Roadtripping
Short oneshot about two "cubs" enjoying a nice, long car ride with their rather devious "mommy"!
"That's it! I've had quite enough out of both of you!"
The tigress flicked down the tab on the rearview mirror for emphasis, peering sternly back at you over her sunglasses.
"I didn't do anything, Mom!" you protested, setting your Game Boy down in your lap to pout at her reflection.
"Then whose voice is giving me a migraine up here?"
You looked to the seat beside you, where, securely buckled in his safety seat, your "little brother" visibly smirked behind the pacifier strapped into his maw.
"But he keeps touching me!" you groaned.
"Is that true, puppy?"
The wolf, truthfully about the same age as you, ducked to hide behind the padded mitts locked around his paws and tucked his chin tightly against the Paw Patrol logo on his shirt.
"Tsk tsk...what's got you so cranky, sweety?" she clucked dotingly. "It's only been an hour since we left home."
"Bet he wants his diaper changed!" you teased, though it wasn't a lie; a yellowed swelling had already overtaken the front of his exposed Pampers, and the Sesame Street characters' faces were beginning to bulge out from behind the car seat straps around his crotch.
"Bet you wouldn't say that if *your* shorts were off, mister." The tigress shot back. You reflexively tucked your thighs together with a huff, feeling a warm dampness, and wondering how many little alien decals had faded from the Buzz Lightyear Pull-Ups under your cargo shorts. "And to think, you said you were ready to wear big-boy undies for this trip!"
Grumbling under your breath, you picked your Game Boy back up and continued the journey from Lavender Town to Fuschia City, eager to let the topic die.
"As for you, little pup, Mommy knows just what you need to keep yourself occupied."
Eyes still on the road, she slid her paw down to a small remote in the cupholder. With the click of a button, a muffled buzzing sound began to eminate from the wolf's soaked diaper, and his eyes shot wide open as a surprised moan tried to escape from behind his binky.
Snickering to yourself, you tried for a few minutes to become engrossed in your game. However, while the distraction of your brother's poking and prodding had ceased, all his whining and wiggling began to grate on your nerves. He was practically jostling the whole row as he bounced up and down against the restraints of his seat, both trying to force the vibrating plug deeper into his puppy hole, and grind his caged boy parts against the squishy front of his diaper.
Doing your best to ignore him, his intensity only increased as time went by. Within minutes, he was whimpering and panting, a desperate shudder rocking his car seat as his eyes rolled back in his head, and the musky scent of puppy spunk began to mix in with the aromas of wet padding and baby powder already wafting throughout the minivan.
"Can you keep it down?" you snapped with a scowl, leering over the top of your screen.
"Young man, you leave your brother alone!" Mommy ordered. "Or do I need to pull over and pop a paci in *your* mouth too?"
"Don't need a stupid paci..." you grunted. "Not a baby..."
"Alright, big boy. Mommy just thinks you need something to calm you down too."
The tigress reached for the other cupholder, and in an instant, lightning tingled up your spine as the thick plug in your tail hole began buzzing a high-power duet with its twin in the seat beside you.
Struggling to maintain a semblance of composure, you redoubled the effort to focus on your Game Boy. The string of fishermen trainers along the seaside was growing boring, but you knew from road trips in the past that staying distracted was an important step in avoiding the embarrassment of an accident.
The van must have hit a bump or pothole in the road, because the girthy toy shifted inside you, suddenly pummelling the sensitive bundle of nerves behind your bladder. Biting your lip to stifle a gasp, you began to feel a dull ache in your privates as they throbbed and struggled against the hard plastic of your chastity cage.
You squirmed in your seat, hoping to find a more comfortable position, but the adjustment only smushed the soggy crotch of your Pull-Ups against your body, and caused the plug to prod your pleasure button even harder. A shudder escaped your muzzle as a gush of hot precum added to the flood zone.
"Everything alright, honey?" The tigress' grin was visible in the mirror.
"Uh...uh-huh," you stammered. "How long until we get to Auntie's?"
"Still a couple more hours. Think you can sit tight for me 'til then?"
"Mmhmm!" Your voice cracked, as sweat began to form on your brow.
Another distraction came, in the form of your brother writhing and tensing against his restraints as another climax wracked his body. The musk in the air grew even heavier, flooding your nose and clouding your mind until you could barely even focus on your game.
You shouldn't have had so much juice before leaving, you think to yourself regretfully. Locked up or not, soaked padding always presented a tougher challenge to keep your cool in. Something about the squish, the warmth, the way the hammering vibrations seemed to spread outward from your plug and rattle your cage...
Shaking your head, you did your best to snap out of the fog and look down to the Game Boy. Magikarp, Goldeen, Tentacool...you struggled to keep your mind on anything other than the sensations overtaking your body. Your sense of pride kept you from giving in; it was embarrassing enough you were still having trouble holding your pee, but a big kid like you ought to be able to hold his stickies, right?
Unlike your little brother, who, judging by the sound of it, wasn't too far from orgasm number three. What a baby...snugly fastened into his seat, soaked Pampers on display, nursing his binky intently, eyes half-lidded, as spurt after spurt of puppy creamies were milked out by the plug in his bottom...
"Ngghhh!"
You couldn't hold out. The muscles of your tailhole pulsed vigorously as a torrent of cum squirted out of your cage, slickening the inside of your Pull-Ups more and more with each buck of your hips. Every last fading alien face had disappeared from your padding now, you were sure of that by the time of the last twitch.
Of course, the onslaught of vibrations continued even as you came down, showing no signs of stopping. Paws still trembling, you bent forward to pick up the Game Boy you'd let clatter to the floor in the heat of the moment, but the shifting shoved the plug further up your behind, eliciting a needy whine as it raked against your overstimulated passage.
"Such well-behaved cubs I have..." Mommy snickered to herself.
It was going to be a *long* car ride.