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The Fox and the Ram (pt 4)

"How did I let you talk me into this," the ram blushes as he hangs his head.

"Because you know you like it." I tease back.

I walk behind him and swat his padded butt, he whines and tugs his shirt down. I freaking love eating sushi since he introduced me to it, so we're at our favorite place. The hostess knows us simply by, "crunch roll family." I giggle a little, if only they knew. It's one of those little restaurants in a big complex that nobody knows about but the food is always amazing. It had a big red sign and the windows were decorated with Asian design.

"Feels different when you're the cub doesn't it," I jokingly ask but the ram is focused on the padding between his legs and can't respond. He looks kind of disoriented as he crinkles behind me in a cubbish daze. "You ok, Nick?" He can't even respond. His face is so red. Damn he is so freaking adorable!! "D'aww it's ok cubby." I give him a big hug before we get to the door. I open the door for him but he stands in front of it. Face still crimson he shakes his head, "I don't think I want to do this fox."

"Why should it be different for you? I had to do things I didn't want to. 'No one will notice your big crinkly cubby butt,'" I giggle out using his own line on him. I end up having to almost push him through the door. He's such a cute cub, how did I not know??

A middle aged, very skinny, female bunny greets us and sits us at our usual table. Her fur is always snow white. I joke with her, telling her how pretty she looks in that shirt and how amazing her fur looks today, she smiles with a slight blush, how she doesn't know we're gay is beyond me. She doesn't even bother to hand me a menu, "how many crunchy rolls would you like," she asks. I laugh and reply, "I think just two rolls for now." She nods and walks away to put our order in.

The ram has been a shadow since we came in, walking behind me silently and sits down with a loud crinkle. The look on his face was so amazingly priceless. I find it hard to describe the surprise, humiliation and submission written all over his face. I grab his paw and smile, he looks so scared. His voice is really high pitched with the few words he does say. If this were a cartoon, hearts would be flying all around me as I stare into his nervous eyes. Is this what he sees when he looks at me while I'm amidst humiliating despair? All I want to do is comfort him with a hug but I think he might pass out with embarrassment. And he calls me shy; jeez he looks like he's going to cry.

The bunny returns with our food, in response to what she calls us I say, "thank you, crunch roll lady," giggling at how very clever I am... anyhow. The ram might be blushing but I swear this guy would bite your hand off if you tried to take something off his plate - not that I was one to do that, I think it's rude. "Hey ram, did you notice the waterfall in the corner?"He rolls his eyes, "of course! I eat here all the time," he replies with his maw full of rice, then stops... "Oh, I get what you're saying. Running water, ha ha," he says in a sarcastic tone. I raise my eyebrow, "are you getting an attitude cub," I say with a slight growl. He lowers his head and replies weakly, "no fox, I'm sorry." His cheeks are finally normal colored but when I pat his head they turn bright red again. "Aww, you're such a cutie," I whisper to him. Bunnies are known for their good hearing, they probably heard me. The ram whimpers softly. I swear he looks like he might just start bawling, so I put my paw on his and smile at him. "You don't have to do this again if you don't want to, you look like you're going to cry," I say to him in a soft voice. He just goes back to eating.

Damn chop sticks! Ugh, all I want is a fork! The ram laughs at me as I fumble around with the confounded sticks. Dropping, spinning, flailing and getting my food everywhere but my maw. My cheeks tinge red as I whine, "Humph, I feel like a cub learning to eat." The ram giggles and his cheeks fade back to their normal color, "I was just going to say that," he says with a smirk. I have rice all over my clothes by now but I'm freaking determined this time though, the past few times we've eaten here I've been using my paws: that's what a cub that can't use eating utensils does. The ram helps me position them in my paw and shows me how to pinch the sushi. I nearly drop it but I snap and catch it in my maw... once again I'm the one blushing and looking like a cub. Damn these confounded contraptions! I pout with a red face as I contemplate eating with my paws again. Finally, I get a piece into my maw like a civilized fur. Good thing no one but us is in the restaurant, aside from staff of course. They were laughing at me too! The hostess brought me a set of chopsticks with a napkin between them and a rubber band binding them... it's the set up they give cubs to teach them how to use chop sticks. If I didn't know better, I would say this was the ram's doing. I thank her with my face bright red and she pats my head. What the hell! I swear sometimes it seems like everyone knows I'm a babyfur!

I look at the rig and whine a bit but I'm hungry, the ram can't stop laughing. No one laughs except him and everything goes back to business. Grr, that totally killed my dominant stature and now the ram is being cocky and teasing me for not knowing how to feed myself. Then all of a sudden he starts blushing again and goes back to quietly eating. I pay no mind to it and finish off my food. We leave the host a 20 dollar tip -- like we do every week -- and I lead him out. He's super quiet and blushy... *sniff sniff* I smell something fimilar with my keen canine nose. Soaked ram! I am so wishing I brought a change for him, so I could get revenge for the store incident. Oh well, he's going to have to sit in a soaked diaper for the 30 minute car ride home anyhow. I just pretend not to notice. But I hear a slight squish with every crinkle as he walks to the passenger door.

When we arrive home I have to piss badly. The ram is starting to leak and is whimpering in despair. I lead him inside and close the apartment door behind us. I grope his squishy diaper and push it up into his growing cock. He whimpers loudly and gasps as I release it. "Fox I'm so horny right now," he subtly hints to me. I un-tape his soaked diaper and let it drop to the floor. "Awww, someone's been a busy cubby, obviously too busy to use a potty. You soaked your entire diaper! You're such a good cub, yes you are," I tease. The ram is whimpering and his face is red but his cock is now leaking pre.

I push him onto the bed and lift his legs, grinding the crotch of my pants on his exposed tail hole. He moans and murrs loudly. I pull another diaper out of the bag next to my bed and the ram whines. "You're not going to fuck me foxy," he cries out, practically begging me. "In good time ram," I reply while I snugly tape on the diaper. "You told me something that really makes you blush; are you ready cub?" His eyes open wide and he shakes his head, "please no, not that!" I pull down the back of his diaper and release my completely full bladder into his padding. The ram whimpers and squirms a bit as my hot piss gets absorbed into his diaper. I smack his rump and order him to quit moving. He obediently obeys and sits still, still whimpering loudly.

"What's that, hmm? You say you want me to put you in a skirt and fuck you like the little bitch lamb you are?" I didn't have a skirt but I can tell he's enjoying the humiliation. I tell him to stand in the corner like the bad cub he is and wait for me to say he can come out before he can move. Once again, he obediently obeys without a word of sass. I undress quietly in the other room, taking time to lube my cock up generously and wanting to keep Nick trapped in my scent. The ram is amazingly trustworthy, I expected him to be sitting on the bed with the diaper off but no, he still has his nose in the corner. He squirms his legs in discomfort while I sneak back out.

I walk up quietly behind him with my cock fully hard and lubed. He begins to ask if he can come out but is interrupted by a loud gasp followed by an even louder moan. With no warning I pull his diaper down and jam my cock into his tail hole. He bucks away in surprise... of course being against the wall, he has nowhere to go. The ram slams into the wall gasping, moaning and gritting his teeth as I relentlessly pound my 6 ½" cock into his tail hole. Fuck he's so hot! I love the feeling of his soft, warm hole. I grab his horns as I rapidly slam my cock in and out of his tail hole. "Mmm, I've never had handlebars to hold on to while I'm riding," i growl into his ear. He begs me to cum in him. I assume only because he was being devastated and he needed relief.

I started feeling bad for him after about 45 minutes though. He was whimpering and panting as his spent body made no resistance to my intruding cock. His hole was fairly stretched and loose by now. "I've c-came three times already and I'm about to cum again," he cries out between moans, sounding defeated and submissive. Oh murr, his hole got so freaking tight all of a sudden. The ram gasps and cries out in ecstasy as he shoots another load of cum against the wall. I bite his neck violently hard and he groans in pain. Both his paws have been in the air this whole time because I've been holding them there. So, he's been pawlessly cumming this whole time!? I groan and finally shoot my seed into the ram after 90 minutes of no mercy sex. The ram collapses against me panting and I hold him tight in my arms.

"Did you have fun ram?"

"Oh my god fox."

"So is that a good thing," I ask

"Just... oh my god fox, you made me cum pawless four times!"

I nibble on his neck and wag my tail. "Good to know that I can milk you like a female," I giggle. The ram is too tired to argue and we cuddle for a minute before he hops up. "Ready for a shower," he asks .I nod in response and follow him to the bathroom. He turns the water on and we kiss for a few minutes till the water gets warm. "I love you ram, spending time with you is always a joy," I say with red cheeks. The ram softly head butts me and replies, "I love you too fox, wish I could say the same though," he teases, sticking his tongue out at me. I splash some water at him and we wash each other off. I always love cleaning off with him. I actually think my hygiene has improved since he started washing me. I knew that even after being permitted to be the dom for the day, at heart I was his, "subby-wittle-cubby-butt."

This time I throw a towel over the rams head and shake off before he can pacify my all so important canine-fur-shake-off. I stick my tongue out at him, since I rarely get to do it. Only domesticated animals are denied a shake off. And I was no... hey is he grabbing the collar. No not the collar! Oh god why!! I scamper off as he chases me around the apartment. We both fall over giggling and I put my paws up in submission. He closes my green collar around my neck, the tags read "if found, please change and call (his phone number)." Every time I read that tag it caused me to blush. It was his "gift" to me and I wore it proudly, I was his fox and I couldn't be happier.

To be continued...