Love Potion No. 2 --- Stork careened chaotically through the air. His feathers were stiff from hours of flying into the icy winds. He was trying his best to keep his payload from slipping out of his chattering beak: Another special little delivery, all nestled inside a tied up bundle of white cloth blankets that flapped in the wind. Far below, the winding and snow-speckled pathways of civilization reddened in the glow of the setting sun. Shadows grew long. Stork had been on delivery duty since long before sunrise. He'd be unable to keep his eyes open if they weren't already frozen that way. A sign glistened. Stork realized it belonged to a tavern, and changed course to get a closer look. "Aw, what the heck. Just a few drinks to warm me up. What's the worst that could happen?" --- Stork's frozen feathers began thawing as soon as he put the thick oak door between him and nature. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the cloth bundle slipped out of his beak and onto the floor with a thud. Unperturbed, he bent over stiffly to retrieve it. Stork was not concerned about harming the little guy inside, thanks to Embryonic Immortality, the stage a new baby is in before being delivered to its parents. The baby is alive and functional, but it remains in mint condition. It is unable to be harmed or feel pain, but it can still feel love empathically. Stork science! Stork hung the bundle on a coat rack, and realized he recognized the quiver of arrows hanging next to it. He looked around and took in his surroundings. The bar was smoky and dimly lit, but warm. The sounds of billiard balls smacking each other mixed with big band music playing on a radio behind the bar. A few creatures populated the place: A pig and a wolf played pool, both wearing farmers' coveralls, and a friendly looking eagle behind the bar wiped a glass with a towel while conversing with a handsome yellow labrador retriever. Seated at the bar next to the dog was a figure that Stork recognized as the owner of the quiver. Stork plopped down on the next barstool over. He ordered a drink from his fellow avian, then tried to greet his colleague. The cherub had his head down, lying still atop his folded wings on the bar. Stork nudged his shoulder. "Hey, Cupid! Hey, pal! How about some company? Say, are you taking a break or is one of these fine folks your next job?" The other denizens of the bar heard this. They exchanged uneasy glances. "Hah. It's a joke, fellas." The diapered cherub mumbled something of a greeting, then snored. Apparently Cupid had had a long day too. After some casual chit chat with the locals, and a few drinks, it wasn't long before Stork's head felt heavy... --- The white cloth bundle hanging from the coat rack twitched and wriggled. Amidst the bar smoke, something very small coughed two tiny coughs. Then out of the top of the bundle poked the head of a wide-eyed baby fox. His tummy growled. He needed to eat! He glanced around: The adults were paying no attention to this corner of the tavern. But there, right next to him, was a dark-tinted glass bottle stopped with a cork, strapped to a quiver of arrows. "Ba ba," the little fox cooed softly. The adults did not notice. The fox pulled his arms out from inside the cloth, and kicked his legs until the bundle was swinging back and forth. He stretched out his arms, reaching hungrily for the bottle. Back and forth, back and forth, the fox swung with his arms outstretched, grabbing for the bottle. He managed to nudge it, and he could see fluid inside sloshing around. He was getting close! With one final swing, the baby fox held onto the bottle. Gravity took care of the rest: Pulling the bottle back with him on the backswing, the cork got caught on the leather strap, and popped off. The clever little fox had successfully freed his "meal." Of course, the little fox couldn't have possibly known that the love concoction Cupid uses to tip his arrows is not, in fact, food, and that consuming even the tiniest amount of it could have unpredictable effects. The fox shrank back into his blankets. The swinging bundle came to a stop. He put his mouth on the bottle and suckled happily from it, not wasting a drop. Warm and full, the baby fox peacefully nodded off, until he eventually felt a new pressure in his tummy. --- The sky outside was dark. Stork and Cupid, the only two magical creatures in the room, were still passed out at the bar. The wolf and the pig were still playing pool. The eagle bartender and the dog continued chatting casually. A cartoony trail of whispy green odor from the other side of the tavern drifted across the faces of the waking adults. It caught their attention simultaneously. Mr. Wolf's and Mr. Pig's cue sticks clattered to the floor. "Do you smell that, too?" "What is that?" "Mr. Retriever, the bathroom is just over there." "That isn't me, Mr. Eagle! But, say, it does smell like poo gas, doesn't it? Only...sweeter?" None of them wanted to admit that while the smell was foul, it also gave them a strange rush. It smelled so bad, but felt so good! Mr. Retriever kept sniffing and tasting the air, confused and excited. It was a septic odor, but it inexplicably made his heart pound. Nearby, Mr. Wolf discreetly adjusted the crotch of his overalls. At this point their noses had triangulated the source of the smell, tracing the whispy green trail back toward the entrance. Their eyes all focused on the vulpine diaper-clad tot, who had climbed down from his blankets and plopped onto the tavern floor. The cub greeted the bar folk with cute, wide, blue eyes and a playful smile. He was naked except for the diaper on his butt. He clumsily stood up and took a few wobbly steps forward, his bushy tail swishing from side to side. The landing had forced more gas out from his tummy, sending a pulse along the whispy green trail that instantaneously invaded the minds and bodies of the four onlookers. It wasn't clear if any of the adults had ever had dirty thoughts about cubs or diapers before, but they sure were having dirty thoughts now. They were now fully spellbound by the fox's magical stink. They stared wide-eyed and alert at the precious little creature. They stared at his cute white diapers. Their hearts raced in unison. They couldn't look away. Mr. Wolf was rubbing himself through his overalls, throwing discretion to the wind. His billiard buddy Mr. Pig licked his lips, staring at the cute baby fox's muzzle. "H--hey there cutie. Where did you come from? Are you lost?" Every tiny move the fox made had their undivided attention. Everything he did turned them on even more. He stuck his thumb in his mouth - Mr. Wolf gasped. Mr. Retriever left the bar to get closer to the fox and get a better sniff. His nose worked excitedly around the fox while the dog massaged his crotch through his slacks. Then, before anyone knew what was happening, the fox squatted and pushed the contents of his stomach into his diaper. This wasn't gas anymore, it was the whole mess. The diaper drooped with its new weight. The fox breathed a sleepy sigh of relief, his tongue hanging out. It was as if a bomb had gone off, and the adults were all within the whispy green blast radius. The odor hit them immediately, filling their minds completely, and they no longer had any control over themselves. Mr. Retriever was way too close to ground zero: The eruption was so intense on his sensitive sniffer that he erupted too. His eyes rolled back and he gasped and moaned as he helplessly dumped stream after stream of cum into his underwear. Mr. Wolf dropped to his knees, babbled babyishly, and emptied his bladder and bowels into his overalls. He stuck a thumb in his mouth and stared drunkenly at the puddle forming beneath him, hearts in his eyes. From opposite directions, Mr. Eagle and Mr. Pig eyed the fox. They walked shakily toward the hypnotic little stinker. Mr. Pig had the fly of his overalls unzipped. His cock was out and in his paw. "Sweet little guy. Sh-show daddy what a good little boy you are." The little fox watched and observed all this. He giggled playfully. He had no reason to know something wasn't right with this scenario. All around him were good feelings only: He could feel the hot mess in his diaper, the relief still washing over him from letting it all out, and he could feel the love and warmth from every corner of the tavern. He could tell how good the lusty adults felt, and this made the fox feel good too. This encouraged him; he desired to please them more. Mr. Pig was on his knees now, pressing his pulsing, cut cock against the fox's muzzle. "Go a head, be a good little stinky fox and put your mouth on it." Mr. Pig was leaking a moderate amount of pre, lubricating the fox's lips. The fox wobbled unsteadily, but then Mr. Eagle was on his back underneath the fox, using his wings to help hold the toddler in place. The eagle took in a nice big snoof of the fox's messy diaper, letting the stink envelop him. The eagle's eyes rolled back, his cheeks flush. The fox understood that putting that ursine dick in his mouth would please Mr. Pig greatly, and so he did so. Both were awash in ecstasy. The cute little fox slowly took it all in. He couldn't feel pain or be harmed, and the pig's dick filled the fox's entire muzzle, and slid down his throat. "Oh my gosh," breathed the horny pig, "That feels so good. What a good stinky little baby fox." The fox absorbed this praise with great pleasure, and happily let Mr. Pig slide his thick cock back and forth inside of him. It felt lovely, and tasted nice too. While the fox was being face-fucked by the pig, the bird beneath him rubbed at the padding between the fox's legs. The eagle moved his beak around to feel the soft padding against him. He rubbed and massaged the front of the fox's diaper and the back using both of his wings. Feeling up the fox's lovingly stinky diaper, the padding and its contents against the bird's wingtips, was like nothing he felt before. He was in heaven! The little baby fox loved all of this. He was making Mr. Pig and Mr. Eagle so happy by letting them have their way with him. He bobbed his head up and down on the chubby porker, making the pig gasp and moan, while his padded front and messy rump were being lovingly groped and fondled by the eagle kissing between his legs. The fox noticed that Mr. Retriever had finally stopped jizzing into his now-soaked slacks. The dog panted and moaned, his eyes blinking drunkly, and he collapsed onto the floor. Not far away, Mr. Wolf was rocking back and forth on the tavern floor in a puddle of his own filth, cooing around the thumb planted firmly in his mouth. "Ba ba ba." The baby-brained wolf's other paw was on his overalls, lovingly feeling and rubbing against the soaked denim. The little fox realized he had a similar pressure to take care of, so he relaxed his bladder, flooding the front of his diaper with warm pee. The sound of it splashing into his diaper excited Mr. Eagle and Mr. Pig greatly. Mr. Pig doubled his pace in the fox's mouth, and the fox gladly took it. "Huff...you hot...sexy...stinky...adorable little diaper fox," Mr. Pig praised the cub out loud. Mr. Eagle slid back and positioned himself so he could bury his face into the fox's hot diaper front. He slid his face up and down and back and forth, sniffing, taking in the entrancing smells, kissing at the fox's padded crotch. The fox's own eyes rolled back in his head: He could feel every bit of the pleasure of the animals taking advantage of him. His own relief as he emptied his bladder hotly into his diaper, with the eagle's face pressing and kissing against his crotch. The eagle's wings caressing the back of his diaper, squishing the warm mass lovingly against his rump. "Ba ba ba...Huh...hnnng...steenky!" It was Mr. Wolf again - the baby brained critter howled in pleasure as he finally climaxed into his soaked and messy, ruined overalls. He huffed as he made stickies in his underwear, bucking his hips uncontrollably, his thumb still in his mouth, still taking in the hypnotic scent of the fox's messy diaper, mixed now with all of the other scents in the room - his own mess, the musk of the other animals, and lots of sex. Mr. Wolf basked in an indescribable afterglow, his heart hammering against his chest. Soon, however, exhaustion took hold. He curled up sleepily in his own wet and stinky mess. He sighed contently, carelessly flooding his overalls with another load of warm piss, and drifted off into dreamland. At the bar, Stork and Cupid momentarily shifted in their slumber. Mr. Wolf's climactic howl had stirred them. "Hey bartender," Stork slurred into the countertop, "howzabout sending another cold one my way?" Then the snoring resumed. Mr. Retriever, despite everything, was somehow back on his feet, and masturbating enthusiastically. Drinking in the scents of the tavern with his trusty sniffer filled his doggy brain with unending arousal. His dripping dick was out of his slacks now, pointed squarely at the cute stinky little fox at the center of attention. Mr. Pig huffed as he and the fox's muzzle mutually, patiently worked him up toward the edge. The pig's pleasure electrified the little fox. "Good little foxie! Such a sweet little stinky baby!" Mr. Eagle's loins ached. He carefully slid out from under the stinky cub, pulled himself up to his knees facing the fox from behind, and hoisted the stinky little diapered whelp off the ground. The eagle's wings held the fox aloft by the front of his hot, wet diaper. The eagle could then press his own crotch, clad in jeans spotted with pre, up to the fox's smelly rear end. He bucked his hips, grinding eagerly against the adorable smelly padded fox rump, panting excitedly. Once Mr. Eagle lifted the fox from behind, Mr. Pig had grabbed the top of the fox's little arms to hold him up. The cub was completely off the ground in a spit roast position. This was yet another new and amazing feeling for the little fox. His arms supported by Mr. Pig and his hot wet padded crotch supported and rubbed lovingly by Mr. Eagle's wings. The fox had his head tilted all the way back so that he could continue taking the pig's full length. From behind, the eagle humped wildly against his messy diaper. Even through the eagle's jeans, the fox could feel the bird's firm member pushing up and down against his rump. Mr. Retriever was still masturbating at the show. Mr. Eagle's humping against the messy fox's diaper delivered new, fresh waves up hypno-stink from the fox's wrecked diaper into the nostrils of the three adults, sending each of them into an intense lustful frenzy. "Good little foxie," Mr. Pig huffed, "Sweet, cute, stinky little baby. Hot, sexy little diaper messer...oh...oh god..." Back at the bar, the renewed panting and moaning stirred Stork and Cupid again. They lifted their heads groggily, their backs to the ongoing sex scene. "Hey Mr. Eagle, how's that drink coming along?" Stork slurred in a drunken stupor. The eagle squawked loudly. This jolted Stork and Cupid. They spun around, alert. Their eyes widened. "Holy mackerel! What the...? Cupid! What did you do??" Blissful moaning, squawking and howling filled the room as Mr. Pig, Mr. Eagle and Mr. Retriever climaxed simultaneously. Unfolding right before Stork's and Cupid's eyes were the final seconds of the incident they inadvertently caused. The drooling, masturbating Mr. Retriever erupted with sloppy, thick jets of cum for a solid 20 seconds. He aimed well, with most of his seed landing on the cute little fox's fur - on his muzzle, on his back, and on his loaded, smelly diaper. Still in his overalls, Mr. Pig deepthroated the baby fox, filling the kit's little tummy with his jizz as the cute little fox tried to greedily swallow it all. Mr. Eagle squawked ecstatically as jets of semen splashed into his pants, soaking the front of his jeans. The eagle continued bucking his hips lovingly up against the fox's loaded diaper, and rubbing his wings against that soaked diaper front, until his exhaustion took over. They all collapsed in a heap, panting, their hearts lovingly pumping afterglow through their systems. They gradually passed out, cuddling in their fluids and filth. A few feet away along the tavern floor, a baby brained Mr. Wolf lie prone, drooling and humping against his pee puddle in his sleep. Flies buzzed around the little fox and each of the unconcious gents. Stork and Cupid stared at the scene agape for several minutes, then turned and exchanged wordless glances. --- "Here you go, Mrs. Fox, ma'am," the drunken Stork hiccupped. "You're the mother of an absolute little slut." "What was that?" "Er, an adorable little squirt." Stork avoided eye contact with the new mother. He hiccupped again. "Congratulations, it's a boy!" With that, he turned, staggering, and flew off of the doorstep, out of the light of the porch and into the chilly night, leaving the little fox with his new family. Stork and Cupid had taken the little fox into the tavern's bathroom to change the his loaded diaper and give him a bath. They did their best, but admittedly, the smell of sex and jizz still lingered on the fox's fur, if someone's nose was keen enough to detect it. The best they could hope for was that the child's parents wouldn't notice it, or wouldn't recognize it if they did. Neither of them cared to stick around and find out. Cupid said an incident like this hadn't happened in decades, and it wasn't clear what would happen after the tavern folks woke up. Maybe the fellas wouldn't remember any of it. Maybe they'd go home and clean up, and never speak of it again. Or maybe they'd all been permanently rewired to lust uncontrollably after stinky baby foxes. Maybe Mr. Wolf was permanently pup-brained now. Neither of them cared to stick around and find out. --- "Dear, I need to run some errands! Will you keep an eye on the baby?" "Of course, angel! Peeyew...Say, champ, you sure did a number in that diaper! Come on, kiddo, let's get you changed." Mr. Fox laid his little one on top of his changing table. He unsnapped the baby fox's one-piece pajama pants and pulled them off. When he untaped the diaper, he accidentally inhaled a nice big whiff of the stinky little fox, and held his nose with his paw. "Wow!" Then he paused, looking down at his little boy, feeling...confused. He removed his paw from his nose, leaned in, and inhaled deeply, smelling and tasting the air...