This story was a gift for a good friend  Zyyphelze bcause he has helped me out a lot in the last few months and is a great guy.

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It was a cold snowy night as Zyypheleze the white snow leopard was walking through the dense forest in norther Michigan, he had decided to go visit one of his old friends, a folf names Valdreg. He had heard that Michigan was beautiful in the winter but he hadn’t expected this harsh storm to hit. As he was from California he wasn’t use to snowy driving and his car had gone into the ditch about a half mile back. A shiver ran through his body as he pulled his jacket a bit tighter, though his body was covered in fur he wasn’t use to such cold weather and his toes had gone numb. He held his paws in his armpits to keep them warm as he trudged on.
The road had almost disappeared from the massive amount of snow that was coming down, he remembered the warning that his friend gave him to wear a heavier jacket, but he had bought the heaviest he could find. He chuckled as he thought he should have bought two. As he walked he could hear nothing but the cold wind, it felt as though it was blowing right through him, his friend often complained about the weather but he didn't think it would be this bad. He ducked his head down into his jacket and looked at his phone, there was no signal and he knew that it wouldn't get better at this rate.
As he continued down his path he cursed under his breath. “Shit!” he had come to a fork in the road and he wasn’t sure which way was the right way to go. He rubbed his arms to try to warm himself up some, he knew that if he went the wrong way it wouldn't be good. He looked up at the street sign but it was covered in snow. He walked up and tried to jump up and wipe off the snot but he wasn’t tall enough to reach. He whimpered as he tried to remember which was the way to go, after a few moments and deciding it was best to keep moving rather than to freeze he chose to go to the left.
He walked as the wind blew, his face was starting to get sore and his nose hurt badly, the wind was making his eyes water and he was starting to get tired. But he continued on for a while, the snow was up to his knees now and he wasn’t sure if he was even on a path anymore. His foot slipped on a patch of ice under the snow and he fell forward, getting covered in what in his mind was white hell ice, he shivered and whimpered, he was so cold, the snow on top of him at least insulated what little heat his body had left. He was tired and he could barely see. “Maybe I’ll take a little nap.”
He didn't hear the heavy footsteps approaching him, nor did he really respond to the arms pulling him up. His mind could only think about how cold he was. He groaned at the warmth that suddenly ran over his face, it was warm and wet, almost hot, definitely hot, it started to spread over his head, he felt something almost sharp running through his fur on his head, he wasn’t sure what was happening but, the warmth, he didn't care what it was he was just relieved to have some heat. His cheek twitched a little and his eat twitched as he felt hot muscle engulf his head and pull down, he knew this feeling, he was being eaten, but he didn't care, if some animal was eating him at least he was going to be warm for a while. As his shoulders were engulfed in the mouth of whatever was eating him he felt something grab his paw but his mind went blank as he passed out.
The thing that was swallowing him licked over his soft chest, its hot saliva soaking the cold kittens fur. He swallowed hungrily, little did the kitten know but it was his friend who had gotten worried about the guest he had been expecting and went out looking, he had gotten as far as the fork and found the snow kittens trail going the wrong way. He used his paws to rub the kittens sides and legs to warm them while he ate as fast as he could, his tongue could only apply thick saliva so fast, and he had to be careful not to let any get out of his maw otherwise it might freeze and cause his friend some pain, his velvet tongue wiped over the kittens stomach, coating it but careful not to go past his lips, he could feel the felines head by his heart, the core of his body and the warmest part, it was good that he would go past that spot as it would give him a good sudden jolt of heat and make it easier for the folf belly to warm him.
After a while of swallowing the felines thin waist slid between the folf’s black lips, his tongue soaked down the feeble winter cloths. He figured that those would be what the California kitten bought, he was just relieved that they were easy to eat, though they didn't taste the best. He swallowed a little more and his throat muscles stretched tight and squeezed the kitten’s waist, the soft muscle in his throat was massaging the heat deep into the tired muscle. The folf couldn’t help but murr a little as the kittens head entered his gut. It was true he enjoyed eating people but this was a necessity, though that didn't mean he couldn’t enjoy it, after all enough of the kitten was in him that he wasn’t in immediate danger. He slowed down in his swallowing, letting little bits of his “prey” slide in at a time, gulping, shuttering at the feeling, and then murring at the taste.
He couldn’t help drag this out for a while, it took him a bit to get to the kitty’s paws. The boots were a little too big, and unfortunately had to go, he fumbled for a while to undoing the laces, and then pulled off the boots, he noticed fuzzy toes immediately curl from the cold air, though that would be a problem. He curled his tongue around them and drew them into his maw, sucking on them getting the cold out, making sure to enjoy the taste of snow leopard for a while before giving a final gulp, sealing his friend in his warm belly. “There your all nice and safe” he rubbed his belly while he stood up, the kitten would be out for a while, but he was safe, now it was time for the long journey home.
Valdreg walked home through the snow, and wind, and cold. His body was much too use to this weather, he actually preferred it. After walking about a mile with a soft kitten in his gut he stumbled onto the porch, kicking off his boots and exposing his own paws and heading inside, the fire had died down and so he threw some more wood onto it, it sparked to life as Valdreg sat in front of the stove and let it warm his belly. He knew the extra heat would be good for the kitten. He rubbed his stomach as it groaned, the kitten inside stirring but staying asleep, being in the cold will do that to you.
Valdreg sat back to enjoy the warmth and the full feeling, his eyes were heavy and he started to doze off, soon he was asleep. After a good night’s rest, the folf woke up to find the kitten still sleeping, he decided it wouldn't hurt him to start making breakfast, he would spit the feline up in a few hours when he woke up and there would be a good meal rea