A male Braixen lived in a house with his owner. His owner was an older woman who raised him since the day he hatched as a Fennekin. The town they lived in had plenty of children and had long opened her home as a daycare. Her days were busy as she was always booked solid on the weekdays with kids to care for, leaving the weekends for her to relax. Braixen loved being around the children, even as a Fennekin he always got along really well. The kids were excited to be able to interact with a pokemon at such a young age. Braixen was always playing along with them, playing games, building with blocks, or simply giving out hugs. Braixen hoped to become more than just a playmate and help his owner out with her deeds with the children. Braixens intentions, however didn't remain pure for very long as he was starting to get urges he could not control. It happened once, twice or even sometimes three times a day. Braixens mind would go into naughty places and he'd run off to the bathroom to relieve himself. Being a more natural being than a human, the knowledge of what these feelings meant and what he was doing were pretty hard coded into his brain without being told. Braixen however wasn't interested in another pokemon's companionship when it came to mating. His thoughts were stuck on human children. He grew up with them and they were are large part of his life, so the subject seemed to have imprinted itself in Braixen's mind. Braixen was nervous, however and was scared to try anything or else he might get caught. He knew his owner and other humans would be very angry if they ever learned the things he wanted to do.

Fortune smiled upon the young Braixen, however, as life handed him a golden opportunity. It was Saturday afternoon and Braixen's owner was just about to head out to take care of some errands she had procrastinated on. There was an urgent knock on the door, and the older woman answered it. The mother of one of the infants they had been caring for was standing at the door. She was distressed over urgent business matters that required her to leave town until the next afternoon and she had nobody to turn to for watching her daughter. Braixen's owner reluctantly agreed to watch over her, only worried how this would conflict with her errands. The door finally shut and the older woman stood there, baby in arms, wondering what to do. Braixen called out to her and her gaze turned from the infant to Braixen. "Are you saying you'll watch her while I run errands?" She said and Braixen smiled. "Oh, thank you! That will make things so much easier..." She handed the child down to the Braixen who happily took 4 month old in his arms. Braixen was small, but the girl was even smaller. She smiled down at the baby who giggled back in her pink sleeper. "Ok then, I know you've been looking to help out more... so if the two of you are good I can let you take your leisure on helping with the other children on weekdays." The woman said. Braixen cried out excitedly and his owner stated: "Her mother said all her needs were taken care of before arriving, so there shouldn't be anything urgent. This should be very easy. I should be back in about five hours, so the two of you have fun." She gave them a wave and closed the door behind her.

Braixen was so excited his arms and legs were nearly trembling. Finally, he was all alone with a baby. He could do anything he wanted and nobody would ever have to know. He dashed off into the living room, which was pleasantly tidy. Being the weekend, all toys had been picked up and neatly put away where they belonged. Braixen set a cusion on the floor in view of the TV. As excited as he was, he didn't want to get ahead of himself. He'd give his owner at least 30 minutes to make sure she was truly out for the day. Braixens eyes shot opened as he remembered another guilty little pleasure of his. He layed the little infant onto the cushion and dashed off for the drawers that lined the kid's section of the big room. Pulling one open he reached in and pulled out a diaper, clutching it in front of him with both paws. It was the largest size they had and they fit him peerfectly. When home alone, Braixen would always strap himself into the thick padding. Managing both tapes around his furry skirt of a waist, he fastened it. The soft bulk around him made him feel a sense of relaxation he couldn't describe. He ran back to the other side of the room, paws thumping on the carpet, and plopped down on the floor next to the baby girl. Braixen turned the television onto some cartoons and Braixen passed half of the hour away, just as entertained as his tiny charge.

The show finally ran their credits, and now that Braixen was sure he wouldn't be intruded on it was time for his patience to pay off. He gave his full attention to the infant, who squirmed around on her cusion. She coo'd and giggled, happy to have the fuzzy creature's eyes on her. Braixen was very nervous, his throat had gotten dry and he was still trembling. He reached down and began to strip the baby of her sleeper. Her wiggling arms and kicking legs made things a bit more difficult than planned, but the outfit now lied discarded on the floor. Braixen was sweating under his fur. The baby's skin was pale and her belly and legs were chubby. Her diaper was smooth and round, a soft gift wrap for the prize within. Braixen swallowed as he reached a paw towards her. He placed his furry palm on her chest and she giggled on contact. He imagined how nice the soft fur must have felt on her delicate skin as he slowly dragged the paw down. Her soft, chubby belly was squishy beneath his paw. Braixen's claws under that fluff were razor sharp, but he was gentle enough that their pointy ends merely tickled the child. She babbled and giggled, kicking more intensly as Braixen tickled her. Finally, he brought his paw upon her diaper. It crinkled beneath his touch. He pressed and fondled it lightly, almost amused by it. Braixen was always a bit jealous the kids got to wear them all the time. He wished he could as well. Perhaps as a Delphox, he could be padded all the time under that longer skirt of fur? Braixen finally lifted his paw, getting on all fours. He brought his nose up to the baby's diaper and gave a little sniff. The sweet aroma of baby powder filled his nostrils and he was suddenly filled with a burst of energy. He was familiar with the scent, but to smell it this close was almost like a drug. His sniffing turned to huffing and soon he found himself kissing and licking the diaper. His ears perked up and he could feel his member growing out of his furry skirt, fully erect. It poked uncomfortably against the softinterior of his own diaper, its thick form barely allowing a bulge to be seen. Braixen knew he had to get his and hers off immediately. He extended a single claw from his paw, working it quickly under a tape of the infant's diaper. With a quick swish, the waistband was cut clean open, the tape end still fastened to the front and the other end falling to her side. The other tape remained fastened and unopposed as it shifted the diaper in its direction. Braixen could almost glimps her little pussy from behind it. Gripping the front, he yanked it and the diaper ripped clean right off. Tossing it aside, the horny Braixen now had a full view.

It looked far better than he ever imagined. Her puffy mound sat between her legs like a little peach. Her frontal crevice was nearly indistinguishable from her butt crack. Braixens heart thumped in his chest and he stood up, visibly blushing through his furry face. A couple more audible rips filled the room and Braixen's own diaper fell to his feet. His little cock poked out in front of him, in full view of the babbling infant. He didn't care that she could see it, he even preferred it this way. He sat back down, on his knees. To his fortune, the cushion she lie on put her at the perfect height to be level with his fun zone. Braixen reached aside into the baby's diaper bag, pulling out a case of baby wipes. He quickly cleaned her skin of the powder and the moisture of the wipes quickly dried away. She was in front of him, fully exposed and vulnerable. An innocent symbol of purity that Braixen was about to take advantage of. Gripping his throbbing red rocket with his right paw, Braixen began to stroke at it. His pacing was gentle at first, eyeing the small girl up and down. He admired ever detail of her as he explored her with his eyes, observing her chubby belly and her limbs wrinkled from baby fat. The infant had her attention on Braixen's cock, his hand movement keeping her entertained like a jingling set of keys. She squirmed in place, only able to twich and flail her limbs gently around. The baby babbled and giggled away, ignorant of the inevitable conclusion Braixen worked his way towards. The fire type held his breath as he sped up his motions and a loud wet smacking popped the air with every stroke. He realized this was finally it.Using his left paw, he clutched the infant's foot and lifted it towards her as close as her joints allowed. With her legs spread and her kicking supressed, her puffy little pussy sat vulnerable to his desires. Braixen leaned in close, resting the pointy tip of his cock against her lifted taint. His little hole lined up with her slit, he began to ejaculate his milky white substance. The warm sticky semen erupted from his member in thick, white ropes. Slightly airborn as they escaped his body, the gobs traveled across the length of her pussy crack before making their landing upon it. With deep breaths, Braixen fired out a few decent spurts before his cumming was reduced to a dribble.

He was burning hot all over, the almost steaming as he breathed. Still holding her foot, he couldn't take his eyes off of what he had done. He finally did it, the first time he got to relieve himself without relying on his imagination. He stared at her a moment as she continued gently kicking the air while cooing and babbling as if none of this had even happened. He looked at her chubby mound, seeing how his cum had settled on her. It blanketed her vagina like donut glaze, sinking down to settle in her crevice. A few stray drops ran down the sides here and there, having reached the full length their small masses would allow. From the top and bottom of her slit, more concentraded run off oozed its way across her pelvis and between the cheeks of her rear end. Braixen grabbed a fresh diaper from her bag, placing it beneath the infant before his mess could leave any jizz stains on the cushion. He didn't wipe her clean of his sperm, wanting her to bask in it as as long as she could before his owner arrive. Braixen hummed a little tune as he folded the diaper over the baby's genitals and pulled the tapes over it. His deed concealed for now, Braixen patted the front of the baby's diaper with a smile on his face. He began to think of the other children who ran around their home during the week days, excited over the fun he might have with any of them. Braixen picked his own diaper up, refastening it around his waist and took his seat next to the girl. She smelled strongly of the young fox's seed, but this only served to satisfy Braixen further. Wondering what he would do once he had time to recharge, Braixen watched more television with the baby. The Pokemon had grown much more bold and confident from his fun.