In the waning hours of the morning, a sliver of sunbeam crawled across the bed until it at last shone bright and warm on the calico’s face, preventing him from sleeping any longer. Pace tried pulling the blanket up over his head in his tenacious pursuit of a few more minutes of slumber, but the daylight mercilessly pierced the fabric. As his pupils narrowed to slits to adjust to the brightness, he hauled himself upright, unleashed a tremendous yawn, and stretched in such a satisfying way that only felines could truly appreciate. It was already late enough in the day that even though the curtains were mostly drawn shut the sunlight illuminated the bedroom well. The cat lazily rolled his head to the side and glanced at the empty bed beside him. His mate had already risen for the day, most likely a couple of hours ago. 

Zakhar was always more of a morning fur than he was, even on days like this when they had nowhere important to be. Pace’s sensitive ears perked as he heard the muffled sound of a video game reverberate from the television on the other side of their bedroom wall. The husky must have chosen to let him sleep in and found a way to entertain himself until his boyfriend staggered out of bed. The feline wrestled his way out of the tangle of sheets, then contorted and twisted himself until his foot-paws were kicking back and forth in the air over the side of the platform bed. He delighted in the telltale crinkle from his hips with each slight movement that he made. He stood, grateful that his paws were still warm inside their footed sleeper against the hardwood floor of his bedroom, and shuffled groggily toward the bathroom.

The cat stared at himself in the mirror above the sink. He was a bit on the short side for a feline of twenty-two at only 5’4”, but he liked that about himself. Pace always got a secret thrill when he was the smallest anthro in the room. He had a slender build and a flat muzzle with large bottle-green eyes. One of his knife-like ears stood naturally erect while the other dropped to the side. His whiskers were askew on one side where his face had been buried into his pillow. The skin in his inner ears, nose, and paw-pads were a pleasing shade of coral. His coat was primarily a creamy off-white, with patches of ochre and smoky gray across his head, back, shoulders, and hips, including a large pale-orange spot surrounding his right eye that was partially eclipsed by a smaller, imperfect splotch of ebony. Currently, those patches of natural color were obscured by his immature pajamas. 

His one-piece, full-body cyan sleeper, covered in a smattering of adorable pink paw-prints, was not quite form fitting, but was tight enough that the bulging contours of the diaper that he had worn to bed the night before were clearly visible through it. It extended to his neck and wrists (where the hems were a darker shade of blue), and only had a small hole for his tail to be threaded through. Attached to the chest of his pajamas by a clip and a strip of soft cotton was an oversized pacifier meant for a fully grown fur. He popped the silicone nub of the binkie into his mouth and smiled at his reflection as he sucked on it. He’d been a “little” for as long as he’d been an adult, and was grateful to have a partner who not only accepted him for this particular quirk, but enthusiastically took part in making his kinky fantasies become reality. That meant that he could wear, and wet, his padding and act like a cub as often as he had the free time to do so without needing to hide that portion of himself from his lover. 

The calico’s bladder ached for its morning release. Rather than strip out of his comfy pajamas to use the toilet Pace simply relieved himself into his diaper, reveling in the soft hiss of his pee against the plastic and the feeling of wet warmth that flooded his padding. The thirsty protection wicked away the piss, swelled, and hung heavy on his hips. It forced apart his thighs, imparting an awkward waddle to his gait. Wanting to thoroughly enjoy his weekend morning, he would remain in his soggy diaper and youthful attire for a while longer before showering and dressing for the day.

He decided he would indulge his cub side and act a bit little as well. The feline plucked his favorite stuffed toy, a plush beaver with cartoonish proportions, from the heap of blankets on the bed and hugged it tightly to his chest. He knew he could sneak up behind his mate while the canid was absorbed in his game and give him a start. Then, of course, he would follow it up with a big hug. After that, cartoons or coloring until his loving boyfriend served him a lunch appropriate for a youngster.

As stealthily as he could, without even bothering to comb the bed-head out of his fur, he opened the bedroom door and crept into the short hallway that separated the bedroom from the living room. He flattened his back against the wall and inched his way toward the corner. The press of the wall against his rump squeezed some of his pee back into his padding as if he were wringing out a damp sponge. The squish of it caused his sheath to throb for a brief moment. Once he made it to the turn, he waited several heartbeats and listened carefully. Hearing nothing but the sound of the video game, Pace lept out into the room and shouted “Boo!” through his pacifier with a juvenile giggle. 

He was subsequently mortified.

The calico had expected Zak to be alone, but sitting next to him was Ravi, a red panda who was a mutual friend of theirs, also holding a controller. The pair turned their heads to look at him in unison with twin looks of amused shock on their faces. Pace’s jaw slackened in horror. The pacifier fell from his mouth and swung silently back and forth from his chest like a pendulum. His arms dropped to his sides and he let the stuffed beaver dangle next to his leg, held only by one paw.

“Good morning, kitten,” Zakhar remarked, stifling a laugh as he confidently rolled with the situation. “Ravi stopped by to drop off something he borrowed from me, and since you were asleep and we were both bored, I invited him in to play a couple of rounds. Didn’t expect you to come out so...underdressed.”

“Cute PJs,” Ravi added with a snort. He looked his friend up and down before his eyes settled on the obvious extra bulk around his waist. “Wait...are you wearing a diaper under there!?”

Face burning and heart pounding in his chest, Pace spun back toward the hallway with his tail lashing about anxiously behind him.

“I’m gonna’ go curl up and die from embarrassment now,” the cat declared, ready to scurry off and dive back into bed where he planned to bury his face into his pillow and not come out until the red panda had gone or the world had ended- he wasn’t quite sure which just yet.

“No, Pace. Stay!” His boyfriend urged. His voice was almost condescendingly soft as he continued to fail to suppress his mirth. “Ravi knows now, so disappearing isn’t going to change that. Come on, let’s have some fun.” Zak held up a controller toward him. The dog knew that his mate enjoyed being sexually humiliated almost as much as he liked being treated like a cub. It was a perfect opportunity to push his lover’s buttons a bit.

“Yeah, poofy-butt, come sit with us,” the fur reclining next to him teased, his amber eyes sparkling as if he could anticipate what was going to happen. The two anthros on the couch scooted apart to make room for the feline to plop down between them.

Pace gulped nervously, but moved to join them. He was even more aware of the conspicuous rustling from his waist with each step he took around the sofa. After timidly sitting down, shoulder to shoulder with each of them, he wasn’t quite able to look his friend in the eye. He instead turned toward his mate as Zakhar wrapped a reassuring arm around his shoulder.

Ravi curiously sniffed the air, then cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Did you piss yourself too?”

The husky ruffled the fur atop the calico’s head. “He usually does,” Zak said casually, answering for him.

“So what’s all of this about?” He inquired. His tone was positive rather than judgemental, although it held a mischievous edge since he was clearly enjoying seeing his friend be so embarrassed. There would likely be no end to the jokes in the coming months. “I’d assume the diaper was necessary if it was on its own, but the whole getup leads me to believe this is a sex thing.”

The feline opened his mouth, but couldn’t force any words out and quickly shut it again.

“It’s definitely a sex thing,” the canine explained. “Pace is into infantilism, moreso when it is forced on him, but he has plenty of fun when he chooses to do it.”

“Infantilism?”

“He’s an ABDL. It gets him off to be treated like a little kitty.” Pace wished he could be as bold as Zak to come right out and say it so bluntly.

“Ah- oh yeah! I’ve heard of that. I bet that means you have a charming name for that stuffed pal of yours then, huh?” He arched a brow at Pace.

Still dumbstruck, the cat nodded, his head bobbing in small, stiff, rapid motions.

“Well? Tell him what it is, kit,” the husky instructed. He shifted his body to more directly face his partner and smiled broadly as he rested his elbow on the arm rest and popped his chin into his paw.

“D-Dizzy,” Pace stuttered, voice almost a whisper.

“Dizzy?” Ravi guffawed. “I love it!”

The inside of the cat's ears blossomed crimson with his blushing, and he was certain his face was hot enough for his cheeks to glow scarlet through the ashen fur of his face. At the same time, he felt the familiar pang of interest at being so exposed and vulnerable. He was worried that his suddenly swelling sheath would become noticeable if he didn’t collect himself. 

“I’m gonna’ go grab something to drink,” he announced, needing a moment away to quell his budding arousal. He stood to excuse himself. His boyfriend gave his padded rear a playful swat with the back of his paw as Pace hefted himself from the couch, which resulted in a noisy crinkle. 

When he made it to the kitchen he found that there was still half a carafe of coffee that his mate had brewed earlier and poured himself a generous mug with a trembling paw. He fixed his fur as best he could by running his claws through it and assured himself that while embarrassing, it wasn’t the end of the world. If nothing else he didn’t have to be worried about Ravi catching him wearing a diaper anymore. He overheard the husky explaining some of the basics of age-play and sexual humiliation to their friend, who was surprisingly respectful and keeping his jokes in the realm of friendly ribbing. Pace took a deep breath and wandered back in.

“So you don’t think I’m weird?” He asked apprehensively as he set down his cup on the coffee table.

“I mean, sure,” the other anthro replied honestly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s a bit weird, but it is no weirder than some of the stuff I’m into-” the feline wondered distantly what some of that might be- “We’ve all got our things. Besides, it’s kinda’, you know...cute,” the red panda admitted. His smile turned almost self-conscious.

The calico squirmed a bit at being called “cute,” instantly feeling a small explosion of joy that caused the nervous thudding of his heart to transform into a light flutter. His minute wriggle of arousal did not go unnoticed by his partner who stopped Pace with an outstretched paw as he was about to sit down again. 

“Go grab your mitts and spreader bar and we can show Ravi a bit more.” The timbre of his voice had subtly shifted toward the stern tone he used when his role was “Daddy” rather than mate.

Pace’s reluctance began to dissolve at the authoritative quality of the husky’s voice. He gingerly set his stuffed friend on the couch cushion and shuffled off to the bedroom. There he rummaged through their chest of kink gear at the foot of their bed to get the requested items. He could hear the hushed voices of his mate and friend chatting, but couldn’t quite make out the conversation. 

When he returned a couple of minutes later and stood, still blushing, in front of the red panda he had a pair of oversized, vinyl mittens that were heavily padded to prevent any fine dexterity in his paws. They were a vibrant, cotton-candy pink and could secure tight with a simple buckle at each wrist. A complex lock or strap wasn’t really needed, since the wearer would be powerless to escape even the most basic of bindings. He also carried a spreader bar. It was steel with attached cuffs the same shade as the bubblegum color as the mitts. Typically his lover would connect it between his thighs, knees, or ankles, forcing him to crawl clumsily on the floor with his diapered ass presented high.

Ravi looked over the offered equipment with great interest.

“What do they look like when they are on?” He had a fiendish glint in his eye.

“Should we give him a demonstration, cub?” Zak prompted, not bothering to wait for his response as he stood. The canine’s ears folded back slyly.

At 6’, the dog towered over his mate. He was fit without being overly muscular and had sharp, pointed features with fierce, icy blue eyes. At twenty-four he had finally lost the adolescent fuzz to his monochrome coat that he possessed when the couple met back in their teens. His pelt was now sleek and transitioned smoothly from the dark slate over his back half to the snowy white of his front. On his chest were a series of obsidian streaks that resembled the swipe of a massive claw which Pace liked to trace with his fingers when they were snuggled together in bed. His tail curled behind him and had a tendency to wag uncontrollably when he experienced even the slightest bit of joy, so naturally it was thudding against the upholstery when the smaller anthro returned with the fetish gear. He was wearing cargo shorts and a royal purple tank top emblazoned with the logo of his favorite sports team. It hugged his athletic frame and was cut short enough that you could see his midriff and the faint definition of his abs through his fur when he lifted his arms. 

 “Well?” He persisted. His voice lilted playfully as he leaned down close to his partner’s ear. He exhaled a little huff of hot breath which made the cat shiver, enticing his lover to let down any final inhibitions that had remained.

Pace nodded.

“If we are going to show him how we play you should probably answer me properly, kitten.”

“Yes, Daddy,” the calico had to force out the phrase in front of Ravi. He must have said it a thousand times, just not with a friend around. It flustered him to have an audience for their roleplay. 

“Much better. First thing’s first, let’s get this sleeper off of you. The spreader bar will work much better without all of the extra fabric in the way. Turn around and I’ll undo your zipper.” 

The cat hesitated. It was one thing for Ravi to know he wore diapers- even to see the outline of the diaper through his admittedly embarrassing pajamas- but another thing entirely for him to see Pace in nothing but one, and a soggy one at that.

“Do as I say or you’ll get a punishment,” Zakhar pressed, knowing his lover would cave. The confidence in which he leaned into his role, even with a spectator present, Pace found enviable. He looked to where the other anthro lounged.

“I’m curious to see this,” Ravi said, “Just act like I’m not here for a bit. Maybe I’ll even jump in if I get into it.”

The cat tentatively pirouetted so that his back was to the canid. Zak took hold of the zipper at the nape of his neck and slid it down to the base of his spine. A gentle tug allowed the fleecy fabric to fall from the small feline’s body and into a loose pile on the floor. Pace nervously bit his lip as he was left standing nearly naked. The diaper he wore to bed was certainly one of his more embarrassing options. He had an entire collection of different thicknesses and colors. He wished he had chosen an all-white one, but the night before he picked out a diaper that was decorated with a pattern of colorful cars and trucks speeding back and forth along the landing strip for the tapes. The obvious yellow stain from his overnight bladderful saturated the bottom third of the padding.

“Paws out,” Zakhar commanded.

Face ablaze, Pace lifted his arms and held them forward. The husky slipped a mitt tightly over each presented paw. They were purposefully snug to prevent any fine motor skills from the wearer and a bit of an effort to tug on. He then cinched each at the wrist by pulling the buckles taut. The multicolored anthro turned to sit on the couch again, his natural feline agility effectively stunted. The humiliation of the moment caused his groin to stir and he felt the tip of his cock entreat from its furry sheath to press into the soft padding of his diaper. He tried to ignore it and instead bent forward to retrieve his coffee mug. He placed a bound paw on either side of the cup and was about to cautiously lift the steaming vessel when his canine mate waggled a finger at him.

“I don’t think so. Cubs don’t get to drink coffee.” Zak snatched up the mug with a smile. “I’ll have this. Also, we can’t have you leaking on the furniture, so get your soggy butt off of the couch and onto the floor like a good little kitten.”

Pace obediently moved to the floor and sat with his legs splayed. The bulk of his sodden diaper displayed between his thighs.

“I’ll get you something more appropriate to drink.”

The dog stood and left the room, leaving his boyfriend to nervously bite his lip, unsure of how to busy himself in front of Ravi. He returned a short while later with an oversized sippy cup, a drink sloshing about inside of it. The husky carefully handed it to his feline mate, who fumbled with it before managing to grasp it precariously between his paws.

“Now drink it all down like a good boy,” the canine ordered, sitting back down and sipping his coffee.

The cat lifted the spout to his lips and swallowed, savoring the taste of the beverage. It was the canine’s special concoction of vanilla bean and blended almonds that they normally used in lieu of actual formula. It was a naturally sweet treat that had the side effect of going straight to the calico’s bladder as he drank. Anytime he was given a cup or bottle full, it was sure to make him need to pee within the next twenty minutes or so. Zak was excellent in the kitchen. It was one of his finest qualities as a caregiver when Pace was feeling little. The dog was always ready to whip up something delightful for his mate, whether it was fun-shaped pancakes, cookie dough, or delicious, childish snacks.

It didn’t take long for the feline to finish his tasty drink, but a bit of it did end up spilling over his bottom lip and onto his unclothed chest. The entire time, Ravi eyed him with a smirk.

“Should we make him crawl around for us?” Zak asked their friend, holding up the spreader bar and giving it a little shake.

“Let’s!”

The husky stooped down and pressed his charge’s back against the floor with a gentle paw on his chest. He held the diapered anthro’s legs up and apart by grabbing and lifting each ankle. The cuffs on either side of the metal bar quickly and easily buckled just beneath the cat’s knees, forcing his legs to stay wide apart and preventing any hope of him standing. If he wanted to move anywhere, he would be forced to crawl. His mate helped him flip onto his paws and knees, which ended up presenting his wet, padded rump high into the air with his tail curled up into a question mark. The crinkling diaper sagged wetly between his thighs, swaying a bit under its own weight.

“Go ahead and do a few laps around the room, little guy. Make sure you show your Uncle Ravi that cute behind of yours when you pass by.”

Pace started his sprawling clamber about the room. As he wound around the edge of the couch the red panda took an open-pawed swipe at his backside. Though it was clearly meant to be affectionate, the force of the spank was considerable even when muted by the rustling padding. The physical reminder of his exposed, diapered state only caused his embarrassed arousal to grow. For the next several minutes he scampered along, occasionally being rewarded with patronizing coos from his mate-turned-caregiver. Even Ravi started taking part, though he seemed to have more fun humiliating the fur rather than caring for him. This let the cat have the most fun out of everything that he liked, both being little and being humiliated.

Eventually, the drink worked its magic and the calico needed to relieve himself again. The twinge in his bladder snapped him back to reality. He’d wet himself in front of the husky plenty of times, but felt pee shy about being so vulnerable with company in the room. He managed, with some difficulty, to kneel upright and clutch at his groin with his covered paws.

“Daddy,” he whimpered, “I need to pee.”

“What do you think the diaper is for?”

“But I want to use the potty!” He hoped that keeping youthful inflection to his voice and continuing to play his role would allow him that small consideration. He gave the big-eyed, pleading look he could muster.

“Not happening, kiddo.” Zak flashed a grin as he spoke.

No luck. The calico whined in defeat. He decided to see if he could hold it until his mate and their friend had finished having their fun embarrassing him. He crawled around for a bit longer, but his urge to piss himself continued to grow, until he was eventually squirming with the effort of holding it in.

“What’s wrong kitten?” The canid asked knowingly when Pace stopped mid-crawl to try (and fail) to force his legs together as he felt a spurt of urine spray from his sheath.

Just then the dam burst. He started shaking as he began to pee. The cascade of piss splashing into his diaper was clearly audible and he had an unmistakable look of utter relief on his face. His protection swelled further, slowly growing thoroughly saturated as he quaked. When his stream was starting to taper off he managed to glance over at Ravi and Zak. The red panda was smiling cruelly as he held up his cell phone and recorded Pace debasing himself. The cat’s ears dropped in shame, and he blushed furiously once more. He felt a thin trickle of warm wetness dribble down the fur of his inner thigh, springing a leak in the middle of his flood.

“Looks like you could use a change,” Zakhar offered, standing. “Be right back.”

He left the room and returned almost immediately with another diaper clutched in his paw. This one was even more embarrassing than the one that Pace was currently wearing. It was bright pink to match his mitts and covered in a motif of stylized rainbow ribbons. It had a series of silver stars near the crotch that faded when wet.

“Roll onto your back, Pace. Legs up,” his mate directed sternly with motion of his paw. 

The cat fell onto his side and twisted onto his back so that his damp crotch was exhibited to not only his lover but their friend as well. Ravi had never put his phone away and the feline could hear the stock shutter sound effect each time he snapped a photo of him in that humiliating position. The thought of being helpless to the red panda having that sexual leverage over him excited him and his steadily engorging erection made a bit of a lump in the front of his padding. He realized that this would be the first time that Ravi will have ever seen him naked. Pace was a small fur and he had an unimpressive penis to match. When he was very horny, he could almost (almost!), if the viewer was being generous in their estimate, measure just a bit shy of 4 inches long. Almost.

He hid his face into his oversized mittens and blushed as his partner knelt beside him with an impish smirk.

“None of that now, crinkle-cat. Now’s not the time to be bashful. Let’s make sure we can see that cute face of yours.”

The calico reluctantly lowered his paws until he was peeking out past them. Zak grabbed the chrome bar between his mate’s legs and hoisted it high. He deftly tore away the tapes from the plastic. They protested loudly when they pulled free, but gave way with ease under his practiced paw. The canine gripped the spent diaper by the ruffled bit near his little’s belly and tugged it out from beneath his damp backside. The cat’s tiny erection bobbed in the air. The barbed, rosey nub twitched with excitement. A small pearl of shimmering pre swelled at the tip before losing its shape and flowing like a river down his unimpressive shaft, complete with branches and tributaries as it navigated the bumps and spines of his cock.

The husky brushed a paw-pad across his maleness, making him tremble with pleasure.

“Someone’s enjoying himself this morning,” the dog commented dryly. He proceeded to wad the used diaper into a squishy ball and secured its shape with its own tapes. He then unfolded the new protection and slid it under his mate’s hindquarters, making sures the cat’s tail properly threaded through the groove intended for it. This revealed Pace’s rosey pucker to Ravi who adjusted the crotch of his pants as he stared with open interest.

“Looks like you’re a little guy in more ways than one,” their audience member added, nodding to the calico’s undersized cock and making his face flush.

“Yep, he is certainly small,” the dog said, wrapping a paw around his trembling length and completely concealing it in his fist. The softness of the paw pads and the heat encasing his rod made Pace mewl and squirm. “That’s why he belongs in diapers.”

The husky quickly removed his paw, licked the pre that had leaked across it away, and started to fasten the new diaper around his boyfriend’s trim hips. The tapes secured tightly, and the feline’s small member was hidden from view once more by its cushy prison.

“I think my fingers are bigger than he is,” Ravi observed, sounding amused as he looked down at his own paw.

“Tiniest I’ve ever seen,” Zak replied, chuckling. “There we go, all dry and comfy! So what do you think?” He turned toward Ravi, leaving the feline lying helpless on the floor.

“It’s actually a lot hotter than expected. I think I’ll take you up on that offer from earlier.”

The cat wondered what was discussed while he was briefly out of the room gathering the kink gear to show off to their friend.

“Okay, kitten, why don’t you crawl over to Uncle Ravi. He’s got a bottle for you to suck on.” The husky motioned toward their friend with his chin.

Pace flipped himself over. The fresh, dry plastic crinkled loudly as he moved. He started awkwardly crawling toward his friend and wondering what exactly was in store. Were they going to force him to drink until he wet himself again? The red panda was languidly slumped on the couch. He was massaging a sizable bulge in his pants. The anthro’s fur was a blend of black and umber, with the occasional brighter streak of a bold red mixed in. He was a lot taller than Pace and a bit shorter than Zakhar, and was a bit on the heavy side of average in build. He had a tendency to wear a couple of gold rings on each paw and a few slender, gold chains around his neck. He had soft, plush fur, that along with his rounded ears and bottlebrush tail gave him a naturally fuzzy appearance. He was dressed in a short sleeve, button-up shirt, vertically striped in verdant shades of green. As the feline scampered closer he could see that his cock was clearly outlined in the denim, slanted up and to the side in his pants with its rounded tip near his hip bone.

Ravi suddenly placed a paw on the back of Pace’s head and held his nose to the fabric. The cat understood at once. He looked back to his mate, who nodded encouragingly at him. Arousal surpassed tredpedition and Pace began rubbing his cheek against the clothed length. Even through the denim he could feel the red panda’s hardness and his heat. It pulsed as he nuzzled against it, and Ravi’s aroused musk suffused the air. He undid the fly of his jeans and lifted his hips enough to shimmy the fabric down his thighs. He was wearing black trunks with white elastic and piping that hugged the contours of his groin. A growing damp patch near the apex of his shaft glistened. The feline lapped at it through the stretched cotton, tasting his pre as he dragged his textured tongue across the barely-covered phallus.

The red panda sighed with satisfaction as he melted back and enjoyed his friend’s experienced tongue. Pace nipped at the hem of Ravi’s underwear on one thigh. Feeling his teeth catch, he yanked down the garment enough that his friend’s erection sprung free and bounced up against his lower abdomen. Almost 7 inches of thick, peach-colored flesh leaked rivulets of pre down over his hefty, onyx-furred sac. Seeing that the fur before him was twice as long as he and a good deal thicker, the cat’s humiliation and sexual interest grew. He placed the tip of his tongue at the base of the member and licked slowly up the anthro’s needy length, savoring every drop of pre. When he got to its crown, he pursed his lips and slid his muzzle down over his temporary Dom’s penis. He was rewarded with throaty groans as he rolled his tongue along the underside.

“Your mouth is definitely more useful than that tiny prick of yours,” Ravi commented, wiggling his hips to mash a noseful of pubic fur into his submissive’s snoot.

“This end is pretty nice too,” Zak added as he knelt behind the cat. He ground his hips against Pace’s rump. The diaper shifted noisily under the force. The husky reached down under his little and grabbed a paw full of padding at his crotch. He found the bump that was his mate’s hardness and massaged it, making the calico’s form quiver.

The canid undid his fly and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees, which made the fabric of his heather gray briefs stretch taut between his lower thighs. The spade shaped tip of his weighty maleness had already almost fully extended from its furry confines. His glossy, pink- and red-marbled flesh jutted before him above a heavy, round sac. It dwarfed his lover’s minute size. He wrapped a paw around his inflated sheath to coax the remainder of his cock out, and gasped with pleasure as the fat bulb of his knot popped free. His penis swelled smoothly from its apex, then narrowed slightly before ballooning out into the nearly fist-sized globe at its base. He gave his knot a gentle squeeze and a spray of clear, watery pre erupted from his tip, which he smeared across the seat of his lover’s diaper as he rubbed his groin against the cat’s hindquarters.

The dog grabbed the back of Pace’s vibrantly colored diaper and tugged it down several inches, until he could just see the feline’s hole beneath his swishing tail. He reached over to where they kept a small bottle of lube stashed between the end table and the couch (just in case of spontaneous sex in the living room). He slathered a generous amount of the oily substance over his cock and shivered with pleasure as he stroked his length to completely grease it. Once he was satisfied, he angled his slick, pointed tip at the cat’s entrance. Normally he would finger or toy the feline to prepare him better for what was about to come, but in the impulsiveness of the moment he would just have to hope that his mate was sufficiently stretchy.

With a slow, steady force, he started pressing his thick meat into his kitten’s tight heat. Pace whimpered at the sudden spreading, but mindfully kept his mouth occupied with Ravi’s shaft. Inch after inch of canine cock slid into the calico. Pace’s ring expanded to accommodate the invading member and he whined needfully as it brushed past the sweet spot deep within him. Soon the canid’s knot was butting up against his cleft. Zak withdrew until only his tip remained inside his partner, then thrust forward again. He repeated this motion over and over again, speeding up with each buck until he pistoned in and out in a strong rhythm. He felt his partner flex his hole around him. The flesh squeezed his shaft and started to drive him into a mating frenzy.

The cloying scent of sex hung in the air, which had a similar effect on the red panda. He regularly shifted his hips and stabbed his phallus into the feline’s hungry throat. In his fervor, Zakhar dug his fingers into his mate’s hips. His claws scraped against the plastic of his protection. He leaned over his prone form until his maw was nearly level with the submissive’s ear to get a better angle for his wild humping. He fucked in powerful thrusts, barely able to resist the urge to slam his knot inside his lover and finish their session for a long time. Distantly, he could hear Ravi’s breathing growing ragged, even as his own drew uneven. His lust reached its apex, and as he was on the edge of orgasm he ground his knot against Pace’s abused pucker, driving it in.

The cat snarled as his ass opened to allow it in, but having taken his boyfriend’s cock many times, knew what to expect. Just as the rigid knob finally worked itself in, Ravi murred and came. Thick ropes of red panda cum erupted into Pace’s mouth, and the feline greedily swallowed the salty treat as fast as he could. His friend was a generous cummer, and filled his muzzle faster than he could swallow, leading to opalescent strands of seed dripping from his chin. The bulb buried inside of him throbbed against his prostate and sent him over the edge. He moaned in bliss. His miniature tool had been rubbing against the soft, inviting lining of his diaper and finally exploded. He felt the sticky mess fill his padding and mat into his damp pubic fur.

The husky jerked and pumped him full of canine essence. Each convulsion added a new wave of cum into him. The knot had swollen to its full volume. He had felt it before and seen it plenty, and knew just how large it was within him while they were tied. It would take a long time to deflate, while the trio basked in their post-orgasmic haze. When it could at last be tugged free, Pace felt a gush of cum ooze from his well-used hole into his padding, which Zak quickly put back into place. The cat wished he could lazily stick his paw down into his cum-filled diaper and withdraw it to see his paw-pads covered in his own offering, but the mitts prevented that.

Lacking the powerful sense of arousal to override the sensation, he slowly grew more self-conscious and embarrassed once more as his afterglow evaporated. He was about to wriggle back onto his belly, when he heard the snapshot sound of a cell phone’s camera again and looked to see Ravi taking more photos of him in only his diaper.

“Zak said you wouldn’t mind me saving a couple more of these for later,” he explained. “I think I’m into this. I might even upload a few of these to share with some friends online.”