"Alright you two, time to get your clothes back on. We're here!", Mr. Stephans said over his shoulder as he pulled into the mall parking lot. Baby New Year and hir big brother Champ pouted a little but did as their dad asked. The pregnant herm pup released hir lips from hir brothers nipple, illiciting a quiet whine from the boy. Mrs. Stephans them fresh diapers from a bag in her lap as both cubs whined, Champ pulling himself off his sister's knotted length. Baby New Year took the nappies as shi and her bro panted, their tongues lolling out the sides of their mouths.											As Mr. Stephans parked as close to the busy mall as he could Baby New Year laid hir big brother back and slid the pretty pink disposable diaper under his cute tush, making sure to give his still hard bits a kiss before taping him up and laying back. Champ giggled as he sat up, giving the pink diaper front a squeeze before proceeding to tie a plain white cloth diaper aroung his sisters groin, and finishing by giving hir noticable bulge a gentle but firm grope.		"Now, now, kids! If we don't get moving we're gonna be late!", Mrs. Stephans said, opening the sliding door of the family minvan. "Late? I thought we were just getting a more diapers and pull-ups?", Champ said as his mother pulled a light blue shirt over his head. "Did we say that?", his dad said, reaching in and lifting both diapered cubs into his arms. Mrs. Stephans walked around behind the family minivan and opened the back, pulling a naked bear cub out of the back by a leash. The boy blinked in the light, his growing member in stark contrast to his dishevelled appearance. The kids faces lit up as they noticed where their father was walking toward, except the bear cub, who knew better than to speak without being told. "COY LEE'S CHEEZEY PETEZY'S!!!", they cried as loud as they could, startling an elderly couple walking nearby. 								The golden retriever family strode across the parking lot, giggling and swapping stories about the last time they went there over a year ago. "-and then we found Rebecca at the bottom of the ballpit!". "-soda came out Samantha's nose!". "-the boy behind the register had the tightest ass of any teenager I've ever met!". "-the dancing robots were so creepy when they turned the lights off!". "-said that the owner was sent to prison...". "-so glad laws have changed since then". "-they can't seem to keep people working the night shift...". "-I can't wait to play on the slide!".									Fianlly the family stepped up to the door, where Mr. Stephans sat the cubs down. Mrs. Stephans held open the door as the kids dashed inside. However once inside, they were met with darkness. Champ froze, slowly moving in front of his sister to protect hir from anything that might be lurking in the dark, "Um... Dad I don't think-". "SURPRISE!!!", a yell erupted from the room as the lights came on. Streamers fell from the ceiling, balloons rose from the floor, confetti fired from cannons, and a banner unfurled over a table full of friends and food. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHAMP!!!", the gathered cubs said, as if reading the banner.		Baby New Year had to catch hir big brother, who nearly fell over from shock. He recovered quickly however, and dashed across the room to embrace his best friend Billy, who like most of the cubs in attendance, only wore a diaper on his lower body. They cuddled against each other long enough for his family to reach the table, when he begrudgingly pulled back, a bulge in both boy's diapers showing how much they would have enjoyed staying wrapped in each others arms. Champ turned to each one of his friends in turn and thanked them for coming, recieving a few hugs, kisses, and gropes in return.				"We rented the whole place out for the afternoon, Champ! So you and your friends have the run of the place!", Mr. Stephans said to his son. "Happy Birthday, honey! Now go have fun while us adults set things up!", Mrs. Stephans said as she pulled at the leash out of the nervous but excited bear cub, letting him know that he was to stay with her. As the cubs ran off to the play area and arcade machines, a preteen koala in a colorful uniform approached Mr. Stephans, "Alright Mr. Stephans? The snacks are all laid as per your oder, the pizzas are in the oven, and the cake is waiting in the freezer for when you want it. Any questions?".											"Yes actually, er...", Mr. Stephans check the boy's name tag and smiled, "Steven, good name lad. Is that your brother playing with the cubs over there?". The golden retriever motioned toward a pale koala toddler who stumbled around with the others, noticably slower, but still enjoying playing with other cubs. Steven, rubbed the back of his neck, "Er, yeah sorry, we don't have the best home situation right now and with his chemo treatments... Sorry, I can keep him in the back with our uncle if you-". "Nonono, lad, nothing like that! In fact I was wondering if he would like to join the party! Champ loves making new friends!". "Oh yes, thank you sir! I'll get another highchair right away!". "Good lad!".			Mr. Stephans gave the pretten a playful swat on the butt as he ran off to the supply closet, before turning back to his wife, "Good thing we brought extra, huh?". The retriever woman smiled as she lifted a buttplug from a sizable pile in front of her, "That was sweet of you dear, poor thing looks like he could use more fun in his life". Steven came back carrying a highchair, which he quickly slid in with tthe other chairs surrounding the table, "There! Anything else you need?".										"Actually, we were wondering what size the little one takes?", Mrs. Stephans asked holding up one of the buttplugs for Steven to see. The preteen blushed, averting his gaze from the woman, only to lock eyes with a bear cub wearing only a collar and leash the woman held. "Er, well... the thing is...", the koala began, not used to such openly sexual people. "Oh, we're sorry, lad. If he's still a virgin we can just-" Mr. Stephans began, worried he might upset the boy.											"Well, no he's not a virgin... It's just that... he's only been with... well... me", Steven said, his cheeks bright red as he admitted to total strangers that he fucked his baby brother. "Great! That means he can at least take your size, then! Right?", Mr. Stephans replied happily. "Well, yeah I guess. I, um, well... it's not like it's tiny or anything... but, you know it's not huge either.. I wouldn't really know how to describe the size tho-", the koala said, only blushing slightly less. Suddenly, Mrs. Stephans stepped forward and placed a paw on the front of his pants, "May I?".										The boy's eyes went wide at her touch, only able to nod as his cheeks burned hot red. Mrs. Stephans handed the bear cub's leash to her husband and knelt down before the preteen koala. She placed one paw on his hip, while the other slowly traced the outline of his zipper. She looked up into the nervous boy's eyes, unfastened the button, and quickly yanked down the zipper, causing the boy to YIP! in surprise. The YIP! echoed through the room, turning the heads of every cub, who smiled and returned to their own yiffy games. All except Steven's little brother, who stopped kissing a slightly disappointed lamb girl and toddled toward his brother.								"Whatcha doin'?", the toddler asked his big brother as Mrs. Stephans fished the preteen's length out of his pants. "Jo Jo... I... OH GAWDS!!!", the lad cried out as the woman dragged her tongue along the under side of his rod. She turned to the toddler and smiled, "Well, Jo Jo, your big brother is just helping us figure what size party favor you get to go home with after the party". The toddler smiled so big when she motioned to the big pile of buttplugs on the table that woman feared his face would tear, "WOW! I always wanted one of those, but big brother said we couldn't afford one cause of the chemo and what we need to save to go to Playla-". "Jo Jo!", Steven cried out nervously as the woman latched onto his member.											"Oh, sorry", Jo Jo said as the woman raised an eyebrow. "We're not supposed to tell anyone about that", he whispered. The woman just shrugged as she once more pulled off the boy, earning a sad whine, "Well anyway, I think I got the size down. But now your poor brother is all hot and bothered! We can't let him go back to work like that, can we?". Jo Jo wore a look of mild shock, "Unh uh! We gotta help or he won't be able to zip up his pants no more!". The woman chuckled, "Well, do you think you could take his rear while I take his front?".											Too excited for words, the toddler came up behind his brother, grabbed hold of his pants pockets, and yanked down hard, nearly falling over as a result. Steven stood there blushing, unable to speak from the embarassment, ever aware his uncle was recording everything through the security cameras. If it weren't for Jo Jo, he would have ran off some time ago. But they needed the money, if they were ever gonna get Jo Jo into Playla-			Steven eyes bulged as not only did the woman return to sucking him off, but his baby brother buried his little muzzle under his tail, greedily lapping at his pucker. The boy's eyes rolled back in his head as Jo Jo's tongue pierced his tailhole, causing his knees to wobble. With missing a beat, Mrs. Stephans garabbed hold of his hips, steadying the lad, as she explored his length with her maw.									Behind the fellating woman, Mr. Stephans fininshed sorting out the party favors, having checked each one based off a list given to him by each of the attending cub's parents and siblings, and one or two from grandparents. Except that little lamb girl, she had handed over her own measurements herself. Odd girl. The dog man put it out of his mind, however, as he placed his paws on his hips proudly. "Welp! Everything's all set, 'cept for Jo Jo, but Deborah's got that covered. Now if only someone could help me with this raging erection", the man said, giving a tug on the leash in his paw.							Back in the manager's office, the koala brothers' uncle sat down to enjoy the show on the security monitors. He felt he could afford a break, seeing as the pizzas were all cooked and waitng in the warmers, the cake was baked and chilling in the fridge, and the soda dispensers were all cleaned and fully loaded. Not bad at all for a two koala operation. And speaking of two koala operations, the man's nephew sure were putting on a quite a show.		Steven twitched and spasmed wildly, having to hold onto Mrs. Stephans head for support. Behind him, Jo Jo was noisily slurping from the preteen's taint to the underside of his stubby tail. That, combined with the attention his moans was drawing from the playing cubs, put the boy over the edge. With a loud yelp, the boy unloaded his balls down the woman's throat, and then half, half leaned on the table to recover.					Jo Jo stepped around his winded brother and spoke to Mrs. Stephans, "Ahh! I wanted some of big brothers milk, too!". The woman smiled and motioned the boy closer, grabbing the toddler and planting a kiss on his young mouth. The boy's mouth opened reflexively, caught off guard, only to recieve a mouthful of his brother's spunk. Jo Jo pulled back, surprised, bur greedily gulped down the coveted liquid.						Beside them, Steven reached down and pulled up his pants, "Well... I, uh... hope you got... what you needed". Mrs. Stephans smiled, licking a little semen from her lips, "Oh yes, I know just what little Jo Jo nee- Gerald!". As she turned to the table, Mrs. Stephans spotted her husband standing over the bear cub. The boy was on his back on the table, rubbing Mr. Stephans' cock with his bare footpaws. The man just smiled coyly, "Well your weren't using him".																									Elsewhere, the cubs were all playing, most having lost their diapers in all the fun. Not that they were worried, Mr. and Mrs. Stephans had brought plenty of spares. Georgie wasn't worried either, as nobody could even tell the monkey boy was naked with his lower half hidden in the ball pit. Emily, a lynx girl, stood in front of him. She was also hiding her nakedness in the ball pit. Both had their paws in the balls betwwen them, holding something just out of sight.											"Ready, Baby New Year?", Emily asked the balls in front of her. Out of the midst of the spheres a small paw rose up, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up, before disappearing below once more. Georgie smiled to his girlfriend as they proceeded to double team the pregnant hermaphradite toddler, eagerly sliding his length into hir tight cunny. At the infant's front end, Emily lined her own cunny up with the pup's cold wet nose.					Georgie thrust forward, burying himself into the pup, and pushing hir face into his girlfriend's cunny. The retriever pup's tongue lashed out, piercing the kitten's mound and exploring her depths with each thrust. The monkey boy leaned back against the side of the pit, easing his pace so the ladies could enjoy themselves. 				Speaking of which, the boy slowing snaked his prehensile tail under himself, until it found Baby New Year's legs. The pup stifled a giggle as the ticklish extremity snaked it's way up hir leg and gently wrapped itself around hir cocklet.  Hir eyes rolled back a little as the soft tail fur firmly carressed hir from tip to knot, always giving the swollen base a gentle squeeze on the way down.											Not to be out done, Baby New Year reached with a paw a held Emily lower lips open. The lynx nearly leapt out of the ball pit as the pup gently started to nibble on her tiny clit, rolling the sensitive nub back and forth with hir undeveloped teeth. This was too much for the kitten, whonearly passed out as she came right in the pup's face, and proceeded to fall back into the plastic embrace of the balls.								Georgie, seeing his girlfriend's face twist with pleasure, decided to stop holding back and started thrusting wildly into the pregnant toddler hidden before him. Many of the other cubs in the immediate vicinity turned to watch the what appeared to be a single cub frantically pawing off in the ball pit. "Wow! I didn't realize Georgie liked balls so much! Nobody tell Emily!".											Fortuantely, the boy was oblivious to all the attention he was getting, his mind swimming in pleasure as he unloaded into Baby New Year's cunny. The boy's tail involuntarily constricted, squeezing the pup's cocklet like a vice.  Luckily, the pup could take it, and, combined with the rush of warm monkey spunk flooding into hir, pushed hir over the edge as well. With a YIP!, the pup joined the monkey in orgasm, painting the balls beneath hir white.		"D-did the balls just yip?".																					"Alright cubs! Time to eat!", Mr. Stephans said, his wife busy spanking the bear cub for daring to please anyone but her. The bear cub cried out in pain, but maintained his rock hard erection throughout. The other cubs came rushing over, most in need of new diapers, while a few seemed to have traded, and one who just needed to take hers off her head. 		"Okay, everyone here? Champ, Rebecca, Joey, Ernie, Melissa, Davie, Georgie, Samantha, Robbie...", Mr. Stephans read off a list as he counted each child, "Emily. Emily? Anyone seen Emily?". "She's still in the ball pit, Mr. Stephans", Georgie said, "Baby New Year made her passout and we couldn't lift her". The man chuckled and strode over to the pit, scooping up the nude kitten in one arm and carrying her over to the table.				"I guess Emily gets the first diaper change", the man said grabbing a disposable from the pile as he sat the kitten on the table, "The rest of you pair up, we'll never get to the cake if I do each of you one-by-one". The cubs obeyed, half clambering onto the table and the other half grabbing fresh diapers from the pile. 							Champ stood in front of his boyfriend Billy's spread legs, the product of a previous orgasm smeared all over his crotch. "Remember to clean each other up first, cubs, Nobody wants to deal with diaper rash", Champ's dad said, burying his maw in the unconscious kitten's cunny. The other cubs followed suit, burying their faces in each other crotches, and happily lapping up spunk and cunny juices.								"Go on, Champ, clean your baby!", Billy said, playfully kicking his short legs in the air. "Baby better behave or he'll get a spanking!", Champ said, grabbing the little meerkat's flailing legs and spreading them. "You promise?", the meerkat said, smirking. The boy EEP!ed as Champ lifted his legs and swatted his bubble butt, before sliding the new diaper in place under him.												Champ sat Billy's butt back down on the disposable garment and once more spread his legs, this time lowering his face to the meerkat's bits. He started lapping away at the spunk covering his boyfriend, finding the salty flavor familiar, "You were playing with Davie weren't you!". The meerkat crossed his arms in a mock huff, "Yeah well, I would have played with you if you hadn't mounted my sister the moment she came down the slide!".			Beside them, Billy's sister chimed in as a fluffy alpaca girl cleaned Champ's mess out of her tailhole, "Oh, like you wouldn't have mounted his sister if Georgie and Emily hadn't grabbed hir first". "Yeah, I saw the way you were eyeballing my diaper when we walked in!", Baby New Year chimed in from the other side of the boys. They turned to see hir bury hir face into the butt of a quivering penquin boy, loudly slurping out all the wolf spunk hir tongue could reach.											The boys turned back to face each other and shrugged, Champ returning to licking antelope juice off his boyfriend's bits. "Oh, looks like Davie got some spunk in your sheathe...", the boy pup said. "Well it did get kinda messy when he shoved his monster in ther-ooOOHHH!", the meerkat said as his boyfriend caught the edge of his sheathe with his teeth and gently tuged it down, releasing some of the spunk trapped within.				Champ brought a finger up to hold the sheathe down, freeing his mouth so his tongue could probe the depths of his boyfriend's sheathe. "Oh gawds, Champ! I- I'm gonna- gonna-", the meerkat boy yelped, his eyes rolling back. Suddenly, the boy's sister rolled over and clamped her mouth onto the tip of his cocklet, just in time to recieve a mouthful of incestuous spunk. The boy held her head there, as Champ finished cleaning him, just in case he fired off again.											Finally, Champ finished cleaning his boyfriend, with only two more loads shot into his sister's waiting mouth. She pulled back as Champ did, her cheeks bloated with unswallowed brother juice. "Thanks for the save, Sis. I just can't help myself when Champ-", the boy began, but was cut-off when his sister plant a kiss on his lips, and forced all his jizz into his own mouth. The boy flailed wildly, but the girl refused to budge until he swallowed. "You're welcome, little brother", she said rolling off the table to switch places with the fluffy alpaca girl.													Champ just smiled and proceeded to tape up his boyfriend's diaper, making sure to give the lavender material a firm squeeze. Satisfied with his work, the boy pup helped his friend down, then proceeded to clamber up onto the table himself, ready for his turn at being 'cleaned'. Beside them, Baby New Year relaxed on the table, the penquin boy cleaning hir having to take longer because of his smaller tongue. He was enthusiastic, though, as he lapped up beakfuls of monkey splooge from as deep in hir cunny as he could reach.			Up and down the table, the cubs worked on cleaning and diapering one another. Even little Emily helped out, joining a little lion boy in cleaning Georgie after she woke up. All except Jo Jo, who followed his big brother into the back of the resturant. "Alright, Jo Jo, me and uncle Mitchell will handle the food, you just get ready to throw the switch for the animatronics when I call, okay?", Steven said to the excited toddler.					"Okay, big brother. Then I stay back here and eat with you and uncle Mitchell, right?", Jo Jo said, a look of defeated pleading in his eyes. He was used to the customers not wanting him around while they ate, his thin body and a pale fur upsetting most people who came in. Despite this, the cub never gave up hope. Today that hope was rewarded, "No today, buddy! Champ parents told me they wanted you to join the party! They even had me set your high chair up right next to Baby New Year's!".								The toddler nearly fell over from excitement. He'd been given party favors before, most parents came with extras that they didn't want to have to lug home, but to actually let him join the party itself was rare. In fact the only time he could remember being a participant was when the whole cub's cancer ward from the local hospital had recieved a free party through a charity. But a party he wasn't already part of, that was special. Steven just smiled as Jo Jo ran off to tell their uncle the good news. The preteen instead pulled a tray cart around and began loading up pizzas from the warming racks.							Once the pizzas were all on board, the koala boy pushed them out the door, givng a thumbs up to a camera on the way. The swinging doors burst open as he strode through, the cart making a bit of a racket as it cleared the opening. The party goers were distracted, however, as the lights dimmed and a curtain rose at on end of the room. From the table, the freshly diapered cubs watched in awe as animatronic cartoon furs started to sing and dance.		On one end, a skinny mole blew moved it's mechanical arm up in down over the face of a stringless acoustic guitar. On ther other end, a broad pig raised a shiny fiberglass saxaphone to his metal lips. In the back, a large panda sat behind a drum set, his paws repeatedly raising and lowering a pair of sticks over the same two plastic drums. And at the front, on a piece of styrofoam painted to look like a tree stump sat a mechanized mockup of the franchises founder, Coy Lee.									The chubby animatronic hedgehog sat there smiling, a plastic microphone in his paw. His head would move from right to left, the arm holding the fake microphone following it all the way, intent on sticking to the illusion of reality, no matter how poor. Out of the speakers on either side of the mechanical band came a song for the party goers, distracting them as Steven laid out the pizzas every few feet on the table. The cubs sang along as the repititive song repeated the chorus for the third time, Mr. amd Mrs. Stephans using the distraction to add the appropriate buttplugs to the gift baskets on the backs of each cubs' chairs.			In the dim light, Jo Jo scampered out of the back, his brother lifting him into his high chair next to Baby New Year. The retriever pup, taking more interest in the boy then the creepy animatronics, immediately started a whispered conversation with him. The boy seemed overjoyed to get so much attention. Steven gave his brother's headfur a gentle ruffle before heading back into the kitchen, to make sure the cake was ready.				After what felt like an uncomfortable amount of time to the adults, who were definitely more bothered by the animatronics than the cubs, the music stopped. The lights came back up, and the curtain closed, much to the relief of the adults and Baby New Year. Champ, who was sitting at the head of the table, was slightly startled when something passed over his head. On either side of him, his parents lowered a cake onto the table.		Eight brightly burning candles illuminated the moist confectionary beneath. Once more the lights dimmed, with the cake and birthday now the focus. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY. CHAMP!", the assembled cubs cried out. "Blow out the candles and make a wish!", Mrs. Stephans said. "A big wish!", Baby New Year said to hir brother, winking. Champ's eyes widened, as he realized his magical sister told him to make a wish.					Champ stared at the assembled cubs for a moment, smiling. He was so happy to have so many friends. Friends, a boyfriend, even his sister was here. Except. His boyfriend lived all the way across town. It was hard to see him outside of school. And Rebecca was going to die at the end of the year, to make way for the baby in hir belly. If only he could... THAT'S IT! The boy pulled back and inhaled deeply, before blowing out the eight candles with all his might.														Afterward, Baby New Year stepped away from the group of eating cubs. Shi wandered into the back of the restaraunt and knocked on the managers door. "Ack, er, uh, hello?", a slightly nervous, out of shape koala man answered, cracking the door open. "Mister Mitchell, I just wanted to give you this", the pup said, handing a sealed letter to the man. He took the letter and starred at it, noting the recipiant was some guy named Varkin.				"Your nephew let slip that he and Steven were trying to get in to Playland and I thought that might help". The man just stared at the envelope, a bit dumbstruck, "I don't know what to say. Thank you, this means so much". The pup just smiled, shrugging, "Don't sweat it, the head honcho owes me a favor I've been hanging onto for awhile".			"Thank you, I'll let the boys know after they come out of the restroom", the man said, as a feed of said room played behind him. "Actually, I thought it would be best not to tell them. Jo Jo seemed to feel his brother had been working very hard to get them in, maybe let them feel it payed off instead of some stranger taking pity, yeah?", shi asked, quite aware of the boy's activities. The man paused for a moment, then smiled, "Deal!".