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small update cause the uploader ate my formatting;

First of all, I am now also on FA: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/blamcat/

Preface (feel free to skip if you like)

This story starts a new, separate series from my current stories. While I'm sure some of you are disappointed that this isn't the 5th chapter of "The disobedient lion", rest assured, there is at least one more part of that story coming up.

The main character here is in a sense the same lion from the other series, but this is intended to be a different reality. It is not too removed from the other series however. I want these stories to be separate so that reading one does not require having read the other, but there is a possible continuity between them. If you haven't read the "disobedient lion" series, fear not; the beginning of this story will contain all the background you need. However, if you have read that series, this story can be thought of as the same lion's future experiences after his high school ordeal. Here, the lion is older (22), in college, and has learned that he quite enjoys several aspects of what he went through with Bryan and Alison.

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Disclaimer (Please read)

This series will contain large amounts of diapers, bondage, and the like, but will be considerably more sexual than the other series, and considerably more gay. If that sounds like your kinda thing, then happy reading, otherwise you may want to look elsewhere.

Because of the age-play involved, I often use the word "cub". While it is explained a bit further on in the story, I want to point out here that all the characters are of age.

One last message. Being the intro to this story series, this chapter is a bit longer than with my previous ones. For those of you who just want to see the yiffy bits, the story starts and ends with them, so you can skip the section between the triple rows of asterisks. Thats most of the story though, and its got some pretty kinky details to it, so I recommend reading it. Either way, enjoy!

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I blinked heavily, panting as much as I could around the large red ballgag strapped to my muzzle. Behind me, in between intermittent whimpers, I could hear similar pants coming from the near-exhausted husky who had been humping my tailhole for over an hour now. I almost felt bad for him, but at least he could move. I, on the other hand, was secured with my limbs spread eagle and bound to the corners of the bed. I had a large cushion under me meant not so much for my own comfort, but to keep my rump raised and presented.

The Husky's paws gripped my sides tightly as his pace slowed again. My gaze shifted back to the corner of the room. There sat Tyler, the Tiger who was responsible for my current predicament. Being one of the "Daddies" of the house, Tyler's instructions were to be obediently followed by us "cubs". That included the poor Husky, Ryan, behind me. Tyler was never quite satisfied with simply being in charge, and he loved to make others play for his entertainment. In this case, he had ordered me onto the bed and restrained and gagged me before he went and retrieved Ryan. Tyler wanted quite a show, and to make sure he got what he wanted, he had issued clear orders to Ryan;

**80 minutes earlier**

"Get up on the bed behind the lion, and get on all fours" the Tiger had commanded.

Without questioning, Ryan did as he was told. Tyler then prepared a rather large plug which he gently started to slide under the Husky's tail. Ryan gasped, but held his position as the Tiger slid the toy into him and explained what he expected.

"This lion is going to get quite a pounding, and you're going to give it to him. You're not allowed to cum until I say so however, and to make sure you give it your all, theres a little catch..."

Ryan let out a soft moan as Tyler finished sliding the plug into him. The Tiger continued explaining

"You're going to edge yourself, pup. You won't know when, but eventually I'll tell you to cum in the lion. If you don't finish within 15 seconds, I'm going to switch that toy with a larger one and we'll start all over again. Understand?"

The Husky nodded and reached for one of the many bottles of lube stocked on the shelf next to the bed.

"Good. I'll be back soon. You'd better be ready when I return."

Without any further explanation, the Tiger stepped out. I couldn't see exactly what was going on, but I heard the bedroom door close, and felt Ryan moving around on the bed. A few seconds later, I felt one of the Husky's paws on my back, and his already hard member being pressed against my rear. My body tensed, knowing what would come next. Ryan started to push into me, slowly at first. As the dog's thick meat started to stretch me out, I almost wanted to curse Tyler. Ryan was probably one of the most well endowed cubs of the house, and Tyler had certainly picked him because of this. The Husky sighed heavily as he continued to slide his 8" length into me, and all I could do was try to relax. Pausing only briefly once he was hilted in me, Ryan wasted little time before pulling out to his tip and doing it over again. I couldn't keep myself from letting out a small moan as he started to thrust. At least he was going slow for now...

After a few minutes of this, I heard the door open and shut again behind me. Tyler walked back into my field of vision, leading another cub on a leash. It seemed the Tiger wasn't even satisfied with two of us, and had drug Kyle, a cute little black Panther, into the room as well. Unlike Ryan and myself, who were naked aside from collars, Kyle was still wearing the usual attire for a cub: diaper, t-shirt, and of course, collar.

I watched as Tyler walked the Panther to the chair. He sat down, and ordered Kyle to kneel in front of him. The Tiger promptly unzipped is pants and pulled the Panther's muzzle onto his cock. Apparently I wasn't the only one with a stuffed muzzle. Tyler started to purr as the Panther worked his head in the Tiger's lap. Turning his attention to us, Tyler smirked.

"Pick up the pace"

**80 minutes later**

The Husky continued to whimper; the poor guy was obviously right on the edge. Lucky for him, Tyler finally gave the order,

"Cum"

Ryan instantly started to thrust much faster. He pounded furiously and seconds later let out a series of barks and moans that I'm sure the entire house heard. The Husky then collapsed on top of me, panting loudly, with his dick still buried up my rear. At the same time, Tyler let out a much more controlled, almost calculated moan as he filled Kyle's muzzle with Tiger seed. I could hear the Panther trying to swallow the Tigers load.

Petting Kyles head and panting slightly himself, Tyler told Ryan

"Good boy. Now, let the lion up"

Ryan moved as little as he could, reaching to undo the straps holding my left paw first, then my right. He slowly slid out of me, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. It was clear he was still recovering from so much exertion. I turned and shifted, reaching down to undo my lower paws. Before I could stand up, Tyler was already on his feet and walking towards the bed. He had another toy and another gag in his paw, and he spoke up to issue new orders

"Alright Ryan, trade places with the lion. Its his turn now"

The Husky whimpered loudly and flattened his ears as he looked down to see my stiff member.

Tyler could be almost sadistic sometimes, but it was hard to feel sorry for Ryan when I myself had a well-fucked and now Husky-spoo-filled rump. Tyler handed the ballgag to Ryan with one paw as he used the other to remove mine. The Husky defeatedly opened his muzzle and put the gag in. Tyler strapped it in place before turning his attention fully to me. As I turned and waited for the inevitable plugging, I contemplated how a closeted and shy college student could find himself in this position.

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Most everyone thinks back to their time in college as a crazy and hectic, but also fun and rewarding. Many find it a time of self exploration and experimentation. This is certainly the case for me.

In high school, I was rather shy and reserved. I was a bit small compared to the other lions of my age (I was only 6' whereas most of them were at least 4" above that). I was pretty skinny too, and in addition my fur is white, with black highlights (such as my tail tip), as opposed to the normal yellow and brown of the other lions. Lastly, I have no mane. I knew I was a bit different, but I tried not to let it get to me. I rarely got teased about it.

I knew I was gay, but was quite closeted even despite living in such a progressive area. I also discovered that I had an interest in several "unusual" fetishes as well. Searching around the internet as teenagers do, I found myself intrigued by idea of bondage and pet play. I also found quite a peculiar interest in diapers, and to a lesser extend some other "cub" type things like cute jammies, snuggly plushes, and the idea of being taken care of. To a high school student, these things were quite out of the norm, and while I knew I had some sort of affinity for them, I always tried to bury those thoughts. Things changed considerably when I moved out to college.

There were several reasons for my loosening up and becoming more willing to experiment as I moved out. The primary reason was that I chose a college almost 1000 miles away from my home town. In this new place, no one knew me. I could redefine who I was, and had no relationships which I had to worry about running by saying the wrong thing. I still maintained a level of shyness, but was far more open about being gay. Through both my school and the internet, I started to branch out and meet others with interests similar to mine. Being that my University was in a large city, there were of course the typical gay bars. A bit closer to my tastes, there were leather bars and clubs as well. Much to my surprise, however, there turned out to be quite a community of other furs who also enjoyed the idea of the very same "cub" stuff that I liked as well. While their existence piqued my interest, I was still quite hesitant to acknowledge that side of myself. It wasn't until my third year of college that I got the nerve to sheepishly attend a small get together of these furs for dinner one night.

I'd met the leader of the group, a Jaguar named Ian, via the internet (where else?), and he'd invited me to that night's event. Ian and I had gotten to know eachother fairly well via the internet over the last year or so. I was much less shy online. But it had taken some convincing to get me out in person this night, and it wasn't the first time he'd asked me to come hang out, but I finally accepted. We swapped pictures to be able to identify each other, and as I arrived at the restaurant I nervously looked around for the Jaguar.

"Just a simple group getting together for drinks on a Friday night", I told myself as I slowly walked over towards Ian, "nothing more."

Ian's face lit up in a grin when he saw me. He started to pad towards me as well.

"I didn't think you'd actually show up!", he exclaimed

"Well, I figured I might as well give it a shot", I replied

"Thats the spirit! C'mon, we've already got a table."

With that the Jaguar turned and headed off deep into the loud, crowded restaurant. I followed close behind, anxious about who I'd be meeting. Ian stopped at a table with two empty seats, sliding one out for me before taking his. As I sat down, I glanced around shyly. Aside from the two of us, there were a pair of Foxes, a Husky, and a Wolf. Noticing the apparel of the group, I grew slightly more nervous, but also more interested. The Husky was wearing a slim black collar with a tag I couldn't quite make out, and one of the foxes was wearing a blue collar that said "cub" in bold type across the front. Other than that, they appeared to be a relatively normal group. Ian noticed my quizzical look, and started to explain,

"The Wolf over there is Aaron, he's Ryan's Daddy". Ian motioned towards the Husky, who had turned in such a way that I could now read his tag. "Aaron's Boy".

"D-daddy?" I stuttered, somewhat confused. Before Ian could reply, Aaron laughed and nearly roared at Ian,

"God Ian, You said this kid was new, but damn!" Turning to me, he continued,

"Daddy, you know? I keep him in line, make sure he's taken care of, change him when he's a wet little diaper pup". The Wolf smirked and winked at Ryan as he said the last bit louder than the rest. The Husky folded his ears down from the teasing and turned red, but not nearly as red as I did. I'd never been party to such a conversation, and I nervously looked around to see if anyone had heard. The entirety of the table chuckled at me.

The collarless fox spoke up,

"Aww, cut him some slack. These aren't your run of the mill kinda relationships." Leaning in to offer a paw-shake, the fox introduced himself,

"I'm Jake, and this is my cub Jordan." I shook the one fox's paw, and nodded to acknowledge a cute wave from the other fox.

"Its nice to meet you", Jake continued, "I'm afraid you're in a bit of an unfair situation. Ian's told us quite a bit about you. Including how shy you are. You'll have to excuse Aaron, he likes to tease...."

The Wolf just chuckled in response. Meanwhile, I'd managed to compose myself, and stop blushing. We all went round the table describing a bit about what we do, and then buried our noses in the menus. The rest of the dinner went fairly regularly for a group of guys on a Friday. I had a good time, though I remained somewhat tense the whole time. I wasn't used to being around people who wore collars in public...

As we split ways, I exchanged contact information with the group, and even allowed Ian a nervous hug. I returned home not quite sure exactly how I felt, but knowing that I definitely enjoyed the night. When Ian invited me back again the following Friday, I was more than happy to tag along. It became somewhat of a tradition to spend Friday night out with the group, and I became more and more comfortable expressing myself and not hiding who I was.

One Friday, I received a text from Ian, explaining that it would be just the two of us that night. This was unusual, but I didn't think too much of it. When we met up, Ian seemed cheerful, and as we chatted and waited for our food, the topic of conversation inevitably drifted towards our common interests.

Ian's tone turned a tad more serious than I was used to, but still friendly. He started,

"So, you've been getting to know us better for almost 5 months now. Do you think you'd have any interest in exploring some of our more, well, crinkly affinities?"

Had we been having this conversation when we first met, I'm sure I'd have turned bright red and been unable to respond. However, now I was more intrigued than anything else. I nodded, wondering just what the Jaguar had in mind.

"Well, theres a house in the area owned by a couple Daddies and their cubs. Its quite a large place, and on the weekends they host these get togethers. The whole house is filled with cubs and Daddies. Its quite like a party; most people move around and socialize, but the whole time you are either taking the role of a cub, or a Daddy."

I just listened, simply enthralled by the idea.

"Now, I'll point out that some of the furs who show up are only interested in being an innocent cub or a caretaker Daddy. However, its 21 and over only, so many of those who show up have naughty intentions. It can be somewhat odd to have such a mix of interests, but there are some rules in the house to help sort things out. The most important rule is that any cub must listen to any Daddy there. The second most important rule is the dress code."

I tilted my head, a bit confused, and dying to know more. The Jaguar explained "Cubs can only wear one of two things. The first is just a diaper and t-shirt. The second option is a diaper and sleeper. I say option, but almost always cubs will find that they have their outfit chosen for them. In addition, every cub must wear a collar. To avoid awkward incidents, they are color coded. A collar with black on it means you are interested in doing naughty things, a collar with no black on it means you are only interested in non-yiffy interactions. This is one choice of the cubs that the Daddies must follow."

I was floored. I had no idea such a place could exist. Noticing my loss for words, Ian asked "Are you still interested? I can continue explaining the rules on naughty stuff...."

I cut Ian off "No, that won't be necessary. I think I'd like to see what its like, but I'm not really comfortable doing anything naughty..."

"Thats ok", Ian replied "most furs don't want to do anything like that their first time. Speaking of which, it starts up tonight if you'd like to come with me."

I wasn't sure what to say. It sounded like it could be a lot of fun, but it would be quite a new experience for me. I decided to go ahead and try it.

"I-I think I'll go. It sounds like I might have a good time"

Ian grinned from ear to ear.

"Really now?," said the Jaguar "and here I was thinking there was no way I'd get you to go. I'm sure you'll love it!"

We hadn't even ordered dinner yet, so Ian excitedly dropped $10 on the table and nearly grabbed my paw to drag me out the door. I followed him out to his car, and the whole way his tail was bouncing from side to side. He must have been waiting quite a while to get me to go to this thing. As we walked through the parking lot, he abruptly stopped in front of a silver Lotus. I remember Ian saying that he did some sort of business type stuff for work, but he never really mentioned he was doing this well.

We both climbed in, and Ian sped off. It couldn't have been more than an 8 minute drive. On the way, I had a few questions for the Jaguar.

"So what do most furs DO at this thing anyway?" I asked

"Well, that really depends" Ian replied, "Some cubs just want to hang out and be silly with other cubs, so they find some others to play with. Some of them want to relax and snuggle, so they find a like minded cub or Daddy. Some cubs really enjoy being taken care of, so then tend to find a Daddy and cling to him.

"And the Daddies? What do they see in this?"

"That also depends. Many Daddies like looking after cubs, but even they differ. For instance, you remember Jake? He's a chef by trade, and he loves spending all his time in the kitchen making sure the cubs are well fed. Other Daddies like corralling the mischevious cubs, or making sure they get changed when they need it. Lastly, there are Daddies like Ryan. He's gentle enough, but theres pretty much one thing he's looking to with the cubs there."

Ian didn't finish explaining, but he didn't need to; the smirk he gave me was enough explanation.

Ian turned off onto a side street, one with very few houses. As he continued down, I could barely make out a huge house, almost a mansion, through the thick trees. Even the driveway was enormous; there had to be 20 cars parked in it. I was a bit surprised as Ian drove down the entire length of it and the parked in the garage.

"You live here?"

"Oh, I must have forgotten to mention that". The Jaguar grinned from ear to ear.

"Yeah, you must have" I chuckled. "Well, I guess I'll come up and have a look around."

"Oh no, none of that", Ian interrupted, "Inside, you're either a cub or a Daddy, and YOU are definitely not the latter." The Jaguar continued to grin. "I'll make sure to show you around, but lets get one thing straight. Tonight, you're a cub. Got it?"

I hesitated, but finally replied "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" Ian tossed back.

"Er.... uh, yes, Daddy?" I said, unsure of myself.

"Good boy. Now, follow me."

I climbed out of the car and nervously followed him up a flight of stairs. We entered the house through what appeared to be a less-used side entrance. Indeed, as we stepped in, there were no furs to be seen. I looked around, and from my quick glances, Ian could see I was still a little uneasy.

"Where is everyone?" I asked

"We keep the gathering to the upstairs. Theres plenty of room, and it helps us grownups keep track of you cubs" Ian playfully fuzzled my headfur as he continued, "but before we head up, I think I have something that may interest you."

Ian opened a door off the entry way that led into a small private bar. With only the counter and 3 seats, its was almost cramped, but big enough for the two of us.

"I've noticed you're a bit of a drinker, and you seem a bit on edge, so I figured we could have a drink or two before we head upstairs?"

I simply nodded and smiled. Sitting down, I felt a bit less tense. I was glad Ian wasn't throwing me into the fray quite yet, and I do like my Amaretto sours....

As it would happen, thats exactly what Ian mixed for me. I almost chugged the first one, and as he mixed another, the Jaguar chuckled. "Alot of cubs are like you their first time. They find it hard to relax and be docile enough to fall into their cub role. Fortunately, drinking is one of the few "grownup" things we still let cubs do."

I simply nodded in response, sipping my second drink. We chatted for probably 40 minutes; the conversation mainly consisting of Ian describing the different rooms open to us upstairs. There was a kitchen, of course, and three separate living rooms complete with couches, tv's and piles of plushes. There were also three changing rooms with attached closets for clothes and appropriate other apparel, such as a supply of color-coded collars, and some more items for use on naughtier cubs. 5 bathrooms were upstairs, but those, in addition to the 4 bedrooms, were off limits to cubs without Daddies accompanying them. So off limits in fact, that there was a "Daddy key" given to each Daddy that could unlock them. There was a large patio spanning one side of the house, but that too was off limits to lone cubs. Lastly, there was an upstairs bar as well, which was, of course, off limits to lone cubs as well.

I was sort of curious about how, with so many different furs in charge, things didn't get out of hand. Certainly, some furs had to be in relationships, and I'm sure some of the cubs were more willing to do certain things than other cubs. Ian explained that any cub with a black collar had a small tag attached to it. On this tag was a simple printed code. The top line was the cub's limits, the middle line was the cub's preferences, and the bottom line was any special orders or instructions from the cub's Daddy. Lastly, Ian detailed the safety word and motion.

By the time Ian was done describing the layout, where cubs were allowed by themselves, and the way they made sure no one overstepped any bounds, I had a small pile of glasses in front of me. I didn't realize it, but I had been knocking the drinks back pretty quick. I still felt fine, only slightly buzzed, but it became apparent that I needed to find a bathroom. I let Ian know this, and he stood up and took me by the paw, and led my upstairs.

I assumed that the Jaguar was going with me so that he could unlock one of the bathrooms. As we neared the top of the stairs, I could hear some soft music playing in the background. The lighting was pleasently dim, but not dark. As we got up to second floor, we stepped into a hallway. Off to the right was one of the living rooms. It had to have at least 4 couches in it, and I could see various furs playing on the floor, snuggling on the couch, and watching TV. Probably two thirds of them were very obviously diapered, but the other third were fully clothed. I could only assume they were Daddies. I had little time to think before Ian tugged me down the hall to the left. All I could see was a row of doors. We stepped two doors down from the stairs, but to my surprise, Ian didn't unlock. Instead, he simply turned the knob and opened the door. Inside was clearly not a bathroom. I soon recognized the large piece of furniture in the center of the room; it was a changing table. This one seemed to be particularly nice. It had a cushioned top, drawers under it, and what seemed to be fur-line cuffs at the corners. Against the wall was a dresser, and I could see the door to the closet in the back.

"I uh.. I said I needed to go to the bathroom" I timidly announced to the Jaguar.

"I know you did. And the longer you stand there, the longer its going to take me to diaper you. Now get your cute butt up on the table.

"B-but..."

"No buts, mister. Cubs stay in diapers; its part of the rules. Now, up on the table."

"Erf.... okay..." I replied. The sudden transition to cub status was a bit difficult for me. Fortunately, the drinks seemed to be helping a bit, and I started to pad over to the changing table.

"What was that?" the Jaguar demanded

"I mean, yes, Daddy."

With that, I sat down on top of the table. The Jaguar didn't hesitate for a second before starting to take my clothes off. I wasn't too uncomfortable when he started with my shoes. Then my socks. He left my shirt on, but when the Jaguar reached to undo the button on my pants, I whimpered ever so slightly and started to blush. Ian stopped to reassure me.

"Don't worry Lion, I've done this to plenty of cubs. It'll only take a second."

I felt him place one paw on my chest to lean me back. I decided it would be easiest just to lay down and close my eyes. I rested my head against the soft cushion of the table as the Jaguar skillfully removed my pants. He then quickly spread a crinkly disposable diaper on the table. Though my eyes were closed, I could clearly hear the plastic crinkling. Even more, though, I could smell the baby powder. Despite my nervousness, I started to grow a little hard from the attention. Fortunately, it seemed the Jaguar ignored this, and he simply said "Butt up, kitty."

I lifted my rump and heard the diaper slide under me. A split second later came "Ok, back down". As I rested back down on the table, I could feel the soft back of the diaper under me. I had to admit, it felt good. The Jaguar powdered me some more and taped up the front.

"All done! See, was that so bad?"

I sat up a bit and shook my head. The drinks were starting to get to me, and I had to admit it felt good being cared for.

"Couple more things before we can let you go. The first, are these."Ian held up a set of thick, padded leather mitts. "These can really help you get into the cub mood. You should be asking the Daddies around here for anything you need anyway, but with these on you won't really have any other options. Besides, they look adorable."

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but for reasons beyond me, I consented. Ian slid the mitts over my paws, strapped them tight, and then locked them on.

"All the locks in the house, even these small ones, can be opened with a Daddy key. If you ever need out of the mitts, just find and adult, ok?"

I simply nodded, as I was busy wriggling my paws around in the mitts and seeing just how helpless I now was.

"Good. The very last thing we have to do before I can let you go." The Jaguar produced a collar from underneath the table. It appeared to be solid baby blue. I knew the rules, so I leaned forward so Ian could put the collar on me. Unexpectedly, he didn't.

"Now, I know you pretty well after all our chats online. I'd like to do something for you that I think will make you enjoy the night much more, but you have to promise to do your best to stick with it. Do you think you can do that?"

I should have been more worried about his vague description, but after all this time I trusted Ian. In this case, it was definitely the alcohol that made me say it, but I simply replied "I'll do my best". I don't think I've ever seen a more delighted expression on anyone's face. I felt the collar being wrapped around my neck and buckled in place, followed by the click of a third lock. I was somewhat surprised when Ian asked me to stand up and look at myself in the mirror.

I can't honestly say I didn't like what I saw. Diapers and t-shirts really ARE a cute combination, especially when combined with mitts. I was about to ask what Ian was going to do for me, but then I noticed it. He had reversed my collar so the inside now showed out. It was still baby blue, but had a thick, black stripe running along the middle. From the ring in the middle hung a tag. I couldn't make out the letters on it, not that would be able to tell what they meant even if I could.

"Whats on the tag?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Oh, I think its better if you don't know. Don't worry, I was careful to set limits I know you're okay with, but if at any time you really want to stop, you know the safeword. Beyond that though, it'll just add to your experience not knowing whats going to happen. Now, I'm going to the kitchen. You can follow me if you want, but you don't have to."

The Jaguar opened the door, leaving it open for me to follow, but I was still standing by the mirror. My bladder had reminded me of its problem, and I'd reluctantly started to wet. Ian seemed to pick up on this, as he didn't say anything. I stood still, blushing and looking down at my paws as I made my diaper soggy.

"All done?" Ian nearly cheered

"Yes, Daddy..."

I rather sheepishly padded out behind him. It was quite an interesting feeling wearing the mitts and just a t-shirt barely obscuring my diaper. The soft, lush carpet felt good on my bare feetpaws, and somehow the knowledge that I was almost completely helpless felt somewhat liberating. Still feeling quite shy though, I followed close behind Ian, nearly clinging to him.

"Aww, don't wanna go wander off on your own? Thats ok, you're probably hungry anyway. The kitchen is just around this corner."

As we walked down the hall, we passed a Daddy Jackal leading a very wet otter by the paw. I started to blush just from having someone else see me in such a condition, but the pair we passed didn't even look twice. They went into the changing room we had just come out of, and closed the door. As I followed Ian, we passed through the same living room I had seen earlier. I could see cubs snuggled up asleep on one couch, a Daddy and some more cubs watching cartoons from another, and yet even more cubs playing with the plushes strewn about on the floor. The room seemed to have a soft but constant buzz of activity. It was quite a sight, and even though I was excited to perhaps take part in it, I was gripped by bashfulness.

Now, I literally clung to Ian, holding onto his arm with both my mitted paws. As we stepped into the kitchen, the Jaguar commented "you have no idea how cute you are being right now". He led me over to a seat at the counter in the middle of the kitchen and had me sit down. There were furs everywhere in here as well. I could see some grownups chatting over the kitchen table, and a few more getting dinner for their cubs. Ian stepped into the pantry, and for the first time I was alone in this sea of furs.

I felt torn. Instinctively, I wanted to hide. But at the same time, I really wanted to explore my cub side. I knew the Daddies here would take care of me, and that I shouldn't be shy. I continued contemplating my situation for a minute, but was rescued from my thoughts when I saw a familiar fox.

"Lion! I'm glad you decided to come!". It was Jake.

"Yeah, I'm still not sure how I feel about this...." I replied

Jake scoffed playfully, "Not sure? Bah, don't give me that. It looks like Ian even got you in some mitts and a special collar. Thats not 'unsure'!" I felt a fox paw playfully fuzzle my headfur. It seems that Daddies like to do that....

"Yeah, well.... I promised him I'd do my best to have a good time."

The fox acknowledged me with an "mmmhmmm"; he had turned around to finish cutting something up on the counter. He turned back with a pizza tray, but the slices had been cut up to bite size. The fox explained,

"Easier for cubs to eat! Are you hungry?"

"Uh huh!" I nodded, feeling a little more accustomed to my role.

The fox looked down and grinned at my mitted paws.

"I guess a little lion is gonna need some help eating his dinner, isn't he?

I flattened my ears part way, but nodded again, "Uh huh....."

The fox just smiled and picked up one of the bite size pieces, holding it in front of my muzzle. Since my dinner with Ian had been interrupted, I was quite hungry. I eagerly leaned forward and used my front teeth to nibble it out of Jake's paw. Tilting my head back, I hungrily chewed on the pizza. It was much better than I expected. Jake had probably made this from scratch, and I started to twitch my tail as I waited for him to feed me another piece.

Jake seemed more than happy to make sure got all the pizza I wanted, and I was quite happy to finally eat some dinner. I nearly forgot that I was being fed like a little cub. After I'd had enough, instead of telling Jake that I was full, I simply nuzzled his paw.

"Get enough lion?"

I nodded, and once again just said "Uh huh"

"Good. I need to get back to cooking. You should go meet some of the other cubs. I'm sure you'll fit in; everyone here is very friendly."

I hesitantly stood up and looked around. I could see two of the living rooms from here, and I decided it would be easier to meet some of the furs in the less crowded of the two. As I started to shyly shuffle out of the kitchen, Jake had one last thing to tell me.

"If you're feeling shy, I suggest finding a plush to carry around. It seems to help you cubs relax"

"Thanks Jake" I replied

"You're welcome kitty. Have fun!"

I continued into the living room. I was too timid to approach any of the groups, but I noticed one Daddy, an Otter, sitting on one of the couches by himself, just watching the cubs. To help get my nerves up, I took Jake's advice and picked up a lion plush off the floor. Holding the plush rather tightly to my chest, I slowly padded over to the Otter. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I figured he would be easier to introduce myself to than the other cubs. Fortunately, I didn't need to worry about it.

It must have been obvious that I was new to this whole thing, and that I was feeling a little uncomfortable, because even before I had thought about what I was going to say, the Otter turned to me,

"You look a bit lost there little guy. Want to come sit up here with me?"

The warm greeting brought a smile to my face. I happily sat down right next to the Otter. I somewhat wanted to snuggle up to him, but still felt a bit out of place. Again, I needn't have worried, as just after I sat down, the Otter slid one of his large paws around my side and gently pulled me down so I was laying against him with my head resting on his shoulder. I started to purr lowly, and wrapped my paws around him.

"First time here?"

I just nodded, purring louder as I got comfortable on the couch. The Otter chuckled and reached over to softly pet my sides.

"Theres no need to be so shy, we don't bite. Well... not unless its on your tag"

I looked up to see a playfully winking face, and felt a paw flick the tag on my collar.

"I'm not that sort of Daddy though. I just like to make sure the cubs have a good time. That Tiger over there on the other hand...."

The Otter was looking at a Tiger in the kitchen who was chatting with another Daddy.

"Tyler!", he called out into the kitchen "can you come over here?"

I looked up curiously at the Otter, wondering what he meant, but he was watching Tyler. The Tiger had stood up and was walking over to us.

"What do you need, Matt?"

The Otter, apparently named Matt, patted my side and said "Well, I have a first-timer lion here who seems to need an introduction. I thought maybe you'd enjoy showing him around."

"Hmm. I suppose I could handle that."

I'd been a bit anxious about what Matt had meant about the Tiger, but Tyler seemed gentle enough. That is, until he leaned down and inspected my collar. The Tiger perked up his ears as he lifted my tag to read it, and his tone turned almost devious as he stated,

"I think you better come with me, lion."

Tyler produced a slim black leash from his pocket, which he clipped onto my collar. As he stood waiting, I hesitantly slid away from the Otter and got up.

"Leave the plush"

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I dropped the plush lion on the couch, wondering what was to happen. Tyler tugged on the leash, and we headed away from the kitchen to what I could only assume was a bedroom. The Tiger unlocked and opened the door, stepping and pulling the leash close behind him. The room was fairly simple, with just a bed near the back and a dresser at the front. Next to the bed, a shelf was mounted on the wall. On it I could see many different types of lube, and quite a few toys. Tyler led me to the bed, and pulled me onto it with the leash. I timidly followed him, but was reassured by a gentle paw stroking my fur as the Tiger pulled me close. We layed spooning, and Tyler continued to pet my sides with one paw as his other clipped my mitted paws to a ring at the top of the bed.

I was actually somewhat glad to be in a quiet area with just one fur watching me, and I closed my eyes and started to purr as the Tiger snuggled around me. Tyler's paws traced along my side, softly scritching my fur. I felt the Tiger affectionately nuzzle the back of my neck.

"Are you having a good time lion?"

"Uh huh"

"Some cubs find this place a bit overwhelming at first. Are you sure you're doing ok?"

"Yes Daddy" I replied a bit sleepily. The snuggling had helped me relax quite a bit. Purring happily in the Tiger's paws, I felt like I could fall asleep. Because of the way the Tyler had grinned at my tag, I thought he'd drug me off to do something naughty, but my diaper was still on so I was now fairly sure I could just continue relax.

My thoughts were interupted by the sound of Tyler using one of his claws to tear a small hole in the back of my padding, and saying,

"Just what I wanted to hear."

Tyler pushed his already hard cock through the hole in my diaper and up against my tailhole. Taking advantage of my position, the stealthy tiger had already lubed himself up while my eyes were closed and I was purring too loud to hear what he was doing.

"Now, lets see if we can't get you to have some fun with the rest of the experience"

The Tiger wrapped his arm around my front, holding me tight as he started to push into me. I whined quietly, wriggling my paws helplessly in the mitts. Tyler's arm gripped me tight, but he pushed forward ever so slowly, and he taunted me as he stretched me out,

"Cute noises like that are only gonna get you more of the same kitty...."

The Tiger worked his full length into me. He stayed hilted and leaned in to whisper into my ear,

"But you like that, don't you? Let me hear it again"

Tyler shifted his paw down from my tummy, teasing along the front of my soggy diaper before squeezing my hard cock though the padding. I whined again, much louder this time. The Tiger pawwed firmly at my front, and with his member still hilted in me, it didn't take long before I slid fully out of my sheath and tented the front of my diaper.

"Thaaaaats a good boy...." the Tiger teased as he listened to my whimpers. Holding me by the front of my diaper now, he began to thrust. Tyler used slow, powerful thrusts, asserting his control over me without even having to say anything. Every time he pushed into me, it forced my stiff cock into the soft inner lining of my diaper, causing me to whimper, whine, and squirm. This drove the Tiger to hump harder. Every time I made a sound, he stroked the front of my diaper again. I lost myself in the attention, giving in completely to the Tiger. I don't know how much time passed, but soon I was almost over the edge. My near frantic panting must have tipped off Tyler, as he moved his paw back to my tummy.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself cub, but you won't be doing that yet. We can't let you have all the fun...."

Tyler increased his pace, now pounding for the first time. It was clear that he'd been waiting just to tease me, and it wasn't long before I felt my tailhole being flooded. The Tiger moaned, though not as loud as I would have expected. Ever in control it seemed, Tyler squeezed me tight as he finished. His moan faded to a low growl, and the Tiger gave me a firm bite on the shoulder. It wasn't too hard, not nearly breaking the skin, but it was enough to remind me that he was in charge. I whined one last time at the bite, and Tyler gave my squishy front a final stroke before pulling out of me. I slowly turned to see what he was up to, but as soon as I started to shift, the Tiger scolded,

"Stay down, cub. Lay face down."

I did as I was told, rolling so my crinkly butt was exposed. I hoped maybe Tyler would change me; I was quite soaked, and now the back of my padding was sticky as well. No such luck it seemed, as I shortly heard a roll of tape being unwound.

Keeping in position like a good lion, I felt the Tiger place two strips of tape across the hole in the back of my diaper. He then unclipped my mitts from the bed, and tugged my leash again to get me to stand up. As I moved off the bed, I look down behind me. Across my butt, just behind my tailhole, was taped a neat baby-blue "X". It was quite a bit bigger than it needed to be, and Tyler chuckled to himself as I looked at it. He unclipped the leash on my collar and said,

"You'll fit in well here, kitty. I'm done with you, for now..."

I blushed a bit, looking down at my paws

"But I think Aaron will want to see you. You've met him, right?"

I just nodded.

Changing his tone of voice to tease me yet again, the Tiger cooed,

"Does a little cub think he can handle finding the Wolf?"

I nodded once more. Tyler seemed satisfied, and reached to open the door. He gave me a light pat on the rump to get me going. I stepped out into the hall, and decided to check one of the other living rooms for Aaron, as I hadn't seen him yet tonight. I'd only made it a few feet before I heard a click and a whimper behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see that Tyler had attached his leash to a German Shepard. I could only imagine what that dog was in for as I continued down the hall.

Stepping into the living room near the stairs, I scanned for Aaron. I caught a glimpse of a wolf in the corner, and padded closer to see if it was him. It turned out to be another wolf, and as I went to leave for another room, I heard some giggling from the floor next to me. I looked down to see Jordan, who was eyeing the X on the back of my diaper.

"Having fun tonight?" the Fox laughed. Avoiding any reply, I asked

"Have you seen Aaron around?

"No, I haven't. Why, didn't get enough yet?

Foxes..... I just stuck my tongue out in response as I turned to leave.

"I'll take that as a no" Jordan giggled as I walked out of the room. "Have fun!"

There was another living room just off the kitchen, which I headed towards. Every time I passed another fur, I could have sworn I heard them laughing and giggling at the back of my diaper. I walked faster, hoping to find Aaron sooner. Hopefully he at least would give me a change.

Fortunately for me, I saw a familiar Wolf sitting on a love seat. Next to him, snuggled up to the Wolf, was a Husky that I also recognized. It was Aaron and Ryan. Ryan saw me appraoching and sat up to make room.

"Have a seat" said Ryan.

I was more than happy to do so, as it would hide my backside. I didn't sit quick enough though, because as I moved to snuggle up between the two canines, Aaron said,

"Have a run in with a Tiger did we?"

I blushed as Ryan giggled and Aaron smirked.

"Yeah...." I muttered shyly, "and he sent me over to you"

"Did he now?" Aaron replied, apparently not expecting this. The Wolf leaned down to read my collar.

"Well, I better not let a lion go neglected.

Aaron started to stand up, "C'mon Ryan, its this cub's first night here, and I think we should get him to bed"

Ryan stood up, and gently guided me up with him. We both followed Aaron out of the living room and back down the hall. We passed back by the bedroom that Tyler had taken me in, and as I stepped in front of the door I could hear whimpering and happy barking. That Tiger is almost scary....

Aaron paused to unlock a nearby bedroom. The three of us stepped inside, and Aaron sprawled himself out on the bed, calling for us to lay down with him. I again found myself in the middle, sandwiched between the two. Aaron was laying face up, and I draped my arm over him, snuggling happily. Ryan laid behind me and spooned.

"Ryan, I think you should make sure that the lion is ready for bed" said Aaron.

If I hadn't had by muzzle pressed against the Wolf's chest, I might have noticed him exchange a wink with Ryan. Aaron placed his arm over mine, snuggling back with me. He held me tight, and I once more closed my eyes and started to purr. I felt Ryan's paw gently rub my sides. Just as I was thinking the night was finally over, a Husky paw snaked its way under my shirt and down the front of my padding, grasping my still hard cock. I reflexively whined, wiggling a bit. As he started stroking me, Ryan softly stated,

"Ssshhh lion.... its time for bed."