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A large Doberman sat at his polished steel desk in a large, yet plain office, reading over a stack of documents with a weary expression clearly imprinted on his face. The placard resting at the edge of the metal furnishing read "Chief of Police Maxwell Fibbs."

From his lean physique and semi-youthful appearance, he did not appear experienced enough for his important position, but the 38 year old canine had earned his title through a life of duty and sacrifice.

Over the last few decades, Fibbs had gained a reputation for being a hardass. No matter how inane a rule or order, Fibbs would unerringly follow. As such, he'd never had much luck with friends, even in the civilian world.

He had a girl once. An exotic quirky little thing. Anna. He'd never really known what sort of species she was, as she was a sort of amalgamation of several different qualities that always seemed to change whenever he tried to conjure up a mental picture.

She had a thing for men in uniform. Among other things. They'd never had sex . . . all she ever wanted was to see him dressed in a harness, or a sleigh tow or some other gear. He found that he really liked the treatment, despite how humiliating it often was. Of course, the outraged 'manly man' inside of him would deny liking any of it, but she knew exactly how to get his defences down to keep him red-faced yet cooperative.

"Max," she would call him. He liked that. He liked her.

'Max' often wondered why they stopped talking. They hadn't been in an argument, nor had she mentioned leaving anywhere. Then again, they'd never really been a couple either, considering they'd never had sex.

"5 years..." he whispered, leaning back to rub his eyes. He felt like a tear might come out, but he'd long since figured out how to suppress those. His eyes followed the furs that passed by his office, out of reflex from the times he'd not been so in control.

Fibbs had mellowed in the 5 years since he'd last seen Anna, but not enough to make more than a couple acquaintances who he knew only loosely. How he longed for a connection that he just couldn't cultivate.

A thought came to him at that moment. " Since they'd never really left on bad terms, couldn't he just call her up?" He slipped his phone out of his pocket and went through the contacts.

"Mom. Dad. Roger, and Derrick, my brothers. Chinese. Pizza . . ."

There was a loud rasp on the door.

"Chief Deputy Williams, come in," Fibbs sputtered. Traditionally, he should've dropped the title since he held a higher rank than Williams, but he lost his composure for the moment. He hadn't expected a visit from the old wolf.

"Chief Fibbs," he spoke hastily as he entered the office, "there's a matter in the break room that needs attending to immediately. No time to explain."

Saying only that, the old codger left as quickly as he came, hurrying off in the direction of that same room.

Fibbs didn't waste any time in following. He doubted he'd need his gun, but he made sure to bring it just in case. "Most likely there was a fight between some of the senior officers," he thought.

The glass panel on the door to the break room was completely dark. The lights were out. "Strange," Fibbs thought, keeping his cool as he stepped inside and immediately flicked on the lights.

"Surprise!" came the unified shout as Fibbs' fellow officers popped into vision from beneath the break room tables.

The canine was just about to draw his gun, but was glad he hadn't, considering the situation. His face started to turn a slight pinkish that faded instantly.

"What's going on here?" he asked, fighting back the anxiety of having so much attention drawn to him for an unknown reason.

He must've yelled it louder than expected, since half the room's hackles raised in fright. One of the few undaunted, Williams turned Fibbs to the side and spoke in a whisper so none of the junior officers could hear, "cool your jets. They found out it was your five year anniversary as chief and they wanted to do something for you. I know this isn't your thing, but have some cake and if you don't like it, then I'll make some excuse for you to go."

The room was awkwardly silent for a few moments as Williams turned the radio on to reset the tense atmosphere. "So congratulations, chief!"

---

Much like many other parties Fibbs had gone to, he said nothing, even when approached. It wasn't that he didn't like people. He just never had anything interesting to say.

Thankfully, Williams was a master of defusing delicate situations, as he'd done it as the longest running Chief Deputy in the history of the city. He managed to get Fibbs out of the party without much fuss.

Fibbs now had a sort of anxiety, so he left work a little earlier than usual, but still more than expected for a man of his position. He always felt a little guilty in situations like that. "What could I have said? Do they hate me?" Questions like these swirled about in his head without ever receiving an answer.

By the time he'd quieted the incessant nagging, he'd reached his apartment with a bottle of whiskey from the store. He'd blanked out on the drive back, as he often did in times of stress. It ceased to bother him after a couple swigs of his favorite brand.

Within minutes, he found himself tipsy and flipping through channels, as was his routine upon coming home from a bad day. It hardly mattered since he would pass out before he ever found a station worth watching.

---

Ring. Ring.

"Bwuh?" Fibbs floundered, opening his eyes in a daze.

Ring. Ring.

He recognized the noise. His phone. "Hello?" he asked in a sleepy voice, nearly yawning right into the speaker.

"Oh, how cute. You sound tired." a familiar voice rang.

His hackles raised. His eyes widened. His heart stopped. "A-Anna?

"You betcha, sweety." she said with a melodic warmth to it. "I got your call earlier but you never answered, so I figured I'd wait until you normally got home from work. You must've butt-dialed me. Pretty easy when you've got such a big one like yours. How you been, Max?"

His heart quickened as he heard his name once more from that person he could truly call his friend. He barely even registered the taunt. "I-I've been good! I made Chief of Police 5 years ago, so I've been doing that. What about you? Where have you been this whole time?"

"Ooo, congratulations, Max. You know I like that sort of thing. I've been traveling, mostly. You got really busy with work all of a sudden so I figured I'd leave you alone for a bit, but I never thought it'd be this long!" She giggled at the end, in that teasing sort of way she did whenever she said something that should be incredulous.

Max tried to bite his lip, but he couldn't stop the words from coming out uninhibited. "I miss you! When can I come see you?" His face was red as lava, but he didn't care right then.

She paused for a while, long enough for Max to regret blurting out with that so suddenly. Just as he began to question himself, she stopped him, "soon, I hope. I came by earlier today to check on you, ya know? I couldn't wait to see you either."

Max's cheeks flushed and he crossed his legs shyly, "I'm really glad."

"Did you see the package on the doorstep I left for you?"

His ears perked, but he didn't want to let her know about his condition. Quietly, he went to the door and saw it sitting on the inside pushed to one side. He must've taken it in earlier when he'd come home. "Uh, yeah. I didn't open it, though."

She giggled once more. "Remember what we used to do together?"

The canine's tail wagged, remembering the costume play, knowing instantly what kind of thing the box held.

"Well, Max, I want you to put one on and take some pictures like we used to do. Okay?"

"Alright! I'll do it." he replied empathically, "But aren't you coming over to take the pictures yourself?"

"You know I want to, sweet thing, but I just left this afternoon on a short trip. I actually have to go, now. I will definitely come, though! I promise! For now, though, let's have a little fun. I want to see what 5 years has done to that sexy body of yours. You can send them to my phone, right?"

Max felt a little disappointed, but at least he could talk to her for now, and he really liked doing this sort of thing for her. "Alright. I'll take them. I'm not as good as you, though, so don't expect masterpieces."

"Ohhh, it'll be a masterpiece, alright," she teased. "Until next time, Max! See you soon! Mwah!"

The line clicked, signalling the end of the call. It wasn't until then that Max realized his heart was beating many times a second. It took several minutes for him to calm down enough to actually remember the box.

It was completely unlabeled, untaped brown box. She was always pretty trusting, but it would've been extremely troublesome if a neighbor had gotten their hands on this, especially if it's the normal embarassing thing.

As soon as Max opened the box, he closed it back up, his heart racing once more. Those weren't...pictures, were they?

Once more, he opened the box. Sure enough, there were pictures of him from a decade and more ago, wearing the assorted outfits he'd modeled for her. A too-short sailor suit, a thong, and one time, she'd even made him wear full 'puppy' gear - a collar, leash, muzzle, and even stoppers for the hands and feet so they couldn't be maneuvered like non-ferals. It all brought back memories that made him quiver excitedly.

Now he was really glad that he'd come home early. He could only imagine if someone had taken these. Of course, the box must've had more. He couldn't wear pictures, after all.

He took one more look and immediately, his heart plummeted in humiliation. He just sat there with his maw hanging open like an idiot. She'd always teased... She'd always joked... And he'd always get offended and make her do something else. But there was no way he could avoid it this time.

In the box, there was an adult diaper.

Tentatively, Max reached into the box as if it were radioactive and pulled the diaper out. As soon as he unfolded it, a note slipped out.

Glad for an excuse to not have to wear the diaper yet, the canine scrambled for the letter.

Max,

I know you were always grumpy when it came to this sort of thing. You whine and groan and complain, and all the while, you love it. For one night, don't deny it.

You don't have to actually take the pictures. I just knew that if I said that, you would get antsy and blushy and cute.

But you do have to wear them until I come over tomorrow night. And don't complain, because I know you like 'that' too.

Anna

He let out a whimper. "Why couldn't the letter have been longer?"

Eventually, he calmed down again. She was right, of course. She always was. He sat there staring at the diaper. It became increasingly obvious by the tightness of his pants that he wanted to wear it.

"Right...lets get this over with," he said with more than a little dread.

He stripped quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with the 'excitement' his body exhibited as if to deny it.

With haste, he sat down on the diaper and immediately pulled up the front, slowly realizing that he had no idea how to put on a diaper. "Do I pin it or?" he said ducking his head from side to side trying to find some sort of way to fasten it.

"Ah!" he cried, spotting the tapes and immediately taping them. The thing fit awkwardly, (especially with the apparent bulge) but it was on and he could forget about it.

With a sigh, he went to his bed to lay down normally for once, not bothering to redress himself before tucking himself under the covers. He felt strangely relaxed like this. The extra padding between his legs should've been uncomfortable, but it felt right. These thoughts were embarrassing him, though, so he quickly abandoned them. He'd only been asleep for an hour or so when Anna called, so despite his obvious excitement, he quickly found himself asleep.

---

Light burned through Max's closed eyelids and he rolled to one side, out of the light's blinding radius.

Another, even less pleasant feeling greeted his movement, however. His bed was quite cold. And damp. Slowly, he moved the covers off from his lower body, blushing momentarily as he remembered he was wearing a diaper. But moreover, in the blinding light, he could now see that the padded garment was on loosely...and backwards.

Also...he'd wet the bed.

"Aw, crap."