“The Hike” is part of a series, “The BFC Files.” This is babyfur fiction that are partly inspired by the author’s experiences at the convention. Enjoy!
On the trail of the Driftwood State Park, where the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient bark, five figures ambled along the serpentine trail. Gary, a hulking moose with a beard as dark as the forest loam, led the way. His shorts did little to hide the bulk of his diaper, the plastic crinkling like fallen leaves with each step. Behind him, Timon, a lithe otter, waddled with a sway that emphasized his padded rump, while Piper, a fox as slender as a sapling, sauntered with a tail that danced playfully, his diaper peeking provocatively from his low-slung jeans. Ben, a wolf with muscles carved like the landscape itself, and Oliver, a deer with eyes as wide and skittish as a startled doe, brought up the rear.
Gary abruptly veered off the path, his boots crushing the underbrush.
“Gary?” Piper asked, cocking his head. “You alright, bud?”
“Yeah, kinda. I mean, I kinda have to go.”
Ben snickered. “You can use your diaper, you know.”
“Yeah, but –” Gary pointed to his stomach. “Got a load to drop,” Gary grunted, his paw already tugging at his waistband. The others paused, then followed, drawn by the forbidden allure.
There was a collective “Oh!” followed by mischievous snickering all around.
There was a small rocky path that deviated from the main trail, which Gary quietly took. He ducked behind a pair of thick, tall sequoias. Once he was in the clear, Gary squatted, his shorts around his ankles, his diaper taut against his flesh. He bore down, grunting like the beast he was, and the others watched as his diaper suddenly ballooned, the back panel drooping heavily from the steaming mess he created. The scent was pungent and wild, a primal moose musk that filled the air.
Timon giggled, his tail flicking nervously as he squatted beside Gary. “Guess my stomach feels off too,” he said.
Timon’s face scrunched, and his diaper swelled, the legs of his shorts growing darker as some of the wetness seeped out. Piper moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he filled his padding, the scent of his mess sharper, more acrid. Ben grunted, his jaw clenched, as his diaper sagged with the weight of his load, while Oliver whimpered, his cheeks flushing pink as he soiled himself, the stain spreading visibly across his diaper.
Two hours prior to the hike, the group took suppositories in the hotel room they were partying in.
A twig snapped, echoing like a gunshot. The group froze, their eyes darting towards the sound. From behind a colossal redwood, a figure emerged, clad in the tan and green of a park ranger. He was a tall, rugged coyote, his snout streaked with grey, his eyes sharp as flint. His silver name tag glinted in the dappled light: “Ranger Viktor.”
“Well, isn’t this a sight,” Viktor drawled, his gaze sweeping over the group, taking in their soiled diapers and the guilty expressions on their faces. “Looks like we’ve got some little critters making quite the mess in my park. And I’m pretty sure the signs in the park clearly stated to not stray from the trail.”
Gary swallowed, his usual bravado evaporating. “We, uh, we didn’t mean any harm, Ranger. We were just –“
“You were just what?”
Viktor stepped closer, his boots inches from Gary’s. “I’m not here to scold, kiddos. Okay, maybe a little,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m here to take a leak, and one of you will assist.” With that, he unzipped his fly, pulling out his thick, knotted length. “Any volunteers?”
Gary and the others pointed at each other. But Viktor noticed Gary was the quickest at the draw to point.
“Moose. Over here.”
Gary slowly rose from his squat position and carefully waddled over to Viktor.
“You smelly critters come by here once a year, and that’s a shame.” Gary tugged on his elastic waistband and pulled it out enough for Viktor to guide his shaft in. “Park rangers could use more urinals on the trail.”
Gary’s eyes widened as Viktor began to piss, the stream hot and forceful, soaking the inside of Gary’s already sagging diaper. The plastic darkened, the weight causing it to droop even more, the scent of Viktor’s piss mingling with the musk of Gary’s mess.
The group watched, transfixed, as Viktor emptied himself. He shook off the last drops, then tucked himself away, his eyes landing on Oliver. The deer shrank back, his heart pounding like a frightened rabbit’s.
“Come here, little one,” Viktor beckoned, his voice surprisingly gentle. Oliver hesitated, then stepped forward.
Oliver pointed to himself. “Me?”
“I only see one leaky durr here. Looks like you’re priority number one on being changed.”
Oliver looked down and observed piss trickling down his leg, forming a small puddle beneath him. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
Viktor led him to a moss-covered log, helping him lie back. Behind the log was a duffel bag the ranger left earlier. He unzipped the bag, retrieving wipes, powder, and a fresh diaper. Viktor came prepared.
Oliver shivered as Viktor meticulously and professionally cleaned him, the cool wipes a stark contrast to the warmth of his soiled diaper. Viktor’s touch was firm yet gentle, wiping away the remnants of Oliver’s mess, the scent of the wipes clean and antiseptic. He sprinkled aromatic baby powder onto Oliver’s groin, the fine grains clinging to his fur, then rubbed the powder gently around. Oliver’s cock began throbbing and twitching upward.
“Bet you didn’t expect this, did you? You like it.”
The deer whimpered and nodded sheepishly.
Viktor slid a fresh diaper beneath Oliver, taping it securely in place.
Oliver felt his cock stirring against the clean, dry diaper. Viktor noticed, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned down, his breath hot on Oliver’s ear. “You like a large man in uniform, putting you in thick baby diapers, don’t you, little deer?”
Oliver whimpered, his cock now fully hard, tenting the front of his new diaper. Viktor chuckled, his paw wrapping around the length, stroking slowly. Oliver gasped, his body sinking into the soft moss beneath him.
“Guess I got you a little worked up. What a shame,” Viktor. “Guess the back of your diaper needs to be ‘adjusted’ a bit.”
A huffing and blushing Oliver pulled down the back of his diaper, exposing his freshly cleaned and ready tailhole. Viktor worked him expertly, his paw slipping a finger into Oliver’s hole, making him cry out, his voice echoing through the ancient trees.
The others watched, their own cocks hardening against their slimy, soiled diapers. Timon reached over, his paw finding Piper’s length, stroking it through the stained plastic of his diaper. Ben palmed himself, his breath coming in increasingly tense pants, while Gary, his diaper heavy with both his mess and Viktor’s piss, stroked himself openly, his eyes locked on the scene before him.
Viktor positioned himself between Oliver’s legs, his cock slick and ready. He pushed in slowly, giving Oliver time to adjust to his size. Oliver moaned, his body trembling as Viktor filled him, his clean diaper rustling softly with each movement. Viktor began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, his knot swelling with each stroke.
Oliver panted, his paws clutching at Viktor’s fur, his body writhing beneath the coyote. Viktor growled, his pace quickening, his knot growing larger, stretching Oliver wider. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep, his knot locking them together. Oliver cried out, his cock pulsing, his release spilling inside his diaper and saturating his sweaty balls.
Viktor rode out his own orgasm, his body shuddering, his breath hot and heavy. He stayed locked with Oliver, his knot ensuring that his plentiful seed remained deep within the deer. He looked up, his eyes meeting those of the others. “Who’s next?” he growled, a wicked grin spreading across his snout. The group exchanged glances, knowing their hike far from over. A
round them, the ancient redwoods stood sentinel, silent witnesses to their primal dance of dirty desire.
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