Movie Night: A Baby Blue Short kitncub kitncub@yahoo.com August 2010
This yiff-free short entry in the series is both a teaser, with clues to the focus in upcoming episodes, and a rapid recap of what’s up with our heroes.
In brief: When we left our heroes, the Baby Blue boys — members of a fraternity of AB/DL players devoted to having adventures and creating safe spaces throughout the city for all forms of boyish age play, their team had just recovered from the aftermath of second-in-command Rian’s all-night-long 24/7 party, which the wolf turned into a surprise party for his incontinent best friend Dex! Now, the team is gearing up for a major counteroffensive against the enemy sissy diaperfurs at the feminizing Academy for Special Boys! Of course, Baby Blue’s leaders can still make time for one of their most important activities — getting cozy in their diapers.
Characters:
Roger, a Labrador retriever, is the leader and co-founder of Baby Blue. His sister, neighbor, and rival, the leopardess Calliope, is headmistress of the enemy Pink Team. Diaper status: Occasional! Roger is a caretaker and gets most enjoyment from looking after his boys. But even the best of us have accidents sometimes!
Rian, Roger’s true-blue lupine sidekick, is the second-in-command and co-founder of Baby Blue, the group’s extroverted and generous social organizer. He is dating a high-ranking member of the enemy Pink team, the sissy princess fox, Serafina, who just landed a lead role in a city Shakespeare festival production. Diaper status: 24/7! Rian has made a lifestyle choice to wear diapers all the time. The crinklier, the better. You’ll almost never catch him wearing only one.
Dex, Rian’s best friend, is the team’s third-in-command and combat leader. He’s dating Twitchy, the Baby Blue engineer, after rescuing the bunny from captivity by unscrupulous circus workers. A committed environmentalist, even when regressed to his full-blown kit mode Dex can’t be persuaded to wear anything but cloth. Diaper status: 24/7—but not recreationally. The sensitive martial artist was left incontinent in the wake of a crippling tournament injury—and kept his constant diaper use secret until Rian changed things at his own 24/7 party by telling the supportive team members assembled there that he only had the courage to go 24/7 recreationally because his best friend had done it first.
Twitchy, Baby Blue’s nervous, goggle-wearing chief engineer, is a little brother playmate to Rian and big brother playmate to the regression-prone Dex. He’s been dating (and tutoring) the raccoon since Dex rescued him—but he’s insisting they avoid any public displays of affection outside team territory, and that they wait until both are “ready” before engaging in any hanky panky. Diaper status: Occasional! If anything, the super-smart bunny has been wearing less lately as he juggles his on-call team responsibilities with looking after Dex and his increasing workload at college. But Twitch remains a kid at heart.
And now . . .
The short wolf sitting on the sofa raised the visor of a plastic knight’s helmet and looked back over his shoulder, up at the black Labrador retriever pacing to and fro in his apartment, talking on his cell phone.
“Should we keep it paused, Rog?” Rian asked, shaking a remote in his paw. “Or—”
The Labrador shook his head, waved his paw, and mouthed, “Right back. Keep going,” as he headed into his bedroom.
“You want a quote for a whole attic of toys?” Roger, his eyes twinkling and tail wagging, was asking the fur on the other end of the phone. “I’m not sure, about how many boxes do you think are up there? When furs bring boxes to the comic store I just pay either $10 or $20 per box depending on how big it is and what condition the stuff is in. I don’t have an attic price exactly. Well, actually, you don’t need to come to the store, if you want to set up a time I can stop by and see what you’ve got. Would I have to bring two cars? I can bring my clerk Byron with me; he’s good at this packing stuff. Oh no, don’t throw anything out before then. I’ll handle the weeding. If I can’t resell them trust me, I’ll find an organization that can use them. We don’t—I mean I don’t ever let toys go to waste!”
Standing in front of the TV, Rian’s best friend Dex, a raccoon in a yellow karate uniform with a brown sash tied around his waist, was standing on one footpaw karate chopping and kicking at the air, practicing using his tail to keep a constant center of balance. “Heart—body—”
Rian shook his head, which caused the visor of his helmet to fall down accidentally. Flustered, he raised it with a paw and stuck his tongue out at Dex. “Sit down already,” said the wolf, who was wearing a silvery tee-shirt over a pair of plastic pants with knights on chargers on them that barely contained two thick plastic diapers, stuffed with a thick absorbency pad, in addition to his plastic helmet. “You look silly.”
“I won’t dignify that with a response, Sir Wets-a-Lot,” Dex answered as he hopped and shifted his weight to his opposite foot, resuming his drilling. “And I’m kind of nervous. After all this time as an assistant at the dojo, I teach my own karate class for the first time next week. It’s just cubs but still. Mind—heart—”
“What are you chanting anyway?” Rian asked. “That’s new.”
“It’s a new thing we’re all supposed to do at the dojo,” Dex explained without breaking his routine, breathing in a careful rhythm the whole time. He sounded increasingly serious as he explained, “Mind—body—heart—when all three focus on the same goal you’re a real martial artist. Then you’re a force of nature. You know, I was thinking that it’s just like—” he leapt and kicked, switching his balance in the air and landing on his opposite footpaw. “Like the three of us. You have heart, I’m body, Twitch is mind. With our powers combined we’re like—”
“Care Bears?” Rian suggested.
Dex turned to stick his tongue out at Rian just as he hopped again, but as he did, his tail twitched involuntarily and his center of balance shifted for the first time. The raccoon tumbled backwards and landed flopped on his side on the couch looking up at his friend. He let the suppressed giggle that had thrown him off balance bubble up and his face, previously knotted in concentration, relaxed into a broad smile. “Yes,” he said, proceeding with his plans to stick his tongue out. “Like Care Bears. Thanks for grounding me.”
A loud flush came through an open bathroom door on the other side of the kitchen, and a white rabbit wearing a black tee-shirt and bulky cargo pants hopped into the room.
“You missed it, Twitch,” Rian said seriously without turning to look at him. The visor of his helmet fell down again, and he raised it with one paw as he added, “Three-way swordfight. Lance cut off Mordred’s head. The bad guys all ran away. It was wicked. Best part of the movie.”
“I did not,” Twitchy said, tapping his foot and adjusting the safety goggles settled on his forehead. “You’ve barely started the movie yet. I haven’t missed anything important.”
“You’ll never know will you?” the wolf said smugly, reaching over with one paw to pat the raccoon’s head. “Now Dex here hasn’t missed part of a movie in years.”
“It’s true,” Dex said, blushing and flicking his tail against the couch as he noticed that the innermost cloth diaper beneath his karate uniform suddenly felt wet and warm in front. There wasn’t any help for it. In the time they had known each other, Rian had made a study of ways to make his incontinent friend feel better about himself, and rarely missed a chance to remark on whatever advantages he could think of for Dex’s full-time diaper use. It had become an even more automatic reflex in the short time since Rian had announced to the team that he would be trying to wear 24/7 himself — in his case, by choice. He had turned the occasion into a surprise gift for Dex, presenting the reserved raccoon, who kept his incontinence a secret and would never have broken the ice on the subject of wearing full-time, to their team as a recreational wearer and his role model.
“You don’t hafta either, Twitch,” the wolf said hopefully, looking over his shoulder with a smile and gesturing to the center of the couch. “All the cool kits are doing it. Join us. You know you want to. It’s your destiny. Together we’ll—” His visor fell down again and he frowned as he raised it with one paw, squinting at the rabbit. “Hey!” the wolf exclaimed as his friend appeared back in his view. “I knew something was weird with you and now I know what! New clothes! I didn’t think you had any pants that weren’t denim.” He giggled as he added, “Or plastic.”
The leader Roger, his sidekick Rian, the fighting raccoon Dex and the rabbit engineer Twitchy were all members of Baby Blue, a fraternity of AB/DL boys devoted to encouraging all forms of boyish play and adventure among the city’s age-players.
Tomorrow they would be beginning a team-wide counteroffensive against the enemy pink faction, headquartered at Empress Calliope’s feminizing Academy for Special Boys. But tonight they were here for an important ritual — the biweekly movie night of the Secret Circle, the group’s highest-ranking officers. The only missing Circle member was Twitchy’s pocket-sized mouse companion, Squeak, who had recently begun spending more of his time traveling with other members of the group, instead of always riding on Twitchy.
The rabbit crossed his arms and eyed the raccoon sprawled across the couch. The fur on the top of Dex’s head almost brushed against Rian’s leg gathers.
“Uh huh,” Twitchy said, shifting his weight from one footpaw to the other and clasping both forepaws behind his back. “Been shopping some. Do you like this outfit, Dex? You haven’t said anything yet.”
He fidgeted a bit as the raccoon, righting himself and sitting up straight, looked over his shoulder with a grin and gave his boyfriend of the last few months a thumbs-up. “Come on, Twitch,” the coon said, also patting in the center of the couch. “Get in the cuddle seat. It’s your turn.”
The rabbit, relaxing a little, hopped directly over the couch and settled into the spot between the two of them.
“What a perfect time to reconsider the rest of your wardrobe too, little bro,” the short wolf urged, nosing Twitchy’s whiskers.
Twitchy’s large ears quivered in annoyance. “For the last time,” he pouted to the wolf, “I’m not wearing to class and I’m not wearing all the time and you have to give up on your stupid idea of getting all the team leaders to go 24/7, it’s just dumb. I understand Dex has no choice and I understand you’re incurably weird. But some of us have lives outside this club you know, and I’m sorry if I don’t want my entire life to revolve around wearing diapers.”
Dex frowned. “Entire life?” he asked, his ears drooping and suddenly sounding depressed. “It’s not my entire—”
Twitchy put an arm around the raccoon’s shoulder. “It’s okay, hon, how you are’s not your fault.”
Dex narrowed his eyes and opened his muzzle; Rian, who knew the raccoon well enough to sense him bristling, interrupted quickly and lightly, saying to the bunny, “Now, Twitch, I know you’re used to being the best student all the time, but just because your boyfriend is more accomplished than you at diaper logistics doesn’t mean you couldn’t score a solid B. Maybe he could tutor you, if it all seems too hard to handle.”
Twitchy frowned and pouted. Dex brightened. Rian looked visibly relieved at having headed off any unpleasantness. “I could give you pointers, you know,” Dex said, nosing at Twitchy’s nearer ear. “I mean don’t go full-time for real like this lunatic, but if you wanted to try doing it on weekends for a while. It could be a joint project for us.”
The rabbit blushed and looked at his feet. “That might be fun, kitten,” he said tentatively. “Would you like doing that though? Would it distract from your playtime with me? Don’t you want to be taken care of Dex? It’s important to keep your focus. I want you to be in the right headspace when we—ermm,” he shifted uncomfortably, cast a sidelong glance at Rian, and concluded vaguely, “you know. I want you to feel provided for. Not big and—” Twitchy frowned slightly as he added, “lonely.”
Dex shrugged. “I can toggle. I mean I’m practically Rian’s personal trainer right now. Which reminds me, wolfy, in case I fall asleep on the couch before you take off: don’t forget to take a good long piddle at least ten minutes before you leave tonight, cuz the first one after a while will make you have to go again reeall soon, and you’ll want to deal with the open floodgate here rather than out in the street. And please do not forget your water bottle this time, wolfy pants! You must keep drinking water to keep your dribbles small and regular and your pee diluted. That means everywhere you go. I’m going to have to staple that thing to your paw, I swear. I might have to start charging, you know. Since your surprise party I’m suddenly being bugged for advice all the time, even from furs who heard about it afterward.” He paused, looked across the bunny’s lap at Rian, and smiled at the wolf. “What you did for me was really special by the way. Thanks again for—”
Rian reached for the remote. “Umm, you can stop saying thank you already, Dex,” he said. “Being my on-call fur on campus while I figure all this out is more than enough. I hate to bug Serry for help too much right now while she’s running around between rehearsals and the academy. I’m sure you’re getting sick of seeing me like four times a day. But don’t you worry, we’ve talked about it and as soon as she’s freer I’ll be able to ease up on you. I’m starting to have a grudge against this Shakespeare guy she’s spending so much time with. But as soon as her play opens we’ll be making up for lost time. There’s still so much I want to do with her. And I’m not liking this movie, you know,” Rian remarked, changing the subject. “Or maybe it’s just that I’ve never liked this story, really. I mean, it’s supposed to be romantic, but come on, Arthur doesn’t know that his best friend has a thing for his wife? For, like, what, ten years? Longer? How dumb can you be, and still be king? You’d have to have blinders on.”
His plastic visor fell down again as he turned to look at the bunny. Twitchy rolled his eyes and reached over to lift it up for him. Dex remarked, from across the bunny’s lap, “Well that’s because it’s not about Guenevere really. I mean, she’s nothing special.”
Rian’s visor fell right back down. Twitchy shook his head, annoyed, and made no effort to lift it up a second time. “Oh no,” the wolf groaned, his voice echoing from inside the plastic knight’s helmet. “Let me guess. You found another one.”
“Lance and Arthur. That’s the real relationship here. I mean think about it, the girl’s just a way of getting his buddy’s attention,” the raccoon said, nodding decisively. “It’s totally obvious, once you’re attuned to it. I’m pulling for the slash couple in this movie. Things are looking good for them at the moment.”
Rian raised his visor halfway. “You and your lost causes,” the wolf chided his friend, and turned his attention back to the remote in his other paw. “The ending’s been written already, Dex. It didn’t turn out that way.”
“Keep hope alive, I say,” answered the coon.
“Whatever,” Rian retorted, shaking his head, then assumed a more serious tone. “Well, relax tonight, boys. We fire our opening shot tomorrow. Dex is right about one thing though. While you were in the place that can’t be spoken of, bunny, he said as long as the three of us are in sync, the team has nothing to worry about. And I think our operation plans are pretty solid. I mean I know Dex and I both feel good, we’ve been over our stuff. Equipment is really your department. What are you thinking, Twitch?” he asked idly as he pressed “Play.”
The bunny stared up at the screen as it flickered back into motion, and the movie started up again. He looked at Dex, who had returned his attention to the TV, and saw the glint in his eye and the flick in his tail as the raccoon spied Rian’s errant water bottle rolling across the floor, picked it up silently, and reached across the bunny to set it down right by his friend’s footpaw. How long would that glow last this time, Twitchy wondered.
He looked at Rian, who was eying the female fox on the screen as she greeted the triumphant returning warriors. The wolf squirmed in his seat, looking suddenly wistful at the corny romantic dialogue, and Twitchy could see him smile longingly, no doubt picturing his absent sissy partner.
“I’m thinking,” the rabbit answered, half to Rian and half to himself, as he glanced again from one of his best friends to the other, and let out a long sigh, “that I have my work cut out for me, because you two — are both morons.”
Next time: Open House!: A Diaperfur Identity Adventure, begins.
Most sissies began as boys. They explored. They rebelled. Without their dresses and panties they look — and feel — like boys. Some are programmed to think they are boys. Each has many accessories. And . . . They have a plan.
This yiff-free short entry in the Pink and Blue Diaperfur Adventures series is both a teaser, with clues to the focus in upcoming episodes, and a rapid recap of what’s up with our heroes. It was the second of two filler shorts to set up the Open House saga.
