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"Can we go home already? We've got what we came here for," James groaned. The white raccoon's tail flicked back and forth with mild agitation as he hobbled along behind his adoptive parents.

Frosty chuckled softly, peering over his shoulder at the grumbling raccoon. "Don't worry, we're almost done. Just have one more place that Surge and I want to look at."

A heavy groan escaped the raccoon's lips. "Is this gonna take another hour? My knee is killing me."

"It should only be a few minutes. We just want to pick up one or two things," the cheetah reassured him. Frosty adjusted his bags, jostling a few articles of clothing that had already been purchased.

Frosty squeezed his mate's paw lightly as they walked, maintaining a moderately slow pace so the crippled young raccoon could keep up. They eventually stopped in front of a shop, prompting James to gaze up at the store's signage and read it aloud.

"Dirty Little Secret? Why'd we stop he-" James paused before he could finish the thought. His muzzle flushed as he turned away slightly.

"You'll find out when you're older," Surge observed with a quiet chuckle.

"Like I don't know what you two do in the bedroom already," James shot back, sticking his black tongue out at Surge. "I could hear Frosty screaming yer name all night."

The cheetah's muzzle quickly shifted from snowy white to a distinctly rosy hue. Surge coughed deliberately and glanced around to ensure that James had not been overheard. The white fox hurriedly fished a couple bills from his pocket and stuffed them into James's paw, much to the raccoon's surprise.

"Here, go busy yourself at the arcade while we're looking. We'll come find you when we're done."

James glanced down at the wad of bills, then back at Surge and Frosty as they hustled into the adult store. He shrugged and tucked the money into his pocket, whistling to himself as he took a few steps away to make it look like he was going to leave. He waited until the pair had disappeared inside for several seconds, then cautiously made his way over to the store and peeked inside.

The adult store was relatively small, but had enough aisles and clothing racks that he could easily slip inside unnoticed. There was only one person on duty, which made the task even simpler. A young espeon was chatting with Frosty and Surge, distracting the trio from James's presence in the entryway. James seized the opportunity to slip inside and duck into one of the nearby aisles out of immediate sight. His ears perked as he listened to the conversation going on between the three.

"We're only looking for one or two things," Frosty chuckled, one arm around his mate's waist. "We've already got a small collection of toys, leashes and such. Just looking to spice things up a bit."

The espeon chuckled, adjusting his "Evolus" nametag. "Never hurts to get a few more, hun. Is there anything specific that you had in mind?"

Surge hummed quietly as he pondered the question. "Well, we are rather lacking in the way of vibrating toys. I have a few small ones, but I'm looking for something a bit more hands-free for this one." A wandering paw playfully groped Frosty's backside as Surge finished the thought.

Evolus's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Hands-free? Well, we certainly have plenty of those. If you're looking for something to stir things up in the sack, I have just the thing."

A soft gasp escaped James's lips when the trio moved toward him. Moving faster than should've been possible for a cripple, he lunged into the nearest thing that could conceal him. He ended up in the middle of a circular clothing rack of lingerie, surrounded by lacy underwear and corsets. His heart raced as he listened, hoping he hadn't been spotted by anyone.

"It looks like a novelty money clip," Frosty observed with a giggle as Evolus held up one of his favorite items from a display table.

"Sure, it's not much to look at, but that's not what matters. Here." The espeon passed the toy over to Frosty, who turned it over lightly in his paws to get a better look. While the cheetah was poking and testing the flexibility, Evolus tapped a button on the remote. When the toy hummed to life, Frosty nearly dropped it.

"Oh my." The cheetah's fingers buzzed as the toy hummed, a blush creeping up his spotted cheeks. "I see what you mean." Frosty passed the vibrating toy over to Surge, who smirked and nodded approvingly to his mate.

"If you like it, let's get one," the fox chuckled. "I'm sure we could put it to good use."

Frosty cautiously placed the toy back in its display stand as Evolus switched it off. "I can grab that for you when you check out," the espeon stated with a playful smirk. "You won't be disappointed. But you have to promise to come back and tell me about it."

"Deal," the cheetah giggled, cuddling up to Surge. He lightly ruffled the fox's chest fur as he gazed briefly around the small shop. "Out of curiosity, what would you recommend for setting the mood?"

Evolus hummed quietly. "Well, scented candles and simmering oils are always a popular choice."

Surge rolled his eyes at the mention of oil. "I think we're more than covered there."

"Well, there's other options as well. We do have a very special line of products that came in not long ago that you might be interested in."

James cautiously peered through the clothing as he watched them move once more, still dangerously close. He kept absolutely still to avoid detection, observing as they moved to another display stand full of small perfume bottles, candles, and incense. His ringed tail flicked with mild annoyance, knowing that he wouldn't be able to escape until they were out of sight.

"They're called Scent-suals. We've been hearing very good things about these," the espeon commented. "Men and women alike have been commenting that these things drive their partners wild."

Frosty looked rather intrigued. "What is it?"

A playful smirk crept over Evolus's lips. "Musk."

Surge quirked an eyebrow at the response. "Musk? That's it? There's a hundred companies out there that market 'musk' in a bottle."

Evolus wagged a finger at Surge. "This isn't like that. It's scientifically formulated to mimic natural pheromones; the same ones that heat things up in the bedroom. Add a splash of this before your boy gets home from work, and he'll have his paws all over you in no time flat the second he catches wind of it."

This caught James's attention. Synthetic pheromones? He'd toyed around with his own concoctions before, but he'd never thought about marketing it. His ears perked as he listened intently.

"I should warn you, these are somewhat specific. It'd be awfully difficult to get your feline friend worked up when you smell like a buck."

"Do they actually work?" Frosty asked quietly.

"Certainly drives my bunny wild when I use it," Evolus replied with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Frosty hummed softly and browsed through the samples, reading them aloud. "Frisky Fox, Filthy Mutt, Sex Panther, Wildcat, Stag Party...some of these puns are terrible." He continued to browse, but noticed something was missing. "Nothing for cheetahs?"

"Well, it's a fairly new product so it may not be available yet. I can check for you."

With that, the espeon disappeared into a back room. Surge chuckled as Frosty picked up a bottle of fox scent and sniffed at the nozzle.

"You know, if you want to inhale fox musk, there's plenty of it right here," Surge observed with a cheeky grin, rubbing up against his mate suggestively.

"Oh, hush," Frosty chuckled, playfully battling his mate's chest. "Come on, let's look at more toys. I want to see what else they've got."

When Surge and Frosty wandered to another part of the store, a pair of curious eyes poked out from beneath the clothing rack. Seeing that the coast was clear, James quickly hurried over to the table where they'd just been standing.

"Let's see..." He hummed softly as he plucked the bottle of fox musk from the table and sniffed at the contents. It didn't smell terrible, and certainly had a familiar undertone to it that reminded him of his adoptive father, Surge.

James took another whiff of the applicator, then shook his head. "There's no way this stuff is as good as mine." A devilish grin spread over James's lips as an idea struck him. "But I think I know what could make it better."

Peeking this way and that to make sure the coast was clear, James quickly unscrewed the cap from the small bottle. Reaching into his lab coat, he extracted a small vial of colorless liquid and removed the cork. He poured several drops from the vial into the fox musk, then recapped the small bottle. He tipped it back and forth quickly to mix the contents, then returned it to the table with the other bottles.

"This should make things a bit more interesting." He hoped he would be able to witness someone using it before he had to leave.

With that, James turned to make his way back to the clothing rack to hide. Along the way, however, a rack of metallic toys caught his attention. Vibrators of various types and sizes hung from the rack, all shining with a metallic glow. The raccoon grinned and reached out, snatching a vibrating egg from the display and stuffing it into his pocket. "I'll take that."

As James turned away and made his way back to the clothing rack, a firm paw clapped down on his shoulder. James tensed up immediately as a soft voice spoke to him.

"Aren't you a little young to be shopping here?"

"Depends on who you ask," James replied smartly as he gazed up at the espeon.

"Go on, out of the store. Go find your parents before they find you," Evolus warned.

"But they're right there," James protested, gesturing to the fox and cheetah who were obliviously giggling at novelty-sized horse anatomy.

"You're not the first one to try that. Shoo," Evolus persisted, shuffling James toward the door.

"But...you can't...moooooom!" James tried to get Frosty's attention, but he was already beyond the door and out of earshot of the white cheetah. The raccoon's paw briefly dipped into his pocket in search of a syringe of Reductrex, but he thought better of it given how busy the mall was.

"Little pervert," Evolus grumbled, returning to the store once James was outside. He wandered over to where Surge and Frosty were browsing and cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, some of our spotted varieties won't be available until later this month. I can put you on a waiting list for some, if you'd like."

"I'd like that," Frosty replied. "I think Surge wanted to browse a few more things, in the meantime."

Evolus nodded. "Certainly. Let me know if there's anything else you're looking for. I'll be at the register when you're ready."

When the espeon returned to the register, Frosty wandered back to the display to browse the various scents available. Surge was distracted with various cuffs and collars, pondering what Frosty would look good in even though the cheetah already had a handful of naughty items. Frosty hummed softly as he reached for the fox-scented bottle; the very same that James had tainted moments earlier. He sniffed at the contents a few times, then nodded approvingly. The scent had a certain familiarity to it, prompting Frosty to give it a try.

Giving the bottle a gentle shake, Frosty spritzed a bit of it onto his wrist. It tingled lightly when it soaked into his fur and came in contact with his skin. He gave another experimental sniff, purring as a rich scent wafted across his nose. It made him feel warm and just a bit tingly all over when he took in the pleasant aroma. Curiously, he took a much deeper breath, letting the smell settle deep into his nose. The light warming sensation that he felt through his body strengthened noticeably.

Frosty closed his eyes as a pleasant euphoria washed over him, reveling it the experience. He took a slow, deep breath as he began to purr, his mind wandering to tender moments with his mate. The emotion that was taking root in his mind was the same he experienced when he was romantically involved with Surge. The more he dwelled on it, the warmer he seemed to get.

"I think Surge would like this," Frosty mused. "Only one way to find out."

Giving the bottle another light shake, Frosty tipped his head to one side and lightly spritzed his neck, placing a generous squirt on either side. He lightly fanned his neck to dry it somewhat, then sauntered over to his mate. Making a soft mewl, Frosty placed his arms over Surge's shoulders and cuddled up to him, tail flicking playfully.

"Well, hello to you, too," Surge chuckled. "Is this your way of saying it's time...to...leave...?" The fox's nostrils flared several times when he caught scent of the rich aroma wafting from his mate's body. A soft growl escaped Surge's throat as he slipped his arms around Frosty's waist and pulled him closer. The cheetah giggled as he was embraced, brushing his fingers over Surge's shoulders as the fox leaned down to nuzzle his neck. The fox sniffed repeatedly along his mate's neck, letting the pleasing scent fill his lungs.

"Mmh, you smell really good, Frosty," Surge purred.

"I knew you'd like it," the cheetah replied quietly. "I...think it works as advertised."

Surge smirked and placed a soft bite on the side of Frosty's neck. He didn't reply, though. The fox's tail was almost wagging as he rubbed up against the white cheetah, an intense feeling of arousal washing over him. His shorts were already growing tight, a swelling bulge pressed against his mate's slender belly.

Frosty's gentle kneading became a bit more insistent when Surge began to unconsciously grind against him. The fox's arousal was fueling Frosty's passion, which in turn encouraged Surge. They were feeding off each other's growing lust. The cheetah's skirt bunched up when Surge's paws groped his perky butt, giving it a firm squeeze that made Frosty chirrup quietly. A playful wiggle of the cheetah's hips followed, prompting Surge to pull them firmly toward himself.

A light shiver traveled up Frosty's back when Surge ground against him shamelessly. All that playful wiggling and rubbing was quickly wearing down at the fox's self-control. Surge was quickly forgetting their surroundings, his attention focused on the deliciously-scented cheetah in his arms. He nipped softly along his mate's neck, drawing soft gasps from Frosty's lips and causing him to randomly twitch.

Humming quietly to himself, Evolus was busily tidying the area around the register. He hadn't yet caught wind of the lewd display occurring on the other side of the shop. A distinct chirp, however, distracted him from his task. He looked up just in time to watch Surge effortlessly lift Frosty off the ground, his paws resting on the cheetah's rump. The white feline giggled, looping his legs around Surge's hips to keep himself balanced. From his location, the espeon had a perfect view of the cheetah's butt. A provocative pink thong hugged the cheetah's rump, barely keeping him decent.

Evolus couldn't help staring at the curvy cheetah's backside as Surge's paws groped at it. The way the cheetah's tail flicked back and forth practically begged him to gawk. Reaching into his pocket, Evolus snuck out his cell phone and covertly snapped a photo. It would be foolish to pass up an opportunity like that. When Surge's paw squeezed Frosty's butt, Evolus took another picture, then slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Frosty and Surge were both oblivious to the fact that someone was watching intently. Any hint of better judgment was obscured by James's potent concoction. As the fox's paws squeezed and kneaded his mate's butt, their lips met in a passionate kiss. The cheetah's hips ground against Surge's belly as the kiss deepened, giving Frosty a familiar tingle of electricity that he'd grown accustomed to, and even come to enjoy.

Things quickly began to escalate as Frosty and Surge continued kissing, exchanging teasing nibbles now and then to spice things up. Their subtle grinding grew more blatant as they squeezed and kneaded each other's bodies, accompanied by lusty groans that could be heard over the shop's music. A rich scent rose from their bodies, causing a distinctly sexual aroma to waft through the store as their eager rubbing grew more animated.

Watching the pair, Evolus fished out his cell phone for another picture. A paw absently brushed over his bulging pants as he snapped another photo, lightly fondling himself as he watched the fox and cheetah make out. When Surge turned to one side with his mate, Evolus motioned to snap another photo, but paused for a moment. Why take a picture when he could do one better? He carefully propped his cell phone up, then began recording.

The espeon's timing turned out to be perfect. Surge growled softly and took a step forward, pushing Frosty into a nearby display window as he let the cheetah onto his feet. The white feline let out a giggle when he bumped into the glass, pinned between the cool surface and his mate's lust-fueled body. He suggestively rolled his hips, a motion which Surge eagerly reciprocated.

With Frosty's feet on the ground once more, Surge's paws were free to roam. They possessively stroked up and down the cheetah's hips, admiring the sultry curves that his mate flaunted so regularly. Glowing blue claws raked lightly through Frosty's spotted fur beneath the skirt, leaving trails in their wake. The fox's paws slowly made their way toward Frosty's lap, making the cheetah squirm with anticipation as they drew closer to his bulging thong.

When Surge reached his destination, he pressed his paw flat against the cheetah's bulge. His fingers lightly cupped the pulsing erection, making Frosty squirm and whimper quietly with pent up need. When the fox's fingertips brushed over the tip of his shaft that had peeked out of his thong, a jolt of electricity rushed down his member, causing Frosty to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

The fox's fingers curled, bunching the pink thong against Frosty's shaft and stroking slowly back and forth. The teasing touch made Frosty whimper and lean into his mate, burying his muzzle in Surge's neck and nuzzling him affectionately. The cheetah occasionally nipped at him, his tail thumping lightly against the glass pane as he was fondled.

Eventually, Frosty decided to counter the fox's attention. The cheetah's dainty paws roamed over his mate's chest, following the contour of the fox's toned muscles. He slowly rubbed farther down Surge's body, his grinding motions becoming more insistent as the white vulpine squeezed his member. Eventually the cheetah's hands reached Surge's hips, giving them a squeeze as he pulled Surge close. The fox's paw became briefly pinned between the two, prompting Surge to tug it free and grind directly against the cheetah's bulge instead.

With his paws free, Surge directed his attention to the cheetah's skirt. He lightly fingered the waistband, tugging it away from Frosty's waist and letting it snap back gently. An inviting wiggle of the cheetah's hips prompted Surge to tuck his fingers beneath the elastic band and squeeze Frosty's curves. As he did, the cheetah's skirt inched down, hanging much lower on Frosty's hips. Surge growled softly into Frosty's ear as he kneaded his mate's hips, steadily inching the black skirt lower.

Despite being in such a conspicuous location, Frosty didn't seem to mind. If anything, his playful wiggling was encouraging Surge to continue. In his current mental state, Surge needed little of it. With a smooth downward motion, Surge eased the cheetah's skirt completely off his hips. The black skirt slid to the floor and bunched up around Frosty's feet, leaving him standing in the display window in his pink thong, which only just kept his backside modest.

Surge leaned back to admire the sight of the curvy cheetah standing before him. He rubbed a paw up Frosty's waist, combing his claws through the soft fur and bunching up his mate's pink "princess" shirt in the process. His other paw slipped beneath the cheetah's thong, giving him a firm squeeze directly on his fuzzy rump.

Encouraged by his mate's actions, Frosty released his hip and pressed a paw directly against the fox's crotch instead. The touch prompted a lusty growl from the white fox, as well as a firm grind into Frosty's paw. Surge's erection throbbed beneath the purple fabric, beginning for proper attention. Cooing softly to the fox, Frosty gently tugged the grey strings that held his shorts up to oblige him. Once Surge's shorts were loosened, Frosty dipped a paw inside and curled his fingers around the glowing blue erection. The rigid flesh was radiating heat and throbbing needily. Surge groaned softly when Frosty began to stroke up and down the glowing pole, rolling his hips to match the slow rhythm. The familiar tingle of electricity danced through the cheetah's digits, making them twitch when he squeezed around the thick shaft.

Surge leaned in and pressed a kiss against his mate's lips as Frosty caressed his stiff member. Slick pre leaked from the tapered tip, smeared down the thick pole by slender feline digits. Frosty cooed sweetly into the kiss, enjoying the gentle throb that pulsed through Surge's length with each heartbeat. He eased his fingers down to the base and gave a soft squeeze that made the fox thrust toward him. When Frosty began to fondle the partially swollen knot at the base, the fox's paw drifted down to take his wrist.

"That's enough fondling," Surge said between soft groans.

"But I don't want to stop," Frosty purred, giving the base of the fox's shaft a squeeze that made Surge groan sharply.

"Didn't say we were stopping entirely." Surge leaned in and placed a deep kiss on his mate's lips as he gently squeezed Frosty's wrist. The burst of electricity that followed was enough to make Frosty's lips go numb for a moment. The cheetah whined sweetly, giving Surge a brief grope before his paw was extracted from the fox's shorts. When Frosty's paw slipped free, Surge's shorts surrendered to gravity. They ended up bunched up around Surge's feet, leaving the fox quite naked from the waist down.

Evolus, who had been pretending to mind his own business at the register while his phone recorded the proceedings, stopped abruptly and stared. His eyes fixed on that glowing blue spire, half tempted to sneak over and give the fox an unexpected reach-around. He thought better of it, however. The espeon sat down on a stool at the register and glanced about to make sure nobody else was in the store, then quietly unzipped his pants and slipped his paw inside while he entertained thoughts of molesting the fox and his feline mate.

As Frosty was reaching to squeeze Surge's exposed shaft, the fox abruptly twisted him around and pushed him up against the glass. The cheetah's paws pressed up against the window to steady himself as he peeked over his shoulder. Surge was on him almost immediately, firmly grinding himself into his mate's backside. Frosty's back arched as he rolled his hips against Surge's lap, practically begging the fox to claim him.

One paw squeezed the cheetah's hip, while the other came to rest gently on Frosty's slim belly, just above his dripping erection. Surge rubbed slowly up and down, enjoying the way his mate whimpered and squirmed needily against him. He knew what the cheetah wanted. Frosty wouldn't be waiting much longer.

Curling his fingers beneath the pink fabric, Surge tugged the thong to the side to expose the spotted cat's fuzzy rump. A finger tucked itself beneath the base of Frosty's tail, circling the warm ring that was normally hidden beneath the cheetah's thong. The tingling touch directly to his rump made Frosty gasp, fingers clenching as if trying to grab something, though they only met cool glass. Frosty's head tipped down submissively as Surge's finger teased his opening, adding a bit more pressure to the massaging motion.

Eventually, the fox's finger drifted away from Frosty's rump, only to be replaced by a tingling blue tip a moment later. He felt his mate tense slightly when the glowing taper lightly poked against his entrance. He tenderly nuzzled Frosty's neck, growling quietly to him as he lightly ground his hips back and forth, indenting the muscled ring slightly but not applying enough pressure to penetrate.

Frosty tripped his head to one side when Surge nuzzled him, eyes peeking open for a moment. It was only then that he realized through the intense sexual haze that there were people on the other side of the display window. Several folks were snapping pictures, some of them recording intently. A soft whimper escaped him when Surge's shaft poked firmly against his rump, grinding back against his mate to encourage him to proceed. Despite all the pent up feelings, though, he was still mindful of the attention they were attracting.

"F-foxy...there's..." Frosty's thought was abruptly cut off when his mate's paw slipped into his thong and curled around his erection. Surge gently squeezed the feline shaft as he rolled his hips forward with a smooth motion, forcing his tip inside. A lusty growl escaped the fox at the tightness that greeted him, softly bobbing his hips to work his shaft into the cheetah's rump.

The thought went unfinished and forgotten as Surge brushed his thumb over the tip of Frosty's dripping length, smearing slick pre along the head. The cheetah's back arched in pleasure as Surge continued to slowly coax the throbbing blue shaft into his bowels, clenching involuntarily around it. When half of his length was snugly tucked inside, Surge paused a moment. He leaned in and softly bit Frosty's neck, then smoothly thrust his hips forward.

A sharp gasp of pleasure rose from the cheetah's throat as the remainder of Surge's member was claimed by his depths. He could feel each thick pulse against his bowels as Surge paused, allowing the cheetah to savor that familiar full feeling. Surge occasionally rolled his hips forward, eliciting excited moans from his mate's lips as the tip prodded at the cheetah's innermost depths. His knot gently pushed against the stretched ring, but Surge resisted the urge to stuff it inside so soon.

After a few more teasing thrusts against his mate's body, Surge began to draw his hips back to slowly ease the glowing shaft out. As riled up as he was, still influenced heavily by James's special brew, it took a good deal of restraint to resist the urge to pound his mate senseless. An unexpected squeeze by his mate, however, prompted Surge to immediately thrust back inside. Frosty let out a shaky moan, mimicking the fox's motion by rolling his hips into Surge's fingers and coating them with a generous squirt of precum.

The stimulation alone from Surge's latent energy was almost enough to push Frosty over the edge. The combination of Surge's digits on his shaft and the glowing pole tucked inside drove Frosty wild. The cheetah was squirming each time Surge moved, alternately grinding against the fox's hips and fingers. Surge loved seeing his mate this way; he knew how badly the cheetah wanted it, and he was all too happy to give.

Frosty's back arched when a particularly firm thrust forced the fox's knot against his entrance, nearly squeezing it past the strained barrier. The cheetah let out a squeal of pleasure that could be heard clearly across the store as his body tensed. His fingers curled, claws scraping harmlessly over the cool glass.

Surge held his knot against the cheetah's rump for a moment, grinding against his mate gently to keep him on edge. Frosty felt like he could pop at any moment, but Surge knew just how to fondle and touch him to avoid sending him over the edge. It was torture for Frosty, who wanted nothing more than to feel that thick bulb lodged inside. He insistently ground himself back against Surge's knot, trying to squeeze it in. The fox drew his hips back each time, however, ensuring that it was left untucked.

The cheetah was growing increasingly desperate as Surge resumed a moderate pace, making deep thrusts into his mate's bowels. The cheetah's wiggling and pushing back nearly forced Surge's knot inside several times, prompting the vulpine to take things in a different direction. He needed to take some of the cheetah's freedom away, and he knew just how to do it.

Placing one arm around Frosty's waist, Surge lowered the other to the cheetah's hip. His thrusts paused for a moment, prompting the cheetah to maintain a steady rocking motion of his own to keep things going. Surge gave Frosty's butt a playful squeeze that made the cheetah wiggle at him and settle down a bit. The fox's paw then lowered to the back of Frosty's thigh and squeezed down on the toned muscle.

With a soft grunt, the fox lifted Frosty clean off the ground. The cheetah wiggled in surprise, his feet scrambling to find solid ground. Surge didn't let him back down, however. He pushed gently against the back of Frosty's thigh, prompting him to lift his leg. A moment later, Frosty's foot found something solid to rest against: the store display window. Surge's hand drifted down the cheetah's thigh, massaging it softly as he moved to a more suitable spot to accommodate the new position.

Frosty's other leg followed suit a moment later, which resulted in the cheetah being spread wide against the glass. His feet pressed against the window as Surge leaned into him, nuzzling into the cheetah's neck fondly. The cheetah carefully twisted his torso and lifted an arm away from the glass to drape it around his mate's shoulder, offering Surge's arms a bit of relief from the cheetah's weight. The fox had both paws on his mate's thighs now, kneading and squeezing them lightly.

"Much better," Surge whispered into Frosty's ear. "Now everyone can get a good look at what a little cockslut you are."

Frosty was well-aware of how exposed he was now. With his feet pressed against the glass and Surge holding his legs apart, people on the other side of the window could clearly see the fox penetrating his mate. Surge tipped his muzzle away from the cheetah's ear and parted his jaws, lightly biting down on his shoulder as he resumed thrusting. The fox's pace was a bit faster than before, his thrusts as deep as he could manage.

The cheetah's feet squeaked against the glass as Surge thrust, his body bouncing with each deep push. He hugged his mate's shoulder, embracing Surge as the fox's pace grew rougher. Surge wasn't holding back now. The fox was determined to finish, his knot bumping insistently against the cheetah's stretched ring. Each push brought with it a jolt of pleasure that made Frosty whimper loudly with growing need.

Even without the fox's paw tending to his throbbing length, Frosty still felt himself riding on the edge of climax. He knew he wouldn't last much longer if Surge maintained the current pace. The fox didn't show any signs of letting up, either. He growled as his jaws dominantly latched onto Frosty's neck, biting down lightly in a possessive love bite that the cheetah was all-too-familiar with. Frosty knew what was coming next.

The fox's thrusts grew shorter yet more forceful, visibly bouncing Frosty's body upward. Each firm thrust was met with a resistant clench, hindering the fox's attempts to lodge his knot in his mate's body. Surge wasn't going to give up easily, however. His bite tightened against the side of Frosty's neck, causing the cheetah to let out a gasp and go nearly limp. It wasn't a pained reaction, however. This sort of attention drove the cheetah wild, and Surge knew it.

Surge took advantage of the cheetah's lowered defenses immediately. With a lusty growl he plowed deep into his mate's bowels, stopping only when his knot was hindered by the stretched ring. This time, however, he didn't draw his hips back. He rhythmically pushed his knot against the opening, applying pressure in waves that slowly eased it deeper. Eventually the cheetah's body yielded, sliding over the thickest portion of the swollen bulb and greedily swallowing the rest. A heavy, abrupt groan rose from Frosty's lips as his mate's knot disappeared entirely.

The thickness of the fox's knot proved to be too much for Frosty. Several short, quick thrusts caused him to cry out in ecstasy as it ground over his prostate. The cheetah's body clenched possessively around that swollen bulb as waves of pleasure rushed over him, panting heavily and letting out another sharp moan. A heavy throb of the cheetah's erection was followed by a thick rope of seed that splashed onto Frosty's belly, clinging wetly to his fur.

The electric fox reached his own orgasm moments after Frosty. The orgasmic clenching around his knot encouraged erratic grinding that pushed Surge over the edge. His jaw clenched against Frosty's neck as he let out a deep growl, grinding his lap firmly against the cheetah's butt to ensure that every inch was nested inside as a hot rush of vulpine seed spilled from his shaft. The intense electric tingle that accompanied it made Frosty involuntarily clench, a reaction that Surge particularly enjoyed.

Surge gently massaged Frosty's thighs as he came down from the intense sexual high, grinding his hips to milk out the tingly load. He loosened the firm bite on Frosty's neck and began to softly lick the bruised area, coaxing soft mewls from his exhausted mate. The cheetah was still panting quickly, his body recovering from the experience. The two didn't say a word for some time, the silence broken only by Frosty's steady purring.

With sexual gratification achieved, James's potent aphrodisiac was quickly wearing off. The haze in Frosty's mind was clearing up, returning to reality as his body calmed down. The tender licking at his neck helped him unwind, leaning his head to the side with his eyes closed to enjoy his mate's affection. The fox softly kissed his mate's neck, then tipped his muzzle up to nuzzle the cheetah's ear.

"Love you, you naughty little slut," Surge cooed into Frosty's ear.

The cheetah flushed at his mate's words and turned his head, twisting slightly to bump noses. "Love you too, foxy," he purred back. He then placed a soft lick on Surge's glowing nose, causing a few crackles of electricity to jump between the two.

"Awwwww, cute."

The unexpected voice made Frosty jump. Frosty drew his attention away from Surge and peered to the other end of the store. Evolus was still behind the counter, resting his chin in his hands. His tail wagged when Frosty's gaze met his own. He gave the cheetah a little wave and winked at him, causing Frosty to squirm with embarrassment. He'd all but forgotten that they were in such a conspicuous place.

The cheetah's paws immediately shot down to cover his nudity, despite it being far too late to prevent damage that had already been done. He squirmed anxiously, prompting Surge to lower Frosty to his feet with a grunt. He looped his arms possessively around the cheetah's middle, hugging Frosty against himself to prevent him from wiggling away.

"Just settle down, sweetie. It'll be fine," Surge reassured, petting softly over the cat's belly and smearing sticky seed into his fur in the process.

Frosty blushed furiously as he hesitantly peeked through the store window. The crowd which had gathered was beginning to disperse, some typing excitedly on cell phones to share what had just taken place. A soft whine escaped the cheetah, knowing that this would likely be all over the internet. He paused a moment when he discovered a familiar face in the crowd. A white raccoon was seated at a bench, furiously scribbling something in a large notebook.

"James?" Frosty said quietly.

Before he could say anything further, a blanket was thrown around the cheetah's body. Frosty glanced over and was met face-to-face with Evolus, who had offered the blanket. The espeon gave him a knowing smirk and winked, then gestured to the other end of the store.

"You guys can stay in the office as long as you need. I'll make sure nobody disturbs you if you need some time to unwind."

Frosty gave a little nod, but he didn't say anything. Surge quietly mouthed "thanks" before he turned, but Frosty wasn't quite ready to move yet. His legs wobbled, nearly toppling Surge over when they gave out. With a little help from Evolus, Surge managed to remain upright, giving Frosty a moment to gather himself.

The two managed to reach the office without further incident, where a comfortable-looking couch awaited them. Surge carefully maneuvered himself onto the couch with his mate, embracing Frosty against himself as they laid out. He pulled the blanket over their bodies as Evolus excused himself, only to return a few moments later with the clothing they had discarded. The espeon laid the cheetah's skirt and Surge's shorts on top of a decorative gift bag containing the items Surge and Frosty had selected to purchase.

"I'll be at the register if you guys need anything. No need to rush getting out of here."

Frosty and Surge nodded as he excused himself once more, leaving them alone. Frosty whimpered softly, his mind playing over the events that had just taken place. The fox's muzzle gently rubbed between his ears as Surge hugged him, offering the cheetah a tender kiss.

Frosty's ears flicked lightly as he twists his head to the side to look at his mate. "Did that really just happen...?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Evolus perked up when he noticed the couple emerging from the office, fully clothed once more and walking independently. Surge's arm was looped around Frosty's waist, the other wielding the gift bag and blanket that had been left for them. They approached the counter and paused to make their purchase, but Evolus lifted a paw.

"That won't be necessary. This one's on me," he said with a playful smirk.

"No, I insist. It's the least we can do for...making a scene," Surge said after a momentary pause.

Evolus chuckled softly, his smirk turning into a mischievous grin. "Consider it a gift for providing me with a live testimonial of how well our new products work."

Surge flushed lightly, but offered an accepting nod. "Thank you."

"Feel free to come back anytime," Evolus said brightly as Surge stepped away from the counter. He made eye contact with Frosty and grinned. "Especially you."

Frosty's muzzle flushed visibly at the farewell. He was too embarrassed to say anything. He kept close to Surge as they made their way out of the store. They immediately located James, seated patiently at the same bench Frosty had spotted him on earlier. The raccoon put on the best innocent look he could as he lifted his gaze to meet them.

"What took 'ya so long? Were 'ya fooking in the dressing room or summat?"

Frosty opened his mouth to respond, but the second part caught him by surprise. Words failed him as James gave a knowing smirk. The cheetah's muzzle burned in embarrassment as he closed his mouth again and shook his head. Surge was equally caught off guard by the statement. He shot James a disapproving gaze, immediately suspecting that the raccoon may have had something to do with their earlier activities.

"Come on, let's go home," Surge said somewhat sternly.

"Sure thing. Just have to finish jotting some notes down real quick," James replied. The raccoon hummed softly as he made a quick note on the page he had open.

Test result: an astounding success. Pursue further research immediately.