[center][b]That’s One Way To Break A Table[/center][/b] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] Red’s snout wrinkled with distaste, him looking down at the smaller fox sitting at his feet. “I’m sowwy, daddy.” Lisped the vulpine. “My dipie is aww wet.” Indeed it was, the soggy garment wrapped around the vulpine’s waist colored yellow at the front. “Fuck.” Red sneered, kicking out. The blow landed square center of the wet spot at the fox’s crotch with a squelch, not hard but enough for that sensitive spot even with the soggy padding. It brought forth a yelp of startlement tinged with pain and a hint of something else. “I told you I hate that lispy shit, Slut.” “Sorry.” Slut replied, hands clutched reflexively over his crotch. The motion squelched the material against his nethers. Stinging, but not so bad. He pulled them away, let them go back to his side, and waggled his hips forward a bit- in case the bear wanted to do it again. “I’m still wet, daddy.” The unspoken offer was not taken up, though Red made a jerk of his foot as if to do so. It slowed halfway, instead planting the sole of his shoe softly where it had recently struck. He pressed gently down instead on the groin of the full-grown fox, squishing wet cotton into the sheath and balls inside it. Slut groaned in response, humping up against the foot twice before Red pulled it away. “Yeah, yeah. You sure did, little fucker. And I suppose my disgusting little perv wants me to change him out of his soggy pants.” “Yes, please, daddy.” The second kick was sudden and harder, taking the vulpine square in the balls. The yelp it occasioned was accordingly much sharper and choked off at the end, stuttering into sigh of disturbing contentment. “What if daddy doesn’t want to?” Red rumbled. Purr of sensuality or threat of additional violence, it could have been either. Nor, for all it mattered to Slut, did it have to choose. A rough ursine hand laid itself against the side of the fox’s face, caressing firmly. Slut’s mouth opened to catch the thumb as it passed by his jaw, slobbering over it eagerly. “Maybe I’ll just leave you in that dirty diaper. It would serve you right for being such a pathetic baby.” “Ishh gah-“ Slut started to say, still sucking at the bear’s thumb. He tried to follow the digit as Red pulled it out and whined as it was taken away. Being understood was such a poor consolation prize. “If that’s what daddy wants.” ‘Daddy’ jammed two fingers into Slut’s mouth, proving the fox needn’t have mourned the loss of the thumb. “Damn right. Daddy gets what daddy wants.” Slut groaned around the hairy phalanges, a moan infused with need. It turned into a choke when Red shoved deeper, hooking his fingertips roughly against the base of his tongue. Slut swallowed desperately in a bit to make it a cooperative effort at getting them down his throat. The bear’s hand only retracted once he saw the submissive fox’s stomach twitch inward, an abortive heave in contrast to the way Slut drooled and shoved his face ever further with eyes glazed and glistening moistly. He hacked and coughed his way out of the trance, gagging. “And daddy thinks you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Like…?” The rough throatfucking had put a sandpaper texture on Slut’s voice. “You’d like being forced to wear your soaked diaper, dirty bitch.” “Yes.” Slut agreed pleadingly. The fox bobbed his head in a frantic nod. “I’d love being a dirty soggy boi for Daddy!” Red’s hand caught the side of his face, made it sting. “’Course you would.” Red sneered, lips pulling back from those ursine teeth. He took the fox’s chin in his palm, pulling that vulpine face up to look at him, which it did with adoring eyes. “Filthy whore. I ought to punish you for wetting yourself. You think daddy likes changing your nasty ass?” “I said I was sorry, daddy.” Red spit on him, the saliva landing squarely on the bridge of the vulpine snout. “…Thank you, Daddy.” Slut’s tongue lapped up the side of his muzzle, trying to drag in what he could of his beloved Daddy’s saliva. Behind him his tail wagged in a slow arc. “Punish me however you want, Daddy.” “Yer too much of a pathetic baby fag to punish.” Every word came out sweet and poisonous. “You’ll love whatever I do to you.” “Y-yes, da-“ The big hand closed over Slut’s snout, crushing it closed so not a word could escape. And, truthfully, not a breath could get through either. He kept that grip until the fox began to tremble, until the amber slitted eyes started to unfocus. “What the hell. I’ll punish you anyway.” Red declared, as casually as if settling for the second-best flavor of ice cream when his favorite was out. “An’ even if that don’t take, I can still just [i]use[/i] ya.” Slut’s head bobbed emphatically, the fox still wheezing oxygen back into his bloodstream. The sissy diaper-clad fox didn’t resist at all (of course not) as the bear pulled him up. He was shoved onto the hard wood of the wide coffee table, shoulderblades banging into the polished mahogany. Taking no notice of the delighted whine that emanated from the fox, Red angled his fingers under the front waistband of the soaked diaper. He gave a sharp jerk. The force pulled Slut’s hips up off the table before the tapes gave, ripping the sodden pamps loose and letting gravity pull the hindquarters unkindly back down. The fox’s tail was caught in a poor spot by the action, joining the list of bruised body parts. All in all, this left the vulpine naked and exposed for his Daddy, the diaper that had so recently bedecked him under his ass, legs dangling over the side of the table and propped up ever so slightly by his heels which dug into the carpet. The white fur of his front stretched from just under his chin down, a fluffy cascade ending in his mussed and damp crotch fur. Balls swollen and tender from recent abuse nested under the bedraggled sheath from which peeked a hint of pink. “Roll over, bitch.” With a murmur of ‘yes, Daddy,’ Slut shifted to comply. He did not manage fast enough to satisfy his own desire to obey, despite banging the side of his thigh against the coffee table’s corner. Nor fast enough to satisfy the bear. In a show of impatience Red once again forced his own muscle into the task of flipping the fox. Hands on ruddy hips he shoved Slut’s front down onto the table. Wedging the ruined diaper between the fox’s genitals and the edge of the table, he paused to pull off his shirt and pants without easing the downward force with which he held the other male down. Red brought his hand to his mouth, slipped middle and index finger between his lips. He gave them only the most cursory dampening, pulled them out to look at, scowled. “You got spit on my fingers, whore.” The befuzzled sub glanced back, for a moment didn’t comprehend. Then realized those were the same fingers he had been throating. “I’m sorry.” A stinging slap came down on his hip. Another followed. And again. He jerked, squealing as he was spanked mercilessly. It came as a surprise when the barrage ceased, though before he had time to wonder why- or lament the ass-beating’s end- the sharp strikes were replaced by a jab at his tailhole. “Fag cunt like yours doesn’t need lube anyway.” Red said as he forced the fingertips- barely damp- into Slut’s ass. His bitch whined piteously, gasping. There really was not enough spit on those fingers to make the intrusion any less than painful, a burning stretch levering his sphincter open. “What do you say to your daddy, cuntmuffin?” “Th-hank… you dadd-dy!” “You got one right.” His fingers sank in to the warm, clutching, struggling ring of muscle down to the last knuckle. He jabbed around exploringly, more an excuse to cause more pain than any genuine effort to spread the pitiably inadequate amount of slickness or acclimate that tunnel to occupation. His fingertip ran across something. A subtle bulge behind that membrane, maybe his imagination. But why give the benefit of the doubt? The suddenness with which he pulled free put a different texture on the pain, a pulling drag on those walls. “Since you liked having my fingers in your drooling facehole so much, you can have them back for a reward.” Suiting actions to words the bit bear hunched over him, leaning forward to hook the fingers so recently in his ass under the fox’s lips and wedging them between the vulpine teeth. Slut’s maw was lovingly fingerfucked so he could enjoy the bitter taste of saliva and ass on it. Not one to disappoint, he lavished those fingers with his tongue, pleasuring them like every part of Daddy deserved while they distorted the gasps that escaped around them. Red shifted, bringing his hard cock up against the bruised fox hind, while his fingers stayed right where they were, raping that willing mouth. With his other hand he set his cockhead against Slut’s wretchedly unready exit and jabbed his hips forward. Sinking in was a sweet burn. Too dry a pull on his cockhead, offset by the raucous pleasure of roughly penetrating the twitching hole. Oh yes, it was sweet to have the tip of his cock inside that twitching tunnel, which hadn’t had time to get used even to two fingers let alone the much thicker male meat, while Slut groaned on his fingers. “But getting one right doesn’t make you a good boy, does it?” Red continued, as if he weren’t fucking the infantile fox but sharing a secret. He fed another few inches of himself in against the friction. “Mn?” Slut struggled to turn one of his grunts of pain (ecstasy!) into something of a question. Red’s cocktip dug into him, prodding around brutally, deeper until it was in almost to the root. When the bear found his target- give or take- he slammed down on it. The fox’s exhalation this time was a [i]yipe[/i] in which startlement replaced pain, though plenty of that was happening in his butt as well. Red hammered at that spot again and again, his hips shoving his fuckhole’s forward, driving Slut’s waist against the edge of the table (and the diaper between) with calculated precision. He felt what he was looking for almost before the fox did. A slight lessening of resistance, a little more space. Oh, and the drizzle of hot urine into his palm where he had cupped it around the half-hard length dangling from the vulpine’s sheath. “I thought so.” Red said smugly. He pulled the fingers in Slut’s mouth back against the jaw, like the bit used to guide a feral horse, digging into the flesh of that joint. He brought his other hand up, a little puddle of fox piss cradled in it, which he wiped off against the red fur of Slut’s back. “Thought you could put one over on me? Let out half your stinking pee so I’d have to change you and then do it all over again. Ruin my work just to be a dirty fox cub some more.” “NNuuh!” Piss still pouring out of his pizzle onto the diaper where it dangled from the table edge. Held by his own weight, only a little of the stream soaked into dry and hanging portion with the rest trickling down it onto the floor. The wedged half dampened the fur of his belly. Bearish fingers left his mouth to form a fist, a fist that struck him in the back of the neck and bounced his chin into the table. “Don’t lie to me, cockhole!” “Yes!” Slut admitted. He shuddered through the words, feeling the huge cock in his ass dragging back and forth once again. The repetitive change in pressure made his stream wax and wane along with it while it lasted. “I was saving my pee so Daddy would change me twice! I love you, Daddy, I love when you change me!” The bear ratcheted his fucking up from punishing to grueling, gripping the fox’s shoulders each in a hand for the leverage he needed. Either Slut was bleeding a little back there, or the flesh of his rectum was secreting mucus in self-defense; judging by how matters were slickening up back there. “Dumb diaper cunt.” Red said almost praisingly. “It’s a good thing your slutty holes aren’t totally worthless.” “Fill me up, daddy! Shoot your cum in my butt!” With a growl the bear closed his hands around Slut’s ears, driving himself into the tight ass under him. No longer as tight, of course. That tunnel had been thoroughly brutalized by his thick erection. “You don’t deserve daddy’s cum, cunt.” “I know!” Slut wailed. The edge of the table under him dug into his thighs on every thrust, his comparatively small cock smashing into the edge. “I’m a worthless naughty cub! I’ve been so bad for my wonderful Daddy! Use my dirty hole as much as you want!” “At least you know how bad you are.” He pulled on the ears yet again, drawing a cry of unidentifiable emotional content out of their wearer (not owner, obviously the bear owned him [i]and[/i] his ears). “Fine. I’ll nut in your stupid… slut… bussy.” He thrust on through his orgasm, pouring spunk ahead and finally, too late, providing some much needed lubricant. He did not stop at any one particular point as he did slide slowly into motionlessness, ending fully buried under the fox’s tail. “…Does…. my butthole feel nice?” The fox breathed the question with something that might be called eager timidness, a considerable feat of emotional gymnastics. Red removed himself at a leisurely pace, the better to savor how the mauled flesh wrapped around it clung. He did not answer. Just looked down at the yawning gape he had fucked the foxy tailstar into with a self-satisfied grin. His gaze happened to flick downward, caught some smears of white ooze. A dollop on the floor, a smear or two clinging to the diaper, one string falling from the pointed tip of the vulpine penis. The bear kicked out, his shin slamming into the fuzzy bedraggled balls and cock, catching them between his leg and the table. In response, Slut howled sharply. As if to contradict his voice another gob of fox cum shot out onto the bear’s foot, ruined asshole above twitching from the paingasm. “That was for trying to fool your daddy.” Red told the quivering mess of a fox. “Now get on your back.” Though it was a struggle to comply after the rough treatment, there was no real doubt that Slut would obey. He rolled, slipped, fell off the side to lay disheveled on his back on the floor. His panting mouth gaped almost as wide as his wrecked asshole was in a stupid smile. Red grunted as if to say it was close enough. Snatching up a clean diaper the couch he stepped over to the reclined fox… and then over, placing one foot either side of the vulpine’s shoulders. “If I have to wrap up your dirty ass,” The bear squatted down, seating his considerable hairy rear squarely on Slut’s face. “You might as well clean mine.” Only an instant of hesitation before an unintelligible reply filtered through Red’s ass fur. It might have been a heartfelt “Thank you, Daddy”. Probably was. Slut’s tongue made his enthusiasm known, slobbering up Red’s crack, lapping up the sweat that had accumulated during their brutal fuck before attacking his tailhole with abandon. “Thaaat’s it.” Red said, for the first time his voice taking a tone of unmixed praise, now that his ‘son’ was too smothered under his rump to hear it and get a swelled head. He relaxed, bearing down to let the tongue slip in and really get to work. “Be a good little assrag and make out with daddy’s shithole.” While Slut was being the best little assrag he could be, Red unfolded the clean diaper. He pulled in his lower legs to the side, catching Slut’s head between them like a vice. Just in case, as he leaned forward a bit, the pathetic fox might think he deserved to pull out for some air. The precaution proved unnecessary. Red was bigger than Slut by enough to let him slide the new pair of diapers under the fox’s leaking butt without shifting much from his seat. And in any case, his seat showed no sign of wavering from his worship of the bear’s sweaty tailhole. When he stood, the fox seemed disoriented and ass-drunk, licking at empty air once as the lovely male-tasting flesh he had been buried under ascended. “Daddy…?” “There you are, you little faggot.” Red stepped to the side, sat heavily on the coffee table. “All fresh and white down there.” Slut cautiously lifted his body upward, coming to a sitting position. Looking down he found that he was, indeed, swaddled in a fresh white diaper, soft and dry. He giggled, feeling at the front of the overpoofy disposable garment. “Daddy gave me a new diapie.” “Yeah.” Red leaned back, planting his hands behind him on the wood of the table, and spreading his legs to show off the monster of a cock sagging at about three-quarters soft over his ballsack. “Thank him by sucking the taste of your ass off his cock.” Slut gave another giggle, eagerly shuffling over on his knees to take the tip of that penis into his mouth. It was a messy process. He had to essentially climb up that pole with his mouth, taking in the taste of his ass for the second time today- more intense, layers of fox musk, bear semen, clean anus, and just a tiny hint of iron. A delightful reminder when added to the soreness in his tailhole. A large hand petted him between the ears. “If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you have the crop before naptime. How does that sound?” The fox, of course, couldn’t say how wonderful it sounded past the dick in his mouth. But he tried. He did, at any rate, do a good enough job sucking the mess off of Daddy’s cock that he had a second load of bear jizz in his stomach to keep up his strength through the subsequent whipping. It was still a welcome warm feeling to have it inside as he cuddled up between Daddy’s legs on the couch, nose planted against those lovely plump bear nuts to breath in a haze of ursine masculinity with every breath, as every nap ought to be in his opinion. “Hey Steve? Sorry to interrupt you down there.” The bear rumbled, brushing through the diapered tod’s neckfur to get his attention. Slut, or rather Steve, crawled just far enough out of sweet, cozy, sore-and-bruised-in-a-couple-dozen-places semiconsciousness to mumble “Mmmm?” “Just thought I should say.” Red said. “Kinda felt like the coffee table was getting a little wobbly. Noticed while you had my cock down your throat- I think I might’ve busted it.” “Oh.” Steve blinked up at him, then buried his schnozz between Red’s legs to snuffle around at the bigger male’s taint. A smile shone in the vulpine’s eyes. “That’s ok. I’ll get someone to fix it. It’d be a shame if daddy didn’t have a place to break me.” “It’d be a tragedy.” Red glanced up at the wall clock. “Speaking of tragedies, I really should be getting home.” “Awwwww.” The fox stared up at him, eyes going as wide as saucers and twice as sad as an empty cookie jar. Say what you like about the subby fox, his puppy eyes were on point. “Twenty more minutes so I can lick your balls? Please?” “Oh, all right. I guess I can make time.” “Yay!” Slut cheered as he dove back into daddy’s crotch. Life was good. [center]The End[/center]