Alex woke from the comfortable doze he’d been drifting in and out from, seeming to stretch on forever. Almost on autopilot as he went through the motions of waking up. Arms extended to the limit, back arching and relaxing, legs spread and… entirely failing to close again. His yawn similarly didn’t actually work right with a mouth full of and strapped around a pacifier. Those two facts dragged him back to full wakefulness very quickly. The kitten looked around the room, still definitely leashed up in the mystery husky’s office, but alone for now it seemed. Alone save for the piles of toys. A block tower, a pile of dolls propped up around a tiny table, a small collection of plushies he was slightly embarrassed to realize a good chunk of were poured over where he’d been napping. His playpen was warm, welcoming, and it looked very much played in. When he tried to think back he couldn’t remember anything past being presented to the husky and put down for his nap, no… that wasn’t right. Something about that thought jarred in his head, but how else would he refer to Daddy helping him relax?

The cheetah shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs, and once more turned his attention to the playpen. Given the fading light from the study’s skylight and the fact the diapers he saw when he looked down through his plastic pants, still locked of course, weren’t the ones he remembered, Alex was pretty sure that quite a bit of time had passed that he had absolutely no memory of beyond a vague warm blur. Some of the toys even looked familiar he realized with a low whine heavily muffled by his leather muzzle. He pressed his mitted paws to his crotch, testing the bulk there. There was only a hint of squish to it, though he realized he couldn’t really tell if that meant he was mostly dry or that there was just too much in the way. He’d been changed, which meant he couldn’t use his increasingly tenuous grasp on his bladder training to judge how much time had passed.

Alex wobbled his way up onto his knees so he could crawl to the edge of his playpen, one of the plastic looking walls close enough that he could try to climb it. It took him more than a few attempts to get any kind of leverage, his mitts were too solid to wrap around anything, and his spread legs made balance a constant challenge. The high, chunky bars were a nightmare to get any sort of grip on, but it was that or surrender to his playpen and this was the first time he’d been left alone since this had all begun. He strained, wrapped the crossbar in a tight hug and wriggled and shuffled his way upwards until he’d managed to haul enough of himself past the tipping point and drop his legs down the other side to freedom.

Only, the rest of him entirely failed to drop. Stuck with the side of the crib wedged against his stomach since he’d reached the limit of what his leash would allow, his torso harness holding him in place. He kicked his legs helplessly in the air, but they weren’t long enough to reach the floor like this. He tried to pull himself back forward but there was nothing he could properly grip onto either. He was trapped like that. Diapered rear pushed out and up, sulking as he could neither escape nor return to the crib and deny his get away attempt ever happened.

Which was exactly how Damian found him perhaps ten minutes later. “You know Kitten, you’d have thought I’d have learned from Oliver that cats are natural born climbers if you don’t keep an eye on them, and yet here I find you. At least you didn’t actually get out. Then I’d have to punish you.” He sauntered over, clearly in no hurry at all leaving the cheetah squirming before the husky’s hand made soft contact with his rear. “Though you’re in pretty perfect position for a spanking. What do you think baby girl, do you think I should let you off? No?”

Not that Alex could plead his case, thoroughly gagged by his pacifier. The cheetah most definitely whined and whimpered though, to the very best of his ability. He should have known better than to disobey Daddy by trying to get out of his pen. He just wasn’t entirely sure at what point it had changed from a playpen to his playpen. The kitten’s musings were cut short as the tautness of his leash vanished, unclipped and hauled up into the husky’s grip a moment later. Carted the short distance over to the husky’s desk where Damian settled comfortably into his chair and turned Alex in his lap to face him. The natural splay his bulky pampers forced on the cat at all times most certainly helped in straddling the canine, and the constant pillow under his rear made the man’s lap a rather comfortable seat. Just one that he couldn’t really avoid, looking at the figure who sent him feeling fluttery.

“You were playing so nicely earlier,” Damian sighed, one arm tucked supportively behind the cheetah’s back while he took a soft grip of the boy’s muzzle to keep him staring forward and up into the husky’s eyes. “But that’s fine, you’re going to take a lot to get to relax properly. What’s more important is helping you with tonight. Now I want you to focus on Daddy’s voice, just let everything else fade away for now. It’s just not as important. All you have to do for me is listen and breathe kitten. Nice deep breaths in… and out… That’s a good girl. You’re safe and cozy with Daddy for a little Story Time.”

Alex was nervous, and yet he found that increasingly hard to hold onto as the husky held and soothed him. It was, he had to admit, nice to just listen to Daddy for a while. There was something wonderfully familiar about the whole experience. Drinking in those perfect emerald eyes in front of him, breathing slow and relaxed with the practice as if he’d done this dozens of times before. He certainly felt like he might have, even the words story time seemed to send a warm tingle through every part of his body. If it weren’t for the husky’s grip holding him upright he might have slumped there and then. Daddy was repeating things, but he just couldn’t seem to focus on what they might be. Simple repetitions definitely. Guiding him through his breathing, helping ease every last tension or doubt from his body.

“Such a good girl. The world’s so much nicer, so much better when you behave for Daddy. Every time you try to fight something goes wrong for you, you already know that. So why would you ever want to try to? You’d just end up cold and upset, when instead you could be a good girl and feel that warm comfort and humiliation you love. That you crave.” Something about all that didn’t feel quite right, but Alex just couldn’t figure out what it could be. The way he was treated had him straining in his cage, he felt right when in Daddy’s lap. The way the husky treated him made him feel so very weak, vulnerable… owned. 

As if the husky could read the Kitten’s mind he continued, “You love being Daddy’s sissy little babygirl, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Even when other people see you, tease you, it’s just reinforcing what you already know you are. What you need. So wouldn’t it be nice to show off a little?” Wouldn’t it? He’d loved doing things like this with… before he’d met Daddy. Yet the most he’d ever dared past the privacy of his own space was heading out to the store with his diaper hidden under jeans and the biggest hoodie he owned. “Wouldn’t it be fun to embrace what you love, safe in Daddy’s home with his friends? Of course it would, Daddy said so and Daddy knows best.

Daddy always knew best. Whenever thinking got too hard all he had to do was remember that. There was something wonderfully freeing in the idea Alex realized was already seared into his head. If the dominant canine made up his mind on something that was just how it was going to be. “So you’re going to have fun at the party,” Damian affirmed. “Repeat it with me babygirl, Daddy knows best.” Alex’s attempt was too muffled to really be understood, but the husky seemed pleased all the same.

“And remember babygirl, if those big girl thoughts and worries start to get too much you’re always safe with me. All you need to do is come back to Daddy and I’ll chase away all the bad. You’re always safe with me, no matter how fussy you get.” Alex pouted in his dazed state, the barest hint of protest forming in his mind before he was once more reminded that Daddy knows best. Repeating his mantra over and over at the husky’s suggestion while Damian turned him to rest back against the canine and finished off his paperwork with a drooly kitten in his lap.

It took Alex most of the walk down to the ballroom, clinging tightly to Daddy’s arm the entire way, for him to wake up from his relaxed haze. Walking one unsteady, wobbling step at a time with the husky’s help, and needing to be carried down stairways for safety. As they passed by a painting of a sunset over some forest full of what the cat’s brain labeled as ‘lots of pretty colors’ Alex realized with a start that the husky had been talking to him for a little while, he just hadn’t tuned in.

“-Should be a whole lot of little crinklebutts like you baby girl, so you’re going to be spoiled for playmates once you’re actually allowed off on your own. I’m not sure you’re big enough for that yet. I’ll be showing you off to my friends of course, and I’m sure you’re going to be on your best behaviour. If in doubt, assume anyone not dressed as adorably as you is a grownup and treat them with respect. You’re going to do fine, just remember what I told you.” 

Damian paused the pair, just shy of a grand set of doors held wide open with the obvious sounds of chatter and activity beyond them. “And here we are at the party, your party.” He stressed with grin. “So hold on to Daddy’s hand and let’s go meet all the people here to see you.”

Alex gawked at all of the partygoers as he was led out into the ballroom itself. Furs of all colors and sizes spread out talking, dancing, playing with each other, with a few even openly having sex. The poor kitten couldn’t really believe what he was seeing as he looked all around the room. A little like his greatest kink dreams and worst nightmares coming true at the same time.

Even a first glance he could tell there seemed to be three main areas of the party, each with its own distinct visual style and theme. The one that stood out most immediately to him was the closest third of the room, freshly redecorated in a bright smears of various pastel colors, almost mimicking what one would expect from a daycare, and its inhabitants’ outfits seemed very much matched to that theme. A large portion of the ‘little’ contingent of the space were in pretty party dresses that left their diapers on full display. The few furs allowed out of their girly treatment were still dressed similarly to younger children; overalls, shorter shirts that showed off almost all of their crinkly padding. only the tapes just barely being covered. One fox even was in nothing but a t-shirt with his diapers exposed, currently in mid check by a rather maternal looking german shepherdess that was cooing reassurances to him. Cotton, denim and silks were everywhere Alex looked, with some of the section’s guests even dressed in outfits with the obvious shine and smoothness that must have been rubber.

Not all of the party goers seemed to be here entirely of their own free will though, it seemed. Off to the side perched on one of a small cluster of cozy seating, the little kitten could see a female sheep holding female griffin in her lap. Though holding may have been too light a term, given that he could see that she was actually strapped down and half leashed to the chair itself. Her black wings with their white speckles were held folded behind her by padded compartments loosely attached to the straitjacket around the rest of her, holding her nice and snug. Like Alex, her beak too was currently gagged and secured firmly around a pacifier, and her cheeks were a nice rosy pink that only built further as the sheep cooed teasing to her and rubbed her cheeks into a fluffed up mess.

His ears could just pick up their exchange, the sheep’s words actually having a slight almost echoing effect that caught his attention the way Daddy’s seemed to. The kitten felt strange as he heard them, almost like it added to the fuzzy feeling he already had, but unlike before this one seemed to fade away the less he paid attention to them. As if sensing his curiosity the husky steered the pair over to where the sheep was sat, leaving Alex practically tripping over someone’s toy cars with a well muffled apology. The canine stopped them a short way away with a wave to the sheep who gave a small nod back, acknowledging each other without disrupting the scene before them.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you enjoy being a good little girl for Momma Lamb Pin? Cause she certainly enjoys you.” The sheep grinned and smooched the poor girl on the cheek, then reached a paw down to rub lightly over the front of the griffin’s crinkly diaper. Bright white and patterned in black spirals, the bulky padding almost mimicked the inverse of the griffin’s own feather patterns.

The griffiness slowly shook her head at the sheep’s prodding, pulling away only to reach the limits of her restraints as the straps from her jacket recoiled and bounced her right back up into the maternal sheep’s lap. The sheep who grinned and cooed as if the attempt was just too adorable, then reached her paw up from her padding and cupped her chin, holding her gaze to her own. Alex could see what seemed almost like a twinkling come from them for a moment before the griffin was suddenly much more still and peaceful. Which earned her another round of rubs and even a head ruffling from the sheep. “That’s much better. Nothing worse than a fussy baby, eh, Damian?”

The sheep had apparently took proper notice of the pair watching in on their goings on, chuckling to herself as she turned to Alex and gave him a little wink, her eyes almost glowing spirals until he blinked and they had simply returned to a rather normal shade of bright green. Much to the amusement of the husky who briefly had to provide a lot more support to Alex.

“Nothing worse, but a few encouraging words, some close time together and if all else fails the right restraints tend to do the tricks.” Damian replied with a smile. “Like this adorable little kitten. She behaves well enough, but has a bad tendency to say all sorts of silly ideas, so I’ve got to keep her muzzled. Now then Kitten; the grownups have to talk about some complicated things you won’t understand, so you be a good girl and find somewhere to play, and Daddy will come collect you in a couple of minutes.” 

The sheep gave Alex a wave while he was set onto all fours, then lifted up the wing of the griffin and gave it a little wave towards him as well. “Say bye bye sweetie.” The griffin slowly turned her head, a line of drool now leaking out from behind her pacifier, and the slightest of smiles showed behind it with happy, glazed eyes. “Bye...Bye.” she gurgled, turning back to the sheep and nuzzling now fully willingly into her soft wool chest and shifting on her lap in the process. To the kitten’s surprise though he could hear some crinkling coming from somewhere he didn’t expect, from the sheep herself as he crawled off.

Alex couldn’t have asked about that even if he’d wanted to, so instead he took the closest thing he’d had to freedom he’d had in a while to crawl to somewhere relatively quiet he could watch the rest of the party from. Now that he had a better chance to inspect what he was now mentally labelling as the soft section of the party he was almost surprised by how oddly fun it looked. All around him various happy pacifier filled faces played together or relaxed in cuddle piles while their caretakers either looked happily onwards, or in a few cases were slightly embarrassed about the actions and states of their charges.

Alex had settled next to an oversized chest full of dolls that clearly was much less interesting for the guests than playing with each other, wedged next to a set of stacked extra chairs there was an almost private alcove for him to watch in relative safety. Except, he realized from the sound of voices behind him he wasn’t the only one taking advantage of the spot being out of direct sight. As stealthily as the cheetah could manage when his rear crinkled up a storm at the slightest movement, he peered around behind the chairs.

Sitting on his knees on the ground was a rather confused looking deer, naked save for a diaper and a bandana around his neck, presently perched above a purple and black dragon that didn’t currently have the luxury of actually being clothed. He was laid naked on his back, legs spread apart in what couldn’t be seen as anything else but a classic diaper changing position, just lacking the diaper under him.

That was currently in the paws of the deer, unfolded and held before him as he looked over its surface, including it’s hole in the seat meant for tails to go through, and then back down at the dragon. He raised a questioning brow as he looked over the others anatomy, namily the white webbing that ran from his legs to the tip of his tail. “Er, how do you...wear pants?” the deer asked, clearly nervous and wanting to remain in his padded caretaker role, but just a little out of his depth.

The dragon nervously fluttered his white wings in and out, showing off the purple on their reverse side for a moment as a small tinge of pink began to spread across his snout. Carefully he reached out and took hold of the deer’s wrist, pulling it towards him, “Wait what are you-” the deer didn’t time to finish, the dragon having already pulled his paw towards his thigh, right up against the white webbing, but by surprise it looked to go straight through it. The deer could even feel the plush padding of the foam squared ground underneath. “Oh….I see. Well, I suppose this shouldn’t be too hard after all then, huh?”

The deer smiled nervously, slowly pulling his hand back and rubbing at the back of his head as he laid down the crinkly diaper and smoothed it out on the floor, then turned slightly to grab the dragon by his ankles. There was some hesitation there, wondering if he would actually be able to touch the dragon without phasing through. He was surprised to find purchase enough to lift him and slide the crinkly diaper underneath, being similar to the one that he himself wore around his waist. Cushiony and soft, baby blue in shade and covered in little clouds, though he had gone a few sizes up for the larger lizard.

The dragon gave a nervous rumble as the crinkly thing was slid under him, but he allowed it to happen. His wings still slowly fluttering behind him in the process. His talons kneaded at the plush flooring, touching the wood that laid beneath, though they didn’t stay there for long as the deer pulled them up and waved his finger at him. That wasn’t all however, as the padded caretaker had since taken out a stuffed bear and pushed it into the overgrown hatchling’s arms, and added a pacifier to match his blue padding for good measure.

With a little nod and a rub to the dragon’s tummy, the deer smiled and made sure the dragon was good and calm before he chuckled. “See, isn’t that much better. Now, how bout we make sure the hatchling is good and protected, then find you somewhere to play huh?”

Realizing he was about to be caught watching the pair, Alex quickly turned tail with red cheeks and crawled off at some speed towards the general excitement of the rest of the party. He headed straight for the main play area, a massively scaled up version of the car and city playmat he realized he (and almost everyone else seemed to) had as a kid. Waiting for him there were various adult cubs and pups at play with all kinds of toys; dolls, blocks, of course toy cars and some were even dipping their paws into giant bowls of different colors, only to splat the contents all over rolled out paper across the floor. He was only a few meters off when a familiar pair of legs blocked his path.

“Too nervous to make new friends while solo huh Kitten?” The husky teased, hauling Alex to his feet by a grip on both of his mitted paws before starting to lead him not to the toys and games in front of him, but out of the soft play area entirely. Much to Alex’s confusion. He’d been starting to think it actually looked like lots of fun. So why wasn’t Daddy stopping so he could join in and play?

The sissy kitten dug his heels in and stopped in place for a moment, making Damian pause as he felt the tug and look down questioningly at his new little girl. “What’s wrong, sweetie. Did you think you were going to get to play party games all night with all the nice babies?” He reached down and scritched under Alex’s chin, claws slightly extended to really get in there. “Maybe next time, but for now you’re going to play a game with all of Daddy’s friends, and we can only play that kind over there.”

Daddy’s finger extended and he pointed to the other side of the ballroom, where Alex could see cubs and pups similar to this side but they looked to be enjoying themselves in very, very different situations to those he’d seen so far. There were still plenty of bright colours and exaggeratedly childish outfits on display, but now they were paired with polished metal and sturdy leather. Here the other little party goers were dressed more like Alex, with cuffs and harnesses and stricter things on full display holding them in their adorable outfits. Like the pair of canines trying to build a block tower together in braces to hold them on hands and knees and almost comically thick mittens. Each dressed in matching brother and sister shortalls, though even at a glance they were clearly unrelated. Or the rather effeminate looking bear being bounced on his carer’s knee. Posed more like a teddy bear in an adorable lion themed kigu with unusually short limbs, open at the front to show off the black leather bitchsuit he’d been slipped into underneath. 

It wasn’t just the guests dressed to that theme, the general decor had taken a far more adult twist. Rocking horses with obvious wrist and ankle restraints, caretaker’s chatting around a table with snacks, doting over their charges locked into strict high chairs, baby bouncers with incredibly flustered occupants. Even the general play area was fenced off by the bars of a playpen, waist high and inescapable for most of its more bound occupants. 

“Now Daddy’s got to go prepare a very special surprise for his pretty little kitten’s big night, but I definitely can’t leave you alone to wander here. So I think you should get to enjoy playing with some of the toys here.” Damian explained, leading Alex straight to one of the unoccupied bouncers.

Up close Alex got a much better view of just of secure it would be. Daddy slid him down into a solid leather harness, his legs straddling a broad section that would have forced splay on him if his existing gear didn’t already ensure that. It did however apply a lot of pressure to his diaper with even the slightest struggling, and not in a bad way. Alex’s mitts were guided up to loosely grip onto the straps dangling the bouncer from its frame then clipped in place, a second set of straps secured around his wrists to remove any hope he had of moving his hands. The waist harness itself tightened with a series of straps and buckles till it was a comfortable squeeze, and with a few ratchets of the frame’s height the kitten’s feet couldn’t reach the floor no matter how hard he tried. 

Very quickly he realized that all struggling did was send him bouncing up and down in his restraints, and that doing so felt kind of good though with such a loud crinkling from his pampers he was sure people half the room away could hear him. He whined into his pacifier, trying to reach for the canine and failing to do anything but jingle his restraints. The cage tucked snugly away in his diaper was suddenly feeling much too restrictive, and that fact cranked up his blush another shade of red.

Damian for his own part was clearly loving the show. The canine planted a soft little smooch on his kitten’s cheek before stretching the dangling cords to send him bouncing and shaking. “There we go, that should keep you busy enough while Daddy’s away. I won’t be too long, and behave while I’m not here. I’ll know if you don’t.” He grinned, that possessive, predatory grin, and stalked off with a wave behind him.

Alex felt his ears folding backwards as he watched the husky walking away from him, for some reason that emotion impacting him a lot more than he had first expected it to. He could actually feel tears welling up in his eyes before he caught himself; sniffling to chase the thoughts away, as well as turning his head to wipe his eyes off on the back of his mitted paw.

 “Aww, what’s the matter, sweetie. Don’t you like the fun bouncy toy?” Alex turned his head in the direction of the voice, a look of surprise spreading across his features which were met with a hand cupping and gently stroking his cheek with a thumb. Alex had to slowly lift his head in order to see the source of the large hand, stopping just at chest level to look over the broad, exposed thing. It was trapped between what seemed like two thin pieces of of leather, until the kitten realized that it was just a very, very snug fitting vest that could barely contain the large specimen within it.

A soft, rumbling chuckle sounded out at the cheetah’s action, the massive draft horse whom’s body that was being stared at ruffled Alex’s hair afterwards. “See something you like, kitten?” The hand on the back of his head gently slid from the top to the back, not taking hold but merely pressing the kitten’s head back down, namely in the direction of the horse’s crotch until it was being stared at instead. “How about now?...I’m sure I can think of a much better thing for you to bounce on then this thing.” He grinned as he gripped onto the strap of the bouncer, tugging down and sending Alex recoiling up and down, before the kitten started to wonder if all of the ‘adults’ at this party had that predatory smirk to all of their smiles, when his thoughts were suddenly broken by the horse suddenly letting go. 

“You’re a cute little thing. I can see why Damien is so infatuated with you. I would of scooped you up myself if I knew a little thing like you was out in the wild. He always did have the best luck. Maybe he’ll let me sit sometime,” The horse once more cupped Alex’s chin as he gave him that devilish grin, running his thumb over the edge of it. “Would you like that, kitten. Some nice private time with Uncle?”

“You always were rather forward, weren’t you Eddy?” A soft, sultry voice came from behind the rather large draft horse, Alex trying to look around the larger male to see what was going on. He didn’t have to wait long as a soft, grey and spotted fur hand came around the horse’s chest, brushing down over it with only fingertips all the down to his stomach before pressing off of it, using the momentum for it’s owner to come out from behind.

Alex was almost awestruck at what he saw, a snow leopard dressed in almost skintight leather slowly made her presence known. She smirked as she stood before the horse and the sissy kitten, carefully flicking that massive tail of hers around behind her in the process. Her long hair, based in white and fading into a soft lavender flowed down to her shoulders and across her face before she tossed it back, showing that she too had that smirk that Alex was becoming all too familiar with.

The draft horse didn’t seem to be near as impressed with her entrance as Alex did, his arms crossing and the smirk fading as he spoke. “At least I don’t tease them into oblivion the way you do, Rose,” he then leaned down and started whispering into the kitten's ear. “Be careful with this one..She lives up to her name. Gorgeous to behold, but will stab you with thorns if you’re not careful.”

Alex couldn’t deny at least the first part, she was absolutely stunning and he couldn’t help but focus on her, even when the horse was talking to him. The leopardess grinned and and bent over, hands on her knees for a moment before one reached out and she tickled his chin with the tips of her fingers. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous of anyone that takes my attention away from him…” she trailed off, leaving the cheetah to look into those soft purple eyes of hers, almost lost in them before a chuckle brought him back to earth.

“Eddy is right, though. I can definitely tell why Damien took a liking to you. Wonder if I can steal you from him..I’m sure you would much rather come spend time with Mommy though, isn’t that right,” she looked him directly in the eyes for a few moments, this time Alex could almost swear that they glowed much like the sheep he encountered earlier, a feeling of weightlessness enveloped him. He could see himself getting lost in those eyes forever, surrounded by light purple light all over his body when he suddenly was sent into into pitch darkness. His whole body reverberating from the sudden bouncing that the draft horse had caused with a yanking of one of the elastic bands.

Alex let out a small groan as he came back to reality, moving to hold his head with one of his paws but the remembrance of his current situation reminding him that was a little difficult to do at the moment. Instead he simply partially splayed his ears and shook his head to clear the haze away, his blurred vision showing what seemed to be the leopardess looking towards the horse, slightly annoyed while the horse stated the obvious. To them, anyways. “Do you really want to try and steal from the-Ow!” The horse suddenly cut off as Rose elbowed him in the stomach.

The leopardess looked even more annoyed than before, her eyes shining with the an obvious look of ‘are you stupid?’ before she spoke “Shh! You know were not supposed to talk about that around the babies,” She slowly stood back up to full, brushing off imaginary dust from her leather covered chest before she put on her best nonchalant expression. “You know what’ll happen if we expose that, and unless you enjoy the feeling of diaper rash…” She stated with obvious intention of what would happen, that seeming to affect the draft horse as he sighed and slowly shook his head. “No..No you’re right. We better both get out of here, before we let something slip.”

The horse reached a large hand down and ruffled Alex’s hair, “See you later, sweety..You bet your crinkly rear that I’m buying a ticket.” He grinned as he walked off, leaving the kitten alone with the leopardess for the first time. She had turned to watch him walk off, chuckling once more as her tail flicked once behind her. “To think there was a time where he would of been crawling off instead..” She seemed to be talking to herself, before her attention was turned to the cheetah once more. She again resumed the position of bent over, looking him right in the eyes. “He’s not the only one that will be buying a ticket though, pretty kitten...And you better believe Mommy has ways of making sure she wins. Just you wait.” She giggled and it seemed to echo into the kitten’s ear and out the other, winking at him before she too walked off, leaving Alex with the view of her curved form from behind.

“Wow. You got Mommy Rose’s attention? Lucky!” Alex quickly turned around, nearly met with a face full of bright white fur. He slowly looked up and was met with the sight of Candi looking down at him, though unlike everyone else he had seen here, he didn’t seem to have that smirk. The vixen instead was simply looking rather jealous, dressed in nothing but a tight fitting pink latex midriff and matching booty shorts that were barely containing the fox’s diapers, clearly looking to be ogled at “It took me so many times to even get her to pet me, you lucky little girl...you’re gonna have so much fun. I wonder what she’ll do to you. I’ve heard so many stories!”

The fox backed up a few steps, allowing the kitten to see more then white and pink as he rocked back and forth on his feet, hands behind his back and not minding the obvious crinkling that the tight fitting thing around his waist echoed. “You have to put in a good word for me with her, cause I’m the best big sister. Obviously.” Alex suddenly started looking dead forwards, almost through the fox which seemed to annoy the girly vulpine before he realized why. He looked down, his shadow overtaken by a much larger form that towered over his own. A simple word enough to make them both splay their ears and shrink down in place.

“Obviously.” rang out the voice, powerful, but affectionate. A chuckle hidden behind them as both shadows moved when the larger groped the fox’s crinkly rear, leading to him squirming and moaning like the slut he was dressed as  before another massive arm came around and wrapped around his white chest. “It’s rude to tease your baby sister. Or do you need to fill that role for a while. Too little to play with Daddy, of course.”

Standing behind the fox, now dressed in a similar leather vest as the horse earlier, albeit a much more fitting one was Damien. He held the fox tightly as he fondled his rear and up between his padded legs at what he could already tell was a stiffening length, making the large husky chuckle and grip it through it’s crinkly bondage. “This tells me otherwise.” He then carefully let go and gave the fox a slightly harsh slap on his padded ass, crossing his arms but grinning afterwards.”Now, run along, so I can get the baby ready for her big debut.”

Alex whimpered nervously as he watched Candi skittishly and quickly waddle off away from the pair of them, his ears pinned back in full submissive fashion and a large bulge in the front of his diaper, no doubt from his previous treatment. Damien chuckled once more and simply shook his head as he approached the dangling sissy kitten, gripping onto one of the elastic bands and giving it a little tug before he bent over, hands on knees as he looked into Alex’s eyes.

“Well, hello again sweetie. Looks like everyone is enjoying you just as much as I planned-” He chuckled once more, putting on that devilish grin that seemed to fit his face so well. “but I’m sure that you’d like to do a little more then bounce here, of course. Well, lucky little girl, your Daddy is here to rescue you from your bouncy bondage. The party’s ready for it’s guest of honor.”

Alex tilted his head curiously at what Damien meant by that, figuring the party was already in full swing, based on all of the fun that was presently going on all around them. The husky caught the wandering eyes though and placed his hand on the kitten’s head, ruffling his pretty new hair, before turning his head up to look at the big husky. “That’s just the bigger party, for all my guests and such..You, my pretty kitten, have a private party to come attend.”

He carefully reached up and undid the straps holding the sissy’s hands in place, leading to them simply falling down at Alex’s sides, asleep but not numb for the moment as the blood started to flow downwards, instead of upwards as it had been for the last  while. He wiggled his fingers a little, trying to quickly find feeling back in them, but given the tight leather mitts this was easier said than done.

Damien finished releasing the kitten from his confines rather quickly, easily tugging him up out of the bouncy seat once his wrist were fully released. He hefted Alex up underneath his diapered rear and then pat it with the tips of his fingers. “Hm, still dry, eh? Guess we can just take you directly to your adoring public.” He chuckled and held the kitten against his hip, from the underneath of his rear of course as they started walking through the crowd of people, towards a set of double doors which the cheetah hadn’t noticed earlier.

The sissy kitten found himself quite literally the center of attention as everyone parted to either side of the husky as they walked through them all, stopping what they were doing to coo and wave to Alex, others giving that grin he expected and hefting bulges in his direction, only to stop when he noticed Damien look towards them. That immediately made them stop, and, to Alex’s surprise, drop to their knees and lower their head. This got another chuckle out of the husky, continuing his journey without stopping or hesitation.

When they reached the big doors, Damien easily reached out while still supporting the kitten and yanked one open with a single hand, giving way to how heavy it was as the massive thing groaned and creaked open. The interior seemed dark at first, but when they walked inside he could tell it was just a long hallway, light peeking out at the end and growing as they got closer and closer towards it.

When they finally reached its source, Alex had to reach a paw up and block the bright light from blinding him, his vision blurred and coated in colored circles for a couple of moments as he adjusted from the dark hallway. What he saw made him widen his eyes as large as dinner plates: A little over a dozen people, all sitting in chairs in front of a large stage with a podium, a pole similar to the one he was tied to right in the center of it.

Walking up the small set of steps up onto the stage, Alex lowered his ears as he saw that every eye in the audience was on the pair of them, each step followed closely and without fault almost as if hypnotized and watching a dangling coin. Damien seemed to pay them no mind however as he carefully set the kitten down onto his thickly padded room in front of the large pole. Feeling the leash attached to his harness once more wrapped and tied snuggly to it, the husky gently booping his nose before he walked over to the podium, turning back towards the kitten for only a moment before two giant spotlights came down and shone on either side of him, then the husky winked. 

“Showtime, Baby girl.”