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Part Three

As Mercurio was sliding his hooves out of his shoes, he felt a firm tug as the waistband of his pants at his hip was pulled sharply to his left. Glancing down, he saw that Amber had looped a finger through his belt loop.

“Hey, you’re not wearing standard house guest attire.”

She stated, having taken a step closer to the ram, her muzzle a few inches away from his face as her eyes searched his own. Even despite the blush slowly coming to bloom on his cheeks, he saw a question in the otter’s eyes. She was making the first move, sure, but there was an inquisitiveness in her face. Suggestive, but nevertheless seeking permission.

Taking the cue, Mercurio allowed himself to be tugged along, Amber guiding him down the hall and towards the bottom stairs of her condo. Wrapping her arm around his waist, Mercurio breathed in the scent of her hair.

From his conversations with the otter, he had read with great interest about her passion for distance swimming. The scent of a salty sea still lingered, clinging to her headfur.

As they reached the crest of the stairs, Amber’s arm continued to comfortingly chauffeur him along. Although the sight Mercurio beheld on the bed did not necessarily surprise him, his heart rate nevertheless increased when he saw the stack of diapers sitting next to a bottle of ‘Puppy Powder.’

“Pants off!”

Amber chirped, reaching with both arms around Mercurio’s waist, unbuckling his belt to allow his pants to drop with surprising finesse before adding.

“Undies too, although I like the pink hearts!”

Mercurio felt his cheeks grow a little hotter.

“You bought these for me yourself if I recall correctly.

“If you recall correctly.”

Amber countered.

“Very funny.”

Mercurio was about to try and think of something to say, but before he had the chance Amber was already sliding his underwear down his thighs. Once it was around his ankles, Amber peered around his thigh as Mercurio became suddenly very unsure of what to do with his hands.

“Not really a tall soldier are we?”

“It grows.”

“That’s what they all say!”

Mercurio smirked, but shook his head, maintaining eye contact with Amber. Shrugging, he repeated himself calmly.

“It grows.”

Amber giggled. It was a sight to behold, Mercurio could count every wrinkle on the bridge of her muzzle and in that moment he could not decide which one was cuter.  Amber replied with extra sugar in her voice.

“I guess I’ll just have to believe you.”

Paws sliding up her thighs, Amber playfully pushed the ram towards the bed before adding.

“Go on. And ankles up too.”

Mercurio complied, finding himself gazing up into the otter’s face for a change.

Man she’s cute… From this angle she’s got a resting smile face…

Mecurio giddily thought to himself, keenly admiring the possessiveness with which Amber fluffed out the diaper she had picked out for him. Crinkling throughout the entire movement, Amber unfolded the diaper with a flourish before gathering up both of his hoofs in her left paw.

Amber did not waste a second, raising his fuzzy buttocks off of the mattress cover and deliberately sliding the open diaper underneath. Lowering him back down, Mercurio was just finding himself feeling a suggestive amount of comfortable when Amber glanced up, bright eyed and smart tongued.

“Wow, so you do have some good behavior in you.”

Mercurio pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow.

“Just a little.”

“Speaking of little.”

“Hey!”

Clearly eating up the references to Mercurio’s less than average length, Amber lowered her eyelashes but her smile did not abate. After depositing a liberal amount of powder between his woolen, her fuzzy, webbed paws gathered up the front of the diaper before laying it beneath his tummy.

“This should keep my floors dry!”

Mercurio’s ears twitched as he listened to Amber begin to hum under her breath. One tape after another, the ram felt himself beginning to relax just the right amount. Amber took immediate notice, before raising her nose and giving a series of solemn nods as she surveyed her work.

“Wow, don’t mind me doing a bang up job on the tape job.”

Mercurio glanced down, his eyebrows raised as he did indeed find himself marveling at just how neatly she had managed to arrange the tapes of his padding. Even as Mercurio continued to admire his new form of underwear, which spread his legs at the thigh just a few inches apart, Amber was already rummaging around the contents of the nearby wardrobe.

“Ah-ha!”

Withdrawing triumphantly, Amber’s large, muscular tail disappeared behind her as she held up her prize. Mercurio felt a lump form in his throat as he saw what Amber had clutched in her paws. As Mercurio’s gaze fixed on the article of clothing, he let out a groan and rolled his eyes raising his front hooves up in protest.

“Purple… Really isn’t my color…”

Amner did not stop moving towards him as she responded.

“Pity it’s all have isn’t it?”

Without hesitation, Amber stepped forward and gently brushed her paw against the ram’s shoulder speaking in a soft tone.

“Arms up, billy goat.”

Biting back the instinct to stick his tongue out at her, Mercurio obliged, thinking to himself that he should probably refrain from misbehaving this early in the scene. Sighing, he raised his arms up and allowed the otter to thread his limbs through. Sitting on the bed, the ram could just barely see the tips of the otter’s top fangs poking out of the bottom of her broad-muzzled grin.

His vision became momentarily obscured as the garment was pulled over his head and torso; Amber guiding his head through as she leaned in. Mercurio felt a warm breath on his forehead and was unable to react to the small peck that she placed on his forehead. Mercurio blushed furiously as he felt the top of his head beginning to tingle softly where the otter had brushed her cleft lips over. Unable to speak for the moment, Amber filled in the silence wit

“Now for the snaps, and you’re going to help me out.”

Mercurio, unable to think of a witty response, grimaced but nodded agreeably, allowing the otter to guide him to his feet. She crouched, eye level with the ram’s now well padded front. Amber looked meaningfully at the pronounced bulge forming underneath the diaper’s landing zone. Face still burning, Mercurio felt his stomach twist in response to the excitement growing in the front of the new choice of underwear. The otter gathered up the two bottom flaps of the onesie and began to recite out loud.

“One!”

“One…”

“Two!”

“Two…”

“Three!”

“Three…”

“And four!”

“Four.”

“All dressed for lamb time!”

Mercurio’s shoulders fell, he gave Amber a desperate look as he emplored.

“That’s not what we’re calling it.”

“Little lambs that have diapers on them after coffee dates don’t get a say in it.”

“But-”

Amber interjected before the goat could get more than a word out of his muzzle.

“We could have lamb time with our pacifiers in, and I could bring out my Kodak for some photo shoots with my oversized giant teddy bear if you like?”

The otter tickled him under the chin as she announced the existence of her very own jumbo stuffed animal. Mercurio could not help but to allow himself to lean into physical affection. His eyelids drooped as leaned further into the scratching.

“Lamb time it is…”

He mumbled, resigned but enjoying himself immensely as he mulled over a few select options of what he guessed Amber had planned for that evening’s “Lamb time.”

Embarrassed, he let out a soft chortle as he mulled over what the otter had said that day for a moment. His brows twitched as he recalled Amber mentioning something about giving him a treat for good behavior.

“Is this the aforementioned ‘reward’ you mentioned earlier?”

He posed the question while watching the otter squat down in front of the television set, unable to help himself he found his eyes affixed to her rather sizable rear end, exaggerated only further by the rudder tail extending out behind it. Still in the midst of taking in her body, Amber waved her tail behind her as if to say, ‘that’s for you to worry about later’ before replying in a singsong tone.

“May-y-ybe! That depends on whether a certain baby lamb listens to everything his babysitter tells him to do.”

Satisfied with her film selection, Amber carefully slid the DVD she selected into the player before grabbing the remote and depositing her rear end next to Mercurio’s crinkly one. Her left thigh pressing up against his right, she leaned her shoulder against him as she tilted her muzzle up to his ear, her whiskers tickling his cheek once more in a fashion that he was beginning to find enjoyable.

“Maybe if a good little lamb uses his diapers during the movie his babysitter will have something to work with.”

Leaning back and resuming a normal tone of voice, Mercurio was barely able to comprehend the question she asked him as he played over the sensation of Amber’s warm breath and authoritative tone softly entering his mind through his ears.

“Have you watched many Rom-Coms?”

“Uhm… A few, they’re not all bad.”

“I only like the good ones. Usually the ones where the guy looks kind of ugly.”

Mercurior raised his eyebrows before responding.

“Do I dare ask why?”

“Easy to make fun of.”

“Oh perfect, I love judging ugly people attractive enough to make it in the cinema while I sit on my butt at home.”

Amber nodded with mock seriousness.

“Exactly, this is the kind of high brow entertainment that’s allowed in my household.”

Before they turned their attention fully to the film, Amber motioned with a shrug of her shoulder and chin towards the pillows on the other end of the bed. Settling in on top of the covers, the two furs found themselves snuggling up reflexively against one another. Mercurio watched, unsurprised, as within a few minutes Amber was already twirling one of her fingers through the tufts of wool growing out of his right arm. Idly, she spoke without taking her eyes off of the screen in front of her.

“You would make a great wool coat…”

“Funny, Amber. Comedy gold.”

Mercurio’s voice was dry, but not without a little amusement.

“I’m just saying I’d get a fetching price…”

“You’re telling me you think I’m fetching?”

Amber gave him a look to which Mercurio grinned cheekily in response. Taking her lack of witty remark as a confirmation to his question, Mercurio tilted his head, his ram’s horns just barely coming into contact with Amber’s head.

Surprised at the touch, Amber let out a small squeak in response to it. Pursing his lips to subdue his grin, as the noise that had come out of the otter next to him had been rather adorable, he shook his head. He ran the horn gently over her scalp in a series of repeated motions, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from Amber who’s eyelids half drooped.

“Oh I had no idea you could do that with them… Don’t stop…”

Mercurio obliged, happy to share one of the finer attributes of his horns that did not involve using them for nature’s originally intended purpose.

The two furs were only about a quarter of an hour into the film when the ram felt the first few twinges in his bladder that told him he would have to relieve himself soon. Glancing down at the padding partially concealed by the purple onesie snapped neatly together, he knew that he basically had no choice.