Having just been changed into a fresh, foot-thick Puffball-model diaper, Lori crinkled over to the sliding door and pulled it open with a gentle tug. Stepping out into the early morning air, the scent of morning dew flooding her nostirls as the sliding door rolls closed with a gentle clunk behind her. 

A pacifier in her maw and a blankie wrapped around her shoulders like a warm shawl, she was feeling far more in tune with her little side than most days here in Poofville. Mayu- paridoxically both the family pet and older sister- had promised to tell her a story today. Thankfully, her sis was indeed a morning person, and wouldn't mind the intrusion. 

Her footpaws shuffled through the wet grass of the well-maintained backyard,  dew gathering between her toes as the blades of grass rubbed between them while she walked.  The cool, damp morning air made her feel fresh and clean, despite the minor remnants of a change that only a shower or bath would get out still in her fur. 

Crinkling quietly across the lawn, she waddled up to the porch of Mayu's a-frame cabin. It was woodsy, and colorful- looking like it belonged to the stereotypical 'hippie' type.  Her paw came to rest on the dew-soaked, clammy railing- and trailed along it as she waddled up the steps, the scent of dew now heavily complimented by the smell of wet wood.  

She paused to look at Mayu's door- her name in frilly script, then below in a sci-fi Katakana font. She pushed the door open, poking her head in first- then the rest of her body. Scanning around, she didn't see her sister on the first floor... which meant she must be in bed, up on the loft. The thickness of her diaper made the thin slats daunting, so she instead decided to crawl up- knee, handpaw, knee, handpaw- until she'd made it up.

 Mayu was snoozing peacefully, and even though she wouldn't mind being woken up, Lori was still plenty drowsy enough to drift back off herself, eyes still sticky with the desire for just a few more minutes, just another half hour.....  She crawled up onto her sister's hanging bed (doing her best not to send it rocking back and forth at a worrying pace) and squeezed herself into the Zafara's arms. 

"Hmmnnh... morning, kiddo." she murmured, her arms tightening around the renalop gently, one paw trailing up to scritch at her chestfloof in a warm gesture of affection, the other reaching down to pat at her poofy seat.

"Mownin, shisshy." she lisped from behind her paci, cuddling in closer and closing her eyes. Going back to sleep wouldn't hurt before storytime, would it?.... no, not at all. Not one bit.