Damsel in Distress, A Diaperfur Adventure in Seven Episodes. Part Three (Conclusion)
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Damsel in Distress: A Diaperfur Adventure Tale in Seven Episodes
Part Three: Conclusion
This is a mature story so please be 18+. Astonishingly, given the subtitle, it involves furs in diapers as well as crossdressing and other things. It's also a romance/adventure story with characters in these situations that follows a plot, rather than a straightforward regression or sissification story. Don't like, don't read.
It is a continuation of [Damsel in Distress Part One](%5C)
and [Damsel in Distress Part Two](%5C)
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Plot recap:
For months and months the blue faction of boyish AB/DL furs struggled as their heroic outlaw leader, the black Lab Roger and his true-blue wolf cub sidekick, Rian, lost new recruits to the rival pink faction of AB/DL sissies, led by Roger's next-door neighbor and sister, the leopard Empress of sissies Calliope.
Thanks to the sissy fox princess Serafina, the boys obtained the plans for Calliope's new sissy academy, in exchange for a promise to rescue her from an unpleasantly long chastity punishment. But Serafina was being used by her scheming teammates to lure the boys into a trap! The boys at the school have narrowly escaped-only to learn from Serafina that they were never the Empress' real target!
With everyone who could help him engaged elsewhere, Calliope has cornered Rian, her brother's sidekick and Baby Blue's co-founder, in her apartment! The helpless wolf cub's mentor, Roger, and crush, Serafina, are both making their way there-but are they already too late? And could Baby Blue survive the loss of its "unturnable" number two to the sissy side?
Character recap:
Baby Blue leaders (Secret Circle members):
Roger: Leader and daddy to the Baby Blue boys, a black Labrador expert in water-based combat. Calliope's brother and neighbor. Escaped the pink trap and is en route to Callie's apartment.
Rian: Roger's true-blue wolf cub sidekick, Baby Blue's second-in-command and co-founder, social linchpin of the boys, and an ardent collector of cub gear. The shrimpy wolf has had more than playful contact with Serafina on previous missions.
Dex: A sensitive raccoon martial artist, Roger's second boy and Rian's close friend, Dex is Baby Blue's third-in-command and combat specialist. Out of commission at the moment after a defeat by Lin Lin.
Twitchy: The nervous, goggle-wearing bunny is the newest Circle member, just proved himself on his first combat mission, defeating Lin Lin. He ordinarily makes up BB's tech team at Hideout #4 with his partner, the pocket-sized but toolbox-carrying mouse and gadget engineer, Squeak.
The Pink team leaders (Empress and Ladies in Waiting):
Empress Calliope: Roger's leopardess sister and neighbor, leader of the sissies and headmistress of the soon-to-be sissy academy. She's crossed paths with the Baby Blue boys, but never engaged any of them personally-until now.
Princess Cassandra, a.k.a. Cassie: A huge, quiet sissy Newfoundland infallibly loyal to her mistress. The brawn and ofttimes reluctant disciplinarian of the pink faction. Out of commission after a failed attempt to capture Roger.
Princess Serafina: Formerly Roger's sidekick, Serafina turned to the sissy side many years ago and retains a keen awareness of what boys like, making her the most sexually experienced lady-in-waiting. Her ties to both teams make her a key advisor but also compromise her judgment because of past feelings for Roger and burgeoning ones for his sidekick Rian. Still in a chastity device as a punishment for past digressions. En route to Callie's apartment.
Lady Lin Lin: The newest lady in waiting, this undersized but hyper-competitive panda just made a nearly successful play to capture and sissify the entire boys' team and steal Serafina's princess crown, but was thwarted by the boy genius Twitchy.
Now, the conclusion.
Part Three: two episodes (total 5,400 words)
Episode 6. The Sidekick Steps Up!
Episode 7. Release!
Episode 6. The Sidekick Steps Up!
The leopardess flicked her fan open again and waved it in front of the shivering wolf cub's nose gently and teasingly as he stared after the vanished pacifier blankly.
"There there, sweetheart. There's no need to throw things," she chided him gently. "Why don't you relax and make yourself comfortable, dear? Just follow me."
Rian clenched his paws into as tight fists as he could. "I won't follow you," he said warningly. His legs and arms felt like lead weights. His mind felt foggy. What was wrong with him? He let all his weight go in an attempt to make himself heavy as Calliope grabbed his harness, but she pulled him along into the bedroom as easily as if he were a real cub and set him down on her canopied bed amidst its pillows and plushies. The room was lit only by candles. He found himself looking up at the ceiling; when the lights were off, it glittered with simulated stars. There was a faint buzzing in his ears.
Stepping away unconcernedly from the dazed wolf cub, Calliope gripped the handles in the center of the far wall of her bedroom, and Rian gasped as she slid the whole wall open to reveal a more extensive walk-in closet than he could have imagined.
Calliope smiled at his surprised reaction. "It's impressive, isn't it? You like playing dress-up, don't you, Adrian? I can tell. You're collecting such adorable outfits."
"Umm . . . yeah . . . I guess. " He fidgeted on the bed. He could have kicked himself. No, that wasn't the right answer. What was wrong with him? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to clear his head. His lupine nose twitched. There was another heavy scent in the air, besides Calliope's perfume. He couldn't place it, but he liked it. It made him tired, though.
He felt one of Calliope's paws rest between his ears and tussle his headfur affectionately as another unsnapped the front of his shorts and poked the front of his diaper. Rian shook his head. "I'm drrryyyy," he whined.
"Shhh!" Calliope hushed him sweetly, and the scent of her perfume flooded his nostrils. "I know."
"Yooou can't change me," he protested feebly as he felt her other paw reach down the front of his diaper, checking . . . no, that wasn't it. She squeezed the entire length of his wolfy wee-wee gently once, as though taking a measurement, clicked her tongue, and nodded, then withdrew her paw and patted him on the head again.
"Have you ever worn a dress, Adrian?" Calliope whispered into his ear.
The sailor-suited wolf cub shook his head firmly and gripped his chest tight with both paws, suddenly shivering. "I hate them!" he mustered, sticking his tongue out.
"Well," she said gently, laughing. "If you've never worn one . . . how do you know?"
Rian opened his muzzle, but felt flabbergasted and muttered, "I guess . . . I just do . . ." She had a point, though. No, no she didn't. What was wrong with him? He fell backwards on to the bed with a soft thump, spread-eagled, and stared up at the glittering stars on the ceiling.
"My brother and I do talk, you know. Why does he like you so?" she asked softly as she paced back to the closet. "Do you even know?"
"Because I . . . Because I don't like you!" he managed defiantly, sticking his tongue out. "And because I've done lots of missions! And I met him first, out of all the boys. So everyone in the group listens to me!"
"Seniority? A little pup like you?" Calliope laughed as she looked back at him. "I think he believes you're more special than that. I have a feeling I know what's special about you too, Adrian."
Rian squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could and felt one of his paws creeping toward his muzzle. "Because . . . because of . . . my friends . . ." He gripped the comforter on the bed as tightly as he could with one paw, speaking determinedly. "Because I have good friends! That makes me special. You can't make me forget about my friends. Whatever it is you're doing! And Roger and the other boys! I won't let you hurt them!"
"Why would I want to do that?" Calliope asked gently as she set her fan down and selected two dresses from the rack, eyeing the wolf on her bed appraisingly to pick out the appropriate sizes.
She approached the bed holding a dress on a hanger in each paw. "Oh, is it what happens in those silly cartoon shows he lets you watch? No, dear, I actually want you to think about your friends. Please. Go ahead, close your eyes." He did, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "And your darling little club. And why you're at the center of it. Is it because you're smart, like your bunny friend? What is his name?"
"Twitchy," said Rian smiling fondly as he recalled his occasional little brother bunny, then shook his head, suddenly feeling glum. "Well I'm not dumb but . . . not . . . not smart like him, no."
"Well," Calliope prodded gently as she laid the two dresses out on the bed on one side of him, "you must be strong, then. Like your raccoon friend." Rian, his eyes still closed, bit his lip and shook his head again, admitting, embarrassed, "I'm . . . kind of clumsy."
"Oh?" she asked in feigned surprise as she lowered his shorts and tugged at the tapes of his outer diapers. "I'm just wondering . . . well . . . why it is that they all look up to you so. Maybe if you think about the very beginning of this latest version of Roger's little club," she continued. "Maybe it would help you . . . figure it out."
Rian felt as though he were falling, weightless, thousands of miles. Then he wasn't in Calliope's bedroom at all. He was somewhere else, entirely, somewhere that, especially after the events of the last few days, felt like forever ago, an in-between phase that he could hardly remember, when things he now took for granted were still being explored, negotiated, worked out.
One Friday evening, 'Surprise! I made it Friday after all, Rog!' Rian had said, tail wagging and eyes bright, as the door of the darkened apartment slammed shut behind him, 'Mission accomplished! And a good thing! You don't know how much I need this right now. Wait until you see the stuff I . . .' the wolf dropped his diaper bag on to the floor with a thump and concluded quietly to himself, kicking at the air with one footpaw in disappointment, 'found this time.' He sighed. 'Or you could already have other plans.'
His Labrador mentor was watching a martial arts movie on the couch and eating from one of two bowls of popcorn on the coffee table. His bowl was about half-finished; the other one, not touched. 'Mmmmmmffff,' Rog mumbled as he fumbled for the remote and put the movie on pause, while forcing himself to swallow a mouthful of popcorn in one gulp. 'Come on in, Rian.'
'Roooog,' Rian said hesitantly as he padded over to his mentor's side and looked at the silent raccoon who sat all the way across from Roger on the couch. 'Who's this?' He tilted his head to look at the visitor curiously.
'Yo,' said the raccoon without taking his eyes off the screen.
'I'm Rian,' the wolf said cautiously. 'Roger's side . . . umm, friend. You look . . . kind of familiar . . . give me a minute . . . hey, do you sit in the back of my civics class?' He leaned suspiciously toward the visiting raccoon. His ears were on full alert, but he didn't hear any telltale crinkle as the coon shifted in his seat. 'Why are you here?'
'Well, Rian, this is a funny story,' Roger laughed, sounding a little embarrassed as he gestured for the wolf cub to sit between them on the couch, 'but Dex and I were just talking about martial arts movies, and it turns out my favorite barista here was a national junior champ in some kind of karate, and had a long list of accurate ones. It got him talking about things in such a way, that I sort of wondered, If this fellow needs a job, why is he serving me coffee instead of teaching cubs karate or working at a gym? Anyway, we've chatted a bunch of times now, since I realized Dex is at your school. He ended up with a few days of limbo before his new apartment lease starts, so I kind of . . .' Roger smiled and shrugged, looking abashed, 'offered him crash space, for one night anyway.'
'Regional champ,' the raccoon offered a correction, as he picked up some of the movie cases on the table and turned them over to see what else Roger had rented. 'I went to the nationals after senior year, but I didn't win.' He said nothing about the remainder of Roger's story.
'Oh. Okay,' Rian looked at the raccoon quizzically and continued to elbow the Lab, but Roger was either genuinely oblivious or pretending to be. 'Hey,' Rian tried, 'I went to one class from the mixed martial arts group at City College. It was . . . pretty embarrassing! I don't remember seeing you, though. Well, it's probably way too easy for someone like . . .'
'I'm giving it up,' Dex interrupted abruptly, then added, his tone softening but his eyes still glued to the movies on the table. 'It was just a high school thing. I'm not getting in the way of anything am I, Rog? I really can afford a motel room, don't worry about it.'
'Actually you kind of . . .' Rian started to say, but this time Roger elbowed him and quickly said, 'Nope. Rian and I are just going to grab some drinks. Do you want anything, Dex?'
The raccoon shook his head, gesturing at his own open can on the coffee table. 'I'm good.'
The wolf followed Roger into the kitchen anxiously, then rounded on him with a confrontational whisper as he opened the refrigerator. 'Your barista? Are you crazy? Doesn't he know anyfur else he can stay with? And if not, what's wrong with him? How long is he here for?'
Roger shrugged. 'Just tonight this time. We were still on for tomorrow night, after all.'
'What do you mean this time?' Rian tugged at the lab's elbow, and then had a sneaking suspicion. 'Rooog . . . I know I haven't seen him at a party. I thought we didn't do privates. At least not cold.'
Roger had just finished making a root beer float, Rian's favorite treat, and handed it to the wolf with a shrug that said, This is by way of apology. Then he whispered to the wolf cub, as quietly as he could, 'Sorry, little buddy. Kind of a critical case. Didn't know when else I'd ever have a way to actually get him here and maybe loosen him up a bit. No hard feelings if you want to split. Just wish me luck with it.'
'Oh, come on, just tell him the next party . . .' Rian started to say.
Roger cut him off as he dropped ice into his own soda, terminating the discussion with a sharp, final whisper that was the closest to impatience Rian had ever heard from the older fur: 'He's not recreational.'
'Oh,' said Rian, stunned, staring down at his footpaws and suddenly feeling selfish as he trudged back into the living room after Roger, preparing to get his things after he drank his soda.
Dex had finally eaten a couple pawfuls of popcorn and was walking around the room with his empty soda can in his paw. 'Do you have a recycling bin?' the recalcitrant raccoon asked. When Roger shook his head, the coon bent over and unzipped a side compartment of his own bulky overnight bag, which was on the floor near his seat on the couch, and put the aluminum can into it.
Rian blinked. 'You're kind of a . . . hardcore environmentalist I guess, Dex?' he asked in a feeble attempt to make small talk.
The raccoon stood up, relaxing a bit. 'Worse than that: vegetarian, too. Don't worry, I don't preach, but when it comes just to myself and my own little bit, yeah,' Dex said, the corner of his lip turning up in the start of a smile, and as he stretched his arms above his head Rian noticed with a start the folds of cloth peeking out above the waistband of his pants for the first time. 'I'm pretty dedicated.'
The wolf cub recalled what Roger had just told him and pictured the raccoon doing extra loads of laundry late at night-always, Rian imagined, by himself.
'Well it's nice to meet you, Dex,' Rian said spontaneously, and Roger tilted his head to watch his protege curiously. 'I hope you don't mind if I hang out with you guys for the rest of the weekend too. You are staying with Rog at least that long, right?' Then, acting on instinct, the wolf cub walked over to the raccoon and held out his root beer float with both paws. 'Do you like root beer floats? We made you one.'
'What a nice gesture.' The coon relaxed into a grin as he reached for it with both paws. 'Who doesn't?'
On Sunday morning, Rian lay behind Dex on Roger's towel-covered couch with both paws resting on the front of the raccoon's cloth diapers, breathing on the back of his flicking ears as the tip of Dex's tail twitched against his own naked chest. Rian licked the back of one of Dex's ears and spoke as he felt the front of Dex's diaper warm up: 'Ah, someone's a little wet. You know what that means.'
The coon moaned softly as Rian's paws pressed and the wolf cub continued, 'That's right, focus on what it should feel like from now on; I know you have the mental discipline to make this easier on yourself, Dex.'
Rian began to massage the front of the raccoon's squishy diapers gently and added, 'I can call in the bet now, right? If we can keep them fun for just 24 hours, you do me one big favor?' Dex nodded, taking a breath as Rian began squeezing gently. 'Give in to Roger. Let him take you to that dojo place one time. Take the test, see what happens. That's all. He'll be with you, whatever does. You can trust Rog to handle things.'
'Not what I expected. Why's that-' Dex inhaled sharply as Rian ran his tongue up the raccoon's neck-'a big favor for you?' he finished, confused.
'It isn't,' the wolf cub spoke softly, resting the edge of his muzzle on Dex's neck and licking up at his ear. 'It's one for a friend of mine.'
In the present Rian's eyes snapped open and he felt his whole body convulsed by a shudder, a tear streaming down his face as he stared vacantly up at the stars on Calliope's ceiling, which shimmered and swam in his field of vision.
The leopardess' scented paw brushed it away from his eyes gently. "Ah, you're back. It's okay," she whispered. "You see, you can't lie to me right now. Or to yourself. Can you? So what is it, that makes you special, compared to the others? Do you know yet?"
The front of his third diaper with the taped-in stuffer had just been opened and folded down, leaving him exposed, and he felt a distinct chill as he blurted out with involuntary pride, "I can help the other furs open up - and, and make them feel good about themselves! Some of the boys-even Dex, even Twitchy-they . . . they used to be so sad. It makes me sad just to remember it. I helped make them happy."
Then, with a gulp, he added, lowering his voice, suddenly feeling fearful and confused, "The other . . . boys. I can make other boys feel good. No one else there can . . ." he took a deep breath, "do that as well as me."
"Ah ha, Adrian," the leopardess purred with satisfaction, stroking his face gently with the back of one paw and leaning close to give his nose a single dainty lick with her slender tongue. "A breakthrough. You see-I thought it might be something like that. Now, you're making progress."
The wolf cub shivered as she turned his head sideways to look at the two dresses. One was a soft lavender color; the other was denim. He shook his head feebly and quaked. "No . . . I'm not a . . . I'm not . . . I've never worn . . . I've never done . . . And what I did . . . that's just with my paw. Only with my paws. Okay, footpaws and forepaws. But that's still only paws."
"Oh, don't worry so about your qualifications. This is an entry interview, dear," Calliope said soothingly. "I'm more interested in talent than in experience. Experience we can supply. And shouldn't your paws be put to . . . the best use? Isn't it more satisfying, making your friends feel special, than yourself? Don't you want to be even better at it? At making your friends feel good about themselves? You understand that that's more important than your own pleasure . . . don't you? A moment ago, I bet you remembered a time you didn't even cum. Probably didn't even try. Am I right? And that doesn't bother you, does it? Not one bit. No, you would do the same thing again. You are a very special boy, aren't you?"
Rian's head swam. He pawed a lot; there was no question. Probably too much, he would admit. If he had to choose he would certainly put his friends' needs first. That was true. He couldn't stand the thought of Dex hating his diapers again, or of Twitchy desperately engineering ever-more elaborate strategies to muffle the sound of his, quivering whenever he wore as though he would bolt straight into the nearest wall if anyone asked about a crinkle. Still, Rian gulped and quailed when he rolled his eyes back in his head to see what Calliope had placed on the mattress on the other side of him-a plastic chastity tube.
"You see I'm not trying to take you from your friends, Adrian," the leopardess said. The scent of her candles and incense hung heavy in the air, and the simulated stars on her ceiling hummed as they moved across the painted sky in a slow, carefully choreographed pattern. "I just want to teach you even more things you can share with them. Do for them. I want to help you give them a very special gift. You do care about your friends, don't you? With an intensity that very, very few boys can match."
"Why, you can go right back to them, after every school day, and share what you've learned with them. If you're dressed differently, well, that too would only be to make them feel more comfortable about it. About doing new things with you. You do care about them so. Please, look back at the dresses." She nudged his head gently, seeing that he had spied the tube. "And tell me-which of them would you like to try first?"
Rian quivered. He couldn't let this drag on; she would get harder and harder to fight the longer it lasted. If he tried the blue dress, he knew she would keep talking longer and try to get him to switch to the girlier one. He had outsmarted her this time! That was the only reason he reached out with one paw and, eyeing both dresses, batted wordlessly at the lavender one first . . . . Wasn't it?
"Excellent," she congratulated him, and he looked back up with benumbed horror, as he realized one of her paws was on his crotch with the device, and the other was reaching into her bosom. "Shh. Be still. Close your eyes if you wish. All I want, little Adrian, is to help you." He gasped as she withdrew a long cord hidden by the high neck of her dress and wrapped it around her wrist; several keys, some plastic and some metal, dangled on it.
"All I want," she continued, keeping one paw on the tube resting over his crotch as she took her eyes off him to shuffle through the keys on the strand, "is to help you do the right thing. For my brother. For your friends."
Calliope bent over him and held the key ring next to the device, looking for the matching key as she continued talking. "For the furs that you really care about. For the furs that you really love."
"That I care about," Rian repeated dreamily. "That I . . . that I . . . that I love."
Speaking the last word cut through the cobwebs in Rian's head and he opened his muzzle, inhaling sharply as though he had just burst out from underwater, as he remembered why he was in the apartment at all, why he had risked climbing up the busted fire escape, why he had talked all of his friends into taking this mission, why he was now facing his ultimate adversary, the one Roger had warned him never to fight.
Calliope, who had looked down at the device for a moment to click it shut and insert the key, gasped involuntarily as his small paws sprang up from the bed and gripped her larger wrists as tightly as they could.
"But," Rian spoke quickly, before the surprised leopardess could interrupt him, his voice building in confidence and volume with each word, "the fur that I love, and the only reason that I know how to make those boys feel good, is so girly that, boy parts or no, I wouldn't mistake her for a boy if she were wearing a three-piece suit."
He raised the leopardess' right paw off his crotch, and the unfastened chastity device fell on to the comforter.
"And I'll need that to make her feel good," he pressed on with a low growl, "because it's going in her tailhole. Just as soon . . ." and his left wrist slid through the entire cord of keys in Calliope's paw and clutched it tightly, yanking the whole ring of them out of her grip as he released her right paw, rolled off the bed, snatched up his discarded shorts, and broke into a sprint for the bathroom. "As I've finished my mission!" he called out behind him.
Calliope stared after him for a long moment, genuinely stunned, then called out, "Wait!" gathering up her skirts and hurrying to the bathroom, where the wolf had already hopped out the still-jacked-open window and made a leap from the isolated fourth-floor fire escape platform, over the missing section of the fire escape staircase.
"For goodness' sake, you'll-" she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that he had landed safely on the third-floor platform and was putting his shorts on. "Rian!" she started to call, but as soon as his shorts were on the wolf covered his ears firmly with both paws and shook his head at her, then began walking as speedily as he could down the remaining fire escape stairs with his arms still held that way.
"Out the window," she remarked in disbelief, shaking her head. "What else should I have expected? He really is just like Roger."
She strode back into the living room. On her way to the front door, though, she noticed her phone was flashing to indicate a missed call-from Cassandra-just as an insistent pounding began at the entrance.
"Of course," she said to herself, groaning inwardly. "I had to mention my brother's name out loud, didn't I?"
Episode 7. Release!
"Relax," Calliope said, as she unlocked the door and swung it open, calmly facing down the squirt gun that sprayed into her face and over the front of her dress, only flicking her ears and twitching her tail in mild annoyance. "He got away. He's fine."
When Roger didn't release the trigger and continued spraying her, she blocked its nozzle with one paw and added, reluctantly, "He even took Serafina's key. Actually, he took most of my keys. So I'll need to be a bit more creative with discipline at the new school, to start. I may have been getting in a rut anyway."
"No kidding? He did that!" Roger dropped his water pistol in surprise and laughed, wagging his tail. "Ha! My little buddy beat you up! I can't believe it! Well, he sure has turned out to be something special."
"Serafina is on her way here too," he added more seriously as he padded into the apartment without invitation and pushed the door shut behind him, settling on Calliope's couch and putting his still-sneakered feet up on her coffee table, ignoring her glares. "I got a radio message from my boys at the school. Rian will be heading back that way, so they'll probably run into each other. What do you think will happen there?"
"Oh, the usual thing," Calliope flopped down next to her brother on the couch, exhausted, and let out a long breath. "Serafina has been restrained for almost a month, and your boy has been working up his courage for at least six, so I imagine they'll have the best sex of their young lives."
"I mean," Rog added pointedly, "Do you think they'll last?"
"I certainly hope so," she turned her head sideways to look at him. "We worked hard enough at it."
Roger shrugged. "Nothing but the best for our favorites, right?"
Callie nodded, and added thoughtfully, "I just wish I had someone to soften up Lin Lin a bit. That girl is starting to grate."
"Way ahead of you," Roger just grinned at her. "I think I've put just the guy in play."
The siblings smiled at each other for a rare peaceful moment.
Then the Labrador's eyes glinted. "But you follow my lead this time. Holy not communicating, Callie! You came this close," he held up two fingers right against each other, "to breaking the rules, I swear! I ask for one thing, Let me do a test, you say, I say, Oh no, not one of your tests, radio silence, and next thing I know Serry is crying on me. She used to be one of mine, you know. And you know what I think about your routine. Orientation screening, my tail. Not on my boys, you don't. I thought we agreed those were off limits unless and until somefur goes to you on his own. If you hadn't just been shown up by a kid, I would be so furious at you right now! I already told you Rian and Serry were worth a try. I've worked closely with both of them, after all. That should be good enough for you. Just because I'm a little indulgent with my boys sometimes . . ."
The leopardess crossed her arms and snorted, cutting him off. "Yes, forgive me for not trusting your judgment! Can't imagine why I would have reservations about that. Not everyfur can appreciate a sissy, and Serafina is secretly quite romantic, you know. I won't have my darlings set up for heartbreak. Just because I'm a little protective of my girls . . ."
She shook her head in annoyance. "Indulgent!" she repeated his self-description contemptuously, just as Roger crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, muttering with disgust, "Protective!" Both siblings looked to opposite sides of the room and exclaimed at the same time, "That's an understatement!"
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Serafina had just stopped and leaned against a tree, panting, to catch her breath at the forested meet up site halfway between the apartment building and the school, when her ears pricked at a familiar voice.
"It is you that I smelled! Princess!" shouted the trench coat-wearing wolf cub as he caught sight of her and charged forward. "Sera-" his trench coat snagged on a branch and he, pressing forward blindly, tumbled out of it, rolling across the clearing to land flat on his stomach in front of her. "Serry," he concluded, smiling as he looked up, and extended his left paw, with a cord full of keys wrapped around it, into the air. "I brought you a present."
The vixen looked down at the shrimpy wolf, now wearing only his sailor suit, in sheer astonishment.
"Ow!" he added belatedly, and a puddle spread beneath him as he soaked his shorts through. "Umm," he blushed, still on the ground, "I took all these from the Empress. One of them must be yours. But she, umm, took all my diapers." He fidgeted and warned her, "So I kind of just wet my pants. Sorry."
Serafina dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him, rolling him over on to his back and out of his puddle, then crouching over him, giggling involuntarily at his sailor suit and its U. S. Cub Guard Rescue label and shaking her head. "Don't apologize," she said at once, yanking his shorts down with both her forepaws, pressing her muzzle to his. "I wouldn't have left you in them long anyway."
"Waaait," he whined, jangling the keychain on his left paw.
Serafina rolled off him, and he rose to his knees as she stood before him, fidgeting anxiously as he crawled under her green skirt and pulled down her plastic pants and diapers, unfastening them gently and letting them fall, for the moment, to the forest floor. He tried several of the keys before finding one that clicked the device open. It was fitting a little too tightly right then to simply clatter off, so the wolf cub carefully removed it with his paws and crawled back out, displaying the parts to Serafina. "Ta da! Magic!" he said as he held up the unfastened tube. "And for my next trick . . ." He threw it forwards, into the woods, as hard as he could. "Poof!"
Serafina tackled him and he tumbled to the ground. She pressed her tongue into his muzzle a second time. They kept rolling that way through three or four rolls, he and she alternately on top, the earliest layer of autumn leaves crunching under them, before they came to a halt, with her again crouching over him. The ring of keys had, in the course of their tumbles, fallen off Rian's paw, vanishing into the leaves and undergrowth.
Serafina started to lower herself to nuzzle at Rian's crotch, but he grabbed her muzzle with a gentle paw and shook it. The vixen looked up at him questioningly as he scooted out from under her. She remained in a crouch as he raised her skirt and pointed at the plastic pants he had set aside; her favorite naughty pair, the ones that said Fox. Wrong side up.
"I read your label," he whispered as he started to play under her tail with his left paw and leaned close over her, the tip of his erect cock rubbing against the edge of her tailhole.
She giggled and nodded over her shoulder at him, closing her eyes.
He saw one of her paws making for her own erect fox yiffer, but his right paw reached around her legs and got there first, just as he mounted his princess for the first time. "Let me do that," he whispered in her ear, then added, blushing as he entered her and started to stroke the sissy's own cock gently at the same moment, "I'm good at it."
The End
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