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Sometimes Lightning Strikes Twice

Connor, threw his anger forward with the bullets he fired from the rented rifle, manufactured tension blowing out the casings; the thunderous slid roaring closed, as Connor did his best to exhale his tension before pulling the trigger. The breathing helped but only so much, and by the time the last round was thrown from the barrel of the 'Winterfield,' Connor's chest was still tight. Laying the rifle flat, Connor leaned on the table facing the gun range and groaned, putting his head flat on his arms he fell into the abyss of his mind.

He was as horny as a pent up incubus, he hadn't cum in nearly ten days. Connor was finally on his last legs, he couldn't take the tension much longer he was going to explode... he needed to explode; watching Newport walk around in diapers, made the pistol between Connor's legs wish for even just a cocking of the barrel. Connor just wished Newport would treat him like a damn bolt action, and slide every round hard and deep, and finally pull the trigger and unload white rounds deep inside of him. Though this tension was Connor's fault, he could have easily emptied his magazines, but he just couldn't; every time he touched himself, it felt wrong, it felt so damn empty. Connor emptied his clip just to relax, but when he started touching himself, all he could do was think about how disappointed Newport would have been.

Newport wanted to wait, he was probably struggling just as hard, but his fear was blocking the chamber, and Connor just hoped that he'd take a few more days to remove the jam, but he doubted it. Newport hesitated to do just about everything, other than cook and clean. Keeping his distance, he only really let Connor get close when he got changed.

Connor had gone to the gun range at Red Rock, to clear his mind and finally let out some tension and get his mind off Newport's cute brown package, but he could only do so much because of the financial limit. He could only spend so much money on bullets thanks to a lack of work. Just the past hour cost him around two hundred and twenty dollars because of the gun rental and the hundred-plus rounds, and the several spare targets.

Slamming his fist down on the button on the dividing wall, Connor called back his last 'kill' of the day, and only when he heard the alarm and the swaying of metal did he look and pull away from the table to take a breath. Two rounds perfectly punctured the eyes, and he had drawn a spotted smiley face over the chest. Thirteen years of practice, and forty-three sharpshooter competitions across America, really helped his aim.

Removing the target and laying it flat on the mass of poster paper in front of him, he recycled the boxes in the bin beneath the table, "What do you want?" Connor asked, feeling a presence behind him, not even turning around as he felt the stress build.

"You're rather talented." A female voice called out before collapsing as Connor glanced over his shoulder. Apparently, there was more than just the one being behind him, he had attracted a crowd of Mincridarins. That when they saw his face started to clap in quiet praise, battle scared Mincridarn rangers smiled and pushed past a timid blueberry wolf. She looked so defeated and walked away, saying nothing, going back to her station to pack up her rifle.

Connor found his back clapped by a powerful Falcon who nearly snapped his spine with the simple blow, "Who knew you could handle guns as well as blades," the falcon joked, pumping his hand in the air in a derogatory fashion, laughing the entire time.

"Human, where did you train? I'd love to find the master who trained you." A female lynx asked, but the mere mention of training reminded Connor of his dad, and his heart collapsed as he picked up the last target and folded it in half.

"I need to go... sorry I need to go." Connor finished as he dumped the rest of the papers in the recycling bin and picked up the rented rifle, as he retreated from the crowd so they wouldn't see the tears in his eyes, but he stopped just as he came to another station just across from the door. Tapping the sandy tan rabbit on the shoulder with the target Connor watched as the male pulled back from his firing and glanced down at Connor, at first in confusion and then in pity, but Connor stopped him from speaking by slapping his nose with the target.

"Everything has a weak spot, even a Mincridarn like you, so if I so much as hear you making fun of Trainer Newport again about his diapers, then maybe you can use this as a reminder." Connor finished as he slapped the target down on the station before his walls completely collapsed.

Heaving a painful breath, Connor slid his rifle down the counter to the Mincridarn polishing a pistol, a crane, who merely glanced at Connor as the human rushed out the door. The soft bell tolling his exit, before breaking into full-blown tears as he cowered in a secluded garden just around the corner of the building. His father's final beating crushing him, as Connor remembered how proud his father was of him whenever he won a trophy in a competition or when he hit a bullseye. The man that had raised him to be one of the most talented marksmen was gone, and all that was left of every fragmenting memory was pain and the beating.

Every warm memory was stained with the red of rage and his dad's final statements. The past stole his breath with every thought as he knew it could never go back to what it had been once before. His heart hurt, and his head throbbed as the warm memories were tainted and catastrophically changed. But a voice cut through the pain, "Connor... are you ok?" a timid female voice asked.

Connor looked up and saw the fringes of blue fur before warm arms wrapped around his neck, his lungs were chocked from the comfort, and he pulled himself into the sweet-smelling fur, she smelled of cotton candy; if only her fur was edible. The stupid thought made Connor chuckle as he fell into the toned and trained arms of some kind of soldier. The lovely scent was enough to help pull Connor out of the red-tinged shadows of his mind, and smile, as warm hands rubbed his back until he had finally recovered.

The stranger stayed with him until he finally had the chance to breathe and find the strength to pull away and look at the warm yellow eyes of the blue wolf. She looked wounded by his tears but still smiled, "Feel any better, Connor?" She asked, poking Connor's nose, the strange sensation making Connor instinctually pull away and shake his head.

"Yeah..." Connor exhaled, "a little better." Connor answered, not even flinching at the idea that she already knew his name, every Mincridarn in Sanctuary Hills must have heard about him by now. It had only been two days after all, and everyone talked to each other; it was a small social town.

"What happened in there? You looked so happy, and then you were crying." The female asked, and Connor breathed.

"My dad taught me how to handle guns, he was an Army Ranger, before Mincridarins came to earth. He started teaching my brother and me how to use guns since we were kids. Take them apart, clean them, fire them...everything... He disowned me... because I'm dating Trainer Newport." Connor answered as he fell back in the bench and exhaled his pain, looking up at the cerulean sky refracted by the thin invisible barrier surrounding Red Rock. Bending the shapes of clouds as they swept over the oblong dome, leaving wispy streaks of clouds.

"You miss him?"

"Yeah... I miss who he was; he's just a racist ass now." Connor sighed as he rolled his neck and rubbed the tension out of his right shoulder. "By the way... who are you?" Connor asked bluntly as he looked at the blue wolf.

"You can call me Bolt; you know like crossbow bolt or lightning bolt. Either one works." Bolt answered with a giddy laugh. "Sorry about not introducing myself Connor, it just looked like you really needed a hug." Bolt bowed ever so slightly in greeting.

"Yeah, thanks..." Connor answered as he felt his phone vibrate, Trainer Newport, must have felt his depression and just wanted to check up on him. Connor answered the call but kept it short as Bolt watched him closely, and quietly until the call ended.

"Trainer Newport?" Bolt asked, Connor nodded.

"He just wanted to check up on me," Connor explained as he tucked his phone away before looking Bolt up and down, she was wearing relaxed clothes, wearing a pink tank top with what could only be described as a space Narwhal swimming across her chest, and tie-dyed blue and pink cargo shorts. It was a very eccentric and colorful set of clothes that Connor had never seen any Mincridarn wear before; it made Bolt look like the cotton candy she smelled like."

"Nice...shirt..." Connor dragged out since he wasn't sure about what to say about the wildly colored wolf.

Bolt pulled at her shirt and smiled as she looked down at herself, "I was trying to find something cute, humans say that pink and purple is supposed to be female colors." Bolt answered as Connor glanced at her entire body, if she was trying to choose female colors, she definitely chose the wrong colored coat."

"You're also blue..." Connor merely stated just to direct the conversation because he had so many questions, he just wasn't sure where to start.

"Yeah... I like the color blue, I didn't know it was a male color until I started shopping for clothes." Bolt laughed as she stroked her own arm.

"But why are you blue?...." Connor finally asked.

Bolt looked up at Connor and smiled, leaning back on the bench, "It's a special magical dye, normally it's used to create tattoo's for ceremonial purposes, but I mainly just wanted to be different. I'm tired of always looking like every fourth wolf, and I wanted to stick out for once. I'm, or well, I used to be a hunter back on Ecorein. So I always had to look like the forest, and stain my fur just for the sake of blending in. I used to smell like dirt, mud, grass, and leaves. I felt disgusting every time I came back home, so since I came to earth, I just want to take the time to be myself, relax. I don't have to hunt and hide anymore, so it doesn't matter what I look like or smell like anymore." Bolt explained as she sniffed her fur and gave herself a smile.

"I never knew you could smell like this; it's so nice, it's not too much, is it? I tried not to use to much perfume, but it's the first time I've ever used it." Bolt asked, looking at Connor, who shook his head.

"It's not strong, and that's a good thing; you're already better at putting it on than most other humans. Though it does smell too sweet for me honestly, I prefer flowery scents." Connor admitted as Bolt suddenly lurched towards his arm.

"Connor...I just had an amazing idea; can you come and help me shop? I'd love to get a human's opinion." Bolt proposed with a wagging tail, for someone who seemed so nervous to talk before she seemed very giddy, "Some humans don't like this cotton candy scent too, I like it, but some humans seem to get sick because of it, so I could use a human's nose to tell me what smells good on me."

"Yeah, ok, that sounds fun Bolt, but did you want to talk about something else?" Connor probed, remembering how nervous she had been earlier. Embarrassment smothered Bolt's muzzle as she hid her face in Connor's shoulder, making her look like some overgrown cub. She was timid and scared once again, and her hands twitched with the reserved metallic strength that crimped Connor in all the wrong places; he winced in pain.

"Are you ok?" Connor asked, and Bolt dug deeper, to hide from her own shame.

"Connor...I was there during you're review....and I_-_-_-_-_." Bolt's voice trembled and died as she struggled to speak clearly and admit something incredibly personal, but if Bolt was bringing up the 'review,' that had to mean she was scared to admit she liked some kind of fetish.

"Bolt, hey, it's ok, you can tell me anything," Connor assured, and Bolt looked up at Connor with teary eyes before her gaze turned away in shame.

"It feels so wrong, Connor, I'm a Mincridarn; I'm a hunter and guard. I'm supposed to protect people, that's my duty, but ever since the review I can't get what you said out of my head... Ever since I came to America, I wanted to be different. I don't have to fight for my life anymore or protect everyone; I just want to let go and relax... I want someone to take care of me, protect 'me'... for once." The idea started to click in Connor's mind as he softly stroked Bolt's hands, seeing where the shame was coming from.

"I think I know what you're talking about, and that's completely ok. Sometimes it's nice to escape, to be free, and not have to worry about anything. But if that is something you want, you have to be willing to let go of the shame and actually talk about it, you need to be honest with yourself. Is this something you truly want, or is it just a fantasy? You're a Mincridarn, 'warriors,' are you really sure you would willingly disarm yourself, and trust someone to fight and protect you if need be?" Connor whispered so softly so that only the two of them could hear his words.

"I want to try," Bolt whimpered with teary eyes, "But I don't know who I can trust? Who can I talk to other than you?" The tension escaping her muzzle as she curled her head into Connor's shoulder.

Connor pet the Blue spikes and stroked her head to soothe the scared female, "I understand... but I hope you know I can't be the one to do this, right? I'm not strong enough to handle you, you need a Mincridarn."

Bolt cowered, she looked so defeated, her entire body slumping in agony as if she had just heard what she feared the most. But Connor couldn't really help her; she was physically too powerful, a mere flex of her arm could shatter concrete, and tear him apart, even if by accident, she'd need another Mincridarn to play with but who? It was hard to think of too many Mincridarins so profoundly entrenched in fetishes as he or trainer Newport was; Dagia might be able to help, but other than Dagia and Trainer Newport that was it.

"Bolt..." Connor whispered as he held her shaking hands softly, "what is it that you really want to do? I can't really help you if I don't know where to start." The wolf shuddered, shaking and shivering as she nodded, but she didn't lift her head; she was either too scared or ashamed to look him, Connor, in the eyes.

"I... I want to be a cub again." Bolt breathed, and she sounded as if her heart would stop because of her confession.

"Is that it?" Connor asked, patting her hands, stroking her lower arms to soothe the timid ranger.

"What do you mean 'is that it'?" Bolt questioned, shocked by Connor's overly simplistic answer; she looked as if she expected to be beaten and scolded and mocked for what she wanted to do; she looked so human.

"Bolt, you came to me because of what I like to do... Why would you think I would be mad about that?" Connor questioned and bolt instantly receded, looking ashamed of her own reaction, nodding.

"I'm sorry, sir." She whispered shutting and falling back on to the bench, sitting straight, but she never once let go of his arm, clinging to it as if her life depended on it; but with enough sensibility to not tear apart her own only lifeline.

"It's ok, Bolt," Connor assured, rubbing her hands, "I might not be able to help you, but I might know someone who might like to have a nice little girl around if you are willing to try."

Bolt looked up at Connor in tired bewilderment, she looked ready to do anything but was still so stuck that her muzzle wouldn't open. Connor pet her head, and she rolled into his touch, now she just looked like a cute pup, with the softest of smiles; big bad warriors just wanting to be pet and cuddled. "Are you willing to trust me, to take care of you, to be your Ward?" Connor asked, and Bolt's dreamy eyes looked at him silently, pained; Connor could feel her aching heart echo in his, and he pulled her head close.

"Give me your phone, and I'll give you a date, time, and location. If you really want this, I want you to show up there; if not, it's ok. But I'll keep you updated." Connor assured, and little by little, he watched as the reluctant ranger, offered her pink bubble gum case colored phone over. Connor put in his information and handed it back.

"I promise, if you can come, you won't be judged; not for wanting to be a sweet little pup." Connor assured as he stood up, something stiffly resisted until he pet Bolt's head, "I'll be there to introduce you, but till then, try and relax and trust me. I got your fluffy butt protected; this stays between us... mostly." Connor chuckled as he gently pulled his bruised limb from her grasp, leaving Bolt alone until he got to the edge of the garden, waving back at the wolf hiding in the shadows.

"Bye bolt, I'll text you later tonight." Connor barely got a solitary wave from the pup before he left.

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Connor barely had a chance to open the door when Trainer Newport bounded up, skidding across the newly mopped floor, flailing he fell onto his back. He looked up at his mate with an embarrassed smile as he tried to catch his breath and play off the fall, "Welcome home Connor," he started as he laid back on the floor to recover. Connor joined him and slumped to the floor, laying his chin on Newport's chest and exhaled all of his tension as he was pet, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I was stampeded, Mincridarins really liked how I handled my rifle... and-" Connor's voice collapsed, "It just brought up bad memories sir. It still hurts... being disowned like that." He pulled his face into his master's wet and musky chest. Newport had been working out once again; his acidic apple scent was warm and pleasant, and even though his chest was thinly veiled with sweat, it still felt nice. Because it was Newport's scent, his mate's soft scent.

Connor rolled his face up the damp white shirt and looked up at Newport's sad smiling muzzle, and tried to return the warmth on his lips, "I... I may have met another Mincridarn... like us." Connor dragged on as he ran his hand down his Trainer's athletic shorts; Newport regularly worked out naked, especially when he was at home, but ever since, he was bound to diapers that changed. He hid them from view; even alone, he was still scared of being caught. His bashfulness made him blush when Connor probed the padding for a diaper check; Newport could do nothing but sit still and try and smile as Connor found the dampness sufficient enough to give a kiss on the tip of Newport's nose.

Trainer Newport exhaled and adjusted himself as he tightened his legs to prevent Connor from stroking his damp loins; the poor brown bunny pried the conversation out of silence. "Really? What happened?"

"I promised I wouldn't talk about it sir, it makes them nervous, but I'm going to bring it up to Dagia. She's been looking for someone to play with, and I think this might be a perfect way to kind of train her, with real-life experience." Connor explained as Newport tickled his ears, his thin fingers pulling out a spine-tingling sensation, "Do you really think Dagia is ready for something like that, especially after what she did last Sunday?"

Connor nodded, closing his eyes as he pulled up and under Newport's hand so the sensation wouldn't leave him, "Yeah, she's been very well behaved ever since she had me over, though Mail did protect me from her antics, I'm sure. But I think this nervous little thing I found will be perfect for her...Dagia just has a way to drag people out of their insecurities, but she is very sensible... most of the time, at least. Don't worry, I promised to be there to introduce them both, so nothing gets out of hand."

"How about we make it a play date? Invite them over here instead. I don't want you to get hurt trying to stop a fight between those two if something bad happens." Trainer Newport advised with the smoothest stroking gesture over Connor's ear... Connor nearly came, his loins begging just for the simplest addition between his legs. Newport, however, knew this and barred Connor's hands behind his back to torture the larger male.

"You're terrible," Connor mumbled while Newport just smiled, rubbing noses with Connor. "I know, come on, I'll help you set everything up; it'll be great practice if you want to set up events."

"Set up events?" Connor questioned as Newport pulled up and away, dragging Connor to the living room.

"Of course, as a slave, especially head servant, your duty is to make sure everything goes as planned. My job is to act as host, entertain and act as final say...and keep you in line." Newport explained, ending in the most unsubtle way, his devious eyes saying everything that his tongue did not, as he sat Connor down and offered him a pen and paper from beneath the coffee table, "and the perfect place to start is with a list."

"Well, no, shouldn't the first thing be to see if Dagia will even do it? And to set up a date and time?" Connor questioned, but and Trainer Newport smiled.

"Is this supposed to be a noble affair or a casual event?"

"Casual, of course," Connor answered, leaning back on the couch, crossing his legs so that he had a place to write when it came down to it.

"Then, in part, you're correct. A noble event is planned far in advance so that anyone meant to attend will have time to rearrange their schedules. For minor events like this, you will want to get in contact with everyone in attendance and set a date, but before you do, have a date and time already in mind, it'll be easier to commit and arrange schedules if you already have something set." Newport lectured with a nod as he gained a rigid formality, looking up at Connor with his hands behind his back, creating a distance between them emotionally and physically as he stood behind the coffee table.

"Ok, well, next weekend is a safe start." Trainer Newport nodded in agreement.

"Yes, but when, and what day? Sunday mornings are normally reserved for divine communions. Many Mincridarins still work on the weekend because a guard's duty is never done, and being that most Mincridarins act as Mercenaries in America now, that means Friday and Saturday are great days to hold events, but only during the night and afternoon. Sunday is much the same except for most guards, the afternoon will be open as well. Why do you think the Elementary school held their market in the late morning? They were catching people leaving the temple, and right before lunch, a perfect time to stop people and catch their noses with the scent of baked goods, but it's also not early enough to stop night shift guards from attending." Trainer Newport explained, keeping a steady gaze and tone as if he was a professor for a single student course.

Connor tapped the paper in front of him, but before he could say anything, Newport found himself cut short, "Another reason why you want to establish a time and date before contacting anyone, especially a Mincridarn is that we respect order and discipline. We hate ambiguity, and respect structure, while practice keeps us safe, it's ok to make events in the party vague, but dates and times should impart be absolute." Trainer Newport stamped into his palm with a closed fist.

"Ok, well how about five on Saturday, it gives everyone enough time to settle down, talk and get comfortable, since we are hosts, that means you have to cook since I'm probably going to be on the floor playing with the wolf, and then we finish at eight if everything is going well." Connor suggested, and Master Newport nodded, "That doesn't sound too bad, but tell me if we are possibly diapering your play date, how nervous were they when they talked to you?"

"Very." Connor simply answered as he wrote down the necessary notes on his paper.

"Then entertainment will be key, if they are nervous, then they might not have any idea of what to do. Then they will collapse and push away, so keeping them distracted will be important. I suggest a mild children's animation and something meaningfully adult. It will be their first time, you don't want to dump them into the abyss before they learn how to swim."

"What do Mincridarins children do for fun? Humans normally play with blocks and toys and use coloring books." Connor asked, more out a genuine curiosity than anything.

"That is a good point, for the most part, it would be sparing, and being trained in a soft handed way, wrestling, basic tool training, things that can lead to reasonable work as they grow older. But being that your human, that is going to be impossible. You'd just get hurt." Newport explained, and Connor nodded, thinking back to why Mail was so quick to fight his little brother.

But Connor tapped the paper, "You know, there might be another way. I found this sweet thing at a range, so maybe we add guns to the mix... Not real ones, but there are soft rubber dart weapons and pistols that we could play with. They're absolute garbage, but it might be fun. Fighting at a range might be perfect, and using nonlethal weapons, especially something as big and clunky as the gun's I'm thinking about will make it feel very childish and pathetic because it just wouldn't be the same thing. We could play with the idea that she's just learning how to control her trigger finger or something." Connor explained, and Master Newport smiled.

"That sounds like a perfect idea, but are you sure you can do it, even playfully a Mincridarn would slaughter you completely by accident."

"Well, not if we make it more like tag, you get hit your it, and the other person's job is to run away and hide, so you never want to get to close because it would put you at a disadvantage." Connor proposed, and Newport nodded, "We could work with that, but your friend might instinctually resort to advanced combat training, we have to limit their mobility and or strengths to weaken them, so they don't get personally confrontational."

"Well, what about those enchanted cuffs you were making? Those are supposed to limit a Mincridarn's strength, so why not use them on our guest but increase the effects to make her feel smaller, weaker?"

Trainer Newport nodded, "I can work with that, it wouldn't take too much effort. I would just have to create a dial mechanism, which is probably a good idea anyway. But I might not be able to finish it in time, the dial is a complex magical system, fine tunning it is going to be the hard part."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't last an hour doing that, so maybe we do that after dinner, thirty minutes or something, that way both of will be exhausted before 'Bedtime'." Connor added, and Newport agreed silently.

"Pull-ups or diapers?"

"Pull-ups... in this house, diapers are earned, plus if they get uncomfortable, it'll be easier for them to use the restroom."

"Will you wear diapers?" Newport asked, and Connor nodded, "it might help them feel small without being the smallest thing in the room."

"Alright... Now, what do we do for dinner?" Newport questioned, and Connor nodded.

"Well, we're going for small, not newborn, so maybe spoon-fed, not bottles, sippy cups, and a very simple but home-cooked meal." Connor answered, and Trainer Newport agreed, "I can work with that, but for a small event like this, that should be enough."

"Well... I guess that's everything then, I guess I'll just call Dagia then." Connor finished as he pulled out his phone, texting first to be polite, Dagia was a cubsitter after all, she was often busy on the weekends apparently.

Little Dagger

-Hey Dagia

-If you're not busy, I have something to tell you

"Mommy"

-Ahhh, LD, it's nice to hear from you again, were reviewing the contract little guy. I promise I'm doing my best to push everything through. I know how horny you are right now.

Connor sighed, reading that and shook his head, that wasn't quite what he wanted to hear, but it's nice to listen to an update, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes as herself proclaimed title. But it was part of the deal, she bought a new chip for his phone and added him to their family plan, and until he had a paycheck to pay for taxes, she for all intense and purposes owned it, and 'Mommy' had been more than happy to add parental controls to keep him feeling small... and if he so much as dared as opened up a porn site.

Little Dagger

-No...MOM

-That's not what I mean, though thank-

"Mommy"

-Don't you dare give me sass Connor, I know where you live, and I will tan your hide.

Connor could feel Dagia through the phone, she was distinctly hostile, which didn't seem like her usual self, Dagia must have been struggling with something beforehand, because she felt more than annoyed, kind of frustrated.

Little Dagger

-Hey... Sorry, are you doing ok?

-Something wrong?

"Mommy"

-I'm fine Little Dagger; it's just humans and their bureaucratic BS and paperwork.

-Sorry for biting you like that little guy, I'm just a little tired.

Little Dagger

-It's ok...

-mom

Connor still struggled to outright call Dagia 'Mom' even though she had been nothing but one since she took him in and saved him. Yeah, she was a bit hard and devious, but it was still hard to call someone else 'Mom' ever since his real one gave up on him. It felt nice to call Dagia 'mom' but it still felt like a betrayal, like there hadn't been enough time between the transitions, from his real one to his wolven one. The easiest way Connor could even remotely describe the feeling was like a bad break up, it didn't feel right or complete, it made the word to him, feel so hollow, even if Dagia didn't know otherwise. He liked using it, especially to make Dagia smile, but every time he said it, it just felt like there was a hole in his heart, where nothing seemed right.

Connor shook his head to shake the feeling from his mind before looking back down at his phone to finish his message.

Little Dagger

-Mom (Connor took a breath)

-I was wondering if you would like to come over and have a play date with me next weekend

-I found someone who needs a fun mommy like you, and I was hoping I could introduce you two

"Mommy"

-Really, who's this little cutie, did you get any pictures?

Dagia's entire mood swiftly changing as her typing felt warm and excited for the prospect of a new little cub to control, tease, and play with.

Little Dagger

-No, I didn't ask for pictures that would have been rude

But she is very sweet, shy and cute

You would have had so much fun teasing her earlier

She's one of those cute little ones that get all scared and shy

"Mommy"

-That's no fair

-where did my little cub meet his new friend?

Little Dagger

-I met her at the gun range

-I just needed to get some tension out...you know

-I just need to let out a couple of rounds right now...

Connor found himself instinctually typing "mom", but by the time he was about to send it, he couldn't, not until he removed it; it felt so damn wrong...but right at the same time.

"Mommy"

-Yes I know my cute little whetstone, you tell me all the time

-Newport really needs to play with you or I might have to come over and spoil your first time with a Mincridarn

-:P <=I-

Whatever Dagia was trying to do with her Emojis wasn't anything human, but Connor got the rough idea, and it made him roll his eyes and look to his Trainer. "Dagia says if you don't make a move, she's going to spoil me and be the first Mincridarn to finish me 'off'..." Connor chuckled as his Master's ears sank behind his head, not in defeat but embarrassment, but he steeled himself, clenching his fist.

"Well, you can tell that demon spawn female from the underworld she's going to claim you over my dead body." Newport distinctly finished with a heavy thump of the coffee table, glaring at Connor as he went back to his phone, and typed the message.

"ok... I'll tell her 'exactly' that." Connor laughed, and the panic that washed over Newport's face was all too funny as he jumped over to the table to take the phone. "No... Don't you dare tell her I said that."

In a few seconds, Connor had to hold his phone over his head and away from Newport until the padded bunny butt decided climbing onto Connor's shoulders was the only option, at least other than hurting him, of course. His warm wet padding pushed up against Connor's nose as he scrolled through the messages, leaning over Connor's head. Newport's padding smelled wet, old baby powder and oil, but with an arid bitter tang that made the scent undeniable, Connor couldn't help himself from kissing the hidden diaper, tucked away, safe and sound behind Newport's black gym shorts.

Leaning his elbows on Connor's head Newport exhaled, "Connor, do you have any idea what would happen if you had sent that message? Dagia is reviewing our case; she is trying to make sure that everything is set. Don't piss her off, we need to be on her good side right now, at least until our joining ceremony is done."

"I know Newport... but damn, you smell amazing." Connor sighed, nuzzling Newport's groin, burying his nose into the padding, Newport only rewarding the prodding by grinding against the pressure. "You are such a dirty little slave."

"I know, sir." Connor groaned in approval kissing the groin in front of him, his own hands dipping between his legs until Newport aptly countered him by adjusting his riding stance. Kicking his heels underneath the armpits, he kicked in the elbows and pulled Connor's arms behind his back with his ankles and pinned them into place.

"Bastard..." Connor's muffled voice creeped out as Newport took over the conversation with Dagia; Connor only got a comforting pat from his trainer, who was all too happy with the position as he leaned over Connor's head like he was some kind of table.

Little Dagger

-Your little pet is tied up at the moment

"Mommy"

-What did the bad little bear cub do now?

Little Dagger

-Nothing much, just his regular antics

-But Dagia, will you be able to attend the little playdate at 1500 human time next Saturday?

"Mommy"

-I will be there, I can't wait to see who this cute little female is Connor is bringing over.

Little Dagger

-Thank you,

-May the gods be with you where ever you go

"Mommy"

-And with you Trainer Newport

Newport, after a solid minute of sitting on Connor's shoulder, slumped down and stood on Connor's spread thighs, before tapping the phone against his human's nose. Connor was delirious because of the tension between his legs, just aching for a single tender touch in the right way. "Remember, no touching... we agreed to wait until I was ready."

"Sir, if you don't do something soon, I might just take Dagia up on her offer." Connor countered, taking back his phone.

Newport shook his head and held Connor's chin, "If you so much as joke about that again, I will chastise your little dick again and toss away the key, do you understand?"

Connor breathed, his nose filled with the pungent odor of Newport's wetting before rolling his eyes and sighing in pain, "Ok fine, but I'm fucking serious, sir. Don't make me wait forever, after all. You also promised to wear diapers till you were ready; wear them for too long, and you might lose the ability to hold it in... and now, where would that put you?" Connor countered with a teasing smile as he pulled Newport closer by the hem of his diaper.

"I know Connor, I just... the week after next ok... I promise... I just need to do a couple things, and that's it."

"I know, I promise to do my best till then, but if you keep dragging this on, I'm going to masturbate."

Newport kissed Connor's lower lip, "It'll never have to come to that, I promise."

"It better, I'd really hate to waste a good orgasm like this. I kind of want to see how far it goes."

"Connor, you're seed is not some arrow to test and play with, it is a wine meant to be consumed," Newport whispered in Connor's ears. His words dragging Connor forward as he held a kiss just out of reach, then the tease lifted his chin at the last second. The pompous bastard pulled away and left Connor hanging, only offering a smile as compensation as he walked away.

"I'll be in the garage if you need me."

"Yeah, fine..." Connor exhaled as he fell back onto the couch, slumping over just to keep his hands away from his pants before lifting up his phone to send Bolt a message.

Connor

-Everything is set up if you really want to hang out

-Five pm next Saturday

-Just come over here...

-To trainer Newport's house, I mean

Bolt

-ok