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There was a crowd of taller cubs near him who he figured were his classmates, but none seemed to get in the young arctic fox’s way as they were quick to move from his path as they approached and then passed. He looked behind for a moment and looked forward again to find the cubs and bookshelves were suddenly gone and replaced by the seafoam painted brick walls periodically interrupted by french gray painted door frames and doors. Tristan tilted his head and continued, drawn in by the nearly empty hallway. He looked back again at where his class was and found they were gone and replaced by the emptiness in front of him. Doors that had been open to other rooms were no longer there. The walls just continued on uninterrupted now, and the pale green paint was chipped in places where underneath an eggshell could be seen.\n\n\tIn the real world the kit unknowingly pressed and rubbed his muzzle against his pillow, while in his dream Tristan walked down the hall and found the disappearance of people and things upsetting. Turning around in a bit of a panic to see what was happening, he decided to go down the hall at a bit of a run which he found made no difference and he might as well have been standing. His steps felt very light like he wasn’t making contact with the floor at all. Another uneasy feeling came over him before he noticed there was a hole in the floor in front of him that he couldn’t help but fall into. He saw a waterfall and cursed because he should have known to look out for it. The frightened kit yipped in surprise as suddenly the dream light faded into darkness.\nIn that darkness Tristan rediscovered the waking world with a dull thump against the carpeted floor with the entire school disappearing just like the people and objects did moments ago. The flustered child fell out of his bed while holding onto his big, brown teddy bear he named Kester. It wasn’t a long fall, but it was enough to startle the young fox kit. After that, the boy noticed a familiar, warm, wet sensation in the crotch of his diaper and sighed. Of course he was pissing himself, he thought sarcastically. Having to wear diapers wasn’t something he was particularly proud of, but lately he’d felt slightly ashamed. The feeling spread slowly as his weak bladder drained.\n\n\tTristan stayed still and held onto Kester while his nerves settled down. It was still dark out, but that was all the indication of time the little kit had since his alarm clock was sitting on the bedside table above him. He inhaled through his nose and rubbed his eyes sleepily with his paws before getting to his feet. He still held onto the bear as he pulled open the door and waddled out into the hallway and down the stairs. His waddle was half out of grogginess and half from the swelling and sagging between the kit’s thighs. He reached out to the railing in the dimly lit stairway and managed to descend to the bottom. In the silence of the home the creaking of the stairs seemed loud to him, just slightly louder than the crinkling sound his waist made.\n\n\tThe eight year old lily passed by his father’s luggage in the living room as he made his way to Mommy’s room. He knocked gently and listened for a response only to hear slow,steady breathing from the other side of the door. He knocked again and opened the door timidly to poke his nose inside. It was dark inside the room, the only source of light were from the small lights a closed laptop on the bed and the alarm clock. It was around three in the morning.\n\n\tTristan approached the king size bed, and in the darkness he could see the hills and valleys of a blanket only about halfway up the bed before seeing the sleeping bodies of his parents. He continued his approach and placed his paw on the end of the bed and tugged the blanket only to have it fall down from the two adult fox’s hips.\nThe boy’s heart jumped as he heard one of them stir and turn over with a groan. The young fox bit his lip and hugged his teddy bear closer. “Mommy?” He called in a voice just over a whisper. He got a short grunt in reply. \n\n“Mommy, I can’t sleep.” The kit said. He waited for a reply but none came for a while.\nTristan was going to try to get her attention again when he heard one of them groan again, this time with words. “Tristan, what are you doing in here?” Nancy asked flatly. She didn’t seem too upset with him being there so much as she was to be awake at that moment.\n\nHe just blushed and was looking to her out of the corner of his eye. “Mama, I can’t sleep. I had a bad dream.” The vixen just huffed. “Can Kester and I sleep with you tonight?”\n\n“Who?” The mother asked, squinting at him. It was at this point the kit’s father turned and wrapped an arm around the vixen, opening his eyes.\n\n“M-me and Kester.” He held up the stuffed toy only to get a subtle eye roll.\n\n“Honey, It’s late. You should be asleep. I can’t play with you right now. I have to sleep too. Will you just go back to your room?”\n\nThe kit persisted. “But mama,” He huffed back, “I’m scared. Can I please, pretty please sleep with you and daddy?”\n\n“Is this a nightly thing?” Tristan’s father, Dan, asked in a slightly annoyed tone. It was his first night back with his estranged family and still didn’t know what to expect. “Jeez, eight years old and still pulling this stuff. If there was any doubt you were a sissy it would be gone, just gone now.”\n\nTristan sniffed and felt his ears droop against the top of his head. He turned and started to walk away. He was so embarrassed. His dad was right. This wasn’t normal for a cub his age. The kit took a couple steps towards the door when the vixen called after him.\n\n“Tristan, baby, come back. You can sleep with us.”\n\nDan and Tristan were both a little surprised, and the man spoke up. “Um, Nancy, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said quietly in her ear.\n\nThe mommy reassured her reaquainted lover with a caress on his neck and put out her other paw to stop the kit from climbing into bed right away. “But, you can only come in if you promise to do a very important chore in the morning. If you can’t promise that and mean it, you have to go back to your room for the rest of the night. You understand me?”\n\nThe kit thought about it, but to him it was just something he’d have to do later on. In his mind it was no big deal, so he obediently agreed. Nancy slid the laptop out of the way and reached out to help the baby fox into bed. Tristan reached out too and let mommy grasp his arm and pull him into bed. The kit averted his eyes from his parents crotches even though the thought was tantalizing for him. Those parts were supposed to be private, right? Then again he remembered mommy talking about her and daddy’s living arrangement from long ago and how they were loose with clothing. He started to imagine what it might be like if his mom and dad wanted to reestablish that arrangement.\n\nThe child looked up to his parents’ fluffy white faces in the dark room and noticed they were both looking at him. While mommy’s face was reassuring, daddy’s was a little tired. He sighed and sunk down behind mommy while she lay on her side and wrapped her arm around her little sissy’s soft shoulders. Tristan lay down on the bed on his side and grasped Kester. The kit used the inside of mommy’s elbow as a pillow, but as he was getting relaxed and comfortable mommy drew him in closer by bringing her other paw around his crinkly waist and pulling him in. Kester got a little squished while Tristan’s muzzle lay just above his loving mommy’s armpit. The faint scent of deodorant from the morning before came to the kit’s nose.\n\n“Kiddo, there’s no room for your teddy bear. He can sleep on the floor.” Mommy said as she peeled the boy’s little paw off the stuffed animal and tossed it off the side of the bed. The vixen’s executive decision gave her son nothing to hold onto, but that was only for a moment since her warm breasts, each easily larger than the kit’s head, lay in the space Kester took. Tristan perked his ears up and blushed deeply when he realized with the warmth and softness and plush fur what he was now grasping onto. He mentally urged himself to pull his paw away since he felt guilty about touching his mother that way, even though the sensation was so very reassuring and comfortable.\nFor the boy’s iniquity, however, there was no punishment. The grown woman just continued to comfort the little fox by running her paw gently over his side and hip, making plastic crinkle noises as her paw traced over his diaper tapes. It was one of the only sounds in the room just noticeable over the sound of breathing, the brushing of furry bodies, and the thumping of Tristan’s heart that only he could hear.\n\nWhile he logically knew both his parents knew he needed diapers, he wasn’t proud of it. He was perfectly comfortable with it in private and around his mother with his clothes on or during a diaper change. After all, he had all his life to get used to it. This was different though. This time he was in mommy’s room, in her bed along with daddy, and the only garment between the three of them as they snuggled so closely was a diaper, sopping wet due to his late childhood incontinence.\n\nThe bashful preteen baby groaned softly when his thoughts were interrupted by his mother’s soft tongue running comfortingly along one of his lowered ears. It soothed him and gradually settled down his nervous heart. Nancy purposefully and repeatedly licked a long swath from the kit’s forehead, just noticeably sore from a vicious horse kick earlier, along the pliable top of the lily’s ear. She continued until he drifted back to sleep.\n\t***\n\tNancy delicately held her infantile eight year old cub close but stayed awake to see Tristan fall asleep. It delighted her that he put his paws on her chest and hugged her ample tits so dependently. She decided to indulge herself when it seemed like the boy was in a deep slumber. Carefully she lifted her paw from the kit’s waist and brought it to her breast touching the boy’s face. Gradually she brought her half dollar sized nipple with its erect teet to his lips.\n\n\tHer other paw urged his head closer while Nancy softly cooed to him and tutted with her tongue. “Come now, baby girl. Suckle on mommy.” She patiently continued to urge him and slide his mouth over the pert tit, but even with it between his lips, he wouldn’t wrap his mouth around it. Eventually the woman stopped trying and just placed her paw back on Tristan’s padded rump. She closed her eyes and lay her head down on her pillow when she felt the little one yawn and upon closing his mouth latched onto the vixen’s tit.\n\n\tShe gasped softly from the sensation and slowly rolled her lower lip over her upper fangs and curled her toes. A content smile formed on her face as her sensual and motherly instincts crossed with her masculine husband’s body pressed against her back and her sissy son’s feminine body against her front. It’s the kind of thing that made her question her sexuality. She was aware of the illicit attraction she had for Tristan, but not as a man since he was no man. No, not even a budding man. Any masculinity from him would have expunged away the flowery, inoffensive, and generally girly traits she enjoyed about her male offspring. Even more, it lent to the mouthwatering shame he exhibited when she pointed out how these natural qualities meant failure in his role as a male.\n\n\tWrapped up in this blissful embrace, her hauntingly present lust gave her a mental pass for how ugly her thoughts were. A more sober and thoughtful glance at these thoughts would reveal them to be misogynistic by virtue of assigning negativity to feminine traits, and to a more relevant extent assigning restrictive boundaries on gender performance. Her plans simultaneously encouraged and even forced him outside those boundaries while providing the means to shame and punish him for his obedience to her as an authority and disobedience against his model self.\n\n\tSomewhere in an obscure section of her brain she considered those things, but that was behind the pleasure of falling asleep with her suckling, eight year old baby girl at her sensitive nipple and caressing the thin plastic hugging his waist. It made her smile and even drool in her sleep.\n***\n\tTristan awoke to the light coming in through the window, and when he opened his eyes he looked straight onto his mother’s tit, a bit discolored from his mouth latched onto it. The little fox blushed from the sight, and his embarrassment doubled when he noticed the dried up trail of drool connecting the kit’s lips with mom’s nipple.\n\n\t“Hey little one.” His mom sang and chuckled. The boy looked up to see her smile. “What’s that face? You’re being so bashful. That’s not how you were last night.”\n\n\t“Last night?” He perked his ears up. “What did I do last night?”\n\n\tThe mother’s paw stroked his hair and ears and explained “Something perfectly natural for little fox cubs to do, especially sissy wissies like you.” She rubbed her nose against his and made him smile even through the embarrassment. “Com’on, let’s get you up.” The vixen nudged Dan who groggily scooted away and with him his morning erection which was previously laying against the woman’s bottom and leaving subtle wet marks.\n\n\tAs the woman helped her kit off the bed and into a standing position, Tristan averted his gaze from the nudity of the two adults. “Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed.” Tristan said before he felt the urge to pee and then the feeling of him emptying his bladder into his diaper without being able to help it. The thick overnight was already pretty wet, and the eight year old waddled to the door to try to make it to the bathroom, at least onto the tile in case he leaked.\n\n\t“You’re welcome, baby. Just rememb- Hey, where are you going?” The woman asked as Dan stood up out of bed and awkwardly dragged the bedsheet off the mattress slightly with his hard cock. He untangled himself and bit his lip as he walked the same direction as the kit.\n\n\t“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Tristan replied without looking back.\n\n\t“Well use the potty chair. Your dad has to go too, and he’s going to need the actual toilet.” Nancy called after him.\n\n\t“Okay!” The kit wasn’t going to argue when he started ripping his diaper tapes off, getting ready to sit down on his plastic chair with basin. The dad was right behind the kit, turning his back to the boy as he faced the toilet. Tristan tore off his diaper and sat down, dribbling the rest of his bladder into the bowl underneath while his father lined up his urethra with the middle of he toilet bowl and started evacuating his piss loudly.\n\n\tThe little boy’s ears perked at the impressive sound as he got ever so slightly more comfortable being naked in the same room as his dad. The mother walked in though, her breasts and vagina on display. She looked like she needed the bathroom too, but there was something else, a devious expression on her face.\n\n\t“Hey Tristy? Wanna see something funny?” She approached the man from behind.\n\n\tThe tod looked back for a moment. “What are- Nancy, please don’t.”\n\n\tHe only managed to add to the cubs confusion and the woman’s excitement. She knelt down and brought her paw to the man’s butt, cupping one of his cheeks. “N-nancy!” The man quivered before she brought her lips to the middle of his butt cheek and gave it a kiss. At that moment Dan grunted as his impressive stream of piss lifted involuntarily and sprayed the toilet seat. “Oh come on!” He struggled and used both paws to push his spraying cock down back to the bowl.\n\n\t“Oh! It still works!” She laughed and walked over to the little kit to pick him up.\n\n\t“Dirty trick hun. I suppose I gotta clean this up, huh?” Dan said annoyed.\n\n\tTristan was still processing what he saw as he was being placed on his back on the changing table. Nancy said “Yes, but if it’s any consolation I’ll change Tristan and clean out the potty, so we’re both going to have to deal with some pee this morning.”\n\n\tThe tod said something else just under his breath as he finished and started to clean the toilet off with several squares of toilet paper at a time. Meanwhile the kit looked up to his mom’s face and yipped for her attention. “Mom!”\n\n\t“I’m right here. What is it, hun?” She started to wipe his crotch and bottom down with cub wipes.\n\t“Did you really just kiss Dad’s butt?”\n\n\t“Oh yes, that’s it exactly.” The woman replied casually as she dusted the fresh diaper and the boy’s crotch with powder. “Oh, no gloves...I guess I’ll just deal.” The woman said before moving on to the newest part of the diaper change ritual. She swished her finger in petroleum jelly while the small boy winced from the answer he got. “What’s wrong?” She asked, lining the finger up with his anus.\n\n\t“It’s gross.” He briefly huffed and showed his teeth when he felt his mom inch her finger inside him and swirl it around his anal passage for a moment. Though the sissy didn’t like that finger inside him, he managed to keep looking to his mom.\n\n\tShe simply chuckled again. “Your dad really likes that. Okay, maybe not so much when he’s peeing, but still, he’s got a great butt, doesn’t he?” Nancy swished her finger slowly around the kit’s anal walls just barely past the sphincter. She shifted her body and looked back at the man who was on his hands and knees finishing up the cleaning.\n\n\tTristan couldn’t help but look and blushed deeply when he saw not only his naked, firm looking rump, but also his hefty, apricot sized balls. “I guess.” He said noncommittally.\n\n\t“He’s got a great butt. Don’t be shy, take another look. You’d kiss it too, wouldn’t you?”\n\n\tThe little one gasped both in response to the question and his mom changing her motion from a circular one to a traveling in and out of him repeatedly. “I think I could, mommy, if you think he really wanted me to.”\n\n\tThe woman made the kit curl his toes and scrunch up his face as she inserted a second finger and made sure to press her fingertips just a bit harder against the kit’s prostate, undeveloped though it may be. “That’s okay for right now. You’ll come around to the idea as you learn more about your sissy life.” At this point she rapidly and audibly jostled her fingers inside the kit who balled up his paws and tried pushing the woman away from of the intense sensation. The little one’s paws were suddenly held back and brought to his chest.\n\n\tTristan looked and saw it was Daddy who held him still, but the man didn’t look angry. He actually smiled affectionately and leaned down to kiss the kit on the forehead the same moment Mommy pulled her fingers out, slowly. There was a bit of awkwardness as Tristan’s body took a moment to reform and close, experiencing gaping for the very first time, though it was brief and easy to miss. There was a passing feeling of emptiness that suggested he might feel a bit more comfortable with mommy’s fingers back inside him, but that feeling was soon gone and dismissed.\n\n\tThe kit readily accepted the comfort from Daddy and lay back on the changing table without fidgeting too much. The kit didn’t know what to say right then, assuming he saw what Mommy had done to his butt. The woman neatly folded the front of the fresh diaper over the kit’s crotch and taped her little one shut. “There you go. Nice and secure in your comfy padding. You were so good having Mommy help your bottom. How would you like Mommy to brush your hair on the way to the mall?”\n\n\tTristan gasped. “The mall.” He smiled and wagged his tail excitedly because the mall meant ice cream. There was some boring shopping too, but that was okay because ice cream.\n\n\tThe woman tickled the kit’s belly. “Oh yes widdle baby boy, the mall, but first do you remember you have a little chore you still need to do?” The kit’s ears gradually wilted as he nodded. “Don’t worry. It’s not very hard. You’ll be done in just a couple minutes.”\n\n\t“Okay Mommy. What do I have to do.”\n\n\t“You’re going to get dressed, and then we’re going to get you a couple of bags. You need to take all the clothes out of your closet, your drawers, your hamper too. Everything.” The woman said.\n\n\t“All of it?” The boy asked incredulously.\n\n\tThe mother’s warm expression was interrupted by an involuntary wince. She passed the kit to Daddy and told him she still needed to pee. The man placed his arms under the kit’s legs and back and lifted him up to carry him into his room. “Hey little buddy. It’s actually really exciting. Don’t think of it as putting away all your clothes. Think about it as getting all new fun clothes. Just imagine the pretty dresses and shoes you’ll be wearing.”\n\n\t“D-dresses? Daddy I’m a boy.”\n\n\tHe set the kit down with his feet on the floor. He then spoke slowly, clearly, and calmly. “You are a boy, yes, but not really. You are a sissy boy. You have more belonging to the weaker sex, and it’s important that you not only feel the part but dress the part.”\n\n\tThe kit just shook his head. “Can I be a boy sissy and wear boy clothes?”\n\n\tDaddy narrowed his lips and eyes before stroking the side of the kit’s cheek. It was a very gentle touch that slowly shifted to the top of the kit’s head. In a moment though, that paw turned from comforting to menacing as the man grasped the little one’s hair.\n\n\t“Daddy?” But that’s the only thing the kit could say before feeling a horrible shock to his face. The kit’s senses went dull a moment after a bright flash. Fear washed over the fox as he brought his paws to his face. At least that’s what he attempted to do, but he just looked like he was swimming. An incredible soreness arose and covered nearly half of his face.\n\n\tAs soon as he realized he’d just been punched in the face by his own father, the same kind of punch that incapacitated an older horse the day before, Tristan wept. “Daddy please! I wasn’t trying to be bad! I’m so sorry. I’ll be a girl sissy like you want. I *hic* be a *hic* sissy girl an *hic* wear dresses.”\n\n\t“You bet you will. Hey! Look at me.” The man made the kit face him. “Look at what you made me do. And look at this.” He made the little fox look down at his crotch where the man’s hard cock was throbbing and pointing right at the boy. Tristan’s eyes welled up with tears, and since he seemed to regain most of his senses, he could more or less clearly see the naked form up close.\n\n\t“Daddy, would you be less mad at me if I kissed your butt?” Tristan asked desperately.\n\n\tThe tod exhaled and shook his head, speaking softly again. “No, no, no. But I’d like you to do this other thing for me. I’ll show you. If you act up though, you know what’ll happen?”\n\n\tThe cub gulped and lowered his ears as low as they could go. “I won’t act up Daddy.”\n\n\t“That’s right, easy does it.” The man said as he shifted the boy’s position to sitting down on the floor. If the kit hadn’t already pissed that morning, he surely would have lost control of his bladder already. Meanwhile Daddy lifted his throbbing cock and placed the tip between the boy’s lips. “Don’t bite. This is going in your mouth. Just act like it’s a sucker, and you’ll do fine.”\n\n\tTristan was ready to follow almost any instruction at this point. He didn’t care for the taste in his mouth, but most of his dislike was from the metallic flavor since the blow cut the inside of his cheek slightly against his teeth. With his dick pusing in his paw, Daddy curled his fingers around that shaft and rested the tumb end of his paw against the kit’s nose. With his other paw still gripped around the kit’s long blonde hair, he keeps the boy still as he thrusts his hips forward.\n\n\tTristan’s cheeks bulged out as his quivering mouth was filled with cock for the very first time. While he was fearful, Daddy groaned happily as that small muzzle learned the shape, feel, and taste of his hard maleness. The man showed some restraint though, because he stopped short of entering the kit’s throat and triggering his gag reflex. He teased the little cub’s uvula though as he used his paw and the poor, teary eyed child’s face as a masturbatory aid. As the man became more excited, his shallow thrusts got faster and repeatedly dribbled salty precum over the soft pink tongue the man was grinding against.\n\n\tTristan was anxious the entire time, and he wasn’t thrilled about having his mouth so full and his hair being tugged on, much less the length of time Daddy held him. He heard a distinctly different sound come from Daddy and perked his ears up. What was it now? Did the kit bite him? He tried to hard to keep his teeth away. The little boy prepared himself to apologize when he heard that sound again, a long shaky moan.\n\n\tThe older fox fixed his eyes on Tristan’s face and suddenly held his breath as a massive spray of cum plastered the back of the kit’s throat and soon erupted out of the little guy’s mouth in rapid spurts. Tristan was amazed to find that this was cum, the new treat Mommy showed him. Did someone have to be angry to make it? Is that why his bullying was so important?\n\n\tThere was another long groan, and for the next ten seconds the man’s sloppy cock fed the boy spurt after warm, slimy spurt. Tristan’s guzzled the fluid down as well as he could, hindered a bit by the soreness in the back of his throat where the tip had butted against. When the man was done ejaculating, he let the boy go, who leaned forward on his knees and brought his paws to his face again, taking in what had just happened to him.\n\tThere would be no time for self reflection though because Daddy moved the kit’s paws out of the way. “Daddy please don’t hit me again I’ll be a good sissy girl I promise!”\n\n\t“Shhhh, I know. I want to see you. Oh yes. You look so good with my cum hanging off your chin.”\n\tThe kit swallowed again and licked his nose. He was still nervous but managed a smile. Daddy thought he looked good. His face hurt, but it wasn’t as frightening in the aftermath as it was when it happened. Tristan also liked learning more about cum, and he thought it might help to agree to this process of being a sissy, whatever it requires.\n\n\t“Daddy, I don’t want to make you mad again. I’ll be a super good sissy.” Tristan swore.\n\n\tThe tod adored that little guy and stroked his shoulders. “You know what the best kind of sissy is, little buddy?”\n\n\t“What, Daddy?”\n\n\t“The kind with cum all over their face.” This made the little fox smile awkwardly as he made a point to remember that. “Okay little guy, let’s get all these clothes out. Come on, we should have been done by now.”\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Tristan lay in bed dreaming. He found himself at school on a the second floor, which he was fairly sure must have always existed. The young arctic fox accepted this had always been the case while secretly wondering if there was something special about it. The halls were lined with bookshelves, lockers, pictures and trophy cases which he walked past with some but not too much interest. There was a crowd of taller cubs near him who he figured were his classmates, but none seemed to get in the young arctic fox’s way as they were quick to move from his path as they approached and then passed. He looked behind for a moment and looked forward again to find the cubs and bookshelves were suddenly gone and replaced by the seafoam painted brick walls periodically interrupted by french gray painted door frames and doors. Tristan tilted his head and continued, drawn in by the nearly empty hallway. He looked back again at where his class was and found they were gone and replaced by the emptiness in front of him. Doors that had been open to other rooms were no longer there. The walls just continued on uninterrupted now, and the pale green paint was chipped in places where underneath an eggshell could be seen.

\tIn the real world the kit unknowingly pressed and rubbed his muzzle against his pillow, while in his dream Tristan walked down the hall and found the disappearance of people and things upsetting. Turning around in a bit of a panic to see what was happening, he decided to go down the hall at a bit of a run which he found made no difference and he might as well have been standing. His steps felt very light like he wasn’t making contact with the floor at all. Another uneasy feeling came over him before he noticed there was a hole in the floor in front of him that he couldn’t help but fall into. He saw a waterfall and cursed because he should have known to look out for it. The frightened kit yipped in surprise as suddenly the dream light faded into darkness.
In that darkness Tristan rediscovered the waking world with a dull thump against the carpeted floor with the entire school disappearing just like the people and objects did moments ago. The flustered child fell out of his bed while holding onto his big, brown teddy bear he named Kester. It wasn’t a long fall, but it was enough to startle the young fox kit. After that, the boy noticed a familiar, warm, wet sensation in the crotch of his diaper and sighed. Of course he was pissing himself, he thought sarcastically. Having to wear diapers wasn’t something he was particularly proud of, but lately he’d felt slightly ashamed. The feeling spread slowly as his weak bladder drained.

\tTristan stayed still and held onto Kester while his nerves settled down. It was still dark out, but that was all the indication of time the little kit had since his alarm clock was sitting on the bedside table above him. He inhaled through his nose and rubbed his eyes sleepily with his paws before getting to his feet. He still held onto the bear as he pulled open the door and waddled out into the hallway and down the stairs. His waddle was half out of grogginess and half from the swelling and sagging between the kit’s thighs. He reached out to the railing in the dimly lit stairway and managed to descend to the bottom. In the silence of the home the creaking of the stairs seemed loud to him, just slightly louder than the crinkling sound his waist made.

\tThe eight year old lily passed by his father’s luggage in the living room as he made his way to Mommy’s room. He knocked gently and listened for a response only to hear slow,steady breathing from the other side of the door. He knocked again and opened the door timidly to poke his nose inside. It was dark inside the room, the only source of light were from the small lights a closed laptop on the bed and the alarm clock. It was around three in the morning.

\tTristan approached the king size bed, and in the darkness he could see the hills and valleys of a blanket only about halfway up the bed before seeing the sleeping bodies of his parents. He continued his approach and placed his paw on the end of the bed and tugged the blanket only to have it fall down from the two adult fox’s hips.
The boy’s heart jumped as he heard one of them stir and turn over with a groan. The young fox bit his lip and hugged his teddy bear closer. “Mommy?” He called in a voice just over a whisper. He got a short grunt in reply.

“Mommy, I can’t sleep.” The kit said. He waited for a reply but none came for a while.
Tristan was going to try to get her attention again when he heard one of them groan again, this time with words. “Tristan, what are you doing in here?” Nancy asked flatly. She didn’t seem too upset with him being there so much as she was to be awake at that moment.

He just blushed and was looking to her out of the corner of his eye. “Mama, I can’t sleep. I had a bad dream.” The vixen just huffed. “Can Kester and I sleep with you tonight?”

“Who?” The mother asked, squinting at him. It was at this point the kit’s father turned and wrapped an arm around the vixen, opening his eyes.

“M-me and Kester.” He held up the stuffed toy only to get a subtle eye roll.

“Honey, It’s late. You should be asleep. I can’t play with you right now. I have to sleep too. Will you just go back to your room?”

The kit persisted. “But mama,” He huffed back, “I’m scared. Can I please, pretty please sleep with you and daddy?”

“Is this a nightly thing?” Tristan’s father, Dan, asked in a slightly annoyed tone. It was his first night back with his estranged family and still didn’t know what to expect. “Jeez, eight years old and still pulling this stuff. If there was any doubt you were a sissy it would be gone, just gone now.”

Tristan sniffed and felt his ears droop against the top of his head. He turned and started to walk away. He was so embarrassed. His dad was right. This wasn’t normal for a cub his age. The kit took a couple steps towards the door when the vixen called after him.

“Tristan, baby, come back. You can sleep with us.”

Dan and Tristan were both a little surprised, and the man spoke up. “Um, Nancy, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said quietly in her ear.

The mommy reassured her reaquainted lover with a caress on his neck and put out her other paw to stop the kit from climbing into bed right away. “But, you can only come in if you promise to do a very important chore in the morning. If you can’t promise that and mean it, you have to go back to your room for the rest of the night. You understand me?”

The kit thought about it, but to him it was just something he’d have to do later on. In his mind it was no big deal, so he obediently agreed. Nancy slid the laptop out of the way and reached out to help the baby fox into bed. Tristan reached out too and let mommy grasp his arm and pull him into bed. The kit averted his eyes from his parents crotches even though the thought was tantalizing for him. Those parts were supposed to be private, right? Then again he remembered mommy talking about her and daddy’s living arrangement from long ago and how they were loose with clothing. He started to imagine what it might be like if his mom and dad wanted to reestablish that arrangement.

The child looked up to his parents’ fluffy white faces in the dark room and noticed they were both looking at him. While mommy’s face was reassuring, daddy’s was a little tired. He sighed and sunk down behind mommy while she lay on her side and wrapped her arm around her little sissy’s soft shoulders. Tristan lay down on the bed on his side and grasped Kester. The kit used the inside of mommy’s elbow as a pillow, but as he was getting relaxed and comfortable mommy drew him in closer by bringing her other paw around his crinkly waist and pulling him in. Kester got a little squished while Tristan’s muzzle lay just above his loving mommy’s armpit. The faint scent of deodorant from the morning before came to the kit’s nose.

“Kiddo, there’s no room for your teddy bear. He can sleep on the floor.” Mommy said as she peeled the boy’s little paw off the stuffed animal and tossed it off the side of the bed. The vixen’s executive decision gave her son nothing to hold onto, but that was only for a moment since her warm breasts, each easily larger than the kit’s head, lay in the space Kester took. Tristan perked his ears up and blushed deeply when he realized with the warmth and softness and plush fur what he was now grasping onto. He mentally urged himself to pull his paw away since he felt guilty about touching his mother that way, even though the sensation was so very reassuring and comfortable.
For the boy’s iniquity, however, there was no punishment. The grown woman just continued to comfort the little fox by running her paw gently over his side and hip, making plastic crinkle noises as her paw traced over his diaper tapes. It was one of the only sounds in the room just noticeable over the sound of breathing, the brushing of furry bodies, and the thumping of Tristan’s heart that only he could hear.

While he logically knew both his parents knew he needed diapers, he wasn’t proud of it. He was perfectly comfortable with it in private and around his mother with his clothes on or during a diaper change. After all, he had all his life to get used to it. This was different though. This time he was in mommy’s room, in her bed along with daddy, and the only garment between the three of them as they snuggled so closely was a diaper, sopping wet due to his late childhood incontinence.

The bashful preteen baby groaned softly when his thoughts were interrupted by his mother’s soft tongue running comfortingly along one of his lowered ears. It soothed him and gradually settled down his nervous heart. Nancy purposefully and repeatedly licked a long swath from the kit’s forehead, just noticeably sore from a vicious horse kick earlier, along the pliable top of the lily’s ear. She continued until he drifted back to sleep.
\t***
\tNancy delicately held her infantile eight year old cub close but stayed awake to see Tristan fall asleep. It delighted her that he put his paws on her chest and hugged her ample tits so dependently. She decided to indulge herself when it seemed like the boy was in a deep slumber. Carefully she lifted her paw from the kit’s waist and brought it to her breast touching the boy’s face. Gradually she brought her half dollar sized nipple with its erect teet to his lips.

\tHer other paw urged his head closer while Nancy softly cooed to him and tutted with her tongue. “Come now, baby girl. Suckle on mommy.” She patiently continued to urge him and slide his mouth over the pert tit, but even with it between his lips, he wouldn’t wrap his mouth around it. Eventually the woman stopped trying and just placed her paw back on Tristan’s padded rump. She closed her eyes and lay her head down on her pillow when she felt the little one yawn and upon closing his mouth latched onto the vixen’s tit.

\tShe gasped softly from the sensation and slowly rolled her lower lip over her upper fangs and curled her toes. A content smile formed on her face as her sensual and motherly instincts crossed with her masculine husband’s body pressed against her back and her sissy son’s feminine body against her front. It’s the kind of thing that made her question her sexuality. She was aware of the illicit attraction she had for Tristan, but not as a man since he was no man. No, not even a budding man. Any masculinity from him would have expunged away the flowery, inoffensive, and generally girly traits she enjoyed about her male offspring. Even more, it lent to the mouthwatering shame he exhibited when she pointed out how these natural qualities meant failure in his role as a male.

\tWrapped up in this blissful embrace, her hauntingly present lust gave her a mental pass for how ugly her thoughts were. A more sober and thoughtful glance at these thoughts would reveal them to be misogynistic by virtue of assigning negativity to feminine traits, and to a more relevant extent assigning restrictive boundaries on gender performance. Her plans simultaneously encouraged and even forced him outside those boundaries while providing the means to shame and punish him for his obedience to her as an authority and disobedience against his model self.

\tSomewhere in an obscure section of her brain she considered those things, but that was behind the pleasure of falling asleep with her suckling, eight year old baby girl at her sensitive nipple and caressing the thin plastic hugging his waist. It made her smile and even drool in her sleep.
***
\tTristan awoke to the light coming in through the window, and when he opened his eyes he looked straight onto his mother’s tit, a bit discolored from his mouth latched onto it. The little fox blushed from the sight, and his embarrassment doubled when he noticed the dried up trail of drool connecting the kit’s lips with mom’s nipple.

\t“Hey little one.” His mom sang and chuckled. The boy looked up to see her smile. “What’s that face? You’re being so bashful. That’s not how you were last night.”

\t“Last night?” He perked his ears up. “What did I do last night?”

\tThe mother’s paw stroked his hair and ears and explained “Something perfectly natural for little fox cubs to do, especially sissy wissies like you.” She rubbed her nose against his and made him smile even through the embarrassment. “Com’on, let’s get you up.” The vixen nudged Dan who groggily scooted away and with him his morning erection which was previously laying against the woman’s bottom and leaving subtle wet marks.

\tAs the woman helped her kit off the bed and into a standing position, Tristan averted his gaze from the nudity of the two adults. “Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed.” Tristan said before he felt the urge to pee and then the feeling of him emptying his bladder into his diaper without being able to help it. The thick overnight was already pretty wet, and the eight year old waddled to the door to try to make it to the bathroom, at least onto the tile in case he leaked.

\t“You’re welcome, baby. Just rememb- Hey, where are you going?” The woman asked as Dan stood up out of bed and awkwardly dragged the bedsheet off the mattress slightly with his hard cock. He untangled himself and bit his lip as he walked the same direction as the kit.

\t“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Tristan replied without looking back.

\t“Well use the potty chair. Your dad has to go too, and he’s going to need the actual toilet.” Nancy called after him.

\t“Okay!” The kit wasn’t going to argue when he started ripping his diaper tapes off, getting ready to sit down on his plastic chair with basin. The dad was right behind the kit, turning his back to the boy as he faced the toilet. Tristan tore off his diaper and sat down, dribbling the rest of his bladder into the bowl underneath while his father lined up his urethra with the middle of he toilet bowl and started evacuating his piss loudly.

\tThe little boy’s ears perked at the impressive sound as he got ever so slightly more comfortable being naked in the same room as his dad. The mother walked in though, her breasts and vagina on display. She looked like she needed the bathroom too, but there was something else, a devious expression on her face.

\t“Hey Tristy? Wanna see something funny?” She approached the man from behind.

\tThe tod looked back for a moment. “What are- Nancy, please don’t.”

\tHe only managed to add to the cubs confusion and the woman’s excitement. She knelt down and brought her paw to the man’s butt, cupping one of his cheeks. “N-nancy!” The man quivered before she brought her lips to the middle of his butt cheek and gave it a kiss. At that moment Dan grunted as his impressive stream of piss lifted involuntarily and sprayed the toilet seat. “Oh come on!” He struggled and used both paws to push his spraying cock down back to the bowl.

\t“Oh! It still works!” She laughed and walked over to the little kit to pick him up.

\t“Dirty trick hun. I suppose I gotta clean this up, huh?” Dan said annoyed.

\tTristan was still processing what he saw as he was being placed on his back on the changing table. Nancy said “Yes, but if it’s any consolation I’ll change Tristan and clean out the potty, so we’re both going to have to deal with some pee this morning.”

\tThe tod said something else just under his breath as he finished and started to clean the toilet off with several squares of toilet paper at a time. Meanwhile the kit looked up to his mom’s face and yipped for her attention. “Mom!”

\t“I’m right here. What is it, hun?” She started to wipe his crotch and bottom down with cub wipes.
\t“Did you really just kiss Dad’s butt?”

\t“Oh yes, that’s it exactly.” The woman replied casually as she dusted the fresh diaper and the boy’s crotch with powder. “Oh, no gloves...I guess I’ll just deal.” The woman said before moving on to the newest part of the diaper change ritual. She swished her finger in petroleum jelly while the small boy winced from the answer he got. “What’s wrong?” She asked, lining the finger up with his anus.

\t“It’s gross.” He briefly huffed and showed his teeth when he felt his mom inch her finger inside him and swirl it around his anal passage for a moment. Though the sissy didn’t like that finger inside him, he managed to keep looking to his mom.

\tShe simply chuckled again. “Your dad really likes that. Okay, maybe not so much when he’s peeing, but still, he’s got a great butt, doesn’t he?” Nancy swished her finger slowly around the kit’s anal walls just barely past the sphincter. She shifted her body and looked back at the man who was on his hands and knees finishing up the cleaning.

\tTristan couldn’t help but look and blushed deeply when he saw not only his naked, firm looking rump, but also his hefty, apricot sized balls. “I guess.” He said noncommittally.

\t“He’s got a great butt. Don’t be shy, take another look. You’d kiss it too, wouldn’t you?”

\tThe little one gasped both in response to the question and his mom changing her motion from a circular one to a traveling in and out of him repeatedly. “I think I could, mommy, if you think he really wanted me to.”

\tThe woman made the kit curl his toes and scrunch up his face as she inserted a second finger and made sure to press her fingertips just a bit harder against the kit’s prostate, undeveloped though it may be. “That’s okay for right now. You’ll come around to the idea as you learn more about your sissy life.” At this point she rapidly and audibly jostled her fingers inside the kit who balled up his paws and tried pushing the woman away from of the intense sensation. The little one’s paws were suddenly held back and brought to his chest.

\tTristan looked and saw it was Daddy who held him still, but the man didn’t look angry. He actually smiled affectionately and leaned down to kiss the kit on the forehead the same moment Mommy pulled her fingers out, slowly. There was a bit of awkwardness as Tristan’s body took a moment to reform and close, experiencing gaping for the  very first time, though it was brief and easy to miss. There was a passing feeling of emptiness that suggested he might feel a bit more comfortable with mommy’s fingers back inside him, but that feeling was soon gone and dismissed.

\tThe kit readily accepted the comfort from Daddy and lay back on the changing table without fidgeting too much. The kit didn’t know what to say right then, assuming he saw what Mommy had done to his butt. The woman neatly folded the front of the fresh diaper over the kit’s crotch and taped her little one shut. “There you go. Nice and secure in your comfy padding. You were so good having Mommy help your bottom. How would you like Mommy to brush your hair on the way to the mall?”

\tTristan gasped. “The mall.” He smiled and wagged his tail excitedly because the mall meant ice cream. There was some boring shopping too, but that was okay because ice cream.

\tThe woman tickled the kit’s belly. “Oh yes widdle baby boy, the mall, but first do you remember you have a little chore you still need to do?” The kit’s ears gradually wilted as he nodded. “Don’t worry. It’s not very hard. You’ll be done in just a couple minutes.”

\t“Okay Mommy. What do I have to do.”

\t“You’re going to get dressed, and then we’re going to get you a couple of bags. You need to take all the clothes out of your closet, your drawers, your hamper too. Everything.” The woman said.

\t“All of it?” The boy asked incredulously.

\tThe mother’s warm expression was interrupted by an involuntary wince. She passed the kit to Daddy and told him she still needed to pee. The man placed his arms under the kit’s legs and back and lifted him up to carry him into his room. “Hey little buddy. It’s actually really exciting. Don’t think of it as putting away all your clothes. Think about it as getting all new fun clothes. Just imagine the pretty dresses and shoes you’ll be wearing.”

\t“D-dresses? Daddy I’m a boy.”

\tHe set the kit down with his feet on the floor. He then spoke slowly, clearly, and calmly. “You are a boy, yes, but not really. You are a sissy boy. You have more belonging to the weaker sex, and it’s important that you not only feel the part but dress the part.”

\tThe kit just shook his head. “Can I be a boy sissy and wear boy clothes?”

\tDaddy narrowed his lips and eyes before stroking the side of the kit’s cheek. It was a very gentle touch that slowly shifted to the top of the kit’s head. In a moment though, that paw turned from comforting to menacing as the man grasped the little one’s hair.

\t“Daddy?” But that’s the only thing the kit could say before feeling a horrible shock to his face. The kit’s senses went dull a moment after a bright flash. Fear washed over the fox as he brought his paws to his face. At least that’s what he attempted to do, but he just looked like he was swimming. An incredible soreness arose and covered nearly half of his face.

\tAs soon as he realized he’d just been punched in the face by his own father, the same kind of punch that incapacitated an older horse the day before, Tristan wept. “Daddy please! I wasn’t trying to be bad! I’m so sorry. I’ll be a girl sissy like you want. I *hic* be a *hic* sissy girl an *hic* wear dresses.”

\t“You bet you will. Hey! Look at me.” The man made the kit face him. “Look at what you made me do. And look at this.” He made the little fox look down at his crotch where the man’s hard cock was throbbing and pointing right at the boy. Tristan’s eyes welled up with tears, and since he seemed to regain most of his senses, he could more or less clearly see the naked form up close.

\t“Daddy, would you be less mad at me if I kissed your butt?” Tristan asked desperately.

\tThe tod exhaled and shook his head, speaking softly again. “No, no, no. But I’d like you to do this other thing for me. I’ll show you. If you act up though, you know what’ll happen?”

\tThe cub gulped and lowered his ears as low as they could go. “I won’t act up Daddy.”

\t“That’s right, easy does it.” The man said as he shifted the boy’s position to sitting down on the floor. If the kit hadn’t already pissed that morning, he surely would have lost control of his bladder already. Meanwhile Daddy lifted his throbbing cock and placed the tip between the boy’s lips. “Don’t bite. This is going in your mouth. Just act like it’s a sucker, and you’ll do fine.”

\tTristan was ready to follow almost any instruction at this point. He didn’t care for the taste in his mouth, but most of his dislike was from the metallic flavor since the blow cut the inside of his cheek slightly against his teeth. With his dick pusing in his paw, Daddy curled his fingers around that shaft and rested the tumb end of his paw against the kit’s nose. With his other paw still gripped around the kit’s long blonde hair, he keeps the boy still as he thrusts his hips forward.

\tTristan’s cheeks bulged out as his quivering mouth was filled with cock for the very first time. While he was fearful, Daddy groaned happily as that small muzzle learned the shape, feel, and taste of his hard maleness. The man showed some restraint though, because he stopped short of entering the kit’s throat and triggering his gag reflex. He teased the little cub’s uvula though as he used his paw and the poor, teary eyed child’s face as a masturbatory aid. As the man became more excited, his shallow thrusts got faster and repeatedly dribbled salty precum over the soft pink tongue the man was grinding against.

\tTristan was anxious the entire time, and he wasn’t thrilled about having his mouth so full and his hair being tugged on, much less the length of time Daddy held him. He heard a distinctly different sound come from Daddy and perked his ears up. What was it now? Did the kit bite him? He tried to hard to keep his teeth away. The little boy prepared himself to apologize when he heard that sound again, a long shaky moan.

\tThe older fox fixed his eyes on Tristan’s face and suddenly held his breath as a massive spray of cum plastered the back of the kit’s throat and soon erupted out of the little guy’s mouth in rapid spurts. Tristan was amazed to find that this was cum, the new treat Mommy showed him. Did someone have to be angry to make it? Is that why his bullying was so important?

\tThere was another long groan, and for the next ten seconds the man’s sloppy cock fed the boy spurt after warm, slimy spurt. Tristan’s guzzled the fluid down as well as he could, hindered a bit by the soreness in the back of his throat where the tip had butted against. When the man was done ejaculating, he let the boy go, who leaned forward on his knees and brought his paws to his face again, taking in what had just happened to him.
\tThere would be no time for self reflection though because Daddy moved the kit’s paws out of the way. “Daddy please don’t hit me again I’ll be a good sissy girl I promise!”

\t“Shhhh, I know. I want to see you. Oh yes. You look so good with my cum hanging off your chin.”
\tThe kit swallowed again and licked his nose. He was still nervous but managed a smile. Daddy thought he looked good. His face hurt, but it wasn’t as frightening in the aftermath as it was when it happened. Tristan also liked learning more about cum, and he thought it might help to agree to this process of being a sissy, whatever it requires.

\t“Daddy, I don’t want to make you mad again. I’ll be a super good sissy.” Tristan swore.

\tThe tod adored that little guy and stroked his shoulders. “You know what the best kind of sissy is, little buddy?”

\t“What, Daddy?”

\t“The kind with cum all over their face.” This made the little fox smile awkwardly as he made a point to remember that. “Okay little guy, let’s get all these clothes out. Come on, we should have been done by now.”
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