Negasi is a jackal who likes to unwind after a stressful day at work by putting on a diaper and pretending that he’s a cub again. His rabbit mate, Aristotle, indulges his fetish in exchange for humoring one of his own, locking the canine in a chastity device. Unfortunately, Negasi is too nervous to wear his diapers while out in public despite his boyfriend’s assurances that everyone is so preoccupied with themselves that they won’t notice. Tired of being stuck at home on weekends so that his partner can be padded without feeling embarrassed, the bunny devises a plan to help Negasi overcome his fears: The cock cage doesn’t come off until his lover spends a day diapered in public.

Part 1 of 2.

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Negasi flung open the door and rushed inside. It had scarcely slammed shut behind him before he began stripping off his work attire while scampering to his bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in his wake. The cuberow nearly tripped several times as he shrugged off his shirt and attempted to step out of his pants mid-dash. Once finally in his bedroom, the excited anthro peeled off his most loathed article of clothing; his last token of maturity. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, he tugged down the tight, white-cotton briefs and kicked them aside. It was finally Friday afternoon and the canine didn’t intend to don adult underwear again until he was forced to dress properly for work come Monday morning.

He stood naked save for the one thing he couldn’t remove. A cage of slender, stainless-steel bars encased his sheath and was connected a sturdy ring that wrapped behind his hefty sac. The aggravating device was adhered firmly in place with a shiny, miniature brass padlock. Only Aristotle, his mate, had the key to it. It would remain where it was at least until the rabbit came home a little later in the evening.

Negasi’s lagomorph lover was willing to play along with his particular kinks, as long as the he responded in kind by letting the domineering bunny lock his member away while they were apart. 

The nude jackal trotted to the closet that held his stash, wagging his tail excitedly as he went. He pulled open the sliding door and gazed upon his treasures. Dozens of packages of adult diapers were stacked within and sorted by style. In his impressive cache he had everything from plain padding to poofy patterns best befitting sissies and cubs. Spoiled for choice, he hesitated briefly before finally making a selection. The canid withdrew one of the thickest options. A favorite of his, the crinkly, white plastic was bulky and decorated with a kaleidoscope of highly-stylized, rainbow-colored paw- and hoof-prints. 

He unfolded the rustling protection and laid it out just right on the bed before plopping onto it. Negasi wished that his boyfriend was there to diaper him, but he didn’t want to wait a second longer to experience the relaxing sensation of being padded. He reached over and opened a drawer in his nightstand to retrieve a bottle of powder. A few good shakes unleashed a snow of fragrant particles over his crotch. He combed some into the coarse fur around his sheath and balls with his claws, revelling in the distinctive scent. Satisfied with the dusting across his groin, the cuberow folded the diaper up over his chastity cage. His practiced paws taped the disposable garment in place with a couple of swift motions. Once he was pleased with its tight and even fit he hopped off the bed and went to examine himself in the bathroom mirror. 

Technically, he was a small breed of wolf. Negasi had the common body type and tail shape for such a species, only more slight of build than the average lupine. The skin on his nose, pawpads, and inner-ears was charcoal black and his irises held a scintillating, golden hue. With the rough coloration of a fox (from his cinnamon fur to the instantly recognizable dark dipstick tip of his short tail) and the stature of a coyote, the jackal was regularly confused for every species of wild dog under the sun. The mystery gave him an exotic edge to his appearance, which troubled him to no end, even if he had learned to live with it. He did not like to stand out. 

The diaper taped tightly around his hips was a tangible comfort after a hard week at the office. It made him look the part of the oversized cub he wanted to be for the weekend and helped him feel at ease. As if it held magical properties, the stress of work and responsibilities of adulthood melted away while he wore it. He toddled out of the bathroom clad in nothing but his padding. The plush material between his thighs made his gait delightfully awkward and clumsy.

The canine made a brief detour through the kitchen, where he hastily grabbed plenty of snacks and drinks for the afternoon, then waddled out into the living room and dropped his armload of goodies. He flopped down on the rug next to the miniature hoard of cookies, crackers, and juice boxes, laying on his belly and contentedly kicking his feet through the air behind his rump. He mulled over the tough decision of whether to play video games or to color and watch cartoons for a few hours while waiting for his partner to get home. He eventually decided on the former so he wouldn’t have to get back up and track down a box of crayons and a coloring-book. Shortly after reaching for the controller he was oblivious to the world, enthusiastically tapping away at the buttons.

Aristotle arrived home some time later to find his mate surrounded by crumbs and thoroughly engrossed in his game with his diaper sodden from the many boxes of juice the anthro had downed during his relaxation. The lapine smiled and sighed theatrically, standing at the edge of the room for a minute before his boyfriend did a double-take and registered him there. A quick glance at the clock revealed to the wolf that a few hours had gone by in the blink of an eye. 

Aristotle, or Ari for short, was an oar-lop-eared cashmere rabbit. His fluffy pelt was pristinely white, contrasting sharply with the deep hues of the tight black shirt and blue jeans that he was wearing. The tips of his ears, fingers, and toes (as well as his pubic mound, Negasi was intimately familiar with) all had a vibrant splotch of lavender fur. There was also a narrow steak of similarly-colored fur that ran from the top of his head between his ears down to the tip of his short snoot. His eyes were a crisp, icey blue and what little skin he had that was visible was a rosey cream in color. He stood a head below than his lover, and since his ears folded outward rather than standing erect, they didn’t help mask his short stature. He had a similarly slim build to the canid, though where his partner’s body was compact, tone muscle with some faint definition that was only barely visible beneath his rough coat, the bunny had a more wiry frame.

The cuberow blushed as he paused his game, embarrassed at being so absorbed in his hobby that he hadn’t heard the other anthro come in. He dropped his controller, scrambled upright, moved quickly to embrace his mate in a tight hug.

“Why am I not surprised to find you like this?” The lagomorph admonished playfully, arms pinned at this sides. 

Negasi’s ears flattened bashfully as his beloved chuckled and gave him a light peck on the side of his muzzle before gracefully extracting himself from the cuddle.

“You aren’t going to lay there in a diaper playing video games and watching cartoons all weekend are you?” Ari asked with a cocked brow.

“It’s the only time I get to wear one,” the wolf complained, having been prepared to do that very thing.

“We don’t get much time off together, we should spend the day out tomorrow,” suggested the lapine. “I don’t want to just lay around the apartment bored all weekend while you indulge your cub side.”

“You have fun by going out, though. I relax by doing...this,” Negasi explained, motioning to himself and toward to veritable nest of childish belongings on the floor. All about the room were telltale signs of the jackal’s habit- a toy car here, a plushy there.

“They aren’t mutually exclusive, you know? You enjoy our dates as much as I do. I don’t see why you can’t just wear your diaper when we go out,” the long-eared anthro needled. 

“I can’t be padded outside. Someone might see!” His lover whined. Despite their privacy, he lowered his voice to scarcely more than a whisper as he talked about taboo. As much as he enjoyed role-playing as a young pup, he still felt intense shame and embarrassment whenever referring to his preferred underwear aloud.

“No one will notice. Everyone is only concerned with themselves. Once you get over this worry, you can have a lot more fun wearing whatever, whenever you want. You know what? I’m going to prove it to you,” Aristotle claimed as reached a paw into the neckline of his shirt and pulled out a thin, silver-chain necklace. Dangling from it was the key to the lock securing the canine’s chastity device.

“I’m not going to unlock your cage until we go on a date where you are padded the entire time,” the rabbit continued. “Whether that happens tomorrow...or next week...or next month...or next year, is entirely up to you. You can stay home and scribble in your coloring book, but it will mean no cumming when we have sex, and certainly no pawing off, until you do as I say.”

“B-but-”

“And I’m going to have special tasks for you while we are out in order to help get you comfortable wearing your diapers in public. You’ll have to do exactly what I tell you. Deal?” 

He swayed the key on its chain like a pendulum. It twisted and glinted in the light as it lazily weaved through the air, reflecting beautifully in Negasi’s widened eyes. 

The wolf considered the offer. He had rarely spent longer than three full days locked up, and if he decided postpone their date he wouldn’t have another chance at freedom until the following weekend, at the earliest. He knew that Ari would enjoy himself either way. The bunny would either get to indulge his ever-growing keyholding fetish by keeping him pent-up and eager for release, or he would get a romantic date with a few kinky surprises for his boyfriend along the way. Negasi trusted his longtime partner to not go too extreme or push him past what he knew he could handle. And it was true that his life would become instantly more satisfying if he could finally abide wearing his diapers out in public spaces.

With some hesitation, he finally offered a meek nod.

“Wonderful! Now let’s get you changed before you leak all over the rug.” The lagomorph grasped his mate’s paw and dragged him back into the bedroom.

The following morning the canid awoke late, not having bothered to set an alarm. He groggily snuggled his face into his boyfriend’s plush chest-fur to block out the offending sunlight filtering in through the blinds. Negasi’s bladder ached, and his sheath was sore from swelling against its unyielding confines with his nocturnal erections. Not wanting to leave the serene comfort of his sleeping partner’s embrace, he took a deep breath, inhaling the lapine’s soothing scent, and let himself relax. He released his pee into his protection. A steady stream hissed against the soft lining and the thirsty padding wicked the urine from his fur. The crinkly-plastic backing ballooned as it absorbed the warm moisture and pushed against his inner thighs. A relieved sigh escaped the cuberow’s muzzle.

Aristotle started to rouse and twitched his nose at the faint odor. Yawning and blinking away his sleepiness, he stared down at his lover who peeked back up at him with a self-conscious grin. The rabbit lowered his paw from where it rested against the timid canine’s lower back and gave his rear a light swat before, eliciting a surprised jump from the jackal, before impishly squeezing the soggy padding. His crystal eyes flashed his eyes downward toward himself.

He slept in only his underwear, which was faintly visible beneath the shroud of their blanket.The form hugging jockstrap showed every contour of his crotch. It stretched taut over his plump sheath half-erect length. His sac formed a pronounced lump in the pouch of the revealing garment and the rich-purple spandex complemented his fur patterns well. At where his tip forced itself against the sheer cloth was a small, dark, damp spot from the pre he had leaked in the night. The scent of his arousal was as obvious as it was intoxicating.

The lapine leered and thrust his hips forward, grinding against the canid’s thigh.

“Lend me a paw, pup?” He said, more ordering than asking.

Negasi let his paw roam over his Ari’s impressive bulge and massaged the rigid flesh. He whimpered with need as he felt both his mate’s heavy balls against his paw pads and his own maleness strain against the unforgiving cage. He slipped his paw between the silky fur of his boyfriend’s thigh and the fabric of the underwear, and grasped the trembling member. He skillfully coaxed it to its full hardness and fondled the velvet length. It was smooth and tapered to a narrow tip. Though he couldn’t see it directly, the wolf knew the length was the same pale peach in color as the other bits of exposed flesh on the bunny’s body. It radiated heat, and the cuberow was enthralled by the potent aroma of lust his lover exuded.

He gently gripped the slick seven inches. Watery pre trickled over the back of his paw as he began to stroke up and down in a smooth and steady rhythm, using the lagomorph’s own emissions as lube.

Aristotle huffed out a ragged breath and dug his claws into his mate’s cushioned rear. He started humping into his paw. It was light bucking at first, but before long he was doing the majority of the labor and enthusiastically pistoned his hips into his submissive partner’s tight fist. His shaft tingled and his scrotum drew tight as he neared the point of no return.

Seconds later, he uttered a throaty moan and shuddered. His abdomen tightened as a rush of pleasure shot through him. With one final thrust, his cock erupted as he spasmed in ecstacy. Several strands of hot, sticky cum unloaded from his tip and splattered against his lover’s practiced paw. Negasi milked what he could from the quivering rod before withdrawing his paw and bringing the semen-glazed digits to muzzle. While his boyfriend panted and relaxed in the cozy afterglow of his climax, the horny jackal inhaled his scent deeply and lapped at the thick spunk that slowly cascaded down his claws. He savored the flavor, making sure to not lose a drop of the salty treat.

After a brief period of lazily watching the canine swallow his seed, Ari briefly glanced over at the the clock on the nightstand and noticed that it was already getting on into the morning.

“If you want to enjoy your little-space for a while before we go on our date, now’s your chance. If you think you can make that diaper last for another hour or two until we are ready to leave, why don’t you go watch some Saturday-morning cartoons while I pack us a picnic lunch?” He offered.

He tossed off the bedsheet and slid of bed to stand, his underwear stained with the last vestiges of his orgasm that leaked into the sheer fabric. Seeing his partner’s toned thighs and rounded ass beneath his upturned spade-tail nearly made Negasi whine with desire as he felt his sheath strain against the metal enclosing it. Aristotle paused and turned without warning, before leaning down and touching a paw to his lover’s jaw to angle up toward him. He closed his eyes and let his muzzle connect with his boyfriend’s. Their lips parted as they kissed. Their tongues danced briefly but passionately with each other’s before moment ended. The bunny tasted a hint of himself on the cuberow’s lips.

The unfulfilled canid then crawled out of bed as well and felt the weight of the sodden diaper sag between his legs.

Without bothering to dress, the wolf meandered out of the bedroom wearing nothing but his moist padding still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stepped over his tie, which he had left on the floor the previous evening in his haste to remove his work clothes, and grabbed the remote control to turn on some of his favorite shows. He became so swiftly and fully absorbed in the actions of the colorful adventures on screen that he zoned out to the point that where he scarcely heard his mate turn on the shower to wash off the previous day’s sweat and musk.

Aristotle took his time bathing. By the time he wandered into the living room wearing only a pair of low cut jeans, his damp towel still rolled up and draped over his shoulders, he found his beloved had downed more than a few glasses of juice and was far wetter than when they first awoke. He disappeared into the kitchen to prepare them a basket of treats, opting to skip breakfast as the morning was already getting late and it would soon enough be time for their picnic. Once he was satisfied he had enough for them, he set the basket aside and joined his other half. 

The rabbit sat on the couch rather than sprawl on the floor beside the jackal. They had an agreement that whenever the diaper-loving anthro was padded he wasn’t allowed to sit on the furniture, for fear of leaks damaging the upholstery. That worked just fine for Negasi, who enjoyed the dynamic and feel of being confined to the floor like a cub while his beau lounged like an adult. After allowing the canine a few more minutes to enjoy himself, Ari bent down to scoop up the remote and clicked the television off.

“I need you to be somewhat of an adult again, Negasi,” the lagomorph said.

His partner huffed and gave a fake pout, but appreciated that his mate let him have his time to indulge his admittedly strange fetish. “I know,” he acquiesced, standing.

“Go get dressed. And remember: Whether you choose to put on a fresh diaper or underwear is completely up to you. But, as you know, there is only one way I will unlock your cage,” the bunny reminded him with a smirk.

“I know,” the cuberow repeated as he rose and waddled off into the bedroom.

Standing there in his soggy padding he considered his options. His lover seemed committed to helping him feel comfortable wearing in public and also seemed quite intent on seeing his threat through. After a few days of abstinence and the morning’s activities, Negasi was very ready to have the cage removed so he could finally get fully erect and cum again. In the end, he took a deep breath and made his decision. He went to his his diaper stash and found an all-white diaper with blue tape tabs. He figured that on the chance that someone noticed he was padded they would likely assume the unadorned protection to merely be medically necessary. If he chose to wear something more ostentatious the fact that he wore for anything other than pleasure would be hard to deny, even by the casual observer.

After removing his wet diaper he taped on its replacement. The apprehensive canid lay still his diapered state on the bed and enjoyed the sensation of fresh, puffy padding. He tried calming his nerves about the big step he was about to take, but remained shaken. Eventually, he forced himself to gather some clothes and dress himself. The anthro immediately regretted his fashion sense.

The forest-green tee that he had chosen was well-fitted to his frame. Though it wasn’t perfectly tight across his body, the hem scarcely extended down past his waist. He knew he was going to have to take extra precautions to not bend or stretch too much in a way that would reveal his plastic waistband. His jeans, which were already generally snug to emphasis the body he was proud of fought against being pulled on and buttoned properly over the bulky padding. A brief glimpse toward the mirror told him that while it wasn’t immediately obvious that he was diapered at a quick glance, anyone who was paying attention would surely notice the signature bulge and shape of his protection. He fussed over his appearance for a bit he finally shuffled back out to see his boyfriend, who had by now finished dressing himself, donning a sky-blue shirt that emphasized his eyes.

“What did you pick?” The lapine inquired in a knowing tone.

Too embarrassed to vocalize the truth, the wolf bashfully lifted the front of his shirt. A solid inch of rustling plastic extended above the denim toward his belly.

“Good! Now be a good pup and do exactly as I tell you and I’ll let you cum when I fuck you tonight,” Ari said, winking before putting on a pair sunglasses. “Lunch in park first, I think.”

Within twenty minutes the duo were at a nearby public garden. The canine held the picnic basket while his lover laid out a blanket for them on a grassy slope, nestled between a playground and a small marble plaza with a fountain. Negasi shifted anxiously from footpaw to footpaw as he became hyper-aware of the many furs about. It was a beautiful early summer day and no anthro wanted to waste the gorgeous weather. Couples strolled together and small clusters of friends played sports. The many cheerful sounds of those enjoying themselves nearby could be heard from all directions.

The bunny took the basket from his partner’s grasp and gave him a pat on the rump. His light spank thumped against the thick padding. The canid winced while his boyfriend beamed. With their sensitive hearing, both were clearly able to detect the obvious crinkle above the din.

“Sit,” Aristotle commanded, setting down their food and reclining on the blanket. He propped himself up with his arms stretched out behind him and glanced meaningfully up at the wolf over the silver rim of his shades.

Tentatively, the cuberow took a seat as ordered. He settled tensely onto his hindquarters. The motion caused his shirt to ride up and he felt the gentle tickle of air against his lower back. He nervously reached behind himself and felt a few inches of rustling plastic above the waist of his jeans, followed by an inch or so of coarse fur, and finally the fabric of his shirt. His ears and cheeks flushed with warmth. He quickly cast about to see if any of the many anthros in the park noticed while scrambling to grasp the hem of his shirt and tug it down to cover his shameful attire. Ari swatted his paw away.

“Leave it,” he said simply, before turning to rummage through the basket.

The jackal whimpered softly, suddenly regretting the decision to wear completely white diapers when his coat was such a starkly contrasting color. He couldn’t keep from shifting and twisting and fidgeting and glancing from anthro to anthro to see if any of them noticed his padded state.

The rabbit pulled a couple of wine glasses out along with their light meal and poured them each a generous amount of sweet, if fairly tame, rosé.

“Here- to help you calm down,” the white-furred lagomorph stated, taking a sip from his glass as he handed the other to his partner. “Don’t worry, everyone is so wrapped up in their own little worlds that despite the fact that there are dozens of furs here, I doubt a single one has noticed. Even with how obvious it seems to you and me...and it is painfully obvious.”

Ari smiled unsympathetically.  

The canine tried to calm down, but he involuntarily tensed every time he heard a chuckle or whenever an anthro passed behind him. Despite his far more relaxed mate’s assurances, there was no way that other furs couldn’t have noticed with how obscenely exposed and obvious his diaper was. His paw shook as he took sips of his drink.

The warmth of the sun, the passage of time, and the assistance of the alcohol steadily helped him become less on edge, though the cuberow wouldn’t be able to claim to be comfortable by any stretch of the imagination by the time they finished eating.

“So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Negasi asked, eager to move on to a less populated area.

“I figured that we’d catch a movie, maybe hit the mall and do a bit a shopping, maybe dinner at some point, and then the gaming bar to close out the evening,” the rabbit explained as he stood and dusted off any lingering crumbs from their light meal. “One pass around the park real fast and then we will move on with our day. Oh, and don’t adjust your clothes,” the lapine added as his wolf partner stood. His shirt had already caught on the bulging plastic of his diaper rather than falling over it properly as he rose, leaving the same few inches uncovered as when they had been lounging on the knoll. “Pick up the blanket and basket please, love.”

Blood rushed to his face as Negasi bent at the waist, exposing a broad swath of crisp, white diaper backing, and gathered their picnic supplies as asked. Afterward, the couple walked paw-in-paw as they circled the gardens. They had made nearly a full loop around the gardens before the wine and the last remnants of the morning’s juice started to get to the canid’s bladder. He figured that he could probably hold it until he was at the theater and use the restroom there. He had finally worked up the courage necessary to wear his padding outside, but he didn’t think he had the fortitude to actually wet it in public.

Soon the pair were back in the car and pulling up to the cinema. The wolf bought their tickets on his phone while his boyfriend drove. Once they entered the theater he immediately started to head to the restroom to take care of his growing problem before their film started.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Aristotle inquired skeptically.

“I have to pee before the movie starts,” the jackal replied, tail drooping as he realized what was coming next.

The bunny said nothing for a moment. He just cocked his brow with a smug glance downward toward his submissive’s padded crotch. “Don’t. You’ll be just fine. Go grab us some seats and I’ll be right in,” he directed.

Negasi felt a small pang from his bladder and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold it through the whole movie, let alone the whole day, but decided to wait until the lights dropped and the film began before he attempted to let loose his bladder for the first time in public. He did as instructed and tottered into the theater. The movie was starting soon and most of the patrons had already taken their seats. The audience was fairly full, but not crowded. The diapered fur hobbled up to one of the back few rows that had no other anthros sitting in it. In a few minutes the lagomorph wandered in with a tub of popcorn and an enormous cup of soda.

“This is for you,” the lapine said quietly as he handed over the drink. “If it isn’t finished before the movie is over I’m not unlocking your cage no matter what happens today, so I’d start drinking now if I were you.”

The canine mewled meekly as he took the beverage and sucked down several large gulps. He immediately felt the pressure in his bladder swell. The trailers began and ended with him slurping away at his drink the entire time. His leg was bouncing and his footpaws danced on the floor with need by the time the lights started to dim completely and their film began. The crowd hushed as the movie’s audio dominated the chamber. Aristotle looked each direction to make sure that no other furs had joined their row before he leaned over and whispered directly into the cuberow’s ear, just loud enough for him to make out what the smaller mammal was saying.

“Take off your pants and give them to me. You’ll get them back when the credits start.”

Negasi’s heart thudded in his ears at the command. It was an intense request that went far beyond anything they had ever done before, but he really didn’t want to be locked up in his cage for another several days. He took a few deep breaths and steeled himself before moving his shaking paws to his lap and undoing his belt and flies. He hesitated for a moment longer before sliding his jeans off over his footpaws and kicking them toward his lover, who deftly scooped them up and put them on the seat on the other side of him, well out of the wolf’s reach.

It was too dark to clearly see and they were sitting near the back of the auditorium, the opposite direction of everyone’s attention, but the anthro had never felt so vulnerable before as he reclined back in his seat with his padding exhibited between his thighs. He couldn’t focus on the movie as he kept shifting his gaze this way and that to make sure that nobody had noticed his half-naked state. The entire time the desperate twinge in his bladder grew until it hit its peak about halfway through the film. He ached for release and involuntarily grabbed at his crotch while knocking his legs together. His paws continued to scuffle about on the floor, their increasing motion threatened to draw scrutiny to himself.

“You clearly have to go. Just do it,” his mate encouraged, his voice quiet but exuberant. “Go on and wet yourself. It is going to happen sooner or later anyway.”

The canid knew he was right. Ari wasn’t going to let him use the restroom and they had a full day planned. His bladder spasmed, warning that it would soon unburden itself whether he willed it or not. He whimpered softly and tried to release a small spurt of pee to relieve just the excess pressure and get used to the sensation of wetting in public. Despite Negasi’s need to go, having never wet himself with anyone other than his boyfriend made it difficult for him to get over the mental block. Eventually he fought through the unease and managed to force out a slight trickle. That small rivulet of urine quickly became a spray. Once the flow started he found himself unable to stop it. The red-furred anthro quaked with both relief and mortification as his entire bladderful unloaded at once. 

The thirsty padding soaked it up. He was glad his collection of diapers were premium in quality because he had never felt the need to pee himself so badly. He scarcely managed to stifle the urge to groan with satisfaction as the diaper darkened and swelled with urine, forcing his legs further and further apart as it filled with warm liquid. The scent of fresh piss suffused the air between him and his companion, and he hoped that the aroma of popcorn and distance would cover up the odor.

The cashmere rabbit grinned. His ears twitched noticeably at the rustling sound of the protection filling and shifting.

“Good pup!” He reassured Negasi in a whisper before reaching a paw over to massage the front of the cuberow’s very soggy diaper. The urine squished and splashed around his cage, teasing him. “Now, if I don’t cum by the end of the movie you are walking out to the car without getting your jeans back. So if I were you, I’d get started,” The lagomorph explained as he unzipped himself and fish his sheath and balls out of his jockstrap, this one a crystal blue with black piping.

He hooked the black elastic band of the underwear behind his scrotum and slid down in his seat to recline. He was already partially erect from controlling his submissive, finding that his interest in keeping his lover chaste had quickly translated into enjoying fully dominating and humiliating him. The canine’s eyes widened and he quickly looked around again to check again that not a single fur was paying them any mind. With a deep breath, the jackal leaned over his mate’s relaxed form. The bunny’s shower that morning had done little to wash away his natural scent, and the enticing aroma of him ready combined with his recent authoritative turn was intensely arousing.

The nervous canid massaged the stiffening rod and slithered his tongue between the tight sheath and the sensitive flesh of his boyfriend’s member. He savored the taste of the pre that had already beaded and leaked from its glistening tip. His willingness was immediately rewarded with a few more spurts of watery emissions, some jetting up a couple of inches into the air before raining down and splattering Negasi’s snoot. The rest ran down his shaft in tiny rivers, only to be whisked away by the cuberow’s eager tongue. 

The small wolf opened his muzzle and lowered it around the thrumming hardness. He bobbed down on the pointed length, taking his lover fully into his maw. Spurts of pre struck the back of his throat, and Negasi unconsciously ground his caged cock against his sopping diaper. He knew beneath the sodden padding he was leaking like a faucet, dribbling canine pre down over the bars of his chastity device. He felt his mate suddenly grab the the back of his head and buck upward into his mouth. His partner wriggled his pelvis, forcing his boyfriend’s nose into his brightly-colored pubic fur, before withdrawing himself until just the quivering tip of his cock was at the jackal’s lips. He plunged in deeply again and repeated the motion, gaining speed each time before reaching an enjoyable rhythm. The steady humping nearly gagged him and he fought to keep from making loud choking noises.

Negasi had no shortage of practice when it came to pleasuring the lapine. He rolled his tongue along the trembling, tapered rod, knowing just where to press and where to linger and where to tease. He held the base firmly, occasionally stroking the saliva-slick shaft while he worked. It only took a couple of minutes of suckling before he knew that the rabbit was drawing close to orgasm.

Ari bit his lip with his pronounced buckteeth and gave a single, muffled grunt as he came. He shot his spunk across his mate’s tongue and into his throat. The canid readily gulped down the hot load of bunny cum, eager for his own eventual release, before milking what he could from the spent maleness to swallow every last drop. When he at last sat back up he bashfully wiped away the sticky remnants of his boyfriend’s climax from his chin with the back of his paw and lapped it clean as well.

“Keep doing as you’re told and you’ll get yours later,” Aristotle reminded him in a hushed tone before pointedly redoing his fly and belt (and subtly calling attention to his lover’s exposed state). “Don’t forget the rest of your drink.”

By the end of the movie the jackal had indeed finished his drink. He had also managed to wet himself a second time due to the volume of soda he was forced to imbibe. Negasi was thoroughly surprised that his diaper hadn’t leaked yet, and when the credits began to roll he was slyly given his pants back. The lights were already rising and he had to scramble to get his jeans back on before he was in danger of being spotted. He had trouble tugging them up and buttoning them over the soaked padding. Even in the poor visibility of the theater, his diaper bulge was conspicuous.

As the lights finally reached their full brightness anthros were already beginning to file toward the exits. The jackal would have been content to wait until most had left and bring up the rear so that no one would see his prominent padding pressing against the tight denim of his jeans, but Aristotle briskly stood and grabbed his lover’s paw, pulling him upright and forcing him to waddle awkwardly down the aisle in the center of the crowd. The reserved, blushing canid fought his innate urge to tuck his tail down between his legs, knowing that an open display of embarrassment would only draw eyes to him.

They made their way back to where they parked. It was an absurdly long walk, as Ari had parked far from the entrance to the theater, despite the availability of closer spaces. The lapine strode boldly there while his mate dawdled behind, the bulk between his thighs slowing his pace. Negasi opened the door and sat in his seat, feeling the moisture squeeze out of his very full diaper press up into his fur.

“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?”