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Operation Baby Blue

A Diaperfur Adventure Tale in Five Parts

kitncub

9 January 2010

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This is a mature story, please be 18 or over. It's also a babyfur/diaperfur story, and as such generally involves furs wearing and using diapers and not acting their age (more like kids than babies, here). Don't like, go read your ailing local newspaper; you might keep it from going out of business!

This story continues the events of [Newbie](%5C) but can be read out of sequence.

In brief: For weeks and weeks the blue faction of boyish babyfurs struggled to survive as its heroic outlaw leader, the black lab Roger, lost new recruits to his sister and neighbor, the leopard empress of sissies and leader of the pink faction, Calliope. Then one day, Roger recruited a true-blue newbie to their scene, the wolf cub Rian, who proved an un-turnable sidekick. Now, Roger and Rian have launched a dangerous mission to crush their opponents and augment their ranks of ab/dl boys.

Length: 6,000 words

Episodes (chapters):

1. Target Acquired!

2. Tea Party Turmoil!

3. Panda Spy!

4. The Changing Table Becomes the Bargaining Table!

5. Equilibrium!

Episode 1: Target Acquired!

Serafina was breathing heavily. The last thing the sissyfox remembered before waking up here was leaving Callie's apartment to buy an ice cream cone, then being grabbed from behind, blindfolded, and shoved into a car. (Then she had just kind of fallen asleep on the long car ride. To be honest, she probably could have fended off her kidnappers easily, if she hadn't recognized them by scent.)

She was still blindfolded, and there was no light in the room. Her paws were tied to the chair she was sitting in, and she was breathing heavily from just having been tickled.

"You're tough--for a girl," boomed her captor's voice. She had been wearing a pink nightshirt that came down to her belly button and Tinkerbell overalls, about as girlishly as she could dress in public, but the overalls had been stripped off before she was tied to the chair. "But you'll tell us what we want to know--sooner or later."

"Nooo!" she squealed and convulsed as her adversary launched another tickling assault. With her hands and feet both tied to the chair, she couldn't squirm as she usually would, making the tickling seem three times as intense. "I'll never--hee--talk! You--hee hee hee--can't make me! Hee! I'm not efen--hee--ticklish!"

"I'm not aiming to tickle you into it!" Her captor poked the front of her diaper and a distinct squishing sound could be heard; the tickling had caused her to soak through her first layer and about halfway into her second. "Do you need a change?"

The fox shook her head emphatically and stuck her tongue out. "Your fiendish plan will never work," she said. "As we speak my mistress is on her way here to rescue me."

Her captor laughed evilly. "Your mistress! Don't make me laugh! She'll never find this place. Our plan will soon bring Princess Calliope to her knees."

"Empress Calliope to you," Serafina said defiantly, only to squeal as a bar of soap was put into her mouth. She was repulsed by its bitter taste, and began stamping her right foot involuntarily until it was withdrawn.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm sort of scheming," her captor said. "Unless it's to tell me what I need to know."

"I'll spell it out for you. N-E-V-E-R. Never. You can't torture it out of me!"

"Ah, sissyfox. Who said anything about torturing it out of you? That was just for fun. See, I already know your weakness." Suddenly there was a loud click and the lights came on! Serafina's captor loosened her blindfold and let it fall into her lap.

The windowless room she was in was almost barren, like an oversized storage closet, except for a computer set up on a desk, the chair she was in, and a pool rack against the wall that held a variety of toy weapons--she noticed several Nerf swords and Super Soakers. Oh, and there was also, of course, a changing mat with a single pack of diapers, animal-pattern wipes, and powder next to it--the most rudimentary changing supplies, outpost-style. The only exits seemed to be a trap door in the floor and the door her captor, a tall black labrador retriever wearing a ski mask and a denim shirt and jeans, was leaning against. What could be the purpose of this new hideout?, she wondered. He already had three.

"Hi, Roger," she said as the blindfold fell off. Her captor was none other than her mistress' annoying big brother--and her former crush, before she had defected to the pink faction.

"Hi, Serr--I mean, silence!" The labrador waved a squirt gun in her face. "How long do you think you can go without a change, princess?"

"Long time," she answered, sticking her tongue out. "I'm not even messy yet."

"Hmm, well, never mind. We'll have to do this the hard way. That means turning you over to--my associate."

There was a loud clanging from downstairs; someone was struggling to climb the ladder with a duffel bag, banging it into things clumsily and knocking them over. "Umm... are you ready down there?" Roger called. "It's show time!"

A series of loud thuds followed by a muffled cry of "I'm okay!" emanated from the trap door.

"It's Rian, right?" the sissyfox said, rolling her eyes.

"I said, silence! Not another word out of you!" the labrador wagged his tail in anticipation and waved his squirt gun around.

"Fine, then stop asking me things," Serafina shrugged.

The labrador tapped his foot impatiently. When nothing seemed to be happening he started talking to fill the time, "It is indeed Rian, but it's not the Rian you know. There have been some . . . modifications since your last encounter."

A duffel bag flew up out of the trap door and landed next to it with the soft thud of a diaper bag. One gray paw appeared at the top of the trap door, then another, then, in a fluid motion belying his former clumsiness, the twenty-something, five-foot-five wolf leapt up through the trap door and landed softly on three paws, crouching and holding one forepaw to the floor for balance, and the other extended above his head, right in front of Serafina. He looked up at her over the rim of his sunglasses, which slid down to the end of his muzzle, and kept his eyes on her as he stood up slowly, straightening his open leather jacket--which was all he was wearing except for two diapers under a pair of blue plastic pants with motorcycles on them. A police badge was pinned askew to the breast of his jacket. "Hi, lovely," the formerly shy little wolf said as he stood up straight, leaning forward to kiss the end of Serafina's nose casually. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting. Do I look like a bad cop, or what?"

"Oooo," Serafina let out involuntarily, her diapers visibly tightening as the wolf blew a large bubble of gum and leaned forward so it loomed right in front of her nose.

When it reached about the size of her face, the wolf casually popped it with two fingers, blew on them as though they were a smoking gun, and let his sunglasses slide further down his muzzle. He spoke as debonairly as he could. "I brought you something . . . special."

Serafina jerked about in her bonds for the first time, trying to get her paws free. The labrador sat down on the computer desk next to the monitor and took off his ski mask, swinging his leg as he watched his protege.

"Can you guess what it is?" Rian snapped the elastic waistband of his plastic pants with one paw.

"Gosh, Rian. . ." The sissyfox fidgeted, intrigued. "You're so much . . .bigger . . . than usual." She licked her lips.

Rian rolled his plastic pants down and then buckled his knees inward, so that they fell to the floor around his ankles in a smooth, swift motion, and he stepped out of them, walking around Serafina in a circle. When he returned to the front to face her again, he slipped his right paw down the front of his diapers. "Really?" he asked in a feigned casual tone. "I guess it kind of snuck up on me."

The oversized wolf cub flicked at the tapes on one side of his diapers with one finger, not really making an effort to undo them. "These tapes are such a pain. I just don't think I can get them undone," he said, smiling suggestively at Serafina. He tugged at the front of his diapers. "And the diapers are sooo snug. Wow. I sure don't remember them being this tight, when I put them on. What do you think is up with that? If only someone could help. . . Say, Serry, didn't you . . ." he grinned broadly, "change me . . . one time?"

The fox blurted out, "I took it off Calliope's door when I saw you hanging around! It's in the right pocket of the overalls!" Roger leapt off the desk, darted across the room, and snatched them up, rummaging quickly as Rian leaned in closer to Serafina and showed his claws, in one smooth motion, sliced through the thin rope that bound her right paw to the chair as a reward, and then hopped backward out of her reach.

"Heeey!" Serafina whined, pawing toward where the little wolf had been.

He flashed her a teasing smile, but addressed his partner. "Rog?"

The labrador shook his head. "Negative. All I've got is a Care Bear keychain."

Serafina looked over her shoulder to see what the labrador was doing and rolled her eyes. "My right pocket, dufus! That means it's on your left."

"Careful!" Rian called out in warning. "Don't let her trick you!"

Roger nodded and eyed the sissyfox suspiciously as he probed the contents of the other pocket of her overalls. Serafina rolled her eyes again. In a few seconds he withdrew a crumpled label and unfolded it. He looked at it appraisingly and dropped her overalls, marching back to the computer and setting himself down at it. "Status?" Rian asked

Roger nodded as he opened the Internet browser and keyed in the address on the label. "Just give me five minutes."

The wolf shook his head frantically. "You've only got four. I don't know how much longer I can hold her off."

Serafina looked up at the wolf cub appraisingly as she shook her left paw loose from her bonds and, her feet still tied to the chair, got down on her knees to reach further, pawing at the wolf's diapers. "For the first time ever one of you says something smart," she remarked as she reached up to unfasten them.

Rian was momentarily flustered, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and reciting, "I can do this. . . I can do this. . . I can do this. . . I won't get cooties. . . I won't get cooties. . ." as the sissyfox undid the front of his second diaper and his fully erect cock sprang into her view.

"Wow," she whimpered. "You are bigger than I remember."

Rian relaxed momentarily. "Hee. Thanks," he said, then cleared his throat quickly, resuming his nervous demeanor and standing as still as he could again. "I won't get cooties. . . I can do this. . ."

"I've got a lock," Roger announced. "And. . . we're still within our window! The operation is a go." Rian breathed a sigh of relief--although it turned into a moan as Serafina took as much of him as she could gently into her maw and from there reached her tongue out a little under the base of his head to lick at his shaft ticklishly.

Roger took out his cell phone and began placing a call. He looked back and forth at the screen once he was connected. He worked slowly and carefully, since there were so many digits he had to enter.

In the background, Rian moaned more loudly and his knees buckled; he steadied himself by placing his paws on Serafina's shoulders. He looked back over his own shoulder at Roger and whimpered a warning. "Can't take much more, captain! System meltdown is imminent."

Roger listened to the status information and pressed zero. Before long, he was connected to where he had to be, and Rian could hear him making progress. "Yes, thanks," he said, "We won't be in tomorrow either so I'd like to redirect the delivery to an alternate address. . . I think there's still time to do that before tomorrow? Good. Yes, I have the confirmation number right here. . .What? The account name? Umm, of course, can you give me one minute. . ."

Rian let out a high-pitched whine and pulled back, trying to buy more time, but it was too late. His cum sprayed out just as he pulled back, some going down Serafina's throat, but most of it spraying over her muzzle and face; she squeezed one of her eyes shut as it was struck by a stinging drop. "Mmmm. . . Heeeeeeey," she whined, lapping at her muzzle.

"Heh heh," Rian laughed uneasily as he saw that Roger was not yet finished. He had to think on his footpaws. Serafina looked up at him with a vague, dreamy expression on her face, "Umm...." He reached forward and brushed as much of his cum off Serafina's muzzle as he could with his fingers, holding them out teasingly in front of her nose. "Does foxie want the rest?"

She nodded. "Does foxie know the account name?" Rian asked. She bit her lip uncertainly.

"Hey," Rian said, "you know what Rog told me? He said, 'You know why Serry wears a dress?' And I said, 'Cuz she likes dresses,' and he said, "Nuh-uh," and then I said, 'Well why then?' and then he said, 'Because she loooves boys. Most especially, bad boys. And the thing she most especially loves to do for them. . .'"

"It's Callie 5," Serafina whimpered, and Rian held his paw out to her muzzle, letting her lap up the majority of his cum. As she did, Rian noticed the front of her diapers slacken and her face was overcome with an expression of pleasure. Roger, hearing them with his keen canine ears, said into the phone, "It's Callie 5. C-A-L-L-I-E 5."

Serafina slumped down across the floor, looking up at Rian with wide eyes and a large smile. He was so much cooler than she remembered. And he tasted like ice cream.

Rian wiped his forehead and gathered up his unused, untaped diapers, fishing in his diaper bag for a reel of packing tape. There were loud taping noises as he refastened the two diapers snugly around his waist; they were still unused, and he had to be frugal so the plan that he and Rog had set in motion would work for as long as possible.

Roger hung up the phone and, his business complete, clamped the wolf cub on the shoulder. "Good work, champ! I warned her we knew her weakness."

"I don't have cooties now, do I?" Rian asked him nervously, looking at his own paws for signs and trembling a little at the awful thought of wearing pink.

Roger looked at his charge appraisingly. "I think you'll be okay. You have a high immunity--like me. Still, sport . . . you were super-brave. Now let's release the prisoner somewhere else so she can't find her way back here."

Serafina struggled feebly as Rog knelt down behind her and retied her forepaws behind her back. Rian retrieved her blindfold and put it back on.

"Now's the part where you're supposed to say, 'You won't get away with this,'" Roger taunted her as he unlocked and opened the front door. "You know why?"

Serafina, resigned to defeat and to Roger's absurd dialogue, just shook her head, and he continued, "So that way I can say, 'We already have!' and laugh kind of like this 'Ha ha ha ha!'"

Episode 2: Tea Party Turmoil!

The next day, miles away from the secret hideout, preparations were underway for a truly momentous tea party.

"Let me introduce you to my court," Empress Calliope, a tall, imperious leopard wearing a purple nightgown, explained to the new arrival, a shy, petite panda wearing nothing but a diaper and the tutu (s)he had been crammed in after coming through the door. Calliope took the panda by the paw and led her on a walking tour of the apartment.

"My plush attendants," she beckoned to the stuffed animals, who were arrayed neatly at the five low-to-the-ground tea tables. "My lady-in-waiting, Princess Cassandra," gesturing to the enormous Newfoundland who emerged from the kitchen carrying a dainty pink tea set. The Newfoundland wore a bonnet and a frilly maid's apron; nothing else except a large pink diaper. Cassandra curtsied and nodded to the new sissy panda as she began serving the plushies tea.

"She's very quiet, but she always comes through," Calliope explained. "Most of the talking is done by my other lady-in-waiting, Princess Serafina. . . usually."

Calliope cleared her throat and said louder, "Princess Serafina!"

The fox darted out of the bedroom, her skirt and her diapers in mild disarray. At first, she had been trying to hide as much as possible to avoid getting in trouble with her mistress. But having snuck into the bedroom, then the closet, she had quickly found herself pawing in her diapers to thoughts of Rian. That clumsy goof tasted like vanilla ice cream. And, he was so cute when he tried to act cool. . . Plus, he tasted like vanilla ice cream. Or had she already thought that?

Calliope stamped her foot--on Serafina's toes. "Princess Serafina!" She gestured toward the tables of plushies. "Pay attention! There is a new recruit here." The panda watched them all curiously, sucking her thumb. "Do I have to remind you what we're preparing for?"

"Sorry, your highness," Serafina muttered, blushing, as she straightened her skirt. "I know, it's a momentous tea party."

"It's not just a regular momentous tea party!" Calliope snapped, tapping the fox's nose with an oriental silk fan.

Serafina fidgeted nervously and her stomach churned. "It's not?" she asked with a mounting sense of dread.

Calliope looked at her, puzzled. "Of course not! What's the matter with you? Did you forget that tonight is the night we host the age-players' group? It's our chance to recruit as many for the pink faction as possible, by impressing them with the best of everything. We have talking baby dolls, dollhouses, scented powders and oils, an amazing dress-up box, why, Lady Lin Lin here is so excited she came early to help us set up."

The panda at her side, still sucking her thumb, nodded enthusiastically.

"That's tonight?! Of course I remember, I've been collecting all those dolls for you! But, tonight--" Serafina was about to say more when Cassie, the Newfoundland, trudged into the room with a sad look on her face.

Calliope looked concerned; Cassie rarely raised false alarms. "What is it, Cassandra?" she asked. The Newfoundland took her gently by the paw and led her into the changing room, pointing wordlessly with one giant paw at the top shelves of the open closet. On the far side of the shelf was a single folded diaper--and otherwise, it was empty.

Calliope stood stunned for a moment. "We have no diapers," she observed in disbelief. "But I ordered two whole cases for this. And I got an e-mail that said they were delivered yesterday. . . when Serafina would have been here to sign for and unpack them. . ."

Serafina started to say something, but everyone's attention was drawn to Lin Lin the visiting panda, who suddenly removed her thumb from her mouth and spoke for the first time during her visit. "Pardon, your highnesses, but this makes me worried about the signs I saw downstairs. There are even some at the end of this hallway."

"Signs?" Calliope and Serafina asked in unison.

"Yes, I would have taken them down if I knew there was a competition. Perhaps we should go now and--"

Just then, the imperial leopardess heard a clumsy thud from the corridor. "Quick!" she yelped out. "They're outside! See what they're doing!"

Cassie was there first, swinging the door open excitedly, but when she stuck her head out into the hallway, no fur or tail of anyone was to be seen. There was, however, a posterboard sign taped to the door, which the Newfoundland detached and offered to Calliope, who was rushing up behind her, for inspection.

The leopardess glowered down at it. "Come to the boys' hideout. 405. Pizza, diapers, video games. No fur will go unchanged. P. S. NO GIRLS ALLOWED!! P. P. S. Especially you, sis. -Rog P. P. P. S. Yeah, have fun with your drug store diapers! -Rian."

Calliope wheeled about, quivering with feline fury. "Princess Serafina," she practically snarled. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The fox looked at the floor sheepishly and made a hesitant, last-ditch effort to defend herself. "Heh. Umm. . . maybe. . . you should have actually looked at the address in that delivery e-mail. . ."

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do!" Calliope snapped as she pushed the door shut and relocked it. "Cassie!" The Newfoundland was already behind Serafina, and gripped the sissyfox in her unescapable embrace, looking down at her with wide, sorrowful eyes.

"I'm sorry you have to see this, Lin Lin," empress Calliope said with a sigh, then gave Cassie her orders. "Tube her. Make sure I have the only key."

"But. . ." Serafina struggled futilely against the Newfoundland's powerful embrace, kicking as she was easily lifted off the ground. "Wait, mistress. . . I can explain. . . It's just. . .oww! let go of me! But. . . but. . ." Serafina sobbed from the next room right before the door slammed shut. "You've never seen his little sidekick act so cute, I swear! And he . . . he tasted sooo sweet. . . like . . . ice cream."

Calliope flicked her oriental fan open and shut several times, pacing in thought as she did. "How long do we have before the party, Lady Lin Lin?"

"Only three hours, your highness," the sissy panda offered politely. "Do you want to run out to the pharmacy? I would offer my personal supply, but I only have smalls, and it would take some time to travel back home and back here. Perhaps we could simply let all the guests know to bring their own diapers . . ."

"No. It's too late for that, especially with the boys' advertisements. And I won't have my guests in drug store diapers," she came to a halt and snapped her fan shut. "This time, I'll have to deal with my brother . . . myself. Listen closely, Lin Lin . . ."

Episode 3: Panda Spy!

"Greetings, sirs," said the diapered panda, bowing politely. He was wearing a tee-shirt that came down to his belly button. "My name is Li Lin, and I am a very innocent and most masculine panda, as you can tell from my Nintendo tee-shirt. Also as you can see, being a panda, I am very cute, and I also speak Mandarin. It is my original language."

Roger and Rian, standing on the other side of the half-open door, looked at each other suspiciously. "And you say you want to help us set up for our party?" Roger asked.

"Oh yes, that is why I am here so annoyingly early," the panda explained. "Because I saw your signs and want to help you set up for the party. I am particularly interested in knowing what videogames you would have, as well as what varieties of pizza, and from what pizza shop you plan to order."

"I don't think. . ." Rian started to say, but Roger cut him off. "Relax, little guy, I'll handle this. So, Li Lin, I wonder what you would do if I suddenly handed you. . ." Roger reached behind the door and after a pause of about two minutes while he rummaged through a pile of toys, thrust something into the panda's paws and concluded his statement. "This!"

The panda looked down at what had been placed in his paws. It was a Strawberry Shortcake doll. After about ten seconds of considered silence, he dropped it and gently slid it back across the threshold with his foot. "Please get it away from me," he said politely. "It is pink, and as a boy, I do not like that color."

Roger shrugged and pushed the door all the way open. "Passes my test, you can come in."

Rian kicked at Roger's leg and waved his paws frantically, but the panda was inside at once, moving around from item to item sniffing them as he did. Rian tugged at Roger's elbow. "Can I have a word with you?"

The labrador looked unconcerned. "Oh come on, he's a little panda. They're too cute to cause trouble," he remarked. "Besides, it's not like he knows where the diapers are."

The panda quivered at those words as he pretended to examine videogames. "Everything all right?" Rog asked.

"Oh yes! I was just excited to see that you have the new. . . umm. . . Grand Theft Auto," the disguised sissypanda Lin Lin barely suppressed a disgusted grimace as "he" looked at the game in his paw, "It is my favorite game. In fact. . ." he improvised rapidly, letting his bladder completely relax, "I am so excited that I just piddled myself."

"Hee," Rian tussled the panda's headfur hospitably. "Well we can help with that, right Rog? Once we've done a little setup. First, why don't you help us make some popcorn?"

Lin Lin nodded. "I am able to do that. Popcorn is not complicated!" He meandered into the kitchen and found a stepladder already out; atop it, he could reach the stove.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned to the common area and placed two large bowls of salted, buttered popcorn on the coffee table in front of Rian and Roger, who were entirely absorbed in video games. "Umm. . . shouldn't you two also be setting up for the party?" he asked.

"We are," Rian nodded, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah," Roger added, "we're testing the videogame system to make sure everything's connected right. Do you want a turn, Li?"

The panda shifted uncomfortably. "No thank you. Ooh! Maybe now I could get a change?"

"Umm," Roger remained focused on his controller, reaching out absently to grab a pawful of popcorn. "This is actually the furthest we've ever gotten on this game, so maybe like, just as soon as we've finished." He munched on the popcorn without taking his eyes off the screen. "Hey!" he remarked. "This is kettle corn. How did you do that?"

The panda smiled. "Sugar and spice and ev. . ." Roger and Rian both looked up at him suspiciously and he bit his tongue. "Umm, it is not that hard."

The two canids exchanged glances out of the sides of their eyes. "Hey, Rian," Roger said, "You know what would be great party food? Brownies."

"Yeah!" Rian added, munching on a few kernels of the sugar-coated popcorn experimentally. "We bought a special easy-to-make mix a while ago, it just was a bit hard for us to figure out. You seem to know your way around the kitchen, though, Li! I bet you can figure it out and find . . . everything necessary."

The panda grumbled and shuffled off to the kitchen. "I can see where this is going," she muttered as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed some eggs and milk. "I need to find a way to force them to bring out the diapers before they run me ragged. . ." And there it was, in the cupboard, her next stop, waiting for her next to the baking soda--chocolate laxative powder. The panda grinned evilly.

Twenty minutes later, the panda marched back into the living room with a tray of steaming brownies. "I think you're going for a record," Roger remarked as he watched Rian, who was biting his tongue and concentrating intensely on the game. "Wow, those smell good, Li!" Roger remarked.

"Thank you!" said the panda, setting the try down besides the popcorn, which both canids had been nibbling at. "I would be most gratified if you would try them."

"You ought to have the first one," Roger said, but the panda shook his head. "Aw come on," the lab insisted. "We've been kind of heels not helping you in the kitchen. It's just that Rian is going for a high score now--you're a boy, so I know you understand. But this will be so much better than if we had just ordered pizza." Roger looked at the panda suspiciously. "You do understand about the high score--right? He can't break his momentum."

"All right," the panda said reluctantly, "but only if you both promise to try them too, right after me." "He" took the first brownie from the tray, and bit into it.

About half an hour later, with the party start time rapidly approaching, the whimpering panda stood outside of Calliope's door, shivering, her diaper bulging in the rear, holding a tray of brownies, a tear running down her cheek as she knocked feebly. A gift tag had been stuck to the tray that read simply, "Enjoy, girls!"

The door clicked open and Calliope peeked out, ushering the little panda in. She looked her up and down critically, sniffing, and sighed as she pushed the door shut and relocked it. "Well, there goes our last diaper." She sat down and resumed playing with her fan for a moment before asking, "But . . . did it work?"

"Oh yes!" Lin Lin reported, beaming widely as she wiped the tears from her face. "Your brother was exactly as you said. They believed they had outwitted and humiliated me completely, and that the laxative powder they had been keeping around for months was very strong." The panda produced an empty glass vial from the front of her diaper and displayed it to her mistress triumphantly, adding with a smirk, "I used every drop of it. They did not suspect a thing."

Episode 4: The Changing Table Becomes the Bargaining Table!

"Oh, man!" Rian and Roger, who were manning the two changing mats, said in unison and cast each other frustrated glances as their own bowels heaved again. At each mat stood a line of about five furs, waiting for changes with varying degrees of patience. The lines had been continually replenishing for most of the last hour, so, as the hosts who had promised changes to all, Rian and Roger hadn't been able to get near the video game console, the pizza boxes, or the TV since the mass accidents had started.

"Okay, listen up, crew!" Roger boomed out, as he frantically wiped and powdered another bottom, a squirrel's, this time, and taped him up. "First, thank you again, that so many of you take chlorophyll before these events. It's the responsible thing to do. Second, I'm going to go see about getting more help. While I'm gone, please, please, PLEASE, observe the emergency rules we've been saying: No changes until you've had at least three accidents. We can't put a diaper on you just to have you run back in ten minutes. I'm sorry. And no double diapers! Not until we know how long this will last."

There was muttering and stamping of feet from the crowd as Roger stood up. The furs in his line grumbled. "Hey!" One of them shouted. "We aren't going to the end of that other line."

Roger growled at them. "Then you're not getting changed. No one, no matter how messy, gives my little buddy a hard time." Rian wagged his tail as Roger patted his head supportively. "Or maybe one of you wants to take a turn?" The crowd fell silent. A lion shuffled forward from the line and removed his pacifier from his mouth as he stepped into Roger's station reluctantly. "I came here to relax and be cubby for once, but I have some experience with this sort of thing," he said with a sigh. "I'll lend a paw."

"Good man," Roger shook his paw and grimaced as he felt himself mess his current diaper for the second time. He waddled through the crowd and out the door into the common area.

"Hey!" he barked at a mouse who stood there munching on two pawfuls of popcorn, held in both his paws cupped together. "Are you new? I thought I told everyone to dump the popcorn! And the soda. They're both spiked with some kind of slow-acting super-laxative." The mouse squeaked fearfully and dropped everything onto the floor, scampering off into the kitchen.

Roger made his way to the door and around the corner to his sister's apartment. He wet himself as he did, but fortunately had been wetting constantly enough that his pee was totally transparent at this point, so at least his diaper wasn't yellow. He knocked at the door with some trepidation.

An eye looked out the peephole, then he heard locks click open. None other than Serafina stepped out, or rather, hopped out. The sissyfox was wearing fluffy bondage mittens on her paws, which were secured together in front of her with a padlock, and a muzzle. She could maneuver her paws just enough to open and close the door. Her footpaws were also bound at a constant distance by a short, padlocked metal bar as well. She glared at Roger and jerked her head toward the bedroom, hopping in that direction as he waddled after her. Both were subjected to giggles, pointing, and whispered gossip from some of the less polite sissies in attendance.

"Roger," Calliope greeted him, seated on her canopy bed, overflowing with plushies and dolls. She beckoned for him to come closer. He approached the bed but she swatted his nose sharply with her fan. "Oh no, on the floor, please, messy doggie."

The lab crouched above the floor reluctantly and took a deep breath as he looked up at her. "It turns out we aren't having a very good party, sis. We just . . . don't have enough changers. I know you know why. So. . ." he said with obvious reluctance, "I am . . . sorry . . . that I stole your diapers . . . and tried to sabotage your party."

Calliope sighed and patted his head. "I wish I could savor this more, but the truth is we aren't having a very good party either. We just don't have enough diapers, and everyone's panties are getting bunched up about it."

Roger sniffed curiously. "Including yours, I see." he remarked. "Maybe, then, we can meet halfway." The lab held out a paw in a pawshake. "And you can unmuzzle Serafina?"

Calliope looked out the door. "Cassie?" she called. The Newfoundland made her way in quickly and bent down to listen to her mistress' whispered orders. After a moment, she nodded, and took one key from Calliope, using it to undo Serafina's muzzle. The sissyfox opened and closed her maw experimentally as Cassie lifted off the muzzle, and bit her lip poutily. "Thanks, Rog," she remarked petulantly, "but that's not the first thing I would have asked to have taken off."

"Cassie, Serafina," Calliope remarked, "Please see who most enjoys playing mommy to their dollies and bring them in here to talk to Roger and me. I want to offer some of the most maternal recruits a special assignment."

"Ooo! Is little Rian affected? I bet I can--" Serafina no sooner started to speak than Calliope rapped her nose sharply with the blunt side of her fan and glared up at her.

Episode 5: Equilibrium!

"Fankoos, mommy," the big lion on the right said as his diaper was flipped back into place and a kiss placed on his forehead at changing station #3 in the neutral zone, the rarely unlocked small adjoining area between Roger and Calliope's apartments, now converted into a hybrid emergency changing area for furs from either side, stocked with ample stacks of pink and blue diapers. "Can I pway wiff the other boys now?"

"You know, Lin Lin," Rian grinned up at her, looking back over his shoulder, as she powdered his bottom, "You're surprisingly good at this. I didn't think you were soft enough. Ow!" he winced as she swatted his bottom hard, once on each cheek, before rolling him onto his back and into his diaper. "What was that for?"

The panda glowered at him as she taped his new diaper snugly shut, first drawing the bottom tapes snug, then sealing off the top, making sure his wee wee was pointing down first. "I am just efficient," she snapped, and to prove her point, she rolled the changed little wolf off the mat with one foot and beckoned for the next comer while he was still face down on the floor. At many of the stations, sissyfurs were getting changed by gruff big brothers, and boy furs by maternal sissies.

Roger slid a tutu down over a sissy rabbit's outstretched arms and settled it around her waist, snapping the elastic waistband of her diapers. He had released Rian to play, but he remained as one of the final changers. "There you go," he tucked the rabbit on the nose. "Back to ballet class with you."

The rabbit leaned up and nuzzled the labrador's muzzle. "Fankoo, Mr. Roger. You are a great bwudder. I wish I got along with my sister as well as you do," he said.

Calliope snapped on a new pair of rubber gloves as she came up behind her brother, checking the rear of his diaper without prior announcement. "As well as Callie and I?" Roger asked, taken aback. The two siblings looked at each other incredulously. "Are you serious?" The rabbit embraced both of them in a big hug, rocking back and forth on his large feet. "Absolutely! I can't imagine how you plan things so well, but somehow, you two always throw the craziest parties."

The End.

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