[b][u]The Bully and the Belly Lover[/u]/b/]
 
Tybalt felt a little embarrassed as he stood outside the front door, his hands on the straps of his backpack. He was dressed in a white button shirt, black trousers and a blazer with a University of N.O.M Campus patch on the breast. The cat never thought he’d get the courage to wear something like that out in the open, but Kisa had made it clear to him to dress for the part tonight. [i]’College-y clothes,’[/i] she had texted him. [i]’Dorky school stuff. And tighty-whities if you’ve got any. <3’[/i]
 
He didn’t, but it was nothing that next day delivery couldn’t fix. The cat glanced down at his crotch, his cheeks hot under his white fur. He had been wearing boxers for so long he forgot how snug briefs could be, and the way the fabric of his pants brushed against his thighs reminded him of how exposed they were. He was almost more excited for Kisa’s part in the trade than his own, but his mind raced as he imagined how she would play it. Could she really play a predator?
 
A few clicks of locks and the door opened, revealing the cheetah herself, dressed in a short plaid school skirt, a white mostly unbuttoned top, and a smile that said ‘I eat nerds’. “Oh good, my food’s here,” she winked at him before stepping aside to allow him in, her free hand resting on her hip. “Get inside, it’s freezing out, and I hate it when my dinner gets cold.”
 
“A-are we starting right away?” Tybalt blushed as he stepped through the door, leaning forward to try to cover the tent growing in his pants with his blazer. Ten seconds in and Kisa had already done more than enough for her side of the bargain.
 
He still couldn’t believe his luck. They had discussed it months ago in a series of drunken texts; Kisa knew he was into vore, and offered to roleplay out teasing and eating him if he agreed to play the nerd in her bully fantasies. It was sort of like a ‘kink exchange’, though Tybalt wondered if Kisa would get any enjoyment out of her part. The two felines had been talking a lot since then, shooting back and forth teases and ideas about what they’d do if they ever followed through on their plan. It had seemed like a distant ‘what if’ fantasy, until one day Kisa just sent the word ‘Friday?’. It had been the longest week of Tybalt’s life… and the moment had finally arrived; standing in her doorway, staring at the cheetah girl who would be his ‘predator’ for the evening.
 
“We can take it slower if you want. I’ve just been waiting to use that line on you all week, it wouldn’t have been as good if I had let you get settled first.” The cheetah replied as she leaned back against the wall, her arms crossed under her breasts. She looked into the lounge area, her pierced ears tucking sheepishly as her tail twitched in agitation. “Sorry my place is kind of a dump, I was going to clean but…”
 
“It looks fine to me,” Tybalt replied as he took a quick glimpse around the house. Ahead of him were the stairs leading up to the bathroom and Kisa’s room, and at the back he could see the door that led to the kitchen beyond the lounge area. There were framed band posters on the wall, an electric guitar in the corner and a few beanbags and games consoles huddled around a big wall-mounted television. It was a small place, but the cheetah had made it her own. As he breathed in he caught a hint of weed, though it seemed impolite to mention it. “Really, you don’t have anything to worry about, my apartment is pretty untidy anyway.”
 
“So anyway, N.O.M, huh?” Kisa chuckled as she tapped her claw against the patch on his chest. “Heh, you certainly are. But what’s that supposed to mean? ‘Nerd of Maws’? ‘Now Ordering Munchies’?” She teased.
 
“I think it was New Oxford Mewniversity,” The cat smiled sheepishly back at her as he tugged the lapel of his blazer back to check it for himself. “I bought it so long ago I can’t really remember, it’s from a webcomic. I thought it was subtle enough to wear in public though.”
 
“A Voooooooore webcomic?” The cheetah teased him, leaning forward as she stared into the cat’s blue eyes with her own sultry green ones. Tybalt blushed and looked away, even as Kisa wiggled her hips to try to draw his attention back to her. “We could always roleplay that instead if you want, so long as I get a chance to bully you I’m down for whatever.”
 
“No, that’s okay, what we’ve come up with is fine,” Tybalt replied as he scratched the back of his neck. It would take too long to explain the plot in a way that didn’t sound silly from an outsider perspective anyway, telling her about the arc featuring time travel stomachs alone would probably kill the mood. The cat ducked his head to avoid her gaze, his eyes on his feet. “I um, I just want to say thanks again for doing this. I know vore isn’t really your thing.” [i]’...even though you’re surprisingly good at it.’[/i] the cat added in his head, his tail tip twitching in excitement as he tucked it against the back of his legs.
 
“It’s the least I could do after the hard time I gave you at the escape room,” Kisa replied sincerely, only to snicker at her accidental pun. “Pfft, literally now that I think about it. You were boned UP in that dragon belly.” She laughed as she slapped him on the back.
 
“It’s not my fault they made the maw so detailed, not to mention all the teasing.” Tybalt defended himself, though he knew he didn’t have much of a case. The cheetah’s words had already gotten him hard again, though she turned away without drawing attention to it. He reached down and adjusted himself with one hand. “S-so, [i]did[/i] you just want to jump right into this? We could just relax and order food first if you wanted.”
 
“Nah, if I keep my stomach empty it’ll be a lot noisier,” Kisa replied as she rested her hands behind her head and stretched, her back arching to push her flat stomach out ahead of her, and her butt towards Tybalt’s face behind her. She looked over her shoulder, a teasing purr lifting up her throat as she stared seductively at him. “Who knows… maybe I’ll be hungry enough to actually eat you…” she purred, her tongue running along her fangs. “...wouldn’t [i]that[/i] be a treat?”
 
“H-hAHAa yeahhh…” Tybalt’s voice cracked as he laughed, his fur standing on end at the predatory look she was giving him. His heart pounded in his chest… he knew it was just teasing, but [i]what[/i] a tease. Kisa was unfairly good at being a predator for someone who wasn’t even into the kink. Her prey sufficiently flustered the cheetah turned and made her way up the stairs, her tail reaching out behind her to playfully brush along Tybalt’s cheek, drawing him upwards into the darkness that awaited him at the top.
 
They had discussed in their texts leading up to the night how this would play out. Beyond the threshold of her bedroom door, their fantasy would take over. Tybalt and Kisa would be students in the same class; with Tybalt being the smart student who had good grades and Kisa being the bad girl flunk out who regularly humiliated him, but he had a secret crush on. From the backstory they had planned she had already eaten other students in the past, so he knew she was serious whenever she threatened to eat him if he didn’t do her homework for her. They had decided the bedroom would act as the school hallway, where they would first meet to begin their session.
 
Kisa stopped before she entered her bedroom and looked over her shoulder as if to check one last time he really wanted to go through with this. Tybalt nodded silently, and the cheetah pushed open the door, letting the warmth of the cluttered bedroom out as she stepped into it. “You better have brought my homework this time, dork.” she began, her posture changing immediately as she passed the doorway. “Because if not, you’re [i]breakfast.[/i],“ she licked her lips. “You’re looking awfully mousey today, Tybalt, perfect for a morning snack~” Her jaws parted wider as she stepped towards him, letting out a huff in his face.
 
“N-no need to eat me! I-I’ve got it all right here,” Tybalt replied as he took his backpack off and unzipped it. He finally took out a stack of blank ruled white pages and handed them to the cheetah, just as they had discussed. “H-here it is, it should be enough to get you a good grade. A-and keep me from um… g-getting eaten.” …it felt weird to say it out loud, though Kisa gave him an encouraging smile before slipping back into character as she took the pages.
 
“What the fuck, Tybalt?” She flipped the pages over. “These are blank! Are you [i]trying[/i] to be cheetah hips? Where’s the homework you promised me?”
 
“Wh-what? No, it’s the homework,” Tybalt replied, his heart stopping in a strange panic. Was he supposed to have written something on them? He could have sworn Kisa told him to bring blank paper. “S-see…?” he pointed to a blank spot on the page as he tried to get back into the scene. “I-it says right there, Kisa C. - Predator Studies 101.”
 
“These are blank, you dork. You must’ve left my homework at home.” The cheetah growled, refusing to play along with the cat’s attempts at salvaging the roleplay. “Whatever, I guess you’re just going to have to do it all again.” She made her way to the desk at the back of the room and cleared some space with her hand before slapping the papers down on it. “You’re going to write my essay in front of me, and then I’m gonna tell you if it’s good enough to get an A.” she looked over her shoulder, a mischievous grin across her muzzle as her hand trailed her slender stomach. “...I’m sure you know what happens if it’s not good enough.”
 
“I-I’m sure I do,” Tybalt gulped, one hand moving to cover the tenting crotch of his pants. So that was her plan: making him think he just needed to bring a prop and surprising him with ‘homework’… it had certainly got the cat’s heart rate up, among other things. The white cat shuffled over to the desk and sat down on the chair as Kisa pulled it out for him, only to tuck it against the desk. He picked up a sparkly glitter pen and leaned forward to write, only to feel the warm weight of the cheetah’s breasts resting on the back of his head. “U-uum… What was the essay about?”
 
“ ‘Why should I be allowed to eat Tybalt Silvercat?’ ” Kisa purred, her arms wrapping around the smaller cat possessively as her stomach let out a well-timed. [i]’Grrrrrrrrrnngggg..’[/i] The cheetah couldn’t help but laugh at the timing, but she quickly regained her composure as she reached down and wrapped her hand around the one he was using to hold the pen, her tits cushioning the back of his neck. “You’re going to write why it’s okay for me to eat you, and the benefits of eating you. And then I’m going to read it back and make sure you made a compelling argument.” She lowered her muzzle to his ear, “Not that I need much convincing~” she whispered, her voice melting into a purr.
 
Tybalt froze in place - His heart racing, his fur fluffed out, his cock dripping pre into his tight white underwear as it pressed firmly to the underside of the desk. How had he never thought about this exact scenario before? …and more importantly, how long had Kisa been thinking about this moment. The pen shook in his hands, the grape scent wafting from the ink as the tip touched the page, leaving behind a glittery purple dot as he lifted it away. “Don’t keep me waiting, kitty. Write.” Kisa purred, “Unless of course… you [i]don’t[/i] think I should be allowed to eat you?”
 
His mind swirled with thoughts - How much was he allowed to say? What specifically did Kisa know about his vore kinks? Could he mention digestion? Weight gain? …’what came after’? Should the report be more sexually explicit, or would that be too weird? Maybe he needed to think if from her point of view instead, why would [i]she[/i] want to eat [i]him–[/i]
 
“Tybs. Don’t jizz, write. Class is starting soon.” Kisa prompted him, her hand playfully scratching behind one of his ears. “Whatever comes into your head. I’m sure it’s all grade A stuff,” she reassured him. Tybalt’s shoulders relaxed, a quiet purr rumbling through him as he leaned back against the warmth of her breasts for a moment. Whatever he wrote would be fine; she would accept him for who he was. He lifted his pen to the top and wrote the title: ‘Why I Should Be Allowed to Eat Tybalt Silvercat.’
 
The cat wrote in silence, other than a constant rumbling purr that Kisa seemed to delight in teasing out of him whenever he stopped. His penmanship was chicken scratch and the sparkly glitter pen wasn’t helping, but before he knew it he had a paragraph, and then two. Before long he had to flip the page over to keep going. The cheetah chuckled in amusement behind him, quiet ‘Oh wow~’s and ‘Mmhm’s of agreement as she read each line as he finished it, always a few sentences behind. Her stomach let out a groan in his ears and she let out a stifled belch. “Urrph.. Mmmh, sorry. Guy from math class…” she explained, scratching her belly before returning her arms to wrap around the cat’s upper body. “I think you’ve probably done enough though. Time for your grade, kitty boy.”
 
Tybalt blushed as he put the pen down and Kisa pulled his chair away from the desk, revealing the huge erection he had been hiding underneath it. No amount of work could hide how hard he was now; he could practically picture the huge pre stains blotting the front of his underwear underneath. Kisa reached over and took the report from the table before gesturing to the bed. The cat moved over to it, and the cheetah immediately pushed back onto his back before taking her own seat directly on his face. “Ookay, let’s see what we’ve got here…” she purred as she grinded her curvaceous rump against Tybalt’s face, leaving his glasses digging into the bridge of his nose. She was careful not to apply too much pressure and give him space to breathe though… after all, she wanted him to hear her thoughts.
 
“Tybalt is a cute kitty boy in my class, and I think he’d be an excellent choice for prey. He’s cute and delicious, and would easily fit in my stomach if he curled into a ball. How such a small cat has gone uneaten at this school for so long is nothing short of a miracle.” Kisa read the opening aloud, her legs parting as she sat back further on his face to get comfortable as she moved to the next part. “I know he wants it too, because I keep seeing him staring at my ass in class, and every time I yawn he pops a boner. I swear, I belched in his face once and he came right in the middle of a lecture.” The cheetah scoffed in amusement, her tail curling up as she looked past the curve of her rear down at the cat beneath her. “Is that actually true?”
 
“Mmmhhff,” Tybalt let out a needy whine. Kisa chuckled and wiggled her rear against him before returning to reading the glittery font.
 
“Other than being a total gut slut; Tybalt is weak and wouldn’t put up much of a fight if I ate his nerdy ass. If he squirmed at all in my stomach, it would be because he was busy jerking off, not because he was trying to escape.” The cheetah nodded to herself as she kept reading. “But on top of being easy prey, and looking and tasting delicious…” Kisa paused for a moment, her body suddenly tense. “...Tybalt is a pathetic loser and no one would miss him if he was gone. He could disappear and no one would even notice or care,” she finished quickly in a mumble before folding the paper in half.
 
All at once the cheetah stopped - beyond that, the [i]scene[/i] stopped. She finally put the letter to one side and sat in silent contemplation. Tybalt felt like someone had just hit pause on his whole life. Kisa lifted herself off his face and sat next to him, her ears back and pain in her eyes. “Dude… you don’t really think that’s true, do you?” she asked, no hint of teasing in her voice. “Of course we’d miss you. And you’re not pathetic or a loser, you’re one of the nicest guys I know.”
 
“N-no, I’m sorry, I just thought it would be good for the scene.” Tybalt stared up at her, his eyes wide as he propped his elbows under him. “I don’t really think any of that about myself, Kisa, I just thought, since you were playing a bully…”
 
“Please don’t say that about yourself, okay?” Kisa replied as she ran a hand soothingly through his dark brown hair. “You’re a great person, and a good friend. Even if it’s just kink talk, I don’t want you to ever put yourself down like this again.” She shook the folded up paper at him, “You shouldn’t be saying that shit about yourself or it’ll get into your head. If you ever [i]actually[/i] feel this way you need to talk to me, or Shay or Pres, and we’ll set you straight..”
 
“I’m really sorry,” Tybalt tucked his ears back as he stared up at her. “I didn’t mean to make things awkward with that stuff. And I don’t feel that way, I promise.” He shuffled uncomfortably on the cheetah’s bedsheets, his ears folding limply either side of his head. “I understand if you don’t want to get back into it, but I still had a great time. I’m sorry I ruined it.”
 
“You didn’t ruin it… it was just a bad first draft,” Kisa replied as she looked at the markings of the purple ink coming from inside the folded up essay. Her smile returned, her posture changing as she slowly went back into character. “But this [i]isn’t[/i] going to get me an A. The only parts of this report are how delicious and cute you are, and we’re supposed to only be writing stuff that’s true.” The cheetah stared down at him with a predatory grin, “Which I guess makes you lunch~”
 
“L-Lunch..?” Tybalt blushed as the big cat’s eyes fell on him, his boner returning with a vengeance as he laid prone against the bed, still sweating from her sitting on his face. Her eyes scanned his body as she licked his lips, as if measuring him against the capacity of her stomach. His cock throbbed as she leaned closer and unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of his belt loops and tossing it behind her. “C-Couldn’t I try writing another essay? I’ll do better this time.”
 
“Nah, you’re done writing homework for me, kitty. You [i]really[/i] convinced me to eat you,” Kisa purred, her warm breath running over his whiskers as she leaned into his face. “Shame I’ve got class for the next couple of hours though. I guess I’ll just have to keep you in my locker until then. I’ll just be taking these to make sure you don’t make a run for it~” she teased as she tugged Tybalt’s pants down, exposing his tight white underwear and allowing his cock to bounce free and stand at full mast.
 
The cat squirmed against the bed, pretending to escape but actually helping the cheetah towards her goal of undressing him. Finally his slacks bunched around his ankles and he was able to kick them off, bottomless other than for the skimpy white underwear. Kisa let out a drooling “MmmmMhh~” as she licked her lips, roughly rolling the smaller cat over onto his front. Her hand wrapped around the waistband of his underwear and lifted it up, forcing him into his first wedgie since childhood. “Not bad, look at all that kitty booty~ you’re going to make me so full, Tybalt~”
 
“Mmrew, no~!” Tybalt mewled, his face hot with embarrassment as the cheetah’s free hand explored his asscheeks, digging into the white fur. He squirmed again to ‘escape’, but a quick swat on the backside halted his attempts. His hands moved to his crotch, trying to alleviate some of the pressure from the wedgie as the back of his underwear dug between his cheeks like a thong.
 
“Mmm, yep~ this is definitely going to be my best lunch ever. I’ve been waiting to do this for a loooong time.” Kisa purred gluttonously as she leaned in and delivered a playful bite to the cat’s backside, her fangs digging in just enough to make him mewl and squirm again. He could feel the mark it left when she moved her mouth away, but a quick [i]Smmk![/i] of the cheetah’s hand made it sting even more. “Damn, when did nerds get so caked up? Heh, well I guess all those D&D night snacks have to go somewhere.” The cheetah teased him before dragging him backwards towards the edge of the bed by his underwear. “Come on, Tybs, time to go back in the closet~” she purred. “Or in this case, the locker.”
 
As soon as his paws touched the floor at the foot of the bed Kisa spun him around and pinned him against her closet door, leaving it rattling as he was pushed against its smooth surface. She reached back and grabbed his belt, using it to bind his hands behind his back before looping his underwear around it to keep it riding high. She tugged it firmly upwards, leaving Tybalt moaning out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she demonstrated what moving his arms would do to his backside. “Mmmh, squirmy nerd~” she drooled, her tongue running over his ear as she drank in his humiliation like cola.
 
She let out another hungry purr, her tongue running over her fangs as she groped his butt as if she was deciding whether she had enough time to wolf him down before class, but she thought better of it and opened the closet instead, revealing the small space Tybalt would be curled up in for the next part of their session. “Hope you’re okay with tight spaces, because my stomach’s going to be a lot smaller than this locker.” She teased him in a breathy whisper in his ear, her free hand tugging at his tail.
 
“Mmmhh, K-Kisa~” Tybalt whined, his ears tucking back as she moved him inside, leaving him sitting on a cardboard box inside the closet. Kisa peered in and quickly glanced over him to make sure he was comfortable before licking her lips and turning back towards her desk. She opened the top drawer and took out a long pink massage wand. The cat blushed at the sight of it as she came closer, shaking it playfully at him before lowering it to the bulge in his underwear. “R-Really..?” he gulped, his cock twitching in anticipation as she ran its smooth surface along its underside.
 
“Wouldn’t want you to get bored in here, all alone with no maws or bellies to look at~” Kisa purred as she shoved the head of the wand into the tight front of his underwear, leaving it pressing against the underside of his dick. She twisted the end and it immediately started rumbling, leaving Tybalt squirming and letting out stifled moans and whimpers. “Oh man, that’s going to get pretty loud, isn’t it? Someone might come and rescue you, or eat you themselves.” The cheetah tapped her chin thoughtfully as she watched the cat moan and squirm, barely able to catch his breath for a second before another buzz left him meowing for more. “I guess I’ll need to gag you too.”
 
“A-aaah~” Tybalt moaned, his brain too foggy from the pleasurable vibrations against his member to formulate a response. The cheetah reached under her skirt and casually took off her black panties, spreading them out to reveal the skull and crossbones graphic on the crotch. With a smile she slipped them over the cat’s muzzle and tucked the leg holes over his ears, leaving him wearing it like a mask with his nose wedged deep into their crotch. “Mmmhhh~” he let out a muffled mewl.
 
“Deep breathes, nerd. It’s the closest you’re ever going to get to losing your virginity,” Kisa teased as she leaned forward, her hands squeezing her breasts. “Mmm, but don’t worry. You’re going to get [i]a lot[/i] closer to me than most guys do. You can tell all your prey friends you got inside a girl~” She winked at him as she leaned back, her hand resting on the closet door. “See you at lunch.”
 
She pulled it shut, leaving Tybalt shrouded in darkness with nothing but the buzzing of the vibrator and the musky smell of her underwear to focus on. For a moment the cat sat in silence, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the fantasy, his cock oozing pre from all the stimulation he was getting. He wiggled his hands behind the back; Kisa had made sure to leave him with enough room to get free if he needed to, but he was more than happy to pretend the belt was inescapably tight. As he struggled, the part of his underwear tied to it rode up his crack, wedgie-ing himself and forcing the massage wand to press harder against his sack. “Mmmhh!” he moaned, drinking in the scent of the cheetah’s panties.
 
“Hey Sandy, you’ll never guess who I’ve got in my locker,” Kisa began, speaking loud enough for the cat to hear her through the closet door. “He’s small and cute, and he’ll make a great addition to the cheerleader team as cheetah hips. Don’t worry, he won’t add [i]too[/i] much weight to the pyramid, but I’m going to need all the team’s help to rub my belly when he’s in there..”
 
Tybalt shivered at the teasing, his cock throbbing as his ears perked for more. Kisa walked back and forth in front of the closet, passing it over and over as if time were passing through the day. Occasionally she would stop and lean against the locker to have a conversation or take a phone call, or just to tease him.
 
“Hey Brad, looking forward to our date this weekend. I’m going to have some huge tits for you, courtesy of that dork Silvercat,” Kisa purred as she leaned against the closet door. “Mmm, he’s gonna make them nice and bouncy for you. I hope you don’t get jealous of another guy being so close to me~”
 
Five minutes…
 
“Hey Maddison, guess who won our little bet? I’ve got Tybalt in my locker, and as soon as lunch comes around he’s gonna be ass fat,” Kisa gave her ass a smack so hard Tybalt almost felt it himself. “Better luck next time, skinny ass bitch. I’m [i]always[/i] going to eat your prey before you do, especially if they’re nerds.”
 
Ten minutes…
 
“Ugh, Mr Burlyle’s class sucked. I can’t believe Tybalt’s essay only got me a D, and that was after I added all that stuff about how tasty he is.” The cheetah’s tail lashed against the closet door before she banged it a few times with her first. “ ‘D’ means ‘digested’, you dork!” She snarled in mock anger before storming off.
 
Fifteen minutes…
 
“Mmmhh, I’m so hungry…” Kisa whined, her slender belly pressing on the closet door. Even with the rumbling vibrator wand in his underwear, Tybalt could hear her stomach calling out to him, groaning hungrily as her fingers slid down the flat surface of the door. “Mmhh, just gotta make it another half hour… then I’m finally gonna get to eat you, Silvercat. It’s going to be [i]so[/i] worth it…” She drooled, her tongue slurping loud enough to make the cat’s fur stand on end. As his ears strained he could hear the quiet ‘shllk, shllk, shllk’ of the cheetah touching herself, giving him a clear mental image of her pressing herself against the closet door, one hand between her legs as she whispered to him. “...half an hour and you’re toast. Better cum while you still can, dork.”
 
Kisa walked away from the closet again, and as Tybalt perked his ears he could hear her stepping out of the bedroom. His focus returned to the cum-stained front of his underwear, leaving him blushing through his fur as the vibrator started to buzz in shorter bursts before finally stopping all together. The cat was left in total silence and darkness, his panting and muffled moans echoing off the wooden walls around him. Surely another 5 minutes had passed by now? Shouldn’t she have come back..?
 
Ten minutes passed before the door finally opened again, blinding the cat with the light of the outside world momentarily. Kisa stood silhouetted before him, one hand on either side of the closet door as she loomed over him. As his eyes adjusted he could see she was now wearing an oversized sweater instead of her punky school outfit. Her emerald eyes glowed with predatory determination, and her tongue ran over her lips. “Lunch time, kitty boy,” her voice dropped to a sultry purr as she reached down and took her vibrator wand back. She chuckled as she saw the line of jizz between the tip of the wand and the sodden crotch of the cat’s tight white underwear. “I guess I must’ve set the vibrator a little high… what part did you get off to?” she asked, taking her underwear off his face so he could answer.
 
“I-it was all so much, I can’t really remember,” Tybalt admitted bashfully, the cool clean air of the room waking him up slightly now that his muzzle wasn’t obstructed by the perfume scent of her skull and crossbone panties. “I-I think it was that part about your boyfriend though…”
 
“Thanks again for helping me get ready for my date. I can’t wait to go bra shopping with you,” Kisa purred as her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them. The oversized sweater didn’t do much to make them stand out, but Tybalt could still picture them underneath… and how much bigger they’d be if he was added to them. The cheetah leaned forward, her tail swaying hypnotically behind her as she stared into his eyes, quietly admiring him for a second. She reached up and plucked the glasses off his face before turning them around to pick her teeth with the frame. “These’ll be useful, and something nice to remember you by.”
 
It was a move so many of the predators in Tybalt’s fantasies had pulled off, but he never thought he’d see it in real life. Kisa folded them and slipped them into her cleavage before squeezing her breasts snuggly against them. She leaned forward again and gave his muzzle a long slurp between his eyes, all the way from his nose up his forehead. “Mmmh… tasty kitty~” The cheetah licked her lips before gripping the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as she opened his maw in front of him and gave him a good look at her tongue dark throat. “Guess I’d better start eating for classes start again. I’d hate to have to leave you in here until [i]dinner.[/i]”
 
“Kisa…” Tybalt moaned, his eyes lidding blissfully as he felt her warm breath against his face. She had played her part so perfectly for a moment he thought she’d actually be able to eat him. Regardless of how she decided to end their session together, the fantasy would stay with him for weeks to come. The cheetah smiled and gave him a wink, her jaws parting wider and wider as she brought his muzzle towards her own. At the last second she lifted up her sweater and shoved him under it, letting out a playful ‘Guuuulllp~’ as she did so. Tybalt suddenly found himself pressed up against her naked spotted fur, her breasts resting on his head as the sweater came down behind him. “Mmmph!”
 
“Mmmmh, Tybalt. You tasted even better than I thought~” Kisa purred, her hands rubbing over the squirming bulge the cat made under her sweater. His feet and tail were still sticking out from under it, but the cat appreciated her effort. She gently guided him out of the closet, her arms wrapping around him to keep him moving in step with her until they reached the bed again. She sat back against it and guided his legs to curl up against his chest, leaving him sitting in her lap in the cramped confines of her sweater. “Hfff, you’ve made me so full. Everyone’s going to know [i]exactly[/i] who’s in my belly…” she purred gluttonously, “and since your essay was so convincing, everyone’s agreed that I should be allowed to eat you, so I’m not even going to get punished~”
 
“Y-you don’t say,” Tybalt blushed, curling up tighter as he heard the sweater straining to hold him without tearing. He ended up with his ear pressed to her belly, listening to the hungry groans coming from within and imagining them happening all around him. It was a much better simulation than the ones he had found online, and the more Kisa rubbed her ‘belly’ the more flustered he became. “Mmh, y-you’re going to digest me then?”
 
“Mmmhhm~” Kisa purred, “If I digest you, your grade point average gets added to mine, so you’ll still be helping me with my school work even though you’ll be nothing but belly, tits and ass.” The cheetah chuckled to herself as she pushed both her hands down on top of the squirming cat bulge in her lap, gradually pushing him towards the bottom of the sweater. “And it looks like you’re starting to digest already~”
 
“N-nnya, Kisa, wait~” he mewled, playing along with the moment as he struggled against the hands. He could feel his feet starting to slip back out from under the sweater, followed quickly by his tail. He tried to angle them so he wouldn’t land too hard on the floor. The cheetah lifted her hands up, allowing the cat to adjust his position before she continued to push him back towards the exit of the sweater. “A-aah, I’m going down~”
 
“Mmmh, yeah you are, kitty. Straight to my thighs,” Kisa wiggled her hips against the bed as Tybalt’s lower body slipped out from under the sweater, his feet landing on the floor. With a few more predatory moans and rumbles from her gut, Tybalt landed on the carpet, panting and sweating. The cheetah ran her hands over her once again slender belly before lifting them up to her chest and squeezing her breasts through the fabric. “Mmmh, Tybalt… you made me so big and soft…” she purred before rolling over to rest her front on the bed, her tail hiking to show her naked ass to the cat on the ground. “This butt is going to attract a lot more juicy nerds too~ I can’t wait to eat ‘em all~”
 
Tybalt stared up at the sight, his cheeks glowing red through his snow white fur. The cheetah let out a sigh of satisfaction as she reached between her legs to finger herself, juices still dripping down her legs from an unseen orgasm. “...So?” she asked in her usual voice. “Was it everything you hoped for, Tybalt?”
 
“It was amazing… better than I expected, really,” The cat admitted, only to blush as the snap back to reality reminded him of how ruined his underwear was. Kisa got up and helped untie the belt binding his hands before tugging his underwear back down, leaving Tybalt letting out a sigh of relief. “You were fantastic, how did you learn to talk like that? I thought you weren’t into vore.”
 
“I’m not… or at least, I don’t think I am. Tonight’s kinda changed that for me,” Kisa replied as she checked the cat’s wrists, making sure she hadn’t hurt him during the rougher parts of their play. “It was cute seeing you all horned up and blushy in the closet just from getting licked and breathed on.”
 
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy the wedgie as much as I did,” Tybalt replied bashfully. “I um, guess that means our kink exchange was a success?”
 
“Sure looks that way,” Kisa smiled as she sat back on the bed, her legs spread to reveal her dripping wet pussy before her eyeline drew Tybalt’s attention to his own soaked crotch. “But now I’m seriously hungry. Shower and then pizza?”
 
“That sounds perfect,” Tybalt agreed as he shakily got back to his feet, his heart still racing from their play session. Once the two cats were cleaned up and changed into fresh clothing they ordered a pizza and watched a movie together, winding down from their session. Tybalt stayed the night on her couch and left the next morning after a quick hug, promising he’d text her when he got home.
 
The walk back to his apartment seemed surreal as the cat replayed the night over and over in his head. All those predatory stares and teases Kisa had given him kept playing back on repeat in his mind, leaving him getting flustered even though the cheetah was miles behind him. He jotted a few of the teases and memories down in the notes app on his phone, determined he would remember that night forever.
 
After taking a moment to settle in at his apartment he opened his backpack and started to unpack. As he reached down to put the papers in a stack on his bookshelf he found the ‘essay’ he had written for Kisa, still smelling faintly of grape ink. To his surprise new teases had been written in red ink, both adding to the essay and underlining his own. Kisa had crossed out the final paragraph entirely and written her own in its place:
 
[i]‘But on top of being easy prey, and looking and tasting delicious, Tybalt is a smart, friendly and kind-hearted individual. If you really are what you eat, my life (and thighs, lol!) would be greatly enriched by eating my friend Tybalt Silvercat.[/i]
 
Tybalt chuckled at the cheesiness, only for the warmth behind the cheetah’s words to sink in. With a smile the white cat took out his phone and snapped a picture of the report before sending it in a text to Kisa:
 
<Tybalt:> “Thank you. <3”
 
After a few moments, the cheetah sent back a selfie from last night of her wearing the over-stuffed sweater, clearly bulging out with his form. As he zoomed in he could see his glasses sticking out of her cleavage. She had a playful look in the photo, her tongue sticking out at the camera as she opened her mouth in a silent belch.
 
<Kisa:> “Wtf??? How is my belly fat texting me?”
 
<Tybalt:> “Omg >///<; “
 
Another picture came through; taken just a few moments ago judging by the light coming through the window. It was a bathroom mirror selfie of Kisa bending over and pushing her backside out, her tail curled over her back as her free hand rested on her thighs.
 
<Kisa> “I gotta go to the gym and work off all this kitty =<”
<Kisa:> “(Don’t send these to anyone, okay? Just between me and you.)”
 
<Tybalt:> “(Our secret, I promise.)”
 
<Kisa:> “Thanks Tybs, I knew I could count on my kitty titties~”
 
<Tybalt:> “asdawdafawdawfdfarghasdif X////x; “
 
<Kisa:> “Mmhm, ‘Gurgle grwwble’ to you too, dork. <3”
 
The End.