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(part 2 of 2)

Luke was understandably upset when mommy came back to check on him three hours later. The poor little fennec fox had been blindfolded, gagged, and put down for a mandatory nap, but he didn't get a moment of sleep thanks to the burning sensation emanating from his diaper area. Mommy's punishment lotion never failed to make him miserable for hours, and this was no exception.

The pain was excruciating in the beginning, like his cock and balls were being roasted inside his diaper, not to mention the pain in his tailhole. Luckily, that only lasted for about thirty minutes, but that didn't mean the fun was over. No, the powerful mentholated balm was strong enough to make its presence known for hours after the fact. Sure, it didn't feel like his diaper was on fire, but it still felt like he'd just come down with some horrible STD that made his little naughty bits burn. It nearly drove him crazy as he tossed and turned in his crib, no way to find relief, wondering when mommy would finally come back for him. Of course, when she did come back, it wasn't a moment too soon as far as he was concerned.

He heard the door open and shut, followed by the familiar sounds of mommy's footsteps heading toward his crib. Even though he couldn't see anything, he knew she was standing over him, watching him sleep, or at least pretending to sleep. He waited for her to say something, but she didn't seem to be in a talkative mood. He hoped that didn't mean she was still angry at him.

Prior to mommy barging into the nursery a moment ago, he'd wondered if she was just going to leave him there all night. It got boring really fast with nothing to do besides lie on his back and suck on his pacifier gag, making those few hours seem like an eternity. He would have given anything to be able to fall asleep to pass the time, but there was no way he could drift off to sleep, and the heat between his legs wasn't the only thing to blame. The tight little chastity cage mommy had locked over his manhood was just as bad.

There was a never a moment he couldn't feel that plastic abomination squeezing his dick and balls, and his frequent erections made it so much worse. His itty-bitty weenie was crammed into the tiny cock cage with no room to grow, but that didn't stop Luke's unruly little dicklet from trying. However, no matter how much blood flowed to his member, he'd never have anything more than a girly little clit poking into the soggy, piss-soaked padding of his diaper. Though, his dinky cock wasn't the only thing getting the squeeze.

The thick plastic cockring of the chastity device was so tight on his poor little balls, stretching and squeezing them every time his disobedient little worm pushed against the end of its cock cage. However, thanks to mommy's careful measurements, the device never slipped off his scrotum no matter how much his little baby dick tried to grow. His testicles would never fit between the thick cockring and the plastic cock tube, which meant he was locked up for good. Even now, he could feel another unwanted stiffy coming as he anticipated the humiliation that was soon to come.

"Are you ready to get up and face the music?" asked mommy, finally breaking the silence as she stood over the crib looking down at her little hubby.

Luke responded by grunting defiantly into the thick rubber nipple of his pacifier, and crossing his scrawny little arms across his chest as he lay there on his back. He was very angry with his mommy right now, and he couldn't keep it to himself. Though, she quickly made it clear that she wasn't in the mood for any of it.

"You have one second to clean up that shitty attitude of yours," she said, reaching down to give him a firm poke on his exposed belly. "Anymore sass from you, and I'll dip your worthless balls right into a jar of my punishment lotion, then march you out in front of my friends so they can watch you bawl into your pacifier. Understand, Princess?"

Luke quickly changed his tune, realizing mommy was still just as mad as she had been when she punished him in the first place. Knowing this wasn't a fight he couldn't win, he uncrossed his arms and put them down by his sides.

"That's my good little baby," said mommy, lowering the crib bars. "I don't want you embarrassing me in front of my friends, so I want you to show them your best behavior. Backtalk me, or throw another one of your tantrums, and I swear I'll drag you over my knee and blister your bald little behind right in front of everyone. You know I'll do it too, so don't test me, otherwise you might end up getting a generous helping of punishment lotion with every diaper change for the next week. Does that sound like fun?"

"Nuh uh," said Luke meekly, shaking his head.

"No? How about I leave your useless little nub locked up for the next year? Would you prefer that?" she asked.

"Nuh uh. Nuh uh," said Luke, sounding a bit more panicked this time as his voice quivered.

"Ah, well then, you'd better be a perfect angel for the rest of the night," said mommy. "Make me proud and I promise you'll get a special treat. Can you do that for me?"

Luke nodded. He wasn't sure what was going to be expected of him later, but he'd do anything to keep his butt out of trouble. There was no point whining or pouting, it wasn't going to get him anywhere. Mommy clearly wasn't in the mood for any of that bullshit tonight, and she was going to make his life a living hell for the next week if he made her look bad, so what other choice did he really have? Fortunately, she seemed to take him at his word, reverting back to your usual, more motherly, self in an instant.

"Just be your usual sweet self and I'm sure everyone will love you," she said, sounding more cheerful already as she reached down and untied the ribbons that held his filly, pink bonnet in place. "Now, let's just get this off so you can see."

One gentle tug of the ribbon was enough to undo the bow under Luke's chin. A moment later, the thick cloth bonnet was yanked off his head along with the blindfold that had been keeping him in total darkness. He felt like he was going crazy from sensory deprivation after all those hours in the pitch dark, so it was a relief to finally have his sight back, and what a view it was.

His mommy was in a short, red cocktail dress that showed off her curvy feline form as well as plenty of the shiny, jet black fur that he was so fond of. One look at her perfect, sultry body was enough to remind him why he'd fallen so hard for her in the first place. His pent up resentment seemed to disappear in an instant as she picked him up and embraced him. He was happy to be back in mommy's arms again, even for just a moment before she set him down on his own two feet again.

"Now let's pick you out some clothes," she said, turning around to sift through the dresser as she belittled her childish husband. "We can't have you going out there in nothing but a wet diaper, can we? I suppose it was too much to ask for you to keep your diaper dry for a few hours. Well, I suppose it can't be helped. After all, that's just what babies do."

Luke loved it when mommy talked down to him like that, treating him like a little kid as he stood there in nothing but a piss soaked diaper. In fact, he enjoyed it so much that his chastity cage was becoming uncomfortably tight as he got another unwanted erection. He winced in pain as his tiny cock was crammed up against the end of its hard plastic prison. Embarrassed, he tried to think of anything that might take his mind off it, but he couldn't stop thinking about what clothes she was going to pick out for him.

He hoped it wouldn't be anything too embarrassing, because he wasn't going to have any choice in the matter. He couldn't remember the last time he was allowed to choose his own clothes. She really didn't ask for his input in regards to most things, and his wardrobe was no exception. As a result, he'd been wearing a lot of pink lately. Whether it was pink diapers, pink t-shirts, or pink pajamas, if it was pink, she bought it for him. She'd even brought him home a couple of dresses so she could dress him up like a literal princess when he started acting too big for his britches, but he prayed it wouldn't come to that.

"Okay, arms up," said mommy, turning around to face her tot-sized hubby once more with a little t-shirt in her hand.

Luke did as he was told without question, and even lowered his big, over-sized ears so the shirt would slide over his head easier. At first, he was just glad it wasn't a dress, but once he saw that he was wearing his finest Princess Pony t-shirt instead, it hardly seemed to matter. Either way, he looked like a little girl. Still, he didn't complain, at least not out loud. It wasn't worth getting back on mommy's bad side, especially since she wouldn't understand him anyway. The big pacifier strapped in his mouth would ensure his words came out as unrecognizable gibberish, which wouldn't help him now. Especially unfortunate, considering the next article of clothing mommy had under her arm.

"Good. Now, step in," said mommy as she knelt down and held a pair of plastic underpants out in front of him, opening them up wide so he could easily get his feet into the leg holes.

Again, Luke did as he was told, though he didn't really want to. He was no stranger to plastic undies under his clothes, but that didn't mean he hated them any less. They were hot and the tight elastic dug in around his thighs, making them generally uncomfortable, but again, not worth getting in trouble over. He didn't whine at all, or even make a peep, as mommy pulled the protective panties up over his already wet diaper.

He grimaced as he looked down at his girly diaper cover. The inside of his new undies were lined with boring white plastic, but the outside was shiny pink satin with frills of lace across the seat which served no purpose other than to draw attention to his padded rump. They were just about the sissies thing you could imagine, and he was embarrassed to be seen in them, even if it was just mommy.

"These should help contain the smell of your pee soaked diaper," said mommy, adjusting the waistband of his pink panties until she was satisfied. "Now, show me your paws."

Luke barely had a chance to comply before she reached out and grabbed him by the wrist impatiently. He felt his heart skip a beat, thinking he'd gotten himself into trouble again, but mommy didn't say anything. Instead, she stayed focus on unbuckling and removing the leather mitts that had been locked over his paws. A moment later, his hand paws were free and he could finally reach up and adjust his slightly off center pacifier gag which had been bothering him for hours. Of course, this didn't sit well with mommy.

"Hands off! No touching!" she said, snapping angrily at her disobedient little husband as she slapped his paw back down. "You earned that pacifier and you're gonna suck on it until I decide you've had enough, so don't even think about touching it."

Luke lowered his ears as he was harshly rebuked, but didn't say a word, keeping his arms at his sides.

"Well? Don't just stand there," said mommy. "Go grab your little gameboy and take it out to the living room."

"Hmm?" asked Luke, his vocabulary stifled by the rubber nipple stuffed in his mouth. He was visibly upset, wondering where his pants were. He hoped she'd simply forgotten, and that she wasn't really planning to send him out there in nothing but a pink t-shirt and a frilly diaper cover. Unfortunately, mommy knew exactly what she was doing.

"Don't give me that look," she said, putting her paws on his shoulders and turning him around to face the door. "Get out there and show everyone what an adorable little baby you are. Remember, your behavior tonight will determine when your cock cage comes off, if at all. So you better be perfect if you ever want to touch your little winky ever again."

Luke could feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, but he knew there was nothing he could do or say that would change her mind. He could tell she was dead serious from the firm tone in her voice, and that he was one step away from royally pissing her off. Even still, he couldn't bring himself to go out there, knowing he'd be utterly humiliated. That is, until he felt his mommy's strong paw on his back, urging him forward. He turned and looked up at mommy once last time, hoping she would reconsider at the last possible second, but she just pointed to the door.

Defeated, Luke lowered his head and walked his cute padded butt out into the hallway wearing nothing but his sissy plastic panties and a wimpy little t-shirt. He took small steps, trying to delay the inevitable, but mommy followed close behind, ensuring that he continued to make forward progress. Trapped, Luke didn't know what to do. He could hear voices coming from the end of the hall, but there was nowhere to run to. Too scared to take another step, mommy had to push him the second half of the journey, not stopping until he was standing in the center of the living room.

Luke's exposed little legs trembled as he found himself under the watchful gaze of three beautiful women in designer clothes that he'd never seen before. He could hear them talking loudly and carrying on as he was walked down the hallway, but now it was quiet enough to hear his own heart thudding inside his chest. He wished someone would break the tension. Unfortunately, the first person to speak up happened to be a rather loud and obnoxious timber wolf.

"Holy shit, Ruby! _That's_your husband? You weren't kidding when you said you had him pussy whipped," she said, having a good laugh at his expense. "You got the little guy is wearing diapers and everything. Haha!"

"I'm offended that you doubted me in the first place," said mommy, wearing a pompous smirk as she showed her docile baby of a husband off to all her friends. "Girls, this is Luke, my precious little meal ticket. Luke, these are some of mommy's friends, Kate, Nailah, and Lisa. Can you say 'hello' to my friends, Luke?"

Naturally, Luke was too mortified to speak. He couldn't get his throat to make a so much as a sound, knowing that it would be met with derisive laughter, most likely from that loud-mouthed wolf, Kate. Next to her was Nailah, a lioness that glared down at him with a look of pure disdain that made Luke want to crawl up and die. Finally, over on the loveseat all by herself was Lisa. The towering mare was the largest of all the ladies in the room, but also the least threatening, thanks to her welcoming smile.

"Don't be shy, lil' one. Come over and give me a hug," said Lisa, holding out her arms.

Sill, Luke remained frozen to the spot, too nervous to move muscle as the large mare tried to beckon him forward. He knew he had to do something, but he was petrified. The embarrassment was simply too much to deal with. Afraid he could start crying at any moment, he lowered his eyes to the floor and nervously played with his tail, trying to calm himself before he had a meltdown. Of course, the peanut gallery didn't stay quiet for long.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" asked Kate, speaking directly to Luke this time. "Trying to push out a huge dump or something?"

"He better not shit himself anywhere I can smell it," said Nailah, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she finally broke her silence.

"Don't be such a spoilsport," said Kate. "You wanna learn how to change a diaper, right?"

"Ugh, don't be gross," replied Nailah. "I have enough trouble with men who act like little boys, I don't want to encourage another one."

"Yes, we all know you have trouble with men," said Kate, playfully ribbing the haughty lioness. Fortunately, Ruby broke into the conversation before things got anymore heated between the two women on the couch.

"Come on, ladies. Save some of that bitchiness for later. It'll be more fun once you've got a few more drinks in you," said Ruby, playing peacemaker. "You don't need to worry about Luke either. He's just grouchy because I took away his favorite toy."

Luke was relieved for a brief moment, glad that she didn't share any shameful details about his punishment earlier. However, much to his horror, it soon became apparent that everyone had already heard the whole story.

"Well, that's easy enough to fix," said Kate. "We can just dress Lisa up like Princess Pony and Luke can hump her leg to his heart's content."

"That's not quite the toy I was referring to," said Ruby, motioning toward the small, silver key hanging around her neck.

"What's that?" asked Nailah.

"This is the one and only key to Luke's chastity device," answered Ruby, proudly. "If he ever wants to hump his stuffed animals again, he's going to have to earn it. Either that, or take me to divorce court for it, because I'm not giving up this little key without a fight."

Everyone had a good laugh except for poor Luke. He'd never been so humiliated. He just wanted to tuck tail and run, but mommy was still right behind him, blocking his escape. To make matters worse, he could feel the tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes and he knew it wouldn't be long before he broke down into tears. Not wanting to be seen crying like a baby, he ran forward into Lisa's waiting arms and buried his face in her blouse, hoping to hide his tear-filled eyes from the rest of the ladies.

As big as she was, Lisa was able to scoop the little fennec up in her arms effortlessly and cradle him like a baby. He was ashamed to look her in the eye at first, but her warm smile helped put him at ease. Mommy was still going on, explaining his new cock cage in detail to Kate and Nailah, who had all sorts of prying questions for her, but Luke did his best to tune out most of it.

Feeling more like a baby already, he found it easier to ignore the "grown-up" conversation going on around him, especially when he was pressed up against the well-endowed mare's voluptuous chest. Though, he was soon forced back to reality, realizing that Lisa was speaking directly to him.

"You are just the cutest little thing," said Lisa, setting Luke down on her knee and giving him a pinch on the cheek. "Hopefully your mommy will ask me to babysit sometime. I have all sorts of fun toys for little babies like you."

Luke was overwhelmed with embarrassment. He wasn't used to being treated like a child by anyone other than mommy, so he was still too bashful to look her in the eyes as she spoke to him. There was one part of his body that wasn't shy, and it happened to be the one part of his body that was locked inside a small plastic tube.

Of course, he always got aroused at the most inopportune moments, and this was the most inopportune time imaginable. He tried to keep him mind off of it, hoping it would go away before it got any worse, but the tight cockring around his naughty parts only made his unwanted erections stick around even longer. Eventually, Lisa noticed the look of discomfort on his face and giggled.

"Go ahead and use your diaper. You don't have to try and hold it for me," said Lisa.

Luke shook his head and pouted, frustrated by everyone's weird obsession with his his diapers. Meanwhile, his teeny little boyhood was still trying to grow bigger despite its tiny prison, and the fact that Lisa had her gorgeous cleavage in his face wasn't helping matters at all. The pressure just kept building up, and it felt like his poor lil' dicklet was going to explode. Unable to help himself, he scrunched up his face and pressed his paw against the front of his diaper, desperate to do something to sooth his disobedient stiffy. Of course, this wouldn't go unnoticed either.

"Oh, I see. Someone doesn't like their new cock cage," said Lisa, sticking a finger in the little fennec's waistband so she could peer down into the front of his diaper.

Luke lowered his ears and clapped his paws over his eyes, unable to watch her reaction. His pathetic little twig and berries was his greatest shame, and she was about to see everything. From his sissy pink cock cage, to his tiny shaved and powdered balls, everything inside his diaper proved that he was closer to an little girl than a man, and her reaction was certainly appropriate.

"Aw, what a cute little clitty you have," said Lisa. "You're lucky I'm not your mommy, because I'd never unlock a clit as perfect as yours."

Luke heard the conversation between the other ladies come to an abrupt halt as Lisa was teasing him loudy about his clit. He lowered his hands and looked around to see what everyone was so interested in. As expected, they were all staring at _him_now. Kate snorted with laughter, while Nailah had a scowl on her face, disgusted by what a pathetic excuse of a man he was. He looked to mommy, hoping she would excuse him to his room, but she didn't react at all. She and Lisa were acting as though all of this were perfectly normal, and Lisa even took the opportunity to give her tips on how to keep Luke locked up in chastity.

"You know, Ruby, you don't have to bother taking his little wee-wee out to play as long as you drain his balls from time to time," said Lisa, picking Luke up off her knee and plopping him down in her lap. "You can use a prostate massager to milk him, or even just your finger. It's easy once you find his p-spot. I can show you real quick."

"I'm sure you could," said mommy with a devilish grin, "but I'm willing to unlock the little guy for some playtime as long as he's willing to earn it. After all, he needs _something_to look forward to as a reward for good behavior."

"That's one way to do it," said Lisa. "Some boys will do anything for release once they get desperate enough. From you've told me about this little guy, he'll be groveling at your feet in less than a week. How often were you planning to let him out?"

"I haven't decided yet, depends how I feel at the end of the night," said mommy, looking directly at her husband to remind him he was being judged.

Luke lowered his head, burying his face in his hands. He hated that they kept talking about him like he wasn't even in the room. It was one thing to be dressed like a baby, but they were treating him like one too. He just wanted to disappear so they'd start talking about something else, but Lisa was a fountain of advice.

"Well, whatever you do, you should use the calendar on your phone to keep track of the days," said Lisa. "It can be hard to remember, especially if he keeps getting days added to his sentence. If he figures out that punishment days aren't being counted, then he's going to start acting up all the time."

"You two are unbelievable," said Nailah, shaking her head as she tried to process the bizarre conversation happening around her.

"What's wrong?" asked mommy, looking smugly superior. "I figured you of all people could appreciate the benefits of turning a grown man into a sniveling boy. Might keep them from running off all the time."

"Mountains of shitty diapers and clouds of baby powder don't do anything for me," said the lioness, firing back. "At least tell me he's not going to be around when the guys get here."

"What, you don't think the guys would get a kick out of our little mascot?" asked Kate, giving Nailah a playful nudge.

"This may surprise you, but babies tend to repel horny men," said Nailah, her words dripping with sarcasm as she gave Kate the bitchiest look imaginable.

"Okay, okay, calm your tits. He'll be snug in his crib by the time the fun starts," said mommy. "Speaking of which, I'm going to run to the kitchen to get another bottle of champagne. Lisa, why don't you drop Luke off in his playpen. I think he's had enough excitement for one day."

"Alright Luke, you heard what mama said," said Lisa, scooping up the little diapered fennec and carrying him over to the playpen in the other corner of the room. She spoke softly to him as she lowered him down onto his bottom. "Just let auntie Lisa know when you're ready for a fresh diaper, okay tyke?"

Luke gave a quick nod to appease her, though he had no intention of requesting a diaper change from anyone other than his mommy. It was bad enough being dressed up like a sissy boy in front of all these lovely ladies without having his shameful little privates put on full display, not to mention his chubby, freshly-shaven hindquarters. He felt like he dodged a bullet as he watched Lisa walk back over to her seat, no longer a threat to his diapers. A moment later, their boring grown-up conversation resumed and he could finally rest a while, knowing that he was no longer the center of attention.

Even still, he was fighting back tears as he tried to process what he'd just been through. Now that he was alone in his playpen, he could remember every degrading detail, reliving it over and over again in his mind. He tried to collect his thoughts and calm himself down, not wanting to attract any more attention to himself, especially while mommy was in the other room. Unfortunately, he didn't have anything to keep him distracted.

The playpen was totally empty other than one set of oversized plastic keys and a wadded up blanket that smelled like sour milk from when his bottle leaked on it the day before. He was still happy to sit on the blanket, despite the slightly unpleasant odor, but the keys were totally useless. Unfortunately, his gameboy was back on the floor of his nursery. Mommy told him to bring it, but he forgot, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

He sniveled quietly, trying to hold back as much possible as he wallowed in self pity. This was already a contender for the worst day of his life, and now he couldn't even play his video games because he fucked up something so simple. His self-loathing was off the charts as he curled up on his blanket with his knees tucked up into his chest, wiping away tears with his tail as he tried not to whimper too loudly.

Fortunately, mommy's friends were just as loud as she was. There was no way anyone would hear his insignificant whining as long as they were all clamouring to talk over each other. At least they'd stopped talking about him and moved onto such other exciting subjects as shopping. None of that stuff interested him in the slightest. That is, until they mentioned their collective jealousness over mommy's ever-changing menagerie of new clothes. Even Nailah that to admit that caring for a little trust-fund baby like Luke had its benefits. Of course, they talked quietly so mommy wouldn't hear in the other room, knowing that she'd never let them live it down if she found out.

For some reason, it filled Luke with a bizarre sense of pride to know that his mommy was the best dressed of all her friends. Just seeing how salty it made Nailah somehow justified the ridiculous amounts of money mommy spent on clothes each month. At least, it proved he was useful in some way. He couldn't pleasure her like a husband normally would, but he could make sure she was the envy of every woman she met.

Though, it wasn't just his money that kept her looking so fabulous. She had a great body and she knew how to use it. She worked out for hours every week to keep her perfect figure, but she wasn't just a pretty face. She was smart, witty, and could turn up the class when needed, as demonstrated by the tray of champagne flutes and fancy hors d'oeuvres she carried in from the kitchen a minute later.

Though, poor Luke didn't have any snacks or anything else to do besides watch the festivities through the mesh walls of his playpen. That is, until mommy strolled over and offered him a bacon wrapped scallop.

He got up on his feet, and though he was barely tall enough to peek over the walls of his playpen, he was still close enough to smell the tasty treat in her hand. As soon as he was close enough, mommy reached behind his head and expertly unbuckled his pacifier gag with one hand before popping the large rubber nipple out of his mouth.

Luke was happy to finally get that damn pacifier out of his mouth, giving him a chance to stretch his aching jaw. Though, he was even happier when mommy popped the salty, smoky morsel into his mouth. It wasn't everyday he got delicious grownup food, and he savored every moment, knowing he'd be back to oatmeal, strained vegetables, and hotdogs again tomorrow.

He missed eating delicious food like that everyday, but he knew better than to bring that up now. Mommy may have removed his pacifier for now, but that didn't mean she wouldn't put it right back in if abused his talking privileges. Fighting his instinctive urge to beg for more, he smiled and gave a quick "thank you".

"See? Being a good little pup has its benefits," she said, giving him a pat on his head. "I knew you'd enjoy being the center of attention."

"Hmph," grumbled Luke, crossing his arms as he looked away to pout.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," said mommy, rolling her eyes. "I know you're just playing coy. You were rock hard in your little chastity cage the whole time you were on Lisa's lap, and don't try to deny it."

Luke was too embarrassed to say anything, but it was true. His eager little pecker had only finally shrunk back down as he sat waiting in his playpen, and though he was too ashamed to admit it out loud, the guilty look in his eye told her everything she needed to know. He tried to keep up his pouty demeanor, even as she poked fun at him, but his face lit up with delight when he saw what else mommy had for him.

"I figured you might want this," she said, handing him the gameboy he'd forgetting in his room earlier.

"Yes, please. I forgot it on accident," said Luke, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning as he took the game system from her hands.

"Yeah, I know," said mommy. "You were in such a hurry to get out here and show off your pretty pink panties that you left it on the floor of the nursery. Try to be more careful with your toys, because you won't be getting another gameboy if you break this one."

"Sorry, mommy. I'll be more careful," said Luke, trying to look as apologetic as possible by lowering his ears and looking down to the floor. Luckily, mommy didn't scold him too much in front of her friends before moving on.

"That's a good boy," said mommy, tousling the fluff on Luke's head as she looked down with a smile of pure condescension. "Now you sit and play your little game and I'll bring you your dinner soon. I have a bottle warming for you in the kitchen and it'll be ready in just a few minutes."

"Okay, mommy. I'll keep my game quiet," said Luke, doing his best to hide his disappointment. He wasn't exactly pleased to hear he'd only be getting a bottle for dinner, but he knew he was in no position to complain, especially if he wanted to stay on her sweet side.

"That's very considerate of you, dear. That chastity cage is already turning you into quite the little angel," she said, stroking his cheek gently before wandering away to resume her duties as hostess.

Luke plopped down on his padded butt and switched on his gameboy the instant mommy was gone. He lowered the volume down to the lowest setting he could get away before starting his game and jumping right back in where he'd left off. In that moment, all was right with the world, and his worries seemed to fade away. He hardly noticed that there were other people in the room, despite their loud gossiping.

It hardly seemed like any time had passed before mommy returned with his bottle and another scallop to keep him happy and grateful. Luckily, she didn't stick around to chat this time, allowing Luke to focus on his game as he sucked on his bottle like an overgrown toddler. To his surprise, she'd even added some strawberry syrup to his bottle, adding some much needed sweetness to his formula, which was usually chalky and bland.

She was clearly trying to keep him calm and copacetic, but he didn't care as long as she was showing him the good life. His oversized bottle of strawberry "milk" was better than going hungry, and he was most definitely glad to have his gameboy back. He didn't want to risk losing either of those things by telling mommy how he _really_felt about his new cock cage or her weird friends. Instead, he just kept his mouth shut and sucked his bottle, keeping to himself as the grownups sat on the other side of the room.

They sipped champagne and sampled hors d'oeuvres for nearly an hour, chattering incessantly the entire time. In that time they covered a wide range of topics, from shopping and daytime TV, to the sexy new bartender that recently started at their favorite club and the things they'd do to him if they got the chance. Luke tried to focus on his childish games, but couldn't help listening in to the more sultry bits. One thing was clear, he'd never be man enough to please any one of them. They all had their preferences, but one common theme seemed to be a love of large cocks, something he clearly lacked.

Though, a thick shaft wasn't enough to please these ladies, you had to have a thick wallet too. They were only interested in men that had money, constantly trying to one up each other with stories about their various affluent fuck buddies they'd had over the years. A few casual hookups would get their bills paid for a couple months, and they usually had a few men dangling on the line at any given time. They were clearly skilled at playing the game, but Ruby was still miles ahead. The clever panthress didn't have to seek out her next meal. She had her own little walking, talking ATM right at home, and there was no risk of him slipping away. Her claws were in deep, and they weren't coming out until she'd bled him dry.

Of course, it always sounded better when it came rolling off her silver tongue. She didn't bother trying to hide her love for Luke's money, but she never spoke too frankly about her long-term plans for their marriage. While the other ladies in the group spoke plainly, mommy always kept her true intentions hidden behind a fog of vague generalities and witty repartee. As a result, Luke only heard what he wanted to hear, ignoring the obvious warning signs in favor of his own half-baked rationalizations and a healthy dose of escapism in the form of his video games.

He sat and nursed on his bottle between battles, not paying much attention to the world around him as he pounded down strawberry flavored formula just as quick as he could suck it through the rubber nipple. Maybe it was because he so rarely got sweets, but he couldn't get enough of it, finishing the whole bottle in less than ten minutes. By the time he'd gotten it all down, he could feel it sloshing around in his stomach. He'd been extra hungry thanks to his little appetizer, but now he just felt sick from drinking too much sugary liquid.

He didn't regret it though. It was the closest thing to a milkshake he'd had in a long time, and he'd rather be uncomfortably full than go to bed hungry. Ignoring his bellyache, he spread out on the floor of his playpen, propping himself up on his elbows as he got back into his game. He was closing in on the final boss soon. He just had to make it through one more hallway of boss battles, but it was the most unfair part of the whole game.

Dieing on any of the bosses meant you had to go back to the beginning of the whole gauntlet and start again. They didn't even drop health refills between fights. He'd beaten the game before, but that was on an easier mode. Now the bosses all had more moves, more health, and did more damage, ensuring he got sent back to the start of the hallway several times. After several more failures over the course of an hour, he was starting to wonder if he had enough lives to get the job done.

He bit his tongue, careful not to make a sound even though he just wanted to scream every time he saw his character blown to bits. He knew better than to make a fuss over his video games, and he really didn't want to do anything to get the attention of his mommy's friends, so he paused the game and took a break to allow himself a chance to settle down. Though, without his games to keep him occupied, he soon noticed a familiar feeling brewing in his tummy.

"Ugh, I really don't need this now," thought Luke, changing positions to take pressure off his stomach.

He sat with his back against the wall of the playpen, clutching his belly as he felt gas bubbles painfully pushing their way through his coiling digestive track. He hoped it would pass soon, going back to his game to take his mind off his churning, gurgling insides, but he didn't get very far with his thoughts focused elsewhere. Frustrated, he soon had to pause the game again. Partly because he didn't want to lose anymore lives, but more so because his gut felt like it was being tied in a knot.

"Just wait it out, and it will go away," he thought, scrunching his face up as he felt his stomach cramp up. "Just hold it, and you'll be fine."

Unfortunately, the pressure didn't fade away. In fact, it only got worse from there, quickly escalating from a little tummy trouble to a full-blown potty emergency. He carefully got to his feet and shuffled over to the side of the playpen, keeping his chubby little buttcheeks clenched together as tightly as possible. He had to get on his tiptoes just to get a decent view, but to his horror, mommy was nowhere to be found.

He knew she wouldn't let him use the toilet, that was too much to ask for an infantile little whelp like him, but he at least hoped she wouldn't make him use his diapers right here in front of everyone. Of course, she couldn't do anything for him until she got back, and he had no idea where she'd gone. So, he did the only thing he could do. He stood there, shifting his weight back and forth from one leg to the other as he desperately waited for her return.

To his embarrassment, he accidentally let a whimper escape from his lips as he fought back the urge to unload into his diaper. There was hardly any respite between cramps now, and he knew it wouldn't be long now before his nature took its course. Still, he held out hope that mommy would stroll back into the room at any moment and recognize his plight. Unfortunately, the only person who noticed his sensitive situation was Nailah, picking up on the solitary high-pitched whimper he'd let slip.

"Hey Ruby, you might want to come in here. It looks like Luke is doing the potty dance," said the lioness, calling out to her friend in the other room, sounding just as unamused as always.

"Oh my god, you're right. He looks like he's about to blast off," said Kate, excitement in her eyes as she waited to see whether the little guy was actually going to do the unthinkable right in his own pants.

As usual, Lisa was the only one who actually spoke directly to Luke, asking him whether he had a tummy ache.

"Uh huh, can you please get my mommy," said Luke weaky, his voice shaking with fear as he imagined the shame of defiling his diaper right here in front of everyone. He hadn't even realized that he'd called his wife "mommy" out loud until Kate called him out on it.

"You hear that? He even calls her 'mommy'! Are we sure Ruby didn't kidnap and marry and actual preschooler?" asked Kate, sounding rather amused with herself.

Luke clammed up immediately. Not because he was intimidated by the cackling wolfess on the sofa, but because he felt something drop into the seat of his diaper. A moment later, he felt a bit more slip out from between his powdered asscheeks. He tried to act natural, but his tight-lipped frown made it obvious that something was wrong.

"Are you alright, sweety?" asked Lisa, concerned by his sudden change in expression.

Luke tried to play it off, but was barely able to speak as he struggled to keep from shitting himself anymore than he already had, "I-I'm okay...I just... uh... I... "

The little fennec couldn't even stammer out a full sentence before a torrent of soft, runny filth erupted from his backside, quickly filling the seat of his diaper with muddy stool as he squatted there helplessly, tail up in the air. The whole ordeal only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed like forever to poor Luke who could only stand there dumbfounded, involuntarily shitting his pants in front of the whole group. No way he'd be able to fib his way out of this one, everyone watching knew exactly what was going on.

If they couldn't tell by his not-so-subtle posture already, then they'd definitely be able to hear the sloppy sounds coming out from under his tail. His thick diaper muffled it a bit, but as the room fell silent, it became impossible to ignore the unmistakable sounds of him befouling his diaper. Everything felt like slow motion as he watched their reactions, witnessing the exact moment each of them picked up on the scent of his freshly soiled diaper.

"Priceless," said Kate, laughing like an idiot to offset the uncomfortable silence in the room.

Nailah just scowled, not saying anything as she covered her nose with a napkin to shield her nostrils from the heavier stink molecules in the air. That, or she was trying to cover her face to escape the second hand embarrassment radiating from the pathetic little manchild with the fully loaded diaper. Lisa, however, was quick to take a more hands on approach.

"Uh oh, let's check and see if someone made a mushy in his astronaut pants," said Lisa as she walked over to the playpen.

Luke was still too stunned to move, making him easy to catch. The strong mare reached down and scooped him up under his armpits, holding him up high enough to get a good sniff of his diaper while his stubby legs dangled uselessly beneath him.

"Whew, you are one stinky baby," said Lisa, turning her nose up as she set him down outside the playpen.

"I could have told you that, genius," said Nailah, annoyed by the whole situation. "It reeks like a cesspit in here."

"Yeah, I'm starting to get lightheaded," said Kate, who wasn't in much of a laughing mood anymore.

"Pff, lightweights," said Lisa, teasing her overly delicate friends before turning her attention back to Luke. Reaching down, she took him by the arm and said, "Now, show me where your mommy keeps your diapers and auntie Lisa will get you cleaned up."

Luke opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. A moment later, his mouth snapped shut once more having not uttered a single word. His lip was already quivering, and he knew his voice would get stuck in his throat if he tried to speak. All he could do was look up at the powerful mare towering over him and shake his head. He didn't want her to change him. He wanted his mommy, and he wanted her now, but as usual, no one really cared what he wanted.

"What? Don't be silly," said Lisa, disregarding his response. "Come with me. We gotta get you cleaned up."

Luke tried to stand his ground, but was easily uprooted as Lisa pulled him across the room by his arm. He dug his heels into the plush carpet, but he didn't even come close to slowing down the massive mare. At that moment, it looked like there was no escape. This strange woman was going to peel off his dirty diaper and see his naked little privates all caked with filth, and there was no way to stop it. That is, until mommy came back from the kitchen and saved him.

"Alright, what did you do this time?" she asked, hands firmly on her hips as she eyed the worried little fennec suspiciously.

"I had an accident," said Luke, looking down at his feet. Everyone around him already knew, but it was still hard to admit to it outloud. He hoped his honesty would earn him some points with mommy, but all it earned him was another scolding.

"Really? Have you no shame at all?" she asked, tapping her foot like she was expecting an answer.

Luke didn't have anything to say for himself. He knew how pathetic he was, and wished he had his pacifier back so he'd have an excuse not to talk. Unfortunately, the only thing preventing him from speaking was his own cowardice, and mommy was still waiting impatiently for an answer. Overwhelmed with stress, he popped his thumb into his mouth and starting sucking like it was instinct. For a moment, it looked like mommy was getting ready to scold him again, but Lisa spoke up before she could lay into him.

"It's alright, Ruby. Just tell me where you keep the diapers and I can get him changed while you finish setting up," said Lisa, sounding positively giddy at the idea of playing "dolly" with her new plaything.

For a moment, it looked like mommy was actually considering the offer. She glared down at her quivering husband, cold and emotionless as she pondered his fate. He gulped hard and shook his head, hoping for mercy as he thought about the shame and humiliation that a public diaper change would surely bring. However, he had little reason to be optimistic. Mommy seemed to be doing everything she could to make him miserable, and he had to wonder if this was all part of her plan from the beginning of the night. His eyes filled with tears again, preparing for the bad news that was sure to come, but then mommy surprised him.

"You don't have to do that," said mommy, waving off Lisa's offer. "He's just acting out because he's still mad about this morning. If he wants to shit his pants like an impertinent little brat, then he can just sit in his own mess until he learns his lesson."

Luke couldn't tell whether mommy was trying to do him a favor, or if this was supposed to be another punishment, but he didn't care. Anything was better than having his poopy bottom wiped clean in front of all these ladies, and it was all he could do to not crack a smile. He didn't want to act too happy about it, in case mommy decided to change her mind, but her mind was clearly made up already.

"Don't just stand there," said mommy, turning her attention back to Luke. "Go to your room, and stay there. You're grounded for the rest of the night."

"Yes, mommy," said Luke, waddling his way over to the hallway, not wanting to spread the muck around in his diapers anymore than he had to. Though, as he reached the hall, he stopped and turned back toward mommy, realizing his gameboy had been left behind in the playpen. However, he was shouted down before he even had a chance to explain.

"Go! Now!" shouted mommy sternly as she pointed toward the hall. "I don't wanna see_you or _hear you again until I come in later to put you to bed."

Luke, shut his mouth quick, deciding it was better to just go rather than face mommy's wrath while everyone was watching. He hung his head and turned around, trying to shuffle out of the room before anyone noticed his tears. Mommy was being so unfair. He just wanted to yell and stomp his feet, but that strategy wasn't as effective as it used to be. Mommy didn't let him get away with arguing, backtalk, or tantrums anymore, leaving him with no recourse but to swallow his frustration and slink away, defeated. However, this time it was Lisa who came to the rescue as he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Don't forget this," said Lisa, smiling as she handed him the gameboy he'd left behind.

Luke took it from her hand, too surprised to react properly as he looked to mommy to see if she'd let him keep it.

"Well? What do you say?" asked mommy, crossing her arms as she stared him down.

"Th-thank you," said Luke, turning back to Lisa. He bowed his head slightly, squeezing his gameboy to his chest before scurrying away down the hallway, embarrassed by his childish behavior. Regardless, he was still relieved to be free of their judging eyes, and looked forward to being sequestered away in his room for the rest of the night.

He closed the door behind him and turned on the TV, making sure the volume was low enough that no one would hear, but loud enough to block out the noise for the living room. Unfortunately, he only had one tape, and it was the Princess Pony sing-a-long that mommy left in the VCR weeks ago. He'd heard all these songs so many times, he knew them by heart, but all his other tapes were out in the living room under the big TV so he had to make do with what he had. At least, that's what he told himself.

In reality, it was his favorite tape, which is why mommy kept it in the nursery to get him to calm down before bed most nights. Without even realizing it, he hummed along to the theme song as he sprawled out on the floor with his gameboy. He stayed on his belly so he wouldn't have to sit in his squishy mess, hoping to keep the filth from spreading too much. If he was going to be stuck in this diaper for the next few hours, he wanted to keep it as pleasant as possible. That is to say, as pleasant as a shitty, piss-soaked diaper could ever be. At least he had his gameboy to keep his mind off his muddy backside.

Now that he could finally concentrate, he didn't have nearly as much trouble beating the gauntlet and reaching the final boss room. He was worried that the last boss would be way different now that he was playing on hard mode, but besides an increased health pool, the pattern was totally the same. After twenty minutes of kiting the boss around the room, avoiding heat seeking missiles, and chugging health potions, he'd finally beaten him. Finally, with the boss' key in hand, he freed the king, and got the satisfaction of watching the end credits scroll across the screen.

There was an even harder difficulty he could try next, but he decided to switch to a more relaxing game for a while. He got up to swap his game, and also hit the rewind button to start his sing-a-long tape over at the beginning. While the tape was rewinding, he noticed the party out in the living room had gotten larger and noisier. There were twice as many voices now, deep male voices that he'd never heard before. Though, between everyone talking at once and the loud music, he couldn't really make out anything that was being said. All he knew was the party was ramping up, and it didn't sound like it was ending anytime soon.

Luke grumbled to himself, wondering when mommy would be back to take care of his mushy diaper. Knowing mommy, she was going to leave him wallowing in his own putrid mess for the rest of the night while she got drunk and danced with other men. Of course, what was he going to do? Go out there in his little pink t-shirt and plastic underpants and demand she clean his bottom? Yeah, right. He knew better than to try and tell mommy what to do. She'd just stick his pacifier gag back in his mouth and sit him down on the timeout stool, right in front of everyone, squishy diaper and all.

He tried not to think about what was going on out in the living room. He tried not to think about the shit weighing down the back of his diapers. Most of all, he tried not to think about the tiny chastity cage that was locked down tightly over his poor little pecker, preventing him from getting a proper stiffy as he thought about his shameful predicament. He'd been grounded to his room for pooping his Huggies in front of mommy's friends, and now he had to sit in the awful mess like a helpless baby. He didn't know why, but it was getting him hard in his cock cage, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, starting the tape over again before laying back down on the floor again with his gameboy. Still, his miniscule erection wasn't going anywhere, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on his game while the tip of his little dick was crushed into the end of the short cock tube. He hadn't even been locked up for a day, and he already missed the feeling of grinding his naughty bits against the soft padding of his diaper. He wondered if he'd ever get that feeling again as he pressing his paw against the front of his diaper but felt nothing.

For hours he lay there, playing video games and bobbing his head to the music. The lyrics were sweet and innocent, but his head was filled with dirty thoughts nonetheless. When was she going to unlock him? Was she going to jack his tiny penis off herself, or let him do it? Would he have to wear his chastity device in the bath? What if she decided to never unlock him? What if he had to go through life with an adorable little clitty, never cumming again unless mommy put a finger up his butt to milk his prostate? It was a scary thought, but it got his itty-bitty dicklet harder than anything else.

By the time his sing-a-long video had played through for a second time, he was so pent up and horny that he was in the fetal position, grabbing his crotch, wishing he could pleasure himself. His cock and balls ached from his tight chastity device, and the constant erections still hadn't stopped. He wished he could rid his mind of these dirty thoughts, but they just kept repeating over and over in his mind with no way to find release. Mentally and physically exhausted from everything he'd been through, he began to doze off, still clutching his gameboy in his hands.

He woke up sometime later, startled and confused as mommy lifted him up the floor and carried him over to his changing table. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, or if he'd really slept at all, but it must have been a while since mommy was totally hammered now. She smelled like wine and wobbled a bit as she set him down on the table, but he was still glad to finally see her again, having fallen asleep thinking he'd been forgotten.

"Les get you into a clean diaper b'fore bed," she said, much louder than necessary as she grabbed him by the ankles and hoisted his rump off the table.

The plastic underpants came first, then the diaper. A moment later, he felt a wad of cold, wet baby wipes against his bottom, then another, and another. He expected the usual teasing, either about the smell, or about his pathetic little twig and berries, but mommy was unusually nice tonight.

"Such a good pup, not fussin' or squirmin' on the changing table," she said, using another handful of wipes to scour her husband's little nutsack clean along with the chastity device that was locked around it. "...And best of all, no more annoying little stiffies to get in the way."

Luke pouted, upset by how much his mommy seemed to like his new caged-up clitty. At this rate, he was afraid she'd never let him go back to being a free man again, but he couldn't say anything, or she'd just leave him locked up longer. He just had to lie there and accept it, or risk ruining her good mood by arguing. Even still, it wasn't hard to tell that he hated his new cock cage.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it in time," said mommy, jiggling the little plastic cock tube between his legs. "It may feel a lil' tight now, but Lisa said yer boyhood will eventually shrink down a bit now that it's not getting any use."

Luke looked up at his mommy with a puzzled expression, wondering what Lisa had to do with any of this.

"Oh, didn't I mention? Lisa's the one who suggested the cock cage in the first place," said mommy, grinning mischievously. "She swears by 'em, says they can turn any man into a sissy. She's had a couple a suckers paying her rent for the last year with the expectation that she's gonna unlock them someday, but she never does. Said they've been locked up for so long that their cocks have shriveled down to the size of button mushrooms. Isn't that jus' the funniest thing you ever heard?"

"Yes, mommy," said Luke half-heartedly, doing his best not to complain about his own chastity. He couldn't tell whether she was telling him all this just to mess with him, or if she was just really wasted. Either way, he felt his tiny penis tuck back inside of his body in fear.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not that mean," continued mommy. "Keep up the good behaviour like you showed tonight, and I'll make sure you get to play with yer little ding-a-ling now and then. All my friends loved you, by the way. They agreed you were absolutely adorable the way you pooped your diaper like a real baby. Well, 'cept for Nailah, but she's a cunt so who really cares? You made me proud, and that's all that matters. You definitely earned your special treat, that's for sure."

Despite everything she'd done to him today, Luke's heart melted when mommy said she was proud of him. He felt special. He felt cute. Most importantly, he felt loved. Even the dig at Nailah made him feel better, seeing how mommy lashed out at anyone who was mean to him. It made him feel protected, safe from the outside world with mommy guarding over him. She knew best, and she wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

Even now that she was entertaining guests, she still took the time to get him into a clean diaper. She wiped him over and over, until his chubby little bottom was spotless, but it didn't stop there. She rubbed down his shaven diaper area with lotion to make sure his skin didn't get too dry, then smeared on a layer of rash cream between his legs to help with the itch. Finally, she gave him a generous dusting of baby powder before folding a clean diaper up between his little legs. Though, Luke had to wonder how she could give him his "special treat" with his naughty bits buried inside of an extra-thick diaper.

"B-but... what about my treat?" asked Luke sheepishly, barely speaking louder than a whisper as he played nervously with the front of his t-shirt.

"I'm making pancakes tomorrow," said mommy, matter-of-factly as she taped his diaper on nice and snug. "Why? Do you want something else? I can make you whatever you want for yerr special breakfast."

"No, mommy. Pancakes are fine," said Luke, trying to hide his disappointment as he stared up at the ceiling, feeling stupid for getting his hopes up in the first place.

"Oh, you thought?... No, no, no. You're not getting out of your new cock cage that easy," said mommy, hardly able to contain her drunken laughter as she picked him up off the changing table and carried him over to his crib.

"But mommy, you said I did good tonight," said Luke, close to tears as she laid him down and pulled his blanked up over his exposed arms and legs.

"Yes, honey, you were very good tonight, and that's why I'm going to unlock you one week from now, instead of one month," said mommy, raising the crib bars and latching them into place.

"A whole week?" asked Luke, his voice cracking as though he was on the verge of bawling. "But mommy... "

"No buts!" snapped mommy, shutting down all discussion. "I've made my decision, and that's final. Just remember, whining like this is a surefire way to get more days added on, so you better knock it off. I'm givin' you some extra leeway tonight, because this is all new for you, but there's going to be no more warnings starting tomorrow. You mouth off to me about your cock cage, you'll get an extra day and a spanking. Beg me to let you squirt and you'll get the same, plus an icy cold enema to help you cool down. Is that clear, princess?"

"Yes, very clear, mommy," he replied, afraid to say anything that might get him in trouble.

"So, I'm not gonna hear any complaints tomorrow?" she asked, following up to make sure he'd been adequately frightened into obedience.

"No, mommy," said Luke, drying his eyes with his blanket.

"I hope not," said mommy, smiling as she blew him a kiss. "Sweet dreams, baby. I'll see you tomorrow. Though, it's probably going to be a late night tonight, so try to let me sleep in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay, mommy," he said with a sniffle, trying to hold back his tears until he was out of the room.

"Love you, hun. Sleep tight," said mommy, her final words before flicking off the light and closing the door behind her, leaving Luke alone to cry himself to sleep while she got back to her soiree.

She walked back out to the living room, glad to see the party hadn't died down in her absence. Kate and Nailah were getting cozy with a couple of cute guys on the sofa while Lisa chatted up another guy on the loveseat. Though, that didn't mean the panthress wasn't missed during her time away. On the contrary, her new friend had eagerly been waiting her return.

"Hey there, sugar. I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," said the big burly Doberman as he came up behind Ruby and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Don't be silly. How could I stay away when you're waiting for me?" she said, giggling like a schoolgirl as she leaned back into his chest. Though, her innocent tittering soon have way to sensual moaning as he leaned in and began kissing her from her bare shoulder, all the way up her slender neck. She didn't do anything to stop him, which he took as an invitation to go further.

"I dunno. Maybe I'm too much man for a sweet little thing like you," he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against his pelvis.

"Never met a man who could give me more than I could handle," she said, exuding confidence as she pressed her round, shapely backside against the bulge in the front of his pants. "Though, I'd be willing to let you try."

"Try what?" he asked, playing coy as he turned her around to face him.

"No more games," said the panthress, grabbing his crotch. "You know what I want."

"Damn, girl," said the Doberman, pressing his cheek against hers, his voice rough as he whispered in her ear. "I'll give you anything you want, just tell me when and where."

"Here, tonight," she said, running her claw along the back of his neck. "I want your knot so fucking bad."

"What a thirsty little bitch you are," he said, licking his chops before going in for a long, deep kiss.

"You have no idea," she said, taking his tongue deep into her mouth, getting a good taste before pushing him away and smiling seductively. "Let's continue this somewhere a bit more private, shall we?"

"Just lead the way, sugar," he said, sporting a hungry grin as she took him by the hand.

"You take good care of her," said Lisa, calling out to the big Doberman from the loveseat as the happy couple made their way down the hall.

"Oh, I will," he said, sounding cocksure of himself as Ruby pulled him across the threshold to her bedroom and locked the door behind them.