Diners, Diapers, and Dames by Bunny Hops

Rick's Diner was this tiny archaic restaurant on a desolate corner just south of Museum Mile in Los Angeles. If it hadn't been around since the 1950s it sure as hell looked like it. Chrome adorned every corner garish abandon. The same appalling disregard to modern fashion was applied to Karen's pale pink uniform, complete with white lace frills on all the edges and an oversized nametag across her breast. The dress was cut scandalously low for the '50s, but was unremarkably tame for today's standards, which was a relief considering the golden retriever's current predicament.

Not only was it a Monday morning, but the night before she began her heat cycle. Before she went to bed the night before she had to search around for her hygienic panties--which were nothing better than thin pull-up diapers--so she wouldn't be smelling up the restaurant, getting all her male patrons unconsciously randy, and soaking through her panties.

Karen sat in her car, mentally preparing herself for the day. She patted her dress down, making sure the fabric of her uniform contoured to her body by cupping her breasts lightly. She had on her thinnest bra--a necessity to keep her sensitive nipples from becoming sore and raw by the end of the day--that only barely hid the shape of her nipples. Her patting tapped at the sides of her diaper, feeling the plastic crinkle, but relieved she couldn't actually hear it.

She glanced around the parking lot and knew she was relatively alone. She snuck her paw to her crotch, pressing the absorbent padding into her swollen cunt and squeezed her legs together. She closed her eyes tight as an electric tingle coursed up from her loins. She kept her paw still and held her breath. This was the reason for the diaper: already she could feel them becoming saturated.

She straightened herself out and exited her car, ready for the workday ahead. On the way in she swayed her tail and flipped out her floppy ears, bouncing her golden canine curls. She smiled at herself, feeling sexy and letting her young retriever hips rock from side to side. Even with the diaper Karen couldn't help but feel warm and beautiful: that was one of the advantages of being in heat.

She went past the dumpster to the back door of the diner, which they kept unlocked during normal business hours so the busboys can get in and out. Once inside she took a sharp right into the employee changing room, which was hardly ever used for its intended purpose. Sure, she used the little half-lockers covering the walls, but mostly the girls just used the area to hang out away from the guys during breaks, who generally occupied the kitchen during their downtime.

Karen was early, but Lorelei, that twenty-something Springer spaniel, was there with her back to the door, zipping up the back of her uniform. Briefly Karen saw her furry back where the two irregular color spots on her shoulder blades, unobstructed by any bra. The spaniel could have altered her uniform and sown support in, but that thought left her mind when Lorelei turned around, her perky breasts bobbing freely save for her tight uniform pressing them into her body.

"Hey, Karen," the spaniel beamed briefly when she noticed the golden retriever, "How was your weekend?"

"Good, I guess," she said with a shrug as she pushed herself farther into the little changing room. "Went by too fast, like all of them. How about yourself?"

"It was fantastic," Lorelei said with enthusiast paw gestures. "I went to this kickass party on Friday night. Plenty of really cute guys there and a few seriously hot ones, too."

"Sounds like a lot of fun," Karen was feeling flush. Her neither region was begging as her friend continued.

Lorelei's voice went down to a whisper, making sure no one outside the changing room heard, "I woke up next to this sexy buff buck Saturday morning. He rode me all night, but in the morning I got on top. Karen, dear, you should really come out with us sometime."

Her heart fluttered, "I would, but I don't even know what my parent's would do if I came home drunk, or if I didn't come back until the morning."

"Suit yourself. Any time you want to go out, though, you're more than welcome."

They stayed and chit-chatted for a few more minutes before it was time for them to begin their shift. Lorelei left first, allowing time for Karen to give her diaper a quick check. It was soiled with her slick moist arousal, but the diaper did its job, leaving her feeling only a vague dampness. She couldn't smell her heat, either, but she gave her a spritz of perfume just to make sure none of the boys out there caught a whiff. She wasn't one to give into random come-ons, but how she was right now she couldn't trust herself.

Her shift started before the lunch rush, but there was still some stragglers coming in late to breakfast. These were the worst customers by far. Anyone eating breakfast at 10:30 in the morning on a Monday either had a horrible night the day before, or was some sad lump that took up a table for over an hour, didn't order much, and tipped even less.

Before she could check her tables, however, she sat a couple coming in for an early lunch. They were young, so they were probably just killing some time. This late in the summer one forgets all the joy and freedom of summer vacation. Before she decided to get a job to help pay for college, Karen loved to spend endless hours down by the beach and missed it immediately when classes began again.

Despite longing to be outside in the glorious sunshine, the golden retriever popped a perky smile and took the couple's order.

They were a cute couple, indeed. He was a slender red panda, and his date was a plump zebra. He ordered for them both, taking a Rueben sandwich for himself, and a turkey club with bacon for her.

That's about how her day went. She was able to keep her mind focused on work, which kept her excitement down to mere background noise. She caught glimpses that got her motor running, but expertly steadied herself mentally and calmed down.

Since she had done such a great job keeping herself in control all day, she didn't know what happened once her manager came in.

He wasn't the most attractive guy in the world, but when the human manager to the restaurant came inside the kitchen area, Karen immediately flocked to him.

"How are you doing today, sugar," she said to him and gave a tilted smile. "Glorious day we're having outside, isn't it."

He didn't get her subtly, and said, "You can't have the day off, Karen. We need all the waitresses working hard on days like this. Don't worry, though, people seem to tip better when it's nice out. And it is nice out today: not too hot, not too cool, sun shining brightly..."

She put her paw on his shoulder and said, "Darling, I wouldn't dream of leaving you all alone."

He didn't seem to notice, just let her paw drop and replied, "That's good. We may need some servers to work a little over time today as well."

He walked away, leaving her alone behind the counter with Lorelei.

The spaniel got up close with Karen, whispering loudly into the retriever's ear, "What are you doing?"

She shook her head, "I don't know. I'm...it's that time; I don't know what got over me there. I'm sorry, I'll be cool. I can control myself."

"Trust me; you don't want to fuck him. Humans are so...small."

Karen took a step back so he could put a paw to her maw and giggle.

"Just stay cool through work, Kare, and I'll show you ways to deal with your heat."

"You'd do that for me?"

Lorelei gave a little wink and went about her shift.

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The rest of the shift went without any upset, although both Karen and Lorelei ended up being asked to work a few hours overtime to finish out the day, which they both accepted. Who could say "no" to time-and-a-half?

She normally never used the changing room for its intended purpose, but tonight she just felt like she needed some fresh clothes immediately. She didn't live too far, but the traffic around her made it take forever; she would rather just change at the diner and get out of her dirty uniform and into a fresh, crisp diaper.

When she entered the room a flurry of flavor hit her nose, coursed to her brain, and tickled her twat. The musky sweet scent was thick and undeniable: another female in heat. The smell was obviously coming from the changing room, but it was empty aside from her. The golden retriever opened the lid of the trashcan.

Yup: a soiled hygienic diaper. Some other fem was definitely in heat, and from the size and style of the diaper, she suspected it was Kylee, the shimmering black mare. Come to think of it, Karen realized she was acting particularly slutty today, just like she, herself, had.

"What'cha doing?"

Great, it was Lorelei. No better way to redeem her actions with her human manager than to be caught staring at a dirty diaper in the changing room.

Before the retriever could respond, Lorelei continued, "Woo-wee, does it smell like heat in here."

A way out! She'll take it.

"Yea," she said, "someone left her diaper in the garbage here. The lid must not have been on that tight."

"Kare," the Springer spaniel put a paw on her shoulder and shut the door to the changing room, "It's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Karen lifted up the bottom of her dress, revealing her diaper, "I'm not ashamed, but the diaper in the trash isn't mine, either."

Karen smile as Lorelei let her paw from her shoulder. The retriever unzipped her dress and pulled it off, letting it crumble to the floor. She stood in front of the spaniel in her crinkled diaper and thin white bra with a look on her face that said, "What are you waiting for?"

Lorelei smiled, shrugged, and unzipped her dress. She carefully shimmied out of it, folding it neatly and placing it in her locker. The one thing that caught Karen's eye right off the bat was Lorelei's panties: she had none. The spaniel was wearing a hygienic diaper just like Karen, her supple breasts where not bound by any sort of bra, either. Karen could tell the spaniel was definitely in heat, as her nipples where rock hard and her areolas were a deep dark red.

Karen breathed in the musky heat scent that filled the room; some of it was hers, some of it was the mares, and some of it was from Lorelei. The retriever's mind fell away from her and it was like she was watching herself from her own eyes.

She closed the distance between them effortlessly. Karen let her muzzle rub against Lorelei's; she did note that the spaniel did not move her muzzle. Karen let her tongue find its way out of her mouth and softly touch Lorelei's mouth.

Before she knew what she was doing, the golden retriever slipped a paw to the warm front of the Springer spaniel's diaper. Lorelei inhaled a gasp at the pressure, but stayed where she was. Karen took the initiative and pressed her body up against her coworker's. She gently pushed her back up against the wall.

Karen spread her legs and pressed her loins up against Lorelei's. Their two diapers pressed together, letting out a puff of sticky sweet musk. The retriever's hands fell to the spaniel's hips, lying gracefully on the wide straps of the diaper. She pulled on the fabric, unfastening the hygienic underwear.

Karen slowly bent at the knees, letting her muzzle rub up against Lorelei's breasts as she passed them. She licked at the spaniel's luscious nipples, admiring their fleshy taste. She continued lowering herself down, letting her tongue roll on Lorelei's firm stomach. She gave her belly button a tender, probing lick.

She reached the Springer spaniel's diaper. It was hanging loosely, but still in place from the closed thighs. Slowly, gently, the golden retriever beckoned her legs to separate, and Lorelei complied with minimal hesitance. The diaper fell to the floor, exposing Lorelei's moist pink slit.

Karen wasted no time, sticking her muzzle into the soft pubic flesh of the spaniel and her tongue into the delectably wet, raw pussy. Lorelei inhaled sharply; she was obviously very sensitive down there from being in heat. The spaniel leaned back against the wall of lockers as her legs began to go limp. She splayed a paw on a locker door, and let the other paw rest gently on Karen's head as a not-so-subtle encouragement.

Karen's tongue rode the ridges of Lorelei's warm slit, not pressing hard enough to break through the seal. She reached her paws around the canine, cupping her firm ass on each cheek. She pulled her loins into her maw, pressing on the meaty tissue with her nose and tongue.

Finally, the retriever pushed her tongue hard enough to penetrate; she wasted no time in going straight for her clit. Upon making contact with her sex button, the spaniel quivered her legs and inhaled sharply. Karen dug her rough tongue across Lorelei's clit again with lots of friction, but little pressure. The spaniel responded by gripping the retriever's hair with her paw.

The golden retriever lowered her paws to the tender fold where ass met legs and slipped her fingers toward the Lorelei's inner thighs. With delicate pressure, she got the Springer spaniel to spread her legs farther, giving Karen a better vantage point to really have some fun.

She curled her tongue around and around. She pulled out the tried-and-true alphabet method and spelled out L-O-R-E-L-E-I inside her warm, meaty vag. When she got through her spelling, she pulled her head out of the dog's cunt and looked up as she licked her chomps. Her face was matted with spit and secretions.

Still looking up at Lorelei's perfectly smooth underboobs, Karen unfastened the side straps of her diaper, pulling it down to rest on the ground next to Lorelei's disrobed hygienic covering. With her pussy finally free, the sweet, sticky, musky, thick aroma of her aroused self quickly filled the small room. It seemed to overtake the smell of Lorelei and the mare's discarded diaper almost immediately.

Karen stuck her fingers in her dripping vagina, slathering the wetness over her bulbous clit and feeling the spikes of desire pierce her brain, transferring herself into another region. The world around her might as well have been gone. She could see it, but it wasn't there to her. All she cared about was this primal desire coursing through her synapses.

She got up off her crouch, standing toe to toe with the beautiful Springer spaniel. They locked eyes and saw the hunger in each other. Taboo or not, they wanted what they wanted.

Karen pressed her body against Lorelei. The two canines' breasts squashed against each other, making the golden retriever realize how awkward she was for still having her thin bra on; she couldn't--and wouldn't--allow herself to break the moment to take it off, though.

She positioned her thigh up against Lorelei's cunt, feeling the warm liquid seep through her fur. She pressed her own pussy up against the spaniel's upper thigh. She grinded her loins into her fur, feeling her wetness flow from her slit like a sponge being rung out.

The two canine's noses bumped and they again locked eyes. A moment passes as they just stared and became wholly aware of each other. Lorelei was the one to break the tension, bursting her tongue out to meet Karen's muzzle before zipping it back in her mouth. Karen returned the gesture by going for the full kiss.

They locked lips and curled their paws and arms around each others' heads. They squeezed their bodies together, rubbing their sensitive breasts together. Both of their clits radiated an avalanche of pleasure to the rest of their bodies.

Practically out of nowhere, Lorelei broke the embrace.

She touched her finger to Karen's muzzle, "One second, babe."

The Springer spaniel pulled herself away from the wall and Karen. She closed the distance to her locker and wasted no time digging through its cluttered contents. She pulled out the item she was looking for and slammed the locker shut. She held up a long, flexible, pink double sided dildo; the word "Eureka" was practically illuminated over her head.

As Lorelei rushed back to her lover, Karen unfastened her thin bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of their clothing. As the two came back together, the Springer spaniel pressed the length of the thick pink dildo up against the golden retriever's beaconing cunt. Karen closed her eyes and kissed Lorelei as her paws wrestled with the toy. She eventually got a good grip on an end and slid it into her pussy.

There was little resistance, as her body had lubed up itself as girls in heat are known to do. At the center of the flexible toy was a little ridge indicator; she slipped the dildo into her almost up to that point. She slid her paw down the length of the floppy dildo until she found the end. Still trying to lick the back of the spaniel's throat, the retriever fumbled her way to insert the other globular end of the dildo into the other canine.

Karen felt Lorelei flinch in her mouth at the sudden onset of penetrating pleasure. The golden retriever pushed the dildo deep into her pussy, then mashed her own body on top. This toy was better than any strap-on; both femmes were pleasantly pierced.

Lorelei let out a squeal. She reached her paws up and cupped Karen's tits, letting the retriever do all the work lower down. The spaniel pinched Karen's nipples, causing the canine to grind her teeth underneath an intoxicating grin.

Lorelei twisted her hips, letting the dildo massage deep inside of her. The Springer spaniel breathed deep and bit at the golden retriever's bottom lip as the head of the dildo rubbed up against her all-too-sensitive G-spot. In an instant a climaxing wave rushed over her, enveloping her senses.

Karen, too, was rushing towards an all too welcome ending. She couldn't have asked for a better time, being so close to the exquisitely hot Lorelei that she could feel her warm, taste her lips, and smell her cunt.

Lorelei bent her knees, letting the dildo slid almost all the way out of her. She buried her muzzle into Karen's tits as she let out a stifled moan. It had become too much for her, and her body finally reached the point of no return. She closed her eyes and bit down on the golden retriever's furry breast as a wave of uncontrollable ecstasy encompassed her. Her pussy swelled and let forth a torrent of silky fluids which dribbled to the floor.

Karen's own excitement rolled on, expounded by Lorelei's cumming. She leaned her head on Lorelei's shoulder and moved her paw to her own clit. She barely laid a finger on it before an electrical charge filled her entire body. She bit her lips and buried herself into Lorelei.

Together they moaned and grunted through clenched teeth as their minds contorted in the unrelenting gesticulation of elation. Even if their eyes where open, all they would have seen was the black narrowness of their desires.

Karen slipped in her footing, but she didn't realize this until her shoulder crashed up against a locker. Still, she didn't care.

Seconds ticked by, and slowly consciousness came around again.

Lorelei looked up to meet Karen's gaze. Both smiled to each other still in intoxication by their encounter. Their knees buckled and they came to rest entwined in each other's naked embrace. The dildo slipped out of Lorelei, but stayed planted deep inside the golden retriever.

"Now," Lorelei said sweetly into Karen's collarbone, "wasn't that much better than anything that human could have accomplished."

Karen squeezed her shoulder and gave her face a little lick. She hoped she could stay entwined with the Springer spaniel just a little longer before she had to pull on her clothes and go back to reality. She was more than perfectly content to stay where she was, with her pussy slowly dripping on the floor.