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The main cub character is a BLATANT self-insert, while the grownup was someone I created simply to have someone to yiff. I started this series years ago while I was still in college, the fourth chapter was created by a very dear friend of mine, Alex Reynard, and the fifth chapter has been halfway finished for many years now.\n\nAs I am now happily mated, should I ever actually finish chapter 5 or any more, I will definitely be adding Zephon in for lots of puppysnuggles. :3\n\n\nPlease note that a lot of what I say in this is based on what I knew back then. Any flaws in reasoning or information you might want to point out... I probably already know. Just try to roll with it, okay? *huggles*\n\nThumbnail courtesy of Alex Reynard.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "My first cub porn story. The main cub character is a BLATANT self-insert, while the grownup was someone I created simply to have someone to yiff. I started this series years ago while I was still in college, the fourth chapter was created by a very dear friend of mine, Alex Reynard, and the fifth chapter has been halfway finished for many years now.

As I am now happily mated, should I ever actually finish chapter 5 or any more, I will definitely be adding Zephon in for lots of puppysnuggles. :3


Please note that a lot of what I say in this is based on what I knew back then. Any flaws in reasoning or information you might want to point out... I probably already know. Just try to roll with it, okay? *huggles*

Thumbnail courtesy of Alex Reynard.", "writing": "The Ethics of Babysitting, Part Two\nby Alfador\n\n*****************\n\nWARNING!! The following story contains explicit sexual acts between furries, one of whom *appears* underage. It also contains ethical concepts which you may or may not agree with. If you are offended by such subject matter, or if you are under the legal age to view such material in your area, do not read any further. By doing so, you agree to take full responsibility for your actions in reading this story. I take no responsibility for anything you may happen to do or read. This story is intended as fantasy only and any resemblance to real events, past or present, is entirely coincidental and probably a huge delusion.\n\nIf, after all that, you still want to read this story, enjoy. =^.^= It contains gender and age transformation, shopping, diapers, magic, and some other stuff. Oh, and Alfie's full name gets revealed! (Like you didn't know it already. ;) Unlike the first part, we start out with yiff, instead of ending up there. =^.^=\n\nThis is the second part of the story that introduces the characters. Beyond this, there will probably be stand-alone short stories (as alluded to near the end of this chapter) but, aside from chronological consistency, there might not be any long-term plot, just a series of smaller adventures. ;)\n\nWhen I got the idea for the situation that would give the fox and raccoon some adventures, I didn't realize that I was essentially ripping off Pastel Defender Heliotrope as far as being a magical entity dedicated to bringing happiness to people. ;) *giggle* And my sincerest apologies to the Arfenhouse crew for the reference in the store.\n\nOne final note. The author requests that this story NOT be discussed or even referred to in ANY forum or medium other than personal email, for reasons of privacy. Do NOT distribute. Seriously. (Feedback through the form is fine, for sure.)\n\n*****************\n\n John woke up to a familiar sensation and an unfamiliar one. As often happened, he had morning wood, and knew without needing to touch a hand to his crotch that his shaft had slid all the way out of his sheath.\n\n What was not familiar was that said member was being handled.\n\n Soft handpaws kneaded and stroked his maleness, and as the raccoon stirred into wakefulness, he felt hot moistness envelop his erect cock, and a silky-soft tongue caressing him. His eyes fluttered open to view a young fox kit happily bobbing his muzzle up and down on John's penis.\n\n His first reaction, one of shock and horror, lasted but a second. The second, being realization, immediately arrested the scream he would have voiced. Memory flooded back into his mind as dreamland washed away with the morning, and he remembered the previous night...\n\n That fateful babysitting job. Those impossible magics. That loving face...so cute, innocent, young...and agelessly wise. The mind of an adult far older than he himself was, but the sweet, cute body of a young kit. The car ride home...\n\n \"Good morning, Unca John!\" the joyful voice greeted him. \"Didja sleep well?\" John chuckled at his apparent declaration as \"Uncle\" to the young fox, and replied, \"Of course I slept well. I had you to cuddle, Alfie.\" The boyfox giggled, and John glanced down at Alfie's crotch, seeing that, indeed, Alfie had transformed back to male sometime during the night. Also, he was no longer wearing a diaper.\n\n The kit giggled, \"Don'tcha know the best part of waking up, is gettin' sucked off?\" The raccoon gave a wry grin; he was still mildly disturbed by the incongruity between the three-tailed fox's youthful appearance, and his overt sexuality, no matter how much he might enjoy such.\n\n John's mind drifted back to the events of the previous night. After the incredible revelations of the little fox's origins and true age, and seeming proof thereof, they had packed away a variety of objects into the diaper bag that now lay on the floor in front of his dresser. Then he had driven away from an empty lot--the house that he had babysat Alfie in was nothing but an illusion. Upon reaching his apartment, he had voiced concern over who might see him disappearing into his apartment with a child who was obviously not his own. Alfie had reassured him that the fox would remain invisible to all but John. \"People see what they expect to see. It's not all that hard to convince them that they're not seeing something out of the ordinary, when they don't WANT to.\"\n\n The utter lack of police pounding down his door lent credence to the kit's words. Apparently, if anybody had seen them, all they'd seen was a raccoon returning from another routine late-evening babysitting job...alone.\n\n John smiled as the young vulpine's tails swished about, lightly brushing his feet. His own stripey tail twitched back and forth as the foxie continued with the blowjob. The experience of sexual activity with another person was still new to him, and he didn't last long. With a whining moan, he shuddered in orgasm, raccoon spunk filling Alfie's mouth even as he eagerly gulped it down.\n\n The raccoon lay on the bed, breathing heavily, as Alfie snuggled against him. \"Ya like that, huh?\" the young fox merfed. John opened his eyes to the welcome sight of the smiling young kit. The two lovers kissed, and the raccoon's eyes drifted down to Alfie's crotch. A blaze of pink was poking out of the young vulpine's sheath, quickly expanding as the kit proved his ability to become aroused. \"Hey, you're getting hard too,\" John said, nuzzling the fox's cheekruff. Alfie giggled. \"Yup, I've got a yiffy stiffie now too...'cause I can!\" he grinned. \"Do ya like it?\" The raccoon smiled, and pulled the kit's legs to his shoulders. \"Mmmm, I do. How 'bout I,\" he churred, \"return the favor?\"\n\n Alfie giggled and oohed, as the raccoon took his swollen vulpine member into his muzzle, lovingly teasing the fox's sensitive cock with his tongue. Fox and raccoon were in utter bliss together; John's heart was pounding at all the wonderous \"firsts\" he had gone through in the past night and morning. After several tender minutes of the little fox merfing and squirming slightly as he was sucked off by his lover and former babysitter, a soft yipping erupted from his mouth and warm spurts of spooge erupted into John's mouth.\n\n John had never tasted any but his own before. He found the kit's jizz to be much like his, slightly salty with a bitter aftertaste, but the little one's semen tasted sweeter, more like the clear precum fluid, with less of the creamy texture of sperm-bearing spunk.\n\n It was just as he'd imagined it. The raccoon was in utter heaven. So was Alfie, of course, as John licked the young fox's member clean, the kit yipped and twitched from the wonderful stimulation of his most sensitive areas. As the vulpine penis slipped back into its sheath, Alfie lay against his lover, nuzzling the raccoon's neck.\n\n Sometime later, after a bachelor-pad-style breakfast of cereal (i.e. wash your own bowl), the question of clothing came up.\n\n Alfie laid out the situation. \"Basically, I have the clothes you babysat me in, and most of a package of diapers. We're going to have to go out and buy some clothes for me. Now, before you start worrying over people seeing you buying children's clothes, let me reassure you that I'll be using a variant of my invisibility illusion. It's difficult to become completely invisible when there's a lot of people around to affect, and we're going to have to interact with some of them anyway, in order to make purchases. But remember, people are used to seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I call it my nondescript illusion. It makes people come up with their own explanation for why what they're seeing is perfectly normal. For example, seeing a little fox, seeming to be the child of a raccoon...they'll probably assume I'm adopted, and your wife and the other 1.5 kits are at the perfectly ordinary home.\"\n\n The raccoon grinned. \"So, no matter what they see, they'll come up with a perfectly ordinary explanation for it? What if we do something REALLY weird?\" Alfie gave a knowing smile, scritching John's chest fur gently. \"Then things could get tricky. That's another reason for me to have clothes...a naked kit running around in a store might be too much for most to rationalize. Also, I wouldn't do anything that might look out of place on a security camera recording--I can't affect minds when I'm not there anymore. So, sorry, but you'll have to keep yer paws out of my pants while we're in public,\" the foxie giggled. \"And I don't expect you to spend the rent money on clothes for me. Just what you can afford. Even diapers might become a luxury, at least until we get some cloth ones and plastic panties.\" At the mention of Alfie in diapers, the raccoon churred with delight. \"Rrrrrowl. Erm, I guess that means we'll also need a changing pad.\"\n\n Alfie giggled. \"Way ahead of you. If you'll recall, that was one of the things we packed up in the diaper bag.\" He grabbed the pastel container in question and unzipped the main pocket, revealing that the babyfur-printed changing mat was among the items from the house that actually existed. John shrugged, \"Okay, one less thing to worry about. Erm. I, uh, don't exactly hang around children's clothing stores. I've been a bit paranoid on that front, seeing as how I wouldn't have actually bought anything, it would seem a little suspicious. On the plus side, it means I'm unlikely to be recognized there. But...well, where IS a cub clothes store?\" The foxie giggled and hugged him. \"Another hit. I scouted out a few locations before contacting you directly. Oh, and something you may not have considered. When I transform, I can change my apparent age...and therefore size. To avoid ripping clothes in the process, I'll probably wanna be nekkid when I change age. Sex doesn't matter there, 'cause I keep more or less the same proportions. But I can change the effective size of clothes to fit me with magic. Kind of an auto-tailoring spell. An' all I'd need would be the original clothes, for the fabric matter pattern, a good idea of how big or small it's going to need to be, and some extra matter to convert if the end result is going to be bigger. Anything with the right mass would work--a handful of dirt would be enough for most minor size shifts. However, I can't really do it all that often, 'cause matter conversion is WAY time-consuming.\"\n\n John mulled over this last bit. \"So, basically, the more complex the magic is, the more time it takes?\" Alfie shook his head. \"Not precisely. It works kinda weird. Some things are really easy to do quick, since they happen naturally. Like healing magic--all that really does, is pump massive amounts of magical energy into a body's natural healing mechanisms, speeding them up and increasing their effectiveness. Healing nerves and brain tissue is a lot more difficult, because no natural healing mechanisms exist for neurons. In that case, I'd hafta do a lot more work to figure out what needed to be done. But something like raw matter conversion is really difficult, because I'd have to pour a lot of energy into making the conversion, then bleed it off safely. I can't channel that kind of power all at once. It's far easier to have a sample of the same kind of material to magically weave into the enlarged object. That'd make it way faster...but I'd need two copies of the same garment or something. Kinda wasteful, in that case.\"\n\n \"Now,\" the 271-year-old kit continued, \"my transformations are another thing entirely. It's not so much a spell, as it is an innate ability of my kind to transform our bodies. There aren't very many of us in the multiverse...but I digress. Suffice to say, I can easily take male or female form, any apparent age, with my 'default' appearance of a three-tailed fox. For you, I'm guessing you'd be quite happy if I confined myself to forms between infancy at the onset of speech, up to barely on the cusp of puberty.\" The raccoon's heart pounded in his chest. \"Y-yes, that would be...wonderful!\"\n\n Alfie smiled, and led John's gaze down to his crotch, where he saw the foxboy morph into a girl again. She locked eyes with the raccoon and hugged him again, her re-lengthened headfur cascading about her shoulders. \"I call you Uncle John, but for trips outside, to clothing stores and such, I'll play the part of your adoptive daughter. Daddy.\" She giggled. \"And while I'm nude, and on the subject, I'd like to put on a show for you, and you tell me if I reach the limits of your attraction.\" She rolled off the bed, standing on the floor as John watched.\n\n Slowly the vixen grew in height, striking enticing poses as she passed through apparent years. When her breasts began to expand and become visible, the raccoon gasped, \"Ooh, stop there!\" Alfie obediently ceased her growth, her chest fixed at an underdeveloped state, rather than completely undeveloped, and murred in a subtly shifted voice, \"So you like this as the limit?\" John's heart pounded, and he felt his sheath begin to bulge again. \"Ohhh, yes...that's about the biggest breasts I'd enjoy. Could...could you come here?\" The vixen giggled, and plonked down on the bed. \"Why, of course. I'd estimate I'm about twelve or thirteen years equivalent age about now. Wanna touch?\"\n\n Indeed John did want to touch, and did so, Alfie murring with pleasure as he ran his handpaws over her extra-small rounded breasts. After a minute or so of fondlesnuggling, he sat back up, giving a loving scritch behind the vixen's ears as they slid apart. \"Now show me the younger side.\" he grinned. The foxgirl grinned right back at him, and waved her hands theatrically. She shrank faster than she had grown, slowing up as her body passed its earlier size, her body dwindling in proportion to her head. She literally got cuter every second, until she came to a sudden stop. In a surprisingly high-pitched voice, the vixen girl giggled, \"This is aboud as faw as I c'n go befowe my vocah cowds star' gettin' doo undevewoped ta' speek. A' course, I could jus' keep me speakin' capabiwities constant, buddI've gotta thing fer realizm.\"\n\n Alfie now appeared no more than a toddler, her tails swishing cutely behind her. John couldn't contain himself. He picked the vixen girl up in his arms and playfully nuzzled her. \"Oh! You're too cute for words!\" The raccoon almost felt younger himself as he tickled her tummy, the little nekkid foxie squealing with delight. John lost all cares for the time being, playing with the little toddlervixen, for once without worrying himself over whether he was touching her innappropriately. For once in his life, he didn't HAVE to worry.\n\n After about half an hour of playful romp and snuggles, Alfie grew back to six-year-old size, and smooched her \"daddy.\" \"Time for me ta get dressed,\" she grinned, \"an' go get some clothes.\" John's smile never faded as he nuzzled her cheek softly, \"...so what are you going to wear there?\" he asked. \"I got those shorts an' T-shirt,\" the vixen murred, \"they're pretty unisex. I'm gonna have to wear those boy underoos, though...but nobody's going to notice. An' remember, you promised that'd be the only pair of boy underpants that I get!\"\n\n The raccoon chuckled, \"That's right...good thing, too; people might think it odd if I bought boy-style underpants for a little girl fox.\" Alfie grinned mischieviously. \"Or...WOULD they? Heehee...\" John's eyes narrowed as he smiled. \"Oho, you're getting tricky, eh? Heh. Well, just remember to keep us non-interesting like that, and all will go well. But you're not getting any boy underoos! And just for that, I'll get you some girly training panties, too!\" Alfie clapped her hands. \"Yay! Just what I wanted!\" Raccoon and fox laughed together, hugging tightly.\n\n Alfie slid off the bed and walked over to the diaper bag, taking out the clothes she'd worn the night before. As she slipped into the gender-neutral kit's clothes, she got a sly look on her face. Rummaging around in the diaper bag, she came up with three diapers from the package of the previous night. \"Oh, one more thing,\" she grinned, \"you remember how I said I could make clothing any size?\" John nodded, \"Yeah, so I suppose a single package of diapers could fit you at any age, right?\" Alfie grinned widely and giggled. \"Yup, but...that's not all.\"\n\n With the diapers stacked between her palms, the vixen kit closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate. A soft glow surrounded the stack, and the three seemed to meld into one. When she opened her eyes, the kit held in her paws a single disposable diaper, of the same style as the rest in the package, but big enough to fit... \"Hey, that looks big enough for me to...wear...\" John exclaimed, his eyes widening. \"Oh...my.\" The raccoon didn't even try to hide his arousal. Alfie smiled and presented the huge diaper to her lover. \"I knew you had a fetish for these. Have you ever thought of...wearing one?\"\n\n The raccoon's blush was visible even under his cheekfur. \"I...I'd thought I'd never be able to. Baby diapers were too small by the time I found out I liked them. And adult diapers...well, they just weren't cubbie enough, so to speak. It's my second fetish. I love young cubs, and I love diapers too. I guess I've been fortunate, in that the babysitting jobs I took for one, often would involve the other.\" Alfie winked. \"I suppose you might have figured out by now that I also have a diaper fetish. Only, instead of wanting to have sex with little kits, I wanted to BE a little kit. And one day I was able to fulfill that dream through transformation!\" John nodded eagerly. \"And my dream too!\" he exclaimed.\n\n The raccoon suddenly became oddly pensive. \"I'm just waiting for there to be a catch. This all seems just too good to be true. I know you've said that you WANTED it to have no catches, but I just can't shake the feeling. I'm sorry, it's a bit foolish of me.\" The fox girl laid a hand on John's shoulder. \"It's not foolish; it's perfectly natural. But...I suppose you won't be satisfied until I come up with a catch, hmm?\" she giggled. John gave a wry grin. \"Sounds fair. I trust you to make it something that won't drive me into a depression again or something.\" Alfie buried her face in the raccoon's chestfur. \"No, never ever ever will I do something to hurt you,\" her muffled voice came from John's torso, her breath making his chest hot.\n\n \"I'll think of something,\" she grinned, bouncing off the bed while taking John's hand into her own, \"later. And I'll see about getting you into this diaper later, too. *giggle* For now, let's go shopping!\"\n\n They were halfway to the front door before John realized he needed to put clothes on, too.\n\n*****\n\n The odd couple walked through the kit's clothes store. Alfie picked out several outfits, some rather gender-neutral, others blatantly feminine. All of them were picked in a size commensurate with her current age. The fox girl also made sure that two packages of pink frilly panties went into the basket. One pack had various girly patterns all over, the other was solid pink. It was about when she picked out a package of fuzzy socks (assorted colors) that she noticed John's growing nervousness.\n\n \"This gonna be too much for your wallet?\" she asked, concerned. \"Oh, no, no...\" the raccoon replied, \"it's just that I'm still a bit shaky on this whole 'ignore us' spell thing.\" The vixen girl gave a mischievious grin, and suddenly yelled as loud as she could, \"TOMATOES!!!\"\n\n Shocked, John didn't react until she had shouted another word aimlessly: \"CORN!!!\" He desperately looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention, not even when Alfie yowled loudest of all, \"LASER GUN!!!\" before clinging gigglingly to the raccoon's bare leg. \"Wha...wah...buh...why did you do that?\" John stammered, confused and ruffled. The foxgirl giggled, \"To show you that even random outbursts like that can be ignored if you don't want to pay any attention to them. Just relax. Remember, about the only things that could get us in trouble now, are if you shoplifted something, or were obviously molesting me.\"\n\n Alfie motioned for John to lean down, and whispered in his ear, \"The molesting we'll do later, once we get home...'daddy.'\" She giggled, and skipped further down the aisle. \"I think we're pretty much done here. We can pick up diapers and training panties at the supermarket, on the way back.\"\n\n Despite the raccoon's fears, the cashier didn't even seem to notice the pair and their purchases, save to swipe the clothes across the barcode scanner, and give nigh-automated greetings and instructions. \"Credit or Debit?\" the tiger asked, and John swiped his card, deducting the money from his checking account. Alfie had made some good choices regarding sales; not only were they under budget, they'd have enough to spare for diapers and training panties on the way home.\n\n The feline cashier's eyes seemed vacant and distant whenever they looked at the raccoon and fox. This was slightly unnerving to John, but he assumed (correctly) that it was just a side effect of the \"lack of interest\" spell.\n\n Back out in the car, Alfie helped load their purchases into the back seat, then jumped in and fastened her own seat belt as John climbed into the driver's seat. The raccoon navigated the small car from the strip mall to the parking lot of an S-Mart closer to home. Because of such geographic proximity, he was a bit more nervous about being recognized. The little vixen girl assured him that the spell was still working, however, and he breathed a little easier.\n\n Inside, they made a beeline for the baby aisle. John's handpaws were slightly shaking as he pulled the package of XXL size disposables from the shelf and put it in the shopping cart. Checking the prices, he found that indeed there was enough for this, plus a pack of pull-on style disposable training panties. There was even enough left over for a small 3-pack of cloth diapers (in the largest size they had) plus some cute diaper pins with smiling fox faces and a single pair of pink plastic panties. Score!\n\n As he turned to make his way to the checkout lines, the raccoon froze, and his ears stood straight up. Walking up the aisle, looking straight at him, was Zach from work. The wolf was pushing a shopping cart full of foodstuffs, with his daughter in the child-carrier seat. John's heart pounded in his chest as he thought for SURE the lupine would recognize him...\n\n The raccoon felt a tug on his shorts, and saw Alfie holding the left leg. Her other arm wrapped around HIS leg, and her eyes were closed. In concentration? Zach approached, but his eyes... John suddenly realized it was the same vacant stare he'd seen in the cashier earlier. The wolf didn't even seem to recognize him; his muzzle parted in a noncommital voice, \"Hey buddy, could ya scoot over? I gotta get to the shelf.\" John moved his cart as quickly as he could, pivoting himself on the leg Alfie was latched on to. Zach put a package of diapers for his daughter in his own cart, then moved on as if nothing had happened.\n\n When the wolf had turned the corner at the far end of the aisle, John found his voice again. \"Um...bu-er...Alfie. Will...will he remember what he saw here?\" The kit hugged his leg. \"Nopers. He's already forgotten that there was even ANYONE in this aisle. I saw you tense up and realized he must be someone you know. So I got real close to you to make sure the spell would make it so he wouldn't recognize you...even after the fact.\" She bounced happily, swishing her tails. \"Let's not worry. I wanna get home to try this stuff out!\"\n\n The raccoon twitched his tail with uncertainty as he pushed the cart back towards the front of the store. He passed the displays of pacifiers and bottle tops, and recalled Alfie's infant form. He smiled. (Time enough for that later, next paycheck...) he thought. Again the checkout proceeded without incident. John spied Zach, two lanes over. On impulse, he waved. Not even a flicker of response or recognition. The raccoon heaved a sigh of relief, and lovingly scritched his smiling vixen behind the ears. Alfie murred all the way to the car.\n\n On the way back to John's apartment, Alfie saw a young cheetah sitting on the sidewalk alone, his head in his hands. On impulse, she reached out with her mind in a gentle brush. The flash of emotional tangle that immediately sprang into her consciousness made her yipe almost involuntarily. John hit the brakes, concern for his love foremost in his mind. The little fox hastened to reassure him. \"No, no, it's not me, it's...Just wait here, I'll be back!\" Unbuckling her seat belt, she threw open the door and ran back towards the crying kitty. She slowed up as she approached, and the sound of pawfalls approaching roused the youngster from his misery.\n\n The girlfox closed the distance as fast as she dared; she didn't want him to run away. \"Hey there...\" she said as nonthreateningly as she could, \"What's wrong?\" Alfie knew the answer, already. \"I...*sob*...I can't tell anyone. He told me...NO. Nobody.\" She crouched down beside the catboy, calmness shining in her eyes. \"Listen to me. No matter what anyone told you, you CAN tell someone if someone else has been mistreating you. Tell someone you trust. You don't have to let people hurt you like that. Even if they are grown-ups and bigger than you.\" The cheetah sniffed. \"Th-thank you. He...he said he'd hurt me worse if I told anyone...\" The fox girl frowned and shook her head. \"Then tell someone THAT, too. Someone you trust to protect you from...from him. You can win this.\"\n\n The cheetah boy began to dry his tears. \"Okay...I'm going to tell Mom. But...how did you know? Who are you?\" Alfie grinned mischieviously. \"Just a little fox girl who doesn't like to see people hurting. Buh-bye!\" She quickly darted off, weaving behind a hedge before returning to John's car.\n\n As they drove the rest of the way home, John and Alfie talked about the incident. \"Was that...?\" The fox girl answered the raccoon's unvoiced question, \"No, that was not magic. That was one person helping another. I did use magic to find out what was making him sad. Someone--I don't know who--was abusing him. Might have been someone at school, might have been a relative, might even have been his father. Or it might have been a babysitter...of the sort your efforts help to protect kits against.\" John drooped. \"That...that could have been me, if I weren't guarding myself against that sort of thing.\"\n\n The little fox girl touched John's shoulder, careful not to disrupt his steering. \"But it wasn't you. You DO guard yourself, and in so doing, guard little ones from those with less ethics--same desires or not! And that's the catch,\" she finished enigmatically.\n\n \"What's what catch?\" the raccoon asked, confused, as he pulled in to his parking spot. Alfie smiled and hugged him as he set the parking brake. \"I've figured out what the big responsibility is that you were waiting for. Aside from providing food, clothing, and yiffy fun for me, that is.\" \"Well...what is it?\" John asked, a little nervous.\n\n \"We're going to help people. People like that cheetah back there. Exactly like what I did. But with my magic, we can sneak around and help people who wouldn't be able to get help otherwise. I'll be able to find situations where cubs are being hurt, and either rescue them directly, or more likely, be able to help them after the fact. Together, we can help them deal with trauma, and explain situations...it'll break the cycle of abuse! Don'tcha wanna help make the world a better place with me?\" the vixen girl smiled.\n\n John was stunned. This wasn't a catch. Sure, it was an added responsibility, but...it was the perfect idea! Help cubs to heal their pain, and stop abuse. \"Did you come up with that just now?\" Alfie nodded, as the two walked up the stairs to John's apartment, grocery bags in tow. \"It might seem contrived in retrospect, but I must confess I didn't get the inspiration until I talked to that cheetah boy. I came to you because I wanted to help you. But together, we have the potential to help many others, too!\"\n\n The raccoon smiled. \"Save the world, huh?\" \"Or at least this city. Even just around this neighborhood, we could make the world a better place,\" Alfie nodded. The loving pair embraced again, agreeing to go out and help people...to make a difference. \"But tonight,\" John continued, \"aside from our own fun fooling around, there's something I'd like to know.\"\n\n After setting the clothes and diapers down on the floor, John closed the door and locked it. \"Ah, Alfie sounds a lot like a shortened form. What is your real name?\" The vixen girl giggled, and as she pulled a pair of training panties from the newly-opened package, answered, \"Alfador.\"\n\n John chuckled and picked the fox girl up. \"Alfador, eh? Alfie still sounds cuter. But at least now I know. Now let's get you into those nifty crinkly trainers, little girl.\" Alfador squealed, \"Yaaay! Padded again!\" as she was carried into the bedroom.\n\n***END PART TWO***", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Ethics of Babysitting, Part Two
by Alfador

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WARNING!! The following story contains explicit sexual acts between furries, one of whom *appears* underage. It also contains ethical concepts which you may or may not agree with. If you are offended by such subject matter, or if you are under the legal age to view such material in your area, do not read any further. By doing so, you agree to take full responsibility for your actions in reading this story. I take no responsibility for anything you may happen to do or read. This story is intended as fantasy only and any resemblance to real events, past or present, is entirely coincidental and probably a huge delusion.

If, after all that, you still want to read this story, enjoy. =^.^= It contains gender and age transformation, shopping, diapers, magic, and some other stuff. Oh, and Alfie's full name gets revealed! (Like you didn't know it already. ;) Unlike the first part, we start out with yiff, instead of ending up there. =^.^=

This is the second part of the story that introduces the characters. Beyond this, there will probably be stand-alone short stories (as alluded to near the end of this chapter) but, aside from chronological consistency, there might not be any long-term plot, just a series of smaller adventures. ;)

When I got the idea for the situation that would give the fox and raccoon some adventures, I didn't realize that I was essentially ripping off Pastel Defender Heliotrope as far as being a magical entity dedicated to bringing happiness to people. ;) *giggle* And my sincerest apologies to the Arfenhouse crew for the reference in the store.

One final note. The author requests that this story NOT be discussed or even referred to in ANY forum or medium other than personal email, for reasons of privacy. Do NOT distribute. Seriously. (Feedback through the form is fine, for sure.)

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  John woke up to a familiar sensation and an unfamiliar one. As often happened, he had morning wood, and knew without needing to touch a hand to his crotch that his shaft had slid all the way out of his sheath.

  What was not familiar was that said member was being handled.

  Soft handpaws kneaded and stroked his maleness, and as the raccoon stirred into wakefulness, he felt hot moistness envelop his erect cock, and a silky-soft tongue caressing him. His eyes fluttered open to view a young fox kit happily bobbing his muzzle up and down on John's penis.

  His first reaction, one of shock and horror, lasted but a second. The second, being realization, immediately arrested the scream he would have voiced. Memory flooded back into his mind as dreamland washed away with the morning, and he remembered the previous night...

  That fateful babysitting job. Those impossible magics. That loving face...so cute, innocent, young...and agelessly wise. The mind of an adult far older than he himself was, but the sweet, cute body of a young kit. The car ride home...

  "Good morning, Unca John!" the joyful voice greeted him. "Didja sleep well?" John chuckled at his apparent declaration as "Uncle" to the young fox, and replied, "Of course I slept well. I had you to cuddle, Alfie." The boyfox giggled, and John glanced down at Alfie's crotch, seeing that, indeed, Alfie had transformed back to male sometime during the night. Also, he was no longer wearing a diaper.

  The kit giggled, "Don'tcha know the best part of waking up, is gettin' sucked off?" The raccoon gave a wry grin; he was still mildly disturbed by the incongruity between the three-tailed fox's youthful appearance, and his overt sexuality, no matter how much he might enjoy such.

  John's mind drifted back to the events of the previous night. After the incredible revelations of the little fox's origins and true age, and seeming proof thereof, they had packed away a variety of objects into the diaper bag that now lay on the floor in front of his dresser. Then he had driven away from an empty lot--the house that he had babysat Alfie in was nothing but an illusion. Upon reaching his apartment, he had voiced concern over who might see him disappearing into his apartment with a child who was obviously not his own. Alfie had reassured him that the fox would remain invisible to all but John. "People see what they expect to see. It's not all that hard to convince them that they're not seeing something out of the ordinary, when they don't WANT to."

  The utter lack of police pounding down his door lent credence to the kit's words. Apparently, if anybody had seen them, all they'd seen was a raccoon returning from another routine late-evening babysitting job...alone.

  John smiled as the young vulpine's tails swished about, lightly brushing his feet. His own stripey tail twitched back and forth as the foxie continued with the blowjob. The experience of sexual activity with another person was still new to him, and he didn't last long. With a whining moan, he shuddered in orgasm, raccoon spunk filling Alfie's mouth even as he eagerly gulped it down.

  The raccoon lay on the bed, breathing heavily, as Alfie snuggled against him. "Ya like that, huh?" the young fox merfed. John opened his eyes to the welcome sight of the smiling young kit. The two lovers kissed, and the raccoon's eyes drifted down to Alfie's crotch. A blaze of pink was poking out of the young vulpine's sheath, quickly expanding as the kit proved his ability to become aroused. "Hey, you're getting hard too," John said, nuzzling the fox's cheekruff. Alfie giggled. "Yup, I've got a yiffy stiffie now too...'cause I can!" he grinned. "Do ya like it?" The raccoon smiled, and pulled the kit's legs to his shoulders. "Mmmm, I do. How 'bout I," he churred, "return the favor?"

  Alfie giggled and oohed, as the raccoon took his swollen vulpine member into his muzzle, lovingly teasing the fox's sensitive cock with his tongue. Fox and raccoon were in utter bliss together; John's heart was pounding at all the wonderous "firsts" he had gone through in the past night and morning. After several tender minutes of the little fox merfing and squirming slightly as he was sucked off by his lover and former babysitter, a soft yipping erupted from his mouth and warm spurts of spooge erupted into John's mouth.

  John had never tasted any but his own before. He found the kit's jizz to be much like his, slightly salty with a bitter aftertaste, but the little one's semen tasted sweeter, more like the clear precum fluid, with less of the creamy texture of sperm-bearing spunk.

  It was just as he'd imagined it. The raccoon was in utter heaven. So was Alfie, of course, as John licked the young fox's member clean, the kit yipped and twitched from the wonderful stimulation of his most sensitive areas. As the vulpine penis slipped back into its sheath, Alfie lay against his lover, nuzzling the raccoon's neck.

  Sometime later, after a bachelor-pad-style breakfast of cereal (i.e. wash your own bowl), the question of clothing came up.

  Alfie laid out the situation. "Basically, I have the clothes you babysat me in, and most of a package of diapers. We're going to have to go out and buy some clothes for me. Now, before you start worrying over people seeing you buying children's clothes, let me reassure you that I'll be using a variant of my invisibility illusion. It's difficult to become completely invisible when there's a lot of people around to affect, and we're going to have to interact with some of them anyway, in order to make purchases. But remember, people are used to seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I call it my nondescript illusion. It makes people come up with their own explanation for why what they're seeing is perfectly normal. For example, seeing a little fox, seeming to be the child of a raccoon...they'll probably assume I'm adopted, and your wife and the other 1.5 kits are at the perfectly ordinary home."

  The raccoon grinned. "So, no matter what they see, they'll come up with a perfectly ordinary explanation for it? What if we do something REALLY weird?" Alfie gave a knowing smile, scritching John's chest fur gently. "Then things could get tricky. That's another reason for me to have clothes...a naked kit running around in a store might be too much for most to rationalize. Also, I wouldn't do anything that might look out of place on a security camera recording--I can't affect minds when I'm not there anymore. So, sorry, but you'll have to keep yer paws out of my pants while we're in public," the foxie giggled. "And I don't expect you to spend the rent money on clothes for me. Just what you can afford. Even diapers might become a luxury, at least until we get some cloth ones and plastic panties." At the mention of Alfie in diapers, the raccoon churred with delight. "Rrrrrowl. Erm, I guess that means we'll also need a changing pad."

  Alfie giggled. "Way ahead of you. If you'll recall, that was one of the things we packed up in the diaper bag." He grabbed the pastel container in question and unzipped the main pocket, revealing that the babyfur-printed changing mat was among the items from the house that actually existed. John shrugged, "Okay, one less thing to worry about. Erm. I, uh, don't exactly hang around children's clothing stores. I've been a bit paranoid on that front, seeing as how I wouldn't have actually bought anything, it would seem a little suspicious. On the plus side, it means I'm unlikely to be recognized there. But...well, where IS a cub clothes store?" The foxie giggled and hugged him. "Another hit. I scouted out a few locations before contacting you directly. Oh, and something you may not have considered. When I transform, I can change my apparent age...and therefore size. To avoid ripping clothes in the process, I'll probably wanna be nekkid when I change age. Sex doesn't matter there, 'cause I keep more or less the same proportions. But I can change the effective size of clothes to fit me with magic. Kind of an auto-tailoring spell. An' all I'd need would be the original clothes, for the fabric matter pattern, a good idea of how big or small it's going to need to be, and some extra matter to convert if the end result is going to be bigger. Anything with the right mass would work--a handful of dirt would be enough for most minor size shifts. However, I can't really do it all that often, 'cause matter conversion is WAY time-consuming."

  John mulled over this last bit. "So, basically, the more complex the magic is, the more time it takes?" Alfie shook his head. "Not precisely. It works kinda weird. Some things are really easy to do quick, since they happen naturally. Like healing magic--all that really does, is pump massive amounts of magical energy into a body's natural healing mechanisms, speeding them up and increasing their effectiveness. Healing nerves and brain tissue is a lot more difficult, because no natural healing mechanisms exist for neurons. In that case, I'd hafta do a lot more work to figure out what needed to be done. But something like raw matter conversion is really difficult, because I'd have to pour a lot of energy into making the conversion, then bleed it off safely. I can't channel that kind of power all at once. It's far easier to have a sample of the same kind of material to magically weave into the enlarged object. That'd make it way faster...but I'd need two copies of the same garment or something. Kinda wasteful, in that case."

  "Now," the 271-year-old kit continued, "my transformations are another thing entirely. It's not so much a spell, as it is an innate ability of my kind to transform our bodies. There aren't very many of us in the multiverse...but I digress. Suffice to say, I can easily take male or female form, any apparent age, with my 'default' appearance of a three-tailed fox. For you, I'm guessing you'd be quite happy if I confined myself to forms between infancy at the onset of speech, up to barely on the cusp of puberty." The raccoon's heart pounded in his chest. "Y-yes, that would be...wonderful!"

  Alfie smiled, and led John's gaze down to his crotch, where he saw the foxboy morph into a girl again. She locked eyes with the raccoon and hugged him again, her re-lengthened headfur cascading about her shoulders. "I call you Uncle John, but for trips outside, to clothing stores and such, I'll play the part of your adoptive daughter. Daddy." She giggled. "And while I'm nude, and on the subject, I'd like to put on a show for you, and you tell me if I reach the limits of your attraction." She rolled off the bed, standing on the floor as John watched.

  Slowly the vixen grew in height, striking enticing poses as she passed through apparent years. When her breasts began to expand and become visible, the raccoon gasped, "Ooh, stop there!" Alfie obediently ceased her growth, her chest fixed at an underdeveloped state, rather than completely undeveloped, and murred in a subtly shifted voice, "So you like this as the limit?" John's heart pounded, and he felt his sheath begin to bulge again. "Ohhh, yes...that's about the biggest breasts I'd enjoy. Could...could you come here?" The vixen giggled, and plonked down on the bed. "Why, of course. I'd estimate I'm about twelve or thirteen years equivalent age about now. Wanna touch?"

  Indeed John did want to touch, and did so, Alfie murring with pleasure as he ran his handpaws over her extra-small rounded breasts. After a minute or so of fondlesnuggling, he sat back up, giving a loving scritch behind the vixen's ears as they slid apart. "Now show me the younger side." he grinned. The foxgirl grinned right back at him, and waved her hands theatrically. She shrank faster than she had grown, slowing up as her body passed its earlier size, her body dwindling in proportion to her head. She literally got cuter every second, until she came to a sudden stop. In a surprisingly high-pitched voice, the vixen girl giggled, "This is aboud as faw as I c'n go befowe my vocah cowds star' gettin' doo undevewoped ta' speek. A' course, I could jus' keep me speakin' capabiwities constant, buddI've gotta thing fer realizm."

  Alfie now appeared no more than a toddler, her tails swishing cutely behind her. John couldn't contain himself. He picked the vixen girl up in his arms and playfully nuzzled her. "Oh! You're too cute for words!" The raccoon almost felt younger himself as he tickled her tummy, the little nekkid foxie squealing with delight. John lost all cares for the time being, playing with the little toddlervixen, for once without worrying himself over whether he was touching her innappropriately. For once in his life, he didn't HAVE to worry.

  After about half an hour of playful romp and snuggles, Alfie grew back to six-year-old size, and smooched her "daddy." "Time for me ta get dressed," she grinned, "an' go get some clothes." John's smile never faded as he nuzzled her cheek softly, "...so what are you going to wear there?" he asked. "I got those shorts an' T-shirt," the vixen murred, "they're pretty unisex. I'm gonna have to wear those boy underoos, though...but nobody's going to notice. An' remember, you promised that'd be the only pair of boy underpants that I get!"

  The raccoon chuckled, "That's right...good thing, too; people might think it odd if I bought boy-style underpants for a little girl fox." Alfie grinned mischieviously. "Or...WOULD they? Heehee..." John's eyes narrowed as he smiled. "Oho, you're getting tricky, eh? Heh. Well, just remember to keep us non-interesting like that, and all will go well. But you're not getting any boy underoos! And just for that, I'll get you some girly training panties, too!" Alfie clapped her hands. "Yay! Just what I wanted!" Raccoon and fox laughed together, hugging tightly.

  Alfie slid off the bed and walked over to the diaper bag, taking out the clothes she'd worn the night before. As she slipped into the gender-neutral kit's clothes, she got a sly look on her face. Rummaging around in the diaper bag, she came up with three diapers from the package of the previous night. "Oh, one more thing," she grinned, "you remember how I said I could make clothing any size?" John nodded, "Yeah, so I suppose a single package of diapers could fit you at any age, right?" Alfie grinned widely and giggled. "Yup, but...that's not all."

  With the diapers stacked between her palms, the vixen kit closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate. A soft glow surrounded the stack, and the three seemed to meld into one. When she opened her eyes, the kit held in her paws a single disposable diaper, of the same style as the rest in the package, but big enough to fit... "Hey, that looks big enough for me to...wear..." John exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Oh...my." The raccoon didn't even try to hide his arousal. Alfie smiled and presented the huge diaper to her lover. "I knew you had a fetish for these. Have you ever thought of...wearing one?"

  The raccoon's blush was visible even under his cheekfur. "I...I'd thought I'd never be able to. Baby diapers were too small by the time I found out I liked them. And adult diapers...well, they just weren't cubbie enough, so to speak. It's my second fetish. I love young cubs, and I love diapers too. I guess I've been fortunate, in that the babysitting jobs I took for one, often would involve the other." Alfie winked. "I suppose you might have figured out by now that I also have a diaper fetish. Only, instead of wanting to have sex with little kits, I wanted to BE a little kit. And one day I was able to fulfill that dream through transformation!" John nodded eagerly. "And my dream too!" he exclaimed.

  The raccoon suddenly became oddly pensive. "I'm just waiting for there to be a catch. This all seems just too good to be true. I know you've said that you WANTED it to have no catches, but I just can't shake the feeling. I'm sorry, it's a bit foolish of me." The fox girl laid a hand on John's shoulder. "It's not foolish; it's perfectly natural. But...I suppose you won't be satisfied until I come up with a catch, hmm?" she giggled. John gave a wry grin. "Sounds fair. I trust you to make it something that won't drive me into a depression again or something." Alfie buried her face in the raccoon's chestfur. "No, never ever ever will I do something to hurt you," her muffled voice came from John's torso, her breath making his chest hot.

  "I'll think of something," she grinned, bouncing off the bed while taking John's hand into her own, "later. And I'll see about getting you into this diaper later, too. *giggle* For now, let's go shopping!"

  They were halfway to the front door before John realized he needed to put clothes on, too.

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  The odd couple walked through the kit's clothes store. Alfie picked out several outfits, some rather gender-neutral, others blatantly feminine. All of them were picked in a size commensurate with her current age. The fox girl also made sure that two packages of pink frilly panties went into the basket. One pack had various girly patterns all over, the other was solid pink. It was about when she picked out a package of fuzzy socks (assorted colors) that she noticed John's growing nervousness.

  "This gonna be too much for your wallet?" she asked, concerned. "Oh, no, no..." the raccoon replied, "it's just that I'm still a bit shaky on this whole 'ignore us' spell thing." The vixen girl gave a mischievious grin, and suddenly yelled as loud as she could, "TOMATOES!!!"

  Shocked, John didn't react until she had shouted another word aimlessly: "CORN!!!" He desperately looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention, not even when Alfie yowled loudest of all, "LASER GUN!!!" before clinging gigglingly to the raccoon's bare leg. "Wha...wah...buh...why did you do that?" John stammered, confused and ruffled. The foxgirl giggled, "To show you that even random outbursts like that can be ignored if you don't want to pay any attention to them. Just relax. Remember, about the only things that could get us in trouble now, are if you shoplifted something, or were obviously molesting me."

  Alfie motioned for John to lean down, and whispered in his ear, "The molesting we'll do later, once we get home...'daddy.'" She giggled, and skipped further down the aisle. "I think we're pretty much done here. We can pick up diapers and training panties at the supermarket, on the way back."

  Despite the raccoon's fears, the cashier didn't even seem to notice the pair and their purchases, save to swipe the clothes across the barcode scanner, and give nigh-automated greetings and instructions. "Credit or Debit?" the tiger asked, and John swiped his card, deducting the money from his checking account. Alfie had made some good choices regarding sales; not only were they under budget, they'd have enough to spare for diapers and training panties on the way home.

  The feline cashier's eyes seemed vacant and distant whenever they looked at the raccoon and fox. This was slightly unnerving to John, but he assumed (correctly) that it was just a side effect of the "lack of interest" spell.

  Back out in the car, Alfie helped load their purchases into the back seat, then jumped in and fastened her own seat belt as John climbed into the driver's seat. The raccoon navigated the small car from the strip mall to the parking lot of an S-Mart closer to home. Because of such geographic proximity, he was a bit more nervous about being recognized. The little vixen girl assured him that the spell was still working, however, and he breathed a little easier.

  Inside, they made a beeline for the baby aisle. John's handpaws were slightly shaking as he pulled the package of XXL size disposables from the shelf and put it in the shopping cart. Checking the prices, he found that indeed there was enough for this, plus a pack of pull-on style disposable training panties. There was even enough left over for a small 3-pack of cloth diapers (in the largest size they had) plus some cute diaper pins with smiling fox faces and a single pair of pink plastic panties. Score!

  As he turned to make his way to the checkout lines, the raccoon froze, and his ears stood straight up. Walking up the aisle, looking straight at him, was Zach from work. The wolf was pushing a shopping cart full of foodstuffs, with his daughter in the child-carrier seat. John's heart pounded in his chest as he thought for SURE the lupine would recognize him...

  The raccoon felt a tug on his shorts, and saw Alfie holding the left leg. Her other arm wrapped around HIS leg, and her eyes were closed. In concentration? Zach approached, but his eyes... John suddenly realized it was the same vacant stare he'd seen in the cashier earlier. The wolf didn't even seem to recognize him; his muzzle parted in a noncommital voice, "Hey buddy, could ya scoot over? I gotta get to the shelf." John moved his cart as quickly as he could, pivoting himself on the leg Alfie was latched on to. Zach put a package of diapers for his daughter in his own cart, then moved on as if nothing had happened.

  When the wolf had turned the corner at the far end of the aisle, John found his voice again. "Um...bu-er...Alfie. Will...will he remember what he saw here?" The kit hugged his leg. "Nopers. He's already forgotten that there was even ANYONE in this aisle. I saw you tense up and realized he must be someone you know. So I got real close to you to make sure the spell would make it so he wouldn't recognize you...even after the fact." She bounced happily, swishing her tails. "Let's not worry. I wanna get home to try this stuff out!"

  The raccoon twitched his tail with uncertainty as he pushed the cart back towards the front of the store. He passed the displays of pacifiers and bottle tops, and recalled Alfie's infant form. He smiled. (Time enough for that later, next paycheck...) he thought. Again the checkout proceeded without incident. John spied Zach, two lanes over. On impulse, he waved. Not even a flicker of response or recognition. The raccoon heaved a sigh of relief, and lovingly scritched his smiling vixen behind the ears. Alfie murred all the way to the car.

  On the way back to John's apartment, Alfie saw a young cheetah sitting on the sidewalk alone, his head in his hands. On impulse, she reached out with her mind in a gentle brush. The flash of emotional tangle that immediately sprang into her consciousness made her yipe almost involuntarily. John hit the brakes, concern for his love foremost in his mind. The little fox hastened to reassure him. "No, no, it's not me, it's...Just wait here, I'll be back!" Unbuckling her seat belt, she threw open the door and ran back towards the crying kitty. She slowed up as she approached, and the sound of pawfalls approaching roused the youngster from his misery.

  The girlfox closed the distance as fast as she dared; she didn't want him to run away. "Hey there..." she said as nonthreateningly as she could, "What's wrong?" Alfie knew the answer, already. "I...*sob*...I can't tell anyone. He told me...NO. Nobody." She crouched down beside the catboy, calmness shining in her eyes. "Listen to me. No matter what anyone told you, you CAN tell someone if someone else has been mistreating you. Tell someone you trust. You don't have to let people hurt you like that. Even if they are grown-ups and bigger than you." The cheetah sniffed. "Th-thank you. He...he said he'd hurt me worse if I told anyone..." The fox girl frowned and shook her head. "Then tell someone THAT, too. Someone you trust to protect you from...from him. You can win this."

  The cheetah boy began to dry his tears. "Okay...I'm going to tell Mom. But...how did you know? Who are you?" Alfie grinned mischieviously. "Just a little fox girl who doesn't like to see people hurting. Buh-bye!" She quickly darted off, weaving behind a hedge before returning to John's car.

  As they drove the rest of the way home, John and Alfie talked about the incident. "Was that...?" The fox girl answered the raccoon's unvoiced question, "No, that was not magic. That was one person helping another. I did use magic to find out what was making him sad. Someone--I don't know who--was abusing him. Might have been someone at school, might have been a relative, might even have been his father. Or it might have been a babysitter...of the sort your efforts help to protect kits against." John drooped. "That...that could have been me, if I weren't guarding myself against that sort of thing."

  The little fox girl touched John's shoulder, careful not to disrupt his steering. "But it wasn't you. You DO guard yourself, and in so doing, guard little ones from those with less ethics--same desires or not! And that's the catch," she finished enigmatically.

  "What's what catch?" the raccoon asked, confused, as he pulled in to his parking spot. Alfie smiled and hugged him as he set the parking brake. "I've figured out what the big responsibility is that you were waiting for. Aside from providing food, clothing, and yiffy fun for me, that is." "Well...what is it?" John asked, a little nervous.

  "We're going to help people. People like that cheetah back there. Exactly like what I did. But with my magic, we can sneak around and help people who wouldn't be able to get help otherwise. I'll be able to find situations where cubs are being hurt, and either rescue them directly, or more likely, be able to help them after the fact. Together, we can help them deal with trauma, and explain situations...it'll break the cycle of abuse! Don'tcha wanna help make the world a better place with me?" the vixen girl smiled.

  John was stunned. This wasn't a catch. Sure, it was an added responsibility, but...it was the perfect idea! Help cubs to heal their pain, and stop abuse. "Did you come up with that just now?" Alfie nodded, as the two walked up the stairs to John's apartment, grocery bags in tow. "It might seem contrived in retrospect, but I must confess I didn't get the inspiration until I talked to that cheetah boy. I came to you because I wanted to help you. But together, we have the potential to help many others, too!"

  The raccoon smiled. "Save the world, huh?" "Or at least this city. Even just around this neighborhood, we could make the world a better place," Alfie nodded. The loving pair embraced again, agreeing to go out and help people...to make a difference. "But tonight," John continued, "aside from our own fun fooling around, there's something I'd like to know."

  After setting the clothes and diapers down on the floor, John closed the door and locked it. "Ah, Alfie sounds a lot like a shortened form. What is your real name?" The vixen girl giggled, and as she pulled a pair of training panties from the newly-opened package, answered, "Alfador."

  John chuckled and picked the fox girl up. "Alfador, eh? Alfie still sounds cuter. But at least now I know. Now let's get you into those nifty crinkly trainers, little girl." Alfador squealed, "Yaaay! Padded again!" as she was carried into the bedroom.

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