Playing Dirty
This story was written for my boyfriend Surge's birthday. Happy Birthday, foxy <3
"K.O."
Surge flopped his head backwards against the backrest of the couch in frustration. A heavy sigh escaped the white fox's muzzle as he dropped a video game controller in his lap and gazed at the ceiling. His bushy white tail bristled as it thumped against the couch in agitation.
"You know, you haven't won a game all night," a plump raccoon chuckled.
"I've told you a hundred times, I'm terrible at fighting games," Surge protested.
"Ironic, since you run a dojo," HT smirked.
Surge growled softly. "Just start another round."
"Your funeral."
Surge wasn't planning on losing again. A plan formed in his head as they selected their characters and started another fight. Just as the round started, the fox reached over and poked the heavy raccoon in the ribs. HT jumped at the unexpected jab and used his elbow to deflect Surge's paw. His fingers remained on the controller, feverishly dancing over the buttons. Surge attempted again, much with the same result.
"Hey, knock that off," the raccoon protested.
Just as Surge was reaching over for another jab, "K.O." echoed from the television. Groaning loudly, Surge pondered quitting then and there. Even with dirty tactics, HT was still beating him soundly. He would have to try something else if he was going to win. As the next round started, Surge adjusted his position on the couch so that his feet could reach the raccoon's belly instead.
"Hey, what are you doing?" HT questioned as Surge's glowing pads began to knead at his soft belly. It provided enough of a distraction for Surge to get several good hits in before HT noticed.
Surge growled when the raccoon refocused, offsetting his successful distraction with an impressive combo. He had to think fast if he wanted to win. His paws kneaded firmly at the raccoon's round gut, drawing more attention to them. HT struggled to concentrate on the game, particularly when the white feet ventured lower into his lap. A soft groan escaped the raccoon's lips as Surge lightly pinned the warm bulge between his feet and rubbed at it.
HT briefly gazed down to watch the fox's glowing blue pads working over his lap. It gave Surge just enough time to hammer quickly on his controller. HT's ears perked up when a knockout was announced in Surge's favor, then smirked.
"Oh, so this is how it's gonna be, huh?" he teased.
"Well, I'm obviously not gonna win by traditional means," Surge countered, sticking a glowing blue tongue out at the fat raccoon.
"Two can play at that game, then." HT placed his controller on the floor, then twisted himself on the couch to face Surge. He lifted his feet and wiggled his toes teasingly, giving Surge a good look at his ebony pads. The white fox whined softly at the inviting display, completely distracting his attention from the television. It was difficult for him to focus on the TV when paws were one of Surge's biggest weaknesses.
Grinning impishly, HT pushed his feet toward Surge and rested them in the fox's lap. It served as an effective distraction, though the raccoon wasn't any better off. The game was at a standstill while the two teased one another. Surge's eyes remained glued to the raccoon's paws as they began to softly rub at his lap. His hips rolled gently, encouraging the soft kneading motions.
HT could feel the bulge already growing in Surge's pants. He carefully pinned it between his feet, working his toes slowly up and down the steadily swelling canine shaft. Surge closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, his own feet slipping away from HT's lap to rest on either side of the raccoon's hips. Soft, approving groans rose from the electric fox as HT steadily worked him up to a full erection, his shaft straining against the fabric of his shorts.
Surge's hips began to grind more insistently against HT's feet now that he was hard. His shaft throbbed each time the pair of feet stroked down his thick length, making Surge growl quietly. Surge's glowing claws gripped tightly at a cushion, indenting the fabric when he squeezed. The game was completely forgotten for him now, the controller slipping to the floor with a soft clatter.
The raccoon continued to steadily work up and down Surge's length for several seconds before he withdrew his feet from the fox's lap. HT wiggled his toes teasingly at Surge when the fox's eyes peeked open. Smirking at his friend, HT adjusted his grip on the controller and twisted himself so that his feet were on the floor once again.
"Hey, wait, that's not fair," Surge whined somewhat breathlessly.
"All's fair in love and war," HT mumbled as he began to tap quickly on the buttons.
"K.O.," the TV announced a moment later.
Surge narrowed his eyes at HT, who was deliberately keeping his attention focused on the television now. Surge wasn't going to have any of this from his best friend. The electric fox leapt across the couch, sending HT's controller clattering across the floor. A startled shriek accompanied a heavy thump as the pudgy raccoon was thrown to the couch, ending up on his back.
"Hey, what gives?" HT demanded, trying to push Surge up. Despite being much larger than the white fox, Surge packed a surprising amount of strength.
Surge grinned down at his pinned friend. "It's not nice to leave a fox hanging like that. If you're going to get me all worked up, you'd better finish what you start."
As he said this, Surge rolled his hips firmly against HT's lap. His erection ground against the underside of HT's belly, making the raccoon blush lightly. The fox's bushy white tail flicked back and forth as he gazed intently into HT's eyes.
"You're the one that started it," HT mumbled, trying hard not to get too excited. "And you still lost, by the way."
"Well, I'm gonna make sure it gets finished," Surge replied with another firm grind.
HT could feel a bulge steadily swelling in his own pants as Surge continued to grind against him. "Can't we just call it even and play games?"
Surge's head shook. "Nope. Foxy's gonna get what he wants first."
With that, Surge placed his paws on HT's waist and sat back. Another shriek echoed through the living room as HT was flipped onto his belly. HT attempted to push himself up, but Surge was on him immediately. The white vulpine pinned him to the couch, snatching up HT's wrists to prevent him from escaping. Surge's tail wagged back and forth proudly as he lowered his hips, enjoying a lewd grind against the raccoon's soft rump.
HT wanted to say something, but the growing excitement was quickly getting the better of him. As Surge's hips pushed against the raccoon's backside, HT's growing erection ground into the couch. The raccoon's toes curled at the unexpectedly strong rush of pleasure he got from this, accompanied by a soft groan.
Squeezing HT's wrists, Surge rolled his hips rhythmically back and forth. He leaned down and growled quietly into his friend's ear, enjoying the softness of HT's rump against his erection. Despite his initial protest, HT was already starting to get into it. His hips rolled upward gently to match Surge's firm grinding, encouraging the fox's shameless actions.
The raccoon shivered when Surge's teeth lightly nipped the tip of his ear. It flicked lightly at the electric fox as he followed the round ear, nibbling slowly from one side to the other. As he teased his friend, Surge's grinding became more determined. A wet spot was spreading in his shorts from a steady drip of precum due to the fox's excitement. He intended on relieving himself of them soon enough, gently releasing HT's wrists and stroking down the raccoon's sides.
Surge's paws eventually found their way to HT's hips. They squeezed firmly at the padded flesh as the fox's erection ground against HT's pants again. His hands only dwelled there for a moment before sneaking beneath the raccoon. Surge felt HT tense up when he groped the raccoon's firm length through his pants. He growled quietly into HT's ear as he felt the warmth radiating from the raccoon's firm bulge.
The fox's glowing claws danced gently over the front of HT's pants, teasing his friend for a moment before he unbuttoned him and tugged the zipper down. One HT's clothing was sufficiently loosened, Surge didn't waste any time removing it from his hips. He pulled back sharply, exposing HT's rump to the cool air. The fox left HT's pants bunched around his thighs, not bothering to properly remove them. It wouldn't be necessary.
A grin spread over Surge's lips as his paws kneaded HT's soft rump cheeks. He rolled his hips forward, grinding his length along the cleft gently. There was still one barrier that needed to be removed, however. Surge enjoyed a few teasing strokes before he slipped a paw into his own lap. He untied the strings that held his shorts snug, then pushed the fabric down in front. Much like HT's pants, he didn't bother to remove them. It wouldn't be necessary for what he had in mind.
A glowing blue erection stood up proudly once it was freed from Surge's purple shorts. The flesh pulsed gently as Surge curled his fingers around it and stroked softly. He leaned down and nuzzled HT between the ears, growling quietly to him as his hips lowered. The tip of his erection lightly brushed through HT's fur as Surge hot-dogged the raccoon.
HT could feel his face burning from the intensity of the blush he was experiencing. The heat of Surge's erection against his backside was unmistakable. His bushy ringed tail thumped lightly against the couch as Surge teased him, anticipating what the fox would be doing next. He wouldn't have to wait long. Surge was just as eager to continue.
Lowering his aim, Surge carefully eased the tapered tip of his shaft beneath the raccoon's tail. He lightly rocked back and forth, slipping the dripping end forward until it bumped against HT's warm entrance. The soft touch made the raccoon squirm, grinding himself against Surge's glowing tip as a familiar tingle tickled his pucker.
"My turn to dominate," Surge whispered. A soft thrust followed, the slickened tip pressing firmly against the raccoon's opening.
HT tensed when he felt the tingling blue tip slipping in. He nearly squeezed Surge back out, but the fox pushed forward to counter the firm clench. A soft gasp rose from HT's lips when the thicker portion of Surge's shaft slipped in. It disappeared an inch at a time, tickling HT's bowels as it slid deeper. A steady trickle of pre leaked out, slickening the warm passage as it eased deeper. The white vulpine didn't stop until HT's stretched ring kissed the top of his knot.
Surge paused to savor the warmth and tightness of his friend's insides wrapped around his shaft. He gently ground his knot against HT's ring, making the raccoon squirm beneath him. He enjoyed several soft humps before he drew his hips back, slowly withdrawing himself from the warm depths. The raccoon's body clenched lightly as his thick length pulled back, as if asking to be filled once more.
Obliging the silent request, Surge paused when only the tip was nestled inside and firmly pushed back in. HT gripped firmly at the armrest, dull claws indenting the soft fabric. He bit his lip to muffle a moan, his own erection grinding against the inside of his pants. A wet spot was already spreading through the fabric. He rolled his hips when Surge was hilted inside, shuddering excitedly when the knot teased him.
Surge drew back a moment later, only to thrust forward with increased vigor. He didn't hesitate to pull back this time, beginning to work himself into a steady rhythm. HT's body bounced lightly against the sofa each time he thrust, grinding his erection into the cushion. Surge squeezed his hips and growled quietly into his ear, angling his thrusts to roll the tip over HT's prostate. The soft jolts of electricity against his sensitive spot caused him to spurt pre involuntarily.
Surge lightly nipped along the back of HT's neck as he continued to thrust. Soft growls accompanied his biting, asserting his dominance over his friend. Each thrust drew most of the glowing blue shaft from the raccoon's bowels before Surge buried it once more. His knot was beginning to engorge, pushing more insistently against HT's stretched ring as the seconds passed.
The couch began to creak softly as the white vulpine's pace picked up. HT arched his back, pushing the thick shaft more directly against his prostate. Muffled groans rose from his lips as his body rolled and pushed back against Surge's determined humps. Glowing claws pricked gently at his hips, sending soft jolts into his pelt as the electric fox squeezed.
Lusty growls accompanied the firm thrusts as Surge rhythmically buried his shaft into HT's rump. He could feel the pleasure building quickly. Even though he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out long at this pace, Surge maintained the rough pattern. He didn't intend to let up until his knot was firmly lodged in the raccoon's bowels.
HT tensed sharply when Surge's jaws parted over his neck. The feel of the fox's pearly white fangs lightly digging into his scruff made him gasp and clench. It was almost enough to send him over the edge immediately. Being bitten was one of the raccoon's soft spots, and Surge knew it. He lightly chewed on HT's scruff as he thrust harder, listening to his friend's needy groans.
The raccoon's body shuddered with excitement as Surge clamped down on his neck repeatedly. The dominant mating bites made it nearly impossible for HT to hold back. He ground shamelessly against the inside of his pants, his bowels clenching each time Surge bit his neck. When Surge's paws moved from HT's hips to his soft belly and began to knead it, the raccoon lost it. A heavy moan escaped his open muzzle as a shudder rocked his body.
The raccoon's shaft erupted, splattering the crotch of his pants with hot seed. His hips jerked erratically, grinding his length into the sticky mess that he was making. He groaned each time Surge groped and squeezed his soft belly, the fox biting down on his neck almost hard enough to break the skin.
As HT experienced the throes of orgasm, Surge doubled his efforts. He maintained his firm hold on his friend's neck as his thrusts became much shorter and more forceful. The tight, almost painful clench of the raccoon's bowels was almost enough to push Surge over the edge as well. He was determined to hold it back until his knot was properly wedged in his friend's body, however. Each thrust shoved the knot firmly against HT's stretched ring, indenting it around the thick bulb.
A sharp grunt accompanied Surge's final thrust, forcing his knot up against the clenched muscle until it forced its way in. When the thickest portion squeezed past the tight ring, the remainder disappeared inside with a lewd slurp. Surge growled with lust as the tense ring settled over the base of his glowing member.
Several quick, deep thrusts were enough to finish the white fox off. A burst of warmth rushed into HT's bowels as his knot engorged, locking itself in place against the raccoon's prostate. The familiar tingle of electricity intensified somewhat as Surge emptied himself, further fueling the raccoon's own climax. Surge maintained the firm love bite on HT's neck as he sprawled out on top of his friend, panting heavily as he gradually came down from his peak.
HT gently ground himself against the knotted shaft as the last of his seed trickled from his member. He loved feeling that thick bulb wedged in his bowels, as well as the sticky warm sensation that was steadily spreading through his insides. A satisfied sigh rose from his lips as he relaxed a bit, knowing that he wouldn't be going anywhere until Surge's knot softened.
Surge eventually released his firm hold on the raccoon's scruff. His glowing blue tongue tenderly swept over the matted fur, knowing it would likely bruise. HT never seemed to mind, however. He cooed softly as the tingling appendage caressed his neck, tipping his head forward with another content sigh. The tip of his tail flicked lazily against the couch as he wound down, enjoying the blissful afterglow that settled over him.
Several quiet minutes passed in silence, save the background music from the video game they had been playing earlier. Surge's paws lightly brushed over HT's belly and waist, occasionally tugging his hips back to test the firmness of his swollen knot. Each soft pull made HT gasp and clench lightly around the thick vulpine shaft.
"Just relax," Surge reassured, lightly kneading HT's waist. "Can't continue playing games when you're face down on the couch with a fox knot in your rump."
"I'm sure I could figure out a way," HT chuckled. His tail brushed lightly against Surge's waist as he smirked at him.
Giving a firm tug after the raccoon finished his thought, Surge managed to slip his knot free of the raccoon. The motion was accompanied by a lewd, wet pop. HT let out a surprised gasp when the thick bulb slipped free, squeezing the fox's thick shaft. Surge lightly rubbed HT's sides as he drew his hips back until his glowing shaft slid free. He gently rubbed it against the raccoon's rump before he sat up. His paws kneaded down to HT's hips, giving them a playful squeeze before he tugged the raccoon's pants up to cover his butt.
HT wiggled his hips gently at Surge, blushing at the sticky mess that smeared into his fur. He suspected it was his "punishment" for teasing Surge earlier. The smell of musk was heavy, rising steadily from his lap. As Surge slid away from his body, HT rolled onto his back and smiled fondly at the fox. He watched Surge tuck himself back into his shorts, which were still somewhat tented from the fox's gradually softening member.
"Looks like you made a mess of yourself," Surge chuckled as he observed HT's damp pants.
"Your fault," HT muttered. "I should make you clean it up."
"Make me clean it up?" Surge chuckled. "I'm the one in charge here."
HT lifted a foot away from the couch and waved it lightly away from Surge, allowing it to hover inches away from the fox's muzzle. "I'm sure that could be changed easily enough."
Surge flushed as the raccoon's foot lingered teasingly in front of him. He could smell the light musk rising from the pads. The sight and scent was a particularly soft spot of Surge's. It was something the raccoon frequently enjoyed exploiting when he needed to get out of a tight spot, or wanted to reverse roles. This time, however, Surge was determined not to give in. He did his best to maintain his dominant stance.
"Not tonight, coon," Surge chuckled. He leaned in and kissed the raccoon's pads, making HT giggle softly. "I think you need to be reminded that you're just foxy's little belly slut."
Reaching down, Surge plucked HT's other foot from the couch and lifted it toward his jaws. He could see how flustered he'd made HT at the mention of his stomach. He knew that the raccoon loved it inside. Surge lightly touched his glowing blue nose to the largest pad, sniffing softly to take in HT's scent. He growled approvingly and extended his tongue, slowly flicking the tip of it over the sensitive pads.
HT bit his lip firmly to muffle a giggle. His feet jerked sharply when the tingling blue tongue tickled him, but Surge maintained a firm grip. The blue tongue lapped over his pads a second time, much slower and deliberately drawn out. HT tried to keep his composure, but each slow lick forced a ticklish giggle from his throat. His feet were exceptionally sensitive, especially to Surge's electric touch.
Surge pressed his tongue over the raccoon's pads several times, enjoying the helpless giggling that resulted. A soft growl from his belly encouraged him to continue, however. He gave his friend's dark pads one final lick before he drew his lips away, admiring the fuzzy warm paws before him. His fingers kneaded them lightly, allowing HT to calm down. He was panting lightly from laughing, his bushy ringed tail flicking against the sofa.
"You're done tormenting me, right?" HT breathed.
Surge smirked knowingly. "That depends on whether or not you consider the next part torment. Judging by how hard you usually get, though..."
The electric fox didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to. Squeezing his fingers around HT's ankles, he leaned forward again. His jaws parted when they neared HT's feet, causing the raccoon to jerk involuntarily. He was expecting another assault of licking, but this time the fox's glowing blue maw didn't stop. HT blushed at the tingling warmth that greeted his feet as he watched Surge's muzzle slip over them and clamp down.
HT wiggled his toes lightly as a tingling tongue lapped over his feet again. This time, however, it wasn't Surge's goal to tickle his friend. His tongue explored other areas, dipping down to the heel and softly brushing over HT's ankles. A quiet slurp followed as Surge tightened his lips around the raccoon's paws, drawing out the pleasant flavor that was so familiar to him.
Even though HT had just experienced an intense climax, he could feel an erection returning. The sight of Surge's jaws clamped around his feet always got him riled up. He knew exactly what the fox had in mind. The warm muzzle eased up his ankles until his toes poked warm, slippery flesh at the back of Surge's throat.
A soft growl rose up Surge's throat when HT wiggled his toes. Flattening his tongue against the raccoon's ankles, Surge lightly squeezed his legs together as he swallowed. His lips crept over HT's shins, the two feet forming a noticeable bulge in his throat. HT blushed intensely as the warm flesh kneaded over him, starting his familiar journey into fox's innards.
Surge closed his eyes, savoring the wiggling paws in his throat. His bushy white tail wagged happily as he swallowed again, claiming several inches of HT's calves. His tongue brushed wetly over the raccoon's pant cuffs, soaking the fabric in slick drool. They clung wetly to HT's legs as the fox swallowed, working his way up to his friend's knees. Surge's belly growled eagerly as his throat squeezed the raccoon's legs deeper. Not only would the fox be gaining quite a filling occupant; the raccoon's clothes would also serve as a perfect snack. It was the primary reason for Surge preferring to swallow his "prey" clothes and all.
"Guess James is gonna get a visit from big brother, huh?" HT asked quietly.
Surge chuckled quietly despite his mouthful of raccoon. A soft nod and a deep gulp was his only real response, however. A light shiver ran up HT's back as the slick flesh rolled over his legs, the fox's jaws creeping effortlessly toward his hips. Surge's pearly teeth raked harmlessly over his pants, nibbling at the light fabric between swallows.
When he finally reached the raccoon's soft hips, a distinct aroma flooded Surge's nose. The musky scent had been lingering in the air ever since HT came, but now it was intense. Surge's tongue snuck between HT's thighs to lap at his crotch, making his friend groan. The taste of raccoon spunk was a pleasant, welcome addition to Surge's "meal." He continued to explore shamelessly between HT's legs as another satisfying swallow stretched his jaws over the raccoon's hips.
HT squirmed helplessly as Surge's tongue passed back and forth over his crotch. His erection throbbed beneath his pants, straining against the fabric as the fox teased him. The barrier prevented direct contact with Surge's tingling tongue, but the licking motion was enough to keep the raccoon groaning blissfully.
Surge enjoyed a few final licks before a deep swallow claimed his friend's hips. His jaws began to stretch over HT's belly with a bit of effort as the soft hips formed a notable bulge in Surge's throat. While the raccoon's legs had been little trouble for Surge, the greedy fox had to slow down to work in HT's hefty gut. He nibbled slowly up the raccoon's gut as he swallowed, his jaw gaping wider to accommodate his friend's midsection.
A soft groan escaped HT's lips when his soft belly was squeezed. His trademark orange hoodie bunched up against the fox's teeth as Surge stretched over his soft gut. The fox's paws gently kneaded over his belly, squishing it down to help squeeze it in. HT watched with a deep blush as his generous gut gradually disappeared between Surge's lips. His belly flexed each time Surge squeezed it, sending shivers through his body.
As Surge's jaws spread around the thickest portion of HT's belly, the raccoon's feet pushed into a warm chamber below. A soft growl vibrated around HT when his his paws kneaded the slippery walls. The electric fox loved the sensation of someone rubbing at the inside of his belly. After a few moments of enjoyment, Surge's throat flexed around HT's stomach and tugged sharply, turning the generous gut into a lewd bulge in the fox's neck.
HT reached down to lightly pet Surge's cheeks, feeling the bulge of his torso slipping toward his friend's throat. Surge cooed quietly at the soft touch and took HT's wrists in his hands, then guided them to his lips. With a wet slurp, the raccoon's hands disappeared past Surge's jaws. His arms became totally pinned when Surge swallowed, easing HT's hands into his throat along with several inches of his chest.
As HT watched, the sight of the fox's gaped jaws quickly dominated his vision. More and more of his body was steadily being claimed Surge's slick throat, the hefty bulges beginning to fill out the slimy chamber below. The fox's white belly stretched effortlessly, greedily accepting the new occupant that would soon be weighing it down. With Surge's jaws creeping over HT's chest and up to his shoulders, it wouldn't be long before the raccoon was properly tucked away.
The raccoon's eyes closed for a moment to savor each pull of Surge's throat around his body. The fleshy tunnel squeezed over him in waves, giving him a rather unusual full-body massage. He sighed happily before he opened his eyes again, feeling Surge's teeth cresting over his shoulders with the next possessive gulp. This was HT's favorite part of the experience.
Tipping his head up, HT gave a parting wiggle that made Surge groan. The noise rumbled clearly in HT's ears, making him smile. He kept his eyes open as the fox's pearly canines brushed over the back of his neck, Surge's glowing blue tongue poking out over his bottom lip to curl against HT's face. With the next heavy swallow, HT's vision was bordered by those glistening teeth. A shiver of excitement rushed up his back as the white canines slowly retreated, the glowing flesh of Surge's maw sliding over his face.
The fox's tingling tongue lapped over HT's face in a fond farewell before another swallow pulled his head into smoothly Surge's throat. More and more glowing flesh dominated HT's vision as his last glimpse of the outside world slipped from him, only to be replaced by the serene blue glow of Surge's innards. HT closed his eyes to enjoy the remainder of the trip as Surge's throat flexed around his face and chest. It only took a few last swallows to force him the rest of the way into the slippery gut.
The steady thrums of Surge's heart and the soft gurgling of a meal settling into his belly were clear in HT's ears. The raccoon hugged his legs gently, embracing them against his chest as the tight confines forced him into a fetal position. Even though the glowing flesh lightly illuminated the interior of the fox's gut, HT kept his eyes closed. There wasn't much to see anyway. A heavy, satisfied sigh escaped his lips as the walls squeezed him from all directions.
Exhaling his own blissful sigh, Surge rolled onto his side. His paws kneaded firmly over his bloated gut, admiring the round dome that almost dwarfed Surge's body. The walls pressed in against HT as Surge rubbed over him, helping to work glowing blue fluids into HT's fur. The clothing HT was wearing began to rapidly melt and dissolve right off his body, the fox's body making quick work of the fabric.
It wasn't long before HT was fully nude in Surge's belly. The fox's insides were efficient at digesting fabric, even when someone happened to be wearing it. In addition, the blue fluids were beginning to bleach HT's fur. The natural color was steadily fading away to a pristine white, though the raccoon's mask retained a silvery hue. The bleaching effect had earned the title "big brother" from Surge's adoptive son, which had become something of an in-joke between them.
As Surge was about to say something to his occupant, he heard someone shuffling into the living room. He glanced over and met eyes with a small white raccoon. It was Surge's son, James. He was wearing a white lab coat, indicating that he'd just emerged from his private laboratory. The raccoon leaned against his cane, supporting his weight as he stared at his dad's enormous gut. He sniffed at the air, detecting the scent of musk lingering in the living room.
He remained quiet for several seconds before he furrowed his brow angrily. It was clear what Surge had been up to. "How come I miss all the fun?" he shot loudly.
Surge blinked at James's outburst, watching with dumbfounded shock as he stormed out of the living room. He lightly drummed his fingers against his belly as HT stirred within, having heard the small raccoon's complaint loud and clear despite his vulpine accommodations. Grinning to himself, Surge gazed down at his gut.
"Don't worry, James. You'll get to play with big brother once I'm done with him..."