“In The Elevator” 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!
Footsteps were heard clacking on the shiny hardwood floor of a busy hotel lobby, where people gathered around for a business luncheon. And every time someone moved slightly or walked, there was a sound of rustling plastic. Because the hotel was located in the heart of a bustling metropolis, the rustling competed valiantly with the sounds of honking horns, ambulance sirens, and cars zooming by.
People have gathered inside the unassuming hotel, a monolith of mundanity named Hotel Whiskers. Within its veins, an elevator hummed, ascending and descending with mechanical indifference, until one fateful afternoon, it played host to an encounter that would shatter the monotony.
Meet Kaspar, a burly polar bear in a tailored suit, his fur silvering at the muzzle, a sign of wisdom earned from years in the cutthroat world of corporate finance. His eyes, a piercing blue, held a weariness that vanished when the elevator doors slid open to reveal a newcomer.
The stranger was a fox, lithe and fiery, with auburn fur that seemed to dance under the harsh fluorescent lights. His name was Reynard, a visiting tech genius, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous intelligence. Around his waist, a diaper peeked from beneath his jeans, a stark white against his vibrant orange fur, a necessity for a long day of meetings and inadequate facilities. Kaspar mirrored the fashion, his diaper tucked discreetly beneath his slacks, a concession to his own busy schedule.
The elevator doors closed, sealing them in a sudden, intimate silence. Kaspar cleared his throat, his nose twitching as he caught Reynard’s scent, a heady mix of musk and sandalwood.
“Reynard, isn’t it?” he asked, extending a paw.
Reynard grinned, his teeth sharp and bright. “Ah, you’ve done your homework, Kaspar.” He took the offered paw, holding it a moment too long. “I must say, I didn’t expect such a warm welcome.”
Kaspar chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Well, I aim to please. Did you check out the luncheon?”
“Oh yeah, definitely. I’m glad I went.”
“Did you get to see Kay being whisked away? I think he need a change real bad.” Kaspar playfully held his nose.
“I did. But in all fairness, though, can any of us really help that?”
“Fair point, but he stunk.”
“Isn’t he a skunk, though?”
The elevator lurched into motion, a sudden jolt that sent Reynard stumbling into Kaspar. The bear steadied him, his paws lingering on the fox’s hips. Reynard looked up, his eyes dancing with amusement and something more.
“You know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “You smell pretty nice yourself.”
Kaspar’s eyes widened, then narrowed with intrigue. “You think I smell nice?” His paws slid down, tracing the edge of Reynard’s partly exposed diaper. The fox let out a soft gasp, his breath hot on Kaspar’s muzzle.
“Mm-hmm,” Reynard murmured, his tail brushing against Kaspar’s leg. “I can tell you need a change.”
“You can tell I need a change? Why don’t you try to take a closer look?”
Kaspar growled, a sound of suddenly raw desire. He spun Reynard around, pinning him against the elevator wall. His paws roamed the fox’s body, tracing the contours of his chest, his stomach, before dipping into the diaper. Reynard whimpered, his body arching into the touch.
“You like that, don’t you?” Kaspar whispered, his breath hot on Reynard’s ear. “You like the feel of my big paws on you, in you.”
Reynard nodded, his breath coming in breathless bursts. “Yes,” he hissed. “Yes, I do.”
Kaspar’s paws delved deeper, stroking and probing, drawing out a symphony of moans from the fox. The elevator hummed around them, its ascent forgotten in the heat of their passion. Kaspar’s own diaper grew heavy, his rapidly tightening arousal evident in the scent that filled the confined space.
Reynard felt the sensual electricity racing through his loins. The typically calculating fox was now acting on impulse, nervously exploring Kaspar’s hulking frame with his nimble paws.
The bear’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest like a primal drum. The fox’s touch was electric, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume all rational thought. Kaspar could feel the heat building within him, a pressure that grew with each stroke of Reynard’s paws.
“You’re quite needy,” Kaspar said. “I like that.”
Suddenly, Kaspar’s body tensed, a warm sensation spreading through him as he lost control of his bladder. His diaper grew heavy, the sound of his release a soft and unmistakable patter against the padding. The scent of his musk filled the elevator, a heady aroma that made Reynard’s eyes flutter with desire and anticipation.
Kaspar looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the growing wet patch on his diaper. “Reynard,” he growled, a note of slowly building urgency in his voice. “I’m about to leak.”
The fox looked up, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. “Is that so?” he murmured, his gaze flicking to the darkening patch on Kaspar’s thick diaper.
Kaspar nodded, his hot breath caressing Reynard’s neck fur. “Yes,” he said. “And if you don’t do something about it, I’m going to make a mess of this elevator floor.”
Reynard’s tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he said softly, sinking to his knees before Kaspar. His paws traced the edges of the polar bear’s diaper, his touch feather-light, teasing.
Kaspar growled, a sound of warning and desire. “Reynard,” he grunted, his hips bucking slightly. ” I’m going to leak all over the floor if you don’t address those leg gathers.”
“The hotel won’t like that.”
“Of course they won’t.”
His words were cut off by a gasp as Reynard’s snout nuzzled into the leg gather of his diaper, his tongue lapping at the damp fur. Kaspar’s body shuddered, his paws clenching and unclenching as the fox licked and sucked, catching every drop of his piss.
The sensation was intense, the warmth of Reynard’s slutty mouth, the roughness of his tongue, the softness of his fur against Kaspar’s sensitive skin. The bear’s body trembled, his hips moving in time with Reynard’s ministrations. He was breathless, excited, and quickly drifting into feral bliss.
Reynard looked up, his eyes meeting Kaspar’s gaze, his snout still buried in the diaper. The sight was erotic, the fox’s muzzle glistening with Kaspar’s fluids. Kaspar growled, his body aching with primal need.
“Boy,” he panted, his paws tangling in the fox’s fur. “I need more.”
The fox grinned, his teeth sharp and bright. “Greedy, aren’t we?” he murmured, his voice a low purr. But he complied, his paws sliding up Kaspar’s thighs, his snout delving deeper into the diaper, his tongue probing, exploring, driving Kaspar to the brink of madness.
The elevator hummed around them, its ascent forgotten in the heat of their passion. Kaspar could feel the pressure building again, his body tensing, his breath hitching. He was close, so close.
“Almost,” he grunted, his hips bucking against Reynard’s touch. “Almost there!”
Reynard looked back at him, his eyes glazed with lust. “Then let go,” he whispered. “Let go with me.”
And then, with a final lick, Reynard sent him over the edge. Kaspar’s body convulsed, his cries of release echoing in the confined space. Reynard lapped up every drop of warm, thick bear seed that escaped the diaper. Reynard’s tongue was gentle now, soothing, as Kaspar rode out the waves of his wonderfully intense orgasm.
As the bear’s body finally stilled, Reynard looked up, his eyes gleaming with utmost satisfaction. “Well,” he said, his voice a soft purr. “That was quite a ride.”
Kaspar chuckled, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release. “Indeed it was,” he agreed, helping the fox to his feet.
With a final thrust, they came undone, their bodies convulsing in unison, their cries of release echoing in the confined space. The elevator, as if sensing their climax, shuddered to a halt, its doors sliding open with a soft chime.
They stumbled out, their fur disheveled, their diapers heavy with their spent seed — the odor of sex and piss contained in their metallic cage. The hallway was empty, as if the world had held its breath for their encounter. Kaspar looked at Reynard, a slow grin spreading across his muzzle.
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