Egaran Stars - 62. Galen- Cubplay

They lay on the couch together, Galen’s arm curled around Reinard as the fox rested on his chest. A cartoon flashed on the screen, Reinard watching happily as he tried to keep from moving too much.

“Hey, where’s that massage you promised me?” he demanded.

“I didn’t promise you a massage,” Galen said.

“Yes you did. You said you’d-”

“Make you feel better? That doesn’t mean a massage. Don’t you feel better now?”

“No, you said you’d work on my butt…”

“Mmm, so I did.”

Galen rolled slightly until he was on his back, his hands reaching around to cup his fox’s cheeks. Gently kneading them, the tiger watched Reinard curiously, trying to get him to relax a little, to let his guard down.

“Ow…”

“Is it too rough?” he asked quietly.

“No… no, my breasts are sore…” Reinard grimaced, trying to hold himself up.

“Well I won’t be sucking on them then,” Galen smirked.

“Wait, you’d really do that? Why? I don’t even have milk.”

“It’s not about the milk, it’s about making you feel good,” the tiger murmured, continuing his massage.

Reinard tensed slightly, before relaxing into Galen with his head buried in the tiger’s fur.

“Fuck, this hurts… Don’t ever fuck my ass again…”

Galen swatted the fox’s padded butt gently, Reinard yelping in shock.

“I told you to watch your language when you’re in your diaper. And no sex talk. That’s two rules you’ve broken.

“You hit me!”

“I spanked you. Naughty foxes get spanks.”

“No we… they don’t,” Reinard grumbled.

“It wasn’t even that hard. Just a warning,” Galen said. “Now, do you want more hot chocolate?”

“No, I need to pee,” Reinard denied.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re in a diaper isn’t it.”

The fox stared at the tiger, horror in his eyes.

“No… no no, I am not pissing my pants.”

Another swat, and Reinard let out an angry gekker, his tail lashing.

“Stop doing that!”

“Then stop using bad words,” Galen smirked. “Why are you against using the diaper for its purpose?”

“It’s dirty, and I know how to use a toilet. I don’t need to wear a diaper.”

“And yet you wear one to the studio almost daily since I first bought them,” Galen pointed out.

“I’m not peeing in my diaper,” Reinard snapped.

“Then you will just have to hold it,” Galen replied evenly, a challenge in his eyes. “Just think about all that liquid flowing through you, having nowhere to go because you insist it’s dirty. As if I wouldn’t clean you up after. Like we did this morning, remember?”

The Faro’s knees crossed, Reinard trying to wriggle out of the tiger’s embrace. He gekkered at Galen as his body twisted, pulled, to no effect. Galen’s smirk only widened the more the fox struggled, until Reinard relaxed unwillingly and warmth spread over Galen’s stomach.

“Why?” the fox whimpered, his eyes closing as his diaper was filled.

“Because I enjoy it. And shouldn’t I get to have some fun in this relationship?” Galen pointed out.

The tiger rolled off the couch, feeling Reinard tense as more urine came out. He stood up, positioning the Faro on his hip as he headed to the bedroom.

“Now, does my little Rei Rei need a diaper change, or are you going to be stinky all night?”

“You are disgusting…” Reinard grunted.

“You’re the one who couldn’t hold your bladder for more than five minutes,” Galen smirked.

“I just want it noted that I did not sign up to be your kit.”

“But you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

There was no response, Reinard closing his eyes as Galen set him on his back. The tiger undid the diaper swiftly, tossing it in a recycler as he looked down at his naked fox.

“I‘m going to only ask once, so pay attention. Do you want another diaper? Or can I trust you to wear big fox pants?”

“You did this, not me,” Reinard snapped.

“That isn’t an answer,” Galen said. “Diaper or underwear?”

“Underwear.”

Galen opened a drawer, pulling out the clothes. He helped Reinard pull them on, before setting the Faro back on his feet. Reinard winced, grabbing his stomach, and Galen frowned.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, just a couple cramps,” the fox brushed off. “I think I’m going to take a shower then go for a walk.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Galen reached down, scooping the Faro into his arms. He pressed his lips into Reinard’s, the fox letting out a shocked breath before reciprocating.

“I love you. And when you get back, if you’re up for it, you can feel free to use me however you’d like,” the tiger murmured.

“Does that include tying you up and leaving you in a dark basement all night?”

“That’s not really using me to my best advantages though,” Galen chuckled. “I’ll have a nice dinner waiting when you get home, how does that sound? And then we can cuddle in bed all night, or you can put this in me and make me pay for what I did to you earlier.”

His hand groped Reinard’s sheath, the fox wincing slightly. Galen set him down again, before heading out of the room to start dinner. He could feel Reinard’s eyes staring after him, and Galen made sure his butt swayed for the fox to see.

“What happened to no sex talk?”

“While the diaper’s on, you’re my kit. When it’s off, anything goes. Clear boundaries, we are never mixing the two,” Galen said over his shoulder.

“Golaski you’re insane…”

“Hey, you’re the one who keeps acting like a cub. Besides, we sat for how long without you complaining about anything? I think the cub play is good for you. Maybe you should ask Noreen about it.”

Reinard grumbled, glaring at Galen as he made his way toward the bathroom.

“What is that supposed to mean? That you’ll think about it?” Galen smirked, starting to boil water. “Oh, and when you get back, make sure you take your medicine.”

Frowning, the Faro vanished from the room, the sounds of frantic searching following him. He returned a moment later with his inhaler, a satisfied look on his face.

“Before I go, can we kiss again?”

“Of course,” Galen beamed. “I’ll never say no to a kiss from you.”

He stepped away from the stove, kneeling with his arms open and Reinard stepped into the embrace. Their lips met, exploring, tasting, the two reveling in the new sensation, before Reinard pulled away reluctantly.

“I… I like doing that,” he admitted quietly.

“Well, we can do it whenever you want. As long as the diaper is off. Deal?”

“Yeah. This… if I get pregnant... when I get pregnant… you aren’t going to do anything to the kits, are you?”

Galen stared at the fox in horror, shaking his head.

“Stars no! Why would I ever do that?! No, they aren’t doing anything sexually until their first heats, I promise you that. Maybe a little earlier. Cubs will be cubs.”

Reinard seemed to relax a little, the Faro nodding slightly before heading for the door.

“I love you Galen,” he called.

“I love you too, i alepoú mou.”