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A white cheetah casually backed away from the restroom stall door, panting softly as he came down from a satisfying orgasm. He pulled up his pants and zipped them closed after tucking himself in, then tipped an imaginary hat to a very stunned skunk. The slinky male was still on his knees in the bathroom stall, his muzzle, cheeks, and shirt splattered with ropes of semen. The volume of the cat's orgasm was much larger than he would have anticipated. The doppelganger ruffled the attractive male's hair as he stepped around him to unlatch the stall door.

"Don't worry, hun, I'm sure it'll rinse out," he grinned.

The skunk nodded lightly, his muzzle flushed hotly as the cheetah excused himself from the stall. The doppelganger's hips swayed as he strolled over to the sink to rinse his hands, then exited the bathroom, leaving the soiled mephit to his own devices. As soon as he departed the bathroom he fished out his cell phone, dialing the late Frosty's master. The phone rang several times, but Surge didn't pick up. Grumbling, the cheetah dug through his backpack until he fished out a printed receipt for a shuttle. It wasn't scheduled drop off at Frosty's apartment, however. Handwritten on the back was a brief note.

Frosty,

I'll probably still be at work when you get home from the airport. I arranged a shuttle to take you from the airport to my home. You'll be staying with us while your apartment is repaired. James should let you in. Be on your guard, though. You know how he likes to pull stunts. Make yourself at home in the meantime. I'll see you soon, sweetie!

<3 Surge

"Disgusting," the cheetah muttered to himself, making a face at the way Frosty's master had signed the note. He headed directly to the shuttle kiosk and checked in, having left the cheetah's suitcase at the hotel. The doppelganger had no need for it now. He was escorted to a waiting shuttle and slipped into the back seat, stretching out lazily. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep, napping blissfully as the shuttled whisked him away from the airport...

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The cheetah found himself standing at the porch of a small house a little over an hour later. His tail flicked as he approached the front door and checked the handle. Much to his annoyance, it was locked. Surge hadn't left him any instructions for getting into the house, should James not answer. Hoping the boy would hear him, he raised his paw and rapped loudly on the door. His ears perked, listening intently for any signs of life as he waited.

There was a soft patter of footsteps a few seconds later, followed by the lock releasing. The door swung open a few inches, but not wide enough for the cheetah to step inside. A small security chain prevented the door from swinging any farther. The cheetah could see a pair of eyes gazing up at him, bordered by a distinct silvery mask of fur.

"Oh, it's you. What d'ya want" a boy asked with a recognizable Scottish accent.

"Surge said I'd be staying here for a bit while my apartment is fixed," the doppelganger replied.

"Doesn't ring any bells."

The cheetah's eyes rolled. "James, let me in, you little brat."

"How do ah know you're not gonna do anything funny?"

"As if you'd complain if I did," the doppelganger chuckled.

The white raccoon's eyes narrowed. "Well played, cat."

The door closed, followed by the metallic rustle of the chain being undone a moment later. Creaking softly, the door swung completely open this time. The white raccoon hobbled backwards to step out of the cheetah's way as he moved inside. A white feline tail flicked back and forth as the cheetah's eyes fell on James. The white raccoon was gazing up at him intently, wearing his usual lab coat. He was leaning against a cane, a medical brace supporting one leg.

"You just gonna stand there?" James asked, giving the cheetah a jab in the stomach with the end of his cane.

The cheetah's paw pushed the cane away as he moved into the living room. James closed the door behind him and turned his attention back to the white feline, who was now making himself comfortable on the couch. Something seemed odd about the feline. He'd met Frosty several times before, but something was different about him now. There was an odd aura about the feline that sent a cold chill up the raccoon's back.

"Maybe he's just stressed from everything," he thought to himself, observing the white cheetah as he sprawled out on the couch and yawned. Despite the self-assurance, James couldn't completely shake the thought that something was up.

James cleared his throat to get the cheetah's attention. "I'm gonna be in my room. Dad should be home soon."

A light nod from the doppelganger acknowledged the raccoon's announcement. He didn't bother to look, though. Grumbling to himself, James turned and disappeared to his bedroom. The doppelganger rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, his paws tucked behind his head. Ideas began to pour through his head as he pondered what he could do while he was visiting. It was his intention to make Frosty's friends as miserable as possible before he moved on. As a doppelganger, that was his sole purpose for existing.

The doppelganger became so lost in thought that he didn't notice the small raccoon approaching him once more. James kept himself ducked down, a small syringe in hand. He slowly approached the back of the couch, listening to the cheetah. The feline was muttering something to himself, but James could only catch a few words now and then. The raccoon's ears perked when he heard the cheetah roll on the couch, grinning to himself.

Slowly standing upright, James peered over the top of the couch. The cheetah's back was facing him now. It was the perfect opportunity for him to strike. He carefully pulled himself up, propping himself against his cane as he reached over the top of the sofa. In a flash he brought the syringe down and jammed it into the cheetah's thigh, just below his rump.

A startled snarl accompanied a sudden jerk as the cheetah twisted himself around to face his attacker. James jumped away from the sofa immediately, showing impressive agility for a cripple. A smug smirk was plastered to his face as he waited patiently, clutching the empty syringe tightly. The cheetah's fur bristled as he clutched the top of the couch, pulling himself up. His fingers sank into the padded fabric as his paws clenched, hunching forward over it like a rabid animal.

James took half a step back when he realized that nothing was happening. The cheetah should have been shrinking by now. His potions were very fast acting, especially given where he'd injected it into the feline. When the cat's eyes narrowed at him, he realized that he was in serious trouble. The cheetah was clearly pissed.

The raccoon turned and immediately bolted for his room when the cheetah gave a menacing growl. The panicked retreat set the cheetah in motion, launching himself over the top of the couch in pursuit of the white raccoon. James nearly stumbled as he moved quickly, his panicked brain blocking out the pain from his crippled leg. The cheetah wasn't far behind, fangs bared and tail lashing angrily.

Whimpering loudly, James was fortunate enough to reach his bedroom before the cheetah caught him. He grabbed the door and threw it shut as hard as he could, slamming it in the enraged feline's face. A heavy thud rattled the door as the cat slammed into it, causing the door to shudder in protest. Fortunately for James, the door held. He scrambled to lock it before the cheetah could get to the handle, bracing himself against the door.

"Leave me alone!" James shouted when the cheetah's body crashed against the door again. It rattled noisily against the frame, but still held. James could hear the cat's angered panting through his door as he backed up to attempt once more.

"I'm going to make you regret doing that!" the enraged feline shouted back.

Another heavy thud pushed the door against James, the raccoon's ears perking when he heard the door crack. He prayed that it would hold, pushing his entire body against the door to offer support. His ringed tail lashed back and forth as his eyes shot around the room, looking for anything that he could use to defend himself. His chemistry set contained various potions and chemicals, but after his first attempt he wasn't sure that any of them would work.

"You're not Frosty!" James shouted. "Frosty wouldn't do this!"

The cheetah didn't respond this time. James expected the feline to crash into the door again, bracing himself against it in anticipation. Several seconds passed without a sound, however, leaving him to wonder if the feline had given up. He held his breath fearfully, his heart racing. He tried to listen for any indication of the cheetah, but the house was eerily silent now. Perhaps the last blow had knocked him out. He relaxed somewhat, letting himself move slightly away from the door.

His ears perked up again when he heard footsteps rapidly approach. It took him a moment to realize that the cheetah had taken a running start this time. He only had a moment to push himself against the door before the feline plowed into it. The door split down the middle from the force of the impact as the cheetah crashed through it, sending James tumbling to the floor. Chunks of wood and splinters scattered across the floor as the cheetah came to a halt directly over James, his feet straddling the dazed raccoon.

James whimpered loudly as the cheetah leaned down and grabbed him by the throat. His paws immediately latched on to the cheetah's wrists as he was jerked up, tugging firmly to free himself. The cat's grip was stronger, however, as the doppelganger easily lifted James off the floor. The white raccoon's legs scrambled helplessly in the air as he was raised, no longer touching the floor.

The white raccoon found himself gazing into the cheetah's eyes, which now burned crimson instead of their usual baby blue sparkle. The deep red of the cheetah's eyes sent a chill through the raccoon's body. The doppelganger's eyes glimmered menacingly as he squeezed, his fingers clenching around James's throat. James struggled to breathe as his air supply was restricted, beating on the cheetah's arm in an attempt to get the cat to drop him.

The doppelganger kept James at arm's length, watching the raccoon's legs flail uselessly through the air. The bushy ringed tail lashed back and forth through the air as James choked, his face reddening beneath his white fur. James's heart pounded rapidly in his chest as his fingers scratched uselessly through the cheetah's fur. Nothing he did seemed to have any effect. He knew he had to think of something fast, otherwise the crazed cheetah was going to kill him. The raccoon's struggles were already weakening from suffocation.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson," the cheetah growled as he drew James closer. The boy's vision was dimming as he found himself face-to-face with the white cheetah. Their noses almost touched as the cat growled, baring his fangs at the small raccoon. "And I'll make sure it's a lesson you'll never forget."

The cheetah's jaws parted when he finished speaking, drawing the raccoon's head past his lips. James would have whimpered if his throat wasn't clenched still. He could feel the heat of the cat's jaws radiating against his face, strands of slick drool dripping onto his muzzle as it was stuffed inside. The cheetah's tongue scraped over James's chin, matting down his fur. An unusual blackberry flavor greeted the irate feline when he did this, bringing a smirk to his lips.

The cheetah's free paw reached up to snatch one of James's arms when the raccoon pushed weakly at his chest. The boy was nearly unconscious by now from the lack of oxygen, his fingers scratching feebly over the feline's pelt. Once the majority of the raccoon's head was tucked between his jaws, the doppelganger released his hold on James's neck. He felt the boy inhale sharply to get a breath of fresh air as he grabbed his other arm to restrain him.

Compared to past meals, the small raccoon would be an easy catch. The cheetah growled as James took another deep breath, his vigor returning. There was little that the boy could do to avoid his fate, though. Strands of drool soaked into his fur as the doppelganger shoved him back, wasting no time in working his jaws over James's small frame. His lips fit easily over the raccoon's shoulders, slurping wetly around them.

James whined as his clothes began to stick to his body, his mind racing. He tried to yell something to the cheetah, but his face was abruptly shoved down into the cat's throat. This was the beginning of a trip that James was quite familiar with. Surge often held James harmlessly in his belly for periods of time as punishment, though more often in pleasure. This time, however, James knew that he was in serious trouble. The aggressive feline clearly had no intention of being gentle. He knew that if he didn't find a way out of this, he might not survive to see another day.

The cheetah wasted little time in shoving the raccoon's body into his maw, gulping ravenously at his torso. His throat spread easily over James's shoulders, kneading them down with a wet gulp. The silver-ringed tail lashed quickly through the air as James whimpered, his legs kicking uselessly. There was nothing for James to push against or latch on to, the cheetah's paws clamping his arms against his waist.

Another wet gulp filled James's ears as the angry feline swallowed him, already up to his midsection in the predator's throat. The spotted cat tipped his head up, a paw drifting away from the raccoon's body to teasingly knead the bulges of his descending victim. The soft touch made James whine in protest, the kicking of his legs growing stronger. Even though the motion of his legs made his crippled limb ache, the need to escape was more important to James. It did little to hinder the speed of his descent, however.

A firm grip on the raccoon's legs made James yelp, a jolt of pain shooting up his crippled appendage. The cheetah tugged them firmly toward himself as he swallowed, stuffing the boy's body deeper into his throat. There was a moment of resistance when the raccoon's face was smashed into the entrance to the cat's gut. The fleshy barrier shifted beneath James's weight before it slid open, accompanied by another tight ripple of motion.

The raccoon's head slid down into the empty chamber of the cheetah's stomach, welcomed by a wet gurgle. James grimaced when the cat squeezed his legs again, sending another shot of pain up his body. It didn't take long for the cheetah's jaws to reach his ankles, grunting at the metallic taste that James's leg brace left in his mouth as it slid into his throat. He wished that he'd removed it before devouring the raccoon, but it was too late now.

James gave a muffled grunt as he curled into the cheetah's gut, the tight clench of each gulp forcing him down. The inside of the feline's belly was slick with digestive juices that soaked into his fur, making his skin tingle all over. When his arms were freed he immediately dove into his pockets, pawing around blindly. He found what he was looking for after fumbling over several glass vials in his lab coat, breaking open a small ampoule.

A noisy hiss filled James's ear, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief as the unpleasant tingling subsided. The raccoon always kept an emergency ampoule of neutralizer on hand in case he found himself in a situation like this. It would buy him a little time, hopefully. It wouldn't hold off digestion forever, however, nor would it provide him with any fresh air; something that was in short supply in the cheetah's sweltering belly.

The cheetah didn't seem to notice or care about what James was up to. He tipped his head back as he gulped deeply, drawing the raccoon's bare feet past his lips. He closed over them with a wet slurp, lapping at the soles of James's feet to tease the boy. A sharp jerk made his stomach jump, but also pulled the raccoon's feet into the cheetah's gullet. Finishing his meal with a few short gulps, the cheetah tucked the boy into his swollen belly.

James pushed firmly in all directions, hoping that he could upset the cat's stomach and force him to vomit him back up. The belly gave easily, accomplishing little more than amusing the cheetah. He pushed back at the raccoon's paws, making James growl in frustration and kick the slimy walls.

"Frosty, this isn't funny! Let me out!" he growled. It was hardly threatening.

The cheetah watched his belly thrash and shift as James fought to escape. He was distracted from the sight, though, when he heard the front door close. A grin spread over his lips as he turned, stepping over the broken remains of the raccoon's bedroom door. He leaned against the doorframe casually, letting his gut hang out as he made himself known. A white fox turned in his direction, standing near the front door. His softly glowing blue skin illuminated the entryway like a night light.

Surge paused when he spotted the familiar white cheetah. Despite his pet's presence, the fox didn't smile. He inspected the feline from where he was standing, his bushy white tail flicking. Surge's innate energy allowed him to see others unusual ways. He could always see an aura of energy surrounding people from the electrical activity in their body. Frosty generally had a fairly strong aura, but at the moment there was little to be seen.

Moving closer, the white fox scrutinized the cheetah's body. There was no internal structure that he could make out. It was as if the cheetah was a solid mass. Among that mass, though, he could clearly make out the faint outline of a raccoon, struggling to push and distend the cat's belly. The metallic brace on one leg was unmistakable.

"Frosty, why did you eat James?" he asked flatly. He seemed less than amused.

A smug grin crossed the cheetah's muzzle. "Discipline."

"Ah." The fox nodded understandingly, as if that explained everything. "Hope he didn't cause you too much trouble."

The cheetah shook his head gently. "He tried to stick me with something, but I'm not sure it worked."

Surge tipped his head curiously as he stepped up to Frosty, resting his paws on the cheetah's thrashing gut. "I'm not so sure about that. Something seems different about you, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I'll figure it out sooner or later."

The cat's belly shifted when James felt another pair of paws kneading over him. He could hear muffled conversation from his position, but couldn't make out everything that was being said. The second voice, though, he eventually identified as his father. He attempted to get his attention somehow, but he only seemed to be entertaining the cheetah.

"Dad, he tried to kill me!" James shouted. "Get me out of here!"

The white fox's ears perked when he heard a voice from inside the cheetah's gut. He only understood a few of the words, though. He tsk'd softly, giving his pet's belly a squeeze. Suspecting that James was simply trying to find an easy way out, he disregarded the raccoon's desperate pleas. He gazed into the cheetah's eyes, which had since faded back to their natural blue color.

"So, how did the convention go, sweetie?" the fox asked quietly, giving the cheetah's stomach another idle grope.

"I enjoyed it," the doppelganger answered honestly. His paws followed Surge's as they rubbed over his belly, occasionally brushing over the fox's fingers. "I had a few run-ins with some friends."

Surge grinned. "Oh? Care to enlighten me about any of them?"

The cat giggled softly. "I never kiss and tell."

The fox's paw slipped beneath the cheetah's squirming gut, brushing over the front of his pants. "Oh, really now? Are you holding secrets from your master, kitten?"

A shiver ran up the doppelganger's back when Surge's fingers curled against the seam of his pants and groped firmly. "What are you going to do if I am?"

"Why don't you accompany me to the bedroom and find out?" the vulpine suggested with a suggestive caress.

The pair seemed so focused on one another that they completely ignored the raccoon that continued to struggle in the cheetah's stomach. James was beginning to tired out, though, his energy running low due to the heat of his surroundings and the thinning air. He was nearly in tears that his dad wasn't doing anything to stop the cheetah. He hugged himself, drawing his knees up to his chest as his body began to bounce gently as a result of the cheetah walking.

The cheetah's paw snuck down as the pair strolled to Surge's bedroom, giving the fox's rump a firm squeeze. The unexpected grope made Surge jump, reaching down to gently brush the cheetah's paw away.

"Naughty cat. Am I going to have to remind you of your place?" Surge warned teasingly.

The cheetah grinned to himself. "No, but I may put you in yours," he thought to himself. He kept the idea private as he followed Surge into the bedroom.

As soon as the bedroom door was shut, Surge turned and pulled the cheetah into a passionate kiss. The feline's paws pressed lightly against his chest in surprise, squirming when he felt a tingle of electricity jumping over his muzzle. The fox didn't notice it, but the doppelganger's muzzle deformed slightly as they kissed. He cheetah growled softly at this, tugging himself free of the kiss. Surge looked a bit surprised, gazing into the cheetah's eyes. The doppelganger was fortunate enough to recover his muzzle's natural feline shape before the fox noticed.

"Something wrong, sweetie?"

The cheetah shook his head, allowing himself to smile. "Not at all."

Surge yelped when the spotted feline lunged at him, pouncing him onto the bed. The mattress creaked noisily beneath the combined weight, sagging beneath the pair. There was a muffled grunt from the sudden impact from within the cheetah's belly, followed by an irritated wiggle. Surge blushed as the raccoon's bulge wiggled against him, his bushy white tail wagging against the bed with noisy thumps. The fox attempted to sit up, by the cat's paws nabbed his wrists and pushed him back down. Surge looked rather impressed by this, attempting to push his pet off. The cheetah had him pinned easily, though, showing no signs of effort.

"F-Frosty? Just what did James give you?" Surge asked. His voice showed a hint of fluster.

"I don't know, but I'm feeling pretty good," the cat chuckled.

"So, what are you going to do, then?" the vulpine inquire quietly.

"Well, I think you should experience a bit of what you put your pet cheetah through. Turnabout is fair play, right?"

A deep blush crept over Surge's muzzle. He didn't want to admit that the idea was appealing, despite the rush of arousal that he experienced. He preferred to maintain appearances for Frosty, even though he secretly enjoyed being put on the bottom from time to time. The increased wag of his tail was unmistakable, and the cheetah took interest in it immediately.

"I think someone has a submissive streak that he's been hiding from his pet." He leaned toward Surge with a devious grin, licking his lips. "I bet you love the idea of being dominated by your pet, don't you?"

The fox didn't say anything in response. His head turned to one side, his ears pinning back. He tried to not to look too guilty, but the physical signs were much stronger. His muzzle and cheeks were glowing lightly beneath his white fur in a similar pattern to the crimson blush that a normal person might experience. Most notable, though, was a bushy fox tail sweeping quickly over the bed.

"Where do you keep your toys, foxy?" the doppelganger asked quietly. His muzzle hovered inches above Surge's ear as he whispered, his voice carrying a sultry tone.

There was a moment of hesitation before Surge reluctantly responded. "Th-third drawer down, sweetie."

The cheetah grinned wider, lifting Surge's paws and pinning them over his head. He pressed down on the fox's wrists with one paw while the other reached for the drawer Surge had mentioned. He pulled the drawer open and gazed over the contents, chuckling at the sight. Various toys, devices, and articles of clothing filled the drawer. He couldn't help but feel a little impressed at the fox's collection of sexual items.

Humming to himself, the cheetah began to paw through the contents of the drawer. He was tempted by a pair of leather wrist cuffs, but opted for a leather cord instead. The next item was a fancy leather collar that had several steel loops and a golden bell. Seeing the cheetah place it on the bed, Surge shook his head.

"That's your collar, kitty," he warned.

The cheetah grinned, shaking his head back at the fox. "Not tonight, it isn't. You get to be the bitch, this time."

Surge opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't seem to find the words. He sighed gently and grumbled to himself, squirming on the mattress. Even though the cheetah was only holding his wrists with one hand, the grip seemed quite secure. When the cheetah produced a slinky pink thong from the drawer, the fox protested immediately.

"Not a chance, spotty-butt. You are NOT putting that on me."

The cheetah frowned at this, wiggling it over Surge's head. "But you'd look so cute in it. Then again, you wouldn't be wearing it very long."

"No. Absolutely not," Surge whined, trying to free himself from the cheetah's grip now. His muzzle blushed furiously as the cat teased him.

"I don't think you have any say in this," the cat chuckled, his tail flicking rhythmically. "Better make sure of that, though."

Balling up the thong in his fingers, the cheetah stuffed the lacy lingerie into Surge's mouth. A startled gasp was muffled by the silky thong as Surge bit down on it. He chewed lightly as the cheetah dove into the contents of the drawer once more, searching for something more suitable. His ears perked when he heard an audible gulp, returning his attention to the fox he was restraining.

"Did you just swallow that?" the doppelganger asked, giving Surge a baffled look.

The fox grinned, licking his lips with a glowing blue tongue. "You should know better than that, kitty. Naughty lingerie doesn't make for a good gag, especially for an electrofox."

The cheetah immediately produced a rubber ball gag, squeezing it gently in his fingers. "It doesn't? Well, how about this?"

"Uh..." The fox once again found himself at a loss for words. It was highly unusual for Frosty to be acting this way, but he couldn't deny how tempting it was to let his pet take control.

Adjusting the strap, the cheetah neatly tucked the ball between the fox's lips. He buttoned it up and tightened it, admiring the sight of the white fox with his jaws clenched over the rubber ball. The glowing blush around Surge's cheeks was unmistakable now, giving away his secret enjoyment. Next was the cord he had removed from the drawer earlier. He used it to tie the fox's wrists together, then used another length of cord to bind Surge's wrists to the headboard of the bed.

With both hands free once more, the cheetah began to trail his fingers over the fox's body. Surge was still fully dressed, something that the cheetah would quickly remedy so they could continue. He tugged at the knot that held the fox's shorts up, giving them a sharp tug downward once they were loosened. A glowing blue erection immediately sprang up, something that Surge had been trying to conceal ever since he got home. It pulsed lightly in the cool air, making Surge shiver.

The cat chuckled and leaned down to give it a teasing lick, letting the tip of his pink tongue flick over the underside. When it came in contact with the glowing flesh, though, a jolt of electricity coursed through the doppelganger's tongue. He hissed softly at this, ducking back immediately. The fox was some sort of living battery. It would make it difficult for the doppelganger to interact with him like this, and risked exposing himself as an imposter.

Surge whimpered when the cheetah placed a single lick over his length, watching his pet intently. He squirmed against the bed and wiggled his hips, begging silently for the cheetah to have another lick. To his annoyance, though, the cheetah sat up. The doppelganger gazed over the fox curiously, debating how to approach this. He returned to the drawer and rummaged through it until he found a scrap of silk cloth. It was probably intended to be used as a blindfold, but it would suit him for another purpose.

A needy gasp escaped the fox's lips when the cheetah draped the silk cloth over his erection. It was an unusual use for it, but the soft fabric against his shaft made him shiver. He bit down on the gag when the white feline's fingers brushed down the scrap, ensuring that the entire shaft was covered. His fingers circled the fabric and slowly began to stroke the fox's blanketed member, listening to the whimpering moans that escaped the vulpine.

The doppelganger could feel the throb of the canine shaft through the silk cloth, squeezing his paw over it. He paid particular attention to the bulb at the base, making Surge's hips thrust toward him eagerly. As he brushed toward the tip he received an unexpected jolt, growling again as his paw deformed noticeably. The silk fabric was quickly becoming soaked in the fox's precum, allowing it to conduct Surge's innate current.

Recovering from the jolt, the cheetah returned to his task, though he kept an eye on the spreading wetness. His fingers paid special attention to Surge's knot, stroking slowly over it each time his fingers came in contact. The cheetah's gentle touch to his sensitive bulb was almost enough to push the fox to an immediate orgasm, but the doppelganger changed his target just often enough to keep Surge on edge.

While the cheetah's paw cautiously tended to the throbbing vulpine member, his other began to remove his shorts. He unbuttoned them quickly and pushed them down, freeing his own growing erection with a soft growl. Surge's eyes were closed while he enjoyed the pleasure of his pet's nimble fingers, though he could feel the feline shifting on the bed. He tipped his head up to investigate, growling softly at the sight of his half-naked pet. The cheetah's pink erection was standing out proudly, pulsing in the air as he kicked his shorts off the bed.

Surge whined softly when the cheetah's fingers slowly pulled free of his shaft, bringing the silk cloth with them. The blue flesh throbbed visibly, a trickle of fluids dripping down the length. The doppelganger admired the sight as Surge gazed up at him, silently getting for more attention. His hips wiggled invitingly at the spotted feline, his bushy tail thumping rhythmically against the bed. Leaning toward Surge, the cheetah's paws came to rest on the vulpine's hips. He kneaded and squeezed them softly before he flipped the fox over, making Surge give a muffled yelp around his gag.

The fox ended up face-down on the bed, his backside wiggling at the cheetah. The feline was quick to grab the wagging appendage as it waved through the air. He pulled Surge's tail up and bit the tip lightly, holding it in his muzzle as he reached for the collar that he'd placed aside earlier. He looped it around the fox's neck and buckled it in place, then tucked the end of Surge's tail beneath it. This left the vulpine completely exposed to the feline.

The cheetah's eyes glanced to the drawer once more as he leaned over Surge. If licking the fox's erection gave him a mild jolt, he suspected that sticking his penis in him would have the same effect, if not stronger. He grinned, though, when he spied a box of condoms. He chuckled at the thought of using "protection" to mount the fox as he reached for the well-marked package. He fished out one of the small square packages and tore it open, dropping a latex condom onto his upturned paw.

Surge peeked over his shoulder, wondering what the cheetah was up to. He quirked an eyebrow as he watched the cheetah work the condom onto his erection, stroking his fingers over the shaft to smooth it down. The cat smirked, satisfied that it would sufficiently protect him from the fox's energy. He found a bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto the condom, knowing that he'd need it to avoid breaking the thin latex. His fingers smeared it over the length of his erection before he moved himself into position.

The fox only had a moment to get comfortable before he felt the tip of his pet's shaft nestle itself between his fuzzy cheeks. He bit down firmly on the gag when the cheetah wasted no time pushing himself in, burying his slickened length into Surge's bowels. Surge's backside clenched tightly around the cheetah's latex-encased flesh as the fox groaned around his gag. He tugged against his binding, pulling the leather cord taut.

"Look at you, squirming like a slut. I bet you're loving this," the cheetah growled in Surge's ear.

The doppelganger rocked forward until his lap met the fox's white rump, grinding firmly to ensure that he was fully sleeved inside. He paused a moment to nibble the tip of Surge's ear, making the fox shiver and let out a soft whine. His hips drew back slowly, teasing the pent-up fox as his tongue traced gently along the rim of Surge's ear.

"Now moan for me," the doppelganger purred. He drew his hips back and firmly thrust inside, making Surge bounce forward against the bed. The mattress creaked beneath their weight from the sudden shift as he repeated the motion.

Jolted back to reality from the sudden rocking, James pushed his paws firmly against the walls of the cheetah's gut. He'd nearly dozed off in the heat of the predator's body, the thinning air sapping his strength. He growled in frustration as his trapped body began to rhythmically bounce in the feline's belly, having a suspicion as to what was happening outside. The steady motion almost made him sick, dizziness building from the repetitive back-and-forth rocking.

The cheetah groaned when he felt the raccoon squirming in his gut with renewed vigor. The small body pawing at him from within added to the pleasure of stuffing Surge's rump, spurring the doppelganger to work harder. The slick flesh squeezed over his erection as he buried himself deep inside with each thrust, his spotted tail waving quickly in excitement.

Surge clenched his teeth around the rubber gag as the unusually-dominant cheetah worked up to a moderately fast pace. His erect glowing shaft ground into the bedding each time the feline thrust into his bowels, soaking the fabric with a steady flow of precum. The creaking of the strained mattress became more frequent, the frame knocking against the wall loudly. Needy moans escaped Surge's throat, muffled by the gag that was wedged in his jaws. He wasn't used to this kind of treatment, much less from his own pet, but he was in ecstasy.

The cheetah's lips slid over Surge's ear, pearly white teeth settling around the base. The cat's growls echoed into Surge's ear as he panted heavily, working himself up rapidly. At such an aggressive pace it wouldn't take long for the excited feline to reach orgasm. The tightness of the fox's clenching rump enhanced the sensation, along with the guilty pleasure of the raccoon's small body slipping around in his gut.

"Almost there," the doppelganger growled into Surge's ear. Surge groaned deeply in response, though he wasn't nearly as close to his peak as the cat. He wished that the cheetah would stroke his throbbing erection to finish him off, but the feline seemed content to knead his paws over Surge's hips as he rammed inside.

The cheetah's panting grew noticeably faster as he quickly approached his peak, working himself up to a frenzied pace. The bed threatened to give from the stress, knocking against the wall each time the feline thrust forward. He clenched as he worked his throbbing erection into the white fox, drawing out the intense feelings a few moments longer. His balls drew close to his body as he reached climax, letting out an almost feral growl around the fox's ear.

Surge felt the cheetah's shaft flare out and throb, but he was deprived the pleasure of the warm load. The condom held back the bursts of feline spunk as the white cheetah slowed his thrusts, panting heavily. He bit down on Surge's ear, making the fox shiver as he ground into the tight passage to milk himself. The fox's hips matched the soft grinding, whimpering needily to let the cheetah know that he hadn't released yet.

The doppelganger's panting slowed as he came down from his peak, lifting his muzzle away from the fox's ear. His hips came to a halt, his spent length tucked deep in the fox's bowels. He squeezed Surge's hips to ensure that the fox didn't wiggle away, enjoying the heat of the fox's body around his shaft. Surge was much warmer than most anyone that the doppelganger had mated with.

One of the cheetah's paws lifted away from Surge's hip to grope at his belly. The raccoon inside had become still once more, though he occasionally twitched in the sweltering chamber. He was still alive, but fading gradually from the lack of fresh air. On top of that, the cat's belly was recovering from the concoction that James had introduced. Digestive fluids were slowly leaking back into the chamber, making James whimper softly as the tingling on his pelt grew steadily stronger.

The predatory feline wasn't done, however. He had one more addition to make before his night would be over. Shifting both paws to Surge's shoulders, the cheetah rolled the fox onto his back. The white vulpine squirmed as his throbbing erection met the cool air once more, hoping that his pet would relieve the sexual tension. Instead, though, the cheetah reached up to remove the fox's gag. Surge's jaw relaxed when the strap was undone, allowing him to pull it free. His glowing blue tongue flicked over his lips to whisk away drool that had gathered, panting quietly due to his pent-up nature.

When Surge opened his mouth to speak, the doppelganger placed a finger over his lips. He smiled warmly and leaned down, intent on drawing the white vulpine into a passionate kiss. That kiss would be the beginning of a slimy descent into the doppelganger's gut, as so many had experienced before. When their lips touched, however, it was a very different story.

In his excited state, Surge's body had built up quite a charge. Being as worked up as he was had caused Surge to become saturated with electricity. When the cheetah's lips came in contact with the white vulpine's, a powerful jolt of electricity rushed through his body. The electricity caused the doppelganger to lose control of his ability of maintain his body structure. In one moment Surge was kissing what he thought was his beloved white cheetah. Seconds later he found himself staring at an indistinguishable pile of quivering grey material. It flowed like molten metal off the fox's bed, crackling with electricity as it heaped on the floor.

James found himself suddenly flopped on top of his adoptive father, sputtering as he was bathed in heated slime. He gasped sharply when he realized he had fresh air, his tail twitching against Surge's leg. It took several seconds for him to realize that he was no longer in the cheetah's belly, the world appearing fuzzy to him.

"James? Are you okay?" Surge asked, completely forgetting about what had just happened to the cheetah.

"F-Frosty," the raccoon coughed, trying to clear his head. He had been on the brink of unconsciousness when Surge's involuntary discharge melted the doppelganger. He inhaled deeply again, clutching Surge's chest. "It's not Frosty."

"What are you talking about?" Surge asked.

"I...stabbed him with my...shrinking tonic. It didn't...do anything," James panted. His face was dark, but slowly returning to a normal color. "He tried to kill me."

Distracted from the doppelganger's presence, the two were unaware that the creature was gathering himself and rising up from the floor. Without the fox's energy coursing through its body, it was able to reshape itself back into the familiar white cheetah. A menacing growl captured the pair's attention, turning just in time to see the cheetah lunge at James.

The doppelganger grabbed the small raccoon by the shoulders, yanking him off Surge's body. The fox's arms scrambled to catch his son, but the doppelganger pulled him just out of reach. With his disguise blown, the doppelganger opted for a much more direct approach. He hugged James tightly against his body, which rippled and distorted against him. With a piercing shriek, James was sucked into the mass of flesh, absorbed directly into the doppelganger's form. The flesh slurped lewdly as the white raccoon disappeared into it, surrounding him in a cocoon of suffocating slime. There was no stomach this time, no air to breathe. He was completely encased in the doppelganger's matter.

Surge didn't pause to think when he saw his son disappear into the imposter's body. He lunged at the cheetah and latched on to him. Electricity crackled from his body, protective instinct driving him.

"Keep your filthy hands off my son!" Surge yelled. This time, the fox unleashed the full potential of his electrical energy into the doppelganger's body. The creature shrieked as it was overwhelmed by the current, its body melting into a shapeless mass on the floor once again. James rolled out of the material, twitching occasionally. Having been encased in the doppelganger's body, the small raccoon was similarly exposed to the charge that Surge had delivered.

Surge bent down and immediately gathered James up in his arms, hugging his son tightly against himself. The quivering material on the floor crackled and arced as the fox stood in the middle of it, his toe-claws continuing to deliver a potent shock to keep the creature subdued. His paws kneaded over James as he bit his lip, gently shaking him.

"Come on, James. Wake up," Surge said softly to him. He was relieved when James coughed and opened his eyes.

"I've...had worse," he groaned a moment later, his cheek resting against Surge's chest.

"James, what is that thing?" Surge asked quietly, reassured that he hadn't carelessly injured his son.

"Most likely a Doppelganger," James replied quietly. "They exist solely for the purpose of finding a creature to mimic. When they've chosen their victim, they assume their appearance and...wreak havoc until they get bored and move on."

"If that thing isn't Frosty, then...where is the real Frosty?" Surge asked quietly. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.

James's ears flattened, gazing down at the pile. He didn't want to make eye contact with his father. "More than likely dead." He watched the doppelganger's matter twitch and stir, hearing Surge whimper quietly. "I might be able to save him, though. It wouldn't be easy, but there's a chance I could do it."

Surge fought back a tear as he let James down to the floor. "What about this...monstrosity?"

"Keep it under control. I'll be right back." The white raccoon turned and pushed the bedroom door open, limping quickly down the hall.

Returning his gaze to the shapeless doppelganger, the fox growled. He felt the shifting mass of slime creep up his legs before he released another charged shock, causing it to fall away once more. His bushy tail lashed back and forth with clear agitation as he waited patiently for James to return. He was experiencing mixed emotions, still fighting back the desire to weep but also feeling a combination of anger and frustration. After everything Frosty had gone through recently, he didn't deserve this. Surge had sent him off to the convention to unwind and enjoy himself.

The fox's ears perked when he heard James hobbling back to the bedroom. The raccoon appeared a moment later, leaning against his cane just inside the bedroom door. In his free paw was a small device that looked like a mace gun. James gazed down at the grayish mass at Surge's feet, then back to the white fox.

"You're going to want to step back, you wouldn't want to get sprayed by this stuff," the raccoon warned. "I imagine that thing is going to be pretty pissed, so be on your guard."

Surge nodded and carefully stepped back, his paws sloshing through the soupy material. As soon as his glowing blue claws separated from the doppelganger's mass, the pile of grey matter quivered and began to quickly pull together. A pillar of flesh rose up from the floor, forming a vaguely feline shape.

James squeezed the trigger on his small device, unleashing a stream of viscous blue fluid. It splattered over the doppelganger's body, sizzling noisily as it spread down the creature's form. The blue fluid quickly expanded to thick foam, reacting with the makeup of the doppelganger's body. It soaked deep into the grey flesh as the raccoon continued to hose the doppelganger down.

The doppelganger hissed threateningly at James, maintaining the appearance of a featureless grey feline. It attempted to charge forward at the raccoon, but didn't get far. A gleaming layer of crystals began to spread outward from the core of the doppelganger's body, hindering its movement. James took a step back to ensure that the creature didn't reach him before it completely crystallized. He watched intently as the doppelganger took a labored step forward before its legs became entirely cemented in place.

Growling loudly, the cat's arms reached for the raccoon and attempted to grab him. James was fortunate to be just out of reach as the doppelganger's limbs were overtaken by the spreading blue crystals. Threateningly sharp claws hovered inches in front of James's face as the rest of the doppelganger solidified, standing like a statue.

Surge blinked in confusion at what had just taken place. He glanced in James's direction, back to the doppelganger, then again to the raccoon. "How did you do that?"

"I made a formula specifically for gel-based forms. I'm just glad it worked on...this thing," he replied quietly. James experimentally tapped the doppelganger's crystallized body, ensuring that it was completely solid. He didn't want to experience any unplanned surprises. "We need to get it into my lab, though. I don't know how long it will stay that way. This stuff doesn't last forever."

"And what about Frosty?" Surge asked.

James sighed softly and turned to meet his dad's gaze. "I really don't know. I'll do what I can..."

* * * * * * * * * *

James closed the door to his laboratory and locked it behind himself immediately. He reached for a nearby switch and flicked on the lights, illuminating his personal workplace. He strolled casually up to a large glass vat which contained a familiar grey material, twitching and shifting continuously. Even though it had nearly killed him, the doppelganger had provided James will an opportunity that he couldn't resist. With the creature subdued, he now had a chance to perform research to discover more about it. Two large electrical probes provided constant power to the vat, ensuring that the doppelganger was under his control.

A sinister grin spread over James's muzzle as he watched the contents of the vat quiver, his bushy ringed tail flicking slowly. "You're going to provide me with plenty of experiments, my friend."

As he turned away from the subdued doppelganger, James reached into his lab coat. He extracted a glass test tube from one of the pockets, lifting it so the light shined through it. Inside were several short white hairs, which he had collected from various locations in Surge's bedroom. James was certain they belonged to Frosty, given that Surge's fur was much longer than the cheetah's. He sighed heavily as he hobbled over to his workbench, settling the glass vial down next to his chemistry set.

James thumbed through a collection of notebooks before he fished out a thick binder of notes involving genetic experiments. He gazed to a daunting machine that dominated one end of his laboratory. It was his pride and joy; something he used in situations such as this. His fingers lightly tapped on the top of the workbench as he sighed again.

"Well, this works for dad. Let's see if I can get it to work for Frosty..."