Daily Free-Write September 22, 2020

James the fox was in the grocery store picking through the pre-made lunches.

"Burrito. Burrito... Breakfast wrap? Vegan wrap? No..." 

He saw a massive pair of flip flops in front of him and looked up to see a massive wildebeest towering over him. He smirked. The slight, nerdy fox's eyes bugged out. 

"Oh no. No, no no!" 

James turned tail to run, but the large creature in front of him grabbed him by the collar, arresting his movement.

"Not. So. Fast... Pet." 

Not that. Anything but that. Yes, the Beest had uttered the dreaded 'P' word. 

"Help! Anyone!" James yelled, looking around wildly, before his face was pushed into a muzzle and he was silenced.

Furs nearby looked on, some in pity, others lust, and there were plenty of tented pants.  

"That's enough out of you pet. Let's go, we've got some shopping to do."

Unfortunately for James, in his world, might made right. Which meant that one fur could dominate another, they got to claim them as whatever they liked. Be it pet, cub, or anything in between. 

James was summarily dragged through the store, as his new owner picked out all the accesories they would need for his new domesticated lifestyle. 

First he picked out a collar. A thin orange affair with tracking. Orange, said his owner, because he was going to do anything the Wildebeest wanted. 

Next, his owner grabbed a pack of diapers. He stripped the poor fox then and there, pulling a diaper out of the pack and diapering him up right in the middle of the store. 

"You won't need these anymore," he said, tossing the clothes aside, and grabbing paw protectors and a leash to complete the outfit.

His owner made him carry the pack of diapers and a large bag of puppy chow back to the cart at the produce section, and they were off. He was sure there would be more than that coming when his owner could get to one of the many specialty shops in the area, but for now this was more than enough to make his tail go between his legs. 

When the man paid he saw that his name was Willard.

"That's Master to you," he said, looking down at the poor fox. 

He was immediately taken to the local registration center where he was chipped and licensed as Willy the Wildebeests pet toy 'Spot'.

The poor fox whined and folded his ears back, as he was unable to speak. Spot? Why did it have to be spot? 

"Congratulations, Mr. Beest. Spot is all yours!" said the clerk, smiling at another job well done.

The wildebeest smiled, and gave his new pet a pat on the head before leading him to the door. He was gonna have fun with this one.

Outside, Spot was forced to squat near a tree and 'do his business'. 

He really had no choice. It was in his DNA. Once a fur was dominated, their body responded to their new Alpha's command almost on its own.

Spot blushed as he felt his diaper warm up in front, then yelped when his new owner squeezed his bulge. 

"Hmm, you have plenty more space in there for more piddles, boy, so I won't change you yet."

Spot sighed in relief at that. He wasn't about to forget the humiliation of being diapered in the grocery store. 

When they got home, he was pulled up into his master's lap, and given plenty of pets and attention. 

"We're gonna have a lot of training to do over the next few weeks, pet, but I want you to know that I will always do my best to keep you happy and healthy, and show you lots of love. Speaking of which..." 

Master's hand began to go lower, and the fox whined as he felt his body responding. The truth was, he was already adapting physically and psychologically to be his master's perfect toy, and his body wanted his master's touch very badly. He began humping his master's paw, but was quickly reprimanded.

"No. Lie still, boy. This is your first lesson. Let me control the pace." 

The fox moaned into his muzzle as new feelings rushed through his body, pushing aside any shame or humiliation he may have felt. He was being a good pet for Master. He was going to get a special treat. His tail was wagging furiously.

"Good boy. Now cum for your master." 

He was instantly wracked by the most intense orgasm right into his diaper. It felt better than any he had ever experienced. The combined sensations of being touched by master, and of the diaper hugging his knot combined to make him shudder for several minutes after he had finished flooding his padding with his seed. 

Laying there in the afterglow, getting belly rubs from his new owner, he began to think the life of a diapered pet might not be so bad.

"I hope you're not too attached to your balls, boy. Tomorrow we're gonna have to get you fixed!" 

"Awrf?!" said Spot in surprise. 

"Hehe, just kidding, pup."