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Chapter 9: After Hours

The ice tinkled gently in its transparent receptacle, the cubes bumping against one another as the glass they were contained in were raised to the tiger's lips. Yuri's cleft lips parted slightly as he sipped at the whiskey slowly becoming diluted from the melting water, bringing out the finer notes of the liquor even as he savored its flavor on his tongue.

Cinder too was occupied with the contents of his own glass, the slightly verdescent pallor of the third applejack he had ordered tinging his lips a slight green which Yuri was finding very entertaining to stare at.

The caracal, however, was not enjoying as simple pleasures as the ridiculous visage of drink residue on the lips of a friend. His eyes wandered over the other furs at the bar, lingering occasionally on the odd backside that swung in his direction with thoughts that the tiger could candidly guess at.

"We've already got a puppy waiting for us at home, Cinder."

He spoke softly, no more than a rumble in his throat as he addressed the caracal

only so loud that Cinder could hear. The cat's slits darted up to meet the tiger's gaze, narrowing his eyes as he gave the tiger an accusing look.

"Hey-y, now. That doesn't mean I can't window shop."

Yuri rolled his eyes, setting his glass down on the bartop before raising an eyebrow at Cinder with a knowing look. He replied with a note of sarcasm coloring his voice.

"You know what happened last time we pampered up the drunk rando we took pity on."

The caracal glared at Yuri, his right ear flicking to the side in irritation before he dropped his gaze back to his drink. His response came a moment later with a hint of dryness.

"Well, I thought he was cute. You know I have a thing for domesticated canines."

Yuri let out a snort, shaking his head once as if in disbelief at the dismissiveness that the feline was bandying about.

Their previous guest, a jovial golden retriever, had received quite the surprise the following morning when he had woken up behind the bars of a crib. Wearing the choice undergarments the two cats had decided to help him into while he was still drunk, he was almost deliriously happy when the cats told him he could leave whenever he felt like it. The dog had been a good sport about it, blushing profusely and apologizing excessively even as he explained to them that he had best be going.

He had thanked them more than was necessary for the car ride, as he had been fumbling for his car keys when they offered instead to give him a ride to their place for the night. Despite being incredibly flustered by the entire scenario, he had given Cinder his phone number before departing the next morning. This fact alone Cinder had clung to, and insisted any time it was brought up that he would be texting him any day now.

"He's just dealing with a few conflicting internal desires, that's all."

Cinder shrugged as he spoke. Yuri gave him a look, to which Cinder responded by doubling down.

"He never said explicitly he didn't like it. Just that he had to get to work."

Yuri continued to stare, his face expressionless as he allowed the cat to continue to prattle on. Cinder did so.

"Besides, even with the onset of whiskey dick he was hard as a rock the moment we started powdering his bottom. Something tells me he liked the attention more than he cared to admit."

Yuri's bottom lip turned downwards, and he tilted his head to the side as if to say.

I guess that's a fair point.

All of a sudden, a wide grin grew across Cinder's striking muzzle. His fangs gleamed as his eyes sparkled, and Yuri knew what he was about to bring up next.

"Speaking of puppies, I wonder how ours is gonna feel when we come home after an evening of winding down without him."

Yuri matched his grin, chuckling softly as he rubbed the soft tufts of white fur under his chin in mock contemplation, replying.

"He'll feel like he's been put where he belongs. That's what."

"Think we should spike his bottle tonight with vodka so he doesn't feel left out?"

Cinder asked, his grin turning impish.

"You know that kind of 'big boy juice' wouldn't be suitable for him."

Yuri responded, sounding serious but his voice was betrayed by the merry glint in his eyes. Seeing that he had tickled the tiger, Cinder followed up.

"I was talking about a different kind of spiking."

"Sure you were."

"Oh come now, we're responsible babysitters aren't we?"

Yuri raised his eyebrows and looked out at the array of glass bottles behind the bar counter, nodding slowly as his tongue darted out and licked the tip of his nose. Cinder knew his body language enough to know that this was Yuri's way of expressing faux seriousness.

"Very good babysitters indeed."

He added after a minute, before raising his glass up to his muzzle and downing the rest of his whiskey. Lifting a finger whose paw had been resting on the surface of the bar counter, he motioned for the barkeep to come over.

"One more please, double rocks."

The hyena nodded, twisting to grab the bottle of whiskey that rested behind him before deftly pouring the amber liquid amidst the semi-translucent cubes of ice.

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Bolt sat flatly on the floor of the front room, his legs splayed out to either side which he had come to realize was the most comfortable position being restricted the

hardwood floor allowed him. Though no other visitors had come to peer in at him through the front door glass, much to his relief, the initial excitement of being spotted was soon replaced by boredom.

It had been more than a few hours, and the late afternoon light had faded to dusk, and from dusk to night. He had occupied himself with watching the outside colors change and shift, which he had found surprisingly more entertaining than he thought he might. But after the colorful display had faded, and he had been plunged into relative darkness, his boredom had returned.

For a while, Bolt had struggled against the confines of the hug-jacket. The canvas was flexible and breathable enough to not be uncomfortable, but still restrictive. With few other options, he had wet himself into the now significantly thicker diaper around his waist. The warmth of his own accident radiating back into his fur was not an uncomfortable sensation, and had he not had his pecker imprisoned he might have even enjoyed it.

Funny, how quickly he had become accustomed to wearing the diaper around his waist despite it being the first time in his life since he was an actual puppy. The fact that something about the undergarment stirred something strange inside of him was not lost upon him, but despite that he told himself it was more his attraction to Yuri and Cinder than it was the diapers.

Although, he was not entirely sure of that.

At last, the headlights of the cats' car washed over him as it pulled into the driveway.

"Mmpf!"

Startled by the sudden arrival, he mumbled with surprise into his pacifier gag reflexively. He blushed at the noise, embarrassed despite the fact that only he heard it. It had come out as something close to a whimper.

Bolt heard the muffled sound of keys jingling followed by the front door swinging open. A paw reached into the darkness to flick on the lights, and Bolt blinked several times as he eyes adjusted to the change in luminance.

Cinder was standing in front of Yuri, swaying slightly and giggling behind a paw. Bolt stared, not understanding what he was seeing until he realized the two felines appeared as though they had been drinking. The husky's nostrils flared, and he caught the faint scent of bar food confirming his suspicion.

They went out!

As Bolt was beginning to wonder whether or not there had been an emergency at work at all, Yuri growled and gave the caracal a playful push.

"Go on, go get cleaned up. You're embarrassing yourself."

Cinder almost fell over, catching himself on the table that stood to the right of the doorway. His tail flicking, whether in annoyance or excitement Bolt did not know, but his response came as a slurred statement.

"Yew should clean yourself up, tiger tiger burning bright."

Yuri rolled his eyes, turning his attention down to the floor where Bolt sat. Speaking as though Cinder were not there, his voice softened as he addressed the husky.

"Oh don't mind him, he had a few too many apple martinis or whatever twink drink this kitty finds to his taste."

As Cinder exited as gracefully as he could, heading up the stairs while fumbling for the railing, Yuri stooped down and turned his attention to the front of Bolt's diaper.

"My my, somebody was a little piddler while we were out wasn't he?"

Without waiting for a response, which Bolt was in no position to provide, Yuri's heavy paw reached behind the canine and unclasped the leash keeping the dog tethered to the floor.

"Alright, let's stretch you out."

Fumbling for a moment, Yuri grasped the huskie's shoulder and thigh turning him clockwise so he would have access to the buckles on the back of the straitjacket. Within a minute, he had undone the clasps and was pulling the garment over Bolt's head.

Taking his forearms in his paws, Yuri guided Bolt's arms over his head and sides, massaging the muscles on his biceps and shoulders as he did so. Bolt could smell the whiskey on the tiger's breath, coupled with the smell of cinnamon scented aftershave. The tiger was a piece, manly to the bone and practically exuding testosterone through the pores. Even if Bolt had wanted to, he could resist the gentle manhandling the tiger was enacting on him.

Being so close, so intimate with the tiger even mildly inebriated as he was was an experience that caused Bolt's member to twitch in its cage. Attempting to suppress his immense sense of attraction in that moment, Bolt tried to shift his attention to the relief his muscles felt as they were gently massaged and stretched. He had not realized just how tight they had been, as he had grown accustomed to the restriction that the jacket forced upon him.

The tiger clearly knew what he was doing, and Bolt realized that he was administering aftercare.

Yuri ruffled his headfur, smiling down at the husky as he finished the massage routine.

"There, that should feel much better. Thank you for being a very good boy and waiting here while the adults were out."

Grabbing him under the armpits, Yuri hoisted the oversized puppy onto his hip with no discernable effort. Bolt could feel the muscles underneath the fur on the tiger's arms as he instinctively pressed himself up against the tiger's form. The tiger continued to speak, as they made their way to the kitchen.

"I think we should get a little something in your tummy as well, seeing how Cinder and I ate."

With his free paw, Yuri slid out the tray of the highchair and placed it aside on a kitchen counter. Gently, he deposited the husky onto the seat and began to buckle him in even as he spoke. Reaching underneath the tray, Yuri grasped his paws and pulled them through a set of leather loops. Bolt felt something tighten around his wrists, and as he gave them an experimental tug realized that they were there in place to keep his paws from being able to reach out of his lap.

Secured, Bolt could not help but feel a little stuck. Yuri, however, was not quite finished. Crouching down, he cupped Bolt's heels and fed them through similar straps. The husky felt something tighten on his ankles, splaying his legs apart and preventing him from being able to move his footpaws more than an inch from the highchair table legs.

Thus tied up, Bolt felt a little vulnerable having his diaper on full display beneath the highchair with the spread-eagle stance the bonds were forcing him into. At the front of his padding was a curved bump intended to keep him comfortably pushed back into the cushioned seat. A part of Bolt wished he was not currently in a chastity cage, as the resistance this ridge provided would have felt fantastic through the soggy padding.

This cage is becoming more frustrating than I thought it would...

Of all the treatments the cats were subjecting him to, the chastity cage was the only device he was simply unable to get accustomed to. The longer he wore it, the more it seemed to heighten his sense of desperation to be released from it.

"So, how does spaghetti and meatballs sound, puppy dog?"

Distracted from his ruminations, the husky looked up. As Bolt did so, his stomach rumbled in response, at which Yuri beamed close-lipped.

"I'll take that as a yes."

There was a change in the tiger's demeanor, a high degree of politeness that had not been there previously during Bolt's puppy play. Bolt realized that he was now being treated more as their guest than as a submissive. Despite that, Bolt noted that the tiger had decided to leave his pacifier gag in his muzzle.

As the buckles of the five-point harness were clicked into place, Yuri slid the tray back into his place and turned around to busy himself with preparing the husky's meal. Cinder strode in a minute later, amidst the clanging of pots and plates.

"How's the little puppy, hmm?"

The caracal crooned, still clearly drunk as he padded over to the husky. Reaching forward with a paw, Cinder scratched Bolt underneath the chin with a pleased expression on his muzzle. The husky could not resist, somehow the cat had found just the right spot to scratch him on. Sticking out the tail hole in the back of the highchair, his tail wagged reflexively even as his eyes fluttered from the pleasant sensation.

"Do you want some too?"

Yuri asked, without turning around. After Cinder had leaned in to give the husky a peck on the check, which caused Bolt's face to flush red hot in flustered surprise, Cinder swiveled his head towards the tiger with a raised eyebrow.

"Some what?"

Cinder asked. Yuri replied patiently.

"Spaghetti and meatballs."

"Puh-sketti and meatballs!"

Cinder exclaimed, raising his paws up to his cheeks and gasping out loud for dramatic effect. The tiger looked up, sighing and shaking his head but even he could not keep the humor out of his tone as he responded.

"Yes. Puh-sketti and meatballs. You really did have too much to drink tonight."

Cinder stuck out his tongue at Yuri's turned back, giving Bolt a conspiratorial look after he did so. Bolt smiled, genuinely entertained by the cat's antics, his beam just visible behind the guard of his pacifier.

"Well, the baby thinks I'm funny at least."

Cinder boasted, a hint of pride in his tone as he gave Bolt another scratch, this time between the ears. Bolt was entertained, having completely forgotten the fact that the cats had left him bound and alone while they had their fun. He figured it was a discipline lesson, one that was now being awarded with attention and affection.

"The baby thinks playing peek-a-boo is funny, Cinder. You're really setting the bar high there."

Cinder shrugged, pulling a chair over next to Bolt's highchair and sitting down in it cross-legged to join the husky watching Yuri prepare their evening meal.

"Aren't I lucky to have such a culinary-skilled tiger? This one can cook me more meals than just Frosted Flakes!"

Turning from Bolt to Yuri, Cinder exclaimed as his eyes lit up with sudden excitement. He chittered, clapping his hands beneath his chin as he began to chant.

"Say the line! Say the line! Say the line!"

Yuri growled, glancing sideways at Cinder before returning his attention to forming meatballs with his paws. His response came out flatly and with no hint of mirth.

"I'm not quoting a cereal commercial just because you're drunk, Cinder."

The caracal pouted, his eyes big and watery as his demeanor changed from joking to that of a whining kitten. Adopting a lisp, he spoke.

"Pweeease pretty please! With sprinkles on top!"

"You're insufferable..."

Yuri growled, sounding defeated as he poured the pasta noodles into a pot of boiling water, followed by an additional pinch of salt. Setting aside his wooden spoon, the tiger turned around suddenly with a wide grin on his face.

"They'rrre grrrreat!"

He exclaimed, crossing his arms and giving Bolt a wink. The impression was so uncannily on point Bolt could not help himself. He burst out laughing, muffled slightly by the pacifier bulb in his muzzle as he wheezed for breath. It was utterly unexpected, the dog had not expected the tiger's regular mature and dignified demeanor to turn so silly so quickly.

He's totally different than at work.

Bolt thought, realizing the depth of the tiger's character and why Cinder was so fond of him. Rolling his eyes, Yuri gave Cinder a glare though his eyes held a hint of twinkle in them. Speaking with his back turned, the tiger said matter-of-factly.

"Now go set the table for us, we've got a guest to feed."