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You realize you’re talking about the situation where people deal with dirty diapers all the fucking time, right?”\n\n\t“Language, sweetie! But yes…” The voice on the other end buzzed in her ear. “And that’s certainly something you’re used to, isn’t it?”\n\n\tCerise felt her face getting hot. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”\n\n\t“Uh huh… Suuuure, babydoll. Listen, I’ve gotta go, sweetie. Daddy has a performance to put on. See you tonight after your playdate!” \n\n\t“Hey, woah woah woah! I’m being fucking paid to-“ There was a click as the call was terminated. Cerise slid her phone away from her ear, sighing. The white furred rabbit (Cerise insisted she was NOT a bunny) pressed the phone into the pocket of her black leather pants, cringing slightly at the faintest rustling noise she heard as she did so. There were days she envied species without such sensitive hearing as her kind. Pulling a key out of the pocket of her vest, she locked up her motorcycle, the onyx chopper freezing in position as she advanced up the driveway. Her lips pursed as she resisted the urge to light up. Most parents hated the idea of a babysitter who smoked, and Cerise had enough trouble getting a paying gig in the first place. Hefting up the duffle bag of supplies she’d brought with her, she stepped up onto the stoop of the house.\n\n\tReaching the front door, she took a moment to fuss with her appearance: A paw run through her pixie-cut blonde hair, and another brushing her whiskers. Some wrinkles pulled out of the gray tank top she’d tied off just below her breasts. Dust wiped off of the black leather jacket wrapped around her upper body. She was as presentable now as she could be without dressing like some giggly preppy bimbo. It’d have to do. Raising a paw, she knocked on the door, then waited for a few moments, tapping a fuzzy white paw as she waited for anyone to get the door.\n\n\t“Oh! Hello!” The voice carried with it a warmth, a loving sense of nurturing spirit Cerise hadn’t heard in awhile. Not since- Well, that didn’t matter. What greeted her was enough to widen her blue eyes. An enormous bovine woman, a head taller than Cerise at least. Her fur and skin were a bright pastel pink, gleaming in the light like a polished idol or a latex diving suit. “You must be Cerise! Such an ADORABLE little bunny girl simply MUST be! Yes, your father has told me SO much about you, sweetie!” Her tail, pink with a gray tuft of fur at the end of it, whipped behind her as she opened her arms. “I feel like we’re almost family! Come here, let me hug you.”\n\n\tBut what really got Cerise was that her greeter was entirely nude.\n\n\t“F-“ Cerise bit her tongue as the big cow wrapped her arms around the smaller white rabbit. No swearing, she reminded herself. Not tonight. She needed this money for the Skullbangerz concert. No one wanted a babysitter who taught their kids swears. “That’s really not necess-“\n\n\t“Oh foo!” The big cow scoffed as she pressed Cerise in. She felt her leather jacket squeaking against the big woman’s pastel-pink fur. She smelled like rubber and cream and floral perfume. “There’s nothing wrong with a little affection, is there?” Cerise felt her head resting against the cow lady’s enormous bosom, head resting on a breast. Her hostess’ udders pressed against the rabbit’s thighs, as she heard the pink creature let out a loud, happy moo. “You may call me Mama Moomoo, dearie.” as the creature patted Cerise on the back several times. “I’m so glad you’re helping me by babysitting little Varden tonight!” The big pink creature leaned down to plant a gentle smooch upon the bunny’s forehead, tightening her hug.\n\n\tCerise wasn’t on top of her game at the moment. So close to this woman’s milktanks, she felt her body growing warm. A hungry fire kindling between her thighs. If it went on for any longer, she’d need a few minutes in a bathroom alone tonight. So distracted was she that the hare didn’t respond for a few moments. But eventually it sunk in. “Varden?” She lifted her head from the pillowy, rubbery pillows it’d been resting on. “I thought Da-“ She stopped and corrected herself. “-RED said I was watching a girl tonight?”\n\nThe big cow looked down into her eyes. “Oh yes, sweetie. Treat Varden like any other sweet little baby girl you’d take care of.” She squeezed Cerise tight against her, the rabbit gasping as air was pumped out of her lungs by the stronger creature. “But you needn’t worry too much. My little moo is quite obedient and won’t cause you any trouble. Varden is very well behaved!”\n\n\t“Grk!” Cerise winced, her lungs squeezed empty, her body caught between strong arms and soft boobs. Her head spun from the lack of air… Her eyes staring at the half-circle black tattoo along her hostess’s chest.\n\n\tThe bigger woman mooed again. “But really, Red told me you’d be somewhat sympath- wait why aren’t you-“ She paused and frowned. “Oh!” The arms untwined, releasing Cerise from the smothering embrace between the valley of cleavage. “My apologies. Forgot my own strength, sweetie!” The motherly cow put a hand on her hips. “The emergency numbers are on the fridge, and I’ll be out of your hair in just a few moments once I throw something on, Varden’s playing in the nursery, it’s just through the kitchen and across the living room.” She turned away from Cerise, one hooved hand waving the rabbit into the entrance hall. “Now I’ve already prepared a few bottles and a nice homemade meals for the both of you. Just microwave the red tupperware containers in the fridge for a few minutes and you’ll heat up plenty of yummy things!” \n\nMama Moomoo trotted up towards the stairs, before turning to face the rabbit. “Now our nursery is fully stocked with everything you’ll need, but I see you brought some supplies of your own, right?” Her cool blue eyes shifted their gaze down towards the duffle bag slung under Cerise’s right arm.\n\nThe rabbit blushed, looking away from her employer. “Y-yeah, well, you know. Be prepared and all that sh- stuff.” She gave a shrug. “Never know if you’ll need some wipes or a change or whatever.”\n\n“Mmm-HM.” The big cow folded her arms under her tits, and Cerise couldn’t resist watching them bounce a bit, feeling her mouth water a bit. “If you say so, little bunny.” She swayed her hips, smirking. “I won’t pry, I’m late as it is. I need to put some clothes on. Now I’ll be back from the Annual Milkmaids Milking Meetup by ten, but my little Moo should be in bed by nine, understand?”\n\n“Yeah, sure.” Cerise pursed her lips, wishing she could put a cigarette between them. Even if she didn’t light up, it’d have helped relax her body a bit.\n\n“Alright, do you have any questions before I get going, little bun?”\n\nCerise put a hand on her hip. “Yeah, are you some kind of being of made of rubber or latex or something? I mean, Vixen’s Run is a weird town, but that’d be a new one on me.”\n\nMama Moomoo just mooed softly and grinned. “Any questions about the job, sweetie?”’\n\nCerise got the message: She wasn’t getting an answer about that one. “Nah, I think I’m good.” With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she turned to meander towards the kitchen. “I’ll go meet the little rugrat, I suppose.” This fucking town. Just when she thought she’d seen the limits of weirdness, Vixen’s Run surprised her yet again.\n\n“Wait.”\n\nThe rabbit froze in her tracks. Mama Moomoo had turned away from her, that bright pink rump the first thing Cerise saw as she craned her head back to face the passing mother. “What’s up?”\n\n“I know how little boys and girls get sometimes, sweet pea.” The squeaky bovine’s voice was sugar-sweet. And she turned around, a very wide and very smug smile painted across her face as she looked straight into Cerise’s soul. “Not to be pushy, but you shouldn’t be afraid of your own urges. If you want, feel free to use Varden to scratch any itch you’ve got.” She chuckled.\n\n“Trust me, he’d love it.”\n\n————\n\nThe slam of the front door told her her hostess had departed by the time she’d navigated through the kitchen. From what she’d seen already, the house was almost nauseating kitschy: Several scribbled crayon drawings of horned cows in dresses were covering the refrigerator; the entryway had a decorative plow Hitch and cowbell mounted to the wall, and a decorative metal milk jug rested just between the freezer and the kitchen counter. Wrinkling her nose and scowling, she sighed, walking across the living room towards a room marked by a nursery. “Well, at least they’re consistent with a theme. Guess the little one’s gonna be some sweet little-“\n\n“-calf?” \n\nVarden sat on the ground, staring up at Cerise with bright emerald green eyes, two black curling horns poking out of long white hair pulled into two pigtails, each held together with little yellow ducky hairclips. A bright sunny yellow latex onsie was stretched around two broad, slouching shoulders. The fabric tensed and squeaked as he turned his body to stare towards the rabbit, rippling with every tight motion. Cerise saw every motion outlined in the tight material. Along the stomach area were printed little baby chicks: little golden fluffballs popping out of eggshells, splashing in little blue puddles, playing with each other, or just peeping in front of each other. Along the crotch were two buttons sealing a large flap along the bottom of the outfit. As well as more baby chicks printed on the onsie, these ones huddling under umbrellas to avoid big fat raindrops. It was the kind of outfit only a little baby would wear, almost certainly.\n\nBut Varden was a bull.\n\n An enormous gray furred galoot with burly arms both as wide as Cerise’s thighs. Even sitting down, diaper bulge outlined around the crotch of his outfit. He gasped, his snout curled up into a smile as he set down two alphabet blocks he was holding. “Hello? Are you my sitter?” Mooing with a placid smile painted along his face, the bull’s tail whipped behind him, a crinkling noise coming from his backside as it did. “I’m Varden! You’re a really pretty bunny!”\n\nCerise took a step back. “Uh, I…” the Nursery was certainly a sight. A large room of pastel colors, with all the amenities you might expect of a nursery. Just scaled up for someone much larger in size than your typical baby. The rabbit pressed her thighs together, looking at the toys scattered along the floor. “Is… is that a DILDO?” Her eyes were wide.\n\nThe bull reached over to grab a large purple shaft, the size and shape of a stallion’s cock. “This is Mr. Stiffy!” he said, holding it up towards Cerise. “Do you wanna see?”\n\nIt was too much. The blatant scene she was witnessing was too much for Cerise to calmly handle. Had Red sent her here deliberately? Was this meant to be some kind of insult?!? Her foster dad had PROMISED her he’d be sensitive about- “What kind of freak are you?!?” She spat out, snarling.\n\n“I-I…” Varden slung down, frowning, his eyes tearing up. Only a moment too late did Cerise realize her mistake. “WHHHHHAAAAAA!” The bull began to bawl, tears running down around either side of his snout as his hands balled into fists, which went to his eyes to rub at them. \n\nThe rabbit froze, staring down at the sobbing bull. “Oh shi- Shoot. Shoot shoot shoot!” There went her paycheck. “W-woah there, uh, kiddo!” She took a step forward, reaching down to pat his shoulder. Why had she taken this job? Cerise knew she didn’t have a soft spot in her body. Not anymore. She was astronomically bad at a soft, nurturing touch. The kind of touch she was used to was a fist to the gut. Still, she couldn’t just leave it like this. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean it…”\n\nThe bull sobbed, letting out a dejected moo as he shrunk away from her touch. “Y-You hate meeee!” he sniffled and snorted, a blubbering mess of moos and squeaks.\n\n“No, no I don’t!” Cerise looked away, unable to stare Varden in the face. “I just kinda freaked out, alright? It’s my first time babysitting since I was like 10, and I wasn’t expecting-” She stopped herself from finishing that sentence. “-I mean, I think you’re really adorable. I don’t hate you, I promise.” Turning back to stare into his eyes, she flashed him a weak smile.\n\nThe sissy bull sniffled, the flow of tears abating for a moment. “Y-you don’t hate me? But you were really mean...”\n\nCerise sighed, biting her lower lip. She fucking hated her conscious. She really did. “I just- well, I thought this whole thing was meant to insult me because…” she sighed, hooking her thumbs under the top of her pants, sliding the leather pants down. Her undergarments were quite large and puffy; a bright white diaper with little green and orange carrots printed in a pattern all along the crotch and bottom. They crinkled as her little cottontail twitched behind her. Cerise’s face got hot, a blush painted across her face as she looked down at the overgrown calf. “S-so you see, your sitter and you have something in common, huh?”\n\nShe watched as the overgrown calf’s emerald eyes went wide.\n\n--------\n\n“He’s the biggest kitten around! Welcome back to Karis’ Playground!”\n\n\tCerise involuntarily rolled her eyes at the blaring theme music. Varden had insisted on some watching some special cartoons off of a DVD in his nursery. And while it was definitely different than what she’d expected, something about the show rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was just the main character flagrantly parading around as an adult in diapers. Or the sugar-sweet, happy tone. She had a low tolerance for sincere cuteness. At least on television.\n\n\tBut she had a large, gray, horned head resting on her thighs, so she was pretty much stuck watching it. Varden had hugged her for a full three minutes after he learned that his baby sitter was a “big baby” herself. He’d completely forgotten about her language, or at least seemed like he forgave her. And now that she’d gotten a chance to adjust, the little sissy calf was actually kinda nice to take care of. She felt his head resting on her body, gently rubbing back and forth against her diaper as he suckled. Her instructions had been quite explicit: A bottle of cool milk at 4 pm, and dinner at 6:30. She looked down, watching Varden staring at the television screen, his lips bobbing up and down as the milk drained into them. And a faint smile crossed the rabbit’s lips. One of her paws stroked at his cheek as she watched his lips bounce up and down. It was actually kinda nice to have someone to take care of. It felt good to relax and lose herself in the experience of nurturing. She’d forgotten how happy taking care of her little siblings had been. A sort of warm, wet feeling spreading through her-\n\n\tHer eyes went wide.\n\n\t“Oh sh-” She caught herself as Varden’s ears flipped up. “S-shoot.” She was pissing herself. Usually she was good at catching it, but all this stuff with the baby bull had her off her game. Clenching, she tried to hold it in once she realized what had happened. As much as she wanted to rush to a toilet, Varden was JUST starting to settle down. Still, the need to let go was impossible to ignore. For a moment she debated getting up and disturbing the big sissymoo anyway… until he stopped suckling to let out a soft sigh and a gentle burp, smiling up at her and nuzzling her hand before going back to his feeding. That did it. Cerise groaned as she relaxed her body and let a torrent of warm, wet pee wash down along her inner thighs. Her diaper swelled against the big baby bull’s face, but he didn’t seem to notice. 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His old lady had told her to feel free to use him, right. So she’d use him…\n\nAnd so a fun evening began.",
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BOTH of them are awesome people you should go check out. And tell them that they're awesome.
Cerise (The rabbit) is my character, but I'm less awesome and a weirdo so who cares about me.
Anyways, I wrote a story to accompany this piece, but more to make Frozenpawpadz smile. IF you want to read it, here it is:
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Sitting With Sissymoo
A short featuring Frozenpawpadz’ character Varden and Terinas Tiger’s character Cerise
Written by Terinas Tiger
“‘Babysitting isn’t a shitty job’?!? Really, that’s what you’re going with?” Cerise rolled her eyes as she stood outside her client’s house, cellphone in her hand. You realize you’re talking about the situation where people deal with dirty diapers all the fucking time, right?”
\t“Language, sweetie! But yes…” The voice on the other end buzzed in her ear. “And that’s certainly something you’re used to, isn’t it?”
\tCerise felt her face getting hot. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
\t“Uh huh… Suuuure, babydoll. Listen, I’ve gotta go, sweetie. Daddy has a performance to put on. See you tonight after your playdate!”
\t“Hey, woah woah woah! I’m being fucking paid to-“ There was a click as the call was terminated. Cerise slid her phone away from her ear, sighing. The white furred rabbit (Cerise insisted she was NOT a bunny) pressed the phone into the pocket of her black leather pants, cringing slightly at the faintest rustling noise she heard as she did so. There were days she envied species without such sensitive hearing as her kind. Pulling a key out of the pocket of her vest, she locked up her motorcycle, the onyx chopper freezing in position as she advanced up the driveway. Her lips pursed as she resisted the urge to light up. Most parents hated the idea of a babysitter who smoked, and Cerise had enough trouble getting a paying gig in the first place. Hefting up the duffle bag of supplies she’d brought with her, she stepped up onto the stoop of the house.
\tReaching the front door, she took a moment to fuss with her appearance: A paw run through her pixie-cut blonde hair, and another brushing her whiskers. Some wrinkles pulled out of the gray tank top she’d tied off just below her breasts. Dust wiped off of the black leather jacket wrapped around her upper body. She was as presentable now as she could be without dressing like some giggly preppy bimbo. It’d have to do. Raising a paw, she knocked on the door, then waited for a few moments, tapping a fuzzy white paw as she waited for anyone to get the door.
\t“Oh! Hello!” The voice carried with it a warmth, a loving sense of nurturing spirit Cerise hadn’t heard in awhile. Not since- Well, that didn’t matter. What greeted her was enough to widen her blue eyes. An enormous bovine woman, a head taller than Cerise at least. Her fur and skin were a bright pastel pink, gleaming in the light like a polished idol or a latex diving suit. “You must be Cerise! Such an ADORABLE little bunny girl simply MUST be! Yes, your father has told me SO much about you, sweetie!” Her tail, pink with a gray tuft of fur at the end of it, whipped behind her as she opened her arms. “I feel like we’re almost family! Come here, let me hug you.”
\tBut what really got Cerise was that her greeter was entirely nude.
\t“F-“ Cerise bit her tongue as the big cow wrapped her arms around the smaller white rabbit. No swearing, she reminded herself. Not tonight. She needed this money for the Skullbangerz concert. No one wanted a babysitter who taught their kids swears. “That’s really not necess-“
\t“Oh foo!” The big cow scoffed as she pressed Cerise in. She felt her leather jacket squeaking against the big woman’s pastel-pink fur. She smelled like rubber and cream and floral perfume. “There’s nothing wrong with a little affection, is there?” Cerise felt her head resting against the cow lady’s enormous bosom, head resting on a breast. Her hostess’ udders pressed against the rabbit’s thighs, as she heard the pink creature let out a loud, happy moo. “You may call me Mama Moomoo, dearie.” as the creature patted Cerise on the back several times. “I’m so glad you’re helping me by babysitting little Varden tonight!” The big pink creature leaned down to plant a gentle smooch upon the bunny’s forehead, tightening her hug.
\tCerise wasn’t on top of her game at the moment. So close to this woman’s milktanks, she felt her body growing warm. A hungry fire kindling between her thighs. If it went on for any longer, she’d need a few minutes in a bathroom alone tonight. So distracted was she that the hare didn’t respond for a few moments. But eventually it sunk in. “Varden?” She lifted her head from the pillowy, rubbery pillows it’d been resting on. “I thought Da-“ She stopped and corrected herself. “-RED said I was watching a girl tonight?”
The big cow looked down into her eyes. “Oh yes, sweetie. Treat Varden like any other sweet little baby girl you’d take care of.” She squeezed Cerise tight against her, the rabbit gasping as air was pumped out of her lungs by the stronger creature. “But you needn’t worry too much. My little moo is quite obedient and won’t cause you any trouble. Varden is very well behaved!”
\t“Grk!” Cerise winced, her lungs squeezed empty, her body caught between strong arms and soft boobs. Her head spun from the lack of air… Her eyes staring at the half-circle black tattoo along her hostess’s chest.
\tThe bigger woman mooed again. “But really, Red told me you’d be somewhat sympath- wait why aren’t you-“ She paused and frowned. “Oh!” The arms untwined, releasing Cerise from the smothering embrace between the valley of cleavage. “My apologies. Forgot my own strength, sweetie!” The motherly cow put a hand on her hips. “The emergency numbers are on the fridge, and I’ll be out of your hair in just a few moments once I throw something on, Varden’s playing in the nursery, it’s just through the kitchen and across the living room.” She turned away from Cerise, one hooved hand waving the rabbit into the entrance hall. “Now I’ve already prepared a few bottles and a nice homemade meals for the both of you. Just microwave the red tupperware containers in the fridge for a few minutes and you’ll heat up plenty of yummy things!”
Mama Moomoo trotted up towards the stairs, before turning to face the rabbit. “Now our nursery is fully stocked with everything you’ll need, but I see you brought some supplies of your own, right?” Her cool blue eyes shifted their gaze down towards the duffle bag slung under Cerise’s right arm.
The rabbit blushed, looking away from her employer. “Y-yeah, well, you know. Be prepared and all that sh- stuff.” She gave a shrug. “Never know if you’ll need some wipes or a change or whatever.”
“Mmm-HM.” The big cow folded her arms under her tits, and Cerise couldn’t resist watching them bounce a bit, feeling her mouth water a bit. “If you say so, little bunny.” She swayed her hips, smirking. “I won’t pry, I’m late as it is. I need to put some clothes on. Now I’ll be back from the Annual Milkmaids Milking Meetup by ten, but my little Moo should be in bed by nine, understand?”
“Yeah, sure.” Cerise pursed her lips, wishing she could put a cigarette between them. Even if she didn’t light up, it’d have helped relax her body a bit.
“Alright, do you have any questions before I get going, little bun?”
Cerise put a hand on her hip. “Yeah, are you some kind of being of made of rubber or latex or something? I mean, Vixen’s Run is a weird town, but that’d be a new one on me.”
Mama Moomoo just mooed softly and grinned. “Any questions about the job, sweetie?”’
Cerise got the message: She wasn’t getting an answer about that one. “Nah, I think I’m good.” With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she turned to meander towards the kitchen. “I’ll go meet the little rugrat, I suppose.” This fucking town. Just when she thought she’d seen the limits of weirdness, Vixen’s Run surprised her yet again.
“Wait.”
The rabbit froze in her tracks. Mama Moomoo had turned away from her, that bright pink rump the first thing Cerise saw as she craned her head back to face the passing mother. “What’s up?”
“I know how little boys and girls get sometimes, sweet pea.” The squeaky bovine’s voice was sugar-sweet. And she turned around, a very wide and very smug smile painted across her face as she looked straight into Cerise’s soul. “Not to be pushy, but you shouldn’t be afraid of your own urges. If you want, feel free to use Varden to scratch any itch you’ve got.” She chuckled.
“Trust me, he’d love it.”
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The slam of the front door told her her hostess had departed by the time she’d navigated through the kitchen. From what she’d seen already, the house was almost nauseating kitschy: Several scribbled crayon drawings of horned cows in dresses were covering the refrigerator; the entryway had a decorative plow Hitch and cowbell mounted to the wall, and a decorative metal milk jug rested just between the freezer and the kitchen counter. Wrinkling her nose and scowling, she sighed, walking across the living room towards a room marked by a nursery. “Well, at least they’re consistent with a theme. Guess the little one’s gonna be some sweet little-“
“-calf?”
Varden sat on the ground, staring up at Cerise with bright emerald green eyes, two black curling horns poking out of long white hair pulled into two pigtails, each held together with little yellow ducky hairclips. A bright sunny yellow latex onsie was stretched around two broad, slouching shoulders. The fabric tensed and squeaked as he turned his body to stare towards the rabbit, rippling with every tight motion. Cerise saw every motion outlined in the tight material. Along the stomach area were printed little baby chicks: little golden fluffballs popping out of eggshells, splashing in little blue puddles, playing with each other, or just peeping in front of each other. Along the crotch were two buttons sealing a large flap along the bottom of the outfit. As well as more baby chicks printed on the onsie, these ones huddling under umbrellas to avoid big fat raindrops. It was the kind of outfit only a little baby would wear, almost certainly.
But Varden was a bull.
An enormous gray furred galoot with burly arms both as wide as Cerise’s thighs. Even sitting down, diaper bulge outlined around the crotch of his outfit. He gasped, his snout curled up into a smile as he set down two alphabet blocks he was holding. “Hello? Are you my sitter?” Mooing with a placid smile painted along his face, the bull’s tail whipped behind him, a crinkling noise coming from his backside as it did. “I’m Varden! You’re a really pretty bunny!”
Cerise took a step back. “Uh, I…” the Nursery was certainly a sight. A large room of pastel colors, with all the amenities you might expect of a nursery. Just scaled up for someone much larger in size than your typical baby. The rabbit pressed her thighs together, looking at the toys scattered along the floor. “Is… is that a DILDO?” Her eyes were wide.
The bull reached over to grab a large purple shaft, the size and shape of a stallion’s cock. “This is Mr. Stiffy!” he said, holding it up towards Cerise. “Do you wanna see?”
It was too much. The blatant scene she was witnessing was too much for Cerise to calmly handle. Had Red sent her here deliberately? Was this meant to be some kind of insult?!? Her foster dad had PROMISED her he’d be sensitive about- “What kind of freak are you?!?” She spat out, snarling.
“I-I…” Varden slung down, frowning, his eyes tearing up. Only a moment too late did Cerise realize her mistake. “WHHHHHAAAAAA!” The bull began to bawl, tears running down around either side of his snout as his hands balled into fists, which went to his eyes to rub at them.
The rabbit froze, staring down at the sobbing bull. “Oh shi- Shoot. Shoot shoot shoot!” There went her paycheck. “W-woah there, uh, kiddo!” She took a step forward, reaching down to pat his shoulder. Why had she taken this job? Cerise knew she didn’t have a soft spot in her body. Not anymore. She was astronomically bad at a soft, nurturing touch. The kind of touch she was used to was a fist to the gut. Still, she couldn’t just leave it like this. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean it…”
The bull sobbed, letting out a dejected moo as he shrunk away from her touch. “Y-You hate meeee!” he sniffled and snorted, a blubbering mess of moos and squeaks.
“No, no I don’t!” Cerise looked away, unable to stare Varden in the face. “I just kinda freaked out, alright? It’s my first time babysitting since I was like 10, and I wasn’t expecting-” She stopped herself from finishing that sentence. “-I mean, I think you’re really adorable. I don’t hate you, I promise.” Turning back to stare into his eyes, she flashed him a weak smile.
The sissy bull sniffled, the flow of tears abating for a moment. “Y-you don’t hate me? But you were really mean...”
Cerise sighed, biting her lower lip. She fucking hated her conscious. She really did. “I just- well, I thought this whole thing was meant to insult me because…” she sighed, hooking her thumbs under the top of her pants, sliding the leather pants down. Her undergarments were quite large and puffy; a bright white diaper with little green and orange carrots printed in a pattern all along the crotch and bottom. They crinkled as her little cottontail twitched behind her. Cerise’s face got hot, a blush painted across her face as she looked down at the overgrown calf. “S-so you see, your sitter and you have something in common, huh?”
She watched as the overgrown calf’s emerald eyes went wide.
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“He’s the biggest kitten around! Welcome back to Karis’ Playground!”
\tCerise involuntarily rolled her eyes at the blaring theme music. Varden had insisted on some watching some special cartoons off of a DVD in his nursery. And while it was definitely different than what she’d expected, something about the show rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was just the main character flagrantly parading around as an adult in diapers. Or the sugar-sweet, happy tone. She had a low tolerance for sincere cuteness. At least on television.
\tBut she had a large, gray, horned head resting on her thighs, so she was pretty much stuck watching it. Varden had hugged her for a full three minutes after he learned that his baby sitter was a “big baby” herself. He’d completely forgotten about her language, or at least seemed like he forgave her. And now that she’d gotten a chance to adjust, the little sissy calf was actually kinda nice to take care of. She felt his head resting on her body, gently rubbing back and forth against her diaper as he suckled. Her instructions had been quite explicit: A bottle of cool milk at 4 pm, and dinner at 6:30. She looked down, watching Varden staring at the television screen, his lips bobbing up and down as the milk drained into them. And a faint smile crossed the rabbit’s lips. One of her paws stroked at his cheek as she watched his lips bounce up and down. It was actually kinda nice to have someone to take care of. It felt good to relax and lose herself in the experience of nurturing. She’d forgotten how happy taking care of her little siblings had been. A sort of warm, wet feeling spreading through her-
\tHer eyes went wide.
\t“Oh sh-” She caught herself as Varden’s ears flipped up. “S-shoot.” She was pissing herself. Usually she was good at catching it, but all this stuff with the baby bull had her off her game. Clenching, she tried to hold it in once she realized what had happened. As much as she wanted to rush to a toilet, Varden was JUST starting to settle down. Still, the need to let go was impossible to ignore. For a moment she debated getting up and disturbing the big sissymoo anyway… until he stopped suckling to let out a soft sigh and a gentle burp, smiling up at her and nuzzling her hand before going back to his feeding. That did it. Cerise groaned as she relaxed her body and let a torrent of warm, wet pee wash down along her inner thighs. Her diaper swelled against the big baby bull’s face, but he didn’t seem to notice. In fact, Varden just kept suckling, his head gently rubbing back and forth against her wet diaper.
\tAnd her wet diaper began to rub back and forth against her clit. A shiver ran up her spine. “Nnnngf!” Cerise stiffened, her face getting hot. “G-god damn…” She muttered under her breath. The girly bull was getting her off without even realizing it. Every moment of Varden draining his bottle became like an eternity of teasing for the rabbit. Edging her to a brink of orgasm but never quite pushing her over the edge. Cerise felt herself squirming in her diaper, practically melting into the pillowy couch. She couldn’t stand it. Her right leg began to thump against the carpet as the baby bull continued to nurse at her.
And then something snapped.
Cerise was disgusted at herself. She wasn’t this weak. She didn’t let herself fall victim to anything. To anyone. So the little cudmuncher was getting her all pent up? Fuck squirming and whimpering about it! His old lady had told her to feel free to use him, right. So she’d use him…
And so a fun evening began.",
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