<p>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.

<p>If, after all that, you still want to read this story, enjoy. =^.^= It contains gender transformation, babysitting, training panties, magic, and some other stuff.

<p>This is the third part of the story, in which our heroes take on their first babysitting mission...and to their great surprise and delight, are able to help out a damsel in distress right from the beginning! Such convenient scripting! ;)

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<p>Shortly after we left our heroes last time...

<p>Alfador the three-tailed fox took her lover's hand and placed the raccoon paw in her crotch. The crinkle of her training panties made her giggle as she held John's hand over the plastic. The raccoon felt a warmth in his hand and knew that the pair of training panties he'd just slipped Alfie into were currently getting soaked with pee. The floral design on the front, covered by his paw, would be fading away in response, to be replaced with blue raindrops.

<p>John removed his hand for a second to check that, yes, the design had in fact changed. He smiled and gently patted the fox girl on her padded rear, right under her tails. The tailhole on the training panties was, like the leg holes and waistband, elasticized to allow one to easily thread even a bushy fox tail through. Three, however, had posed a problem, but with some difficulty, Alfie and John working together had managed not to tear the perforations that allowed for easy changes in case of accidents.

<p>What Alfie had just done, though, was no accident, and they both knew it. "Looks like you're all soaked, Alfie," the raccoon churred softly. "Naughty girl. I think I'll leave you in those for a while." The fox girl grinned, "Suits me." The two laughed and cuddled each other.

<p>John mentioned his idea to Alfie, that now that the two were together, he had no reason to continue his babysitting career, and would hold down but the one office job. The little transdimensional fox, however, would have none of it. "You do remember how we were going to help out young cubs in bad situations, right? Well, continuing to do your babysitting is the <i>perfect</i> way to sniff out such situations. If you take me along, I can act as a nonthreatening mediator of sorts, someone a little kit will see as an equal."

<p>The raccoon was delighted on the one paw, that he could continue his babysitting <b>and</b> have Alfie too. On the other, though, he was puzzled as to how he would explain Alfie to parents when he arrived. "Are you going to use magic to hide, or something?" Alfie nodded. "'Zactly. I can transform into a form with less mass, so I can fit in a backpack and not be so heavy."

<p>"Then it's settled!" John exclaimed. "I've actually got another babysitting job this weekend. That's why I brought the subject up now. This isn't someone I've sat for before, but even when I know the families well, I'll still want you along. Looks can be deceiving, as we should be the first to point out." Alfie giggled, and bounced on the raccoon's lap, making the springs of the bed they were sitting on squeak a little. "Okay! Now, I'm probably gonna want to be the same sex and apparent age as whoever you're babysitting, to make the situation even more nonthreatening."

<p>John answered the little fox's implied question. "She's a skunk girl named Amy. Um. We'll probably want to have you change out of those wet training pants, before we go over there..." He trailed off. "...But you probably already figured that," he finished. Alfie nodded. "Yup." She wiggled her bottom against the raccoon's lap and felt a growing bulge begin to press against her backside. John churred softly as the crinkly padded lapdance made him stiff. He placed his hands on the fox's chest, then slipped one paw down into her soaked trainers.

<p>Alfie murred as the raccoon's fingers went to work. She gasped as John slipped one finger, then another into her damp sex, feeling a slickness that was partly arousal, and partly pee. The fox girl felt a growing pressure under her tail from outside the padded panties. As the little vixen's back arched with orgasm from the raccoon's fingerjob, she was already reaching behind her. Not wasting a moment, Alfie turned around as John slipped his hand out of her training panties (now even wetter!) and unzipped his pants. She sat back down on his lap with an audible squish, facing toward the older-looking raccoon as the little fox gently pulled his stiffening erection through the jean fly. Now it was the raccoon's turn to gasp, as the fox stroked his shaft gently, but firmly. Within moments his penis began to pulse in her hand. Alfie swiftly dipped her muzzle down to lovingly kiss the head of the raccoon's cock, slurping up all the jizz he could dish out.

<p>Alfie grinned mischieviously as she cuddled the raccoon, and John knew something was up. "That was awfully quick. I mean, it was obvious you were turned on by being in wet training pants. I know <b>I</b> was. But even I could tell you had some reason for going so quickly. What's up?" The vixen's grin only broadened. "Ooh, well, ya figured me out, it seems. I intentionally came on quickly, because I wanted you to have some sexual fulfillment <i>before</i> we go on this babysitting adventure. Less temptation that way...for both of us." John nodded approvingly, then frowned and cocked his head to the side. "Both of us?" he asked, "...what would <i>you</i> be tempted by there?" Alfie smiled and hugged her lover. "You, silly. It might have been necessary for you to go and masturbate in the middle of babysitting before I swooped into your life like a cuddly little deus ex machina...but now it isn't."

<p>John kissed his little vixen, "It was wonderful for you to think of that, Alfie. Now, let's get you changed," the raccoon grinned. Alfie was swept up into his arms and laid out on the changing pad. She giggled as John tore apart the perforations on the pink training panties, exposing her damp crotch to the cool air. The raccoon pulled some wipes from the plastic container brought from the illusory house...was it last night? It seemed so very long ago...and gently cleaned up the little fox's "accident."

<p>Instead of getting another pair of training panties from the package, though, John went over to another grocery bag and dug out one of the packs of cotton panties. "Big girl panties, for my babysitting helper." the raccoon grinned. Alfie yipped with delight, "Yay! *giggle*" She squirmed playfully as her procyon lover slipped the pink undies onto her legs, then helped him tuck her triple tails through the elastic tailhole. A cute pair of overalls and some fuzzy pink socks and Alfie was done dressing. The little fox girl hugged the grownup raccoon in a picture-perfect embrace.

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<p>*Ding-dong!* The generic recorded-bell sound was quickly answered by an excited cry of "I'll get it!" Rapid footsteps quickly gave way to the front door opening. John adjusted the backpack's weight on his shoulders as he announced his presence to the skunk girl standing in the doorway. "Hi, I'm John, I guess you're the one I'm going to be babysitting tonight." The skunkette fidgeted in the entryway, stammering, "Oh, um...we don't really need a babysitter any more, I'm perfectly capable of staying home alone...er, I mean, my parents decided not to go out tonigh..." She trailed off. "Ah, I blew it. I guess you're too smart to be fooled by that, huh?" John grinned at the little skunk. "Smart <i>and</i> experienced. I've heard a zillion variations on that theme. You can't fool me." The raccoon's warm smile seemed to reassure the girl, and she grinned back, giggling. "Guess I'm caught. Come on in, Mom and Dad're waiting."

<p>Mom and Dad were indeed waiting, and seemed in a bit of a hurry as they gave last-minute instructions to John. "Snacks are in the fridge, emergency numbers are on the door. If Amy gets thirsty, she can have as much as she wants&ndash;but anything within an hour of bedtime, and she has to wear her training pants." The mother skunk turned, making sure Amy could hear her as well. "Even big girls sometimes have problems at night, but wet beds are not an option in this house." Amy seemed to brighten up at this. "Yah! I'm a big girl!" she piped up, her tail swishing. Her mom smiled, and turned back to John. "Well, that's about it, I think. See you at ten!" As she passed through the doorway, the father turned back to the skunk girl. "Daddy'll be back to tuck you in, Amy. You be a good girl for the babysitter, and be in bed on time!" Amy shouted enthusiastically "I will!" at the closing front door.

<p>The raccoon heard a key turning in the front door's lock and saw the deadbolt latch. <i>License to babysit.</i> he thought, grinning. As he set his backpack gently on the couch, there was a sudden rustling from within. The skunk girl's eyes widened as the zipper inched open a little, then a small paw reached out and pulled the zipper the rest of the way open. A vulpine muzzle poked its way out, and the little denizen of the babysitter's backpack yipped, "Hiya!"

<p>Amy was startled, but more curious than frightened. "Who are you?" she demanded. The small fox climbed out of the pack, revealing herself to be female, and answered, "I'm Alfador. Nice ta meetcha, Amy." Amy seemed to relax, especially delighted that the fox girl's denim overalls were a lot like the corduroy ones she was wearing, but then cocked her head to one side. "Heeeeey...you were listening in on Mom and Dad's instructions, weren't you!" Alfie quickly realized the problem. "Yes...and yes, I did hear the bit about you needing protection to keep from wetting the bed. But don't worry! I won't tell anyone&ndash;matter of fact, I wear training panties to bed sometimes myself. Even diapers." Amy looked confused. "But...diapers are for babies, and you're as big a girl as I am." Alfador nodded, "Yes, but diapers aren't <b>only</b> for babies. Sometimes even grownups who have bladder problems wear them; all it is, is different ways of keeping people from making stains on their pants or sheets, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of. But because of the way other people think about it, it <b>is</b> probably better to keep it quiet."

<p>The fox girl walked over to whisper in Amy's ear: "I don't really want anyone else to know about me wearin' 'em, either, so please don't tell anyone." The girl skunk nodded, "Okay. I guess that means you're going to be my friend?" Alfie grinned, "Yup!! Yay!!" and the two girls giggled together for a few moments.

<p>John cleared his throat. "Ahem. I don't know if anyone here would want to...oh, I don't know, watch a movie or something...nah, on second thought, I don't think there's anybody here who would want that..." This provoked squeals of protest from the two girls. "Mememememe! We wanna movie!!" The raccoon smiled and bent down low to face Amy and Alfie. "Okay then. Just what movie would you like to watch?" The fox girl turned to the skunk and asked, "I dunno what movies you have here...what's yer favorite?" Amy blushed and stammered, "Um...er, promise you won't tell?" Alfie cocked her head to one side. "Uh, okay, I promise." The skunk girl pointed over to a wooden holder for DVDs and said "Tron. My favorite movie is Tron." Alfie giggled. "Hey, that's a cool movie. What is there to be embarassed about, about that?" Amy relaxed, and spoke rapidly. "Well...y'see, a couple of months ago, I watched it, and I told all my friends how cool it was, but they laughed and teased me 'cause they said it wasn't a girly movie, but it's all right now 'cause I just don't talk about it with them anymore..." Alfie shook her head. "Ah...who cares what they think; movies don't have to be girly for girls to watch 'em, or manly for boys to watch 'em." Amy giggled. "Yeah, that's pretty much what Dad told me when he...tucked me in that night." Alfie felt an odd feeling, barely noticeable, at that unusual pause. The little vixen decided to investigate further...subtly...during the movie.

<p>So they sat on the couch and watched the movie. Snacks and one can of soda each were served by the babysitter raccoon, with a reminder not to spill anything on the sofa. As the adventure unfolded onscreen, a young ocelot hacker getting zapped into the electronic world inside an 80's mainframe, and meeting sapient programs who looked like his friends from the "real world," Alfie slowly and gently felt at the young skunk's thoughts. Barely noticable at first, but hidden in many spots, was a deep fear...not a fear of something that had happened, but a fear of a secret getting out. Alfie resolved to solve this mystery after the movie. Until then, the two girls talked during the few lulls in the action, getting better acquainted, until interrupted by the next interesting scene.

<p>When the ending (which shall not be spoiled here!) had passed and the credits rolled, Alfie turned to Amy, a serious look on the fox girl's cute face. "Um...Amy? I gotta ask you something." Amy looked a little frightened. <i>Does she know what I'm going to ask?</i> Alfie thought to herself. <i>Maybe she felt me looking around...or perhaps it just brought those thoughts to the surface...</i> "Uh...er...gee, how do I say this...is there...I mean, is there anything you're afraid of? I dunno, is it just your bedwetting that's the secret you're afraid of getting revealed, or is there something more? You just seemed a little...I don't know, tense at one point, and..." Amy looked troubled. "Ummmmmmm...um um um...could we go up to my bedroom to talk about it?" She blushed. "I just don't want the babysitter to listen in..." Alfie nodded, understanding. She glanced over the top of the couch at John, who was just returning from the bathroom, and winked. "Hey Unca John! Is it okay if Amy and I go up to her room to play?" The raccoon winked back, understanding, and answered, "Sure, just be ready to go when Amy's parents get back here."

<p>Alfie giggled and Amy led her upstairs to the skunk girl's bedroom. After closing the door, the two girls hopped up onto Amy's bed. The room was decorated in soft pink shades on the walls, pastel greens and blues on dressers, closet, and bed, and a medley of colors on the bedspread. "So...I promise I won't tell anyone, but what's bugging you?" the fox girl asked. "Um..." Amy stammered. "I, uh, don't want anyone else to know about this, but I've just gotta tell someone. Dad said that I shouldn't tell anyone, even Mom." Alfie knew what this meant, but she listened anyway. Amy continued, "Sometimes when Daddy comes to tuck me in at night, he...he touches my private parts. He touches down there, and it feels really awesome...but sometimes I wish he didn't." Alfie nodded solemnly. "You've gotta tell him, then. You've gotta tell him you don't want him to touch you there anymore. And if he keeps doing it, tell your mom. No matter what happens, him touching you there when you don't want him to is not right."

<p>Amy looked very unhappy. "But...but..." she lowered her head, and what she said next startled even the experienced magical fox. "But sometimes I do want Dad to touch me there." Alfie's ears flicked straight up. "Wh...What? Wait a minute...so sometimes you like it..." Amy broke in, "But sometimes I don't like it! I'm just...I'm just afraid that if I tell him I don't want him to touch me sometime, that he'll stop doing it forever." The skunk girl sniffled. "He...he said that he wanted to make me feel good. Because he loves me." Alfie began to understand the situation. "Amy, listen to me. You have to tell your dad what you're feeling. That you like it when he touches you sometimes, but sometimes you don't want him to. You've got to let him know. If he really does love you as much as he says, he'll make sure you aren't hurt by what he's doing." Amy shook her head, "no, it doesn't hurt, 'cept that one time he stuck his finger right inside my privates, but after I cried about it, he never did that again. In fact, he spent the next half hour or so hugging me and calming me down. Daddy loves me." Alfie nodded. "I didn't just mean physical pain, I mean when you feel uncomfortable with what he's doing...or with the fact that you have to keep it a secret."

<p>Amy put out her arms, and the two girls hugged. "Please keep my secret, I don't want anyone else to know," she sniffled, and the fox girl rubbed her hands soothingly across Amy's back. They pulled apart again, and Alfie smiled. "I promise. But <b>you</b>," she said, gently poking Amy in the tummy, "...have to talk to your dad about this. Let him know all of it. The good and the bad." Amy giggled at the tummypoke, and nodded solemnly. "Okay. I'll do that."

<p>The two kits hopped down from the bed, and made their way to the door. "It's almost my bedtime," Amy noted, "but I'm thirsty after the popcorn. I ran out of soda halfway through." Alfie nodded, "Yah, I want something to drink too. Errr, you know what ya gotta wear then, right?" Amy giggled. "Yeah...but you know...knowing someone else who has the same problem now...it's not so bad. You gonna wear training panties, too?" The fox girl giggled, swishing her tails. "Yah, sure! How 'bout the same kind you've got?" Amy grinned cutely. "Okay! ...hrm. Y'know, I've told you a <b>big</b>, big secret about me. You know...other than the bedwetting. And you gave me some good advice on it...but...um...I've got a question for you, that I'm just <i>dying</i> to know about." Alfie smiled. "Sure, shoot."

<p>"Why ya got <i>three</i> tails, instead of just one?" Alfie giggled. "Hee hee, I was wonderin' when this would come out. Heh, you're not going to believe the real answer..." Amy crossed her arms in mock annoyance. "Try me." Alfie shrugged..."Okay...I'm a magical fox, and the three tails are a sign that I've grown rather experienced in the use of my power." Amy smirked. "Okay, you were right, I'm not going to believe that..." The skunk girl leaned closer and touched noses with the little vixen. "...you, Alfie, are going to prove it to me. I wanna see some magic!" Amy giggled.

<p>The kitsune girl hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Why not?" she muttered, and pressed her hands together. A burst of colorful light flowed from her fingers, and she rose up into the air. Twisting around in the middle of the room, she was soon standing on the ceiling, just as she had been on the floor. Amy giggled, "YAY!!! That's awesome!" Alfie floated to the floor once again, and said, "Okay, <b>now</b> do you believe me?" Amy grinned mischieviously. "Nope. I <i>know</i> you're magical. Since I've seen it, I don't have to <b>only</b> believe, I can know for sure!" Alfie grinned, a little surprised at the young skunk's grasp on such a concept, but nevertheless joyful as the two hugged again.

<p>The two padded downstairs, asking John for something to drink. "Okay, first of all, girls, you've already had a soda today, so it'll have to be juice or water. Second...Amy, you know what you're going to have to wear to bed if you drink this close to bedtime..." Alfie piped up, "Yeah, we talked about it...I'm gonna wear one, too. 'Cause I want some juice too." The girls giggled, and the raccoon grinned. "Okay. Orange juice okay for you both?" The silent answer was vigorous nods from the two kits. John poured the juice into two cups, handing them out to the girls. Skunk and fox sipped at first, getting the dry feeling out of their mouths from the salty popcorn, then gulped the rest down quickly.

<p>The girls giggled all the way up the stairs back to Amy's bedroom, where the skunk girl made a beeline for the dresser, pulling the second drawer out with a rumble of wood sliding on wood. She came up with two pink items that crinkled softly. Handing one to Alfie, she motioned for John to turn around while the two girls slipped off their panties and stepped into the training pants. Before pulling her overalls back up, Amy tapped John on the shoulder. "Mom 'n' Dad probably want you to make sure I'm in these, so..." The skunk girl blushed, and quickly pulled her overalls up. The raccoon babysitter nodded, "Well, even if you hadn't shown me, I do trust you. I mean, you've little enough reason to try and cheat on the trainers..." He let it slide.

<p>The possibility of bedtime stories was then brought up, with an enthusiastic response from the two girls. Amy picked out a novel that her parents had been reading to her in chapters. "They've both read it through themselves, and they just go by the bookmark, so it's okay to continue where they left off." Alfie silently smiled, having read the book herself many years ago. Amy hopped into her bed and wriggled into the covers, while Alfie sat with John at the foot of the bed.

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<p>A click in the lock downstairs caused Alfie's ears to perk up. John glanced at the bedroom door, then finished the last paragraph of the chapter, stuffing the bookmark into place as he closed the book. Alfie leaped into the raccoon's backpack, shuffling around to get comfortable before going very still and quiet. John zipped up the pack and carefully placed the bundle on his back. He placed the book back on the shelf and winked at Amy before heading out. Her parents were at the foot of the stairs, smiling. "Dragon's Quest?" the mother chuckled, naming the book that had been Amy's bedtime story. John nodded, "Yeah, and it's something I'd like to read the rest of, myself, someday." Amy's dad dug out the babysitting fee and handed it to the raccoon, who deposited the cash in his wallet. After exiting through the front door, Alfie hissed from within the backpack. "Let me out here. There's some things I need to observe." John gently unslung the backpack and unzipped the pocket, releasing the young vulpine within. There was a scrabble of paws and a streak of fur and Alfie vanished. Completely. John was a bit startled&ndash;Alfie'd never disappeared from <i>his</i> view before. Perhaps she just hadn't thought to exclude him from the spell...

<p>That was, actually, the explanation, as the little vixen would later disclose. Alfie was simply concentrating on the mission at hand, and there was no concentration to spare on special spell exclusions. The small fox grappled with her claws, climbing the side of the house up to where she knew Amy's bedroom was located. She used yet another spell to make herself light enough to do so with ease, which was more efficient than the huge energy expenditure necessary to simply fly and hover up there, or the physical challenge of climbing a vertical wall without any magic.

<p>Perched silently on the wall just outside Amy's window, Alfie could see and hear all that went on within. Amy was just ducking under the covers after turning out the light as her father opened the door. "Honey? Daddy's here to tuck you in, sweetie. I know you're awake." Giggling came from under the covers, and the skunk girl popped her head back into view. "Nuts, can't fool you ever, can I?" The father laughed, and flicked the light switch back on as he softly shut the door. The male skunk walked over to sit on his daughter's bed and immediately noticed her look of discomfort. "Amy? Sweetie, is something wrong?"

<p>The skunk girl chewed on her lip before hesitantly replying. "Daddy...Y'know how I always said when you touch me in my privates, it feels good? Well, it still does, but...sometimes, when you do it...<b>not all the time!</b>...sometimes it makes me feel uncomfortable. But I didn't let that on, because I love you and...and I want you to keep doing it!" By now father and daughter were both leaking tears as he silently held her in a hug. "Oh, Amy, Amy, my precious little one...I never ever ever meant to hurt you..." Amy pulled away slightly to try to address her father more clearly. "No, Dad. You didn't hurt me. At least not intentionally. But...the reason I never told you was because I was afraid if you thought you were hurting me, you'd never <i>ever</i> do it again! And...and I like the way it feels...when you touch me down there."

<p>Outside the window, Alfie was smiling. This was going better than she thought! Seldom do plans work this perfectly...uh-oh. At the edge of her thoughts, she could feel another presence approaching. Probably Amy's mom...She tensed up. This could make or break the situation.

<p>Amy held her father tightly, as much comforting him as he thought to comfort her. "Dad...I just wanna tell you...I haven't told Mom about this, and if you still don't want her to know, so that she won't be hurt...I still won't tell her." The adult skunk cuddled his daughter protectively. "Oh, my baby, I just don't want her to think that I've hurt you. Much as it would kill me inside to have harmed you like that, <i>she'd</i> kill me from the outside. Probably not literally...probably. But I don't think <i>anyone</i> else could possibly understand that I've been doing what I've been doing, not for my own pleasure, but because I love you and want to share this with you."

<p>Amy nuzzled up to her father, eyes closed. "Thank you Daddy. For...for <i>respecting</i> me, in addition to loving me. I...I just wish Mom could somehow understand." A voice came from beyond the bedroom door. "Mom does." Twin gasps came from the bed, while the little fox clinging to the outside wall silently rejoiced in the outcome that now seemed likely, given the veritable waves of compassion and relaxation coming from Mom right outside the door.

<p>The skunk mother didn't even open the door; she just spoke loudly through it. "I'd suspected that something was going on when I kept finding the bookmark in the same place as I'd left it, even when you two were up here together for half an hour or more. I decided to listen in on what was happening, because I didn't want my daughter being hurt. Amy, the mike's behind your bed's headboard, but there is no recording. It went right to a pair of headphones that I've got in my hands now. I just want to let you two know&ndash;If Amy had been hurt by this in any way, I'd have taken <i>serious</i> action. But since it's out of love, and the two of you have that mutual understanding of where your boundaries are...I'm going to leave you to have fun."

<p>After a moment, Amy's father's utter shock was broken by the girl's voice. "Then...then Mom, will you come in and join us?" There was a pause. "No...no, I don't think I will. I love you, honey, but I just wouldn't feel right about it myself. Better that Daddy does this with you. I'll talk with him about this, later tonight." The father gulped and looked unnerved, but Amy snuggled up against him and reassured him: "Don't worry, Daddy, I'm sure it'll be alright. Hey, if she wasn't alright with this, she'd have broken down the door or something, right?" The adult skunk laughed weakly. "Yeah...I guess you're right."

<p>Alfie clambered down the side of the house, scampering over to where John had parked the car, halfway down the block. Once on the road, she explained what had happened. The raccoon nodded at points, but was a little confused at one detail. "I just don't get it...I mean, you say he was doing sexual things to her, sometimes when she wanted it, but sometimes when she didn't. And yet it all worked out well? That wasn't abuse?" Alfie slowly shook her head. "No...not <i>intentional</i> abuse, at any rate...it was basically a misunderstanding because neither of them was communicating well enough with the other. Now that they know each other's boundaries...it's all better."

<p>John was still a little ambivalent. "But...Are you sure Amy is old enough to really make that decision? I mean..." he trailed off. Alfie looked serious. "Actually, in my opinion at least, it's not really a matter of age. Where age matters is that adults have power over children. Whether by authority of parents or teachers, or by simple physical strength and size, adults have power over what children do. Even when a child says 'yes,' it may be only because they're afraid of what will happen if they say 'no.' It's that abuse of power that makes a lot of adult/cub sex wrong. However..." Alfie closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. John glanced over and saw her form subtly shifting, and somehow knew&ndash;perhaps he was becoming more familiar with Alfie's actions&ndash;that the fox kit was changing back from female to male.

<p>Alfie opened his eyes, foxboy once more. "...Regardless of age, a loving relationship, whether or not it involves sex, <i>must</i> be built on mutual respect and understanding. With that respect and honesty, even boundaries of age can be overcome." The fox looked at his procyon lover. "The problem with the law is that it can't deal with moral gray areas like that. It has to be laid out in 2-bit form." John gave Alfie a questioning look, then suddenly winced as he realized the pun. "Black and white...yeah, I gotcha." he groaned. The foxboy giggled. The raccoon made the turnoff towards their home. "So what do you want to do tonight, Alfie?"

<p>"'The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!'" Alfie quoted, and John burst out laughing even as he pulled into his parking space. After nearly coming to tears in laughter, the pair exited the vehicle and started up the stairs to John's apartment. "Actually," Alfie giggled, "I was just thinking that it would be a shame to let these nice absorbant training panties go to waste..."

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