What this is: by Le Maironi

This player, who is on this website (Hi, Song!), Discord, and whom I’m actually still playing with (this moment happened quite recently in fact) helped shape the Sterid Empire into what it is. He created the Lord, Lordling and Top Servant (Richard, Aldin and Tiavo respectively) of the Earl estate and laid the basis for there being seven more (Falamus, Rey, Torres, Davelied, Caelum, Hargreave, McCannock). He made the Forest of Wisps (on the inner edge of which this takes place!) and was the first person to put up with my complicated class system instead of buying the weapons and then being naturally classed from there. He started as an Elementalist-Black and at the time of the drawing had made his way to Pigment mage.

Lucid, an NPC Crystallist who had joined alongside him, was admiring the tree that had been planted at the player character’s birth and, due to the rituals of his tribe, he would be buried under. He recounted the tale of how he had become a sorcerer, having met the True Elements after taking a nasty fall in the mountain trail. They gave him a blood pact and saved his life for a price: using magic would destroy him slowly. He worked for years to mitigate this effect, but even now, if he really needs something done powerfully, he draws blood as an offering to honor the pact… the rest of the group had already seen this in action and fear him for it. He tore through the Void in order to save our Runner, Vhale, from his own sacrifice.

Lucid’s story was a bit more lighthearted. Before the Genocide of the Foxkin occurred as he was a teenager, he had lived in a religious colony dedicated to Sathon, the Aster of Creation. He was the son of the High Oracle, Emeka Avir, and therefore destined to become an Oracle himself. Which caused a little trouble. You see, in their religious texts, it says that the Priests and Oracles of Creation must remain silent, as Sathon himself had toiled in silence to create the world, and Lucid was just about the loudest mouth in the Colony. Eventually, the High Oracle signed off on sealing his voice away — a seal he still has, for the record — and Lucid was mute. He HATED being mute. And then a friend of his showed him Crystallism, transferring status effects from person to person. He saw his chance. He studied Crystallism day and night along with the Books, trying to see if it worked on divine seals.

It would only work for an hour once every week, but that would be all he needed to raise hell, and even made it easier to hide how he was doing it. During that hour he would tear through the colony, shouting obscenities from the top of his lungs, evading the grasps of the Priests attempting to save High Oracle Avir’s reputation, and then get caught at the end of his hour, relishing in the fact that they could not, for the life of them, figure out how he was speaking around his seal.

The Cub In the Forest by Horatio Husky

The sun began to set slowly as Khan walked through the forest on that late summer day. The shadows were long and the sounds of the forest night were slowly starting to come alive. But suddenly Khan’s ears perked up there was an unnatural sound that he could hear faintly in the distance. He started towards the sound trying to figure out what was going on. He got closer and could now clearly hear a cub sobbing he could also smell the distinct smells of a camp site.

            Finally, Khan broke through into a clearing to discover a young white lion cub sitting on a rock with tears streaming down his cheeks. The camp site itself wasn’t much; a small fire pit in the middle, a modern looking canvas tent to one side and some camping supplies around a large backpack leaning against the rock near the very upset cub.

            “Are you ok?” Khan asked the lion cub.

            This scared the cub, causing him to jump out and proclaim (a little too late), “WHO’S THERE?!”

            Khan smiled warmly at the cub but stood where he was wanting to try and put him at ease. “Well my name is Khan, I own a small house a little ways from here and I was out taking a walk when I heard you crying. I came to check to make sure you were ok. Can I ask who you are?”

The cub clearly shaken and still very upset looked back at him and said, “Um…. my name is… ummmm…. Daniel…. and I am not ok and I haven’t been for a while now.”

Khan looked at the cub with extreme hurt and pity “Can I come over to you,” Khan said, “maybe I can help or at least help you to calm down…”

Daniel looked very weary but said “ok… you can come over… but please don’t hurt me…”

Khan slowly walked over to the lion cub, he couldn’t have been more than nine or ten years old Khan thought, and only about four feet tall; quite a bit less than the large tigers six feet five inches. “I would never hurt you,” Khan said, “I want to help you and find out why you are out here all alone and crying.”

Khan crouched down and held out his arms invitingly for Daniel to come into. “Come here Daniel and we can talk about what is going on.”

Daniel eyed Khan cautiously he had no reason NOT to trust the friendly tiger, and his fur looked soft and warm. Not to mention the cub instantly liked Khan’s t-shirt with the picture of the tiger in sunglasses and hoodie. So he gave in, needing love more than anything else in the world right now and climbed into the tigers inviting arms and started to cry all the harder as Khan held him and started rubbing the cubs bear back.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh… it is ok now Daniel. You are safe now and I won’t let anything hurt you. Just go ahead and let out your pain and hurt and I will hold you and take good care of you.” Khan whispered soothingly into Daniels ears as he cried.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only about five minutes, Daniel slowly stopped crying and just snuggled into the tigers strong warm arms. “Thank you, Khan… I don’t remember the last time someone just held me as I cried or tried to take care of me in anyway. Come to think of it I do not know if that has EVER happened.” Daniel said as he nuzzled into the tigers chest.

Khan smiled down at him and scratched him behind his left ear. “Well that all changes now, I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. But can I ask how you ended up here and alone? Where are your parents?” Khan said nervously trying to understand who would abandon such a cute sweet cub out in the middle of no were.

Daniel looked up at Khan and started to think. “Well I don’t really know I remember bits and pieces but not much… I don’t remember my parents, I do remember being on the streets for a while, I remember being in a room with a bunch of other cubs, then… waking up here a few days ago… Honestly Khan, I don’t think I want to remember…”

A tear came to Khan’s eye as the cub told his story. He couldn’t believe that the cub could have been treated so poorly. “I am very sorry to hear that, but if you want to you can come home with me, I live away from people because my past isn’t the fondest memories for me either. I have an extra room and bed just in case and I have plenty of food. I promise to take care of you and love you like my own son.” Khan said reassuringly.

Daniel looked up to Khan with tears streaming down his cheeks and said, “You would do that for me? I mean you barely even KNOW ME!”

Khan chuckled and kissed Daniel on the head, “Everyone needs someone to love them, I need you around just as much as you need me to be honest,” Khan said with a smile.

Daniel practically sobbing again, only this time in joy said, “Okay, lets go.”

With that they were off, it was about a mile and a half to Khan’s house and Khan carried Daniel in his arms the whole way…

Khan’s house wasn’t much but it wasn’t exactly a log cabin either. It was a single story house pretty square with a long slanted roof and a couple of satellite dishes near the chimney were smoke lazily drifted from. There was a dirt road leading up to the house and a dark green jeep parked near the entrance. Both Daniel and Khan smiled wide as they approached the house.

            “Well I know it isn’t much,” Khan said, “But it is home and I hope you will be happy here.”

            Daniel hugged khan tight “I couldn’t dream of anything better, besides all I really care about is that there is someone here to love me,” said Daniel enthusiastically.

             Khan smiled and rubbed the top of the cubs head as he walked up and opened the door. Stepping inside the house both were hit with the welcoming smell of a fire burning and the warmth that it gives. They were in a long hallway that stretches the length of the house to one side a wide arch lead into the large living room, with its fireplace, TV, and computer. On the other side was the kitchen, not to big but it would suit their needs. With three other doors on the kitchen side and one more on the living room side leading to the bedrooms, laundry room, and bathroom.

“Well,” Khan said putting Daniel down, “you probably want to get cleaned up; bathroom is the door after the kitchen… um… until we can go buy you some new cloths you should… well I mean to say that they really should be washed… and…. Uh…..” Khan stammered and sutured, trying to figure out how to ask the cub to take his clothes off.

             Daniel just smiled and started striping down tossing his pants and underwear to Khan. “Awwwww… you don’t need to be so shy Khan, I don’t mind you seeing me naked!” Daniel said instantly warming up to his new guardian.

            Khan looked down at the naked cub his white fur was dirty and matted but what attracted his attention more was the cubs cute sheath and small balls still up tight against his body. Khan smiled but his eyes were glued to the cubs package. “oh. Uhhh…. Thanks…. I mean that I appreciate your trust and um….”

            Daniel started to laugh for the first time in a long time as he watched Khan stammer for the right words and the tent growing in his pants. “So that is why you can’t take your eyes off my sheath?” Daniel says warming and trusting Khan more and more, knowing that if Khan intended to hurt him he wouldn’t be so worried about his words.

            Upon hearing this the tiger literally jumps back and looks up down the hallway. “I am SOOO sorry Daniel… I just um… oh fuck me, I don’t know…” Khan said almost in tears worrying that he is already adding another bad chapter to the cub’s miserable life.

            Daniel ran up and gave Khan a big hug around his waist. “Relax Khan, I trust you, and I certainly do not mind you looking. But you are right I REALLY need a shower so try and relax and I will be out in a few minutes.” Then Daniel grinned, “Maybe you should lose your cloths might make you more comfortable if we are both naked.” Daniel said before nuzzling Khan and going to take a shower.

            “uh… Towels are in the linen closet!” Was all Khan could think to say before going into the living room.

He sat there and pondered for a while well he listened to the shower run and the warm fire crackle. “I don’t want to hurt him but he is *so* cute and I just feel like I am falling in love with him… but not in the way a parent should… should I get naked? Should I teach him about modesty? Should I encourage him to be himself?……. Should I try and make love to him?”

The thoughts just swirled around in Khan’s head but before he knew it he heard the shower shut off and then the door open. Suddenly Daniel was there, standing naked at the entrance to the living room, just looking at Khan. “Why are you still dressed Khan? You don’t trust me or just shy?”

Khan looked nervous before looking at the cub and saying “No, it isn’t that at all I was just thinking about a couple of things, I trust you completely and I will get naked with you.”

Khan smiled as he started to strip, first his t-shirt, then jeans, and finally he slipped out of his underwear standing fully exposed to the young cub and with the excitement sporting a large erection his thick pink cock fully extended out of his sheath and his large furry balls hanging clearly under the upturned cock.

Daniel just smiled watching Khan strip down and without knowing why his little boyhood started to poke out of his sheath and stiffen up to. Although he didn’t notice at all, since he was to fascinated exploring the anatomy of his new friend and guardian and thinking of how it differed to his own.

“Wow, EVERYTHING about you is bigger than mine isn’t it?!” Daniel said excitedly.

Khan blushed heavily through his fur before finally responding, “Well yeah, um… your body will probably go through some changes soon and well as you get older things change and get bigger. You have nothing to be ashamed of though I am sure that you will be bigger than me some day. But uh… that isn’t the only reason I am bigger then you…” Khan sighs, and noticing for the first time Daniel’s small erection, he sits down on the couch and pats the seat beside him. “Come over here and sit down and maybe I can explain as I see you are experiencing the same situation I am.”

Daniel eagerly bounded over to the couch but instead of taking the proffered seat he jumped right up into Khan’s lap sitting sideways his arm brushing against the tiger’s hard sensitive cock. It was at this time that Daniel noticed his own erection, and looked over to Khan’s.

“Why are our penis’ getting all hard and long like that?” Asked Daniel innocently.

This only made Khan blush harder before replying, “Well there are a few reasons why they would do that, but uh, I think that ours are doing that because we are getting turned on by each other.”

“Turned on by each other?” Daniel asked, “What does that mean?”

“Well,” said Khan, cautiously not wanting to upset the sweet lion cub or make him uncomfortable, “it means that we are sexually attracted to each other, that we might want to have sex.”

Daniel looked a little bewildered; he had heard of sex before but had never thought to much about it. “Well then we should have sex.” Proclaimed the innocent cub.

            Khan laughed a little and smiled wide deciding that it couldn’t hurt to fool around with the cub a little he would stop if he went too far. “Ok let’s have sex then, but we are going to start off slow as I show you the ropes, and please if at any point you are uncomfortable tell me and I will stop. The last thing on earth I want to do is hurt you.”

            Excited Daniel says “Ok, I promise to tell you, so how should we start?”

            “Okay, how about we start with kissing. Just kiss me normal and then follow my lead and just go with what feels right.”

            With that Khan leaned down and pressed his muzzle to Daniel’s and kissed. After a few seconds Khan opened his muzzle slightly and pressed his tongue against the cubs lips. Doing just as Khan asked, Daniel opened his mouth and let Khan’s tongue slide into his mouth well his little tongue explored it he closed his eyes and focused on the amazing sensations happening in his mouth at that moment. Soon they changed places with Khan’s tongue retreating and Daniels following it back in close behind. This continued for several minutes, with the two loving cats exploring each other’s mouths.

            Finally, Khan reluctantly pulled away from the cub giving him one last light kiss on the nose as he did so. “How did that feel?” Khan said curious how about how the cub felt about his first tongue kiss.

            “That… That was amazing” said Daniel in awe “I can’t wait for what’s next!”

            Khan grinned and looked down at the cub, “Now we are going to do something called oral sex, also called ‘blowing’ it feels really good but we have to take turns. Basically just start sucking on my penis lick it but just be really gentle and don’t use your teeth.”

            “OKAY!” said Daniel excitedly “I’ll go first!”

            With that Daniel repositioned himself so he was facing Khan and slipped the tip of his cock into his small cub muzzle.

            Khan moaned and scratched the behind the cubs ears. “That is amazing Daniel, now kind of bob your head up and down. Take as much in as you can but don’t make yourself uncomfortable.”

            Daniel mumbled his understanding around the thick tiger meat in his muzzle and started bobbing his cute little head up and down but not able to get any more than a couple of inches in. As Khan relaxes and starts to really enjoy the cub’s attention he starts to leak copious amounts of pre into Daniels young muzzle.

            Daniel surprised at the new taste and liquid in his mouth suddenly pulls back and looks up in surprise.

            “What’s wrong?” Khan says in surprise, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

            Daniel looks at Khan’s erect cock and sees the pre leaking out. “No but you are leaking out of your penis, are you ok?” Daniel asks with obvious worry for his new friend.

            Khan chuckles and gives the cub a kiss on his muzzle. “No you didn’t hurt me, I am sorry I didn’t warn you about cum. See when you are doing a good job and making me feel really good some cum leaks out of my penis. It means you are doing a really good job. You are a little to young to produce any yet but hopefully I can still make you feel just as good.

            “Oh and I should probably warn you about orgasms to, when either of us feels really good for a while then we have what is called an orgasm which is basically a sudden intense feeling of pleaser. However since I am older when I have my orgasm I also shoot out a lot of cum.

            “If you don’t like the taste though you don’t have to swallow it, you can just spit it out or something…”

            “Oh NO!” Daniel exclaimed, “I actually really enjoyed the taste! You want me to continue? I would definitely like more.”

            “Actually why don’t you let me please you for a little bit and show you how good you are making me feel?”

            “Okay! Um… you want me to sit on the couch or….?” Daniel questioned, noticing that he was not in a position to please Khan.

            Khan smiled down at Daniel and said, “Why don’t you sit on the couch and I will get down and suck you off?”

            Daniel happily obliged and sat next to Khan. Khan then got up and knelt down in front of Daniel and started licking the cubs little balls and then his stiff member. Daniel started to moan loudly as all these new and amazing sensations coursed through his young body. Khan then took the cub’s entire package into his larger muzzle and started to gently suck on the cub’s sensitive bits.

            Daniel cried out in pure ecstasy and pleaser as Khan licked and sucked on his boyhood. Then a few minutes after Khan started he noticed the young cub’s balls start to pulse and his young cock was jumping around inside his muzzle. Daniel had just had his first orgasm, and even though it was dry the look on his face showed how much he enjoyed it.

            After he noticed Daniel having his orgasm, Khan pulled back and got up on the couch pulling the cub into his arms and letting him relax. After Daniel had calmed down and his breathing had returned to normal Khan asked “So how did you like your first orgasm?”

            Daniel moaned loudly and dramatically “That was AMAZING Khan! Thank you so much! But I feel bad I wasn’t able to make you have an orgasm…”

            Khan smiled down at the eager cub and said, “Oh don’t feel bad I have one other way we can play and you will definitely get me off, uh… that means orgasm, this time. But I need to go grab something from my room I’ll be right back.”

            With that Khan walked off with a grin and returned quickly with a small bottle in his hand. He then went over and sat down next to Daniel and pulled him into his lap.

            “Now the next thing I want to try is Anal, or butt sex. Basically I will stick my penis inside your tight young butt and thrust in and out it feels amazing for both of us because I will be able to hit a spot inside you that will make you feel REALLY good. This is anal lube and should make things easier on us but it still might hurt a little the first time, so if it gets to be too much for you I promise to stop. Okay?”

            Daniel looks a little nervous but nods and gives Khan a smile. “I definitely want to try so what should I do?”

            “What I need you to do,” Khan said, “is lay on your back and bend your legs so they form a ‘tent’ and spread your feet apart as FAAAR as you can.”

            Khan gets up to give Daniel the room and Daniel very eagerly lays on the couch and gets into position for Khan. “Okay, now what?”

            “Now I am going to apply the lube, try and stay still and not to squirm too much, I know it will feel weird at first.”

            Daniel nods and Khan takes out the lube and covers two of his fingers generously before gently applying them gently to the base of the cub’s tail hole. He then rubs it gently getting it nice and lubed before finally applying a little bit of pressure. Daniel lets out a little moan as the tips of Khan’s fingers slip in and start to apply the lube to the inside of the cubs very tight tail hole.

            Daniel starts to squirm around a little still getting use to all the new sensations coming from his rear but manages to stay mostly still as Khan probes him. Finally after getting him good and lubed up Khan removes his fingers from Daniels tail hole. “Ok Daniel, this is the part that might hurt a little, I am going to stick my penis inside you, are you ready?”

            Daniel nods hesitantly and tries to spread his legs a little more for the big tiger. At the same time Khan crawls on top of him and gives him a loving kiss. “I promise to stop if you can’t handle me.”

            Then slowly Khan moves his thick hard cock to the cub’s tail hole and starts to apply pressure. The lube helps the entrance but his large cock still spreads the cub’s tail hole quite wide. Daniel reaches out and grabs onto the couch with his young paws tightly as he gasps in ecstasy and pain. In fact Daniel finds out that he really enjoys the pain of having his tight hole stretched beyond most cubs’ limits.

            Khan seeing the loving cub in pain quickly pulls out. “I am so sorry I shouldn’t have done that I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

            Daniel looks up at him with a questioning look, “Hurt me? No I really enjoyed the pain and the pleasure of having you inside me! Please don’t stop!”

            Khan frowns and looks unsure. “Ok I guess I just… I love you and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

            Daniel smiles and leans up kissing the tiger, “I love you to Khan, and I am very far from uncomfortable.”

            Khan smiles and licks Daniel’s nose before repositioning himself and starting to push back in. Daniel lets out a cry as Khan goes even deeper than before. Before Daniel yells out, “Please shove it all in, it feels so good, the pain the pleaser I love it all so much!”

            Khan unable to resist the cub’s cries hilts himself in Daniel and starts to thrust wildly. Both share moans and cries of pleasure, and in Daniels case pain mixed in. Daniels young little body can’t really handle the large cock ravaging him and his colon starts to tear but still he just wraps his arms around Khan and encourages him to thrust harder and faster. Finally Khan can’t take anymore and with one last hard thrust he shoots his whole load right onto the young lions prostate. At this Daniel experiences his second orgasm for not only that night but ever. This one is even more powerful as his whole body shakes and he moans and pants at all the wonderful feelings flowing throughout his body.

            Finally after they both calm down and finish panting Khan leans up and gives Daniel a long loving kiss which they share. He then smiles down at the cub and starts to pull out his barbs which at this time were flaring and scraping against his already damaged insides. As Khan pulls all the way out and looks down he sees blood mixed with the cum that is coming out of Daniels tail hole.

            “No No No NO! Shit! I am so sorry why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you so badly?!” Khan cries out.

            “Hurt me?! You didn’t hurt me at all that was amazing I want to do it again!”

            “But you are bleeding I must have torn your insides!” Khan says clearly on the point of losing control, thinking that he hurt Daniel the one anthro in his world he really loved.

            “Well can’t you just get some bio gel and fix it? It’s not like it is the end of the world, why are you so upset didn’t you have fun to?”

            Khan dumbfounded looks down at the young cub who is taking this all in stride. “I Just… I mean… I just… I love you and I thought I had done something to hurt you or make you hate my and that scared me… Hold on let me go get the bio gel I will be right back…”

            Khan quickly goes and retrieves the bio gel from the bathroom, a miracle of medical science the gel contains nano bots that can repair or replace any part of the body almost instantly and then disintegrate. He quickly applies a generous glob on his fingers and starts to rub it all over the cub’s insides as Daniel just lays there and smiles at his new mate.  As Khan slides his fingers back out of Daniels rear end the nano bots are already finishing up the repairs and Daniel is no longer in any pain.

            Khan and Daniel clean up the couch and each other, dose the fire, and start closing up the house. There fun has taken them long into the night.

            Khan then picks up Daniel and pulls him onto his lap petting and cuddling him lovingly. Soon after they retire to Daniels room and curl up together on his large bed under the warm comforter and start to fall asleep. “I love you Daniel,” Said Khan, “More than anything in the world. I am so happy you had fun today and I hope that our love improves both our lives.”

            “I love you too, Khan,” responds Daniel, “and I can’t wait to play with you some more.”

            With that they both fall asleep in each other’s loving arms dreaming of their bright new future together.

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?