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James groaned as Surge made his way to the front door, the white raccoon glaring.

"Come on, dad, why do I need a babysitter?"

Surge gave the raccoon a stern look, pulling on a jacket. "Because the last time I left you home alone, you nearly burned the house down."

James rolled his eyes. "I kept it confined to the pan!"

The white fox shook his head with a sigh, his bushy tail flicking back and forth. "The answer is still no, James. I'm not leaving you home by yourself. You get into way too much trouble when I'm not around."

The raccoon huffed loudly, sticking his tongue out at Surge as he folded his arms across his chest. "You better not be leaving me with some creepy babysitter that treats me like I'm six."

A chuckle escaped Surge's muzzle. "Don't worry, James. I'm sure you and the babysitter will get along just fine. Probably a little too well."

James shrugged and gave a defeated sigh, turning his head with perked ears as a slender white cheetah padded into the front room. The raccoon paused for a moment to take in Frosty's choice of clothing: a form-fitting t-shirt and a pair of blue, cotton pajamas. He tilted his head to one side, then looked to Surge.

"Isn't Frosty going with you?"

Surge smirked. "Nope! I'm going out with friends tonight. Frosty's going to be keeping you company."

James's mouth fell open. "What? You're leaving the bitch in charge?"

Frosty cringed at this, and Surge scowled at the raccoon.

"I've told you not to call him that, James," the fox warned.

James gave Surge a smug grin. "Why not? You call him 'bitch' all the time, dad."

Surge's paw slapped over his face with a loud groan, and Frosty blushed deeply. Neither of the two seemed to be able to find words to contest James's observation, however. The raccoon enjoyed the awkward silence, that smug look plastered over his muzzle.

Surge's paw slid away from his face as the fox sighed deeply. He approached James, leaning down and wrapping his arms around the raccoon's waist. He embraced his son, pulling James against his white fur.

"Just promise me you won't terrorize Frosty, okay?"

James grinned to Surge, nodding to him as he was hugged. "I promise, Surge." The raccoon's fingers crossed behind his back as he spoke.

Surge gave him a suspicious gaze, but he nodded. "I'll hold you to that."

A honk alerted Surge to his ride. He hugged James tightly, then kissed the raccoon between the ears. James made a gagging sound upon being kissed, waving his paws at Surge to fend off any further attempts. Surge chuckled at this, standing upright and waving Frosty over.

Frosty slid his arms around Surge's waist and hugged him tightly, cuddling up to the white fox for a long moment. Surge leaned in and kissed his neck, then gave him a soft bite that made the cheetah shiver.

"Give me a call if James gets into any trouble. You know where to reach me."

Frosty nodded, his tail flicking back and forth anxiously. "Assuming I'm physically able to."

Surge smirked, poking the cheetah's nose. "As if you'd complain, if that were the case."

Another honk reminded Surge that his ride was waiting. He gave Frosty a kiss on the cheek, then hugged the cheetah once more. Frosty looked on as Surge pulled the front door open, waving to the pair before closing it behind himself. The cheetah's ears perked as he heard a car door thump closed, followed by a muffled rev as the vehicle pulled away. He turned to look over at James, who stuck his tongue out at the cheetah.

Frosty shook his head with a sigh. "Look, you're old enough to look after yourself. Don't burn the house down, and don't bother me unless you're bleeding, or dying."

James was a bit startled by the blunt response. Frosty was usually quite laid back and friendly. "Wow. What got up your butt, cheetah?"

Frosty huffed, turning and making his way to the kitchen. "Certainly not Surge."

James was about to follow Frosty into the kitchen, but stopped. "Wait, what?"

Frosty didn't respond as he stepped up to the fridge, hoping Surge had left them something to prepare for dinner. James's cane tapped on the kitchen floor as he slid in behind Frosty, peering over his shoulder.

"What did you mean by that, fuzzybutt?" the raccoon asked curiously. He deliberately allowed his small form to bump against Frosty as the cheetah bent down to open the fridge door.

"None of your business, coonie," Frosty growled to him, his tail thumping against the raccoon with mild agitation.

James huffed at the reply, trying to piece together what Frosty had been getting at. A lightbulb clicked on in his mind as it suddenly fell into place. A knowing grin spread over his lips as he leaned up, giving Frosty's ear a little nuzzle that made it flick, and caused Frosty to shiver.

"Oh, I get it now. Surge hasn't been giving you any, huh?"

Frosty stood upright abruptly, slamming the fridge shut hard enough to rattle several containers inside. "Fuck off, James."

The raccoon stepped back to give Frosty space, balancing against his cane as the cheetah stormed out of the kitchen. A dark smile crept over his muzzle as several ideas formed in his mind. His fuzzy tail flicked as he debated, chuckling quietly. Oh, he could have fun with this...

* * * * * * *

Frosty sprawled back in a soft recliner with a laptop perched on his thighs, his tail draped over the side of the chair. His fingers danced over the keyboard, distracting him from the soft tap of James's cane in the hallway. The cheetah's eyes remained focused on the glowing monitor as the albino raccoon snuck up behind him, peering over the top of the chair.

James grinned as he spied several images on Frosty's screen, depicting rather lewd actions between various anthropomorphic species. He couldn't help but notice that canines seemed to be a fairly common theme. Frosty was obliviously flipping through the images, the cheetah's paw slipping down into his lap.

James watched Frosty give his lap a gentle squeeze and a rub, feeling just a little flustered at the images Frosty was browsing. He couldn't resist interrupting the cheetah's quiet moment, however. James stood up and gave the back of Frosty's chair a firm bump, stepping aside to avoid the inevitable.

Frosty shrieked as the chair was jostled, sitting up abruptly and dumping his laptop onto the floor with a noisy clatter. His paw yanked down his shirt in a quick motion, covering up a distinct bulge in his pajamas. The cheetah's tail fluffed up, giving it a trademark bottle-brush appearance as Frosty sank into the chair, blushing intensely.

"James, I am going to murder you," he gasped, his heart pounding in his chest.

The raccoon laughed at Frosty's expense, shuffling around to the side of Frosty's chair and leaning against the armrest.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Frosty. I didn't know you were busy," James teased, still giggling.

Frosty adjusted his shirt to keep himself covered, pulling his legs up a bit to better hide his bulge. He couldn't lift his head to gaze up at James, however. He could feel his face burning with embarrassment. The raccoon chuckled, reaching down to pet Frosty gently behind the ears.

"Poor frustrated kitty. You must be so pent up," he observed.

Frosty grumbled softly, pulling away a little at James's soft touch. His ears were pressed flat against his head, the cat's paws fumbling uncomfortably in his lap. Frosty bent down to pick up his laptop, setting it on his thighs once more. He still didn't look up at James, nor did he say anything.

James chuckled at Frosty's lack of a verbal protest, bending down to give the cheetah's lap a grope. The cheetah's paws immediately rose up to swat the raccoon's fingers away, protecting his crotch from invasion. Frosty growled softly, pulling his knees up and sending his laptop sliding to the edge of the chair.

"Oh, knock it off," James chuckled, rubbing a paw along Frosty's thigh. "You know that you would love to let coonie touch you in all sorts of naughty ways."

Frosty whined in protest, hugging his knees firmly to his chest as he gave James a sideways glance, his cheeks still glowing. His ears perked up a little as the raccoon's paw continued to trace a path along the outside of his thigh, though he didn't look any less uncomfortable. A smirk crawled over the raccoon's lips as he gave Frosty's hip a squeeze.

"Just think, Frosty. You and me in a quiet room, all snuggled up close, with coonie's paws rubbing you all over, grinding against each other..."

An approving murr escaped the cheetah's throat, his body relaxing visibly at James's suggestive actions. As Frosty's knees sank away from his chest, James's paw snuck into the cheetah's lap. His fingers barely brushed over the outline of a bulge in Frosty's lap, causing the feline to shiver. This time, though, Frosty didn't shy away from the attention.

James grinned to himself, pushing his paw farther into Frosty's lap so that his palm was pressed flat against the cheetah's crotch. He could feel the warmth of Frosty's erection pressing through the pajamas. He leaned down, blowing ever so lightly into Frosty's ear, making it flick. He gave the tip of the cat's round ear a teasing lick, making Frosty gasp softly and let out a barely-audible whine. James felt almost guilty at what he was about to do.

Almost.

"Mmh, I don't think you really want it, though. I've seen you practically beg dad for it," he observed, speaking with a sultry tone in the cheetah's ear.

"Nh!" was all Frosty could manage to challenge his statement, squirming visibly.

James chuckled, licking the inside of Frosty's ear softly. "I didn't think so."

The raccoon continued to smirk as he pushed against Frosty's erection with his open palm. The motion caused Frosty to gasp loudly, his hips grinding up to meet James's fingers. The raccoon immediately drew his paw back, grinning down at the cheetah.

"Gotta show me that you really want it, spottybutt," he chuckled.

With that, James turned and rose to his feet, hobbling along as he made his way to his room. Frosty glanced around the side of his chair, watching the raccoon disappear into his bedroom and close the door behind him.

"What just happened?" he wondered aloud...

* * * * * * *

"Hey, Frosty, could you help me with something?" James called down the hall.

Frosty's ears perked upon hearing James's voice. He rolled his eyes, wondering what else the coon was up to. He pushed himself up from the recliner, setting his laptop aside. He moved into the doorway of James's room and peeked in, then canted his head to one side at the sight. James was fumbling with a length of nylon cord, a book laid open on the bed in front of him.

"What are you doing, coonie?" he inquired.

"Practicing my knots," he replied, his tongue poking out as he manipulated the ends of the rope to form a basic square knot.

"Well, what do you need my help with?"

James grinned. "Well, dad always manages to get out of my knots when I tie him up. Was hoping I could use you for practice."

"Hell no. I am not letting you tie me up," he replied immediately.

James lowered the rope, giving Frosty a knowing smirk. "Why not? Dad told me you're really good at tying his knot. Says you do it all the time."

"Uh...I..." Frosty stuttered to form a reply. Had that actually come out of James's mouth? His face went red with a deep blush as he fidgeted in the doorway.

James couldn't help but giggle at how uncomfortable Frosty looked. He could tell that the cat's mind was wandering, though, as a noticeable tent formed in the cheetah's pajamas. He'd definitely sparked quite a vivid scene for the cheetah.

"Aw, not gonna help? Guess I'll have to keep practicing on Surge, then."

"I hate you, James," Frosty stated simply as he turned, adjusting his pajamas so that the bulge wasn't quite so prominent. James could hear him grumbling to himself in frustration as he returned to the living room.

James almost had a gigglefit at Frosty's reaction. He was getting a kick out of tormenting the pent up cat. His plan wasn't fully carried out yet, however. He had plenty of other ideas to follow through on.

James set the nylon cord aside and picked up his cane, hopping off the bed. He hobbled out of his room, bushy tail flicking back and forth. He peered down the hall to make sure everything was clear, spotting the cheetah in the living room recliner. He snuck into the kitchen, grinning as he spotted a cluster of bananas on the counter. He plucked one from the bunch, clutching it in his paw as he returned to the living room.

Frosty's ears perked up as James deliberately tapped his cane firmly against the carpet with each step to announce his entrance. The cheetah's head twisted around, eyes falling on the banana in James's paw.

"Getting yourself a snack?"

James nodded. "Uh huh. Was feeling a little hungry, and I doubt you're going to cook anything for me."

"You make it sound like I want you...to...starve..."

Frosty trailed off as the raccoon quickly peeled the banana, then brought it to his lips. James didn't take a bite, however. Instead, he flicked his tongue out and licked the base of the banana where the peel was drawn away. His eyes glanced up to make sure that Frosty was watching, then slowly dragged his tongue upward. His tongue made a deliberately slow pass over the surface of the banana, scraping over the soft fruit.

Frosty grumbled at James's blatant display, turning away and focusing on his laptop screen. His fingers tapped over the keys as he resumed an online conversation, trying his best to ignore the raccoon's lewd actions. He was fairly certain that James was doing it at his expense.

James huffed, not getting the reaction he'd hoped for. He turned and shuffled back into the kitchen, tossing the banana in the trash. He needed something better. What could be more tormenting than eating a banana to a pent up cheetah, though? He looked around the kitchen, his eyes moving from one place to another. He paused when he focused on the freezer.

Bingo.

Frosty's ears perked as he heard a wrapper crinkling behind him. Now what? He turned to see what James was up to, and was greeted by a white raccoon holding a vanilla creamsickle. His tail flicked lightly as he watched James bring it up to his lips, nibbling softly at the end of the frozen treat.

James grinned as he watched Frosty's expression, then his dark tongue flicked out to lick around the top of the creamsickle. He circled it several times, then suckled softly on the end of it. He murred quietly as his tongue eased out suggestively, cradling the "underside" of the frozen snack and licking softly.

The cheetah shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he watched, his eyes fixated on James's suggestive motions. His mind wandered, his pajamas bulging at the lewd display. The vivid images that rolled through his mind only made matters worse.

The raccoon smirked around his snack, knowing that he had Frosty exactly where he wanted. He opened his muzzle just a bit, then slid the vanilla creamsickle into his jaws with a smooth motion. He suckled softly around it, then pulled his lips back with a wet slurp. A soft whine escaped Frosty's lips as he did this.

James eased the snack into his jaws again, bobbing his head softly back and forth over it in a slow, steady rhythm. A trickle of white, melted cream dripped down the side of his cheek as he did, enhancing the tormenting tease.

Frosty could feel his shaft throbbing in his pajamas, a paw unconsciously slipping down to rub over it. The display was too distracting for him to realize what the coon was up to. His fingers gently caressed back and forth over that tented fabric, causing him to shiver and groan quietly.

James made several more suggestive slurps, filling the living room with very convincing sounds. His bushy tail wagged back and forth, the raccoon quite satisfied with himself. He knew how riled up Frosty was getting, and he wanted to make sure that his letdown was equally as dramatic.

Frosty's paw moved from the outside of his pajamas to the waistline, tracing gently before his fingers slipped inside. He gasped quietly as his fingers touched his erect flesh, sending a pleasant shiver up his spine. James waited until Frosty's entire paw was inside of his pants, then slid his lips halfway down the vanilla treat. He paused a moment, then bit down firmly.

Frosty froze at the abrupt motion, his paw still tucked into his pajamas. The mood shifted quite suddenly as the raccoon crunched down on the creamsickle and swallowed. He licked his lips, then gave Frosty a nasty grin and returned to his bedroom to finish his treat, tail flicking back and forth behind himself.

Mission accomplished...

* * * * * * *

James's ears perked as he heard his name from the kitchen. He didn't respond right away, however. He wanted to see if Frosty would continue, come to his room, or give up.

"James!" the cheetah called out again.

The raccoon stifled a giggle as he heard irritated muttering from the kitchen. Most of it was directed at him.

"Coonie, if you don't get your ass in here, I'm not making you anything for dinner!"

James huffed at that. He considered ignoring the cheetah for a bit longer, but a rumbling growl from his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while, aside from the creamsickle he'd teased Frosty with. Might as well pay the cheetah a visit. Perhaps he could even get a bit more teasing in while he was at it.

James found Frosty hunched over the fridge as he had earlier, rummaging through and looking for something to cook for dinner. The cheetah's spotted tail was flicking back and forth slowly, almost begging to be pulled. James knew better, though. The last time he'd pulled Frosty's tail without warning, he'd almost received a concussion from the resulting cheetah paw that smacked him across the side of the head.

"Finding anything good?" James asked casually, giggling to himself when Frosty jumped.

Frosty grumbled at the startle, but shook his head. "Nuh. I was hoping there'd be some leftovers in the fridge, but it looks like I'll actually have to cook."

James shrugged lightly at this. "It's not a big deal. You're always a good cook, Frosty."

Frosty blushed a little at the compliment. It was actually quite surprising, coming from James, especially considering how the raccoon had been acting all evening. He couldn't help but wonder if he was up to something else, however.

"I'm sure there are a few things that I can rummage up, that won't take too long to cook."

James nodded, scooting in closer to the cheetah. He peered over Frosty's shoulder, gazing into the fridge, which looked quite empty. There were a few odds and ends scattered about, but nothing that was useful for a meal. The raccoon's eyes trailed down Frosty's body, however, when the cheetah backed up just a bit.

Frosty's rump bumped into James's lap as he moved, nearly pushing James over in the process. The raccoon's cane ducked back quickly to steady him, regaining his balance after a moment.

"Sorry," Frosty mumbled, resting one paw on the fridge door.

James grinned, his eyes resting on the clothed rump that was hovering mere inches in front of him. The sight was too inviting to pass up, especially for him. His bushy tail wagged as he smirked, clutching his cane in one paw. The raccoon's paws both rose up, resting on Frosty's hips and then giving a squeeze. The cheetah's ears stood upright immediately, his body tense.

"James, what are you..."

James cut Frosty off with an abrupt, firm grind against his butt. He pushed his lap against the cheetah's curved backside, causing Frosty to shiver and squirm forward. James's firm grip on his hips ensured that he wouldn't escape easily, however.

"You look so cute, bent over like that," he purred softly to the cheetah, leaning down and nuzzling one of his ears lightly and giving a nibble.

Frosty shivered again, a soft whine escaping his lips when James's teeth grazed over his sensitive ear. He tried to tug himself away again, but found himself oddly compelled to allow James to continue. The raccoon's lap pushed against his butt again, grinding up and down in a slow, deliberate motion. The cheetah's rump moved gently against James, the slender tail brushing up against the raccoon's waist.

James's paws began to gently rub up and down Frosty's hips, giving another squeeze. He could feel the cheetah's actions growing needier. Frosty didn't seem to be resisting him anymore, and was almost begging James to continue. James awarded the cheetah's willingness with a soft grope over his lap, his fingers kneading gently over a distinct bulge that had formed. Frosty whined quietly at the soft touch, pushing his hips forward into the raccoon's paw.

James wrapped his fingers around the cheetah's erect length, pressing the fabric of Frosty's pajamas tightly around it. He pushed his hips forward, grinding the cheetah's length into his paw. Frosty gasped, reaching up and pressing his paws against the freezer to steady himself.

The raccoon could feel his own body stirring, the teasing arousing himself as well as the cheetah he was tormenting. He could feel his length rising up in his shorts, grinding firmly against Frosty's backside. He would deal with that little issue on his own time.

The raccoon's soft tongue licked along the rim of Frosty's ear, tracing a small path of saliva over it. He nuzzled Frosty between the ears, then slowly licked along the other. Frosty was almost begging for it now, his hip motions becoming more pronounced and frequent. He could feel James's length pressing against the seam of his pajamas, nestling in against his rump.

Frosty reached back with a paw finally, rubbing over James's hip, then gave him a gentle squeeze to encourage him to continue. He wanted the raccoon to take him, right there in the kitchen. It had been so long since he'd last had sex that he didn't care.

James took this motion as his cue. He breathed softly into Frosty's ears, giving the cheetah's length a firm squeeze that made Frosty groan hotly. He pushed his erection against the cheetah's butt, making several slow, grinding passes against it.

Then, it ended.

The raccoon's paw slid away from Frosty's tented pajamas, drawing a whine of protest from the spotted feline. James kissed the back of Frosty's neck tenderly, then grinned as he stepped away, leaving the desperate cat propped up against the open fridge, presenting himself to the world like a bitch in heat. Frosty gazed over his shoulder with another soft whine, hoping that James would return.

"You're such a slut, Frosty," James said with a playful smirk. "You'll just flaunt your ass at anyone that shows interest, hoping you'll get their dick in you."

Frosty looked crushed. His ears fell at the raccoon's words, his posture sinking noticeably. "B-but..." He couldn't think of how to respond.

"Hope you get that little issue taken care of soon," the raccoon giggled, turning to make his way out of the kitchen.

Frosty felt a spark of rage igniting. The raccoon had been deliberately winding him up the entire night. This time, though, he'd gone too far. He stood up as James padded silently to his room, the silence broken by the occasional giggle. This only further enraged the frustrated cheetah.

James had suggested that Frosty take care of his issue soon, and he intended to do just that.

He quickly stepped out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway to Surge's room. He growled to himself as he rushed to the dresser, pulling open a drawer Surge had explicitly told him he wasn't allowed to touch, unless the fox was involved. His ears perked as he gazed into it, having never actually seen the contents before. There was a healthy assortment of toys and devices insides: dildos of various sizes, a few vibrators, bondage cuffs, a leash and collar, silk cloth, several restraint devices, and...

Frosty grinned, reaching into the drawer and grabbed exactly what he'd been looking for: a ball gag. It wasn't really necessary, as he could easily overpower James, but he didn't want the neighbors thinking James was being kidnapped. While that wasn't far from the truth, considering the plan Frosty was forming, he didn't want to take any chances.

He clutched the gag as he reached to push the sock drawer shut, but paused. One item stood out among the others in Surge's private collection, but not because it was unusual or unique. Frosty cocked his head to one side as he viewed a pair of simple white socks, balled together. They were tucked to the side of the drawer, surrounded by various sexual items.

Frosty pondered why Surge had a pair of socks in this drawer. He grinned when a sudden realization came to him. Surge's favorite snack was socks. The fox's unusual diet consisted entirely of clothing, but socks always seemed to be to Surge, what candy was to everyone else. What better way to tease the electric fox, than with a pair of socks that he can't swallow?

Frosty's plan shifted immediately. He dropped the ball gag in the drawer, reaching down to pluck the balled-up socks from within. He grinned, sliding the drawer shut and padding quickly toward the door. All he had to do now was catch the raccoon off guard. He peeked into the hallway, his ears perked as he listened intently.

"Eat flamethrower!"

Frosty jumped a bit at the outburst from James's room. He was rather baffled by the sudden shout, and stepped into the hallway to investigate. He peeked his head into the raccoon's open door, spotting James at his computer. He was wearing a pair of expensive headphones, tapping noisily at the keyboard. Despite the headphones, Frosty could clearly hear every gunshot and background effect from the game he was playing. The raccoon always seemed to have his volume way too high. It was a wonder he could hear at all. All the better for Frosty, though.

Despite how loud James's game was, Frosty was still careful to step lightly. His tail flicked as he slipped up to James's chair, peering over the top of it. The raccoon was muttering something to the game as he played, his tail thumping softly against the chair. Frosty gripped the sock ball between his paws, bringing them up slowly, hoping that James wouldn't turn or slide his chair back.

Frosty held his breath as he poised to strike, waiting for the perfect opportunity. The computer screen erupted in gunfire, drawing a heated outburst from the raccoon.

"TAKE THAT, YOU ENCLAVE SON OF A BI-MMPH!"

Frosty tugged sharply to wedge the sock ball between James's jaws, muffling his startled shout. The raccoon's paws immediately shot up to attempt to tug his attacker away, a sudden flick of his body tossing his headphones off. The cheetah stepped back and twisted James's chair abruptly, spinning the raccoon to face him. James's eyes went wide with shock as the white cheetah greeted him with an unsettling smirk.

A muffled flurry of protests erupted from the raccoon as he tried to tug the gag from his jaws and leap out of his chair. Frosty bent down in that instant, grabbing James around the waist. He used the raccoon's momentum to heft him over his shoulder, tossing James into a fireman carry. The raccoon's bushy tail lashed back and forth, his paws beating at the cheetah's back to get him to let go. Frosty was determined to follow through with his plan, however.

Frosty turned, grateful that James was such a light coon. He ducked out of the raccoon's bedroom, carrying him back to Surge's room. The white raccoon kicked his feet in the air, growling loudly as he bounced on Frosty's shoulder. As hard as he tried to escape, Frosty had him firmly clutched around the waist.

Despite being the only ones home, Frosty pulled the bedroom door closed behind him, moving cautiously to ensure that he didn't drop James. The raccoon continued to struggled and voice his protests to the cheetah, despite being entirely unintelligible.

Frosty slipped over to Surge's bed, then leaned forward and dumped James onto the bed. The raccoon bounced once before settling into the soft comforter, though he didn't remain there long. He attempted to push himself up, but was immediately shoved back onto the bed by a cheetah paw. James growled at this through the moist sock-gag, glaring up at Frosty. He tried to pry the cheetah's paw off his chest, but Frosty had most of his weight resting on it.

"Sorry for the rough handling, coonie, but I'm taking your advice for once."

James gave him a questioning look, coupled with a glare that could've made Frosty think twice about what he was doing. The cheetah was determined to put the raccoon in his place, though. He'd had quite enough of James's constant teasing and trickery.

Frosty opened the dresser next to Surge's bed and produced a pink silk scarf. He was well versed in its intended use, having been the recipient of it several times. James was also quite familiar, recognizing the scarf immediately. He shoved firmly with a squeal of protest as Frosty hopped onto the bed, then straddled the raccoon's hips. He kept his weight resting on his paw, ensuring that James was unable to sit up and push him off.

"I thought you would recognize this," Frosty teased, waving the scarf in front of James with a free paw. "Surge tells me he's used it on you on more than one occasion, when you needed a timeout."

James growled deeply at Frosty, reaching up to push him off. Frosty immediately snatched his wrist, looping the scarf around it once. He finally released his hold against the raccoon's chest, grabbing James's other wrist. He pinned the raccoon's paws together, looping the scarf around both wrists now and pulling it tight.

Frosty tugged the end of the scarf to ensure that James wouldn't be able to slip out of it. Satisfied with his work, he leaned over the raccoon and looped the end of the scarf around the top of the bed frame. He tugged to pull James's arms over his head, then tied the scarf securely to the bed. James whimpered at the situation, his struggles weakening as Frosty sat up on his hips.

"You know, I can see why Surge gets such a kick out of this. You look so cute, all tied up and helpless."

James replied with a tone of hostility, though the bundle of socks wedged between his jaws muffled everything. Frosty couldn't help but grin at James's expense, rocking his hips back and forth over the raccoon's lap as he continued to struggle.

"It'll be much more enjoyable for both of us if you just settle down, coonie. I might even make it fun for you."

Despite Frosty's reassurance, James didn't seem interested in complying. He lifted his hips away from the bed to push the cheetah off, though the motion only served to rub his lap against Frosty's backside. The white feline grinned, licking his lips as he leaned down.

"So eager to tease a cheetah, are we?" Frosty asked softly. "I think it's about time the cat turned the tables."

Frosty rubbed his paws over James's chest as the white raccoon tugged against the scarf that bound his wrists. He worked them slowly down the raccoon's slender frame, kneading gently as he went. His fingers pressed softly over James's waist, making the raccoon jump and giggle. Frosty perked up at this, grinning.

"Oh, so coonie is ticklish? This could be fun."

Though Frosty couldn't understand the words that James attempted to form, the raccoon's expression was distinct enough. "Don't you dare" was clearly portrayed as Frosty's fingers worked gently up and down the raccoon's waist.

Frosty worked the bottom of James's shirt up, exposing the raccoon's soft, fuzzy belly. He let his fingers dance softly over the bare fur, causing James to squirm and giggle softly. The raccoon was clearly trying to fight the urge, though, not wanting to give Frosty the satisfaction. The cheetah took this as a sign that he needed to try harder.

The feline's fingers pressed a little more firmly against James's waist, determined to tease James as much as he could before moving on. The raccoon tensed up, trying to pull himself away from Frosty's teasing fingers as he giggled loudly. His bushy tail thumped loudly against the bed as he bit down firmly on the socks, trying to muffle himself.

Frosty finally relented, rubbing his paws upward beneath James's shirt. He caressed slowly over the raccoon's chest, letting his rump settle down in James's lap. The raccoon's squirming caused him to grind against the cheetah's backside, making Frosty blush softly.

"Coonie, if you don't stop squirming like that, you're going to get a cheetah riled up very quickly," Frosty warned. "Am I gonna have to tell foxy what you did with the last babysitter?"

James actually blushed at this, finally realizing that his lap was pressed firmly against the cheetah's rump. He'd been too focused on escaping to notice, previously. He finally calmed at the mention of the last babysitter, though, which had met an untimely end in the coons...end.

"That's better," Frosty purred softly, giving his hips a soft rock that made James shiver.

Frosty pushed himself forward, lifting himself onto his knees and gazing down at James with a smile. He leaned down so that he was hovering over James on all-fours, his muzzle only a few inches from the raccoon's. James gazed intently into the cheetah's eyes wondering what Frosty was planning to do.

"It's nice to be on the other side of things, for once," the cheetah said with a giggle. "Even subby little kitties get the urge to be in control once in a while."

James muttered something around the mouthful of socks, then huffed and made a face that made Frosty chuckle.

"What's the matter, coonie? Don't like the socks?" He leaned in closer, licking James's nose. "Dad loves having socks stuffed in his mouth."

James wiggled his muzzle in protest at the lick, forming a scowl at the cheetah. He was no longer struggling, though, which prompted Frosty to ease up on him a bit.

"Tell you what, coonie. I'll take the gag out if you promise to be good. But if you make a racket, or say something kitty doesn't like..." Frosty grinned as he gave the ball of socks a little poke.

James pondered the offer for a moment, chewing lightly around the socks. He'd been trying to work the ball free the entire time, but Frosty had tucked them in quite securely. He nodded reluctantly, preferring to take his chances with the cheetah's intentions.

Frosty smiled and kissed James between the ears, tracing a paw lightly over the raccoon's shoulder. "That's a good boy. Say ah."

James muffled an "ah" sound, taking Frosty quite literally. His jaw relaxed around the sock gag as Frosty reached up, pinching the end of the dampened ball and tugging it free. James licked his lips and let out a deep sigh of relief, glaring up at Frosty.

"I suppose this is for all that teasing, huh?" James asked.

Frosty nodded, licking the raccoon's nose again. "Uh huh. You're just lucky I don't give you a timeout the way dad does."

"You wouldn't have the balls," James huffed, trying to push Frosty away.

James shrieked as he watched the cheetah's pink maw gape open in front of his face, lunging over his head in a smooth motion. Frosty's tongue lapped and mashed itself against the raccoon's face, the raccoon's body thrashing against the bed as he tried to pull himself free. Frosty growled around James's head, gulping softly to knead over the raccoon's muzzle with his slick throat.

Muffled protests and whines escapes the raccoon as Frosty gulped again, tugging James's head in a bit deeper. Frosty paused, purring quietly around the raccoon's head, his lips wrapped snugly over his neck. He then pulled back suddenly, James's head sliding out with a wet slurp.

The raccoon panted quickly, his eyes wide as he flopped into the bed. His heart raced as his chest rose and fell, his small form almost completely motionless for a moment.

"Don't tease the cheetah," Frosty warned, grinning down at James smugly. "I promised I'll be nice if you're good. But that means you have to cooperate."

Frosty slid back on the bed, then stretched himself out and laid down on top of James, resting his head on the raccoon's chest and looking up at him. Frosty wiggled lightly against him, then immediately became aware that he was being poked. He pushed himself away from the bed and peered down, grinning at the sight that greeted him.

"Someone got a little excited by that."

"Sh-shut up," James whined, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

"Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Surge tells me about how much you love curling up inside of daddy's belly."

James whined in protest, his ears flattening. Frosty chuckled, tail flicking as he knelt up. He slid down slowly, wiggling his hips in the air until his head was at level with the raccoon's belly. Frosty purred as he pushed up James's shirt with his muzzle, resting his paws on either side of the raccoon. He leaned down and nuzzled over James's fuzzy belly, making him giggle softly.

Frosty licked over James's belly softly, letting his rough tongue tickle him. James tried his hardest to hold back his giggling, but the cheetah's tongue proved to be more skilled than his fingers. Frosty smirked as he felt James shivering, letting his rough tongue lap and smooth down the raccoon's silky fur.

James tried to tug and pull himself away from the cheetah's tickling tongue, but Frosty's paws slid down to hold his hips in place. The cheetah's fingers squeezed and rubbed over the raccoon's hips as he slid down a little farther, the pink tip of his tongue dancing along the edge of the raccoon's shorts. He could smell the scent of the raccoon's arousal rising from within, spurring him to get a better look. Frosty let go of James's hips to move his paws to his lap, snapping the button of his pants open and unzipping him slowly.

Frosty slid himself to the side to straddle James's good leg, letting his perkiness rub up against the raccoon's knee. He tugged the raccoon's pants down a few inches, grinning as a firm ebony shaft rose up to meet him. He kissed the end of the raccoon's length softly, drawing a startled squeak from the raccoon. James's hips pushed up gently at the teasing kiss, bumping himself against the cheetah's lips.

The feline's pink tongue slid out and softly licked the end of James's length, drawing a firm thrust from him. He backed his head away to prevent the ebony length from pushing right into his muzzle, giggling quietly.

"Someone's enjoying himself," he purred, giving James's hips a squeeze as he inched the raccoon's pants a bit lower.

Before James could reply, the cheetah slurped over the end of his length again. The only response the raccoon could form was a groan of satisfaction, his length throbbing. James wasn't the only one riled up, however. Frosty ground his hips softly against the raccoon's knee, pushing his erection against James in slow, rhythmic motions.

"Thought you were...getting revenge for me teasing you," James gasped, his length pulsing again when Frosty slurped at it softly.

Frosty grinned. "I am."

He didn't explain further, his lips parting as he lowered his head. He eased a few inches of the raccoon's ebony length into his muzzle, letting it rub softly over his tongue. He purred lightly around it, the soft rumbling sending pleasant vibrations over James's shaft. He sighed happily at the taste, his fingers squeezing the raccoon's hips.

James rocked his hips gently against the cheetah's muzzle, groaning as the feline's rough tongue cradled and licked along the underside of his length. A throb of pleasure coated Frosty's tongue with salty pre, which he was all too eager to swallow. He eased his muzzle back, then slowly took more of the warm length into his jaws.

The raccoon couldn't help but wonder what exactly Frosty was getting at, by going down on him. If anything, the cheetah was only teasing himself, feeling the cat's warm length pulsing against his leg. He was enjoying the attention all the same, though, tugging gently against the scarf that bound his wrists as the cat suckled on his throbbing erection.

Frosty pushed his muzzle down to the base of the raccoon's length, letting the tip of it caress the back of his throat. James whimpered with pleasure as the cheetah's tongue teased over the base, the soft flesh of the cat's throat teasing his tip. Frosty gulped lightly over it, slurping wetly around the length before he slowly drew his lips off the shaft.

James tried to push his hips up to slip his length inside once more, but Frosty pushed his hips back down to the bed. He licked over the tip of the raccoon's length several times, making James squirm violently as the sensitive region was teased. The cheetah sat up, purring softly as he blew gently over the damp member, sending a shiver up the raccoon's back.

"D-don't stop," James whined softly, lifting his head to give Frosty a pleading look.

The cheetah grinned back at him, resting his cheek against a paw, tracing his fingers over James's throbbing length with the lightest touch. He enjoyed watching James squirm each time his fingers danced over the tip of his shaft, gasps of pleasure escaping the raccoon's muzzle.

"You know, you're actually rather cute when you're the bitch," Frosty cooed, his tail waving through the air rhythmically.

"Y-you were the one with your muzzle wrapped around my cuck," James breathed, his heart thumping as he burned with pent-up need.

The cheetah's head canted, a soft giggle escaping his muzzle as James's usually subdued accent stood out. "Wrapped around your what?"

"Cuuuck," James replied, making a long "oo" sound in the process.

"You mean COCK?"

James huffed at this, sticking his tongue out at the cheetah. "Don't make me rape you."

Frosty reached up, plucking the pink fabric as if it were a guitar string. "I'm not the one tied to the bed, coonie."

The cheetah slid back down, resting his cheek on the raccoon's belly, that throbbing black spire pressed against James's belly just short of his muzzle. He reached up and stroked a finger gently along the vein that traveled down the underside, enjoying the throb that it produced. He leaned his head down to slowly flick his tongue over the tip of James's length, the raccoon's hips thrusting toward him with a needy groan.

James lifted his head, watching as Frosty reached over to Surge's dresser and fumbled through the drawer. He slid back down onto the bed, clutching a small, clear bottle in his paw. The raccoon's ears perked up when he heard the snap of the lid opening, focused on the cheetah.

"Wait...what are you doing with that?" James asked.

Frosty flipped the bottle and squeezed a blob of lube into his paw, then snapped the bottle shut. "Getting what I want."

Frosty grinned up at the raccoon as he pressed his paw against his throbbing length, smearing the slick lubricant over the shaft. He slowly rubbed his paw back and forth, then wrapped his paw around James's shaft and squeezed. The raccoon gasped loudly as Frosty squeezed again, working his paw smoothly back and forth over the raccoon's throbbing black length to slicken it.

Satisfied that the raccoon's length was sufficiently coated, Frosty reached down and tugged at the waist of his pants. He slid them off his hips as James watched intently, rocking his hips side to side. He worked his pajamas off inch by inch, until his pink length sprung free. He grinned at the raccoon that was watching his striptease, winking to him before he neatly slipped out of his pajamas. He tossed the pants off the bed, placing his arms behind his head and stretching out, flaunting his body at the needy raccoon.

A little whine from James's direction invited Frosty to resume what he'd been planning. Frosty slid forward and threw a leg over James's waist. He grinned down at James as he wiggled his hips, straddling the raccoon's waist and leaning down. He placed his paws on either side of James's head, bending down and giving him a kiss on the nose.

James glanced down as Frosty leaned up, watching the cheetah's hips ease back until they were hovering over his ebony length. The cheetah's erect shaft was throbbing firmly, pressed up against his belly proudly. James would've reached out to touch it, if he could.

The spotted white feline groaned softly with anticipation when the slick tip of James's length poked against his fuzzy sac. He reached down with his lube-slickened paw, gently gripping the base of the raccoon's length and angling it up.

He lowered his hips until the tip pressed against his pink tailhole, pausing a moment. He wiggled his hips back and forth over it, smearing some of the lube, as well as the raccoon's slick pre. The motion caused James to gasp, his sensitive tip being teased by that warm entrance.

"Still think I'm the one being teased, coonie?" Frosty asked with a grin, pushing his free paw against the raccoon's chest to balance.

"C-come on, Frosty...this isn't fair," James whined, trying to push himself into the cheetah.

Frosty lifted his hips as James pushed, preventing the raccoon from penetrating. He reached up and tapped his nose with a finger, wagging it at him.

"Ah-ah. You'll get it when I think you're ready for it."

James whined again, his cheeks pink as Frosty pushed down gently, letting that throbbing tip press against his warm ring. He lifted up again, wiggling his rump back and forth over the tip of the raccoon's length. The sensation was overwhelming, and the fact that the cheetah was deliberately teasing him was almost too much for the little raccoon.

The look of desperate need on James's face was exactly what Frosty was waiting for. He churred softly as he leaned down, licking over the raccoon's muzzle. He lowered his hips slowly, letting the tapered black tip push up against his pink star. The two shared a mutual groan of pleasure as the cheetah's hips lowered, allowing the slickened tip to gently spread him.

Frosty paused a moment with just the tip resting inside of his warm pucker, squeezing himself lightly over the raccoon. James gasped at the pressure, pushing his hips up. Frosty allowed the raccoon to thrust this time, gasping as the shaft pushed into his warm depths. He clenched lightly over it as he rocked his hips slowly at first, a glob of warm pre dripping down his pink shaft.

Frosty licked affectionately over James's ears, purring to him as he lowered his hips until he was comfortably seated in the raccoon's lap. He ground softly against James's thighs, working the raccoon's length inside of his tight passage.

"Mmh, you're such a slut," James said through a groan of pleasure, pushing himself firmly against the cheetah's perky butt.

"I figured you'd...nngh...had enough teasing," Frosty purred back to him.

The cheetah lifted his lips slowly, withdrawing the raccoon's length from his backside. He paused, biting his lower lip before his hips sank down once more. He arched his back as he shivered, working himself in a slow rhythm. His body rose and fell in graceful motions, his backside squeezing gently each time he settled into James's lap.

James growled to the cheetah, thrusting into him with a quick motion. Frosty gasped and pushed his paw against James's chest, a spurt of pre landing on the raccoon's white belly. He blushed as he picked up the pace quite a bit, the bed beginning to bounce as he sank onto the raccoon's length. James was eager to match the cheetah's riding, lifting his hips from the bed to drive his length into the cheetah's fleshy depths.

"Mmh, so eager to take coonie's cuck, huh?" James asked with a grin. "You don't care who fucks you, do you, you little slut?"

Frosty stopped abruptly, his hips resting snug against James's lap. He seemed to stare off into space for a moment as James's words sank in.

"C'mon, slutty kitty, you're not done yet," James growled playfully with a firm thrust.

Frosty's ears pinned back as James continued to verbally prod at him, the cheetah growling quietly. He lifted his hips abruptly, the raccoon's slickened length tugging free of his stretched backside with a lewd slurp. He moved onto all-fours, climbing up the bed until his knees were resting against the raccoon's shoulders.

"Suck," Frosty ordered, sitting down on James's chest quickly enough to make the raccoon grunt.

James's head lifted at the blunt demand, the cheetah's erect flesh hanging in front of his vision. "What?"

"I said suck," Frosty said again in a stern voice.

The cheetah reached down, his fingers wrapping around the scruff of James's neck and pulling his head closer. He pushed the tip of his shaft against the raccoon's nose, smearing slick pre over it. The scent of musk filled James's nostrils, wrinkling his muzzle at the slickness that dripped over him.

"B-but...we were having fu-mmh!"

Frosty didn't hesitate to thrust forward as James protested, pushing his hard flesh right into the raccoon's mouth. James's eyes went wide at the abrupt motion, his cheeks burning as he blushed. The cheetah growled quietly at the pleasant warmth as his length slid over the raccoon's tongue, his paw easing up to the back of James's head.

The raccoon tugged against his silk binding as Frosty began to gently push his hips back and forth, feeling that pink flesh pushing deeper into his muzzle. He was still a bit stunned at the cheetah's forwardness, but Frosty's paw on the back of his head ensured that he wasn't able to pull away.

"Better give it some good slurps," Frosty groaned to James, a spurt of slick pre coating the raccoon's tongue. "You're gonna need it."

James would've asked what Frosty was getting at, if he had been able to. A soft squeeze to the back of his head coaxed him into compliance, suckling gently over Frosty's length. The cheetah purred his approval, the pleasure building as the raccoon's warm tongue began to lick over his length in earnest. Considering how riled up he was, Frosty knew that he would have to pull out soon, lest he lose his load in James's mouth.

"Mmmh, almost done, coonie," the cheetah purred, his tail lashing back and forth through the air as he groaned.

James continued to lick over Frosty's shaft as he suckled harder on it, assuming that the feline meant he was about to reach his peak. His conclusion wasn't that far from the truth, though Frosty had other plans. The cheetah panted softly as he gave a firm thrust into James's maw, pushing the entire length past his lips. He held it there for several seconds, letting the raccoon gulp and slurp noisily over his length before he pulled out.

James made a cute whimper as the cheetah's shaft slid free of his lips, tasting the cat's musk still. He licked his lips and tried to lean forward to slurp over Frosty's length again, but a firm grip at the back of his head stopped him short.

"Ah-ah, we're done with that, now," Frosty scolded. "I must admit, though, it did feel nice. Might have to make you blow me properly sometime, coonie."

James's cheeks grew incredibly hot at Frosty's suggestion. He wondered what else Frosty had in mind as the cheetah kneeled up, wiggling himself down James's body. The raccoon shivered when he felt his erect black length bump against Frosty's backside, hoping that the cheetah would sit down. He thrust his hips softly against Frosty's rump, a spurt of pre gracing the cheetah's soft fur.

James whined as Frosty continued to slide back, his paws rubbing gently over the raccoon's waist and hips. He gazed down at the erect black spire that begged for attention, but he didn't touch it. Frosty perched over James's thighs as he rubbed and kneaded along his hips, licking his lips with anticipation.

Frosty squeezed over the raccoon's hips, but then twisted abruptly. James yelped as he was unexpectedly flipped over, ending up on his stomach with his face in the bed. His protests were muffled for several seconds before he lifted his head, gazing over his shoulder at the spotted white cat.

"Frosty?"

The cheetah grinned as he gazed down at the raccoon's bare rump, that bushy white tail flicking back and forth. He slipped his paws up to James's perky cheeks, giving them a soft squeeze as he purred.

"And now, I'm going to get what I want," Frosty cooed softly.

James let out a startled yip when Frosty's paw gripped the base of his tail firmly, tugging it up to reveal the raccoon's black pucker. His other paw reached down, stroking over his shaft to smear the warm drool that still clung to it. Frosty growled approvingly at the sight of the exposed raccoon as he leaned down, aiming his tip toward that warm entrance. James actually lifted his hips, offering himself to the cheetah as he felt the tip poke against his backside.

Frosty didn't waste any time, pushing the dripping tip of his length into James's dark ring. The raccoon cried out at the abrupt penetration, his body clenching as his rump was stretched. Frosty let go of his length and reached up, placing his paw next to James's shoulder. The other squeezed the base of the raccoon's tail, keeping it lifted away as he pushed his hips forward.

James whimpered each time Frosty rocked forward, sinking more of that throbbing pink length into his body. He closed his eyes tightly as he was stretched over that shaft, letting out a groan of satisfaction when he felt the cheetah's groin press snugly against his butt. Frosty rested a moment before giving a firm push, causing the raccoon to cry out as the cheetah's tip mashed itself into his sensitive flesh.

"Such a good boy," Frosty purred into James's ear. "Kitty wants to hear coonie moan for him as he's being fucked."

James nodded, biting his lip softly as Frosty drew his hips back. The cheetah only gave him a moment to gather himself before slamming back in, burying the length of his shaft inside once more. James gasped loudly at the quick motion of Frosty's hips, clenching around the cheetah's member. Frosty drew back and made another quick thrust, growling hotly as his length dribbled slick pre into the raccoon to lubricate his thrusts.

Frosty squeezed the raccoon's tail as he began to thrust his hips back and forth at a moderate pace, driving his throbbing flesh into the raccoon's hole. James tried to match the cheetah's pace with rocking motions of his own, his erect length grinding into the bed. He whimpered and moaned softly each time the cat pushed in, his dark flesh gripping firmly around him.

A soft growl escaped the cheetah's throat as he leaned down over the raccoon, his teeth

nibbling gently along the raccoon's neck. He quickened his pace as he nuzzled upward along James's ears, panting heavily over them. With all the fooling around and passionate lovemaking the two had already shared, Frosty knew he wouldn't last long, but he was going to make every second count.

The raccoon's body burned with deep passion as the white feline's pace became almost bestial. The bed bounced and creaked noisily with the growing intensity of their motions, the raccoon panting. Frosty growled into his ear as he rammed his hips forward with each thrust now, the raccoon's body squirming beneath him. Each thrust pushed the raccoon's erect black length into the bedding, a wet spot spreading beneath him as he dripped with excitement.

Frosty wrapped his jaws around the scruff of James's neck and tugged softly, pulling his head back. He panted heavily over the back of James's neck as he squeezed the base of the raccoon's tail, the pressure building as he neared his peak quickly.

"Rrrh, almost there," Frosty growled, biting down on his mouthful of raccoon scruff.

Frosty gasped as James squeezed firmly over his length, giving a rough shove into that tight passage. The raccoon kept himself clenched as Frosty neared his finish, drawing the cheetah quickly to his peak. Frosty let out a low, deep groan as he clamped his jaws tightly around the back of James's neck, making the raccoon go nearly limp.

The cheetah made several quick, short thrusts into the raccoon's rump, shaking with pleasure as his shaft throbbed. His toes curled as he erupted in ecstasy, his shaft splattering the raccoon's insides with thick cream. He continued to thrust gently, grinding himself deep in that tight rump as a satisfied groan escaped his lips.

James shivered as Frosty grew still, feeling that sticky warmth spreading into his bowels. He panted heavily, his body burning from the intensity of Frosty's motions. He ground his hips back against Frosty's throbbing length, causing the cheetah to gasp loudly and release his scruff.

"H-Hey...that isn't nice," Frosty breathed, catching his breath as he came down from his peak.

James giggled quietly, idly grinding his erect length down into the bed. He was so close to his peak, but now that the cheetah had calmed down, he was losing that sexual high. Frosty could sense his need, releasing the raccoon's tail to gently rub his paws along James's waist. He gave a few playful thrusts into the raccoon's backside that made James gasp, though the rush of intense pleasure from his over-stimulated shaft nearly made him collapse.

James whined quietly at the teasing thrusts, peeking over his shoulder. "Y-you gonna finish coonie off?"

Frosty grinned as he slipped his paws lower to caress over the raccoon's hips. "I might. What's in it for me?"

The raccoon whimpered to Frosty, grinding himself over the cat's shaft. "Come on, Frosty, this isn't fair."

The feline gave James's hips a firm squeeze to prevent him from pushing back, pushing down to keep him pinned against the bed. "Was it fair that you were teasing a cheetah all evening?"

James opened his mouth to speak, but he knew he'd been defeated. His shaft throbbed beneath him, reminding him just how pent up he was now. He needed to get off.

"No, I think I'm just gonna leave you like this, coonie. Someone has to teach you a lesson for teasing a pent up cheetah."

James groaned at this. "Hrmph. I'm gonna get you back for this, Frosty. Just you wait."

Frosty chuckled, his tail idly flicking from side to side. "What was that? You want to be left tied up on the bed until Surge gets home? That can easily be arranged."

"You wouldn't," James whined, his mind racing over how Surge would react to seeing a naked coon with a raging erection tied to his bed.

"Do you want to find out?" Frosty asked, kneading the raccoon's hips.

"N-no. I don't want that. Anything but that," he admitted.

Frosty's ears perked. "Anything?"

The cheetah grinned, bending down to lick over the back of James's neck. A devious idea formed in his mind that he knew would humiliate James, likely forcing the coon to think twice about tormenting a cheetah in the future.

"I don't like the sound of that," James said quietly.

Frosty didn't say a word as he squeezed James's hips again, pulling himself back and withdrawing his softening length with a wet slurp. A soft murr escaped James's lips as the two were separated, leaving him with a very empty feeling. He wiggled his rump at the cheetah, but jumped when Frosty gave his backside a firm swat.

The cheetah climbed over James after smacking his rear, reaching up to fumble with the knot that tied the raccoon to the bed. He pulled it loose, allowing James to scoot himself back and sit up. He didn't undo the knot at James's wrists, however. James sat up on the bed, gazing down at the erect length that dripped against his belly. Without hesitation, he reached down to trace his fingers over the slickened flesh.

Frosty grabbed the end of the silk fabric, pulling James's paws away from his shaft. "Ah-ah, I didn't say you could do that."

James tugged at the scarf, trying to pull it out of Frosty's paws. The cheetah grinned, keeping a firm grip on it as he moved closer to James. The raccoon gazed into Frosty's eyes as the cheetah leaned in, until they were inches apart. Frosty licked his lips as he leaned closer until their noses bumped, then kissed the raccoon deeply.

James blushed as the cheetah pulled away then licked over his cheeks. The raccoon wiggled his muzzle, trying to lean away as Frosty's rough tongue began to lap over his cheeks and neck in earnest. The feline purred approvingly at the taste, discovering that James's fur seemed to have the slightest hint of blackberry to it. He'd been oblivious to this fact when he glomped over the raccoon's head earlier. This only coaxed him to explore more of the raccoon's head, working his way up.

James gasped when Frosty's tongue found its way to his ears, sending a shiver up his back. He tried pushing Frosty away, but the cheetah's arms wrapped around his chest and hugged him close, pinning James's paws between the pair. The feline growled playfully into James's ear, pulling the raccoon into his lap and letting the boy's ebony member push against his soft belly. James couldn't help but grind gently, enjoying the feel of that silky fur against his throbbing length.

"I think it's getting close to your bedtime, coonie," he purred into James's ear.

"N-no it's not...it's...nowhere close..." James whined, distracted by cheetah's teasing licks.

"I'm the one in charge here," Frosty giggled, slipping his muzzle completely over the raccoon's ear to suckle on it. "And I say it's time to tuck you into bed."

James squeaked when Frosty hugged him tightly, his bushy tail wagging as he streaked the cheetah's white fur with pre. He was about to protest the feline's decision, but hesitated when he felt the cheetah's hot breath against his head. Curious, he lifted his head. He let out a surprised "eep!" when the cheetah's gaping pink maw greeted him, having only a moment to register it before Frosty lunged forward.

The cheetah slid his jaws smoothly over the small raccoon's face, glomping around it with a wet slurp. Strings of slick drool dripped over James, matting down his fur as Frosty squeezed him rather possessively. James struggled in Frosty's arms, his heart beating faster as he felt that humid breath rushing over his face.

Frosty cooed his approval at the taste of the raccoon in his jaws, that unique blackberry tang spreading through his maw. His paws kneaded firmly over James's back as he pushed his jaws farther over the boy, his teeth combing through the soft white fur. The cheetah paused when he felt James's nose poke into the soft flesh at the back of his throat. He grinned around the raccoon's neck as James's paws pushed in vain, his firm grip around the boy keeping him snug.

James squirmed and whimpered when he felt the feline gulp softly, that soft flesh spreading over his muzzle and tugging it in. A soft growl rang in his ears as Frosty nibbled over his neck, the cheetah's jaws stretching over his shoulders gradually.

The feline hungrily gulped over James's shoulders, cooing happily again as he hunched over the boy. He worked his jaws gently back and forth as soft swallows kneaded the squirming raccoon deeper into his throat. The cheetah's rough feline tongue lapped over the boy's chest, coating it with slick drool to ease his passage.

James's mind raced as the felt the rippling flesh guiding him deeper, trying to pull himself away from Frosty. With the cheetah's jaws sliding farther down his body, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult. Despite the fear rushing over him, James couldn't help but enjoy the guilty pleasure of being devoured by the slinky cheetah. He could only imagine what Frosty must look like while swallowing him.

Frosty relaxed his grip on James, one arm still embracing the boy while he snuck a paw between them. He felt James shudder violently as he wrapped his paw around the raccoon's throbbing length, stroking slowly over the erect flesh. He vaguely heard a muffled moan from within his throat, grinning around his mouthful.

James whimpered as he felt Frosty tighten his grip, humping gently into the cheetah's soft paw. The sensations were almost too much for him. The fear was slowly being replaced by desire, his struggles weakening as Frosty's soft gulps coaxed his slender frame deeper.

A firm squeeze caused James to groan sharply, a spurt of warm pre landing on Frosty's chest. The cheetah's free paw slid down James's back until it rested on the raccoon's butt, giving a playful squeeze. He then shoved the raccoon's butt toward his jaws with a deep gulp, growling as his throat was stretched around the boy's torso.

James squirmed when he felt himself being lifted into the air, the cheetah's head tilting back. The raccoon slid downward abruptly, his slippery body gliding down the cheetah's throat with little to hinder his descent. Frosty gulped gently to guide him down, feeling James's head nearing his belly. His paw released the raccoon's shaft when he was at the boy's waist, halting his descent for a moment with a firm grip around the thighs.

Frosty purred as he felt the heat of James's erection radiating against his chin. He grinned around his waist, gulping softly to tease the raccoon. James squirmed in response to the kneading flesh, kicking his feet helplessly in the air. Frosty gently tugged him in while letting his rough tongue slip out past his lower jaw, easing beneath the raccoon's length. James gasped and thrust his hips forward, his toes curling as the cheetah's tongue caressed over his sensitive flesh. He was so riled up he could barely stand it, wanting nothing more than to blow his load.

Frosty had no intention of satisfying that need for him, however. His only desire was to have a squirming raccoon stuffed into his gut. James would have to take care of his little problem on his own.

The cheetah's tongue licked slowly back and forth across James's erection as the raccoon whimpered, muffled sounds of pleasure rising from Frosty's innards. He swallowed over the raccoon's body, feeling the boy's muzzle pushing up against the entrance to his stomach. There was a moment of resistance before the muscled ring spread over James's face, greeting the raccoon with the acrid stench of a predatory feline's stomach.

James thrust his hips desperately over the cheetah's tongue, feeling an intense climax approaching quickly. He was wild with pleasure, most of his body being kneaded and caressed by the cheetah's warm, slick flesh. Frosty growled around the raccoon as he leaned his head back farther, holding the raccoon in place for a moment before a strong wave of motion tugged James's hips down his throat.

The raccoon's head was abruptly introduced to the cheetah's gut, the front of the feline's body bulging obscenely around the white raccoon's body. James whined in protest as another deep gulp pinned his erection against his stomach, giving him little room to thrust. The kneading motions of the cheetah's throat kept him on edge, however.

Frosty purred around the raccoon as he watched a pair of silvery feet descending toward his jaws. He slid his paws down the raccoon's legs and then rubbed his fingers firmly over the fuzzy feet. James giggled as his fleshy pads were touched, his feet kicking harmlessly in the air. The raccoon started to curl up in Frosty's stretching belly, nearly tucked away completely in the cheetah's body.

A rough feline tongue flicked over the raccoon's ankles, his fingers squeezing around James's feet playfully as he guided them into his jaws. His tongue lapped over the top of the raccoon's feet, then curled over them as he gulped softly. The raccoon giggled as Frosty's tongue teased over his sensitive pads, occasionally flicking between his digits.

The cheetah enjoyed the raccoon's paws for several seconds before another satisfying gulp rippled over his body, tucking the rest of the raccoon into his throat. Frosty rubbed his paws over the front of his body, feeling the bulges slipping down his throat as he eased the raccoon the rest of the way down.

Frosty rolled onto his back as James was tucked completely into his stomach, the raccoon curled up snug inside. He rubbed his paws over his belly, groaning with deep satisfaction as he licked his lips. James whined softly as he was squeezed completely into his belly, blushing hotly when the cheetah's kneading walls forced his throbbing erection to push against his muzzle.

The cheetah felt James squirming inside of his belly and twisting himself around a bit, wondering just what the raccoon was up to. Inside, James purred as he parted his lips and pushed his erect length into his jaws, suckling firmly on it. He was so close that it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. He gently bucked his hips back and forth, humping his own mouth as his tongue lapped over the musky flesh.

A deep groan of satisfaction rose up from the cheetah's stomach as the raccoon's length throbbed, erupting with hot seed. James whimpered as he suckled and swallowed that hot load, splattering his own muzzle with cream as he continued to pump his hips. He suckled eagerly over his shaft, bobbing his head softly to milk out that thick seed.

Frosty rubbed his paws back and forth over his belly as the raccoon's rhythmic motions slowed, before halting entirely. He embraced his stomach in a firm hug, grinning smugly. James uncurled himself slightly with a deep, satisfied sigh, letting his slick length ease out of his jaws as he panted, enjoying the relief that he'd been seeking for so long.

"Mmmh, and that's what happens to naughty coons that tease horny cheetahs."

Frosty reluctantly pulled himself up from the bed, enjoying the softness against him as the coon's weight pressed down on him. He had another bed in mind, however. He steadied himself as he rose to his feet, the raccoon shifting inside with noisy gurgling. The cheetah paused a moment as he felt a pressure building in his stomach. A deep, rumbling belch interrupted the blissful silence, causing him to blush. He quietly excused himself, patting his belly.

"A-are you going to let me out, Frosty?" James asked, pushing his paws against the slick walls as he felt himself bouncing lightly.

"Eventually," Frosty mumbled in reply.

The cheetah's tail flicked back and forth as he padded out of Surge's bedroom, scooting into the raccoon's room and sitting down on his bed. James whined quietly as he squirmed, licking his lips to flick away some of the stray seed that had escaped his muzzle.

A soft gurgle reminded James of the situation he was in. He'd frequently been introduced to his dad's belly, which was relatively safe inside since Surge could only digest clothing. Frosty, on the other hand, had no such promises of safety. The raccoon could feel the cheetah's belly growing noticeably slicker around him, a soft tingle snapping him to attention.

"F-frosty! You n-need to let me out," James whined, pushing his paws firmly against the cheetah's gut.

"Mmmh, not yet, coonie. You haven't spent enough time in there."

"B-but...you'll...digest me!" James whimpered, his struggling growing noticeably stronger.

Frosty hummed softly at this. The raccoon did bring up a good point. As much as he wanted to curl up in James's bed and fall asleep, he would never forgive himself if he let James dissolve away in his gut. Surge...well, he didn't want to even consider what the fox would do if he digested his son. The wiggling raccoon in his belly felt so nice, though, and he felt more than a little justified keeping James contained. The raccoon could be downright evil when he wanted to be.

A chemistry set on a table caught Frosty's attention.

"I'm not gonna let you out, coonie. You feel too nice in there. And I know how much you love being curled up in daddy's belly."

"But dad can't digest me!" James protested.

"Well, little coon, I know you have all sorts of nasty concoctions that you make in your room. Better think of something quick, otherwise you might not be coming back out."

James whimpered at the cheetah's determination, but he wasn't in a position to argue with him. He could feel that subtle tingling growing stronger, the sour smell of stomach acid building.

"Test tube in my room, looks like Pepto," the raccoon reluctantly blurted out.

Frosty's eyes scanned the table as he pushed himself away from the bed, wobbling for a moment as James sloshed inside. He found the test tube James had been referring to. He brought it to eye level, tilting his head to read a hand-scribbled label.

"Anti-digestive. This label better be right, coonie," he grinned.

Frosty removed the cap from the tube, tipping the contents into his mouth. It rolled over his tongue, coating the surface of it like medicine. The taste wasn't as bad as he'd been anticipating. It actually seemed to be strawberry-flavored. He tipped his head back and swallowed, licking the inside of his muzzle.

James sighed deeply with relief as he caught the scent of the familiar potion. It seeped over him, bubbling as it came in contact with the cheetah's gastric juices. The acidic stench seemed to subside, before fading away entirely. Frosty rubbed over his belly as he licked his lips, making his way back to James bed and laying down. He purred as he hugged his gut, the desire to sleep drawing him in.

"Mmmh, hope you sleep well in there, coonie," Frosty purred. "I know I'm going to."

James couldn't help but blush now, knowing that he was safe in the cheetah's gut until the potion wore off. He shifted in the slick surroundings as Frosty rolled onto his side and curled up around James, hugging his belly with one arm, while the other gently rubbed over the top of his stomach. Within moments, the cheetah's eyes fluttered closed, and he was gone.

James's ears perked as he yawned lightly, hearing the soft sounds of sleep breathing. The heat of the cheetah's body and the gentle kneading motions of the stomach walls were quickly lulling the raccoon to sleep. He didn't fight the urge, closing his eyes and surrendering himself to a deep slumber, joining the white feline in dreamland...

* * * * * * *

Frosty's ears perked as he heard a door shut with a heavy thud. He let out a groggy yawn as he awakened, feeling his stomach squirm a little. He rubbed a paw over it as he heard Surge calling for him, pulling a blanket closer to himself. He didn't want to get up, and knew that the fox would stumble over him eventually.

The door to James's room creaked open, the fox's head poking in. Surge tilted his head as his eyes fell on the cheetah. The blanket the cheetah was under seemed abnormally large, for such a slinky cat. Frosty waved to him with a giggle, his paw rubbing over his stomach beneath the blanket. The cheetah pushed off the blanket as Surge approached and started to speak.

"Frosty, where is Ja-..."

The fox's eyes rested on that enormous bulge in Frosty's gut, frozen in place in the middle of the bedroom. Frosty could only giggle as a soft burp escaped his muzzle, blushing deeply. He couldn't think of anything to say as the fox slowly approached and reached down, hesitantly rubbing a paw over his bulgy stomach. Surge was relieved when it wiggled gently.

Surge glanced over to James's desk, spying the empty vial that Frosty has emptied earlier. He grinned, looking back to the cheetah as he shook his head.

"I take it he was being naughty, huh? Suppose it wouldn't hurt to leave him there for a bit. But I'm still gonna have to punish you for eating James."

Frosty grinned smugly as the fox's paws kneaded over his stomach. "Totally worth it..."