Apologies for the lack of content. I was sick a couple days last week, and the past few days have been dedicated to Halloween hijinks. I assure that I'll get back to a regular schedule after the holiday. Thank you for your patience.

Ruby’s Visit: Airing Out

 A wolf, a fox, and an owl sat around their dinner table, enjoying a meal of pizza and greens while conversing about one thing or another. Ruby did much of the talking, yipping and yapping about work drama, or her ventures into new hobbies, mentioning that both Rox and Izzy should tag along to the rock climbing gym sometime. There were brief pauses in her ramblings, as it’s improper to talk with one’s mouth full, but even when eating she managed to chew and swallow with such pace that Rox was amazed she hadn’t managed to choke herself by accident.

 “Guitar really is fun to learn, but it makes my fingers hurt, and I’ve been warned that if I play enough a wire will snap and I’ll have to go ask someone for a G string and that would be a whole thing and-” Rox stared down at her plate as the wolf continued on. The fox’s pizza had been cut into bite-sized pieces before being served to her, and the only one at the table using silverware was Izzy, the other girls being limited to clumsy, dull plastic cutlery. True to form, Ruby had opted to do away with utensils altogether, instead picking up pieces of the still-steaming delicacy, taking as big of a bite as she was physically able, and wiping her fingers, glistening with grease, on the front of her skirtalls. She wolfed down her salad in a similar manner, staring at the bowl of veggies for just a second before deciding that it was proper to grab a fistful of salad and attempt to fit it all in her mouth at once, doing her best to avoid the tomatoes.

 Rox watched with mild amusement, and trying to employ her friend’s suggestion of ‘act like a kid to feel like a kid’, followed Ruby’s example of table manners in a comparatively restrained fashion. The fox’s pizza was already cut up, so there was no need for the exaggerated chomping technique the wolf practiced. Additionally, Rox rather despised the tactile sensation of grease, and opted to wipe her hands on a napkin rather than on herself, her placemat, the table, or someone else.Though she did her best to stick to the role, the fox did make one major variation to Ruby’s strategy, using a fork for her salad, rather than using her hands. Ruby had opted to keep her veggies un-dressed, so shoveling greens into her mouth made little mess. To Rox, however, there were few things more boring than undoctored lettuce, carrots, celery, and tomato in a bowl, so she had picked a vinegar based balsamic to drizzle over top. Unfortunately, even the idea of getting the dressing on her digits nearly made the fox gag, and thus, salad was off-limits as finger food.

 The meal passed in a flurry of warm, cheesy-pepperoni bliss, the girls enjoying two large pizzas between the three of them before each in turn sat back with a contented sigh. Rox looked on in amazement as the final bite of the last slice disappeared down Ruby’s throat, and with some quick mental math, that being that each pizza had 8 slices, the fox had eaten 5, and the owl 4, she determined that the wolf had eaten nearly an entire pie by herself, a decision the girl now seemed to be regretting.

 “Ooohh fuck, my tummy…” Ruby moaned, throwing her head back, and earning a stern look from Izzy for cussing.

 “You always do this,” Rox smirked, rolling her eyes and snorting as the wolf massaged her stomach, “Are you ever gonna learn your limit?”

 “It’s not my faaault!” the wolf whined, “I’m hungry so I eat the pizza and I don’t get un-hungry until I’ve eaten too much pizza!” A gurgling cramp suddenly shot through Ruby’s gut, and she winced for a moment before flicking her tail upwards, a sputtering pbrrt-brrt-brap forcing its way out of the wolf and into her soaking pullups. She sighed in relief, sticking her tongue out at Rox, who made a face of faux disgust at the rude noise, despite the fact that she had done, and likely would do, much worse. 

Izzy cleared the table as Ruby’s guts continued to gurgle, and the owl chuckled to herself at the nonchalant manner of their guest. The first couple times they had met, Ruby had been rather prim and proper, but as Izzy and Rox had grown closer with the wolf, her mischievous nature had come to the surface, the girl being more than eager to conspire with Rox to give Izzy the run-around. Though she was personally less interested in the ageplay aspects when compared to either Ruby or her partner, the owl was more than happy to play the role of caregiver, content providing an immersive space where the girls could be themselves, if nothing else.

An uncomfortable pressure against Ruby’s tailhole preceded another seat-buzzing brrrrrrrrnt from the wolf, her eyelids fluttering in bliss at both the release and the sour smell of the fumes.

“Ough, that’s rank,” the wolf huffed, “You gonna get in on this, Rox? I can’t be the only one that needs to ‘air out’ after all that grease.” Ruby chuckled, eyes sparkling as she considered the potential of the maelstrom brewing in her belly.

“You’re foul!” Rox said, waving a paw in front of her nose and barking with laughter, “And you know I’ve had my, uh, ‘control’ privileges revoked for this weekend. Can’t even tell if I’ve got one in the chamber!” Despite her efforts to seem uncaring, admitting her enforced incontinence made the fox flush slightly, tail swishing back and forth in embarrassed excitement.

“Oh come on,” Ruby replied, grimacing and flashing her fangs as another prrrrrbt relieved some pressure in her stomach, “You must be able to push, or something! I can’t be the only one having all the fun! I’d ask Izzy, but we both know she’s too polite to ‘pass wind’ in company.”

“That’s ‘Aunt Isabel’ to you, young lady.” Izzy reprimanded, looking up from the dishes she was washing and shooting a look over her shoulder at the wolf, who soon corrected herself.

“Yes aunt Isabel! Sorry, aunt Isabel!” Ruby squeaked, “Anyway Rox, you gotta give me something! A toot or a fart or a brap, anything!” Rox rolled her eyes at the pup’s begging, but decided to humor her all the same.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try. No promises though.” The fox muttered, furrowing her brow and putting a hand to her own stomach, flexing her abs, and trying to use the muscles she still had control over to convince the rest of her system to push. The room grew quiet, except for the clatter of dishes in the sink, and the quiet paff paff paff of Ruby’s tail whipping back and forth in anticipation. Rox huffed to herself, willing her body to follow her command. She puffed out her cheeks in effort and gave a few hopeful grunts, as if that would speed up the process, but after a few moments with no results, she gave up with a sigh.

“Like I said, I can’t even tell if I have anything in the-” BRRRRNT, Rox was abruptly cut off by a rather audible blast from her own rear, louder and more forceful than anything Ruby had produced so far. The wolf herself jumped up from her seat in glee, clapping her hands and rushing over to wrap the fox in a too-tight hug.

“There you go! Good job! I knew you could do it! And oh, my, what’s that perfume you’re wearing? It’s… intoxicating!” Ruby punctuated her sentence with a few exaggerated sniffs, either to embarrass Rox further, or to huff the girl’s flatulence. Rox suspected it was some combination of the two. Though she didn’t show her enjoyment of the situation as bombastically as the wolf had, the fox did purr quietly to herself when the cloying odor rose to her snout, pleased to have gained some reward for her efforts.

“Well, if your fuzzy butt’s gonna be unpredictable,” brrrt, “I’ll just have to do enough fartin’ for both of us!” prrrrt “Which shouldn’t be too hard to manage with the way my gut’s a bubblin’, gaaaah-LEE!” Somewhere in between her grunts and the exclamations from her noisy behind, Ruby had transitioned into speaking in a genuinely terrible southern accent. Any other person may have commented on this, but Rox knew better. Spending time with the wolf had quickly shown that it was easier to roll with the punches than ask questions that may not have answers, so for now, she played along.

“Well paaaardner,” Rox drawled, shooting up from her seat, diaper rustling, “It seems like you’ve got the tootin’ covered, so I’ll just have to be as rootin’ as I can! Yeeeee-haw!” The fox beamed towards Ruby, but was given falter by the confused tilt to the girl’s head.

“Rootin’?” The wolf asked, question marks practically visible above her.

“Yeah, rootin’ tootin’? The cowboy thing? Have you seriously never..?” Rox was somewhat nonplussed, but the fox shook her head, regained her composure, and chose to move past the issue rather than trying to give a lesson on wild west lingo.

“Nevermind. Point is, we’re cowboys. Yee-ha!” One of the fox’s hands flew up into the air, whirling around as if she were preparing to cast a lasso, her other affixed firmly to the imaginary pommel in front of her. Ruby was back on board. Her signature grin re-affixing itself to her face, the wolf mimicked Rox’s wild-west-appropriate body language.

“I’m Hoof Cassidy, devilish outlaw, and I’ve got a bank to heist! Hee-YAH!” Ruby’s bold claim was followed up by the girls ‘riding’ back to the den, the wolf followed the whole way by prrts and fbrbts.

‘Heisting a bank’, Rox soon learned, was code for whenever cowboys went and painted their nails.

“The law is gonna be busy watching all the vaults,” Ruby said, admiring the sapphire polish on her claws, “They’ll never suspect we’re infiltrating a salon to get at the real goods! Gold is nothing when compared to the price of modern cosmetics! We’ll make a fortune!”

“Yeah, maybe if you stop using all the polish to paint yourself blue,” Rox snorted, pointing out the myriad speckles of lacquer that had dripped onto the wolf’s skirtalls, “How’s your stomach, by the way? Manage to get out without leaving skid-marks in your pullies?” Ruby blushed slightly at the remark, tilting her chin up and staring down her nose at the fox.

“They’re perfectly clean, thank you very much!” The wolf retorted, “And may I remind you, you’re much more likely to end up with muck in your pants, diaper butt!” Ruby stuck out her tongue, and Rox snorted again, having trouble recalling a playdate where the wolf hadn’t thoroughly soiled herself.

“Either way, you’re the one currently leaking all over the place.” Rox smiled, nodding to the expanding yellow spot on the puppy pad beneath her friend. Ruby’s flush deepened, and in the silent moment before the wolf had formulated a response, Rox could indeed hear the quiet trickling of warm wolf piss pouring into the girl’s poor, over-soaked pullup.

“N-never you mind that!” Ruby stuttered, tail paff-paff-paffing against her skirt once more, “How about this? We have a little contest, your forced incontinence versus my lactose-fuelled tummy troubles, and the second one to poop themselves stupid gets to be player one on the gameDodecahedron.” Rox had to consider for a moment. Yes, the prize was somewhat inconsequential, but the real victory would be the bragging rights. Plus, she was supposedly the baby for the weekend, so using her diapers wouldn’t come with any sort of reprimand…

The fox decided the bet was worth it, remembering fondly a time that she and Ruby had gone out for milkshakes. The wolf’s gut had betrayed her not thirty minutes later, which made for a squishy, smelly, albeit short drive home.

“Deal.” Rox said, holding out a paw to shake on the agreement.

“Wait wait wait,” Ruby hesitated, shaking her head, “If we’re serious about this, it’s gotta be a pee pact.”

“Aw, yuck, really?” the fox whined, to which Ruby responded by nodding, pressing her paw into the damp puppy pad beneath her, and holding it out to shake. Hesitating, Rox rolled her eyes, lifted up her shirt just far enough to expose the waistband of her diaper, and slipped a paw into her padding. She pressed her digits into the spongy cotton innards, ensuring that her paw was well moistened before withdrawing it and clasping Ruby’s offered hand.

“The pact is sealed,” Ruby said, her tone much too serious for the occasion, “The first to poop their pants like a baby shall forever, for the rest of this sleepover, be relegated as player two.” The girls smiled at each other as Rox wiped her paw dry on the puppy pads beneath her. Ruby, on the other hand, hesitated just a moment before deciding to lick her fingers clean.

Ruby’s Visit: How To Get A Pretty Girl To Cum

 Roxanne’s heart was racing. The fox was straddling Ruby, the wolf that she and her wife had invited to stay for the weekend, the pink-furred canine panting and out of breath from wrestling Rox. It was somewhat of a sight, there in the den, as neither of the girls were wearing pants, and both were sweating from the strain of the tussle. Despite the lack of dignified bottomwear, they each did have something covering their unmentionables, the fox’s pastel-patterned diaper providing a more infantile contrast to the training pants that adorned Ruby’s waist. The wolf squirmed under the weight of the significantly larger Rox, attempting to shift her pullup-clad hips out from under the fox, so that she could in some way gain the advantage. Unfortunately for the wolf, the soaked trainers drooping from her rear forced her legs slightly apart, somewhat limiting her movement and weighing her down. Though Rox’s diaper was no less full of pee, the fox found it to be a boon rather than a bane, the extra heft coming in useful for restraining her prey.

 At some point during their scuffle, Rox had managed to grab ahold of Ruby’s wrists, which the fox now pinned to the carpet above the wolf’s head. Slowly, Ruby came to the realization that she was well and truly stuck, a fact she was forced to accept as her struggles grew weaker, and her growls of effort, softer. With a huff of faux frustration, the wolf was forced to give in to her captor.

 “F-fine, you got me, now what?” Ruby sneered, panting.

 “Now what?” Rox repeated with a grin, “Well, now that we’ve completed step one of the lesson, that being restraining the pretty girl, we can move on to step two!” There was a long pause as the fox smiled down at Ruby, Rox’s gray tail swishing back and forth in excitement as she waited for the wolf’s next words.

 “Aaaand what’s step two?” Ruby sighed, eyes rolling as she indulged the fox.

 “Stimulation!” Came Rox’s response, and though she was doing her best to maintain a facade of professionalism, the fox couldn’t help a waver of excitement from tinting her tone. Eyes sparkling, Rox began to slowly, gently rock her hips back and forth, grinding her own damp padding against the front of Ruby’s sodden, leaking training pants. The fox let one of the wolf’s wrists go momentarily, taking a second to ensure that the girl's skirtalls were hiked up all the way, and wouldn’t interfere with the forthcoming activities. Despite the moment of freedom, Ruby made no move to resist, and once the fox was done with her fiddling, she restrained the wolf once more.

Ruby was struggling to not succumb to the myriad sapphic fantasies that clouded her head, even before the fox mounting her had begun grinding in earnest. The warm, comforting, piss-drenched material of the wolf’s pullups moulded itself around her twitching arousal with each motion of Rox’s hips, the fox drawing whines and quiet whimpers from the girl beneath her, interspersed with growls of half-hearted sass.

Rox herself was having a rather enjoyable time, pops and bursts of pleasure firing off in her loins as she pressed her sex into the pillowy heat of her damp padding. Taking a moment to glance down towards where their hips met, the fox was both pleased, and mildly embarrassed, to note that their grinding had pressed more pee from Ruby’s undergarments, a yellow-tinted stain growing on the pad that lay underneath the wolf’s rear. Also visible was the subtle tent in the front of Ruby’s training pants, a barely-existent mound indicating her enjoyment of the situation, regardless of the struggle she had put up to avoid it.

Despite the mess they were making, neither girl was dissuaded, and dismissing the stain, Rox resumed her slow, torturous grinding. Though there were several times that the wolf below her attempted to increase the pace, hips thrusting needily upwards in desperation, the fox refused to comply with her captive’s wishes, maintaining a steady speed as Ruby wiggled and squirmed beneath Rox’s heavy padding.

Izzy looked on from her spot on the couch as the girls wrestled, the owl blushing softly as her partner began toying with their guest. Slowly, and with as much care as she could muster, so as to not disrupt the show, Izzy marked her page, replaced her book on the table, and surreptitiously pulled up the hem of her dress, slipping a hand into her own pullups. The owl had to make an effort to not make a scene of herself, the fingers she brushed against her slit sending shivers up and down her entire body, nearly coaxing a moan from her beak. The arousal she felt had been building all day, ever since Rox had slapped her ass, and now that the other two were indulging in such an unabashed manner, Izzy figured she, too, was allowed some release.

The owl’s digits danced across her mound, each intimate touch pulling a heavy breath from her chest. Watching the girls on the floor, she imagined herself in either of their positions, forced onto her back by a more powerful woman, held there as her scene partner set a pace that was just barely too slow to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. Alternatively, she drew on the memories of times she had ruled over Rox with an iron hand, making the fox beg to cum, or perform degrading tasks to earn pleasure. The owl got herself particularly turned on by a recent memory of leaving the fox bound and gagged, the nanobots in Rox’s system having been programmed in such a way to ensure the fox filled her diapers regularly with a hot, pungent slurry. The mount the girl was tied to had buzzed away happily as Rox repeatedly ruined her padding, climaxing again and again, her whines muffled by the silicon ball holding her jaw open.

Despite the fact that she was enjoying her fantasy, and the fingers in her cunt even more so, Izzy faded back to the present with the horrified realization that the whines she was hearing in her imagination were, in fact, coming from her own beak. The owl’s face flushed red with embarrassment as her gaze landed on a grinning Rox, the two locking eyes for a moment as Izzy hastily resumed a pose of composure, pulling her fingers from her slit and tugging her dress down before folding her hands properly across her lap. Though Rox had caught the owl’s slip-up, Ruby seemed to be otherwise engaged, eyes shut tight as she thrust forcefully upwards, still seeking the release that the fox pinning her down had teased her with. Turning back to her prey, Rox prepared to go in for the kill.

“Are you a good puppy..?” Rox grinned, receiving only a nod and a squeak in return, “Are you going to cum in your pullies, puppy? Are you gonna have a sticky accident in your big kid undies? Because I think you are.” Whimpers and whines were all that passed Ruby’s lips, her erratic thrusting and wiggling convincing Rox to speed up her own, consistent grinding.

If she could think, Ruby may have been aware of the irony within this particular scene. The idea of a supposedly older, more mature girl being overpowered by the one acting as the baby may have even brought a smile to her lips. However, at the time, the wolf was entirely incapable of processing a concept as complex as irony.

Ruby’s face twisted between looks of pleasure, disappointment, and yearning. She could feel the damp spot on the puppy pad beneath her, but she paid it no attention as she humped against Rox’s swollen diaper, not caring if her shortalls grew soggy with pee. Her mind was scrambling, fogged with lust and need, seeking the ledge of ecstasy, but unable to find it as the fox continued to tease her. Normally, Ruby would have used her paws, or sought out one of her many stimulating toys, and climaxed before getting to the point of desperation she was at now, where it was impossible to conceive anything other than pleasure or frustration. Her movements became more animalistic, her hips jerking up and down as she kicked her feet, growling and whining. Her entirely piss-soaked pullup made a soft paff, paff, paff, noise as it repeatedly hit the floor, the sound not unlike when the wolf’s tail would wag against her skirt. She began trying to flail in frustration, and Rox was slightly taken aback at how hard the girl was struggling, the fox having to put actual effort now into keeping Ruby’s hands pinned down.

Rox figured she had better get on with it if she didn’t want Ruby to start howling, and as such adjusted her own grinding motions. Rather than keeping a consistent, methodical pace, the fox did her best to meet each of Ruby’s erratic thrusts with one of her own, the force of their padding coming together causing a raucous crinkling from Rox’s diaper, along with the ever-present squelching of Ruby’s pullups. To Ruby’s credit, Rox did have to admit that this was more pleasurable than the slow, methodic edging the fox had employed. Each squelch and squish that pressed soggy padding against her privates shot lightning bolts through her body, and Rox’s breath grew heavy as she allowed herself to sink into the moment. She had teased, and toyed, and withheld, but it was time for the main event. The thing that both girls had wanted most from the very start.

To nobody’s surprise, Ruby finished first, a miniscule warm patch blossoming in her pullups as she howled with pleasure. Rox thought it an entertainingly small display, given all the fuss the wolf had been making, but that thought was wiped immediately from her mind as the wolf beneath her bucked in ecstasy, coincidentally mashing Rox’s diaper against the fox’s most sensitive parts. Buzzing warmth filled Rox’s chest, loins, and head, as Ruby riding out her orgasm led to the fox finding her own. Rather than howling, as the wolf had had, Rox grit her teeth, breathing hard through her nose as her grinding slowed, the crinkling of her diaper eventually dissipating, leaving the den quiet once more, other than the labored breathing of two spent individuals. Ruby was the first to speak, though her eyes remained closed, and her body limp.

“You know what?” she asked, a grin creeping back onto her face. All Rox managed in response was an inquisitive hum, still enjoying the comedown of her orgasm.

“I think I like when you play teacher. You know what else?” the wolf continued, getting another hum in response. Rather than answering with words, Ruby lifted a leg from the floor, leaned slightly to the side, grunted, and let loose a hot, foul wind that startled Rox out of her tranquility.

 “Oh, god, yuck!” The fox exclaimed, rolling off of the wolf and releasing Ruby’s wrists, using the free hands to cover her sensitive snout. Slowly sitting up, Ruby inhaled deeply, allowing the stink of her own flatulence to fill her lungs.

 “High fiber diet!” She said, grinning mischievously towards Rox, “That, plus lactose intolerance. I hope aunt Isabel knew what she was doing when she put cheese on those sandwiches.” Getting to her feet, Ruby located both her sippy cup, and the fox’s, tossing the cup to Rox.

 “Drink. I take hydration seriously, and that lesson of yours was… exerting.” The wolf followed her sentence by tipping her head back, and downing as much of the cool, sweet juice as she could, draining the cup before wiping her mouth and sighing with satisfaction. Rox followed her example, though the fox opted to unscrew her cup’s lid, allowing her to use the container as you would a standard glass, and she downed the liquid in three quick gulps. Seeing both girls with empty drinks, Izzy hopped to her feet, smoothing out the front of her dress as she did so.

 “I’m going to get started on dinner,” Izzy said, “But before that, may I refresh your beverages?” A smile twitched at the corners of her beak as both girls replied ‘Yes please!’ in unison, Ruby even curtseying with her damp skirt as thanks. Once Izzy had left, headed for the kitchen once more, the wolf turned again to Rox.

 “Cartoons?” She asked, tail once more paff paff paffing against her skirt. Opening her mouth, the fox faltered for a moment before landing on a properly childish response.

 “Yes.” She said, and once more the two sat down next to each other, in front of the tv.