A spiffy-looking red top hat with a gold buckle, covered in blue diamonds, rolled across the ground...then, it floated into the air, seemingly of its own accord.
With a flip and a swirl of mist, a familiar, grinning, feline face - wearing that same top hat - appeared before the human lying on the floor of his home, blinking as he felt himself held down by an unseen force.
"Hello, my little one," crooned the Cheshire Cat.
That force was soon made visible, as the enormous beast's body swirled into view, stripe by stripe...revealing that the gigantic predator had a particularly bloated stomach, which was nothing new. (Nor was the way it seemed to ripple and jiggle, as if moved by something inside.)
What was a LITTLE new was that his fat, furry rear was firmly planted on the Master's abdomen, sitting on him nonchalantly.
"Purrrrrrr...you make a lovely cushion, if I do say so myself," grinned the Cheshire Cat, his disembodied head spinning as he laughed at the expression of the rather befuddled little man pinned underneath him.
"...Um...g-good to know, uh...I suppose?" the Master gasped out, trying to squirm free without a bit of success, gloved hands digging into the fat cat's thick hips. Cheshire purred in response; the sound vibrated through his body and down to the human he sat upon.
"Mind telling me why you are, uh...doing this?" the Master peeped, face going a bit red...and not likely simply because of the weight pressed over his chest.
"Well, I had a most filling meal - the Duchess is going to need a new footman - and thought I should rest my lovely laurels for a bit. You're soft, warm, squishable..."
The Master squeaked loudly as the cat ground his hips against him.
"MINE. This seemed a good spot!" the feline chirped chipperly.
"...You know, you get way too much enjoyment out of crushing me into the ground..."
Cheshire grinned widely, showing off each and every one of his sharp, white teeth.
"I know. And you wouldn't have it any other way..."
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So far, this is the only piece of Cheshire sitting on Rochak (my 'sona and his "Master," note the quotation marks) I've ever gotten. It was the work of Tarrenger on FurAffinity: a personal friend and much underrated artist and creator. At the time, the only image I had as a proper "reference" for Rochak was this one, so if his face and pose seem pretty similar to that one, that's why: Tarren didn't have much else to work with. XD
Since I've shown so much of the big, fat kitty doing his thing with his belly, I figured it was a good idea to share something with him using his rump to his advantage, too. ;)
