Log inRuby’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.
