Loupy's Loopy Circus
Most mysteries were not skin deep. There was one secret at the Saint Fur Circus of particular interest. It centered on the animals mostly, for within each was a sentient creature locked and secured into a lifelike suit and forced to be little more than something to amuse and tame. While the zoo itself had both anthros and non-anthro creatures in feral roles to placate tourists, the circus itself took all of its stock from anthros exclusively for the varied performances, given their intelligence.
One peculiar example was that of a grey male teenaged wolf bound into the golden yellow tawny-furred lioness costume he would never escape or be let out of except for health reasons. So aside from letting his skin breathe for a few minutes outside the latex inner liner to prevent sores and infections, he was not to be let out. This meant that waste management concerns had to be considered, and Saint Fur's corporate office had a viable solution already with the partnership it had with one particularly famous diaper company.
Loupy fretted and was agitated by the new suit that had been put on him. The chastity cage locked on his sheathe and very large buttplug weren't so much of an issue, nor was the diaper, as he'd become used to all of these things back at the sissy preparatory school. It was the suit that was the problem, as he'd never been forced to crawl around on his paws and knees in a stuffy space before in his life. It was a punishment for not being a good enough fempuppy back at the cub academy of etiquette, and he certainly felt punished.
It was hard enough to see through the glass eyeholes and get used to a gag that left his jaws sore and locked open at all times, but a fake feral animal under the care of Saint Fur Incorporated had no end to humiliations heaped upon them. Nearby, Drake, a white lion caretaker and lion tamer on stage, was taking each suited faux lion one at a time to the circus's animal cleansing room.
The wolf in lioness clothing had never before been back there in the storage closet marked "Employees Only", but could smell clean leather and strong soap, knowing it was not a nice place to be by the way each "lion" came back into the large community cage cowardly and submissive. Whatever had happened to them inside that room, Loupy already knew he didn't want to go. Yet, there was going to be no choice offered when it came to his turn.
Drake appeared nearly done with his care duties as he led back another lioness with a stiff painful limp in their rear legs which would eventually go away by the time it was time for the show, but now it was the wolf's turn as the tall alabaster lion with glimmering ivory mane now pointed in his direction and beckoned him curtly over. "Come along, girl. This should be a fun first cleaning for you." He chuckles with paws impatiently resting around his waist and brown curled bullwhip.
The ominous cheerful way in which the anthro lion spoke didn't give the wolf much confidence, as it set him to scampering off to the other side of the cage amongst the other plushy lions for protection. Hiding in their number did him no good, as Drake then unfurled his whip with a heavy slam as the weighted end hit the cement floor of the big cat enclosure. He twirled it around his head several times like a lariat before whipping it around Loupy's ankle and dragging him over clawing and squeaking. "That was no request, princess. You are getting cleaned out whether you like it or not." Then he had the wolf by his costume's neckfur and carried him off to the room in question despite his squirms and whines of protest.
Loupy meeped and squirmed in the lion's strong grip, unable to break free as Drake casually loped over to the mysterious door in question without any difficulty. He didn't have any problem reaching the knob and entering the room, either. One of his claws clicked on the light and showed off the one piece of fetish equipment the plushy lion wished he'd never see again, much less have it be used on him: a Master Cleaner 3000 slave cleanser. Basically, it was little more than a gas station pump-styled enema machine for douching out helpless sluts.
Nearby the machine was a padded bench with several red leather straps, the one that went over the midsection also had a tail holder. Drake draped the plushy wolf on the top and buckled the straps over his paws neatly in place with practiced speed and skill, finally securing the fake lion tail against Loupy's back and gave his padded tushy a slap. "Time for fun." He chuckles, reaching his paw into the deep golden fur and unlatched the shiny plastic buttons that would keep the butt flap secure, flipping it down to display the shiny white disposable beneath.
It was only half of a disposable, as the suit made tapes impossible to use, so it would have a tight pocket within the suit that held the diaper securely in place over the chastity-trapped penis. As drake tugged the soggy padding out while holding his nose and wiggling his whiskers, Loupy felt a sudden draft from behind as his mildly wet fur felt the new chill outside the costume. He whined as he knew that his pacifier buttplug was now helpless and bared for the big muscled lion daddy to play with.
He let out a sharp squeak as daddy reached for the ring of his butt pacifier and yanked it out as fast as possible with a cruel excited grin even as Loupy's overstretched tailhole popped and collapsed in on itself as the plug was rudely pulled free. Just as he was getting used to the ache under his tail, Drake then took off the nozzle of the pump with a loud click that couldn't be mistaken for anything else even if the wolf couldn't actually turn his head to see what was happening behind.
Although he couldn't see, he could still smell. The strong scent of industrial soap worried him as it began to fill the air from the pump powering on and bubbling up the enema solution with building heat until he could feel it even where he was positioned. Drake proceeded to use what little was leaking from the tip to lube and prepare Loupy's little gaping hole, the slippery soapsuds burning and tingling on his sensitive anus and inner membranes as it dribbled in. He whined and tried to clamp himself shut, but the way the plug had loosened him up had made the wolf all too helpless to the lion's perverted plans.
The burn of the warm drizzling soap was nothing compared to the icy tingle of the steel nozzle. Based on what it was modeled after, Loupy expected to feel a wide hollow tube trying to nudge its way into his yiffhole but was surprised instead as a phallic blunt penis shape was quickly inserted instead about seven inches in. He blushed and whimpered pathetically as the lion seated the thick metal in him and pulled the wide filler-style handle to begin pumping solution up his nervous tail and into his bowel. 
The cold was quickly replaced by building warmth, both from the soap irritating his bowel and the more than warm temperature water carrying said soap deep into him. Except it wasn't just cleaning solution he felt inside him, as he felt another odd tingle, somewhat like ants were gnawing on him from the inside. Loupy suspected this was the fecal enzymes that some of his caretakers had talked about and even threatened him with on a few occasions.
They did sting a little bit, but not as bad as he thought they would. After a while he got used to them even as the wolf finished pumping and tapped the last few struggling droplets into the edge of his hole just as the nozzle was removed. The wolf's butt wasn't left empty for more than a second, as his thick rubber plug pacifier was shoved suddenly and painfully back into place to make sure Loupy didn't spill a thing. "Those enzymes are going to take a bit to do their work, so how about you show the brave lion tamer how you use that lovely mouth of yours?" Drake purred out persuasively while stroking his whiskers and swinging his tail side to side behind his back.
The white feline unzipped his tan leather pants and showed Loupy it was no idle suggestion being made even as the wolf could smell the strong male lion musk filling the air with arousal. The plushy wolf squeaked shyly in his suit as Drake stroked his pre-leaking cock a few times to firm it up and slipped on a special durable silicone sheathe to cover those nasty barbs.
Loupy had always been accustomed to being a sex slave for other furs' use, but it was with times like this that he was very grateful for a given master's thoughtfulness and foresight when it came to the care and breeding of petslaves. The sheathe itself even had a neat hole at the end for Drake to cum and pee out of, which meant it wouldn't make a good condom at all. "Here comes the airplane!" The lion growled in a lusty yet playful manner as he stabbed his kitty spear into the lioness muzzle through Loupy's ring gag and into the back of his throat like a pointy salt-dribbling battering ram.
Intense heat greeted him as the tapered intruder jabbed through his gaping mouth, sliding around effortlessly on his tongue, the only muscle Loupy had that wasn't restrained. He let daddy thrust back and forth for a while before his own excitement grew from the lewd taste in his mouth of another male's strong essence. It wasn't cum that he tasted yet, but the wolf was already looking forward to it and trying to milk that sweet male taste out of those balls.
Naughty wet noises came out of his lips as he worked his tongue around the encased cock to slurp all the juice out of the plushy trainer, his rear growing ever more uncomfortable from the work of the enzymes and the irritating soap squirming through his innards. It was certainly working, and it would make a mess unless the lion had some idea how to avoid such an incoming disaster. "Come on slut cub! You can do better than that!" He teased, grabbing onto Loupy's mask while jabbing his cock in to the hilt so the wolf could actually smell the sweat on the lion's sheathe and balls like a male morning dew.
The wolf pup in the costume worked hard to bring the lion tamer to an early release, but just as Drake was getting close, he pulled out at the last second and taunted the young wolf by tapping his floppy spit-covered cock on the end of the wolf's nose to tease him with what he wanted most at that moment. "Sorry, slut. It won't be so easy. It's your job to suck me until the enema does its work." Loupy whined and growled his defiance at such mean-spirited taunting from someone he should have trust in implicitly.
Once the feline had gotten over his near orgasm and let his arousal get back down to a manageable level, he poked back into that forever agape mouth and went on for another minute to give Loupy the hope of tasting that fresh warm seed. It was not to be as the clystermatic sounded a chime and signaled the end of the process and that it seemed like now was the time to let the wolf release his filthy backdoor burden. Into a diaper? The wolf hoped not!
As Drake pulled his dick free and gave Loupy a teasing pat on the top of the head with it, he went back around to that helpless tushy and gave the plug a light spank with the flat of his paw. "This is the tricky part. The Saint Fur Circus has a method for dealing with this imminent accident, but I doubt you'll enjoy it much." He reached for a nozzle connected to flexible black hose coming out of an industrial wet/dry vacuum. It was probably altered to allow it to be used in such a way otherwise it would be too dangerous to flesh.  
He howled when daddy flicked it on, his hair standing on end as the old canine instinct took over and the wolf began to bark and fidget in his restraints. While he was busy trying to attack the vacuum, Drake simply chuckled and smeared the end of the hose in thick gobs of petroleum jelly to grease it up all nice and ready. "Get ready to clench up tight. Don't wanna clean up after the dog." He joked, two of his claws hooked through the ring of the paciplug, yanking it quickly enough to make the wolfy yelp, then capitalizing on his success of surprise by shoving the nozzle quickly in and giggling at the lewd slurping and plopping noises of liquefied waste being sucked into the storage tank of the large vacuum. Loupy suspected the machine was so large because they needed something to work on large horse and dragon furs, too.
Aside from having various-sized dicks shoved into his hole, that was probably one of the most uncomfortable things he'd ever felt. It wasn't painful; it was just really gross and weird while leaving a sick feeling in his stomach. It was surprisingly gentle suction and it left the wolf feeling oddly nice and clean on the inside as he wondered what was going to come next. In fact it was suspiciously gentle and didn't leave him sore at all like he first suspected it would. This meant that whatever made the other plushy lions’ rear legs ache had yet to happen to him.
He quickly found out why when Drake took something the size of a shoe box off a nearby steel utility shelf and approached him with it. "The main zoo office has decided that plushies need a new plug to keep them stretchy and ready for an increasingly endowed clientele. In this matter, I have begun equipping the plushy lions with the new model toys." The lion opened the box where Loupy could see out of his resin faux mask and it gave him a lot of worry. It was a pink silicone plug twice the size of his old one he wore before. This he already knew would hurt going in.
The wolf would have been clamping his tailhole down if he could, and he quickly found that there was something else special in the enema that he hadn't noticed before as his anus felt tingly and numb like it had fallen asleep. Whatever chemical had been put in it now kept his hole in a somewhat uncloseable gape that he couldn't tighten up.
The lewd lion was humming a tune that he had trouble making out at first but quickly recognized as 'pop goes the weasel'. He was busy twisting the larger than possible plug in a vat of clear stringy lube that smelled faintly like bubble blowing liquid, clearly enjoying his perverse work and even put a bit of his enthusiasm into it. "You must be noticing the Novocain I spiked your douche with. Trust me. In just a moment you will be glad daddy lion did it." He then chuckled in his demented wicked way as he spun the blunt tip of the plug on Loupy's not so tight anymore hole.
Novocain! So that's why his butthole felt like a worn out tire. No matter how he tried and flexed, the pup just couldn't close it back up and the lion looked on with amusement in the course of his work for fitting Loupy with his new toy. Even if he'd been drugged, that didn't keep him from feeling some pain and sensation from behind as Drake continued to nudge the beastly large thing into place like a rather stubborn and fat nail. Loupy meeped in discomfort as the toy actually managed to bury itself into his hole, the slut wolf trying to ignore the growing blush of soreness in his rear.
The ache grew as the stretching met its peak at the widest point of the girthy toy, his hole struggling to accommodate the mildly squishy bulk of plug as Drake put his weight into it and shoved good until it flew in with a loud slurp and left the pup whining from the unexpected sharp pain of entry as it violently widened out his snug bowel. "Good, slut. Now to do a little maintenance." As Loupy struggled to adapt to the new soreness in his ass, the lion master took a damp towel soaked in rubbing alcohol and reached his paw into the plushy nook to clean up the area around the wolf's chastity cage and testes to keep the area sanitary. Then he took another one of the half-diapers and slid it in place like a plastic tray in a dishwasher, lifting up the butt-flap and buttoning it closed with a ruffling of fur to hide the opening from prying eyes in the audience.
Done with his meticulous work, the lion unstrapped Loupy from the bench and set him down on his paws with a slap on the tushy to get him moving, which only made the wolf meep and squirm with tears in his eyes as the precariously seated plug stung his overstretched hole with new pain coming out of the usual dull drone of discomfort. Already tortured by the thing so thoughtlessly crammed in him, he waddled on all fours back to the community lion cage with the same funny walk as all the other plushy lions before. That plug would take a long time getting used to, certainly.

With her status as a pet, the feminized stallion-turned-donkey jenny had little choice but to look on from where she was reined against the wall to the dress mirror bordered in dull yellow carnival lights as a naked male white wolf sat neatly on a brown leather stool that left his rump provocatively exposed and hanging slightly over the rim as if to encourage a spank. He had one leg folded over the other while preening over his reflection in the mirror and adjusting a black bowtie and top hat. Tenebreas the Murraculous would be wearing a bit more clothing than he already had on, but at the moment he was dressed for success to impress his mate, who was likely to pop in soon like clockwork as he always did.
Right on time as she thought, there was a light knock on the door and in came a big naked blue dragon crouching his way through the doorway. The nice thing about dragons was that aside from a nice round ass or breasts, one could hardly tell they were naked unless aroused as in that state the balls and penis would slip out. At this moment, in an almost neuter form, he looked quite decent and modest without clothing. When he went back to work, that would quickly change, but for now he was simply elegant and charming in his bared way like all draconickind. 
As Leviatan stepped briskly through the threshold of the door with clacks of sharp talons on parking asphalt that the temporary circus tent city had taken over, he offered out a paw to the pony to sniff which was covered in his own dried up cum from when he had been pawing. Cupcake didn't want to lick or taste it as she didn't like cum much, but the strong sweet smell of pre made her sissy udder hardened in its chastity cage like a warm sponge and made her meep shyly in growing need. 
Her pathetic shy noises finally got Tene's attention when he was obviously too distracted to hear the door itself. He turned with a giggle and an enthusiastic wagging of his tail. "Sugar scales, you know it's not nice to tease the poor donkey slut like that. You know she'll need some relief before I do my performance or she'll be too distracted by her little stiffy clit to do the job of my assistant right." This was a mild disagreement between them as old as the relationship itself. Tenebreas preferred to take care of his pet's need before a show, and the dragon thought it would be a better idea if she squirmed during the act to give a false show of excitement. As the white wolf owned the act, he always got his way in the end.
And because Tenebreas won his argument, that meant that Cupcake usually got what she needed, too. "Okay sissy. Leviatan had to spoil you with his smell so now you get milkies." He chuckled as he hopped off his seat with his cock just peeking out of a pinkish ivory sheathe with a little doggy dew hanging off the end. The wolf went over to his pet donkey and untied her reins from the hook on the wall and gave the bridle a light tug to get her attention, guiding her to a very familiar piece of furniture in his dressing room: the milking rack.
Leviatan had leaned over to give his mate a sweet quick peck on the cheek as the wolf was untying a quick-release knot he made and wrapped the reins around his paw to lead her to the odd raised chute in the corner. It was a special purchase the zoo was unwilling to pay for. Basically, it was a breeding restraint device meant for miniature horses and small ponies to hold them in place for various exams and procedures.
It was made up of two parallel steel fences with swinging gates on either end. The fences were close enough to deny any movement in either direction and the gates were likewise too tall to climb or jump over with fake hooves on her limbs. Tenebreas had also modified the front gate to be a mechanical sideways cattle pillory instead, so it would hold her head steady and blinded so she couldn't see or escape what was taking place behind. Usually it was anal sex or a handjob so she wasn't bothered by the idea of restraint so much.
Once it had been painted a dark green, but the wolf had repainted the whole thing bright pink so as to leave no doubts to anyone what or who it was meant for. "Go in, Cupcake." Daddy Tene barked in encouragement with a frisky wag of his tail. The only reason why she would so willingly let herself be made bound and helpless was because the wolf rarely used such opportunity to do anything she didn't want. She was even used to the enema pump and vacuum that was standard procedure for all plushified slaves, as anthros in suits could not be easily cleaned up when in messy diapers.
Whereas other slaves wore "half" or pocket diapers inside the costume meant only to hold small amounts of urine, the pony-donkey was always going to be diapered on the outside of her plush costume and especially during the magic show because the audience found the whole thing adorably cute and silly. A pink donkey in a giant pinkish-purple diaper? Everyone loved it, especially when Tenebreas made the sissy flood her padding on command and used his invisible telekinetic powers to then change the wet diaper like she were a baby in animal form. 
She was distracted from her thoughts when the rubber brace clasped around her neck as the wolf pats her fake longish donkey ears and fed her a small piece of cum-covered carrot that her ring-gagged muzzle wouldn't choke on. "There's a nice mare for daddy." He whispered soothingly as he took he took her fake donkey tail, which her real tail had been shaved bald and shoved into so she could wag it like normal, and tied it up aside with the help of an alligator clip on a string. Without the fat plush donkey tail to cover her up, she immediately felt a breeze on the exposed lips of her rounded ponut that the large knotted dog cock already sunk deep in her stallionpussy didn't already cover with its circular silicone suction cup base with a wolf paw and Z P on the bottom.
Tenebreas regulated and predicted her diet well, so both of them knew she wasn't due for an internal cleansing until exactly three hours after the performance. She gasped as a fresh sensation touched her privates when the wolf reached under the bottom bar on the chute's left to unbutton the protective fake udder and catheter assembly that would let her pee out from one of the teats into her diaper. The long silicone tubing sliding free of her cock was a relief as he set the udder aside.
Then, for her benefit, he rubbed his paws briskly together for a moment to warm them up. Previous experience had taught Tenebreas that his mare didn't like icy hands touching her real "udder" during a milking, and would even have gotten kicked a few times if it weren't for the buckboard in the rear. As he finished rubbing and huffing on his paws, the ivory wolf reached for the special heart-shaped locket half-hidden in his chestfur and opened it to reveal her special key: the one that would unlock the chastity cage which made it impossible for anyone else but the wolf to milk his cuddledonkey.
Once the padlock clicked free and the pink metal was detached from her feminized malish genitals, her pathetic six inches of stallion mushroom nudged its way out of a fuzzy flabby sheathe into less than prideful sissy glory for all to taunt and tease. "You see, Levi sweety? I milk my pony like a cow because she only has this little clitoris to play with. Poor donkey!" He giggled, not sympathetic to his mareboi at all as he made her clit bounce like a diving board with one flick of a finger, only making the sissy filly hump at the air desperately for more attention.
That seemed to be an invitation to the sapphire-scaled dragon to stomp closer and see it for himself. "All that fussing over such a tiny cock? Maybe you should lock that silly thing away for life and throw away the key." He rumbled in amusement with sinuous wags of his lengthy tail while drinking in the sight of pony-turned-donkey's shy fear and humiliation with interest. She knew they wouldn't actually do such a thing to her, as the sissy's own arousal and orgasms always seemed to heighten their own like sexual dominoes toppling over.
The wolf just chuckled at such a suggestion and rubbed his paws together one last time before squatting down to his work at the pony's flank, a handy little bucket no larger than a soda can was thumped on the floor between her legs. When Tenebreas felt confident that he had aligned the pail correctly, one of his hands reached through the thick metal bars and wrapped tightly around her mushroom-shaped horsecock, never to let go of it again. 
She blushed in her costume as he grasped her maleness firmly with one hand to keep her clit from escaping as he prepared the other with a squishy palmful of clear veterinary jelly which he now smeared around his fingers. "Moo for me, my little sissy cow bitch." The wolf barked out assertively with vigorous wagging of his tail and nude fuzzy butt. "Good little cows moo for milking, don't they?" Although she felt him grip her cock in the slimy wet sleeve of his lubed paw, the milking fucktunnel refused to budge any more than that.
Her blush deepened from his teasing, her haunches trying to rut his paw without success due to the overall tightness of the breeding chute. No, she was completely helpless and bound, and the only way she would be squirting her load was if the wolf were to lend more than a hand in her struggles. "MOO!" She squeaked out loudly, desperately, humping her trapped hips at his extended arm like it was the most important thing in the world. Her single moo made him stroke once up and down, but no more. She quickly caught on that her cowlike pleading had to be continuous if she ever hoped to cum anytime soon.
The pony strained to test his paw one last time, finding herself well stuck in the padded restraint struts before giving up. "Moo!" She pleaded with a blush and reddish flush to her once-pink anus as she started to come into her heat. Tenebreas quickly noted the change in mood as his sensitive canid nose sensed the slight change in musk coming from her asspussy, reaching his free arm around her flank to a Pyrex sex toy hanging from a string. She recognized it as the nub drill buttplug. Once inserted, there was a crank handle he could turn one-handed that would twist a drill-shaped cone covered in prostate-massaging beads around in her ass.
If he was going to use that on her, the pony suspected that it operated under the same conditions as the session of hand milking at the other end. A feminine gasp escaped as daddy shoved the pointy thick toy into her ponyhole and gave it a good turn that pummeled her prostate into gravel. Her blush deepened as she raised the stub of her tail and tried to back her butt into the unexpected pleasure arriving from behind. "Moo?" She was rewarded with a long cranking as daddy's paw played with her clit like an udder that needed to be warmed up by firm massaging wiggles of his fingertips around the crown of her glans.
From then on she let out a long bellowing needy cascade of moos as he turned the crank and pumped her sissycock like a stubborn heifer nipple, his paw quickly warming with her body heat and pre as he worked her. When her orgasm built, her lowing became sharper and more pronounced by desperate need for release until she gasped out and fucked her hips into his paw while spraying the tiny bucket with steamy splatters of ponyseed. Daddy yanked the crank from her throbbing tailhole and gave her chubby butt a nice few pats, taking the bucket by the handle over to an ice cube tray and poured her cum into each of the different pits in the mold until they were all full, sticking toothpicks into each one to turn them into cumsicle treats for the pony to suckle later on.
After he was finished with milking her clit, he had to put it back in its little protective cage and zipped up in the donkey udder pouch, but she was still hard and leaking a little from her donation. So he solved the problem by taking a cup of ice water and quickly dunking her cock into it like a rude chilly awakening. Her pony stick shriveled up almost immediately and allowed him to prepare her for another long week of needy chastity.
Daddy then opened a small black felt back which contained her alternate chastity device for when the other was being sanitized for later use. First came the domed cage fitted tightly into her sheathe like a trap or drain cover, then the metal loop behind her balls that clasped neatly shut around the body of her sheathe, then a little rod that tucked the loop together while securing the cage in place, the whole assembly going neatly together with a tiny padlock.
Locked up and no longer able to get hard, she whined shyly as daddy zipped up her fake udder while poking the catheter into place down her peehole like a slimy silicone snake, making her bladder incontinent and diaper dependent for as long as it was in place. A blush filled her cheekbones within the donkey mask as her bladder already emptied itself onto the laminate wooden floor and padded faux leather bondage stocks without her control. Yes, it was obvious to all why the ponydonk had to wear a diaper on the outside of the costume instead of hidden inside like with the other circus's animals in bondage suits.
Daddy sighed and chuckled with a wag of his tail at the mess she made, wiping it up with a mop intended for such a purpose even as he washed down the area she had fouled with good-natured but fake impatience. "Naughty girl. And this is why you need to be padded, silly!" She could tell he was mocking her, as he had created her shameful situation in the first place. "Yep, I see lots of wet diapers in your future, slut." He giggled with a wag of his hips even as he untied her from the chute and led her over to a blank spot on the floor to be fitted for her other portion of "uniform".
Already used to the routine of being padded, the donkeymare knew exactly how to behave by flopping down on her belly like a pregnant cow and simply rolling herself over, with stiff legs sticking up like a plastic animal toy's. She surrendered to his power as the wolf laid out the supplies needed while grinning down at her with his wagging tail. First he put one of the largest disposable diapers under her tushy imaginable, twisted the cap on a talcum bottle, and sprinkled several ounces worth of fragrant powder on her pony bits and the exposed part of her fuzzy pink buttocks. 
Once the diaper tapes were secured firmly around her, the sissy filly was well comforted by the cotton layers now spreading her legs helplessly apart, but there was still one more small detail to see to. Perhaps small was a bad way to describe a large plug tail going back up her boipussy, as daddy wolf now greased up the thick pink bulb for shoving, grinning with amusement as he already had a pretty good idea where to shove it. 
With her real tail hidden away and the back of her crisp new pink diaper displaying a nice convenient hole, she had no choice but to get back on all fours and relax as best she could while the lupine dom prodded the blunt tip at her boi cunny and twisted it side to side like a spinning top until he had her loosened enough to stick it in with a whining nervous neigh even as her tight hungry butt swallowed it back up without a problem just in time for the oncoming show. The current performance was going to be the clowns, and following that was the plushy lions. After the lion pride would be the magic show.

Daddy Drake was the only lion amongst them who had the ability to move and make decisions. That made him the lion king, as it were and Loupy had to sit on his haunches in the uncomfortable costume as the show lights panned on the large community feline cage with all its plushy cats locked in their little costumes. The white bipedal lion had the whip, and he thus used this plain measure of control to get the plushy lionesses to do as he ordered, even to the extent of getting them to suckle on one another's chastity udder sacs for the audience's amusement. 
Because it was Loupy's first day on the job, the tamer took it easy on him and was more than happy to let him watch how the rest of the subbified lions were turned into his pet playthings and did all that he asked without hesitation. Not only was there some 69 teasing on caged cocks and labia within the fake udder housings, but also lions humping each other through the hidden padding of diapers trying to gain that one crucial bit of contact that would send their chaste bits over the edge of orgasm.
Loupy thought this might be the extent of what he might be asked to do, but he was quite wrong. Drake had one final trick after he ordered his club of lions to present themselves in a crescent-shaped line sweeping themselves evenly about him like a smile of fur. With Loupy looking on in curiosity, the white anthro now motioned at him with wiggling gestures of his finger while unzipping the front of his pants where a protective condom stuffed with barbed lioncock awaited. 
Knowing what was expected of him, the littlest lioness padded over and sat on his haunches in front of that cock wrapped in rubber padding, not sure what to do with it since his mouth was permanently held open thanks to a ring-gag and O-ring on the opening of the suit's costume head. He could smell the sweet musk vapors flowing out of the lion male's pants, which made his own sissyclit begin to bend at an awkward angle in its little cage.
Drake took a flourishing bow to the audience for his performance before addressing their cheers with a salute from his pointy hardon. "And now for the final trick of the sissy lion circus, I will put my member in a place fraught with danger and trust my malehood to the jaws of a lion." Both Loupy and the ivory lion knew that daddy Drake had to have a clean diaper to make such a bold claim, as he was full of shit given how the costume would never allow the wolf to bite anyone. 
Although he blushed, it wouldn't show up in any visible way someone could see but the lion standing in front of him with a hard spire spiky meat knew exactly what it was doing to his internal conflicts of desire and pride. "Go on, plushy Loup. Take my trust into your mouth and show the pride leader your devotion." He growlpurrs, holding it out in one gloved hand like some kind of exotic treat to the smaller costumed lioness in bondage.
Invited so openly, he pounced on it with his paws landing on Drake's hips as his muzzle devoured that salty stick in one drooling bite as Loupy struggled to wrap his tongue all the way around it. As he slurped about it, he found that lion pre was still finding its way out through an opening at the end of the hardened clear rubber sheathe, and he knew that cum would likely follow if he knew the proper ways to tickle the lion's fancy with his throat.
Drake responded to the devouring of his meat by grabbing onto Loupy's fake lion ears and jabs his cock further and deeper down the wolf's throat in hard vigorous pokes to release his seed into the sissy's belly. Not sure if he liked such rough treatment after being raped silly by Saint Fur Zoo employees on previous occasions, Loupy obeyed as much as he could to slurp along that shaft and make the lionhood cum quickly.
It happened sooner than expected as Loupy let out a mild meep as several salty sweet spurts of fishy-tasting lioncum squirted into his mouth. Most of it ended up going directly down his throat, but some random drops managed to tingle on his tongue like male snowflakes and left that bitter malecum taste in his mouth that would linger there half the night like an unpleasant layer of plastic on his gums.
Now that Drake had his relief in the jaws of danger, the show was officially over as he hid his lionhood with a loud zip of his trouser. It was strange to see the daddy lion go from lewd to professional with one pull of the zipper, but there it was. He was cascaded with roses and applause even as he locked the lion cage back up with a wide-faced padlock and went about getting something to eat or perhaps another sexual act with some other poor plushy in the circus. If Loupy had to guess, one of the diapered circus ponies was going to feel some lioncock very soon.

The sissy donkeymare meeps and waggles her diapered hips side to side just as daddy magician Tenebrea finished putting it on her, blowing a raspberry on her latex tummy as he turned to his new guest taking a position next to his lover. It was the trainer of the sissy lions and he smelled of saliva and cum from some previous show. By the time he got into the nice dressing room, it seemed like he was ready for another go.
She had assumed he wanted something more exotic to rut, as he had on several other occasions, and although he was given to being rough, his cock was not unmanageable to start with. Except, this was not one of those times as she listened in curiously while on her back with her pucker throbbing from what she had assumed would be an imminent lion breeding. "So, the great master Tenebrea wishes to borrow one of mine for his next performance. Can you tell me why you have such a thing planned?" While most of Drakes' ire and impatience was focused on the white wolf with stamps of his padded unclawed feet, some of his attention couldn't help but notice the helpless pink ponyboi simply laying on the floor rolling around in a diaper of a large enough size that would shame a real donkey with its inherent bulk.
The ponydonk squeaked out nervously when one of those feline feet stepped down firmly on her crotch and rolled around on her diaper front as though he was taunting her caged dolly while awaiting a response. "It's just a little something to freshen up the act. I saw the stage magicians in Las Vegas do it and wanted to try something a bit different." He looked on toward the unchaste teasing of his pet and shook his head, "No Drake, not this time. We’re about to go on stage." If the white lion in khaki riding breeches had any disappointment over being denied, he didn't let any of it display itself on his face. Rather, he did the polite thing by acknowledging the refusal and vacated the room without a decision. Cupcake supposed such were details worked out in advance and they would show themselves onstage.
No sooner had the door been closed on the lionish lion tamer, than Tenebrea and Leviatan looked on her sissified form with interest. She knew what was coming and made it that much harder just to be a silly sassy fillybutt, getting up on all fours and galloping haphazard circles around the room with her two daddies in pursuit. The girly mare always knew from previous experience that the dragon would be the one to hold her down while the wolf pinned her into her pink sparkly sequined leotard costume as his feral donkified assistant. Well aware that she would be captured, she never ceased to resist due to her amusement for such sport, nor did they seem to grow tired of cornering the sissy and stuffing her in the pretty elastic attire just in time for the show, either.
It was such a cute onepiece too as Tenebrea held it out to her on its bubblegum pink hangar as the sapphire dragon chased her down and eventually had the femstallion in his claws, lifting her off the ground by her underarms with wiggling plump legs as the wolf chuckled at the silly situation she'd been put into. "No escape from two daddies who know how to trap slutponies." The lupine barked out happily with a mischievous grin and vigorous wagging of his tail as he slid the sleeves off the hook and held the space within open like a sack he was going to shove her into. Her hooves fell easily into the legholes with a little guidance while daddy threaded her tail through the back and attached the accompanying giant pink fuzzy peacocklike featherbutt tail meant for cute decoration.  
Just like all the other times she remembered, the stretchy material of the spandex or elastic hugged her tiny donkified body and encompassed her poofy showdiaper in one complete embrace of silky warmth like a princess onesie, the sissy still squirming and wiggling as the two larger males got her front hooves through the sleeves and left her a very adorable donkey girl fit for a casino vaudeville. 
After they were finished fussing over her and putting enough bows and ribbons on her tail and mane to make the sissydonk look cute for eternity, they set the pink slut back down on all fours to giggle at her awkward shyness as she tried to wiggle out of the familiar costume without success. Truthfully, the costume would be coming off along with her diaper during the magic act, but she would have no control over that, and that would be the more embarrassing thing than simply wearing such girly clothes. With her pretty princess clothes snugly over her diaper, there was one other small detail to see to as Tenebrea was nude for one reason. She folded her front knees and knelt before him, sticking her plushy donkey O-mouth over his groin and blew on his sheathe and balls while licking frantically at his light seasoning of male dew leaking out.
Before every show, the daddy wolf needed some release or else he would be horny to the point of distraction by her lusty rear end in its cozy cute diaper. Not merely controlling her turned him on, but also the many humiliating things he could do to a sissymare, as well. So because his erection on stage at times betrayed his usual candor, he had to find a nifty way to take care of it, and this usually happened by the taking of her mouth or ass. Since she was somewhat thirsty after her milking, it would turn out to be the latter as she smelt his desire and licked around on his shy pokey tip nearly buried within. She breathed and teased out the juices with her tongue until she had enough of a canid nub to work with, slobbering all over his balls and crotch with little whining giggles of need like a silly bimbo filly.
For all the times he could have easily grabbed her long silly donkey ears and jammed his knot down her throat, daddy was always patient and allowed the sissypon to work at her own pace. This was one of the things that endeared him to her and made her more than willing to take him in her mouth without hesitation. The other thing that made her refrain from hesitating was his sweet salty taste, as it was a guilty pleasure of spurting doggy snowflakes on her wide slurping tongue.
By the time his knot came out to play, it was much too large to fit through the concealed ring in her mouth so he had to be happy with getting only his tip and shaft through instead. The end of his cock wasn't as long as her pony muzzle, so she had to do most of the work of bringing him off with her tongue until he could release all over her throat.
The most noticeable part of the foreplay was the taste of pre as it slid around her teeth down her throat like canine glaze. She made the most of that musky juice as each little stroke of her tongue teased ever more out until the pre suddenly came to a halt and she felt his cock bounce around in her muzzle instead, throbbing as it shot several powerful spurts of dogcum straight down into her tummy like bitter sticky yogurt splatters.
After daddy had spent his lust in the donkey-suited slut, he wiped the rest of the cum droplets on her wide pink muzzle with a friendly pat on her head between the ears, turning back to the dressing room mirror to put on his costume and better see the details done properly in his sequined tuxedo and shiny spandex briefs. The last touch was the black felt top hat with light blue sash tied around the middle. "Ready for the show?" He chuckles, looking backwards at his pony with an amused tailwag while adjusting his bowtie. She tried to speak up and ask when the plushy lion was going to show up for their act, but all that came out was a shy feminized bray thanks to a hidden voice box that muffled up her speech. 
As partial as daddy was to wearing blue with all of his clothes, he much preferred to make his pony wear pink, as it was a particularly humiliating color to wear. It was bad enough to be born pink in a male body, but now Tenebrea wanted to compound the fact with diapers and girly outfits no proud male would dare put on. Yet inside a latex donkey costume, what was she really going to do to protest such treatment?
With her paws inside hard rubbery hoof casings, not much. Tenebreas probably liked it that way, as it kept her meek and helpless to his influence. There wasn't much more he could do to humiliate her than clean up after her waste like an animal and collect her semen in the same demeaning manner only to feed it to her later as peculiar frozen treats. She looked at the view from behind, the shiny featureless panties wedged a bit up in daddy's butt to better display the detail of his plump dog rump, not that she'd ever get to mount him anytime soon if at all. The boon of sex was only offered up to his mate, the draconic wonder.
It was nice to ask if she was ready, but there really wasn't anything she could do if she weren't, and in fact, he led her onto the staging area by a leash every single time. It was a humane leash, attached to the donkey costume instead of her actual neck, but that was small comfort to being led around in the first place like a little feral animal. "Be a good slutty and come along nice. Your admiring public awaits." With that vote of imperturbable confidence, she had little choice but to obey her master and trot along at his side to the main event of the big top. The applause was the first thing the pony noticed as they left the quiet of the shared room, but how could she not? It was of a volume that was hard to ignore as the previous performance was finishing up to loud claps from the audience.
The previous act was vacating the stage as the searchlights now dimmed for Tene's show. She watched in lusty hunger as several male elephants in brightly colored thongs and clown paint were congratulating each other in a rowdy humorous way as they passed, the scent of musk and ejaculate strong on their bodies from what "musth" have been a most vigorously amorous display of gay entertainment. With the lights darkened to a shady amber glow and several chubby pachyderm butts cruising their way by to an alternate dressing station to suit their size, now a more enchanting type of music began to play over elderly choked up loudspeakers that had seen better, more glorious days.
That song that now played was all too familiar to her and anyone else whom knew the magic show by rote. It was "Strange Magic" by the Electric Light Orchestra, and it couldn't be more appropriate than any other tune except perhaps "Do you believe in magic?", which was too silly for this and likely copyrighted by a fast food franchise, anyway. Now that she had heard it for another countless time, she couldn't help but feel it was an overplayed hit of sorts. 
It was difficult to believe a hit could be worn out, but she had grown accustomed to hearing it every day for the last three years in the constrictive feminine costume. Because of this routine, it became kind of boring. What wasn't boring however, was what the wolf did while the music played. Each performance was not the same; as he varied up his tricks frequently enough to always catch the ponydonk off guard with ever greater amounts of sissying and humiliation. So when he announced on a microphone stand that he would be turning a ghostly trick during a diaper change, it was then that she had cause to be nervous, as such a thing had never been done before. 
On top of that declaration, he also said he was going to do it to one of the lions at the same time. The ghostly trick was where he used his invisible telekinetic "powers" to levitate a slut and do all sorts of things to them in unseen manipulations of their body and random everyday objects. Last time he did his little spiritualism, he had put her in a dress and fed her a bottle before putting the sissy down for a nap while writing naughty things on her body in permanent marker while the audience laughed. Today, it was going to be something far more intimate and humiliating than even she would've expected from the kinky ivory wolf. 
Unlike other plushies at the circus she wore her padding on the outside for this very reason: to make any diaper changes in public as humiliating and cute as possible, since this wasn’t so possible with the other latex feral fursuits. A few times, Tenebreas even let strangers change her wet diaper when they asked. It was particularly embarrassing to the sissy, as this was another tally against her trying to convince everyone that she wasn't an adorably diaper-dependent donkey. The other victim of tonight's performance was the new lioness, Loupy. His inner padding on his lion costume had to be stripped away to make the act of wetting in a big poofy pink diaper even possible in the first place. Cupcake felt sorry for the plushy lioness, as he had no clue what was in store for the both of them that night. 
It began with a bow to the respective patrons as Tenebreas wiggled his ass saucily, the two plushies tied to a hitching post and unable to go anywhere. With all pleasantries out of the way, He started things out like a conductor with a wave of his paws, orchestrating something most fantastical and inexplicable as the two of them were suddenly besieged by what felt like invisible fingers or feathers tingling inside the tight costumes. A diaper change was no good with a clean diaper, and he was doing everything within his power to ensure they didn't stay that way by tickling them into incontinence. Unable to do much but contort and giggle-bray in odd movements along with the wolf-plush, it gave her some time to reflect on the fact that Tenebreas couldn't have picked a more ticklish pair of tinkler's than the two of them.
The forces taking over their bodies were too strong to control. The best either could hope for was to make a game of it and try to outlast the other in wetting their respective poofy leg-spreading padding. Cupcake looked over curiously as a strange mewling cry broke above the noise of the music at the same time the pink moons and stars of the lioness's infantile padding nearly burst apart with a flood of fresh steaming puppy piss. No one from the audience would be close enough to smell, but there was definitely a wolf under that golden yellow plush, she could tell.
After Loupy's public humiliation, it was Cupcake's time to flood her very visible pink padded pony pampers with growing worry. Every second that she refused to do the deed, the relentless feathery touches within her costume drove her that much closer to the edge than before like an orgasm for her bladder. Soon, the whickering pony giggles were followed by a growing stain on her diaper as she could feel the warmth spread around her nethers in sloshing waves of squishy fullness, the pale yellow quickly turning the visible pink star and butterfly designs on the crotch green.
Now that both diapers were ruined by use beyond recognition, each front turned from pink to a greenish yellow now visible through the thin pink plastic outer liner to show how heavily they had been destroyed. Worse than that, the flooding was even more visible due to the sudden unexpected sag from the quick filling. The only good thing from the wetting was that the tickles stopped just as daddy Tene was chuckling with enthusiastic wags of his tail as he took particular pleasure and credit from his handiwork with several bows of thanks in recognition to a roar of claps and laughter. 
Loupy had wet first, so it only made the most sense that he would also be changed first. The magic was efficient, if anything. With a wave of his paws, daddy had levitated a flying carpet down onto the floor. Only, it wasn't a carpet but a billowing changing mat slowly drifting down to the ground like a tissue. The wolf in lion's clothing meeped shyly as those same invisible forces now picked him up and draped his smallish lithe form across the cloth cushion's surface, spreading his legs before buckling him in place on rigid canvas straps and left him essentially helpless to what would follow.
It almost looked like his diaper was haunted, in that the tapes were uncurling themselves by invisible paws so that the front could be flicked open and display the wolf's shame. Well, partial shame since all that was visible were a pair of grey balls and a cock buried in the polished pink silicone shell of a chastity device. Most of the pee had been absorbed into the diaper, and this was promptly balled up and thrown away. With that first bit of business taken care of, a tube of wipes was popped open and the wolf meeped and howled in shyness as the babyish cleansing cloths rubbed around his nervous nethers like so many strong-smelling napkins.
Not just one cleaning cloth circled around his rash area either, but several like busy buzzing bees of diapering. Each went in its own direction fully oblivious to the others aside from occasional bumps and scrapes between them. It was an odd sight like watching a hive of insects or a busy freeway congested with fast cars. They were thorough in their task, too, as every bit of pee was wiped away leaving shiny grey or cream-white tummy fur beneath.
The previous diaper that Drake had put Loupy into was itself quite ridiculously large, but this new one was far bigger. It was what the Saint Fur Cub Zoo typically referred to as a "penance diaper", as it would prevent the user from doing much more than crawling or kneeling on the floor with the way the thick padded crotch would keep the legs spread wide apart like a cloth saddle with a big padded rounded heinie. If Loupy could even manage to waddle like a big tushy duck in that twenty inch thick baby panty of paddedness, he could consider himself fortunate, but the donkeyboi doubted he would have such luck in that regard.
The result was what the pony expected, as the wolf wanted nothing to do with this ever Goliath-sized diaper that was now ever slowly and ominously floating towards his conspicuously bare bits. The same ghostly force that took his previous used padding off now lifted his tushy off the floor by his ankles to slide this new humongous disposable beneath him. The thickness of the cotton soaker material was so great that it could (and probably no doubt does) pull double duty as the standard diaper for larger enslaved species of the zoo like hippos and elephants, if they ever needed to be padded and the person in charge of them didn't mind bigger spills to clean up. 
Loupy made a helpless squeak as he was dropped into the padding, unable to do or say much more from the intricate complicated way he had been gagged and partially silenced by his muzzle. Nor could he flee even now, as invisible paws held him down while the new humiliating attire was now beneath him and so big that it made the blood rush to his head from the way it had lifted up his hips and bum.
Almost upside-down on the strange gigantic sissy diaper, Loupy let out a nervous kittenish growl from his voice synthesizer module built into the suit to make him sound as natural as possible and disguise his true species. Even his fluffy long lioness tail between his legs was no defense as the mysterious specter simply threaded it easily through the hole in the back of the disposable built for such a purpose and now so ensnared as to leave him helplessly nude and ready to receive. 
Cupcake was watching Tenebreas closely in curiosity, noticing the strange motions of his paws in the air as he orchestrated the nanny ghosts like some grand puppet show of diapering. She let out a shy donkey bray as her pointless attempt at sneaking away from the special spectacle only garnered her more ghostly attention. Through the holes in her mask it was very difficult to see what was happening to her own diaper, but the noises and sensations were enough to clue her in on the process as the crotch snaps of her onesie show costume were clicked apart and flayed apart, soon after the tapes quickly ripped away as her pee soaked sheathe in chastity, butt, and balls were exposed to the draft going through the big top tent, causing her to shiver at the discomfort of her chilling bits.
Out of the corner of one eye she saw as the Loupy lion was squirming shyly in a most adorable way while locked in his costume as the haunting of his diaper now floated a bottle of fragrant talc above his tawny navel, shaking vigorously with a nice misty fog of baby powder right onto his exposed clitty cage and clenching black tailhole as it squeezed snugly around a shiny new rubber buttplug like sissy snow as he did his best to contort and escape the humiliation of being babied in public. Once the snow had settled, the front of the diaper, with some exaggerated effort of its bulk and weight, was snugly taped shut over his lioness bits in an appearance much too large to benefit him physically.
The pony would have been inclined to giggle at such a silly sissified show, but the white wolf orchestrator of depraved diapering’s leveled an oddly severe gaze over her supernaturally restrained form. "No I didn't forget my special little donkey. Your name is Cupcake, and I'm going to show the audience how I turn you into a sweet sissy creampuff." She had no idea what was implied by that statement until she saw it: It was an extra-large Chance from bad dragon all colored bright neon pink. It had a long silicone tube coming out of the base which was attached to the bottom of a big white plastic paint bucket. She knew there was no paint in there, but it would color her bowels all the same as the whole assembly floated towards her all prepared for use. The sissy donk let out a nervous squeaky bray and tried to avoid it by turning tail and clopping away in a clumsy gallop, but that only made it easier for one set of the ghostly paws as they flipped her over onto her tummy and neatly held her down on the packed dirt of the ground while conveniently holding her long plump tail up across her back for ease.
While looking backwards to the best of her ability through the inconvenient eyeholes that weren’t angled properly, the sissy could see and smell some of the juices dribbling thickly out of the horse dildo, smelling strongly of male hormones that she knew to be from that gaggle of thonged elephants in the prior show. Either daddy had asked for a favor, or collected samples from their restless debauchery. She had no doubt that he was going to pump her full even as Loupy rolled back and forth on his rounded diaper bum like a rocking horse, giggling with paw points at her shame. Of course he would be the one to poke fun at her being treated like the slut she was, but on a much larger scale than she could handle. 
The donkey let out a soft nervous squeak as she felt the thick unflared end nudge at her perky pony button, trying to bump its way through despite her resisting anal seal. “Your resistance is futile, cumcakes. I’ve got just the thing to help loosen you up.” Daddy barked with a chuckle and enthusiastic wagging even as his panties tented and grew wet with his increasing arousal. His ghostly helpers arrived to tickle her sissy, the mareboi losing all sense of control as the cum-covered silicone glans popped into her snug defenses like a horsecock stinger, slowly sinking deeper up to the big squishy balls of the base. Each time she clenched her ponut, the massive toy bobbed up and down with little jerky nods even as she was flipped over on her back and held still for what followed.
Daddy had an identical giant elephant diaper to the one the plushy lioness was currently enjoying like a mattress made into a rocking chair. While one spectral paw kept the drafthorse dildo in place so it wouldn’t slip out, the other figments fell on her all at once, lifting her squishy shiny donkey tush off the ground to slip the overabundant padding under her helpless plugged heinie. Cupcake shook nervously side to side, trying to slip out of it before it was too late. “Silly donkey butt. Stubborn sissies need extra big diapers so they don’t get in trouble, right Loupy?” The wolf pup bouncing about in his diaper could only agree with enthusiastic nods and loud suckles on some sort of pacifier gag buried deep within the costume’s mask, preventing most coherent speech. 
Every attempt to push the dildo back out was foiled, even as her sissy caged bits were wiped up using the baby cloths with teasing strokes that left the naughty girl nearly cumming despite being made chaste. When they were done massaging every bit of pee out of her shiny fur, down came a generous powdering of baby talc, the cute sweet perfume causing her to blush on invisible cheekbones that couldn’t be seen, though daddy woof knew her well enough to guess that she was probably deeply humiliated about now. Once a mountain of cool powder cascaded over her bits like an avalanche and her bits were sealed away by the six inches or so thick of cotton disposable padding that made her look like she had a pillow taped around her waist, the last aspect of the humiliation came into play.
A stopper was let free on the bucket, the sissy immediately feeling as all the old sticky cold elephant cum began oozing through the dildo straight up her rump like a hose. There must’ve been a gallon in there, as her tummy jutted out quite a bit even as cum oozed all around the wide shaft of the silicone dong under pressure and threatening to explode out if it weren’t for the snug embrace of the diaper. Once the bucket had emptied, it was popped free of the cumtube, and the tubing was clamped up again so it wouldn’t leak back out and coiled up into the rear of her diaper for storage. She didn’t think it could get any worse, but “Tene the Murraculous” had yet another trick up his sleeve. 
Just as sissy Cupcake was tugging on her leash and trying to get used to the wide leg-spreading diaper and the squishy wide sore fullness shoved far up her tush, the white wolf in his dandy costume made a plea to the audience. “Will you take a look at these sissies! Diapered and in chastity, and still their naughty urges can’t be curtailed. Who says we spank the mischief out of those crinkly butts?” The two plushy sex slaves of the zoo squeaked in disbelief, unable to comprehend why the wolf was trying to embarrass them further.

If Loupy could let the pacigag fall from his muzzle in shock, he would do so now. Daddy Tene was asking random furs in the audience if they wanted him and the silly pony spanked! And of course, the answer was obvious since this was the Saint Fur Cub Zoo’s Kink Circus, so it was apparent they would agree. Before he could diaper-hop his way to a hiding place, the mischievous ghosts had him again, both of them. The diapers were so big that they made great substitutes for knees to be bent over and left defenseless. Loupy squirmed and wiggled, trying to roll out of the precarious position, but Tene’s psychic powers or whatever they were proved too strong for him to break free from. 
Nearby, he noticed that Cupcake was in the same predicament and position. Almost in unison, their diapers were forcefully pulled down in the back, and equally almost in unison were their meepy muffled indignant squeaks of protest. With tushies laid bare, the only thing left to them was to brace for the first stinging hot impacts of heavy paws. At least, he thought the bad stuff would come first, but let out a pleasant little moan as the buttplug locked firmly in his rump was pressed on and wiggled around like a magical pink button. If he weren’t caged, he’d have a little stiffy in the front of his pampers. The donkey plush was also making cute lewd noises as her horse dildo was wiggled about and nudged deeper into her butt with a mild humping motion only for it to slip out a tiny bit on its own for the process to be repeated all over again.
Just as Loupy was starting to enjoy himself, the wonderful sensations coming from behind suddenly ceased and left the pup wanting for more. Since his mind was so foggy with ecstasy and pleasure, he didn’t expect what followed as something snapped across his bared cheeks in whip-like fashion. He yelped as the first sting slowly left his jiggling cheeks to leave a very gradual building warmth as his buns grew inflamed. The first was bad, but the second spank that crashed along his rump brought with it another more favorable promise as it hit the buttplug at the right angle to hit his prostate and make him collapse in lustful submission to the unexpected sensation of sexual satiation.
He would be spanked, but because he was plugged, it would be a mixture of pain and pleasure so it wouldn’t all be bad. Loupy was learning that daddywolf Tene was a naughty caretaker like that. Amidst his rhythmic pattern of stinging butt pats, the pup had to make an effort to see the fake donkey in the throes of near-orgasmic bliss as her wide heinie was getting spank-fucked with the giant dildo as the ghostly paws seemed to playing her rumpcheeks like bongos in an effort to make the donkey bitch cum while in chastity. The little wolfy wondered if that was even possible, as he’d never experienced such a thing for himself. Very few good little sissies could orgasm while in chastity from being poked up the butt, so he’d find it very fun to watch but unlikely. One thing that was fairly obvious though was that elephant cum was getting messily splattered everywhere as the dildo worked its way in her ponut like a butter churn. It was very cute and everything the naughty pony slut deserved, in his sissy opinion, so apparently daddy woof agreed!
Just when little Loop thought he might get the chance to make stickies in his padding from being slapped on his burning red tushy, his diaper was pulled back up neatly about his middle and the waistband was left to snap in place. The sissy mare was equally affronted when her punishment ended, but at least she had all of that moist cold elephant seed to cool her fiery disciplined buttcheeks. “Two sissies punished, just as you asked. Yet, there’s something else missing, isn’t there?” The rediapered pets looked at one another’s expressions, trying to find some clue of the magician wolf’s proclamation in either’s eyes, but there was none to be had.
With more conductor waggling with wide flicks of his arms and fingers like a sexual orchestra, Tene had his ghostly helpers sit the padded sissybois on their diapered rumps like recliners and stroked his chin thoughtfully as if to think, even though he already knew the answer and just wanted to milk the moment for all it was worth. “Yes, that’s it,” he woofed out thoughtfully with a wagging of his tail even as two inexplicable puffs of pink smoke cleared away to reveal two pink cordless Hitachi magic wands floating in midair like they were haunted. “We forgot to play with our diapered dollies little dollies!” He chuckles, the Hitachi’s flicking on and buzzing loudly with visible vibrations. The sissies squeaked nervously as each of them found a magic wand rubbing at their diaper fronts to find that one special spot and sticking there despite whatever little nervous movements they made to avoid it.
Somehow despite not having his cage be visible in the front, the Hitachi managed to find his sheathe and tickled at the tip of it. Even if he couldn’t get erect, the vibrations were strong enough to titillate the nerves and build up a very strong gradual orgasm that had the sissy pup wiggle crinkling in his diaper with helpless grunts of protest. It was a strange sorry contradiction, he realized. Although he was more than willing to cum when it was the buttplug working on his special butt spot during the spanking, having it done directly to him as its own intended result somehow seemed more degrading than as an accident. 
Despite his fidgeting, he found a release coming well on its way, and very strongly. The pony seemed In the same boat, which wasn’t much of a surprise as Hitachi’s were very relentless and powerful. No cock or clitoris could stand in the way of one as the inevitable edging led to explosive results, usually the cause of many sticky ruined diapers! Just as he felt that his tense loins were reaching a feverish pitch to his sensitive ticklish puppyhood trying to spurt its milkies every which way, Daddy woof turned up the juice along with the one word they both dreaded to hear, ears and cheeks burning in shame like cheap used sluts, “ABRACUMDABRA!” Almost at the same time, the sissies cried out and trembled as their legs humped and wiggled in spastic ways as once chaste bits squirted their release into the awaiting thirsty cotton even as they lay there tiredly with deep strained breaths from a job well done.     
The show wasn’t done with, but the two pets were far too exhausted to be useful for much else, so Tene motioned for two floating cribs to land loftily nearby, where he put them in for their naps, tucked plushies beneath their arms, slid blankies over helpless restful forms, peck each on the head with soft lips and delicate words of encourage for their performance, and had the powers that be take the cribs away for safe keeping while he recited a lullaby on a microphone. “Silly sluts, with toy-stuffed butts. Time for meepy sheep to sleep. You had your fun, the day is done, but now it’s time for sleep. We had a good time, but now it’s the chime. Your bedtime has come. Tomorrow we will go again, for as long as you can. But, naps are for the nappied little ones.” Loupy yawned and stretched to the soft reassuring words, snuggling closer to the grey-white timber wolf plush despite not being able to feel most of its softness through his own plush costume. His butt was sore and his padding was cold and wet in the front, but he had a good time.

He stirred awake to a faint smell of musk in the enclosed room. Whatever had happened while he was asleep had wrapped itself up, and now the circus was being packed up until next year. As fun as the Saint Fur Zoo’s Circus was, it was not to last. As with all good things, it was yet another festival that had to depart before it overstayed its welcome and became a boring eyesore on the landscape. Better for the whimsy to leave you forever longing and overjoyed, than for it to fester in the mind forever and be taken for granted like a permanent fixture. Perhaps the circus was itself a metaphor for childhood, as it couldn’t last forever, but the time spent there was the magic and endearment that it left on all.
And just like a dream, his epiphany was carried off and forgotten to leave him with the remainders of his soaked disposable. He smelled like he needed a change after multiple sleep-wettings, so he probably did, but Tene was busy with something else. Loupy looked over and immediately found himself blushing as he saw the white wolf playing one of those naughty games with his pony. Cupcake was licking Tene’s carrot through the narrow muzzle hole of the donkey plush costume, which went a good way towards explaining why he smelt aroused male wolf musk in the air. A little bit jealous, Loupy stood up in his crib and whined, his diaper sagging with fullness after so many constant wettings throughout a night’s sleep.
Tene was distracted and enjoying the cocktip blowjob from his slutty marebutt pet, but his sharp observant ears picked up on the grumpy noises from behind and the more telling sloshing crinkles of a diaper well used. “Yes, yes, silly sissy lion. I’ll take care of you, too very soon. Just bear in mind that daddy might want to knot a certain shy wolfpup.” He growled playfully, looking back at Loupy over his shoulder with a wag of his tail and cute naked fuzzy well-defined rump, shiny sequined blue panties dropped in a crumpled puddle around his ankles as he toyed with the donkey ears as his ponyboi licked him off, unable to fit much more than the shaft since the knot was too big to get inside.     
Daddy Tene seemed a very sensitive wolf down there, so it wasn’t all that hard to bring him off from little licks, the white canid groaning as his back and muscles went rigid during his orgasm, Tene finally leaning on the changing table in the Saint Fur Zoo’s nurse’s office to catch his breath and balance while his energy returned. “No matter how many times you suck daddy off, you always do a great job, cumcakes.” Daddy teased with a yip and an affectionate pat on his pony’s head before wiping his drippy cock on Cupcake’s costume and turning back over to Loupy to give him attention with a broad woflish smile while panting.
The donkey mask was covered in a generous helping of cum splatters when daddy turned his back and Loupy could see what a sticky mess he’d made of his slut. Although gagged, she still didn’t have any reason to complain about the mess even as Tene padded over towards the lioness and fawned over his soggy cuteness even as Loupy hung on the top bar of the crib, pee-laden diaper sagging heavily between his legs like a pink inner-tube full of sloshing water. “Yes, yes. Let’s get little loop’s a lot changed.” He woofed in good humor, picking the wolf pup up by his underarms and hoisted him into the air even as his diaper’s tenuous hold threatened to release at any time.
The nurse’s office veterinary section had a very cute changing table for little sissies like him, Loupy chirping out shyly even as he was laid flat along the paper-covered cushion and tickled with frantic white paws to submission. “And now that daddy has you where he wants you, guess what’s gonna happen?” The pup shook his head, unsure and confused how to respond to that even as daddy Tene chuckled and gave the spongy bloated crotch a few playful pokes for good measure, raising a tsking eyebrow at his slushy shame. 
Loupy could only shake his head, his fake lioness tail curling up around his big wet diaper in a display of coy cuddlebutt submission. “And what a wet puppykins we have here, too! It’s no wonder our little sissy is so thickly padded, is it?” If Tenebrea could see how brightly Loupy was blushing beneath the costume head to all the playful teasing, the daddy woof would surely chuckle and be glad for a job well done. Since he couldn’t see, though, he had to assume that his taunting words were having the desired effect.
First came a simple strap around the belly to keep him from wandering off, as he certainly didn’t want lil loop to take a tumble, did he? Daddy plopped the timber wolf plush onto his chestfur to sooth the sissy even as he peeled back the tapes of the well soaked diaper and carefully pulled the front away to reveal a very wet pup, indeed. Loupy shivered from the air-conditioning draft even as his ankles were nabbed and lifted off the soggy seat to be thrown away. He was expecting another diaper in short order, but daddy woof was the first to surprise him by tying up his legs vertically in the air in the new diaper receiving position to wipe down his bits and bum covered in a salty dew of multiple tinkles.
He found himself shivering and giggling as the wipes delicately massaged his nude sensitive area and anus with cold feathery flourishes. The only good thing was that he didn’t feel any aches from a rash, so the powder and thick padding had done their jobs very well. Even a little wet, it didn’t do much more that prune his uncovered skin a bit and dampen his fur. As Tene tossed the last of the wipes in the trash on top of the squishy mess of his old diaper, Loupy thought for sure that this was when he’d get his new nappy.
The assumption proved wrong as daddy smeared what looked like nursery jelly all over his shaft and knot, causing them to shimmer like they’d been coated in plastic. “Now that I got you there, let me see what Drake’s been raving about, eh?” Loupy’s tailhole puckered up appreciably to the statement as his body seemed to lock up in shamed shock. It’d been awhile since he’d taken a pounding from the albino lion, and he didn’t know if his rump had properly recovered from it or not. Once Tenebreas popped the cork by removing the now musky smelling plug and setting the warm thing atop his bellyfur for safekeeping, there was no going back as he prepared to do the dirty deed.
His blush deepened as he couldn’t see the invisible cock nudging around his rim like a hot drippy finger, but he could certainly feel as it went through its naughty slow courtship overtures as its intentional circling of his hole acted to both lube and loosen him up for what he knew to be something very knotty indeed! “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf, pupsqueak?” Tene chuckled as his wagging tail and hips continued to smear the oily jelly all over his tender black bud, Loupy shivering with tingles down his spine every time the hot dogmeat poked at his backdoor, but didn’t dare quite enter it yet.
Loupy shook his head, trying to be brave before the impending pounding even while the pointy tip made its twisting way between his rumpcheeks with so many hot squirts against the snug barrier. “Not you? Then I’ll hump, and I’ll pump, and I’ll dump my cum in!” He growled playfully with more wags even as he grunted and very gradually began to penetrate the delicate nervous nethers before his steamy tool, eliciting a shy gasp from the sissy pup even as inches of shaft slowly plunged into his welcoming throbbing depths. 
Although Loupy had never been taken in this position before, it was surprisingly fun and his relaxed acceptance of the impalement was probably what made it a whole lot easier to bear. Another shiver caressed his spine like a cold zap as he felt the wide knot nudging at his buttocks wanting to be let in. He didn’t want to accept the charges, of course, but every pound of those white fuzzy thighs weakened his resistance just a bit more, his puppy star widening out a teensy bit each time until he could feel that his hungry butt was nearly ready to swallow the whole knot. He was just barely squeezing his anus around the widest part of daddy’s hard tie, so with a few more humps, the wolf would be getting a bit more forceful and finally prod it on its way to the other side.
When it finally happened, it felt like a joint falling back into place as he heard a wet slurping pop even as his anus collapsed in around it and vacuumed it in with several suckles like it were a pacifier. Daddy had sissy Loup right where he wanted the pup, and he wasn’t inclined to let go even as his waist began to pump into the shy butt with energetic infectious enthusiasm. The wet slapping increased in intensity even as daddy gave the helpless bent up butt a good few gropes even while Loupy tried to yip eagerly into his gag like the servile little bitch he was. Tied so neatly, there was only about an inch of space between daddy’s sheathe and his knot, but it was enough clearance for a quick ramming with several high speed pistons of his hips like a dogdick choo choo train.  
Daddy didn’t seem like he was ready to tire anytime soon, but there wasn’t any way his oversensitive tip could outlast the bounds of his stamina, not with the loving embrace of the subby butt snugging up to it with affectionate clenches even as Tene’s tail began to rise like a flag to signal an impending release. His orgasm didn’t come heralded on the wings of trumpeting angels like a horsecock or elephant dick, but the humble spattering of his seed deep up Loupy’s bowels was nonetheless intimate and special in its own right. The pup gigglepurred into his gag even as he felt the warm seed mingling playfully with his innards like a hot spirit or enema flushed into him under low pressure.
Normally he’d be tied with another canid for a while like the bitch he was, but because of the loose elasticized nature of his ass, Tene decided to risk pulling free and popped his knot out with a loud wet obvious snap even as his sweet milky juices splattered free and oozed messily from his sore wrecked hole. As Loupy clenched, he could even feel a bit of an unusual gape even as his wrecked sissy hole struggled to pull itself back together like the deceptive inviting dick trap that it was. He made a shy indignant meep as his ruined butthole was once again plugged with the girthy pink toy, the wide flared sissy cork seating itself in easily from the wake of the previous activity.
Loupy clenched on this new foreign object with grudging acceptance like an old friend, knowing that he’d never be rid of the buttplug permanently and it’d only get removed anytime he needed an enema to clean out or a good thorough puppyfucking to satisfy some master or other at the zoo. Once filled by the familiar girth, daddy unrolled a new mammoth diaper before him like a sleeping bag for his bum, sliding the outspread disposable beneath his hanging rump while giving his tushy a playful pinch. Only after all that was Loupy’s legs allowed to come down once more and be greeted by the fleece-like embrace of the bulging cotton soaker material like so much soft flannel. It felt so good to be diapered that in the brief time he’d spent without a clean nappy, he’d nearly forgotten the exalted sensation. 
Princess puppy pampers got a good powdering, daddy doing a good job of massaging the talc into his fur and skin with silky cool touches like ghostly kisses. He shivered as the baby powder was rubbed into his delicate nethers, the refreshing chill marinating into his sensitive skin like melting snowflakes. When it was all over, it seemed as if the magical moment had ended too soon before he had the chance to truly enjoy it, the front of the diaper now being folded over and taped shut in a zigzag pattern to ensure each of the tabs were as snug as possible. After the change, the belt was unfastened from his middle so that Loupy could be left to crawl around on his own, the thick leg-spreading bulk of the diaper far too wide to allow any sort of big pup movement like a sissy in panties might be able to make.
So trapped, all he could do was crawl across the cold tiled floor and go see what the sissy donkey was up to. Cupcake was still enjoying her own soggy pampers, it seemed, and aside from the noticeable bulge in the back from the horse dildo, she was leaking splatters of stale musky cum every which way she happened to crawl. She was adorably pathetic and certainly in need of a change in a certain sissy pup’s opinion, but Loupy had a feeling that Tenebreas was in no hurry to change out her padding and wanted his sissy pink pet to suffer in her cum-filled prison, even as she desperately tried to hump on various random furniture to get the dildo to fuck herself.
Daddy had recovered from his spent lust after some time, watching the sissies crawl around with interest while grinning amidst friendly tailwags. Loupy meeped as a shadow passed over him, but almost flooded his new diaper in relief just as the phantom passed him over and went for the donkeybutt, instead. “Hey, Cumcakes. Whatcha got there? Do you want dada to help with your naughty urges?” The sissy donk could only bray at him shyly, wagging her crinkly butt about to call attention to the problem in the rear. Tenebrea took notice of the bulge in her diaper seat and chuckled. “I guess I could spank the naughtyness out of you. Who knows, you might even make milkies from it.” At first, the mention of spanking brought a nervous fearful hanging of the head and a submissive stance from within the stiff bondage costume, and then she remembered the mischievous diaper ghosts from the night before and understood what he meant.
Loupy had a fun time skidding his crinklebutt along the tiles, pulling himself along like he had worms when he was really trying to get the buttplug to rub against that one special spot inside him. Because of her previous history, daddy woof had to sneakily creep towards the ponybutt and nab her before she was any the wiser, catching her by the tail and dragging the sissy over to a convenient adjustable office chair. “How many spanks does it take to get to the center of a sissy pop?” He woofed teasingly, planting the sissy mare across his lap and holding her thick donkey tail to the side with one paw while using the other to rub and molest her crinkly mattress butt.
Since she was so thickly diapered, the wolf didn’t see the need to moderate the force of his swats, going at it full force to drive the horsecock up her sopping wet ponut with devastating breeding force that left the coy mare quaking with need and wanting release. Each time it was slammed in, the dildo then slipped back out, only for the pillow between her legs to catch it from leaving any further, and then another swat for the process to repeat again. Loupy suspected that had the length of the strokes varied any more, it would probably almost feel like being fucked by a real horse, which the Saint Fur seemed to have in abundance, or so it appeared on the days when he was taken by another fur in a costume.
She gasped and grunted in her gag appreciably well to the special abuse, sounding as much like a donkey as a piggy. It was quite adorable and raunchy to hear even as the wolf listened in on the lewd sloppy noises coming from her crinkletush from each whack. It didn’t take very long for daddy to have his sissy donkey sobbing and cumming at the same time from the naughty release being offered up into her prissy princess pampers like a slut. Daddy, observant as ever, stopped his sexy punishment when her body trembled from the powerful orgasm and he could smell her sweet seed wafting through the air like sissy perfume, giving his spent donkey a pat on the head and putting her back in her own crib for a job well done. Cupcake certainly looked as though she needed a nap after that, her body and ass now getting the full rest they needed. 
While the sissy donk was tucked in and given a giant pink unicorn plushy to snuggle up against, Tene favored the lioness with a thoughtful eye. “Do you wanna come sit up on daddy’s lap? Maybe I’ll tell you a story and do other naughty things.” The promise of being played with got Loupy’s confidence immediately, as he’d been on the edge since waking and badly wanted to release the demon pent up in his loins. Maybe he’d cum, and maybe not, but at least the opportunity for something to happen was there.
The wolf pup in the golden-furred costume scampered over, trying to crawl up daddy’s lap but unable to get too far due to the bulky thick diaper between his legs. Tenebrea had to reach out his paws and grab Loupy into a warm naked cuddle, his white fur very musky and welcoming. Tene bounced the sissy diapered lion on his knee, hitting the buttplug at just the right angle to grind it against Loupy’s prostate every time. And while daddy was busy crinklefucking Loupy on his knee, he stroked his fuzzy chin thoughtfully as he tried to think of a story to tell them. 
This went on for several minutes, the frantic bouncing leg not losing any tempo or stamina as Loupy clutched himself against daddy woof’s shiny chestfur for what felt like an inevitable orgasm from anal. He should’ve been more sensitive down there for this to happen much sooner, but the fact that it was well on its way was encouraging, enough. While he rode and crinkle-bounced his way to ecstasy, daddy barked in an exhalation of triumph as he finally thought of an appropriate story to tell the two feminized babied butts.
First he gave Loupy several pats and rubs around the head, his sheathe a hard lump rubbing against the pup’s crinkletush. “Once upon a time, there lived three little sissy wolves. One wore panties, another wore a diaper, and the last wore a locking stainless steel bikini.” Loupy almost scoffed at the last, finding metal underwear impractical for the male anatomy, as dongles and balls always had a tendency to want to shift around to find comfort. Despite his objection, the story went on, even as he quickly approached his orgasm and tried to hasten it by tightening up his pelvic muscles to focus the sensations down to his clittycock. 
Daddy woof gave him a friendly lick and continued with his creative narration. “The wolf in the metal bikini was the practical one, and he warned his friends that they might want to protect their anal virginity with something a bit more substantial, for there was a rapey predatory stallion on the loose somewhere, and he did not play nice.” The pup couldn’t help but giggle at the imagery that gave him, of a feral horse trying to trot and run after a slut to hump them while desperately trying not to clumsily trip over his erection. Well, a horse with such a weapon might not be able to breed any reluctant mares, but he could still easily outrun any wolves that happened to get on the wrong end of his swinging loin club.
Just before Tene managed to start up the story again, the sissy wolf whined out and shook in daddy’s lap, splattering his pitiful helping of seed all over the front of his diaper and making quite a slimy warm mess, there. Daddy woof noticed, but went on with the knee horsey while the story went on. “First, the horny stallion saw the sissy in panties, and with little trouble, he ripped them off and left the wolf nude and ready for pounding. After several minutes of pounding, the wolf lay there exhausted with a sore ass full of seed, but the horse wasn’t satisfied,” it was then that daddy stopped the story abruptly to look at his two little sissy ones and notice that they were both well asleep, chuckling to himself with a shrug as he put the snoozing pup to bed. “I guess you silly sissies will just have to hear the rest, later.” He kissed each on the head while leaning into their cribs and went to go help the other furs in taking the tents down until next year.