him to think he’s made the wrong choice by moving here, would we?” Whitney replied as her eyes opened to look at the other two. She was reading their reactions; Freya tried to not look too eager as she thought about how rude the cat had been when they first met. Whitney smiled, seeing through her poker face as she rolled over to face them both, her breasts squishing against each other as she leaned on them. “Fresh meat can bring new life to the island, but we have to be sure it’s [i]good meat[/i] too.”
 
“Good meat?” Freya repeated under her breath, her eyes drifting to Audie for her response. Maybe if the youngster replied first she could just piggyback on her agreement instead of making her own decision.
 
“I think I’m gonna pass on that, gotta keep my beach bod now that it’s Summer,” Audie stretched her arms over her head before hopping up onto her feet, accidentally spraying some sand over Freya as she did so. “But you still want to do it when Fall rolls around, hit me up and I’ll toats relocate him to Hipsville. The nerdy ones always squirm the hardest, and that kitty boy’s booty looked jui-cy~!” She gave a playful snap of her jaws and licked her lips, causing Whitney to chuckle at her determination. “It’s got me hungry for peaches! I’m gonna go see if I can find some.”
 
Freya glanced up at Audie in disbelief; her too?! She was starting to feel less and less like a true wolf. Just how many of the island’s residents had devoured other animals in the past? The perky young wolf gave a wave with her fingers and walked away, humming and bouncing along the sands with a skip in her step. Finally she was alone with Whitney, she turned to find the white wolf’s eyes locked onto her. “So, Freya?” she asked, a wry smile on her muzzle. “Do you want to show this cat what a 2-star island is capable of?”
 
The wolf stared up at her, her heart racing in her chest as her mind spun with the decision before her: Have the pompous cat eaten alive, or put up with him insulting her island until he moved out by himself? She took a long sip of her vacation juice to delay the response, finishing the glass and even swallowing a few ice cubes in the process. She put it back down on the sand and looked up at Freya. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to let him know what he’s in for if he chooses to stay, could it?” Freya replied coyly.
 
“Well,” Whitney winked as she finally got up, her hands resting on her stomach as it let out a hungry growl.”...it couldn’t hurt [i]us[/i].”
 
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The sun had almost finished disappearing beyond the horizon when the wolves returned to the seaside cottage. Whitney insisted on returning to her home to prepare for the plan, and had met up with Freya hours later wearing her usual blue dress and an expression of utmost gluttony. There was a hunger in her eyes the pink wolf had never seen before; in all their years of knowing the white wolf she could have never expected her to do what they were about to do.
 
Her eyes drifted to Whitney’s midsection; it seemed even thinner now that it was bound by her dress. She could hardly believe it was possible for any animal to fit another inside them, but with the way Audie had spoken it had to be true. Whitney smiled at her and patted her stomach as she noticed her looking. “Last chance to back out if you don’t want to do this, Frey. We can talk to the Island Representative and sit down with Isabelle.”
 
As Freya looked at the door she remembered Raymond’s mocking smirk. “No, we’re doing this. No one talks about my island that way and gets away with it.” Freya nodded affirmatively to the door, and Whitney rapped it gently with her knuckles.
 
The cat boy opened his door, his ears pinned back… though at least this time he had something to be grumpy about. He was dressed in a large black and white french maid dress, complete with feather duster. “Is… this a bad time?” Freya blinked as she took in his strange outfit. [i]’Don’t tell me you were trying to look even cuter…[/i]
 
“No, this is just what I wear now. The Island Representative dropped it off a little while ago,” The grey cat replied, tugging at the front of the skirt with embarrassment. “It seems like no matter where I go, I always have to wear one of these stupid things. I suppose fame has its price,” he sighed as he turned, his dress twirling as he stepped back into the cottage. He had done well with the redecorating; Chief’s grungy rock and roll bedroom suddenly looked like a modern work-from-home office. There was a printer, a safe and even a water cooler. The centrepiece of the room was the large ornate desk with a laptop sitting on it, as well as a Newton's Cradle that continued to click-clack back and forth. The computer chair behind it looked comfortable, but fairly heavy to move around, not to mention set up. [i]’Shame you’re about to put it all back in boxes,’[/i] Freya thought to herself with a smile.
 
“We’re sorry to intrude on you again, but Freya told me about you and I just had to meet you.” Whitney said as she stepped into the cat’s home, a grin crossing her long muzzle as she stepped around him. “She never mentioned anything about a dress though, very cute~ I’ll have to have you over sometime, I’ve got some shelves that need a good dust.”
 
“Y-yes, well… I have been known to do some part-time maid work too, outside of business hours,” The cat replied, the grey fur on his cheeks turning pink as he twisted the duster with both hands. For a moment Freya was ready to scold Whitney for complimenting him, but as she watched the white wolf’s eyes she noticed them scanning him up and down - She wasn’t ogling him, she was sizing him up.
 
“The dress really brings out your cuteness, dear. Nothing to be embarrassed about, you should definitely wear it wherever you go,” Whitney reassured him as she circled him once more, her hand picking up his tail before letting it swish free as she passed behind him again. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure; my name is Whitney, what’s yours?”
 
“Raymond,” The cat replied, his heterochromic eyes flicking from one wolf to the other. His ears and tail twitched nervously when Whitney finally stopped behind him, leaving Freya moving into the cottage and closing the door behind her. “What are you two doing here? What’s going on?”
 
“Think of it as part two of the welcoming committee visit from this morning,” Whitney replied before Freya could open her muzzle. It seemed like the white wolf had it under control, she just had to stand back and enjoy the show. “We thought we’d give you a big Awoo Island welcome by introducing you to some of our local customs; I’m sure you’ll find all our residents agree there’s no better experience on the island.” the wolf replied as she started to massage the younger man’s shoulders.
 
“Local customs?” Raymond repeated, his ears folding nervously as the wolf rubbed his shoulders. She leaned her muzzle close, breathing on his neck as she took a deep inhale. The cat let out a nervous mewl, his hands gripping onto the feather duster even tighter. “What are you two going to do to me?”
 
“I thought I’d show you what a two-star island can offer to a big name like you,” Freya replied as she reached over and tugged the duster out of Raymond’s hands, easily overpowering him with her larger size and body weight. She pointedly dropped it in the trash, a smug smile crossing her muzzle as she looked back at the nervous cat. “As for Whitney; she wants to show you her island-famous full body massage, designed specially for newcomers to welcome them into their new island paradise.” She winked, “By showing them how swelteringly hot it can get here~”
 
Raymond let out a nervous yell as the white wolf wrapped her arms around him, gradually sliding herself down his body until she disappeared under the back of his maid dress. The cat blushed, his hands moving to keep the front of the dress down as the wolf moved around under it. “Oooh, panties [i]and[/i] stockings too. You really are committed to your outfit, aren’t you Raymond~?”
 
“Y-you really don’t have to be under there, I can take it off if you’re going to give me a massage,” the cat replied, his blush deepening as Whitney moved around under his ruffled dress, the bulge of her ears and muzzle appearing and vanishing at different points. Suddenly she was lifting the cat off the ground, leaving him flailing his arms to stay upright. “A-aah! What are you doing now?! Put me down!” he shouted indignantly.
 
The cat got his wish as the wolf under his dress lowered him again, though from the looks on his face he regretted it immediately. Freya’s large ears perked at the strange sounds coming from under his black and white dress; steady, slimy gulps working their way up his ankles. “Wh-what on earth?” Raymond muttered, too stunned by surprised to move. At least Freya wasn’t the only one who had never witnessed this before. “Th-that’s so disgusting, are you… licking my feet?” he grimaced.
 
“Mmm-Glrrrk,” Whitney replied, causing the cat to let out a startled mewl as he gripped onto the nearby desk to keep himself upright. His dress lifted at the back as he turned, revealing just enough of Whitney for Freya to see the wolf was already nearing his shins. The wolf started to gulp in a repeated rhythm; [i] Gllrp, Gllrk, Grrrlk! Gllrp, Gllrk, Grrrlk! [/i] …at once Freya realised she was copying the clacks from the Newton's Cradle to keep her swallows steady, tugging down the cat a bit at a time under she was past the dress line again and steady encroaching on his thighs.
 
“Th-this is impossible, you can’t eat me!” The cat gasped as he gripped his fingers onto the desk. Whitney replied by bunching up the cat’s wide dress in her hands and stuffing it down her throat, revealing her jaws hugging tightly around his hips. The sight of the wolf’s slobbering maw gulping down the bow on the back of his dress left Raymond trying to crawl over the desk to pull himself free. “Y-you can’t be serious. Freya, do something!”
 
“”I think Whitney has this under control,” Freya replied, her arms crossing under her breasts as she watched her friend work. She hadn’t ever thought about how much bigger she was than the other wolves on the island, but now she finally knew why. She was packing the cat away like a piece of lemon meringue pie on a hot summer’s day. If this was how quickly she could eat someone like Raymond, how long would it take her to eat a larger mammal?
 
The cat managed to knock over the Newton’s Cradle along with a stack of papers on the desk before Whitney grabbed him by the wrists and plunged both his hands into her jaws, locking them firmly at his sides. Her blue dress was starting to bulge out at the front with all the weight the cat was adding to her belly, and as Freya looked closer she could see the bulge of his legs kicking nervously at the front of the wolf’s stomach. With the cat’s arms secure she began to roll her whole body with each swallow, her head thrusting back at the end of the motion to toss more and more of the male into her hungry maw. Freya had been worried losing the Cradle would break the older wolf’s rhythm, but she kept her timing by snapping her fingers and slapping the side of her ass.
 
“Wh-Whitney, please, look at yourself!” Raymond pleaded nervously, his upper body shivering as more and more of him disappeared into the Wolf’s jaws with each click of her fingers. Soon all that remained were his head and chest, the Wolf’s drool soaking into the white fabric on the front of his dress and leaving it sodden and damp. “W-What are you doing? Whitney, please stop!”
 
“Mmmhh… Ooowuuulp!” Whitney replied, her jaws yawning open to allow the cat to slip the rest of the way into her jaws. She closed her muzzle on the tips of his black ears, her tongue sloshing against the insides of her cheeks as she finally stopped to actually taste her prey. She held him in her throat for what felt to everyone in the cottage like the longest time, and then with two dainty fingers on the bulge of the cat’s face she pushed him down, sending him to her bulging gut with one last GLLRP!
 
The white wolf groaned as her throat was finally freed, her hands immediately wrapping around her belly to hold it upright. The cat was punching and kicking up a storm inside her, jostling her stomach left and right and leaving it letting out a series of sloshes and glorps as it tried to get a hold on the cat. Finally Whitney fell back on her ass, her legs spread as her belly spilled out from under her dress and filled the space between. She gestured urgently for Freya to come over, and the blushing wolf quickly moved to her side, dropping to her knees with her hands eagerly rubbing her gut.
 
Raymond let out a series of muffled yells that Freya couldn’t quite understand, though she thought she heard a ‘you can’t–’ and a ‘Do you know who I am?’ mixed in there somewhere. She rested her head against Whitney’s soft pillow-like belly, rubbing with both hands as her bushy tail swished excitedly through the air behind her. “Sorry, Maid Boy, but I don’t need your services. I think those hips of yours will look great on Whitney though~!”
 
“BWOORrrraahp!” Whitney let out a belch so gusty it blew the cat’s glasses up with it, leaving them bouncing off her belly and landing back against her breasts. She leaned back, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she panted in ecstasy, her own tail sweeping the dust from the floor of the cottage as it swished back and forth over the wooden floor.
 
The cats struggles began to slow down after the belch, between them the two wolves had managed to contract the stomach walls around him to give him just enough room to squirm but not enough to make any headway. “It sounds like you won’t be staying on Awoo Island, kitty boy. Not if you’re [i]melting[/i] under the heat like this~” Freya murred, her fingers digging into Whitney’s fat stomach to cause it to [i]grrrrrgggle[/i] around its occupant. “But cats have nine lives, right? I’ll leave you some brochures for other islands to consider when you reform~”
 
“In the meantime, I’d hate to keep such a plucky young entrepreneur from his work,” Whitney said, a devious smile crossing her muzzle as she heaved herself over towards the charging cable leaning up the side of the desk. She gave it a tug and the cat’s Nookphone immediately flew off, bouncing against her gut and hitting the cat inside on the head. It was only forty percent charged, but the wolf doubted he would even have time to use that. Her jaws opened and she slipped it into her maw, tossing her head back with a gulp. Her white fur did nothing to hide the blue glow of the screen as it pressed against the inside of her neck before disappearing behind her cleavage. Freya shuddered in delight at the act; she could have sworn she heard it buzz when it arrived in Whitney’s stomach.
 
“I think he’ll need his laptop too,” Freya encouraged her with an excited grin, and Whitney nodded in approval at the suggestion. The pink wolf stood up and unplugged the laptop, her eyes briefly checking the spreadsheets and charts on the screen before she closed it. Whitney already had her jaws open when she turned to face her, it seemed she wanted her to feed it to her directly. Freya slipped the side of the laptop into her jaws, watching as the power LED lit up the back of the wolf’s throat; causing it to glisten with the slick drool coating the walls.
 
The wolf took her first gulp, dragging the laptop halfway into her jaws in a single swallow. Freya quickly got her hands out of biting range and rested them either side of her as she leaned back on the desk, watching as Whitney continued to gulp down the expensive laptop a couple of inches at a time. Finally she tilted her head back, leaving the rectangular lump as it moved down her throat towards its owner. With a sigh of satisfaction Whitney lowered her head again, her tongue running across her lips as it slipped the rest of the way in. “Excellent idea, Freya. I’m sure he’s going to be [i]very[/i] busy in there,” she grinned, picking grey fur out of her teeth with one hand while the other patted her swollen belly.
 
“Sorry, let me get back to helping you with that,” Freya said as she knelt back down at Whitney’s side, her hands massaging through white fat and fur as she let them wander over the bulges of the cat, his phone and his laptop. She leaned in to listen to the sounds coming from inside; the cat’s nervous whimpers barely audible over the digestive gurgles of the active stomach around him. “Maybe we should have turned the phone and laptop into item leaves before you ate them,” she said as she glanced up at the wolf. “Are you going to be able to handle them?”
 
“It wouldn’t be the first time, you know how these young people are with their gadgets.” Whitney replied as she stretched her arms over her head, leaving her back popping as she picked up Raymond’s soaking wet glasses and used the frame to pick some blond hair out of her teeth. “It seems a shame for him to leave, truth be told. I quite enjoyed having him for dinner.”
 
“You think we should keep him around as food?” Freya asked, her ears perking at the suggestion. The pink wolf shook her head as she rubbed her belly, “I’m sure you and Audie would agree to that, but I’d still have to put up with his whining and complaining. I’ve never eaten another animal before, I’d probably choke if I tried.”
 
“Perhaps at first, but you’ll improve with practice,” Whitney reassured her as she cupped Freya’s chin in her hand, a warm smile crossing over her muzzle. “I see the makings of a great predator in you, Freya. But in order to get there you’ll need…” she gave her stomach a suggestive squeeze, causing the cat inside it to stir. “...experience.”
 
“I suppose I could use someone to practice on,” Freya admitted begrudgingly. She still didn’t like the idea of a cat staying on Awoo Island, but at least now he would have a reason to be there other than drawing the Island Rep’s attention off of the other villagers. She returned to stroking the wolf’s gut, feeling the bulges of the prissy feline gradually becoming less and less distinct. It would be a long time before Whitney’s body absorbed him though, her eyes drifted around for something to pass the time until then. “...do you think you could start teaching me to stretch my jaw using things in this room?” she asked.
 
Whitney let out an inquisitive ‘hmm’ as she looked around, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she gestured vaguely over her shoulder. “Start with the water cooler. See how much you can drink before stopping…”
 
“...and if you manage it all, I’ll let you eat the jug.”
 
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The two wolves spent the rest of the evening ‘training’ in the cottage. Perhaps it had been a mistake to eat the clock so early in their practice; they completely lost track of time and decided to simply rest there for the night. Freya woke up and covered her mouth, belching into the palm of her hand. The apartment was a lot emptier now that half its contents had been reduced to soup in the wolves’ bellies.
 
“I think we must have overslept,” Whitney’s voice came from just out of the pink wolf’s field of vision. She stepped into view, or rather her widely expanded hillside of an ass did. How could such a little cat add so much mass? It was pushing up the wolf’s dress so much it looked like she was wearing a shirt instead! “See? There’s a full moon in the sky~” the older wolf teased her, her left hand smacking her cheeks and leaving both wobbling and bouncing as the extra weight tried to steady itself. “A very big, very white, very full moon~”
 
“Awoo,” Freya mumbled, glad her pink fur would cover how much she was blushing from the sight of the wolf standing over her. Whitney sat down on her muzzle with a pleasant sigh before laying forward against her, allowing the newly added fat on her body to smother the smaller wolf. Freya hadn’t managed to get a look at her breasts, but if the wide rear was anything to go by Whitney had definitely lost her ‘beach body’, for better or for worse.
 
The wolf certainly didn’t seem to mind as she hummed to herself, her hands wrapping playfully around Freya’s paws as her breasts squeezed the pink wolf’s legs together. “Impressive, isn’t it? That cat certainly lived up to his reputation. It’s no wonder the island representative wanted such a cute boy toy to move here. Just think how much he’s going to pack onto all us single ladies~” Whitney teased her with a shake of her glutes, causing them to wobble against the wolf’s face as she allowed more of her ass to sink over her muzzle.
 
“Well, he won’t be hogging all the attention anymore…” she smiled as she squeezed Freya’s toe beans gently, her tail curling to press down against the curves the cat had given her before swishing her tail high and free. It draped over her shoulder like a scarf as she continued, “I’d say we’ve made the village a better place. What do you think, Freya?”
 
The pink wolf couldn’t answer if she wanted to; the hefty snow white ass was pinning her snout shut with its weight alone. She finally replied with a little pleasured ‘mmph’ and a squirm. It had been enough for Raymond to communicate with them last night, surely the wolf would understand her if she did it too. Whitney chuckled to herself and nodded, twirling the fluffy tip of her tail around her finger.
 
“I couldn’t agree more.” She murred delightfully, her hips wiggling to ‘nuzzle’ the wolf trapped between her buns and thighs. “Now, ten more minutes of this and we’ll get up to see if Raymond’s back. Then we can get started on your first real day of training…”
 
The End.