Serafina's Big Day: A Pink and Blue Diaperfur Romance
#10 of Pink and Blue
Serafina's Big Day: A Pink and Blue Diaperfur Romance in 6 Parts
kitncub
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19 February 2010
This is a mature story so please be 18+, and caught up on your homework, to read. It involves furs in diapers, crossdressing, ageplay, light pet play, boys on boys, and oral intercourse, among other things. It is also a silly romance story involving these elements (with a plot and character backstory) rather than a straight regression or sissification piece. Don't like any of that, don't read.
That being said, it is a lot lighter (and sillier, and has more sexual content) than the last one in this series. This story can be read out of sequence or alone, but it does continue the events of others in the Pink and Blue series:
[Newbie](%5C)
[Operation Baby Blue](%5C)
[Damsel in Distress](%5C)
[The Star Attractions](%5C)
And now . . .
In brief: The Baby Blue boys, under the command of their canine leader Roger and his lupine sidekick, Rian, fight an unending battle to preserve safe spaces for boyish play and protect the city's ageplayers from the Pink forces of sissification led by Roger's sister and neighbor, the leopardess Calliope, and headquartered at her feminizing Academy for Special Boys!
But in the midst of this deadly feud, love blossomed across enemy lines between the true-blue #2 wolf Rian and the sissyfox Princess Serafina, and, after Rian proved his mettle in a trial devised by the protective Calliope, the star-crossed lovers are openly dating.
Hence, the two hours' traffic of our stage.
Total: 12,000 words
Scene 1: Two Households
Scene 2: Here Comes Romeo
Scene 3: Cupid Painted Blind
Scene 4: Speak Low if You Speak Love
Scene 5: Command Performance
Scene 6: The Course of True Love
Cast of Characters:
Baby Blue Boys:
Roger, a Labrador retriever, is leader and daddy to the Baby Blue boys, and rival to the sissy leader Calliope-his sister and neighbor. He recently returned from a spring break spent with Rian.
Rian, his true-blue wolf cub sidekick, is an ardent collector of cub gear and social linchpin of the group. He is in love with Serafina, whom he is now dating, and a close friend to Twitchy and Dex. He recently returned from a spring break spent with Roger.
Dex, a sensitive raccoon martial artist, is Baby Blue's third-in-command and combat specialist. He wears diapers out of necessity following a severe tournament injury, a secret known to only a few of the boys. During spring break, Dex embarked on a daring rescue operation to save the missing Twitchy, even recruiting the aid of the boys' staunchest enemy, the panda Lin Lin. Out of respect for the panda, who had come to confide in him, he went along with her story afterward that she never really intended to help the boys.
The nervous, goggle-wearing bunny Twitchy makes up BB's tech team at Hideout #4 with his partner, the pocket-sized mouse and gadget engineer, Squeak. Dex rescued him when he was held captive by unscrupulous circus workers.
Ex-Boy Scouts Ace, a tough trailblazing lynx, and Jax, a soulful tracking hound, are members of Dex's special forces team and leaders of the boys' wilderness patrols, which keep the woods in Baby Blue territory clean and diaper-friendly.
The Pink Faction / Academy for Special Boys
Empress Calliope, a leopardess, is headmistress of the Academy for Special Boys, devoted to sissification and structured forms of ageplay based on dominance and submission. Although she seems aloof, Callie is intensely protective of her sissies-like Serafina-and tested Rian's devotion before she would allow their relationship.
Princess Cassandra, a sissy Newfoundland, is the brawn of the pink faction and Calliope's most trusted aide-de-camp. Home economics instructor at the Academy for Special Boys.
Princess Serafina, a high-ranking advisor to the Empress, defected from Roger's boys' club to become a sissy long ago. A popular teacher at the academy and the most sexually experienced pink team leader, her ties to both teams have kept her the most in tune with what boys want. She is in love with, and now dating, Rian.
Lady Lin Lin, an undersized but overachieving panda, is physical education instructor and a feared disciplinarian at the Academy for Special Boys. Left in charge during spring break, she helped Dex rescue Twitchy and came to trust the coon-then denied afterward that she had. Dex went along with her cover story.
Scene 1: Two Households
"Well, that was a long wait," the beaver sitting in front of the first row said, looking down at the yellow ruled notepad in front of him, tapping it with a pencil riddled with tooth marks.
"But it's good to see you again-" He read the name from his pad before looking up at the slight red fox on stage, "Serafina."
He chewed on the end of his pencil for a moment and shook his head. "I can't believe the water was shut off here this morning. One thing after another for this show, I tell you . . . I hope having to scramble for a bathroom wasn't a problem for you girls. We didn't quite expect this to take all day, but . . . so many of you showed up. I need to warn you now, in case you have plans later on: We're likely to go into a third round, too."
The sissyfox smoothed out her light green, ankle-length silk dress with one paw. She was a little uncomfortable, still, about wearing chest padding. That was for the occasion, and she had been careful not to overdo it. Her dress hung loose enough that the other, more familiar kind of padding on her rear wasn't visible, and a pair of snug white rubber pants muffled any crinkling. The inside front of her diaper was only the slightest bit wet, and she had used far too much lavender powder and baby oil this morning for it to give off any odor.
"I . . . found a bathroom, thanks," Serafina answered, smiling softly. "And I don't have any plans until tonight. I was just happy to get a call back." She paused for a long minute and then added, blushing, "I wasn't really sure about doing this, but . . . this is my favorite play. It's already a dream of mine, just to get this far."
She bit her lip before adding, hoping that she wasn't coming on too strong, "And I think you two really turned the city Shakespeare festival around when you took over last year. Staging The Tempest on the island in Great Hollow Lake was . . . really fun. And personally, I liked the fireworks."
The beaver nodded thoughtfully and looked from Serafina to the opossum seated behind his right shoulder. They whispered to each other for a moment while the sissyfox shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making sure the padding on her chest wouldn't slide around.
The beaver handed his notepad to the opposum, who turned it upside down, then sideways, holding it up to block off Serafina's lower body from his field of vision and eying her torso critically. He muttered something to the beaver and nodded. The beaver thumped his large tail once and stood up from his canvass director's chair. He began to twirl his pencil in one paw as he spoke.
"I'll be honest," the director said. "My partner and I are going out on a limb here. You have the scantiest resume of everyone we called back. But we are known as risk-takers, and there's something . . . different about you, compared to the other girls. You said earlier you did some school theater, and some summer stock. Not too recently, as I recall."
He tilted his head and eyed her curiously, stopping the motion of his pencil just as its eraser end pointed up toward Serafina's muzzle. "You really don't have any other acting experience?"
Serafina's eyes twinkled. "Can we . . . go on to the audition part? The answer to that question is . . . well . . ." She couldn't quite suppress the start of a grin. "You might not believe me if I told you. I would rather just read."
The beaver glanced over his shoulder at the opossum. The white little marsupial held the notepad sideways and raised it up directly in front of his eyes, looking down under it so he could only see Serafina's feet. Then he dropped it on his lap abruptly and waved one paw in a circle.
"All right," the beaver said, and raised his pencil, riddled with tiny punctures, slowly toward his large, protruding teeth. There was another resting on each of his ears, and three more sharpened ones visible in the chest pocket of his shirt. "I can't lay my forepaw on it, but there's just something about your Viola. You have a feel for her, I can tell. And most of these girls seem to find her really hard. She is, after all, pretending to be a boy for . . . so long before she gets to relax."
The sissyfox fidgeted as he continued speaking. "We'd like you to read something that isn't prepared this time, though, from another play." He stopped twirling his pencil and thrust out his forepaw, pointing its eraser end up at the podium in the middle of the stage. "It's there."
Serafina padded over to the podium and laid one paw on the piece of paper on it, tilting her head. Then she smiled, broadly, and let out a deep breath, visibly relaxing, before she stepped away from the podium and cleared her throat. "Two-" she started to say.
"Umm . . ." The beaver wagged his skeleton of a pencil at her and exchanged a quick, confused glance with his possum partner, who seemed equally flummoxed. " I said this was a straight reading. You can bring the paper with you."
The vixen held out her forepaws apologetically and shook her head. "I don't need to," she said calmly. "Trust me-I know how this one starts."
The director shrugged and motioned for her to continue, his pencil moving in a rhythm with Serafina's voice as she recited:
"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil paws unclean . . ."
**********
Crash! The pink radio flyer wagon skidded to a halt and fell over, spilling the three cardboard boxes that it had been carrying on to the ground.
Thump! The three sissy furs gathered around it flailed helplessly, falling on their rears entangled in a mesh throwing net.
Click! The lynx in a Safari outfit, who had just thrown it over them, drew a paintball gun from his belt and pointed it at the smugglers sideways.
"I said,'Stop right there!' at the trailhead!" Ace snapped. "But here will have to do!"
His partner, a black and brown-mottled tracking hound with a Boy Scout sash over his khaki uniform, pounced on the boxes and whipped a Swiss army knife out of his pocket, slicing the first box open rapidly.
The captive girls giggled as Jax opened the first box and his face fell in dismay. He looked sadly up to Ace as he held up a sample of its contents in one paw-a purple My Little Pony toy.
Ace shook his head and snorted. "Good job, Mr. Nose. Check the others at least."
"Hmph," Jax wrinkled his face up as he moved on to the next box and thrust his paws inside. He tossed a Strawberry shortcake doll over his shoulder. "Plastic is plastic; I can only do so much, you know!"
Ace snatched the walkie talkie off his belt and it came alive with static as he hit the transmit button: "We've been played, Dex! The wagon was a decoy! The girls who broke and ran away from the others must have the real goods!"
The radio crackled back at him. "I'm on it! They're headed toward the river!" answered the raccoon in a yellow karate uniform on the opposite end of the walkie talkie, who had just leapt onto the low-hanging limb of a tree some hundred yards away. Dex eyed the three sissy furs running through the woods fifteen feet below him and leapt to one neighboring branch, then another, dogging their trail and catching himself each time with all four paws and his tail.
As they picked up speed and approached the riverbank, each of the girls reached inside her busty dress and pulled out a small white cardboard carton. Dex looked from the girls to the river and sized up the situation quickly. This was a cinch. They'd have to put the boxes down to swim across. The water was too deep for wading. As soon as they did, he'd hit them all and grab the goods. He dropped from his current perch on to the forest floor, landing softly on his two footpaws and left forepaw at the same time that his right paw reached for the paintball gun on his belt.
"End of the line, girls!" he snapped. "Paws in the air if you want to keep those dresses pretty!"
As he did, though, he heard a familiar voice call from the other side of the river, "Throw and dive! Now!" The three sissies, who pressed onward without even turning at Dex's threat, hurled the cardboard boxes with all their might and two other girls, flanking a petite black-and-white panda wearing a Hello Kitty sweatshirt on the other side of the river, caught them.
Lin Lin caught the third herself. She and the two others had been waiting somewhere nearby-in the trees or behind the rocks-on the opposite side of the riverbank. The girls on Dex's side of the river dove straight into the water and began swimming the breast stroke across just as Dex stood upright and gritted his teeth, pointing his paintball gun directly at the smirking panda.
"That's contraband!" the coon threatened, waving his paintball gun at her. "And it's going to be destroyed like the others we've seized! Any program based on the mass use of chastity devices is a violation of our treaty! I demand to know why you're stockpiling those tubes! What are you planning over there? And why are you carting them through Baby Blue territory?"
The panda smiled at him archly. "Nothing but diapers in these boxes, Dexie," she said innocently, shaking the carton in her paws. It rattled.
The raccoon growled and stepped into the water as the three swimming girls neared the opposite shore, finger closing around the trigger of his paintball gun. "We'll see about that!"
"Uh uh uh." The panda raised a paw and wagged it at him, grinning. "Across this river lies the Enchanted Forest. None of those nasty toys allowed on academy grounds. Somebody could put an eye out." She smiled icily. "That's also in our treaty, Coonkit Cop."
Dex shoved the paintball gun back into its holster. "I'm still checking those cartons!" he snapped, and started to wade into the water.
Lin Lin shook her head as the three swimming girls reached the opposite shore and flopped onto the sand, then started to wring out their skirts. "And no fighting either," she chided. "It would scare away the unicorns! You're always welcome on the other side as my tea party guest, though, Dex." Her eyes glinted as she added, with mocking sweetness, "Provided you're attired appropriately."
Dex stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms. The panda crossed hers too. They glared at each other across the churning eddies of the river.
In Hideout #4, a white rabbit with a pair of safety goggles settled on his forehead sat in front of three blinking computer monitors and typed rapidly as his eyes flickered between all three screens, each alight with a satellite-image map and a series of mobile blue and red dots. He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at the Dalmatian laying on his stomach on the floor, who was struggling to construct something functional from a LEGO robotics kit. "Another team got through the blockade!" Twitchy exclaimed.
Kyle grimaced. "These run-and-raid missions are really getting out of paw," the dog yapped. "I don't think there's ever been this much fighting before. If this pace keeps up, it's going to be all-out war!"
"Squeak!" echoed the overall-clad mouse, who was perched on the Dalmatian's shoulder, watching the dog's progress critically and every so often hopping up and down and insistently pointing him toward the correct piece or toward a paragraph in the instruction manual.
The bunny took a deep breath as the dots on another screen began moving. "You're telling me!" he complained. "It's all Squeak and I can do to keep all the extra patrols running and equipped, when we really should be networking the new hideouts."
Kyle bit his lip as the uneven legs of his robot lurched into unsteady motion. Squeak slapped a paw to his tiny forehead as the robotic gorilla fell over on its side and continued pedalling its legs futilely. "Well, what's bugging everyfur?" Kyle asked. "Are the girls up to something? Why are they running stuff through our territory? They could just ship it all to the school, couldn't they?"
Twitchy's feet began tapping the floor, alternating from left to right. "It's Dex and Lin Lin," he explained, his whiskers beginning to move as his nose wriggled. "Ever since the fairground operation they've been watching each other like hawks and ordering missions non-stop! I think they're both itching for a rematch and just looking for an excuse to go one-on-one."
The rabbit looked over his shoulder and down at Kyle seriously, nodding as he delivered his assessment.
"No doubt about it. Those two," he concluded decisively, "really hate each other. And if you ask me . . ."
He tapped his nose knowingly with one finger as though letting the Dalmatian in on a big secret. "It's because she stole Dex's favorite hat."
Scene 2: Here Comes Romeo
"Whew, Byron!" the five-foot-five, twenty-something wolf steadied himself against the wall with one paw as he handed his red apron back to the malamute. He looked like he was about to fall over onto his back. "Remind me to tip better! Being a busboy is . . . awful. Umm, no offense."
The dog tossed the returned apron over his shoulder and wagged his tail as he threw his arms around his commanding officer and licked at his muzzle. "You're a lifesaver, Rian! I still can't believe how many shifts you covered! But now I have my lifeguard certification, and I will be so out of this place for the summer! No more Friday and Saturday night dinner shifts for me."
The wolf cub, audibly crinkling now that he was in the foyer instead of in the crowded restaurant, held up one finger in front of the malamute's nose. "As long as you kept up your end of the bargain."
The dog nodded eagerly. "Uh huh! I told you, the maître d' likes me! I just checked on it again. You have a table for two tonight at 7:30. It's under your name."
Rian gave him a tight squeeze. "You rock!" he said, a mischievous glint entering his eye. "I told Serry we would go to Kyle's dad's place again and I could tell she just didn't want to say anything. But she's going to be so surprised."
The malamute shook his head. "I still don't get you, Rian," he said. "I mean . . . I know everyfur wants to eat here since that magazine article, but you don't even like Japanese food."
Rian wagged his tail. "Who cares?" the crinkling wolf said, smiling. "I'm not the one with an audition."
**********
"Come in, Cassandra," the leopardess said, beckoning to the empty chair facing her desk in the Headmistress' office of her Academy for Special Boys. She folded her purple laptop shut and rested her elbows on her desk, and her chin on her folded paws. She pursed her lips and stared past the Newfoundland at a crystal chess set on a small, circular glass table. "Of all the things that are happening," she asked carefully, "what's worth worrying about?"
The Newfoundland, wearing a maid's dress that came down to her knees and an Easter bonnet, closed the door to the Headmistress' office and sat down in front of her mistress, her extra-extra-large diaper crinkling through her purple plastic pants as she took a seat and prepared to review daily happenings at Empress Calliope's Academy for Special Boys-the headquarters of the pink faction devoted to the sissification and promotion of girlish behavior among the city's age players.
Their erstwhile enemies, the ragtag Baby Blue fraternity boys who had been taking over more and more of the woods around the academy grounds, and snatching up recruits at every local AB gathering they could, answered to Calliope's brother and neighbor, Roger and his sidekick, Rian-who was also, she had no need to remind herself, dating her advisor Serafina. She was monitoring that situation closely.
Cassie reached into the front pocket of her dress and produced a small spiral-bound notebook, with a doily pattern on its covers. She flipped it open at the same time she handed Calliope the manila envelope she had been carrying under her arm.
"First, your Highness," the Newfoundland said, "there's Lin Lin. I think you should promote her to Princess now rather than waiting for the next cycle. She's ready."
Calliope stared at the chess set and said nothing for a moment. "Are you bringing this up this time," she asked meaningfully, "or is she?"
"I am," the hulking dog said. "She hasn't mentioned it since the spa trip."
Calliope nodded. "And since the fairground operation," the leopardess said musingly. "I'm afraid I still don't understand how she could have let those boys capture her twice. It's quite unlike her. Very sloppy."
She shook her head after a moment. "Her student evaluations have been mixed. Serafina is far more popular, and we had to bump her up a pay grade to finally get her teaching a full load again."
"With all due respect, your Highness," Cassandra indicated the manila envelope. "I took the liberty of also sending evaluations to the caretakers and partners of our students this quarter. I noticed a pattern in the ones from the caretakers of students Lin Lin has worked with the most. Including a handful of remedial students she worked with over break. Lin Lin's students may not like her, but their caretakers and boyfriends were not only the most likely to respond, but also as a group the most enthusiastic."
Calliope tilted her head and opened the envelope, letting the papers fall into one paw and eying them curiously.
"My Kitty," she read slowly, pursing her lips, "used to whine so much for permission to paw that he often woke me up in the middle of the night, and called me during his breaks at least once a day. Well, not only has that stopped, but you can imagine my surprise when I woke up yesterday morning to find him kneeling at the foot of my bed, already dressed in his girliest clothes, whimpering quietly for a cock that wasn't his own. He said he had been waiting there for an hour and forty-five minutes. And when he finished his breakfast, instead of asking to paw, like he always used to do, if he hadn't just done it during without asking me-he just crawled up onto the bed, pressed his head into the pillow, and wiggled his bottom at me, saying he would stay right there until I was ready again. He will definitely be back at your school next semester-whether he wants to be or not."
"You get the idea," Cassandra summarized briskly. "They're all in that vein. I remember this student from my home ec class-he was just another boy in a dress. Lin Lin sent him home a docile little girl."
Calliope nodded slowly. "Thank you, Cassandra. I will take it under advisement. There is no need to rush these things. What else?"
The Newfoundland's eyes flicked to her notepad. "The notes from the fairground operation that we missed suggest there's a promising screening candidate high-up in Baby Blue. Someone unusually suggestible, and, for one of Roger's boys, uncommonly repressed. If he's been . . . misplaced . . . it might present a major opportunity, should we tap him at the right moment."
The leopardess' eyes remained fixed on the chess set. "I read them too," she said simply. "Roger still hasn't quite forgiven me for screening Rian. I left messages at their hotel at Euro Disney during spring break-Serafina asked me to-but he never even returned the calls, and then brushed me off and said the front desk must have lost them."
"Roger," Cassandra said pointedly, "goes everywhere with Rian. He's hardly been seen in public with this boy. He's less attached."
Calliope bit her thumbnail. "Or more protective," she corrected the Newfoundland thoughtfully. "If he's kept this one out of the spotlight it may be for a reason. And if it involves things the boy told Roger in confidence my brother won't repeat them, even to me. He considers that mildew-ridden apartment a confessional for the poorly potty-trained." She chewed her lip carefully. "We need to know more. But there's no need to rush. I will take it under advisement."
Cassie nodded. "Then there's. . . Serafina."
"Yes," Calliope smiled. "Did you send a courier?"
The Newfoundland nodded. "He's on his way now."
Scene 3: Cupid Painted Blind
("Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.")
Rian whistled to himself cheerily as he walked down the apartment building corridor super-slowly, carrying a vase of white roses in both paws. He stared at it intently with both eyes as though willing the water to splash around less. He had been to three florists to find the white ones, and had put them in a vase with water in Roger's apartment, which he had a key to, a few blocks away. He had made it up the stairs and he was in the home stretch now! He could be pretty clumsy-but he wouldn't let an accident happen this time. (Well, not the kind of accident that would hurt the flowers.)
Soon he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the door to Serafina's apartment and her familiar lavender welcome mat. He set the vase down and sat down on the floor next to it, reaching in his pocket for a pencil, and unzipping his backpack, fished out a stationery card with a picture of a baby wolf on it and began writing a note, furrowing his brow in intense concentration as he did.
"For Sera-" No. He erased it. "Dear Serry. Don't change-." No. He erased that too. "Some roses are red. Some foxes are too." He shook his head and erased that, as well. Then, he had a burst of inspiration, and, as great poets are wont to do when that occurs, traded his pencil for a pen, bit his tongue, and began writing with determination.
"For my Princess," he wrote decisively, in a childish block print. "I couldn't find any roses as red as you. Don't change. Except for your diaper. Actually, not even. I will help with that in a minute. We are going somewhere special. When you get inside, look out the window, and across the street. -R."
He regarded the finished note proudly. It was perfect!
He tied it around the vase with the slender ribbon that held the gift tag. He stood up to leave, and had taken a few steps toward the stairwell, when a bustling hedgehog with a very large tote bag slung over his shoulder appeared at the top of the stairs and dashed by him, knocking insistently on the door next to Serafina's. "Special delivery!" He shouted loudly. He pulled out the clipboard under his arm. "Special delivery for Miss Terry Finner!"
Rian winced and turned around. "Shh!" he said, holding his finger to his lips. "I think you have the wrong apartment! Is that for Serafina?"
The hedgehog glanced at Rian, then at the number on the apartment door in front of him, then at his clipboard. His eyes narrowed and he leaned close to the door of the apartment, his nose rubbing against it as he regarded its numerical label suspiciously. Then he grunted. "I think you're right!" he concluded after a moment. He headed on to the next door, in the wrong direction, and raised his paw to pound on it.
Rian tilted his head and eyed the messenger curiously. "Wait! Umm . . . Do you need glasses?" he asked.
The hedgehog hung his head. "I wear contacts," he admitted with a sigh. "But I lost a lens in the restroom on my last stop. I think it fell into the toilet."
Rian nodded. "Toilets are nasty things!" he put a paw around the hedgehog's shoulder sympathetically. "I won't let them eat my stuff!" The hedgehog looked confused, but Rian pressed onward, "The apartment you want is that one!" He pointed to the door with the lavender welcome mat and the vase outside it. "She's not in! But I can give it to her. After all, I'm her neighb-"
The wolf stopped mid-sentence. He had said that dozens of times-for deliveries to Roger and Callie's apartments, to Dex's, to Serafina's. It was force of habit. But he didn't need to say it any more in this building. He corrected himself, puffing his chest up as he did, "I'm her boyfriend!"
The hedgehog eyed Rian, sniffed at the paw over his shoulder, and grunted. "I don't think I'm supposed to do that!" he said. "It's not that I don't believe you! But I'm supposed to have the person on this list sign for it." He shook the clipboard. "Company rules."
Rian frowned. "How are you going to do that for the rest of the day?"
The spiny mammal grunted uncertainly. "I only have five deliveries in this neighborhood left before lunch. Then I can go home and replace my contacts. So I figured I would just muddle through."
Rian bit his lip thoughtfully, an idea glimmering into his mind. "I can help you! I'll go with you for your next five stops!" he said, his eyes narrowing shrewdly as he added, "If you'll let me sign for Serafina's package! Today is a big day for her, and tomorrow might be, too. I don't want her to have to run to a far-off delivery center or anything like that."
The hedgehog looked from his clipboard to Rian, then back at his clipboard. Then he grunted. "All right," he said, reaching into his bag. "You seem like a nice guy."
Rian accepted the package and looked at it quizzically. "But this just looks like a letter! In a pink envelope! And it says 'URGENT' on it! Why would somefur do that instead of sending an e-mail?" He turned it over in his paw and looked at the return address on back.
The hedgehog shrugged. "None of my business! All I do is deliver things. But that school sends letters that way all the time. Especially lately! "
"That school!" Rian exclaimed as he saw the return address. "Oh no! These must be mission orders!" His brow furrowed in confusion. "They can't pull Serry for a mission on her big day! What if it's about something she has to do before tomorrow?"
The hedgehog shuffled uncertainly. "I wouldn't know about that. But I have five more deliveries to make before lunch!"
Rian clapped his paw around the hedgehog's shoulder. "You mean we do!" he said, shoving the card into the front pocket of his backpack before he slung the pack over his shoulder. "A deal is a deal. Then I'll figure out what to do about this letter!"
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The sissyfox practically bounced up and down, shifting her weight from her toes to her heels and moved to throw her paws around the white opossum who had just taped the next list of names to the wall, then thought better of it and restrained herself.
"I made the second round of callbacks!" she exclaimed to him unnecessarily. "I'm one of ten furs on that list!"
He looked up at her, squinting through his paws, held up crossed as though he were trying to envision her through the lens of a camera or in a spotlight, and nodded, muttering something incomprehensible.
"Thank you!" she called after him as he scurried off and she flopped back into her chair with a smile. "And tell your partner thank you too! Even if this ends here-I'll still be so happy! I could always say I almost played Viola."
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"Owww!" Rian fidgeted as the hedgehog picked another thorn out of his paw and patted his head back outside their last stop, a mansion in the middle of a neglected, overgrown, garden-like yard. "What kind of a hedge was that, Brian? Remind me to be nicer to delivery people!"
The hedgehog smiled at him. "You've been nice enough already! Most people don't even remember my name. And I deliver to some of them almost every day! Are you sure I can't get you anything for lunch?"
Rian shook his head. "No thanks! I'll have to grab something quick. Dinner is going to be a big deal tonight anyway." He reached down to pick up his backpack, which he had left by the stone wall encircling the large, jungle-like yard, and unzipped the front pocket, fishing out the pink card with his uninjured paw.
"Plans with your girlfriend?" the courier asked with a wink. "I saw those flowers you left. She's a lucky girl."
The wolf wriggled as he sat down on the stone wall. Brian thought he heard crinkling, but he had no idea what to make of it, so dismissed the noise out of hand. The kid probably had something in a plastic bag inside his backpack.
"Oh, I hope you're right!" Rian knitted his paws together as he eyed the card worriedly. "I really hope Serry is as lucky as can be today. It's a really important day for her."
The hedgehog eyed Rian curiously and grunted. "Hey, Rian," he prompted with a laugh. "That's not the normal thing to say when someone says your girlfriend is lucky. You're just supposed to say, 'I'm the lucky one.' It's easy."
"Huh?" The cubby wolf looked perplexed as he turned the card over and over in his paws. "People keep trying to make things about me. But it's Serry's big day. She can have my luck if she needs it. I can survive another thorn bush."
The spiny fur blinked and, after a moment, chuckled. "You are something else, aren't you? I don't live that far from here. Can I give you a ride anywhere once I replace my contacts? So long as it's in town."
"Hold on," said Rian, taking a deep breath as he slit the envelope with one claw. "Let me see!"
Scene 4: Speak Low if You Speak Love
Dex was sitting cross-legged and poking the creamed spinach on his cafeteria plate idly with a fork when Twitchy sat down opposite him at the round wooden table. The coon's karate uniform was stuffed inside his backpack and he was wearing less conspicuous clothes-a black tee-shirt and black jeans, with the tee-shirt somewhat incongruously tucked in to make sure the folds of his cloth diapers didn't protrude at the waist.
The coon squinted at his plate and flicked his ears without looking up. "The vegetarian menu leaves a little to be desired," he said critically.
Twitchy fiddled with the safety goggles on his forehead then busied his paws assembling a sandwich from the oddly matched components he'd collected. "Don't tell me that's the first thing you have to say this whole tour? At least it's better than baby food, right?"
Dex blushed and one of his moccasined feet tapped the top of one of Twitchy's larger ones, moving around its surface in a circle slowly. "Baby food's not so bad," the tough coon said quietly. "It all depends on who's feeding you."
The rabbit's eyes darted from right to left and one of his ears fell. "Deeex," he whispered anxiously. "Come on, this is my school! School is like work for me! And if you transfer here it will be your school too! Anyway no public . . ." Twitchy gulped and shook his head. "Only Baby Blue territory. For now. Until things are more . . . solid. I thought we were clear about this. It's . . . really important."
The raccoon sighed and let his foot fall to the floor. "You're so serious here," he said in resignation. "And so sneaky. We're even eating lunch at a weird time. And way the heck across campus from all the science buildings. Don't think I didn't notice that we walked by like five other dining halls on the way. You're a sophomore now, Twitch, and if I transfer here we'd probably be looking at two years in the same school. You might start thinking about coming out to a few people, at least. It's not like you'd need to tell them everything else." When the rabbit said nothing, Dex sighed and moped. " I get it. You can't be seen with me because you're that ashamed to be dating someone from City College, huh? Well, let's hope I'm out of there soon."
Twitchy's nose wriggled in annoyance. "No, Dex. I just wanted to show you more of the campus. I have to run to my room after this and get online to see if I can do anything on the BB list between my afternoon and evening classes. I know Squeak is helping Kyle out this time but still . . ." He shuddered. "I don't want to talk about it. Are you sure you don't want time to look around campus on your own?"
Dex kept staring down at his tray. "I might get lost," he whispered. "That would embarrass you."
Twitchy blushed this time. "Why . . ." he asked slowly, "would it embarrass me? Are you wearing . . .?"
Dex nodded and slid the collar of his tee-shirt down a little, to show the edge of a blue fabric pet collar fastened around the bottom of his neck. A black plastic tag dangled from the front of it. "It says to call your number if I get lost," Dex reminded him quietly.
The rabbit's foot began tapping as his eyes darted around furtively. He leaned across the table, softening slightly. "I didn't say you had to wear it today," he chided softly.
Dex still didn't look up. "I wanted to," he answered, in an almost whiny tone, then added, "We only have one hour before I have to head back to the woods to run the next recon team." The coon held up a single finger.
Twitchy assumed a conspiratorial look and leaned halfway across the table, his stomach resting on his tray, to whisper directly into the ear of the coon staring down at his plate, "Jeez, all right . . . You can come up to my room if you want. But keep your paws to yourself until we get there." Then, more playfully, he offered, "I have a ball of yarn and a couple catnip toys in my backpack . . . if you're good."
Dex looked up and grinned, dropping his fork into his uneaten meal. "I do want!" he reassured his big brother softly, his tail flicking once. "And I will be!"
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"Those girls!" Rian muttered aloud. "How could they reschedule one of Serry's classes at the last minute? They're supposed to be the organized ones!"
Rian took a deep breath and walked one deliberate step at a time to the desk in front of the classroom, gripping the letter in front of him in both paws defensively. It had gotten him through the front entrance.
The wolf had thrown on a tweed jacket over his pressed white shirt and slacks. He crinkled as he moved; he wore three X-Plus diapers, with two baby ones with their wings cut off taped in as stuffers, under a pair of blue plastic pants with candy hearts on them.
He padded over the blackboard and eyed the chalk critically; there were only pink and purple pieces. He picked one up and, standing on his tiptoes, wrote as largely as he could in block print, "MR. RIAN." He cringed at the sound of the chalk scraping against the blackboard and dropped the stick on the floor abruptly.
"Serry teaches two subjects," he said to himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he padded back to the desk, waddling a bit as his diapers had become weighed down from the multiple wettings brought on by a taxing day without occasion, yet, for a changing break. He eyed the pink folder on top of the desk apprehensively. "Please let this be a makeup period of her Girls' Culture class and not . . ." He gulped as he opened the folder and the sissy students began to file in, eying him curiously.
"Hello, everyfur," he said loudly, staring at the lesson plan in front of him. "I'm Mr. Rian-" He thrust one paw up to point at the board without looking up from his desk- "and I'll be your substitute teacher for today's makeup period of . . ."
The shrimpy wolf gulped before he slowly raised his eyes to look at the ten furs in dresses seated on their padded bottoms in the front two rows and read from the syllabus in front of him: "Sex Education."
**********
Dex crouched on the floor on his knees in only his collar and jeans and licked at his forepaws, in between his fingers. One of his forepaws still rested on the enticingly soft ball of yarn he had, until a few moments ago, been batting back and forth, his tail flicking against the floor as he did.
He looked up at Twitchy's empty desk chair, the sneakers and socks that lay on the floor next to it, and the humming computer and mewed curiously. The rabbit stuck his head out of the bathroom and Dex batted the ball of yarn toward him, watching it with fascination as it unrolled across the floor and stopped at Twitchy's feet, which he ended up staring at.
"Hi bwo," the coon said softly without looking up from them, flicking his tail against the floor. "You're back!"
The rabbit shook his head as he stepped back into the room and the toilet flushed behind him. Dex, already slipping into a kit mind-set from crouching on the floor, stared at Twitchy in amazement. His big bro had just used the potty. He would be in a lab this afternoon, and out of diapers for the rest of the day. Maybe for the whole night! He could go without them for practically as long as he wanted. But Dex had no choice about wearing his diapers. The incontinent coon had tried to slip out of them for classes here and there; he shuddered remembering how that had worked out. Whenever Twitch did this Dex felt extra little next to the bunny, even though really he was older. The rabbit was still staring at the textbook he had brought into the bathroom with him.
"Like opening a floodgate with you," Twitchy remarked while reading. "So repressed for so long and all of a sudden you want to be and do everything at once." He looked over the edge of his book out of the top of his eyes. "It's a good thing you're so cute," he added before lowering his eyes back and making his way across the room to his desk.
"Everything?" Dex asked eagerly. "Cuz yer not wearing diapers right now. I heard you flush. So I can . . ." He whined, following Twitchy to his chair and nosing at the bunny's cottonball tail through the opening in the back of it when he sat down. "While you're reading! I caaaaaaaan!" He whined without finishing his first sentence. "I know I'm no Rian. Or Serafina. But it won't be terrible! It really won't. I prooooomise."
Twitchy fidgeted and stared straight at his computer, biting his lip as hard as he could. "No," he said firmly. "You're . . . umm . . ." He stamped his foot firmly, three times, and tried to conceal the arousal in the front of his jeans. "Not now. Not here. Not . . . Dex . . . It's just . . . this happened so fast, and there's still things to think about . . ." He took a deep breath and steeled himself. "I still . . . don't really believe everything you did to rescue me. You've been really sweet, and I know I keep putting you off, but it's just, I need a little time . . . and you need a little time, too, because-"
Dex stared at the saucer of milk Twitchy had set down across the room earlier and let out a long sigh. "Because I'm still not ready," the coon said, and flopped over on his side near the dish, lapping at it from the side with his tongue, and dribbling milk over his whiskers.
Hadn't he learned? Obviously he never made much of an erotic impression on Rian. He had to make himself ready for his big brothers. He had to prove to them he was serious before he could demand anything from them-most of all cock, he chided himself. That was the specialest thing that a big brother could ever give to a silly diapered kit to play with. How pushy had he been now, to think he could just ask for it? Twitch would have every right to spank him.
Twitchy stared at his textbook for a long, hard minute before he seized at the unexpected opening. "That's right, kitten," he said to the older fur who had become his sometime kit and sometime kitten firmly. "You need to practice a lot more before we can do anything together."
Dex purred. "Yes, bwo," he said, curling up into a ball. "You do know I practice every night since you started tutoring me, bwo?"
"Well," Twitchy said, tapping his foot. He had to make this sound convincing. But he could do better than that. He could make this fun for his little brother. "You'll have to do more. Just pawing doesn't count, little guy. How will that teach you to swallow? I'd like to do more for a good kitten than lather his whiskers. And you'll also have to find a way," he looked over his shoulder down at his guest quickly, "to loosen yourself up. That'll take time. I just don't want to hurt you, by doing anything too soon. You're a delicate kitty, after all."
"I am," Dex said disconsolately, staring into his saucer of milk, and wondering what it would taste like to drink something stronger. "I didn't think about any of this stuff at all for so long. I was just starting to really when . . ." He shivered remembering. "When other things became a concern down there. I dunno how to do anything I should. Except . . ."
The bare-chested raccoon uncurled himself and crawled over to the rabbit, who had already buried his nose in his chemistry textbook. Twitch started giggling involuntarily as Dex began sucking noisily on his toes. "Heeeey!" his opposite foot thumped and his tail wiggled.
Dex kept going for several minutes, dry humping in his diaper until his watch chimed. Then he withdrew his muzzle slowly, kissed each of the rabbit's toes, and crawled backwards out from under his big brother's chair. He rose to his knees and stretched his arms above his head, groaning softly and in satisfaction as he got to his feet.
"Got to head back to the woods," the coon said, laying one paw on the rabbit's head and tussling his large ears gently. "Going by the academy schedule Rian intercepted, Lin Lin breaks soon, and if she's in play, I need to be, too. I'm going to start ordering amphibious patrols. You report back in tomorrow with ideas for securing the length of the river and an inventory of all the beach toys we've got and what you and Squeak can do with them. Or I'm switching Hideout #4 to Depends and giving Ace half of your juicebox supplies."
Twitchy wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at his textbook.
"I take back whatever I said about you being nice," he pouted as the coon put his shirt on and retrieved his backpack.
"Hey," Dex said as his paw reached for the doorknob. "You gave me homework!"
Scene 5: Command Performance
Rian waved his paws around above his head and hopped up and down. "Stop passing notes and whispering to each other!" he shouted. "Listen to me! I am your teacher for today just like Serafina if she was here! Just because I'm a substitute doesn't mean you can ignore me! I have to get through this lesson plan or else Serry will have twice as much to do for you ingrates tomorrow! Hey!"
He snatched a piece of paper being passed between two girls in the front row and glowered at it. "I do not look like that!"
A sissy bear in the second leaned over to the golden retriever sitting next to her and whispered audibly, "No, his bottom is way bulgier."
"That does it!" Rian puffed himself up to his full, unimpressive height. "If you don't get out your homework right now I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll . . ." The door opened to his right behind him and everyone fell dead-silent and straightened up in their chairs.
Rian prided himself on his lupine ferocity for a moment before he saw the familiar petite figure in the doorway regarding him quizzically.
"What's going on in here? I thought this class was cancelled. Cadet Cubby?" Lin Lin asked, staring at the second-in-command of the enemy army incredulously. "What are you doing here?"
"Lin Lin!" Rian exclaimed gratefully, much to his own surprise. "Thank goodness! Everyone at this school is scared of you! You can tell them they have to listen to me! I'm their substitute teacher!" He fumbled as he turned, tripping and catching himself with both forepaws against the desk, as he swiped for the pink card that had been sent to Serafina. He held it up defensively and offered it to the panda.
Her eyes glimmered and she closed the door behind her, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. "You're doing your girlfriend a favor?" she asked slyly.
The wolf cub nodded. "It's a big day for Serry! Too important for me to worry about crossing enemy lines! So don't think of it as helping me," he concluded confidently. "Think of it as a favor for your teammate."
Lin Lin remained leaning where she was against the wall and her eyes flickered from Rian to the subdued and suddenly studious girls who were already opening their notebooks to last night's homework. She fished around in the pocket of the pink jeans she was wearing under Hello Kitty sweater and took out a protein bar, unpeeling the wrapper slowly.
"Now everyone," Rian said with visible relief, picking the lesson plan back up. "If you don't take me seriously, you'll answer to Lin Lin here! So let's go ahead and-"
"Actually," Lin Lin cut him off, making no move to leave as she took a bite of her Power Bar, and said loudly, "I just went on break."
The wolf cub's eyes widened as the girls instantly began chattering again and turned their attention from him to their neighbors. He took a deep breath and glared from the girly panda in her Hello Kitty sweater to his students, then marched over to his desk and stood up, first on the chair, then on the desk itself.
The giggling sissies fell silent and regarded him curiously.
"It's easy to make fun of me because I'm small. But now," he addressed them seriously, adjusting his tweed jacket. "I look bigger, right? Well one thing I think the girls in this class ought to learn is that size is relative."
He looked down at them and crossed his arms, assuming a professorial pose. "And you might find that I'm big enough where it matters. I am, after all," he concluded proudly, "your teacher Serafina's boyfriend." His eyes narrowed. "And I'll do anything to make sure her big day is worry-free. Even put up with you fifth-rate substitutes."
A golden retriever in the second row opened her muzzle and her eyes widened. The other girls shifted uncomfortably. He looked down at the class roster on his desk from where he was standing and picked a name at random. "Since you're not willing to present about your homework, we'll just have to do a classroom exercise, and you'll show me whether you did it or not. Brianna! Come up here!"
A sissyfox in the second row stiffened and got unsteadily to her feet. The golden retriever seated next to her looked crestfallen. "Lucky!" she whispered to the fox as she made her way apprehensively to the front of the room.
"It's my understanding that last night's homework was about one of a sissy's most important skills," Rian continued as the fox stood up on the chair behind him. She started to step up onto the desk, but he motioned her to stop with one paw. "That's close enough!" he said. "You should be lower than me! Do you know what we're doing?"
She gulped and nodded. Lin Lin watched curiously.
"And did you do your homework and practice like a good little sissy? You aren't going to let a mess spurt all over this desk are you? Because if you do that, it will ruin my attendance sheet." The wolf turned to the rest of the class and waved a paw to encompass them. "And then you'll all get zeroes!"
The girls gasped. He was on to something! Girls cared about their grades more than boys did, he reminded himself. "So what do all of you want Brianna to do?"
The golden retriever was the first to say, her voice quivering, "Swallow?"
"That's right!" Rian said, pointing at the dog. "How much?"
"Every drop?" Kitty said, her tail beginning to wag.
"Very good-" Rian paused to glance down at the attendance sheet. "I'm Kitty, Rian," the dog said. Rian glared at her and she whimpered. "I meant," she added pathetically, "Mr. Rian."
"Well, Kitty," he answered. "If we have enough class time, you just might get to go next."
The dog's tail started wagging as Rian turned back to the sissyfox standing on the chair behind him, who was kneeling down so her muzzle was on a level with his pants. She just stared at his crotch.
Rian waved a paw at Brianna. "I hope you're not waiting for me to do anything!" he said, assuming an exasperated tone.
She nodded and unsnapped his pants, then unzipped them, rolling them down carefully to reveal his candy heart-patterned plastic pants. She smiled gently and took either side of the waistband in a paw, sliding them down to hang around his knees. Then she stared at his diapers and her nose wrinkled. Although he was wearing three, with stuffing, the front of them was visibly, and thoroughly yellow.
Rian tapped one foot impatiently and she took a deep breath, then kissed the front of his diaper.
"Ooh," he said appreciatively, patting her on the head. "That was a nice touch. Now what do you say?"
"Please?" she whimpered.
Rian frowned.
"Pretty please?" she tried again.
Rian's foot resumed tapping.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top, Mr. Rian?" she whined.
"Oh, that will make an impression," Rian said sarcastically, shaking his head and motioning in a circle with his paw. "Something more creative! Improvise!"
The fox gulped and took a deep breath. "The pleasure . . ." she said experimentally, "will be all mine?"
Rian grinned widely. "Yes," he informed her, patting her on the head again and looking down at her critically, "it will! I can tell. But just try your best. I will take effort into account."
The sissyfox untaped his diapers carefully and let them fall into her paws. Then she set them aside. This being Calliope's school, there was a box of moist changing wipes next to the box of tissues on the desk, and she pulled out a couple, wiping off the head and shaft of Rian's half-erect cock as she stroked it with her paws, bringing it to its full length. Her eyes widened slightly.
She scrunched up her face and eyed it critically for a moment, steeling herself, then opened her muzzle and began licking at its head clumsily.
Rian yawned. Panicking, she ceased licking and took it deeper into her muzzle, sliding her head up and down along the first small part of its length rapidly. The wolf growled. "Pace yourself!" he commanded sternly. "You aren't running the Indianapolis 500. Trust me," he added severely, "you're nowhere near ready for a competition."
The fox whimpered and slowed her pace, grimacing at the first taste of Rian's precum. There had to be more than that, surely? She breathed heavily around his cock, her body heaving beneath her pink silk dress, as she struggled to bring him to a climax. At least, Rian thought, she could keep her teeth from scraping. He looked at his watch.
After several more minutes of clumsy oral groping, his cock relaxed slightly, and released a small load into the sissy's maw. She gulped, trying to make a swallowing noise to cover the sounds of her half-repressed gagging. Then she opened her muzzle wide and pulled her head back, releasing Rian and looking up at him with a vague, dreamy smile.
A smear of Rian's cum remained on her lips and he looked down critically to see a small string of it suspended from the tip of his appendage. He wiped it off with his own paw and shoved it in front of her; she licked obediently.
"Thank you," the fox whimpered, looking up at him with suddenly adoring eyes, "Mister Rian."
Lin Lin, finishing her protein bar, shook her head. This was too bizarre. He was really doing his best to act like the boys probably imagined a really strict academy teacher or a male sissifying agent would. She had a feeling he was about to sandbag the sissy trainee with Level 4 discipline. She thought about saying something, but remembered she'd never finished with this fox during break, and the little poser who'd made fun of girls had nearly gotten off scot-free.
"B minus," Rian pronounced. "Serry's spoiled me. And we, Brianna have a serious problem."
Her ears drooped and the glimmer faded from her eyes as Rian snatched up a moist wipe and thrust it in her face. "What," he asked pointedly, "was the deal with these?"
She quailed. "You . . . you were wet," she pointed out timidly, gesturing toward his sodden triple-layered and stuffed diapers, which lay spread out on the desk. "Really, really wet! It smelled funky."
"So?" Rian asked in disbelief. "Who asked you to do anything about it? Serry has always taken me how she found me and changed me after. There's no point to cleaning your boyfriend twice, after all." He nodded decisively. "And I am confident she would expect her students to rise to her level. You're just lucky I wasn't messy."
Brianna fidgeted. "I'm sorry," she whimpered.
"Actions," Rian said severely, "speak louder than words." He gestured toward the soaked diapers and walked to the side of the desk, moving his papers with his foot. "You can come on the desk now."
Fearfully, the fox did, and started to stand up. "I didn't say you could stand on the desk!" Rian corrected her. She settled on to her knees. "I didn't say you could kneel on it either!" he snapped. "I meant what I said very literally! I have good news and I have bad news for you, Brianna! Here's the good news. Do you know where your paw is going?"
The sissyfox stared at her right paw uncertainly and shook her head.
"Under your skirt and into your diaper!" Rian announced. She broke into a wide grin. "Really?" she asked, hastening to put it there. "But I thought you were mad? Oh, thank you, Mr. Rian . . ."
He cut her off. "Now, the bad news. Do you know where your face is going while you're doing that?"
She gulped and eyed the sodden, pungent diapers nervously. Rian grinned as he followed her gaze. "You're a good guesser! You can keep it buried in there . . . until you cum in front of everybody."
Brianna whined and took a deep breath, determined not to inhale for as long as possible. That would be worse, Rian realized, not without any satisfaction; she'd end up taking a really deep breath when she finally did. Rian reached down as she laid her head sideways on the diaper and gently turned her neck to incline her muzzle and face downwards against the sodden, squishy mass, pressing her face into it. She squeezed her eyes shut firmly as she began pumping.
Rian watched the fox gasp for air after a couple minutes. Then her face wrinkled up distastefully as the pungent odor of the saturated diapers washed over her all at once. Still, she didn't dare to stop pawing and possibly worsen her punishment, and in fact increased her pace in the hopes of wrapping it up more quickly.
The wolf patted her head. "One more thing, you little cross-dressing wannabe," he added gently. "Don't shower or wash until tomorrow morning. And if anyone asks what they smell on you before then, the answer is . . . " Rian paused for a moment while the sissy fox continued to paw at her own small cock frantically and fearfully, before he concluded in a stage whisper, "'A real boy.'"
The wolf cub looked up at the rest of the class proudly and pulled his plastic pants back up, although there were no diapers left under them for the moment, then his pants. As he snapped them, he asked, "Now who would like to present about their homework?"
The nine remaining paws shot up. He eyed Lin Lin, who was still leaning against the wall and fiddling with a handheld device. "What are you still doing here?" he asked the panda.
She grinned at the wolf cub-not the icy smile he was used to seeing from her, he realized with a start, but a friendly, almost congratulatory one.
"Taking notes," she said.
Scene 6: The Course of True Love
It was late afternoon in Hideout #4; Twitchy had run back here after his physics lab to get imaging set up for the new patrol routes, and more importantly to finish up a top-secret favor for Roger and Rian before his nighttime astronomy class. He had just saved the changes to a dummy Euro Disney itinerary, with notes on what attractions they had purportedly visited each day, that would make sure the leaders' spring break alibis stayed reasonably consistent.
"Squeak!" said the mouse sternly as he marched on to Twitchy's keyboard and stamped his tiny foot down on the reset button, and pointed up at his nose. "Squeak!" he gestured to the mess of instruction manuals scattered across the floor behind them.
"Hey!" the rabbit exclaimed. "I was doing something for the Captain and Commander!" He narrowed his eyes. "You're lucky these back up every five minutes. Is this about Kyle?"
The overall-clad mouse glared at him and held his own pink tail up in front of him with one paw, drawing rings down around its length in the air with his other and then puckering his lips and kissing the tip of his tail.
Twitchy slumped down into his chair. "Okay, okay. Yes, Squeak, you figured me out. I asked for Kyle to stay on here to keep you tied up in the hideout while I spent time with Dex these last few weeks. I didn't think for five minutes that K would actually be a help and I knew you wouldn't want to leave him alone with our stuff again for very long. Can you blame me if I want a little privacy for once?"
The mouse shook his head and waved his paws back and forth emphatically, then slid his tiny fingers through each other in a cross-section, and out again.
Twitchy tapped his foot. "No," he said firmly. "Nothing happened. And nothing will any time soon. Dex has this adorable idea that it's his fault too. For not being ready or something. But who made all this your business, Jiminy Cricket? You saw how far Dex went to rescue me at the fairground!"
His voice caught in his throat. "He bucked the team and he risked . . . everything for me. How could I say no to those sad, lonely green eyes after that? How could anyone? Look, maybe I should have been more open in the beginning, and if this were six months ago, or any other boy, I might agree with you, but it's too late now, Operation VR is almost over! I can't change course when I'm this close." The bunny held up his thumb and index finger pressed tight together.
"And as soon as it's done," he added, "No more problem! I can relax, focus on Dex, and thank him properly. So what if he's on the back burner for just a little while? It's kind of a special case, right? I'm not keeping him from anything better. I mean, he's not a normal boy. He deserves to have someone, Squeak. We're still trying to figure out if he can turn the regression thing on and off at will now. And with his . . . handicap . . ." Twitchy bit his lip. "Well it's not like he has a lot of other options. Even inside BB. Most of the boys don't know that he's probably never getting out of those diapers. They think he's a player like everyone else."
"Squeak!" the mouse exclaimed disgustedly, falling down on to his rear and throwing his arms wide, then clapping them around himself in a hug. He shook his head and stared at his partner in shock for a moment, then stuck his tongue out at the bunny. "Squeak!"
"Me?! Taking advantage? I'm the one trying to look out for Dex!" Twitchy, taken aback, took a deep breath and looked down at his feet. "And it's not just because I owe him, you know. I do think I might be falling for him, too," he said sadly.
"That's why I can't tell him about the Operation, Squeak." The rabbit's foot began tapping, uncertainly. "And neither can you. If he did know . . . the poor guy just might get mixed up in it himself. Just in case something does go wrong, I need to be the only one who knows so Dex-especially Dex, of all people-wouldn't shoulder any blame. That's the only way this can work."
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Thud! The lynx stood up tall and caught one of the boxes hurled over the river in his handheld fishing net. His canoe rocked slightly, but Jax, sitting at the opposite end, paddles in paws, held it steady.
Splash! Byron the malamute, wearing a snorkel and a swimming mask, surfaced next to a box not hurled hard enough that landed three-quarters of the way across the river and grabbed it before the current could carry it to shore.
Splat! The third flying carton was hit from above in the trees with two paintball shots, which sent it plummeting straight into the water. It landed beside the prow of the canoe, where Jax scooped it up into the boat with the flat end of one paddle.
Ace eyed the cell of three sissy tube smugglers on the opposite side of the river and made a welcoming gesture with his arm.
"Now," the lynx shouted cheerily, "you really have no items to declare! Go on across, girls! Tell all your friends what happens when you lie to a Baby Blue trail patrol!"
Dex, back in his karate uniform and perched in a tree overhanging the riverbank, twirled his paintball gun and stared across the rushing water to the opposite shore expectantly.
"Hey, Dex!" Ace shouted up at him after a brief silence. "Earth to Dex! Good shooting! We won! Your plan worked!"
The coon shook his head and holstered his paintball gun. "Right!" Dex shouted and leapt from the tree branch down onto the riverbank. "You mean our plan worked! Good job, everyone!" He gripped the walkie talkie on his belt. "River One to Forest Five," he said into it. "Thanks for the heading. Release the decoys. We've got the goods. It was a clean intercept."
Byron, only his head and forepaws gripping the box protruding out of the water, was treading water in one spot and watching the vanquished girls intently as they swam across into the academy's protected territory, empty-handed.
Ace tilted his head as the canoe drew nearer to shore and Dex replaced the radio on his belt. "You all right there?" the lynx asked curiously, then added, with a laugh. "You looked almost disappointed or something."
"Don't be silly. We won!" The coon relaxed, smiled, and waved a paw at him.
Then he scanned the opposite riverbank one last time and shrugged. No taunts. No traps. No surprises. Of course he should be happy. "Of course I'm happy," he asserted, then added, musingly. "It just seemed a little . . . too easy, maybe."
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"Sex education attendance and marks for the day," Rian announced himself without preamble, dropping a pink folder on to the endtable next to the crystal chess set.
Then he unslung his backpack from his shoulder and, dumping it on the floor and unzipping the front compartment, began producing other items.
"Fifty personalized handwritten doily invitations to the next academy Open House," he dropped a box of stationery cards next to the folder, and shook his still-wringing paws. "In callie-," he added, flustered, "castheni-", "calliogra-" He stuck his tongue out and concluded simply, "Fancy writing!"
"And a bolt of the same purple silk from the gown that Roger tore when you say he tripped on it in the hallway, but I know you were trying to trip him because he told me," Rian concluded defiantly as he dropped the fabric, carefully wrapped in tissue paper, on to the end table. " You're lucky he was holding on to that piece as a bargaining chip or I would never have been able to find a match."
He slumped down into the guest chair and let out a long, exhausted breath, before tossing the final item, the pink mission card addressed to Serafina, on top of the heap of things on the small endtable.
"That's everything on the stupid list you sent to Serafina," he concluded triumphantly, and, raising a paw above his head, swept it down in a chopping motion and reported, as he usually did to Calliope's brother, "Mission . . . accomplished!"
"Hello again to you too, Adrian," the leopardess mewed without looking up from her purple laptop or ceasing to type. "I heard you gave an impressive performance to some of our students downstairs earlier today. How was Euro Disney? Can I have Cassie get you anything? A glass of water?"
The wolf cub's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Not as good as the main one. I dropped my camera in a fountain so I don't have any pictures. And no thanks on the drink," he said cautiously. "It's too risky. I'm all out of diapers so I'll need to run home after this. Aren't you surprised to see me? Don't you want to look at the things that I brought?"
Calliope continued typing. "I'm sure they're fine," she said simply. "After all-you did them all for Serafina. Cassandra did leave some things out of the note, though."
Rian cringed. Here it came. He only had ninety minutes or so left to get home and get ready, and she was going to try to keep him here, or send him across town in a dress, or hypnotize him again, now that he had foolishly walked into her office.
The leopardess purred softly and her tail twitched as she continued typing and spoke in a clipped, business-like fashion. "The bottle of wine sent to your table will be from me. Ask the waiter to recommend fish that pair well with it. Serafina will be impressed. And do wear a real tie. You're not going somewhere with Roger." She closed her document and opened another one, pursing her lips for a moment as she stared at a spreadsheet of budgeting figures. "I have a good feeling about the play," she added after a moment of silence.
Rian blinked and sat in the guest chair stunned. Then he slowly stood up and reached for his backpack. As he did, though, he furrowed his brows and regarded Calliope curiously. "Hey!" he said. "If you knew Serafina's audition was today you had to know she wouldn't be able to teach a makeup class!" He gritted his teeth. "Or be at home to get that letter and do all those other things!"
Calliope shrugged. "Mistakes happen," she remarked noncommitally. "Dates get confused. No one is perfect. Not even me. Couriers, for instance, somehow miss the little instruction that says they should leave letters in the door handle. They just assume everything needs to be signed for. It's lucky when things work out anyway, though. Fated, I might even say-if I were more romantic."
The cubby wolf fidgeted with his tweed jacket and scrunched his face up thoughtfully, meditating on that. "Roger told me the truth about what you wanted that day," he said carefully as he put his backpack back on. "And I already passed your test if I was good enough for one of your girls. Back in your apartment. I'm just reminding you."
For the first time since Rian had entered, the leopardess looked up at him over the edge of her laptop monitor and smiled as he turned to leave.
"You boys; always rushing for the finish. If you mean the test that began in my apartment, Adrian," she said to the departing wolf cub, warmly, "you're doing just fine." Her eyes returned to her computer screen and Rian felt the hackles rise on the back of his neck as she added sweetly, right before the door swung shut behind him, "So far."
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The tinted glass screen between the front and back of the small white Bentley was pulled shut, concealing the star-crossed couple in back from the driver.
Serafina patted Rian on the head as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the car and wiped the sissyfox's genital area off carefully with a generous pawful of scented wipes, kissing the head of her smaller fox yiffer and looking up at her with a smile. Her green silk skirt was pulled up above her waist.
The vixen laughed as he fiddled with his lopsided necktie before unscrewing the cap of the lavender-scented powder bottle in a serious manner and powdering her generously.
"Come on, where are we going in a limo? I'm guessing not to Kyle's dad's restaurant," she asked, shaking her head, and looking down at him. She giggled. "And who talked you into wearing a tie? I didn't think you even owned one."
Rian shook his head and held a finger to his muzzle. "Those are all secrets," he said as he flipped up the front of the fluffy pink diaper that he had lain under the vixen's bottom and pulled the leg gathers together on both sides a few times, shifting it around until he thought he had the fit optimally snug.
Then he opened the tapes and securely fastened the bottom of each side around the sissyfox's skinny thighs, then the top around her waist, patting the front of the diaper gently.
"Secrets, huh?" Serafina asked, her eyes twinkling as Rian hopped up on the car seat behind her and rested his right arm around her shoulder. "What have you been up to all day, little guy?"
Rian yawned squeakily as he looked up into her eyes. It looked like she had good news.
"Played some videogames," he answered. "Thought about you." He waved his paw dismissively. "But don't make me wait any longer! Start at the beginning. But take your time," he pressed with a smile, taking her left paw in his as he leaned back into the leather seat. "And tell me everything about your big day."
The End!
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