A strange tale of sex and rabbits By SwampRat

‘So weak..’ The bat fluttered downward then back up again, but was steadily losing altitude.


What The? Damn.. ‘Something fell in the pool’ finally came into my sleep-dulled brain. The Pool?!? Grabbing a robe and jumping into my slippers, I went out to try and save whoever had fallen in.. And stood there staring at a rabbit. A 3-foot-Tall Rabbit. A 3-foot-Tall Female Rabbit?!? She didn’t have a stitch on. She was also soaked. I gently picked her up, feeing for a pulse. Sluggish but there.. I picked her up, trying not to stare. Damn hard, as she was well-built, especially for a bunny. Carefully cradling her to my chest, and soaking my robe in the process, I carried her into the house. Laying her down beside the fire, I went in and hung my robe up to dry. A noise made me rush back, heedless of my condition. She had coughed. And was now shivering. Her forehead was cold and damp. Stroking what I dared of her body Seemed to help a bit. Damn…

And I was too sleepy to do much more tonight. What the hell.. Getting a blanket and a pad from the closet, I rolled it out and put her on it. Then lay down next to her. She Immediately wrapped herself around me, pressing her cold body to mine. Nothing I could do about it now.. I tossed the blanket over us and gently stroking her back, fell into sleep myself.

I awoke to see the moon low in the sky, the clock chimed three, And my ‘guest’ was awake. She was lying beside me. Her eyes were green. Like twin emeralds they stared into mine.. I found I couldn’t look away.. A paw slid down and stroked my cock, which was hard and throbbing.

“Nice..” I blushed.

Her front canines gleamed in the light, longer than any I had ever seen before. She licked my cheek, rolling me over onto my back. Green eyes looked Through me, coming to rest on what her paws was softly stroking.

“Very nice.. Not too long, not too big. But Fat. Full of blood…”

The rabbit rubbed it against herself, shuddering, making me gasp. She leaned down, wrapping her membrane-shrouded arms around my sides.

“Take me..”

As I slid my erection into her, the rabbit arched, growling. Funny I hadn’t noticed the ‘wings’ before. She slid her cool tongue across a nipple, biting it none too gently, as I sank in to the hilt.

Cool… So very cool. It was almost like screwing a corpse. Then she looked up at me And all that mattered was mating with my mistress. She sank those wicked fangs into my shoulder.. And I didn’t even feel them. My entire being was focused on my loins. The mammal lapped at the trickle of blood coming from the wound, pressing my head to her breast. Her nipples were cold as her vagina, but very hard and I did my best to warm them.. Suddenly she arched up, Gasping like a fish out of water..

“Are you all right? Oh..”

She shuddered, and there was no doubt whatsoever she had hit nirvana.. And it was hitting back! The animal fell on top of me panting.. I stroked her back, believing that was enough for one night.. Hah! She nuzzled my chest, gently biting at my tits. Then was up and hunching over me again..

“Yes! Yes! Ahhhh, Yes!”

And then it was shudder, gasp moan, and flop on top of me again. After the fourth or fifth time, my nuts exploded and took my head with them..

I awoke to an aching shoulder and crotch. ‘Just a dream then..’ I took a shower, got dressed, and did some chores. The news said something about a break-in at a blood bank.

“Weirdo’s..” I muttered.

Tired, I napped most if the afternoon away, then about dusk, caught up on my work. ‘That report’s done..’

“Good Evening.”

And damn near spilled coffee all over it! ‘What?’

I turned.. And saw a tall nude female rabbit, with membranes between her arms, staring at me like I was a carrot patch.

“I.. Wish to thank you for last night.”

I thought she did a good enough job of That last night! Said as much.. She grinned, revealing long canines.

“Indeed. I Am Glad you enjoyed our tryst..”

I had to blush, and she sashayed over to sit in my lap.

“You have eaten? Good.. I wish no interruptions.”

A paw reached over and pulled the power cord to the computer. Did the same to the phone-line.

“Come..” Her green eyes bore through me. “Let us retire to the bedroom.”

I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to! Not that I wanted to.. It had been some months since my last steady lover, and I didn’t care for the bar-scene. She undid my shirt and tossed it, doing the same to my pants. Stepping out of them, and my underwear, I stood a moment as she requested.

The rabbit knelt. Caressed me into hardness.. Licked it with a long cool tongue.

So warm! This human warmed her almost as much as Blood. She could Feel the veins throbbing as she sucked it into her muzzle. One bite. Just one.. No. He was special. Kind, Generous.. She Might bite him in the throes of orgasm.. But Never deep, never enough to hurt him badly. Deeper. Down her throat went the head. Not having to breathe unless one Wanted to was sometimes a blessing.. To the Hilt and nuzzle the fur that smelled so wonderfully of Male. Clawed fingers gripped his nuts, as suction was applied.. Empty his hot cum down her gullet.. Then between her legs again. Make sure he gets off Hard. Rest, jet her body warm with his fluids. Then perhaps under the tail? On all fours so she can Feel his nuts slap her butt. It has been Decades since a male took her like a Beast.

Bobbed her head faster, squeezed the ‘eggs’ gently. Yes.. Moan for me. Enjoy our matings. It will be several years before I tire of you.. Pulled back as scalding hot cum gushed into her mouth. Swallowed it all, feeling it warm her stomach and surrounding area. Kept him hard with bites and kisses..

I felt the mattress in my back, My Mistress crawling over to press her cool nipples to my face. I sucked and bit on them as ordered, while she slipped my cock into her almost cold vagina. Fire and Ice.. I Burned her, She cooled me. Warmed as she bounced, arched over me, raking my chest.. Squeezing my cock so it blasted into her. Lay over me licking the rills of blood her claws made.

“Rest.. You need your strength..”

A thought came – “Mistress.. May I cum on your breasts some time?”

“You Like My tits?”

I Loved her tits.

“You enjoy My Nipples?”

I Loved her Nipples.

“You would Like to watch me tongue them? Lick your Sweet cum from them?”

She Squeezed me and I saw nothing but darkness as I filled her with my seed again.

She looked at her Lover. So – On my Tits is it? Mmmmmm – Maybe when you are on top you will pull out and splatter my belly. Rub you hot seed in my flesh.. Jerk off over my butt – Clean it with your Hot human tongue. Or anothers… Sisters shared males sometimes. They would have to be careful – He Was only a Human.

The female bent over and gnawed on his balls, teeth raking the skin.. Not hard enough to break it, Just to abuse it a little. Her internal clock said sunrise was not far off.. Damn.

“I want you to sleep now.. Get up and do your mundane tasks. Make sure you eat good. So when I return we can continue..”

“Yes Mistress.”

Grinned and kissed the Human.

“See you tonight.. Lover.”

Then she was gone. And he fell asleep.

‘What a vivid dream.. Maybe I can recapture it.’

The End

Sleeping with Mommy and Daddy by Horatio Husky

John crept into his parents room slowly, the young joey’s diaper crinkling softly as he neared their bed, picking mommy’s side to approach. “M-mommy?.. I-I had a bad dream, can I sleep with yous?”

  The young cub’s kitty mommy stirred and blinked sleepily “Huh? Oh, sure hunny, get between daddy and me, ok?”

  John let out a bit of a whimper and blushed in the dark “I-I wet mommy..”
  Britty just smiled and pinched the cubs cheek “That’s ok hunny, you have your padding on.”

 John let out a soft giggle and crawled into bed between his mommy and daddy, mommy scooted back and pressed her bottom against his soggy crotch and giggled a bit “My soggy boy..”

  A bit later Britty woke up to her cubby shaking her “Mommy?”
  “It’s ok hunny, just go in your padding, if you leak it’s ok” she mumbled sleepily.

  “N-no, mommy, it’s daddy, h-he’s holdin’ my tail and rubbing against me” John whimpered.

  Britty rolled over and felt John’s tail, sure enough daddy had a firm hold if it and, sliding her paw down, he was rubbing his foxhood against the cub’s padding. Britty giggled a bit as Vos let out a sleepy whimper wile she groped at his member “Looks like daddy thinks your sissy, and he needs to cums..”

  John whined softly and clung to Britty “M-mommy, what do I do?”
  Britty giggled a bit and pulled some lube out, squeezing some on a finger before slipping her paw in John’s padding and rubbing her little joey’s tailhole, making the cub whimper and cling tighter. “You gotta be a good boy and let daddy do what he needs to” with that she pulled her paw out of John’s padding and tugged it down, daddy instantly started grinding against the cub’s bare bottom.

  “I-i gotta?” John whimpered and tried to pull away, but daddy pulled him back firmly by his tail.

  “That’s right hunny, daddy’s not going to let go till he’s done. I’m here hunny, just relax” Britty gripped daddy’s foxhood and rubbed lube on it, eliciting whines from him.

  “B-but.. I dun wanna mommy..” John whined louder, trying to pull away still.
  Britty kissed her cubs nose “Shh hunny..” Britty pressed daddy’s tip against John’s tailhole and daddy began to try and hump. 

  John whimpered desperately and tried to squirm away, but mommy slowly let daddy hump into him. John yipped and clung to mommy as daddy’s tip pushed into him, then quickly sank deeper and deeper.

 John started to cry and struggled more “Nooo m-mommy, p-please?”
  Britty took her free paw, which she had buried in her panties and put the two fingers that she had slipped inside her cunny into the cub’s muzzle “Just suckle hunny.”

 John shook his head and cried a bit more before submitting and quickly suckling greedily, as daddy pushed deeper into him.

 “Good boy, just let daddy do what he needs to..” Britty coaxed
 John squirmed and struggled less as he suckled his mommy’s juices off her fingers. Vos moaned softy in his sleep as he quickly made the cub take it all.
  “There. Now that’s not too bad, is it?” Britty asked, taking the fingers from her cub’s muzzle and burying them back in her panties.

  John sniffed and buried his muzzle between her breasts mumbling “How long?” he asked in a soft whine.

  Britty murred and kissed the cubs head “He usually doesn’t take too long. Push back like a good boy, show daddy you want it.”

  John cried softly but began to press back against daddy’s thrusts.
  Britty pulled her night shirt up and offered the cub her breast and John began to suckle it “That’s mommy’s good boy” and shivered in pleasure, her panties getting soaked as she watched.

  John let go of the breast and whimpered again “D-daddy finish soon?” 
  “Yes, baby, just keep pushing back” she soothed and put her breast back in the cubs muzzle. If her little cub keeps pushing back like that soon enough daddy’s gonna bury his knot..

  John continues to suckle on his mommy’s breast and push back against daddy’s thrusts, crying softly and whimpering uncomfortably when suddenly he let out a loud yip and begin struggling again as daddy suddenly pulled the cub back hard by his tail and forced his knot inside “M-mommy, g-get it outtt” the cub whined painfully.

  Britty bit her lip and bucked against her paw letting out a soft whine as she came, knowing her husband just tied into their little boy “Shh, shh, hunny” she tried to sooth, still shivering from her orgasm “L-looks like daddy decided to tie you like a good girl” and offered her fingers to the cub again.

  John whined desperately and continued to try and pull away even though he knew from watching with mommy that when daddy ties the girl she can’t pull off “I-I dun wanna be a-a girl mommy..” the cub pleaded, shaking his head and trying to resist the sweet smell on mommy’s fingers.

  “Well that’s just to bad” Britty said matter-of-factually and forced the fingers into the cub’s muzzle “you’re gonna have to be a good girl for daddy now, but you can still be a good boy for mommy.” she said before rubbing the front of the cub’s soggy diaper.

  John squirmed and struggled less as he suckled mommy’s juice off her fingers and let out a confused whine of pleasure and discomfort as his roohood hardened in his padding.

  “That’s it baby, just suckle and think about what mommy’s doing ok?” Britty said as she moved her paw into the cub’s padding, beginning to stroke the roo’s wet member.

  John just nodded feebly and suckled. Knowing mommy’s touch on his roohood, John expected to be squirting in his used padding soon, but suddenly she stopped and pulled the paw from his padding. Suddenly John was reminded that his daddy was still humping into his tail, trying to get deeper still “D-dun stop mommy, p-please” he whined desperately.

  “It’s ok baby” Britty coos as she rolls over and presses back against the cub’s crotch “mommy’s gonna do something special for you since you’re being such a good girl for daddy” she said as she reaches back and pulls the cubs diaper down in the front also. Britty maneuvers John’s roohood between her legs and pulls her soaking panties to the side, lining up his tip with her entrance and presses back, quickly taking all of her son inside her “T-there hunny..”

  John let out a whimper of pleasure and clung to his mommy as she began to grind back against him, almost making the cub forget the feeling in his bottom “T-this feels nice m-mommy” the cub stammered.

  “Uh-huh” Britty giggled and moved a paw back to her clit “Now im’a go real slow, you just tell me when daddy cums ok? It’ll feel like his knot is throbbing in you.” she said as slowly began to grind back, making her cub slip in and out of her hot folds.
  The little cub groaned in pleasure, letting a soft whine out every so often as daddy gave a ruff buck. John kissed his mothers neck and panted softly as he began to hump up into her, eliciting whines of pleasure from daddy as he tugged on the knot “M-mommy, I-I think I’m gonna squirts..”

  Britty just shivered in pleasure and let the little joey take over “That’s a good boy, give it to mommy.”

  John bit down on his mother’s neck and let out a soft whimper of pleasure as he suddenly came, trying to pull his mother back and bury as deep as he could, when suddenly daddy bucked hard, causing the cub to cry out as his father began to cum also “Mommmmy, d-daddy’s fillin’ me..” the cub whined out in mixed pleasure and discomfort.

  That was enough to send Britty over. She let out a loud moan as she came hard, grinding back, milking her joey as she tightened around him and shuddered in pleasure “G-good boy” she managed to stammer in between pants.
  Daddy finally lets go of the cub’s tail and John holds Britty’s hips, keeping buried deep, enjoying the afterglow. “T-thank you mommy.”

  Britty giggled, content to stay with her cub inside her and nodded “Uh-huh, I think you should have late-night accidents more often.” she said and giggled “Is daddy filling your bottom full?”

  John nodded with a shy whimper “Feels funny, b-but not bad..” he added, wiggling a bit uncertainly.

  Britty wiggled back against the cub happily “You’ll get used to it. Just remember, you get to be mommy’s big boy, but if daddy needs it, you gotta be daddy’s good girl.”

  John let out a soft whimper, realizing he was going to have to start lifting tail for daddy “Y-yes mommy.” he said obediently.

  “That’s my good boy, now go ahead and sleep hunny, daddy should finish filling you soon.”

  John nodded and squeezed his mother “O-ok mommy.”

Bedtime for Big Kittens By Horatio Husky

It was yet another evening at the “care home” that J Baby dwelled in. He was half finishing some homework and half watching a competition show on the tv. He twirled the pencil around in his small purple paw. He didn’t like science homework at all. All the figures and vocabulary got jumbled up in his head. It was his weakest subject, but he was trying hard to keep his grades up. He knew that failing anything would mean not getting to go on the big trip to the amusement park at the end of the year. Not to mention the spankings he’d have to endure. He jotted down some guesses and then zipped his notebook away in his backpack. “All done with homework.” He exclaimed to nobody in particular as he snuggled onto the couch, getting eaten almost by the large cushions.

After about an hour the young kitten started to yawn and nod off. He tried to be discreet about it and thought no one had noticed until he opened his eyes and popped his head up to see Dunkin kneeling in front of him. “Looks like it’s time for bedtime for a certain kitten.”

J Baby shook his head and rubbed his eyes with balled up fists. “No, I’m fine. I’m awake, it was just the homework that tired my eyes is all.”

Dunkin smirked but wasn’t buying it. “Uh huh. Come on, lets get you in a bath and then tucked into bed.”

The purple kitten blushed hard and looked down at the floor. “I said I’m fine! I don’t need to go to bed. Besides, there’s no school tomorrow.” J Baby swished his tail and started to walk into the hallway. It wasn’t necessarily that he wasn’t tired; actually he did think bed sounded like a good idea. But! It was the principle of the thing. He was a big kid! Well, he was right? Do big kids refer to themselves as big kids? He wondered to himself as he turned around the corner out of view of the others in the other room. “Not fair” pouted the big kitten, who to be honest wasn’t really, he was rather small for his age.

Now, understandably, J Baby was upset at being told to go to bed, as he was old enough to decide when he should go to bed (or at least that’s what kittens his age think) but he was a big kid here. He thought it wasn’t right that he should be told to go to bed by a caregiver when the younger little kids could hear it. He didn’t like that even though he was older he was still treated like a toddler. Well, maybe not completely.

While the usually very sweet purple tuxedo kitten was folding his arms and sat cross legged in the floor, Dunkin shook his head still in the den. “I’m going to go take care of J Baby. You guys know that it’s only another hour and a half for the rest of you right?” The others in the den all nodded breathlessly. When you know one kid is gonna get it, you answer in total agreement. Everyone knows that. Especially when the person asking is Dunkin. Not that Dunkin was super scary or threatening really. And Dunkin wasn’t abusive at all. He was very kind and helpful and gentle, well, for an orc.

Dunkin was actually J Baby’s favorite caretaker here and the only one that he felt understood him. Dunkin had a soft spot for the purple kitten too. Dunkin knew what it was like to feel you don’t fit in. He was accommodating and understanding. But, he was still in charge and knew what was best for his charges. And grown ups do not like being sassed, orcs especially. And J Baby knew what was coming before he felt the heavy footsteps get closer and closer to him.

“You ready for a little talk?” Dunkin’s voice was calm but still firm. J Baby sniffed little, trying to play it off as he looked up at Dunkin Who had extended a hand to help the boy up. “Good.” J Baby thought he was going to walk him into the kitchen to talk, but to his surprise Dunkin effortlessly picked him up as if he weighed nothing and slung him over his shoulder. He watched the hallway got smaller and smaller as Dunkin carried him up the stairs.

“I’m sorry Sir. I know I shouldn’t have acted like that. I know it was wrong.” J baby was already sorry and dreading impending punishment.

“Good. That makes this a little easier then. You know that it is my duty to watch and take care of you.”

“Yes Sir.”

“And you know that means making sure you get enough sleep at the right times.”

“Yes Sir”

“And that little kittens don’t always know what is best for them, but need to trust those who care for them.”

“Yes Sir. But-“

“But?” Dunkin stopped and shifted J Baby off of his shoulder as they got to one of the changing rooms. “And what do you have to but about?”

J Baby already knew he shouldn’t have started this. “B-b-but, Sssir, I’m a b-b-big kitten.” J Baby Stammered out his explanation for the big orc staring down at him.

Dunkin smirked and shook his head. His tusks moved from side to side as he shut his eyes and let out a big sigh. “J Baby, are you still on that?”

J Baby was already fighting back tears. He had a feeling what was coming and knew there was no avoiding it. “I… I really want to be a big kitten. I should be. I’m old enough. I’m in big school… I should be! It’s not fair! I at least just want the other kids to think I’m a big kid!” With the last words he started to cry and Dunkin let down a big green hand to lift J Baby’s head up. With the other hand he rubbed the back of the little kitten’s head. “I’m sorry Dunkin. I didn’t want to be bad. I really didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Ssshhhh. It’s ok. I understand. It’s hard to look bad in front of the rest of the tribe, huh?”

“J Baby stopped crying for a second. That made sense. “Yeah…”

“You don’t want them to look down on you, because you want them to respect you. Maybe even look up to you someday. So when you’re embarrassed in front of them, it makes you feel nervous and afraid, and stuff, huh?”

J Baby took a deep breath and just nodded. How did Dunkin always know him so well.

“But you know that I understand right?”

“Uh huh. Y-yes Sir”

“It’s because I know that really, deep down, you’re really a little one. And I think you know that too don’t you, huh?”

J Baby nodded as he kicked off his shoes and settled down for Dunkin to start undressing him. He knew this lecture well. And he knew that he needed to hear it a lot sometimes.

“As long as you’re here, you’re a little one. For quite a few reasons. That’s one reason why you’re here. And I’m here to take care of you J Baby.” The orc’s big hands had started to remove the kitten’s socks and hoodie. He unbuttoned the school shirt and the kittens trousers, sliding them down to the floor and gathered the outfit in one hand and tossed them over his shoulder into the laundry hamper behind him. It was now that J Baby’s littleness was clear. The boy moved his small purple paws to try to cover his diaper.

“And what do we have here, J Baby?”

“M-my…my diaper.”

“You wear a diaper?”

“Yes Sir. I wear diapers.”

“Not underoos?” Dunkin grabbed a pair of superhero undies from the hamper and held them out for J Baby to see. They were there in front of the kitten’s face. Small underpants for a little boy, they still smelled of being recently worn, probably by one of the younger kids downstairs. “You don’t wear underoos like these?”

“No Sir. I wear diapers.”

“I thought big boys wore underoos like these. I thought little boys wore diapers.”

“Yes Sir. Diapers are for little boys.”

“Ah, I see. And do little boys who wear diapers also suck on pacifiers when they’re lonely or scared or need to be calmed down?”

“Yes Sir. They suck pacifiers. Like the one in my backpack.”

“Ah, I see. And do little boys sleep in bunk beds with other big boys?”

“No Sir. Little boys need to sleep in cribs, tucked in tight by their caregivers.”

“Ah, I see. That sounds right. So, where do you sleep J Baby?”

“I sleep in a crib Sir.”

“Ah, I see. So then by all accounts, what would that make you, huh?”

“A Little boy, Sir.”

“Ah, that sounds right. That sounds just right.” With that Dunkin untapped the moist diaper in one quick motion and threw it into a diaper pail like he was tossing a basketball. Now J Baby stood there, totally naked and vulnerable, talked out of his “too big for his britches” mood. He looked up at the huge hulking figure in front of him. To his relief, Dunkin did not appear upset. It was probably asking too much for there to be no spanking however.

Dunkin picked J Baby up and carried him to a padded bench where the other cubs sat while tying their shoes when they got dressed. He was glad that Dunkin shut the door. At least now he would be spared the embarrassment of a cub walking in and seeing him getting a bare bottom spanking. Dunkin turned J Baby over his lap in one smooth motion. The kitten started breathing shallowly, knowing this was going to smart. The orc’s right hand easily covered J Baby’s entire rear end. Dunkin rubbed the little bottom.

“Now, young one, you know why you need this spanking, huh?”

“Yes Sir. It’s because I forgot my place and acted poorly.”

“That’s right. It is to remind and correct you. Not because you are bad, but because you made bad actions.”

“Yes Sir. I’m ready.” At that Dunkin lifted his large hand and brought it down with a loud SMACK. The force of it made J Baby lose his breath. But it would continue.


By this point any hold out of “big boy-ness” was gone. J Baby was openly sobbing out of breath. Tears ran all down his face which was a mess. His fur was matted with sweat and tears. And suddenly- Dunkin lifted him up to wrap the kitten in a big hug. J Baby wrapped his arms around his orc caregiver and buried his face in his neck as he slowly caught his breath and was able to stop crying. He didn’t care anymore if the younger cubs might have heard. Dunkin rubbed the cub’s back and shushed him. Once he had calmed down J Baby gave Dunkin one more tight squeeze and whispered “Thank you.”

Dunkin smiled at the cub and picked him up again, this time carrying him the short distance to the bathroom and dropped him gently into a big bathtub. He turned on the faucet and warm water started to fill up. Dunkin lathered up a washcloth and began to bathe the young kitten. Even though engaged in this very babyish moment, J Baby felt better, back to normal. They chatted about a lot of things, mostly school and friends, music and tv, what they wanted to do over the weekend. Dunkin smiled and listened as a happy J Baby talked about the things that interested him and shared his thought and advise too. It was a nice special time for them to bond. The big orc hands could clean a cub easily and quickly. They paid special attention to the special areas, what some boys may incorrectly think of as their privates.

J Baby blushed, but coyishly bit his lower lip. Dunkin’s hands covered his small boyhood easily. It was smaller than Dunkin’s pinky. But even though it was in water, it was starting to harden. “Oh…”

“What have we here, huh?”

“Please don’t make fun, Sir.”

“Nothing to make fun of little one.”


“Yes, you’ve got one of those. But this is a weewee.”

“Yes, I know that. But it’s… small. I’m small down there.” J Baby looked down past the white fur on his tummy to Dunkin’s hand that was lifting up his boyhood for one last “scrubbin”.

“J Baby, You’re a little boy. Little boys have little wee wees. That’s all there is too it. It fits nicely in your diapers and it’s very cute. And it’s yours so it’s very special. Got it?”

J Baby nodded his blushing head.

“Got it!?!” Dunkin said it louder as he started rubbing J Baby’s wee wee a different way.

“Oh, yes Sir.” J Baby was really enjoying this. It felt good to rub himself down there, but even better with someone. He felt Dunkin’s other hand toward’s his backside and one of the orc’s big fingers circle and press at his tailhole. “Oh! Oh yeah.”

“Ha! Easy kitten. You’re not ready for that yet.” Much as Dunkin may have wanted to, he knew the lad wasn’t ready for a normal sized finger, much less a big orc one. And he would never do anything til the cub was ready for it. Still, he could touch it a little and enjoy the look of the cub’s face as he enjoyed it.

Dunkin lifted J Baby out of the tub and pulled a soft warm blue towel around him. J Baby giggled as Dunkin dried him off briskly but thoroughly. J Baby got on a step stool and brushed his teeth over the sink as Dunkin brushed his fur out for him. Then the orc took J Baby’s paw in his hand as he walked the little cub to his room. J Baby didn’t even care that he was walking the hall naked with his little weenie on display and being led to one of the nurseries.

Dunkin opened the door, flicked on the light and lifted J Baby onto a changing table, taking time to fly him around the room like a superhero first. Then he blew a big raspberry on the cubs tummy, which feels even sillier with big orc tusks. The big intimidating orc gently applying powder and lotion to a ten year old kitten may have looked strange to most people, but it felt very familiar and right to the two of them. Actually, to anyone at the center. The nighttime diaper was about to be lifted up when J baby pleaded with his green eyes looking up at Dunkin. “What is it little one?”

“Please, Sir, can I?”

“Can you what kitten?”

“Can I rub it a little more? Please?”

Dunkin smiled. Boys were all the same weren’t they? “Hmm. I don’t know.” Dunkin loved to tease them.

“Please Sir? I’ll be extra extra good!”

“Well… Ok. Go ahead kiddo.” With that J Baby smiled and reached his paw down to his little weenie  and rubbed it. It wasn’t big but it was hard and he rubbed and bucked and Dunkin whispered encouragement “That’s it boy. Come on, that’s it. Almost there? Feeling good? Yeah, atta boy.”

Soon a pleasant little orgasm rocked the kitten as he purred out loudly.

Dunkin chuckled “Ha. Atta boy. There ya go. Feel much better now, huh?”

“Yes Sir. Thank you.” J Baby blushed as Dunkin cleaned and taped up his diaper. The big orc lifted him off the table and zipped him into a pair of rainbow footed sleepers. His fleecy pajamas felt warm and he climbed into his cot to give his stuffed dragon a big hug. Dunkin handed him a bottle of strawberry milk to drink and raised the side of the crib. The hulking orc then took a seat in a rocking chair and picked up the book on the table next to it. The lights dimmed to only the glowing stars on the ceiling and a small reading lamp where Dunkin continued from the big adventure book he and J Baby were working on together.

“Chapter 14. The young warlock was frightened at this sudden turn of events. How would he ever escape this tower? He looked around for some kind of door, a secret panel, something!…”

Dunkin got through two chapters, but J Baby was clearly ready to get to dreamland. He bookmarked their progress and bent over the crib railing to give J Baby a goodnight kiss.

“Thank you Dunkin. Ni-ni.”

“Ni-ni J Baby. Sleep well, my big kitten.”

A Messy Situation By Horatio Husky

Angello’s heart pounded as he looked down, almost in slow motion, at the red solo cup he had just drunk from. The sounds of the party seemed to fade away as the sound of the ocean filled his ears. The room spun, he remembered losing his balance, and then nothing. He came to slowly, blearily opening his eyes to see wooden bars above him. “That’s odd.” the fox thought to himself, “I don’t remember installing those above my bed.” He shifted, and realized that he couldn’t move his arms. The fox twisted his head up and squinted, his vision still a little blurry, and realized that his hands were strapped into the corners of the bed he was lying on. He tugged a little at the restraints to no avail. “What’s going on here?” he thought to himself, as he looked around him. His eyes zeroed on what was wrapped around his thighs. His eyes grew wide as he realized that he was in a thick diaper, and to his surprise and mild horror that it was slightly damp.

His heart began to pound as things were beginning to click into place. Somebody must have spiked his drink, somebody must have kidnapped him, somebody must have placed him in what now he realized was a crib with a top over and most importantly somebody had put him in a diaper! As his vision finally snapped into focus, he also noticed that in the corner of the room a CCTV camera had its watchful eye trained on him, he squinted at it, and was about to say something when the door at the other end of the room opened. Padding on soft legs, and being followed by a large, striped tail, an anthropomorphic skunk glided into the room humming cheerfully. The skunk deposited something that he was carrying in a high chair below the camera which Angelo hadn’t spotted yet and turned around to face him. “Good morning sleepy head!” the skunk chimed, as he padded over and began to unlock the crib. “You must be pretty hungry after such a long sleep!” The fox was about to protest at being forcibly kidnapped when the skunk shoved a pacifier into the fox’s open maw and swiftly buckled it in place at the back of his head. “Oh we’re not ready for big boy words quite yet!” he said, as he unstrapped his arms from the restraints and hoisted the poor, teal fox onto his hip.

Still rather woozy from whatever the skunk had put in his drink, the fox’s head whirled as the skunk strode over to a rather sizable highchair and deposited him in it. Before the fox could properly react the skunk had strapped his ankles and wrists to the highchair and slide in the tray, completely preventing the fox from leaving his predicament. “Now let’s put that diaper to use! Shall we?” the skunk stated, as he unscrewed the lid which Angelo could barely make out labeled as, “Baked Beans.” The fox’s stomach growled and he began to salivate. Although he was quite upset at the situation he was forcibly placed into he was quite famished and was beginning to drool a little as the skunk placed a bib on his chest, undid the pacifier gag, and picked out a spoonful out of the jar of beans. “Here comes to the choo-choo train!” the skunk exclaimed with glee, as he used his free hand to pinch the fox’s nose and pushed the unwilling fox’s maw open and inserted the beans.

The skunk continued to shovel beans into Angelo’s foxes mouth barely giving him enough time to swallow before the next addition of beans was delivered to the still ravenous fox. After a few minutes, the fox had finished the jar and was beginning to get thirsty. The skunk, almost as if he had read the fox’s mind, produced a large bottle of what Angelo realized was warm milk. Putting the bottle into the foxes mouth, he held it there as the fox gulped mouthful after mouthful of warm, honey-sweetened milk. Just as he thought his stomach was going to burst the bottle ran dry and the skunk removed it from Angelo’s lips. Smiling, the skunk popped the pacifier gag back into the fox’s mouth, rebuckled it, and stood back placing his hands on his hips to admire his handiwork. The fox stared at him, panting through the gag and feeling bloated after the large amount of food he had consumed.

Soon the bloated feeling turned into cramps, and Angelo realized that his tush was beginning to signal that it was going to let loose. Fox fought and strained against the restraints but to no avail. The cramps worsened and the skunk only watched on coily as the fox struggled to keep his bowels in check. The fox let out a large burst of gas and his face flushed with red, thoroughly embarrassed. “The milk must have been spiked as well!” was the last thought that ran through the fox’s mind before the seat of his waiting diaper began to violently fill with his mess. His behind pulsed as his bowels relinquished his previous day’s food into his waiting diaper. He sweated and panted as everything came out, creating a mess in his diaper. He wet during the process as well, and realized that he had just thoroughly used his diaper like an infant in front of the skunk, and he had almost no control of it.

Grinning, the skunk undid the straps on the highchair and lifted the poor, slightly smelly fox out of the highchair. With strong hands the skunk took him over to a changing table and once again incapacitated the fox by strapping him in. Angelo whined, feeling uncomfortable and scared at being handled so easily by the skunk. Placing a hand on the fox’s messy behind the skunk began rubbing the fox’s hot mess around. Pressing it against him, a constant reminder of the infantile state that he was in. Angelo felt utterly helpless as the skunk began to coo and speak in baby-talk to the fox as he rubbed the mess in his diaper, the fox blushed and ducked his head away from the skunk, utterly humiliated by him. Slow and definitively the skunk began to change his diaper, cleaning up his mess and taking great care to oil the fox up and cover him with baby powder. The fox shivered a little bit, as he was wiped up and cleaned. Rediapering him, the skunk undid the restraints once again and lifted the fox backup to his hip. “Time to meet the others!” he sang as they strode out of the room.”

As they walked through the house Angelo heard voices, and turning a corner into a room was surprised to see three other figures in what seemed to be a child’s playroom. A pink dragoness dressed in a onesie wearing a large diaper and gnawing on a teething ring, a fox dressed in a frilly lace dress that did a poor job of covering the thick padding that he was also wrapped in, and a rabbit who was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, but still had the obvious bulge of a diaper with its plastic peeking through the top of his shorts all sat in around in the playroom. “Kids, say hello to your new brother! Angelo!” The three turned from what they were doing to stare at the teal fox, who felt extremely self-conscious. The skunk pointed to each individual stating their names, “The little baby dragoness over there is named Jezebel, the pretty princess fox is named Penelope, and Mr. Big-Boy himself is named Harold.” The rabbit, who the skunk referred to as ‘Mr. Big-Boy’ crossed his arms and smirked at Angelo, revealing his large front teeth as he did so. The dragoness had by this point lost interest and had returned to gnawing enthusiastically on the teething ring. Only the fox, named Penelope, seemed to be showing any signs of friendliness towards Angelo. The skunk set the teal fox down on the ground, stated in a sing-song tune, “Play nice,” and swiftly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Now that the skunk had departed, the three adult babies turned around and peered at the fox, who began to feel even more self-conscious than he had previously. Standing up, the rabbit strode over to the fox and towered over him, his arms cross, with the top plastic frills of his diaper just peeking over his shorts. “Looks like I’ve got a new younger brother!” he proclaimed, his voice overly sweet as his grinned at Angelo, like a shark does at a minnow its about to swallow. The fox splayed his ears back and found himself unable to control a slight whimper coming from his maw. The fox that the skunk had dubbed as Penelope also stood up and walked over, he smiled at Angelo before turning with an irritated expression to Harold and poked him in the cheek, much to Harold’s annoyance. “Don’t be mean to him just because he’s new! Just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you have to be so bossy.” The rabbit in reply just stuck his pink tongue out at Penelope, before turning and walking over to a plastic kiddie table and grabbing something out from it. By this time Jezebel, the youngest of the three, had crawled over to see what was about to occur. The rabbit turned around and strode back holding in his arms a large baby bottle and various babyish restraints. He instructed the others to grab Angelo’s arms, which they did so obediently with surprising ability.

Angelo struggled but to no use, the rabbit placed mittens over his paws, booties over his foot paws, and threw a onesie over his head. Jezebel and Penelope turned him over as the rabbit fastened the bottom of the onesie with a click, which Angelo realized must have meant that the onesie couldn’t be taken off without access to a lock. He squirmed but no longer struggled as much as he did previously, untying the pacifier gag from him Harold promptly inserted the nipple of the bottle into the unwilling maw of Angelo who, once again, was forced to drink from a baby bottle until his stomach began to ache with how bloated he felt. At last he finished his second bottle of the day, and before he could even whimper was once again gagged by Harold. The three picked the poor fox up, and hoisted him over to an enormous play pen in the corner of the room where they began to strap him into restraints, each leading to a corner of the playpen splaying his limbs out in all directions. They all looked down on him, unable to move and soon, he knew, unable to control his bladder and bowels.

Harold reached down with a paw and began to rub the front of the fox’s diaper, his cotton tail twitching with glee as he did so. Angelo moaned with embarrassment and, to his surprise, a degree of pleasure as the rabbit pushed the thick padding around his diaper area. Before he knew it Angelo began to feel cramps in his midsection, and he grimaced as the discomfort shot through him, Penelope giggled, and Jezebel out right laughed with glee as Angelo let out a fart, muffled by his thick padding. Angelo tried his best, but once again whatever was in the bottle he had just been forced to drink did its work, and he began to heavily wet and mess his diaper. Harold cooed and spoke baby talk to Angelo, mockingly consoling him for being unable to hold it. Giving his diaper once last rub, the three adult babies gathered themselves up, and left the playpen. Jezebel shut the gate behind her, and waved bye-bye to Angelo, who was left strapped with his dirty diaper and his own thoughts in the play pen. Angelo’s cramps began to subside, and he panted through the pacifier gag. He felt utterly exhausted. Faintly pulling at the restraintings grasping his limbs, he found that his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, and before he knew it the fox had fallen fast asleep, like a little baby in his soiled diapers.

What Can You Do When Voodoo? By Horatio Husky

Part I: The Spellbook

Kazard Skies was feeling skeptical.  He thought he had ordered a book about the mythologies of West African superstition, but what he had just taken out of the package looked more like an actual spell book than a textbook.  

The grey fox ran a paw through his straw colored hair, his sky blue eyes inspecting the ragged book from top to bottom.  Covered in what looked like a black, leathery material, the item in question had several strange runes written in silver on the front, with no other distinguishing details other than looking as if it were several hundreds of years old.  

Readjusting his pink stained glasses he fiddled with the bell attached to his collar as he gingerly set the book down on his kitchen table, not wanting to have it suffer any damage due to his carelessness, settling down to peruse through the book in peace.

    Kaz lived in a humble little house in the middle of suburbia, having recently found great success in his industrial electrical gig and received a generous increase in pay with his promotion, his new found income found him his ideal lifestyle.  A cute home with plenty of space for a single pringle such as himself. Lots of privacy and room to be able to do his favorite activity after work, absolutely nothing.

Recently his favorite nothing had been delving into reading books and watching documentaries about mythology and ancient cultures.  Kaz loved nothing better than to recline on his overstuffed cushions and let his imagination wonder as he learned about ancient gods, brave heroes, despicable monsters, and beautiful relics and artifacts found all across the world.

    His curiosity had lead him even to make his first literary purchase, a step up from his usual love of laziness and blasé.  However his minimal efforts seemed to have rewarded him with a frustration, for he was confused at what he saw, when after sitting down at the table he gingerly opened the front cover of the book and was met with more strange runes.  He frowned, his tail swishing behind him.

Reaching into the pocket of his pants he retrieved his smartphone, and tapped through it impatiently.  Opening a translator app, he opened the camera on the program and held his phone over the first page of the strange tome.  The app buffered for a minute, during which Kaz was beginning to consider whether he should ship the book back along with a rather nasty letter of complaint.  

    At last the buffering ceased, and on the screen which displayed the first page of the book the letters shifted, turning from the strange cryptic alphabet into a more familiar one.  Frowning, Kaz read outloud.

    “Althwin durok fes, nok diss benit est.  Tendory nil, ethel still, met durok fes nok drill.”

    He blinked, trying to attach the tongue to something, anything familiar that he had heard before.  Is this just some sort of gibberish?  It looks really old, so maybe it’s worth something.  Maybe they were doing a shipment from a museum and misshipped it to my house?  If so, maybe I could get some cash out of this!

    His curiosity now peaked and his previous dissatisfaction forgotten, Kaz was so interested in carefully turning the pages of the rune covered book that he hadn’t noticed that upon finishing his butchered pronunciation of the words in the book, the bright, cheery sunshine outside of his window had promptly vanished to be replaced with the darkness of night.  

His ears now perked up at maximum attention, his pawing through the book revealed several interesting images that accompanied the strange runic script.  Pictures of various furs wearing flowing robes with glowing eyes and various glowing symbols above their head, their hands and finger contorted into various elegant gestures.  

Kaz was particularly awed by an image of a slender, lavender furred fox, who had her arms outstretched to the side, her palms turned upwards above which floated several blue colored symbols.  Her eyes were glowing blue like in the other images in this book, except, he realized, he could actually make out her pupils and see a hint of emotion on her face. An emotion, of confident smugness, an expression that seemed to be telling Kaz,

“I know you didn’t just do what you know you’re not supposed to do, you wouldn’t want to do something that would disappoint me, would you?”

Kaz blinked, his imagination must have been hard at work for it was almost as if he had heard the female’s voice speaking in his own mind. Impossible, he thought, it’s just an image in an old book of superstition, she couldn’t have actually spoken to me.  

Still he felt uneasy, as he looked down at the runes written beneath the image of the alluring fox.  Brandishing his phone, he once again held it above the textbook and waited for it to translate the strange tongue.  He frowned, and spoke aloud the words displayed on his phone slowly but deliberately.

“Dether fen, excalibren nust enren, met tether et fenmin liko shren.”

A lot of ‘en’s’ in that one, he thought to himself, before with a poofing noise the kitchen suddenly was enveloped in purple fog.  

“HOLY HELL!”  he exclaimed, stumbling back for the table and out of his seat, waving his arms around to try and clear the gas.  He gasped, his head feeling light headed. Realizing he might suffocate, he tried holding his breath and exiting the room, but found only walls with his outspread arms.  


Kaz whirled around as his vision blurred, his shock at the whole situation brought him to his knees, and above him to his absolute astonishment stood the lavender fox from the ancient text, the smoke billowing around her as if to further extenuate the grandness and mystique of her entrance.

She wore a white robe which clung close to her body, allowing her greater flexibility than the rather stereotypical wizard’s cloak and garb she had adorning her body in the book’s portrait of her.  Her expression, however, was identical to the one he had seen drawn, and her presence seemed even more commanding than when he had imagined her speaking to him in his head.

Was I actually imagining that?  Kaz swayed, his held breath causing his lungs to scream in pain, wishing to release their pent up air.  His eyes fluttered, and the last thing he remembered before blacking out was the fox bending forward, his smug expression turning into an even more smug grin.  His vision blacked, and his thoughts vanished as he fell into unconsciousness.

Part II: The Goddess

    Kaz’s head ached, and he groaned into his pillow beneath his face.  Did I drink last night? I must have really overdone it because I can’t remember any-… Hold on…  He cringed, his eyes hurting along with his brain as he slowly opened his eyes.  

He was laying on his stomach, and in front of him he saw several white, vertical bars as well as various babyish prints themed in blue and white on the wall behind the bars.  Pictures of little furs wearing diapers and playing in the clouds adorned the wall in front of him. His vision still blurry he blinked several times, very unsure of what he was seeing.  

Gingerly he turned his head and moved to push himself off of his stomach, he felt even more confused and a little panicky as he felt several pressures on his body he had not been expecting.  Slumping back down onto his pillow he brought his paws up to his face, and frowned as he looked at them. His paws were balled up into what looked like rounded mittens, preventing him completely from being able to use his paws for anything other than just pawing at stuff around him.  

His senses telling him something was definitely amiss, he tried pushing himself onto his back but found yet another confusing presence, this time wrapped around his waist.  A faint crinkle came from his pants whenever he shifted. He looked down at what was causing the noise and his jaw dropped open.

Wrapped quite comfortably around his waist was the unmistakable shape of a diaper, snuggly taped and providing a good amount of resistance to any attempts at drawing his legs completely together.

What on earth is happening here? Why am I in a diaper?! Kaz thought panickedly to himself, as he blinked once more straining his vision to see properly.  As things began to fall back into focus what he saw did everything but alleviate his growing anxiety.  

By his judgement he was placed in a crib designed to be just large enough to comfortably contain him, a pillow guard was erected up to a foot and a half around him and his bedding crinkled as well as he moved, telling him that he was probably placed on top of a plastic sheet.  

There was nothing else in his crib besides the large, white pillow which he had been quite comfortably resting his pounding head on just a minute prior.

His vision sharpening further, he raised himself on his padded behind, his heart pounding as he surveyed the scene around his crib.  A large, brown cabinet, the biggest changing table he’d ever seen, what Kaz guessed was a diaper pail, a cushioned rocking chair, toy chest, and pink fluffy carpet surrounded him.  The crib seemed to be the centerpiece of the rather large room, as if he were center stage.

Kaz felt rather exposed and vulnerable, placed in his padded prison.  He looked above himself and saw the bars reached up several feet higher than he was tall, the entire room made him feel as if he had shrunk down several sizes.  

What on earth is evening happening right now?  Am I dreaming? Was I kidnapped? Was this a drunk prank or dare?  Who even makes this kind of stuff? Is all of this custom built? This has to be a prank…

His thoughts were interrupted as a door seemed to almost materialize out of nowhere out of the wall next to the large cabinet.  His memory came flooding back as the lavender vixen that had appeared in the cloud of purple smoke padded in gracefully, the white robe flowing around her as if from an invisible wind, giving her presence in the room an eerie sense of power and control.

Her softly glowing blue eyes brightened as she smiled coolly at the fox, standing at least a foot or two taller than he.  His cheeks reddened, realizing the rather embarrassing spectacle he was in. A hint of indignation rose up in his voice as she spoke aloud.

“Who are you and what am?MMPF!”

Without warning he was cut off by something entering his mouth, Kaz felt something wrap around his cheeks and become fastened behind his head.  He reached up with a mittened paw and felt around his maw, his eyes crossed to try and look at what had so rudely just interrupted his question.  

    Experimentally he sucked on the object, and found that he felt a plastic bulb in the unmistakable shape of a pacifier.

    His ears drooped and he inadvertently let out a whimper, how did that even happen, I didn’t see it coming at all! And… hold on, who put this in my mouth if this strange fox lady is on the other side of the bars?

    The vixen spoke, a voice as smooth as running water, and this time to Kaz’s surprise he somehow understood what she was saying, even though she still spoke in her strange tongue.  

    “Only little babies try and speak in other languages other than the true tongue, and even then little babies don’t talk.  Now then, little one, lets see if you used your diapers while you took your nap.”

    She raised her paw, and Kaz saw strange glowing runes appear above it, just as he had seen in the book.  

    Before he could further wonder as to how on earth he understood the strange words that had come out of the fox’s mouth, the bars on the side of the crib closest to her shuddered, and then began to sink down slowly, lowering themselves smoothly while giving off a bluer hue than before.  

    Kaz backed off onto the other side of the crib, his heart pounding.  What on earth am I seeing?!  Is this… magic? MAGIC IS REAL!?

    His thoughts screamed inside of him and he was only able to let out another cowardly whimper into his pacifier as the lavender foxed leaned towards him and moved her hand towards his diaper.  

    Instinctively he moved to stop her, but she only tsked and brushed his mittened paws away, he shuddered a little bit, both fearful and confused as to what this impressive figure was capable of.

    Gently she slipped a finger into the lining of his diaper and slid down, checking for dampness, causing Kaz to feel oddly infantile and vulnerable as she inspected the state of her padding.  Having satisfied that quiry, she moved her hand to the bottom of his diaper and gently squeezed and pushed the padding against him.

    “My my, looks like little kit wasn’t able to use his diapers like a good boy.  I think we might have to do a little something about that, don’t we?”

    Kaz shivered, he felt completely helpless in the presence of this strange fox.  He wanted to fight but found that he couldn’t help the strange attraction that he felt towards her, as if anything and everything she wanted was something that he must obey and do.

    His vulnerability returned as her words registered in his head, his face reddened again and he shook his head, ears pinned against his head and said a muffled, “Mow…” into his pacifier.

    The fox raised an eyebrow and his stomach sank, he had refused what she said, and obviously she was capable and more things than just stuffing a pacifier gag into his mouth and lowering the bars on his crib.  Oh gosh, what is she going to do to me?

    “Talking back are we?  My my, looks like we’ve got a bit of a naughty baby on our hands.  Nobody wants a naughty baby now, do they?”

    Leaning forward, the fox placed her hands underneath Kaz’s armpits and he found himself being hoisted onto the vixen’s hip with an apparently effortless movement.  Instinctively he clung to her as best he good with his mittened paws. He could almost feel the raw energy and power almost emanating from the goddess. He wanted to fight and refuse, this was unacceptable!  He tried pulling away from the goddess but she firmly held him in place.

    Hmf! I can’t move! I want to fight this lady but I can’t!  Hopefully my head won’t be ringing this loudly soon or I won’t be able to concentrate on escaping… God it still hurts to think… he thought glibly to himself, the world still difficult to focus on as he used her to steady himself.

    His internal turmoil accompanied him, as the goddess carried them out of the nursery.

Part III: Sweet Nectar

    The house that the strange fox walked through was nothing like the one Kaz lived in.  Spacious with walls of almost glowing pure white, the entire setting made Kaz feel as small as a child, and even as awed as a little kid as he could not help but admire how clean and warm the residence felt.

    The vixen walked through a doorway on their right, and Kaz saw that a large high chair had been placed next to a kitchen table and chairs.  The rest of the room was designed like one of those cooking show kitchens where every countertop and appliance was sparkling and immaculate looking.  

    Before he had time to properly inspect the set up, the fox had strode over to the high chair and slid the tray table out and was moved Kaz towards it to deposit him in the child’s seat.  

    “MOW!” he yelled into his gag, beginning to thrash and struggle against the fox’s attempts at depositing his padded heiny into the waiting high chair.

    “Now now sweetie, little babies have to sit safely in their high chair so they’re mommies can feed them properly!  You wouldn’t want to go hungry now, would you?”

    “Wetme gow woo bwazn bitch!”  the last word he uttered came across quite clearly, even through the pacifier gag.

    Without hesitation the fox practically slammed the fox into the high chair.  Before he could recover from being so forcefully thrust into the seat the fox had grabbed each of his wrists and placed them onto the arms of the chair.  As if out of nowhere cuffs appeared, binding his wrists down onto the chair, preventing him from moving them from place.

    She did the same with his legs, which were quickly bound to the foot rest of the high chair.  Straps like snakes wrapped around Kaz’s torso, aligning themselves into a five-point harness which held him secure in his seat.

    He strained and struggled, pulling against his bondage but to no avail.

    The vixen slowly lowered herself down to face level with the fox, her bemused expression gone and her eyes glowing dangerously.

    “If you ever call your mommy that word ever again I will make sure that your behind will be so sore after I spank it that you won’t be able to sit in a high chair for a week and will have to be strapped in a crib during feeding instead!”

    Kaz gulped, but stared back at her, fuming through the pacifier.  Who did she think she was? Sure she could conjure up some impressive stunts with smoke and mirrors, but he was an adult manfur who was good at his job and had worked hard to ensure that his life was a comfortable one!

How dare she do this to me!?  Kaz was furious with this woman, not only had she dressed him up in an utterly humiliating manner but she was even talking to him like he was just a naughty kit!

Seemingly satisfied with her threat, the fox rose to her full height gracefully and diverted her attention to various jars placed on one of the kitchen counters which Kaz had overlooked previously.

The jars of strangely colored baby food sat, labeled with horrendous titles such as “Eye of Newt” and “Nektasha’s Nectar”   

Those there… She doesn’t expect me to… That’s disgusting… Kaz was miserably realizing that this fox may, in fact, punish him for his earlier struggles by giving him some of the more repulsive looking jars of mush.

Grabbing the glass containers along with a plastic kiddie spoon the fox turned around, her smile once again returning.

Holding a jar in each hand, the vixen spoke.

“One jar contains a taste like no other, the other one that your tongue will bother.  Do you choose to be my good little baby? Or will you continue to behave, as you have lately?

Kaz blinked, taken a little aback by her rhyming.  He really, really didn’t want to have to eat whatever was in the jar labeled ‘Eye of Newt,’ but at the same type his ego was at stake.  He wasn’t just going to let her treat him so pathetically.

He shook his head, frowning at her and baring his teeth through the pacifier.

She shrugged at him, set down the jar labeled “Nektasha’s Nectar” back on the counter and approached him with the ‘Eye of Newt’ containing jar and spoon.

She snapped one of her fingers, and the pacifier gag dropped from his mouth.

He strained against his bondage, trying his best to get away from the vixen.  She slid the tray back onto the chair, which covered his bound arms, further preventing him from being able to defend himself or escape.

“If you don’t eat this like a good baby, I’m going to give you a bottle of vinegar instead of milk after this and you won’t leave this high chair until you’ve drunk it all, now open up.”

    Kazard whimpered a little, but didn’t open his mouth. The sorceress snapped her fingers once more, and Kaz’s nostrils drew shut.  

    Shocked, instinctively he opened his mouth to breath as his nostrils were no longer able to do so, and was rewarded with a large spoonful of the black goop contained in the oversized baby food jar.  

It tasted like, bitter, black licorice, and Kaz almost immediately spit it out at the sorceress.  Black splatterings of eye of newt and Kaz’s spit now stained the sorceress’s no longer pristine garb.  Kaz laughed and stuck his tongue out at her, happy at his small act of revenge and sure that he was going to get a rise out of her now.

The fox’s face remained a controlled, blank expression as in her hands a damp washcloth appeared, and she gently dabbed at the stains on her dress.

Without warning the tray table of the high chair fell off, and all of the bonds holding Kaz in the chair unraveled and released him.  

Instead of sliding off of the chair however his looked down and found the outline of his body was glowing a soft blue color, and then he experienced the strangest sensation he had ever felt.

Slowly Kaz was lifted into the air and he felt completely weightless.  He tried moving, tried struggling but found that he was floating in the air completely unable to move from his position in space.

Having satisfied her cloth dabbing, the sorceress’s now cold eyes looked into Kaz’s, causing his ears to splay back against his head.  He had done it now.

“I don’t think my little baby understands the situation that he is in yet, maybe he needs to be reminded of who is in charge of taking care of him, seeing how he’s just a helpless little baby comletely incapable of doing or controlling anything.”

Those last words stung as Kaz whimpered, unable to even form a reply.  Without warning he began to float out of the room, the fox following behind him at a brisk walk.

Down the hallway Kaz was not able to see where he was going for his back was turned in the direction he moved in, he could only see the stern, disapproving gaze of the fox accompanying him through the house, furthering his growing dread.

They rounded a corner and entered a dimly lit room.  Kaz floated over to what he realized with fear was a plastic and steel stocks.  Unable to control his own body his head and hands were deposited in the stocks, and a metallic clink was heard as a bar slid over his head and locked him in placed.     

His feeling of weightlessness stopped and he was once again deposited on his feet; Kaz found that his knees were shaking.  

The fox slowly padded into vision in front of him, tsk-tsking as she looked him over.

“What oh what are we going to do with you, little Kaz.  You can’t treat those who are superior to you with such disrespect you know, I’ll have to put you in your place and teach you where you stand, that is, not anywhere.”

Kaz strained against the stocks, trying desperately to pull himself out.  A thick collar materialized out of nowhere in front of him, and moved towards him.  The words “Baby Boy” were written in large lettering, and it floated over and clipped itself tightly but not uncomfortably around Kaz’s neck, preventing any attempts at pulling his head out of the stocks.

“I think it’s time that you put your pants to use as part of your punishment, little one.  Let me give you a little help with that.”

The pacifier gag appeared in front of him once more in a poof purple smoke, except now a tube attached to a bottle of what looked like milk was bound to the opposite end of the bulb.  The pacifier promptly re inserted itself into his maw and strapped itself around his head once more.

From behind him, the top of his furry bottom suddenly felt a rush of cool air, and then to his horror he felt something roughly insert itself into his rear.

“I think clearing your insides out while you get something yummy in your tum should do the trick, out with the old and in with the new as they say!”

Kaz groaned as liquid began trickling into his mouth from the pacifier and into his behind from the enema, he could do nothing but squirm and accept the liquids filling him, gulping at the warm milk that filled his mouth from the pacifier and clenching his furry cheeks in slight pain as his insides were filled with warm solution.

His eyes watered and he begged with them in pain as he looked at the purple fox, pleading silently with her to release him from the stocks.

The enema ceased at last, and so did the bottle feeding, just as he felt as if his insides would burst under the pressure.

The pacifier gag was removed but the enema remained firmly lodged in his behind.  He squirmed, panting heavily.

“All full baby?”

A thin stream of drool drooped from his mouth.  Kaz couldn’t believe what was happening to him, the pressure coming his behind was almost unbearable, and his stomach felt incredibly bloated, placing an uncomfortable pressure on his bladder in addition to his bowels.

A short strap was attached to his collar, which he barely noticed as the stocks lifted themselves off the back of his neck.  He floated over to the foot of the vixen, where a thick, iron D ring was located. Unable to control his movements his gloved paws and collar strap were attached to it, forcing him to kneel in front of her, his padded and plugged rear raised up in the air.

“Here’s the agreement, Kazard.  If you can not use your diapers like a pathetic little thing, then you shall prove to me that you are not a baby.  But if you fail, you will never again be able to control whether you use your diapers or not.”

Kaz moaned and closed his eyes, tears building up in them.  The pain was becoming almost too much. He firmly clenched his cheeks together as the enema tube was removed, the pressure almost shooting his bowel’s contents into the diaper as it was readjusted on his behind.

First came a leak, and then a second later Kaz’s insides released, and he began to violently fill the back seat of his diapers.  Various squelches and farts erupted from his hind quarters as his bladder let loose in accompaniment to his contractions.

He panted, almost sobbing as for an entire minute he let loose into his diapers, pausing between spurts to gasp for air, his voice cracking.

He felt something groping the back of his diapers, and opened his eyes to see the fox was no longer in front of him, from behind him came her cool, powerful voice.

“Well well well, looks like you’ve proven to me that you’re just a pathetic little kit after all.”

Kaz slumped down on the ground, feeling utterly defeated.

Part IV: The Spell

    “Are you ready to be a good little diaperbaby for me?  Or are we still going to be playing these silly games where you try and disobey me?

    Kaz whimpered, his tail moving in front of the soiled back seat of his diapers in an attempt to cover them, but it doing a rather poor job of concealing the obvious mess he had just done.  Tears drying in his eyes from the effort that pushing his mess had caused him, he nodded slightly, ears still pinned back against his head.

    “Good, I think you’ve learned your lesson, but we still need to figure out your punishment.”

    Kaz’s stomach sank lower than the back seat of his thick padding.  After all this, I’m still getting punished?  If I keep fighting back like this, who knows what she’ll do to me next…

    The clasps around his mittens released, as did the bindings to the ring in the floor to his collar and wrists.  He floated up in the air, his legs bowed in front of him as if he were floating on his back in a swimming pool. He winced slightly, as during his movements the mess in his diapers was shifted and pressed against by him the force of gravity.

    The fox stood in front of him, her hands on her hips as she looked him up and down appraisingly, seemingly satisfied with what she had put her charge through.

    Kaz could only blush as her probing eyes looked him up and down, lingering on his used, crinkling diapers.

    “I think thirty minutes timeout should do the trick, and after that you’ll be my bouncing baby kit, as well as during.”

    Snapping her fingers, what looked like a onesie attached to two straps descended from the ceiling.  Kaz quickly realized what had come from above was an oversized blue baby bouncer, the perfect size to fit him in.

    He struggled slightly, but catching a warning glance from the purple vixen he stopped his movements quickly, whimpering.  Glowing the all too familiar slight hue of glowing blue, he was brought over to the bouncer and his legs slipped through the holes in the bottom.  Attached to the straps above him were two mittens, which his paws were soon placed in and secure. A bar with straps on the end poofed into existence below him, and he groaned inwardly as he realized a spreader bar was being clipped to his ankles, driving his legs apart and forcing his own mess further against him, along with the swelled padding from his accident.

    The blue hue vanished, and his full weight landed on the bottom of the bouncer, which also happened to be right into his own mess.

    He cringed, a squelching and crinkling noise coming from his pants area as he squirmed about in the bouncer, completely incapacitated.  His footpaws barely grasped at the carpet beneath him, essentially forcing all of his weight into his soiled padding.

    “Now, be a good kit for mommy while she takes care of a few spells and enchantments, see you in thirty minutes!”

    And with that, the fox twirled around, her tail swishing perkily behind her and she padded out of the room, the door clicking behind her and leaving Kaz to his own thoughts.  

    He wriggled a little bit, squirming uncomfortably causing the bouncer to spring up and down slightly, each movement registering on the device as bounces.

    Kaz suddenly felt very alone, hanging there in the poor light of the room with his handpaws hoisted above his head.  He had originally been shocked, then furious, then stubborn, then he felt incredibly humiliated, and now he seemed to have ended on… vulnerable.

    Tears began to well in his eyes as Kaz’s resistance melted away.  This entire ordeal was too much for the poor fox, he hadn’t wanted to be so immature but in line with the confusion brought about by the book and the strange feelings that flooded through his mind when he was first picked up by the vixen had caused him to reach the end of his line.

    His thoughts no longer went to how to resist the dominating figure of the vixen, but instead how to best please her.  Her controlling gait and powerful air when she spoke was enough to make the fox feel like nothing but an infant compared to her.

    For quite a while he hung there, his head hanging low.  He didn’t look up when the door in front of him softly opened, letting in the brighter light from the hallway.

    A soft hand cupped his cheek, and raised his gaze to the vixen’s.  Her eyes gleamed with the power he had seen in them before, but now a different expression was also present.  A firm yet unyielding kindness seemed to emanate from her visage, and he was surprised when she leaned forward and embraced the oversized kit,  bringing his face close to her bosom.

“There, there, little one.  We should feel all better now that we’ve tuckered ourselves out with all this misbehaving.  Are you going to be my good little baby kit from now on?”

    Kaz could no longer find the energy to say no to this intoxicating being, his tongue muffled, still numbed from the quiet crying he had been doing whilst hanging in the room, he responded to her question.

    “Yeth, mawmmy…”

    “There’s my good little padded kit!  Now, let’s say we get you changed out of those diapers you used so well, can’t help a thing like that being such a helpless baby now can we?”

    As always, her quirying phrases spoke the truth, and Kaz could only nod in agreement subordinately.

    The sorceress fox snapped her fingers once again, and Kaz found himself being lifted out of the bouncer.  The mittens unbuckled themselves and the spreader bar fell from his ankles, vanishing with another poof of purple smoke before it could land on the carpet.

    Kaz was deposited on the hip of the purple fox, she grasped him firmly under his rather mushy bottom causing him to cringe slightly.

    “Time to clean you up then.”  she stated, and the two exited the room.


    Kaz found himself, although at first quite unwillingly, enjoying his infantile servitude to the sorceress.  True, he was no longer allowed to do any of the adult habits he had enjoyed previously, such as being able to use a toilet, but he found that what the sorceress offered him was something that he could get nowhere else.  

    The food that was fed to him was some of the most delicious kind that he had ever tasted, and she made sure that every comfort that he could have, as a little baby, was provided.  Soft sleepers, cute pacifiers and socks, even stuffed animals that to his great shock the first time, hugged him back. He was allowed to spend his days watching children’s entertainment and playing with fantastical magical toys only a child could only dream of.  

Although it did take him a while to get used to having to use his diapers instead of the bathroom, the sorceress ended up having to place his hands into mittens quite often and cladding him in lockable, baby clothes to prevent him from messing with his padding.  Although she did so with a gentle firmness and lack of cruel vindication that the fox could appreciate.

    And there was one more thing that he found he secretly enjoyed, the sorceress always ensured to instil a sense of inferiority next to her.  He was a small nothing she took care of, and therefore he must comply with her wishes and act in accordance with her wishes, which in this case was being treated like a helpless kit.  One step out of line, and he was immediately reminded that she was dominant over him. After all, what kind of a fox can be equal to another if they can’t even be expected to keep themselves from messing their pants?

A Night at The Undergrowth By SwampRat

Mahamara stood at attention. Not even the new stripe on his sleeve cheered him. The commander was dead… The new one was a boozing, greedy bastard unfit to lead a flock of birds. His head thumped as he too drank to excess, but not because he loved a drink. No, indeed, he Hated the stuff. But, it was either drink or go mad! At last. The procession was over. And the lion-man felt even worse than before.

‘What a travesty..’ He headed into the local town as soon as he possibly could. Letting his feet wander where they would, the being shook his head again. Why was fate so cruel? The more he thought about the coronation, the more he decided to do himself in with a drink… What’s this? He stood in front of a bar he had never seen before. It was near the SpacePort, on
the Wrong side of town. What the hell… Nothing in there could kill him. And even if they did, he would probably be better off… Mahamara became the center of attention as he entered. All the beings were male… How strange.

They looked at him like.. Meat. He didn’t care… As long as the bar served him, he could care less what the locals thought. Or what they looked like… The lion-man walked to the stool and sat on it. The tender came over, dressed like nothing he had ever seen before.

“What is the strangest thing you have?” A hand pressed itself against his
thigh. He followed it up to a pair of blue eyes… “Sapwort..” The entire bar inhaled sharply, and the tender stared at the man. Mahamara ignored the hand…As long as it didn’t go higher. “Very well then… Sapwort.” The man pushed his glass forward. “The same..” It came in a metal mug, foamed like an eddy, and smelled like a dirty sock. However, the taste was of nothing… He chugged the entire contents down. The human beside him grinned and lifted his mug, saluted the male, downing his own concoction. “Another round, ‘Keep..” The next one was sipped on, as something was interfering with his coordination. Perhaps it was that hand between his legs. Between?! Fingers were stroking his balls…

Damn, but the Females in this bar were forward… And strange-looking. However, he wasn’t above giving as good as he got. He reached over to his right, and grabbed a handful of butt, squeezing it. It’s owner squealed, wriggling in his grasp. He chuckled… “Care to go into the back room?” Well… Right to the point.

He finished the second drink and found his tab paid.. Hands grabbed him
and led him to a door marked “Private”. He had never been to an orgy before,
but he was also a Lion-man, afraid of nothing! The door was opened and he was
half-dragged inside… Sex was all around him. The sharp tang of sweat was
mingled with the muskiness of male bodies, and the sweet scent of ejaculate.
Moans and grunts all but drowned out the speakers droning some song or another. His guides found a spot on a padded bench and dropped him onto it. Hands peeled his clothes off and placed them neatly in a pile. Hands stroked
his furry body, as somebody nipped at his chest. He growled, pulling ahead up to kiss the rouged lips. Then groaned as a mouth found his erection. Damn! Human females knew how to take care of a male! They didn’t stop at just licking on it either.

Warmth engulfed him.. Then gulped as the nuts somebody was fondling exploded…Too much drink… Somebody laughed and he felt anger… For a moment. Then found it was hard to feel much of anything… Except for the hands on his butt. Something was poking him under his tail… A finger? It was an awfully thick finger… But the female seemed to know what she was doing, for as it opened his ass up, his cock stirred again. A dick found it’s way into his hand. He felt it, stroking the man-meat. After all, it Was an orgy. Somebody wriggled a fat butt into his lap. His other hand went to caress the body, as the creature impaled itself on him.. Wow! This one was tight…Perhaps human females were small. His senses were dulled to the point that he found himself lapping on a butt that had a cock deep in it. Then nibbling on a pair of hairy nuts… It didn’t matter anymore. The flesh was pressed on his body in various places. When liquid entered his mouth, he drank it. When his testicles lurched in hand or mouth, he groaned and hunched. Finally, somebody took his hand and led him out into the dark.

A stray sunbeam came through the shutter and hit a tawny eyelid. Its owner rolled over.. And awoke to a muzzy hangover. Had he tied one on last night!
Someone stirred beside him. Oho… So, he had gotten lucky as well. A hand
stroked his chest, toying with the golden mane. His eyes went wide as his hand encountered a cock. Impossible! The male gave him another kiss, sliding up his leg. Before he could say anything, the human flung a leg over his thighs and straddled him. The erect penis slid between the muscular butt-cheeks and dribbled pre-cum on them. The youth giggled. “You are my first Lionman..” ‘This is not happen.. Yipe‘ With a shudder the male impaled himself on the jutting pole, slowly sliding down to the root. Mahama was stunned. He was buggering a human… A Male Human… And Enjoying it!
This was too much. He flopped back on the bed and allowed the man to ride him. “

You were a Big hit at the Undergrowth last night… Everybody wanted to ride the lion.” Mahamara groaned, feeling aches and pains in very unfamiliar places. His mouth tasted like a boot leather.. The man continued to slide on his cock. He growled as his nuts sent shivers of pleasure up his spine and he hunched. “Mmmm, Yes! Fuck me..”

The youth bent down and kissed the leonine. Who found he liked the lip-press.
He snarled and dug his hands into the smooth butt-flesh. Then howled, surging
up to bury every last inch in the hot ass and spurt his cum deep into it.
Flopping back, he lay, basking in the afterglow, as the male worked himself around the still pulsating pole. “Wow…What a butt-filler… Love it!” He uncorked himself, and with another kiss, went to the bathroom. Mahamara lay in the bed, not sure what to think. As was the way of a warrior,
he had not lain with any of the females in his homeworld, nor had he taken advantage of anyone here… And in one night, he had lost his virginity. In more ways than one, if the ache under his tail told the truth… And he found himself not caring in the least. The male appeared at the door. “Care to take a shower? You can scrub my back..” The lion-man leaped off the bed and swept the male up in his arms. “You bet I’ll scrub your back!” he growled, kissing his lover.

                         * * *

The next free time found Mahamara again at the Undergrowth. This time he drank beer and watched the performances as males courted other males. Many who went into the back room came out alone… To return with another mate. Some, bedraggled and smelling of sex drifted out the door. Others left hand in hand, to join in other rendezvous. But, no matter how many hands stroked his mane (or other places), he would smile and pat a cheek, or stroke a smooth butt. But he was waiting. “Sapwort, Please..” The lion-man was off his stool and converging towards the voice in a heartbeat. Many bodies intercepted him as they found he had an erection, with a piece of flimsy material hiding it. From the view, but not from hands and thighs… “You..” he snarled. The man turned…Blue eyes stared into his. Spacer eyes… They took his frame in, showed interest in the bulge at his crotch, and returned to question him. “is this stool taken?” A shake of the dark head. The leonine grinned and sat on the stool with sensuous grace. And more than a little lust. “Come here often?” A groan arose at That old chestnut.

“Whenever I am onplanet..” Definitely Spacer. He leaned over and growled low.
“What the hell did you do to me last rotation?” A grin. “I opened your eyes…You Didn’t Have to take the path. It was there, and you followed it… Of course, if you no longer like the scenery, You are free to take another.” He handed the lion-man a card.

“Temple Of Pan – Who?” A grin… “Beings who believe mating is fun, No matter
the race or sex of the participants. I myself am bi… I enjoy males and
females.” Mahamara’s head spun… The human grinned and tilting his head back, swallowed the mug’s contents in a long swallow. Then dropped a bill on the bar and stood. “Wait!” The man leaned forward. “Give me a call sometime, Soldier..” Another groan as that line made its rounds. Then he kissed the muzzle with a passion that curled the tufted tail, turned and walked out… A half-dozen offers to retire to the Back Room, and even a hand on his cock was ignored. He shook himself and stood. Followed the arm up to a painted male, who slid his purple tongue out and licked scaly lips. He shook his head, then grasped the wrist. “Leave it there… At least until we get to the Back.” Bi, eh? He tucked the card into his pouch, then grabbed a scaled ass. And so clasped, the pair went into the Back Room.

The End

A lionman goes on leave.. – By SwampRat

The sound of drums filled the room. Asake growled deep in his throat. He took
another sip of reedle. ‘This had damn well better be worth the expense..’ A
shield appeared.. It shone in the darkness. A head popped out from behind the oval.. It was a round face, painted white on black. A Human? Hmmm… Well,
really shouldn’t expect a back-eddy like this to have a Leonine. The being moved around him, dancing. Bells on the ankles jangled his nerves. Made him edgy. Hmmm.. Then he sniffed. ‘What?’ His nose wasn’t lying. “Damnit!
I specifically said I wanted a Female!!” The bald man grinned. Whirled.
Continued to dance.

Despite himself, the lionman found his heart pounding, his claws tensing. But the male had no weapon. It didn’t matter. He was the hunted. He was the prey.. Around the chair, the man moved, searching his foe out.. Closer and closer the dark one came. Suddenly, the man flung the shield to one side, both hands gripping a non-existent spear. They held it aloft. Then plunged downward. To slide across the expansive chest and caress the hard nipples. The maned head lolled. His stomach muscles relaxed, having tensed to meet a
blow that never came. ‘No… I shall never…’ He opened his eyes to stare into brown ones.

‘It’s the drug..’ He grunted, lifting his head to press his muzzle to the
human’s mouth.
The male returned the kiss, then slid himself into the leonine lap. In time to the slow drums, the warm orifice moved across his chest,
finding first one tit, then the other. Both were well explored my lips, teeth, and tongue. Then the male went downward, stroking the ribs, patting the slight paunch, and finally resting on his groin. Claws bit deep into the chair arms.
‘He wouldn’t.. He’s not actually…’ A rumbled growl came from deep inside the animal as he felt a hand grasp his erection. He forced his eyes open to watch the human slide a wet tongue across his cock. Asake twisted, thrust his hips up as his maleness was engulfed in warmth. No female felt like this… Shit!
Nothing Felt Like This!! Fingers dug into his tawny rump, kneading the bony flesh. A tongue worked him into a frenzy.. ‘Too much…’ The lionman came,
roaring and hunching. The man simply sucked harder, swallowing the sticky semen rapidly. A paw held onto the smooth head, stroking it… Then fell to lay, claws extending and retracting as the man bobbed over his dick. The too sensitive head screamed in pleasure/pain, and it’s owner writhed in the male’s embrace. This time both paws locked on the skull-like neck,
holding it in place.

“Stop… Please…” The fingers finally let go, gently stroking his thighs and stomach. The Captain also let go, collapsing back into the chair. “Damn, but you are good..” He fondled an ear. But the mouth didn’t move… That is it Did move… Back up to torture the tip with whip-like flicks of the tongue and to
scrape teeth against the underside. The reddish flesh was hard and seeping
again in no time.

Asake gulped another glass of reedle.. He would need strength if he was to again mate with the male’s mouth.. But the man had other plans. He stood and wriggled his butt in the animal’s face. ‘This is indecent! Perverted!!’ Paws grabbed the dark thighs and the half-circles to his face. He licked them, bit them, mauled them. Then, with a snarl, pulled the ass down to his crotch. They both moaned as the tip pressed itself against the crinkled anus. But the leonine didn’t just shove it in.. Oh, no. He teased the hole by flicking his penis against it, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum. Then shoved the pointed head up and in until the orifice started to open to accept the fiery poker… And pulled back out. The male groaned at being teased so.

He suddenly shifted, tossing the human out of his lap. Then lazily followed the body down. The man got up and looked over his shoulder, just as Asake
knelt behind him. With a toothy grin, the captain let his cock sink into the upturned ass. Then resting his belly on the man’s back, nuzzled the hairless head. “Move for me..” He growled, pressing himself harder against the male.
The human obliged, sliding his hips forward, then back, to re-sheath the thick cock. Slowly at first, then faster and harder the buttocks shoved themselves into the golden-furred crotch. The lionman found himself groaning and matching the male’s thrusts with his own. The passage was tight and pulled on his cock. He threw his head back, teeth clenched, buggering the man deeply.
His balls ignited, fanned by friction and drink. He rested his head on the
sweaty back and poured cum into the twitching asshole.

Furrows were dug in the wood floor as the animan grunted over his lover. One
last shuddering hunch and his nuts emptied themselves entirely. They slowly rolled onto their sides, and lay, pressed together. The man stirred.. And was held. Rough paw-pads stroked his chest and sides. Only when the shrinking penis slipped free of the clutching anus to disappear back into its sheath,
did the captain allows the male to get up. He fondled the swaying balls,
stroked the semi-erect penis, and sighed.

He was shown to a stall and took a warm shower. Dried and re-dressed, he returned to his crew. They stood, with a look that could only mean one thing.. The first-mate finally breached the question. “How was your leave, Captain?” He shrugged. “She was alright.. For not being Leonese.” Then twitched his whiskers, grinning..

As he passed his First, he grabbed a pawful of trousered butt. “You Son-Of-A-
Bitch.. He was Great! And the next time I go on leave.. You are coming with
me.” Ktarr grinned himself and nodded, watching the Captain make his way aft in more than just a friendly way. Then he sighed and turned back to the matters at hand.

The End