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"description": "My novella [i][u]Stripes in the Sand[/u][/i] is now publicly available for all to enjoy free of charge!\n\nI originally released this story back in 2015, but I think it's been long enough that it's time to share it with everyone fully. Enjoy the fun, naughty activities, and surprises in store for you!\n\nFully-formatted and detailed PDF, cover image, and original reference art available via Google Drive here:\n[url=https://drive.google.com/file/d/1gxCV840tD2iskadRuYpF3S7s5DNi36Bg/view?usp=sharing]https://drive.google.com/file/d/1gxCV840tD2iskadRuYpF3S7s5DNi36Bg/view?usp=sharing[/url]",
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I originally released this story back in 2015, but I think it's been long enough that it's time to share it with everyone fully. Enjoy the fun, naughty activities, and surprises in store for you!
Fully-formatted and detailed PDF, cover image, and original reference art available via Google Drive here:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1gxCV840tD2iskadRuYpF3S7s5DNi36Bg/view?usp=sharing",
"writing": "STRIPES IN THE SAND\n\nA story by Shino Digfoot\nCommissioned by Duma Alexanders\n\n[EDITOR'S NOTE: in the original text, the random \"D\"s are actually paw prints used to indicate breaks in the story, but the upload process broke the formatting somewhat. Naughty parts start at chapter 6.]\n\n[STORY BEGINS]\n\n\tChapter 1\n\tD\n\n\"Are we there yet?” The age-old venerable phrase emanated from the back seat of the dull grey minivan for the sixth time in as many minutes. The blue-maned, grey-furred lion in the driver’s seat rolled his spectacle-framed dark green eyes as he let out an exasperated sigh. The pumpkin-coloured tiger in the passenger seat looked over at the driver with sparking blue eyes and a smirk before twisting around in his seat to address the two rambunctious cubs in the back seat that had vocalized the time-honoured question.\n“No, we are not there yet, but Uncle Issac promises to tell you the moment we get near the beach house. Isn’t that right Issac?” The well-built tiger swiveled back around in his chair to give the lion in the driver’s seat another amused smirk.\n“Why did you do that, Dusa?” said the lion in an annoyed whisper, tossing his coworker and best friend a sideways glance. “Now they’re gonna be asking me every other minute or so. Is this payback or something? For roping you into that deplorable vendor-client meeting last Friday? Because I already told you, I had no idea the vendor was going to blow the contract like that.”\n“No, actually.” The tiger responded with a thoughtful glance and a growing smile. “But now that you mention it…” He suddenly spun around in his seat again to look at the cubs, a wide grin plastered across his face. “Hey boys, once we get there, how about we have Uncle Issac take you down the boardwalk for ice cream?”\nAt the mention of the creamy dessert, the cub’s eyes lit up like Christmas had come early. The white tiger cub buckled into the rear passenger seat dropped his eyes from his father and made a low “ooohhhh” noise as his eyes glazed over, clearly lost in the thought of a waffle-cone mint chocolate triple-scoop with sprinkles. The younger lion cub, identical in appearance to the larger lion behind the wheel, spoke up from the booster seat into which he was buckled. “Is that true Dad? Are you and Uncle Dusa really going to get us ice cream?”\nThe older lion shot his striped friend a death stare before finding his cub’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Yes Jamie. I’ll take you down to Petey’s after we unpack, but you’re each getting only one scoop. You got that Duma?”\nThe smile quickly melted off of the white tiger cub’s face before forming into a disappointed frown. “Yes, Uncle Issac. Only one scoop.” The cub said in a sad monotone, his delight towards impending ice cream crushed by his newly imposed scoop count limitation.\n“You’re awful, you know that?” Issac whispered quietly to Dusa. The big orange tiger simply responded with his trademark smirk and resumed staring out the window. Responding only in his head, he thought to himself “You have no idea, bro.”\n\t\n\tChapter 2\n\tD\n\nThe tires of the minivan crunched to a stop on the gravel driveway in front of a quaint beach house. The signature scent of salt water greeted the gang as the doors opened and everyone stepped out. Almost in unison, the group took in a deep breath and let out a long, contented sigh. They looked down the hill next to the cottage to the private section of beach below, sparkling in the bright summer sunlight.\nThe cottage was a gift; something left to Issac by his grandfather before he passed away. Issac had spent many a summer in this cottage during his youth, and was elated to be able to share the cozy bungalow with his own child.\nThe serene peace Issac felt as he gazed at the house was quickly shattered by the shout of the cubs from behind as they took off in the opposite direction of the cottage.\n“Last one there is a stinky dog!” Jamie yelled, making a beeline for the footpath at the edge of the clearing; Duma hot on his heels.\n“OY!” Dusa bellowed at the departing cubs, stopping them in their tracks. “You two get your furry butts back here this instant! No one is going anywhere until the van is completely unpacked, and I mean completely!”\n“But daaaaadddd…” Duma said with the trademark whine of a disappointed child before he was cut off by the other adult in the group.\n“No one is going anywhere until everything’s inside,” Issac chided, “because not only do I have the money for your little treat, but you two know perfectly well that you don’t leave the cottage without one of us with you. Understood, you two? No exceptions.”\nThe two cubs’ ears, tails, and arms all drooped in unison as the deflated cubs made the death march back to the van and each grabbed a bag from the trunk.\n“Dusa, can you help me with the cooler? With all the soda and food in it, it probably weighs more than both the cubs put together.” Issac said to the tiger still standing on the other side of the minivan.\n“Are you ever not going to over-pack for a trip Issac? Last time we went hiking, I could barely lift the backpack.” Dusa quipped as he grabbed one of the massive cooler’s handles.\n“I’ll remind you that you said that in a few days when we’re down to a couple of cans of soda and half a pack of hot dogs with your belly rumbling.” The lion ended the sentence with a heavy grunt as the cooler slid off the tailgate and nearly pulled the felines’ arms out of their respective sockets.\n“Still,” Dusa replied in between laboured breaths, “I think next time we should ice the sodas after the cooler’s inside.” Too winded to say any more, the adults completed the awkward waddle up to the front door, where the cubs were sitting on top of the backpacks blocking the way.\n“Well?!? Don’t just sit there, open the dang door! This thing is heavy!” Issac snapped at the cubs in between heavy breaths.\n“Well,” Jamie replied sarcastically, clearly still annoyed about the delay to his ice cream plans, “I’d love to open the door for ya, Dad, but it’s still, ya know, locked.”\nThe look of annoyance on the lion’s face suddenly became a look of embarrassment as the lion shifted his grip on the cooler and used his free paw to pat down his pockets. After a moment, he stopped and looked back at the minivan with a sheepish face. “Uhh… I knew that. I’ll be right back.” He said as he quickly lowered his end of the massive rectangular box to the ground and dashed back to the open driver’s side door.\nThe older tiger let out a quiet giggle and put a finger to his lips as he looked down at the cubs, pulled a blue key ring out of his pocket, and stealthily unlocked the door, quietly ushering the kids inside. Checking to make sure Issac was still distracted, he easily hauled the cooler inside himself and left it out of sight in the hallway.\n“Dusa…” Issac called out from behind the door of the minivan, “did you see where I put the—” he stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw nothing but an empty front porch and a tiger with a cocky grin standing in the wide-open, recently unlocked front door.\n“Sonofa…” Issac muttered under his breath as he marched back to the house in a huff. “You ass. Keep pulling this crap and see if I invite you back next year, you troll.” He whispered in his smirking friend’s ear.\n“Jeez Issac, relax a little. We’re on vacation! There’s no cell service here, no internet, and we aren’t due back in civilization for another four days. Loosen up a bit, or you’re gonna be miserable the entire time.” Chided the tiger. “Go ahead and take the kids down to the boardwalk. I’ll get the rest of the stuff. Besides, I really think Jamie would like to spend some time with his Dad. He barely sees you anymore since the merger.”\nWith a disconsolate sigh, Issac relented and gave his friend a quick hug and a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks, bro. I’m glad I’ve got you as a friend to remind me to come up for air once in a while.”\nThe two adults shared a meaningful smile before Issac turned to shout down the hall. “Okay boys! Ice cream time! Get–”\nBefore Issac could finish his sentence, the two cubs had bolted around the corner and attached themselves to each leg, faces looking up at the big lion with wide excited eyes and ear-to-ear grins.\n“Okay, you two, let’s go. WALK!” Issac shouted at the cubs as they bolted out the door towards the path at the edge of the clearing. Following behind them at a leisurely pace, he called over his shoulder “Thanks Dusa. We’ll be back in a bit.”\n\t\n\tChapter 3\n\tD\n\nThe trio’s barefooted claws clicked against the wooden boardwalk, the cubs eagerly tugging at their chaperone’s paws to quicken the pace, eager for their frozen treat. Issac strolled along calmly, resisting the cub’s urges to speed up. As soon as the tiny ice cream stall came into view, the cubs took off and sprinted the final distance like a pair of Olympic athletes. “Too bad they don’t serve ice cream at their school.” Issac thought to himself. “If they did, I might actually be able to get Jamie out of bed on school days.”\nWhen Issac finally reached the stall, the cubs’ noses were already pressed up against the cool glass of the ice cream case, trying to decide on a flavour through the condensation their own heavy panting had created.\nAfter several last-minute changes to their flavour selections, debate over what kind of sprinkles to get, and repeated pleadings to upgrade to a chocolate-dipped waffle cone, Issac exchanged a twenty and a thankful smile with the mercifully patient warthog behind the counter. The trio then exited the small shoppe and proceeded further down the sand-covered wooden boardwalk, this time travelling at a much more tranquil pace.\nAs they strolled down the walkway, Issac gazed out across the serene sparkling blue plane and let out a contented sigh, the boys in front eagerly lapping at their oversized cones, managing to get the sticky drips all over their paws and muzzle. As the cubs gulped down the last of their cones, Issac’s gaze returned to the cubs, the serene look on his face quickly replaced with an exasperated frown.\n“Into the bathroom, both of you.” Issac said firmly, his paw pointing to the nearby bathroom signs. “We’re not going another step until you two get cleaned up.” With another round of moans and whines, the cubs plodded off to the bathroom. Issac sighed and leaned back against the railing, expertly polishing off his own small vanilla cone without spilling a drop.\nAlmost subconsciously, he slipped a paw into his pocket to check his cell phone before remembering that not only was this supposed to be a no-work vacation, but that there was no service around here. With a sigh, he withdrew his paw and told himself to relax for once.\nThe loud, drawn-out squeak of the heavy bathroom door drew his attention back to the washroom as the cubs emerged, their paws and muzzles now significantly cleaner than they were a couple minutes ago.\nThe pack continued down to the end of the boardwalk until the distinct sound of a small but well-stocked arcade lured the cubs inside. Once again, the cubs’ eyes glazed over as they took in all the flashy digital entertainment eagerly waiting to gobble up tokens. Before the cubs had a chance to turn around and ask, Issac held out his paws in front of the boys, a ten waving temptingly from each one.\n“Make it count, boys.” Issac admonished. “That’s the only arcade money you’re getting all weekend.” The cubs eagerly snatched the bills out of their benefactor’s paws with barely a nod of acknowledgement and disappeared into the relative darkness of the arcade hall.\nWith an indicative “I’ll-be-right-over-there” nod towards the beach to the portly bear behind the prize counter, Issac strolled the twenty or so feet across the boardwalk and plopped down on the warm sparkling sand, another look of contentment spreading across the lion’s face.\n\f\n\t\n\tChapter 4\n\tD\n\nDuma and Jamie raced over to the nearest token machine; their new fortunes clutched tightly in their paws. After a brief scuffle to decide who would get their tokens first, the cubs scooped up their coins and split up, Jamie towards a motorcycle racing game, and Duma towards a booming machine in the back corner that had caught his eye on the way in.\nAs the white tiger cub approached the flashy towering machine in the rear of the arcade, the booming noise resolved into some sort of techno he was unfamiliar with, and was able to make out a young blue wolf bouncing around at a feverish pace on the big silver pads in front of the machine.\nWith a final jump, the wolf pup landed with a thump that perfectly matched the final note of the music. In the sudden silence, Duma could hear the pup panting heavily as he spun back around and eagerly watched the screen, letting out a loud groan when a big green “A” popped up with a loud artificial applause noise, before being replaced with a big red “game over”.\nThe wolf slinked off the pad and collapsed against the side of the machine, grabbing a half-empty bottle of water out of the small grey backpack next to him and draining it in one gulp before continuing with the heavy panting, his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle.\nIntrigued, Duma approached the machine and the pup slouched against it, looking curiously at the strange characters written on the sides of the cabinet.\n“You can go next; I need to take a breather.” The wolf pup wheezed as he tried to stand up, ending up in a half-slouch against the cabinet.\nAs Duma got closer, he realized that the wolf pup wasn’t as young as he thought, probably a little older than the tiger cub himself. The wolf had light sky-blue fur with a white belly and a dark blue stripe that ran from his nose over his head and down to the tip of his tail, almost like a skunk.\nThe wolf pup didn’t have a shirt, but was wearing blue and white board shorts that poofed out slightly, as if they didn’t quite fit properly. With a start, Duma realized he hadn’t responded to the older pup’s statement yet.\n“Um… thanks for offering,” Duma replied in a shy voice, “but I’ve never even seen a game like this before. What am I supposed to do?”\nWith a grin of an experienced gamer showing a newbie the ropes, the pup straightened up and hopped back up onto the pad and began to explain the basics of the game to the perplexed tiger cub.\nGo ahead, give it a try!” The wolf said at the end of his de-facto crash course, pointing to the coin slot on the front.\n“Oh, I don’t know.” Duma replied. “I saw what you were doing a minute ago. That doesn’t seem simple to me.”\nThe wolf replied with a shake of his head. “I was playing on the heavy setting. We can start you out easy. In fact…” the pup stopped and rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out two more tokens, “we can play together; I’ll play normal on this pad, and you can do beginner on that pad. How ‘bout it?”\nWithout waiting for a reply, the wolf pumped his tokens into the coin slot and grabbed a hold of the tiger’s arm, pulling him up onto the pad. Once Duma had hesitantly popped in two of his own coins, the wolf mashed several of the buttons, zipping through the loud flashy menus.\n\nD\n\nSeveral minutes later, Jamie wandered over and joined the other two after he finished his racing game, mocking Duma for his awkward movements as he attempted to follow the beginner step patterns. Insisting he could do it better, Jamie took a turn on the pad, but his misguided bravado resulted in the same awkward performance, much to his chagrin.\nDespite the rough start, after a few pointers from the wolf, both cubs were performing much better by the time their tokens ran out. Despite their pockets being empty, the cubs had enjoyed themselves immensely.\nAfter a very long session at the water fountain at the front of the store, the two cubs and the pup emerged from the dark arcade back into the blinding sunlight, all three still panting heavily.\nAs Jamie squinted into the sunlight looking for a father-shaped figure in the sand, Duma turned to the wolf pup still standing with the cubs. “You know, I still don’t know your name. I’m Duma. That’s Jamie.” He said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to point at his lion friend, still struggling to glimpse his dad in the blinding sunlight.\n“I’m Shino.” The young blue wolf replied. “I live right down the road, so I’m here almost all the time. I don’t think I’ve seen you two here before though. Are you visiting?”\n“Yep.” Duma responded. “Jamie’s Dad has a summer house up the beach. I think he’s been here before, but this is my first— Hey Uncle Issac!” Duma stopped mid-sentence to greet the approaching grey lion as he ambled back up onto the boardwalk; Jamie’s frantic waving clearly having caught his father’s attention.\n“You boys done already?” Issac said to the cubs. “Let me guess, you two already spent all of your tokens. It looks like you picked up a friend, though.” Issac’s gaze fell upon the newcomer, his eyes lingering on the pup’s unusually puffy board shorts. His puzzled expression was quickly replaced with a surprise as he recognized a tuft of white and purple poking up over the edge of the blue trunks.\nHow odd. Thought Issac. That pup looks like he’s wearing diapers. He looks to be about Duma’s age too, and Duma was potty trained several years ago. Maybe he has some medical issue or something?\nThe adult’s thoughts were dragged back to reality as Duma attempted to introduce his new friend. “Oh, this is… uhh… She… Shiro!” The tiger cub exclaimed excitedly.\nWith a smirk and a roll of his eyes, the wolf pup corrected the tiger cub. “It’s Shino actually, but I’ve heard worse. Whenever someone reads my name, they always try to say ‘Shy-no’ instead of ‘She-no’ like it’s supposed to be.”\n“Well,” Issac replied with a chuckle, “I’ll try not to mess it up then.”\nHis thoughts clearly elsewhere, Jamie piped up and steered the conversation in a different direction. “Hey Dad,” the cub asked, “Are we making burgers for dinner tonight? Or hot dogs maybe?”\nThe group’s focus shifted from the newcomer as everyone became lost in the thought of a sizzling grill. “Yep.” Replied Issac after a distant moment. “In fact, I’m pretty sure Uncle Dusa is firing up the grill right now. How about we head back to the house and help him get dinner ready?”\n“Yay! Dad’s making burgers! I want extra cheese on mine!” Duma exclaimed excitedly. “C’mon! Let’s g—” The cub stopped in mid sentence as he turned back to his newfound friend. “Oh… uh, Uncle Issac? Can Shir— er, Shino, come back with us? I’m sure Dad wouldn’t mind making an extra burger or two.”\nIssac thought quietly for a moment before responding. “Well, I don’t mind you bringing your friend home with us, but I’m sure he’s got his own dinner to get home to.”\nShino shook his head. “Actually, my grandparents are out of town for the week; I was just gonna microwave something tonight. If you’re willing to have me, I’d love to tag along. Burgers are my favorite.” The pup licked his lips as he picked his backpack up off the ground and slid it over his shoulders.\n“Well then,” Issac announced to the group, “I guess it’ll be five for dinner tonight.” As the trio of youngsters whooped and headed off down the boardwalk back towards the beach house, Issac’s gaze was once again drawn to the padded rump under the wolf pup’s blue striped tail.\nMedical or not, he thought with a smirk, that diaper does wonders for that kid’s butt. He’s actually kinda cute; too bad he’s not ours to play with.\nI wonder what Dusa will think…\n\f\n\t\n\tChapter 5\n\tD\n\nDusa sat cross-legged on the stone patio next to the grill, an intense gaze focused on the innocent-looking bag of chunk charcoal and bottle of lighter fluid directly in front of him. \nOkay, you two, let’s be honest here. I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. I’m a gas guy, and you two aren’t really my style. But in about twenty minutes I’m going to have two really hungry cubs to feed, so we need to get along just this once, and then we can go back to hating each other. Deal?\nAs if he had actually received a reply from the two inanimate, flammable objects, he stood up, grabbed the bag, and ripped off the top, dumping half the bag into the ancient faded red kettle grill sitting on the sunken slate stones. He then ripped the red squirt top off the lighter fluid bottle and poured a generous amount of the accelerant over the charred wood.\nWith a large step back, a pause, and a centering deep breath, he grabbed the long-handled grill lighter and stretched out his arm towards the kettle, his awkward stance akin to someone about to nervously poke a nuclear warhead.\nDusa pulled the trigger of the lighter with a loud click right as the cubs and Issac reached the edge of the clearing, arriving just in time to see a massive fireball erupt from the innocuous-looking grill; the adult tiger frozen in his ninja-like stance, outstretched towards the kettle.\nAs their eyes followed the fireball and cloud of thick smoke upwards, the distinctive twang of singed fur reached their noses.\n\f\n“So Dusa…” Issac said with a smirk, “Are we having eyebrows and tiger arms for dinner, or should we give you some time to get the burgers going?”\n\nD\n\nSeveral more grill incidents, scorched patches of fur, the better half a six-pack, and a couple of severely “flame broiled” patties later, Dusa coaxed the grill into delivering a couple handfuls of perfectly cooked burgers. While the crew chowed down, Dusa spent most of the meal condemning the charcoal monstrosity and extolling the virtues of its clearly superior propane-powered competitor.\nBy the time the plates were empty and two more six-packs had been consumed by the now heavily inebriated adults, the crew was sprawled across the patio in the various positions familiar to victims of food coma. Gradually, the entire group migrated inside the cabin and made their way to the bedrooms. The three cubs ended up in a furry tangle on top of one of the guest beds, while the two parents slept side-by-side on the large bed in the master bedroom.\nIn their food- and alcohol-induced stupors, no one objected to the pup joining the other two cubs in the guest room, nor did the intoxicated adults seem to realize that they were tightly snuggled together in the same bed and quite noticeably erect.\n\t\f\n\t\n\tChapter 6\n\tD\n\nJamie was the first one to stir the next morning. The lion cub was jolted awake by an overwhelming stench in his nostrils. He squirmed and attempted to roll away from the offending odor, only to find his arms trapped beneath something warm and heavy. With a pained expression, he opened his eyes and was greeted with a haphazard image of purple and white swirls and shapes. A couple of confused blinks later, the bulging rear end of a diaper came into focus, a white and blue-striped tail sticking out of the hole at the top. With a heave, the lion shoved the wolf pup off of his arms and onto Duma, waking them both up in the process.\n“Ewwww… Shino smells like poop!” Jamie exclaimed, one paw over his nose, the other pointing at the lumpy yellow and brown tinged diaper on the wolf pup’s rear end. “That’s really gross! What the heck is wrong with you?” He yelled. “Why are you wearing diapers? Why did you poop in my face?!?”\nShino, now completely awake at this point, had turned a bright shade of red and his green eyes were tearing up. “I’m… I’m really sorry!” The pup said between sobs. “I… I have to wear them; I can’t control it otherwise. I didn’t mean to make it stinky, honest!” The sobbing pup struggled to pull on the board shorts that had slid off during the night as he backed into a corner of the room, away from his accuser. “I’m sorry…” he said with a whimper, slumping down the wall.\n“Stop it, Jamie!” Exclaimed Duma. “Look at him!” The tiger snarled, pointing at the wolf pup balled up in the corner. “He obviously didn’t mean to! You heard him; he can’t help it! You’d wear diapers too if you couldn’t control when you pooped.” A quiet whine of self-pity emanated from the corner as Duma made his last point. “Besides, you’re younger than I am; you used to wear them not too long ago yourself!”\n“Whatever. At least I learned how to use a potty, unlike that loser. Just keep the big baby away from me.” Jamie said in a condescending tone as he stomped out of the room and slammed the door.\nDuma stared in shock at the closed door, appalled by the behaviour of his friend. After a few moments, he slowly walked over to the whimpering cub curled up in the corner. “Shino? Shino? Hey… hey, it’s okay; don’t be upset. Jamie… Jamie’s just an ass sometimes.” He pulled the older cub into his arms and gave him a squeeze. “I know it was an accident, it’s not your fault. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”\nThe wolf pup slowly focused his watery eyes on his new friend. “But…” he whined, “But I’m all poopy, and I smell really bad. Doesn’t that bother you?”\n“A little.” Duma replied honestly. “But I’ll be okay. Besides, Jamie seems to have forgotten that I knew him back when he was still in diapers too, and he could stink it up a lot worse than this.”\n\nD\n\nOn the other end of the house, Issac awoke with a long yawn, a different scent filling his nostrils. As he opened his eyes, the heavily musky scent of Dusa’s mane gave the lion an uncomfortable feeling of arousal. Confused, the lion shifted to roll out of bed, but was stopped by a sticky feeling tugging at his loins. With a mortified gasp, he looked down and realized that his sheath was matted with cum and quite securely glued to the fur of Dusa’s butt. With an additional shock of horror, he could feel that the barbed tip of his shaft was still partially inside the orange tiger’s gooey tailhole.\n“Oh sh…” the lion whispered to himself in a panic. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Dusa’s gonna kill me when he wakes up. Why the hell did I let myself drink so much?”\nAs discretely as possible, the lion detangled his manhood from the rear of the slumbering tiger next to him, and slipped out of the bed, his cock still slowly dripping cum onto the carpet next to the bed. “Oh hell.” He whispered. “I must have cummed like crazy. I gotta get to the shower. What the hell am I going to say when he wakes up?”\nDazed and in a panic, Issac creeped out the door and made a dash to the bathroom, not even noticing the drippy trail of cum his still partially erect cock was leaving on the hardwood floor of the hallway.\nAs he swung the cracked bathroom door wide open, he came face to face with his own son, soaking wet and just as naked as his father.\nThere was a long, shocked silence as Issac’s eyes locked on his child’s sheath, the tip of his shaft poking out like a tube of lipstick. Meanwhile, Jamie’s eyes were wide open and perfectly level with his father’s glossy, semi-erect manhood, still slick with cum and a slight brown stain from the other adult’s tailhole, the fur surrounding it thick and matted with dried fluids.\nNearly a minute passed in shocked silence before either one made a sound. “…Dad?” Jamie said in quiet awe. “Did… did you… have sex with Uncle Dusa?”\nIssac’s mouth opened and closed silently several times before a cracked, high-pitched shriek forced its way out. In a sudden flurry of movement, Issac literally tossed his still-soaked son out the open door, kicked it shut, leaped into the shower, and violently yanked the shower curtain shut, the sound of one of the curtain clips pinging off the wall audible through the door.\nJamie stood in the hallway, mouth open and dripping wet, a bewildered expression still on his face as he stared at the closed door.\nAfter a moment, he realized a sticky dab of goo was stuck to his upper lip and licked it off. Its flavour was bitter and musky and slightly metallic. He had just tasted his father’s cum for the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.\n\t\f\n\t\n\tChapter 7\n\tD\n\nDusa awoke with a large yawn and a contented sigh, a quiet squish coming from the bedspread as he rolled into the soggy puddle of cum and fluids below his butt. He rubbed his paw across the similarly soggy cumstain on his right where his cock had been lying a few moments earlier and raised it to his muzzle, lapping the sticky cum off his fingertips.\nA smile spread across the orange tiger’s face as he recalled the previous evening, having easily seduced the intoxicated lion into mounting him repeatedly over the course of the night. A perverse joy filled Dusa as he thought about how distraught Issac must have been when he woke up. He knew that the lion rarely remembered his actions after a night of drinking, and that Issac was under the impression that the tiger was an exclusive top.\nHe’s probably in the shower trying to drown himself out of embarrassment, the tiger thought with a chuckle as he sat up and slid out of the bed, his butt creating a wide smear across the covers. Speaking of which, he thought to himself, looking back at the defiled bedsheets, I could use a shower myself. On the other hand, as long as I don’t drip everywhere, I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a bit.\nWith another loud yawn, he grabbed a nearby hand towel, wiped his rear a few times, and slid on a pair of shorts. Dusa then balled up the messy bedspread and the now gooey towel, and walked out the door of the bedroom.\nAs he walked down the empty hallway, he noticed both a trail of little white drops leading from the bedroom to the bathroom, and curiously, a large puddle of water outside the bathroom door, leading to the linen closet and ending with another wet towel.\nHe wiped up both fluids in the short hallway with the cleaner of the two towels, then walked into the cramped laundry room and shoved the pile of fabrics into the front of the washer. After adding soap and starting the cycle, he walked back out into the hallway and towards the guest room to check on the cubs.\n\nD\n\nDuma had retrieved Shino’s backpack from the pile of bags by the door of the guest room, and handed it over to the pup sitting on the end of the bed. The wolf began to rummage through it, pulling out various items as he went. In short order, the foot of the bed became a changing table; a towel from Shino’s backpack was laid out, with a new set of padding, baby powder, a pack of disposable wipes, and a couple of small garbage bags neatly laid out next to it.\n“Are you sure you want to do this?” The wolf pup asked the tiger cub as he scooted up onto the bed and laid back. “I can get myself cleaned up on my own.”\nDuma shrugged as he started to peel back the tapes. “Maybe so, but after what Jamie did, I’m not gonna just walk out on you.”\nAs Duma peeled back the top of the diaper, the smell intensified somewhat, but was still tolerable. With the wolf’s fuzzy sheath and balls fully exposed, Duma pulled back the diaper further. The offending log remained stuck to the diaper as it was removed, leaving the wolf pup’s rump only slightly soiled.\nAs Duma was reaching for the wipes, the door swung open with a loud creak, exposing the older tiger standing in the doorway with a confused expression.\n“Uhh…” Dusa muttered, “Am I interrupting something?”\n“Oh, uh, hi Dad. I was just… uh…” the tiger cub stammered, looking back and forth between the embarrassed pup and his equally confused father. “Shino… needed help… with–”\n“With a bit of a stinker, I see.” Dusa concluded, his nose wrinkling as the smell reached him. He shut the door behind him to prevent the smell from spreading into the rest of the house. “Where’d Jamie go?”\nThe cub wore a look of disappointment as he explained what happened. “Oh Dad, Jamie was completely awful to Shino! He shoved then shouted at him, then stormed out and slammed the door! He probably went outside or something.”\n“Why don’t you go see if you can find him? I’ll help Shino finish cleaning up.” The tiger replied, shooing his son out the door. “When you do, let him know he shouldn’t have left the house without telling us.”\n“Uh, okay Dad. See you later, Shino.” The cub said to the humiliated pup lying on the end of the bed, his legs still up in the air. He pulled the door shut behind him, leaving just the big orange tiger and the wolf pup in the smelly room.\n“So… what’s your story, kid?” Dusa asked as he pulled a wipe out of the pack. “This a medical thing? You seem a little old to not be potty trained.”\nThe pup gave a small whine before replying meekly. “Yes sir. I can’t really control when I go… never have. I’ve been wearing diapers my whole life. They’ve tried different meds and procedures, but nothing’s ever worked out.”\nThe tiger let out a low whistle as he rubbed the first wipe across the wolf pup’s rump. “School couldn’t have been easy, then.”\n“It was horrible.” Shino replied with a sniffle. “I had to change schools twice before my grandparents decided to do home-schooling.”\n“You must have had trouble making friends after that.” Dusa continued, grabbing a second wipe and cleansing the wolf’s tailhole.\n“Even some of the tutors over the years have made fun of me for it. And now Jamie hates me too.” The pup whined, rolling over and burying his face in the clean sheets.\nWith a sympathetic frown, Dusa took a moment to grab the dirty diaper now lying next to the pup, wad it up, and stuff it into the plastic bags before expertly tossing it across the room into the garbage can by the nightstand.\nThe tiger crawled up onto the bed and rested his head against the sobbing pup’s back.\n“I’m sorry kid.” Dusa said softly. “I can only imagine how rough that must have been. And while I’m sure Jamie was upset about the smell, whatever he said to you wasn’t fair. Like you said, it’s not something you have control over.”\nAs the tiger spoke those last few words, he became strangely aware of the pointed tip of his sheath rubbing through his shorts against the pup’s exposed rump. Apparently, the pup noticed too, since he slowly stopped sobbing and fell still.\nA short but heated debate immediately filled the adult’s head, deciding if pursuing his urges was a wise idea with a pup he barely knew. Before either side could win out, the decision was made for him as the now grinning pup began to rub his tailhole over the damp tented tip of the tiger’s shorts.\nThe astonished tiger couldn’t believe his luck as he quickly resolved the moral argument in his head and whispered in the pup’s ear. “I… uh… are… are you sure you’re okay with this, pup?”\n“Definitely, sir.” The pup eagerly replied.\n\t\f\n\t\n\tChapter 8\n\tD\n\nDusa’s shorts flew across the guest bedroom, landing in a heap by the door, their owner eager to take advantage of the unexpected, yet welcome situation the young wolf pup had bestowed upon him.\nThe big orange tiger stood fully naked at the foot of the bed; his shaft already fully exposed from his sheath. In front of him, the little blue wolf was on all fours, his rump in the air. The pup’s diminutive ballsack and modest sheath hung loosely beneath his soft pink tailhole; still glistening from the cleansing wipe it had recently received.\nDusa leaned forward and rubbed his already drippy tip against the cub’s tailhole, his paws gently grasping the wolf’s hips. With a deep breath, the tiger pulled the cub towards him, his drippy shaft sliding easily into the slick rump.\nA pair of enthralled moans filled the room, as both canine and feline were engulfed in the overwhelming sensations. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the tiger registered that there had been no whimpers or cries of pain from the wolf; suggesting that this wasn’t the first time he’d had something other than his own logs pass through his pucker.\nAfter only a couple of heated thrusts, the tiger was lying squarely on top of the little pup, pounding hard and deep into the smooth rump. The ferocity and speed with which the feline pumped the wolf’s rear revealed how pent up the tiger was from what had happened earlier that morning, his almost feral intensity belying how long it had been since he had been the one on top.\nThe pup, on the other hand, was splayed spread-eagled across the bedsheets, his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle and his eyes glazed and unfocused.\nDual puddles formed underneath the pup’s tongue and sheath as he shook with the tiger’s thrusts. With every recoil of the rigid shaft, he could feel the tiger’s sharp barbs dig into his insides, scraping at the flesh of his inner walls.\nIt wasn’t more than a couple minutes before the tiger’s heavy pants and feral groans grew into a low, guttural growl, his teeth clamping onto the left shoulder of the wolf pup. With a powerful roar, the tiger grabbed the pup’s arms tightly and gave his final trust into the pup, so hard in fact, that the entire bed slid forwards an inch and banged into the wall.\nThe pup gave a loud yowl of his own as the tiger’s teeth tore into his shoulder, his blue fur quickly becoming streaked with crimson. As the tiger’s shaft throbbed, unloading spurt upon spurt of white cum into the pup’s rear, he collapsed on top of the battered wolf, his heavy panting muffled by the furry flesh clamped in his muzzle.\nAfter several still minutes, the silence broken only by muffled panting and the occasional bodily twitch, the tiger issued a loud groan as he attempted to lift himself off of the wolf pup.\nThe scene was intense. The pup was spread-eagled across the bed, a large wet spot under his muzzle, his left shoulder a deep shade of crimson. His rump and tailbase looked even worse for wear; dripping, matted, and almost completely covered with a mixture of brown, crimson, and milky white fluids.\nThe tiger had not fared much better. Sitting sprawled at the end of the bed, his muzzle was stained with the pup’s blood as though he had just finished mauling a carcass, and his belly, crotch, and upper legs were, like the pup, completely covered in the same mix of fluids as the puppy’s abused tailhole. His shaft, barbs flaked with brown and red, was still slowly oozing cum from its tip.\n“Oh… oh god.” The tiger whispered breathlessly as panic overtook him. “Oh no… Shino? Shino, are you okay?”\nHe reached out and grabbed the pup by his good shoulder, rolling his beleaguered victim over. Unexpectedly, the wolf’s drool-covered muzzle was twisted into a euphoric smile, the pup’s eyes slowly coming back into focus.\nAfter a moment, the wolf propped himself up on his elbows and took a good look at the concerned tiger.\nAn enormous cocky grin formed across his fuzzy blue face and he spoke. “Damn, sir. That was a hell of a ride. I’m gonna have to visit you more often!”\nThe bloodstained muzzle of the tiger melted into a relieved chuckle as spoke. “You’re a hell of a ride yourself, pup. That didn’t hurt you at all? You’re a complete mess.”\nThe pup’s gaze passed over his crotch and shoulder before returning to the face of the tiger. “Sir… the first time I was mounted, I was three when my babysitter, an Akita, thought he’d show me why the front of his pants kept getting pointy. A couple years later, it was by a stallion that ran a farm I visited. I was taking two and a half feet of flared horse cock up my tailhole by the time I was five. Trust me sir, you didn’t do anything I couldn’t handle.”\nThe tiger, simultaneously feeling self-conscious about his size and concerned for the pup’s well-being, shifted a bit and pointed at the fresh diaper and supplies on the floor, knocked off the bed by the frenzied activity. “Is that why you need diapers, pup? Because you got mounted when you were young?”\n“Probably. All that pounding at that age certainly messed up my insides somewhat.” The pup replied with a shrug. “But I don’t mind; I love getting mounted. It’s worth having to deal with the padding, even if it means I can’t control when I mess.”\nThe tiger nodded, now seeing the cub in a new light as he thought about how he would have handled being in a similar situation during his youth.\n“Besides,” continued the pup, “I’ve been changing myself for years, so the smell doesn’t bother me anymore. In fact,” The pup said with an embarrassed grin, “I kinda like it now. The mess, I mean.” He subtly licked his lips with a smirk.\nDusa raised a skeptical eyebrow as he absorbed the pup’s last confession. After a short pause, he gave a noncommittal shrug of his own. “Whatever floats your boat, pup.”\nThe tiger emitted another loud groan as he rolled off the bed for the second time that morning, exposing his previously unseen rump to the wolf.\n“Speaking of padding, sir… you may need some yourself.” The pup raised his paw and pointed at the tiger’s rump, where some of the cum from his earlier escapades with the lion had escaped his tailhole and was now dripping down his loosely hanging ballsack.\n“I don’t think I’m the only one here that was mounted this morning.” The wolf said with a grin, easily putting two and two together.\nThe tiger simply gave the pup an embarrassed glance as he picked up his shorts. For a moment, he just stood there, glancing from his shorts to the mess covering his front before throwing them over his shoulder and shuffling over to the door. He cracked the door slowly, peeking out into the empty hallway.\nHe cautiously opened the door the rest of the way and shuffled, naked and extremely messy, into the hallway. After taking a thorough look around and poking his head into the now empty bathroom and bedroom, he returned to the guest room and picked the pup up in his arms, carrying him into the shower.\n\t\f\n\t\n\tChapter 9\n\tD\n\nJamie sat on a large boulder on the secluded beachfront near the cottage, chucking small stones absentmindedly into the diminutive waves. The stormy expression on his face mirrored his state of mind, as he dwelled upon what had transpired in the bedroom that morning. He was upset with Shino for what he had done, but at the same time, felt bad for treating him so poorly.\nAs he skipped what felt like his hundredth pebble across the surface of the shimmering water, the lion cub heard the shuffling of paws across the sand. He turned to look at the young white tiger approaching him before quickly turning his back against the intrusion.\n“What do you want, Duma? Leave me alone.” Jamie said, the sudden irritation in his voice attempting to mask his gloomy demeanor.\n“Geez Jamie, give it a rest.” Duma shot back. “It was a messy diaper. Big whoop. It’s not like you weren’t doing the same thing a few years ago. I never yelled at you like that.”\n“Yeah, well,” the lion retorted, “I was still little. I’m potty-trained now; I don’t wear diapers anymore! You don’t either, and you’re younger than he is!”\n“Did you not hear him back there?” Duma snapped. “Sometimes potty-training doesn’t work for people if they have some kind of problem. It’s not like he wears them because he wants to! It’s not like he went to bed last night thinking ‘hey, I should poop in that loud kid’s face’!”\n“Whatever.” Jamie said dismissively. “Normal people don’t poop when they’re sleeping! Normal people don’t wear diapers, unlike that disgusting dog-skunk sissy freak!” The grey lion spat; his earlier guilt now buried underneath undeserved anger towards the striped canine back at the cottage.\nNext thing he knew, Jamie found himself tackled by a blur of white fur and claws, tumbling headfirst off the side of the boulder and landing hard on the sand. The little grey lion gasped for air as the older cub flailed at his childhood friend.\nDuma’s words were punctuated with each strike to the pinned cub. “YOU… ASS… HOW… DARE… YOU— “\nA pair of massive brown paws yanked the two cubs violently off the ground by the scruff of their necks, suspending them each in the air like puppets, just out of arm’s reach of each other. As the cubs twisted around, they face to face with the big grizzly bear that owned the arcade on the far end of the boardwalk. The low growl emanating from his throat mirrored the irate expression on his face.\n\"You boys mind explaining yourselves?\" The bear growled menacingly as he set the cubs back down in the sand. \"It's bad enough you're down here without your parents, but fighting? I could ban you two from the boardwalk permanently for that.\"\nAlmost in unison, the cubs turned to look at each other in shock before attempting to bail themselves out by tattling on each other. \"It wasn't me, honest!\" \"He started it--\" they both pleaded before being cut off in mid sentence by a loud roar.\n\"I don't care whose fault it was!\" Bellowed the grizzly. \"You two need to apologize and work this out, or I'll personally make sure that you never get another ice cream or spend another arcade token on this beach again!\"\nBy this point, Issac had wandered down the beach looking for the cubs, and had come into earshot just in time to hear the grizzly's ultimatum to the two young felines. With a groan and an audible facepaw, the lion walked over and announced \"Now what did they do? Besides wandering off without any adult supervision whatsoever, that is.\"\nAfter Issac had been filled in by the shopkeeper, he apologized and thanked the grizzly for handling the situation before grabbing the two cubs by their ears and dragging them off towards the cottage, not allowing them any chance to speak at all.\n\"Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!\" The cubs cried as Issac's paws maintained a death grip on their sensitive ears, but to no avail. Neither his grip, nor their pace let up in the slightest.\f\n\"I do not want to hear it.\" Warned the lion. \"Your behaviour was appalling, and there is absolutely no reason for you two to be attacking each other. You're both grounded for the rest of the trip. Say one more word, and it'll be until the end of the summer!\"\nThe level of unfairness rankled both the cubs; but without any means of recourse, they quietly accepted their fate and sulked back to the cottage. \n\t\f\n\t\n\tChapter 10\n\tD\n\nBy the time the others had returned to the house, Shino, Dusa, and the multiple sets of previously cum-covered bedsheets had been washed, dried, and in the pup’s case, given fresh padding.\nThe two were rummaging around in the fridge, Shino in only a diaper, and Dusa in just his shorts, when the door swung open and allowed entry to one livid lion and two crestfallen cubs. \nWithout a word from Issac, Jamie shuffled dejectedly into the parents’ bedroom, as Duma did the same towards the guest room. A questioningly raised eyebrow from the adult tiger was met with a withering glare from the lion as he jerked his head angrily in the direction of the patio outside. \nSoon the house was silent, leaving only a very confused pup in a diaper alone in the center of the house.\n\nD\n\nOut on the patio, Dusa eyed Issac curiously as he turned away from his friend and threw his arms up in exasperation.\n“I… I don’t even know what to say! I mean, what could Duma be thinking? According to Bear, he came around the corner and your kid was pile-driving mine into the sand! He wasn’t pulling his punches, either!”\nThe slack-jawed expression on Dusa’s face fell in sharp contrast with the enraged face of Issac’s. After a moment, Dusa’s jaw shut and his eyebrow shot up.\n“Somehow, I doubt Duma would act like that without a hell of a good reason. Before we condemn the rest of this vacation to circling clouds of emotional doom, perhaps we should hear what they each have to say?”\nAfter several seconds and a hard glare, the lion relented. “Fine. But whatever this is, it ends right here, right now.”\n\nD\n\nBefore long, the four felines were arranged in the living room, each parent facing their child. The pup was conspicuously absent; having grabbed his things and slipped out the door as soon as he felt the bad vibes from whatever had happened.\nAfter several uncomfortable minutes of silence, Issac began the interrogation.\n“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” He shot at Duma; his tone sharp. “What possible reason could you have had for attacking Jamie the way you did?”\nDuma turned to his own father in hopes of clemency. “Dad... I know it was stupid, but the things he was saying… Jamie was being just horrible! He said all sorts of horrible things about Shino.”\nIn unison, both parents turned to Jamie and shot him a hard glare, waiting for him to elaborate upon the accusations.\n“…I was pissed, okay? I was mad at Shino for him being stinky in bed last night. And for wearing those stupid diapers in the first place. Big Baby.” Jamie finished with a huff.\n“I believe the words you used were ‘disgusting sissy skunk freak?” Duma sneered.\n“That’s NOT… er… exactly what I said…” Jamie trailed off, realizing he was busted.\n“Jamie… what— why would you say something like that?” His father said, exasperated. “First off, I can’t even believe how rude you’re being. Second, did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, he really can’t control it?”\n“Actually,” Dusa interjected, “I can confirm that. He told me that there were some… incidents when he was a kid that made it so that he’s always gonna have those problems.” Dusa shared a nod with Issac at this, confirming with the other adult the implied meaning of ‘incidents’.\n“Therefore, Jamie,” Dusa continued, “regardless of your personal feelings or how offended you felt, your words were uncalled for. Speaking of which…”\nDusa turned to face his own child. “There is absolutely, positively, NEVER, EVER any reason to hit someone. EVER. Is that perfectly clear, Duma?”\nThe cub turned a vivid shade of crimson under his white fur. “Yes, Dad. I’m sorry.” He turned to Jamie and repeated his apology before dropping his head and staring at the floor.\n“Jamie?” Issac prompted. “Your turn.”\n“But dad! I didn’t do any—“\n“JAMIE!” Issac roared. “Apologize. Now.”\nA quiet squeak of a response issued from the defeated cub before he got up and shuffled dejectedly to the bedroom. After an exchanged glance, both adults did the same, heading the down the hallway towards their own room.\nJamie continued to stare blankly at the floor as he heard the far door shut and the still silence of the room take over.\f\n\n\tChapter 11\n\tD\n\nThe next morning, an awkward silence hung in the air as the four felines barely acknowledged each other over breakfast. Both adults kept opening their muzzles as if to start a conversation, but thought better of it. \n\nD\n\nThe previous night, after the cubs had been talked to and the adults were lounging on the bed, the discussion returned to their original intentions for the trip.\n“Look,” Issac grumbled, “fight or not, I’ll be damned if I leave here without getting what I came for. Specifically, Jamie’s muzzle around my cock. I’m sure you have similar aims.”\n“Well, yes,” Dusa replied sheepishly, “but Shino convinced me to mount him this morning, and that kid is a hell of a ride. Apparently, he can take a stallion no problem. Hell, even I can’t do that.”\n“But… why, why would you?” Issac replied confusedly. “I thought you were… that is… you, I mean…” Issac turned around sharply when his friend let out a bemused laugh.\n“Are you kidding? I love getting mounted as much as the pup did. I just say I’m a top because I can get more cute subby butts that way!” Dusa snickered.\nThe lion’s jaw dropped. “Then… last night, I mean… you…?”\n“Hell yeah!” Dusa exclaimed. “I convinced you to mount me. You were so drunk; it was a cakewalk.”\nThe lion reached over and slapped his friend on the arm. Hard. “You ass. I was scared shitless when I woke up this morning.”\n“I know! It was hilarious watching you try to sneak into the bathroom. I wiped up the cum you dripped everywhere too, by the way.” The tiger said, enjoying the look of embarrassment on his friend’s face.\n“How about I return the favor tonight, Mr. Drippy?” Dusa teased.\nBefore long, the lights went out, but neither adult was sleeping.\n\nD\n\nAfter breakfast had been finished, Issac eventually broke the ice and discussed heading down to the beach for a picnic. Dusa quickly piped up saying that he wanted Duma to stay and help with running errands. A glance at Issac quickly stifled the oncoming objection and clued the older lion into the adult tiger’s plan.\nKeen to avoid being grounded after all, the cubs stayed silent, happy for a chance to escape the house. Before long, the lions were on their way out the door while the tigers busied themselves cleaning up the kitchen.\n“Here ya go.” Dusa said, handing Issac a picnic basket. “I packed it myself.” With a wink, the tiger lifted the lid a crack to expose the shiny black tip of a large dildo, a bottle of lube, and a few other ‘supplies’, before closing it again and handing it to the grinning lion.\nHolding the basket in such a way as to hide the tenting of his swim trunks, Issac and Jamie headed out the door, the two lions on their way down to the beach.\nMeanwhile, Duma and Dusa were making a racket in the kitchen, putting away dishes and tidying up the surprisingly significant mess that had accumulated over the last couple days. By the time they were done, both tigers were sweaty, shirtless, and exhausted, flopping on top of one another on the large red couch on the other side of the kitchen island.\n“Whew!” Duma exclaimed. “How did we manage to get the house dirty so quickly, Dad?”\nThe larger tiger poked playfully at his son’s belly. “Because some of us aren’t very good at cleaning up after themselves!” Dusa taunted, running his paws over his son’s ribs, causing the cub the squirm and giggle loudly.\n“Daaaaa—dadddd!” The cub squeaked, futilely attempting to escape the powerful grip of his father. As the tickles continued, the cubs’ shorts began to slide down his legs, exposing the skimpy red underwear the cub had chosen to put on that morning. With a grin, the older tiger decided to ease up and pulled his son in for a tight hug; the orange and white tigers now nose to nose.\n“I love you, son.” Dusa said softly. He lowered his paws to Duma’s rump and began to rub softly. The cub, though surprised, mewed softly with pleasure at the gentle caress of his father. Nonetheless, he felt obliged to speak up.\n“Uh… Dad? Are you… interested in me?” The cub whispered shyly into his dad’s ear. A response came in the form of a sudden kiss from his father, deep and sensual.\nThe two tigers shared a wet, long, passionate kiss before their lips parted, both pairs of eyes sparkling and both muzzles wet.\n“Yes, son. I love you more than anything in the world, and I’ve been waiting years to share this with you.” Dusa confessed in a whisper, a tear rolling down his cheek as he stared up into the beautiful face of his offspring. He pulled his child into another deep kiss, their hearts and tongues intertwined in intense, untamed romance.\f\n\n\tChapter 12\n\tD\n\nThe two lions shuffled along the secluded beachfront, their footpaws causing small clouds of the dry, hot sand to rise with each step. Jamie began to hop from paw to paw in an attempt to bear the scorching sand, but his father appeared took no notice as he trudged along towards a portion of the beachfront the cub had never visited.\nAfter wading around the tip of a large rock formation jutting all the way from the cliff face to the water’s edge, Issac plopped down the basket in the shade of a massive thicket of palm trees isolating this little section of the beach.\nJamie immediately went to the water’s edge to cool his paws while the older lion pulled a large beach blanket from the basket and proceeded to set it up close to the water’s edge, securing the corners with nearby stones.\nJamie turned around when he heard his father approaching and looked down at the sand, dreading the inevitable lecture about the fight last night. Instead, he felt something cold snap into place around both his wrists.\nIn a state of shock and alarm, Jamie realized he had just been handcuffed. Looking up as his father for an explanation, he was greeted with a crazed grin and an evil look in his eye, as well as his father’s bathing suit gone. Instead, a large black cock and sizable furry balls surrounded by a pair of black leather chaps greeted him at eye level.\n“You’ve been nothing but trouble this whole trip, ya runt.” Issac growled in a low menacing voice. “Now, you’re gonna get your punishment!”\nFrightened of what had come over his father, Jamie backed away quickly only to trip over one of the stones holding the beach blanket in place. Unable to throw out his hands to catch himself, he landed hard on his side, next to a massive black length of rubber roughly the size of the cub’s arm.\nBefore the cub could process what he was seeing, he felt the large grey paws of his father roughly yank his batching suit off. Ignoring his yelp of confusion, Issac then grabbed him around the middle and sat him up, the large black mass now between the cub’s legs. Pressing against his now exposed sheath, the handcuffs forced the cub to either hold his paws in the air, or rest them on the black monolith in front of him.\nPanicked, yet curious, the cub put his hands around the tip of the rubber cock and looked up into his father’s eyes for an explanation.\n“Dad?” Jamie whispered confusedly. “What’s going on? Why did you handcuff me? And what is this thing?” The cub asked, nodding towards the phallus between his paws.\n“That, son, is a dildo.” The adult said with a crazed grin. “And your punishment. You’re going to sit on it, and keep sitting on it until the whole thing is inside that little rump of yours!”\n“What?!?” The cub exclaimed, aghast at what his father was saying. “Why would you—”\nThe cub’s protests were cut short by his father’s paws forcing his open muzzle down over the massive toy. Almost gagging, Jamie’s head was forced up and down over and over again, the massive tip becoming slick with saliva.\n“That’s right, kid, get that cock nice and slick. The better job you do, the easier it’ll fit in your tight little tailhole.”\nJamie whined apprehensively; the sound muffled by the large object in his muzzle. Meanwhile, his father’s cock had grown erect and was nearly touching the cub’s nose, roughly at the same height as the toy he was being forced to swallow.\nSuddenly, the pressure holding his head on the toy released, and Jamie gasped as his drooling muzzle popped off the now slick toy. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, the cub was lifted into the air and plopped abruptly onto the tip of the toy.\nThe shock of the tip forcing its way into the cub’s tiny tailhole without any stretching whatsoever caused a scream to catch in his throat. The big grey paws released him, and his own body weight caused the toy to slide in further. Before another yelp could escape his throat, the big paws once again forced his head down, this time forcing the father’s equally massive cock into his muzzle.\nNearly fainting from the multiple sensations and overwhelming pain bombarding his little system, the cub’s eyes glazed over, barely registering the musky tangy taste of his father’s cock. Every minute movement his body made caused the toy to slide in deeper, a cock-shaped bulge already appearing on the front of his slender body.\nDespite his tailhole screaming in agony, the improvised lube had done its job. So far, he had managed to take nearly half the toy without injury, and the pain was slowly giving way to another sensation he had never felt before. The cub couldn’t identify it in his delirious state, but he liked it. Certainly, it was better than the pain. \n\n\tChapter 13\n\tD\n\nA small pair of red underwear rested on one of the cushions of the couch, the other two occupied by two tigers, one in the lap of the other. Face to face, the small white tiger cub gazed lovingly into the glasses-framed eyes of larger orange tiger.\nBelow, two erect shafts rubbed sensually against one another, their sizes differing, but their black colour identical. The larger of the two oozed a noticeable amount of clear liquid from the tip, as one of the adult’s paws massaged the pair of cocks, the other paw holding his son in place.\n“Mmm… that feels great, Dad. You seem to be leaking though.” The cub giggled, rubbing the larger tiger’s tip with his paw. The action elicited a similar moan from the father. “Mmm… son, that’ll be the lube for what comes next.”\nDuma’s ears perked with interest. “Are you going to mount me, Dad? Please say yes!” The cub pleaded, leaning forward to give his father yet another sensual kiss.\n“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, kid. I’m surprised you’re so eager, though!” Dusa said with a cocky grin.\n“Actually, Dad, I’ve always liked seeing your cock when I was younger and we used to take baths together. Ever since I discovered how good it felt when I put my paw in my tailhole, I’ve wanted to feel your cock inside me, too!”\nSurprised, though pleased, Dusa chuckled. “I wish you’d asked, son! I’d have been happy to give it to you sooner!”\nThe larger tiger picked up the smaller tiger by the waist and turned him around, so that the cub’s back was against his belly. Below, the oozing cock throbbed slightly, brushing against the fuzzy balls of his kid.\n“Now, you know it’s gonna hurt a little at first, right Duma? Just bear it for a minute, and it’ll feel a lot better.” Dusa said to his cub.\nWith a gulp and a nervous nod from Duma, Dusa began to lower his cub onto the tip of his throbbing cock. Surprisingly, he felt it slide in easily, as if the cub really had fingered himself repeatedly in the past, loosening up his tailhole.\nSoon, the whole shaft had sunk into the cub’s rear, the two orange pairs of ballsacks resting against one another. With nothing but a pleasurable growl from Duma, Dusa quickly began to thrust up repeatedly, one paw guiding his cub as the other gripped the small shaft pleasingly. \n\nD\n\nMeanwhile, the young lion on the beach was slowly becoming accustomed to his submissive new role. His paws cuffed, tailhole filled beyond capacity and belly bulging, he continued to work his muzzle down the shaft of his father, the large paws gripping his fuzzy ears forcefully urging him to go deeper.\nHis gag reflex all but defeated by the massive toy he was forced to muzzle earlier, the large shaft of his father began to slide deeper into the cub’s throat, causing it to bulge outwards as well.\nBy this point, the toy had almost completely forced its way inside the little lion, his own body weight preventing it from sliding out at all. The dual bulges were quite a sight for Issac as he began to pant from the muzzlejob.\n\nD\n\nDusa tossed his head back against the couch, overwhelmed by the sensation of his shaft hilted inside his cub’s tailhole. Duma was clearly also enjoying the experience, the young tiger’s cock thrusting against the paw of his father.\nSuddenly, the cub let out a high-pitched whine and began bucking in place, cum shooting forcefully from his little shaft. The seed shot up into the open muzzle of both tigers, as well as onto the glasses of the older one, obscuring his vision as his cub’s tailhole tightened around his own shaft.\nBoth tigers licked their muzzles blissfully, both enjoying the taste of the cub’s cum for the first time. As one’s panting slowed, the other increased.\n\nD\n\nThe older lion began to buck and growl forcefully, the cub’s muzzle around his shaft bringing him to the edge of climax. With a loud roar, the adult went rigid and pushed powerfully down upon the head of his cub, forcing his entire length down the young lion’s throat and the rest of the toy to hilt vehemently into his abused tailhole.\n\nD\n\nThe older tiger growled fiercely as the clenching of his cub’s tailhole and the taste of his child’s cum overwhelmed him. He wrapped his arms around his child and squeezed intensely as he thrust into his child one final time. \n\nD\nThe tiger spurted load after load of seed into his son’s greedy tailhole.\nD\nThe lion spurted load after load of seed down his son’s abused throat.\nD\nThe puppy spurted load after load of seed onto the boulder overlooking the beach.\f\n\t\n\tChapter 14\n\tD\n\nThe young lion lay splayed across the beach towel, immobile due to the cock lodged in his throat, and the massive toy hilted into his tailhole. He could hear nothing over the thundering roar of his own beating heart, and could see nothing through the hazy smog of pain and pleasure that overcame him.\nAfter several minutes, he began to gag as the softened cock deep in his throat slid out with a loud wet pop. Slowly regaining his senses, he groggily looked up to see his father unsteadily making his way to the water’s edge, his dripping black cock visible between his thighs.\nAfter Issac had waded in and washed his now sensitive genitals off in the cool salt water, he returned to the beach blanket and to the sight of his abused immobile son dripping from almost every orifice.\nWith a quiet chuckle, he crouched behind his son and slowly worked the massive toy out of the little lion’s tailhole. The moment the toy cleared the last ring of flesh, a mix of fluids and waste trickled from the gaping opening.\nCarrying both the soiled toy and the near-comatose cub to the waterline, he did his best to rinse off both the toy and the cub’s orifices. The tang of the salt water seemed to revive the cub enough for him to shamble slowly back to the beach towel, though his expression was still absent.\nDespite the dip in the water, the cub rump continued to leak onto the sandy beach. Deciding that putting the cub’s bathing suit back on was more trouble than it was worth, he returned all of the remaining items to the basket and began the slow walk back to the house, hoping the leaking would cease by then.\nAs they rounded the tip of the rock separating the two beaches, Issac was greeted by a strange sight. On a wide outcropping in the rock lay a pristine white and purple diaper, with a fresh gooey pawprint and smiley face drawn on the rock face above it.\nAfter several moments of confusion, Issac chuckled and said a silent thanks to the little blue puppy that must have witnessed the ordeal. Unfolding the padding, he lifted his son onto the outcropping and proceeded to diaper Jamie the same way he did at grocery store changing tables several years earlier.\n\nD\n\nThe pair of lions slowly made their way back to the beach house, one in a bathing suit with a distinct wet spot on the front, and the other in nothing but a poofy diaper.\nIssac kept opening his muzzle to say something to the abnormally quiet cub, but could not think of an appropriate way to discuss what had just transpired. Luckily, Jamie didn’t seem to be upset or in shock over the ordeal. Finally, shortly before reaching the house, Jamie spoke.\n“Dad?” He said in a whisper.\n“Yeah, Jamie?” Issac said tentatively, not sure what he was about to hear.\n“Can we… can you use actual lube next time we do that?” The cub said with a cocky grin. “That was kinda rough.”\nIntensely relieved, Issac let out a thundering laugh followed by a hearty nod. “Of course, kid! Just don’t expect me to be too easy on you next time!”\n“Wouldn’t dream of it, dad.” Jamie said with a smile. \f\n\n\tChapter 15\n\tD\n\nBoth tigers started when they heard the clunk of the front door being opened. Awaking from their post-coital slumber, the father and son sat up together, the fur on their faces matted with dried cum. As Dusa removed his glasses to see through the milky white stain on his lens, the drippy exposed genitals of the two on the couch were in full view of the returning lions, who had their own change of outfits on display.\nThe younger tiger immediately took note of the other cub’s new outfit, or lack thereof.\n“Jamie’s wearing one of Shino’s diapers! Did Jamie get mounted too, Uncle Issac?” Duma said with excitement, clearly connecting the exposure of the older lion’s shaft with the lack of Jamie’s bathing suit.\n“Uhh, let’s just say that Jamie needed some drip protection.” Issac chuckled, a paw resting upon his son’s shoulder.\n“Well,” replied the older tiger, “I’m glad that the provisions I packed were put to good use.”\nWith a wet slurping noise, Dusa lifted the younger cub off his still erect shaft and placed him on the floor so he could stand up.\nSuddenly, the sound of a juicy wet fart emanated through the room like a muffled foghorn, followed by a wet crackling splorch. In unison, every head in the room turned towards the newly diapered cub near the doorway, now crouched down with a distressed look plastered across his face.\nThe irony of the situation was not lost upon the little white tiger cub. “I guess Shino isn’t the only one around here who’ll be wearing diapers for a while.” He quipped.\nDusa looked at Issac with a smirk as he pondered aloud. “We might have to ask him for a few loaners for the trip home. For that matter, I wonder where he buys them, too.”\nAs they all shared an exhausted laugh, the group headed towards the shower together, none caring about exposing themselves to the others.\nD\nAs the thick steam billowed out the open door, the moans emanating from within signaled that none of the four felines in the modest cottage were eager to begin packing for the trip home.\f\n\t\n\tAcknowledgements\n\tD\n\nAs I sit here, two years after undertaking this project, I have a hard time believing I’ve finally reached the end. This was originally intended to be a two-page smut commission for Duma, but after requesting that various scenes and characters were added in, and my wish to develop a proper story beyond the smut scenes developed, it ballooned into a full-size novella. Despite the constant distractions of daily life, and the nearly debilitating episodes of writers’ block, I could not be more proud of myself for finishing not just a smutty RP session destined to be lost in the dregs of the Fur Affinity servers, but a proper story truly deserving of publishing to the paper medium.\nMy decision to originally hand-publish this book was mainly driven by my desire to be more than just another story on a website. While self-publishing was a much bigger challenge than I anticipated, I was thrilled that I could physically sign and deliver copies of my hard work to waiting customers. It also sidestepped the nasty issue of piracy and online copyright.\n\n[UPDATE] Over time, interest waned, and despite later offering to privately sell digital copies, I genuinely forgot about this story. After a recent nudge from an excited reader several years later, I made the decision to publicly post this story for all to enjoy. It’s a bit outdated now, but still a fun read even as I edit this updated copy.\n\nIf you enjoyed this story, please join me on Twitter or InkBunny (both as ShinoPuppy), as I hope this will be the first of many stories to capture my fellow furries’ imaginations… as well as their desire.\n\n=^_^=\n\n==================\n\n\n\nSTRIPES\nIN THE\nSAND\n\nA story by Shino Digfoot\nCommissioned by Duma Alexanders\nCover artwork by Avo Vanguard\nMature Illustrations by Lucas Kale\n\nStory not suitable for readers under 18 or for those that may take offense to mature/adult themes. Please use discretion.\n\f\nThis story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author or commissioner’s imagination, and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to, or infringement of intellectual property of persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Some characters and/or illustrations in this story may be property of the commissioner or have other applicable copyrights. Some illustrations have been furnished by the commissioner and cannot be attributed to the artist as that information is no longer available. More information on copyrights for this work may be obtained by contacting the author below.\n\nPUBLICLY DISTRIBUTED DIGITAL SECOND EDITION\n\nCC: BY,NC,ND\n\n\n© 2013-2021 Shino Digfoot. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified, or distributed without prior permission of the copyright holder. To contact the owner, please e-mail ShinoPuppy@gmail.com.\n\f\n\fFor Duma, whose gentle encouragement and support helped me overcome a half decade of writer’s block and helped me enjoy writing again.\n\nThank you for your tremendous patience while I slowly dragged my paws through the creative process.",
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A story by Shino Digfoot
Commissioned by Duma Alexanders
[EDITOR'S NOTE: in the original text, the random "D"s are actually paw prints used to indicate breaks in the story, but the upload process broke the formatting somewhat. Naughty parts start at chapter 6.]
[STORY BEGINS]
\tChapter 1
\tD
"Are we there yet?” The age-old venerable phrase emanated from the back seat of the dull grey minivan for the sixth time in as many minutes. The blue-maned, grey-furred lion in the driver’s seat rolled his spectacle-framed dark green eyes as he let out an exasperated sigh. The pumpkin-coloured tiger in the passenger seat looked over at the driver with sparking blue eyes and a smirk before twisting around in his seat to address the two rambunctious cubs in the back seat that had vocalized the time-honoured question.
“No, we are not there yet, but Uncle Issac promises to tell you the moment we get near the beach house. Isn’t that right Issac?” The well-built tiger swiveled back around in his chair to give the lion in the driver’s seat another amused smirk.
“Why did you do that, Dusa?” said the lion in an annoyed whisper, tossing his coworker and best friend a sideways glance. “Now they’re gonna be asking me every other minute or so. Is this payback or something? For roping you into that deplorable vendor-client meeting last Friday? Because I already told you, I had no idea the vendor was going to blow the contract like that.”
“No, actually.” The tiger responded with a thoughtful glance and a growing smile. “But now that you mention it…” He suddenly spun around in his seat again to look at the cubs, a wide grin plastered across his face. “Hey boys, once we get there, how about we have Uncle Issac take you down the boardwalk for ice cream?”
At the mention of the creamy dessert, the cub’s eyes lit up like Christmas had come early. The white tiger cub buckled into the rear passenger seat dropped his eyes from his father and made a low “ooohhhh” noise as his eyes glazed over, clearly lost in the thought of a waffle-cone mint chocolate triple-scoop with sprinkles. The younger lion cub, identical in appearance to the larger lion behind the wheel, spoke up from the booster seat into which he was buckled. “Is that true Dad? Are you and Uncle Dusa really going to get us ice cream?”
The older lion shot his striped friend a death stare before finding his cub’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Yes Jamie. I’ll take you down to Petey’s after we unpack, but you’re each getting only one scoop. You got that Duma?”
The smile quickly melted off of the white tiger cub’s face before forming into a disappointed frown. “Yes, Uncle Issac. Only one scoop.” The cub said in a sad monotone, his delight towards impending ice cream crushed by his newly imposed scoop count limitation.
“You’re awful, you know that?” Issac whispered quietly to Dusa. The big orange tiger simply responded with his trademark smirk and resumed staring out the window. Responding only in his head, he thought to himself “You have no idea, bro.”
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\tChapter 2
\tD
The tires of the minivan crunched to a stop on the gravel driveway in front of a quaint beach house. The signature scent of salt water greeted the gang as the doors opened and everyone stepped out. Almost in unison, the group took in a deep breath and let out a long, contented sigh. They looked down the hill next to the cottage to the private section of beach below, sparkling in the bright summer sunlight.
The cottage was a gift; something left to Issac by his grandfather before he passed away. Issac had spent many a summer in this cottage during his youth, and was elated to be able to share the cozy bungalow with his own child.
The serene peace Issac felt as he gazed at the house was quickly shattered by the shout of the cubs from behind as they took off in the opposite direction of the cottage.
“Last one there is a stinky dog!” Jamie yelled, making a beeline for the footpath at the edge of the clearing; Duma hot on his heels.
“OY!” Dusa bellowed at the departing cubs, stopping them in their tracks. “You two get your furry butts back here this instant! No one is going anywhere until the van is completely unpacked, and I mean completely!”
“But daaaaadddd…” Duma said with the trademark whine of a disappointed child before he was cut off by the other adult in the group.
“No one is going anywhere until everything’s inside,” Issac chided, “because not only do I have the money for your little treat, but you two know perfectly well that you don’t leave the cottage without one of us with you. Understood, you two? No exceptions.”
The two cubs’ ears, tails, and arms all drooped in unison as the deflated cubs made the death march back to the van and each grabbed a bag from the trunk.
“Dusa, can you help me with the cooler? With all the soda and food in it, it probably weighs more than both the cubs put together.” Issac said to the tiger still standing on the other side of the minivan.
“Are you ever not going to over-pack for a trip Issac? Last time we went hiking, I could barely lift the backpack.” Dusa quipped as he grabbed one of the massive cooler’s handles.
“I’ll remind you that you said that in a few days when we’re down to a couple of cans of soda and half a pack of hot dogs with your belly rumbling.” The lion ended the sentence with a heavy grunt as the cooler slid off the tailgate and nearly pulled the felines’ arms out of their respective sockets.
“Still,” Dusa replied in between laboured breaths, “I think next time we should ice the sodas after the cooler’s inside.” Too winded to say any more, the adults completed the awkward waddle up to the front door, where the cubs were sitting on top of the backpacks blocking the way.
“Well?!? Don’t just sit there, open the dang door! This thing is heavy!” Issac snapped at the cubs in between heavy breaths.
“Well,” Jamie replied sarcastically, clearly still annoyed about the delay to his ice cream plans, “I’d love to open the door for ya, Dad, but it’s still, ya know, locked.”
The look of annoyance on the lion’s face suddenly became a look of embarrassment as the lion shifted his grip on the cooler and used his free paw to pat down his pockets. After a moment, he stopped and looked back at the minivan with a sheepish face. “Uhh… I knew that. I’ll be right back.” He said as he quickly lowered his end of the massive rectangular box to the ground and dashed back to the open driver’s side door.
The older tiger let out a quiet giggle and put a finger to his lips as he looked down at the cubs, pulled a blue key ring out of his pocket, and stealthily unlocked the door, quietly ushering the kids inside. Checking to make sure Issac was still distracted, he easily hauled the cooler inside himself and left it out of sight in the hallway.
“Dusa…” Issac called out from behind the door of the minivan, “did you see where I put the—” he stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw nothing but an empty front porch and a tiger with a cocky grin standing in the wide-open, recently unlocked front door.
“Sonofa…” Issac muttered under his breath as he marched back to the house in a huff. “You ass. Keep pulling this crap and see if I invite you back next year, you troll.” He whispered in his smirking friend’s ear.
“Jeez Issac, relax a little. We’re on vacation! There’s no cell service here, no internet, and we aren’t due back in civilization for another four days. Loosen up a bit, or you’re gonna be miserable the entire time.” Chided the tiger. “Go ahead and take the kids down to the boardwalk. I’ll get the rest of the stuff. Besides, I really think Jamie would like to spend some time with his Dad. He barely sees you anymore since the merger.”
With a disconsolate sigh, Issac relented and gave his friend a quick hug and a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks, bro. I’m glad I’ve got you as a friend to remind me to come up for air once in a while.”
The two adults shared a meaningful smile before Issac turned to shout down the hall. “Okay boys! Ice cream time! Get–”
Before Issac could finish his sentence, the two cubs had bolted around the corner and attached themselves to each leg, faces looking up at the big lion with wide excited eyes and ear-to-ear grins.
“Okay, you two, let’s go. WALK!” Issac shouted at the cubs as they bolted out the door towards the path at the edge of the clearing. Following behind them at a leisurely pace, he called over his shoulder “Thanks Dusa. We’ll be back in a bit.”
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The trio’s barefooted claws clicked against the wooden boardwalk, the cubs eagerly tugging at their chaperone’s paws to quicken the pace, eager for their frozen treat. Issac strolled along calmly, resisting the cub’s urges to speed up. As soon as the tiny ice cream stall came into view, the cubs took off and sprinted the final distance like a pair of Olympic athletes. “Too bad they don’t serve ice cream at their school.” Issac thought to himself. “If they did, I might actually be able to get Jamie out of bed on school days.”
When Issac finally reached the stall, the cubs’ noses were already pressed up against the cool glass of the ice cream case, trying to decide on a flavour through the condensation their own heavy panting had created.
After several last-minute changes to their flavour selections, debate over what kind of sprinkles to get, and repeated pleadings to upgrade to a chocolate-dipped waffle cone, Issac exchanged a twenty and a thankful smile with the mercifully patient warthog behind the counter. The trio then exited the small shoppe and proceeded further down the sand-covered wooden boardwalk, this time travelling at a much more tranquil pace.
As they strolled down the walkway, Issac gazed out across the serene sparkling blue plane and let out a contented sigh, the boys in front eagerly lapping at their oversized cones, managing to get the sticky drips all over their paws and muzzle. As the cubs gulped down the last of their cones, Issac’s gaze returned to the cubs, the serene look on his face quickly replaced with an exasperated frown.
“Into the bathroom, both of you.” Issac said firmly, his paw pointing to the nearby bathroom signs. “We’re not going another step until you two get cleaned up.” With another round of moans and whines, the cubs plodded off to the bathroom. Issac sighed and leaned back against the railing, expertly polishing off his own small vanilla cone without spilling a drop.
Almost subconsciously, he slipped a paw into his pocket to check his cell phone before remembering that not only was this supposed to be a no-work vacation, but that there was no service around here. With a sigh, he withdrew his paw and told himself to relax for once.
The loud, drawn-out squeak of the heavy bathroom door drew his attention back to the washroom as the cubs emerged, their paws and muzzles now significantly cleaner than they were a couple minutes ago.
The pack continued down to the end of the boardwalk until the distinct sound of a small but well-stocked arcade lured the cubs inside. Once again, the cubs’ eyes glazed over as they took in all the flashy digital entertainment eagerly waiting to gobble up tokens. Before the cubs had a chance to turn around and ask, Issac held out his paws in front of the boys, a ten waving temptingly from each one.
“Make it count, boys.” Issac admonished. “That’s the only arcade money you’re getting all weekend.” The cubs eagerly snatched the bills out of their benefactor’s paws with barely a nod of acknowledgement and disappeared into the relative darkness of the arcade hall.
With an indicative “I’ll-be-right-over-there” nod towards the beach to the portly bear behind the prize counter, Issac strolled the twenty or so feet across the boardwalk and plopped down on the warm sparkling sand, another look of contentment spreading across the lion’s face.
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Duma and Jamie raced over to the nearest token machine; their new fortunes clutched tightly in their paws. After a brief scuffle to decide who would get their tokens first, the cubs scooped up their coins and split up, Jamie towards a motorcycle racing game, and Duma towards a booming machine in the back corner that had caught his eye on the way in.
As the white tiger cub approached the flashy towering machine in the rear of the arcade, the booming noise resolved into some sort of techno he was unfamiliar with, and was able to make out a young blue wolf bouncing around at a feverish pace on the big silver pads in front of the machine.
With a final jump, the wolf pup landed with a thump that perfectly matched the final note of the music. In the sudden silence, Duma could hear the pup panting heavily as he spun back around and eagerly watched the screen, letting out a loud groan when a big green “A” popped up with a loud artificial applause noise, before being replaced with a big red “game over”.
The wolf slinked off the pad and collapsed against the side of the machine, grabbing a half-empty bottle of water out of the small grey backpack next to him and draining it in one gulp before continuing with the heavy panting, his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle.
Intrigued, Duma approached the machine and the pup slouched against it, looking curiously at the strange characters written on the sides of the cabinet.
“You can go next; I need to take a breather.” The wolf pup wheezed as he tried to stand up, ending up in a half-slouch against the cabinet.
As Duma got closer, he realized that the wolf pup wasn’t as young as he thought, probably a little older than the tiger cub himself. The wolf had light sky-blue fur with a white belly and a dark blue stripe that ran from his nose over his head and down to the tip of his tail, almost like a skunk.
The wolf pup didn’t have a shirt, but was wearing blue and white board shorts that poofed out slightly, as if they didn’t quite fit properly. With a start, Duma realized he hadn’t responded to the older pup’s statement yet.
“Um… thanks for offering,” Duma replied in a shy voice, “but I’ve never even seen a game like this before. What am I supposed to do?”
With a grin of an experienced gamer showing a newbie the ropes, the pup straightened up and hopped back up onto the pad and began to explain the basics of the game to the perplexed tiger cub.
Go ahead, give it a try!” The wolf said at the end of his de-facto crash course, pointing to the coin slot on the front.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Duma replied. “I saw what you were doing a minute ago. That doesn’t seem simple to me.”
The wolf replied with a shake of his head. “I was playing on the heavy setting. We can start you out easy. In fact…” the pup stopped and rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out two more tokens, “we can play together; I’ll play normal on this pad, and you can do beginner on that pad. How ‘bout it?”
Without waiting for a reply, the wolf pumped his tokens into the coin slot and grabbed a hold of the tiger’s arm, pulling him up onto the pad. Once Duma had hesitantly popped in two of his own coins, the wolf mashed several of the buttons, zipping through the loud flashy menus.
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Several minutes later, Jamie wandered over and joined the other two after he finished his racing game, mocking Duma for his awkward movements as he attempted to follow the beginner step patterns. Insisting he could do it better, Jamie took a turn on the pad, but his misguided bravado resulted in the same awkward performance, much to his chagrin.
Despite the rough start, after a few pointers from the wolf, both cubs were performing much better by the time their tokens ran out. Despite their pockets being empty, the cubs had enjoyed themselves immensely.
After a very long session at the water fountain at the front of the store, the two cubs and the pup emerged from the dark arcade back into the blinding sunlight, all three still panting heavily.
As Jamie squinted into the sunlight looking for a father-shaped figure in the sand, Duma turned to the wolf pup still standing with the cubs. “You know, I still don’t know your name. I’m Duma. That’s Jamie.” He said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to point at his lion friend, still struggling to glimpse his dad in the blinding sunlight.
“I’m Shino.” The young blue wolf replied. “I live right down the road, so I’m here almost all the time. I don’t think I’ve seen you two here before though. Are you visiting?”
“Yep.” Duma responded. “Jamie’s Dad has a summer house up the beach. I think he’s been here before, but this is my first— Hey Uncle Issac!” Duma stopped mid-sentence to greet the approaching grey lion as he ambled back up onto the boardwalk; Jamie’s frantic waving clearly having caught his father’s attention.
“You boys done already?” Issac said to the cubs. “Let me guess, you two already spent all of your tokens. It looks like you picked up a friend, though.” Issac’s gaze fell upon the newcomer, his eyes lingering on the pup’s unusually puffy board shorts. His puzzled expression was quickly replaced with a surprise as he recognized a tuft of white and purple poking up over the edge of the blue trunks.
How odd. Thought Issac. That pup looks like he’s wearing diapers. He looks to be about Duma’s age too, and Duma was potty trained several years ago. Maybe he has some medical issue or something?
The adult’s thoughts were dragged back to reality as Duma attempted to introduce his new friend. “Oh, this is… uhh… She… Shiro!” The tiger cub exclaimed excitedly.
With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, the wolf pup corrected the tiger cub. “It’s Shino actually, but I’ve heard worse. Whenever someone reads my name, they always try to say ‘Shy-no’ instead of ‘She-no’ like it’s supposed to be.”
“Well,” Issac replied with a chuckle, “I’ll try not to mess it up then.”
His thoughts clearly elsewhere, Jamie piped up and steered the conversation in a different direction. “Hey Dad,” the cub asked, “Are we making burgers for dinner tonight? Or hot dogs maybe?”
The group’s focus shifted from the newcomer as everyone became lost in the thought of a sizzling grill. “Yep.” Replied Issac after a distant moment. “In fact, I’m pretty sure Uncle Dusa is firing up the grill right now. How about we head back to the house and help him get dinner ready?”
“Yay! Dad’s making burgers! I want extra cheese on mine!” Duma exclaimed excitedly. “C’mon! Let’s g—” The cub stopped in mid sentence as he turned back to his newfound friend. “Oh… uh, Uncle Issac? Can Shir— er, Shino, come back with us? I’m sure Dad wouldn’t mind making an extra burger or two.”
Issac thought quietly for a moment before responding. “Well, I don’t mind you bringing your friend home with us, but I’m sure he’s got his own dinner to get home to.”
Shino shook his head. “Actually, my grandparents are out of town for the week; I was just gonna microwave something tonight. If you’re willing to have me, I’d love to tag along. Burgers are my favorite.” The pup licked his lips as he picked his backpack up off the ground and slid it over his shoulders.
“Well then,” Issac announced to the group, “I guess it’ll be five for dinner tonight.” As the trio of youngsters whooped and headed off down the boardwalk back towards the beach house, Issac’s gaze was once again drawn to the padded rump under the wolf pup’s blue striped tail.
Medical or not, he thought with a smirk, that diaper does wonders for that kid’s butt. He’s actually kinda cute; too bad he’s not ours to play with.
I wonder what Dusa will think…
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Dusa sat cross-legged on the stone patio next to the grill, an intense gaze focused on the innocent-looking bag of chunk charcoal and bottle of lighter fluid directly in front of him.
Okay, you two, let’s be honest here. I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. I’m a gas guy, and you two aren’t really my style. But in about twenty minutes I’m going to have two really hungry cubs to feed, so we need to get along just this once, and then we can go back to hating each other. Deal?
As if he had actually received a reply from the two inanimate, flammable objects, he stood up, grabbed the bag, and ripped off the top, dumping half the bag into the ancient faded red kettle grill sitting on the sunken slate stones. He then ripped the red squirt top off the lighter fluid bottle and poured a generous amount of the accelerant over the charred wood.
With a large step back, a pause, and a centering deep breath, he grabbed the long-handled grill lighter and stretched out his arm towards the kettle, his awkward stance akin to someone about to nervously poke a nuclear warhead.
Dusa pulled the trigger of the lighter with a loud click right as the cubs and Issac reached the edge of the clearing, arriving just in time to see a massive fireball erupt from the innocuous-looking grill; the adult tiger frozen in his ninja-like stance, outstretched towards the kettle.
As their eyes followed the fireball and cloud of thick smoke upwards, the distinctive twang of singed fur reached their noses.
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“So Dusa…” Issac said with a smirk, “Are we having eyebrows and tiger arms for dinner, or should we give you some time to get the burgers going?”
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Several more grill incidents, scorched patches of fur, the better half a six-pack, and a couple of severely “flame broiled” patties later, Dusa coaxed the grill into delivering a couple handfuls of perfectly cooked burgers. While the crew chowed down, Dusa spent most of the meal condemning the charcoal monstrosity and extolling the virtues of its clearly superior propane-powered competitor.
By the time the plates were empty and two more six-packs had been consumed by the now heavily inebriated adults, the crew was sprawled across the patio in the various positions familiar to victims of food coma. Gradually, the entire group migrated inside the cabin and made their way to the bedrooms. The three cubs ended up in a furry tangle on top of one of the guest beds, while the two parents slept side-by-side on the large bed in the master bedroom.
In their food- and alcohol-induced stupors, no one objected to the pup joining the other two cubs in the guest room, nor did the intoxicated adults seem to realize that they were tightly snuggled together in the same bed and quite noticeably erect.
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Jamie was the first one to stir the next morning. The lion cub was jolted awake by an overwhelming stench in his nostrils. He squirmed and attempted to roll away from the offending odor, only to find his arms trapped beneath something warm and heavy. With a pained expression, he opened his eyes and was greeted with a haphazard image of purple and white swirls and shapes. A couple of confused blinks later, the bulging rear end of a diaper came into focus, a white and blue-striped tail sticking out of the hole at the top. With a heave, the lion shoved the wolf pup off of his arms and onto Duma, waking them both up in the process.
“Ewwww… Shino smells like poop!” Jamie exclaimed, one paw over his nose, the other pointing at the lumpy yellow and brown tinged diaper on the wolf pup’s rear end. “That’s really gross! What the heck is wrong with you?” He yelled. “Why are you wearing diapers? Why did you poop in my face?!?”
Shino, now completely awake at this point, had turned a bright shade of red and his green eyes were tearing up. “I’m… I’m really sorry!” The pup said between sobs. “I… I have to wear them; I can’t control it otherwise. I didn’t mean to make it stinky, honest!” The sobbing pup struggled to pull on the board shorts that had slid off during the night as he backed into a corner of the room, away from his accuser. “I’m sorry…” he said with a whimper, slumping down the wall.
“Stop it, Jamie!” Exclaimed Duma. “Look at him!” The tiger snarled, pointing at the wolf pup balled up in the corner. “He obviously didn’t mean to! You heard him; he can’t help it! You’d wear diapers too if you couldn’t control when you pooped.” A quiet whine of self-pity emanated from the corner as Duma made his last point. “Besides, you’re younger than I am; you used to wear them not too long ago yourself!”
“Whatever. At least I learned how to use a potty, unlike that loser. Just keep the big baby away from me.” Jamie said in a condescending tone as he stomped out of the room and slammed the door.
Duma stared in shock at the closed door, appalled by the behaviour of his friend. After a few moments, he slowly walked over to the whimpering cub curled up in the corner. “Shino? Shino? Hey… hey, it’s okay; don’t be upset. Jamie… Jamie’s just an ass sometimes.” He pulled the older cub into his arms and gave him a squeeze. “I know it was an accident, it’s not your fault. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
The wolf pup slowly focused his watery eyes on his new friend. “But…” he whined, “But I’m all poopy, and I smell really bad. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“A little.” Duma replied honestly. “But I’ll be okay. Besides, Jamie seems to have forgotten that I knew him back when he was still in diapers too, and he could stink it up a lot worse than this.”
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On the other end of the house, Issac awoke with a long yawn, a different scent filling his nostrils. As he opened his eyes, the heavily musky scent of Dusa’s mane gave the lion an uncomfortable feeling of arousal. Confused, the lion shifted to roll out of bed, but was stopped by a sticky feeling tugging at his loins. With a mortified gasp, he looked down and realized that his sheath was matted with cum and quite securely glued to the fur of Dusa’s butt. With an additional shock of horror, he could feel that the barbed tip of his shaft was still partially inside the orange tiger’s gooey tailhole.
“Oh sh…” the lion whispered to himself in a panic. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Dusa’s gonna kill me when he wakes up. Why the hell did I let myself drink so much?”
As discretely as possible, the lion detangled his manhood from the rear of the slumbering tiger next to him, and slipped out of the bed, his cock still slowly dripping cum onto the carpet next to the bed. “Oh hell.” He whispered. “I must have cummed like crazy. I gotta get to the shower. What the hell am I going to say when he wakes up?”
Dazed and in a panic, Issac creeped out the door and made a dash to the bathroom, not even noticing the drippy trail of cum his still partially erect cock was leaving on the hardwood floor of the hallway.
As he swung the cracked bathroom door wide open, he came face to face with his own son, soaking wet and just as naked as his father.
There was a long, shocked silence as Issac’s eyes locked on his child’s sheath, the tip of his shaft poking out like a tube of lipstick. Meanwhile, Jamie’s eyes were wide open and perfectly level with his father’s glossy, semi-erect manhood, still slick with cum and a slight brown stain from the other adult’s tailhole, the fur surrounding it thick and matted with dried fluids.
Nearly a minute passed in shocked silence before either one made a sound. “…Dad?” Jamie said in quiet awe. “Did… did you… have sex with Uncle Dusa?”
Issac’s mouth opened and closed silently several times before a cracked, high-pitched shriek forced its way out. In a sudden flurry of movement, Issac literally tossed his still-soaked son out the open door, kicked it shut, leaped into the shower, and violently yanked the shower curtain shut, the sound of one of the curtain clips pinging off the wall audible through the door.
Jamie stood in the hallway, mouth open and dripping wet, a bewildered expression still on his face as he stared at the closed door.
After a moment, he realized a sticky dab of goo was stuck to his upper lip and licked it off. Its flavour was bitter and musky and slightly metallic. He had just tasted his father’s cum for the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.
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Dusa awoke with a large yawn and a contented sigh, a quiet squish coming from the bedspread as he rolled into the soggy puddle of cum and fluids below his butt. He rubbed his paw across the similarly soggy cumstain on his right where his cock had been lying a few moments earlier and raised it to his muzzle, lapping the sticky cum off his fingertips.
A smile spread across the orange tiger’s face as he recalled the previous evening, having easily seduced the intoxicated lion into mounting him repeatedly over the course of the night. A perverse joy filled Dusa as he thought about how distraught Issac must have been when he woke up. He knew that the lion rarely remembered his actions after a night of drinking, and that Issac was under the impression that the tiger was an exclusive top.
He’s probably in the shower trying to drown himself out of embarrassment, the tiger thought with a chuckle as he sat up and slid out of the bed, his butt creating a wide smear across the covers. Speaking of which, he thought to himself, looking back at the defiled bedsheets, I could use a shower myself. On the other hand, as long as I don’t drip everywhere, I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a bit.
With another loud yawn, he grabbed a nearby hand towel, wiped his rear a few times, and slid on a pair of shorts. Dusa then balled up the messy bedspread and the now gooey towel, and walked out the door of the bedroom.
As he walked down the empty hallway, he noticed both a trail of little white drops leading from the bedroom to the bathroom, and curiously, a large puddle of water outside the bathroom door, leading to the linen closet and ending with another wet towel.
He wiped up both fluids in the short hallway with the cleaner of the two towels, then walked into the cramped laundry room and shoved the pile of fabrics into the front of the washer. After adding soap and starting the cycle, he walked back out into the hallway and towards the guest room to check on the cubs.
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Duma had retrieved Shino’s backpack from the pile of bags by the door of the guest room, and handed it over to the pup sitting on the end of the bed. The wolf began to rummage through it, pulling out various items as he went. In short order, the foot of the bed became a changing table; a towel from Shino’s backpack was laid out, with a new set of padding, baby powder, a pack of disposable wipes, and a couple of small garbage bags neatly laid out next to it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” The wolf pup asked the tiger cub as he scooted up onto the bed and laid back. “I can get myself cleaned up on my own.”
Duma shrugged as he started to peel back the tapes. “Maybe so, but after what Jamie did, I’m not gonna just walk out on you.”
As Duma peeled back the top of the diaper, the smell intensified somewhat, but was still tolerable. With the wolf’s fuzzy sheath and balls fully exposed, Duma pulled back the diaper further. The offending log remained stuck to the diaper as it was removed, leaving the wolf pup’s rump only slightly soiled.
As Duma was reaching for the wipes, the door swung open with a loud creak, exposing the older tiger standing in the doorway with a confused expression.
“Uhh…” Dusa muttered, “Am I interrupting something?”
“Oh, uh, hi Dad. I was just… uh…” the tiger cub stammered, looking back and forth between the embarrassed pup and his equally confused father. “Shino… needed help… with–”
“With a bit of a stinker, I see.” Dusa concluded, his nose wrinkling as the smell reached him. He shut the door behind him to prevent the smell from spreading into the rest of the house. “Where’d Jamie go?”
The cub wore a look of disappointment as he explained what happened. “Oh Dad, Jamie was completely awful to Shino! He shoved then shouted at him, then stormed out and slammed the door! He probably went outside or something.”
“Why don’t you go see if you can find him? I’ll help Shino finish cleaning up.” The tiger replied, shooing his son out the door. “When you do, let him know he shouldn’t have left the house without telling us.”
“Uh, okay Dad. See you later, Shino.” The cub said to the humiliated pup lying on the end of the bed, his legs still up in the air. He pulled the door shut behind him, leaving just the big orange tiger and the wolf pup in the smelly room.
“So… what’s your story, kid?” Dusa asked as he pulled a wipe out of the pack. “This a medical thing? You seem a little old to not be potty trained.”
The pup gave a small whine before replying meekly. “Yes sir. I can’t really control when I go… never have. I’ve been wearing diapers my whole life. They’ve tried different meds and procedures, but nothing’s ever worked out.”
The tiger let out a low whistle as he rubbed the first wipe across the wolf pup’s rump. “School couldn’t have been easy, then.”
“It was horrible.” Shino replied with a sniffle. “I had to change schools twice before my grandparents decided to do home-schooling.”
“You must have had trouble making friends after that.” Dusa continued, grabbing a second wipe and cleansing the wolf’s tailhole.
“Even some of the tutors over the years have made fun of me for it. And now Jamie hates me too.” The pup whined, rolling over and burying his face in the clean sheets.
With a sympathetic frown, Dusa took a moment to grab the dirty diaper now lying next to the pup, wad it up, and stuff it into the plastic bags before expertly tossing it across the room into the garbage can by the nightstand.
The tiger crawled up onto the bed and rested his head against the sobbing pup’s back.
“I’m sorry kid.” Dusa said softly. “I can only imagine how rough that must have been. And while I’m sure Jamie was upset about the smell, whatever he said to you wasn’t fair. Like you said, it’s not something you have control over.”
As the tiger spoke those last few words, he became strangely aware of the pointed tip of his sheath rubbing through his shorts against the pup’s exposed rump. Apparently, the pup noticed too, since he slowly stopped sobbing and fell still.
A short but heated debate immediately filled the adult’s head, deciding if pursuing his urges was a wise idea with a pup he barely knew. Before either side could win out, the decision was made for him as the now grinning pup began to rub his tailhole over the damp tented tip of the tiger’s shorts.
The astonished tiger couldn’t believe his luck as he quickly resolved the moral argument in his head and whispered in the pup’s ear. “I… uh… are… are you sure you’re okay with this, pup?”
“Definitely, sir.” The pup eagerly replied.
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Dusa’s shorts flew across the guest bedroom, landing in a heap by the door, their owner eager to take advantage of the unexpected, yet welcome situation the young wolf pup had bestowed upon him.
The big orange tiger stood fully naked at the foot of the bed; his shaft already fully exposed from his sheath. In front of him, the little blue wolf was on all fours, his rump in the air. The pup’s diminutive ballsack and modest sheath hung loosely beneath his soft pink tailhole; still glistening from the cleansing wipe it had recently received.
Dusa leaned forward and rubbed his already drippy tip against the cub’s tailhole, his paws gently grasping the wolf’s hips. With a deep breath, the tiger pulled the cub towards him, his drippy shaft sliding easily into the slick rump.
A pair of enthralled moans filled the room, as both canine and feline were engulfed in the overwhelming sensations. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the tiger registered that there had been no whimpers or cries of pain from the wolf; suggesting that this wasn’t the first time he’d had something other than his own logs pass through his pucker.
After only a couple of heated thrusts, the tiger was lying squarely on top of the little pup, pounding hard and deep into the smooth rump. The ferocity and speed with which the feline pumped the wolf’s rear revealed how pent up the tiger was from what had happened earlier that morning, his almost feral intensity belying how long it had been since he had been the one on top.
The pup, on the other hand, was splayed spread-eagled across the bedsheets, his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle and his eyes glazed and unfocused.
Dual puddles formed underneath the pup’s tongue and sheath as he shook with the tiger’s thrusts. With every recoil of the rigid shaft, he could feel the tiger’s sharp barbs dig into his insides, scraping at the flesh of his inner walls.
It wasn’t more than a couple minutes before the tiger’s heavy pants and feral groans grew into a low, guttural growl, his teeth clamping onto the left shoulder of the wolf pup. With a powerful roar, the tiger grabbed the pup’s arms tightly and gave his final trust into the pup, so hard in fact, that the entire bed slid forwards an inch and banged into the wall.
The pup gave a loud yowl of his own as the tiger’s teeth tore into his shoulder, his blue fur quickly becoming streaked with crimson. As the tiger’s shaft throbbed, unloading spurt upon spurt of white cum into the pup’s rear, he collapsed on top of the battered wolf, his heavy panting muffled by the furry flesh clamped in his muzzle.
After several still minutes, the silence broken only by muffled panting and the occasional bodily twitch, the tiger issued a loud groan as he attempted to lift himself off of the wolf pup.
The scene was intense. The pup was spread-eagled across the bed, a large wet spot under his muzzle, his left shoulder a deep shade of crimson. His rump and tailbase looked even worse for wear; dripping, matted, and almost completely covered with a mixture of brown, crimson, and milky white fluids.
The tiger had not fared much better. Sitting sprawled at the end of the bed, his muzzle was stained with the pup’s blood as though he had just finished mauling a carcass, and his belly, crotch, and upper legs were, like the pup, completely covered in the same mix of fluids as the puppy’s abused tailhole. His shaft, barbs flaked with brown and red, was still slowly oozing cum from its tip.
“Oh… oh god.” The tiger whispered breathlessly as panic overtook him. “Oh no… Shino? Shino, are you okay?”
He reached out and grabbed the pup by his good shoulder, rolling his beleaguered victim over. Unexpectedly, the wolf’s drool-covered muzzle was twisted into a euphoric smile, the pup’s eyes slowly coming back into focus.
After a moment, the wolf propped himself up on his elbows and took a good look at the concerned tiger.
An enormous cocky grin formed across his fuzzy blue face and he spoke. “Damn, sir. That was a hell of a ride. I’m gonna have to visit you more often!”
The bloodstained muzzle of the tiger melted into a relieved chuckle as spoke. “You’re a hell of a ride yourself, pup. That didn’t hurt you at all? You’re a complete mess.”
The pup’s gaze passed over his crotch and shoulder before returning to the face of the tiger. “Sir… the first time I was mounted, I was three when my babysitter, an Akita, thought he’d show me why the front of his pants kept getting pointy. A couple years later, it was by a stallion that ran a farm I visited. I was taking two and a half feet of flared horse cock up my tailhole by the time I was five. Trust me sir, you didn’t do anything I couldn’t handle.”
The tiger, simultaneously feeling self-conscious about his size and concerned for the pup’s well-being, shifted a bit and pointed at the fresh diaper and supplies on the floor, knocked off the bed by the frenzied activity. “Is that why you need diapers, pup? Because you got mounted when you were young?”
“Probably. All that pounding at that age certainly messed up my insides somewhat.” The pup replied with a shrug. “But I don’t mind; I love getting mounted. It’s worth having to deal with the padding, even if it means I can’t control when I mess.”
The tiger nodded, now seeing the cub in a new light as he thought about how he would have handled being in a similar situation during his youth.
“Besides,” continued the pup, “I’ve been changing myself for years, so the smell doesn’t bother me anymore. In fact,” The pup said with an embarrassed grin, “I kinda like it now. The mess, I mean.” He subtly licked his lips with a smirk.
Dusa raised a skeptical eyebrow as he absorbed the pup’s last confession. After a short pause, he gave a noncommittal shrug of his own. “Whatever floats your boat, pup.”
The tiger emitted another loud groan as he rolled off the bed for the second time that morning, exposing his previously unseen rump to the wolf.
“Speaking of padding, sir… you may need some yourself.” The pup raised his paw and pointed at the tiger’s rump, where some of the cum from his earlier escapades with the lion had escaped his tailhole and was now dripping down his loosely hanging ballsack.
“I don’t think I’m the only one here that was mounted this morning.” The wolf said with a grin, easily putting two and two together.
The tiger simply gave the pup an embarrassed glance as he picked up his shorts. For a moment, he just stood there, glancing from his shorts to the mess covering his front before throwing them over his shoulder and shuffling over to the door. He cracked the door slowly, peeking out into the empty hallway.
He cautiously opened the door the rest of the way and shuffled, naked and extremely messy, into the hallway. After taking a thorough look around and poking his head into the now empty bathroom and bedroom, he returned to the guest room and picked the pup up in his arms, carrying him into the shower.
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\tChapter 9
\tD
Jamie sat on a large boulder on the secluded beachfront near the cottage, chucking small stones absentmindedly into the diminutive waves. The stormy expression on his face mirrored his state of mind, as he dwelled upon what had transpired in the bedroom that morning. He was upset with Shino for what he had done, but at the same time, felt bad for treating him so poorly.
As he skipped what felt like his hundredth pebble across the surface of the shimmering water, the lion cub heard the shuffling of paws across the sand. He turned to look at the young white tiger approaching him before quickly turning his back against the intrusion.
“What do you want, Duma? Leave me alone.” Jamie said, the sudden irritation in his voice attempting to mask his gloomy demeanor.
“Geez Jamie, give it a rest.” Duma shot back. “It was a messy diaper. Big whoop. It’s not like you weren’t doing the same thing a few years ago. I never yelled at you like that.”
“Yeah, well,” the lion retorted, “I was still little. I’m potty-trained now; I don’t wear diapers anymore! You don’t either, and you’re younger than he is!”
“Did you not hear him back there?” Duma snapped. “Sometimes potty-training doesn’t work for people if they have some kind of problem. It’s not like he wears them because he wants to! It’s not like he went to bed last night thinking ‘hey, I should poop in that loud kid’s face’!”
“Whatever.” Jamie said dismissively. “Normal people don’t poop when they’re sleeping! Normal people don’t wear diapers, unlike that disgusting dog-skunk sissy freak!” The grey lion spat; his earlier guilt now buried underneath undeserved anger towards the striped canine back at the cottage.
Next thing he knew, Jamie found himself tackled by a blur of white fur and claws, tumbling headfirst off the side of the boulder and landing hard on the sand. The little grey lion gasped for air as the older cub flailed at his childhood friend.
Duma’s words were punctuated with each strike to the pinned cub. “YOU… ASS… HOW… DARE… YOU— “
A pair of massive brown paws yanked the two cubs violently off the ground by the scruff of their necks, suspending them each in the air like puppets, just out of arm’s reach of each other. As the cubs twisted around, they face to face with the big grizzly bear that owned the arcade on the far end of the boardwalk. The low growl emanating from his throat mirrored the irate expression on his face.
"You boys mind explaining yourselves?" The bear growled menacingly as he set the cubs back down in the sand. "It's bad enough you're down here without your parents, but fighting? I could ban you two from the boardwalk permanently for that."
Almost in unison, the cubs turned to look at each other in shock before attempting to bail themselves out by tattling on each other. "It wasn't me, honest!" "He started it--" they both pleaded before being cut off in mid sentence by a loud roar.
"I don't care whose fault it was!" Bellowed the grizzly. "You two need to apologize and work this out, or I'll personally make sure that you never get another ice cream or spend another arcade token on this beach again!"
By this point, Issac had wandered down the beach looking for the cubs, and had come into earshot just in time to hear the grizzly's ultimatum to the two young felines. With a groan and an audible facepaw, the lion walked over and announced "Now what did they do? Besides wandering off without any adult supervision whatsoever, that is."
After Issac had been filled in by the shopkeeper, he apologized and thanked the grizzly for handling the situation before grabbing the two cubs by their ears and dragging them off towards the cottage, not allowing them any chance to speak at all.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!" The cubs cried as Issac's paws maintained a death grip on their sensitive ears, but to no avail. Neither his grip, nor their pace let up in the slightest.\f
"I do not want to hear it." Warned the lion. "Your behaviour was appalling, and there is absolutely no reason for you two to be attacking each other. You're both grounded for the rest of the trip. Say one more word, and it'll be until the end of the summer!"
The level of unfairness rankled both the cubs; but without any means of recourse, they quietly accepted their fate and sulked back to the cottage.
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\tChapter 10
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By the time the others had returned to the house, Shino, Dusa, and the multiple sets of previously cum-covered bedsheets had been washed, dried, and in the pup’s case, given fresh padding.
The two were rummaging around in the fridge, Shino in only a diaper, and Dusa in just his shorts, when the door swung open and allowed entry to one livid lion and two crestfallen cubs.
Without a word from Issac, Jamie shuffled dejectedly into the parents’ bedroom, as Duma did the same towards the guest room. A questioningly raised eyebrow from the adult tiger was met with a withering glare from the lion as he jerked his head angrily in the direction of the patio outside.
Soon the house was silent, leaving only a very confused pup in a diaper alone in the center of the house.
D
Out on the patio, Dusa eyed Issac curiously as he turned away from his friend and threw his arms up in exasperation.
“I… I don’t even know what to say! I mean, what could Duma be thinking? According to Bear, he came around the corner and your kid was pile-driving mine into the sand! He wasn’t pulling his punches, either!”
The slack-jawed expression on Dusa’s face fell in sharp contrast with the enraged face of Issac’s. After a moment, Dusa’s jaw shut and his eyebrow shot up.
“Somehow, I doubt Duma would act like that without a hell of a good reason. Before we condemn the rest of this vacation to circling clouds of emotional doom, perhaps we should hear what they each have to say?”
After several seconds and a hard glare, the lion relented. “Fine. But whatever this is, it ends right here, right now.”
D
Before long, the four felines were arranged in the living room, each parent facing their child. The pup was conspicuously absent; having grabbed his things and slipped out the door as soon as he felt the bad vibes from whatever had happened.
After several uncomfortable minutes of silence, Issac began the interrogation.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” He shot at Duma; his tone sharp. “What possible reason could you have had for attacking Jamie the way you did?”
Duma turned to his own father in hopes of clemency. “Dad... I know it was stupid, but the things he was saying… Jamie was being just horrible! He said all sorts of horrible things about Shino.”
In unison, both parents turned to Jamie and shot him a hard glare, waiting for him to elaborate upon the accusations.
“…I was pissed, okay? I was mad at Shino for him being stinky in bed last night. And for wearing those stupid diapers in the first place. Big Baby.” Jamie finished with a huff.
“I believe the words you used were ‘disgusting sissy skunk freak?” Duma sneered.
“That’s NOT… er… exactly what I said…” Jamie trailed off, realizing he was busted.
“Jamie… what— why would you say something like that?” His father said, exasperated. “First off, I can’t even believe how rude you’re being. Second, did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, he really can’t control it?”
“Actually,” Dusa interjected, “I can confirm that. He told me that there were some… incidents when he was a kid that made it so that he’s always gonna have those problems.” Dusa shared a nod with Issac at this, confirming with the other adult the implied meaning of ‘incidents’.
“Therefore, Jamie,” Dusa continued, “regardless of your personal feelings or how offended you felt, your words were uncalled for. Speaking of which…”
Dusa turned to face his own child. “There is absolutely, positively, NEVER, EVER any reason to hit someone. EVER. Is that perfectly clear, Duma?”
The cub turned a vivid shade of crimson under his white fur. “Yes, Dad. I’m sorry.” He turned to Jamie and repeated his apology before dropping his head and staring at the floor.
“Jamie?” Issac prompted. “Your turn.”
“But dad! I didn’t do any—“
“JAMIE!” Issac roared. “Apologize. Now.”
A quiet squeak of a response issued from the defeated cub before he got up and shuffled dejectedly to the bedroom. After an exchanged glance, both adults did the same, heading the down the hallway towards their own room.
Jamie continued to stare blankly at the floor as he heard the far door shut and the still silence of the room take over.\f
\tChapter 11
\tD
The next morning, an awkward silence hung in the air as the four felines barely acknowledged each other over breakfast. Both adults kept opening their muzzles as if to start a conversation, but thought better of it.
D
The previous night, after the cubs had been talked to and the adults were lounging on the bed, the discussion returned to their original intentions for the trip.
“Look,” Issac grumbled, “fight or not, I’ll be damned if I leave here without getting what I came for. Specifically, Jamie’s muzzle around my cock. I’m sure you have similar aims.”
“Well, yes,” Dusa replied sheepishly, “but Shino convinced me to mount him this morning, and that kid is a hell of a ride. Apparently, he can take a stallion no problem. Hell, even I can’t do that.”
“But… why, why would you?” Issac replied confusedly. “I thought you were… that is… you, I mean…” Issac turned around sharply when his friend let out a bemused laugh.
“Are you kidding? I love getting mounted as much as the pup did. I just say I’m a top because I can get more cute subby butts that way!” Dusa snickered.
The lion’s jaw dropped. “Then… last night, I mean… you…?”
“Hell yeah!” Dusa exclaimed. “I convinced you to mount me. You were so drunk; it was a cakewalk.”
The lion reached over and slapped his friend on the arm. Hard. “You ass. I was scared shitless when I woke up this morning.”
“I know! It was hilarious watching you try to sneak into the bathroom. I wiped up the cum you dripped everywhere too, by the way.” The tiger said, enjoying the look of embarrassment on his friend’s face.
“How about I return the favor tonight, Mr. Drippy?” Dusa teased.
Before long, the lights went out, but neither adult was sleeping.
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After breakfast had been finished, Issac eventually broke the ice and discussed heading down to the beach for a picnic. Dusa quickly piped up saying that he wanted Duma to stay and help with running errands. A glance at Issac quickly stifled the oncoming objection and clued the older lion into the adult tiger’s plan.
Keen to avoid being grounded after all, the cubs stayed silent, happy for a chance to escape the house. Before long, the lions were on their way out the door while the tigers busied themselves cleaning up the kitchen.
“Here ya go.” Dusa said, handing Issac a picnic basket. “I packed it myself.” With a wink, the tiger lifted the lid a crack to expose the shiny black tip of a large dildo, a bottle of lube, and a few other ‘supplies’, before closing it again and handing it to the grinning lion.
Holding the basket in such a way as to hide the tenting of his swim trunks, Issac and Jamie headed out the door, the two lions on their way down to the beach.
Meanwhile, Duma and Dusa were making a racket in the kitchen, putting away dishes and tidying up the surprisingly significant mess that had accumulated over the last couple days. By the time they were done, both tigers were sweaty, shirtless, and exhausted, flopping on top of one another on the large red couch on the other side of the kitchen island.
“Whew!” Duma exclaimed. “How did we manage to get the house dirty so quickly, Dad?”
The larger tiger poked playfully at his son’s belly. “Because some of us aren’t very good at cleaning up after themselves!” Dusa taunted, running his paws over his son’s ribs, causing the cub the squirm and giggle loudly.
“Daaaaa—dadddd!” The cub squeaked, futilely attempting to escape the powerful grip of his father. As the tickles continued, the cubs’ shorts began to slide down his legs, exposing the skimpy red underwear the cub had chosen to put on that morning. With a grin, the older tiger decided to ease up and pulled his son in for a tight hug; the orange and white tigers now nose to nose.
“I love you, son.” Dusa said softly. He lowered his paws to Duma’s rump and began to rub softly. The cub, though surprised, mewed softly with pleasure at the gentle caress of his father. Nonetheless, he felt obliged to speak up.
“Uh… Dad? Are you… interested in me?” The cub whispered shyly into his dad’s ear. A response came in the form of a sudden kiss from his father, deep and sensual.
The two tigers shared a wet, long, passionate kiss before their lips parted, both pairs of eyes sparkling and both muzzles wet.
“Yes, son. I love you more than anything in the world, and I’ve been waiting years to share this with you.” Dusa confessed in a whisper, a tear rolling down his cheek as he stared up into the beautiful face of his offspring. He pulled his child into another deep kiss, their hearts and tongues intertwined in intense, untamed romance.\f
\tChapter 12
\tD
The two lions shuffled along the secluded beachfront, their footpaws causing small clouds of the dry, hot sand to rise with each step. Jamie began to hop from paw to paw in an attempt to bear the scorching sand, but his father appeared took no notice as he trudged along towards a portion of the beachfront the cub had never visited.
After wading around the tip of a large rock formation jutting all the way from the cliff face to the water’s edge, Issac plopped down the basket in the shade of a massive thicket of palm trees isolating this little section of the beach.
Jamie immediately went to the water’s edge to cool his paws while the older lion pulled a large beach blanket from the basket and proceeded to set it up close to the water’s edge, securing the corners with nearby stones.
Jamie turned around when he heard his father approaching and looked down at the sand, dreading the inevitable lecture about the fight last night. Instead, he felt something cold snap into place around both his wrists.
In a state of shock and alarm, Jamie realized he had just been handcuffed. Looking up as his father for an explanation, he was greeted with a crazed grin and an evil look in his eye, as well as his father’s bathing suit gone. Instead, a large black cock and sizable furry balls surrounded by a pair of black leather chaps greeted him at eye level.
“You’ve been nothing but trouble this whole trip, ya runt.” Issac growled in a low menacing voice. “Now, you’re gonna get your punishment!”
Frightened of what had come over his father, Jamie backed away quickly only to trip over one of the stones holding the beach blanket in place. Unable to throw out his hands to catch himself, he landed hard on his side, next to a massive black length of rubber roughly the size of the cub’s arm.
Before the cub could process what he was seeing, he felt the large grey paws of his father roughly yank his batching suit off. Ignoring his yelp of confusion, Issac then grabbed him around the middle and sat him up, the large black mass now between the cub’s legs. Pressing against his now exposed sheath, the handcuffs forced the cub to either hold his paws in the air, or rest them on the black monolith in front of him.
Panicked, yet curious, the cub put his hands around the tip of the rubber cock and looked up into his father’s eyes for an explanation.
“Dad?” Jamie whispered confusedly. “What’s going on? Why did you handcuff me? And what is this thing?” The cub asked, nodding towards the phallus between his paws.
“That, son, is a dildo.” The adult said with a crazed grin. “And your punishment. You’re going to sit on it, and keep sitting on it until the whole thing is inside that little rump of yours!”
“What?!?” The cub exclaimed, aghast at what his father was saying. “Why would you—”
The cub’s protests were cut short by his father’s paws forcing his open muzzle down over the massive toy. Almost gagging, Jamie’s head was forced up and down over and over again, the massive tip becoming slick with saliva.
“That’s right, kid, get that cock nice and slick. The better job you do, the easier it’ll fit in your tight little tailhole.”
Jamie whined apprehensively; the sound muffled by the large object in his muzzle. Meanwhile, his father’s cock had grown erect and was nearly touching the cub’s nose, roughly at the same height as the toy he was being forced to swallow.
Suddenly, the pressure holding his head on the toy released, and Jamie gasped as his drooling muzzle popped off the now slick toy. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, the cub was lifted into the air and plopped abruptly onto the tip of the toy.
The shock of the tip forcing its way into the cub’s tiny tailhole without any stretching whatsoever caused a scream to catch in his throat. The big grey paws released him, and his own body weight caused the toy to slide in further. Before another yelp could escape his throat, the big paws once again forced his head down, this time forcing the father’s equally massive cock into his muzzle.
Nearly fainting from the multiple sensations and overwhelming pain bombarding his little system, the cub’s eyes glazed over, barely registering the musky tangy taste of his father’s cock. Every minute movement his body made caused the toy to slide in deeper, a cock-shaped bulge already appearing on the front of his slender body.
Despite his tailhole screaming in agony, the improvised lube had done its job. So far, he had managed to take nearly half the toy without injury, and the pain was slowly giving way to another sensation he had never felt before. The cub couldn’t identify it in his delirious state, but he liked it. Certainly, it was better than the pain.
\tChapter 13
\tD
A small pair of red underwear rested on one of the cushions of the couch, the other two occupied by two tigers, one in the lap of the other. Face to face, the small white tiger cub gazed lovingly into the glasses-framed eyes of larger orange tiger.
Below, two erect shafts rubbed sensually against one another, their sizes differing, but their black colour identical. The larger of the two oozed a noticeable amount of clear liquid from the tip, as one of the adult’s paws massaged the pair of cocks, the other paw holding his son in place.
“Mmm… that feels great, Dad. You seem to be leaking though.” The cub giggled, rubbing the larger tiger’s tip with his paw. The action elicited a similar moan from the father. “Mmm… son, that’ll be the lube for what comes next.”
Duma’s ears perked with interest. “Are you going to mount me, Dad? Please say yes!” The cub pleaded, leaning forward to give his father yet another sensual kiss.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, kid. I’m surprised you’re so eager, though!” Dusa said with a cocky grin.
“Actually, Dad, I’ve always liked seeing your cock when I was younger and we used to take baths together. Ever since I discovered how good it felt when I put my paw in my tailhole, I’ve wanted to feel your cock inside me, too!”
Surprised, though pleased, Dusa chuckled. “I wish you’d asked, son! I’d have been happy to give it to you sooner!”
The larger tiger picked up the smaller tiger by the waist and turned him around, so that the cub’s back was against his belly. Below, the oozing cock throbbed slightly, brushing against the fuzzy balls of his kid.
“Now, you know it’s gonna hurt a little at first, right Duma? Just bear it for a minute, and it’ll feel a lot better.” Dusa said to his cub.
With a gulp and a nervous nod from Duma, Dusa began to lower his cub onto the tip of his throbbing cock. Surprisingly, he felt it slide in easily, as if the cub really had fingered himself repeatedly in the past, loosening up his tailhole.
Soon, the whole shaft had sunk into the cub’s rear, the two orange pairs of ballsacks resting against one another. With nothing but a pleasurable growl from Duma, Dusa quickly began to thrust up repeatedly, one paw guiding his cub as the other gripped the small shaft pleasingly.
D
Meanwhile, the young lion on the beach was slowly becoming accustomed to his submissive new role. His paws cuffed, tailhole filled beyond capacity and belly bulging, he continued to work his muzzle down the shaft of his father, the large paws gripping his fuzzy ears forcefully urging him to go deeper.
His gag reflex all but defeated by the massive toy he was forced to muzzle earlier, the large shaft of his father began to slide deeper into the cub’s throat, causing it to bulge outwards as well.
By this point, the toy had almost completely forced its way inside the little lion, his own body weight preventing it from sliding out at all. The dual bulges were quite a sight for Issac as he began to pant from the muzzlejob.
D
Dusa tossed his head back against the couch, overwhelmed by the sensation of his shaft hilted inside his cub’s tailhole. Duma was clearly also enjoying the experience, the young tiger’s cock thrusting against the paw of his father.
Suddenly, the cub let out a high-pitched whine and began bucking in place, cum shooting forcefully from his little shaft. The seed shot up into the open muzzle of both tigers, as well as onto the glasses of the older one, obscuring his vision as his cub’s tailhole tightened around his own shaft.
Both tigers licked their muzzles blissfully, both enjoying the taste of the cub’s cum for the first time. As one’s panting slowed, the other increased.
D
The older lion began to buck and growl forcefully, the cub’s muzzle around his shaft bringing him to the edge of climax. With a loud roar, the adult went rigid and pushed powerfully down upon the head of his cub, forcing his entire length down the young lion’s throat and the rest of the toy to hilt vehemently into his abused tailhole.
D
The older tiger growled fiercely as the clenching of his cub’s tailhole and the taste of his child’s cum overwhelmed him. He wrapped his arms around his child and squeezed intensely as he thrust into his child one final time.
D
The tiger spurted load after load of seed into his son’s greedy tailhole.
D
The lion spurted load after load of seed down his son’s abused throat.
D
The puppy spurted load after load of seed onto the boulder overlooking the beach.\f
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\tChapter 14
\tD
The young lion lay splayed across the beach towel, immobile due to the cock lodged in his throat, and the massive toy hilted into his tailhole. He could hear nothing over the thundering roar of his own beating heart, and could see nothing through the hazy smog of pain and pleasure that overcame him.
After several minutes, he began to gag as the softened cock deep in his throat slid out with a loud wet pop. Slowly regaining his senses, he groggily looked up to see his father unsteadily making his way to the water’s edge, his dripping black cock visible between his thighs.
After Issac had waded in and washed his now sensitive genitals off in the cool salt water, he returned to the beach blanket and to the sight of his abused immobile son dripping from almost every orifice.
With a quiet chuckle, he crouched behind his son and slowly worked the massive toy out of the little lion’s tailhole. The moment the toy cleared the last ring of flesh, a mix of fluids and waste trickled from the gaping opening.
Carrying both the soiled toy and the near-comatose cub to the waterline, he did his best to rinse off both the toy and the cub’s orifices. The tang of the salt water seemed to revive the cub enough for him to shamble slowly back to the beach towel, though his expression was still absent.
Despite the dip in the water, the cub rump continued to leak onto the sandy beach. Deciding that putting the cub’s bathing suit back on was more trouble than it was worth, he returned all of the remaining items to the basket and began the slow walk back to the house, hoping the leaking would cease by then.
As they rounded the tip of the rock separating the two beaches, Issac was greeted by a strange sight. On a wide outcropping in the rock lay a pristine white and purple diaper, with a fresh gooey pawprint and smiley face drawn on the rock face above it.
After several moments of confusion, Issac chuckled and said a silent thanks to the little blue puppy that must have witnessed the ordeal. Unfolding the padding, he lifted his son onto the outcropping and proceeded to diaper Jamie the same way he did at grocery store changing tables several years earlier.
D
The pair of lions slowly made their way back to the beach house, one in a bathing suit with a distinct wet spot on the front, and the other in nothing but a poofy diaper.
Issac kept opening his muzzle to say something to the abnormally quiet cub, but could not think of an appropriate way to discuss what had just transpired. Luckily, Jamie didn’t seem to be upset or in shock over the ordeal. Finally, shortly before reaching the house, Jamie spoke.
“Dad?” He said in a whisper.
“Yeah, Jamie?” Issac said tentatively, not sure what he was about to hear.
“Can we… can you use actual lube next time we do that?” The cub said with a cocky grin. “That was kinda rough.”
Intensely relieved, Issac let out a thundering laugh followed by a hearty nod. “Of course, kid! Just don’t expect me to be too easy on you next time!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, dad.” Jamie said with a smile. \f
\tChapter 15
\tD
Both tigers started when they heard the clunk of the front door being opened. Awaking from their post-coital slumber, the father and son sat up together, the fur on their faces matted with dried cum. As Dusa removed his glasses to see through the milky white stain on his lens, the drippy exposed genitals of the two on the couch were in full view of the returning lions, who had their own change of outfits on display.
The younger tiger immediately took note of the other cub’s new outfit, or lack thereof.
“Jamie’s wearing one of Shino’s diapers! Did Jamie get mounted too, Uncle Issac?” Duma said with excitement, clearly connecting the exposure of the older lion’s shaft with the lack of Jamie’s bathing suit.
“Uhh, let’s just say that Jamie needed some drip protection.” Issac chuckled, a paw resting upon his son’s shoulder.
“Well,” replied the older tiger, “I’m glad that the provisions I packed were put to good use.”
With a wet slurping noise, Dusa lifted the younger cub off his still erect shaft and placed him on the floor so he could stand up.
Suddenly, the sound of a juicy wet fart emanated through the room like a muffled foghorn, followed by a wet crackling splorch. In unison, every head in the room turned towards the newly diapered cub near the doorway, now crouched down with a distressed look plastered across his face.
The irony of the situation was not lost upon the little white tiger cub. “I guess Shino isn’t the only one around here who’ll be wearing diapers for a while.” He quipped.
Dusa looked at Issac with a smirk as he pondered aloud. “We might have to ask him for a few loaners for the trip home. For that matter, I wonder where he buys them, too.”
As they all shared an exhausted laugh, the group headed towards the shower together, none caring about exposing themselves to the others.
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As the thick steam billowed out the open door, the moans emanating from within signaled that none of the four felines in the modest cottage were eager to begin packing for the trip home.\f
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\tAcknowledgements
\tD
As I sit here, two years after undertaking this project, I have a hard time believing I’ve finally reached the end. This was originally intended to be a two-page smut commission for Duma, but after requesting that various scenes and characters were added in, and my wish to develop a proper story beyond the smut scenes developed, it ballooned into a full-size novella. Despite the constant distractions of daily life, and the nearly debilitating episodes of writers’ block, I could not be more proud of myself for finishing not just a smutty RP session destined to be lost in the dregs of the Fur Affinity servers, but a proper story truly deserving of publishing to the paper medium.
My decision to originally hand-publish this book was mainly driven by my desire to be more than just another story on a website. While self-publishing was a much bigger challenge than I anticipated, I was thrilled that I could physically sign and deliver copies of my hard work to waiting customers. It also sidestepped the nasty issue of piracy and online copyright.
[UPDATE] Over time, interest waned, and despite later offering to privately sell digital copies, I genuinely forgot about this story. After a recent nudge from an excited reader several years later, I made the decision to publicly post this story for all to enjoy. It’s a bit outdated now, but still a fun read even as I edit this updated copy.
If you enjoyed this story, please join me on Twitter or InkBunny (both as ShinoPuppy), as I hope this will be the first of many stories to capture my fellow furries’ imaginations… as well as their desire.
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STRIPES
IN THE
SAND
A story by Shino Digfoot
Commissioned by Duma Alexanders
Cover artwork by Avo Vanguard
Mature Illustrations by Lucas Kale
Story not suitable for readers under 18 or for those that may take offense to mature/adult themes. Please use discretion.
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\fFor Duma, whose gentle encouragement and support helped me overcome a half decade of writer’s block and helped me enjoy writing again.
Thank you for your tremendous patience while I slowly dragged my paws through the creative process.",
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