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A Step in the Right Direction

"What?" A curious groan issued from the dazed eight year old arctic fox's swollen lips, a small dribble of blood running down his chin in stark contrast to his snow colored fur. A big, fluffy white paw brushed over Tristan's eye lids a few times so that the warm paw pads could wipe away all of Tristan's tears, and equally colt urine. Though the sissy groaned from the discomfort of even the soft surface of the adult male fox's paw pads, he didn't mind standing as still as he could if it meant he could have a better look at this man who called himself "Daddy." Tristan was ready to cry more just from that shocking revelation.

The kit had little time or concentration to consider his father's previous absence. The boy felt his limp body being hoisted up by his sides under his arms, followed by a sense of vertigo that frightened Tristan and made him reach his needy paws out and cling to this strange man. Allowing his body weight to dangle freely awakened the sore places on the kit's back. It made a gritty whimper come from his wide open mouth. He was completely unaware the man was examining him while holding the back of the messy boy's thighs to cradle him. "Come on, diaper-butt. Let's get you inside." The older fox said very clearly. He had a deep voice that made his well-developed chest vibrate noticeably. It was surprisingly reassuring for the young wussy cub, which is exactly what he needed after this terrible birthday.

Just before passing through the threshold of the home, Tristan glanced over to the white stallion who was mercilessly thrashing the lily cum-slurper around less than a minute ago. The horse seemed as dazed as Tristan was and slowly roused and blinked with confusion of his own. The kit actually felt a little bad for him, like a single moment of the other's displeasure made the child imagine they were just in a regrettable situation together. It was woefully easy for Tristan to forget he was a hardened, vulgar bully that came over for the express purpose of terrorizing someone clearly weaker than he was. Even the kit's face and front being splattered with warm gobs of young stallion sperm and hot piss was not enough of a reminder that the colt was by all rights getting off easy.

"Wad aboud Jake?" Tristan asked as he was brought into the kitchen. "Ith he gonna be otay?" The reply to the naïve boy's question was derailed suddenly by a slightly irritated vixen standing in the entrance of the kitchen that cleared her throat.

"Honey," she began with a stern tone and eyes on the man, "You were supposed to text me when you got here." It seemed that she was interrupted too when she noticed through the screen door Jake getting to his feet. "I'm sorry, excuse me a moment." She was on the edge of a chuckle as she straightened out her blouse and stepped outside. The conversation that ensued a moment later was quiet enough not to draw attention, but loud enough to be heard by anyone already watching, like the two in the kitchen. "Look at you, all big, sweaty and swollen from your workout. Come here, you handsome man." Ms. Webb seduced as she walked out of the house.

After being placed on his soggy bottom on a chair next to the dining room table, Tristan lifted his legs up and brought his knees into his chest. His arms wrapped around those legs and rested in that position while his tongue explored the metallic tasting gap in his mouth where a fang used to be. . Tristan set his chin down carefully on his knees and closed his eyes. It was that moment the child could hear the frightening equine bully from outside.

"Hey bitch, you said it would be just me and dat faggot. That was the deal. You didn' say there be another guy coming up behind me. I ain't payin." He complained. "And ya sure as he-e-ell didn say you'd be so fat, though ya titties are nice."

The kit gasped slightly when he felt something cold touching the top of his throbbing head, and when one of his paws were moved to the object, he realized it was a bag of frozen vegies which the man in the kitchen told him to keep there. "It hurths." Tristan pouted. He was then told to open his eyes wide and saw a bright light shining in either of them before it went away inside a fancy pen his father was holding.

"What hurts? The ice pack?" the man inquired with a sympathetic expression

Tristan shook his head slowly, but lacked confidence. "Yeah dat doeth a liddle, but it'th mostly..." A sudden, whinny from outside interrupted the kit and drew the attention of the man, making him peek out of the window for a moment. The boy didn't know what to make of his father's expression and asked what happened.

"Oh it's nothing to worry your pretty little head about, baby." He replied as he stroked the side of Tristan's snout and face. "You're still shaking. Let Daddy get your pacifier for you, okay?"

Pacifier? What? "Daddy," Tristan chuckled, "I don have a paci."

The male fox started looking through cabinets and shook his head as well. "It's okay. Daddy knows about you. You don't have to hide what you are. Do you know where Mommy usually keeps it?" Tristan was even more confused than before, and trying to make sense of what he was hearing made the pain in his head flare up. He winced and closed his eyes. "It's okay baby. I'll ask Mommy. In the meantime just keep that on your head. Okay?" There was a short, quiet exchange between the two adult foxes through the door, too quiet for the kit to hear with his ears ringing the way they were.

He closed his eyes again and brought both of his paws to his head to hold the bag that was soothing him. He flipped it over and enjoyed the cooler side while he heard the water run in the kitchen. He didn't think anything of it, but then the bag was lifted off his head. He opened his eyes and was mildly relieved to find he could see clearly. Daddy was standing in front of him in his white button-up and black trousers. He was a fairly big man, Tristan noticed. He knew that all adults looked huge to him since he was still just a cub, but Tristan knew enough to say there weren't many adults he'd seen with such full, round shapes filling their clothing. While he admired Daddy's build, he noticed he couldn't see his father's face at all because there was a large camera with two green lights and a bright white light. The shutter clicked and the lights went off before Daddy set the camera on the kitchen counter.

Now Tristan could get a better view of the man as he rung out a washcloth in the sink and brought it to the kit's face, cleaning him up. His touch with the warm, clean cloth was so gentle and relaxing that the trusting fox puppet would have closed his eyes again if he wasn't so interested in looking at this man. His hair was a bright blonde, like his own, and it was styled in a long crew cut with just enough weight and length to overcome any colics. His face was elegantly curved, the fur smoothing out the transition from his snout to the rest of his face. His soft nose was dark brown, and his lips were much darker, but slightly hidden by white fur.

There was another sharp whinny from outside, this time high pitched. It was followed by the rapid clip clop of hooves that got quieter until they could be heard no more. Tristan correctly assumed the bully left, and felt a much better sense of relief. "That's better." Tristan's father said while he picked his child up again in the cradling position and sat down in the chair, holding his meek little boy. Tristan was face up and blinked here and here as he felt the ever so slight swing motion in his father's arms. It wasn't his imagination, he thought. His senses had pretty much returned to normal. He just didn't know if Daddy was doing it intentionally and thought he shouldn't point it out. It was such a happy moment for the child that he started to tear up again, only to feel the man's tongue run over his eyelids and cheeks to wipe those tears away.

Tristan was so at peace with this that he dozed off in Daddy's arms. The man noticed Mommy come into the room from outside and lifted his head up to lean against the back of the wooden chair. "He got pretty loud for a while there, but I think he's settling down." He said with a bit of relief.

Tristan opened his eyes again to see that his two parents were talking, something that would make him the envy of every cub whose parents had split up before. "I'd say he did fairly well, Dan. He's only been beat up twice now." She paused for a bit. "So yeah, I'm glad you made it down here. I'm sorry you missed his first time, but..." Her voice cracked. "It means so much that you're here. I just can't overstate it." She thinned her lips as she failed to restrain an excited giggle.

Dan smiled back humbly and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth a bit as if he wanted to say something, but he was lost for words. He continued to stroke the boy's fur, mess and all, and looked up to the vixen who seemed on the verge of crying with her tail wagging happily. He could sense that a lot of anticipation lead up to this point. "I can't even begin to tell you what this means to me." He said. "You look very beautiful." The genuine complement struck Ms. Webb in a way that she forgot it could. Sure, many men said that to her, but for the most part she disregarded their comments as pick-up lines for sex. She didn't believe Dan was just telling her that to get in bed with her.

She was lost in thought when the little kit, who had been quiet for a few minutes spoke up. "Mommy?" She shook her head and smiled to him.

"Baby!" She said in a cute voice. "Did you get into another fight with a bully?" The kit nodded while he clung onto the adult male's forearm. "Did you win this time?" Tristan hesitated and looked to the floor, his ears drooping. "Ooooh, you lost? That's twice in two days."

His ears shot back up "Bud I won!" Tristan objected and raised his head with a little, broken smile. "I was losing, but then! Then!" He was practically bouncing in place. "Then Daddy came and then I won!" He put his chest out in a surprising display, a real you-should-see-the-other-guy moment.

Nancy chuckled. "Oh, but hun, that doesn't mean you won, it means Daddy saved you. We have to decide based on how the fight was going before Daddy came along."

Dan nodded and looked down to the child in his paws. "It's true." Tristan looked between the two of them as his lower lip shook with severe disappointment in himself. "I'm afraid you lost, little guy." The boy was not thrilled to hear this and tried changing the subject.

"Mommy, is this MY Daddy?" He asked hopefully. Tristan's deep wanting to be like other cubs was very clear. He would have so much to tell his friends about, and there was so much to know. He started asking questions, which was a big relief for the two adult foxes since they neither of them were quite clear where to begin. However, Tristan's first question made the two adults cringe. "Where have you been all this time?" It was the classic question Dan was unprepared to answer, and he took a moment to get his thoughts together.

Ms. Webb broke in to rescue the situation. "Your father and I were in the army together."

"Really?" Tristan's eyes widened with excitement.

"Yes, that's right. I was a police officer in the army, and your mom was a mechanic." Dan recalled. It was a half-truth. They were both in the National Guard and had free lives and separate careers for the most part. "The military can be pretty demanding though. I wish I could have been there for you, I really do." The vixen thinned her lips for a moment upon hearing this but said nothing. "But! I was relieved from duty recently, and I came here as soon as I could.

That was also half true. He was relieved from a duty, not on good terms though. He also didn't come as soon as he was able. His emotions held him back for days, the heavy burden of shame he felt for abandoning his former lover while she was pregnant with his child so that he could live his own life was so much more present when face to face with them. Dan said he was a police officer, and while he didn't lie to his cub, not to mention the reason why. The less Tristan knew about that the better. Thankfully Tristan's numerous questions swung into innocuous territory.

"Are you gonna stay then?" Tristan asked his father. The Q&A brightened the boy's mood very much, almost as if he hadn't been repeatedly kicked in the face by a horse just under an hour ago. Ms. Webb noticed her son's unusual resiliency and tilted her head. "Please?" Tristan insistently begged the strong male as he straddled one of his father's thighs and placed his paws on his chest. Tristan's tail even swayed back and forth with anticipation and hope.

"Well, your mother and I have to talk about that." Dan said, not at all minding the kit's behavior. He thought it was a little unusual, even for someone being bullied, so he chalked it up to him being absent for most of his life. His paws wrapped around the kit's body, which caused a whimper to escape Tristan's mouth.

Dan quickly removed his paws when he heard the noise, though the child seemed sad to be let go. Tristan leaned forward and hugged the male across the belly so that his chin and neck were on his father's chest, accidentally pressing his messy body against his father's. Nancy was very surprised with how comfortable her baby boy was with that man already. Tristan became apprehensive with the silence after a moment and felt desperate, fearing that he didn't make him feel welcome enough. Tristan wanted to show his appreciation and tried to do so the best way he knew how. He got up from a kneeling position and put his feet on his father's thighs, and once he steadied himself, he leaned forward and up, planting his puffy, dark lips right on his father's for an affectionate kiss. "Please stay, Daddy. Please!" He smooched him again, as if just once more would make up the man's mind.

Dan looked down into the tiny kit's eyes, both Mommy and Daddy visibly taken back. He was already sold on the idea, but he didn't exactly mind looking into those big beautiful blue eyes, with the dark circles around them and all. He noticed the missing fang when the boy parted his lips to say 'please.' A shiver ran through his spine, a wonderful one. It only got more intense as Dan licked his own lip to taste the bit of Tristan's blood that wound up there. He'd seen cubs lose teeth to violence before. Most of the time, it was no big deal because they were just cub teeth after all, not their adult ones. It was like most injuries in the sense that he would recover; it was just a matter of when. To know that it was his flesh and blood made Dan feel dirty, those feelings manifesting in a tent in his pants that nearly brushed against the bottom of Tristan's sagging, crinkly waist. "Well, I would love to, really." He started, causing an intense smile to form over Tristan's swollen muzzle. "But like I said before, it's up to Mommy."

By the time Dan looked up to Nancy, she'd gotten up and slipped her paws under Tristan's arms. "And besides, I think someone needs a diaper change." She picked the little one up and got ready to carry him by supporting his squishy rump.

"Can Daddy change me?" The boy asked.

She chuckled. "Daddy's had a really long trip, and I'm sure he would like to settle in, maybe take a shower?" She looked to Dan when she dropped that hint. "After all, you did get pony potty all over him."

"Oh! Okay." Tristan felt a little guilty with what he had done, even though it technically wasn't his fault. He didn't ask to be urinated on or to be held, but he still felt responsible for the man's yellow tinged, button up shirt. Mommy leaned in to offer her baby a loving kiss on the muzzle. She managed to match up their muzzles and deliver a peck, but it made her heart sink a little for him to offer his estranged father a kiss and not her, even if he was the hero of the day in the little sissy princess's mind.

Nonetheless, the peck she got allowed her to taste her son's blood a lot like the taste Daddy got. A voice in the back of her mind squealed and moaned with naughty glee, "Oh yum, victim sauce. Me like." As it echoed through the rest of her mind, Nancy repressed it, hoping to delay the gratification for a more appropriate time.

The man nodded. "Yeah, you're right, hun. A shower would be really nice right now because of the long drive and the pee and all that." Dan said awkwardly as he stayed seated. Nancy nearly laughed with Dan about his predicament and hoped she could have a moment alone with her child while the other male fox has a moment alone in the shower. She directed the man to the bathroom next to her bedroom before carrying her little featherweight to the bathroom upstairs.

"I hope he stays, Mommy." Tristan stated as if this wasn't already clearly what he wanted.

Ms. Webb realized that she couldn't remember the last time her boy was this excited about anything. "I'm sure you do. Well it couldn't hurt your chances to take a bath too. You really like him, don't you babe?"

"Yeah! He beat that bully! That was so great. And he's a police officer, that's cool too. He's so strong...and I think he smells really nice too." Tristan's eyes stared and nothing in particular.

They were already in the bathroom, and Mommy started running a bath. "But baby, that bully was a gift from me to you. Do you like his gift more than mine?"

Tristan's expression changed as he realized what she was asking him. "Oh no, I don't mean that. I love your present." It was difficult for Tristan to say that, going against how he really felt. Mommy seemed satisfied and undressed her son and unfastened his diaper tapes to have it fall onto the floor with a dull, wet clap. She set it aside and moved the small fox cub into the water that was filling the tub. After that she started to undress herself, removing her blouse and bra, a strange twenty dollar bill falling gracefully to the tile floor.

"Um, Mommy?" Tristan looked away from her ample bosom and toned, round shoulders. He blushed. "W-what are you doing?"

"Well hun, Mommy needs to take a bath too." She stated as though it was a silly question. "You don't expect Daddy to want to stick around if Mommy doesn't bathe, do you?" The kit nodded his head, thinking this was perfectly rational. While her skirt was still on, she knelt down so that her hips were below the edge of the tub and not visible to the cub. "Okay babe. I need you to close your eyes for me, not peek at all, and only open your eyes when I say you can. Can you do that?"

Tristan looked worried. "What are you gonna do?"

"Don't worry. This won't hurt. I promise. I'm just getting into the bath and have a little talk with you without you getting distracted. Just shut your eyes now, hun. That's right, now keep them closed. Don't you dare open them now, you hear me?" The boy nodded and closed his eyes. There was some splashing of warm water as the vixen placed her hind paws in the water and a wave when she lowered herself to the bottom of the tub. "No peeking," she reminded him before Tristan felt two paws lift him up. It was difficult not to cheat at this game and to not even open his eyes even a little bit to satisfy his curiosity, but he somehow willed himself to behave. It paid off too as he started to feel a viscous liquid plop on the top of his head and run down his hair. From the smell if it, he could tell it was the calming bath soap he'd enjoyed from previous baths.

More dribbled on his back and chest, and even a little spurt landed on his face, which Mommy said was an accident. The calming, intoxicating aroma was already making Tristan into putty for Mommy to mold. She would be able to shape his mind a little while she rubbed the soap into his fur and shaped the lather where it needed to go. He felt a final squirt of the soap slop over his tail before Mommy's soft paw pads started to work the goo into foamy suds on his stomach and chest.

"Alright, how does that feel?" The vixen asked in a soft voice while she turned the water facet to a trickle and brought his body closer to hers until his shoulders were touching her nipples and his head was resting between her soft, warm breasts.

Tristan moaned with his eyes still closed. "It feels really nice, Mommy. I like this." He reached out and supported himself on her stomach while the paws moved about his body in symmetrical ways and continued to cultivate lather from the soap. It made the aroma stronger the more it was stirred, and between that and the wonderful feeling of gentle contact, Tristan was so relaxed that he felt his bladder release into the water. In his state, he didn't even process the shame of doing so, wetting Mommy like a diaper. A lighthearted giggle from the vixen told him it was okay. What the boy didn't know was Mommy was doing the same thing, adding her own touch of zest and heat to the tub. Logically Nancy knew it would go unnoticed over the lavender and other pleasant smells.

"There's something you should know about Daddy, okay honey?" She started to work the suds around his face fur and muzzle.

"Yes Mommy?"

"See, back before I had you, when your father and I were together, our relationship was very ...physical. We touched each other a lot and in all sorts of ways. We rarely wore any clothes, and when we went to the bathroom, we'd leave the door open so that our bodies would never be unavailable for the other to feel. Do you understand?" She got a nod in reply and went on after a moment of thought. "We were just that connected, and now that we're all a part of this family, we want to be connected with you too. It would be similar to what we had, but not exactly. Listen closely to Mommy now." The persuasive vixen gently caressed the soft underside of her little cub's aching chin and slowly traced his lower jaw until she methodically swirled her fingers behind the adorable victim's ear to soothe him. It was a balancing act between her baby's comfort and his attention, and the way she was going at it was less like a tight rope walker and more like the momentous rocking of a boat since she tended to overcompensate. "Are you listening, honey?"

Tristan had his eyes closed still and nodded. "Yes Mommy. I'm listening."

"Good. What I'm going to say is very important." She said as she idly stroked his tail and washed it off in the fragrant water. At this point Tristan's fur was matted into soft peaks all over and suds were integrated into every bit of his fur. The scent from the foamy wash clinging to his fur was intoxicating and left the poor sissy's mind wide open to suggestion. "Your father and I are allowed touch you however and whenever we like. We are also allowed to do whatever we like to you, and that is our right. However, it is not at all your right to do any such things to either of us. Do you understand?"

Tristan's calm was disturbed a little by what he had heard, and he started to make a sour face. "Mommy, that doesn't sound good. I'm scared." He said honestly, opening his eyes and breaking the rules. Looking up to the adult vixen, he tried to lean back and stand back up, only to be held down by a soapy paw. He noticed that her face was still warm and gentle, which started to hush his nerves.

She shook her head and slowly moved her nose forward until it started to brush up against her son's nose. "Oh silly silly," she said playfully, "It might sound a little scary at first, but Mommy and Daddy will be so happy with you, and that's really what's important."

"But Mommy..."

"Hush now, if you're good in the tub and accept what Mommy's telling you, you'll get a really nice reward. I promise, you're going to absolutely love it."

"But why does it have to be that way?" Tristan whined, his trance shaking.

"Alright, I suppose you deserve to know, or at least it's best that you know. Breathe deep while Mommy explains this to you." She started and began cleaning behind her baby boy's ears, her tender affection adding to the lure of the bath. "You are not like us, not just that we're adults and you're a cub. You are not even like most other cubs, and that's okay. You're very special, special in that it is in your nature to be helpless. Remember that. Other people are defined by what they do and how they do it, but that's not the case for you. No, you are defined by what others do for you or to you. You don't have interests like everyone else does. You might think you do, but it's just not true."

Tristan blinked upon hearing this and let his lower jaw hang open for a moment. "Why?" He asked in a soft voice which was almost a whisper. "Why can't I be like the other cubs?"

"Hush now, babe." She said again, making a mental note of his second infraction. "It's just the way you are. You can't help it any more than you can help being a fox. Really, this was your birthday present all along: learning about yourself. You're very lucky too because very few people can see themselves with such clarity that you do now." She paused for a bit. She saw his tension fade again and did her best to encourage him. "There you go. It looks like you understand."

Indeed the pep talk had the desired effect on Tristan, and soon he was nodding. "Yes Mommy. Can I have my reward now please?" He pleaded, opening his eyes again and looking between his mother's breasts to her eyes.

"Almost baby, almost. You have to learn that there is a word that describes someone like you, someone who is defined by how others treat them. Listen closely to what you are." She held his head still and spoke even clearer. A moment passed where the only sound was the water gently lapping against the sides of the bathtub. "You are a 'sissy', Tristan. You. Are. A. Sissy." She waited a moment for the thought to set in. "Okay, tell Mommy what you are and you'll get your reward."

Tristan blushed and broke eye contact with his mother for a moment before slowly glancing back to affirm his status in the family as well as the world. "Mommy, I'm a sissy." He said with the slightest shame in his voice and his heart. The vixen smiled and hugged her little boy tightly, the kit not expecting such praise. He received several kisses before being let go and set down at the other side of the tub. He was told to open his mouth while she reached over the tub, fiddling with something. He did as he was told, and a moment later, she placed her paw over his head and slowly shoved something into his gums. He whined from the pressure, but gentle cooing calmed him down.

"Stay still now. You have to let it be for a few days or else it'll come out again and your reward will be ruined. There, your fang is back." She smiled and watched him close his muzzle, the prodigal tooth returning home. He would still lose it before long, but when he did, he would be more ready for his permanent one to take its place.

Tristan was happy with his reward, but like mother instructed, he treated it like a missile launch button and didn't dare touch it, at least for now. He knew it was gone since he could taste the blood and feel the gap where his fang used to be with his tongue. The Mommy smiled back and stroked his long blonde hair. "I know you're eventually going to lose it again when your adult teeth come in, but I think for now you should hold onto that one."

"Thank you, Mommy." He smiled before carefully closing his mouth. The vixen told Tristan she had to wash and that it wouldn't take long. He nodded while he watched her go about her business, upturning the container of soap over her head with her eyes closed. She waved it back and forth while lines of the liquid fell in stripes over her fur. A wayward glob smacked Tristan right in the eye, and he was glad he closed his eyelids in time before splashing lukewarm water into his face. He could hear his Mommy hum to herself while he dealt with the soap, and when he looked back up, the adult fox was running her sudsy paws through her fur on her sides and stomach and breasts.

The kit never really thought about it, but he noticed how well defined her arms and stomach was. While she washed and hummed, Tristan admired the curvature of her biceps, triceps, and...pretty much every-ceps she had. Tristan assumed, wrongly, that all adults looked like that under their clothes. In reality, most furs didn't have those features clearly visible thanks to a coat of dense fluff blending the features out.

While the kit was admiring his own mother, he noticed her stop moving and looked up into her eyes for a split second. He gasped as he felt caught, closing his eyes quickly while his ears tucked down against the top of his head. He heard Mommy say his name. "Yes, Mommy?" He said, expecting a harsh scolding.

What he heard was a little different though. She told him to open his eyes. He did so, but still looked away from her and a bit down. "Oh baby, I know it might be a little embarrassing at first, but you'll have to get used to Mommy being naked around you."

"Wait, I will?" He tilted his head as he gulped.

"Yes honey, and Daddy too. Don't worry though, we'll take it nice and slow. When you get comfortable with this half of Mommy, we can move onto the other half." She smiled to him, and he couldn't help but smile back and nod, still feeling his heart beat faster. She resumed cleaning and brought her tail out from the surface of the water and ran her paws through it a few times before she seemed satisfied.

"Okay sweetie, close your eyes again, we're going to rinse off." The kit closed his eyes again obediently as he felt Mommy move about the tub and the waves of soapy water lap against him. He heard the deep gurgle of the plug being removed from the drain when suddenly a rain of cool water splashed over him. Tristan yapped with confusion while he heard the Mommy chuckle. "I guess I should have known we would run out of hot water. Well, there's no other option here." And with that she let the cool shower continue until both of them were not only rinsed of soap but more awake and aware.

The water stopped as suddenly as it started, and Tristan could hear Mommy leaving the tub. The kit was still wiping water out of his eyes when he felt a warm, dry towel being wrapped around him and rubbed against him. He knew the drill and welcomed the feeling, but when he was as dry as he could be from the towel, he started to shake moisture out of his fur. All the while Mommy used the same towel to dry herself before wrapping it around her waist.

The little sissy was left wearing nothing but a blush for a moment, but that would soon change. Mommy pointed to Tristan. "It's time for a new diaper for you. Go ahead and sit on the toilet." She ordered. Tristan thought this was a strange request, but he slowly went over to it and closed the lid over the seat. As he did this, the vixen corrected him sternly. "Now Tristan, I didn't say to do that, did I? You put that back where it was and sit down on the seat like a good sissy."

The word hit Tristan a little harder than before since now he was very much aware and not in a calming sea of lavender. "Sorry Mommy." He said before placing the lid back and sitting down on the seat. The woman seemed pleased as she reached into the cabinet behind the mirror. The cub was confused until he noticed her take out two items, a single glove and a small tub of Vaseline. The kit cringed as he clearly realized his fate and wanted to run out of the room. That was when Mommy shut the cabinet loudly and with a grunt.

The mother narrowed her eyes. "Tristan, you remember what happened last time we did this and you fought with me, right?" The kit's lower lip trembled as he felt the phantom pain. He nodded reluctantly. "Yes, I thought you might remember that. Do you recall who won that fight?" She asked, taking a step forward and kneeling in front of the fear stricken child. There was another nod, this time accompanied by a sniff and tightly closed eyes. This made the Mommy growl. "Look at me. Don't worry, you don't have to say who won." She paused as she slipped on the glove and lifted the boy's chin up to look at her with that very same gloved paw. "Who lost?"

The question made Tristan whimper and whine, shaking his head with pleading eyes. "Mommy, I don't wanna say, I don't" He trailed off only to have the vixen stare at him still.

"Just tell Mommy who lost. It's not hard. I know you know so just out with it now. Come on child, by now Daddy's waiting and you're not going to see him unless you're good. That means answering me. Who lost that fight earlier when we tried doing this?" She asked once more.

"I-I did." Tristan stuttered quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. Who?"

"I did!" The little fox exclaimed.

"You did what?" His mother insisted.

"I lost." He replied with a sad groan.

"That's right, and why did you lose?" She asked without missing a beat.

Tristan couldn't believe the situation he was in. There he was, naked on the toilet and being interrogated by his loving mother. He had to summon courage to answer. "It's cause you kicked me."

"That's not the reason. Let's try that again. Why did you lose?"

The answer she was looking for dawned on Tristan, and he felt a little sick. It was such a challenge to say, which is why it felt so harsh that Mommy found every way possible to make him say it. "Mommy I lost," he took a breath. "I lost because I'm a sissy."

The very next moment was filled with deep feelings of shame, which the child expected. What surprised him was the tender, warm hug and the cooing from his mother. "That's right honey. That's the right answer. There there, doesn't it feel better to be honest with yourself?" The kit replied with a nod, though in his heart he wasn't sure.

"Okay, well now that's done, we have to put you in a new diaper, and you're not going to fight this time. And remember, you get this every change before the new diaper goes on. You want Mommy to hold you close while she fingers your butt?" There was another nod as the kit kept his eyes closed and wiped a few teardrops off on his Mommy's shoulder fur.

Tristan looked over her shoulder at the back wallpaper, tracing the design with his eyes to distract himself. It was no use. He heard the glove swish the petroleum jelly a bit as if it were loud and tried to drown it out once again with the view in front of him. The bathroom wall was light green, kind of like mint ice cream. The gloved paw slipped between his thighs and tickled him a bit, making him painfully aware of Mommy's doing. Back to the wall, he thought to himself. There were all these diamonds, but he couldn't decide how they were arranged. He racked his brain for the word to describe that pattern, but he was distracted when the inside of Mommy's arm brushed against the bottom of his immature scrotum.

He couldn't help but grip tighter to Mommy's breast as he felt her slick fingers against his pucker. At that moment he decided the pattern on the wall was simply "scattered all about," and it was the very same moment his loving parent slipped her fingers into his anus and began rubbing jelly about. The kit whimpered as he felt his anal ring burn from being stretched and played with. The two fingers swirled around just inside his anus as the Mommy applied the lube supposedly to keep Tristan from suffering constipation again.

The pressure built and the little wimp's body tensed as more of Mommy's fingers dwelled into his ass. He panted and closed his eyes, only realizing it made himself focus on the uncomfortable feeling more. He pinned his eyes back on the wall as he panted and whimpered. Mommy slid nearly out of him before hammering back in, getting all the way to the hand with her fingers only to repeat the motion again and again. Mommy's other paw brought him closer to her warm chest and held him still while her slippery fingers plunged in and out of the sissy boy.

He dare not ask when it would end, but he wondered if she was waiting for something. He could no longer see the wall, and his fingering seemed to go on forever. He barely even noticed that Mommy was humming to herself again while she was going about jabbing around his inner anal walls. He was in such distress that he was willing to do or say anything to stop. His body tensed even more, which made him clench and only tense all the more. It built up until suddenly his muscles couldn't continue to be so stiff and left the kit flopping down into Mommy's chest again. It was a moment later the tension started again and began to rise. By this time, Mommy's fingers were thrusting in and out of the kit faster than ever, creating lots of friction.

"I'm a sissy, Mommy." Tristan said, hoping it would be the magic words. He was only told that she knew. Tristan was a bit disappointed and he repeated himself. "But Mommy, I'm a sissy." He looked up to her and groaned again as his muscles released their tension again. The child felt weak and could hardly support himself, which prompted Mommy to hold his head close to hers again.

"It's true, you're a sissy, crinkle-butt." She added affirmatively. Tristan tried to tune it out again and focused on one of the diamond shapes on the wall, seeing four egg shapes nearly filling the diamond. Suddenly he heard Mommy moan deeply with her mouth closed and felt her jiggle her paw much more violently than before, bringing him to tense and release once more before Mommy finally slid her gloved fingers out of her poor boy's anus. "Good sissy. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to that soon. Now it's time for your diaper."

Tristan didn't want to get used to having his anus slathered with lube with violent fingering, but he was in no condition to protest as he was picked up and moved naked to the changing table, the shapes on the wall no longer in view. He looked up to the ceiling as he sensed the fur along his back bunch up against the plastic coated spongy changing mat and rested his head back. the lily noticed how his gaping anus felt empty in the aftermath of his lubrication and felt weird, very weird. P part of him was glad to relax while another demanded something plug that gap. He wanted comfort, and the first thing he did without even thinking about it was bring his paw up to his mouth and slip a couple fingers between his lips. He found that he drooled a bit as he waited for Mommy to unfold a new diaper, making him look more like a baby and less like the eight year old he was supposed to be.

"Be careful of that tooth, Tristy." Mommy reminded her kit while she gently applied an even dusting of soft baby powder over his crotch and the seat. The sissy boy quickly took his paw from his mouth and held his damp fingers in the air idly while Mommy closed the diaper front and carefully taped the wings of the diaper to the front. With an embarrassingly playful couple pats on the front with Mommy's massive paw, she smiled and reached down under the padded boy's shoulders. "Are you ready to see Daddy now, baby?" She asked him in a cheerful, carefree tone.

Of course, Tristan replied "Yes" and wrapped his paws around Mommy while she carried him out the room and down to her bedroom, expecting Dan to be there. He wasn't, which made the vixen tilt her head. She checked the shower, and sure enough it smelled like roasted sugar strawberry body wash, but still no fox. When she wandered down the hall into the living room again, Tristan whispered in her ear while he clandestinely pointed. "There he is, Mommy." He looked to her with a sly smile as if they were playing hide and seek.

The man was standing in a towel around his waist like Mommy was, and he had a tell-tale bulge in the front that tented the fabric a bit. He was transfixed on his smartphone until the two entered the room casually. "Oh, sorry." Dan said before Nancy had a chance to say anything. "I planned on getting dressed and I had an email, so after I checked that well...did you know you can buy a pack of ten big cub pacifiers at a time?" He smiled awkwardly as he was caught being distracted.

Mommy nodded and chuckled. "Yes Dan, I knew, but I'm glad you know too. I guess we should get dressed here eventually." She looked at the clock. It wasn't that far into the afternoon. The vixen turned her glance to her little boy in her arms. "We have a lot to talk about, the three of us, and Tristan, if you're good and tell Daddy what you learned about yourself, we can go out for supper."

Tristan's heart lifted just before it sunk along with his ears and tail. Before he could object, Mommy began prying his arms off her body and set him down on the floor on his feet. He found his balance and crossed his paws over his chest, pouting his lips again. "No-o-o Mommy, I don't want Daddy to know." He whined.

"Trust me, sweetie, he wouldn't be shocked." Tristan heard his mother say to him. The young fox turned to the man in the towel who just gave back an affirming nod. The kit's heart raced again as he took uneasy steps directly to the Daddy. It was a moment that would set the theme for the man's impression of him, and Tristan knew it.

"Daddy?" The kit said, looking up while Mommy stepped slowly in the direction of her room with her eyes still on the two.

"Yes Tristan?" His father asked, looking down at the small puff before him.

The kit gulped and looked away, rubbing his paws together anxiously. "Daddy I'm a sissy." He said without looking back to the adult fox. "Mommy said so."

Mommy left the room with a playful swing in her hips. Daddy watched her leave for her room before looking back to the kit with another nod. "Uhhuh. I know Tristan. Mommy's right. You are very much a sissy." He placed a paw on the little one's shoulder and smiled. Tristan could see the man's tail swaying behind him. "Tonight we're going to talk about how you're going to be the best sissy you can be. I know there have been a few hiccups, but Mommy and I will get you back on track."

From the way Daddy was talking about it, Tristan thought his treatment would improve, like the violent bullies that came over to hurt and humiliate him were there by mistake. He nodded as he felt a bit more hopeful. Mommy came back out to the living room then wearing a seafoam skirt and a white, button up blouse with short sleeves. Dan wagged his fluffy white tail when he noticed the impressions of the vixen's nipples on the front, making him wonder if in the small amount of time she was inside she bothered to put on a bra. The temptress grinned suggestively to the tod before placing a paw on Tristan's shoulder.

It was time for her to get the baby dressed, leaving the man in the living room to dress as well. On the way up the stairs, Nancy's tail raised up gracefully, and in plain view of the fox she lifted the back of her dress to briefly reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. She did that with one paw while she guided her son up the stairway with her other one. Dan bit his lower lip wantingly, thinking back to when they were so close all those years ago.

***

Anorga was a suburban town where people got to know each other and asked about people's business. If there was a pothole filled in the road in front of someone's home, word of it would spread, and it would be known if the new guy on the construction crew took care of it. The folk responded to births and deaths with a hotdish. That was with the exception of the Webbs, thanks so far to Nancy who never initiated contact with her neighbors. The waitress at the River City Cafe approached and recognized Nancy, but not Dan who was sitting across from her in the booth. The hyena rested her paws on her hips, still holding out hope of coaxing the vixen out of her shell.

"Hi, Nancy! How're you doing? Hello Tristan." When she glanced over to the kit and noticed the swollen places on the sides of his face and snout, her interested smile flickered with an uncomfortable one she did her best to hide under a thick, polite cover. Tristan caught the expression though, and he correctly guessed what she saw on him. He was glad to hold a menu over his face to hide the look of shame he couldn't help but express. "And who is this. Nancy, I didn't know you had a brother." Arcadia guessed.

While Dan smiled politely, he felt out of place still, leaving Nancy to speak for him. "Hello Arcadia. This is Dan. He's actually an old boyfriend from a long time ago. We're reconnecting." Nancy said in a pleased tone. Tristan overheard and smiled to himself, his tail brushing back and forth against the seat back.

Dan nodded with a toothy smile while interest ignited in the hyena. "Oh my gosh, that's so great. It's nice to meet you, Dan." Tristan was in and out of the conversation, a sense of hunger suppressed by a sense of wonder about what it would be life for the man to be in his life, a real father. It was hard to overstate how many changes it could make for the boy, and as he pondered possibilities, new ones arose like a chain reaction. He thought about his friends who for all this time only ever met Mommy and never Daddy. He could share the good news to teachers and then they could share in his happiness.

Tristan felt a pat on the shoulder that broke him out of a daydream when it came time to order food. He felt a little silly, and decided on a burger, but he spoke so timidly the hyena didn't catch it. Dan slowly pulled the menu away from the boy's blushing, swollen face and told him to look to the waitress. He managed to be clear enough that time since he didn't want to have to try a third time with the signs of his bullying on display.

The Mommy opted to go last and feigned indecision. She rested her arms under her bust and gave off the impression that she only accidentally pressed her pert nipples against the fabric of her blouse, leaving very little to the imagination. As if that wasn't enough to make the hyena uncomfortable, the vixen pointed to a picture on the breakfast part of the menu right on a platter with an egg with the bright yellow yoke resting on a spotless mound of white. "I'd like this one with the egg just like that. What do you call that?" The woman slowly circled the outside of the yoke, hoping she could plant a naughty image in the waitress' mind.

"Oh, that's uh sunny side up." Arcadia answered politely as she felt warmth rise up in her ears.

"Oh yeah, that's what it is. I'll have that." She smiled back, satisfied that she made the best out of that opportunity. That's when she looked over to Dan and realized it went over better than she expected. An instant after she looked his way, his gaze lifted from her chest to her eyes.

The kit tuned into the conversation while he sipped on pink lemonade. Dan cleared his throat. "So Nancy, let's all get on the same page."

"Oh, you want to start us out?" Mommy asked.

"I mean, unless you want to."

"Nope, that's fine. You go ahead."

"You sure?" the Daddy lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm sure. Just...keep going. Forget I stopped you." Mommy said, putting a paw up to emphasize her attention to Dan as if handing over the microphone.

Tristan's eyes went back and forth between the two before Daddy took a moment to think. "So Tristan, you're a sissy, right?"

"Uhhuh." Tristan replied automatically. He realized what he did and flinched slightly.

"Really, you're more of a natural born sissy. You have all the tendencies like wetting the bed, preferring to have long hair over short hair, losing fights, stuff like that." The child felt his ears heat up with the blood rushing to his face as he listened. "But for you to be the total sissy you're meant to be, we're going to start training you the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll be getting you ready to learn, and I'll settle in."

Tristan didn't like the idea of having to train while on summer vacation and made a straight lip, miserable smile. "What do I have to do?"

Mommy broke in. "We're going to start with your clothes. They really don't fit you. I mean, yes, they are a good size for your very small body, but if you're going to express yourself, you're going to have to start dressing like a girl." Tristan was taken back by this and looked between the two older foxes with wide eyes.

"Your mother's right, little guy. Tomorrow we're going to take you to the mall and get you some new clothes, nice ones too. There's already a great shop that sells dresses, petticoats, skirts and blouses..." The man counted the types of clothing on his paw while he rattled them off and thought.

"There's also stockings and some shoes. Those are very important." Mommy broke in again. "They make panties to size, so we can order some to go over your diapers." She took a sip of her coke. "And you better work on saying 'thank you' when we do these things for you. You're not going to like it if Mommy or Daddy have to prompt you." Mommy finished sternly.

The little cub opened his mouth to object when supper arrived. He wanted to tuck in right away since he was hungry, but keeping back what he had to say was like holding onto a hot coal. "Mommy, I'm a boy. Boy's don't wear dresses."

It was then that Tristan got the very first disapproving glance from his Daddy. It was more deeply embarrassing than if Daddy had just lectured him. Mommy unwrapped her napkin and nodded. "You're close. You're a boy, you aren't wrong about that, but you're a sissy boy, and sissy boys wear dresses and a lot of other things."

"But Mommy!" The kit whined and pouted his lip.

"So help me Tristan, I will yank your pants down and spank you right in here. It'll be the last time you wear pants too because you'll be going to the mall in just a shirt, shoes, and your diaper." Mommy threatened. Tristan blushed deeply and looked around for anyone that could have overheard. He could swear he made eye contact with someone and quickly looked down at his plate which he began eating from. "Trust me, you'll be thanking us later when you realize what a wide range of clothing you'll have to choose from. You'll see." She said in a much gentler tone. Meanwhile Tristan had enough struggling with humiliation and ate, trying to think of the taste of his burger as to not break into tears in the middle of the restaurant. It was a small comfort that the little fox kit was still wearing his pants when they were all finished and ready to go back home.

***

That night Tristan was walked to his room and put to bed early, which the cub didn't seem to mind. The day was woefully eventful enough. Daddy gladly helped strip the tired kit's clothes off, smirking a bit when he brushed his paw over the kit's crinkly diaper front. The touch surprised Tristan a little and made him accidentally squirt a little warm urine right into his padding. Mommy turned the venetian blinds until the child's room was darkened enough to sleep sound. He was gently tucked in, and before the two grown adults left their boy's room, both of them leaned in one at a time to give their little boy a slow, wet kiss on the mouth. "Sleep tight little sissy." They said.

Tristan turned into his side and faced the door as it closed. Sleep wouldn't come easy. He felt warm and used his feet to scoot the blanket off his body little by little. Without intending to, he wound up with no blanket at all and just lay there in nothing but his diaper. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he was able to make out the shapes of his room again. He was well aware that the sun hadn't even gone down yet, and he could hear the sounds of other cubs playing outside. He could have sworn one of them was a friend of his that lived a few houses down the block.

His spirit was lifted slightly since he realized a friend would help him make sense of all this nonsense happening for the last three days. How was he supposed to talk to them though. He could think of only two of his closest trusted friends who knew he had to wear diapers. How would they react if he asked them how to deal with being a sissy?

The little tyke slid out of bed and went to the other side of the room to grab something next to the toy chest. It was a massive stuffed bear, one that was hard to drag back onto the bed. Loner cubs were prone to talk to stuffed animals like that one, but the sissy always had at least a few friends to talk to so that he wouldn't need to project his loneliness onto an inanimate object. That was until now.

He sighed as he thought of a name for his new friend. Maybe it was all the talk at dinner about wearing dresses, but he was stuck between two names: Kelly and Ester. The kit decided on Kester and placed it in a sitting position at the head of the bed and sat to the side of her. He thought for a while, looking between his lap and the bear. He sighed and lowered his ears a bit. "Kester, I just don't know what to do." With that, the fox kit placed his arm around the soft plush and leaned against it. He would slowly slump over and fall asleep snuggling with it.

***

Nancy mischeiviously lead Dan to the living room and had him relax on the couch while she brought him a couple pillows and a blanket. The male fox sat up and looked around the place. "You're home is really nice. It's better than my old place." The vixen came back into the room with a towel, a laptop, and a grin. "What's this about?" The man asked, noticing her face.

"Well hun, I thought I would make you feel at home and welcome, and I think the best way to do that is to watch a little home videos." Though Nancy still had her devious smile, she saw Dan nod like it was his parental obligation. "Oh don't worry, you'll love it. The internet has yet to see it." She sat on the couch next to him and wagged her tail as she lifted the screen. She double-clicked a video on the desktop, and it loaded and started playing. She put her hind paws up on the wooden coffee table and placed the computer on her hard thighs while she wrapped her arm around the man's waist.

The words "Sissy Tristy's Birthday Bash" came on the screen in frilly pink cursive and the picture faded in before the words slowly faded out. There stood the child against the wall as his height was being measured. The father thought everything was very normal up until Mommy told the child to strip down, which Tristan did. Dan took a double take as he looked down to the vixen. She glanced back up to him with a smile and turned her head back to the screen.

Her head was leaning up against the side of Dan's chest, and her other paw was ever so softly caressing his other side with one of her fingers. After Mommy on the video asked her embarrassing questions of their son about his diapers, the scene faded out and faded back in with the kit on the changing mat. He looked so happy with his hind paws in the air and the diaper laying open. The little one's immature genitals were in plain view, which was kind of a surprise for the man. It's not like he didn't expect to see it often, but on video was so much more dirty.

The image made him gasp with near perfect timing with the vixen unzipping the tod's pants. When he looked down to the vixen, she just pointed back at the screen. As she undid the rest of his fly and pulled down the male's pants, on screen Tristan giggled uncontrollably before accidentally pissing himself, causing the golden stream to splash against his adorable face.

Another gasp from Dan as his vulpine member sprung from his pants and audibly thumped the vixen's nose. She just groaned happily and slowly inhaled through her nose as she slid the laptop to the coffee table. It was as if she was savoring the aroma of vulpine cockmeat. She repositioned herself to get better access to the cock she'd teased that afternoon at the cafe. She planted a kiss on the tip of his dick while on screen he could see the woman holding their son's paws out of the way as to keep him from blocking the stream between his sheath and face. Daddy's hard cock throbbed wantingly as he watched Tristan helplessly splash his own face fur with fresh kit piss.

The woman dipped her head down slowly, giving Dan's cock a nice warm spit bath while on screen Tristan was getting cleaned up with baby wipes. Dan was marvelously impressed when he felt her soft lips slide down to his knot seven inches from his oozing tip, and she lolled her tongue out to slurp around that swollen knot a little. The man panted lustfully as the scene changed. Their child was playing in the sandbox, and the male momentarily took his gaze away to see that Nancy had undone her blouse a bit and was stroking one of her ample breasts and flicking her nipples a bit sparingly.

Dan was happy to see the beautiful woman was enjoying herself too and leaned back in the seat a bit as a few more jets of slippery precum mixed with her saliva. He didn't even notice the older husky boy show up on screen until he started kicking wet sand hard onto their sissy son. Dan attentively watched the recorded ordeal of Tristan's first bullying and felt extremely dirty with how much he enjoyed it. "Who is that?" He breathed.

The vixen playfully slurped as she backed off the luscious, pulsing shaft and licked her lips. She was salivating like it was a juicy slab of prime rib pushing her cheeks out and clogging her throat. "I think his name was Ryan. He's kind of a bitch himself, but boy did he feel like a man after visiting." She went back to taking that dick in her maw, opening her mouth wider in an attempt to have the knot enter too. Alas, it was just too fat to get her jaws around.

He groaned and bucked his hips forward without thought. "Is this from the other day?" The woman nodded as well as she could with the warm cock pushing against the insides of her throat. The scene ended, all too soon Daddy thought. It wasn't long before a familiar scene came on again. There Tristan was in the back yard, and had he not been wearing different clothing, he wouldn't have known it was a different video. Nancy was a bit more aggressive as she dug her claws into the man's side and bobbed her head up and down his warm shaft faster. Her nipple flicking of earlier escalated to her giving her perky nipples swats with the back of her paw.

Dan could feel his climax approaching when he saw a dragon enter the picture and waste no time giving Tristan his very first punch to the face. He breathed deeply as he saw the devastation in the little pansy's eyes. He realized it wasn't a one-and-done event, but the bigger boy really gave it to him with repeated blows.

Nancy seemed to have her timing just right as she throated that dick faster than before and took her paw from her stiffed nipple to grip the man under the knot. She picked the best part as the sadistic beatdown came to a climax the same time Dan did. He could swear he lost vision for a moment as he craned his head back and erupted mouthful after mouthful of sticky fox sperm into the eager vixen. The sheer volume was even too much for her, much to her surprise as she backed off suddenly and caught a warm spurt against the side of her snout and her eye.

Though she didn't seem to mind, the man who was left panting with a fading orgasm looked a bit guilty. Nancy's ears dropped when she saw his expression. Her face seemed to take on some anxiety. "I thought you'd really like that. I just kinda threw that together ya know." She said modestly. There was a pause where neither of them really knew what to do. The woman was well down the path of improper parenting, and Dan's reaction made the difference between turning back or picking up the pace.

The man panted as his glistening cock swayed slightly with his hips. He slowly brought his massive paws to her neck and lifted her chin, coxing her to sit up. Once she did, he drew that cum splattered face towards his and kissed her deeply on the lips. He tasted himself and her and didn't stop. She didn't stop him either, and their tails wagged like twins.

Eventually, they broke the kiss with a few strands of cummy spit connecting them before they embraced tightly. "My god, Nancy. That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."

"I'm so glad!" She moaned as she rocked him back and forth a bit in her arms and pressed her half covered chest against his.

"I-I wanna go upstairs and hit him right now. It'll be so cute!" He proposed and licked the side of his snout.

Mommy attempted to talk through his lust without breaking it. "Dear, our toy needs to rest. He's got such a big day tomorrow. We have to get ready for it too." The man nodded with understanding and a blush as he admitted she was right. She might have been done with her son for the day, but she wasn't done with her baby Daddy. She gave him another peck on the lips as she undid her blouse and took it off for him to see her naked top. She cradled her tits seductively and licked her lips. It was irresistible for the man, especially with the strand of cum on her face and closing one eye. The vixen could still sweeten the pot though. "If you want to, you can hit me here." She lifted her heavy tits to emphasize the point.

Dan looked a little shocked and skeptical of what he just heard. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me. So long as you keep it to the stomach and chest, you can give me the hits you would have given our sissy." She brought her nose down and lifted one of her melons up to lick the nipple. She saw his unwavering hardon but also his apprehension. She wanted to snap him out of it. "Come on, I'm asking for it. I want to see how hard you can hit."

Dan had an unsure expression as he cocked his right fist back and hesitated. The woman spread her legs over the couch and faced him as she lifted her dress to show her uninhibited, puffy pussy. She pushed her chest out and rubbed a very obvious wetness around her smooth inner labia.

"It's okay, Dan. I'll count down, okay?" She breathed faster and deeper in naughty anticipation.

"Okay." He nodded.

She counted down slowly. "Five, four, three, two, one" Dan found the motivation to lunge forward and deliver a punch to her left tit. She grunted softly and in spite of his immediate apologies, she coaxed him again. "Harder this time. Five, four, three, two, one." As if on impulse Dan brought his paw back in a fist and hit the same breast in the same place and watched it wobble from all the force he delivered to it.

She cringed and grunted a bit harder while two of her fingers quickly quivered like the forked tongue of a snake. With one paw she caressed the sensitive side of her neck and traced her collarbone. With the other paw she cradled her sensitive, engorged clit with those fingers and asked for more, the countdown getting faster over time as the hitting continued and her chest became more and more sore. "The other one now." "Do two in a row, make um hit each other." "Try an uppercut, come on!" "Oh fuck yesss! Uh! I'm going to cum. Just keep hitting until I do."

Even the man who was slowly getting used to the idea of beating someone he loved started to enjoy himself. He felt a surge of perverse energy with each instance his knuckles bashed her tender flesh. He knew it had to be hurting badly from the way the vixen showed her teeth longer and longer in the aching aftermath of each strike. He brought his paw down to his aching cock and started stroking it quickly. It turned out the paw he liked to jerk off with was also his stronger paw, and the vixen noticed. "Don't waste your paw with that. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to enter me when I cum."

Dan, being his typical self asked the obvious question. "When will that be?"

Nancy scrunched up her face hard and put her ears back. "Fucking...Fucking now! Please! Don't waste this!" Daddy took his queue and tugged his pants to around his ankles before lining his runny, tapered cock tip up with her pussy. Just as she was pleading with him to hurry, he slid inside. His lower lip quivered as his sensitive shaft brushed up against her pubic hair, sending hundreds of tingles up his spine before sliding along the tight wet passage.

It took a lot of effort, and it felt to Dan like she was trying to push him out. He wasn't giving up though. As she reached out to him and dug her claws into his back, he slowly pushed more of himself into that shaking, squirting pussy. Her fluid drenched his crotch and knot, making it nice and slick as he spread her legs further and split open her entrance with a grunt of his own.

The woman gasped loudly and opened her eyes wide to look to Dan. She knew his knot was huge, but it had been so long since she'd taken it in her pussy that she long forgot the pain it caused her. It certainly wasn't anything close to cub birth, but after him, she was confident she could take an oversexed clydesdale's girth. "Damn, that really hurts." She said as she shook her head from the intense feeling.

"Wait, that hurts?" The male clenched his jaw as he continued to push his knot in. "You just had me beat the tar out of your boobs, but this is what hurts?"

She growled. "Dan, shut the fuck up and get that inside me already." The man obliged her as he drew himself back and forth a few times, opening her slippery entrance. He leaned over her and grabbed a hold of her thighs before ramming himself inside with a long and steady force. Soon he lunged forward again and felt completely engulfed in her snatch. The vixen nearly opened her eyes but she made an effort to keep them closed since there was still sperm clinging to one of her eyelids.

A raspy, crazed growl issued from the man's throat as he showed his pointed teeth and gripped onto her hips like his paws were vices. His whole body twitched as his tip shook like a spring and his fat knot made tiny but hard and frequent pulsations against Nancy's g-spot. It was a much more aggressive side of the normally timid boyfriend she used to know. Her heart beat even faster than before, and she panted from the intense fright and arousal. She bit her lip and tilted her head back as her body tensed along with him while he used the short length he was left with after tying with her to firmly tap against her fiercely clenching cervix.

Endorphins flooded both of their bodies with the shared climax they had, Nancy making a high pitched yelp from the surprising explosion she felt and Dan roaring with a face like a primitive soldier in the heat of battle. The seconds stretched on, but eventually their moment faded like the brilliance of a hot electrical spark. Dan fell forward onto the woman's aching chest with his own pants still wrapped around his ankles. Nancy continued to pant in the aftermath and couldn't urge herself to move even though the weight of his body only exaggerated the throbbing pain in her breasts.

The sexual morphine that made Nancy so willing to subject herself to the man's violence wore off, and what was left keeping her from whimpering was a soft kiss on the neck. Dan's primal beast went about its way as the more tender, affectionate fox offered the vixen reassuring licks. Even more, it built her confidence that it was the right idea to let him back into her life, into both of their lives. She daydreamed for a moment about how Dan would be so perfect with her and her lovely, obedient daughter Tristan. She groaned with naughty pleasure imagining teaching her little boy to appreciate his role as the other woman of the house, showing the wussy how to love his man and respect his unyielding hand. She looked forward to testing their boy to make sure he can lift his skirt and sway his available, curvaceous figure teasingly for a grown man or men the wimp will no doubt be afraid of.

Nancy's daydreams were interrupted when Dan picked himself up off her. He was still stuck deep inside her exhausted body, but taking the weight off her chest allowed her to breathe in fully and exhale with satisfied comfort. "You okay?" Dan said as he used a finger to wipe away the nearly soaked in cum from the woman's eyelids. She nodded and smiled, this predicament not really calculated into her night. The tod said a few awkward silly things about being stuck for a while and finding some silver lining about it. While he blushed and tested the tie a couple times, the Mommy stretched her arm out to grab the heavy wooden coffee table and with a grunt pulled it across the floor toward them.

Dan did a double take after that and wagged his tail a bit, both impressed and intimidated. "Have you been rage-lifting since we split up?"

"Well, since you asked, a good-looking woman with a kit has to protect herself. A little muscle goes a long way in this world." The man nodded in knowing agreement as he looked to the screen. He thought she might pull up another video, but instead she opened her favorites tab and clicked on the first of a long list of sites so dirty sounding it made the former military man blush. Nancy opened the first link on the list and loaded an online store for sissy fetish gear.

Dan bit his lip and looked to Nancy who he was still awkwardly tied with. "You don't think they'll have anything in Tristan's size, right? They just wouldn't sell that." The man watched as the vixen showed a list of dimensions for a pink garment leather muzzle and hovered the cursor over the specs for one of the smaller models. It seemed oddly appropriate for a cub.

"And it can be used with a pacifier they have up to the jumbo size." Nancy said.

"So, like all of them then?"

The woman shook her head. "That leaves out the colossal size and the one up from that 'The Big Hush.'" She clicked on the picture for reference, and Dan had to agree with the description when it promised to be the end of talkative sissy babies. "But really a medium should do in this case." They came to an agreement and kept looking around the site, Dan periodically checking the tie between himself and the vixen.

It was about a half hour and a website later that Dan's knot had relaxed enough to extract from Nancy's pussy. When he did, she grunted and felt a trickle of viscous white fluid run from her pussy, down her asscrack, and onto the inside of her skirt. She took her attention away from their shopping and motioned for the man to step back while she reached between her legs and pulled the hem of the back of the skirt forward over her crotch. "Why'd you have to make such a mess?" The Mommy joked.

Dan chuckled, and with that she stood up and grabbed her laptop, briefly looking at the corner of the screen. "This has to charge, and the cord is in my room. Let's move before I drip too much on the floor" she said as she waddled to the over to her room from the living room, the cloth already darkened and damp. She gestured for the other fox to join her with her muzzle. Dan didn't refuse and felt his bushy white tail sway back and forth as he followed the muscular feminine form, a bit of grace lost due to her walking stance.

Once she made it to her queen sized bed she was done protecting the carpet and let the cummy mess go on her bedsheets. The tod savored that image and made it a point to recall every detail of the brief, casual jizz splatter since he couldn't remember ever seeing anything quite like that. That's when the vixen further invited the man to lay down in the bed next to her. She reached for the power cord for the laptop while dan slid his socks off and realized somewhere between the couch and the bed he lost the pants that were around his ankles. He minded the fresh slippery landmine on the foot of the bed and lay down on his side on a matress a lot more supportive than the one he was used to.

Nancy placed the computer between the two of them and continued their naughty shopping. It was impossible to hide the cost of each item as they fell in love with several fetish items. Dan couldn't help but wonder how the vixen planned to pay for all of these things, and he wanted to ask delicately. "This...this is starting to get a little much for me. I don't have a new job yet, so I don't know." He felt if he was talking about his own financial burden it would put less pressure on her. There was a chuckle from the woman, and Dan figured she was just tired. "And we should have even more left over to get Tristan some new clothes at that store at the mall."

Nancy smiled and took her eyes from the screen and placed a paw on the man's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm not going to order a whole bunch of stuff I know I can't afford. I've been saving up, ya know." She caressed his shoulder and slid her paw down his chest. "And it doesn't take long at all when you find a niche market like I did."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, take for example that kid from the video, the husky right? He's a loser. He can't do anything right and his folks are tired of it. They look up a solution online, and they find me, a 'recreational therapist.' They see the Ph. D. after my name and don't question it. They believe it because they want to." Dan nodded along though he still had a raised eyebrow.

"These guys drive out from the city with their little ball of insecurity, and after a few minutes of enjoying complete control over a helpless sissy and praised for doing whatever he desires, this kid goes back home with a new feeling of self confidence. That's something a desperate parent will pay top dollar for." She smiled deviously. "And that's just how you recruit the talent. I know the videos will make even more."

The man stroked his chin. "That's...really something, but what do you actually need so much money for? I suppose anyone could use a little more, but this is so risky."

"Yes!" The smile on Nancy's face only got bigger. "The risk just makes it more fun, and even if I don't need the money, it's not about need." She stroked the side of Dan's face. "It's about power." With that basic understanding, the two finalized their purchases, burned money with reckless abandon, closed the laptop, and went to sleep cuddled together with Dan's stiff member wedged between the vixen's warm thighs.