Overworked and stressed, Zyyph wants nothing more than to be left alone to brood and study once he's home. Lucky for him, his big, hungry donk has other plans to help the poor snep relax...

A lovely piece by, and featuring, Zyyphelze.

The story is also my first Endosoma (non-digestive) vore piece! I hope you folks enjoy it as much as I did in writing it. ^^

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Proper Care and Feeding

By Bianchi

Zyyph trudged into the apartment, dropping his bookbag at his paws and slinking towards the kitchen with a dejected sigh.

10-hour shift at work, 3 term papers to write, and just 2 days to finish it all. To say the studious snow leopard was exhausted would be criminal in the court of understatements.

“Welcome home, hun,” came a deep, familiar voice from the kitchen, the scent of slow-roasted marinara sauce and rustic penne pasta catching the snep’s keen nose. “You’re just in time, dinner is almost ready.”

His friend and housemate, Bianchi, was nothing if not a sweetheart for making dinner, but Zyyph’s stress and frustration had snuffed out his hunger pangs hours ago.

Fatigued and frustrated, Zyyph hurriedly shuffled past the kitchen, hoping to avoid any discussion at all as he slipped into his room to write and brood like a proper grad student.

Well aware of the snep’s desire to slink away, Bianchi quietly hummed to himself, eyes fixed on the pot of sauce he was diligently stirring, waiting till Zyyph nearly cleared his bedroom doorway before speaking up.

“Hey there, sweety.” He said, gaze unbroken from the saucepot. “How was your day?”

Zyyph winced, cursing under his breath before forcing a half-smile.

“It…it was fine, just more of the same BS. You know how it goes.”

“Sorry to hear that, pretty kitty,” Bianchi said, looking up at the sullen snow leopard with a matronly smile. “Seems like a little rest and relaxation will do you well, my dear. Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll get you a plate in a few minutes.”

“I’m not really hungry. Besides, I have a lot of homework to do. Grad school is brutal, and I don’t wanna fall behind.”

“My poor, overworked kitty. Come, sit. It’ll make you feel better.”

“I said I’m not hungry!” Zyyph snapped back, taking the donkey by surprise.

Bianchi’s ears folded as he set aside the pan and moved towards Zyyph, clasping a paw on his shoulder as the snow leopard tried once more to slink away.

“Hold up there, Mr.” Bianchi said, the big donk effortlessly pulling Zyyph close. “I know you’re overworked, sweety. But you’ve been dodging personal time with me for a whole week, and I don’t think it’s helping. You need to relax, doctor donk’s orders.”

“I just don’t have time, alright!” Zyyph protested, vainly attempting to break free. “Lemme go, I have work to do.”

“No, you don’t, pretty kitty.” Bianchi said, pulling the snow leopard into a firm bearhug. “But if you’re going to be such a fussy feline about it, then I know exactly what you need right now.”

Craning open his long, equine maw, Bianchi slurped across Zyyph’s muzzle, coating his white fur with a layer of warm drool.

“S…stop!” Zyyph protested as Bianchi smattered his face in donkey slobber, the hot breath across his damp fur causing him to shudder.

“Now why in the world would I do that?” Bianchi said, a smile on his face as Zyyph sputtered and wriggled. “Since you don’t want to sit for dinner, I guess that means you won’t mind being dinner.”

Zyyph tugged against the donkey’s solid grip, his face burning hot with a blush as he was licked and savored like a prime cut of steak.

“N…not now, Bianchi! S…stop! Let me go, I’m not in the mood!”

Zyyph’s heart leapt into his throat as he was lifted up, the donkey tugging him off his paws before gently laying him down and crawling on top of him.

“Your words say no,” Bianchi cooed, pressing his heavy frame against the struggling snep. “But that blush under your fur and whimper in your throat says yes.”

Zyyph writhed as Bianchi licked and nibbled at his ears, the sound and sensation causing Zyyph to instinctively moan.

“S…stop…” Zyyph whimpered weakly.

“Only if you stop being so tasty,” Bianchi teased back.

The “assault” continued as Bianchi playfully nipped and gnawed at his kitty’s exposed tummy, his broad tongue slurping from navel to neck in one long, wet slurp. Zyyph shuddered and arched his back, his mind slipping into reluctant submission as the donk’s broad, flat teeth tenderly bit into his neck.

“Mmmm, that’s a good kitty,” Bianchi said, feeling the cat’s body go slack under him. “You’re a big, strong predator with a mind as sharp as your wit, but with me, you’re just a big hunk of food eager to be dinner, aren’t you?”

Zyyph’s pride bristled at the donkey’s words, his muzzle quivering in silent protest, unable to find the will to refute him. With paws on either side of Zyyph’s head, Bianchi unhinging his jaw, displaying the slick, undulating muscles of his gullet to his impending meal.

Zyyph whimpered as the donkey’s muzzle clamped down around his own and sucked on it like a lollipop. The scent of a bigger, hungrier predator filled Zyyph’s sensitive nostrils, his body feebly convulsing as his olfactory senses soaked in the dank scent, a keen reminder that he was moments away from being consumed whole.

With a lewd slurp, Bianchi drew back his muzzle, sucking greedily across Zyyph’s snout like he was sucking the cake batter from a spatula.

“You’re delicious as ever, hun.” Bianchi said, chuckling as Zyyph was reduced to a huffing, sputtering mess before him.

“That’s a good boy. Now, tell me. Whose food are you?” Bianchi cooed, scratching the bottom of his kitty’s chin.

“Y…yours. I’m your food.” Zyyph said, his face hot with embarrassment as his preyish desires swept through his brain like a forest fire.

“Damn right you are,” Bianchi said, smug and smiling as he massaged the snow leopard’s whimpering face with his big paws.

A loud grumble shook from Bianchi’s gut as he affectionally caressed the muzzle of the mewling cat beneath him.

“Looks like my dinner is all nice and ready. Mind if I serve myself?”

Zyyph sputtered and mewled, his pride subsumed by the desire to give into his big, hungry predator.

“I’ll take that as a yes."

Bianchi slurped over Zyyph’s muzzle once again, this time engulfing the snow leopard’s head deep into his gullet, the donk letting his raw, predatory urges take over.

As the hot, humid flesh of the equine’s gullet pulsed and squelched around him, Zyyph couldn’t help but moan. It wasn’t the first time Bianchi had him down his greedy throat, but the experience was so raw, so unabashed in its sensorial overload that it made no difference at all.

Bianchi felt the purring moans of his feline meal deep in his chest as his thick neck stretched and wrapped around inch after inch of his scrumptious prey.

“That’s it, kitty,” he thought as he rolled onto his back, giving him a better angle to continue consuming. “Give in to your predator and let him take care of you.”

Wet, sloppy gulps filled the apartment as Bianchi crammed entire lengths of delicious snow-leopard down his craw, the donk greedily slathering Zyyph’s trim belly to tease and excite him as he was wolfed down.

Surrounded by heat and darkness, Zyyph was helpless to do anything as he was slathered, savored, and controlled.

And he loved every second of it.

Body slack and mind wiping blank, he joyously squirmed, letting the donkey take control and force him down into that greedy, inviting gut.

Bianchi kneaded into the snow leopard’s pert, supple ass, teasing and pressing more of his meal gutward. The excited wriggling of his eager prey was divine; Nothing was so delicious, so desirable, as a meal who yearned to be consumed.

Like a wild bear snatching down a plump, freshwater trout, Bianchi’s gullet glucked and squelched with each swallow as it ravenously devoured the snow leopard past his waist.

Zyyph moaned into the slimy flesh surrounding him as he was drawn deeper into the equine’s gullet, his muzzle finally pressing against the upper valve of the donkey’s gut.

There it was, the entrance to his true home; the one place a big, predatory cat like himself was endlessly embarrassed to admit how much he longed for on a regular basis. The seconds burned like hours as Zyyph whimpered and writhed, instinctively lapping at the fleshy aperture to tease and entice it to open and accept him in.

A mere 10 seconds of waiting was torture--divine, blissful, torture that he wished in an instant would end while simultaneously longing for it to continue forever.

Sitting up, Bianchi cradled his gut and groaned as Zyyph fidgeted harder, the vibration of the big cat’s passionate pleading resonating just above his belly.

Though gentle to a fault with those he cared for, the donkey wasn’t without a spark of playful sadism. He loved feeling Zyyph get overwhelmed by his teasing, and delighted in breaking the often proud, predatory cat down to a whimpering mess of preyish lust, like a lover edging his partner at the near-crescendo of their orgasm again and again till they begged for release.

“That’s it, Kitty.” Bianchi thought. “Beg like a good preyboy to be let in. Let your donk know just how badly you want to be his food and he’ll make your dreams come true.”

Priming Zyyph for his final descent, Bianchi slurped and suckled on Zyyph’s fuzzy paws, each thick digit of his wide paws nibbled and sucked on like ripe, juicy grapes.

Zyyph cried out, his preyish pleading muffled by the slick flesh around him as he was mentally shoved over the edge. Squirming, huffing, begging, and crying out, the snow leopard was unable to contain himself.

“There he is,” Bianchi thought, “My proper preyboy, unable to think about anything other than being gutfilling”

Gripping Zyyph’s paws with both hands, Bianchi shoved hard and swallowed deep, his gullet effortlessly sliding the big cat down to his dream destination.

Like the slimy gates of paradise, the donk’s gut opened up, eagerly drawing the big cat into its warm, squelching embrace. Zyyph purred as he was dumped into the donkey’s tank, his thick form bloating and stretching the equine’s gut as he was crammed inside.

The strong, undulating muscles of Bianchi’s gut pushed and squeezed around the big cat, forcing him into a fetal position; the damp, sloppy walls swaddling him like a child.

Words found no purchase in Zyyph’s throat as his endorphin-addled mind knew pleasure divine, the world outside forgotten as the velvety, inviting flesh squelched and kneaded around him.

Bucking and moaning, Zyyph pressed against the donkey’s guts only to have them squeeze back; Bianchi’s belly playfully teasing the snep as it promised comfort and safety on its own terms. Like a cat with a ball of catnip, Zyyph flexed and mewled, the predator’s hefty gut barely giving an inch as he was clamped in place, his will and desires no longer his own as the donkey’s tight, confining innards took charge.

Minutes waned like hours as Zyyph’s squirming ebbed, his rapturous energy being squeezed out of him like an excited child rocked to sleep. Eyes growing heavy and body slack, he settled into his confines and purred, silently mouthing words of thanks as the warm darkness around him swept his fatigued and exhausted mind to rest, the gentle rhythm of his donkey’s heart lulling him to a peaceful rest deep inside his gut.

Bianchi smiled wide, rubbing over the obscenely rounded mound that sagged pregnant between his thighs; the sometimes fussy and stubborn cat inside finally resting with the peace he had very much earned.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll keep you nice and safe while you rest.” He cooed to the snep-shaped bulge in his belly before giving it a soft kiss. “You just get comfy and let your big predator handle everything now.”



Zyyph awoke with a yawning meow, the thrumming sound of the donkey’s heart still ever-present as he stretched out, pressing into the walls of Bianchi’s belly that hugged him like a glove.

Remembering in an instant that he was tucked away inside the equine’s gut, he wiggled with abject pleasure, more pleased than he cared to admit that he was still tucked away like a slab of steak.

“Looks like he’s awake,” he heard Bianchi say, his voice barely audible over the layers of pudge between them.

“Sure is,” a strange voice joined in. “Look at him wriggling in there. I’m telling yah, donk. Only preds squirm like that. Something about having the tables turned really gets em’ going.’”

Zyyph went red with embarrassment once again. Who the heck was in the apartment? And why was Bianchi showing off his gut to them!? Being eaten in private is one thing, but being display in front of others?! Zyyph bucked in vain, flustered and excited once in equal order.

“Shhh, it’s OK, kitty. It’s just our friend, Darrius. You’ve been out for a few hours, so I decided to take a walk in the park across the street to get some fresh air…and show off my amazing meal.”

Zyyph felt a pair of hands press against him, Darrius’ cooing voice accompanying the petting.

“aww, big kitty got nommed and is all embarrassed about it,” Darrius teased, the kirin’s hands rubbing over the donkey’s thick dome. “How adorable.”

As much as his pride tingled, Zyyph couldn’t help but enjoy the attention, purring in delight as he was showered in the physical affection he so often craved.

“That’s a good kitty,” Darrius said, the equine-hybrid giving a knowing smirk to the donk as they both reveled in giving the snow leopard some gentle ribbing.

“Well, I’ll leave you boys to it. Seeing you both like this makes me wanna get home to my own kitty and wrap him in my own velvet gut for the night. Give Zyyph an extra squeeze for me, donk boy.”

As Darrius strode off, Bianchi cradled his belly, searching and finding the snow leopard’s snout and giving it a tender smooch.

“I hope you’re feeling better, sweety. Didn’t mean to get too forceful with you, but when you’re all kinds of huffy like that, I don’t have much choice but to put you in your place. Not that you seem to mind.”

Zyyph purred again, feeling the donkey’s lips press against the top of his head through the wall of his gut.

“Let your big donk bask in the sunset for a moment and show off his catch for a little longer, and then I’ll head back inside and get you some dinner. How’s that sound, honey?”

Zyyph enthusiastically bucked and fidgeted to show his approval, eliciting a pleasured groan from the donk in the process.

“That’s a good boy,” Bianchi cooed, giving his belly another thorough kneading.

Bianchi relaxed, letting his snep-stuffed gut sag between his legs as he and Zyyph soaked in the moment. No deadlines, no bills, no politics of the day-to-day. Only the warm comfort of the big donk’s gut kneading and swaddling the precious cat; keeping him safe from worry and harm as he recharged and recuperated from a long day’s work.

Whatever trials may come, they were of no concern to either fur as they found comfort in the quiet spaces that richly reward those fortunate enough to find them with someone they trust and care for.

And truly, what greater trust and care is there than that between a predator and his darling prey?

-The End

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