Voretober 1st - "Sharp"
James grinned as he removed a nearly-empty syringe of blue liquid from the small object he was filling. An albino raccoon tail was all-but wagging at the possibilities, despite deep concentration. Who would he test this new batch of Reductrex on? The most recent concoction of his shrinking potion was especially potent, allowing him to make the delivery even smaller. He pondered quietly, now focused on the task of screwing a set of tiny fins to the back of the dart. He felt a soft click as the release mechanism was engaged.
Satisfied, James extracted the completed dart from his filling stand and retrieved his newly-modified pistol. It fit perfectly in the chamber. "There we are. Now to find a test subject. OI! Frosteh!"
As he opened his bedroom door, a vaguely-annoyed voice could be heard from the living room. "Trying to nap!"
Typical cat. "Do 'yeh know where ah put my glasses?" It was the first thing that came to mind.
There was a heavy sigh, then a disgruntled reply lacking sympathy. "I'll look for 'em."
The albino raccoon grinned when he heard stirring through his open bedroom door. He peered into the hall and saw Frosty rise from the sofa with a grumpy look. The white cheetah was rubbing his face with a hand, still looking groggy. James ducked back into his room and stepped to the side of the door while he held his dart gun at the ready.
"Do you remember when you last ha- "
Frosty froze in place when he stepped into the bedroom and heard a _click_followed by a feeble hiss of compressed air. He could see the shape of the lanky white raccoon in his peripheral, pointing that damned pistol at him. It was no surprise to discover that James's glasses were still neatly perched on his muzzle. There was no sharp pain, however. No jabs, or dizziness. He remained motionless as his eyes fixed on James, waiting for something to happen while his heart raced.
James realized too late that he hadn't checked how much air was left in the cylinder. There had been just enough pressure to lazily eject the dart from the end of the barrel, but it immediately dipped toward the floor and landed square in the middle of the raccoon's grey foot.
"Ohhh, sh- "
The needle was tiny enough that James didn't feel it pierce, but the effects were immediately manifested as a flash of pain shot through his body. Everything around him began to enlarge rapidly, the white raccoon dwindling in size as the effects of his shrinking potion took hold. His pistol clattered harmlessly to the floor when it became too big to manage, and soon even James's clothing was overtaking him. Everything went dark as the raccoon's lab coat piled over his head.
By the time the effect wore off, James was a fraction of his previously-tall self. He was sprawled on his back in thick carpet fibers, waiting for the discomfort to subside. The process didn't normally hurt that much. More anesthetic next time, he thought. Even after a mishap like this, the raccoon's brain was quick to analyze where adjustments were needed. He wished he had his notebook, but that was quickly forgotten when he noticed something tugging at his now-enormous clothing.
When the heavy lab coat was pulled away, James found himself staring up toward a massive cat. The cheetah's head alone was as big as him now, and his lips were pulled back in an amused smirk. James scrambled backwards when a hand reached for him, wincing as his bed leg protested the attempt. There was no brace to prevent it from bending now, hindering his retreat into the pile of clothing.
The tiny raccoon was snatched easily enough, lifted from the floor by his scruff and left to helplessly dangle. He reached up, initially grabbing at Frosty's fingers to pry himself loose, but quickly began clutching to them instead as he watched the floor disappear far below. His bushy tail whipped furiously back and forth as he squirmed, shouting harmless threats at his housemate. It was no use, though. Frosty had caught him red-handed, and James knew he wouldn't let this go unpunished.
"W-would it help if ah said sorreh?" James asked hopefully, ears pinned flat.
Frosty seemed to consider for a moment as he turned to the bed and sat down on the edge. Then he shook his head. "No, I'm not letting you off easy. You get to spend some time thinking about what you've done."
The cheetah's other hand reached up, pushing James's arms to his sides as it curled around him. He was relieved when his scruff was released, but that quickly melted away when he noticed Frosty wiggling his pajamas down. He wouldn't. He struggled in the cheetah's grip, closing one eye when a kiss was planted on his blushing cheek.
The wiggling intensified as James was lowered from his friend's mouth, brought down until he was almost level with the cat's exposed sheath. Although Frosty was still fully sleeved, he could see the cheetah's package coming to life at what was being considered. He tried desperately to tug himself free of the cheetah's fingers, but his grip was secure.
"Frosteh, wait! I wasn't gonna do anything, promise!" James shouted. But his plea fell on deaf ears as he was brought closer to the white sheath. He could already feel body heat radiating from it, paired with the rich scent of cat musk. His cheeks were heavily-flushed now, darkening his grey mask and the white fur surrounding.
When the cat's hand finally relaxed, James reached out to push away the inevitable, only to have most of his body pressed up to the fuzzy package. Instead of putting a wedge between them, he ended up involuntarily hugging Frosty's sheathed cock. The scent now filled his nose with each hurried breath, trying to peel himself away despite an urge to feel the cat up. Frosty's palm was still cradling his back, keeping him in place against his crotch.
Frosty's hips gyrated slowly, grinding his sheath against the tiny white raccoon and prompting a soft groan. James could feel his shaft stirring to life, lightly pulsing against him beneath warm fur. When a pink tip began to emerge, the cheetah rolled again to push it against his friend's cheek. The rich scent was overpowering, combined with sweet vanilla to form an intoxicating blend. It was becoming difficult to think clearly, and James could feel his own body responding despite his initial protests.
James snapped back to attention when he was lifted slowly, dragging him against the white cheetah fur until he was hanging over it. Another slow grind bumped the tapered feline tip against his feet, smearing a little slickness over them in the process as Frosty continued to emerge. Then it was pushed firmly to his pads, and with a soft squelch, the raccoon's tiny feet disappeared inside smoothly. A shaky groan could be heard above, hips grinding eagerly toward the source of pleasure and forcing James in up to his ankles.
There was nothing he could do. Frosty still had a snug grip around his body, his arms were helplessly pinned, and his legs were quickly being restrained by the cat's cock. He winced at a brief jolt of discomfort from his crippled limb, but as slick fluids began to well up around him and soak his fur, he began to smoothly glide down. The raccoon's two legs stretched Frosty's shaft, making a subtle bulge in the pink length that grew steadily larger as more of his body was fed in.
"F-Frosteh, I'll be good! I'll be 'yer slave for a week!" James's bargaining was silenced with a finger over his face, only to be swiftly stuffed up to his hips. Though he could no longer see what was happening, he could clearly feel the swelling cock crawling over his waist and hands. The heat inside was sweltering, the inside of the cat's urethra slick and tight. It quivered each time James moved, throbbing around the raccoon's shrunken body and threatening to push him back out.
Continuous pressure ensured that James continued deeper, a wet squelch filling his ears when his waist disappeared completely. Only now did the cheetah's grip relent, satisfied that James wouldn't be escaping on his own. Frosty allowed himself a moment to admire the sight of the tiny albino raccoon sticking halfway out of his pink length, swollen with the shape of his lower body. A pair of paws could be seen stretching the surface near Frosty's sheath, wiggling each time he moved and making the cat groan heavily.
"B-better hope that potion lasts, otherwise it's...nnngh...gonna get a lot tighter for you."
This was the last thing Frosty said before another push swiftly plunged James the rest of the way into his drooling slit. He yelped loudly as the pink flesh raced up to overtake him, a loud squelch filling the raccoon's ears as he was swallowed up in musky, wet darkness. Everything grew tense around his body, now trapped head-to-toe in the cheetah's cock. A portion of his body was obscured by Frosty's sheath, but his torso and face could clearly be seen against the underside of his shaft.
The pressure let up momentarily, only to return as the cat's fingers roamed up and down his slick cock. Trembling excitedly, his length throbbing around the wiggling obstruction, it took a good deal of care to prevent James from spilling back out or slipping deeper. He wanted to keep the tiny raccoon exactly where he was. It was a balancing act, keeping the tension to trap James in place without setting himself off in the process. Frosty was squirming on the mattress, gasping intermittently from pleasure while attempting to relax a bit.
"C-c'mon, hold still in there, coonie. Gonna...mmrrrl...make me pop!" Frosty warned.
Though his voice was muffled and distant, the words were clear enough to keep James blushing hotly. He then did exactly the opposite of what was requested, fidgeting and pushing against the inside of the cat's erect length in a last-ditch escape attempt. Maybe the cat would even forgive him, if he came hard enough.
The result of his struggle was almost immediate, but the outcome was not what James had hoped for. Frosty's hand tightened as he cried out, cock jumping in his hand as he went over the edge. Though James's head was nearly pushed free, Frosty was quick to clamp down on him to prevent it as he strangled back the inevitable eruption.
James felt himself being rocked quickly by feverish grinding as his surroundings grew suddenly wetter, thick fluids forcing their way up his body and dripping over the cheetah's fingers as his sticky load escaped. A thick clench threatened to dislodge him again, only to be massaged right back down between spasms. This occurred several times until the cat's orgasm began to wane, allowing James a bit of relief from the tension.
Seconds ticked by as everything grew calm again, save for the now-audible sound of Frosty's racing heart and rapid panting. Much to James's annoyance, he remained trapped in the dark, slimy passage that cocooned his naked body. He could barely move, it was difficult to breathe, and his bad leg was aching. But he was still blushing despite himself as he felt his surroundings shift again. He couldn't be fully sure what the cheetah was doing anymore, but soon he could hear Frosty humming.
The cheetah's spent length was beginning to retreat into his sheath again, but the thick raccoon bulge was making things difficult. Gently petting over James's outline one more time, he proceeded to massage his sheath back into place, tucking himself in and hiding his wiggling toy beneath white fur. Once he was properly situated, Frosty rose from the bed and pulled his thong and pajamas back up, giving the subtle bulge in his lap a soft pat. Though he didn't see it wiggle, he could certainly feel it.
"Shhh, settle down. You'll be fine," Frosty reassured. "I promise I'll let you back out before anything bad happens."
A soft jolt could be felt, and he could swear he heard a muffled huff inside his pajamas. Grinning, the cheetah took a deep breath and let it out as a deep, pleased sigh. That could have gone a lot worse, Frosty thought to himself while he bent down to gather James's belongings. He neatly folded his labcoat and discarded clothes, placing them in a stack on the edge of the bed. The dart pistol was pocketed for later. James would have to ask to get it back. Possibly more, depending on how Frosty was feeling later.
"Found your glasses, by the way," Frosty teased, placing the raccoon's spectacles on his clothes. "Looks like they might be a little big, though."
Another grumpy wiggle kept Frosty smirking as he emerged from James's bedroom and proceeded to the shower to clean up properly. He periodically poked at the squirming bulge, ensuring that he was relatively comfortable and safe. He'd let him out eventually, as promised, but for now he was content to keep James in "jail" as punishment. Perhaps next time he would think to inspect his equipment before trying to get the drop on Frosty...