While Negasi and Aristotle continue their date, the bunny ramps up the humiliating tasks he puts his boyfriend through in order to prove to him that no fur will notice or care that he wears diapers. His mate hesitantly complies, knowing that complete obedience is the only way to get his chastity cage finally unlocked. 

Part 2 of 2.

Unlike my previous multi-part stories, this sequel is not intended to be able to be read as a stand-alone work of fiction. Please read part 1. It can be found here: https://inkbunny.net/s/1896786

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“We need to stop at home. I have to change,” he told his dominant partner.

“We don’t need to stop at home. I came prepared for this eventuality,” the lagomorph responded cheerfully. Rather than move to the driver’s side of the vehicle, Ari opened the back door and rummaged in the picnic basket from earlier in the day. He pulled out a couple of bulky, plastic-backed, disposable diapers. One was white covered with a pattern of colorful blocks each emblazoned with a stylized number or letter, the other had silver stars and dots of various sizes speckled across a vibrant pink backdrop. “Now tell me, pup: Which one do you prefer?”

Negasi’s ears drooped and he felt heat flood his face. He stared bashfully at his options out of the corner of his eye. In his embarrassment, he was unable to look directly at his rabbit lover who somehow managed to stand confidently with the protection held in open view in his paws. The jackal had specifically not worn printed diapers on their date in order to remain as inconspicuous as possible in case his padding peeked out above his waistline and became visible against his cinnamon pelt. He sputtered incoherent objections for a second, but his mate merely cocked his head to the side and drew attention to the slender chain around his neck. The one and only key to Negasi’s chastity cage dangled from it, hidden beneath the bunny’s shirt and buried in his plush, ashen fur.

“The blocks,” he eventually managed to stammer.

His sheath plumped against the unforgiving steel of the device that encased his member and prevented it from becoming erect. He was surprised to find himself strangely aroused by the humiliation he had been subjected to throughout the day so far. Little could come of that arousal, however, with the tiny brass padlock in place, past an unfulfilled throbbing in his loins.

The lapine flashed a knowing smile, scenting his stimulation with a slight twitch of his nose.

“Good choice! Now hop on back here and I’ll change you as a reward for doing so well so far today,” Aristotle offered.

The canid struggled with the notion. At once he was elated, since fluffy-furred boyfriend was not nearly as into age-play as he was and an offer to facilitate it was definitely a pleasant thing to hear. But at the same time his stomach fluttered uncomfortably at the potential public exposure. It was broad daylight, and while Ari had parked far enough away from the theater that there were no cars in their immediate vicinity, any anthro could easily drive by without much warning and spot them from the right angle. Being changed by his partner was a rare treat, and the excitement of being cared for like a cub (along with a sincere yearning for his cock to be free of its prison at the end of the day) was strong enough that he ended up unbuckling his seatbelt. He quickly waddled over and plopped down. Even as a smaller breed of wolf, he was in mid-20s and was over five-and-a-half feet tall. He blushed furiously as his frame awkwardly contorted to fit almost entirely in the back seat of the car. His shoulders were propped up against the door, while his lower legs and paws extended out into the open air on either side of his mate’s thighs.

“Legs up, pup,” the dominant lapine ordered.

Negasi did as told and hoisted his legs and hips. His partner deftly undid the cuberow’s belt and fly, and shimmied the tight denim off of his hindquarters. He then untaped the completely soaked padding and pulled it free, rolled it into a squishy ball and set it aside in a plastic bag to be thrown away later. The cool air caressed the vulnerable canine’s damp crotch fur, teasing him with a reminder of just how utterly exposed he was. The tip of his crimson member pressed needfully against the metal bars restraining it and leaked a bead of glistening pre. Aristotle snickered as he quickly placed the chosen diaper beneath his lover’s rump and gave him a puff of powder from a bottle he withdrew from the picnic basket.

A couple quick motions later and the lagomorph had the diaper snugly taped into place before the cloud of perfumed had even cleared. Aristotle gave the padding a few heavy taps with his palm before shimmying his lover’s jeans back up and forcing them around the bulky protection, creating a prominent, crinkly bulge.

“Where to now?” The jackal inquired, shyly glancing away and sniffing at the obvious fragrance that now emanated from him.

“Well, I figured if you are going to be padded more often from now on, we should probably get you some clothes that better fit over your diapers. Why don’t we go shopping?” The cashmere rabbit explained, casually angling his folded ear over his shoulder before sauntering around the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.

The nearest shopping mall was scarcely a couple of blocks away from the theater and the pair arrived within minutes. They struggled to find parking with the weekend crowding, but before long had managed to pull into a space. Before heading to the door, Aristotle reached into the backseat and pulled out a satchel he commonly wore and slung it over his shoulder. He then pointedly retrieved the spare diaper and dropped it in with a wink toward his boyfriend.

“For your next change,” he clarified with a wink. “Just let me know when you need it.”

And with that, they went inside.

The multilevel structure was buzzing with activity. A cacophony of sounds and smells greeted them as they entered the building. Every store was bustling and throngs of friends gathered and chatted loudly in rough semi-circles. They stopped to grab a drink, iced coffee for the bunny and sweet tea for the jackal. Negasi intended to just get a small, since he had already had so much to drink at the cinema, but his boyfriend quickly made sure that the barista gave them the largest-size beverage on offer. From there, the couple ambled through the main walkway to visit some prefered shops. Aristotle had his normal, self-assured stride, while his partner toddled along gracelessly after him, regularly checking to make sure that his embarrassing padding wasn’t visible and tugging down on the hem of his shirt. All the while he elicited theatrical eye rolls from his companion.

With no real intent to purchase much that day, they were free to window shop at their leisure, provided they could maneuver the crowds. The cuberow felt a little claustrophobic with the masses of shoppers but managed to still have fun spending the day with his mate. Ari dragged his lover into media and pop-culture stores and delighted in ordering him to bend down and pick objects up off the bottom shelf for him to take a look at, or to reach up for something up high. The whole time, the lapine smirked to himself as inches of crinkly, patterned plastic became painfully obvious. The canid nearly hyperventilated at one point as he squatted down to fetch a box for his boyfriend, knowing anthros milled about right behind him.

The rabbit eventually took his partner into a clothing boutique, overwhelming Negasi as he loaded up the wild dog’s arms with a series of outfits with seemingly little rhyme or reason to the selection. Aristotle eventually shoved his submissive to the back of the shop where the dressing rooms were. After waiting for one of the many alcoves to become vacant, the canine was given his instructions.

“Try on each set of clothes. After you put on each outfit, come on out so I can tell you how it looks. I’ll even be nice and let you pick the order you wear them in,” the lagomorph stated, directing his mate toward the changing room with a gentle swat to his padded behind, a poignant reminder of his diapered state.

Negasi shuffled into the small room and drew the curtain shut before dropping his armload onto the bench inside. He shivered, nerve-wracked that there would be only a thin screen separating him from dozens of other anthros while he undressed and, though briefly, wore only his diaper in a public space. The last thing he needed was for an unsuspecting fur to pull open the barrier and humiliate him by revealing his nearly naked form. He looked at the array of clothing before him, ultimately deciding it best to choose a set before disrobing.

One outfit was very much his normal style; layered shirts and a pair of blue jeans, emphasizing earthy greens and browns. The clothes were clearly a couple sizes too large though, more than exceeding what he needed to cover the bulkiest diapers he owned, even if he layered them a couple thick. The second set of clothing was more in line with what his lover tended to wear. A form-hugging, black tank-top with vibrant splashes of pastels across it and tight, pale, acid-wash denim, along a couple of arm bands. It looked as if he had picked clothes that would better fit the rabbit as well. They were definitely a size too tight for him and he was going to struggle to pull them on, let alone have them conceal his disposable underwear.

The third and final set of clothes were actually sized appropriately, though were embarrassing in their own right. They were clearly picked up when he wasn’t looking because he would’ve noticed right away if he’d been more focused on his mate and not distracted by constantly double-checking that his padding didn’t show. Negasi couldn’t help but love the outfit. He wished he had the courage to wear something like it more regularly than just when entertaining his boyfriend for a brief moment. If the jackal would wear anything over his diaper on the weekends the final set of clothes would be it: A goofy cartoon-printed tee and wide-legged cargo shorts cut a little above the knee were accompanied by a colorful cap. The entire ensemble had the distinct appearance of something a fur twenty years or more younger than he would wear. The wolf wasn’t sure what the most brazen outfit was, but he decided to save the cub-style one for last and begin with the oversized set of clothes that he normally would wear.

He stripped down and blushed at the mirror upon seeing himself stand in only a, poofy, printed diaper before quickly donning the chosen clothes. They were absurdly baggy, to the point where he had to actively grasp at the fabric and hold the pants up, lest they fall to the floor. With a final glance at his appearance he noted that he looked very much like an innocent cub playing dress-up, which was, now that he thought about it, likely the bunny’s intent. With a deep breath he shambled meekly out of the changing room, and with ears drawn nervously back and his tail tucked between his legs with shame, he revealed his outfit while doing all he could do to not trip over the legs of his jeans.

Ari was staring right at him with a mischievous smile, though the other furs around seem to be paying him no attention. The cuberow twisted and shrugged and looked behind himself. He fidgeted through the experience of turning and showing off his getup, hoping that nowhere did the clothing droop low enough to expose his padded state. After a nod from his lover, he returned to the small room, drew the curtain and stripped again. He fought to get the next outfit on. After much struggling, he managed to just barely yank the extremely tight pants on over his diaper. The canid repeated the process of modeling his clothes, heart thudding in his ears. This time, the snug clothing revealed the obvious shape of his diaper and some of the rustling plastic peaked up between the low-cut waistline of the jeans and the higher hem of the shirt. Luckily, the colorful block pattern blended in with the flamboyant clothing. And while Negasi was hyper-aware of the shape of his protection under clothing, he had to actively remind himself that most anthros were probably not staring at his ass nor as immediately able to recognize a diaper for what it was. 

Finally it was time to try on the last outfit. The timid wolf truly enjoyed the youthful appearance it gave him, once he was fully dressed. It was slightly baggy, though not nearly oversized to the extent that his first set of clothing was (this ensemble merely a single size too large), which only added to the youthful aesthetic. He stared at himself longer than needed to in the mirror, enjoying the sight, before wandering back out. Being the third time he had done so, he was a bit more relaxed and the slight hint of smile graced his muzzle.

Eventually, after showing off the set of clothes, he dressed properly and went back out to meet Ari.

“See, not a single fur paid one bit of attention to you,” the bunny claimed, taking the armload of clothes from his companion.

To the wolf’s surprise Aristotle didn’t set the entire bundle aside. He kept the final outfit in his paws and made his way toward the register. While he had indulged Negasi’s age-play fetish plenty of times in the past, he rarely went out of the way to outright encourage it since it really wasn’t his thing. The gesture of buying him something to engage in it was actually really touching. The canine found himself involuntarily wagging with delight despite the ongoing apprehension about the day’s humiliation.

As they returned to the main pathway of the shopping mall, the excess of soda and tea had caught up with the wild dog and he desperately needed to pee. Having already passed the barrier of wetting himself in public in the theater without incident, his aversion had lessened a bit, but now he was in a well-lit place with many furs milling about. Negasi took a deep breath and tried to relax. 

When nothing happened right away, he began to try to force a flow from his caged sheath. He managed a small spurt of urine, followed by a steady trickle. Much like with earlier, waiting until he really had to go to relieve himself was a poor choice. Once the dam burst he found he couldn’t stop and within seconds he had a flood piss draining into his padding. As he awkwardly staggered due to his diaper swelling with warmth and moisture (and making the bulge in his jeans that much more prominent), he found that he had to stop walking and let it finish.

Ari also stopped and turned to his lover with a slight sniff and a perceptive leer. The look of utter relief in the cuberow’s golden eyes was poorly concealed. It quickly skewed into one of horror and shame when he glanced down and was shocked to see that there was a growing damp spot on his inner thigh. A small, yellow puddle, just a couple of sizeable drops really, began pooling by his footpaw, dribbling relentlessly from his pant leg.

“What’s wrong, pup?” The lapine teased.

“I-I’m leaking. I need a change. Now!” Negasi urged in a hushed voice and stepping in close to his partner. The canid struggled between wanting to bend over and cover his crotch to hide the leak and attempting to not draw attention to himself at all.

“I’m sorry, it’s loud in here. You’ll have to speak up.”

“I need a change!” He reiterated, marginally louder.

“Change what?” Aristotle flipped his ear over in an exaggerated fashion.

“I need a new diaper!” He exclaimed harshly, blood rushing to his face. He didn’t quite shout, but the stress caused him to announce the statement far louder than intended. He quieted back down after noticing that a couple of anthros briefly toss a curious glance their way. “Can I have the bag?”

“No, but you can have this,” the lagomorph dug into the bag and withdrew the diaper that his mate hadn’t chosen in the car and held it toward him. Negasi tentatively took the pink and silver plastic and clutched it tightly between his torso and his forearm to hide it from view as best he could. He hoped that with its very loud coloration no one would immediately recognize it for what it was. “And if you throw your used one away in the trash can out here instead of in the restroom, I’ll even let you wear your new clothes instead of being stuck with your wet jeans.”

He considered the offer and after some slight hesitation ended up agreeing with an awkward, erratic nod. The cub-appropriate outfit might draw a few more eyes toward him than the demure canine was normally comfortable with, but hopefully it would be fewer than if he wandered around for a while with an embarrassing damp splotch on his crotch. Ari reached into the shopping bag and gave his beau the bundle of clothing.

The submissive male immediately rushed into the nearest bathroom. His face burned hot as he leaned against a bathroom wall and waited for a stall to become available for the better part of a minute. He tried to angle himself to best hide his damp pants while covering the fresh padding with the assortment of clothes. He fidgeted anxiously, completely failing to appear nonchalant. 

Once a cubicle opened up, he ducked quickly inside and slammed and locked the door. The jackal undressed and hung his clothes on the hook on the inside of the stall door. His swollen diaper sagged wetly between his thighs. It no longer freely drizzled as it had shortly after he soaked it, but it continued to steadily drip. Rather than having leaked from around one of the leg holes, as happened on occasion, it seemed to be dripping from the center. This struck the cuberow as odd. He tore the tapes free and cringed as the obnoxious sound of the adhesive ripping from the plastic echoed against the tiled walls and floor of the public bathroom, well above the ambient noise of the coming and going of the other anthros. To any fur that had ever heard the sound of a diaper being done or undone, it was an obvious noise.

When Negasi rolled the padding into a tight ball to throw away his paws dampened. He curiously scrutinized the wadded up, wet diaper in his paw. As he eyed the protection dubiously, he noticed a series of claw pricks and tears in the crinkly lining of the plastic. The marks were suspiciously the exact size and shape of his mate’s claws. and the wolf immediately deduced that it had been sabotaged.

The canid picked up his fresh diaper with a sigh and set about putting it on. After a thorough inspection to ensure that it hadn’t also been tampered with, he skewed his face and set about a plan to don it. He was unaccustomed to doing so while standing up after a few years having the luxury of laying on the bed or on the floor. He decided that leaning against the wall of the stall to hold it against his rump would be best while taping it on. Doing so worked well enough, though he had to adjust and readjust the tapes until they fit properly, loudly and repeatedly alerting the entire public bathroom to his padded state.

Despite his restlessness at wearing only his diaper in a public restroom, he wished he had a mirror to view himself in. He didn’t too often venture into sissy territory while enjoying little-space, so he only had a small stash of the pink padding for when the desire struck. He was actually surprised that it one of the ones his mate had chosen.

Negasi pulled on his freshly-bought set of clothes. They fit loosely and he had to take special precautions to prevent them from sagging low enough that it revealed his embarrassing, disposable underwear. The character-print on his tee and his shorts were certainly immature, but not necessarily out of place enough for a fur his age that it would alert others to his proclivities, though the vivid-pink diaper certainly would.

After changing he folded his old set of clothes neatly as he could and carried them out along with his used padding. The jackal couldn’t bring himself to look at the faces of the other anthros as he as he strode out as casually as he could muster, but despite this, he was sure that furs were giving him sidelong glances and sniggering to their friends while their eyes darted to his used diaper. His heart pounded as he fought to maintain his mellow demeanor throughout the ordeal. He was clearly clad differently than before entering the stall. Between that, and carrying an obviously wet diaper in one paw, he was certain that he stood out. He paused for a moment at the sink to clean his paws and had to set the rolled-up, crinkly protection on the counter. The canine shrunk into himself and blushed furiously as anthros washed their paws beside him.

Negasi quickly walked out and dropped the ruined padding in the trash before returning to his boyfriend, ears and tail involuntarily wilting just a bit. The white- and lavender- furred rabbit held the shopping bag open for his and he tossed his old clothes inside.

When the pair returned to the car Ari fetched an unexpected item from his satchel. He reached in and pulled out Spike. Spike was the wolf’s favorite plush toy. He was an anthropomorphic hedgehog of cartoonish proportions that was about a foot tall. His limbs were conical, narrow at the hips and shoulders, and widened out to two-inch circular paws. Soft, triangular, silver spines ran down from the back of his oversized head to his tiny tail and his small, round underbelly was a snowy white. He had a pair of wide black buttons sewn-on for eyes, and had clearly been well-loved since Negasi was only a cub. The canid was amazed to see that his partner had managed to secret the large comfort object out of their apartment with him.

“This is a lot more...overt than anything else we’ve done today,” the bunny acknowledged, “so I’ll give you a choice on this one. If you keep this with you wherever we go for the rest of the night, when I unlock you- if you deserve to be unlocked- I’ll give you an extra surprise treat. Deal?”

Negasi weighed the choice. His budding humiliation fetish combined with being padded all day had made him undeniably horny. He was incredibly eager for release, and the thought of potentially increasing his pleasure later that night was enticing. The chastity cage restricting his sheath seemed to grow tighter as he eventually gave into temptation and snatched the stuffed toy. He clutched it tightly throughout the car ride in fear of losing his resolve to go through with the offer.

The final place the couple went to as the afternoon drifted slowly but surely into evening was a popular arcade-bar that they both favored. The cuberow loved playing the games while Aristotle enjoyed the lively atmosphere and chance to socialize. The night spot also offered a fair selection of pub food, so they would be able to grab dinner there as well. They snagged a table before the place became too crowded for the night to claim one, and then each ordered a drink and a small selection of messy finger foods. 

The bartender, who ended up being a rather cute hedgehog himself, cocked his head to the side curiously upon seeing the jackal’s youthful attire, and in particular, his plushy. He had a bemused look on his face as though he wasn’t sure whether or not a prank was being pulled on him that he didn’t fully understand, but checked their IDs and served them without unnecessary comment. As they made their way back to their table, Negasi looked back at the bartender who shoved his glasses up his snoot while his eyes flickered again to the toy hedgehog. He tossed the canine a sly wink and a smirk before turning back to duties behind the bar.

The pair played games and generally enjoyed one another’s company, holding paws and stealing kisses throughout the night. Spike ended up accompanying them the entire time, occasionally even eliciting remarks from other patrons over how adorable it was sitting on the corner of an arcade cabinet or resting atop its owner’s shoulder. Every once in a while, after he had already downed a couple of beers, the jackal found himself so at ease and engrossed in a game of pinball or the like that he would aggressively lean over the machine with several inches of crinkly plastic readily visible to the world without even realizing it for minutes at a time. The alcohol helped him not worry too much beyond a blush, a quick glance around, and a couple of seconds spent rearranging his immature garb. 

On one such occasion, Ari sauntered up behind him just as he was finishing a particularly intense game and squeezed his padding. The lagomorph was pleased to find that his boyfriend had managed wet himself at least once again at some point and squished the soggy diaper against his butt.

“It’s been long enough that I think you deserve to be unlocked,” Aristotle breathed into the wolf’s suddenly attentive ear. “Follow me.”

Negasi watched as his lapine lover sauntered toward the bathrooms and, with a final, seductive leer at his beloved, slipped inside. The cuberow heard his heartbeat thunder in his ears. Their day had been pretty adventurous so far, especially by their relatively non-kinky standards, but having sex in a public restroom was pushing their boundaries further than ever before. Still, the canid had been locked for quite a while (for him), and he was eager to be freed from his miniature metal prison.

After ensuring that nobody was paying attention to him, he hitched up his sagging shorts and seized his plushy. He then followed his partner into the restroom, Spike dangling by one arm from his paw. The door swung open to reveal his boyfriend leaning against the wall, swaying the small padlock key on its chain, playfully twirling it about his claws. Ari lavisciously eyed the canid and stepped forward, forcing him back against the shutting door. The rabbit leaned in close and huffed a hot line of breath across his mate’s collarbone and neck and ground his hips against the jackal’s. The pressure rubbed his cage against his diaper and caused his sheath to swell, fighting a losing battle its merciless confines.

Negasi gasped with delight as his boyfriend nipped enthusiastically along his throat.

The bunny tilted his head back and let his oar-lop ears flop over his shoulders as he suddenly kissed his lover hard. His tongue immediately probed for entry into his submissive’s muzzle. The canine practically melted as he granted him access and felt warmth flood his face and loins and had to consciously keep from dropping his treasured toy to the floor. He uttered a needy whimper as the dominant lagomorph slid his paw into the damp diaper while their tongues passionately danced about. Negasi felt the key scratch across the fuzz of his pelvis while Ari blindly located the lock to the cage with surprising finesse. With a simple click the lock sprung loose and the ring and tube of the device separated. The dextrous lapine withdrew them along with his paw, but let them clatter to the floor. He moved his other paw up his mate’s shirt, tangling his claws in the coarse fur of his torso, never once breaking their kiss, while returning the first to massage the wild dog’s growing hardness.

Negasi’s velvety member was finally free and quickly expanded to its full length. The thick eight inches of marbled, veiny crimson jabbed into the soft interior of his protection as it worked its way out of his sheath. Negasi trembled as his knot popped free and moaned into his lover’s maw. The rabbit gently ran his paw, slick with wolf pre, across the hot flesh of his erection. Aristotle’s fingers moved lower and fondled the hefty canine sac. His long, sylphlike digits reaching just far enough to wriggle between his cleft and tease his submissive’s tailhole, making his partner tense with anticipation.

“You’ve earned your fun, pup,” the dominant lagomorph huskily praised him between kisses. He finally stepped back, panting heavily. His own rigid shaft was clearly outlined in his tight jeans. He pulled from his pocket a small bottle of lube no larger than his palm. From his other pocket he secrected something that the canine couldn’t see before the rabbit closed fist tightly around it. “Turn around- If I were you I’d lean against the door to keep any furs from walking in on us.”

Negasi watched as his lover unzipped his pants and shimmied them, along with his vibrantly-colored jockstrap, down his thighs enough to reveal his thrumming maleness. The rabbit began to oil his length with a generous drizzle from the bottle while his boyfriend turned and pressed his chest and cheek against the door to the public restroom. His back was arched to present his cushioned rump and he held Spike firmly in front of his navel with both paws. Seven inches of creamy-peach rabbit cock smoothly extended from its sheath before tapering to a point. It leaked beads of watery pre from its tip. The wet slap of lube being applied echoed off of the tiles until the bunny was satisfied and put the bottle away. Ari stepped forward until he was immediately behind his mate and nibbled at his folded-back ear, his pronounced buckteeth catching the canine’s sensitive skin and drawing a throaty whine from him.

Ari again shoved his paw down the diaper and his pressed a finger at the cuberow’s hot entrance, his claws still moist with the lube he had just applied to his quivering shaft. Quickly and skillfully, he slipped a digit inside, venturing forth until he was all of the to his knuckle. He beckoned inside Negasi, causing the canid to squirm with pleasure as he tantalized his sweet spot again and again. Soon a second finger joined the first and the bunny repeatedly scissored them apart while twisting his wrist, stretching his lover’s hole in preparation. The jackal writhed and bit his lip to muffle his moans of bliss as his boyfriend moved his well-practiced paw in and out of the tight ring. His rigid cock leaked copious amounts of precum into his padding as he supported himself against the bathroom door.

After the lapine enjoyed himself for a few moments longer, he withdrew his fingers from his mate’s heat, leaving his boyfriend feeling empty, eager, and needy. Within seconds, Aristotle grabbed the rustling plastic of the diaper and roughly jerked the back of it down a couple of inches to just beneath Negasi hindquarters, exposing his hole to the cool caress of the air while still keeping his groin snuggled against the padding. The fluffy anthro lined the tip of his aching phallus up with the base his partner’s dipstick tail. He poked and prodded, letting his sensitive rod glide across the fur of his companion’s ass, reveling in the occasional sensation of skin brushing against skin when his meat swept across his lover’s opening.

Finally, with one slow, measured thrust he sunk in to the hilt. Inch after inch of engorged rabbit flesh buried itself into the trembling wolf until Ari’s sheath butted up against his lover. The lagomorph felt his sac swing against his mate’s heavy balls, the impact cushioned by the disposable underwear between them. The material noisily crackled as it creased and shifted. Negasi clenched down on the invading member, causing his top to groan with delight. The bunny slid back out most of the way and then plunged forth again, far quicker the second time.

Aristotle was rougher than usual. He was undeniably aroused from forcing his submissive to humiliate himself throughout the day and he was also incredibly horny despite having already cum twice since sunrise. He bucked into his lover with wild abandon, at one point even bracing himself by placing a footpaw against the door next to his partner’s hip as he pistoned away, eliciting wanton moans from the diaper-loving canine. Whimpering, Negasi pressed back against his mate’s pelvis, urging the thick cock to delve deeper within him.

Without warning a buzz resonated over their panting. 

“Here’s that special reward I promised you, pup!” The lapine huffed.

Ari reached around the cuberow and suddenly pressed something hard and alive with energy against the front of the wolf’s unconventional underwear. Powerful vibrations reverberated through the soft padding, igniting every nerve ending in the canid’s throbbing shaft. It was a feeling that Negasi was intimately familiar with. He knew in an instant that his boyfriend had brought their miniature vibrator. His sodden diaper, and by extension his needy erection, quaked pleasantly, and the sensation quickly pushed the fur to the edge of orgasm. He whined and moaned and fought to muffle his cries of bliss as his lover gyrated into his abused hole while pleasuring him with their favored sex toy.

It wasn’t long before the jackal felt himself approach the point of no return. He’d been ready for this moment all day due to his denial while repeatedly being encouraged to indulge in his strange fetish. Negasi’s breathing became uneven and he started to hump and grind against the paw-sized wand. His testicles tightened as his dominant drove into him again and again. With a feral growl he unleashed his seed into his padding. He shuddered as he came, erupting a mess of jackal semen into his already wet diaper. The hot, sticky spunk mixed with piss and started to drip down and around his genitals as he continued to unload splatters of cum.

The tension of his climax caused him to clench tightly around his lover’s rod, drawing him closer to the brink as well. The bunny’s nose twitched erratically as he scented the distinct smell of his mate’s orgasm in the air. With a few final, powerful humps, Ari hilted his submissive and pumped ropes his essence into him. He clamped down on his collar with his teeth as he did. The duo both stifled moans while the rabbit climaxed. After his spurts of jizz had finally subsided they huffed and jointly slumped forward against the bathroom door. Aristotle eventually mustered the energy to pull his softening length from his boyfriend and tugged the canine’s diaper back up more or less into its proper place. He then stuffed himself back into his jock and buttoned the fly on his jeans.

Negasi felt a trickle of cum start to leak from his used ring as he redid his own shorts around the bulky padding. The scent of sweat and sex hung about them as an arousing miasma.

“Come on, pup, let’s go play more games...and you might want to get used to that wet diaper. You’re not changing anymore unless I change you, and I might not feel like it until morning.”

The cuberow blushed and he turned and leaned in for a kiss once more.