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Chapter 10:

Arya

Arya had noticed the light silver furred fox with the cute pink-tinted glasses the moment he had walked in on his first day, appearing slightly apprehensive during his first day of work.

She'd quickly picked up on his existence, and from how flustered he acted during their first conversation and the flush that rushed to his cheeks she knew that he found her attractive.

This greatly pleased the orange fox, for Arya loved indulging herself in domination of others. Her outward appearance gave little hint as to what her true pleasures were, as she was always perky, attentive, and ready to help those around her.

Although caring and generous on the outside, her lust for the subordination of others often crept into the fantasies crowding her mind when alone by herself, able to indulge in her wildest fantasies.

That's why when that cute little helpless fluff ball of a fox started working there, she set her sights on him early.

She'd always made sure to sneak up on him, always keep him second guessing himself and perhaps even allowing him to gaslight his own senses whenever she caught him while he was distracted.

However, things started taking a turn that even she didn't expect. During the week where she had decided to approach the fox about potentially inviting him over to her place or going out for lunch sometime, she had noticed some odd behavior.

After first, after Kazard had explained his medical malady, she was greatly concerned for the fox. She had begun to wonder whether all of the kinky ideas she had in store for him, were he to be willing, were really the best idea for him to experience. She didn't want something that was fun for her and hopefully humiliating for him escalated into something serious.

But things continued to get stranger and stranger as she observed him more and more.

For about a week she noticed that he seemed to make a particularly uncomfortable looking face when sitting down, as if the chair he were about to recline on had thumbtacks glued to its surface. But almost as suddenly as she started to notice this weird mannerism it disappeared, but she found out later that it was to be replaced with an even stranger one.

After she had checked herself in to work that following week, she padded up quietly to his work station, finding that he was already quite occupied with the circuits that he was attempting to fix. She stood in the doorway, watching him unnoticed by the silver fox as he let out a small growl of frustration as his project seemed to behave in a manner unsatisfactory to him.

She watched with curiosity as he raised one of his paws to his mouth, and then to her confusion she saw his frustration suddenly disappear from his face almost immediately as he slipped his thumb in his mouth and began sucking on it in earnest, a small whimper coming from his throat as his eyelids drooped.

Baffled, she walked up to him and asked pointedly, "Hi Kaz! What are you doing?"

The fox looked up at her, still dazed, then down at his thumb lodged in his mouth. His eyes widened with realization and fear and he quickly pulled his thumb out of his maw with a small popping noise, looking thoroughly embarrassed. He sputtered out an excuse.

"I-I uhh nicked my thumb on the motherboard so uh... I was just getting some saliva on it that's all.. It hurt..."

Arya smirked, and in a joking tone replied, "Awww poor baby, here let me see how bad it is."

The fox stiffly shook his head now, a nervous laugh coming out choked out of his throat as he replied shakily,"N-No no I'm fine! Really I was just kind of half lost in thought about my project anyway and I just was biting my thumb as a nervous habit as well... I really am totally fine!"

Curiouser and curiouser... thought Arya, as she smiled and shook her head in amusement at his nervousness. He seems to be pretty intent on being left along these days... In fact I'm surprised I hadn't noticed it earlier... But what on earth could this total twig of a fox be hiding?

Out of the corner of her eye that following week she had caught him suckling his thumb several times, but decided not to approach him directly about it again.

I don't want to scare off the poor thing after all... Plus I have a feeling if I come on too strong he wouldn't like that anyway... Still...

The following week she caught the fox in the break room, reaching up on a higher shelf to grab a bowl. She padded past him, bumping into him in a friendly manner and reaching up next to him to help him acquire the bowl.

She had expected to feel the stiffness of his thighs and perhaps the firm softness of his buttocks as she bumped closely against him. But instead she felt a distinct squish of some sort of material that was on top of his behind.

What on earth was that? What is he smuggling mashed potatoes into his pants or something? And why did his underwear feel so thick... Does he get cold down there easily or something? It's not even that cold in here...

A few days later she arrived at work to hear Aaron's obnoxious laughter echoing down the halls and through the rooms. After signing in she had come to investigate after realizing that the laughter was coming from Kaz's workstation.

She walked in as the horse let out a guffaw.

"You mean to tell me that you weren't sucking your thumb? Nervous habit, schmervous habit that's still the most embarrassing thing I've ever heard about Kazo!"

Seeing Arya in the room Aaron walked over and placed a hoof on her shoulder, supporting himself as he continued to laugh boisterously.

Arya grimaced, and picked the horse's hoof off of her shoulder with her finger and her thumb, like she were handling a particularly nasty looking banana peel.

She glanced over at Kazard, who as usual sat stiffly in his work station chair, trying to keep himself composed.

Upon seeing her in the room as well he had blushed profusely, doing little to steady his voice as he replied,"L-look Aaron I don't come over to your corner and bother you about your own work quirks so stop getting off at mine! And... Hi Arya..."

She smiled back at him cooly, giving him a wink and turning over her shoulder to tell Aaron, "Hey by the way, the boss needs you. He told me nobody's sucked up to him in the past ten minutes and he was getting antsy, that sounds like something you could help with."

Aaron shook his head, and staggered out the door, still laughing loudly. Ironically though, as Arya heard his hoofbeats fade away as he drew further away, he did seem to be headed in the direction of their boss' office.

Turning back to Kaz, she smiled at him knowingly, before walking off in the direction of her own workstation.

The look of slight panic and desperation on the fox's face as she had turned to face him amused her greatly. She knew he was afraid that she would ask why he suddenly became so fixated with sucking his thumb, but she knew better than to ask so directly. Even if it took every ounce of her self-restraint, for she was emphatically curious as to why he had so suddenly picked up this habit.

That afternoon though, a plan started to formulate in her mind. She had finally decided that she would have to do a little bit of investigation herself, feeling as though any direct approach would only warrant the fox more discomfort and awkward feelings between the two, something she didn't want to happen quite yet.

She still wasn't sure what she wanted, did she want him as a boyfriend? A friend? Just a coworker? A sex slave? Fuck buddy? She didn't know. The burning curiosity inside of her as to why the fox had suddenly begun behaving so suspiciously prevented her from seeing her desires clearly.

By the third Friday since the thumb sucking had first been noticed, she had made up her mind.

She had clocked out about 15 minutes early that day, and sat waiting in her car like a bird of prey, unmoving and waiting to see her shy silver furred fox come out of the building and into his car.

His gait seemed awkward, as if he were... Is he... waddling? It was true that his head and shoulders seemed to shift from side to side as he walked, as if he were carrying something particularly unpleasant between his legs.

Is this about that strange thing I felt when I bumped into him the other day? Is he smuggling drugs to work in his underwear or something? What if he's doing something illegal...

Arya started up her engine, and following just far enough away from Kazard's car followed him home that way, her heart racing every time she lost vision of him through the sea of traffer.

Her luck won out however, and she was able to stay far enough away from him to prevent suspicion yet close enough to be able to see what turns he made.

She circled around his block once, twice before parking it a ways down the street and sprinting silently up to his front door.

Her tail swished excitedly behind her, the only bit of movement her body displayed as she crept around the front and peeked her head over the window sill, kneeling behind the bushes underneath his living room window.

What meet her eyes widened them like dinner plates. Standing there in the living room stood the silver fox, carelessly stripping his clothes off and dumping them on his couch unceremoniously.

He leaned forward, pulling his pants down and shamelessly displayed what appeared to be a thoroughly used white diaper.

Arya crouched down once again and turned her back against the wall, leaning on it and sliding down until she landed on her bottom, her eyes still wide and her mouth slightly ajar.

Of course! She thought excited to herself, That's why it felt like he had mashed potatoes in his pants!

She drew a paw over her muzzle, and giggled to herself silently. Ewwwww... she thought, grinning widely, no wonder the poor thing always seems to be so on edge... he's obviously severely incontinent! But wait... she thought further, her eyebrows furrowing as her mind raced, He never used to be this awkward before... His incontinence must be a recent occurrence... Maybe that condition he was talking about also included incontinence and he just didn't tell me the full details?

She got off of her behind and brushed a few bits of dirt and leaves off of her pants and crept over to the door again, peeking around the corner of the front porch. She now saw that his living room was now empty along with the clothes he had flung on top of his couch.

Experimentally, she wrapped her paw around his front door knob and tried turning it. To her surprise, the door silently swung open.

She caught her breath, mentally steadied herself and entered his house.

Hearing noises from upstairs she silently crept up to the second floor, soft paw pads landing delicately on each step as she turned her ears from side to side, trying to figure out in what room Kaz was in.

Come on fox... I know you're in here... Show me your secrets! She thought to herself, and rounding a corner once up the stairs, she slowly pushed open the door to what she discovered to be his bedroom. The silver fox sat kneeling next to his bed wearing nothing but a large, white diaper as he scribbled away on a notepad set atop an old looking wooden box.

Arya licked her lips and then, in a clear, no nonsense voice asked, "Kazzy, why didn't you tell me that you were such a big baby?"

The fox practically shrieked as he turned around, dropping his pen and pad of paper as he scrambled backwards away from the orange fox, bumping his head hard on his bedside table.

The fox stood in the doorway at her full height, a good three inches taller than Kazard, her arms on her hips and a stern expression on her face, with just the hint of a sly smile pulling at her lips.

The fox grabbed his head and grimaced in pain at the impact, breathing quickly. It poured out of him, all of it.

He spluttered how it wasn't his fault, how one day he just found the box in his living room, how he didn't know he was agreeing to anything but opening the box, how he had tried to reason and bargain with it, and how no matter how he tried to play his cards the box always seemed to get the better end of the deals and further humiliated him, one way or another.

The orange fox's mind whirled. Magic? Diapers? A sentient box? Did the silver fox go mad?

Strangely enough though, she believed him. His odd behavior, his aversion towards placing his paws anywhere near his crotch, that one time she caught him when he thought no one was looking pawing at his crotch, how he had rushed home early that one time, and how at times he seemed to have a slight waddle when moving from place to place.

The orange fox grinned, and gears began turning in her head. Even if he's just trying to make up silly stories about the box, I've got him where I want him now. Whatever the truth is he definitely has some sort of fixation with this situation. And now I've got all the cards in my deck!