The raccoon reached for the marshmallows, scanning the barcode and Kazard shoved his card into the reader without waiting to be prompted.

On the way out, he glanced up at the television screen displaying the security camera footage from the perspective of the cashier.

A few minutes later, his cheeks were still burning as he felt utterly humiliated. He tried to just focus on stepping on the gas pedal. Nervously glancing at from his GPS to the clock on his phone.

After almost blowing through several stop signs, the fox pulled into the driveway of Arya’s residence.

He hurried to the front door, knocking and kneading the packaging of the marshmallows in his paws nervously as he waited for Arya to answer the door.

The door opened slowly, Arya standing in front of it wearing a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt.

Kazard could tell with just a quick glance at her that she was not wearing a bra, and for the first time since his ordeal with the box had started to feel grateful for the thick cushioning pressing down on his crotch as he thought of what she was wearing.

Lazily, Arya glanced down at her watch and noted the time, her eyes locking with Kazard as she commented dryly.

“You’re a minute early, I said be here in twenty minutes, not nineteen, didn’t I?”

Kazard felt sweat prick at the back of his neck as his thoughts raced, wondering whether to laugh at the absurdity of her comment or apologize. She had caught him off guard with her sudden domineering gaze, so he went with the latter.

“I-I’m sorry… I’ll… I’ll try to be more on time… next time…”

Arya cocked an eyebrow at him, opening her palm and indicating that he handed the marshmallows over.

He complied, gently placed them in her palm. After he did, Arya spun around her white tail swishing elegantly behind her. She called behind her back.

“Shut the door behind you and follow me, make sure to lock it.”

Kazard complied, turning and making sure to flick the lock into position as he turned around to follow the white fox up the stairs. His heart beating in his chest as he began to slowly put together what the fox had in store for him.

A few seconds later they entered Arya’s bedroom, a cleanly looking bedroom with a vase of roses sitting on her bedside table.

“Strip.”

Kazard looked at her, his jaw slightly agape as he hesitated.

“I said, strip.”

The fox fiddled with his zipper, pulling off his pants and allowing it to bunch around his ankles as he pulled off his shirt.

He stood there, one arm gripping the other in a nervous posture as the white fox looked up at him and down.

Once again, for the prevention of his embarrassment he felt grateful that the ample thickness between his legs hid the sense of attraction he felt towards the fox’s figure.

Striding forward she pushed him onto her bed, his arms sprawling above him as he looked at her apprehensively.

Kneeling down on the bed, she rummaged around in her shirt until she withdrew a key, using her free paw she undid the locked tapes on Kazard’s diaper.

The lock symbols faded away as she did so, a pang of envy went through the white fox at the ease with which Arya took off the diaper he was cursed to be trapped in.

Revealing the cage hidden underneath the bulge of his padding, Arya expertly unlocked
it, a rush of cool air soothing his slightly sore penis.

“Now then, this will have you chirping a little bit more cheerily during our little session.
Now stand up.”