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I needed a quick refresher from my comms, and luckily, my friend :iconvizlottz: gave me a wonderful one. Enjoy this quick story I knocked out in an hour or so, while I myself was intoxicated with coffee spiked with Fireball. It was a rough day, ok? Sometimes you gotta treat yourself. Thank you to my wonderful editor :iconassgoredreemurr: for making sense of the nonsense that was on the page.

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

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Bowls turned upside down, pools of some unknown substance all over the makeshift kitchen table, which was actually the bar seating area, and the cat was trying its best to clean up the bits that were starting to drip onto the floor. “What happened here?”\n\n“I found a cool recipe on YouTube. I had to try it.” \n\nSilver placed thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose and let out another sigh. “Henry, did you go to work today?”\n\n“No, I didn’t feel so good.” Funny, he seemed ok now. Whenever he said that, it was related to some mental health thing; just the smallest little bit of bad news could start sending him downhill, and he took lots of days off because of it, leaving Silver to pick up the slack, despite working long hours to make ends meet. “But while I was in bed, I was watching Tidied and they were making these amazing cookies, and-”\n\n“Are you gonna clean up afterwards?” Silver interrupted, not wanting to hear it. Whenever he watched those British guys, he wanted to recreate whatever they made, even that weird Paella Burrito thing. Silver started making some coffee. “Look, I have two days off and I’m behind on some homework. Can you please leave me alone unless it’s important?” He popped a pod into the coffee maker and set it to max strength.\n\n“Ok, asshole,” Henry glowered. “I was gonna give you some of these Brown Butter Sea Salt cookies, but a Grumpy Gus like you isn’t gonna get any.” He crossed his arms, as if the threat of no baked goods – which wouldn’t turn out right, likely burnt to a crisp – would be a good threat. Silver turned and gave him a look that said, ‘Do I look like I care?’ and continued searching for his shot-sized bottles of Whiskey. “Ok, I see you’re not in the mood.”\n\n“I can catch up on all my homework for the semester if I take these next two days,” Silver explained as he pulled the mug away from the coffee maker. “Just let me be and I’ll get this shit done.”\n\n“Are you sure?”\n\nSilver gave yet another look that said more than any number of words could. \n\n“Ok, ok, jeez.”\n\nSilver grunted as he added the whiskey to his black coffee. “A farmer came in and assumed I didn’t know what Glyphosate was because I looked like ‘a gay little queer.’ When I told him I worked there for 5 years, and in fact knew more about weed killer than he did, he spilled the bottle of concentrate on me.” He turned, taking the coffee with him. The learning modules weren’t gonna complete themselves. \n\nClosing the door behind him, he sat at his desk and started up his computer, stripping his clothes off. His white fur smelled very faintly of glyphosate, a potent and potentially dangerous weed killer, but only if ingested. He started the computer, regretting that he chose a Liberal Arts major like Psychology. “Almost there. Almost there.” He took a sip of his spiked coffee, the potent additive instantly awakening him. “Just 50 modules to watch, read, or write shit for. I can do that.”\n\n[center]\n________________________________________[/center]\n\n\nHours passed, and progress was surprisingly being made. Two papers later, 10 boring lecture watch-throughs later, obviously not 100% focused on, and three mugs of coffee later, it was unfortunately getting difficult to focus. Silver sat there, his eyelids feeling heavier by the second, his head bending to gravity. “BUH!” He would shout as he snapped back to reality.\n\nWhat woke him this time was a sudden and dire urge to relieve himself. However, he was mid-paper, even if falling asleep, and was already mid-deconstruction of how utterly STUPID the phrase “How does that make you feel” really is, and didn’t want to stop! Sure, the whiskey partially fueled it, and he would see what he had written in the morning and regret it, but that would be a problem for future Silver. Present Silver, meanwhile, was having a blast thinking of all the bullet points from peer-reviewed papers that didn’t exist.\n[i]\nDude, that question, right? 'How does that make you feel?' It's like the ultimate therapist move! It's all about, like, connecting with someone on that deep level. You know, like when you're all stretchy from the slime and you're just vibin'' with another slime buddy and you're like, 'Whoa, what's up with these feels, bro?' But you gotta be all, 'I'm listening, man. Tell me your slimy secrets!' It's like the psych 101 of psych talk. But it’s DUMB![/i]\n\nThe pains in his abdomen drew him from focus. “No, I’m gonna finish this. I’m so close.” He took another pull at his spiked coffee. He could hold it.\n\nThe door opened behind him, and Henry poked his head in. The room smelled of sweat. From behind the chair, he couldn’t tell that Silver was naked. Rather than announce his presence, he figured he should just invite himself in and wait for Silver to notice. The carpet masked his approach, a plate of cookies in his hand. Surprisingly, they didn’t burn, and looked passable. \n\nHenry reached the desk but screamed as he did. “GAH!” The plate fell out of his hand, the cookies flying through the air. Not only was Silver [i]naked[/i], but he was totally hard! His seven-inch cock was twitching and begging for attention.\n\nSilver screamed, his head darting back and forth to locate the noise. \n\nWhat the two heard was not expected.\n\n[i]SPKRLBLRTCHCK[/i]\n\nA distinct smell cut through the sweet odor of freshly baked cookies that wafted through as Henry entered. A foul stank that pierced Henry’s nose faster than he had time to react. He was so distracted by Silver’s cock that it hit him like a train. “Oh…. oh god!” He covered his beak. “Silver, did you…” The dripping brown liquid, spilling from the chair, answered his question. “OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Silver!”\n\n“What?” Silver asked dumbly, intoxicated beyond belief. He looked over the edge of the chair, where Henry was staring. “Oh, lookit that.” Silver pushed the chair away from the desk, nearly falling backwards, and stood. “Hang on, I’ve got this.” He lumbered over to the closet, which he always made sure was closed. Rarely did Henry see what was inside, as Silver was so secretive about it. Scat dripped from his rear as he bent over and dug through a plastic bag, pulling something crinkly and white. “Here.” Silver tossed it to Henry. Whatever it was, it unfolded in mid-air and flew far to the left, making Henry use his old baseball skills to catch it. \n\nThe bird looked it over, curious as to what could have come from his closet. What was so secret that he kept it hidden from himself. “Is this a,” Henry started to ask before a second one hit him in the face. \n\n“AAAAAAND one for you.”\n\n“For me?” It looked like a diaper. But there was no way Silver was into this sort of thing. He was too reserved and upright. \n\n“Help me,” Silver said plainly. “I’m too frunk.” He started stumbling out of his room and out to the bathroom. A trail followed him. Henry wasn’t gonna clean that up. Luckily, he didn’t have to clean Silver, because by the time he had made it to the bathroom, Silver was in the shower, spraying himself off. \n\nDespite his intoxication, the instructions were rather clear. Henry wished he didn’t have to see that much of Silver to do it, though. As he got up to leave, Silver called him back. \n\n“What about you?” He held the diaper that Henry had brought with him, but had hoped to leave in the bathroom. “‘Mere.” He gestured provocatively. Henry didn’t want to obey. He took a step back, thinking this wouldn’t end well. Silver suddenly sprang from the ground, pinning Henry to the ground. Positioning himself so his diapered rear was over Henry’s face, he awkwardly tried to dress the bird in the diaper. \n\nAgainst all of Henry’s fight or flight responses, he stopped resisting. [i]This will only end in someone getting hurt if I don’t let him do it.[/i] Off went the bird’s shorts and underwear. Silver didn’t focus on his microdick, luckily, only caring to return the favor. Henry obeyed every command, raising his rear when asked, even helping adjust the alignment of the diaper to prevent it from going on his body at a weird angle. \n\nAs the two of them stood, Silver returned to his office. Henry, though. He looked down at himself. The pure white diaper fit on his body nice and snug. It felt soft and inviting. “You know, maybe this won’t be so bad.”\n\n[center]\n________________________________________[/center]\n\n\nThe next morning, Silver awoke to a foul smell in his office. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He shouted, running out of the door and into the kitchen. Henry was in the living room on the PS5. “Henry, what happened last night?!” He suddenly realized that something key was wrong. Henry was wearing one of his diapers. He looked down. 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Crappy Cram Session


The door to the apartment burst open. Silver, the silver hedgehog, no relation to THE Silver the Hedgehog, stormed inside. Ripping his camo work hat from his minimum wage farm supply store, he sighed and threw it onto the coat rack.

“Rough day?” His avian roommate Henry asked, peeking from the kitchen just down the hall. His orange feathers were caked with batter. A smile sat on his face, blissfully unaware of just how awful Silver’s day was.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” the hedgehog said plainly. He kicked off his glistening work boots, a chemical smell lingering in the entryway. Despite what he had said, he started explaining what had happened. “So this absolute jackass comes in, you know the usual type I bitch about.” He stopped, seeing the kitchen a total mess. Bowls turned upside down, pools of some unknown substance all over the makeshift kitchen table, which was actually the bar seating area, and the cat was trying its best to clean up the bits that were starting to drip onto the floor. “What happened here?”

“I found a cool recipe on YouTube. I had to try it.”

Silver placed thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose and let out another sigh. “Henry, did you go to work today?”

“No, I didn’t feel so good.” Funny, he seemed ok now. Whenever he said that, it was related to some mental health thing; just the smallest little bit of bad news could start sending him downhill, and he took lots of days off because of it, leaving Silver to pick up the slack, despite working long hours to make ends meet. “But while I was in bed, I was watching Tidied and they were making these amazing cookies, and-”

“Are you gonna clean up afterwards?” Silver interrupted, not wanting to hear it. Whenever he watched those British guys, he wanted to recreate whatever they made, even that weird Paella Burrito thing. Silver started making some coffee. “Look, I have two days off and I’m behind on some homework. Can you please leave me alone unless it’s important?” He popped a pod into the coffee maker and set it to max strength.

“Ok, asshole,” Henry glowered. “I was gonna give you some of these Brown Butter Sea Salt cookies, but a Grumpy Gus like you isn’t gonna get any.” He crossed his arms, as if the threat of no baked goods – which wouldn’t turn out right, likely burnt to a crisp – would be a good threat. Silver turned and gave him a look that said, ‘Do I look like I care?’ and continued searching for his shot-sized bottles of Whiskey. “Ok, I see you’re not in the mood.”

“I can catch up on all my homework for the semester if I take these next two days,” Silver explained as he pulled the mug away from the coffee maker. “Just let me be and I’ll get this shit done.”

“Are you sure?”

Silver gave yet another look that said more than any number of words could.

“Ok, ok, jeez.”

Silver grunted as he added the whiskey to his black coffee. “A farmer came in and assumed I didn’t know what Glyphosate was because I looked like ‘a gay little queer.’ When I told him I worked there for 5 years, and in fact knew more about weed killer than he did, he spilled the bottle of concentrate on me.” He turned, taking the coffee with him. The learning modules weren’t gonna complete themselves.

Closing the door behind him, he sat at his desk and started up his computer, stripping his clothes off. His white fur smelled very faintly of glyphosate, a potent and potentially dangerous weed killer, but only if ingested. He started the computer, regretting that he chose a Liberal Arts major like Psychology. “Almost there. Almost there.” He took a sip of his spiked coffee, the potent additive instantly awakening him. “Just 50 modules to watch, read, or write shit for. I can do that.”


________________________________________



Hours passed, and progress was surprisingly being made. Two papers later, 10 boring lecture watch-throughs later, obviously not 100% focused on, and three mugs of coffee later, it was unfortunately getting difficult to focus. Silver sat there, his eyelids feeling heavier by the second, his head bending to gravity. “BUH!” He would shout as he snapped back to reality.

What woke him this time was a sudden and dire urge to relieve himself. However, he was mid-paper, even if falling asleep, and was already mid-deconstruction of how utterly STUPID the phrase “How does that make you feel” really is, and didn’t want to stop! Sure, the whiskey partially fueled it, and he would see what he had written in the morning and regret it, but that would be a problem for future Silver. Present Silver, meanwhile, was having a blast thinking of all the bullet points from peer-reviewed papers that didn’t exist.

Dude, that question, right? 'How does that make you feel?' It's like the ultimate therapist move! It's all about, like, connecting with someone on that deep level. You know, like when you're all stretchy from the slime and you're just vibin'' with another slime buddy and you're like, 'Whoa, what's up with these feels, bro?' But you gotta be all, 'I'm listening, man. Tell me your slimy secrets!' It's like the psych 101 of psych talk. But it’s DUMB!

The pains in his abdomen drew him from focus. “No, I’m gonna finish this. I’m so close.” He took another pull at his spiked coffee. He could hold it.

The door opened behind him, and Henry poked his head in. The room smelled of sweat. From behind the chair, he couldn’t tell that Silver was naked. Rather than announce his presence, he figured he should just invite himself in and wait for Silver to notice. The carpet masked his approach, a plate of cookies in his hand. Surprisingly, they didn’t burn, and looked passable.

Henry reached the desk but screamed as he did. “GAH!” The plate fell out of his hand, the cookies flying through the air. Not only was Silver naked, but he was totally hard! His seven-inch cock was twitching and begging for attention.

Silver screamed, his head darting back and forth to locate the noise.

What the two heard was not expected.

SPKRLBLRTCHCK

A distinct smell cut through the sweet odor of freshly baked cookies that wafted through as Henry entered. A foul stank that pierced Henry’s nose faster than he had time to react. He was so distracted by Silver’s cock that it hit him like a train. “Oh…. oh god!” He covered his beak. “Silver, did you…” The dripping brown liquid, spilling from the chair, answered his question. “OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Silver!”

“What?” Silver asked dumbly, intoxicated beyond belief. He looked over the edge of the chair, where Henry was staring. “Oh, lookit that.” Silver pushed the chair away from the desk, nearly falling backwards, and stood. “Hang on, I’ve got this.” He lumbered over to the closet, which he always made sure was closed. Rarely did Henry see what was inside, as Silver was so secretive about it. Scat dripped from his rear as he bent over and dug through a plastic bag, pulling something crinkly and white. “Here.” Silver tossed it to Henry. Whatever it was, it unfolded in mid-air and flew far to the left, making Henry use his old baseball skills to catch it.

The bird looked it over, curious as to what could have come from his closet. What was so secret that he kept it hidden from himself. “Is this a,” Henry started to ask before a second one hit him in the face.

“AAAAAAND one for you.”

“For me?” It looked like a diaper. But there was no way Silver was into this sort of thing. He was too reserved and upright.

“Help me,” Silver said plainly. “I’m too frunk.” He started stumbling out of his room and out to the bathroom. A trail followed him. Henry wasn’t gonna clean that up. Luckily, he didn’t have to clean Silver, because by the time he had made it to the bathroom, Silver was in the shower, spraying himself off.

Despite his intoxication, the instructions were rather clear. Henry wished he didn’t have to see that much of Silver to do it, though. As he got up to leave, Silver called him back.

“What about you?” He held the diaper that Henry had brought with him, but had hoped to leave in the bathroom. “‘Mere.” He gestured provocatively. Henry didn’t want to obey. He took a step back, thinking this wouldn’t end well. Silver suddenly sprang from the ground, pinning Henry to the ground. Positioning himself so his diapered rear was over Henry’s face, he awkwardly tried to dress the bird in the diaper.

Against all of Henry’s fight or flight responses, he stopped resisting. This will only end in someone getting hurt if I don’t let him do it. Off went the bird’s shorts and underwear. Silver didn’t focus on his microdick, luckily, only caring to return the favor. Henry obeyed every command, raising his rear when asked, even helping adjust the alignment of the diaper to prevent it from going on his body at a weird angle.

As the two of them stood, Silver returned to his office. Henry, though. He looked down at himself. The pure white diaper fit on his body nice and snug. It felt soft and inviting. “You know, maybe this won’t be so bad.”


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The next morning, Silver awoke to a foul smell in his office. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He shouted, running out of the door and into the kitchen. Henry was in the living room on the PS5. “Henry, what happened last night?!” He suddenly realized that something key was wrong. Henry was wearing one of his diapers. He looked down. His diaper was soiled, nearly leaking even.

“Do you really wanna know?” Henry asked, unable to pause, his diaper crinkling as he leaned left and right, swaying with the motions of his character.

Silver sighed. “No, really, I don’t.” Silver was embarrassed beyond belief. “Hey, uh…” He couldn’t look Henry in the eye. “So, what do you think?”

“They’re soft.” Henry knew what he was asking about. It’s hard to ignore an elephant in the room. “May have to get you drunk more often so I can get in them more often. I may or may not have used mine.” He blushed a bit.

“Really?” Silver asked excitedly. “You don’t like, hate me?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Dude, we all have our ways of relaxing. Yours is just unique.”

“You’re awesome, man.” Silver tried to look Henry in the eye, but still couldn’t work up the courage. He noticed how stained Henry’s diaper was, the smell of piss wafting from it.

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