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And a rumbly tummy can lead to a full diaper.

And a full diaper can lead to a mysterious stranger volunteering himself to change it in a secluded place...", "writing": "You May Meet A Stranger At The Fair\na Melanie Hartwood tale\nby Alex Reynard\n\n***\n\nWinter had come and gone without much snow. Sure there were a few prized afternoons where enough white accumulated for the neighborhood kids to make a snowman with, or run around pelting their pals with frozen missiles. But for the most part the season was frustration-free for drivers and disappointing for cubs looking to make some money shoveling sidewalks. Spring had barged its way in with impatience. And this led to the city planners' decision to schedule the annual Spring Bloom carnival a month early. And when the weekend of the event rolled around, the weather was happy to cooperate.\n\nIt was March 28th and young Melanie Hartwood was enraptured by the sounds and smells of the fair for the second day in a row. Yesterday the little vixen had gone with Daddy and Aaron and Sasha and Sasha's Mommy and Daddy and had stayed all afternoon into the evening. It had been an absolute blast! Her wheelchair had been hardly an impediment, as either Aaron or Daddy was always there to lift her up and into the rides. Drawing on her skill with her racing chair, she'd wreaked absolute havoc at the bumper cars, slamming her bunny boyfriend nineteen times total (then making up for it with some extra cuddles on the ferris wheel). She hadn't done very well at any of the midway games, but Sasha did well enough in the ring toss to win a plastic kaleidoscope. The proud lizardette said she'd developed 'baby brother reflexes'. Melanie imagined her having to dodge blocks and handfuls of baby food. Even with all the excitement of the games, rides, performers and eats, one of Melanie's favorite moments had simply been when Daddy hefted her up onto his shoulders for a piggyback ride. For once, she got to be taller than everyone else. It felt like she was up almost as high as the ferris wheel. Her wagging tail had probably messed up the hairdos of several people walking behind her.\n\nAnd the capper on such a perfect day was that she came home dry! She hadn't needed to change her diaper all afternoon! Daddy and her friends congratulated her on this. With all the jostling on the rides, she'd thought it was a safe prediction she'd end up soaked.\n\nShe'd had so much fun at the fair in fact, the next morning she'd begged Daddy to let her come back for a second helping. He'd said sadly that he had to pick up supplies at the home improvement store so he couldn't spare the time. Disappointment made the young fox pout. But then an impossibly bold idea struck her. \"Could I just... go by myself?\"\n\nShe'd watched a momentary protective impulse of 'HELL NO!' flash by in Daddy's expression, until he calmed himself and gave it some thought. He mulled it over. Melanie fidgeted in anticipation. Daddy asked if she had enough money. She said she had plenty of allowance. He asked how she'd get downtown. She said she remembered the bus schedules just fine from when they'd go together. He asked if she had extra pullups if case of an accident. No, she corrected. Even though the lighter padding was fine for school, now that her incontinence was doing better, she still thought a full diaper was a safer bet for the excitement and jostling of a carnival. Daddy nodded, impressed by her forethought. Lastly, he asked if she'd have any appetite for dinner after all that fair food. \"Probably not,\" she conceded with a lick of her lips. It was this little bit of honesty that finally convinced him. His daughter was no fragile flower, and he remembered being young and the thrill of being allowed his own independence.\"Okay, dandelion, you can go.\" Melanie had shrieked in happiness and hugged him so hard she spilled cereal in his lap.\n\nThe nice bus driver bear had recognized her and asked 'Where's your dad?' Melanie said with pride she was by herself. The mechanical chair lift seemed to take even longer than usual, but then she was paying her fare just like a grownup, taking her seat, belting herself down, and off they sailed. \n\nAfter a fidgety ride, she was finally watching the bus drive away, leaving her by herself on the corner. She felt like an astronaut on a spacewalk, untethered from her ship. Nervousness and joy burst into blossom in her heart. She was HERE! Just her and her wheelchair! She had the whole Spring Bloom all to herself! The earsplitting boom of the carnival's music and screams was exciting enough, but added to it was the trembling liberation of being all on her own. Sure, she played outside all the time. Sure, she'd gone across town to visit her friends' houses plenty. But this was somehow a world apart. There was no adult supervision this time. Not even any accompanying friends. Some part of her couldn't believe she'd really asked to go, and had actually been hoping Daddy would deny her permission. But now that fear was moot. The wheels had already been set in motion.\n\nFood was her number one priority. At the center of the fair yesterday had been a huge wagon train of food trucks, all wafting out mouth-watering smells. There had been so many choices, Melanie had gotten overwhelmed and just defaulted to a cheeseburger and fries. She'd regretted the decision immediately (even though the burger was quite good, if drippy). 'Today is for being bold!' she told herself. She was gonna try all the things she'd wanted to eat the day before and make a total swine of herself. She giggled, imagining herself with a pink piggy snout and a curly tail.\n\nThe colors surrounding her were like looking through Sasha's kaleidoscope. Curly-lettered midway signs, screaming sideshow posters, juggling rainbow clowns. The rollercoaster, the ferris wheel and the elevator drop on the other side of the grounds all rose up towards the sky like giant steel dragons. Even just the multicolored outfits of the crowd were exciting. Lots of short sleeves today, even some ladies in just tube tops and sports bras. Melanie admired that they were being bold too. And like yesterday, everyone was pretty good about giving her room to maneuver. There were lots of backs to crane her neck around, like always, and plenty of elbow bumping, but for the most part people were polite and let her scoot where she pleased. Although she'd nearly done a nosedive when a stampede of toddlers holding giant cotton candy cones had all run right in front of her and she'd had to screech her wheels to a stop with her paws.\n\nMelanie passed through the vendors' alley, going slow so she could look at all the folk art and handcrafts. Pretty necklaces, goofy animal garden sculptures, miniature standees of comic book characters. Neat stuff. All the price tags made her 'yikes' though. The petite blonde pup puttered on through. Soon the smells of food wagons hit her pointy vixen nose. 'Ohhh, I'm gonna get so fat!' she thought with a grin. 'Maybe I can just roll home without my chair. ' She snickered.\n\nFood was calling, but she couldn't resist one pit stop first. Yesterday she hadn't had time to get her face painted, but today she had all afternoon! She waited patiently in line, looking at all the designs on the display board. Two otter brothers before her both got half-skulls, each mirroring the other. A teenage llama girl got butterfly wings. When it was Melanie's turn, she stuttered a bit before finally deciding against the bunny on her cheek. (She could tell Aaron later she'd gotten that one instead!) Melanie sat still and closed her eyes while the matronly bat danced her magic paintbrush all around Melanie's face. The lady's soothing voice, the soft brush, the watery smell of the paint... It was all tremendously relaxing. Melanie felt pleasurable tingles around the back of her head. She didn't want this to end! But eventually the bat said she was done and Melanie's bubble of calmness popped. There wasn't time to be disappointed though, because one look in the mirror and her tail was wagging. She now had a gold-trimmed green-and-purple-checkered harlequin mask around her eyes. So gorgeous! She'd fit right in at Mardi Gras! Melanie gave the bat lady a hug in thanks (careful to angle her face away from smearing) and paid with a tip for such a lovely experience.\n\nNow it was time to chow down! Part of why Melanie had decided on a half-mask was that it wasn't a design that would get ruined by eating. And Melanie planned to [b]EAT AS MUCH AS SHE WANTED[/b] today. Grinning hugely, she zoomed towards the snack wagons.\n\nWhile other kids rode up and down and all around until they barfed, Melanie waited in a half dozen lines for over an hour. It would be worth it though, she knew. 'And this would be so much worse if I had to stand up the whole time!' she thought. The aromas from each purchase her mouth water more and more. Everything was expensive, but Daddy gave her a good wage for her chores. She didn't think about the money. This would be an [i]experience[/i]. She'd heard once that those were worth more than anything else money could buy. Just before paying the humongous broad-shouldered coyote at the enchilada truck, it occurred to her that it might have been a not-so-smart move to eat so much before going on rides. 'Hmm. Well... I did enough rides yesterday, right? Maybe I'll just wander around and look at stuff.' She giggled. 'I'll be so full, they'll need a forklift to get me on anything anyway!'\n\nFinally the waiting was done. Balancing all of her various trays and plates, Melanie maneuvered carefully to the herd of wooden picnic tables. Most of the seats were taken, but one advantage of a wheelchair was that she never needed a seat: she just parked herself at the end of a table and scooted in. She found a spot opposite from where a possum family was pigging out. All of them were almost exactly the same amount of overweight, she noticed. The mom's bikini top looked like it was about to snap and go flying. Melanie hid an evil chuckle behind a sneeze.\n\nThe young gourmet spread her feast out before her: Two battered catfish fillets with hot sauce. One alligator kebab with roasted peppers. One bottle of Mexican honeyed rice drink. A small basket of deep-fried pickles. A fudge-dipped shortbread cookie. And an elephant ear with cinnamon sugar and strawberries. 'Some carnival food is too classic to pass up,' she acknowledged.\n\nFirst was the sip of Horchata. \"Ooh!\" Subtly sweet and cinnamon-y. Yum! Next a pickle. Texture was a bit weird, and it was sour enough to make her head spin, but she thought she could get used to these real quick. She'd save the cookie for last, but took a nibble of the elephant ear next. She smiled. Crackly; doughy; classic. Warily she eyed the catfish and alligator. They'd smelled amazing, but now she was having second thoughts about putting a whiskered fish or a giant lizard in her mouth. Then decisively, she swept her hesitation away. 'No! Today's for being bold!' She picked up the catfish, dunked it in the hot sauce and took a bite. WOO-WEE! Fiery enough to blast her ears off! She could feel her whiskers standing straight up! It was definitely flavorful though. A second bite without the sauce was much more pleasant. There was a gritty, savory quality she'd never tasted in fish before. 'Now for a bite of gator.' It was as tough as leather! After gnawing a chunk away, she was surprised that it tasted almost exactly like white meat chicken. But really dense. She imagined a chicken working out and getting huge muscles. She snerked and sipped more rice drink.\n\nShe'd glorped too much of the syrupy strawberries on her elephant ear and had to scrape some off, and its sheer size was clearly going to defeat her. She decided to save the remaining half for later, and instead reserved the last bit of room in her belly for the cookie. It was an absolutely luscious finisher. The dark fudge and light shortbread danced around one another rather than blending into a single taste.\n\nAll in all it was a fantastic meal. Some of it was more [i]interesting[/i] than good, but she didn't regret a bit of it. She thought she might ask Daddy if he could cook up some catfish for dinner sometime. And she'd be sure to tell Sasha tomorrow that now she knew what reptiles tasted like. So her lizard pal had better watch out! 'Knowing her, she'd probably offer up her brother for me to munch on instead!' she giggled.\n\nMelanie clapped her paws to her muzzle to muffle a tremendous belcheroo. She glanced around but no one had heard it. And she winced because it tasted like chocolate, fish and pickles all at once. She stuck out her tongue. 'I hope I don't throw up for real!' she worried. Not only would that be super-gross, but she'd have wasted all her money. 'Maybe I'll just sit here for a while and let this junk digest.' Patting her tummy felt like poking an active volcano, so a time-out was very likely a good idea.\n\nShe leaned back in her chair, letting out a 'good food' sigh. She felt like a packed suitcase. 'I guess Daddy can heat up a can of soup or something for himself tonight, because there is no way I'll want any dinner after this.' She was not normally an overeater. Sometimes even picky. But on certain occasions it was tradition. Thanksgiving. Christmas dinner. A carnival.\n\nShe smiled warmly. 'Maybe I'll bring back Daddy a souvenir for letting me come.' He'd been noticeably more willing lately to let her explore grownup things, and a warm flush came to her cheeks as she realized why that might be. It had started around the time they had first yiffed.\n\nMelanie had known since she was much younger that it was terribly naughty for cubs to have a crush on their Daddies. But Melanie's father was not only caring, kind and fun, he was extra, extra handsome. Strong enough to lift her up with one hand. When he'd come home from work he was sometimes embarrassed to be all dirty 'n sweaty, and Melanie sometimes teasingly asked him if he worked on a pig farm. But the truth was, seeing him like that sent a thrill through her all the way from her heart to her cunny. His musky fox odor was comforting in the way a well-worn blanket was.\n\nMelanie had discovered the power and joy of physical closeness the year before when her wonderful teacher, Mr. Van, had awakened new, irresistible feelings in her. Despite how completely, ridiculously, impossibly wrong it was, she had exposed her heart to him. And more than that. They had touched many, many times since then. She'd yiffed the daylights out of Aaron too. Even had some intimate moments with Sasha. Her love was so big, she wanted to share herself with all of them, and them with her. Sometimes she wished she could yiff all her classmates, and her physical therapist, and all of Daddy's co-workers, and just everyone in the whole wide world!\n\n(That thought reminded her of a particularly fond memory. She'd gone over to Mr. Van's house together with Aaron twice during the chilly winter. They had all shared the grownup wolf's huge bed. Magically warm! And so naughty to be sandwiched between two hot guys in just her nighttime pullup. She loved how big her bunnybeau's eyes got when he watched their handsome teacher kissing his girlfriend. Melanie had even gotten the two of them to kiss once! The boys blushed and acted all embarrassed afterwards, but Melanie still pawed off to the image at least once a week.)\n\nSo many lovers, but she had to hide it all from Daddy. Had to keep her lusty heartbeat quiet when he was around. Had to not breathe too fast when he hugged or kissed her.\n\nLast January, she couldn't take it anymore.\n\nShe planned everything out very carefully. One night when the temperature was supposed to plunge to the bottom of the thermometer, she suggested they get a bunch of blankets and wrap themselves up on the couch together. Watch a movie as a daddy-daughter burrito. He said that sounded perfect. They looked through their DVD shelf and nothing seemed thrilling, but after checking the TV listings they found a sci-fi flick they were both interested in. Melanie barely remembered the movie itself. Her attention was elsewhere the entire time.\n\nDaddy stretched himself out on the couch, and then she'd spooned up to him, back to front. He bundled them up in the blankets til she felt like a happy little flower under a sunlamp. As the movie began, only their clothes separated them. Melanie wiggled strategically, just a bit at a time. Just enough to get her blouse and Daddy's sweater to ride up so their fur would touch. She could feel his every breath press against her back. Her pussy felt like it was pounding in time with her heartbeat.\n\nThe movie continued, and Melanie continued ignoring it. She lifted her tail and squirmed it around beneath the blanket so it poked up. She let Daddy use it for a pillow. They'd often share their tails like this and she knew he liked it. But more importantly, it meant her padded tush and his jeans-clad crotch were next-door neighbors now.\n\nSlowly, so he wouldn't notice it at first, she began to 'accidentally' brush her bottom against his package.\n\nHer heart was thundering. Terrified he might toss the blankets off and call her a bad girl and demand she go to her room. But he didn't. Glancing at his reflection whenever the TV went dark for a moment, she saw that he looked conflicted. Holding back. Like trying to stifle a sneeze. 'He likes it. But he won't say anything because he wouldn't want to weird me out. He doesn't know I'm doing it on purpose.' After several more 'accidental' nudges, she held her breath and just pushed back against him. Not too hard. But even through her pullup she could definitely feel his cock as hard as timber. She slotted it right between her buttcheeks like a puzzle piece.\n\nShe felt him twitch all over. But he didn't make a move to push her away. When she saw another reflection, he looked utterly terrified.\n\n'Oh, Daddy! Don't worry! You're not doing anything bad. I am,' she thought devilishly. In the sauna-warmth of their blanket fort, she backed up even more, crushing herself against his unmistakable erection. 'He's probably really glad for his pants zipper right now.' She could hear the tiny crinkle from the plastic around her waist. It wasn't time yet to engage Phase 2. For now she just kept up a steady pressure. Holding Daddy's bulge with her butt like a hotdog in a bun. Letting him enjoy it. A comfy cushion.\n\nAbout twenty minutes passed. Enough time for him to relax some, to think that it was just by chance. It meant nothing. 'Phase 2 deploying,' Melanie decided. She'd been holding it back for a while now until the time was right. With her unreliable plumbing that took some real effort (and luck). Now, she released. Even with the movie blaring, they could both hear the tiny, tiny trickling sound as it began. Melanie shivered blissfully. She let her pee flow. Hot and wet. Splashing in her pullup. Very naughty. Once again she was glad to see that Daddy didn't jump up, fling the covers off and rush her to the bathroom. He acted like nothing had changed. He stared straight ahead at the TV. Melanie giggled silently. 'Sorry to torture you, Daddy, but I have to get you so horny you'll agree to my eeeevil plan!' She realized that, years ago, when Daddy had stopped changing her diapers for her, it wasn't just because she was growing up and could do it for herself. He stopped because it was improper for a Daddy to be so close to his young daughter's...parts. Melanie thought back to the few magical times when she'd been in the shower and he'd come in to pee. Her wishing he'd pull the curtain aside and direct his honey-colored stream right at her fur. If she was aroused by the thought of his pee, then maybe he would like hers as well. 'Mr. Van sure does!'\n\nWhen the movie was over, Melanie yawned. She stretched, making sure to brush her bountiful buttery hair all in Daddy's face. \"Looks like I'm wet. I hadn't noticed,\" she lied blatantly. \"Do you think you could change me, Daddy?\"\n\nThis was the moment. Would he refuse? Tell her she was being a baby for asking? Or worse, guess what she was up to and scold her for trying to tempt him? Maybe ship her off to Bible camp?\n\nDaddy hesitated for quite a long time. She heard his mouth open and close; his breathing quicken. \"Um... Sure, Buttercup. Yeah, I can do that if you're too tired. That's fine.\"\n\nMelanie's heart soared! She and Daddy needed a few moments to get untangled from the blankets before they could get up, but after the great escape, he lifted her into his strong foxy clutch and carried her to her bedroom.\n\nThere was a plastic sheet she used just for light nighttime changes. As Daddy set her down on it, Melanie noticed the outline of his cock straining like a caged bull against his denim. 'Good! Maybe I'll even get to see it!' Moving very cautiously, almost dazedly, Daddy pulled down her pants. The smell of foxpee hit their noses. Melanie kept very still. She gazed up at him expectantly. Daddy gulped and opened her diaper. He looked for just a second at her fuzzy wet cunny, then shut his eyes tight and looked away. Melanie was having none of that. Steadying her nerve, she suddenly sat up and swiftly touched her muzzle to his in a sweet kiss.\n\nHe pulled away, shocked, and stumbled on the carpet. Melanie had to grab his paw in both of hers to steady him. \"Melanie! What are y-\"\n\nLocking eyes with him, she said very clearly, \"I meant to do every bit of it, Daddy.\"\n\nHe froze, staring at her.\n\nShe went on. \"Rubbing up against you. Getting you hard. Even peeing. I wanted to make you feel so good you'd burst.\" She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it gently, almost reverently. \"Because I love you, Daddy.\"\n\nHe swallowed, hard. \"W-we can't...\"\n\n\"Why not?\" she asked pointedly. She directed her attention down to his crotch. \"You want to.\"\n\nRandall Hartwood backed up with clumsy steps. \"I d-d-don't-!\"\n\nBut Melanie corrected him. \"You do. I do too. You're the greatest Daddy in the world. I've always loved you. And you've made my heart flutter for a long, long time. Let's stop pretending, okay?\"\n\nHe stared at her like a man holding himself back from changing into a monster under the full moon.\n\nShe gave him her most pixyish smile. \"Don't you want to change my pretty white diaper, Daddy?\"\n\n\"Oh Jesus CHRIST,\" he bellowed, and dove at her. The bed creaked from the impact. Daddy clutched her tight in his arms. Melanie swooned. The diaper got bunched up between the two of them. He kissed her all over her face, ears and hair. Savagely. He was like a werewolf, she thought, and her excitement rose so pitched she thought her heart might burst.\n\nIn between his feral kisses he mumbled half-formed sentences. \"...we can't... we shouldn't... I love you too much... my sweet girl... I'd never hurt you...\"\n\n\"You won't,\" she whispered to him. \"I know you won't. I want this.\"\n\nHe looked at her with tears in his eyes, his emotions tearing him apart down the middle.\n\nTrembling, she leaned in to lick his nosepad. \"We need rules, I know. And we can talk about it at breakfast tomorrow. I've thought this all out. And we won't do anything to hurt each other. Not ever. We can talk about it tomorrow. But right now, I want us to just do whatever we want.\"\n\nHe was breathing so hard his entire chest heaved in and out like a piston. There was hesitation. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind. His face reflected a thousand emotions. He shut his eyes for a moment. Very quietly he said, \"You [i]have[/i] thought this all out, haven't you? Because you're my little indestructible bulldozer, and you always get what you set your mind on. You've really, really been wanting this for years, haven't you?\"\n\nShe nuzzled his cheek. \"Absolutely.\"\n\nHe cupped the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. He mumbled something that it took her a few seconds to realize was, 'I'm gonna get dragged to Hell for this, aren't I?'\n\n\"No you won't, Daddy,\" Melanie breathed. \"We'll go to Heaven together. I love you. I promise I do.\"\n\nWith a sigh, he gave in. She felt it. All the tension in his limbs relaxed like melting butter. \"And I promise you too. I love you. I promise, my angel.\"\n\n\"Oh, Daddy!\"\n\nMelanie's little bed could barely withstand the events that happened next.\n\nHeck, Melanie could barely remember them. Over the night, she and Daddy had regressed to nonevs. Barking. Biting. Tails whipping back and forth. Somehow they'd gotten all their clothes off. Daddy had plunged his muzzle into her soaked little pussy and devoured it. Melanie almost broke all the windows with her shriek. She nearly clawed his pants to ribbons getting his zipper down, and when his cock popped out it slapped her right across the nose. He was mortified and was about to apologize, when her kisses all along its length shut him right the fuck up. There was no actual penetration that night; Daddy knew that would be going too far. But there was a heck of a lot of touching, grabbing, kissing, sucking, rubbing, sniffing, nibbling and throaty, breathless 'I love you's.\n\nDaddy nearly had a heart attack when he woke up the next morning and realized he was in her bed.\n\nHe somehow vaulted backwards out of it and thudded on the floor, making the whole room shake and the lamp fall over. Melanie was instantly awake after a noise like that. And, seeing her father's mounting panic, she crawled her way out of the bed over to him as fast as she could with her lazy ol' legs. She patted his cheeks and told him over and over that he hadn't hurt her. Not one bit. That she loved him forever, to the moon and back. That last night had been wonderful. That she wanted so many more nights like that. She touched his chest and could feel his heart slamming against her palm. She continued to talk low and reassuring, giving him little kisses on his lips whenever he tried to contradict her.\n\nEventually they got up, and got dressed, and they went together to the breakfast table. Their cereal got cold and mushy that morning, but they talked for almost four straight hours. Needless to say, Daddy faked a cough and called in sick that day.\n\nHe'd been pretty shy for several weeks afterwards. So she did her best to be patient. Gently coaxing him and teasing him, reassuring him as much as he needed that she was really, seriously okay with this. He'd been worried their relationship would change to something unrecognizable. She said she didn't see why that should be. Remembering the ground rules that Mr. Van had set with her, she told him they could promise to never use this against one another as punishment. She'd never threaten 'no more yiffy stuff' if he grounded her, and he'd never do the same. \"Of course,\" he instantly agreed. Then, stammering a bit, he introduced her to the concept of safewords. She thought it sounded like a very useful idea, and asked if he'd come up with it himself. Daddy laughed, shook his head, and mentioned vaguely that he and Mom had been rather 'active' before they made Melanie. She leaned forward and pressed him for details, imaging her parents doing all sorts of kinky fun things. That was a bit too much for him though.\n\n\"Maybe when you're a lot older,\" he'd said.\n\n\"Or maybe after we've already done the same stuff together?\" she teased. If he'd been eating his cereal he would have shot it out his nose.\n\nOf course, when she began to tell him details about how she'd come to her decision, she had to pull him back to the table to stop him from driving across town to castrate Mr. VanKressler with a jackhammer. Given that Melanie had been the one to seduce [i]him[/i], he eventually conceded that maybe she'd done the same with her teacher. Randall had to admit, there was always love in her voice when she talked about her teacher. And sincere caring in his as well; it was impossible to think of him as some soulless corrupter. And, Melanie scooted closer to rub on his boner while asking, wasn't it really hot to imagine the tall, dark wolf doing [i]lewd things[/i] to his sweet little daughter? Daddy bit his lip. In her sweetest voice she recounted some of those lewd things. In great detail. All the while her paw moved steadily up and down Daddy's groin, until he shuddered all over and she felt something sticky leaking through the fabric. Melanie vividly remembered him clutching at his hair, moaning, \"Holy hell, dumpling, how the fuck did you get so GOOD at this!?\"\n\nHe'd really blown his top when she told him about Aaron and Sasha. She even told him about some of her crazy wet dreams. Like being ravaged by her wheelchair and eaten by her diaper. And her insane day at school where he'd screwed her in front of the whole class and Mr. Van had used the magic showerhead to give her a mermaid tail. Daddy had to ask how in the world such ideas got into a grade-schooler's head. \"Some from Aaron. Mostly from the internet,\" she admitted.\n\nThis did not surprise him. \"I should throw that computer out the window.\"\n\nShe tickled his chin with her tail. \"But it's so useful for my making-Daddy-horny ideas!\"\n\nBack in the present, Melanie reflected on the similarities between the satisfying after-feeling of a delicious meal, and the similar feeling after a good cuddle. Her home life wasn't a whirlwind of mad fucking now, but that was okay. She didn't need it to be. It was bliss just having her and Daddy's desires out in the open. There were a lot more small signals of affection between them now. Nibble kisses. Tail-brushing. Backrubs. And he admitted that, yes, it did drive him wild to change her pretty white diapers.\n\n(Aaron would do so too if necessity called, Sasha didn't mind at all, and of course Mr. Van loved to. Between the four of them, Melanie had once gone a whole week without changing her own!)\n\nThe thought of diapers reminded Melanie that her innards had been making an awful lot of noise recently. Her festival of flavors was now a sludgey soup in her tummy. And as sometimes happened after a particularly big meal, the incoming stuff was putting pressure on the outgoing stuff. Melanie groaned as she sat up. She definitely had to unload some cargo. While she'd been reminiscing, she'd been idly picking at her elephant ear, and was surprised to find she'd reduced the remaining portion by half. Even as full as she still felt, she kinda wanted to finish it off. But a gurgling from her lower regions told her that defecation would have to come first.\n\nShe looked all around for toilets. On the far edge of the food court there were porta-potties, but the line for them was ridiculous. The powder-blue butt-booths were probably horrendous inside anyway. Melanie had always harbored a phobia of [i]falling into[/i] that obscene blue slime at the bottom. Yee-echhh!! 'Although, what other choice do I have?' She reached down to her wheels to unlatch the brakes. She looked at the line again, dreading it. 'What if I don't make it? What if I sit and wait and wait and wait over there and just end up pooping myself anyway?'\n\n'You can do that right now if you want,' another part of her said.\n\nAll her thoughts ground to a screeching halt.\n\nOh geez, she could. She could. She was wearing a diaper after all. It was definitely an option.\n\n'But that's gross!' she protested. 'And it wouldn't be an accident. I know I've got time to get to the potties, and the line wouldn't be THAT long. Look, I can see it moving already.'\n\nBesides, only bad little foxes pooped in their diapers.\n\nHer cheeks flushed. 'Stop that, Me.' She had spent her whole childhood being called names and laughed at for her incontinence, and she hated it. But now that she was away from her bullies, she'd found that being teased could be fun, if it was meant playfully and came from someone she trusted. Even embarrassment could feel nice sometimes. The thought of letting go in her diapers right here and now was [i]definitely[/i] embarrassing.\n\n'But there's so many people around! Look at them!' Actually, none of them really seemed to be paying attention to her. Everyone else had food to concentrate on, or carnival activities to plan. 'B-but it'll stink,' she argued. It certainly would. But there were so many other smells at the carnival, maybe no one would notice.\n\nShe grunted as her guts rolled over. They were about to make the decision for her if she waffled much longer.\n\nMelanie looked again at the porta-potty line. She thought about that nasty blue water. She looked down at the remaining quarter of elephant ear on her paper plate. Cinnamon-sugar sprinkled all around it. Gooey strawberries. 'I'd have to toss that out if I went to the potties. Someone else would anyway if I left it here. And I'm [i]not[/i] gonna take it in there with me to get all contaminated.'\n\nMelanie was quivering. 'Oh crap, am I really gonna do this?' Her bowels rumbled again.\n\n'I could. I could just sit here and relax, and... And poop. Do a number two. Right here in my diaper like a little baby.' She blushed. 'Like a dirty little babyvix. A big stinky poopy. That's bad. Only bad girls poop in their diapers.'\n\nHer cunny was being a complete traitor by getting all tingly at these thoughts.\n\n'Bad stinky girl,' she thought to herself. 'Oh I'm so bad. Daddy should spank me for even thinking about it. Maybe he will. Maybe he won't even wait to change me. Maybe he'll just flip me over and spank me right on my bad little messy hiney.' A shiver ran through her. 'Oh jeez!' There was no resisting the impulse now. The turd train was comin' down the tracks. 'I guess I could pretend it's an accident,' she thought. But she knew that was a lie. The truth was that she was going to sit here and do nothing as she made a smelly mess right in her wheelchair seat like a bad baby.\n\nMelanie fought valiantly to keep up a poker face as she tooted and the first little bit came sliding out of her.\n\nShe crossed her arms and tried to rest her chin nonchalantly on them. She leaned forward, giving herself a bit more room in her diaper. 'What if it leaks? What if it squishes out and comes running down my legs, and everyone sees it and laughs at me?' Her cheeks felt like branding irons. 'What if it's just like that time when Tucker knocked me over in my bulldozer costume and threw a diaper at me and everyone saw?'\n\nHer cunny twitched.\n\n'Oh you STOP that!!' she shouted at herself. 'That is NOT a sexy memory!'\n\n'Though why not? That was the time when everyone found out you wear [i][b]diapers[/b][/i]. That you're a naughty bad girl bedwetter who wears [i][b]diapers[/b][/i].'\n\nOhhhh no. Her breathing was speeding up. Daddy would sometimes tease her by whispering to her, 'My little bedwetter.' Melanie pretended to hate it and gave him little weak kicks with her right leg, but that awful word actually turned her on a ton. And hadn't she wet the bed on purpose lots of times? Didn't it feel amazingly sexy? Curled up all warm and cozy and dozy, relaxing her muscles and letting loose? Hadn't she done it with Sasha too? Snuggling and peeing together on their sleepover?\n\n'But this is [u]poop[/u]! And it's not in my bed, it's in public! Where everyone can see me!!'\n\nIt was definitely coming out now. Stretching her tailhole wide. About the consistency of half-melted chocolate. The smell reached her nose. A dark brown odor that was soooo bad. And dirty. And naughty.\n\n'I can't believe I'm doing this.'\n\nMelanie picked up the last of her elephant ear and used it as subterfuge. If she looked like she was busy finishing it, maybe no one would notice her being dirty. She leaned forward, lifting a cheek off her seat so her BM could slide out easier. Her heart was pounding. The poop stretched her tiny tight anus quite wide. It felt good. It felt satisfying. There was definitely an intensely pleasurable relief that came from a good dump. Especially when she'd been holding it in and she got to the seat just in time. Or like when she'd been sitting on Mr. Van's lap and-\n\nShe'd almost forgotten about that.\n\nThat time had actually been an accident. They'd been playing after school. She was perched all snuggly in his lap, diddling herself while he graded papers and acted like she wasn't there. Like she was an invisible ghost, pleasuring herself in his lap while he was unaware. That was hot enough by itself, but watching him keep up the act was hot too. He was really good at keeping his expression stoic, but his posture was rock-rigid. And so was the bump in her seat. And then she'd had to ruin it all by letting her guard down and splorching in her panties. She'd yelped and Mr. Van thought it was part of the game at first until she said she'd had an accident and then he was picking her up and trying to get the changing mat on his desk without dropping her and the whole thing was just ridiculous. She'd wanted to shrivel up and vanish from the shame. But he'd told her he honestly didn't mind a bit.\n\n\"Because you love me so much?\" she said softly.\n\nHe grinned. \"No, because I am a complete pervert,\" he replied brightly. She blew a raspberry at him.\n\nMelanie let out little gasping breaths. Her poop was thick as mud. Speeding out of her like fat kids down a waterslide. Filling up her padding. 'There's too much! I'm going to have to squash it down to make room for it all!' Eeeewwww! That would be gross. Or hot. Maybe both. Having to sit and flatten her stinky mess so all the hundreds of people around her wouldn't realize what a dirty pup she was.\n\nSo Melanie sat down hard, trying to bend the poop to make room in her diapers. More came barging out. 'This is gonna weigh more than I do when I'm done!!' she worried. Thankfully the solid stuff was mostly out of her now and the rest of it felt like cake frosting. She leaned forward even more, trying to look like she was REALLY enjoying her dessert. She squoze her eyes shut and clenched with her butt-muscles. It was an avalanche! 'How can something so bad feel so good!?' It was stretching her hole like when Daddy or Mr. Van would stick their fingers up in there. (Neither had ever put their wieners in her butthole. Yet. Though her dump was so big that size might not be a concern if they ever did.) It felt like a pumpkin pushing its way through a sock. Melanie imagined her butt all blown up and blackened like a cartoon explosion. And whew! Super-smelly! She wrinkled her nose. How could anyone else not notice this? Why weren't people fleeing away from her in droves? 'Maybe I'm just hypersensitive to it 'cause I'm so scared of getting caught.' Glancing around, it did seem like everyone was still busy not noticing her. She was running out of elephant ear though. She chewed another bite and swallowed. It felt bizarre having stuff go in and stuff come out at the same time. She licked cinnamon-sugar off her lips.\n\n'My diaper's gonna be soooo packed,' she thought. 'But then, that's what it's made for. Just such an occasion. A great big doodoo mess. A poop mountain. Extra-absorbent protection for dirty bad girls named Melanie who pee in their beds and poop on their teacher.' She was gonna have to put a paw in her panties soon if she kept having thoughts like this. Her little heart fluttered like a canary in a cage.\n\nEventually the last plops slid out. Melanie tensed for a few moments, pushing so hard her cheeks hurt. Just to make sure it was all over. But it was. 'Finally!!' It felt like she'd been pooping for weeks. Months. Like she'd unloaded the Himalayas into her padding. But she knew it wasn't really that much or for that long. Everything just felt magnified because of where she was. Another side-to-side glance to be sure she'd gotten away with it. Some other kid caught her eye for a second and she froze. But he'd just been looking at the food trucks and their gazes had happened to intersect.\n\nMelanie exhaled. She was still propped up on the table by her arms. She knew she'd have to sit down someday. She couldn't hold herself up like this forever. Grimacing, she eased her weight down onto her seat. 'EEEEEWWWW!!' It felt like sinking into quicksand! 'Oh hell oh damn I hope it doesn't squirt out!' But it seemed to be staying put. At least for now. She was doubly-super-extra glad she'd had the foresight to not wear a pullup today. Her poop would have annihilated it. 'Good little diaper,' she thought with gratitude. 'Just keep holding it all in until I can get somewhere and get changed. Until I-'\n\nShe blanked. Where exactly was she going to go to get changed?\n\nShe felt the blood drain from her face. 'Hadn't thought that far ahead, didja?' her brain taunted. She craned her neck all around. The carnival was taking place in the middle of downtown. The streets were blocked and the shops were closed for the weekend. The only bathroomesque place anywhere nearby was the porta-potties, and there was absolutely no room in there to maneuver a clean diaper onto herself, much less fish a soiled one out from beneath her.\n\n'No, no, no, no! Oh Melanie, you screwed up so bad!' Her jaw trembled and her teeth chattered. 'I'm gonna have to ride the bus home like this! Everyone will smell me!!' She popped the last bit of elephant ear in her mouth; in for a penny, in for a pound. She didn't even taste it. She started dreaming up increasingly-ridiculous scenarios for where she could change herself. 'Maybe there's some bushes I could go behind. Or in the gondola of the ferris wheel? Why not just climb up on the table and do it here? Let everyone see your big poopy mess! Then they can all laugh at stinky Melanie!'\n\nHer cunny was still throbbing, almost sore. The embarrassment was serious now, but also still undeniably hot. The fact that she had no easy way out, that she was trapped in her poop, was somehow making the situation even hotter. There was no chance to get out of this without some big deal humiliation. Part of her wanted it. Her mind flashed the image of her frantically wheeling herself towards the potties, her wheels catching on a curb, and her chair tipping her out right onto the ground. Her skirt would flip up and her big, white, squishy bottom would point straight up in the air. Someone would point and shout, \"Look at the dirty diaperbutt! PEE-YEW!\" Melanie's cheeks felt like little furnaces. She was trying so hard to think of ways to get herself out of this situation, so why did part of her want it to get even worse?\n\nShe closed her eyes and sat up straight. This made her mess ooze around her cheeks and just far enough up to touch her cunny (which felt simultaneously supergross and superamazing). She tried to ignore it. 'Okay. I gotta get myself under control. It's hot to [i]think [/i]about this getting even more embarrassing for me, but I don't really want that. I don't. So... allright. Think, Melanie. I'm smart,' she told herself, and felt proud that her heart knew it wasn't just flattery. 'I can get myself out of this. Quietly and unseen. Well, maybe not totally unseen. Someone's definitely gonna see me. Or more likely smell me. But if I can scoot out of here fast enough, I'll pass by and they'll just think it's a fart. A reeeeeally bad fart. There's gotta be SOMEthing open around here. Some restaurant maybe. Anywhere with a public restroom. If I just stay cool and act like nothing's wrong I can go-\"\n\nMelanie was jerked out of her thoughts when her wheelchair was jerked backwards.\n\n\"HEY! What!?\"\n\nFor a second she thought she was rolling loose. She [i]had[/i] unlocked her brakes a moment ago. But then she turned slightly and she realized someone was behind her, moving her chair!\n\nBefore the other furson could speak a word, Melanie babbled out. \"I'm sorry! Was I blocking something? Did I spend too long here? Are you security? I'll move! I can do it myself!\" All the time thinking, 'Oh shit, they'll smell me for sure!!'\n\nThe voice that replied sounded perfectly unruffled. \"No need to fret. You've done nothing wrong.\" It was a guy. Light accent. Sounded kinda nice. He continued turning her chair till it cleared the table, then began maneuvering her past the others and out of the food court. \"I just thought you looked like you could use a bit of help.\"\n\nMelanie was sure her whole head was turning cherry red from the embarrassment. \"Okay. Um. Thank you? But I can push my chair myself. And it has batteries anyway. Thanks, but I don't need you to drive me.\" She turned her head to get a look at this 'helpful' stranger, but didn't want to angle her whole body lest it squirt her chocolate frosting out the sides. All she could see was a coal-furred paw holding her chair's handle. Slender fingers. An orange-furred arm leading up to a baggy white t-shirt and a face completely shadowed by a beachcomber's hat. Behind him, a bobbing squirrel's tail.\n\nHe kept on pushing her along at the same steady pace, skillfully avoiding other carnival-goers and tables. His calm voice was clear enough to carry over the raucous noise of the fair. \"It's no trouble at all.\"\n\nA portion of Melanie's embarrassment became anger then. She'd encountered these types before. Fursons who took pity on her and just HAD to assist her. So they could feel like a saint, giving aid to the poor helpless cripple girl. \"Ex[b]cuse[/b] me, I said that you don't need to,\" she told him in her firmest voice. \"Please stop. I can do it myself.\"\n\nHis reply startled her. \"And what if I don't want to?\"\n\nMelanie felt a chill. The voice was playful, but conveyed that this was no misunderstanding. This furson knew exactly what they were doing. And she had no idea why. \"Let me go right now,\" she said. She'd meant to sound assertive, but it came out a squeak.\n\nCasually he replied. She could hear the smile in his voice. \"Well now, I don't think I'll be doing that. I was watching you the whole time, and if I'm not mistaken, I think a certain little lady's had a disaster in her panties. I think I'm right about that. You put on a lovely show. And my nose offers inculpatory evidence of the fact.\"\n\nMelanie was struck petrified. She envisioned her blood turning cold like ice-covered plumbing. He [u]knew[/u]. He knew about her mess. Holy hell, what was he planning to do with her? She tried to think of anything to say back, but all she could manage was a defensive, \"Not panties. I have a diaper. I'm incontinent.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" he said, sounding unsurprised. They had left the dining area by now and proceeded to the midway. People were tossing rings and darts all around on either side. \"I see. But that was no accident. I could read your face like a comic book.\"\n\nMelanie gulped.\n\n\"You, dear girl, are carrying an oversized load. So I'm going to take you someplace secluded for a change. Now isn't that nice of me?\"\n\n\"I...\" Her tongue went dry. \"It is. I guess. But I'd really be happier if you didn't. I can do it myself. Um, thanks for offering though?\"\n\nHe leaned in just a bit, yet his next words seemed as amplified as a bomb explosion. \"You don't really have a choice, dear fox. You're a naughty girl who poos in public, and I'm going to do even naughtier things to you once we're someplace out of sight.\"\n\nMelanie's tail frizzed up like a bottle brush. Her bones became icicles. Her heart thundered. She felt a wave of dizziness and nausea punch her in the forehead. 'Don't pass out!!' she screamed at herself. Oh god, she was in so much trouble now! She'd played with the idea of her situation getting worse, but this was never part of the fantasy. Some stranger had her now. He was going to carry her off and... and [i]rape[/i] her. Oh shit! Just like on the news! They always said to be smart about strangers and never talk to them! But she hadn't said a word. He'd just come up to her and [i]took[/i] her. And here she was sitting helpless in her wheelchair like a baby doll. Getting carted off like a sack of potatoes!\n\nMelanie forced herself to breathe and not black out. It was no use falling down a hole and getting terrified. This was bad. Definitely. But she was NOT helpless. She'd be letting her Daddy down to ever stamp herself with that word. 'But what can I [i]do?[/i]' She couldn't outrun this creep. She couldn't fight back against a grownup. She was totally alone.\n\n'Wait! No I'm not!' Melanie looked left and right. This was a carnival! Swarming with people! They'd help her, right? All she had to do was start yelling her head off and like a million guys would come running to her rescue and pound her abductor into snot. That was on the news too. Everyone hated cub-fiddlers and they'd totally rescue her from him. All she had to do was scream. Just take a deep breath and scream. Just get this twenty-ton weight off her chest and scream.\n\nHer body was not helping her. She was locked up like a deer in the headlights. Fear had her in a fist. Her mind was running at a lightning pace and time was running so slow it was almost backwards. She could see every detail of every furson they passed. The riot of colors. The banners and prizes and balloons. But she couldn't force her instincts to let go so she could save herself!\n\nAs if reading her mind, or perhaps her posture, the man who was pushing her wheelchair leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her hair. He whispered, \"The safeword is 'bell peppers and beef'.\"\n\nAll of Melanie's thoughts veered, screeched, and crashed.\n\nShe felt a gentle double-pat on her shoulder. Tap-tap. Reassurance.\n\nMelanie gripped her armrests. Okay, so what the hell did this mean now? He was just fooling her? Was he still going to rape her? Was he giving her an out?\n\nShe could go on all day trying to figure this out in her own head but it was much more likely to get the right answer by asking. 'And today is for being bold, after all,' she reminded herself. \"Wh-what did you mean by that?\"\n\nThe man's voice was soothing and persuasive, almost purring. \"Oh don't be coy. I'm quite sure you know what a safeword is. Just as I'm sure that you're a naughty little thing who might find it exciting, getting a bit kidnapped by a lustful stranger. One who might visit lascivious things upon her dainty personage. Crude and bestial acts.\"\n\nMelanie flushed. She thought of Mr. Van's sharp white teeth in his long wolfy muzzle. She thought of her Daddy's taut biceps. She thought of the ecstasy in feeling tiny and trapped in their strong, powerful, grownup embrace. \"N-n-no,\" she stuttered.\n\nHe clucked his tongue. \"And a liar too. Very well. I see I shall have to punish you quite thoroughly.\"\n\nA mini-earthquake went off below her ribcage. Melanie trembled in her diaper. The word 'punishment' wrapped around her mind like a red haze. She was a bad girl, after all. A dirty poopy babyvix. Punishment was exactly what someone like that deserved. Exactly what she needed for being so bad. A heatwave passed through her groin.\n\nShe looked at all the people surrounding them. Families. Burly carnival workers. There were two green-vested security guards right over there, chatting over cups of coffee. 'I could scream right now and save myself. Scream and be safe. If I don't do it soon, he's going to cart me off and hurt me. Do I-don't-know-what to me. Maybe kill me. You don't know him. He could be a serial murderer who drives around in a van full of kid-pelts. I need to scream my head off right now.'\n\nMelanie glanced back over her shoulder, seeing the kidnapper's rusty tail swaying to-and-fro. Tick tock. Like a metronome. Completely nonchalant. Confident. He was going to punish her.\n\nHer breathing felt as fast as a hummingbird's. She swallowed saliva and licked her lips. \"Wh-what was the s-safeword again?\"\n\nHis whisper tickled her earfur. \"Bell peppers and beef, darling.\"\n\nShe quivered from her head to her toes.\n\nThey were passing by the security guards right now. All she had to do was holler, \"RAPIST!\" and she'd be safe. If she sat here and did nothing, there was no telling what might happen to her. She might disappear. Might vanish forever. He might stuff her in a suitcase and carry her across the border. He might stick his thing in her. He might hold her down and kiss her right on the lips.\n\nFrozen like a popsicle, Melanie did not utter a single peep as they passed by the two guards. She was as silent as the rest of the fairgrounds were boisterous. Dozens and dozens of people all around her. One little shout would stop this.\n\nBut if she did, then she'd never find out what evil fate he had in store for her.\n\n\n***\n\n\nMelanie sat in her wheelchair like she was sculpted out of marble. Her paws were tightly clasped together in her lap. She could still smell her shameful pile. Heavy in her seat like an overstuffed purse.\n\nThe kidnapper ferried her down the street with a carefree flow, no hesitation at all in his footsteps. He was even humming. Melanie was already regretting this. Her common sense was kicking herself for letting her cunny make such an insane decision. How could she possibly trust this weirdo? Just because he had a pretty voice!? 'He might also have a knife, stupid!' she barked. And it still wasn't too late. A moment ago he had rolled her past the front entrance of the carnival, even saying a carefree 'goodbye' to the ticket-taker. They were heading down the sidewalk now. A brisk pace. He seemed to know exactly where to take her. Had he planned this out somehow?\n\nUp ahead was a bank. Or maybe a credit union. Melanie didn't really know the difference, only that these kinds of buildings usually had a 'look' to them. She could tell by the dimness through the windows that it was closed, but the stranger walked right up to it anyway. He turned at the front door and continued along the side of the building. There was an employee access entrance here. He pushed her slightly past, so she wasn't able to see what he did next, but then the door was creaking open and he was turning her chair to maneuver her inside.\n\nIt was shadowy and empty in here. Melanie's brain screamed that this was her last chance to call for help. If she was loud enough now, someone might still hear her and come running. Once he closed that door, her hope was gone. And then before she could decide, she heard it slide shut and click. She was in darkness.\n\nThat didn't stop him though. The kidnapper moved with the same easy grace as before. 'He works here!' she figured. 'He's got a pass for the door and he knows this place so well he can move around even with the lights off.' She couldn't see anything clearly. Just shadowy furniture shapes that he angled her chair amongst.\n\nThey went down a hallway. Then he turned her through another door into pitch blackness. If Melanie had held up her paw she couldn't have even seen an outline.\n\n\"Here we are.\"\n\nMelanie blinked as fluorescent light smacked her in the eyes. She rubbed them, then blinked and saw she was in a tidy restroom. Beige-and-butter-colored checkered tile. A long wide countertop with several sinks. Stalls and urinals, so it was a boy's bathroom. 'Men's,' she chided herself. 'We're not at school.' It was bizarre the kind of thoughts that went through your head when you were a heartbeat away from panicking.\n\nHis paw rested on her shoulder and she flinched so hard she nearly flew. \"Now now,\" he said, scolding. \"None of that. You know you've been naughty and need to take your punishment. Yes you do. All the naughtiest of cubs know what they deserve, and secretly look forward to their punishment.\"\n\nMelanie wiggled. She wanted to escape, but also wanted to agree.\n\nOne finger on his paw lifted up to softly stroke her cheek. \"But first, let's do something about that mess, yes? Quite the stink. That's some champion-grade smelliness from such a petite foxette. Have you been eating from a garbage barge like it was a buffet?\"\n\nIn spite of herself, she snorted a laugh. \"No!\"\n\n\"Course not, course not,\" he conceded. \"It's more like roadkill and hippopotamus manure.\"\n\nThis time she outright giggled.\n\nHe patted her on the shoulder, rewarding her for letting her tension ease a little. \"So the first order of business is to get you a new diaper. I assume you keep a spare in this pouch on the back?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Uh-huh.\"\n\n\"I thought so. You are as thoughtful as you are mischievous, aren't you?\"\n\nShe squirmed.\n\n\"I was watching carefully from across the way. Your facial expressions were adorable. Getting the idea, considering it, weighing your options, then letting go and trying so hard to seem inconspicuous.\"\n\nMelanie shriveled in her seat. Had she really been that obvious?\n\n\"The rest of the crowd never noticed. But I did. You're fortunate I'm so observant. Otherwise you might have rolled along home by yourself without someone to catch you and discipline you. Lucky girl.\"\n\nShe squeezed her eyes shut. Still terrified, but dammit, this guy knew just what to say to her. And his voice really was quite nice. Calming and gentle. Not like a radio announcer; more of a hypnotist's lull. Talking all quiet to coax you into surrendering. Which was exactly what she'd done.\n\nA rustling sound. \"But I can't have you learning my secret identity and alerting the authorities. So if you please, keep still while I tie this on. Tell me if it's too tight, little one.\"\n\nMelanie gasped as she felt a fabric soft as silk descend over her eyes. All light: instantly gone. The cloth was warm from being in his pocket. Very comfy. She felt his long, agile fingers moving around the back of her head as he brushed her hair out of the way to tie it on. She imagined those fingers playing piano, or picking a lock. 'I wonder if he picks pockets,' she thought. The knot was tied securely but not tight. Just right. Now she was fully blindfolded.\n\nShe heard his voice swing around, just in front of her nose. \"There we go. Can you see a thing?\" She heard him wave his hand in front of her face.\n\n\"No, nothing,\" she said. Her voice was a breathless, wavering squeak. 'I sound like a mouse,' she thought.\n\n\"Excellent. Then let's get you up on the counter for your change.\"\n\nMelanie let out a started 'yipe' as the unknown squirrel wheeled her swiftly across the room. There was a broad, flat area next to the sinks and they stopped there. Then she gasped when his hands lifted her up out of her chair, swiveled her around, and deposited her on her back on the countertop. The motion was swift and efficient. No hesitation. And whatever she was laying on was cold! Even though the weather was warm outside, the material here was like a huge ice cube. She shivered. Then jerked when she felt his palm press onto her stomach. Just firmly enough to flatten it a little. She gurgled in discomfort as her meal moved around inside.\n\n\"Did you enjoy your feast?\" He pressed a little bit deeper.\n\nMelanie felt like she might burst if he went any further. \"It was really good.\"\n\n\"It looked wonderful. I was getting envious.\" He took his palm away, but not before two quick patty-pats. \"Now, we have a problem. All these pretty clothes in the way. They'll all have to come off. Don't you agree? It's just sensible. We don't want them getting dirty too.\"\n\nMelanie blushed. If she agreed, she'd be naked on her back in a diaper. Alone with a silver-tongued pervert. She couldn't imagine anything more vulnerable. Helpless. \"I g-guess so.\"\n\n\"Of course,\" he said. She could imagine his crisp nod after.\n\nHer tail twitched when she felt his nimble fingers take her shirt by the shoulder seams and begin to lift it off. Melanie automatically leaned forward so it wouldn't get trapped between her back and the counter. She felt like a traitor to herself. Why was she helping him? The fabric caressed her face as it came up and over her head. She hissed when she felt the cold countertop on her bare fur. She hadn't developed enough in front to need a bra yet, so she knew he could see everything now. A gasp when his index finger traced a line from her bellybutton to her throat.\n\n\"Very lovely. A beautiful garden sculpture.\"\n\nShe couldn't help but feel a little flattered at that. With two fingers he drew curling patterns in her bellyfur. She felt them glide up and around her small breasts, encircling her nipples and then whisker-lightly brushing them. Her whole body shuddered. Unsurprisingly, her little nips were hard as steel. 'It's just because I'm cold,' she lied.\n\nWhen the stranger trailed his hands down along her sides to her legs, then lifted them up and began to undo her shoelaces, Melanie felt a completely new flavor of embarrassment. 'My legs. He's touching them. He sees them. I hadn't even thought about that before.' Her gimpy, scrawny right leg and her curly left. Wouldn't he be disgusted by them? Or at least freaked out? He wasn't saying anything about them. 'But he could be sticking his tongue out right now at how ugly they are,' she thought.\n\nShe felt her right shoe come off, then heard it placed somewhere behind her head. A moment later, off came her sock. He moved slowly and deliberately. It actually felt very nice. It reminded her of sometimes when she'd come in from the cold and Daddy would pull her snowboots off while she shivered. Then wrap her in a blanket and fix her some soup. She flexed her toes. Her kidnapper removed her other shoe and sock, just as gently. He held her feet in both hands.\n\n\"What petite little paws. They look like chocolate. How sweet.\"\n\nMelanie turned scarlet. \"Th-thank you!\" She couldn't believe he'd complimented them! She'd been thinking about her weird ol' legs and he hadn't said a word about them. 'Maybe he knew I'm still sorta nervous about people seeing them.' He had said he was observant. No reason to think he couldn't still read her expressions. 'I guess I'll never be good at poker.' She then cooed as he gave her a brief sole massage with his thumbs. Swirling the pawpads around in a circle, then rolling across her toes like little keyboards.\n\nHe let her legs down and stepped between them. Melanie felt her skirt being tugged down. Again, she could not help herself but cooperate. She lifted up on her elbows so he could slip it down over her tail and bottom. Partly she wanted to make sure her diaper-ammo wouldn't goosh out and ruin it. Partly she wanted to assist him in exposing her. If it was foolish to not say a word while a strange man carted her off, it was simply unthinkable to be assisting him in ravishing her. She felt the cloth travel down her legs, then heard him fold it and set it on top of where he'd put her shoes.\n\nThis was it. All her clothes were off. Now it was just her, her fur, her full diaper, and this soft-speaking stranger. She still didn't know what he intended to do with her.\n\nHe surprised her by putting both hands underneath her bottom and lifting her up. His paws sank into the moosh. She yelped in surprise. \"My goodness! What a massive payload! Someone has been eating her fiber!\"\n\nMelanie turned her head away. The odor seemed to intensify, climbing right up into her nostrils. Her dirty waste. Squishy and still warm. And he was totally putting his hands on it. Nothing but a layer of plastic and absorbency gel between him and the poop. Smershing it right into her buns. All sloppy and messy and dirty and bad. Totally humiliating.\n\nHe jiggled her a bit like he was appraising a sack of gold. \"Are you in the habit of messing yourself in public places, little fox?\"\n\nShe nibbled her lip. \"I can't help it sometimes. I have accidents.\"\n\nHe set her down and then tapped her nose like he was striking it with a ruler. \"Tsk tsk! This was no accident!\" he declared like a movie detective. \"Remember, I watched. You looked at the toilets. You knew you had time. You [i]chose[/i] to be messy, didn't you? You know you want to admit it. That it was pleasurable. That it's fun to be dirty in public where anyone might see.\"\n\n'Can he read my mind!?' Melanie squirmed. But she couldn't stop herself from confessing. \"I did! You're right. I wanted to. I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't an accident. Sometimes I have them, yes, but not this time. This time I just... I'm such a bad girl.\"\n\n\"You absolutely are,\" he agreed in a solemn tone. He bonked her nose again. \"Very, very bad. Such a misbehaving girl. Now you're all dirty and stinky and you have to be punished.\"\n\nMelanie seriously wanted to reach into her diaper with both paws and start diddling. \"Uh-huh,\" she agreed.\n\n\"Well, it's good to see that you admit it,\" he said encouragingly. Then declared, \"The defendant has plead guilty to charges of indecent public poopcrime!\"\n\nMelanie could not stop a loud giggle.\n\nHe tickled her belly for a moment to keep it going, then brushed the palm across her stomach, smoothing the downy white fur. \"First we need to get you all nice and clean. Then I can pass sentence. I'm sure you're very eager for your punishment to begin.\"\n\nShe didn't exactly confirm this, but she 'arf'ed a little.\n\nThe unknown squirrel spread her legs a little more, then she heard the crinkle as he placed his palms flat against the surface of the diaper. He began to swirl them around in slow circles. His skilled hands pressed against her mons. Melanie's arousal began to climb. The inside of the diaper was a soft fabric-ish material like a blanket. Very pleasant against her little cunny. Sometimes Mr. Van would try to get her to cum without taking her diaper off. It wasn't difficult.\n\nThen came the ripping sound of him pulling the tapes on either side. The smell seemed to quadruple when he lifted it open in front. Melanie wrinkled her nose. She heard him take a deep inhale, and she blushed. 'What a perv!' she thought. But also thought it was kind of a compliment, maybe? He lifted her slightly by the armpits to skootch her back so he'd have more room. She felt the wall behind her and raised up to rest her shoulders against it.\n\nHe mock-gasped in abhorrence. \"Messy, messy, messy! How could something so foul come out of such a charming young vixen? Perhaps you are releasing your inner demons.\"\n\nShe snickered. He let her lie there with her diaper open, totally exposed, for an agonizingly long time. She heard him rustling around in her pack for a clean one. Her poo felt sticky all over. It had squished right up to the leg elastic, but hadn't gotten past. 'I should write the company a thank-you letter,' she thought. Suddenly she was hit with the possibility that the bank wasn't really closed, and maybe all the employees were standing right here in the bathroom, all gathered around and silently watching the show. A blindfolded, naked cub with a great big poopy heap between her legs. And her probably-visibly-aroused cunny on display too. She shivered. Or maybe there were cameras recording the whole thing. Did they allow cameras in public restrooms? She wasn't sure if that was against the law or not. Maybe her kidnapper had brought his own camera. Maybe that was why he was taking so much time. Maybe if she got out of this alive, he might send her pictures in the mail, or blackmail her. Or post them online where [i]anyone[/i] could see them.\n\n'No, he seems nice. I'm sure he wouldn't do that.'\n\n'[i]Nice!?[/i] He totally abducted you and took all your clothes off!'\n\nWell, whatever the case, she was here now and there was no getting out of it on her own. Not unless she wanted to try crawling out into the street, leaving a trail of shitmuffins behind her. All she could do was lie here and trust him. It was electrifyingly scary having to put her trust in someone who, all her life she had been warned against his type. She felt like the little girl lost in the woods, captured by the monster who tells her, 'Certainly I'll take you home. Right after dinner...'\n\nThen there was the unmistakable crinkle of a new diaper being unfolded. A moment afterwards he was lifting up her legs. She'd participated in enough changes by now to know what to do. She got her arms in position underneath the small of her back to keep her bottom raised so he could slide out the old diaper.\n\n\"Thank you,\" he said.\n\n\"You're welcome. And of course, I don't want to get my tail all poopy.\"\n\nShe could practically feel him grin. \"Oh don't you? Maybe you do. Maybe that should be your punishment. Maybe I should smear you all over with it. Brown from ears to tail. Then tie you up in toilet paper and roll you down the street!\"\n\nMelanie squealed. \"No-[i]ooo![/i] Don't even tease me about that! It's so smelly!\"\n\nHe chuckled, and she could tell he hadn't really meant it. He reached underneath her to undo the last tape around her tailbase, then slid the old diaper to the side.\n\nMelanie's arms quivered. She'd have to hold herself up like this till he got done cleaning her. Difficult, but with her years of experience pushing her chair, entirely doable.\n\nShe heard the squeak of a tap turning, then the whoosh of running water, then the automatic whirr of paper towels. Lastly the squork-squork of antibacterial hand soap being squeezed out. Without warning, the kidnapper swiped a warm, wet wad of towels along Melanie's backside and she moaned. An incredibly pleasant sensation! Even if it also brought emotions of vulnerability and embarrassment. Memories of Daddy wiping her clean after The Chinese Restaurant Catastrophe. Memories that had brought shame then, and naughty tingles now. She almost let herself drop onto the counter from her arms shaking.\n\nThe moistened towels stroked back and forth across Melanie's brown-streaked bottom. The squirrel took his time. Enjoying the torturous strain of Melanie having to keep herself elevated. He could see her muscles tremble. He was helping out with one stabilizing hand held under her right thigh, but he was letting her take most of the work herself. He watched her inhale short, quick breaths. Watched her tummy quiver. He methodically wetted down each towel, added soap, and took loooong, sloooow wipes across her adorable rump. Sometimes teasingly close to her plump, reddened cunny, but never directly touching it.\n\nMelanie felt tickling drops of warm water travel down her tailfur. She chewed her lower lip. Her forearms were aching now. Weak. God, she wanted him to just throw the towels away and slurp his tongue deep into her pussy! But he was keeping her in torment on purpose, she could tell. She needed to be punished after all. Bad little vixens had to be made squeaky clean before they could receive pleasure.\n\nAfter what felt like hours or months, the unknown squirrel dried his hands off on the last of the towels. Melanie heard him ball up the used ones and chuck them into the wastebasket. \"Ah, that's better. No more poo. Just your own lovely orange fur. Clean enough to eat off of.\" He inflected the last sentence to imply he might like to literally.\n\n\"Can I let myself down now!?\" Melanie wailed.\n\n\"Almost, Sugarpaws. Just a moment more.\"\n\n'Oh, of course. I'm still butt naked.' She heard the new diaper sliding across the counter. She felt him position it beneath her hiney, then adjust the opening for her tail.\n\nSuddenly something bit her in the ass. \"Bell peppers and beef!!\" she shrieked.\n\nEven though she was in pain, she realized she had two things to be glad about. One, that her memory had unhesitatingly supplied the safeword. And two, that the squirrel immediately took his hands away from her. \"What's wrong!?\" he asked, and she heard real concern in his voice.\n\n\"It's- Ow! Sorry, it's just that some of my fur got stuck to the tapes and it's pulling.\"\n\n\"Oh! I can fix that then.\" He sounded relieved it wasn't anything more serious.\n\nShe felt his nimble fingers go to work with a clockmaker's precision, pulling her tailfur away from the sticky bit.\n\n\"All good to go?\" he asked.\n\nShe nodded. \"Mm-hmm.\" A moment later the diaper was secure around her tailbase, snug as a sweater. \"That's better. Thank you.\"\n\n\"You're welcome, darling.\"\n\nThen she felt a tiny kiss on the end of her nose. She 'erf'ed and grinned at such a nice surprise. A moment later, she made a much louder sound when the same kiss was repeated on her clitoris.\n\nMelanie's arms finally gave out. She dropped to the counter, into her brand new diaper. Before she had time to recover from the electric jolt of pleasure that last kiss had given her, the stranger was lifting her back up again with both hands clutched around her ass cheeks. The long fingers were like strong spider legs. Melanie shouted, \"OH!\" when he swiped his nose straight up the crease of her vulva, like a credit card in a scanner. Then he angled her even higher, her shoulders bunched against the wall, and he drove a forceful kiss directly against her freshly scrubbed tailhole.\n\nMelanie wriggled. That felt so weeeeird! [i]Good[/i] though! Involuntary little 'Ah ah ah's came out of her as the squirrel nibbled at her pucker with his lips and tongue. Exploring the tiny wrinkles and folds. She felt her pleasure rapidly rising.\n\nHe sighed in satisfaction and licked his lips. \"Hypothesis confirmed. It IS clean enough to eat off of!\" And with that he unceremoniously let her drop back down into her padding.\n\nMelanie thumped into it, her bubble bursting. That was it!? She was gape-mouthed in disappointment. That felt so good! How could he stop!? How could he be so mean!?\n\nShe heard him giggling at her adorable outrage. \"Did you forget, my little prisoner? Punishment first; then pleasure. You haven't earned it yet. You still must pay.\"\n\nHer cheeks burned, but she shut her mouth. Dammit. He was right.\n\nHis hands rested on her kneecaps, guiding them apart. \"Besides, that was wholly for my own enjoyment. If you leave a chocolate eclair out in front of me, how can I resist taking a lick?\"\n\nMelanie snickered. He was annoyingly good at stopping her from being mad at him by making her laugh. And she felt rather flattered at hearing her butthole called a dessert.\n\nHis hands adjusted her tush perfectly into place on the dry, cushy softness of the new diaper. Melanie's heart was beating fast from the brief anilingus, but it was beginning to slow down now. Switching to enjoyment of this different, calmer pleasure. She could not deny that this part of a change always felt nice. Diapers were made to be comfortable after all. Plus she and Daddy had shopped around: this brand was the nicest, hands down. They felt a bit like flannel pajamas.\n\nThe front of the diaper was pulled tight around her groin and the sides taped in place. Like wrapping her lower region in a thick blanket. Melanie's kidnapper smoothed it out by rubbing it all over. She murred as the softness was pressed against her pussy. If he kept this up she might melt.\n\n\"Now, my delicate prisoner, you are all clean. Does it feel nice?\"\n\nMelanie scooted down the counter, settling her tush into the new padding. \"Mmmmm, yes!\"\n\nHe walked his fingertips up her belly. \"Then are you ready to begin receiving your punishment?\"\n\nShe trembled. She still had no idea what it might be. But today was for being bold, after all. \"Yes!\"\n\n\"Good girl,\" he purred. \"Here's the first part.\"\n\nMelanie was grinning, but then winced. Her nose wrinkled. A smelly poopsmell was right in front of her muzzle.\n\n\"Here is your old diaper, all folded up in a ball,\" \"he said. I think you should give it a kiss.\"\n\nShe recoiled. \"Ew! No!\"\n\nFor her disobedience, he bonked her on the nose with it. It made a 'crinklesquish' sound. \"How's that for gratitude? This diaper did an exemplary job protecting you from leaks. And now it's full of all your mess. All nicely contained. For doing such a good job, you don't think it deserves a kiss?\"\n\nMelanie squirmed. The idea was [i]so gross![/i] But... An incredibly dirtybad part of her wanted to obey. She just wasn't sure if she could let it win. He had a good point though. Her diaper had done an excellent job today. But it was diiiiiirtyyyy... But... but... In her mind she pictured her diaper pail at home. All full up with little roly-poly diapers. Round and kinda cute. Like little pillows.\n\nThe squirrel leaned closer. \"That's it. You want to. You want to show your appreciation to your diaper. Pucker your lips, little vixen. You know you have to.\"\n\nThere was something about being [i]told[/i] that she wanted to that made it even more true. Melanie hesitated a moment more. Then closed her eyes tight (not really necessary due to the blindfold) and pooched out her lips.\n\nHer kidnapper pressed her stinky diaper right to them.\n\nMelanie quivered in revulsion. But she didn't move her muzzle. There wasn't any taste to it, and the texture was just like regular plastic. A grocery bag or a car set. The smell was tremendous though. Melanie's cheeks burned with shame. Both for letting herself be coaxed to kiss a dirty ol' used diaper, and for enjoying it.\n\nNot for the first time she reflected on the clashing emotions diapers could bring up in her. Their odor repulsed, but their softness comforted. They were embarrassing, yet cozy. Babyish, yet necessary. 'A paradox in every Pamper,' she thought, and laughed.\n\nThe unknown squirrel noticed she was kissing it long past the point where he was pressing it towards her.\n\nMelanie didn't let herself think about germs. All she was thinking was that she really was grateful for her diapers, preventing so many stinky calamities all her life. Always there. Nestled snugly between her legs. Thick and puffy and tight. She loved her diapers. It was the naughtiest thing in the world to admit it, but it was totally true. Undeniable. 'Thank you, little diaper!' she thought to it.\n\nThe squirrel took it away, wondering if she'd have kissed it all afternoon if he'd left it there. \"My my. I think you enjoyed that a little too much, little vix.\"\n\nShe startled as if popping out of a trance. \"I didn't mean to-! I mean...\"\n\nHe leaned over low to touch noses with her. She felt his warm breath on her chin. \"I think a certain foxy-loxy enjoys being told to do naughty things,\" he whispered, \"because she's a very naughty girl.\"\n\nShe gulped. \"I m-might be,\" she admitted.\n\nHe caressed his nose along her cheek, like drawing in chalk. \"Do you know what happens to naughty girls?\"\n\n'He's gonna reveal his evil plan!' she thought, with just as much anticipation as alarm. \"N-no?\"\n\nHis snout tucked into her perked, triangular ear. \"Naughty girls get a [i]spanking.[/i]\"\n\nSomething about that word, or the way he'd said it, sent volts of electricity through Melanie's small body. \"Yes!!\" she agreed, nodding frantically.\n\nHe giggled, blowing breath into her ear and making it twitch. \"Good girl. Now, roll over for me. Show me that cute bottom. Show me that perfect target.\"\n\nBreathing hard, she nodded again and got herself turned around for him. As she repositioned herself, he placed her folded skirt beside her so she wouldn't be mooshing her face into the hard countertop. She rested her cheek on it. \"Oh, thank you. That was really thoughtful.\"\n\n\"You're very welcome!\" he said back. And just for a moment his sensual, dominant mask slipped and he sounded cheerfully pleased at her gratitude.\n\nMelanie smiled. She was almost all the way sure now that she had nothing to fear from her mysterious stranger. She folded her arms around the skirt, bunching it against her face. Her legs dangled down off the countertop. Like a good girl, she lifted her tail for him, showing off her puffy white bullseye. \"I'm ready.\"\n\n\"You certainly are,\" he whispered, back to his snakelike purr. He ran a hand up the middle of her diaper to her tailbase, making her shake all over. \"Hold on tight.\"\n\nMelanie tensed. She lifted her rump higher. 'I'm gonna be a good girl and not flinch away. Not even if it really hurts.' There was something indescribably thrilling about trusting another furson enough to allow them to hurt you.\n\nAt first he teased her by simply resting his palm against the tightly-stretched plastic over her bottom. Caressing it. Feeling the tension in the young vixen's back and hips. Waiting for her to let her guard down. To wonder if it was really coming at all. Wonder if he'd been kidding. He patiently continued incremental flexes of his palm. A slow rhythm. Lulling her. He felt her back droop slightly, saw her tail lower an inch.\n\n[b]SMACK!!![/b]\n\nMelanie's paws flew to her mouth to stifle a shriek. The pain was not so bad, especially with the diaper in the way, but the shock of its suddenness was so great it made her vision turn white for a second! And before she could fully recover from the first one...\n\n[b]SMACK!!![/b]\n\nHis arm was very practiced at this particular task. Disciplining naughty cubs. Ones who enjoyed it, needed it, squirmed for it. He knew exactly with how much force to swing and how much pain to inflict to make Melanie's cute derriere sparkle like fireworks.\n\nMelanie 'Mmmmmphh!'ed into her skirt fabric as the unknown squirrel lit her ass on fire. Her diaper was doing a good job protecting her, but it still stung like crazy! He was really good at this! Daddy had never spanked her before, as he thought it only taught that hitting someone smaller was okay. (And she loved him for being so kind.) Mr. Van had only given her teasing little playful swats. Spanking was something she'd only ever seen happen to other furs. Usually while browsing porn videos, trying to educate herself as well as get a good cum. She'd always wondered how something could be both enjoyable and painful. Now she was learning! It was more than just the pain. It was the intimacy, the trust, of letting someone touch her there. It was the tingling of the aftershock. The tension of waiting for it, and the sudden release when it came. It was the inexplicable desire for him to hit harder next time. She found herself remembering when Daddy would play Crane Drop: holding her up above the couch and letting her plop onto the cushions. There was something exhilarating about getting to experience his strength. She wanted her squirrel captor to pound her little butt with all his power. She proudly kept her tail raised high.\n\n'She is perfect,' he thought to himself. So responsive. Wiggling like Jell-O on a plate with every swat. Tense as a bowstring as she waited for the next. Her adorable tush rose up to meet his hand. Begging for it. He gave her just long enough to feel the sting between each swing. Letting the tingles dissipate before blasting her with another. Randomizing the pattern to keep her guessing when it would come. Hearing her squeak like a rubber toy with every impact of his palm on her padding.\n\nMelanie felt her pleasure rising and bubbling inside her. Spanking was so much [i]fun!![/i] She was gonna beg Daddy to do this every night before bed! Her butt felt like a big red balloon about to pop! It hurt, but in a way she'd never experienced before. She'd never stubbed her toe or bit her tongue and wanted to do it again. Yet this was like magic. Every spank a new explosion of sensation. She ground her cunny against the countertop, smooshing it into the diaper fabric. Really grinding it! Reminding herself that she was a totally helpless diaperbaby, naked on a countertop with an eeeevil squirrel kidnapper, ready to do anything he asked of her!\n\nThe squirrel was pleasantly startled when his captive buried a howl into the skirt she was clutching and her bottom vibrated like an earthquake. It jerked up and down for several moments, while the rest of the little vixen's whole went stiff as a board. Her pleasure was so intense he could almost see its aura.\n\nA wrecking ball pounded into Melanie's nethers and shook her whole structure. Pleasure tore through her in ripples. She trembled uncontrollably. She was left shaking and panting. Her paws left tiny claw-holes in her skirt. It wasn't the most powerful cum of Melanie's life, but it was certainly a nice one. And the only one she'd ever had in front of a stranger in a public bathroom.\n\nA grownup paw gently glided through her hair to rest against her temple. Every nerve in her body felt so sensitive, she flinched at it.\n\n\"Good heavens. A reaction like that, are you sick? Do you have the fever?\" he teased.\n\nShe replied in between breaths. \"No, I'm fine, I'm good, I'm so good, thank you, thank you. Oh geez, my butt, it feels like, it exploded, into, a billion bits.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Nope. I assure you it’s still intact.\"\n\n\"Wow,\" Melanie said, kind of disbelieving him. There was just this burning pink throb in that area now. It [i]felt[/i] pink. A perfect pink tingle, like microscopic lightning storms. Sore, sensitive, achy, wonderful. She murred and sighed and rubbed herself against the countertop.\n\nHe patted her gently on her butt, and giggled when the touch made her jump. \"You're being a very good girl so far. Taking your punishments, and even cooperating with them. Good girl indeed. A+!\" He tickled her tailbase.\n\nShe giggled breathlessly and lightly swatted with her brush in the general direction of his face.\n\n\"Now, I believe, there's one last phase of your punishment. One more. Then I suppose I'll let you go,\" he said magnanimously. \" He slid his paw down the curve of her back. \"That is, assuming I don't decide to shrink you down to mouse size and take you home with me, to keep you foreverandever as my dancing doll.\"\n\nShe jerked her head around (even though she couldn't see him anyway). For a brief instant, she wondered if he really could do such a thing. What it would be like to be a tiny toy? Could he really imprison her with magic? But that was silly. This was just a game they were playing. He was teasing her. Nonetheless, she went along and acted frightened. \"Oh please don't, sir! I'll miss my Daddy and all my friends!\"\n\nThe squirrel drummed his fingers against the small of her back. \"Welllll... I suppose not. Not this time anyway. Maybe I'll set you free so you can spend every night in suspense, wondering if I'm going to come back some dark night and collect you.\"\n\nShe shivered, grinning. \"Oh no!\"\n\nHe grabbed her booty with both paws, causing her to tense and draw in a sharp breath through her teeth. He guided her to turn over again. When she sat her weight down on the counter, colorful sparkles of pain danced in her vision. A firecloud of soreness radiated heat all around her bottom. She loved it. The counter was still cool enough to soothe her burning butt.\n\nThe squirrel gave her time to arrange herself and get used to the ache. He came closer again, spreading her legs by positioning his hips between them. \"Now for your third punishment. Sit up, little one.\"\n\nHer whole body felt like melted jelly by now, but as he commanded, so she obeyed. Her chest and muzzle bumped into him as he stood there. She stabilized herself with her paws. She could feel his shirt and a bit of fur poking over the collar. Very fluffy. Reminded her of Aaron's poofy tail.\n\nHe let her explore his body for a moment. Tit for tat, after all. Then a playful bite at her eartip made her jump. \"Are you ready? To do as I say?\"\n\nHer breathing quickened. He saw her about to ask what his command would be, but then she stopped herself and simply nodded. For that she earned a kiss just above her eyebrows. She shuddered and exhaled. Such a good girl. \"It's time for [i]my[/i] pleasure,\" he said. \"I've been very generous to you. I rescued you from the crowd. Took you someplace secluded. Changed your diaper for you. Even gave you a well-earned and well-enjoyed punishment. Don't you think that was all very kind of me? Don't I deserve a reward for my hard work?\"\n\nMelanie blushed and silently nodded again. She was beginning to suspect where this was headed. And then he made it crystal clear. His agile hands enclosed her wrists and brought her paws down lower. To the fly button of his cargo shorts.\n\n\"I'll bet a naughty little vix like you knows just what to do,\" he said.\n\nShaking a bit from nervousness and returning arousal, she didn't even bother nodding. She simply showed him. Her quivering fingers undid the round brass button, then located his zipper and pulled it slowly down. She heard the cargo shorts slide down his legs to 'flumph' on the floor around his ankles. Melanie cupped her hands over his underwear and couldn't keep the grin off her muzzle when she felt something warm and diamond-hard.\n\nIt wasn't too big. Both Mr. Van and Daddy had heftier equipment. But it was definitely pleased to meet her. She dipped her paws behind the elastic and felt the tip poke her palm. 'Oh geez! He's a total stranger and I'm totally touching his [i]penis[/i]! His guy penis!' Her experience with others of its kind did not diminish the wicked thrill. 'Is he gonna make me give him a handjob? Would he maybe... make me kiss it?' Would it taste like Daddy's or Mr. Van's? Or more like Aaron's, since squirrels and bunnies were both Prey? She hoped she'd find out.\n\nHe didn't need to give her any directions. He watched as this angelic little succubus rested her head against his chest and eased his underwear down. Then she cradled his cock in her warm little paws and he sighed blissfully. Such a delicate touch. He nuzzled between her ears. \"You're doing very well...\"\n\nShe rubbed her cheek against his shirt. With her ear pressed against his torso like this, she could hear his heartbeat. Strong and steady. \"Should I keep going?\" she teased.\n\n\"Would you enjoy that?\" he countered.\n\nHer fur rustled as she nodded. \"I really would,\" she whispered. With both paws she held his cock tight. She squoze. Felt his stiffness twitch. Gave it another squeeze. Trickled her fingers along its length. Explored his fuzzy balls. The blindfold was still on snug, so she used her fingers to 'see' every bit of him with.\n\nHis breath was getting louder, deeper. He held onto the counter with one hand and caressed her back, up and down, with the other. \"Good girl.\"\n\nMelanie loved being told she was a good girl. Good girls liked to make other furs happy. She was glad she'd had other partners to practice on. Velvet soft, she began to move her hands up and down the length of her captor's cock.\n\nHe grunted. Clutched a patch of her hair in his fist for a moment. Kissed her ear; twice. Inhaled and exhaled. Encouraged her with his massage.\n\nShe listened to his heartbeat getting faster. Thrumming inside of him behind his ribs. She moved her hands up and down. Felt him wrap his tail around the both of them. Bigger than hers by a lot. A bushy explosion of fur. It was like a fluffy cotton candy coat. She loved it. It even smelled nice. Kind of like cedar.\n\nMelanie lowered her head, hesitated for only a moment, then kissed the tip. He chirred and shuddered. She smiled, loving her ability to give good feelings to others. She licked her lips. Pretty standard penisy taste. To be sure, she let her long canine tongue dip from her muzzle and give it a long slurp.\n\nThe unknown squirrel gasped. He braced himself on the countertop. He envisioned his pleasure rising like mercury in a thermometer. Knowing he was approaching the boiling point, he halted her with a hand on her wrist.\n\nMelanie looked up, confused. Wasn't she doing a good job?\n\nHe sensed her question. \"You have a tongue like a magic wand, little one. And talented paws. You could be an excellent sculptor, or a harp player. But this isn't all I want. I want you to put your arms around me. Pull us closer.\"\n\nShe did. Whatever he wanted, she wanted too.\n\nHe nuzzled his nose roughly against her ear. \"I want to push against you. I want to be very, very bad.\" His exhales were like hot gusts from the bellows of a forge. \"I want to [i]fuck your cute little diaper, Melanie.[/i]\"\n\nShe reflexively giggled a bit at him growling something so silly-sounding. But she was totally down for that. Absolutely. As he breathed into her yellow hair, she skooched herself as close to him as she could get. Encircling her arms around his slim waist, his tail curled around her lower back. Hers wrapped around his leg. She pressed her padded crotch against his erection. She heard the plastic rustle. \"Is that good?\"\n\nKisses behind her ear. \"Oh absolutely, little one. Brilliant. Perfect.\"\n\nHe tucked his snout against the back of her head and held her close. He drove in with his hips. She felt his hard rod slide up the front of her diaper. Bearing against the pillowy softness. Pressing right against her cunny too. A very welcome side effect. He pulled back and then thrust forward again. A slow back-and-forth. Getting a feel for it. Pressing a crease into the plastic. One that lined up perfectly with her little bean. Melanie held him tighter.\n\nHer captor sped up his pace. Like a steam engine's wheels turning slowly as they began to gain momentum. The pressure became mutual. As he crushed into the crinkly softness of this wonderful little vixen's nappy, she at the same time pressed her cunny against his hardness. Shared friction. Magnificence. She deserved to enjoy this every bit as much as him. He'd known from the moment he spotted her that she'd be worth the risk. She was perfect.\n\nMelanie rubbed her cheek up and down his T-shirt. Felt his chest inflate with every breath. Absorbing his warmth like cuddling an electric blanket. She loved feeling his hands roam around her. Kneading her sensitive tailbase, massaging up and down her spine, cupping her ears, combing through her hair. He loved her. His every touch told her so. When this was over, she might never see him again. Never know anything about him but his scent and the feel of his fur. But right now, he genuinely cared for her.\n\n'Somehow he knew. He saw me at the carnival and knew all about me. Knew I'd be scared, but that I'd want this. I don't know how, but I'm so glad.' There had been nothing rational about her decision to go along with him and not cry out for help. To let him lead her away into a heart-pounding adventure. To make her feel fear, thrill, pain, bliss, excitement and need.\n\nHis hands gripped a double helping of her tush cheeks. She yelped at the spike of pleasurepain. He took the opportunity to silence her with a kiss. Her lips mirrored his. She felt his squirrelly buck teeth with her tongue. They touched nosepads. His tail encircled her and tickled at her ears. They shared their breath.\n\nShe felt the control pulsing in his muscles as he rammed himself against her; never hard enough to hurt. He made sure their timing stayed in sync; grinding against her as she was grinding against him. Her jellybean practically glowed with sensation. Her diaper cradled her like a cloud, and his cock was the lightning storming through it. She balled up his shirt in her fist, and swam her other paw through his luxurious sea of tail. She kissed him again and again. All around his muzzle and cheeks. On his chin. On his nose. She nibbled him like chocolate. Her wonderful villain.\n\nHe held off. Wanting Melanie to climax first. Knowing full well what would happen when he came, and how much of an effort it would take to not jeopardize everything when that happened. This was already delicate. Stupid, if he were honest. But there was too much of the trickster spirit in his heart to have let this opportunity pass. A charming vixen, all by herself at the fair, practically shouting in neon that she was engaged in frisky public impishness. A prize so perfect was just begging to be claimed. Ripe fruit on the vine. As soft as any angel. Joyful as a sunbeam. 'Perfect.'\n\nMelanie was a teapot on the verge of boiling. A rocket about to burst from the launchpad. Her arms were shaking. Her jaw trembled, letting out mumbled nonsense. She rubbed her cheek back and forth against his chest like she was trying to friction a hole through his shirt. His cock against her cunny was like the pressure of a firehose. She was the naughtiest girl in the world. Yiffing a handsome stranger. Letting him change her heavy diaper. Giving it a kiss afterwards. So dirty. Such a dirty little foxie she was. She wondered if she'd keep this encounter a secret in her heart forever. A memory to recall at night when she was all alone, and rub herself raw to. Or maybe she'd tell Daddy as soon as she rolled through the door. Whisper in his ear to drive him wild, and maybe try to top what her kidnapper had done to her. She didn't know. All she knew was that this moment could last forever for all she cared. Her diaper was electric cotton candy. He was a bullet train screaming along the track straight into her heart. She was his naughty captive, eager to accept her punishment. The naughtiest girl in the [i]whole world.[/i]\n\nThe squirrel bravely sacrificed his tail for her to scream into and bite down on when she came. The pain was a thunderbolt, but merely added spice to their taboo recipe. He felt her pleasurequake rattle through her. Holding her tiny frame close against him, she bucked and squirmed and chattered nonsense. He nuzzled her ears and clutched her padded bottom. He whispered to her, not knowing if she was in any state to comprehend, but knowing there was only seconds left to say any parting words.\n\n\"Thank you, sweet darling. You took your punishment like such a good girl. I'll see you again, sometime. I promise. Though it may be a very long while, I promise, I will.\"\n\nWords entered Melanie's ears, but they were dreamlike. Some distant neurons stored them for later recall, but in the moment she was a shooting star. Her body was ablaze and her mind was stardust.\n\nAs Melanie's climax began to fade, the unknown stranger finally unleashed his own.\n\nHis cock became an iron sword. A lightning rod. He clutched her shoulders and erupted. Iridescent light spilled from between them. Liquefied infinity.\n\nIf Melanie thought her orgasm was pleasure, she'd seen nothing yet. When his seed splashed against the creamy fur of her belly, it sent cosmic rays coursing through her soul. This was not mere pleasure. This was something supernatural. Something she could not have ever prepared herself for. Something was wrong. Miraculously wrong. Something was happening here that her mind was not meant to comprehend. The dazzling droplets blanked her consciousness. She saw the interior of a star. She was silent. She was petrified. She was transcendent.\n\nAnd then he forced himself to vanish, lest his release tear open a rift in the mortal fabric that would reveal his hidden presence to the Lord.\n\nFor a fraction of a second before he fell into the other plane, his fur returned to its normal resplendent crimson. And his horns emerged.\n\n***\n\nWhen Melanie came to, it could have been decades later for all she knew.\n\nBright light made green and blue afterimages float across her eyelids when she blinked. The blindfold was gone. She gathered her senses. Her whole body tingled. Like her bottom after the spanking, but on a level of intensity so much greater it was incalculable.\n\n[i]What[/i] the hell had [i]happened!?[/i]\n\nShe remembered holding him. Her mysterious stranger. Then she was cumming. A really nice one! And then... Then [u]something else[/u] had happened. Her heart was still trying to slow itself to a normal rhythm. She thought this must be what it felt like to be standing on the ground and have a jet airplane fly by eight feet above your head.\n\nShe tried moving. Everything felt like a puddle of jelly, but she was nonetheless able to. A little. She found she was splayed out on the countertop: legs spread, flat on her back. It was a good thing the skirt was still there, otherwise whatever had knocked her back might've also knocked her out. When she sat up, she realized her tail was so frizzed up it looked like she'd stuck it in a wall outlet.\n\nShe looked around. Just a normal men's bathroom in a bank. Her shoes and socks were placed neatly behind her in the corner by the wall, with her shirt folded neatly on top.\n\nHer stranger was gone.\n\nOddly, she didn't feel abandoned. She felt like she had just crossed paths with something that she was probably not meant to understand. She felt like he had disappeared for a reason. Maybe to protect her.\n\nThe thought swam through her mind, 'Did I just get humped by a wizard?'\n\nShe laughed, and that brought her back close enough to reality to start thinking about how she was going to get herself out of here.\n\nMelanie reached for her socks, then hauled her lazy legs up onto her lap so she could begin pulling them on. She checked her diaper. She'd somehow managed to not explode pee all over herself, so that was good. And, on the front of the plastic, as well as on her tummy, she found a residue. Not like the sticky, boogery goo that was left over sometimes when one of her lovers spooged on her fur. She scooped some of the substance up on her fingers. This stuff felt like the finest grains of sand. Yet sticky, like sugar. It disappeared into nothing when she rubbed her fingers together. And under the bright light, she swore it was actually glinting. Like glitter.\n\n'Wizard jizz,' she thought. And this got her to laughing so hard she nearly fell off the counter.\n\nOkay, so something paranormal really had just happened to her. Somehow she wasn't freaking out about that. And while she didn't know exactly why, her body seemed to have an inkling that it had been a moment so purely positive, there was nothing at all to worry about. As she tugged her shoes on, she reflected also that, for some reason, she felt at peace with not knowing exactly what it had been. She was fairly sure she wouldn't be seeing her dashing kidnapper again. Though, maybe... Some forgotten memory tugged at the back of her mind. \"Maybe,\" she said to herself.\n\nIt was enough to know that it had been magical. And unbelievably naughty and embarrassing and fun! And special. Thinking on it now, she felt sure that she would keep this a secret. When she got home, she'd tell Daddy she had a good time at the fair and ate some tasty food, played some games, rode on a few rides, and that was it. Maybe make up a much milder naughty story to tickle him with.\n\nIn time, this encounter might fade like a dream. Though she hoped not. She hoped to always keep it close to her heart, and open it up occasionally when she was alone to look at, like a pendant with a picture inside.\n\n'Something magical,' she thought. She remembered the cadence of her stranger's gentle, enticing voice. Making it so easy to agree to things no good girl would ever consider doing...\n\nShe popped her head through her shirt collar, then wriggled her skirt back on. Her wallet and phone were still in the pockets. 'So all this wasn't just to mug me,' she thought with a chuckle. And look at that! She hadn't noticed, but at some point he'd parked her wheelchair close enough to the counter so she only had to slide over a foot or so to ease down into it. \"Aww, and he even set the brakes!\" A true gentleman.\n\nWhen she leaned over, there was something on her wheelchair's seat. She picked it up.\n\nIt was a little folded-over card. Like you'd find reserving places at a fancy dinner table. There was gold filigree around the corners. In cursive script is said simply, \"Thank you.\"\n\nShe opened it. Nothing inside but two small initials: R.M.\n\nA bit of color caught her eye. Beneath the card, upon the seat, her blindfold had been concealed.\n\nJoyfully, she reached down to grab it. It was perfectly the color of red wine, and the texture confirmed at once what it was. She rubbed her cheek on it. Soooo silky soft! Melanie suddenly needed to hold the little card tightly to her heart. She beamed her thoughts out to wherever he was: 'Thank you too! Thank you so much!'\n\nShe took a deep breath to steady herself.\n\nThen she lowered herself down into her chair. She'd done this hundreds of times. Not scary at all. Once she was back in her seat, the cozy familiarity of it made her smile. She looked at the little card again. Very carefully, she tucked it into her wallet, then safely into her skirt pocket. The blindfold, she considered balling up into her pocket too, but then got a much better idea. She bunched up her hair and tied it around for a ponytail. She craned her neck up over the counter to see the mirror from her seated position. She gave her hair a swish and the ends of the red cloth followed like kite tails. Gorgeous!\n\nMelanie checked the time on her phone. Her eyebrows went up in surprise when she saw that her whole escapade had lasted not much longer than an hour. She made a 'how about that' noise. Then she patted her armrest. \"C'mon, chair. We might still have time to win Daddy a souvenir before we have to catch the bus.\"\n\nShe wheeled herself out into the quiet hallways of the bank, and was very relieved to find the side door wasn't locked.\n\n\n\n The End\n for now...\n\n\n\n\nY.M.M.A.S.A.T.F.\nStarted 12/19/2017, Finished 01/07/2018", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "You May Meet A Stranger At The Fair
a Melanie Hartwood tale
by Alex Reynard

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Winter had come and gone without much snow. Sure there were a few prized afternoons where enough white accumulated for the neighborhood kids to make a snowman with, or run around pelting their pals with frozen missiles. But for the most part the season was frustration-free for drivers and disappointing for cubs looking to make some money shoveling sidewalks. Spring had barged its way in with impatience. And this led to the city planners' decision to schedule the annual Spring Bloom carnival a month early. And when the weekend of the event  rolled around, the weather was happy to cooperate.

It was March 28th and young Melanie Hartwood was enraptured by the sounds and smells of the fair for the second day in a row. Yesterday the little vixen had gone with Daddy and Aaron and Sasha and Sasha's Mommy and Daddy and had stayed all afternoon into the evening. It had been an absolute blast! Her wheelchair had been hardly an impediment, as either Aaron or Daddy was always there to lift her up and into the rides. Drawing on her skill with her racing chair, she'd wreaked absolute havoc at the bumper cars, slamming her bunny boyfriend nineteen times total (then making up for it with some extra cuddles on the ferris wheel). She hadn't done very well at any of the midway games, but Sasha did well enough in the ring toss to win a plastic kaleidoscope. The proud lizardette said she'd developed 'baby brother reflexes'. Melanie imagined her having to dodge blocks and handfuls of baby food. Even with all the excitement of the games, rides, performers and eats, one of Melanie's favorite moments had simply been when Daddy hefted her up onto his shoulders for a piggyback ride. For once, she got to be taller than everyone else. It felt like she was up almost as high as the ferris wheel. Her wagging tail had probably messed up the hairdos of several people walking behind her.

And the capper on such a perfect day was that she came home dry! She hadn't needed to change her diaper all afternoon! Daddy and her friends congratulated her on this. With all the jostling on the rides, she'd thought it was a safe prediction she'd end up soaked.

She'd had so much fun at the fair in fact, the next morning she'd begged Daddy to let her come back for a second helping. He'd said sadly that he had to pick up supplies at the home improvement store so he couldn't spare the time. Disappointment made the young fox pout. But then an impossibly bold idea struck her. "Could I just... go by myself?"

She'd watched a momentary protective impulse of 'HELL NO!' flash by in Daddy's expression, until he calmed himself and gave it some thought. He mulled it over. Melanie fidgeted in anticipation. Daddy asked if she had enough money. She said she had plenty of allowance. He asked how she'd get downtown. She said she remembered the bus schedules just fine from when they'd go together. He asked if she had extra pullups if case of an accident. No, she corrected. Even though the lighter padding was fine for school, now that her incontinence was doing better, she still thought a full diaper was a safer bet for the excitement and jostling of a carnival. Daddy nodded, impressed by her forethought. Lastly, he asked if she'd have any appetite for dinner after all that fair food. "Probably not," she conceded with a lick of her lips. It was this little bit of honesty that finally convinced him. His daughter was no fragile flower, and he remembered being young and the thrill of being allowed his own independence."Okay, dandelion, you can go." Melanie had shrieked in happiness and hugged him so hard she spilled cereal in his lap.

The nice bus driver bear had recognized her and asked 'Where's your dad?' Melanie said with pride she was by herself. The mechanical chair lift seemed to take even longer than usual, but then she was paying her fare just like a grownup, taking her seat, belting herself down, and off they sailed.

After a fidgety ride, she was finally watching the bus drive away, leaving her by herself on the corner. She felt like an astronaut on a spacewalk, untethered from her ship. Nervousness and joy burst into blossom in her heart. She was HERE! Just her and her wheelchair! She had the whole Spring Bloom all to herself! The earsplitting boom of the carnival's music and screams was exciting enough, but added to it was the trembling liberation of being all on her own. Sure, she played outside all the time. Sure, she'd gone across town to visit her friends' houses plenty. But this was somehow a world apart. There was no adult supervision this time. Not even any accompanying friends. Some part of her couldn't believe she'd really asked to go, and had actually been hoping Daddy would deny her permission. But now that fear was moot. The wheels had already been set in motion.

Food was her number one priority. At the center of the fair yesterday had been a huge wagon train of food trucks, all wafting out mouth-watering smells. There had been so many choices, Melanie had gotten overwhelmed and just defaulted to a cheeseburger and fries. She'd regretted the decision immediately (even though the burger was quite good, if drippy). 'Today is for being bold!' she told herself. She was gonna try all the things she'd wanted to eat the day before and make a total swine of herself. She giggled, imagining herself with a pink piggy snout and a curly tail.

The colors surrounding her were like looking through Sasha's kaleidoscope. Curly-lettered midway signs, screaming sideshow posters, juggling rainbow clowns. The rollercoaster, the ferris wheel and the elevator drop on the other side of the grounds all rose up towards the sky like giant steel dragons. Even just the multicolored outfits of the crowd were exciting. Lots of short sleeves today, even some ladies in just tube tops and sports bras. Melanie admired that they were being bold too. And like yesterday, everyone was pretty good about giving her room to maneuver. There were lots of backs to crane her neck around, like always, and plenty of elbow bumping, but for the most part people were polite and let her scoot where she pleased. Although she'd nearly done a nosedive when a stampede of toddlers holding giant cotton candy cones had all run right in front of her and she'd had to screech her wheels to a stop with her paws.

Melanie passed through the vendors' alley, going slow so she could look at all the folk art and handcrafts. Pretty necklaces, goofy animal garden sculptures, miniature standees of comic book characters. Neat stuff. All the price tags made her 'yikes' though. The petite blonde pup puttered on through. Soon the smells of food wagons hit her pointy vixen nose. 'Ohhh, I'm gonna get so fat!' she thought with a grin. 'Maybe I can just roll home without my chair. ' She snickered.

Food was calling, but she couldn't resist one pit stop first. Yesterday she hadn't had time to get her face painted, but today she had all afternoon! She waited patiently in line, looking at all the designs on the display board. Two otter brothers before her both got half-skulls, each mirroring the other. A teenage llama girl got butterfly wings. When it was Melanie's turn, she stuttered a bit before finally deciding against the bunny on her cheek. (She could tell Aaron later she'd gotten that one instead!) Melanie sat still and closed her eyes while the matronly bat danced her magic paintbrush all around Melanie's face. The lady's soothing voice, the soft brush, the watery smell of the paint... It was all tremendously relaxing. Melanie felt pleasurable tingles around the back of her head. She didn't want this to end! But eventually the bat said she was done and Melanie's bubble of calmness popped. There wasn't time to be disappointed though, because one look in the mirror and her tail was wagging. She now had a gold-trimmed green-and-purple-checkered harlequin mask around her eyes. So gorgeous! She'd fit right in at Mardi Gras! Melanie gave the bat lady a hug in thanks (careful to angle her face away from smearing) and paid with a tip for such a lovely experience.

Now it was time to chow down! Part of why Melanie had decided on a half-mask was that it wasn't a design that would get ruined by eating. And Melanie planned to EAT AS MUCH AS SHE WANTED today. Grinning hugely, she zoomed towards the snack wagons.

While other kids rode up and down and all around until they barfed, Melanie waited in a half dozen lines for over an hour. It would be worth it though, she knew. 'And this would be so much worse if I had to stand up the whole time!' she thought. The aromas from each purchase her mouth water more and more. Everything was expensive, but Daddy gave her a good wage for her chores. She didn't think about the money. This would be an experience. She'd heard once that those were worth more than anything else money could buy. Just before paying the humongous broad-shouldered coyote at the enchilada truck, it occurred to her that it might have been a not-so-smart move to eat so much before going on rides. 'Hmm. Well... I did enough rides yesterday, right? Maybe I'll just wander around and look at stuff.' She giggled. 'I'll be so full, they'll need a forklift to get me on anything anyway!'

Finally the waiting was done. Balancing all of her various trays and plates, Melanie maneuvered carefully to the herd of wooden picnic tables. Most of the seats were taken, but one advantage of a wheelchair was that she never needed a seat: she just parked herself at the end of a table and scooted in. She found a spot opposite from where a possum family was pigging out. All of them were almost exactly the same amount of overweight, she noticed. The mom's bikini top looked like it was about to snap and go flying. Melanie hid an evil chuckle behind a sneeze.

The young gourmet spread her feast out before her: Two battered catfish fillets with hot sauce. One alligator kebab with roasted peppers. One bottle of Mexican honeyed rice drink. A small basket of deep-fried pickles. A fudge-dipped shortbread cookie. And an elephant ear with cinnamon sugar and strawberries. 'Some carnival food is too classic to pass up,' she acknowledged.

First was the sip of Horchata. "Ooh!" Subtly sweet and cinnamon-y. Yum! Next a pickle. Texture was a bit weird, and it was sour enough to make her head spin, but she thought she could get used to these real quick. She'd save the cookie for last, but took a nibble of the elephant ear next. She smiled. Crackly; doughy; classic. Warily she eyed the catfish and alligator. They'd smelled amazing, but now she was having second thoughts about putting a whiskered fish or a giant lizard in her mouth. Then decisively, she swept her hesitation away. 'No! Today's for being bold!' She picked up the catfish, dunked it in the hot sauce and took a bite. WOO-WEE! Fiery enough to blast her ears off! She could feel her whiskers standing straight up! It was definitely flavorful though. A second bite without the sauce was much more pleasant. There was a gritty, savory quality she'd never tasted in fish before. 'Now for a bite of gator.' It was as tough as leather! After gnawing a chunk away, she was surprised that it tasted almost exactly like white meat chicken. But really dense. She imagined a chicken working out and getting huge muscles. She snerked and sipped more rice drink.

She'd glorped too much of the syrupy strawberries on her elephant ear and had to scrape some off, and its sheer size was clearly going to defeat her. She decided to save the remaining half for later, and instead reserved the last bit of room in her belly for the cookie. It was an absolutely luscious finisher. The dark fudge and light shortbread danced around one another rather than blending into a single taste.

All in all it was a fantastic meal. Some of it was more interesting than good, but she didn't regret a bit of it. She thought she might ask Daddy if he could cook up some catfish for dinner sometime. And she'd be sure to tell Sasha tomorrow that now she knew what reptiles tasted like. So her lizard pal had better watch out! 'Knowing her, she'd probably offer up her brother for me to munch on instead!' she giggled.

Melanie clapped her paws to her muzzle to muffle a tremendous belcheroo. She glanced around but no one had heard it. And she winced because it tasted like chocolate, fish and pickles all at once. She stuck out her tongue. 'I hope I don't throw up for real!' she worried. Not only would that be super-gross, but she'd have wasted all her money. 'Maybe I'll just sit here for a while and let this junk digest.' Patting her tummy felt like poking an active volcano, so a time-out was very likely a good idea.

She leaned back in her chair, letting out a 'good food' sigh. She felt like a packed suitcase. 'I guess Daddy can heat up a can of soup or something for himself tonight, because there is no way I'll want any dinner after this.' She was not normally an overeater. Sometimes even picky. But on certain occasions it was tradition. Thanksgiving. Christmas dinner. A carnival.

She smiled warmly. 'Maybe I'll bring back Daddy a souvenir for letting me come.' He'd been noticeably more willing lately to let her explore grownup things, and a warm flush came to her cheeks as she realized why that might be. It had started around the time they had first yiffed.

Melanie had known since she was much younger that it was terribly naughty for cubs to have a crush on their Daddies. But Melanie's father was not only caring, kind and fun, he was extra, extra handsome. Strong enough to lift her up with one hand. When he'd come home from work he was sometimes embarrassed to be all dirty 'n sweaty, and Melanie sometimes teasingly asked him if he worked on a pig farm. But the truth was, seeing him like that sent a thrill through her all the way from her heart to her cunny. His musky fox odor was comforting in the way a well-worn blanket was.

Melanie had discovered the power and joy of physical closeness the year before when her wonderful teacher, Mr. Van, had awakened new, irresistible feelings in her. Despite how completely, ridiculously, impossibly wrong it was, she had exposed her heart to him. And more than that. They had touched many, many times since then. She'd yiffed the daylights out of Aaron too. Even had some intimate moments with Sasha. Her love was so big, she wanted to share herself with all of them, and them with her. Sometimes she wished she could yiff all her classmates, and her physical therapist, and all of Daddy's co-workers, and just everyone in the whole wide world!

(That thought reminded her of a particularly fond memory. She'd gone over to Mr. Van's house together with Aaron twice during the chilly winter. They had all shared the grownup wolf's huge bed. Magically warm! And so naughty to be sandwiched between two hot guys in just her nighttime pullup. She loved how big her bunnybeau's eyes got when he watched their handsome teacher kissing his girlfriend. Melanie had even gotten the two of them to kiss once! The boys blushed and acted all embarrassed afterwards, but Melanie still pawed off to the image at least once a week.)

So many lovers, but she had to hide it all from Daddy. Had to keep her lusty heartbeat quiet when he was around. Had to not breathe too fast when he hugged or kissed her.

Last January, she couldn't take it anymore.

She planned everything out very carefully. One night when the temperature was supposed to plunge to the bottom of the thermometer, she suggested they get a bunch of blankets and wrap themselves up on the couch together. Watch a movie as a daddy-daughter burrito. He said that sounded perfect. They looked through their DVD shelf and nothing seemed thrilling, but after checking the TV listings they found a sci-fi flick they were both interested in. Melanie barely remembered the movie itself. Her attention was elsewhere the entire time.

Daddy stretched himself out on the couch, and then she'd spooned up to him, back to front. He bundled them up in the blankets til she felt like a happy little flower under a sunlamp. As the movie began, only their clothes separated them. Melanie wiggled strategically, just a bit at a time. Just enough to get her blouse and Daddy's sweater to ride up so their fur would touch. She could feel his every breath press against her back. Her pussy felt like it was pounding in time with her heartbeat.

The movie continued, and Melanie continued ignoring it. She lifted her tail and squirmed it around beneath the blanket so it poked up. She let Daddy use it for a pillow. They'd often share their tails like this and she knew he liked it. But more importantly, it meant her padded tush and his jeans-clad crotch were next-door neighbors now.

Slowly, so he wouldn't notice it at first, she began to 'accidentally' brush her bottom against his package.

Her heart was thundering. Terrified he might toss the blankets off and call her a bad girl and demand she go to her room. But he didn't. Glancing at his reflection whenever the TV went dark for a moment, she saw that he looked conflicted. Holding back. Like trying to stifle a sneeze. 'He likes it. But he won't say anything because he wouldn't want to weird me out. He doesn't know I'm doing it on purpose.' After several more 'accidental' nudges, she held her breath and just pushed back against him. Not too hard. But even through her pullup she could definitely feel his cock as hard as timber. She slotted it right between her buttcheeks like a puzzle piece.

She felt him twitch all over. But he didn't make a move to push her away. When she saw another reflection, he looked utterly terrified.

'Oh, Daddy! Don't worry! You're not doing anything bad. I am,' she thought devilishly. In the sauna-warmth of their blanket fort, she backed up even more, crushing herself against his unmistakable erection. 'He's probably really glad for his pants zipper right now.' She could hear the tiny crinkle from the plastic around her waist. It wasn't time yet to engage Phase 2. For now she just kept up a steady pressure. Holding Daddy's bulge with her butt like a hotdog in a bun. Letting him enjoy it. A comfy cushion.

About twenty minutes passed. Enough time for him to relax some, to think that it was just by chance. It meant nothing. 'Phase 2 deploying,' Melanie decided. She'd been holding it back for a while now until the time was right. With her unreliable plumbing that took some real effort (and luck). Now, she released. Even with the movie blaring, they could both hear the tiny, tiny trickling sound as it began. Melanie shivered blissfully. She let her pee flow. Hot and wet. Splashing in her pullup. Very naughty. Once again she was glad to see that Daddy didn't jump up, fling the covers off and rush her to the bathroom. He acted like nothing had changed. He stared straight ahead at the TV. Melanie giggled silently. 'Sorry to torture you, Daddy, but I have to get you so horny you'll agree to my eeeevil plan!' She realized that, years ago, when Daddy had stopped changing her diapers for her, it wasn't just because she was growing up and could do it for herself. He stopped because it was improper for a Daddy to be so close to his young daughter's...parts. Melanie thought back to the few magical times when she'd been in the shower and he'd come in to pee. Her wishing he'd pull the curtain aside and direct his honey-colored stream right at her fur. If she was aroused by the thought of his pee, then maybe he would like hers as well. 'Mr. Van sure does!'

When the movie was over, Melanie yawned. She stretched, making sure to brush her bountiful buttery hair all in Daddy's face. "Looks like I'm wet. I hadn't noticed," she lied blatantly. "Do you think you could change me, Daddy?"

This was the moment. Would he refuse? Tell her she was being a baby for asking? Or worse, guess what she was up to and scold her for trying to tempt him? Maybe ship her off to Bible camp?

Daddy hesitated for quite a long time. She heard his mouth open and close; his breathing quicken. "Um... Sure, Buttercup. Yeah, I can do that if you're too tired. That's fine."

Melanie's heart soared! She and Daddy needed a few moments to get untangled from the blankets before they could get up, but after the great escape, he lifted her into his strong foxy clutch and carried her to her bedroom.

There was a plastic sheet she used just for light nighttime changes. As Daddy set her down on it, Melanie noticed the outline of his cock straining like a caged bull against his denim. 'Good! Maybe I'll even get to see it!' Moving very cautiously, almost dazedly, Daddy pulled down her pants. The smell of foxpee hit their noses. Melanie kept very still. She gazed up at him expectantly. Daddy gulped and opened her diaper. He looked for just a second at her fuzzy wet cunny, then shut his eyes tight and looked away. Melanie was having none of that. Steadying her nerve, she suddenly sat up and swiftly touched her muzzle to his in a sweet kiss.

He pulled away, shocked, and stumbled on the carpet. Melanie had to grab his paw in both of hers to steady him. "Melanie! What are y-"

Locking eyes with him, she said very clearly, "I meant to do every bit of it, Daddy."

He froze, staring at her.

She went on. "Rubbing up against you. Getting you hard. Even peeing. I wanted to make you feel so good you'd burst." She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it gently, almost reverently. "Because I love you, Daddy."

He swallowed, hard. "W-we can't..."

"Why not?" she asked pointedly. She directed her attention down to his crotch. "You want to."

Randall Hartwood backed up with clumsy steps. "I d-d-don't-!"

But Melanie corrected him. "You do. I do too. You're the greatest Daddy in the world. I've always loved you. And you've made my heart flutter for a long, long time. Let's stop pretending, okay?"

He stared at her like a man holding himself back from changing into a monster under the full moon.

She gave him her most pixyish smile. "Don't you want to change my pretty white diaper, Daddy?"

"Oh Jesus CHRIST," he bellowed, and dove at her. The bed creaked from the impact. Daddy clutched her tight in his arms. Melanie swooned. The diaper got bunched up between the two of them. He kissed her all over her face, ears and hair. Savagely. He was like a werewolf, she thought, and her excitement rose so pitched she thought her heart might burst.

In between his feral kisses he mumbled half-formed sentences. "...we can't... we shouldn't... I love you too much... my sweet girl... I'd never hurt you..."

"You won't," she whispered to him. "I know you won't. I want this."

He looked at her with tears in his eyes, his emotions tearing him apart down the middle.

Trembling, she leaned in to lick his nosepad. "We need rules, I know. And we can talk about it at breakfast tomorrow. I've thought this all out. And we won't do anything to hurt each other. Not ever. We can talk about it tomorrow. But right now, I want us to just do whatever we want."

He was breathing so hard his entire chest heaved in and out like a piston. There was hesitation. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind. His face reflected a thousand emotions. He shut his eyes for a moment. Very quietly he said, "You have thought this all out, haven't you? Because you're my little indestructible bulldozer, and you always get what you set your mind on. You've really, really been wanting this for years, haven't you?"

She nuzzled his cheek. "Absolutely."

He cupped the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. He mumbled something that it took her a few seconds to realize was, 'I'm gonna get dragged to Hell for this, aren't I?'

"No you won't, Daddy," Melanie breathed. "We'll go to Heaven together. I love you. I promise I do."

With a sigh, he gave in. She felt it. All the tension in his limbs relaxed like melting butter. "And I promise you too. I love you. I promise, my angel."

"Oh, Daddy!"

Melanie's little bed could barely withstand the events that happened next.

Heck, Melanie could barely remember them. Over the night, she and Daddy had regressed to nonevs. Barking. Biting. Tails whipping back and forth. Somehow they'd gotten all their clothes off. Daddy had plunged his muzzle into her soaked little pussy and devoured it. Melanie almost broke all the windows with her shriek. She nearly clawed his pants to ribbons getting his zipper down, and when his cock popped out it slapped her right across the nose. He was mortified and was about to apologize, when her kisses all along its length shut him right the fuck up. There was no actual penetration that night; Daddy knew that would be going too far. But there was a heck of a lot of touching, grabbing, kissing, sucking, rubbing, sniffing, nibbling and throaty, breathless 'I love you's.

Daddy nearly had a heart attack when he woke up the next morning and realized he was in her bed.

He somehow vaulted backwards out of it and thudded on the floor, making the whole room shake and the lamp fall over. Melanie was instantly awake after a noise like that. And, seeing her father's mounting panic, she crawled her way out of the bed over to him as fast as she could with her lazy ol' legs. She patted his cheeks and told him over and over that he hadn't hurt her. Not one bit. That she loved him forever, to the moon and back. That last night had been wonderful. That she wanted so many more nights like that. She touched his chest and could feel his heart slamming against her palm. She continued to talk low and reassuring, giving him little kisses on his lips whenever he tried to contradict her.

Eventually they got up, and got dressed, and they went together to the breakfast table. Their cereal got cold and mushy that morning, but they talked for almost four straight hours. Needless to say, Daddy faked a cough and called in sick that day.

He'd been pretty shy for several weeks afterwards. So she did her best to be patient. Gently coaxing him and teasing him, reassuring him as much as he needed that she was really, seriously okay with this. He'd been worried their relationship would change to something unrecognizable. She said she didn't see why that should be. Remembering the ground rules that Mr. Van had set with her, she told him they could promise to never use this against one another as punishment. She'd never threaten 'no more yiffy stuff' if he grounded her, and he'd never do the same. "Of course," he instantly agreed. Then, stammering a bit, he introduced her to the concept of safewords. She thought it sounded like a very useful idea, and asked if he'd come up with it himself. Daddy laughed, shook his head, and mentioned vaguely that he and Mom had been rather 'active' before they made Melanie. She leaned forward and pressed him for details, imaging her parents doing all sorts of kinky fun things. That was a bit too much for him though.

"Maybe when you're a lot older," he'd said.

"Or maybe after we've already done the same stuff together?" she teased. If he'd been eating his cereal he would have shot it out his nose.

Of course, when she began to tell him details about how she'd come to her decision, she had to pull him back to the table to stop him from driving across town to castrate Mr. VanKressler with a jackhammer. Given that Melanie had been the one to seduce him, he eventually conceded that maybe she'd done the same with her teacher. Randall had to admit, there was always love in her voice when she talked about her teacher. And sincere caring in his as well; it was impossible to think of him as some soulless corrupter. And, Melanie scooted closer to rub on his boner while asking, wasn't it really hot to imagine the tall, dark wolf doing lewd things to his sweet little daughter? Daddy bit his lip. In her sweetest voice she recounted some of those lewd things. In great detail. All the while her paw moved steadily up and down Daddy's groin, until he shuddered all over and she felt something sticky leaking through the fabric. Melanie vividly remembered him clutching at his hair, moaning, "Holy hell, dumpling, how the fuck did you get so GOOD at this!?"

He'd really blown his top when she told him about Aaron and Sasha. She even told him about some of her crazy wet dreams. Like being ravaged by her wheelchair and eaten by her diaper. And her insane day at school where he'd screwed her in front of the whole class and Mr. Van had used the magic showerhead to give her a mermaid tail. Daddy had to ask how in the world such ideas got into a grade-schooler's head. "Some from Aaron. Mostly from the internet," she admitted.

This did not surprise him. "I should throw that computer out the window."

She tickled his chin with her tail. "But it's so useful for my making-Daddy-horny ideas!"

Back in the present, Melanie reflected on the similarities between the satisfying after-feeling of a delicious meal, and the similar feeling after a good cuddle. Her home life wasn't a whirlwind of mad fucking now, but that was okay. She didn't need it to be. It was bliss just having her and Daddy's desires out in the open. There were a lot more small signals of affection between them now. Nibble kisses. Tail-brushing. Backrubs. And he admitted that, yes, it did drive him wild to change her pretty white diapers.

(Aaron would do so too if necessity called, Sasha didn't mind at all, and of course Mr. Van loved to. Between the four of them, Melanie had once gone a whole week without changing her own!)

The thought of diapers reminded Melanie that her innards had been making an awful lot of noise recently. Her festival of flavors was now a sludgey soup in her tummy. And as sometimes happened after a particularly big meal, the incoming stuff was putting pressure on the outgoing stuff. Melanie groaned as she sat up. She definitely had to unload some cargo. While she'd been reminiscing, she'd been idly picking at her elephant ear, and was surprised to find she'd reduced the remaining portion by half. Even as full as she still felt, she kinda wanted to finish it off. But a gurgling from her lower regions told her that defecation would have to come first.

She looked all around for toilets. On the far edge of the food court there were porta-potties, but the line for them was ridiculous. The powder-blue butt-booths were probably horrendous inside anyway. Melanie had always harbored a phobia of falling into that obscene blue slime at the bottom. Yee-echhh!! 'Although, what other choice do I have?' She reached down to her wheels to unlatch the brakes. She looked at the line again, dreading it. 'What if I don't make it? What if I sit and wait and wait and wait over there and just end up pooping myself anyway?'

'You can do that right now if you want,' another part of her said.

All her thoughts ground to a screeching halt.

Oh geez, she could. She could. She was wearing a diaper after all. It was definitely an option.

'But that's gross!' she protested. 'And it wouldn't be an accident. I know I've got time to get to the potties, and the line wouldn't be THAT long. Look, I can see it moving already.'

Besides, only bad little foxes pooped in their diapers.

Her cheeks flushed. 'Stop that, Me.' She had spent her whole childhood being called names and laughed at for her incontinence, and she hated it. But now that she was away from her bullies, she'd found that being teased could be fun, if it was meant playfully and came from someone she trusted. Even embarrassment could feel nice sometimes. The thought of letting go in her diapers right here and now was definitely embarrassing.

'But there's so many people around! Look at them!' Actually, none of them really seemed to be paying attention to her. Everyone else had food to concentrate on, or carnival activities to plan. 'B-but it'll stink,' she argued. It certainly would. But there were so many other smells at the carnival, maybe no one would notice.

She grunted as her guts rolled over. They were about to make the decision for her if she waffled much longer.

Melanie looked again at the porta-potty line. She thought about that nasty blue water. She looked down at the remaining quarter of elephant ear on her paper plate. Cinnamon-sugar sprinkled all around it. Gooey strawberries. 'I'd have to toss that out if I went to the potties. Someone else would anyway if I left it here. And I'm not gonna take it in there with me to get all contaminated.'

Melanie was quivering. 'Oh crap, am I really gonna do this?' Her bowels rumbled again.

'I could. I could just sit here and relax, and... And poop. Do a number two. Right here in my diaper like a little baby.' She blushed. 'Like a dirty little babyvix. A big stinky poopy. That's bad. Only bad girls poop in their diapers.'

Her cunny was being a complete traitor by getting all tingly at these thoughts.

'Bad stinky girl,' she thought to herself. 'Oh I'm so bad. Daddy should spank me for even thinking about it. Maybe he will. Maybe he won't even wait to change me. Maybe he'll just flip me over and spank me right on my bad little messy hiney.' A shiver ran through her. 'Oh jeez!' There was no resisting the impulse now. The turd train was comin' down the tracks. 'I guess I could pretend it's an accident,' she thought. But she knew that was a lie. The truth was that she was going to sit here and do nothing as she made a smelly mess right in her wheelchair seat like a bad baby.

Melanie fought valiantly to keep up a poker face as she tooted and the first little bit came sliding out of her.

She crossed her arms and tried to rest her chin nonchalantly on them. She leaned forward, giving herself a bit more room in her diaper. 'What if it leaks? What if it squishes out and comes running down my legs, and everyone sees it and laughs at me?' Her cheeks felt like branding irons. 'What if it's just like that time when Tucker knocked me over in my bulldozer costume and threw a diaper at me and everyone saw?'

Her cunny twitched.

'Oh you STOP that!!' she shouted at herself. 'That is NOT a sexy memory!'

'Though why not? That was the time when everyone found out you wear diapers. That you're a naughty bad girl bedwetter who wears diapers.'

Ohhhh no. Her breathing was speeding up. Daddy would sometimes tease her by whispering to her, 'My little bedwetter.' Melanie pretended to hate it and gave him little weak kicks with her right leg, but that awful word actually turned her on a ton. And hadn't she wet the bed on purpose lots of times? Didn't it feel amazingly sexy? Curled up all warm and cozy and dozy, relaxing her muscles and letting loose? Hadn't she done it with Sasha too? Snuggling and peeing together on their sleepover?

'But this is poop! And it's not in my bed, it's in public! Where everyone can see me!!'

It was definitely coming out now. Stretching her tailhole wide. About the consistency of half-melted chocolate. The smell reached her nose. A dark brown odor that was soooo bad. And dirty. And naughty.

'I can't believe I'm doing this.'

Melanie picked up the last of her elephant ear and used it as subterfuge. If she looked like she was busy finishing it, maybe no one would notice her being dirty. She leaned forward, lifting a cheek off her seat so her BM could slide out easier. Her heart was pounding. The poop stretched her tiny tight anus quite wide. It felt good. It felt satisfying. There was definitely an intensely pleasurable relief that came from a good dump. Especially when she'd been holding it in and she got to the seat just in time. Or like when she'd been sitting on Mr. Van's lap and-

She'd almost forgotten about that.

That time had actually been an accident. They'd been playing after school. She was perched all snuggly in his lap, diddling herself while he graded papers and acted like she wasn't there. Like she was an invisible ghost, pleasuring herself in his lap while he was unaware. That was hot enough by itself, but watching him keep up the act was hot too. He was really good at keeping his expression stoic, but his posture was rock-rigid. And so was the bump in her seat. And then she'd had to ruin it all by letting her guard down and splorching in her panties. She'd yelped and Mr. Van thought it was part of the game at first until she said she'd had an accident and then he was picking her up and trying to get the changing mat on his desk without dropping her and the whole thing was just ridiculous. She'd wanted to shrivel up and vanish from the shame. But he'd told her he honestly didn't mind a bit.

"Because you love me so much?" she said softly.

He grinned. "No, because I am a complete pervert," he replied brightly. She blew a raspberry at him.

Melanie let out little gasping breaths. Her poop was thick as mud. Speeding out of her like fat kids down a waterslide. Filling up her padding. 'There's too much! I'm going to have to squash it down to make room for it all!' Eeeewwww! That would be gross. Or hot. Maybe both. Having to sit and flatten her stinky mess so all the hundreds of people around her wouldn't realize what a dirty pup she was.

So Melanie sat down hard, trying to bend the poop to make room in her diapers. More came barging out. 'This is gonna weigh more than I do when I'm done!!' she worried. Thankfully the solid stuff was mostly out of her now and the rest of it felt like cake frosting. She leaned forward even more, trying to look like she was REALLY enjoying her dessert. She squoze her eyes shut and clenched with her butt-muscles. It was an avalanche! 'How can something so bad feel so good!?' It was stretching her hole like when Daddy or Mr. Van would stick their fingers up in there. (Neither had ever put their wieners in her butthole. Yet. Though her dump was so big that size might not be a concern if they ever did.) It felt like a pumpkin pushing its way through a sock. Melanie imagined her butt all blown up and blackened like a cartoon explosion. And whew! Super-smelly! She wrinkled her nose. How could anyone else not notice this? Why weren't people fleeing away from her in droves? 'Maybe I'm just hypersensitive to it 'cause I'm so scared of getting caught.' Glancing around, it did seem like everyone was still busy not noticing her. She was running out of elephant ear though. She chewed another bite and swallowed. It felt bizarre having stuff go in and stuff come out at the same time. She licked cinnamon-sugar off her lips.

'My diaper's gonna be soooo packed,' she thought. 'But then, that's what it's made for. Just such an occasion. A great big doodoo mess. A poop mountain. Extra-absorbent protection for dirty bad girls named Melanie who pee in their beds and poop on their teacher.' She was gonna have to put a paw in her panties soon if she kept having thoughts like this. Her little heart fluttered like a canary in a cage.

Eventually the last plops slid out. Melanie tensed for a few moments, pushing so hard her cheeks hurt. Just to make sure it was all over. But it was. 'Finally!!' It felt like she'd been pooping for weeks. Months. Like she'd unloaded the Himalayas into her padding. But she knew it wasn't really that much or for that long. Everything just felt magnified because of where she was. Another side-to-side glance to be sure she'd gotten away with it. Some other kid caught her eye for a second and she froze. But he'd just been looking at the food trucks and their gazes had happened to intersect.

Melanie exhaled. She was still propped up on the table by her arms. She knew she'd have to sit down someday. She couldn't hold herself up like this forever. Grimacing, she eased her weight down onto her seat. 'EEEEEWWWW!!' It felt like sinking into quicksand! 'Oh hell oh damn I hope it doesn't squirt out!' But it seemed to be staying put. At least for now. She was doubly-super-extra glad she'd had the foresight to not wear a pullup today. Her poop would have annihilated it. 'Good little diaper,' she thought with gratitude. 'Just keep holding it all in until I can get somewhere and get changed. Until I-'

She blanked. Where exactly was she going to go to get changed?

She felt the blood drain from her face. 'Hadn't thought that far ahead, didja?' her brain taunted. She craned her neck all around. The carnival was taking place in the middle of downtown. The streets were blocked and the shops were closed for the weekend. The only bathroomesque place anywhere nearby was the porta-potties, and there was absolutely no room in there to maneuver a clean diaper onto herself, much less fish a soiled one out from beneath her.

'No, no, no, no! Oh Melanie, you screwed up so bad!' Her jaw trembled and her teeth chattered. 'I'm gonna have to ride the bus home like this! Everyone will smell me!!' She popped the last bit of elephant ear in her mouth; in for a penny, in for a pound. She didn't even taste it. She started dreaming up increasingly-ridiculous scenarios for where she could change herself. 'Maybe there's some bushes I could go behind. Or in the gondola of the ferris wheel? Why not just climb up on the table and do it here? Let everyone see your big poopy mess! Then they can all laugh at stinky Melanie!'

Her cunny was still throbbing, almost sore. The embarrassment was serious now, but also still undeniably hot. The fact that she had no easy way out, that she was trapped in her poop, was somehow making the situation even hotter. There was no chance to get out of this without some big deal humiliation. Part of her wanted it. Her mind flashed the image of her frantically wheeling herself towards the potties, her wheels catching on a curb, and her chair tipping her out right onto the ground. Her skirt would flip up and her big, white, squishy bottom would point straight up in the air. Someone would point and shout, "Look at the dirty diaperbutt! PEE-YEW!" Melanie's cheeks felt like little furnaces. She was trying so hard to think of ways to get herself out of this situation, so why did part of her want it to get even worse?

She closed her eyes and sat up straight. This made her mess ooze around her cheeks and just far enough up to touch her cunny (which felt simultaneously supergross and superamazing). She tried to ignore it. 'Okay. I gotta get myself under control. It's hot to think about this getting even more embarrassing for me, but I don't really want that. I don't. So... allright. Think, Melanie. I'm smart,' she told herself, and felt proud that her heart knew it wasn't just flattery. 'I can get myself out of this. Quietly and unseen. Well, maybe not totally unseen. Someone's definitely gonna see me. Or more likely smell me. But if I can scoot out of here fast enough, I'll pass by and they'll just think it's a fart. A reeeeeally bad fart. There's gotta be SOMEthing open around here. Some restaurant maybe. Anywhere with a public restroom. If I just stay cool and act like nothing's wrong I can go-"

Melanie was jerked out of her thoughts when her wheelchair was jerked backwards.

"HEY! What!?"

For a second she thought she was rolling loose. She had unlocked her brakes a moment ago. But then she turned slightly and she realized someone was behind her, moving her chair!

Before the other furson could speak a word, Melanie babbled out. "I'm sorry! Was I blocking something? Did I spend too long here? Are you security? I'll move! I can do it myself!" All the time thinking, 'Oh shit, they'll smell me for sure!!'

The voice that replied sounded perfectly unruffled. "No need to fret. You've done nothing wrong." It was a guy. Light accent. Sounded kinda nice. He continued turning her chair till it cleared the table, then began maneuvering her past the others and out of the food court. "I just thought you looked like you could use a bit of help."

Melanie was sure her whole head was turning cherry red from the embarrassment. "Okay. Um. Thank you? But I can push my chair myself. And it has batteries anyway. Thanks, but I don't need you to drive me." She turned her head to get a look at this 'helpful' stranger, but didn't want to angle her whole body lest it squirt her chocolate frosting out the sides. All she could see was a coal-furred paw holding her chair's handle. Slender fingers. An orange-furred arm leading up to a baggy white t-shirt and a face completely shadowed by a beachcomber's hat. Behind him, a bobbing squirrel's tail.

He kept on pushing her along at the same steady pace, skillfully avoiding other carnival-goers and tables. His calm voice was clear enough to carry over the raucous noise of the fair. "It's no trouble at all."

A portion of Melanie's embarrassment became anger then. She'd encountered these types before. Fursons who took pity on her and just HAD to assist her. So they could feel like a saint, giving aid to the poor helpless cripple girl. "Excuse me, I said that you don't need to," she told him in her firmest voice. "Please stop. I can do it myself."

His reply startled her. "And what if I don't want to?"

Melanie felt a chill. The voice was playful, but conveyed that this was no misunderstanding. This furson knew exactly what they were doing. And she had no idea why. "Let me go right now," she said. She'd meant to sound assertive, but it came out a squeak.

Casually he replied. She could hear the smile in his voice. "Well now, I don't think I'll be doing that. I was watching you the whole time, and if I'm not mistaken, I think a certain little lady's had a disaster in her panties. I think I'm right about that. You put on a lovely show. And my nose offers inculpatory evidence of the fact."

Melanie was struck petrified. She envisioned her blood turning cold like ice-covered plumbing. He knew. He knew about her mess. Holy hell, what was he planning to do with her? She tried to think of anything to say back, but all she could manage was a defensive, "Not panties. I have a diaper. I'm incontinent."

"Oh?" he said, sounding unsurprised. They had left the dining area by now and proceeded to the midway. People were tossing rings and darts all around on either side. "I see. But that was no accident. I could read your face like a comic book."

Melanie gulped.

"You, dear girl, are carrying an oversized load. So I'm going to take you someplace secluded for a change. Now isn't that nice of me?"

"I..." Her tongue went dry. "It is. I guess. But I'd really be happier if you didn't. I can do it myself. Um, thanks for offering though?"

He leaned in just a bit, yet his next words seemed as amplified as a bomb explosion. "You don't really have a choice, dear fox. You're a naughty girl who poos in public, and I'm going to do even naughtier things to you once we're someplace out of sight."

Melanie's tail frizzed up like a bottle brush. Her bones became icicles. Her heart thundered. She felt a wave of dizziness and nausea punch her in the forehead. 'Don't pass out!!' she screamed at herself. Oh god, she was in so much trouble now! She'd played with the idea of her situation getting worse, but this was never part of the fantasy. Some stranger had her now. He was going to carry her off and... and rape her. Oh shit! Just like on the news! They always said to be smart about strangers and never talk to them! But she hadn't said a word. He'd just come up to her and took her. And here she was sitting helpless in her wheelchair like a baby doll. Getting carted off like a sack of potatoes!

Melanie forced herself to breathe and not black out. It was no use falling down a hole and getting terrified. This was bad. Definitely. But she was NOT helpless. She'd be letting her Daddy down to ever stamp herself with that word. 'But what can I do?' She couldn't outrun this creep. She couldn't fight back against a grownup. She was totally alone.

'Wait! No I'm not!' Melanie looked left and right. This was a carnival! Swarming with people! They'd help her, right? All she had to do was start yelling her head off and like a million guys would come running to her rescue and pound her abductor into snot. That was on the news too. Everyone hated cub-fiddlers and they'd totally rescue her from him. All she had to do was scream. Just take a deep breath and scream. Just get this twenty-ton weight off her chest and scream.

Her body was not helping her. She was locked up like a deer in the headlights. Fear had her in a fist. Her mind was running at a lightning pace and time was running so slow it was almost backwards. She could see every detail of every furson they passed. The riot of colors. The banners and prizes and balloons. But she couldn't force her instincts to let go so she could save herself!

As if reading her mind, or perhaps her posture, the man who was pushing her wheelchair leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her hair. He whispered, "The safeword is 'bell peppers and beef'."

All of Melanie's thoughts veered, screeched, and crashed.

She felt a gentle double-pat on her shoulder. Tap-tap. Reassurance.

Melanie gripped her armrests. Okay, so what the hell did this mean now? He was just fooling her? Was he still going to rape her? Was he giving her an out?

She could go on all day trying to figure this out in her own head but it was much more likely to get the right answer by asking. 'And today is for being bold, after all,' she reminded herself. "Wh-what did you mean by that?"

The man's voice was soothing and persuasive, almost purring. "Oh don't be coy. I'm quite sure you know what a safeword is. Just as I'm sure that you're a naughty little thing who might find it exciting, getting a bit kidnapped by a lustful stranger. One who might visit lascivious things upon her dainty personage. Crude and bestial acts."

Melanie flushed. She thought of Mr. Van's sharp white teeth in his long wolfy muzzle. She thought of her Daddy's taut biceps. She thought of the ecstasy in feeling tiny and trapped in their strong, powerful, grownup embrace. "N-n-no," she stuttered.

He clucked his tongue. "And a liar too. Very well. I see I shall have to punish you quite thoroughly."

A mini-earthquake went off below her ribcage. Melanie trembled in her diaper. The word 'punishment' wrapped around her mind like a red haze. She was a bad girl, after all. A dirty poopy babyvix. Punishment was exactly what someone like that deserved. Exactly what she needed for being so bad. A heatwave passed through her groin.

She looked at all the people surrounding them. Families. Burly carnival workers. There were two green-vested security guards right over there, chatting over cups of coffee. 'I could scream right now and save myself. Scream and be safe. If I don't do it soon, he's going to cart me off and hurt me. Do I-don't-know-what to me. Maybe kill me. You don't know him. He could be a serial murderer who drives around in a van full of kid-pelts. I need to scream my head off right now.'

Melanie glanced back over her shoulder, seeing the kidnapper's rusty tail swaying to-and-fro. Tick tock. Like a metronome. Completely nonchalant. Confident. He was going to punish her.

Her breathing felt as fast as a hummingbird's. She swallowed saliva and licked her lips. "Wh-what was the s-safeword again?"

His whisper tickled her earfur. "Bell peppers and beef, darling."

She quivered from her head to her toes.

They were passing by the security guards right now. All she had to do was holler, "RAPIST!" and she'd be safe. If she sat here and did nothing, there was no telling what might happen to her. She might disappear. Might vanish forever. He might stuff her in a suitcase and carry her across the border. He might stick his thing in her. He might hold her down and kiss her right on the lips.

Frozen like a popsicle, Melanie did not utter a single peep as they passed by the two guards. She was as silent as the rest of the fairgrounds were boisterous. Dozens and dozens of people all around her. One little shout would stop this.

But if she did, then she'd never find out what evil fate he had in store for her.


***


Melanie sat in her wheelchair like she was sculpted out of marble. Her paws were tightly clasped together in her lap. She could still smell her shameful pile. Heavy in her seat like an overstuffed purse.

The kidnapper ferried her down the street with a carefree flow, no hesitation at all in his footsteps. He was even humming. Melanie was already regretting this. Her common sense was kicking herself for letting her cunny make such an insane decision. How could she possibly trust this weirdo? Just because he had a pretty voice!? 'He might also have a knife, stupid!' she barked. And it still wasn't too late. A moment ago he had rolled her past the front entrance of the carnival, even saying a carefree 'goodbye' to the ticket-taker. They were heading down the sidewalk now. A brisk pace. He seemed to know exactly where to take her. Had he planned this out somehow?

Up ahead was a bank. Or maybe a credit union. Melanie didn't really know the difference, only that these kinds of buildings usually had a 'look' to them. She could tell by the dimness through the windows that it was closed, but the stranger walked right up to it anyway. He turned at the front door and continued along the side of the building. There was an employee access entrance here. He pushed her slightly past, so she wasn't able to see what he did next, but then the door was creaking open and he was turning her chair to maneuver her inside.

It was shadowy and empty in here. Melanie's brain screamed that this was her last chance to call for help. If she was loud enough now, someone might still hear her and come running. Once he closed that door, her hope was gone. And then before she could decide, she heard it slide shut and click. She was in darkness.

That didn't stop him though. The kidnapper moved with the same easy grace as before. 'He works here!' she figured. 'He's got a pass for the door and he knows this place so well he can move around even with the lights off.' She couldn't see anything clearly. Just shadowy furniture shapes that he angled her chair amongst.

They went down a hallway. Then he turned her through another door into pitch blackness. If Melanie had held up her paw she couldn't have even seen an outline.

"Here we are."

Melanie blinked as fluorescent light smacked her in the eyes. She rubbed them, then blinked and saw she was in a tidy restroom. Beige-and-butter-colored checkered tile. A long wide countertop with several sinks. Stalls and urinals, so it was a boy's bathroom. 'Men's,' she chided herself. 'We're not at school.' It was bizarre the kind of thoughts that went through your head when you were a heartbeat away from panicking.

His paw rested on her shoulder and she flinched so hard she nearly flew. "Now now," he said, scolding. "None of that. You know you've been naughty and need to take your punishment. Yes you do. All the naughtiest of cubs know what they deserve, and secretly look forward to their punishment."

Melanie wiggled. She wanted to escape, but also wanted to agree.

One finger on his paw lifted up to softly stroke her cheek. "But first, let's do something about that mess, yes? Quite the stink. That's some champion-grade smelliness from such a petite foxette. Have you been eating from a garbage barge like it was a buffet?"

In spite of herself, she snorted a laugh. "No!"

"Course not, course not," he conceded. "It's more like roadkill and hippopotamus manure."

This time she outright giggled.

He patted her on the shoulder, rewarding her for letting her tension ease a little. "So the first order of business is to get you a new diaper. I assume you keep a spare in this pouch on the back?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

"I thought so. You are as thoughtful as you are mischievous, aren't you?"

She squirmed.

"I was watching carefully from across the way. Your facial expressions were adorable. Getting the idea, considering it, weighing your options, then letting go and trying so hard to seem inconspicuous."

Melanie shriveled in her seat. Had she really been that obvious?

"The rest of the crowd never noticed. But I did. You're fortunate I'm so observant. Otherwise you might have rolled along home by yourself without someone to catch you and discipline you. Lucky girl."

She squeezed her eyes shut. Still terrified, but dammit, this guy knew just what to say to her. And his voice really was quite nice. Calming and gentle. Not like a radio announcer; more of a hypnotist's lull. Talking all quiet to coax you into surrendering. Which was exactly what she'd done.

A rustling sound. "But I can't have you learning my secret identity and alerting the authorities. So if you please, keep still while I tie this on. Tell me if it's too tight, little one."

Melanie gasped as she felt a fabric soft as silk descend over her eyes. All light: instantly gone. The cloth was warm from being in his pocket. Very comfy. She felt his long, agile fingers moving around the back of her head as he brushed her hair out of the way to tie it on. She imagined those fingers playing piano, or picking a lock. 'I wonder if he picks pockets,' she thought. The knot was tied securely but not tight. Just right. Now she was fully blindfolded.

She heard his voice swing around, just in front of her nose. "There we go. Can you see a thing?" She heard him wave his hand in front of her face.

"No, nothing," she said. Her voice was a breathless, wavering squeak. 'I sound like a mouse,' she thought.

"Excellent. Then let's get you up on the counter for your change."

Melanie let out a started 'yipe' as the unknown squirrel wheeled her swiftly across the room. There was a broad, flat area next to the sinks and they stopped there. Then she gasped when his hands lifted her up out of her chair, swiveled her around, and deposited her on her back on the countertop. The motion was swift and efficient. No hesitation. And whatever she was laying on was cold! Even though the weather was warm outside, the material here was like a huge ice cube. She shivered. Then jerked when she felt his palm press onto her stomach. Just firmly enough to flatten it a little. She gurgled in discomfort as her meal moved around inside.

"Did you enjoy your feast?" He pressed a little bit deeper.

Melanie felt like she might burst if he went any further. "It was really good."

"It looked wonderful. I was getting envious." He took his palm away, but not before two quick patty-pats. "Now, we have a problem. All these pretty clothes in the way. They'll all have to come off. Don't you agree? It's just sensible. We don't want them getting dirty too."

Melanie blushed. If she agreed, she'd be naked on her back in a diaper. Alone with a silver-tongued pervert. She couldn't imagine anything more vulnerable. Helpless. "I g-guess so."

"Of course," he said. She could imagine his crisp nod after.

Her tail twitched when she felt his nimble fingers take her shirt by the shoulder seams and begin to lift it off. Melanie automatically leaned forward so it wouldn't get trapped between her back and the counter. She felt like a traitor to herself. Why was she helping him? The fabric caressed her face as it came up and over her head. She hissed when she felt the cold countertop on her bare fur. She hadn't developed enough in front to need a bra yet, so she knew he could see everything now. A gasp when his index finger traced a line from her bellybutton to her throat.

"Very lovely. A beautiful garden sculpture."

She couldn't help but feel a little flattered at that. With two fingers he drew curling patterns in her bellyfur. She felt them glide up and around her small breasts, encircling her nipples and then whisker-lightly brushing them. Her whole body shuddered. Unsurprisingly, her little nips were hard as steel. 'It's just because I'm cold,' she lied.

When the stranger trailed his hands down along her sides to her legs, then lifted them up and began to undo her shoelaces, Melanie felt a completely new flavor of embarrassment. 'My legs. He's touching them. He sees them. I hadn't even thought about that before.' Her gimpy, scrawny right leg and her curly left. Wouldn't he be disgusted by them? Or at least freaked out? He wasn't saying anything about them. 'But he could be sticking his tongue out right now at how ugly they are,' she thought.

She felt her right shoe come off, then heard it placed somewhere behind her head. A moment later, off came her sock. He moved slowly and deliberately. It actually felt very nice. It reminded her of sometimes when she'd come in from the cold and Daddy would pull her snowboots off while she shivered. Then wrap her in a blanket and fix her some soup. She flexed her toes. Her kidnapper removed her other shoe and sock, just as gently. He held her feet in both hands.

"What petite little paws. They look like chocolate. How sweet."

Melanie turned scarlet. "Th-thank you!" She couldn't believe he'd complimented them! She'd been thinking about her weird ol' legs and he hadn't said a word about them. 'Maybe he knew I'm still sorta nervous about people seeing them.' He had said he was observant. No reason to think he couldn't still read her expressions. 'I guess I'll never be good at poker.' She then cooed as he gave her a brief sole massage with his thumbs. Swirling the pawpads around in a circle, then rolling across her toes like little keyboards.

He let her legs down and stepped between them. Melanie felt her skirt being tugged down. Again, she could not help herself but cooperate. She lifted up on her elbows so he could slip it down over her tail and bottom. Partly she wanted to make sure her diaper-ammo wouldn't goosh out and ruin it. Partly she wanted to assist him in exposing her. If it was foolish to not say a word while a strange man carted her off, it was simply unthinkable to be assisting him in ravishing her. She felt the cloth travel down her legs, then heard him fold it and set it on top of where he'd put her shoes.

This was it. All her clothes were off. Now it was just her, her fur, her full diaper, and this soft-speaking stranger. She still didn't know what he intended to do with her.

He surprised her by putting both hands underneath her bottom and lifting her up. His paws sank into the moosh. She yelped in surprise. "My goodness! What a massive payload! Someone has been eating her fiber!"

Melanie turned her head away. The odor seemed to intensify, climbing right up into her nostrils. Her dirty waste. Squishy and still warm. And he was totally putting his hands on it. Nothing but a layer of plastic and absorbency gel between him and the poop. Smershing it right into her buns. All sloppy and messy and dirty and bad. Totally humiliating.

He jiggled her a bit like he was appraising a sack of gold. "Are you in the habit of messing yourself in public places, little fox?"

She nibbled her lip. "I can't help it sometimes. I have accidents."

He set her down and then tapped her nose like he was striking it with a ruler. "Tsk tsk! This was no accident!" he declared like a movie detective. "Remember, I watched. You looked at the toilets. You knew you had time. You chose to be messy, didn't you? You know you want to admit it. That it was pleasurable. That it's fun to be dirty in public where anyone might see."

'Can he read my mind!?' Melanie squirmed. But she couldn't stop herself from confessing. "I did! You're right. I wanted to. I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't an accident. Sometimes I have them, yes, but not this time. This time I just... I'm such a bad girl."

"You absolutely are," he agreed in a solemn tone. He bonked her nose again. "Very, very bad. Such a misbehaving girl. Now you're all dirty and stinky and you have to be punished."

Melanie seriously wanted to reach into her diaper with both paws and start diddling. "Uh-huh," she agreed.

"Well, it's good to see that you admit it," he said encouragingly. Then declared, "The defendant has plead guilty to charges of indecent public poopcrime!"

Melanie could not stop a loud giggle.

He tickled her belly for a moment to keep it going, then brushed the palm across her stomach, smoothing the downy white fur. "First we need to get you all nice and clean. Then I can pass sentence. I'm sure you're very eager for your punishment to begin."

She didn't exactly confirm this, but she 'arf'ed a little.

The unknown squirrel spread her legs a little more, then she heard the crinkle as he placed his palms flat against the surface of the diaper. He began to swirl them around in slow circles. His skilled hands pressed against her mons. Melanie's arousal began to climb. The inside of the diaper was a soft fabric-ish material like a blanket. Very pleasant against her little cunny. Sometimes Mr. Van would try to get her to cum without taking her diaper off. It wasn't difficult.

Then came the ripping sound of him pulling the tapes on either side. The smell seemed to quadruple when he lifted it open in front. Melanie wrinkled her nose. She heard him take a deep inhale, and she blushed. 'What a perv!' she thought. But also thought it was kind of a compliment, maybe? He lifted her slightly by the armpits to skootch her back so he'd have more room. She felt the wall behind her and raised up to rest her shoulders against it.

He mock-gasped in abhorrence. "Messy, messy, messy! How could something so foul come out of such a charming young vixen? Perhaps you are releasing your inner demons."

She snickered. He let her lie there with her diaper open, totally exposed, for an agonizingly long time. She heard him rustling around in her pack for a clean one. Her poo felt sticky all over. It had squished right up to the leg elastic, but hadn't gotten past. 'I should write the company a thank-you letter,' she thought. Suddenly she was hit with the possibility that the bank wasn't really closed, and maybe all the employees were standing right here in the bathroom, all gathered around and silently watching the show. A blindfolded, naked cub with a great big poopy heap between her legs. And her probably-visibly-aroused cunny on display too. She shivered. Or maybe there were cameras recording the whole thing. Did they allow cameras in public restrooms? She wasn't sure if that was against the law or not. Maybe her kidnapper had brought his own camera. Maybe that was why he was taking so much time. Maybe if she got out of this alive, he might send her pictures in the mail, or blackmail her. Or post them online where anyone could see them.

'No, he seems nice. I'm sure he wouldn't do that.'

'Nice!? He totally abducted you and took all your clothes off!'

Well, whatever the case, she was here now and there was no getting out of it on her own. Not unless she wanted to try crawling out into the street, leaving a trail of shitmuffins behind her. All she could do was lie here and trust him. It was electrifyingly scary having to put her trust in someone who, all her life she had been warned against his type. She felt like the little girl lost in the woods, captured by the monster who tells her, 'Certainly I'll take you home. Right after dinner...'

Then there was the unmistakable crinkle of a new diaper being unfolded. A moment afterwards he was lifting up her legs. She'd participated in enough changes by now to know what to do. She got her arms in position underneath the small of her back to keep her bottom raised so he could slide out the old diaper.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. And of course, I don't want to get my tail all poopy."

She could practically feel him grin. "Oh don't you? Maybe you do. Maybe that should be your punishment. Maybe I should smear you all over with it. Brown from ears to tail. Then tie you up in toilet paper and roll you down the street!"

Melanie squealed. "No-ooo! Don't even tease me about that! It's so smelly!"

He chuckled, and she could tell he hadn't really meant it. He reached underneath her to undo the last tape around her tailbase, then slid the old diaper to the side.

Melanie's arms quivered. She'd have to hold herself up like this till he got done cleaning her. Difficult, but with her years of experience pushing her chair, entirely doable.

She heard the squeak of a tap turning, then the whoosh of running water, then the automatic whirr of paper towels. Lastly the squork-squork of antibacterial hand soap being squeezed out. Without warning, the kidnapper swiped a warm, wet wad of towels along Melanie's backside and she moaned. An incredibly pleasant sensation! Even if it also brought emotions of vulnerability and embarrassment. Memories of Daddy wiping her clean after The Chinese Restaurant Catastrophe. Memories that had brought shame then, and naughty tingles now. She almost let herself drop onto the counter from her arms shaking.

The moistened towels stroked back and forth across Melanie's brown-streaked bottom. The squirrel took his time. Enjoying the torturous strain of Melanie having to keep herself elevated. He could see her muscles tremble. He was helping out with one stabilizing hand held under her right thigh, but he was letting her take most of the work herself. He watched her inhale short, quick breaths. Watched her tummy quiver. He methodically wetted down each towel, added soap, and took loooong, sloooow wipes across her adorable rump. Sometimes teasingly close to her plump, reddened cunny, but never directly touching it.

Melanie felt tickling drops of warm water travel down her tailfur. She chewed her lower lip. Her forearms were aching now. Weak. God, she wanted him to just throw the towels away and slurp his tongue deep into her pussy! But he was keeping her in torment on purpose, she could tell. She needed to be punished after all. Bad little vixens had to be made squeaky clean before they could receive pleasure.

After what felt like hours or months, the unknown squirrel dried his hands off on the last of the towels. Melanie heard him ball up the used ones and chuck them into the wastebasket. "Ah, that's better. No more poo. Just your own lovely orange fur. Clean enough to eat off of." He inflected the last sentence to imply he might like to literally.

"Can I let myself down now!?" Melanie wailed.

"Almost, Sugarpaws. Just a moment more."

'Oh, of course. I'm still butt naked.' She heard the new diaper sliding across the counter. She felt him position it beneath her hiney, then adjust the opening for her tail.

Suddenly something bit her in the ass. "Bell peppers and beef!!" she shrieked.

Even though she was in pain, she realized she had two things to be glad about. One, that her memory had unhesitatingly supplied the safeword. And two, that the squirrel immediately took his hands away from her. "What's wrong!?" he asked, and she heard real concern in his voice.

"It's- Ow! Sorry, it's just that some of my fur got stuck to the tapes and it's pulling."

"Oh! I can fix that then." He sounded relieved it wasn't anything more serious.

She felt his nimble fingers go to work with a clockmaker's precision, pulling her tailfur away from the sticky bit.

"All good to go?" he asked.

She nodded. "Mm-hmm." A moment later the diaper was secure around her tailbase, snug as a sweater. "That's better. Thank you."

"You're welcome, darling."

Then she felt a tiny kiss on the end of her nose. She 'erf'ed and grinned at such a nice surprise. A moment later, she made a much louder sound when the same kiss was repeated on her clitoris.

Melanie's arms finally gave out. She dropped to the counter, into her brand new diaper. Before she had time to recover from the electric jolt of pleasure that last kiss had given her, the stranger was lifting her back up again with both hands clutched around her ass cheeks. The long fingers were like strong spider legs. Melanie shouted, "OH!" when he swiped his nose straight up the crease of her vulva, like a credit card in a scanner. Then he angled her even higher, her shoulders bunched against the wall, and he drove a forceful kiss directly against her freshly scrubbed tailhole.

Melanie wriggled. That felt so weeeeird! Good though! Involuntary little 'Ah ah ah's came out of her as the squirrel nibbled at her pucker with his lips and tongue. Exploring the tiny wrinkles and folds. She felt her pleasure rapidly rising.

He sighed in satisfaction and licked his lips. "Hypothesis confirmed. It IS clean enough to eat off of!" And with that he unceremoniously let her drop back down into her padding.

Melanie thumped into it, her bubble bursting. That was it!? She was gape-mouthed in disappointment. That felt so good! How could he stop!? How could he be so mean!?

She heard him giggling at her adorable outrage. "Did you forget, my little prisoner? Punishment first; then pleasure. You haven't earned it yet. You still must pay."

Her cheeks burned, but she shut her mouth. Dammit. He was right.

His hands rested on her kneecaps, guiding them apart. "Besides, that was wholly for my own enjoyment. If you leave a chocolate eclair out in front of me, how can I resist taking a lick?"

Melanie snickered. He was annoyingly good at stopping her from being mad at him by making her laugh. And she felt rather flattered at hearing her butthole called a dessert.

His hands adjusted her tush perfectly into place on the dry, cushy softness of the new diaper. Melanie's heart was beating fast from the brief anilingus, but it was beginning to slow down now. Switching to enjoyment of this different, calmer pleasure. She could not deny that this part of a change always felt nice. Diapers were made to be comfortable after all. Plus she and Daddy had shopped around: this brand was the nicest, hands down. They felt a bit like flannel pajamas.

The front of the diaper was pulled tight around her groin and the sides taped in place. Like wrapping her lower region in a thick blanket. Melanie's kidnapper smoothed it out by rubbing it all over. She murred as the softness was pressed against her pussy. If he kept this up she might melt.

"Now, my delicate prisoner, you are all clean. Does it feel nice?"

Melanie scooted down the counter, settling her tush into the new padding. "Mmmmm, yes!"

He walked his fingertips up her belly. "Then are you ready to begin receiving your punishment?"

She trembled. She still had no idea what it might be. But today was for being bold, after all. "Yes!"

"Good girl," he purred. "Here's the first part."

Melanie was grinning, but then winced. Her nose wrinkled. A smelly poopsmell was right in front of her muzzle.

"Here is your old diaper, all folded up in a ball," "he said. I think you should give it a kiss."

She recoiled. "Ew! No!"

For her disobedience, he bonked her on the nose with it. It made a 'crinklesquish' sound. "How's that for gratitude? This diaper did an exemplary job protecting you from leaks. And now it's full of all your mess. All nicely contained. For doing such a good job, you don't think it deserves a kiss?"

Melanie squirmed. The idea was so gross! But... An incredibly dirtybad part of her wanted to obey. She just wasn't sure if she could let it win. He had a good point though. Her diaper had done an excellent job today. But it was diiiiiirtyyyy... But... but... In her mind she pictured her diaper pail at home. All full up with little roly-poly diapers. Round and kinda cute. Like little pillows.

The squirrel leaned closer. "That's it. You want to. You want to show your appreciation to your diaper. Pucker your lips, little vixen. You know you have to."

There was something about being told that she wanted to that made it even more true. Melanie hesitated a moment more. Then closed her eyes tight (not really necessary due to the blindfold) and pooched out her lips.

Her kidnapper pressed her stinky diaper right to them.

Melanie quivered in revulsion. But she didn't move her muzzle. There wasn't any taste to it, and the texture was just like regular plastic. A grocery bag or a car set. The smell was tremendous though. Melanie's cheeks burned with shame. Both for letting herself be coaxed to kiss a dirty ol' used diaper, and for enjoying it.

Not for the first time she reflected on the clashing emotions diapers could bring up in her. Their odor repulsed, but their softness comforted. They were embarrassing, yet cozy. Babyish, yet necessary. 'A paradox in every Pamper,' she thought, and laughed.

The unknown squirrel noticed she was kissing it long past the point where he was pressing it towards her.

Melanie didn't let herself think about germs. All she was thinking was that she really was grateful for her diapers, preventing so many stinky calamities all her life. Always there. Nestled snugly between her legs. Thick and puffy and tight. She loved her diapers. It was the naughtiest thing in the world to admit it, but it was totally true. Undeniable. 'Thank you, little diaper!' she thought to it.

The squirrel took it away, wondering if she'd have kissed it all afternoon if he'd left it there. "My my. I think you enjoyed that a little too much, little vix."

She startled as if popping out of a trance. "I didn't mean to-! I mean..."

He leaned over low to touch noses with her. She felt his warm breath on her chin. "I think a certain foxy-loxy enjoys being told to do naughty things," he whispered, "because she's a very naughty girl."

She gulped. "I m-might be," she admitted.

He caressed his nose along her cheek, like drawing in chalk. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

'He's gonna reveal his evil plan!' she thought, with just as much anticipation as alarm. "N-no?"

His snout tucked into her perked, triangular ear. "Naughty girls get a spanking."

Something about that word, or the way he'd said it, sent volts of electricity through Melanie's small body. "Yes!!" she agreed, nodding frantically.

He giggled, blowing breath into her ear and making it twitch. "Good girl. Now, roll over for me. Show me that cute bottom. Show me that perfect target."

Breathing hard, she nodded again and got herself turned around for him. As she repositioned herself, he placed her folded skirt beside her so she wouldn't be mooshing her face into the hard countertop. She rested her cheek on it. "Oh, thank you. That was really thoughtful."

"You're very welcome!" he said back. And just for a moment his sensual, dominant mask slipped and he sounded cheerfully pleased at her gratitude.

Melanie smiled. She was almost all the way sure now that she had nothing to fear from her mysterious stranger. She folded her arms around the skirt, bunching it against her face. Her legs dangled down off the countertop. Like a good girl, she lifted her tail for him, showing off her puffy white bullseye. "I'm ready."

"You certainly are," he whispered, back to his snakelike purr. He ran a hand up the middle of her diaper to her tailbase, making her shake all over. "Hold on tight."

Melanie tensed. She lifted her rump higher. 'I'm gonna be a good girl and not flinch away. Not even if it really hurts.' There was something indescribably thrilling about trusting another furson enough to allow them to hurt you.

At first he teased her by simply resting his palm against the tightly-stretched plastic over her bottom. Caressing it. Feeling the tension in the young vixen's back and hips. Waiting for her to let her guard down. To wonder if it was really coming at all. Wonder if he'd been kidding. He patiently continued incremental flexes of his palm. A slow rhythm. Lulling her. He felt her back droop slightly, saw her tail lower an inch.

SMACK!!!

Melanie's paws flew to her mouth to stifle a shriek. The pain was not so bad, especially with the diaper in the way, but the shock of its suddenness was so great it made her vision turn white for a second! And before she could fully recover from the first one...

SMACK!!!

His arm was very practiced at this particular task. Disciplining naughty cubs. Ones who enjoyed it, needed it, squirmed for it. He knew exactly with how much force to swing and how much pain to inflict to make Melanie's cute derriere sparkle like fireworks.

Melanie 'Mmmmmphh!'ed into her skirt fabric as the unknown squirrel lit her ass on fire. Her diaper was doing a good job protecting her, but it still stung like crazy! He was really good at this! Daddy had never spanked her before, as he thought it only taught that hitting someone smaller was okay. (And she loved him for being so kind.) Mr. Van had only given her teasing little playful swats. Spanking was something she'd only ever seen happen to other furs. Usually while browsing porn videos, trying to educate herself as well as get a good cum. She'd always wondered how something could be both enjoyable and painful. Now she was learning! It was more than just the pain. It was the intimacy, the trust, of letting someone touch her there. It was the tingling of the aftershock. The tension of waiting for it, and the sudden release when it came. It was the inexplicable desire for him to hit harder next time. She found herself remembering when Daddy would play Crane Drop: holding her up above the couch and letting her plop onto the cushions. There was something exhilarating about getting to experience his strength. She wanted her squirrel captor to pound her little butt with all his power. She proudly kept her tail raised high.

'She is perfect,' he thought to himself. So responsive. Wiggling like Jell-O on a plate with every swat. Tense as a bowstring as she waited for the next. Her adorable tush rose up to meet his hand. Begging for it. He gave her just long enough to feel the sting between each swing. Letting the tingles dissipate before blasting her with another. Randomizing the pattern to keep her guessing when it would come. Hearing her squeak like a rubber toy with every impact of his palm on her padding.

Melanie felt her pleasure rising and bubbling inside her. Spanking was so much fun!! She was gonna beg Daddy to do this every night before bed! Her butt felt like a big red balloon about to pop! It hurt, but in a way she'd never experienced before. She'd never stubbed her toe or bit her tongue and wanted to do it again. Yet this was like magic. Every spank a new explosion of sensation. She ground her cunny against the countertop, smooshing it into the diaper fabric. Really grinding it! Reminding herself that she was a totally helpless diaperbaby, naked on a countertop with an eeeevil squirrel kidnapper, ready to do anything he asked of her!

The squirrel was pleasantly startled when his captive buried a howl into the skirt she was clutching and her bottom vibrated like an earthquake. It jerked up and down for several moments, while the rest of the little vixen's whole went stiff as a board. Her pleasure was so intense he could almost see its aura.

A wrecking ball pounded into Melanie's nethers and shook her whole structure. Pleasure tore through her in ripples. She trembled uncontrollably. She was left shaking and panting. Her paws left tiny claw-holes in her skirt. It wasn't the most powerful cum of Melanie's life, but it was certainly a nice one. And the only one she'd ever had in front of a stranger in a public bathroom.

A grownup paw gently glided through her hair to rest against her temple. Every nerve in her body felt so sensitive, she flinched at it.

"Good heavens. A reaction like that, are you sick? Do you have the fever?" he teased.

She replied in between breaths. "No, I'm fine, I'm good, I'm so good, thank you, thank you. Oh geez, my butt, it feels like, it exploded, into, a billion bits."

He chuckled. "Nope. I assure you it’s still intact."

"Wow," Melanie said, kind of disbelieving him. There was just this burning pink throb in that area now. It felt pink. A perfect pink tingle, like microscopic lightning storms. Sore, sensitive, achy, wonderful. She murred and sighed and rubbed herself against the countertop.

He patted her gently on her butt, and giggled when the touch made her jump. "You're being a very good girl so far. Taking your punishments, and even cooperating with them. Good girl indeed. A+!" He tickled her tailbase.

She giggled breathlessly and lightly swatted with her brush in the general direction of his face.

"Now, I believe, there's one last phase of your punishment. One more. Then I suppose I'll let you go," he said magnanimously. " He slid his paw down the curve of her back. "That is, assuming I don't decide to shrink you down to mouse size and take you home with me, to keep you foreverandever as my dancing doll."

She jerked her head around (even though she couldn't see him anyway). For a brief instant, she wondered if he really could do such a thing. What it would be like to be a tiny toy? Could he really imprison her with magic? But that was silly. This was just a game they were playing. He was teasing her. Nonetheless, she went along and acted frightened. "Oh please don't, sir! I'll miss my Daddy and all my friends!"

The squirrel drummed his fingers against the small of her back. "Welllll... I suppose not. Not this time anyway. Maybe I'll set you free so you can spend every night in suspense, wondering if I'm going to come back some dark night and collect you."

She shivered, grinning. "Oh no!"

He grabbed her booty with both paws, causing her to tense and draw in a sharp breath through her teeth. He guided her to turn over again. When she sat her weight down on the counter, colorful sparkles of pain danced in her vision. A firecloud of soreness radiated heat all around her bottom. She loved it. The counter was still cool enough to soothe her burning butt.

The squirrel gave her time to arrange herself and get used to the ache. He came closer again, spreading her legs by positioning his hips between them. "Now for your third punishment. Sit up, little one."

Her whole body felt like melted jelly by now, but as he commanded, so she obeyed. Her chest and muzzle bumped into him as he stood there. She stabilized herself with her paws. She could feel his shirt and a bit of fur poking over the collar. Very fluffy. Reminded her of Aaron's poofy tail.

He let her explore his body for a moment. Tit for tat, after all. Then a playful bite at her eartip made her jump. "Are you ready? To do as I say?"

Her breathing quickened. He saw her about to ask what his command would be, but then she stopped herself and simply nodded. For that she earned a kiss just above her eyebrows. She shuddered and exhaled. Such a good girl. "It's time for my pleasure," he said. "I've been very generous to you. I rescued you from the crowd. Took you someplace secluded. Changed your diaper for you. Even gave you a well-earned and well-enjoyed punishment. Don't you think that was all very kind of me? Don't I deserve a reward for my hard work?"

Melanie blushed and silently nodded again. She was beginning to suspect where this was headed. And then he made it crystal clear. His agile hands enclosed her wrists and brought her paws down lower. To the fly button of his cargo shorts.

"I'll bet a naughty little vix like you knows just what to do," he said.

Shaking a bit from nervousness and returning arousal, she didn't even bother nodding. She simply showed him. Her quivering fingers undid the round brass button, then located his zipper and pulled it slowly down. She heard the cargo shorts slide down his legs to 'flumph' on the floor around his ankles. Melanie cupped her hands over his underwear and couldn't keep the grin off her muzzle when she felt something warm and diamond-hard.

It wasn't too big. Both Mr. Van and Daddy had heftier equipment. But it was definitely pleased to meet her. She dipped her paws behind the elastic and felt the tip poke her palm. 'Oh geez! He's a total stranger and I'm totally touching his penis! His guy penis!' Her experience with others of its kind did not diminish the wicked thrill. 'Is he gonna make me give him a handjob? Would he maybe... make me kiss it?' Would it taste like Daddy's or Mr. Van's? Or more like Aaron's, since squirrels and bunnies were both Prey? She hoped she'd find out.

He didn't need to give her any directions. He watched as this angelic little succubus rested her head against his chest and eased his underwear down. Then she cradled his cock in her warm little paws and he sighed blissfully. Such a delicate touch. He nuzzled between her ears. "You're doing very well..."

She rubbed her cheek against his shirt. With her ear pressed against his torso like this, she could hear his heartbeat. Strong and steady. "Should I keep going?" she teased.

"Would you enjoy that?" he countered.

Her fur rustled as she nodded. "I really would," she whispered. With both paws she held his cock tight. She squoze. Felt his stiffness twitch. Gave it another squeeze. Trickled her fingers along its length. Explored his fuzzy balls. The blindfold was still on snug, so she used her fingers to 'see' every bit of him with.

His breath was getting louder, deeper. He held onto the counter with one hand and caressed her back, up and down, with the other. "Good girl."

Melanie loved being told she was a good girl. Good girls liked to make other furs happy. She was glad she'd had other partners to practice on. Velvet soft, she began to move her hands up and down the length of her captor's cock.

He grunted. Clutched a patch of her hair in his fist for a moment. Kissed her ear; twice. Inhaled and exhaled. Encouraged her with his massage.

She listened to his heartbeat getting faster. Thrumming inside of him behind his ribs. She moved her hands up and down. Felt him wrap his tail around the both of them. Bigger than hers by a lot. A bushy explosion of fur. It was like a fluffy cotton candy coat. She loved it. It even smelled nice. Kind of like cedar.

Melanie lowered her head, hesitated for only a moment, then kissed the tip. He chirred and shuddered. She smiled, loving her ability to give good feelings to others. She licked her lips. Pretty standard penisy taste. To be sure, she let her long canine tongue dip from her muzzle and give it a long slurp.

The unknown squirrel gasped. He braced himself on the countertop. He envisioned his pleasure rising like mercury in a thermometer. Knowing he was approaching the boiling point, he halted her with a hand on her wrist.

Melanie looked up, confused. Wasn't she doing a good job?

He sensed her question. "You have a tongue like a magic wand, little one. And talented paws. You could be an excellent sculptor, or a harp player. But this isn't all I want. I want you to put your arms around me. Pull us closer."

She did. Whatever he wanted, she wanted too.

He nuzzled his nose roughly against her ear. "I want to push against you. I want to be very, very bad." His exhales were like hot gusts from the bellows of a forge. "I want to fuck your cute little diaper, Melanie."

She reflexively giggled a bit at him growling something so silly-sounding. But she was totally down for that. Absolutely. As he breathed into her yellow hair, she skooched herself as close to him as she could get. Encircling her arms around his slim waist, his tail curled around her lower back. Hers wrapped around his leg. She pressed her padded crotch against his erection. She heard the plastic rustle. "Is that good?"

Kisses behind her ear. "Oh absolutely, little one. Brilliant. Perfect."

He tucked his snout against the back of her head and held her close. He drove in with his hips. She felt his hard rod slide up the front of her diaper. Bearing against the pillowy softness. Pressing right against her cunny too. A very welcome side effect. He pulled back and then thrust forward again. A slow back-and-forth. Getting a feel for it. Pressing a crease into the plastic. One that lined up perfectly with her little bean. Melanie held him tighter.

Her captor sped up his pace. Like a steam engine's wheels turning slowly as they began to gain momentum. The pressure became mutual. As he crushed into the crinkly softness of this wonderful little vixen's nappy, she at the same time pressed her cunny against his hardness. Shared friction. Magnificence. She deserved to enjoy this every bit as much as him. He'd known from the moment he spotted her that she'd be worth the risk. She was perfect.

Melanie rubbed her cheek up and down his T-shirt. Felt his chest inflate with every breath. Absorbing his warmth like cuddling an electric blanket. She loved feeling his hands roam around her. Kneading her sensitive tailbase, massaging up and down her spine, cupping her ears, combing through her hair. He loved her. His every touch told her so. When this was over, she might never see him again. Never know anything about him but his scent and the feel of his fur. But right now, he genuinely cared for her.

'Somehow he knew. He saw me at the carnival and knew all about me. Knew I'd be scared, but that I'd want this. I don't know how, but I'm so glad.' There had been nothing rational about her decision to go along with him and not cry out for help. To let him lead her away into a heart-pounding adventure. To make her feel fear, thrill, pain, bliss, excitement and need.

His hands gripped a double helping of her tush cheeks. She yelped at the spike of pleasurepain. He took the opportunity to silence her with a kiss. Her lips mirrored his. She felt his squirrelly buck teeth with her tongue. They touched nosepads. His tail encircled her and tickled at her ears. They shared their breath.

She felt the control pulsing in his muscles as he rammed himself against her; never hard enough to hurt. He made sure their timing stayed in sync; grinding against her as she was grinding against him. Her jellybean practically glowed with sensation. Her diaper cradled her like a cloud, and his cock was the lightning storming through it. She balled up his shirt in her fist, and swam her other paw through his luxurious sea of tail. She kissed him again and again. All around his muzzle and cheeks. On his chin. On his nose. She nibbled him like chocolate. Her wonderful villain.

He held off. Wanting Melanie to climax first. Knowing full well what would happen when he came, and how much of an effort it would take to not jeopardize everything when that happened. This was already delicate. Stupid, if he were honest. But there was too much of the trickster spirit in his heart to have let this opportunity pass. A charming vixen, all by herself at the fair, practically shouting in neon that she was engaged in frisky public impishness. A prize so perfect was just begging to be claimed. Ripe fruit on the vine. As soft as any angel. Joyful as a sunbeam. 'Perfect.'

Melanie was a teapot on the verge of boiling. A rocket about to burst from the launchpad. Her arms were shaking. Her jaw trembled, letting out mumbled nonsense. She rubbed her cheek back and forth against his chest like she was trying to friction a hole through his shirt. His cock against her cunny was like the pressure of a firehose. She was the naughtiest girl in the world. Yiffing a handsome stranger. Letting him change her heavy diaper. Giving it a kiss afterwards. So dirty. Such a dirty little foxie she was. She wondered if she'd keep this encounter a secret in her heart forever. A memory to recall at night when she was all alone, and rub herself raw to. Or maybe she'd tell Daddy as soon as she rolled through the door. Whisper in his ear to drive him wild, and maybe try to top what her kidnapper had done to her. She didn't know. All she knew was that this moment could last forever for all she cared. Her diaper was electric cotton candy. He was a bullet train screaming along the track straight into her heart. She was his naughty captive, eager to accept her punishment. The naughtiest girl in the whole world.

The squirrel bravely sacrificed his tail for her to scream into and bite down on when she came. The pain was a thunderbolt, but merely added spice to their taboo recipe. He felt her pleasurequake rattle through her. Holding her tiny frame close against him, she bucked and squirmed and chattered nonsense. He nuzzled her ears and clutched her padded bottom. He whispered to her, not knowing if she was in any state to comprehend, but knowing there was only seconds left to say any parting words.

"Thank you, sweet darling. You took your punishment like such a good girl. I'll see you again, sometime. I promise. Though it may be a very long while, I promise, I will."

Words entered Melanie's ears, but they were dreamlike. Some distant neurons stored them for later recall, but in the moment she was a shooting star. Her body was ablaze and her mind was stardust.

As Melanie's climax began to fade, the unknown stranger finally unleashed his own.

His cock became an iron sword. A lightning rod. He clutched her shoulders and erupted. Iridescent light spilled from between them. Liquefied infinity.

If Melanie thought her orgasm was pleasure, she'd seen nothing yet. When his seed splashed against the creamy fur of her belly, it sent cosmic rays coursing through her soul. This was not mere pleasure. This was something supernatural. Something she could not have ever prepared herself for. Something was wrong. Miraculously wrong. Something was happening here that her mind was not meant to comprehend. The dazzling droplets blanked her consciousness. She saw the interior of a star. She was silent. She was petrified. She was transcendent.

And then he forced himself to vanish, lest his release tear open a rift in the mortal fabric that would reveal his hidden presence to the Lord.

For a fraction of a second before he fell into the other plane, his fur returned to its normal resplendent crimson. And his horns emerged.

***

When Melanie came to, it could have been decades later for all she knew.

Bright light made green and blue afterimages float across her eyelids when she blinked. The blindfold was gone. She gathered her senses. Her whole body tingled. Like her bottom after the spanking, but on a level of intensity so much greater it was incalculable.

What the hell had happened!?

She remembered holding him. Her mysterious stranger. Then she was cumming. A really nice one! And then... Then something else had happened. Her heart was still trying to slow itself to a normal rhythm. She thought this must be what it felt like to be standing on the ground and have a jet airplane fly by eight feet above your head.

She tried moving. Everything felt like a puddle of jelly, but she was nonetheless able to. A little. She found she was splayed out on the countertop: legs spread, flat on her back. It was a good thing the skirt was still there, otherwise whatever had knocked her back might've also knocked her out. When she sat up, she realized her tail was so frizzed up it looked like she'd stuck it in a wall outlet.

She looked around. Just a normal men's bathroom in a bank. Her shoes and socks were placed neatly behind her in the corner by the wall, with her shirt folded neatly on top.

Her stranger was gone.

Oddly, she didn't feel abandoned. She felt like she had just crossed paths with something that she was probably not meant to understand. She felt like he had disappeared for a reason. Maybe to protect her.

The thought swam through her mind, 'Did I just get humped by a wizard?'

She laughed, and that brought her back close enough to reality to start thinking about how she was going to get herself out of here.

Melanie reached for her socks, then hauled her lazy legs up onto her lap so she could begin pulling them on. She checked her diaper. She'd somehow managed to not explode pee all over herself, so that was good. And, on the front of the plastic, as well as on her tummy, she found a residue. Not like the sticky, boogery goo that was left over sometimes when one of her lovers spooged on her fur. She scooped some of the substance up on her fingers. This stuff felt like the finest grains of sand. Yet sticky, like sugar. It disappeared into nothing when she rubbed her fingers together. And under the bright light, she swore it was actually glinting. Like glitter.

'Wizard jizz,' she thought. And this got her to laughing so hard she nearly fell off the counter.

Okay, so something paranormal really had just happened to her. Somehow she wasn't freaking out about that. And while she didn't know exactly why, her body seemed to have an inkling that it had been a moment so purely positive, there was nothing at all to worry about. As she tugged her shoes on, she reflected also that, for some reason, she felt at peace with not knowing exactly what it had been. She was fairly sure she wouldn't be seeing her dashing kidnapper again. Though, maybe... Some forgotten memory tugged at the back of her mind. "Maybe," she said to herself.

It was enough to know that it had been magical. And unbelievably naughty and embarrassing and fun! And special. Thinking on it now, she felt sure that she would keep this a secret. When she got home, she'd tell Daddy she had a good time at the fair and ate some tasty food, played some games, rode on a few rides, and that was it. Maybe make up a much milder naughty story to tickle him with.

In time, this encounter might fade like a dream. Though she hoped not. She hoped to always keep it close to her heart, and open it up occasionally when she was alone to look at, like a pendant with a picture inside.

'Something magical,' she thought. She remembered the cadence of her stranger's gentle, enticing voice. Making it so easy to agree to things no good girl would ever consider doing...

She popped her head through her shirt collar, then wriggled her skirt back on. Her wallet and phone were still in the pockets. 'So all this wasn't just to mug me,' she thought with a chuckle. And look at that! She hadn't noticed, but at some point he'd parked her wheelchair close enough to the counter so she only had to slide over a foot or so to ease down into it. "Aww, and he even set the brakes!" A true gentleman.

When she leaned over, there was something on her wheelchair's seat. She picked it up.

It was a little folded-over card. Like you'd find reserving places at a fancy dinner table. There was gold filigree around the corners. In cursive script is said simply, "Thank you."

She opened it. Nothing inside but two small initials: R.M.

A bit of color caught her eye. Beneath the card, upon the seat, her blindfold had been concealed.

Joyfully, she reached down to grab it. It was perfectly the color of red wine, and the texture confirmed at once what it was. She rubbed her cheek on it. Soooo silky soft! Melanie suddenly needed to hold the little card tightly to her heart. She beamed her thoughts out to wherever he was: 'Thank you too! Thank you so much!'

She took a deep breath to steady herself.

Then she lowered herself down into her chair. She'd done this hundreds of times. Not scary at all. Once she was back in her seat, the cozy familiarity of it made her smile. She looked at the little card again. Very carefully, she tucked it into her wallet, then safely into her skirt pocket. The blindfold, she considered balling up into her pocket too, but then got a much better idea. She bunched up her hair and tied it around for a ponytail. She craned her neck up over the counter to see the mirror from her seated position. She gave her hair a swish and the ends of the red cloth followed like kite tails. Gorgeous!

Melanie checked the time on her phone. Her eyebrows went up in surprise when she saw that her whole escapade had lasted not much longer than an hour. She made a 'how about that' noise. Then she patted her armrest. "C'mon, chair. We might still have time to win Daddy a souvenir before we have to catch the bus."

She wheeled herself out into the quiet hallways of the bank, and was very relieved to find the side door wasn't locked.



          The End
            for now...




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