It was a cool, breezy day, and a certain chubby black cat in a teal hoodie was leaning back on a park bench, lazily soaking up the atmosphere. Quentin didn’t really want to leave his house today, but his gut had other plans for him. He’d met a stork last night; smooth-feathered, long necked, and juuuuuussssst enough alcohol in his system that he’d blindly trust everything he said, but still sober up quickly and wriggle up a pleasant storm after being devoured. Unfortunately, while he was yummy and filling, he was a bit… soft-bodied, and as such, Quentin’s greedy guts had worked through him a bit quicker than expected. Now, the feline had no choice but to go out hunting again at 7 in the morning. His eyes darted around his surroundings… a jogging pigeon, a penguin walking his dog, a kestrel relaxing up a tree… all of them, he’d eagerly dig into at some other time, but he just wasn’t in the mood for any of them right now. He didn’t want a sweaty, salty aftertaste, nor did he want to have to take another “abandoned” dog to a shelter or try and talk someone down from a tree. Sighing, Quentin kept looking, stomach growling hungrily…and eventually, his eyes came to rest near the ornate fountain.
 
 
A fairly short dove with pure, clean white plumage, his eyes a dazzling gold, his beak the color of a fresh peach. He was dressed in an admittedly cute clothing combo, baggy hoodie, baggy sweatpants and running shoes, all the same pretty white color. There was a determined expression on his face as he furiously scribbled something in a little notebook he had. Quentin’s mouth began to water, and he licked his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he tried dove, but he was more than ready to reintroduce the flavor to his pallet.
 
 
“Helloooooo there, birdie.”
 
 
Gabriel was only mildly surprised to see the cat sitting next to him, a smug grin on his face. “Oh, hello there.” He calmly greeted him. Something about this mortal’s gaze was… off. It seemed sinful, even. Still, The dove tried not to let his first impressions decide his course of action. It never hurt to talk to someone. “Haven’t seen you around here before… what’s your name, cutie?” Gabriel was completely unfazed by Quentin’s compliment, simply replying “My name is Gabe, I just came down here to study, take some notes. “ Technically, he wasn’t lying. He’d dropped down from his secure perch in heaven to try and observe the mortal populace of earth. Not that Quentin would have particularly cared. He just assumed this was a student from the local university, a botanist or something similar. “I’m Quentin.” he purred softly. “How’s your work going, if you don’t mind me asking?”
 
 
“Not really good, not really bad… just ok. I think my pen is about to run out of ink, though.”
 
 
“Huh… you know, I think I might have a pen I can give you back at my house.” The feline grinned, hoping the dove would be enthralled by his charisma and take the bait. Gabriel was nonplussed. “You just want to hook up, don’t you?”
 
 
“Maaaaaybe.”
 
 
The bird sighed. “Ok, ok… I’ll come back with you for the pen, and we can see where it goes from there.”
 
 
“Great! I only live like, six or seven blocks away from here, so it shouldn’t be a long walk. Want me to guide you there?”
 
 
For a brief moment, Gabriel wondered if he should be trusting this feline with such strong sinful energy bubbling under the furry surface… His calm yet cunning demeanor, as well as his black fur, reminded him of Bav, and he did NOT need anything that reminded him of his past encounters with the temperamental goat demon. But still, it would be rude to reject this man’s hopsitality, especially since it seemed so genuine. “You lead the way.”
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Gabriel soaked in the surroundings of the cat’s neat living room. A flatscreen TV, flanked by a tall bookshelf on both sides, the cream-colored walls covered in cute photos of Quentin and a snowshoe cat… maybe it was his boyfriend or husband. He couldn’t remember… he didn’t spend enough time in the archives. At least he’d be getting his pen soon. Although… he couldn’t help but notice the damp-looking purple hoodie awkwardly crumpled next to the coffee table. “Hey Quentin, what’s that hoodie doing there?”
 
 
“Hoodie?” Quentin asked in the other room. “Oh, that’s mine. I haven’t gotten around to picking it up yet.” The dove was mildly suspicious. That hoodie looked a few sizes too small for him… oh well, it wasn’t his business, even if he was an archangel. Soon, a pen flung from behind landed on the couch next to him, making him flinch.
 
 
“Found a pen for you.”
 
 
Gabriel turned around, seeing the cat as he stood behind him, trying to suppress drool. “Oh, thanks.” He said, standing up and preparing to leave, only for Quentin to motion him to stay put. “Hold on, I’ve got something else for you. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.”
 
 
“O-Ok…”
 
 
The dove, wanting to please the mortal so he’d be allowed to be on his way, had no choice but to oblige. He shut his eyes, black filling his field of view as he took a few deep breaths, a neutral expression on his face. With his other senses being heightened, he heard a pair of sneakers walk closer to him, and felt warm breath blowing on his soft feathers. “Ok,” said Quentin. “Open.” Gabriel obeyed, the bird quickly finding a steamy pink maw, which quickly lunged at him.
 
 
“Huh?”
 
 
GLLLPP!!!
 
 
The dove felt the warm, slimy throat envelop his head, vision enshrouded by darkness. He could feel the feline breathing through his nose as he swallowed up the rest of his little body. Gabriel tried to flail, tried to force himself out, but it did little to deter Quentin. He was a hungry cat, and Gabriel was just a tasty bird.
 
 
Quentin was deriving much more enjoyment from his squirmy feast. He’d forgotten to strip the birdie of his clothing, but it didn’t matter at all. It must have been some very cheap fabric, since when he was licking over the dove’s hoodie-covered chest and tummy, the taste still filtered through perfectly. As he swallowed, Quentin found himself pleasantly surprised by the taste. Most doves tasted like marshmallows, but Gabe… eating him was like stuffing a whole angel food cake down his throat. Light and sweet… delicious. With a few more swallows, the plump, flailing, sweatpants and shoes-clad legs of the poor dove slid down his throat, bloating out the cat’s belly with a noticeable curled bird shape.
 
 
“Aaaaahh…” The black cat sighed in contentment, patting his full stomach. “Finally, you’re right where you belo-UURRRRRPPP!!!” Quentin released a full-force belch, flinging feathers from his maw. Rather than say “excuse me”, he just chuckled, giving his gut another pat, irritating the dove inside. Gabriel squirmed helplessly, the tight, sweltering darkness of the cat’s caustic, slime-coated insides ruining his pristine feathers.
 
 
“Eeughh… rude! Let me out of here, Quentin! This is embarrassing!”
 
 
“Embarrassing, hm?” The cat wondered aloud, swaying his stomach and his ass from side to side as he walked towards the stairs. “I’d say you have a bit more to worry about in your predicament than just embarrassment.”
 
 
“Wha-? You insolent feline! If you don’t let me out ri-agh! Hey!”
 
 
The white birdie chirped helplessly as the motions of his predator climbing the stairs sloshed him in stomach acid. Quentin purred, relishing in the sensation of his lunch’s desperate, pitiful flailing as he stretched his arms. “Mmmmmfff… I’m gonna take a nap while you digest. Be a good dove and churn up nicely by the time I wake up again.” Whatever angry complaint Gabe gave in response was drowned out by the sounds of a full, happy belly eagerly absorbing the mounty of fresh meat gifted to it. The kitty flopped into his bed, not even removing his clothing, feeling himself slip into a heavy food coma…
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FLSSSSSHHHH
 
 
Quentin wafted away the stench of Gabe’s remains as they were flushed into the sewers, a look of mild disgust on his face. “For such a pristine bird, you sure fucking stink, dove boy.” he mumbled, before rubbing his asscheek. “Well, you tasted great, and you didn’t make me super fat, so… still an A-grade meal.”
 
 
The cat finished up washing his paws, then turned to leave, only to find a peculiar sight on the other side of his bathroom door. “Gah!! G-Gabe!?”
 
 
True to his words, the dove he’d just digested and crapped out was standing in front of the entrance to the bathroom, arms crossed, looking very unhappy. However, he wasn’t quite the same. There was a strange ring of light hovering above his head, and instead of his white hoodie and sweatpants, he was donning a foot-length white robe covered in intricate golden patterns. There was a certain air to him, he just seemed so… holy.
 
 
 “Well, that was quite rude. I hope you're proud of yourself, kitty, eating up a poor dove just because he’s smaller than you.”
 
 
“A-Angel… G-Gabriel… fuck…”
 
 
“You should work on your foul mouth as well. Be warned, should we ever meet again, I have just the punishment in mind for you… three whole months as a dove’s-”
 
 
THUD!
 
 
Quentin didn’t quite catch that last bit, on account of suffering a nervous breakdown and fainting. His unconscious body splayed out on the bathroom floor, somehow avoiding injury from a hit from the toilet or sink. Gabriel just sighed. His time at this house was done, he had the pen he needed. Once he got back to Heaven, he was going to go to the archives and look for this cat’s file. He needed to do some SERIOUS catch-up on him.
 
 
Quentin later awoke, and, unable to process the fact that he had eaten an archangel, who promptly reformed and chewed him out, convinced himself it was a weird dream. Digesting dove meat did always fuck with his subconscious for some reason.
 
 
His consumption of birds continued largely unopposed.