River the foxgirl

lips locked, adrenaline rushing, completely oblivious to their potty signals until they feel warmth spreading and being sucked away from their skin

or maybe they really do know they need to go but don’t want to ruin the moment. they’ll be ok, they can hold it, just one more minute, this feels so good…all is well until cg catches them off guard with a nibble of their ear or grab of their crotch. they gasp and all off a sudden the floodgates open, or they unclench and a mound forms in the back of their padding

panting in between kisses, grinding their hips into cg’s lap, wet diaper stifling any real sensation for the little. cg on the other hand is getting a crotch full of warmth and weight and loving every minute of it.

You've never seen such a predatory need in your big sister's eyes. Everything about her signals a readiness to pounce, even her fluffy vulpine ears twitching on her head. The prey drive in your brain screams for you to run, to do anything to get away, yet you stay frozen on your bed.

"Big sis, wha-"

"Shut. Up." Her normally soft voice is barely more than an animalistic growl.

She sees the fear spreading across your face and her posture awkwardly softens. When she speaks, her voice is shaky as if it's eating away at her focus. "I'm sorry, bunny. Is big sis scaring you?"

You nod.

Something approaching guilt spreads across her face, before being swallowed by that unsettling predatory hunger.

"Big sis just." She paused to think. "She just wants to play a special game with you, bunny," she says, her voice softening. "You'll like it once we start playing," she whispers, moreso trying to convince herself.

Your big foxy sister climbs over your frozen form and does her best to ease you out of your pyjamas with shaky hands. "Shh shh, don't worry. This is how we play. And then after we can get ice cream and watch whatever movies you want, okay? You've just gotta be brave for your big sister for a little bit."

Whatever your mumbled response is, her hands continue pulling your pyjama bottoms off. "F-fuck..." she stutters. After staring for a moment, she pulls off her own pants to reveal a strapon. "This is just the toy we play the game with, bunny, okay?"

A quick application of lube later, she settles her weight on top of you and lifts your legs up. You can feel how shaky her hands are, how soft her skin is, how warm her breath is.

"Big sis, I feel funny," you half-protest.

"That's okay, bunny. Just try to relax and don't squirm and big sis will play extra gentle with you.

She eases the toy inside you bit by bit. Her fluffy ears drink in every sweet sound you make. Her eyes study your face for any signs she's "playing" too rough with you.

"Just breathe, bunny. Big sis will do all the work." Her voice is hungry once again.

Carefully, she picks up her pace. It's perhaps a touch too fast to get used to, but it makes you feel so funny and fuzzy and blushy and all sorts of cute noises start to escape your mouth.

"Unf~ Fuck, bunny, that's it. Take my strap. Good. Fucking. Bunny. Good. Little. Prey." Each word is punctuated by her forcing her toy deep inside you, pounding even more noises out of you.

A couple of times, you feel really really really really good. So good that you get super loud and big sis has to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. The fucking doesn't slow down for you though. Your big sister's breathing gets heavier and ragged. She makes her own needy noises as she fucks you like a wild animal in heat dying for any relief.