Random Teaser - Cafe Kitty Cake (OV - 1.2k words) (Patreon)

Both of you share a mischievous look, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Bramble frantically shakes his head and tries to back away, but by then it’s already too late. The ferret trips on Phirae’s long tail, stumbling back into your helpful grip. You catch him and squeeze his arms against his sides, stopping his weak struggles before he can wriggle away.

“Aw, c’mon...my shift’s not over for another three hours and I don’t wanna work overtime tonight…” The ferret pleads, slowly trying to wiggle himself free of your grasp. “A-and besides, I still taste like your stomach acids Phi, c’mon! D-don’t! Phi-!”

Phirae interrupts with a paw to the ferret’s lips, a dainty squish of kitty beans resting on Bramble’s muzzle. He still whines, but he’s slunk into playing the embarrassed, pliant prey. Phi purrs, and leans up against the taller ferret, tugging Bramble’s chin down to tease him.

“There’s no cake, so I guess I’ll have to make do with noodles instead…”

In the face of mortal danger and predatory jaws, Bramble still has the gall to groan and roll his eyes. Which gets him yanked muzzle-first into the cat’s open maw. His wiggles renew when faced with the wet, drooly reality of the situation, forcing all three of you into a tussle to corral him down the cat’s gullet.

Phirae swallows instinctively, squeezing the ferret when you guide his head deeper with a helping hand. You shove right into Phirae’s maw against the back of the ferret’s head, guiding his struggles towards the cat’s constricting throat. It takes a few more tries to get him properly in there, but soon the soft squish of Phirae’s swallows engulfs Bramble’s squeaks of complaint. But they can’t completely arrest his wriggles.

Wriggles fight swallows, neither giving up completely. In fact, the prey seems to be winning. The bulge in Phirae’s neck refuses to sink past his collar, stretching out over it and muffled the constant ringing off his swallows. You do what you can to help, and hoist the ferret up further. It stuffs his shoulders against Phirae’s cheeks, compressing the long meal against the building pressure held in by the cat’s collar. Bramble kicks back at you, knocking you to the floor, but it also propels himself deeper down the feline’s throat.

With a muted shout, the ferret’s upper body slips further into the cat, gravity tipping to flood the cat’s hungry swallows with fresh prey. You can see from below how much the ferret distends his gullet - and his collar too. The fabric pulls taut, straining against the frantic struggles poking out from within, until suddenly it pings off of Phirae’s neck. The latch comes undone, and the cat’s collar clatters noisily to the floor.

Without it, Phi’s swallows are much stronger, slurping down his prey with possessive hunger. The wriggling bulge slinks down faster than you’d expect - the ferret is slightly bigger than the cat, after all. But the predatory feline has much less trouble now that he’s gotten started, and all the ferret has to wiggle against is the air, before it’s replaced by hot, humid cat guts. 

The slink of flesh disappears behind the feline’s fur, reappearing a moment later as the weight settles in Phirae’s stomach. And keeps going, bulging out and sagging with sudden fullness. The large prey stretches Phirae, but he still keeps swallowing. All at once the ferret’s squirms work against him, aiding the churning stomach to stretch around its newest meal. With more space in his stomach, the cat can send more of the ferret twisting down into his gut. But now there’s no more telltale jingles as he ravenously gulps down his prey. His broken collar lays forgotten on the floor, until you scoop it up and toss it towards your satchel.

With the ferret’s hips pressed against Phi’s tongue, there’s far more struggles, but they’re futile. His legs kick uselessly in the air, and his tail thrashes wildly, but it only tickles at Phirae’s nose before they too start slip away behind his sharp teeth. You stand back up and help nudge the ferret’s paws down the last little way, earning a few playful licks from the cat when his maw closes around your hand. 

For a brief moment you think he’s about to swallow you down after the ferret, but there’s clearly no space left in the cat’s bulging belly. His tummy presses against you, pushing back with squirms from within, kicking you away once more. Phi relinquishes his grip on your deliciousness, licking his lips to savour the taste. Or more likely, for Bramble, now that he’s trapped inside the cat’s middle.

With a satisfied sigh, Phirae collapses back into his seat. But he doesn’t quite fit. His huge gut won’t let him sit close to the table, mushing around the edge until it grinding above and below. The cat’s purrs are just barely louder than his stomach’s groans, even though the latter gurgles constantly. Wet, muted squishes as the prey within fights against slimy, constricting flesh, and the mushing paws of the cat’s kneading resting over his distended middle. You can just about tell the ferret’s limbs apart when he wriggles, the imprints visible for a brief moment before the feline’s stomach clenches in again.

Phirae’s blushing too now, a cosy, almost-drunk glow on his cheeks. He’s full, sated, and one happy cat. But he motions you down with a slight tip of his head. There’s one thing that’ll make him feel even better: belly rubs.

You get down beneath the table, kneeling between the cat’s legs. His belly spills out over the seat, too big to fully fit below the table, and too big to contain in his lap. The fact that it constantly squirms doesn’t help any, either. It’s weight sags between the cat’s thighs, sinking further forward whenever Bramble shoves into it. At one point it nearly sends the cat careening forward, but luckily you catch his gut in your hands, hefting it up for the overstuffed kitty.

Even though it’s stretched and full, the feline’s plush fur and general softness lets you push in deep, folding his gut over your hands. At least until his prey kicks again, or pushes back against you. That doesn’t deter you from kneading his gut, in and out and massaging along the cat’s sleek fur. He’s purring away in cosy kitty bliss, adorable cute with his belly well-fed and pampered so much...

“Ahem.” 

You’re interrupted for the second time. This time by Thistle, the owner and employer of the ferret you just fed to Phirae. To be fair, you were causing a bit of scene, too. You sheepishly slip out from beneath the table, but you don’t get to sit back in your seat, because the squirrel chases both of you out of the cafe. Phirae struggles to keep up, with his belly constantly jostling and complaining.

You stumble out of the door, but Phirae doesn’t follow. Thistle grabs the cat by the exposed scruff of his neck and drags him back inside.

“Nuh uh, Not you. You’ve got to give him back.” The squirrel chides. Phi’s eyes go wide, but he complies, stumbling after the squirrel. You’re left holding the remains of Phirae’s popped collar and a half-finished drink in a to-go cup, that you don’t remember actually picking up.