Tame Camp - the Very Friendly Cheetah POV
It is important to listen to the safety briefings when you go to a place like the Tame Camp. If you don't, things like this can happen.
You thought it was a joke, that the cat was just playing. When the Very Friendly Cheetah climbed into your lap and impaled herself she licked your face as she bounced, and slowly, bit by bit, she slid her jaws over your face.
Just a joke. Just play. When she swallowed and your face slid down her throat your fingers were dug into the short fur of her haunches, for you were very close. A last few thrusts, you shudder and finish. You are too busy to notice the scrape of teeth as she twists her head, getting her muzzle over one shoulder and her fanged lower jaw over the other. Her maw stretches farther up and down than side to side. She knows this, and maneuvers your shoulders into her gullet. She is no bigger than you are. It's impossible to take her seriously. You really should.
Just play, even as she swallows again, and you are in her maw to the elbows. She shifts, letting your spent member slide out of her, and reaches out her forepaws to hook them beneath your ass. A brush of rough pads against balls distracts you and then she swallows once more. A great contraction of her throat muscles squeezes you deeper and your face slips past a tight muscular constriction into her stomach.
Caustic juices sting your skin and you finally realize you have a problem. You try to push her away. Too late. Her jaws are over your arms to the wrists and her gullet traps them to your sides. You try to kick, but she is already sitting up, turning her slimy throat into a smooth playground slide with a belly waiting at the bottom.
Just play, you think as she heaves her head up, bolting your legs down one gulp at a time. The fangs scrape, but you have bigger problems than a few scratches. Gravity is forcing you to curl up inside her as she eats you. It's curl up or break your neck. Just play, as she finally gets his feet between her jaws. Just play, as she stretches out her nose, purrs, and swallows.
Just play, you think dimly. It is dark and hot and wet in her stomach. There is only an inch of flesh and fur between you and the outside. You try to struggle, try to let her know you don't want to be here. The cheetah purrs, grunts, and burps.
There is barely any air left. The last of it vanishes as she flops down on her side, giving her swollen gut room to sprawl out. The Very Friendly Cheetah lets out a long belch and settles down to digest her meal. You thought you could satisfy her and you were right. It is just that sex wasn't the thing foremost on her mind when she came to your camp.
Just play, you think as the gurgle of digestion gets going. But it isn't. It isn't play to the Very Friendly Cheetah. It never was.
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