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.

Ruby’s Visit: Toddler Teacher

 Rox felt silly standing there in the den, t-shirt doing very little to hide the substantial padding that she sported between her legs. Usually she didn’t have an issue with showing off her diapers, but there was something about doing so while attempting to access a vulnerable headspace that added an unfamiliar element of embarrassment. Ruby Smiled up at the fox, standing a handful of inches shorter, and wagged her tail, whipping it back and forth so that it gently impacted her skirt with each motion, paff paff paff paff.

 “Okay, step one is to look the part!” Ruby said, holding up a finger and staring Rox up and down, “I’d say you’ve got that covered. Step two is the hard part, letting go of inhibition! You may have noticed it’s easier to get into headspace when you’ve had a few ‘big kid drinks’, and I think for practice, you’re gonna need something stronger than apple juice.” Ruby pulled a thermos from her bag, popped the lid open, and offered it to Rox.

 “What is it?” The fox asked suspiciously, taking the thermos.

 “Nothin’ poison!” Ruby promised, “Just a lil somethin’ to help you loosen up. Gotta bring those playtime thoughts to the surface without being dismissed!” Rox took a sip. It was vodka and Blue Cow. The fox made a face, attempting to pass the thermos back to Ruby.

 “Not an energy drink girly?” The wolf asked, not taking the thermos, “Either way, if you’re serious about learning how to get into headspace, it would reeeeeeally help if you drank it. Pleeeeeease?” Puppy eyes once again proved themselves an effective motivator, and Rox crumbled. With a sigh of regret, the fox held her breath and took several long draws from the thermos’ straw, doing her best not to taste the cocktail as she did so.

 “Yuck” The fox complained, passing the thermos back to Ruby.

 “Ohhh, don’t be a baby about it,” the wolf replied, unscrewing the thermos to check that Rox actually had drunk it, “Wait, actually do be a baby about it, if you wanna.” Nodding her head, satisfied that the fox had imbibed a suitable amount of the beverage, Ruby sealed the thermos and put it in her bag.

 “Actually, that’s good practice!” Ruby voiced, perking up, “The more you act like a kid, the more you feel like a kid, and the more you feel like a kid, the easier it is to act like one, understand?” The wolf asked, tail once more going paff paff paff against the fabric of her skirtalls.

 “Not… really…?” Rox replied, trying and failing to follow Ruby through the hoops of logic the wolf was jumping through.

 “Good! Kids don’t understand much at all, so neither should you!” Ruby exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement, “Sooooo, why didn’t you like the drink?”

 “I’m just not a fan of energy drinks,” Rox shrugged, “Like you said.” The wolf shook her head at this, making a disapproving noise as if her friend's answer had somehow been incorrect.

 “No, no, no, simplify. Complete sentences aren’t needed. Baby talk goo-goo stuff isn’t particularly constructive, either. If you had to pick one adjective to describe your total distaste for Blue Cow, what would it be?” After a moment of thought, Rox replied, though it was more of a question than a statement.

 “Foul?”

 “Good!” applauded Ruby, “Now, there are synonyms for foul that sound more childish, namely ‘icky’ and ‘yucky’. We can work on your vocabulary this weekend too, so let’s start there! So again, why didn’t you like the drink in the thermos?”

 “It’s… Icky?” Rox said, feeling more like she was in a language studies course rather than standing half-naked in the den.

 “Good! Now say it with more conviction! Say it like you mean it! Say it like you’re angry at the drink for ever having existed! Throw in a foot stomp if you’re feeling extra spicy! Kids can’t control their emotions! This is for stress relief! So go ahead and relieve some stress! WHY didn’t you like the drink in the thermos?” Ruby’s question marked an end to her pep talk, and there was a moment of silence before Rox realized it was her cue.

 “It’s ICKY!” The fox replied hesitantly, stamping her foot and balling her hands into fists, “It’s icky and I don’t LIKE it!” Once more, silence filled the den. Rox could feel the hot blush on her face as she was met again with choking embarrassment, and she had to restrain herself from cringing at her own sentence.

 “That was… SO GOOD!” Ruby exclaimed, rushing the fox and wrapping her in a hug, “You did so good! Star student! Good puppy good puppy good puppy!” Reaching up, the wolf scratched behind Rox’s ears, the fox’s tension dissipating slightly as a result.

 “Another thing you need to learn is how to respond to praise! You’re just a kit! If you’re happy, let it be known! Let me hear it!” Rox concentrated for a moment, focusing on the euphoria of being told she had done well, managing to let go of a handful of chirps and purrs that she only now realized she had been holding back. The two stood there for a few moments, enjoying each other’s embrace before stepping apart.

 “Okay,” Ruby said, preparing to resume instruction, “Being a kid is a skill that needs to be practiced, so you’re gonna practice lots and lots! Any time aunt Izzy or I ask you a question this weekend, I want you to take a moment and think of a childish response that has the same meaning as what your ‘big kid’ response would be. Can you do that for me?” The wolf queried, looking expectantly at Rox.

 “Y-yeah, I think- er. Yes.” The fox responded, catching herself halfway through the sentence to practice her teacher’s instructions.

 “Cool! Lesson three is playing! Whether it’s house, blocks, or just ‘playing toys’, it can be hard to re-learn after growing up in a world where ‘being childish’ is an insult…” Ruby spent the next couple of hours instructing Rox on the dos and donts of collaborative improvisation and storytelling, only pausing when Izzy returned, having stepped out during the wolf’s earlier instruction.

 “Heya girls!” Izzy chirped, “Sorry to barge in, I just want to make sure that Roxanne doesn’t need her diaper changed. Can’t have a kit dribbling all over the floor now, can we?” Izzy confidently strode towards the fox, Rox freezing and growing red at her partner’s comment. A quick pat to the girl's behind, and a gentle squeeze of the fox’s diaper front ensured Izzy that her ‘little one’ was in no need of a change. Regardless, the owl hummed to herself in disappointment.

 “Still dry… We need to get you more liquids, puppy. I’ll bring you a sippy of water, and I want you to drink it all, okay? And Rubella, how are you doing? You know that you can come to me if you need anything, right?”

 “Yes aunt Izzy! Thank you aunt Izzy!” Ruby responded, beaming and wagging her tail, “May I please have some more juice please?” The wolf asked, holding out her sippy cup for the owl to take.

 “Of course you may! And I know you’re a big girl, but have you had any trouble making it to the potty?” Izzy took the cup, smiling down at the wolf as she waited for a response.

 “No! I’ve been really good about using the potty and flushing and washing my hands and all of that big girl stuff!” Ruby smiled, turning in place so her skirtalls swished side to side.

 “Wonderful,” came Izzy’s remark as she strode towards the kitchen, “I’ll be right back, ladies.” Once Izzy was gone, Rox turned an accusatory eye towards her friend.

 “You haven’t left this room once,” the fox said, “There’s no chance you’ve used the toilet since you got here!” The devilish grin that spread across Ruby’s face informed Rox that the wolf was plotting something.

 “Oh? And you’re a potty-using expert are you?” the wolf teased, “I guess that’s why you’re the one in big thick diapers that you’re not allowed to take off, riiiight?” Ruby got the blush she sought from the fox, who tried to pull her t-shirt down to hide the significant padding encumbering her.

 “S-still!” Rox muttered, “You’re fibbing, and fibbing’s wrong!”

 “So?” asked the wolf, shrugging her shoulders, “Whatcha gonna do? Tattle on me, diaper butt?” Another flush of red flashed across Rox’s muzzle at the casual mention of her padding, but she stood her ground.

 “Maybe I will!” The fox huffed, crossing her arms as she pouted, waiting eagerly for Izzy’s return. Ruby just smiled.

 Izzy soon returned, sippy cups in hand. Once she had distributed the drinks, she sat down on the couch, deciding she would spend some more time with the girls. Hesitantly, Rox stood up from the cross-legged position that she had assumed, giving a glance towards the still-grinning wolf, who was able to show an impressive amount of smiling teeth, despite being in the process of downing her fresh beverage. With a look of determination, Rox strode over to the couch, climbing up on it, and whispering something softly into Izzy’s ear. The owl’s brow raised as she listened, before commenting in a soft voice.

 “Is this true, Roxanne?” Izzy asked, turning to look her partner in the eyes as the fox nodded her head, “Well then. I suppose I’ll have to check her myself. Rubella darling? Are you certain you’ve been making it to the potty?”

 “Yes aunt Izzy!” came the wolf’s cheerful reply, trying and failing to continue drinking juice while she talked, causing her to splutter slightly.

 “Would you mind standing up and showing me?” the owl asked, “Rox seems to think you may have had an accident.”

 “Nuh-uh, all dry, see?” Ruby grinned, bouncing to her feet and lifting up the hem of her skirtalls to show off her pullups. Her damp, yellowed, and drooping pullups. Rox was awash with validation as she observed, particularly enjoying how the large, pink flower that had fully covered the crotch of the thing was now only a magenta outline, having faded from its wearer saturating it with pee. The fox turned towards Izzy, a smug look on her muzzle as her partner stood up, walked a few steps, and kneeled down to more thoroughly inspect the wolf’s undergarment.

 “Hmm,” Izzy muttered, cupping the yellowed padding and allowing her fingers to dance across the plastic, gently squishing and prodding. The inspection caused Ruby to blush, the fuzz on her face growing a shade darker at the owl’s intimate touch. A rivulet of pee ran down the wolf’s leg, Izzy having squeezed perhaps a mite too hard, and it made a damp spot on the puppy pad Ruby was standing on, finally christening the otherwise pristine surface.

 “Seems perfectly dry to me,” Izzy stated, rising to her feet, “My apologies, Rubella, it would appear that the little one has made a mistake. She’s only a baby, after all.” Turning back towards the couch, Izzy’s gaze met with the incredulous look on Rox’s face.

 “B-But, but,” the wolf began, stumbling over her words in confusion, “She’s soaked! She’s leaking! She wet herself before I did, and she’s supposed to be the big girl!” Izzy tsked, ruffling Rox’s head fluff with a hand.

 “I think she might just be jealous of your pretty pullups, Rubella. Pay her no mind. Now, you girls play nice, I’ll be right here if you need anything.” And with that, Izzy shooed Rox off the couch, stretching out across it as she picked up a book from a nearby table, and flipped to her marked page. Rox was in shock as she clambered back down to the floor, a look of betrayal affixing itself on her face. What was going on? Were the other two colluding to make her look foolish? That had to be it, unless she had been drugged or something? But the fox didn’t think Izzy’s enjoyment of intoxication play extended to ‘dosing her partner unwillingly with hallucinogens’. Rox looked up from her spot on the floor, forcing herself to meet Ruby’s smug expression head on.

 “What’s wrong, puppy?” The wolf asked, feigning ignorance to Rox’s source of irritation, “Are you just jealous of my pullies? You can come take a closer look if you like! I don’t mind!” As much as the fox didn’t want to indulge Ruby’s gloating, she crawled slowly across the floor, swapping her attention to the insufficient padding drooping between the wolf’s thighs. Rox crept closer, her eyes skimming the gentle yellow-white marbling that the pullup had taken on. Moving even closer, she noted the distinct smell of urine, the scent making the fox shiver with excitement. Finally, Rox stopped, her snout millimeters away from the subtly bulging plastic.

 “Well?” Ruby asked, staring down with that grin still on her face, “Don’t you want a closer look?” And with that, the wolf took a step forward, forcing Rox’s snout in between her legs, settling her pullup on the fox’s nose like some sort of perverted treat. A surprised whine was all Rox managed before she was trapped between Ruby’s thighs, the close encounter with warm, heavily scented padding making her dizzy. A hand pressed against the back of the fox’s head encouraged her to remain in that position, not that Rox was intent on leaving. The fox closed her eyes, devoting her senses of touch and smell entirely towards enjoying the sensations Ruby was providing. The wolf’s quiet sigh didn’t register to Rox’s ears, and it wasn’t until she felt the pullup growing warmer that the fox realized what Ruby was doing.

 Rox’s eyes shot open just as the wolf’s leak guards failed, a dual-pronged stream of piss pouring down Ruby’s leg, and dribbling down the fox’s snout, dripping off her chin. The quiet pitter-patter of pee on the puppy pad covered carpet lasted only a short while, as Ruby didn’t have much to give, but that short while was enough to set Rox’s own bladder in motion.

 The fox didn’t feel herself release, as she and Izzy had discussed previously that she wouldn’t be needing bathroom control for this weekend, and as such they had taken measures to make it so, but Rox still felt the warm swelling sensation between her legs as her pastel-patterned diaper filled with fox piss. Despite having done it hundreds of times before, wetting herself still sent Rox into a tizzy, the already present arousal in her loins spiking as she unwillingly emptied her bladder. She needed to breed something now, and it seemed Ruby was in a similar situation, teasingly grinding her padding against Rox’s snout before stepping backwards and letting the fox get some air.

 “How’s that for a pullup inspection?” Ruby grinned, swaying her hips from side to side as she allowed her skirtalls to fall back down, once again covering her yellowed padding. After a moment of thought to derive a properly childish response, Rox piped up.

 “Very good,” She said, tail wagging as she stared longingly at the wolf’s skirtalls, “But I think I want a turn playing teacher.”

 “Oh yeah?” Ruby asked, smirking, “And what would you teach me, o’ great and powerful pisser of pants?”

 “Well, I suppose we’ll start at lesson one,” Rox replied, slowly climbing to her feet, “How to get a pretty girl to cum.” And with that, the fox rushed Ruby, giggling as she tackled the wolf to the floor.

Ruby’s Visit: Arrival

 Izzy hopped from foot to foot, clicking her beak as the feather duster in her hand whizzed along, ensuring that every knick-knack on every shelf was free of grime. The owl’s partner said that she worried too much about the cleanliness of their abode, but Izzy vacuumed, tidied, and scrubbed regardless, wanting the place spotless before company arrived. She knew it was only Ruby visiting, and it would be rather ironic for her to have issue with any degree of filth, but the owl found she enjoyed the rituals of cleaning, and if nothing else, preparing for visitors was an excuse to break out her favorite maid’s outfit. The owl was partway through cleaning the fridge, trying to decide whether a leftover box of takeout should be tossed, or given a name and surrendered to a shelter, when a firm WHAP landed squarely on her ass.

 “EEP! Roxanne! How many times have I told you to not sneak up on me?” Izzy whirled around, slammed the fridge door, and had to resist throwing the shrimp-stir-fry-turned-lifeform at her girlfriend, whose mischievous smile spread from ear to ear.

 “What? I didn’t do anything!” Rox blatantly lied, eyes twinkling, “Anyway birdy, has anyone ever told you that you’ve got a nice ass?” Izzy positioned her back against a counter, doing her best to restrict her partner’s access to her rear end.

 “Yes! You! Daily! Now if you don’t mind, I’ve still got a dozen chores to do before noon, so keep your grabby hands off!” Izzy made a shooing motion, and with a roll of her eyes, Rox complied.

 “How about you go and grab the puppy pads and plastic furniture liners?” Izzy suggested, “The couch is still stained from Ruby’s last visit, and I don’t want it happening again! I know you two won’t be keeping things squeaky clean.” Izzy snorted at her own understatement, turning back to the fridge.

 “And how about you blow me?” came Rox’s well-practiced response, though despite her playful rebellion, she did venture down into the basement to gather the protective measures. It was a white couch after all, and you can only claim ‘coffee stain’ so many times before people start asking questions.

 Izzy spent the next few hours cleaning, begrudgingly helped by her partner, and soon enough it came time to put the final touches on their preparation. The owl double and triple checked her chore list, even making Rox check it over once for good measure, before deeming their tasks done. With a satisfied trill, Izzy grabbed the gray fox’s hand, and without saying a word, led her down the hall to their bedroom.

 Izzy’s outfit was essentially already complete, and all the owl ended up doing was swapping her lacey panties for a floral print pullup, not that the design would be able to be appreciated underneath the heavy fabric of her maid’s uniform. Rox’s transformation, however, was a little more involved.

 “Pants off, puppy.” Izzy ordered, straightening her maid’s dress in the mirror.

 “But what if I like these pants?” Rox replied, allowing a rambunctious smile to grace her muzzle once more. In response to this seemingly minor refusal, Izzy employed what Rox had affectionately termed ‘the look’. It was the look of a parent who had lost patience with their child. The look that the immovable object gave the unstoppable force. A look of knives, ice, cold, and steel. It was a look that said ‘I’m not budging, so either cooperate, or be prepared for the consequences of your actions’. Rox’s eyes widened as she realized that she was no longer dealing with someone that would participate in a playful give-and-take, but rather a force of nature that was determined to shape things as it saw fit. Rox took off her pants.

 Izzy’s warm smile returned, but her eyes retained an essence of no-nonsense as she motioned to the bed, prompting the fox to lay down. This was a position Rox had been in more times than she could count, and while she stared at the ceiling, her body moved automatically, hips lifting from the comforter as Izzy worked the fox’s panties off, leaving Rox laying there in just a t-shirt. Tossing the crumpled garment aside, the owl closed in, holding open her girlfriend’s thighs, and pressing her beak between them.

 Roxanne’s scent was heavenly to Izzy, and if not for the time crunch, the bird was fairly certain she could have stayed there all day, breathing in the mix of musk, sweat, and warm, wet fox cunt. Sadly, all the owl felt she could get away with was a quick nuzzle, teasing Rox’s slit with her beak before standing up, being rewarded with a hum of appreciation from the wolf.

 “You’re going to be a good puppy for me, isn’t that right Roxanne?” Izzy asked, opening a dresser drawer and producing a cloth-backed diaper patterned with pastel animals.

 “Y-Yes.” Came Rox’s reply, the girl having to fight past the fluttering in her chest to get the word out. At the fox’s utterance, Izzy froze, halfway through fluffing the diaper she held.

 “Pardon me, young lady?” asked the owl, as if Rox were a child who had been caught cussing.

 “Y-yes I’m going to be a good puppy, Miss!” came the fox’s reply, her tail swish, swish, swishing across the bedsheets.

 “Better.” With a curt nod, Izzy resumed diapering her partner, sliding the padding beneath Rox’s rump, and readjusting to ensure it would properly fit, “Now I want you to be civil while Rubella is here. She might still have accidents, but you’re the one in diapers, so I’m sure there will be no confusion as to who is the ‘bigger girl’” Izzy looked up from rubbing powder into the fox’s groin, clearly waiting for a response.

 “Y-yes Miss, of course Miss.” Rox complied, earning a finger slipped briefly into her sex, which drew a whimper from the fox.

 “You are to share your toys, not fight, and not complain if I decide it’s time for a diaper change. Am I understood?” Izzy’s question came just as she secured the fourth tape on Rox’s diaper, but the owl kept a palm firmly planted on the front panel of the fox’s padding, not yet allowing her to rise.

 “Yes Miss, you are understood” came Rox’s reply. And just like that, she was dressed, ready for their guest’s arrival.

 “Good, now go wait by the door, and let Rubella in when she knocks.” Izzy instructed, pulling Rox to her feet and exchanging a gentle kiss with the fox before pirouetting her to face the door.

 “Oh, and this is for earlier!” Izzy teased, planting a firm SMACK on Rox’s ass, and causing powder to puff out of the fox’s waistband in a small cloud. Rox stumbled towards the door with a surprised ‘YIP’ as her partner’s hand impacted, and the fox quickly turned back around, sticking her tongue out at her girlfriend before dashing down the hall towards the front door.

 While Rox was on door duty, Izzy prepped lunch. Crustless turkey and american cheese sandwich quarters were placed on colorful sectioned plates, along with apple slices, ants on a log (celery sticks spread with peanut butter and topped with raisins), and chocolate chip cookies. The owl had just finished constructing her own, much more ‘adult’ sandwich when the doorbell rang.

 “I got it!” Came Rox’s shout, and Izzy stepped out of the kitchen as the fox pulled open the door, revealing their guest.

 Standing on the porch was Ruby, a pink and white patterned wolf who was smiling so hard that it made her squint. As Izzy was behind Rox, she had time to process Ruby’s magenta skirtalls, pink bone-patterned top, and chunky shoes, unlike the fox, who was promptly tackled. 

 “Roxyyyyyyyyy!” Ruby squealed, “Hi hi hello hi hello! It’s been literally FOREVER since I seen you!”.

 “Ack! Ough! Rabid dog! Izzy, help!” Came Rox’s playful cries, and the two grappled on the floor for a handful of moments before Ruby managed to straddle the fox, pinning her under her hips. The wolf’s tail was a blur as she wagged with joy, and both girls were beaming.

 “I love love LOVE youuu!” Ruby yapped, “It’s been so long, and we’re gonna have so much fun! I brought dolls, and nail polish, and gameDodecahedron cartridges, and ALL SORTS!”

 “Just mind you don’t get polish on any of the furniture.” Izzy warned, smiling warmly down at the wolf. Ruby turned with a look of surprise, as if she hadn’t realized Izzy was there, before jumping to her feet in a flash, becoming a pastel blur as she dashed towards her other host.

 “Hiya aunt Isabel!” the wolf shouted, colliding with Izzy with enough force to make the owl stagger slightly, “It’s so good to see you too! You can play games with me and Rox, and I know you cook really yummy food, and you can change Rox when she gets smelly, and we’re gonna have a really fun time!”

 “Now Rubella, be nice to Roxanne. Just because she’s not toilet trained doesn’t give you a right to make fun,” Izzy chastised, placing a hand on Ruby’s head and ruffling the pup’s fur, “But it’s nice to see you too. Are you hungry? You and Roxanne can head into the den, and I’ll bring you lunch.”

 “Thanks aunt Izzy! I’m starved! Come on Roxy, we’ve got cartoons to watch!” And just like that, the girls were gone, Ruby having grabbed Rox’s hand and tugged her towards the den, the fox yipping in surprise as she was dragged along.

 The afternoon passed quickly, the girls picking at their lunches as they explained the plot of the cartoon they were watching, ‘Our Massive Draft Horse’. Izzy knew the show front to back, she was the one who had introduced Rox to it in the first place, after all, but it was somewhat entertaining to have someone ramble at her, trying to describe major plot points while inhaling sandwich quarters and draining cups of apple juice. Ruby was certainly the more talkative of the two, though the pup didn’t seem to mind her friend taking a back seat during the conversation.

Rox sat politely, cross-legged on the puppy pad covered carpet, using her food to keep her hands busy while her canine companion jabbered on about the characters ‘Monochrome Stroll’ and ‘Dawn Tarnish’. The fox was having some element of difficulty reaching a point of full immersion, parts of her mind screaming at her that she was doing something wrong, or that she needed to keep her guard up. Rox had only ever achieved true ‘little space’, ‘middle space’, or whatever you want to call the state where you are once again able to legitimately feel childlike wonder, a handful of times, and she still very much had difficulty tapping into that element of herself. She was used to being a crass, bratty 20-something, because that’s what she was every day, but to regress her mind to the point where she could once again feel youthful joy spreading through her breast… It was simply hard. Rox wished she could turn it on, flip a switch and start seeing the world through different eyes, but the only times previously that she had reached that childlike mindset, she had been significantly inebriated, either due to alcohol, lack of sleep, or the effects of a medication. 

This wish was one of the reasons for Ruby’s visit, as Rox admired the wolf’s ability to go from ‘buttoned up real estate agent’ to ‘bubbly, bouncy kindergartener’ within a matter of moments, and Ruby had promised to lend what wisdom she could to the fox’s cause. The two had met at a gathering of like-minded folk, organized by a mutual friend, and had meshed nearly seamlessly. After a few months of talking, Rox put together a dinner so that she could introduce Izzy to the wolf, and nearly a year after that, the three had had almost a dozen get-togethers, ranging a spectrum of activities from public outings to sleepovers.

Rox sat, watching Ruby’s animated explanation of the various rules present in the OMDH universe, and admiring the genuine lack of care in the wolf’s mannerisms. She didn’t seem to mind that she had peanut butter smeared across one cheek, and indeed, she looked to be enjoying the challenge of trying to lick it all off. She made no effort to cover herself when a particularly exaggerated movement flashed glimpses of her pullups to both Izzy and Rox. She was, as far as Rox could tell, completely engaged in her storytelling, nothing mattering more than getting her point across that ‘Pear Knob’ was the most interesting of the ‘Draft Half-Dozen’. She yapped and gestured for several more minutes before pausing and turning towards Rox.

“Hey Roxyyy?” The pup pleaded, eyes suddenly the size of saucers, “Are you gonna finish that peanut butter ant stiiiiick? And if not can I have it pretty pleeeeease?” Rox had to shake herself from the trance she had fallen into while watching Ruby’s display before forming an answer.

“Uh- yeah, go for it.” Rox responded, pushing her plate across the carpet towards Ruby, who tilted her head questioningly as she picked up her prize.

“What’s wrong, Rox fox?” The wolf asked, shoving the whole piece of celery into her mouth at once, “Is your head full of rocks? Do you need a change of socks? Do you not like how chickens bawk-bawk-bawks?” Ruby grinned, teeth full of peanut butter as she continued rhyming, “Rox fox Rox fox, what’s wrong Rox fox? Did you lose your favorite box? Full of clocks that go tick-tocks? Tell me what’s wrong Rox fox!” The wolf flopped over, rolling onto her stomach and kicking her feet in the air as she looked expectantly up at her friend.

“I don’t know, really. I guess I’m just not feeling super… fun?” Rox shrugged, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Ohhh, is that all?” Ruby asked, as if the problem Rox had voiced was as simple as being thirsty, or some other easily remedied plight, “I can teach you if you like! Teacher-toddler Ruby will help you out alright!” The wolf scrambled to her feet, holding a hand out towards Rox, ever-present grin as infectious as always. The fox smiled weakly back, taking Ruby’s hand and letting the girl help her to her feet.