Kioga 10: Incontinental Shift
"You asked to see me, sir?" the thin cheetah Kioga asked, crinkling into his manager's office in the usual business casual attire, his chinos a light beige. Underneath, his generic store-bought diaper was already pretty wet; he could feel it squish...
That Honky-Tonk Be-Diapered-Donk
Hunter woke up for work and struggled to get his pants on. Built thin and hard like the farmer-fox he was, Hunter Darrell threw himself out of bed when the rooster crowed, scratched the low part of his back and then the crack of his ass, inside his...
Kioga: Husband, Wife, and Child in Baby-Lawn
It was so good, he thought as he sat across his husband's lap, cradled in the wolf's muscular arms. Kioga wore an elegant white onesie with Victorian flares of lace at the wrists and the hood. They had just exited from their wedding ceremony and the...
Wesley: A Simmering Heat
Kyrie and Wesley met outside a cafe during their lunch break. Ever since the magic disaster at Anal Londo, Wes had decided to shy away from those ravenous, delicious males of Lugo, Kioga, and Evanstrom. Not that he didn't like a series of cocks in...
Kioga: What We Frot to Know
The day came to him in warm, soft colors. The young adult cheetah reclined atop a downy-soft pad and viewed above him a leisurely flock of nondescript shapes winding their way through space, rotating languidly, chasing each other in slow, dreamlike...
Kioga: Clench'd Houls Part 3
Kioga, Xian, and Wesley returned to the room, where they found Evan and Lugo in diapers playing a video game. _Clench'd Houls Diaper-Steed Warriors._ What a goddamn pun and shameless knockoff that was. "So how was that a commercial?" Kioga demanded,...
Lugo: One for the Birds
Wesley, Kyrie, Lugo, Lasmo, and Sahasrahla got cleaned up after their two respective parking garage encounters. Lugo the muscular wolf and Kyrie the kinky fennec had sandwiched Wesley, cock-to-ass and cock-to-pussy, after he had messed his diaper and...
Wesley: Accident at the USDABDL Steakhouse
"I gotta say, you really got your life together, Wesley," said the shark Lasmo in the front passenger seat of Wes's luxury Furoti Testawoossa sedan. He patted the coyote on the thigh, which was only covered by a pair of cowboy chaps, then traced his...
Kioga: Clench'd Houls Part 2
"What's the big idea?" Kioga asked after The Crew had showered, in the same stall all at once, with no one looking at each other. Now everyone else was naked, toweling off and searching for fresh clothes while Xian had charitably powdered Kioga up and...
Kioga: A Well-Needed Change
Joseph Pistoli, the older golden Italian eagle and Lugo Perry-Davis, the muscular gray wolf, extricated themselves from their fecal mess on the plastic-covered futon. Lugo's clothing was a complete disaster: Joe had used his beak to rip open his shirt...
Kioga: Redumption
It was a good day that skinny, incontinent Kioga spent in an estranged, pensive video Skype conversation, sitting in his modest house in cozy suburb Centurion, California. His ex-boyfriend, the muscular, clean, cocky, and delicious Lugo had not only...
Frisky Booty 1: Out in the Yard
“Actually, maybe we shouldn’t go disc golfing today,” said Gila Straczynksi, already turning back to the car. Which was too bad, because he was all kitted out: he wore smooth tan shorts that stopped above his knees, a fresh green polo shirt, a throwing...