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The wikipedia paraphelia list challenge! Take two hours of your day to write a fetish story about each in the list! Each has to be 2.000 words!

Today Abasiophilia! The attraction towards people with walking disabilities, like shoe fetishism with wheel chairs, oh boy!

Names with A? Amanda, and Allison, or something let's be really awesome at it, and other than that it's hot, so I'm in the mood for dogs to cool down a little (not including lychee sauce).

So dog breeds with an A? Amanda the Akita, and Allsion an Alaskan Malamute!

Let's trow a coin to see who get's spina bifeda in the severest degree! Heads on the Akita!

Getting us: Tails! Sorry Allsion you're it. Ready steady go!

Tonight I'm listening to Asher Roth's Retrohash:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRlqEALBZKw

Chance the Rapper: 10 DAY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJPtq3laocU

I'm vaping: Lemonic - Drowning Beauty, on a SXK Wine RDTA

As a note I can do that prom thing later, but it didn't work out in my set word limit.

Trigger warning: Incontinence, dominance, the wheel chair fetishistic, enemas, and oral sex!

Scene one: Amadeus Mozart high school

Allison was more than discouraged by the day. Asking furs out for the dance wouldn't have been a problem, but she didn't want to use her disability to get things that she wasn't entitled to. She knew full well that rejecting the wheelchair bound bitch would have socially ruined anybody's prom. These days it was all about looking like you cared.

So Allison in her wisdom had made the fatal decision to wait to long to do it, and by the time her courage was up to the task everyone who had a choice had made it.

However it felt better than pressuring someone to spend an evening with a furry who had neither the legs nor the continence to make an evening of dancing remotely possible. Hell she was fortunate she merely leaked, and had at least some feeling. Most people in her situation couldn't even say that.

Of course as she wheeled through the barely wheel chair accessible school, she had to roll past the furry she hated the most. There stood Amanda the Akita, the Akita that did nothing, but stare at her.

There was nothing worse than being made constantly aware that she wasn't rising up to the challenge of being normal, but on this one day she had a shot at revenge.

She was damn certain Amanda didn't have a date, considering that she didn't seem particularly interested in getting dates for any occasion, or doing anything fun.

"Hi Amanda!" Allison happily barked out cornering her, as if she was part of a biker gang in a shitty eighties movie.

"Oh, hello Allison. Are you feeling OK?" Amanda asked looking at her in an oddly approving manner.

To be honest Allison hadn't really talked to her ever, considering it ended up in trying to decypher stammering after a while.

"Yeah I'm fine. Look I don't want to impose, but will you take me to the dance? I'd like to have someone to you know get me around, and take care of stuff in case I need something." Allison said trying make it as bothersome as caninely possible.

"Yeah! That's a great idea! Totally!" Amanda barked happily shaking her paw in utter gratefulness.

"Cool. I guess." Allison said ears dropping completely unsure what to make of it.

She hadn't considered that Amanda would be this enthusiastic, it kind of made he idea of getting revenge utterly pointless. Allison assumed that maybe Amanda was sorry for what she had done.

It was fine, but Allison would have enjoyed revenge much more.

"We can totally pick out stuff, and I could polish up your wheelchair!" Amanda gushed happily thinking of a thousand ways to enjoy this happy accident.

"Wait you want to polish my wheelchair?" Allison asked getting yet more confused.

"Yeah I mean it's a special occasion, and it really should look as good as it can! I mean we are taking pictures. I'll wheel you around so you'll have your hands free, it I'll be great!" Amanda continued, she didn't think it would hurt to just be honest about what she wanted.

"Yeah sure! I'll just pick you up, I've got, things to do! I'll call you, or something!" Allison said almost making the tires give screeching sound as she propelled herself away.

Amanda looked sunk in as she disappeared, but it was better this way probably it wasn't like she had the courage to insist anyhow.

Scene 2: Outside of Allison's house

Amanda was standing outside of her house. Allison was more intimidated by this fact than most stair cases. You could crawl up stairs after all, but Allison didn't really have the willpower to make anything out of this.

Of course her dam bypassed her like a road bump, and happily opened the door.

"Hello? Who might you be?" Asked Ophelia happily letting Allison experience all levels of concern at the same time.

"Oh I'm supposed to help Allison have the best prom ever." Amanda said waving at Allison who was too shocked to tell her to fuck off with her weird way of apologizing for being trouble.

"So my little pup has finally learned to ask for help? Just in time too, because the whole thing is tonight isn't it? She must really like you, she is usually terrible about this. You know she really hates being dependent on anyone. Not that she ever really is. If she ever wants to work a job, she better learn to spread the load around, but that's none of my business." Ophelia remarked guiding the young bitch into their modest, and more accurately run down home.

"Hey." Allison said apprehensive.

"Don't mind that tone I'm sure she'll say thank you a few weeks after the fact." Ophelia giggled giving the two some space, they were probably too excited to appreciate her advice anyhow.

So instead it was day time television for her, one of the few advantages of being a military wife.

"Sorry for being pushy, but you didn't exactly call." Amanda said sucking up to Allison like a runt.

"You know what fine. I have nothing to wear, because all my clothes have to to be... Well I got it in, and it's terrible. Like grandma pink terrible, with pimp purple seams." Allison said, the thought of showing up like that made her gag. She didn't want to feel like she was about to retire when her life was allegedly about to start.

"So what? I'm sure you can pull it off. Mine is just black." Amanda said, black was good because it brought out the light liver color on her mask.

"I don't think... Look I don't want to look like that." Allison said all tension gone from her body.

"How about we switch then? I've got two dresses anyhow, and we are both Spitzes. I bet you can put it on, if I hold it for you." Amanda suggested using awkward euphemisms in an endearing way.

"Ugh. Fine, but only if you put on my abortion of a dress, because I... Look I don't like people to know everything about me." Allison said feeling stupid, at least Amanda was trying not out of obligation, but because she wanted to.

In a way that was admirable, and it made her feel a hell of a lot better than having it any other way.

"Well don't you ever want to get married or something?" Amanda asked hitting a little to close for comfort.

"Mind your own damn business. My room is over there." Allison said the growl she was holding back giving her voice a threatening vibrato.

Amanda just followed her, holding the door open for her. To be honest Allison liked it, she had always felt more comfortable in a top bitch position. She got that from her dam probably, Orphelia was a bitch who managed to push around a dog who was expected not to move with people taking pot shots at his position.

"To be honest I need some things from you, since you asked." Allison said in a rather entitled tone that she usually heard from her mother.

"Sure." Amanda happily barked.

"I need you to model my dresses for me, then I want to be washed, and have my coat conditioned. Then you can polish my wheelchair, and finally put on my dress on me." Allison continued, it felt exciting to have someone care for her like that, without them being able to say no, an extension of her will really.

Amanda nodded getting out the dresses, and laying them out on the bed.

They both looked nice, one had more lace, and she wanted that one, but...

"Well?" Barked Allison watching the Akita undress herself, it really was adorable to watch Amanda do it. The bitch was obviously excited, and she took a good long shaming look at her.

"The plain one first. Carefully now, I don't want any wrinkles." Allison said wheeling an inch forward to look at her bend for it better.

It was dreadfully exciting. She didn't have much feeling, but what little she had showed her that her body apparently liked it, she felt inclined to agree.

For the first time in her pathetic life, it seemed like an orgasm was a thing she could possibly have. It was really awesome, and while her spine was her weak point she felt like she had more of it now, fucked as it was.

"So what do you think? Sorry by the way." Amanda said looking like she wanted to bolt out of the room yelping rather than have this conversation.

"It's alright. The other one is a little much I think. Besides you should enjoy being with your date. So long as we both have fun." Allison said considering she already had what she wanted, being overly pretty would just distract her from bossing her _assistant_around.

That was the really fun part, at least to her, and no Allison didn't feel sorry for being pathetic.

"Right!" Amanda barked nervously.

"Now put that dress on there, and then you can wash me properly. Get one of my absorbent pads from the shelf there." Allison commanded watching Amanda awkwardly pulling out a diaper sized pad.

Amanda looked weirded out.

"I'm not dripping all over myself, just because you are being awkward, and I'm not jamming a catheter in there either, I'm not that far gone yet." Allison growled at her, nothing pissed her off more than people acting surprised about that kind of stuff.

"No it's my fault I didn't consider it." Amanda said looking both confused, and oddly panty, while she carefully pulled off the dress.

"Right now take me to the bathroom. You can clean me out so I won't smell." Allison said casually, it was hilarious to show her just how much of a freak she was.

Amanda struggled into clothes she would pull off in a few seconds anyways. Allison enjoyed this awkwardness, it made her feel downright competent.

For the first time she enjoyed being pushed around, mostly due to the smell from between Amanda's hinds drowning out her usual reservations.

After Amanda locked the door behind them Allison couldn't help, but smile like a wolf. She had never felt this satisfied really, it wasn't like she usually ever felt really aroused, or interested in sexual things. Besides what was an_assistant_ for, if not to handle the small stuff like this.

"Right, now hold my dress up will you?" Allison asked her toned arms easily raising her from the chair, with Amanda scrambling to get her, well mumu up to her armpits.

Amanda pulled her mumu off, and watched Amanda undress. Her nipples poked out from her well developed teats severely, and she was clearly suffering by pretending that she wasn't aroused.

"Well now handle the rest. The trashcan is over there, this these net pants are disposable too, don't worry my chair is waterproof." Allison explained getting all of it slowly pulled off herself.

Amanda just nodded, apparently disgusted with herself. It was wonderfully mutual, which is precisely what Allison treasured about it. When everyone felt like a freak she wouldn't have too.

Allison wheeled herself into the accessible shower, slowly to catch a look of Amanda's begging snatch as she disposed of her unmentionables.

Amanda got out of her wheelchair, holding herself up over a plastic shower chair, and pulled her legs to the side, from her wheel chair so it wouldn't get in the way.

"Do you see that nozzle there?" Asked Allison as Amanda hurried away from the trash can in fear of herself.

Amanda just nodded, obviously she was speechless.

"Alright now insert that nozzle into my anus, and turn the faucet on lightly." Allison said casually, she could do that herself, but sometimes she tore her ass a little during the process, so it was only for occasions where it couldn't be helped.

Constipation just like Allison was a bitch.

Amanda breathed hard as she did as she was told, and slowly turned the faucet.

"Good now turn on the shower head, while I'm filling up." Allison said making Amanda scurry.

Allison slowly felt the water slowly fill her up, and getting her half crippled digestive tract moving.

"Right now pull it out, and wash off the worst of it." Allison said enjoying the sensation of warm water running down herself.

"You like it too right?" Amanda asked hopefully, pulling the nozzle, and turning off the water after getting the appropriate head motions.

First business then pleasure after all.

"A little. I don't feel it as much as you. To be honest I don't feel like half of the football team sniffing your ass, so take care of that, and wash your hands first." Allison said like it was just another thing that had to be taken care off.

Another thing happening all while she went to take a shit after walking her upper body to the toilet dragging her legs after her.

It was odd to empty herself while some Akita was having the time of her life, looking at her with lust filled eyes, twisting up her mask in what seemed like feelings that she wasn't used too.

Then again considering what Amanda was into, how often did you get to have something that was genuinely arousing.

Allison wiped her ass, and flushed looking at Amanda who tensed up.

"Do it." Allison said said watching her _assistant_take her place before the toilet, and start licking her.

It was less intense than she expected, but non the less satisfying. Allison soon learned that it wasn't about getting licked, it was about getting licked by some low omega of a bitch, kneeling in front of her on a toilet. It was truly fucked up to see Amanda wag her tail as she did it. Allison was working her teats with skills born from necessity usually that at least got her close.

After a long while it worked, somewhat in a way that was long, and slight. However it was precious like a tiny diamond in an earring, or other shit that wasn't required, but made stuff better.

"Good now shower me off." Allison said, finally feeling more than ready to go to prom.

Author's note:

Again please say in the comments, if you want me to finish this, I don't think it's a complete failure #notall