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Chapter 3: Building a Fantasy

The next two weeks were a blur in Pop's mind, as he found himself running from hardware store to hardware store getting all the building materials that he needed together.

When he was not at work or sawing wood, he was shopping online to make sure he would have all the supplies for his overgrown charge.

He had already chosen to use their guest room for the nursery, as they usually only got one or two uses out of it per year anyway.

Pop's furniture list included: a crib with bars that went all the way up to the ceiling, in addition to having a mattress with segufix installed on it: a locking high chair with buckles for his pup's ankles, wrists, and neck, as well as a central five-point harness; a large playpen with a locking door, big enough to make even the pup look small; a changing table with a vast array of drawers, shelves, and an intimidating amount of restraints on top; and lastly a rocking horse with similar amounts of restraints.

Besides that, he was planning on repainting the room, adding a toy chest, diaper pail, rocking chair, and perhaps one or two other additions if the right idea struck him.

Thankfully, Pop had done quite well in his woodworking class back in college and found himself to be progressing much quicker than he thought.

The garage, of course, was off limits to Muarauder as Pop worked. He didn't want the surprise to be spoiled, after all.

Muarauder found himself almost unable to wait through the two weeks, as his ears perked up every time he heard any noise coming from his boyfriend's makeshift workshop.

He had allowed himself only one bit of peeking at what the African dog had in store, and he managed to sneak on his laptop before the display had automatically shut off.

Browsing through his internet search history, he felt his stomach twisting in knots as he perused through the display.

Pop had ordered an almost absurd amount of pink diapers. Muarauder realized that they would most likely last him through the year, even with multiple changes a day.

In addition to crinkly underpants, he had ordered a collection of baby onesies, dresses, sleepers, rompers, plastic pants, pacifiers, stuffed animals, mittens, booties, bibs, and several spreaders and segufix buckles.

Muarauder felt himself growing more and more turned on, and before he had even taken a look at the other half of the internet history he decided to shut the laptop.

I guess he's really doing it... Better not spoil the rest of the surprise.

With this teaser of what was to come occupying his mind, Muarauder tried his best to keep himself distracted as the days on the calendar trickled by.

When one week was left before the first day of his new treatment, the pup overheard a conversation his boyfriend was having over the phone.

"Yes, the email I sent you had a few attachments that should detail exactly when and how to administer that kind of treatment."

"Uh-huh, oh yeah I've already sent you the deposit, it should clear in a few days. If not, do let me know."

Pop paused, listening intently to whomever was on the other end. He let out a soft chuckle before responding.

"Oh no, nothing like that. You should be able to do pretty much whatever it is that you want to do to him, he won't be likely to resist."

He listened again, and Muarauder noticed a change in tone as he responded.

"Well, I never actually thought of that. That is a little bit of a drastic measure, but I'm sure it would align with what he described to me. It is what he wants. How much would something like that even cost?"

Pop paused again, Muarauder holding his breath as not to give away his position in the kitchen, spying on his boyfriend.

Pop whistled, chuckling once again as he responded.

"Okay, yeah. That is a pretty penny, but we do have insurance so it could potentially be covered. I'll think about it. What if-"

He paused, as though interrupted.

"Oh really? Well that would really speed things along wouldn't it? And significantly save on costs. If you could put us in contact with your surgeon we could probably have it done as a seamless transition. Sure, sure, let me get you some more information."

Muarauder heard the telltale sound of Pop's footpaws as he strode towards the kitchen, and he was just able to sneak out into the hallway before his boyfriend noticed him.

Pop was just able to get a glimpse of the pup's vanishing tail as he exited the kitchen in his haste.

Heh, so the pup's spying on me. That's alright, he'll have no idea what's coming his direction anyway. 7 more days puppy, then you'll be thinking you should have been careful for what you wished for!

? ? ?

Two days remained before the deadline, and Muarauder was finding himself to be in a quite cheerful mood.

"Hey Pop! I'm going to go use the potty and watch Netflix like a big boy tonight!"

He idly teased, as he enjoyed increasing the potential energy between now and his destined fall from authority coming in two days time.

"Maybe I'll check my email too and see how my credit score is doing!"

Pop shook his head, a wry smile covering his muzzle as he walked over to the couch and ruffled his boyfriend's hair.

"Have fun while you can, puppy. In a few days time you won't be able to sit up from lying down without my permission."

Muarauder blushed, feeling his cheeks grow red as he thought about the phone conversation he had overheard and items he had glanced at in the dog's internet history.

He could tell Pop was serious, during the first few days of waiting he had entertained the notion that this was all perhaps a big prank to be followed up by a few days of babying to make up for it.

But this seemed to be the real deal. Pop had insisted that Muarauder get out of the house for a few hours so he could move the furniture into the guest room.

During that time, several locks were also installed inside of the house cutting off access to several rooms, including the guest room, bathroom, and several bedrooms.

Muarauder could only access the kitchen, living room, their shared bedroom, and the bathroom with permission.

He could sense his boyfriend's fatigue from putting everything together as well, as he had fallen asleep in bed before Muarauder had even gotten back from the bathroom from brushing his teeth.

Pop was tired, but Muarauder could feel a similar excitement in the dog akin to his own.

This was happening, all the pieces were falling into place and the pup had a distinct feeling that it was definitely too late to back out now.

Not that he wanted to, his dreams recently had been filled with the fantasies he had recounted to his boyfriend those months ago and he almost could not wait to experience them as his reality.

Even now he had been holding off on pawing off, wanting the sexual gratification to be immense when he finally was placed in diapers and forced into baby bondage with no choice other than to use them.

Little did he know that the last time he had pawed off would be the last for a very, very long time.

"Want to join me for a movie and cuddle? It's cold outside today, I need somebody to keep me warm."

"I'll be right there pup, I just need to take care of something really quick. Don't wait on me."

Feeling slightly puzzled, Muarauder gazed at the retreating form of his boyfriend as he disappeared into his makeshift workshop.

Working now? It's after 8, he's usually too tired to do anything by this time.

Holding his tail in his lap for comfort, Muarauder flicked on the television and scrolled up to his latest TV show fix.

Before long, he was so engrossed in the narrative that he didn't notice the garage door open quietly.

The shadow of the African dog crept along the floor, unseen by Muarauder who continued to sleepily gaze at the television.

Suddenly, a cloth was brought over the wolf's mouth and he let out a yelp of surprise.

"What the- wha... Wha..."

The sleeping agent set to work almost immediately, plunging the timber wolf into a deep state of unconsciousness as Pop continued to gently but firmly press the cloth into the dog's muzzle.

"Perfect, that was pretty clean."

He gently patted the slumped over dog on his head, speaking out loud.

"Don't worry puppy, Daddy's going to take great care of you from now on."

Striding over to the front door, several furs garbed in scrubs and wheeling in an operating table entered their living room.

"This is the patient?"

Asked a burly looking rhinoceros, balancing a delicate pair of spectacles on his horn as he squinted at a clipboard.

"Yes, this is him."

Pop looked over at the only fur not wearing medical garb that had walked in.

"Nanny, I presume?"

"That would be correct, yes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Pop."

The African dog smiled, extending a paw forward and shaking the deer's hoof.

"The pleasure is all mine, I'm looking forward to working with you."

"Likewise! So this is the baby in question, huh? He really is a little cutie."

The medical furs had now lifted the still sleeping timber wolf onto the table, and were strapping his limbs down onto the table as several instruments were laid out on an adjacent table.

"I still can't believe you managed to get a whole operating team to perform in my living room, how is this not costing you a fortune?"

The deer shrugged, a little smile forming on her muzzle as she nodded towards one of the surgeons, a lanky looking cheetah who was just beginning to develop a grey muzzle, who blushed in response and avoided eye contact.

"Oh you know, one gets around I guess. Your little cutie will be all fixed up in no time, you have everything else set up, yes?"

Pop nodded, noting a slight British accent he had not picked up earlier in their phone conversations in the deer's voice.

"Yes, the pup's room and your bedroom are all furnished. I even took the liberty and prepared two weeks' worth of groceries for your dietary preferences and for the pup's change in regime. You should be good to go."

The deer nodded, watching as they lowered a mask onto the pup's muzzle and unbuckled the front of his pants.

"Good. If all goes according to plan, our little pup should be waking up in around 12 hours time. The procedure is actually pretty elegant, there's no need for any antibiotics or bandages. Just a little snip, some suturing , and viola. Done."

Pop turned, motioning that the deer follow him as he spoke up.

"Come, allow me to show off the fruits of my labor for the past two weeks. I think you'll find that the craftsmanship you'll be working with will be to your satisfaction."

Nodding, the deer allowed herself to be guided towards the direction of the nursery.

All the while, the surgeons prepared to secure the timber wolf's fate.

Permanently.