In the Paws of a Puppy
Authors notes: Okay, first off this story DOES NOT include ADULT FUR on TODDLER FUR, so don't even get that idea. There is, however certainly points where ageplay is blantantly heavy and, yes, heavy usage of diapering materials and products. There will also be points in the story where a toddler fur might be lightly introduced beyond just the standard daily interactions but let the record show that there is abosoulutly no sexual interaction between him and the other characters in said story!!!!! Now secondly, there is a pretty continuos prescence of poligamy throughout but only to a limited caliber. In other words while they are sexually active with multiple partners it remains a closed selection of individuals who are all aware of where they stand in regards to each others emtions. Short and sweet: two of the characters are a couple, the third is a friend with benifets. All of them have a unique kink. Hope you can pick up on what they are before the story fully reveals it. Lastly this is very far from what I normally write so there will be a few spots that might seem 'unusual' to anybody who has read anything else of mine. Still I mantian it was a very pleasent story and needed to be posted. So enjoy! ~Willace <>
________________________________________________________________________ Characters in this story: Robbie: A little dalmation puppy between four and five years old Dave: A raccoon in high-school who cub-sits for Robbie on the weekends Ryan: A Husky that dave and blake let join in on their fun Blake: Dave's boyfriend, an artic fox, who is nearly four seven older ________________________________________________________________________
In the Paws of a Puppy
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"Okay Robbie, I want you to be a good boy while mommy and daddy are out tonight." Nassie told the little spotted pup, patting him on the head. "Dave will be your puppysitter tonight and I want you to be really, really well behaved for him." She informed the young cub while pointing over at short-statured raccoon. "Do what he says and go to bed when he says, got it little mister?" Robbie nodded and mumbled out an obediant 'uh-huh.' It wasn't the first time Dave had been his cub-sitter so the little boy had a pretty good idea how to push his buttons and still stay out of trouble. "Davey's my favorite!" Robbie exclaimed joyfully grinning ear to ear, folding his little arms in a hugging motion. Tonight would be a peice of cake for the young pup. "We have lots of fun!"
The teenager walked up and ruffled the fur on Robbie's head. "Yeah, we will little buddy. Now tell mommy and daddy goodnight. I'll have to put you to bed before they get back." The pup walked up them and hugged his parents goodnight for the evening "We'll miss you honey, and rember we love you." With that said, his parents kissed him goodbye and shut the door behind them. "So little Robbie...wanna' play?" A finger in his mouth, Robbie walked over to his toybox and sat beside it. "I want to play trains tonight Davey." He demanded.
"Hmmm, and did you eat supper yet?" The teenage racoon asked the child already knowing the answer. "Nooooo..." Robbie replied, starring sadly at the carpet inbetween his paws. Yucky vegitables had to eaten before playing could be had. The young pup knew that. Remosefully he got up, walked out to the kitchen, and reached for the lightswitch. Hopping up and down on his tippy-toes Robbie tried his hardest to reach it but just wasn't tall enough. "Davey... Helwp meh pweaze..." A familiar whine, and one that easily got on Dave's nerves.
"Say it right and I will." The cub-sitter instructed walking away from the front door out to the kitchen. In Robbie's mind it was bad enough he had to eat yucky food he didn't even like, but it was almost unberible that Dave made him wear a bib and talk like a 'biggy-boy.' After failing a couple more times, Robbie gave in and asked as polietly as he could. "Puh-leaze help me Dave. " he pleaded putting emphasise on the wrong sylyabols.
Uh-oh, Dave thought. Robbie only called him 'Dave' when he was getting mad. To avoid the arising temper-tandrom he decied to help out. Swooping the cub up in both arms Dave let little Robbie reach out and turn on the kitchen light. It made a satisfying 'click' as his chubby digit pressed down on the flip-switch. "Yay, we did it Davey!" Well back to 'Davey' again, the teenager thought in relief. He sat the smiling child back on the floor and patted his shoulder encouragingly. "Good job small-stuff." Dave congradudated him.
"Hey! Don't call me small!" Robbie whined out in the same tone as before. "Opps I'm sorry Rob, how could I forget, you're a big boy now arn't you? Just look at you! in no time at all you'll be just as tall as me!" Pinching the toddlers cheecks Dave thought of how to trick him into eating all of supper. "Do you know what biggy-boys do?" He asked the pup, watching the dalmation's eyes light up in antcipation. "What? What? What?!?" The eager puppy begged to hear, his tail wagging side to side. "They eat they're dinner all up and then they get to stay up late."
"Weally?" Robbie asked while his green eyes gleemed with excitement, his little paws clasped together infront of him as if begging. "I eat all my suppers tonight, Davey, I promise!" It worked perfectly, and the teenager breathed a sigh of relief. Without being told to, Robbie raced around the kitcen, searching for all the things he would need to complete his meal. A fresh white bib which slid over his head, plastic spoon and forks he pulled from the droors with some difficultly and lastly; his booster-seat. Dave would have to help him move that.
Once his place had been set the little cub climbed ackwardly up into his chair and waited. The microwave dinged and Dave brought him out a plate of left-overs. "Enjoy, little, erh, I mean big guy." Setting the plate before Robbie, he watch the little boy go at his food with unrivialed enthuesiasim. "Whoa, slow down their trooper, you're gonna' give yourself hiccups if you keep that up. Eat it a little more slowly and you might be able to taste it." Robbie looked at him confused. Slowing just a little, all he thought about was how he wanted to get back to playing trains. A meal eaten ment play time. Besides who wanted to taste how bad vegtibles were?
"All done!" he announced proudly lifting his plate at Dave. A little bif of the peas were left scatterd in keptchup, but why fight it. No sense in making a big deal over something so trival Dave thought. "Can I play trains yet?" the cub asked, setting the dish back down and toying with his food stained paws. "Wash up first Robbie, then yes, we'll play trains." he unlatchewd the food-tray with a loud pop, scampperd down, and ran out to the sink. Dave follwed close behind and then turned on the faucet. To reach the inside of the sink Robbie hopped up in dave's arms again. "Jeez, getting a little heavy, arn't ya' big guy?" Dave joked setting him back down. He was ignored. The toddler could think of only one thing. "Come play with me Davey!" he called rushing away as fast as his little legs would let him.
It was the puppy's favorite thing, making Dave play with him, he practically lived for it. The red train was the only one he couldln't let anyone use, evidently it was 'special.' It blinked and whisled and had a nice wieght to it. Not too heavy for the young pup, but solid enough to be played roughly with. It was also a great point of leverage. Should Robbie misbehave, one mention of removal brought a swift change in attitude.
Turning off the lights as he went, Dave made his way out to the living room. Robbie was busy already serching for his favorite toy. Approaching to play second banana to the little enginer, Dave's cellphone began to buzz. "Why's your pants making noises Davey?" Redirecting his attention, the little pup ask abaddoning his search. "It's just my phone Robbie, I have to take this call," he said digging the ringing mobile out of his jean-shorts. "You keep looking for that red engine and I'll be right there after this." Glancing at the display, Dave felt his tail twitch in happy surprise. "Hey there foxy, what's up?" He answerd dropping his voice to lustful whisper.
On the other of the line an artic fox named Blake snickered. "All nine inches, now how about you come over and fix that?" Dave's ear's perked and let out an invoulintary murr. his shorts started to become uncomfortable as an excited member began to enlarge. "Davey, what's that?" A puzzled look formed on the cub's face. Embaressed Dave, gave the pup the silient finger to his lips and walked in the next room. Feeling a little more secure, Dave contiuned after re-adjusting himself. "Trust me my little fox, I would like too but I'm here at Robbie's." A pause and things began to turn inside the fox's mind. "Oh, sounds hot, is this Robbie cute?" Blake inquired unaware of the situation. That was the line, Dave couldn't control his laughter. "What? I told you before didn't I? Robbie is just a puppy I'm cub-sitting. If you want to hook-up tonight I suppose we could but first I have to wait until ten-thirty when his parents get back; when I'm done sitting." Dissapointed the quick-witted fox made a sugestion. "How about I just come down there and give you something to really sit on?"
Considering the situation made Dave's pants become tighter. "Let me put the little fellow to bed and then I'll put you to bed. The adress is the fourth door down from my place. See you soon hottie." He hung up the phone and walked out to Robbie, drumming up an excuse for an early bed-time. True, he did promise the cub he could stay up later but he had other things on his mind. Namley his boyfriend's crotch.
Racking his brain for an reason to send the cub to bed so early, Dave came up short. Nothing could sastify the obvious question that would arise. Maybe a bribe would work instead? "Hey there big fellow you know what we forgot about?" Robbie walked up to Dave and did his best to look all the way up into his eyes, awaiting an answer. He didn't really have to strain that much though. Dave wasn't exactly the tallest 'coon arond. "We forgot dessert!" Suscess. The young pup's expression was pure entisement. "I'll let you have as much as you want of anything you can think of, but you have to go to bed early, okay?"Seeming like a fair trade off, Robbie conscented and waddled off towards his high-chair again. Dave sent a frantic text for his stud to stall for a few minutes.
"Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!" Robbie called out from his booster seat. Serving a nice, thick slice of choclate delicousness he found in the fridge, Dave marveled at his own genious. If Robbie ate even half of the cake before him, he'd passed out from the sheer number of calories wieghing him down. It didn't hurt that it left a good impression of him either.
The air was soon saturated with the smells of chocolate and frosting, Robbie had devoured the entire chunk. "Wow, you're an eating machine, arn't ya?" Dave asked the pup in amazement. "Davey, my tummy feels funny..." the little pup complaind wrapping his arms around his stomach. Opps gave him too much, he thought helping the child down to the carpet. "Better go take a nap then until you feel better, okay little tyke?" Robbie opened his maw to complain about the nick-name but found no words. Instead his belly gurrgled and made a shwishing sound. "Uuuughhh, Bedtime dah... Davey..." he informed the racoon and lifted his paws towards him. "...Up pweeze."
Carefully, Dave picked him up. Too hastily and he would have a second view of the cake. He took the young cub to his room at the top of the stairs and down the hall. On his way there Dave felt a vibrating in his pants-pocket. It was his lusty little fox asking if time to make his apperance. No, just a few more seconds, Dave replied and stepped into the cub's room. Inside the teenager took a moment to admire the design. It was plasterd in bright colors and mountains of toys were piled here and there. A stack of blankets and over-night diapers were next to the bed but Robbie had been dry for quite some time. No need to waste any unnessicary time with such a thing as that. Afterall Robbie was a 'biggy-boy' now, wasn't he?
"Do you wanna' pick out a plushie to snuggle with?" Dave asked the young cub laying him gently into race-car bed. Closing his eyes the toodler mumbled an inaubale response. Picking up the first one within reach, Dave tucked it under Robbie's arm, kissed him goodnight, and then shut the door after turning out the lights. "There you go, sleep well; I know I will too." The suggestive comment fell upom deaf ears.
Another text message, this time giving afframation. God, tonight would be amazing, Dave thought making his way back down the stairs. He hadn't been layed for a while. True, Blake was a bit of a selfish lover, but it would still be good enough to relieve the tension. A knock on the front door made him double his pace. After a qucik glance through the peep-hole he opend it, welcoming in a very well-built fox. His pure white fur shown in great contrast to the dimming sky behind him as he closed the front door. One look upwards into his orange eyes gave Dave a clear idea of how the night would be.
"You're still wearing clothes? I thought you knew I was coming over to see you." By now, Dave understood how Blake joked around. On the surface his remarks seemed a little demeaning but the two really cared for one another. "Oh hush, you still got your clothes on too, well mostly." He retaliated, taking a moment to admire what Blake was wearing. Or maybe how little he was wearing. A thin black muscle shirt that ran down just below his ribs; leaving his perfect abs exposed for all to see. His lower half just as scrumptious, cut-off deniem shorst that had less fabric to them than his shirt. The only thing that kept his underwear concealed had to be the fact that Blake was wearing a thong, at least that's what Dave hoped.
"Fair enough," Blake moved in for a quick kiss and then flashed a flirty look at his boyfriend. "So I have a little proposal for you." he announced holding up his paw and pinching his thumb and inddex fingers together. This couldn't be good Dave thought, taking a deep breath and asked "Yeah, what's that?"
A dirty little thought crept into his head and it showed in his smile "I'm thinking of a number, guess what it is." Knowing exaclty what he was angling for, Dave held up three fingers and dropped his gaze to the floor in tired bemusement. "Right! What a smart little 'coon you are. They teach you that in your advance math class?" Adjusting his face to eyelevel again Dave huffed in a mock irratance. Knowing nothing he could say would disuade Blake's drive to add another playmate, he made the obvious offer. "Should I call him or should you?" The answer was one Dave wasn't expecting, but still not that great of a surprise to him. "You can, bit first let's take some time just to ourselves," A sensual touch to his boyfriend's shoulder, the fox rested his paw against Dave's hoodie. "Things are gonna' get prety warm, so you might want to take this off; seeing how it is spring. Besides I never really favored the entire 'long-sleve with knee-length shorts' look you've had going on recently. "
Compleint, the teenager pulled it up over his head, his t-shirt underneath trail up his chest and showed off a little of his mid-section. As it did his less than muscular figure displayed itself. "I know, I know. I've gained a few pounds this last month." Not to proudly confessing the truth behind the slight pot-belly. "But damn 'B;' you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find the time to exercise along with everything else I'm doing. So yeah, I wiegh twentey more pounds since the last time you saw me shirtless."
A hug and a reassuring smile. "Listen sugar, I don't give half a damn about that. You and I are about more than just that. If you want the truth though, I think you makes it look good. Now you know you're still my little soft-tailed coony, right?" Nothing would contain the rush of emotions bursting forth, not after such a sweet sentiment as that.
"Awwww, I fucking love you Blake! I want you to take me, right here in the doorway." He announced brazenly colapsing himself into a hugging embrace; his shorter body only messuring up to his lover's pecs. Dave motioned at the rug underneath them with a free paw and grinned toothfully. While it was a difficult offer to pass up, there was a better altenitive. In the far corner of the room sat a 'L' shaped love seat that would provide ample support and seemed just about the perfect height. The only question that remained was how to introduce the idea. That took care of itself. "Come on, sit down with me, maybe take a few more pieces of my clothing off." Tails twitching and swaying side-to-side, the pair made their way over to the seat.
With a deffning thud, Blake's body landed on the chair. Dave placed himself in his lover's lap, propped upon his knees and looked into his eyes once more. It was all the young fox could do to restrain the buldge appering in his shorts. "I feel that, Blake. If that get's any bigger it's not gonna' fit in those tiny shorts."
"Well I'll just have to fit it somewhere else then." Blake fired back, slowly starting to stroke his mate's back. "Dammit, paws above my belt Blake!" An excited racoon demanded as his boyfriends fingers slipped below the waist-line. Accepting that perhaps it was a bit premature for such a direct route to the prize he saught, the fox strummed his way back to Dave's sholuders. "Okay, but don't lie, soft-tail, you loved it. I see the semi you're sporting". Yes, he was getting hard, but tonight there would be fore-play. Dave would make sure of that.
"So do somthing about it then, Blake; maybe with the semi you're growing." He intended to. Pushing down on the racoon's shoulder, Blake attempted to bring them together intametly. Despite numorus tries, the angle Dave was sitting wouldn't allow it. Instead it simply gave his sack a genlte bounce each time. "I don't think this is what you're going for, but that feels great on my balls." murred the racoon, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. The rough gringing through jeans was doing wonders for the fox as well. His tiny shorts could hardly contain the massive buldge as he pushed himself harder and harder at Dave. Each time made the young fox felt his shaft slid a little further out. His partner moaned as Blake's cherry-red unit finally slid past his thong and even out of the leg of his denim cut-offs.
"Cum on my shorts I'll be so pissed at you." A stern warning from Dave as he began slowing his bouncing to a stop. That would be the last thing he'd need. Imagine trying to expalin away a spooge stain to Robbie's parents seem a comical Idea. The actual thing would far from humorus though. "Is that so, Sugar? Maybe I find angry teenagers hot. See that would only make it all the harder not to jizz."
"No, what you think is hot is stuffing me full from both ends with the help of our good friend Ryan." Being bested by a highschooler wasn't too flattering for the fox. Still hard Blake found it difficult to argure with that logic. "Guess ya' have a point," a momentary pause letting Dave catcht a glimps of his lover's hard-on below him. "Maybe it's time ta' make the call then?"
"Nope." a smart-aleck tone of voice with a firm smile upon his face and between his legs. "I suddenly can't talk on the phone unless I'm being sucked off." A shot in the dark. But even shots in the dark hit their marks sometimes. Blake wrapped his arms tightly around the raccoon's back and forcefully lunged Dave to the spot next to him. "Push your luck too far sugar and I'll make you regret it." Kneeling between his legs, Blake unzipped each of their pants and then dug out a phone form Dave's. "Here, now start dialing." Each number pressed brought Blake's tounge firmer against the tent Dave had pitched in his silk boxer shorts. "Pretty in pink, huh sugar? Figures." Remarked the vulp between licks. "Oh hush up, it's ringing." A few rings and then a familiar voice answerd on the other line.
"Hey hey there softie, what's poppin'?" Dave cringed. Blake was doing a good job making it difficult to respond. "Nothing, nothing too much. Just spending time with my...~shudder~ my favorite fox. Wondering if you wanted to get in on that..."
"Sounds great to me. You two at your place, his or making your way down to mine?" An obiouvs assumption but wrong on all accounts. Blake double his pace and put his muzzle inside Dave's boxers for a better angle.
"Na.... No we're... ~Huff~ We're at a house a... ~HUFF~ a few doors down. The adress is... is... is... GOD DAMN THAT HURTS! Stop using your TEETH!" Ryan burst into laghter. "What? Tell Blake not to get you off 'til I swing on by. Now what was that adress?" The young Raccoon regained his composure and lifted Blake's head out of his crotch. "We're a few doors down from my place, there's a green mail box out front. If you don't hurry up, you-know-who is gonna split me in half without you." He pressed the little red button and tossed the phone down to chair. "Teeth, huh? That's a new one."
"Better not get the same idea when Ryan gets here. Now, you wanna get your cuddles before he shows up?" With a passionate paw Dave ruffled the tip of his lover's tail and patted where he was once sitting. "Let's ride babe." A scuffle of arms, legs, and clothes left the two on top of each other, grinding away at one another's lower halves.
Thirty minutes passed by in this fashion before Blake pulled himself off of his lovers waist. "Damn, where is he?" The question was ignored and Dave pulled the fox's body closer once more. Rocking, shaking, trembling, their ambitous paws reached every hidden inch of one anothers jublent bodies. In the midst of the pleasurble dispaly a knock echoed from behind the engraved front door. "Guy's, you in there?" Uncertainty in his voice, Ryan stood waiting. They seperated from the embrace and Dave made his way for the entrance of the house, adjusting the ruffled collar of his tee-shirt as he walked.
On the poarch stood a rugged Husky, drassed half in drag. His normally white fur was Dyed green, and looked as if his mini skirt would fall off at a moment's notice. "Okay, what's this about Ry?" The entire outfit clashed with his the canine's macho personality. Offering little explanantion he simply blew a kiss, strolled inside, and over to where Blake was sitting. Taking the wrinkled spot next to him Ryan settled himself on the love chair and looked around. "Who's place IS this? Looks like a kid lives here..."
Shutting the door and returning to the chair, the raccoon rolled his eyes. "Duh, I'm cubsitting here. The little tyke's out for the count already. So how'd ya' boys wanna' go about this?" Blake and Ryan looked at one another and then back at Dave with toothy grins. He felt his tail go from up to down, a nervous smile forming one his face. "Ha... Hold on, we can't be to loud or else Robbie will..." Dave was cut-off with a deffiant shout from Ryan. "One Two Three, Get HIM!" the husky raored and the pair pounced at Dave, pinning him beneathe their bodies. He struggled playfully, grasping at Ryan's netted shirt and Blake's luscious flowing tail. "Keep fighting we like it," The fox murred, fingers peeling off various articales of everyone's clothing.
An arm between a pair of legs and a tail in someone elses mouth, Dave swooned. The constant push and pull of his partners was heating him up; fast. An undetermined set of paws press down and made an attempt to open his maw. With a forceful jab, the raccoon felt one of the fingers trail into his mouth and across his tounge. "Yeah, that'll work nicely..." The fem-boy's voice sounded a little sinister, the shadow he cast down helped to amplify the tone. A buldge appeard beneath the pleaded skirt and pushed its way into a tent. Eagerly the raccoon lifted his fuzzy tail to bring his boyfriend into the action. It was a welcome advance as he felt the fox met his request. It was straight to business with Blake, a firm thrust sent the other two playmates lunged in the opposite direction. Soft growls let both Blake and Ryan know it had been a while. "Awe what's the matter Softie, all tight and sore?" Dave made an attempt at rebuttle but the husky found ways to silience him.
Ryan's enormous tip was practically a mouthful, spreading his maw as far open as possible. Dave closed his eyes and sucked. And sucked. And sucked. It wasn't anything he wasn't prepared for, ending up on the bottom of the pile, being plowed from both ends. And for as vigerous as his boyfriend was at his rump, it hardly compared to what was pounding away at his throat. "You gonna' keep it in your mouth this time, Softie?"
"Nah, give the poor 'coon a facial." Blake answerd for him. This time the right to blow a load in his boyfrined was resevered for his mate only; not for the a boy-toy. The frisky canine was only overjoyed to oblige. Making a messy, wet pop, Ryan yanked his throbbing length and aimed it straight for the helpless raccoon's face. "Fahhckkk right!" he exclaimed wildly, cluthcing his engorged knot insided his slippy digits. Dave couldn't do a thing except watch for the expected on-coming fire. Not like he wouldn't just love seeing the final hoorah from his canind playmate. So with great enjoyment Dave stared awestruck while that slick meat ozzed all that it had stored in the orbs below. Two then three, then four powerful ropes of semen jutted out and splattered in small gushes here and there. Heat resinated from a few spots and Dave basked in unrivaled bliss, a pounding pleasure still searing through his rump and a delicous scent of 'male juice' coated his fruffy maw.
"Gooooooooooodddd little soft-tail. Now lick off Ry-ry's cum cause I have some more to give you." As any good subby boyfriend would, Dave eagerly followed Blake's advice. Flapping a long drippy tongue he cleared his face the best he could while feeling his hind-end being torn open. "Well you two keep playing I'ma be right back. I just got an Idea I KNOW you two will simply adore." announced the third memeber leaving the pile for a brief stint. Out of sight and out of mind went the jade shaded husky. Two frisky lovers continued to mesh there bodies together, groaning and moaning through every breath.
In and out, Blake was sure to drive every single inch he had stariaght to Dave's pleasure zone. So much pre-seminal fluid had spilt out of the whimpering racoon's narrow opening it was perfect fit around Swelled tool. Like fingers in glover it edged against a rigidly lined trail, massaging along the way to a place of ultimate and unending sastisfaction. Each stroke inward he whined, and every time the white fox withdrew his mate swooned. He could barely hold on anymore. Dave's very spine tingled at the vuline's many caresses into a secret spot given by a beautiful nature. Cum spilled out and across the floor beneath the couple, a tiny worry that could easily be wiped way when the time came. For now it was merely a chance to revel in the afterglow of being so magnicifantly drilled into.
Being a mess of fluids form both ends a sex-wearied raccoon gave up to his body's want of tranquility. "My.... my god, that was amazing Blake! Who knew you could fuck so perfectly?" Gentle kisses to the back of his head was all the more of an answer he recieced and his lover slowed to a stop, drawing his soaked meat out slighty from the insides his 'prey.' "You're plenty welocome sugar." Murred out a breathless artic fox, his body still in it's hardest state. "Hey, wait a moment where'd our other party-player bouce out to? He'll miss the grand finallie."
Egotistical as it was, the older male craved for the chance of an audinace when it came to loose loving. Blake soon returned with a huge grin on his face and his pwas behind his back. "So three guesses what I have here." He chuckled devinatly while eyeing the rambuctious display before him. Neither play-mate could offer any response other than a look of bewildered amusement. Ryan was always full of surpirses, indicated by his new 'look' or the fact that he had his fur professionally dyed green. "Hold up, Softie." mumurred Blake dismounting his lover, lewd nosies slipping out as his organ withdrew and their bodies seperated.
"Alright, you got me; what is it?" he asked as his memeber refused to retreat back into its furry home. Dave also sat up, his froffy tail encircling his waist. Chiming in the distance a clock sounded the hour and a certain sled dog started to curl his tail with wicked joy at the still unknown item. "Well I figured that Soft tail there is so young, he pracitcally the baby of the group. And what do baby's need?" A scoff rushed out of the artic fox's muzzle. Dave's eyes feel to the carpet and blushed. He had no idea what Ryan was up to but he was sure it would end up being filled with kinks. So with all the cunning in his body, one very mischevios sled dog displayed his little 'surprise' to the others.
"Diapers!?! Oh come on! Now I have done alotta' things but that has to be where I draw the line." Blake was quick to voice his objection yet Dave remained speachless. For a moment it almost looked like a smirk flashed across his face, his black bandit-mask peaking up for just a breath then lowering agian. After another moment of drinking in their response Ryan let a deep, throaty chuckle bellow out and took a few steps closer. "Oh, they're not for you. Coonie here knows just who this little gift's intended for, don't cha'?" he asked while mussing the Dave's head-fur with a rough paw.
Now it was Blake's turn to be stunned into silence. Could Ryan really be serious? Was he honestly expecting such a serious and reserved raccoon like Dave to wiling participate in something so demeaning? His answer was soon given. Sitting with legs crossed the youngest of the three spoke up. "Well, I was wondering when you were going to bring this up infront of my boyfriend." Standing a little hesitantly Dave looked like he had a pleathera of secrets to confess. The truth, he only ever kept this one from his lover. It was the only detail in his life left unknown to the fox but through trepidations of fate the husky had become privvy to it. So with his line of sight still angled down, he cleared his throat and scuffed at the carpet beneath him; childishly grinning. "One night, Ryan and I were really drunk..." His voice cracked. But not with sorrow or sadness. It bore a hint of merriment, a little timber in his words that resembled enjoyment of the very story he was telling.
"We were so smashed and he asked what got me off. I didn't want to tell him. Hell, I really don't feel comfortable saying this right now but... you really shoulda' been the first to know. We, Ryan and me, talked about the sex we had in the past before you and I were a couple. How he good but not like, erm, 'couple good.' That's why he always digs hanging with us. Anyhow, he told me that his fetsih would get in the way of serious a relationship. Because he told me his kink I told him mine, I like being treated like a cub. Ya' know diapers and binkies and that sorta' thing. Kinda' why Robbie is a big part of my life. Ya' know, cub-sitting him helps me feel comfortable with the notion." Dave paused for a moment, sucking in his breath as his chubby tummy moved inward with the breath. "So... too much info?" Instantly the artic fox shook his head. He couldn't care one way or the other what really turned his mate on. The proof of which, a gleaming smile, was drizzled across his teary face.
"Listen to you sugar, talking like such a big adult. Shouldn't you be on your back, tucked tight in your diaper?" Dave gasped. He was dumbfounded at how well his mate took it all in, chewing it over and just going alone with it. "Well, you haven't gotten off yet though. I like to make iit sexual sometimes though. But... I'm not sure how to handle this one" The raccoon's observations were a little blunt but true none-the-less. "I'll take one for the team," Ryan laughed lifting whatever remaining tension there was. Notably he was a pure one-hundred percent top, it would take nothing short of a miracle for the sled-dog to offer up his puckered passage-way for play. After they all had a good laugh Blake shook his head. "Grab a seat guys, I think we should have a fox to dog to 'coon talk."
He felt his sheath itch as his young mate bent over, securing his underware once more. "Uh-uh, we're not going to let you get your clothes back on just yet soft tail. You'll have a much better alternative covering for your crotch. I think you know what I mean, right?" A subtle nod from the vulpine to the canine and Ryan tossed him the padded underpants. "Now back to the love-seat. I think we can make it live up to it's name." Converging on the leather-covered chair, the two mates sat side by side while the canine took to the lower part of the chair. It was no coiencident, Dave stragically placing himself like this. It was easy to set his plan into action, resting his back in his lover's lap while extending his legs down to Ryan's spot. "Does my little cub soft tail need diaperd?" Blake asked, eyeing the dressing for compatible size. Forutntly it was so very sreachy of a thing and Dave was rather on the shorter side for a teen his age.
"Oh yes daddy, please." Murred the raccoon, allowing his mind to slip into a likeness of his younger days. Tactfully he reached out and nudged Ryan with his hindpaw. He did his best to let the emrald husky know it was time to display the fetish that he also hid. "Well, how cute for Softie, having a luvin' daddy. While you were gettin the 'baby' all dressed for his nappy, I saw little softie's paws look awefully dirty. Would either of you mind if I... cleaned them?" No objections came from the pair, just two equally large smiles. So the rugged looking husky shifted himself, crouching bent over on his elbows; two brown paws now mere inches from his muzzle. With a loud slurp a very generous tongue caressed the paw-pad before it, sending the owner in to giggles. "Th... that tic... tickles!" Exclaimed Dave while Blake bent his other leg, bringing the 'coon's knee above his ruffly brown chest. "Oh hush little tyke. Let Ry-ry give your toes a bath. It's nappie time now and you need to behave or else no bottle before bed." Swooned a smpathetically smiling fox. "Now hold still so I can put your diapey on you good and proper."
Everything was going so perfectly. While his boyfriend slipped a crinkly diaper up his thighs (with some difficulty) their boy-toy lavished his paw-pads and toes with sloppy kisses. For as much as he didn't want to admit it, this little charade was heating up the well-built fox too. A tiny glistening tip of red flesh climbed out of his frizzy white sheath. He hoped it would go unknowtice. Apperently his new found cub was more observant than expected. "Daddy's happy?" Dave asked and nestled his maw closer to the growing appendage, giving it a sniff of 'youthfull' curiosity.' "Sure... Why don't you show how much you love him, little Davey? Go ahead and suck on your dad's stiffy. It's just like a baby bottle, ya' know? Do it well enough and you'll get some... 'milk' to drink before your nap."
Every breath was now the greatest moment in time for each of the males. Ryan sucked bravely on Dave's big toe while pawing himself feircly all the while Blake felt a wet tounge tease at his length; spilling drool over it and urging it into freedom. Compassionatly the fox whisperd adorable sentiments in a silly tone to his boyfriend. And hidden behind a thick, noisy covering Dave's shaft grew so hard. His pre-fluids soaking the inside of his diaper as they seeped out of his firm flesh. The end was sure to be soon. Dave could taste a thick, rich flow of liquid arousal intensifying. The very notion of what it signaled sent a shiver of ectasy through his spine, thrusting him over the edge once more.In mind-shattering bliss he fought down the thralls of his second orgasm and pushed his lips to the base of his lover's slick meat. Choking it down as his toes culed Dave huffed through his nose, heavily panting and swaying. Ryan was a second behind, pounding at his own length he blew past the limit. Hastily he arched back on his knees and sent creamy ropes of cum splattering on the wiggling paws infront of him. Still not even that distracted the bobbing head amongst the white fox's lap. Loud and wet pops escaped and a flat tongue did its best to snake around the engourged rod. "Ooooohhhh, fuhhhh.... fuck, dave... Dave! Dave! Dave!!!" Shouted the artic vulp, throwing his head to the ceiling and clenching the his mate's ear. It wasn't a plea to stop, that much was clear. It was, to some degree, both a warning of the end arriving and an exclimation of unbriddaled happieness. With eyes locked shut tightly and a long bushy tail completely out of control Blake thrusted upwards, spilling his load straight into his little 'coon's maw. The sensations, the scents, the sheer power behind it all, was too much to withstand. Despite his strongest efforts Dave just couldn't keep it all in his mouth. No throat in the world could swallow down that much spunk that quickly. Spurting out of the cornors of his mouth, semen leak down Dave's cheek and cooled. It was forgotten and the pull of sleep began to set in. Through tired eyes he glanced down to Ryan and then back to the smiling face above him.
"Hey sugar... you're daddy's special guy. I know you probably are tired now but you can only take quick nappy, okay? Gotta' be up to take care of robbie when his folks get back." Blake cooed, watching the tired eyelids in his lap flutter listfully. Ryan gave one last lick to Dave's paws and then stood up to streach. "You two are so fuckin' romantic that it hurts." Laughed the green husky, collecting his clothing. "I'mma' pop out now. Happy cuddles." He give a tired wave to Blakeand said his goodbyes while Dave layed snuggled up, on the fast track to dream-land. Naturally, for as little as he was wearing when he arrived, it took no time at all for him to dress. As Ryan left the door gave a loud ~thud~ when it closed behind him and Dave jolted up. "Hey, easy there sugar. Just the door. You act like it could that old thing could wake the dead." Explained his lover, tenderly stroking the raccoon's fur. His touch was so warm, so relaxing, and Dave practically fell back into the fox's legs. He rested his weary head there, stuck between a dream and the pleasent feelings from before that still grasped around his mind.
Minutes escaped like seconds and in what seemed like a mere blink the clock chimmed once again. Dave, feeling better than he could ever remember feeling before, sat up. His lover had slumped his head against the wall and seemed to be lost in a dream. His face was adorned with a silly looking grin. 'What is he smilling about?' Dave giggled to himself and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. Or at least tried to. Something heavy was in the way. At first touch it felt like an over-sized pillow. Sadly he couldn't recall any sitting in the love seat. Another prodding and fear suddenly grasped the teen. He felt body heat, soft puppy fur and heard a tiny yip. "Davey... No tickles...." Gasped a voice, but not the one he had hoped to hear. No this wasn't his sweet and caring new daddy fox baby-talking him. It was Robbie!
Immediatly he flew into a panic. Dave couldn't lift his head to see the if the pup was awake, that would just be stupid. If he did that Robbie would have a clear view of Blake's naughty parts. Instead he did his best to angle his eyes upward. Fortunetly from what he could tell the little dalamation was just as sound asleep as Blake. "Psst... Psst! Blake! Wake the fuck up!" Dave whispered after tilting his maw away from the young child. Unaware of the situation before them, Blake came to and his mouth smacked loudly. After a long yawn he peered down to his lap, totally oblivious to the little pup sitting next to him. "What is it sugar, time for me to get ready and leave?" Dave was terrifeid that his mate would wake the sleeping child, his bandit marked face frozn in place.
"Hush!" Hissed the teen. "Look beside you!" Not sure why his lover was acting in such a manner Blake just shrugged and took a glance to the left."Oh how goddam adorable! Your lil' guy must have been lonely upstair. Guess he wondered down here after we passed out." Laughed Blake, turning his attention back to the paralyzed teen. Dave didn't see the humopr in the situation. "Blake! You're fucking stark naked! I'm in one of his fucking diapers! THIS IS SERIOUS!!! What if he saw us earlier?!? Awe, man I am so dead..." With a reassuing pat to the raccoon's padded bottem Blake shook his head. "I think you're over reacting. This is a cub we're talking about here. We would have noticed, or heard him, if he snuck down during... all that. Besides, the pup probably thinks all guys wear diapers when they sleep." Dave finally let himself calm down and glanced back up to Robbie. "Just get up slowly, put your shorts back on and hand me mine. Once we're dressed take him back to bed. I imagaine it's about time for his folks to be back soon anyhow. Whatever you do... Don't panic. This really isn't a 'big deal,' okay?"
Admitting that his boyfriend was right, Dave stood up and rushed for his clothes; stuffing his underware down the sleeve of his hoodie. No time to make a proper change afterall. Once he fastend his shorts around the puffy diaper he tossed Blake his thong and shorts too. Tactfully the artic fox slipped the tiny cut-offs around himself and stood. "Alright Softie. One last kiss before I go." There lips met briefly, yet intamitly and then parted again. Taking his shirt from the floor Blake scuffled tiredly for the front door. "Be seeing you, soon... Davey." Blake called out and then vanished to the outside, mindful not to slam the door as Ryan did.
Once he was fully dressed again Dave turned his attention back to little Robbie. The spotted cub sat there so peacefully; it was a shame he'd have to wake him. "Well, maybe I don't." Mused the raccoon. Slowly he walked across the toom to the Tv, snapped it on and lowered the volume. Cub cartoons, how very appropirate. Turning once more the teen made his way for the L-shaped chair. He sat with a light sigh and inched close to the pup; wrapping an arm around him. Robbie's eye's peeked open for a moment and a smile filled his face. "I love you Davey," murred the cub, cuddling into the embrace. Their bodies warmed one another and Dave grnned back. "I love you too, litt... er, big guy."
A tear of happiness slipped from his eyes and he reclined, his mind taken by the bliss of the evening. It felt like the night had opened a door to a world of possiblites, leaving him more satisfied than he ever thought possible. This was the best life he could ever hope for. "I love you too, Robbie." Repeated dave in a soft hush. Arms tucked tightly together, leaving them to enjoy the rest of the night in mirrored embrace, one 'cub' hugging another.