The weekend begins
As the title says, the weekend has begun. Bit of jumping between chars, here, so I hope it's not too confusing. Also, sorry for if the anatomy is a bit off, I'm not entirely sure how the nether regions of some of these animals works. First adult story, so let me know what you think!!!
Spinning around in his chair, Ivorion leaned against his desk and appraised his friend. The bear cub was propped up against the bed with his legs splayed wide in front of him, munching on his sandwich whilst maintaining his conspiritorial smirk. "What dastardly plots are swimming around that fuzzy little head of yours?" The tiger asked, his own appatite slowly diminishing as the possibilities dawned on him, "It can't be anything too huge, my parents are right downstairs." "True. However, my stripey compadre, I know something that you don't." "What's that, have they both all of a sudden gone deaf?" "Nope, but we'll get to that all in due time." Reaching behind him, he hauled his backpack into his lap, and pulled a wrapped bundle from within, shoving it under Rio's bed, before producing a packet of papers and his math book. "Hold on, hold on, hold on, what was that?" "As I said, Rio, all in due time." Mike replied, grin broadening, "Besides, your parents said homework before games, remember? So, what did you get for number fourteen?" "Argghh, you're killing me!" Spinning back around, Rio grabbed his own backpack and started digging, "If I remember, that's the bit about perimeters or area or something, right?"
Meanwhile, back at the baseball diamond
The victory celebration had died down, and the victorious team had vacated the field. After double checking that everybody had grabbed their stuff and gotten to their respective rides, Tobias stowed his audio gear in the equipment chest and crossed back acrossed the room, unbottoning his uniform shirt and pulling it free of his wings. Reaching his own locker, he threw his shirt in and sat on the bench, unlacing the braced wraps around his feet before tossing them in as well and standing to drop his trousers. Standing in his black boxers, he briefly contemplated grabbing his street clothes but the lure of the team's showers proved too strong. The thigh length cotton cloth slid down his legs as well, exposing his cubhood to the brisk autumn air. Ruffling his feathers in response to the chill running up his spine he jogged to the far end of the room, talons clicking on the tile floor, and stepped up to the first shower, cranking the water to full and luxuriating as the nearly too hot water chased the chill from his bones. Standing under the pounding water, the young avian let his mind wander, grinning to himself as his thought turned to the feel of the heat running between his legs. Turning to face the shower head, the fourth grader sat on the tiles and splayed his knees, letting the hot water spray directly on his crotch. His hands strayed to his nethers and massaged his little tool, bringing it slowly to life. Within moments, the parrot's four inches were standing straight and proud, the glistening red in stark contrast to the deep midnight blue of his soaked plumage. Laying back, Toby wrapped his hand firmly around himself and started pumping slowly, wings twitching in synch with his heart beat as his breath quickened. The pressure in his loins slowly building up, the young parrot's stroking grew slightly eratic as he started pumping his hips up to meet his hand, the familiar electric tingle starting to build up within him, he knew that he was close.... Just then, the sound of multiple running feet in the distance caught his attention. Pausing reluctantly, he cocked his head towards the hall and waited, hoping the footsteps would fade away. Instead of disapearing they grew louder, and were soon accompanied by muffled shouts. With a chirp of irritation, Toby rolled to his feet and flipped the shower to nearly all cold, gasping as the frigid water hit him. Several seconds later the shivering parrot had accomplished his goal, his cubhood had rather quickly retreated in the face of the arctic assault. Walking back towards the locker room, Toby rapidly flapped his wings to clear them of water ruffled the rest of his feather to assist in rapid drying. Popping the door of his locker, the avian reached for his towel but the muffled shouting had grown even closer and now sounded rather aggravated. Pausing uncertainly, Toby debated whether or not to get involved. His decision was made for him when he heard something crash into a locker in the girl's locker room, the impact followed by a cry of pain and mocking laughter. Dropping his boxers, Toby yanked out the bag he kept his aikido gear in and pulled out the loose fitting gi pants and sparring claws. Sprinting acrossed the room, he jumped and shoved both legs into his pants in mid air, pulling them up his legs and tightening the belt before his feet hit the floor. Tucking his weapons at the small of his back, he flared his wings, flapping them for extra speed as another cry of pain reached his ears, this one worryingly muffled. Finally making it to the end of the hallway seperating the two locker rooms, Toby rounded the corner and found the source of the commotion. A trio of older students, sixth graders at least, were beating up on a fourth student about Toby's age. Two of the older students, a pair of huskies that looked like they could be twins, were holding the younger student up between them. The white rabbit was bare chested, his shirt having been balled up behind his buck teeth as a makeshift gag, and was almost hanging by his arms. Barely able to stand and with mild bruises blooming acrossed his chest, the young rabbit none the less glared malevolently at the older stag in front of him. "That'll teach you to bite me," The stag said, shaking his left arm before reaching between his legs, "Come to think of it, I've got a much better use for that mouth of yours..." Blood boiling at the sight before him Toby forced himself to pause for a brief moment to grab the reigns of his emotions, knowing that he'd need his skill focused to have any hope of handling the three older kids at once, and that going off half cocked had a high probability of him finding himself right next to the bunny boy. "Hoy!" He called, stepping into the room and settling into his ready stance, feet shoulder width, hands loose at his sides, "Leave him alone." The stag spun around, alarm disolving to laughter at the sight of the smaller kid in front of him. "Come to rescue the little runt?" He asked, sauntering over, "All you've done is give me another punching bag. Unless," Reaching out, he grabbed a handfull of Toby's chest feathers and pulled him closer, "You leave. Right now." "Naw, I tink I'll stay." Toby replied, taking half a step back and punching the stag full force in his armpit. The older boy yelped as pins and needles shot down his arm, loosing his grip. Grabbing the now slack wrist, Toby pivoted and hip tossed the older boy up against one of the lockers. The two huskies let go of the rabbit, who despite his best efforts, fell to the ground like a sack of flour, and made to attack. Seeing there approach, Toby reached behind him and slipped on his sparring claws. Made of laquered wood and enamel, they fit over his forarms and had a pair of 'blades' that extended over a foot in front of his fists. "Run, and live ta fight anu'der day." The twin huskies looked between their leader, still sitting on the ground trying to get feeling back in his arm, and the fierce and armed parrot that took him out. Nodding to each other, they gave Toby a wide berth and picked up the stag. "This isn't over yet!" The stag yelled at the rabbit, who had just managed to sit back up, before turning to Toby, "Watch your back." Making sure that the trio had fully left, Toby stashed his weapons in his belt again and turned back to the rabbit. "What da hell was dat about?" He asked, walking over to help him up. "Stupid deer thinks he's the king of the world," the rabbit coughed, ignoring Toby's outstretched hand and trying to stand on his own, "I guess he felt I wasn't groveling enough. Thanks for the help, but go away. I'm fine." "Da hell you are," Toby replied grabbing the kid and hauling him up, "You can barely stand, let alone walk, I not gonna leave you here. You should probably go to da doctor's." "No!" The rabbit yelled, pushing out of Toby's grip and almost falling again before catching himself on the lockers, "I'm just bruised, I'll be fine." "Alright, no doctors, but I'm not leaving you here, let me help you home." "That is a very long walk. I normally take the bus, but the wonder twins and captain ass hat ran interference and the last one left ten minutes ago. Before you ask, no my parents can't come get me, they're out of town." "Well, a friend of mine leaves near here, you can spend da night dere, and we'll figure dis out in da morning." Toby held out his hand again, and the rabbit reluctantly took it and together they limped towards the door.
A knock on the door brought Mike and Rio's attention up from their math, to see Rio's dad in the doorway. "Hey guys, nearly done?" "Yup. On the last problem, dad." "Good. Hey, I forgot that the town council meeting was this evening, are you two gonna be okay by yourselves while we're gone or should we stay?" "Oh, we'll be fine, Mr. Kendrick," Mike piped up, "Actually, my mom told me to ask if you wanted to go to a movie with them afterwoord. We live closer to the theater, you could use our guest room tonight and not have to drive back." "That's a good idea, actually." Mr. Kendrick said, giving Mike a smile, "How thoughtful of her. Would you two be okay overnight?" "Yeah, we'll be fine dad." Rio replied, hopping up and giving his dad a hug, "Have fun!" "Alright then, we'll get out of your hair." The elder tiger stepped back with a wave and closed the door behind him. Turning back to his homework, Rio had almost finished the last problem when he heard the retreating tires signaling his parents departure, and the significance of that noise sunk in. He looked up and saw his best friend holding the bundle from his backpack and grinning at him. "Oh... you evil little sod." Rio laughed, "You had this whole thing planned out." "Yup. My mom was talking about the meeting when I was grabbing my stuff. All the grownups go to the meeting, which incudes yours, so I gave her a bit of a suggestion. And, knowing we'd be alone..." "You brought stuff for the dare." Rio finished. "Yup, speaking of, we need to make it official. I dare you to do anything I say until I go home." "What!?" Rio yelped, "Oh no, you only get one dare." "That is only one dare, I can dare you to do one thing. That one thing just happens to be aggreeing to do everthing else I say." "Oh, that is messed up!" Rio laughed, "But technically true. We're gonna have to change the rules a bit after this." He snorted, hawking a loogie into his palm in the customary sign of agreement. "Agreed, but until we do," Mike spit into his palm as well, then shook hands. Rio stood to grab something to wash his hand off with but was stopped by Mike, "First thing of the evening, I want you to rub your slimy hand all over your face." "Dude, that's gross." Rio chuckled, "But, you're the boss I guess." He looked down at his hand, glistening in the lamp light, before closing his eyes and bringing it up to his face, smearing the mix of snot and spit acrossed his cheeks and rubbing it into his fur. "That felt really weird..." He said, trying to ignore the twitching in his trousers. "I'd bet." Mike laughed, "Hey, we don't want your clothes getting dirty now, do we?" "Huh?" "If your clothes are all gooby, you parents will ask questions. The easiest way around that, is to not be wearing any." "You don't mean..." Rio asked, slowly, eyeing Mike out the corner of his eyes. "Yup," the bear replied, "Off with them, and before you ask, yes. All of them." Blushing deeply, the tiger had to agree with his friend's logic. So he shucked his shirt, and with a deep breath, hooked his thumbs in his waist band and dropped both jeans and briefs in one smooth motion. Stepping out of them, he stood before his friend, naked as the day he was born. "Alright," Mike said shakily, wiping his own spitty hand clean on Rio's chest fur, "Step two." He stood and dropped his own undies to the ground, a bit of a pink tip showing at his sheath, before handing the blue and pink undies to his friend. "Put em on and follow me." He turned and, pulling the bundle out from under Rio's bed, strode out the door. With a shake of his head, Rio slid the tight fitting undies up, gasping as the silky smooth materiel cup his member and slid slighty between his cheeks. Reaching down the back, he pulled his tail through the hole in the back and followed his friend into the hall. Mike hadn't gone far, emerging to stand just down the hall in front of the bathroom, motioning grandly through the doorway. Striding past him, Rio entered the bathroom. "Alrighty, into the bathtub, have a seat." Mike said, cupping his junk. "Okay, now what?" Rio asked, sitting on his haunches, staring up at his friend. "Well, now I'd suggest you close your eyes, this might sting a bit." Mike replied, pointing his dick at the tiger's face and letting go. Rio was going to ask for further information, and so the first bit of the stream arced directly into his open mouth. Coughing when the acrid, salty liquid hit the back of his throat, the nine year old tiger looked down, clamping his mouth and eyes shut as his friend peed on him. As soon as the tiger had his eyes tight shut, his friend adjusted the video camera he had stashed behind a pile of towls on the back of the toilet, capturing the show in full HD as the warm urine impacted squarely between the tigers ears and ran down the front of his face, traveling in rivulets down his ivory fur to pool in his lap. Due to the way he was sitting, the waistband of Mike's undies was gaped slighty at the front, and as the warm liquid ran in runnels down his body, it slowly filled up the water proof undies until his little dickie was entirely submerged in the bear's piss. "Ah... that's better!" Mike grinned shaking the last few drops off onto Rio's head. "Dude!" Rio yelled angrily, standing up, "That was.. ooooh..." As he stood up the collected urine found gaps in the leg holes, and as it started trickling down his legs, his eyes half closed and the front of the totally soaked underwear slowly started bulging outward. When he was finished 'pissing himself', he looked up from his hardon at Mike and grinned, pulling the soggy undies down and off, "Alright, I admit, that was pretty cool. Could have given me some warning though." "Nope." The bear chuckled, "You would have moved. Now," he continued, his voice affecting a babyish tone, "The widdle kitty made a widdle mess in his widdle undies." Reaching down, he pulled a pack of diapers with teddy bears on the front from the bundle, "We have to change his widdle bum." "Alright, no way!" Rio stated, shaking his head. "Oh, come on, there's nobody else here, and my pee is dripping from your muzzle. You're gonna say no to this? Besides, if you do, you break the agreement and I get a quadruple dog dare." "Yeah... alright." "Cool, okay, lay down." Mike said, spreading the diaper open on the floor and adjusting the angle of the camera while Rio's back was turned. The tiger sat on it and layed back, resisting slightly out of reflex as Mike spread his legs, but then going with it. The bear cub reached into his bundle again and grabbed a box of baby wipes and started cleaning up the tiger's crotch, paying particular attention to his little testicles and tailhole, causing the slightly softened tiger tool to pop back to attention. As soon as the little dickie was at full mast in front of him, Mike dropped the baby wipe and wrapped his paw around it, slowly running his soft fur up and down the length. "Dude....." Rio gasped, "What're---what..." "Do you want me to stop?" Mike asked, gazing into his friend's eyes. "N...No..." the tiger replied, laying his head back and starting to buck his hips. Mike grinned again, and licked his lips, dipping his free hand in the tub and rubbing his pee onto his own erection before dropping to take his friend into his mouth. Rio's eyes drifted shut as he felt moist warmth close around him, moaning between his teeth as Mike's toungue slid up and down the under side of his shaft, the bear's lips sliding up and down the hot length following his pumping hand as he continued to jerk the off the fourth grader. He sat back, Rio's dick making a soft pop as it slid free of his mouth, a strand of spit connecting his lips to the cock tip. "Whyd you stop?" Panted Rio, spit slicked tool twitching between his legs. "To give you fair warning," The bear replied, putting the tip of his cubhood against his friend's tailhole. "and to ask for permission. Do you want to do this?" After a brief hesitation, the tiger gave his friend a small smile and nodded. Mike returned the smile and leaned forward, putting more and more of his weight behind his crotch as the tip slowly pushed into Rio's virgin tailhole. The nine year old's eyes widened as his the tip of his friend's cock pushed past the ring of muscle under his tail and gasped, digging his claws into Mike's back as he felt the steel stiff three and a half inches sink into him. "Duuude....." He gasped, grunting and moaning as Mike started pumping in and out of him, jerking every time his friend's cock jabbed his prostate. He opened his eyes as he felt Mike's nose touch against his. The bear smiled, and licked his friend's muzzle before pushing his tongue into Rio's mouth. The two fourth graders swapped spit as the bear humped into the tiger, his paw wrapped around the moaning tiger's length, pumping in time to his thrusts. A few thrusts later, Mike sat up and grabbed Rio's hips, pulling back to meet his thrusts, before pounding hard one last time and shooting his load deep into his friend's bowels. Rio's eyes widened again as he felt Mike's wet warmth spreading within him, and made a soft mewl of disappointment as the bear pulled out, the gooey white liquid starting to ooze from his stretched tailhole. Mike grinned and quickly pulled the front of the diaper up over Rio's still twitching hard on, fastening the tapes. His grin spread as Rio moaned again, bucking his hips into Mikes hand as the bear grabbed his erection through the diaper and started jerking him off as quickly as he could. Within moments, the tiger howled through his first orgasm, his watery cum blasting out to join his friend's, soaking into the soft, white, crinkly diaper. "Wow...." Rio panted, eyes gazing unfocused at the bathroom ceiling. "Cool, huh?" Mike asked, digging into the bunde again and producing a pack of binkies. "I want to get a picture to remind us of your first time... but something is missing." He held up the pacifiers and Rio chuckled. "You know what, why not," the tiger grabbed the packge and tore it open, selecting a pink one with a bear wearing a bow in her hair and popping it into his mouth, and flashing a double peace sign at his best friend as he took several photos. Standing up, he popped the pacifier from his mouth and gave his friend a quick kiss on the lips. "So, what's next?" "Well..." Mike grinned, reaching down toward the bundle. Before he could reach it though, a fusliade of knocks hammered the front door, causing both cubs to jump near out of their skin. "What in the world..." Rio started towards the stairs then heard Toby's voice yelling from behind the door. "Hoy! Open da door! You and Mike we're talking about dis sleepover all bloody day, I know your home, so open da door! I need help!" About to dash for the door, Rio was stopped by Mike's hand on his shoulder. "We can't answer the door like this." Taking stock, he remembered that he was diaper clad and Mike was naked from the waist down. "Right," Sprinting into his room, he grabbed a pair of his sweat pants and pulled them up over his diaper, hoping Toby was in too much of a panic to notice the bulge. Mike ran in behind him and grabbed his cargo shorts, pulling them on as Rio pulled a tee shirt over his head. Now more presentable, they skipped several stairs on their way down the staircase and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch was Toby, bare foot and wearing only his gi pants, with a shirtless bunny boy that the pair vaguely recognized draped across his shoulders, unconscious. "Bout time," the parrot panted, gladly letting his friends take the burden. "Who the hell is this?" Rio asked, helping Mike haul the kid to the sofa. "Forget who he is, what the hell did you do to him?" Mike put in. "Nothing at'all," Toby called back from the kitchen, "Unless you count savin his tail dat is." "Huh?" "He was gettin beat up by a pair a dogs and a stag dat were too big for dere britches," the parrot replied, carrying the bag of sandwhich materials and the twelve pack of sodas in to the front room, "I noticed da car isn't here. Your parents comin back soon?" "Naw," Rio replied, glaring at Mike, "Just us here tonight." "Damn. I was hopin for a ride home. Not to mention help with dis whole mess," "Well, is he okay?" Mike asked, looking guiltily at the knocked out bunny. "I tink so. Bein on da receiving end of a beatin is hard enough without walkin home afterwards. I tink he jus needs ta sleep it off." "Right, and I live the closest." Rio nodded, "My parents wouldn't mind if you crashed here but you should probably send your dad a text so he knows where you are." "Yeah," the parrot nodded, then groaned, "Ma cell is in ma locker. You have a house phone in da kitchen, yeah?" "Yeah, by the fridge," the tiger nodded, watching the parrot leave the room before turning to Mike, "Guess our fun is over tonight." "Oh, I don't know," Mike replied, grabbing Rio's crotch, causing the diaper to crinkle before licking his face and grinning at the faint taste of his pee that still lingered in the tiger's fur, "You never can tell what people are going to be into."