Once upon a time¸ there was a young lord, who ruled over a small principality, the same that his ancestors had ruled, going all the way back to Dakoda, first of his name. This young lord was named Hunter, after his great grandfather. 
One day, Lord Hunter was walking through the woods near his home when he came across a clearing.
“Strange.” The lion headed toward the clearing. “No maps mark this clearing.” He stepped out into it and gasped. A large tower stood there, made of a red marble that he had never seen before. He gazed up, covering his eyes with a paw against the bright sun. There looked to be a window all the way up at the top, but no signs of anyone up there. He felt the familiar twinge of curiosity, however, and looked at the base of the tower. There was a door. “Was that there before?” He felt a powerful compulsion to go toward it, so he simply shrugged off his hesitation and gave in. 
He stepped in the shadow of the tower as he neared the door. It was a completely unremarkable door, especially against the backdrop of the magnificent red marble that comprised the rest of the tower. 
“No chance that it’ll open.” He reached a paw out and smiled as the door relented to his touch, opening smoothly inward. He took one last look over his shoulder before stepping inside. If it were not such a brief glance, he might have noticed the forest rushing in around the tower.
The air was cool inside. Although it was stale, there was a hauntingly familiar scent that tickled the lion’s nose. 
“Where is that coming from?” He looked around and discovered a stairway nearby. “Upstairs?” Almost as though he were in a dream, he began to climb.
His eyelids fluttered as he climbed. One footpaw in front of the other, again and again. He took a deep breath every now and again, refreshing the scent in his mind. He was dimly aware that he had been climbing for a long while, but he felt no fatigue. All he knew was that scent, growing stronger in his snout as he kept climbing. What was it? He felt almost as though the scent itself was preventing him from identifying it, but that was not possible. Was it?
He continued to climb, up and up. There were no windows that he saw, so there was no way to measure how much time had passed. He wasted no thoughts wondering how it was that the stairway was as well-lit as it was. All he cared about was reaching the top.
Hunter gasped more from surprise than from relief as he reached the end of the spiral staircase. There was another door, identical in every way to the one that had begun his journey. He again reached out a paw and groaned slightly as the door squeaked loudly on unoiled and stubborn hinges. His eyes he widened as he beheld the scene before him. 
The room was unremarkably bare, except for a plain wooden stool. Sitting on that stool was the single most beautiful vixen the young lord had ever seen. He gasped at the fox looked up, revealing her brilliant green eyes, that especially seemed to pop against the band of white fur that crossed her face.
“Who are you?” The fox’s voice was soft, but full of a strange attraction that Hunter had never heard before. He shifted nervously from paw to paw, having difficulty finding his voice all of a sudden. The vixen’s ears perked up and a smile danced on the edges of her face. “Come, milord. Sit at my paws.” The lion moved as though he were in a dream, moving toward the vixen, whose smile widened as he neared. “Has it been a long journey?” She reached out and took his paws in her own, standing smoothly. She was shorter than the lion by a good deal, yet he felt strangely smaller than her in some way. “It must have been.” Her paws moved gently down his body, a deep purr emerging from the lion as the vixen’s paws played with his trousers.
With practiced agility, the vixen eased the lion’s trousers down. Hunter smiled dimly, the vixen’s scent strong and perfumed in his nose. He looked down as he felt a breeze on his thighs. He blushed as the vixen’s eyes widened.
“So what they say about lions is true.” The vixen let the lion’s trousers fall to the floor, leaving his thick disposable diaper clearly visible. Hunter blushed, embarrassed by his exposed state. “We should deal with that, shouldn’t we?” The vixen gently helped him lie down on the floor.
Hunter watched the vixen, confused by her behavior and still struggling to speak. The vixen clapped her paws and suddenly there was everything she could ever need to change his diaper.
“Wha?” Hunter managed, but the vixen just shushed him.
“It’s okay, little one. I’ll be done in a jiffy.” She reached out with confident paws and began to untape his diaper. She smiled reassuringly at him and pulled back the wet diaper. Her gasp was quite audible. “What they say about lions is indeed true.” She stared down at his groin, her tail swaying back and forth happily. Hunter beamed with pride as the fox studied the sheer girth of his cock and balls. It was a moment before the fox snapped out of her amazed state. “Well, some babies are bigger than others.” She chuckled and began to wipe him clean with fresh-smelling wipes, taking great joy in getting every nook and cranny of his genitals. Hunter purred again as he enjoyed the attention.
Before long, the vixen was replacing his wet diaper with a fresh one. She smiled as her paw grabbed the baby powder and she set to work, sprinkling it into her paw and rubbing it into his fur.
“It’s more intimate this way.” She winked at him as she worked, disregarding the fact that he was stirring from her attentions. She soon set the powder aside. “You know, I still have no idea of your name, sweetie.” She smiled at the mute lion. “Is it Sassafras?” Hunter shook his head. “No?” She thought for a moment. “Mason?” The lion made a face, causing her to chuckle. “That’s a no as well.” She sighed. “Perhaps it would be easier if you just told me.” The lion tried his best to resurrect his powers of speech, the fox smiling sweetly at the expression of pure concentration on his face.
“Hunter.” He managed at last. The vixen nodded.
“It’s a pleasure to diaper you, Hunter.” She taped the diaper snugly around his waist before grabbing his trousers and helping him put them back on.
“Thank you.” Hunter blushed deeply. The vixen smiled and kissed his cheek.
“You’re welcome, my prince.” The vixen yelped as the lion suddenly scooped her up in his arms. “What are you doing?”
“If I’m your prince, you must be my damsel in distress.” Hunter laughed, almost drunk on the intoxicating aroma that still hung in the air.
“My knight in crinkly diapers.” The fox blushed and kissed his nose as the lion started to head down the stairs. The fox smiled as she sat in the lion’s strong arms, making sure her dress kept her panties covered. Hunter had tried to keep his diapers secret and the fox was determined to keep “her” secret hidden. At least until they got back to the lion’s castle.
The End