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_Well, I wasn't planning on posting this so soon, but we finished it early. I'm pretty frustrated with Corwin Hall right now, so work will probably continue on this until I get over that.

I should mention that the "cruel chance" mentioned in this chapter actually was chance. Rulare existed as Locke's character, and as described in this story, before we started the RP and before he read Corwin Hall. We thought the coincidences were pretty funny.

I'll be using the "scat" tag for any chapters that have messy diapers in them, since that may be off-putting to some people, but there won't be any playing around with it or anything like that. And, as I said earlier, it's labeled adult because of detailed diaper use, not because of sex._

Chapter 2

Arvy slid down the wall, looking around the room in disbelief. Everything was in pastel colors - the walls, the carpet... the crib. It was a nursery. A large changing table with a stool in front of it occupied one section of wall, and the opposite wall was dominated by a large mirror. Its reflection was darker than that of a normal mirror. One-way glass.

Roo walked over to the mirror, and a panel underneath it slid up. He fidgeted with ID card nervously, took a deep breath, and put the card into the dark opening. It immediately slid shut, taking the card. Roo turned and saw Arvy sitting with his back to the wall. "You all right, pup?"

"I - I'm gonna tell my parents what you do here, and they're gonna sue!" This was a complete bluff. Arvy knew his parents would thoroughly approve of this situation.

"And what exactly do we do here?" Roo asked, wiggling his shirt out from under his harness and tossing it down a laundry chute next to the mirror.

"You're gonna put me in diapers," Arvy said forlornly. "Just like-" he stopped himself. No good talking about that.

Roo raised an eyebrow. "Just like what?" Arvy didn't respond. Roo shrugged and started unbuckling his jeans, then slid them to the floor, revealing that he wore a thick, slightly wet diaper. Arvy gave a little moan, knowing his guess was accurate. "It's more than just the diapers, Arvy," Roo said. "That's just one part of the rehab program."

Arvy looked at the reflective plate glass nervously. "Are people watching us?"

"Maybe. Hard to tell," Roo said, flopping on a couch in the middle of the room. "You get used to it. They don't always watch; they just make sure everything's going all right."

Arvy stood up and padded over to the couch, his head hung low. He stood next to it for a moment. "How long do I have to stay here?"

"I can't say, Arvy. It's not up to me. Your mom said indefinitely at the beginning, so... I guess until further notice, huh?" Arvy groaned at that. "You better start getting undressed... We have a few rules that need to be followed at the beginning."

Arvy sat on the couch, staring at his lap. "I don't want to," he said sullenly, and looked at the mirror again.

Roo sighed and stood up, stepping over to a dresser on one wall. He pulled out a drawer - the second one from the top - and gathered some articles of clothing from it, his tail and thickly-padded bottom swaying. He lifted up a pair of light blue, comfortable-looking pyjama bottoms, and stepped into them, pulling them up over his diapers, then carried the other items from the drawer back over to the couch. He kept them balled up in his paws, and Arvy couldn't see what they were. He kneeled in front of the pouting Wolf and put a paw on his shoulder.

"Look, I... I know how you feel," he said softly. "I know how everyone feels when they're first brought here. But everything'll turn out fine, all right? There're no microphones or anything. And we do have a few privacy shades for dressing, if you want. This isn't like prison or anything, it's just... therapy."

Arvy didn't move. "Momma was right," he said, starting to sniffle. Roo cocked his head curiously. "Gerry is better 'n me," the Wolf continued. "He wouldn't be scared. Heck, he wouldn't even be here." He started to tear up.

"Arvy..." Roo said, pulling a couple of grey items out of the pile of stuff from the drawer, "It isn't so bad. The people here are nice. We'll take good care of you."

Arvy looked up from his lap at Roo. "She was wrong about one thing," he said, and gave a heavy sigh. "I do understand consequences. What... what are my rules?"

Roo smiled comfortingly at Arvy, then leaned over and grabbed a diaper from under the changing table. "These. You... Well, it's the only practical thing anyway. There're no toilets." Arvy splayed his ears, giving the diaper a resentful look. "The rules are the same for everyone, and they need to accommodate all kinds of problems, so... you're s'posed to learn to rely on others and make decisions. You know, learn that there are consequences for your actions, and that behaving respectfully and doing what's expected of you is a lot better than being... bad."

Arvy blinked, wondering what being "bad" could possibly mean in a room with nothing but infant supplies. He tried to change the subject. "Will you have other kids to take care of, too?"

"No... not right now. I only get one at a time. Once I'm in, it's my job to keep you out of trouble, to tend to you, and... and to be your companion dog." Roo blushed a little. "And I gotta stay with you 'till you're all better. You're lucky you got parents, you know. If you didn't, it would be up to the agency to decide when you were cured."

"Wait," Arvy interrupted. "You mean... you're stuck in here, too?" Somehow, this made him feel worse than being incarcerated himself.

"I... um." Roo glanced down at his diaper. "Yeah. They took my keycard, and that's my only way out, unless they let us out. And they won't. Part of the program is about isolation. But, since your parents will decide when you get out, they probably won't watch us too much, if it makes you feel better."

Arvy groaned, his ears drooping further. "I'm sorry, Roo."

"It's okay, Arvy," Roo said with a sheepish smile, rubbing behind his ear. "It's my job. I couldn't leave... ever. I don't have any place to go. They take care of me here, and, if I do a good job, I don't get puppy time!"

Arvy looked at Roo askance. Puppy time? He decided to let that subject drop, too. If he needed to know, he was sure he'd find out. "All right," he said, taking a couple quick breaths. "Let's just do whatever we've gotta do."

Roo nodded, and looked down at the bundle of items from the drawer. "How this works is... Well, you start with 'Toddler' privileges. The better you behave, the quicker you gain higher privilege levels." His tail wagged a little.

Arvy puffed out a forlorn little sigh. "All right. 'Toddler' level."

Roo picked out another item from the pile and held it up. It was a small, tangled mess of nylon straps, and had a pacifier dangling from the end of it. "This is... a pacifier muzzle." Arvy went wide-eyed, and Roo splayed his ears sympathetically. He continued, though, holding up a pair of thick, fuzzy, fingerless mittens with nylon straps on the wrists. "These go on your paws. They make 'em all clumsy, so you need help with things." Arvy wiggled his paws in front of him, looking at them sadly. "There's other stuff, but those're the important things," Roo explained. "Um... The conditions are that the muzzle and the mitts stay on as long as your diaper is... clean."

"Wait, what?" Arvy drew his legs up on the couch. Roo nodded.

"It's not so bad, puppy, I promise. Once you soil it, they can come off and you can use your paws and talk normally. Until you decide you want a change - then they go back on."

Arvy whimpered pathetically. His eyes started watering again, and he shook his head. "No, Roo, I don't wanna."

"You have to, puppy," Roo said, sliding up onto the couch and putting a sympathetic paw on the Wolf's shoulder. "You said you understood consequences, right?" Arvetis nodded, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Well, you can show us that now. And if you do, you'll move up in privilege level, and you won't have to wear them anymore."

Arvy wiped his cheek with a paw. "Can't I just use my own paci?" he asked, his voice high and whiny. "I have my own, see?" he reached into his pocket and held up his teen-size pacifier.

Roo looked at Arvy's paci thoughtfully. "Can I see that?" Arvy hesitated.

"You're not... gonna get rid of it, are you?"

"No, puppy. Your paci will be safe, promise." Roo held out his paw. Arvy glanced down at the pacifier for a moment, then handed it over. Roo fiddled with the straps at the end of the muzzle, loosening them, then slipped out the old pacifier and replaced it with Arvy's. "How's that?" he asked, holding it up. "You wanna see it?"

Arvy nodded a little and held out his paw. Roo passed him the muzzle and he inspected it; the nylon straps were light and soft, but very strong. He fingered his pacifier at the end of it, looking at the familiar nub. With another sigh, he nodded and handed it back to Roo. "All right. Let's get this over with." He stripped off his thick jacket and tossed it in the corner. Not sure what else he was supposed to wear, he waited for Roo's cue.

Roo gave Arvy an apologetic smile, picking up the muzzle and un-tangling it. Arvy could make out its shape now - the outline of a Canine head. He whimpered a little, but held still as Roo lifted it and slipped it over his face. The Border collie fiddled with some straps on the back of Arvy's head, then pulled a buckle tight, making the pacifier pull up against Arvy's lips. He opened his muzzle for the nub. Roo pulled another buckle, making the straps across Arvy's snout contract and tighten, forcing his mouth shut on the pacifier. Arvy sighed through his nose.

"Well... that was certainly easier than normal," Roo said, smiling nervously and sliding a finger under one strap to make sure the muzzle was snug, but not too tight. "I thought my last charge was gonna bite me the first time I did that." He rubbed behind Arvy's ear, scratching a little with his nails. "Thanks, Arvy." The Wolf nodded weakly.

"OK, paws up," Roo said. Arvy complied, holding his paws out in front of him, and Roo slipped the thick mittens over them, one at a time. He tightened the nylon straps - the pressure was actually comfortable, Arvy realized, since the thick material prevented the nylon from chafing. "Don't worry, puppy," Roo cooed. "I can take care of things you can't do now." He stood up from the couch, and took Arvy's thickly-mitted paws in his own. "Come on... diaper time."

Arvy stood up, his tail tucked under his rear and his muzzled head held low. He followed Roo over to the changing table and pulled himself up, scrabbling a little with his rear paws until he finally got onto it.

"Good boy!" Roo praised, and slipped Arvy's shirt up and over his head. "Don't be embarrassed, now. I do this all the time." He pressed on Arvy's chest with one paw, and Arvy laid back, staring at the pastel pink ceiling. Roo unbuckled Arvy's jeans and slid them off, tossing them to the side. Arvy looked down at himself, and his Contrition marks flushed bright red. He realized his boxers were obviously brand-new; they still had creases along the sides from the packaging.

Roo cocked his head, running a finger along one of the creases. He sniffed at the air. Arvy groaned, knowing what he probably smelled like. Roo sniffed again, pointing his nose towards Arvy's hips. His brow wrinkled in thought as he looked from Arvy's pacifier to his brand-new boxers. After a moment, his ears perked up, and he grinned.

"Arvy, I think I know why you're so co-operative." Arvy shook his head, guessing what Roo was about to say. "You've been diapered recently, haven't you?"

Shake shake shake. He'd been well-trained not to talk about this with outsiders. He was sniffling again; he didn't want to start his time here with an outright lie, but he had no choice.

Roo continued sniffing as he pulled Arvy's boxers off him. "Powder... wipes... Wolf pee? Arvy." He sighed. "I'm supposed to punish you for fibbing."

Arvy whimpered and gave him a desperate look. He knew this looked bad.

"I don't have any way of knowing for sure right now," Roo said as he unfolded a thick diaper from under the changing table. "But we'll talk about this once your muzzle comes off, all right?" Arvy sniffled and gave a meek nod.

"Lift-" Roo began, but Arvy was already raising his hips. Roo slid the diaper under the Wolf's rear and affixed the tape over his tail. "OK, now sit-" Arvy had already lowered himself onto the padding, staring at the ceiling and starting to suckle on the pacifier, making it bob up and down in his muzzle. Roo shrugged and started shaking a bottle of cub powder onto him. "Now move your-" but Arvy was holding himself in the correct position, knees splayed outwards, so the front wouldn't bunch between his thighs, and his paws held up against his chest, out of the way.

Roo smirked as he pulled the front up and held it against the Wolf's tummy, taping it snugly. "Haven't been diapered recently, huh?" he asked, grinning. Arvy puffed out of his nose and turned his head away. "We'll talk," Roo said. He grabbed something from the pile of clothing and held it up - a grey vinyl diaper cover with snaps along the sides.

"Up again," he said, and Arvy gave him a confused look. "Oh, so this is new to you at least. It's just to stop leaks. Sometimes charges decide being able to talk is a lot more important than being comfortable, so we use these just in case." Arvy blushed as he raised his diapered rump again, and Roo slid the cover under him. He pulled the sides up and attached them to the front, making a double row of snaps coming out of Arvy's crotch. Arvy wiggled. It kept the diaper compact and squeezed against his rear. Pretty comfortable, actually.

Roo grabbed another piece of clothing. To Arvy, it looked like a grey T-shirt at first, but he recognized the strip of cloth hanging off the rear. A onesie. Roo held it up. "I'm sure you know the drill." Arvy nose-sighed again and held his paws up, and Roo slipped it over his head, pulling it down along his body. Arvy rocked back on his rear and held his legs up, allowing Roo to pull the strap under him and snap it in front.

"Well... There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Roo asked, helping Arvy down from the changing table. "And once you fill your diapers, you get to talk again. And eat!" he crinkled over to a mini-fridge next to the table and reached inside, pulling out a large baby bottle. Arvy watched as he popped it into his mouth and started nursing like it was the most natural thing in the world. The Wolf wondered if that was going to be his "dinner." Roo flopped onto the couch and motioned him over.

Arvy followed, his ears tucked back. He thought about his situation; all things considered, it really wasn't so bad. He realized he'd done something very stupid, and he could be in juvie right now. The muzzle didn't thrill him, but Roo seemed like a decent Dog, at least. The Border Collie turned on a television in front of the couch - cartoons, of course - and patted the cushion next to him. Arvy scrambled up next to Roo, his diaper crinkling.

Hesitently, Arvy put his arm out and laid it around Roo's shoulders. He didn't know if that was allowed, but he was starting to feel the need for contact. He was relieved when Roo returned the gesture, wrapping an arm around Arvy and pulling him close as he suckled on the bottle and watched the cartoons. Arvy lowered his head and laid it against Roo's chest, puffing through his nose. He was embarrassed, but glad for the closeness.

Arvy wasn't sure how long they stayed like that. His mind was repeating the events of the day over and over... the argument, the shoplifting, the decision to finally indulge his secret interest. He was ashamed of all of it. On the television, at least two programs passed. He got the impression that Roo was giving him time to adjust, and he was glad for it.

"I'm sorry, mom," said a character on the television. It a half-hour cartoon, nearing the end, and the main character had just been rescued from some far-fetched disaster of his own doing. "I'll never do it again!"

"It's all right, Jimmy," the mother said, hugging the kid. "I love you, and I'm just glad you're safe." Trite stuff, Arvy thought. Hardly entertainment. So why were his ears lowered far to the sides, pressing down against his muzzle straps?

He felt a familiar tightness rising in his chest. Guilt - and the panic that always accompanied it. He remembered his mother's voice, saying how much trouble he was in. He didn't care much about that; he'd been in worse. He remembered the disappointment in her voice, though, especially when she'd said Arvy should have learned about consequences long ago. He took in a hitching breath, and realized there were tears on his Contrition marks again.

Roo glanced over at Arvy, feeling him jerk. Arvy looked back with watery eyes. He wanted to confess - just talk about everything he'd done today, and why it was wrong, and how sorry he was. He couldn't, though; the muzzle prevented that. He started crying harder, still making no sounds around his pacifier.

Sighing, Roo leaned forward on the couch. He nudged Arvy's snout wordlessly with his nose and started licking. Arvy was a little surprised at that, but held still as the Border Collie lapped between the straps of his muzzle, going over all the exposed fur. He licked more softly over Arvy's Contrition marks, cleaning off the salty tears, then drew his legs up in an Indian-style sitting position. His offer was clear, and Arvy pulled himself up into Roo's lap, curling up into a tight ball, his nose pressed against his padded rear.

As Arvy laid there, he realized that he could smell Roo's soaked diaper. The smell was soothing; despite his dominant position at the moment, the Border Collie did not smell like an alpha. In fact, he barely smelled male. Arvy cocked his head, wiping a cheek with his padded mitt, and sniffed discreetly. His eyes went wide. There was no mistaking it: Roo was fixed.

Arvy groaned a little. He felt the same shock of guilty memory as when he'd first learned the Border Collie's name. A Roo... and a eunuch? Was it possible? Could chance be so cruel?

He couldn't deal with that right now. He shook his head, trying to clear the memory of bitter words and a turned back. The television helped to distract him, and he watched a program, taking in the colors and the sounds but not the plot. His head felt fuzzy. He thought about his mother, and wondered if she still loved him, and was glad that he was safe. He wondered if Gerry-Gerry!

Arvy nosed up at the underside of Roo's muzzle, whimpering. Roo looked down. "Arvy, the muzzle can't come off yet." Arvy shook his head and pointed at his jacket, lying in the corner of the room. "What, the wall? What is it, Arvy?" Roo looked around the far end of the room cluelessly.

Arvy huffed and shook his head. He wiggled himself out of Roo's lap and waddled over to his jacket. His paws slipped on it as he tried to pick it up, the slick mittens making his task difficult, but he managed to sling it over one shoulder, and fumbled at the side pocket. It was no good - he couldn't fit the thick mitts into the pocket. He looked up at Roo and whined.

Roo hopped off the couch, stifling a giggle at the helpless Wolf, and came over. "What do you need, puppy?" He picked up the jacket and reached into the pocket, pulling out the photograph of the infant Wolf and Rabbit cuddling. Arvy smiled wide under his muzzle. "Is that what you wanted?" Roo asked.

Arvy nodded and tried to take the photograph, but he couldn't get a grip on it through his mitts. He whined a little, but was still smiling as he looked at the picture. Roo grinned and padded over to his duffel bag. "You're not the first person to bring a picture from home," he said, and dug through the contents of the bag. He came up with a small frame and slipped the photo in, then set it on an end table next to the couch. "There. Now you can look at it whenever you want."

The photo made Arvy feel safe. He looked at it as he climbed up onto the couch next to Roo again, wagging his tail a little. He knew, the longer he was here, the more he would miss that bunny.

Without warning, Arvy flinched. He reached up and rubbed the side of his jaw - cramp. This muzzle was going to take some getting used to. He looked over to Roo, holding his paw to the side of his muzzle, and whined.

"You know what you have to do," Roo said sympathetically. "I can help you with that if you want." Arvy perked his ears up at that.

"Wait here!" Roo trotted over to the dresser, crinkling, and opened the Toddler drawer again. He fished around in it for a moment, then came out holding a small jar with a green cap. He walked back over to Arvy on the couch, holding it out.

The bottle clattered dully as Roo shook it. Arvy pinned his ears back and gave a long whine - he was familiar with that jar. Fleet suppositories. He shook his head - no.

"Arvy... do you want that muzzle off or not?" Arvy groaned a little and nodded. "Good. Lie down on your tummy." Arvy sat still, considering, but eventually complied, lying down on the couch and lifting his tail, exposing the wide expanse of grey onesie cloth across his rear, the white edges of the diaper peeking out at the sides. He closed his eyes and put his paws over his face.

Roo uncapped the jar and took out one small, milky-white suppository. He made quick work of it. He didn't even have to un-diaper the wolf; he just slipped it in through the tail-hole on the diaper. Arvy's fur stood on end as it went in, and he let out another humiliated whine, then curled up tight on a couch cushion. Roo slid up onto the couch next to him, and squeezed his shoulders. "It's all right, puppy. Let it happen." He changed channels on the TV, looking for something different to watch.

Arvy scrunched up his muzzle, his rear stinging a little. He drew his knees up and pushed, trying to soil himself, but nothing came except a muffled fart. After a few moments of trying, though, the front of his diaper sagged as he wet it. He blushed, unconsciously sucking on the pacifier out of embarrassment, and looked over at Rulare with a hopeful, questioning whine - perhaps that would be enough. Roo leaned over and patted Arvy's diaper seat, smiling, but just shook his head. "Afraid not, puppy. It's all or nothing."

Arvy dipped his nose, lowering his eyes. He knew he could do this; he'd done it before. It was difficult with Roo watching, though, let alone whoever was sitting behind that one-way mirror. He tried to relax, thinking about his comfortable bed at home and feeling the suppository working in his rear. He thought about Gerry, wondering if Lisa had told him about Arvy's crime yet. Shame made him tuck his ears, and he leaned over, resting his head on Roo's shoulder. He gave another muffled fart, this one loud and wet, and followed it up with a heavy, messy load, filling up the seat of his diaper. His tail bobbed as he pressed it all out, eyes closed and Contrition marks burning. He sighed lightly through his nose as he finished soiling himself, drawing his legs up to his chest and leaning on the warm Border Collie next to him.

Roo heard the Wolf break wind messily, and then the crinkle of his diaper filling. He wrapped his arm around Arvy, giving his diaper seat a pat, just to make sure, and wrinkled his nose at the heavy smell of messy puppy. "Good boy," he crooned. "Good puppy."