Electro-Cat
Frosty hummed quietly to himself as he furrowed his brow, gazing at the glowing monitor of his netbook. He drummed his fingers rhythmically against the keyboard, pondering his latest story. He'd been working on it for some time, but it seemed like he wasn't making much progress. A pair of headphones was softly playing classical music to him as he tried to concentrate.
The music drowned out soft footsteps and the steady "tap-tap-tap" of a cane as a white raccoon snuck up behind the white cheetah, holding a gift-wrapped box. He knelt down and placed the package on the floor, lifting his paws carefully around Frosty's head. The cheetah chirped in surprise when a pair of paws slipped over his eyes, suddenly plunged into darkness. His headphones slipped free as he wiggled, trying to pry the small paws off his face.
"Guess who?" a voice said, sporting an unmistakable soft Scottish accent.
"Well, that accent is pretty distinct. Sean Connery?"
James huffed loudly and lowered his paws from the cheetah's eyes, giving him a firm shove. "Smartass."
The cheetah giggled and turned in his chair, glancing quickly over the white raccoon to ensure that he wasn't holding any syringes or test tubes. He was a bit surprised to find that James was empty-handed, for once.
"Something I can do for you?"
"I could think of a few things, most of which involve lifting your tail, slut" he replied with an impish grin.
Frosty blushed deeply at the raccoon's shameless reply. "You're terrible, James."
"You like it, though. Admit it."
The white feline's ears flatted in embarrassment as he gazed away somewhat. "I'm assuming you didn't just come in here to tease me."
James didn't reply. He knelt down to pick up his small package and deposited it into the cheetah's lap. Frosty blinked when he felt the small object land on his thighs, glancing down at it. A small box was wrapped in silver paper, carefully taped shut. A gift? From James, of all people? Even though it was Frosty's birthday, he was always suspicious of James's intentions.
"What's this?" Frosty inquired.
"Happy birthday, slut," James said with a grin. "Open it."
Frosty hesitated, wondering if the package contained something malicious. It wouldn't be the first time that James had slipped the cheetah chemicals under the guise of a "present." He cautiously slipped a claw beneath the paper folds, peeling them open and slipping off the silver paper. An innocuous white box remained in the cheetah's paws, taped closed. Frosty snapped the tape, holding his breath as he opened the white box. He was relieved that nothing happened when he did, expecting to be sprayed in the face by some chemical of James's creation.
The small box was lined with tissue paper, which revealed a smaller wooden box tucked inside. Frosty lifted the box out of the package, noting a latch that held the box closed. It looked like an old cigar box, leaving Frosty to wonder how James had acquired it. He flipped the latch open and lifted the lid, blinking at the box's contents. Several vials of various liquids were inside, secured in place by conforming foam pads. A larger vial laid above the line of smaller ones, as well as a single empty vial.
"What are these?" Frosty asked curiously, lifting one of the vials out of its foam indentation.
"Just something I whipped up in my lab. You might recognize some of them."
The cheetah's eyes scanned over each of the vials in turn. They all were labeled with their respective contents, as well as a nickname that James had given each concoction. Indeed, Frosty did recognize some of the mixtures, as they'd been used on him on more than one occasion.
"Don't use them all at once," James chuckled. "I'm not making more of these for you. Those are concentrated forms, too. A little goes a long way."
"What's stopping me from using one or two of these on you?" Frosty asked with a smirk.
James shrugged casually. He didn't seem phased by the question, which struck Frosty as odd. "Nothing, really. That's up to you, spottybutt."
Frosty chuckled and closed the lid, placing the box on his desk. He turned and wrapped his arms around James's waist, giving him a firm hug. "Thanks, James. I'll be sure they get put to good use."
"I'm sure you will," the raccoon smirked. "I know I do."
James turned, leaving Frosty to dwell on the thought. He watched the raccoon depart, glancing back to the small cigar box once he was out of sight. He reached for the box and flipped it open again, his eyes scanning over the contents. He read each of the labels in turn, giggling at the puns that most of the nicknames contained.
The first was James's favorite, and most often used potion. It was a shrinking potion which the raccoon had affectionately dubbed "Reductrex," as indicated on the label. The contents of the vial were slightly pink, but completely transparent. Tucked beneath the vial was a detailed set of instructions on how much should be used based on someone's height versus how small Frosty wanted them to get, and how long the effects would last. Given past experiences with the raccoon, it was guaranteed that Frosty would attempt to use it on James at some point.
The next vial was a clear, colorless liquid labeled "X-Cyte." This was another concoction that Frosty was intimately familiar with. There had been an incident at Thanksgiving where James had slipped some into his soda while Frosty was preparing dinner. The result was a hyper-aroused tauric cheetah (yet another of James's experiments) molesting the unsuspecting raccoon in the middle of the kitchen before devouring him. The raccoon's potent aphrodisiac had done its job better than anticipated.
The third vial Frosty didn't recognize. It was a clear blue liquid labeled "Obey." The cheetah cocked an eyebrow at the name, oddly simplistic compared to the first two. It sounded more like a brand of cologne. He slipped the bottle aside to scan over a brief excerpt that was tucked beneath it. The name became clearer as he read. It was a potent obedience potion that would force the victim to unquestioningly heed orders given. The more given, the longer it would last.
The next vial was emerald green. Frosty's eyes scanned the label, recognizing the green fluid for what it was based on the name alone. It was called "Lytzout." It was yet another mixture that James used frequently; a potent tranquilizer which rendered its victim unconscious in a matter of seconds. Frosty had been the victim of James's tranquilizer on a few occasions, but this was the first time he had actually set eyes on the product prior to it being injected into his body.
Next to it was a vial of milky pink liquid. It had the consistency of stomach relief medicine, though it tasted like strawberry. It was one of the only mixtures that James made which actually had a taste, to Frosty's knowledge. It was labeled "Ligest." Frosty had used this several times in the past. The mixture prevented the release of stomach acids, essentially turning the stomach into a harmless fleshy pouch for several hours. It was useful when he wanted to teach James a lesson about teasing cheetahs.
The final potion was unique. It was one that Frosty hadn't yet seen. It was a pale yellow potion, which currently was unlabeled. Beneath it, however, was a basic set of instructions on what the potion did, and how to properly use it. It was a transformation potion, as Frosty understood. It would allow the cheetah to transform himself (or someone else) into another species. The drawback was that the mixture required a DNA sample in order to function. Fortunately, a number of materials could be used, and the one that stood out as the easiest to obtain was fur.
Frosty hummed quietly as he pondered the uses of a transformation potion. His eyes glanced to a large vial sitting above the rest in the box, simply labeled "dilutant." James had reminded Frosty earlier that the vials Frosty had been given were concentrated. Some of them would have to be diluted before they could be used effectively.
Frosty's eyes trailed back to the transforming mixture. "It's my birthday. Might as well have some fun with these," he chuckled.
He browsed over the mixing instructions that had been included with concoction. He carefully measured out the recommended amount of dilutant and poured it into the empty vial, then added several drops of the transformation liquid. He capped the vial and gave it a gentle shake, ensuring that it was completely mixed. He pondered what he would add to it, though he knew that his options at home were limited. He'd didn't want to leave, since Surge was planning to spend some quiet time with Frosty that evening.
As soon as the thought of Surge crossed his mind, a grin spread over Frosty's muzzle. He knew immediately what he wanted to do. He slid his chair away from the desk and leaned over to the bed, running his paw over the sheets. Sure enough, a number of silky white follicles clung to the fabric. He leaned down and carefully picked several pieces of fur off the sheet, pinching them between his fingers. The instructions only recommended using a single hair follicle, but certainly it wouldn't hurt to use more than one.
Frosty carefully uncapped the vial with one paw, squinting as he gently tipped the hairs into the opening. He dropped them in, watching a spiderweb of orange spread through the pale yellow fluid on contact. He recapped the vial and shook vigorously for several seconds, inspecting the contents afterward. The hairs that he had added had completely dissolved. The mixture was now a pale orange instead of yellow, beginning to glow softly. According to the instructions, that meant it was ready.
Cautiously removing the cap, Frosty lifted the vial to his nose and sniffed the contents. The mixture inside was surprisingly unscented, and contained little to no hint of the potential it contained. He hesitantly raised it to his lips, hoping that James wasn't playing some sort of prank on him. He tossed the contents into his mouth, letting the fluid roll over his tongue. It had little to no flavor, carrying only a hint of sourness as his tipped his head back and swallowed.
The white cheetah's eyes scanned over the instructions, idly wondering how long it would take. He could feel a soft tingle in his belly, but assumed it was simply the mixture settling in his stomach. He organized the vials into their proper places and latched the box, placing it beside his computer. He didn't notice any immediate changes, aside from persisting warmth in his stomach. His ears perked when he heard footsteps behind him, turning to investigate. A white fox with a yellow and purple stripe in his bangs was standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Hey, kitty. Happy birthday," Surge cooed. He draped his arms around Frosty to hug him, but paused. "Frosty, you seem unusually...energetic today."
Frosty tipped his head at the observation. "Well, it is my birthday. Maybe that's it?"
The white fox chuckled softly, nuzzling his mate between the ears. "Maybe. You just seem brighter than usual. Either way, get cozy. I'm gonna be cooking dinner tonight."
Frosty giggled quietly, nodding to the fox. "God help us all. Should I keep fire extinguishers on hand?"
The fox's glowing blue tongue poked out at Frosty. "Very funny. I'll let you know when dinner's ready."
"Thanks, hun," Frosty purred. He leaned up to kiss Surge on the cheek, sending a light jolt over his lips. It was something that he still wasn't completely accustomed to, despite how long he and Surge had been together.
Frosty's eyes followed Surge as the fox slipped out of the room. He turned back to the small box on his desk, gently fanning himself with a paw. The bedroom was oddly warm, something that he hadn't noticed previously. He cracked open the window, sighing with relief as a cool breeze blew in. As he sat back down at his computer desk, he reached once more for the cigar box that James had given him. When his paw brushed against a desk lamp, an arc of energy jumped between his paw and the lamp. The bulb flickered momentarily then emitted a noisy pop, plunging the bedroom into darkness. Frosty withdrew his paw immediately, rubbing his fingers over it curiously.
"What the hell was that all about?" he wondered. He rose from his chair to flick on the light switch, grumbling to himself as he returned to his desk to attempt to resume writing. A growing tingle spread ominously outward from the cheetah's belly, reminding the cheetah of the concoction that he'd recently consumed. Perhaps it was working already...?
* * * * * * * * * *
Frosty sighed heavily as he closed his laptop, rubbing a paw against his cheek as he yawned. He felt unusually hot still, his muzzle and ears flushed. Even with the window open, it still felt as if he was overheating. He slid away from the computer desk and rose to his feet, his spotted tail flicking back and forth. Perhaps splashing a little cool water onto his face would help. Reminded of the fluid he had consumed earlier, he wondered if the sensation was normal. Perhaps the warmth was just a side-effect.
A soft yawn escaped Frosty's lips as he flicked on the bathroom light. He reached down to turn on the faucet, but paused when he noticed his reflection in the mirror. His nose and the inside of his ears, while normally pink, were now light blue. He leaned toward the mirror, inspecting himself closely. He reached up to poke at his ear lightly, but was distracted by a soft glow from his fingertips. He blinked, curling his fingers to inspect his claws. They were glowing gently, emitting the same soft blue glow that Surge's did.
"Wow. That was quick. Didn't...quite turn into a fox, though. Hope I didn't dilute it too much."
Frosty wiggled his fingers lightly, inspecting the softly glowing pads on his paws. He then twisted around to inspect the rest of his body, though at first glance everything else seemed to be unchanged. He leaned toward the mirror again to inspect his face, his nose nearly touching the cool glass. He couldn't help but notice that his eyes seemed to be emitting a gentle blue glow. It was only visible up close, however. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue, discovering that the flesh lining his maw was colored similar to the rest of his body.
"Dinner's almost ready! ...I think."
Frosty perked up at Surge's call. He pried himself away from the mirror to step out of the bathroom. He debated between sneaking into the kitchen to bother Surge and continuing work on his story. He stepped toward the kitchen, but stopped abruptly when his head began to swim. A wave of dizziness washed over him, similar to what he felt while exceptionally intoxicated. He placed a paw against his forehead, holding it gingerly as he groaned softly. He reached out to steady himself against a wall that was well out of reach, toppling forward in the process.
He attempted to clear his head with several deep breaths, but the sensation only seemed to grow stronger. The room was spinning now as he wobbled, his vision blurring. He swayed violently to one side before falling onto the carpet when he tried to correct the motion. He rolled onto his back and watched the room spin around him before everything blurred out, throwing the cheetah into blackness...
* * * * * * * * * *
Frosty awoke with a start when he felt himself being prodded. He squinted when he found himself staring into an intense lamp, groaning and snapping his eyes shut. The light was so intense that it hurt his eyes at first, but he gradually adjusted to it. He could see a silhouetted figure standing over him, but the light made it difficult to identify who it was.
"Ah, you're awake, I see. Sooner than I would've anticipated."
The voice was unmistakable. "James? Where am I?" Frosty inquired quietly. His head still felt fuzzy. He tried to sit up, but was abruptly halted by something around his wrists and chest. He blinked, gazing down at himself. When his vision was clear enough, he could make out a set of leather straps fastening his body to a metal exam table.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" the raccoon replied with a chuckle.
"How did I end up here?" Frosty's gaze returned to the familiar outline of the white raccoon briefly, but he attempted to make out his surroundings. The exam light overhead made it difficult to see much of anything, as if he was surrounded in shadows.
"I have my ways," James said casually. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist sneaking one of my potions right away. My transformation potion is still in the works, and I needed someone to try out the latest batch."
Frosty blinked quickly, his gaze freezing on the raccoon's silhouette. "Still in the works? What's that supposed to mean?"
James grinned. "Exactly what you think it means, cat. I'm still perfecting the mixture, but I can't be sure if it's right without a few test subjects."
"That...what...that could kill me!" Frosty growled.
The raccoon approached, standing over Frosty. "But it didn't, did it? And judging by the blood sample I took earlier, I'd say it worked perfectly."
Frosty's eyes narrowed, but his stern gaze shifted to a curious one when a mirror was thrust in front of him. He found himself staring at a rather startling reflection of himself, not at all what he would normally expect to see. His spotted white muzzle had elongated slightly to take on a more canine appearance, though still shorter than that of a fox. His ears had a slight point to them instead of his usual round cheetah shape, and the blue flesh on the end of his nose and inside of his ears was glowing distinctly. He looked like an odd cross between fox and cheetah.
"I thought it strange that you didn't completely take on dad's appearance, but I tested some of the residue in your mixing tube and discovered why. You slipped some of your own DNA in with dad's, so you're an even split between dad's fox and your cheetah."
"I did not," Frosty replied. "I grabbed some of Surge's fur from the bed sheets."
James rolled his eyes. "Did you even consider for a moment that both of you have white fur? You sleep, cuddle, and fuck on that bed. Idiot."
"So I...might have accidentally slipped some of my own into the tube?"
"Eeeexactly," James replied with a grin. "You unintentionally gave me some excellent results for my research. I had never considered the possibility of mixing more than one species, and you're a living proof of concept."
"I'm not your guinea pig!" Frosty huffed, his tail thumping against the table, which gave off a metallic twang each time.
"No, but you've been a very good test subject. I'd keep you here until you change back, but dad would probably ground me."
"What, then? You're just going to turn me loose?"
James shook his head lightly. "Not exactly."
At that moment, Frosty felt a sharp jab in his thigh. He opened his mouth to say something, but everything blacked out almost immediately...
* * * * * * * * * *
Frosty shook his head lightly as he came to, feeling groggy and clouded. He expected to be blinded again, but found that the room around him was mostly dark. As his vision came into focus, he immediately became aware that his surroundings had an unusual blue tint. On top of that, he could see much clearer in the dim light than he was used to. Being a feline, he naturally had an acute sense of vision, but everything seemed unusually visible, even by Frosty's standard. When he scanned the room, he noticed several gently glowing objects. His computer seemed to be giving off the brightest glow.
Frosty squinted as he focused on the machine, realizing that he could see every wire inside of the computer, as well as each cable that traveled between the tower and its various devices. Anything that was moving electricity was giving off a subtle blue glow. Was this a side-effect of James's potion, or Surge's innate abilities? Even the wiring in the walls seemed to be giving off that faint aura, as if the walls weren't even there, giving the cheetah a rare peek at the layout of his room's wiring.
Shaking off the drowsiness, Frosty slid to the edge of his bed. He placed his feet on the floor and stood up. He wobbled a moment, but quickly recovered. The effects that he was feeling were familiar to him. James had slipped him some of his tranquilizer, and likely put Frosty back into his room. He couldn't help but wonder how the small, crippled raccoon had managed to sneak him off and back. James wasn't exactly the shining example of strength.
The thought lingered in Frosty's mind as he slipped into the bathroom to get a better look at himself. He didn't bother turning the light on, as he could see himself clear as day. The soft glowing, combined with his unusually enhanced vision was more than sufficient on its own. He hadn't changed much from when James had held up a mirror for him, though he did notice that his skin was glowing somewhat brighter than before. It wasn't quite as illuminated as Surge's, but still gave off a distinct glow. He felt like a walking nightlight.
Frosty's ears perked when he heard the front door close. He could hear the shuffling of plastic bags moving toward the kitchen. He didn't know how much time had passed since he had swallowed James's transformation potion, but was positive that dinner should have been ready by now. He moved to the bedroom door and opened it, immediately greeted by a stench that made his nose twitch. Whatever Surge had been making for dinner was obviously burned. He sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"People in this house would starve if I didn't cook," he chuckled.
Right as he finished the thought, Surge called out from the kitchen. "Hey, Frosty, dinner's gonna be a little late. I...uh...overcooked it a bit."
"You sure you don't want help, hun?" he called back.
There was a long pause. "Maybe."
"Well, you know where to find me."
In the kitchen, Surge busied himself with unloading the groceries. His first attempt at dinner had gone sour, so his second would be much simpler: oven-ready lasagna. He felt guilty that Frosty wouldn't be able to enjoy a dinner that the fox had prepared, but it was the best he could do on short notice. He glanced in the direction of their bedroom with a quiet sigh, his bushy tail flicking with mild annoyance at his failed attempt.
As Surge was focused on the bedroom, he noticed a glowing figure moving through the room. He expected to see his mate, his unusual energy-based vision allowing him to see directly through the walls. The body shape was wrong, though. While it had some of the curves that were unique to the cheetah, it wasn't the same. On top of that, it was distinctly brighter that he was used to seeing. Was there an intruder in the house, or had Frosty invited a friend over while he was out? He scanned the house briefly, but couldn't see any sign of his mate.
Cautiously, the white fox moved toward the bedroom. He was ready to take down an intruder if necessary, especially if they'd done something to his mate. His eyes focused on the blue glow as he reached for the bedroom door. He hesitated a moment before he pushed the door open abruptly. The figure whipped around to face him, fur bushing out in surprise.
"Hey! What are you-"
Surge trailed off as he laid eyes on the "stranger" standing in his bedroom.
"Jesus Christ, Surge! What the hell?" Frosty blurted. "You nearly scared the piss out of me."
The white fox's mouth hung open as he tried to take in what he was looking at. It was definitely his mate, but definitely not how he was used to seeing him. Frosty's natural body energy was noticeably stronger than usual, as if the cheetah (if he could still be called one) was coursing with electricity. His eyes scanned briefly over the cat's body, taking in the unusual mix of feline and canine features; most notably a bushier-than-usual tail that flicked nervously behind Frosty.
Frosty raised a paw and snapped loudly at Surge to break the fox from his stupor. "Hello, earth to Surge."
"F-Frosty...what happened to you?" Surge finally managed to say.
"Well, I got an interesting birthday present, and I thought I'd given it a try."
The fox reluctantly reached out to touch his mate. When his paw neared the cheetah's chest, an arc of electricity jumped between the two. Frosty shivered at the unusual sensation, feeling the ripple of energy through his torso. Surprisingly, it wasn't at all unpleasant, and actually made the cheetah giggle quietly. Taking on some of Surge's DNA had also given him a bit of the fox's electrical charge.
"Hey, that tickled," Frosty giggled, swatting Surge's paw away.
Surge's confusion was slowly melting into curiosity. He reached out and snatched Frosty's paw in his own, noting the cheetah's glowing feline claws. He took his mate's other paw and squeezed lightly, sending a jolt through the hybrid cat's body that made Frosty tremble and squirm. While Frosty was used to getting such jolts from Surge, it was an entirely new experience to him now. It felt surprisingly good, as if he was getting a shot of adrenaline in his veins.
"Kitty, I don't know how you turned yourself into an electro-kitty, but...I like it," the fox smirked.
Surge leaned forward to plant a firm kiss on the cheetah's lips. A rush of energy surged through the hybrid cat's body, making him whimper softly. He squirmed, but blushed lightly and leaned into the kiss. Surge held it for several seconds, enjoying the rush he got from kissing his mate. He eventually pulled back to gaze into the cheetah's eyes, though he still held his mate's paws. He gave them a light squeeze, interlacing his fingers with Frosty's. Surge let his eyes trail over Frosty's body again, immediately noticing a distinct tent in the cheetah's pajamas. He grinned, lifting his gaze to look into Frosty's eyes.
"Someone enjoyed that a little too much," Surge cooed. He let Frosty's paws go, one resting on the cheetah's waist while the other dipped down to grope the noticeable bulge. Frosty's knees wobbled at the unexpected squeeze, feeling Surge's fingers wrapping around his erect length through his pajamas. His hips rocked forward, grinding his shaft against his mate's teasing paw.
"You know, dinner can wait. I think I want to give my kitty his present now," Surge growled.
Frosty tried to reply, but Surge gripped him firmly by the waist and lifted him off the floor. Frosty shrieked in surprise as his mate carried him toward the bed and lunged forward, pouncing Frosty onto the mattress. He wrapped his arms around Surge's shoulders and hugged the fox close, embracing his mate fondly as Surge settled down on top of him. The fox's paw was quick to slip into the hybrid cheetah's pajamas, brushing over the erection.
Surge was surprised to find that Frosty's length no longer had the feline shape he'd grown accustomed to. It was distinctly more canine, having a tapered canine tip as well as a subtle bulge near the base. Odder still, the length still had a soft set of feline barbs beneath the tapered tip. It was an unusual combination of canine and feline anatomy.
"Someone's got a naughty surprise," the fox chuckled.
Frosty had no idea what Surge was talking about until the fox eased the front of his pajamas down. The cheetah blushed deeply at the sight of his own glowing blue member, having not realized that it had changed with the rest of his body. His bushy feline tail thumped lightly against the bed as Surge's fingers began to gently stroke up and down his shaft, sending jolts of electricity along the length that made Frosty groan sweetly. The fox's claws glowed serenely as little sparks jumped off his fingertips.
The fox's paw eventually retreated from the cheetah's length, sneaking down his own pants to expose a mostly-erect shaft. The fox's glowing blue length was still larger than Frosty's shaft, not to mention that Surge's serene glow was noticeably brighter. Surge let himself down, pushing his erect length against Frosty's. The cheetah was surprised to find that his length seemed magnetically drawn to Surge's. His length pressed itself against the fox's when it was close, strong tingles of electricity rushing through the cheetah's loins.
Surge began to gently grind his hips back and forth, rubbing his length over Frosty's shaft. He leaned down and nuzzled into his mate's neck, nibbling lightly through the soft fur there. Frosty began to return the grinding motions, his hips rolling upward to match Surge's slow back and forth rhythm. He mewled softly to the white fox, his erection pulsing and tingling with energy.
A paw soon joined the effort, Surge's fingers curled gently around the two shafts. He squeezed and began to stroke softly, though he let their grinding motions control most of the pace. The fox's digits added a stronger thrum of electricity, making the hybrid cat groan louder. He was used to electro-stimulation when he and Surge fooled around, but the passive current in his own body seemed to be enhancing the pleasure. A trickle of salty pre leaked continually from his glowing shaft, allowing Surge's fingers to glide smoothly over their flesh.
Even though he knew that Surge wanted to spoil him for his birthday, Frosty felt strongly inclined to return the favor. It was difficult to distract himself from frotting with the fox, however. The unusually intense tingling was almost enough to get Frosty off by itself. Reluctantly, he pushed against Surge's chest. The fox's ears perked as he lifted his head, gazing down into the hybrid cheetah's eyes. His mate smiled brightly, leaning up to give the fox a lick on the nose with his semi-rough glowing blue tongue.
Surge growled lustily to his mate, giving their shafts an especially firm squeeze near the base, where a pair of knots was beginning to swell against one another. The gesture made the cheetah gasp, a messy spurt of fluids sprinkling his soft fur. He grabbed Surge's shoulders and shoved firmly, flipping the fox onto his back with a startled yip. His paws rest firmly on Surge's chest, keeping him pinned down as he threw a leg over the fox's white thighs.
"I know we were both enjoying that, but even a birthday kitty doesn't mind being on top," Frosty said with a playful wiggle of his hips.
"Oh, you can have your fun," Surge replied with a knowing smirk. "You're still gonna end the evening with your rump squeezing a fox knot."
Frosty leaned down and pressed his lips against his mate's in a passionate kiss. The embrace sent shivers down the cheetah's back as a strong buzz of energy hummed through his body. He maintained contact, deepening the kiss as a paw drifted between the paw to grip Surge's throbbing erection. The fox shivered, the kiss muffling a groan of pleasure as Frosty began to lightly stroke up and down the knotted length.
The cheetah eased his muzzle back, cooing softly to his mate as he watched Surge squirm on the bed. The fox's hips rocked slowly against his fingers, slickening them with excitement. Frosty ducked down once more, this time placing a soft kiss on the fox's glowing blue nose. It made his lips tingle softly, buzzing with energy like the rest of Surge's body.
"Mmh, I think that it's a cheetahs's turn to swallow his fox, instead of the other way around."
Those soft words, combined with a brief parting of his jaws that allowed Surge to gaze into a glowing blue maw, made the fox groan sharply and thrust his hips into Frosty's fingers. A spurt of wetness accompanied the thrust, the fox's body shivering at the cat's tease. Frosty licked his lips suggestively, but instead of suckling over Surge's muzzle he began to slide down the bed. He gently crawled over the fox's body, placing light kisses down the middle. The scent of his mate's musk grew steadily stronger as his muzzle dipped lower. Frosty didn't stop until his chin was lightly tapped by a dripping shaft.
"Such a naughty little slut," Surge growled, reaching down to ruffle the fur between his mate's ears.
Frosty simply grinned back to him and leaned his head down, wrapping his lips around the glowing tip to suckle eagerly. The tingle of electricity was something that he was used to while going down on his mate. The way he experienced it now, however, strongly encouraged him to continue. He felt an odd connection to his mate each time the tingling current spread from the fox's body to his own. Even though he had already learned to enjoy the gentle buzz of electricity, his new hybrid body seemed to respond strongly to the fox's energy. It was driving his senses, enhancing his arousal and spurring him to continue.
The tip of the cheetah's tongue circled around the sensitive taper, teasing the slit as it passed over it. His fingers softly cradled the base of his mate's member, fondling the knot that was firming up. The teasing grope made Surge growl deeply to the hybrid cat, grinding himself into his mate's tingling muzzle. Even though Frosty wasn't able to focus his energy the same way Surge could, the passive current was enough to enhance Surge's pleasure.
Crooning sweetly, Frosty lowered his muzzle to coax more of the fox's glowing blue shaft between his lips. His rough tongue cradled it tenderly, guiding it over Frosty's lips. He began to suckle lightly over the pulsing shaft, his ears perked up to listen to his mate's soft growls and groans of pleasure. His free paw gently squeezed Surge's hip while the other busied itself with the fox's prominent knot.
The hybrid cheetah's muzzle lowered until his lips kissed the top of his mate's knot, the tip of his tongue sneaking over his lower lip to lick over the sensitive bulb. He swallowed lightly, the back of his throat becoming coated in a generous trickle of fox pre. With his lips just shy of the fox's knot, Surge's shaft was just long enough to lightly prod the back of the cheetah's throat. Frosty gulped again to tease his mate, letting Surge experience the soft ripple of the cheetah's gullet over his sensitive tip.
Frosty reluctantly drew his lips back, allowing the pulsing shaft to withdraw most of the way before he paused. He sucked firmly over the tip before he slid down again, beginning to methodically work his muzzle over the canine shaft. Surge growled quietly, resting a paw between his mate's ears. He gave the cheetah a periodic nudge to encourage him to move faster, grinding his hips upward. Frosty's spotted hips wiggled playfully, his unusually bushy tail wagging in a canine manner. He slurped wetly around his mouthful, determined to suck his mate off.
It wasn't normally difficult for Frosty to bring his mate to climax. The added pleasure of the cheetah's electric stimulation, however, was making Surge squirm. The fox's white toes curled as the hybrid cheetah's tingling muzzle worked over his shaft, both of his paws resting on Frosty's head now. He squeezed gently, beginning to take the reins and thrust himself into the warm maw. As much as he wanted to spoil the fox, Frosty allowed Surge to take over, occasionally suckling harder as Surge drew his hips back. The fox's fingers kneaded just behind his ears, making Frosty croon sweetly as that slick member ground over his tongue.
Surge could feel himself quickly building up as he pleasured himself in his mate's mouth. His bushy white tail thumped against the bed with happy wagging, the fur crackling with small static jolts. He growled with desire, pulling the cheetah's head toward him each time he drove his length past the hybrid cheetah's jaws. It wouldn't be much longer now; he could feel his knot swelling each time it bumped against his mate's lips.
Frosty began to purr deeply, adding a pleasant vibration that made Surge groan with excitement. He thrust himself quickly back and forth, the added sensation pushing him easily over the edge. A soft "mrp" escaped Frosty's lips when he felt the distinct throb, the fox's flesh flaring out between his lips. He tried to back up a little, but Surge's paws kept a firm hold at the back of his head down. He could only gulp softly as the fox released a thick burst of creamy spunk into the back of his throat. As worked up as Surge was, Frosty found it difficult to keep up with the rush of seed that filled his muzzle. The tangy cream leaked from the corners of his lips messily as he swallowed, kneading his mate's hips.
Several blissfully quiet moments passed as Frosty greedily sucked down the warm load. Surge listened to the quiet gulps as the cheetah nursed his shaft, lightly kneading his fingers against the back of the cat's head. He lightly traced his fingers up along Frosty's ears, admiring the subtle canine quality that they possessed.
"Such a good kitty, you are," Surge purred lovingly to his mate. "If you could still be called 'kitty,' of course," he added which a chuckle.
A soft giggle rose from Frosty's throat as he felt Surge's paws relax. He slowly let himself up, licking over the glowing blue shaft as he went. It slowly withdrew from between his lips until it popped free. He lapped over the tip to flick away any remaining seed, sighing happily as he rested his cheek on a thigh.
"Mmmh, thanks for the birthday snack," he purred, rubbing his fingers idly through the soft fur over Surge's belly.
Even though he'd just emptied himself into his mate's throat, Surge was nowhere close to finished. "Well, there's plenty more to come."
Frosty opened his mouth to question him, but only managed a startled chirp when Surge flipped him onto his back. The fox grabbed his mate's wrists, pinning them above Frosty's head as he sat down on the cheetah's legs. He grinned, gazing down at the helpless hybrid kitty as he squirmed on the bed, trying to wiggle free of Surge's grasp.
"Well, now. This is a familiar situation," Surge grinned. "I know you're aware of what usually happens next."
A deep blush spread over Frosty's cheeks, his slightly pointed ears pinning back submissively. He mrowled at Surge, though the sound had a distinctly canine whine to it as well. It made Surge chuckle, his paws releasing his mate's wrists. In a quick flash, however, he rolled the cat onto his belly, leaving Frosty face-down on the soft bed. Surge's paw circled the base of Frosty's bushy tail and tugged it upward, exposing his mate's softly glowing blue ring. He grinned at the sight, kneading his fingers lightly over the base of his mate's tail. Frosty shivered lightly, arching his back in a way that raised his hips.
"Such a good kitten," Surge cooed, "presenting yourself to your mate like a needy little thing."
Frosty's rump wiggled invitingly at Surge's teasing observation. The fox grinned at this, leaning down and giving the spotted rump a playful nip. Frosty jumped with a surprised chirp, wiggling against the soft bedding. Surge nuzzled fondly over the cheek he'd bitten, licking as he moved toward the center. Frosty shivered lightly as he nestled his cheek against the bedding, occasionally peeking down to watch Surge tease him.
A soft, tingling nose bumped the underside of Frosty's tail, sending a pleasant hum of electricity directly up the cheetah's spine. It made him gasp, his toes curling lightly at the sensation. Surge licked the area softly, then snuck his tongue lower until the tip brushed across the cheetah's exposed tail hole. The anticipation had built Frosty up, but he still wasn't expecting the fox's tingling lick to be so pleasant. The fox's paws lowered, one resting on each fuzzy, spotted cheek. He squeezed his mate's rump firmly before tugging the cheeks apart, properly exposing him.
A pleasant groan escaped Frosty's lick when Surge's blue tongue made a slow, deliberate pass over his ring. His fingers clenched at the sheets, his ears pinned flat as Surge began to lick over him in earnest. The fox's warm tongue slowly circled Frosty's sphincter, ensuring that he covered every inch of the sensitive glowing flesh. The electricity from Surge's tongue seemed to travel directly to the hybrid cat's prostate, stimulating it to release small spurts of clear pre from the cheetah's member. Surge circled once more before he pressed the tip of his tongue against the center.
Frosty's hips rose a bit more when he felt Surge trying to wiggle his tongue inside. His body shivered with excitement as the fox's tongue slickened his backside. The fox eventually managed to squeeze his tongue past the clenching ring, easing it slowly into the cheetah's rump. His tip curled upward to tease the sensitive flesh just beyond the muscled barrier, making Frosty gasp and grind his hips forward into the bedding. Surge's tongue circled once before easing back, drawing another loving slurp over the cheetah's entrance.
The pleasure of being rimmed by his mate was something Frosty hadn't anticipated. Surge had performed this act in the past, but the hybrid cat's own electrical current seemed to be directing the fox's energy exactly where it needed to go. Surge's tongue dipped below his mate's anus to lick slowly through the soft fur, drawing another whine from the pent-up hybrid. He pressed his blue tongue against the sensitive area directly between his mate's lightly musky sac and tail hole, making Frosty tremble with excitement.
The fox's tongue dipped lower still until he found the cheetah's soft orbs. He flicked over them briefly before drawing his head up, dragging a deliberately slow lick over the sensitive flesh until he reached the cheetah's slickened entrance once more. He paused a moment to take in his mate's needy whimpers, knowing what the cheetah wanted. He wasn't going to move on until Frosty asked him to, however. He breathed lightly over the cheetah's rump, letting his warm breath caress his mate's backside.
Frosty wiggled his hips softly to encourage Surge to continue, though he knew he wanted more than just licking. The white fox accepted the lewd invitation, circling his tongue once around the cheetah's warm muscled ring before he squeezed inside. This time Surge didn't stop at the tip. He worked his tongue deeper, letting the tip tease along the sensitive flesh. He was grateful that his mate was so fastidious about grooming and bathing, the cheetah's bowels surprisingly clean. He probed lightly along the walls until he found what he was seeking.
When the tip of Surge's tongue bumped into his prostate, Frosty gasped softly. His backside clenched, gripping the fox's tongue as it flicked over his sensitive flesh. Surge's tongue curled against the prostate, pushing into it firmly. The tingle made Frosty grip the sheets tightly, burying his muzzle into the comforter to muffle a needy moan. He rolled his hips forward, grinding a pulsing erection into the soft fabric as a spurt of warm pre sprinkled it.
"And now, the Coup de Grace," Surge thought to himself. He pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the cheetah's prostate again and released a focused jolt of electricity into it. He felt his mate's body clench as the cheetah experienced an involuntary, but overwhelming climax. Frosty's heavy moan was muffled into the blanket as he squirmed blissfully against the bed. He ground his crotch into the blanket as he released a warm load, stimulated by Surge's glowing blue tongue. Surge could feel the cheetah's prostate pumping with each burst, emptying the warm spunk onto the bed.
Frosty whimpered loudly as the tingling continued, his body flooded with pleasure. It was almost too much for him, but the fox's paws maintained a firm grip on his backside to prevent him from crawling away. His shaft continued to throb as Surge's tongue licked his prostate, until the cheetah had nothing more to offer. Feeling his mate's body winding down, Surge slowly drew his tongue away from the hybrid kitty's prostate. He slipped it free with a light slurp, making one more pass over the muscled ring before he lifted his head from the cat's backside. He could hear his mate panting lightly still, having caught the cheetah entirely by surprise.
Surge stretched out and gently laid himself against the cheetah's back, placing his paws over Frosty's. He laced his fingers between the hybrid cat's digits, admiring Frosty's glowing claws. The half fox/half feline turned to kiss Surge's cheek, nuzzling his white fur afterward. He could feel the fox's still-erect length pressing against his lower back, but he ignored it for now.
"Mmh, thank you, foxy. You always give such wonderful birthday presents."
Surge grinned at this, kissing his mate's cheek. "Present? That was just the warm-up."
Frosty blushed deeply. "There's more?"
The white fox nodded, slipping his muzzle over one of Frosty's ears to suckle lightly on it. "Mmhmm. Remember what I said earlier? We're not done until foxy's got his sexy little fox-kitty wrapped around his knot."
Surge didn't give Frosty a chance to protest. He kept his paws on top of Frosty's to pin the cheetah's arms against the bed, stretched out ahead of the pair. He wiggled his hips, grinding his glowing shaft into his mate's soft fur. The cheetah tugged lightly, trying to free his arms. After such an intense peak, Frosty was reluctant to give in. Surge wouldn't take no for an answer, however. He slid back, his shaft rubbing alongside the cheetah's soft tail until it rested against the fuzzy rump. Frosty felt the tapered tip nestle itself up against his slickened pucker, poking him gently.
"Ready or not," Surge growled playfully into Frosty's ear.
Despite having just experienced a strong orgasm, Frosty gave in to his mate's advance. He wiggled his hips softly with a slight lift. Surge accepted the invitation without hesitation, pushing his hips forward. The tapered tip sank into the cheetah's rump almost effortlessly, aided by the slick drool that Surge had left earlier. Frosty groaned softly, his body trembling as the tingling length squeezed into his bowels. Surge mouthed over one of his mate's ears and nibbled lightly, growling into it as he inserted himself.
The fox's hips didn't halt until the swollen knot was resting against Frosty's stretched entrance. He rolled his hips forward, grinding lightly against his mate's body. The hybrid cat squirmed beneath him, the tip of Surge's length prodding deep inside of Frosty's body pleasantly. Surge worked his hips back and forth slowly, letting his knot tease the cheetah's ring. He didn't try to push it in, however, saving that for the finish.
Surge eventually drew his hips back, slowly withdrawing the glowing blue shaft from the cheetah's rump. The cheetah's bowels clenched at the canine shaft as it pulled free, until only the tapered tip was nestled inside. Surge released the teasing grip on Frosty's ear to lower his jaws, nuzzling over the hybrid cat's scruff before he wrapped his jaws over it. He bit down softly as he thrust his hips forward, burying his pulsing shaft into his mate again. The hybrid cat lightly pushed his hips back, meeting Surge's thrust with a soft, but needy whine.
Taking the thrust as an invitation, Surged began to work himself back and forth at a slow, but steady pace. His thick blue shaft squeezed into his mate's depths before drawing back, working the entire length through the cheetah's bowels with each motion. Even though Frosty had already sucked him off, he was still feeling riled up enough to pound his mate into submission.
Surge squeezed the cheetah's hips as he began to quicken the pace, adding a bit more force to his thrusts. Frosty arched his back as the fox's shaft squeezed back and forth, giving the fox a better angle to drive himself into the clenching rump. The bed creaked softly, shifting beneath the weight of Surge's rocking. The cat's fleshy depths squeezed and cradled his tingling flesh, drawing spurts of slick pre from the fox's shaft.
Groans of pleasure were shared between the lovers as Surge continued to build his rhythm. The creaking of the bed was growing steadily louder, but neither of the two seemed to notice or mind. Frosty was too inundated with tingling pleasure to notice, and Surge was too distracted with his firm thrusts. The cheetah's body trembled as the steady current of electricity grew stronger, mirroring Surge's building desire. Each thrust created a lewd slurp as the glowing blue shaft buried itself inside of the hybrid cat's stretched rump.
Practically ramming himself into the spotted white rump, Surge tightly squeezed Frosty's paws. He licked at the soft fur between the cat's ears and along the back of his neck, biting dominantly from time to time. He panted heavily into Frosty's fur as his body rocked, quickly building toward a second climax. Surge wanted to ensure that his mate's orgasm would be stronger than the first, letting one paw drift away from the cheetah's arm to sneak beneath his spotted lover. His fingers curled around Frosty's glowing blue member, making the cheetah cry out. His backside clenched tightly around the pounding shaft as he ground his hips forward into the fox's tingling paw.
A pulse of electricity traveled down the length of Frosty's shaft, deliberately concentrated to give Frosty as much pleasure as Surge could muster. Normally he was a bit more cautious about his energy usage around his mate, but he knew that the hybrid cat was much more receptive to it now. The moans of passion that escaped Frosty's lips every time Surge gave his shaft a jolt confirmed the fox's hunch. Surge could feel the fleshy blue barbs standing up on Frosty's length, signaling an imminent peak that was hastened by the random pulses of energy.
Surge began to shorten his thrusts, his bushy white tail wagging quickly as his knot began to force itself into the cheetah's stretched ring. The bed was rocking in protest to the passionate lovemaking, thumping against the wall now. If anyone in the house wasn't already aware of the lusty session, they would be soon enough. The lights in the room flickered as Surge released a stronger pulse of energy simultaneously into his mate's glowing shaft and bowels. The stimulation made Frosty twitch and gasp loudly, but he was unable to hold himself back.
The cheetah's bowels clenched tightly over Surge's length as Frosty cried out in ecstasy for the second time that evening. This one, however, was not muffled into the bedding as the first had been. Surge rocked his hips forward as the cat's passage gripped his shaft tightly, his progress halted when his swollen knot strained against the tight ring. He didn't draw back this time, however, applying pressure as his knot hesitantly squeezed through the clenching barrier. With a firm shove, the knot forced itself into the cheetah's bowels with a wet, lewd pop.
The fox's teeth clenched in a heated growl as the fleshy walls squeezed his knot. He ground his hips quickly back and forth, working his swelling knot against the cheetah's prostate. The cheetah had little to release after his first intense load, though his body still went through the motions of orgasm. Surge could feel the cat's prostate pumping against his knot as he quickly worked himself to his own plateau of bliss. The squeezing around it proved to be too much for the fox, his knot flaring out as it engorged and locked itself inside of the cheetah's body.
Surge leaned down to bite firmly on his mate's scruff, asserting his dominance over Frosty. He panted quickly through his nose as his mind exploded with pleasure, accompanied by a wave of energy that coursed through the cheetah's body. The stimulation was almost overwhelming to Frosty, feeling pleasured in ways he couldn't possibly imagine. The lights in the room flashed intensely from the exchange of energy between the two lovers, before a series of loud pops echoed through the house. Everything was unexpectedly plunged into darkness as the power failed, leaving the house eerily silent as Surge and Frosty shared the moment of intense passion.
Frosty's heart raced, his eyes tightly clenched as his body twitched and shivered from the overcharge that Surge had given him. He didn't dare move, feeling the knot trapped inside of his clenched rump. His tail gently draped itself around Surge's body as he turned his head, locking lips with his mate once Surge released the bite on his scruff. They held the loving embrace for several long seconds, completing a current that flowed continuously through their bodies. Frosty felt an unusual bond to his mate as the energy moved freely between the two, something that he hadn't experienced before.
The two released their kiss when a loud knock on the door interrupted the serene moment. Surge peered over his shoulder, wondering if he'd remembered to lock the door or not. Much to his surprise, it was wide open. He could see the blue silhouette of James standing in the doorway, looking intently at the two lovers that were intimately tied to one another.
"So, uh...who came first? Someone owes me a blowjob for knocking out the power in the middle of entering research notes..."