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.