My [Belated] Valentine
"I'm home!"
The white fox closed the door behind himself, glancing around the dark house. His bushy tail flicked back and forth as he hummed to himself. Strange. The house wasn't usually this quiet when he got home from work. He hung up his jacked and stretched, yawning.
"James, you home?" he called out.
Not hearing a reply, Surge stepped quietly down the hallway and poked his head into the raccoon's room. His eyes trailed to the bed, where a soft snoring could be heard. He smiled and stepped in, closing the door behind himself. He padded over to the boy's bed and sat down at the edge, reaching down and petting over him lightly. James was sleeping soundly, his rest undisturbed as the fox caressed him.
"Poor guy. Must've worn yourself out playing video games all night again," he chuckled quietly.
He leaned down and gave the grey raccoon a kiss on the forehead, then slid off the bed and stood up. He stepped over to the TV, which had been left on, switching it off as he stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly.
"Kitty?" he called down the hallway, hoping that we wouldn't disturb the raccoon sleeping on the other side of the door.
"In the bedroom," came a warm reply.
Surge smiled as he stepped down the hallway, nearly tripping over a shoe in the process. He caught himself against the wall, gazing down at the offending sneaker. He lightly kicked it to the edge of the wallway, shaking his head. He would put it in its proper place later.
"Dammit, James, clean up after yourself," he grumbled as he approached the master bedroom.
The fox paused as a distinct aroma caught his attention. He leaned his head up and sniffed at the air, quirking an eyebrow. "Coconut?"
Surge shrugged lightly and shook his head as he twisted the doorknob. The cheetah must have been burning his candles again. He pushed the bedroom door open and stepped in, then froze at the sight that greeted him.
Frosty, his white-furred cheetah pet, was sprawled out on the queen bed on his belly, his legs gently kicking back and forth in the air. What was more shocking, however, was that the cat was almost completely naked. A pair of pink see-through stockings clung to his legs, with matching arm-warmers. The only other article adorning the cheetah's body was his collar, which Surge had given to him as a gift to show his ownership of the white cat. The usual silver tag had been removed, however, replaced with a deep red crystal heart. The cheetah's spotted white tail flicked back and forth as he turned his head to acknowledge the white fox standing in the doorway.
"Welcome home, foxy. How was work?" he asked with a soft purr.
"Work? It was...uh...good," Surge replied, unable to find better words.
Frosty smirked to him, winking to the fox. "Well, I'm glad to hear it, hun."
Surge remained where he was, his paw still resting on the doorknob. He finally managed to blurt out, "Frosty, why are you dressed like that? Valentine's was almost a week ago."
The cheetah frowned a bit. "I thought you might like a warm welcome, after a long day at work."
Surge finally stepped into the room and closed the door behind himself, his eyes still glued to the scantily-dressed feline. "Well, I appreciate the thought, kitty."
The cheetah propped himself up on his elbows, arching his back as he gazed over at the white fox. Surge smiled and slid over to the edge of the bed, lightly running a paw over the spotted fur on Frosty's back.
"We've got the house to ourselves, foxy. James is asleep, and Andrei is out for the night with friends."
Surge smirked and leaned down to nip at the cheetah's ear. "You set that up, didn't you?"
"Of course," Frosty replied with a knowing grin. "I wanted to make sure that there were no distractions or interruptions."
"I see. And what exactly did you have planned for us, then?"
The white cheetah smirked at the question. "That's entirely up to you, foxy. We've got all evening to enjoy ourselves, and you have your pet kitty all to yourself."
"I like the sound of that," he said, nuzzling against the rounded ear and giving it a lick. He then sniffed lightly, causing a distinct scent on the cheetah's fur. He smelled like coconut. Likely from the body wash he used. "You smell good, kitty."
Frosty leaned into the lick with a shiver, blushing lightly at the attention. He didn't move, though, keeping himself propped up on his elbows. His tail waved back and forth a little faster as the tongue caressed over his ear again, matting down the fur a little and sending a light buzz of electricity through it. His ear flicked at the little tingle, the fox sitting up again and gazing down at the cat.
"You look so cute, all stretched out like that," he cooed softly to Frosty.
"Thank you, foxy," the cheetah replied.
"You'll need to help me, if you want to play. I think your master is a little overdressed for the occasion."
Frosty nodded at this, pulling himself up into a sitting position, his legs tucked to the side. He rubbed his paws along Surge's sides, gazing up at the white fox. He then caressed upward over his chest, undoing the buttons at the top of his polo shirt. Surge raised his arms for the cat as Frosty pulled it up over his head, exposing the pale white fur on Surge's body.
The cheetah's paws caressed gently over the fox's chest, eliciting a soft sigh as his fingers combed through the soft fur. Surge reached out, running his paws down along the cheetah's waist, then around to his lower back. He pushed his claws into the fur and raked upward, causing Frosty to shiver as the dull claws teased his pelt.
Frosty stroked downward, rubbing the fox's belly and causing Surge to wiggle a bit. He chuckled at the reaction, dipping his paws lower and catching the button of Surge's pants. He popped the button swiftly, tugging the zipper downward. Surge watched intently, his paws still lightly dragging over the cheetah's arched back.
The spotted feline leaned down as he worked the fox's pants off his hips, pushing them down his thighs. Surge kicked his feet lightly to help work them off, until he was standing before the cheetah in a pair of blue boxers only. Frosty could see the distinct outline of a partially erect shaft pushing up against the fabric.
"Someone's happy to see me," he purred, reaching up with a paw to lightly fondle the outline through the fabric.
Surge groaned lightly as the paw squeezed around his firming length, pushing his hips into it with a soft growl. He gazed down at the white cheetah, who glanced back up at him with a playful chirp. He reached up and scratched him behind the ears, rubbing a finger over the inside of the cheetah's ear lightly.
"Sit tight, kitty. Foxy's gonna get something for you."
Frosty nodded as he watched Surge step away from the bed, kneeling down in front of the dresser and pulling a drawer open. The cheetah grinned, recognizing it as the drawer that they kept all their playthings in. The fox fumbled around in the drawer for a moment, then extracted three long, red silk scarves. He left the drawer open for now, turning around and grinning to the cheetah.
"You know what to do, kitty," he said to Frosty.
The cheetah nodded, scooting toward the edge of the bed on his knees. He held up his paws to Surge, who tied them together at the wrists with one of the scarves, leaving a long tail hanging from them. He tugged on the end of the scarf to test the knots, nodding. Surge then leaned down, pressing his nose lightly against the white cheetah's. Frosty gave him a little nuzzle in return, then licked Surge's nose. A little spark jumped from the fox's nose, causing the cheetah to wrinkle his muzzle with a giggle.
"Should know better than to lick the electrofox, kitty," Surge warned with a smirk.
"Maybe the cheetah likes it," Frosty replied calmly.
Surge chuckled at the response and pulled the cheetah's wrists above his head, laying him back on the bed with a gentle nudge. He gazed down at his pet with a fond smile, leaning in close to him as he held his paws down securely.
"Trust me, if the cheetah is interested in playing with electricity, the fox can give him a good buzz."
Frosty laughed at the statement, leaning in and pressing his lips against Surge's. The fox sighed blissfully as a pleasant tingle came over him, causing the cheetah to jump a little. He pulled back from the kiss, gazing into Surge's glimmering eyes.
"You're gonna make my mouth numb if you keep charging your kisses like that."
The fox game him a mischievous smirk, his bushy tail wagging back and forth. "Oh, you're gonna be numb all over by the time we're done. And not just from my mouth."
Surge then pushed Frosty back on the bed, lifting the cheetah's arms up and trailing his other paw along the loose end of the silk scarf. He wrapped the end around the headboard, tying it tightly in place. He gave it a tug to tighten the knot, and then grinned to the cat.
"There we are. You're not going anywhere, now."
He moved himself over the cheetah, throwing a leg over his hips and straddling him. He hunched down, nuzzling into the cat's neck, and then gave him a soft bite. Frosty shivered at the nip, leaning his head to the side to expose more of himself to the fox. Surge accepted the invitation without hesitation, opening his jaws and lightly pressing against the cheetah's neck. He bit down, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, causing Frosty to whine and shift beneath Surge. It seemed like the cheetah was trying to pretend he didn't enjoy it, but the growing scent of feline musk said otherwise.
Surge's eyes trailed down over his pet's nude form getting a good look at the slender frame. His eyes stopped at the sight of an erect length pressed against Frosty's soft belly, the pink flesh pulsing gently with each heartbeat.
"Mmm, looks like someone is enjoying themselves," he observed, reaching down with a paw and pressing against the erection with a paw.
Frosty resisted the urge to grind against the paw, shivering with held-back anticipation as he gazed into his owner's eyes. He nodded, biting his lip gently as his length twitched. He tugged lightly against his restraint, whining a little.
Surge's eyes caught the movement, grinning as the cheetah lightly tugged against the silk scarf that was holding his arms in place. "Is my kitty getting anxious?"
The cheetah couldn't help but nod, another little whine escaping his lips. "Uh-huh."
Surge nodded to him, reaching down and slipping a paw into his shorts. He lightly groped at his erect length, pushing his hips forward to grind into his paw. He let go of it and worked his shorts off his length, tucking the front of them beneath his musky sac to expose his ice blue shaft. He scooted up the cheetah's body, grinning down at him.
Frosty lifted his head as he felt Surge straddling his chest, getting a whiff of the fox's arousal. The scent of musk flooded his senses as he leaned forward, nuzzling at the tip of Surge's length. A little spark jumped from the tip of his nose, causing him to jump back a little.
I'm never gonna get used to that," he said, scrunching his nose.
"You don't seem to complain when foxy is buried knot-deep in your rear," Surge replied with a teasing smirk.
The cheetah blushed noticeably, pausing a moment to consider. He then shrugged lightly, or what might be considered shrugging with his arms tied above his ahead, ad leaned in again. His tongue flicked out, tracing lightly over the tip of Surge's length, creating a gentle buzz of electricity on the cheetah's tongue. This didn't deter him, however. He leaned his head farther down and dragged his tongue along the underside, pushing the fox's lightly-pulsing length up against his belly.
"Mmh, that's it, kitty. Get a good taste," Surge cooed to him, reaching up and lightly cradling the back of his head.
The cheetah smiled at the encouragement, licking down to the base of the fox's length, letting the tip of his tongue caress softly along the rim of his sheath. He then pressed his tongue firmly along the base and dragged it slowly upward, giving the length a long lick that made the fox groan noticeably louder. A gentle squeeze at the back of his head let the cheetah know he was doing well.
He repeated the motion with his tongue, dragging it right to the tip, then opened his mouth and gently slipped his lips over the end of the fox's length. The subtle tingle of electricity grew a bit stronger as he suckled lightly on the end of Surge's member, his tongue flicking eagerly over the tip. A tangy drop greeted his tongue, encouraging him to continue.
Surge scratched Frosty lightly behind the ears as the cheetah's warm nuzzle welcomed a little more of his shaft, sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. He resisted the urge to thrust into that eager maw, giving the cheetah a gentle nudge to coax him to take more of the length. Frosty smiled at this, winking up at the fox as he suckled a bit harder around the length, causing the fox to groan again.
The cheetah pulled back a bit, but then let his humid muzzle slide farther over the blue shaft, his tongue cradling the underside. He then slipped his muzzle off the length completely, nuzzling down along it and letting his rough tongue drag over the fox's musky orbs.
Surge grinned, rubbing his pulsing length against the cheetah's forehead, a little slickness dripping onto Frosty's soft fur. The fox pushed his hips forward a little, but then slid back on the bed. Frosty whined a little as Surge's length moved out of reach, pulling against the silk binding in an attempt to get to it. The fox smiled, sliding back and sitting down at the cheetah's feet.
"You've got to use more than your mouth to get master foxy warmed up, kitty," he said with a playful murr.
Frosty smirked at this, wiggling his toes at Surge. He slid a foot paw into the fox's lap, caressing lightly along the inside of his thigh. He rubbed his foot up and down the fox's leg, easing himself closer to his destination at the center. Surge sat back, parting his thighs a bit more for the cheetah as he twitched lightly with anticipation.
The cheetah smiled at the twitch, his spotted tail flicking against the bed as he finally pushed his paw up against the fox's glistening length. He wiggled his toes again, brushing them up against the tip as he slowly dragged his paw downward until his thick pads were met by a warm sac. He rubbed his toes into the fox's balls lightly, kneading them into the fur lightly before easing his foot back up.
Surge pushed his hips forward a bit when he felt the firm pads caress over his length, the shaft twitching when the fur on the cheetah's feet tickled over the sensitive flesh. Frosty smiled at the motion, pushing his foot firmly against the length and pulling downward again. He began to caress back and forth over the fox's shaft, letting his other foot slip in beneath it to rub over the warm sac.
Surge grinned at his pet's enthusiasm, reaching a paw down to lightly rub over the cheetah's feet. "You're turning into a little paw slut."
Frosty blushed at this, lifting his head to smile at the fox. "It's your fault, you know."
The cheetah lifted his paw, pressing his toes lightly against the erect shaft, letting his first two digits spread around the length and grip lightly. He pulled his paw downward once more, letting the fur on his toes caress over the smooth flesh. He then squeezed lightly and eased his foot back up, a little squirt of slick pre greeting his toes.
Surge groaned and leaned back, pushing his hips against the slow motions as those soft paws worked over his shaft. A gentle squeeze caused him to thrust suddenly, running his length between the cheetah's toes. Frosty purred to the fox as he gently pulled his toes away from the length, lifting his other paw and pinning the fox's shaft between his feet. He pushed gently against the length and caressed down to the base, letting his firm pads caress over the slickened flesh, another squirt of pre dripping down the length.
As tempted as he was to allow his pet to continue, Surge reached down, lightly petting the cheetah's feet. "That's enough, kitty. If you keep that up, foxy's gonna make a mess of your feet."
The cheetah smirked, giving the fox's length a firm squeeze and grinding his paws over the length. Surge shuddered and groaned loudly, squeezing the cheetah's feet to prevent him to repeating the motion.
"Naughty cheetah. I should punish you for that," the fox said as he leaned up on his knees. "Only trouble is that you would probably enjoy it."
Frosty giggled at the comment, but didn't respond. He watched as Surge reached over to the nightstand beside the bed, picking up a bottle of lube that was regularly there. He flipped the top open and reached down, gripping his length and stroking over it. He squeezed a healthy amount onto the end of his shaft, rubbing it downward to slicken the length. He pushed his hips into his paw as he groaned, enjoying the caress of his paw over the slippery member.
"Knees up, kitty," he said, continuing to stroke lightly over his length as his eyes fell on the cheetah once more.
Frosty nodded, his ears laying back as he blushed at the sight. He shuffled his legs up, lifting his knees off the bed until his feet were planet flat against the sheets. Surge slid forward between his legs, still kneeling on the bed.
"Such a perfect sight. A subby little cheetah dressed up in naughty clothing, tied up on my bed, with his legs apart like a good little pet."
Frosty's face burned with a deep blush as he turned his head to the side, averting his eyes a bit. He giggled quietly, then gasped as lube-slickened paw gripped firmly around his erection and stroked over it. He automatically pushed his hips up against the paw, whining quietly with desire.
"Aw, look at how eager my little cheetah is. What does my kitty want?" Surge asked softly.
Frosty bit his lip gently, still blushing intensely as his hips pushed against the paw, but Surge moved his paw with the motion to prevent it from stroking over the cheetah's length.
"You have to tell foxy what you want," he reiterated softly, giving the cheetah's shaft a little squeeze.
Frosty kept his gaze averted to the side, finally speaking quietly to his owner. "Kitty wants foxy," he replied, barely audible.
Surge smirked, giving him another teasing squeeze. "Not good enough."
Frosty finally turned to meet Surge's intent gaze once more, his ears laid back submissively as he bit his lip again. "Kitty wants master foxy to fuck him."
Surge's free paw slid beneath the cheetah's rump, giving it a firm grope as he lifted it off the bed. Frosty arched his back slightly as his butt was pulled away from the soft sheets, feeling Surge sliding in closer to himself. The fox pulled at Frosty's butt until the scarf holding him pulled taut, sliding his legs under Frosty until the cat was almost sitting in his lap, sprawled out on his back on the bed.
Surge reached down and gripped at the base of his length as he wiggled himself forward, stopping when the tip of his slick length slid between the cheetahs firm butt cheeks. He smiled down at his pet, his paw slipping away from his rump to rest on his hip.
"Ask for it," he said to the cheetah, grinding the tapered tip of his erection against a warm pink pucker.
Frosty's cheeks glowed again as he felt a little tingle of electricity directly against his pucker, his eyes lost in the fox's gaze. "Mmh, claim your little pet," the cheetah purred to Surge.
The fox grinned, pushing his hips forward against the tense muscle, but didn't allow himself to slip in. "Ask nicely."
Frosty whined softly at this, trying to push himself down against the tip that was firmly pushed against his warm entrance. The tight grip of the silk scarf, however, left him no room to move down. He wiggled his hips lightly, caressing himself against the tip with a little whimper.
"Mmh, please, foxy. Don't tease your kitty. Tuck your hardness into him," he pleaded softly.
"Of course, kitty," Surge replied calmly, leaning down to kiss the cheetah's chest.
Surge squeezed the cheetah's hip, his other paw gripping the base to guide himself in. He pushed his hips forward again, grunting softly as the slick tip oozed pre onto the cheetah's tight hole. Another push gently spread the ring around the tip, causing the cheetah to squirm and gasp as he felt it poke in.
"Ooh, there we go," Surge cooed to the cheetah, pausing a moment once the tip was fully settled into his pet, grinding gently against him. "I hope you're ready for this."
Frosty nodded, trying to relax despite the pleasant sensation of being penetrated. He then cried out as Surge squeezed his hip and shoved forward sharply, burying most of the length inside with a rapid thrust. His tense hole gripped firmly around the length as he closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling. The cheetah rolled his hips softly against the length, encouraging Surge to continue despite the uncomfortable sensation of being taken so suddenly.
The fox smirked at his pet as he licked his chest, enjoying the tight warmth that gripped his shaft. He waited a moment before pulling his hips back, siding slowly to tease the cat. Frosty shivered again as he felt the length slipping out, only to cry out again when Surge plowed into him a second time. The gentle buzz of electricity in his rump grew stronger as the passion built up. The cheetah squeezed Surge's waist lightly with his thighs, hooking his legs behind the fox's back as he panted lightly with growing desire.
Surge lifted his head as he began to work himself into a steady rhythm, easing back his thrusts a bit. He nuzzled into the cheetah's neck, feeling Frosty purring against him as he worked his hips back and forth. Frosty whimpered softly with each push, feeling the fox's thick canine length burying itself inside him.
"Such a good kitty," Surge purred to the cheetah, lightly bouncing him against the bed as he moved.
Frosty leaned his head to one side, exposing his neck to the fox. Surge noticed the invitation and smirked, licking along the side of the cheetah's neck as he thrust a bit harder into him. Frosty gasped softly at the lick, his body tensing up and causing Surge to groan. Surge's length pulsed inside of the cheetah, enjoying the firm grip of the slick passage around his shaft.
Frosty squirmed against Surge, rolling his hips against the thrusts. His body burned with passion as his owner drove into him again and again. His own erect length bounced lightly against his belly, dripping with slickness and leaving a wet spot on his white fur. The fox lifted himself off the bed a little, sitting up to angle his thrusts into the cheetah. The new pattern caused Frosty to gasp each time the fox thrust in, the tip of his length pushing against the cheetah's prostate.
Surge licked along the cheetah's neck again, then opened his jaws and bit down softly just above Frosty's collar. Frosty's body tensed up at the passionate bite, his hips grinding firmly now in time with Surge's thrusts. The fox began to thrust harder into his pet now, his balls slapping against the cheetah's rump. He growled as he bit down a little harder on the feline's neck, his shaft making lewd slurps as it slid in and out of the slickened hole.
"Mmh, harder foxy," the cheetah gasped, closing his eyes tightly as his body rocked.
Surge nodded at the request, accepting the request without hesitation. He gripped the cheetah's hips tightly between his paws as he began to pound into the cat's tight butt, ramming his throbbing length into the cheetah. Frosty moaned with growing passion as his body was rocked roughly into the bed, which began to squeak rhythmically in protest. Neither of them seemed to mind the noise, knowing that they wouldn't be disturbed.
With the rough pace, Surge could feel himself quickly nearing his peak, his length dribbling almost nonstop with slick pre-cum . He growled as he tugged lightly at Frosty's neck, pulling at the loose flesh with his jaws. The white cheetah cried out, his tailhole gripping firmly around the length now, rippling over it.
"Foxy's getting close, pet," Surge growled to the cheetah, panting heavily as his hips slapped against the cheetah's butt.
Frosty nodded lightly, trying to find the words to reply, but he was lost in the blissful passion now. He could only cry out with lust-filled moans as the thick, throbbing length plowed into his tight rump. Surge reached down with a paw and squeezed it around his pet's shaft, stroking over it as he felt his peak rapidly approaching. The unexpected gesture caused Frosty to push his hips into Surge's soft paw, a jet of pre landing on his stomach.
"That's it, kitty, cum for your master," Surge groaned, trying to hold himself back just a little longer.
Frosty could barely contain himself, pushing his hips against the fox's paw as it squeezed tightly over his length. His breath quickened, his moans growing higher in pitch as his body tensed up.
"Oh god, foxy!" he cried out suddenly, pushing his hips against the soft paw. The cheetah's length throbbed in Surge's paw as a warm burst of white cum splattered his soft belly fur.
Frosty shuddered, humping himself erratically against the paw as he rode out his climax, the rough thrusts into his body only serving to intensify the sensations. Surge's paw continued to squeeze around the erupting feline shaft as he focused on his own pleasure, his hips moving rapidly now as that rippling passage squeezed tightly around his dripping length.
The fox bit down firmly on Frosty's neck in a dominant love bite as he felt his knot swelling, pushing it up against the cheetah's stretched ring. He slowed down his thrusts, pushing the knot firmly against the cheetah's pucker, stretching it a bit more each time he pushed. Frosty gasped and squirmed, his hips shifting side to side as he felt the knot working against him, almost overwhelming him with stimulation.
Surge gave another heavy push, the knot resisting entry, but this time he didn't pull back. He growled, biting down a little harder on the cheetah's neck, causing Frosty to go almost completely limp. The moment of relaxation was just enough. The fox gave a firm push, his knot struggling for a moment, but then it pushed inside with a lewd, wet pop.
Frosty cried out suddenly as he felt the knot slip into himself, his tight ring sliding over it and claiming the base of the fox's length. The swollen bulb pressed itself directly against his prostate, causing him to tense up again and squirm against the fox. Surge growled against his pet's neck as he ground his length inside of the cheetah, working his sensitive knot back and forth through the tight passage. With only a few short thrusts, the fox groaned with a blissful sigh as he let go. A thick spray of seed splattered the cheetah's insides as his length throbbed in his pet, his thrusting motions finally ceasing. Frosty gasped as he felt the warmth spreading through him, bringing a new wave of tingling static through his bowels.
Frosty panted heavily, his heart racing as his own climax finally tapered off, his length dripping with musky seed. He let himself relax, laying back against the bed as Surge lightly ground into him. The fox released his grip on the cheetah's neck, lightly lapping at the soft fur to smooth it back out. His length twitched and pulsed inside of the cheetah as it emptied into the feline, leaving the cat feeling rather full.
"Such a good kitty," Surge cooed into the cheetah's ear.
Frosty blushed softly at the compliment, nuzzling against Surge's cheek affectionately as the fox embraced him. "Anything to make foxy happy," he purred back.
Surge nodded, reaching up with a paw and picking apart the knot that held Frosty's wrists together. He gave the silk a tug, loosening the knot until the end came loose, falling away. Frosty reached down and draped his arms over Surge, kneading the fox's shoulders as he relaxed. With the fox's knot tucked inside of him, the pair wouldn't be going anywhere for some time.
Surge smiled as he pet the cheetah, his paws caressing softly over his ears as he gazed into his pet's eyes. "I'm so lucky to have a sexy cheetah like you."
Frosty blushed lightly, leaning down to lick the fox's nose. "Nonsense. Cheetah is a handful. If anything, he's lucky to have such a caring, patient master."
Surge smirked, licking over the cheetah's nose. "You may be a handful, but I still care for you all the same, kitty."
Frosty sighed contently, hugging his master tightly against himself. "Thank you, foxy."
The two lovers embraced one another, basking in the blissful afterglow for several minutes. They cuddled up together, intimately tied together as they shared warmth. Their blissful moment was interrupted, however, by a knock on the door.
"Uh, what is it?" Surge called out.
"Oh, Foxy is home," came a deeper voice from the outside.
Surge went pale as he heard the doorknob turn. "Wait, Andrei, don't-"
He was cut off as the door swung open, a hulking figure stepping in.
"-come in."
The huge hyena-zebra hybrid stopped as he gazed at the bed, eyeing the two lovers that were still locked in a rather compromising position.
"Oh, sorry foxy. Didn't know," Andrei said softly, a light blush coming over his muzzle. "I leave you two alone. Need dinner anyway."
Surge glanced over his shoulder as Andrei turned, then gazed down at his pet with a smirk. "Hang on, Andrei."
The hybrid behemoth stopped, ducking back in, but he left the door open behind him. "Hmm?"
"Close the door, Andrei," Surge said with a giggle, patting the bed beside the two. "Come sit on the bed with us."
Andrei nodded, stepping over to the bed without question. Surge hugged around Frosty's shoulders and sat up, pulling the cheetah into his lap and hugging him close. He sat back on his rump on the bed, scooting over a little. The motion caused Frosty to squirm a little in his lap, blushing deeply. The huge hyebra sat down on the edge of the bed, causing it to groan under Andrei's weight.
"Hee, foxy was having fun with kitty," Andrei observed, his long tail flicking back and forth. "Cheetah looks pretty in his pink clothes."
Surge nodded as Frosty blushed deeply, reaching up and petting Andrei behind the head. "He was. But foxy is done now, and has a special present for Andrei."
The hyebra perked up at this, his ears standing up. "Foxy has present for me?"
Surge nodded, slipping his paws down to Frosty's rump. "Foxy does."
The fox lightly squeezed the cheetah's butt, then gave a gently tug. His knot slid back in the cheetah's rump until it met resistance, causing the spotted feline to blush and squirm against him. Surge leaned in and nuzzled Frosty's cheek lightly, giving him a kiss as he tugged his hips back, his knot straining against the tight pucker.
Frosty tried to relax as best he could, despite the pleasant sensations of the fox's knot pressing against his insides. With a grunt, Surge tugged back sharply, his knot slipping free of the cheetah with a wet slurp. Frosty gasped at the sudden stretch, clinging to Surge tightly. He panted as the moment of pain slowly subsided, nuzzling into Surge's neck.
Without a word, Surge reached over and picked up the silk scarf that he had tied Frosty to the bed with. He kissed the cheetah's cheek, and then smiled to him.
"Arms behind your back, kitty," he ordered.
Frosty nodded without question, slipping himself out of Surge's lap. He turned himself around to face away from the fox, crossing his wrists behind his back and waiting patiently. Andrei watched with interest as Surge bound his wrists together, ensuring that the cheetah's wrists were securely tied. He then pet softly over Frosty's waist, scratching lightly through the soft fur.
A loud rumble from the hyebra's belly broke the silence of the affectionate moment. Surge giggled at this, and then turned to Andrei, reaching up to scratch along his jawline.
"Here's your present, Andrei. All wrapped up and ready for you," Surge said, gesturing to the cheetah.
"Hee, foxy is giving kitty to me as a present?" Andrei asked, reaching down to pet over Frosty's ears.
Surge nodded to Andrei, his bushy tail wagging back and forth behind himself. "Not just a present, though, Andrei. Foxy is giving you dinner."
The hyebra nodded at this as Frosty blushed again, his ears laying back submissively as he gazed up at the hulking creature. Andrei smiled warmly to the cheetah, leaning down to give him a little sniff. His eyes lit up as a pleasant aroma caught his attention, sniffing again at Frosty's head fur.
"You smell good, kitty," Andrei said with a grin.
Frosty giggled softly, nodding as his ears remained folded back. "Cheetah likes to make himself smell good for foxy."
"I bet kitty tastes good, too," the hyebra observed, letting his huge tongue slip out and drag wetly over the cheetah's head.
Frosty closed his eyes as the dripping tongue coated his fur in slick drool, chuckling to himself. He kept mostly still as Andrei's tongue lapped over him several times, coating the better part of his head in wetness. Surge passively ran his fingers through the cheetah's soft fur as he watched.
"Sorry little kitty, but I'm really hungry, and foxy said it was okay," Andrei said quietly to the cheetah.
Frosty nodded as he felt the hyebra's warm breath washing over him, his spotted tail flicking slowly back and forth. "Don't worry, Andrei. I'm not upset."
The hyebra nodded, and without hesitation he wrapped his arms around the cheetah, moving onto his knees on the bed and pulling the feline close. He gave Frosty a tight hug that squeezed the breath right out of him, causing the cheetah to squeak strangely. He then eased up again, hunching down over Frosty to lick him between the ears again. Frosty relaxed in the hyebra's warm embrace as he felt warm breath rush over him again, his eyes closing. This time, however, Andrei didn't back off.
The hyebra leaned down farther, his drooling jaws gaping open. At his size, it seemed like Andrei could easily stuff the cheetah down his throat with little to no effort. His paws gripped at Frosty's waist, lifting the cat right into his open maw. Frosty opened his eyes briefly as he was lifted, watching the pink flesh bear down on him. Ropes of drool dripped down from the roof of Andrei's mouth, much of it splattering the cheetah's face.
Frosty closed his eyes again as he felt Andrei's lips seal around his shoulders, warm breath rushing down his back. He squirmed a bit as Andrei's tongue greeted his face, exploring every inch of the cheetah's fur. Anything that hadn't already been drenched in hyebra drool was matted down as Andrei groaned in appreciation at the hint of coconut in the cheetah's fur.
Frosty only had a moment to relax before he felt Andrei shove him upward into the slick jaws, his muzzle quickly pressing back into the hybrid's throat. There was a moment of resistance before the slick flesh parted around his muzzle, allowing him to slide in. At that moment, there was an audible gulp, the flesh rippling and suddenly jerking him down into the darkness.
Surge slid forward as he heard Andrei gulp, reaching up to pet over the hyebra's belly softly. He grinned up at him, watching the large creature ingest his pet. "That's it, Andrei. Tuck the little kitty into your belly where he belongs."
Andrei smiled at the attention, though he needed little encouragement when it came to eating. His paws squeezed at Frosty's waist, hefting the cheetah up ward himself as his drooling jaws wrapped around the cat's slender frame, creeping over his chest. Frosty's back arched as a paw reached up to scratch it, realizing that Surge was giving him attention before he was slurped up.
Another wet gulp jerked the cheetah's slender frame deeper into the hyebra's throat, a bulge forming as Frosty's head was pulled completely inside. With his arms tied behind his back, the cheetah could do little to impede his descent. Andrei's huge paws slid lower on Frosty's frame until they reached his butt. Unable to help himself, he gave the cheetah's curvy rump a squeeze before pulling Frosty closer, slipping the cheetah's waist into his jaws.
Wetness dripped down around Frosty's body, the hyebra drooling profusely around his dinner. His tongue licked over the cheetah's chest as it slid back into his throat, the rippling passage carrying the cheetah deeper into the hyebra. Andrei paused once Frosty's belly glided over his tongue, however. He caught the taste of the cheetah's seed, eagerly lapping at the cat's belly, causing Frosty to squirm and wiggle a bit.
Surge reached up with both paws, rubbing over Frosty's feet with a smile. He leaned in close and gave each of the pads a lick in turn, causing the cheetah to flick his feet in the air a little, though Surge held his ankles tightly to avoid being kicked. He lapped at them again, a muffled giggle rising from within Andrei's throat.
Andrei continued licking at Frosty's belly until he couldn't wait any longer. Straightening himself out a little, he lifted Frosty into the air above himself, pulling the cheetah's feet away from Surge. Satisfied with the torment, the fox slid in closer to rub over the bulges that were sliding down the hyebra's neck. Another wet gulp dragged Frosty's hips into Andrei's muzzle as the cheetah's upper body was swallowed eagerly.
A semi-erect cheetah member greeted Andrei's tongue as the hips were tucked into the slick jaws, bringing an excited murr from the hyebra. Andrei's tongue immediately wrapped around the musky shaft, causing Frosty to cry out in pleasure and squirm. His shaft was still quite sensitive to the touch, his body shivering as the hungry behemoth lapped over his member. Andrei wasn't as interested in it as he was filling his belly, however. He reached up, his paws resting on the cheetah's feet. He pushed against Frosty's feet as he gulped heavily, jerking the cheetah sharply downward and sending the spotted cat's curvy hips down his throat.
Surge's tail wagged back and forth at the sight, enjoying the picture of a huge hyebra swallowing his pet alive. "Almost there, Andrei."
The hyebra cooed around his dinner, leaning his head back farther as the cheetah's thighs descended into his throat. His tongue wrapped around one of Frosty's legs, pulling it toward his muzzle as his paws kneaded over the cheetah's feet. Frosty could do little but wiggle now as he was squeezed deeper into the slick throat, the muscles rippling over his body and kneading him toward the hyebra's rumbling gut, his head popping into the empty chamber shortly after.
Within moments, the hyebra was left with only a pair of feet hanging from his jaws, and the end of a flicking tail. Surge smirked at the sight, stretching himself up to tickle at the cheetah's feet again. A giggle erupted from within the hyebra's body, and Andrei squirmed a little. He reached up, rubbing his paws over the bulges in his throat. He then stretched his head up as he gulped wetly, dragging the cheetah's paws and the rest of his tail into his throat. He sighed blissfully as he swallowed lightly, his throat working quickly to deposit the spotted cat into his gut.
His belly bulged out as the cheetah settled into it, hanging out against the hyebra's knees. He licked his lips wetly, cleaning away the excess drool and remaining flavor the cheetah had left behind. He reached down, cradling his belly lightly as he watched it squirm and shift about.
"Mmm, thanks for dinner, little kitty. You tasted good," he spoke to his gut. He then smiled to Surge, reaching out to pet the fox with a huge paw. "You too, foxy."
Surge nodded, leaning up to wrap his arms around Andrei's neck, giving the big hyebra a hug. "You're welcome, Andrei. Glad you liked it."
The hyebra nodded, grunting a little as the cheetah settled down into the bottom of his stomach, rolling around onto his back. Frosty curled into a fetal position as the walls pressed in around him, cradling his body comfortably. He sighed in the intense warmth, listening to the rumbling gut around him. He then squirmed in surprise as he was shifted suddenly. Andrei sighed as he laid out on Surge's bed, stretching out for a moment. He then rolled onto his side, cuddling up against his warm belly and hugging it in his arms.
Surge slid up on the bed and cuddled up to the hyebra, reaching down to rub over his belly, feeling the cheetah shifting gently inside. He smiled at each little twitch, enjoying the outline of the feline's frame in Andrei's gut. He then leaned in close, nuzzling at the cheetah's bulge.
"Thank you for the surprise, kitty," he purred to the wiggling gut. "It was really sweet of you. I hope you enjoy your slippery bed."
Surge giggled softly as the hyebra's gut wiggled in response to his playful words, cuddling up close to it. Andrei reached out and wrapped his arms around the fox, hugging him close as he yawned widely.
"Mmh, time to nap," Andrei said with a grunt, licking his lips again.
Surge smiled, nodding with agreement. "Good idea, Andrei."
Andrei held Surge close to himself as he leaned down, nuzzling the fox between the ears before he yawned widely again. He then closed his eyes, sighing deeply as his belly rumbled around its occupant. Surge gave the rounded gut a little pet, yawning a little himself. He then rested his muzzle against Andrei's muscled chest, sighing blissfully.
"Sleep well, Andrei," he said quietly. "You too, kitty."
Within minutes, the fox was sleeping soundly in the hyebra's arms, cuddled up against a softly gurgling gut. The cheetah inside curled up comfortably in his confined space, rubbing a paw against the walls around himself before he, too, drifted off into a blissful slumber, surrendering himself to the hyebra's body as the trio enjoyed a relaxing nap . . .