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A lion and a wolf sat across from each other at a small Victorian eatery. The pair wore outfits from their college football team, but neither of them actually played the sport. They'd both tried out but had summarily failed. It was not as if they weren't athletic. It was just that they'd never actually put in the work to be good at it.

The two college bros had met in an English 101 class and became fast friends, sharing their love for the college lifestyle. The two were now in-between classes after failing a few and trying to find a different way to support themselves. Their latest adventure? Youtube influencing.

"Hey everybody, K-dawg here with my buddy King," the black wolf said, holding the camera vertical in his paw.

"Yo," the lion said, leaning into frame a second after the cue.

"And today we're going to be doing the-" the wolf continued looking over to the lion.

"Restaurant bread challenge," the pair said, off-unison.

"Cut!" the wolf said, laying the phone down. "Come on, Rava. We've got to say it at the same time or people are gonna think we're half-assing this."

"That was your fault, Kevin!" the lion said, rolling his eyes. "I was counting to three and you ignored me."

"You can't count to three silently! That's dead air, dude!" the wolf insisted.

"Excuse me sirs," a weasel asked from beside the table. "Will you be ordering anything today?"

"No. Just bread. Although we might ask for something afterwards to wash it down with. We're sort of Youtube famous. You'll want to comp that," the wolf said, lowering his sunglasses to regard the weasel.

"You...tube?" the weasel asked, regarding the pair of men strangely. "I'm afraid that you'll need to leave after settling up if you don't plan on purchasing anything else from the kitchen. The other patrons are quite perturbed by your egregious mannerisms and unruly state of dress. As an aside, I see you've already partaken in a fair amount of our product. I should note that there is a minimum sitting fee of £20."

Rava stood up, "look, you've got to advertise-" he feinted to say. He jerked to the side, grabbing the basket of bread as he suddenly broke for the restaurant door. Shocked, Kevin hastily followed, barely making it into the door of their car before Rava floored it.

"What the hell, dude?!" Kevin asked, righting himself in the passenger seat of the car as Rava recklessly drove down the brick road.

"They would've just made you do dishes or something. It's not like I left you to die, dude. Besides, I saw you eyeing the basket for the same reason. Don't even play."

"Where would I have gone? You have the car keys, you idiot."

"Don't call me that you stupid mutt." Rava replied, brakechecking the unbuckled wolf so that his muzzle hit the dashboard.

"Ouch! Why are you so sensitive?" The wolf yelped, holding his muzzle and begrudgingly buckling himself in.

"Stop!" Rava cried.

"No you!" came the beleaguered reply, "I'm not doing anything!"

"No, stop!" the lion repeated, pointing to the fuel gauge.

From the ¼ tank mark, the line precipitously dropped. The canine looked out the window behind them, seeing a chunk of metal sticking up from the ground from half a mile back and a steady trickle of gas on the brick road.

"What the...who even makes brick roads anymore? We should sue this town!" Kevin groaned in unison with Rava, their vehicle coming to a stop in front of an old mansion.

Rava was the first to hop out. He shouted to the first person in sight - a young mouse in old-fashioned attire standing at the open gateway to the mansion. "Hey, you!"

The mouse regarded them with a mix of confusion and trepidation. "Yes, sirs?"

"Where is there a mechanic? My car just broke down from your town's stupid uneven road."

"A mechanic?" the mouse asked, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, you're from the outside world. But how'd you get here?"

"We followed the road, duh!?" Kevin said, getting out of the car as well to approach the mouse.

"But...all the roads are dirt. How'd you get here in that?"

Rava's face beamed and he smugly rubbed his finger across his snout, "well, I'm sort of famous where I'm from as an off-road driver. You could say I'm a bit of a pro."

Kevin rolled his eyes. They'd gotten lost at night and the cat was too proud to admit that they didn't know where they were. It was dumb bad luck that had gotten them here.

The mouse's face looked as if he was looking at his savior. Kevin facepalmed but didn't say anything about the boastful lying that his partner in crime was somehow pulling off. "Listen kid, you live here or something?"

"I guess so," he said nervously, showing off the ticket it in his paws.

"Wait a second. So what - you won a stay at this place or something?" Kevin asked.

"Well...sort of, yeah. No one lives there anymore and I'm supposed to stay here now."

The pair of adults looked at each other and back at the mansion. There was probably a lot of stuff to steal in there to pay for the car repairs and maybe even a whole new car. "Hey kid. It sounds like you don't really want to stay in that boring house, do you?" the wolf asked.

"No...I'd rather not, actually," he said, slumping over a bit as he fiddled with the ticket.

"What say you hand us that ticket? We're sort of Youtube famous. We'll make good use of it," Rava said, sidling up to the kid and placing his thumb and forefinger on the ticket.

"R-really?" the mouse said, his face beaming. "You'd do that for me?"

The pair could barely believe their luck. Both of them laughed nervously, regarding each other. "Sure, kid." In truth, Rava was planning on snatching it and threatening to beat up the kid if he didn't leave, but this worked out much better.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" the mouse repeated, nuzzling Rava's stomach. "Go on in! It's all yours!" he cried, bounding down the streets in excitement.

The pair of furs walked through the gate, hearing the ominous closing of the gate behind them. "Did you?" Rava asked, looking back to the gate.

Kevin shrugged, "must've been the kid. Who cares? We're rich! We're gonna rob this place for a fortune!"

"Shhhh!" the lion hushed, putting his paw over the wolf's mouth. "Let's go inside and make sure this place actually has anything worthwhile inside. Besides, if that kid was pranking us or something, he'd still be around to hear you say that."

"As if we'd get pranked. We're like the prank masters, bro!" Kevin said, strolling up to the door. "But I agree. We should check out the spoils. Let me just get this on vid..." The wolf's face went white as he realized he'd left his phone at the diner. It was their shared and only phone. Rava would be pissed if he found out. Nonchalantly, he opened the door to the mansion and stepped through.

Locking the door behind him to give himself some time for the lion to forget, he surveyed the room. It was a foyer featuring a grand staircase, a gleaming and reflective chandelier and a rug that hugged each branching corridor. Kevin's mouth agape, he started walking through the illustrious corridors. There was so much stuff here. Golden menorahs, actual silverware, crystal decorations. Kevin had an uncle who was loaded who had this sort of stuff in his house.

He'd need the lion to carry most of the stuff out, especially secretly. Kevin came back to the door to let him in, but it was unlocked. Had the lion come in? Not that he cared either way.

Climbing to the top of the grand staircase to wait from up high, the wolf regarded the large portrait that served as the centerpiece of the room. It was a large tiger in very formal Victorian clothing. The tiger was a handsome man who's man primarily clung to the ridges at the bottom of his muzzle. The black stripes that decorated his orange fur looked groomed and well kempt. His suit was expensive and old with a floral decoration on his lapel. His tie had an ornate golden button, fastening to his pressed undershirt. Accompanied on his right side, there was a diamond-topped cane that the tiger's large paw grasped firmly. The expression of the tiger left little to the imagination - he was a very serious businessman to be respected. To his side, you could make out the face of a small mouse - very much like the one he'd just met. In fact, almost exactly like him. The difference was that this one had to be younger, at least in the wolf's opinion. The mouse in the photo was wearing an old-fashioned cloth diaper, bonnet, and binky and was clinging to the tiger protectively.

As Kevin stared at the large cane in the tiger's paw, his first thought was that it would be worth a large sum if they could find that in the house. However, the second thought as he stared at the large gem made him reconsider the large tiger. He was pretty handsome. The mouse must've been lucky.

Kevin shook his head. No. That wasn't right. The mouse in the picture was still very obviously too old for diapers. There was no reason to envy him. Kevin laughed, walking back to the railing that overlooked the front door. The halls echoed with the laughter and there was a clatter in the distance. The clack of loud shoes and a strange second tapping, distinct from the sound of footsteps yet accompanied by every other step. The unnerving sound spooked the wolf. His hackles stood on end and there was an obvious tremble in his voice. "Come on, Rava. I know you got in through a back door or some stupid other prank. I found you out. You can come out now."

The wolf gulped, hearing the sounds of loud footsteps coming down the hallway, echoing through the halls. Despite his instincts, he couldn't get his feet to move or to turn around. "Hey Rava, quit it. I know it's you! You got me, bro!"

A set of paws gingerly caressed Kevin's shoulders and he yowled in terror.

---

"Hey, wait up!" Rava said from behind the door as it closed behind the wolf. "Vid?" he considered, recalling the last thing Kevin said before entering. "This guy's gonna prank me, isn't he? He went in first so he can hide. Like hell I'm gonna let you catch me on film surprised!" he cried, opening the door to a similar sight that greeted Kevin.

"Daaaaang. This place is nice," the lion said, traveling down the hallway towards the smell of food. "Are there even maids in this place? Score! We'll just need to fleece them too once we're done."

Following the scent, Rava passed by a number of paintings depicting a Victorian-era tiger holding various small furs in strange baby clothing. "Weird taste in art for whoever owned this place last," he chuckled. When he reached his destination, he found himself in a room with a cast-iron pot boiling up some strange mixture of mushy vegetables. To the side, he noticed something strange - a baby bottle filled with milk in a boiling pot to warm it up. And while Rava thought it odd, he continued on to the scent that he was searching for. A blueberry pie sitting on the counter. Showing little abandon, the lion dug into it, his face and paws turning bright blue from the vibrant coloring of the fruit's juices.

"Ahhh," he sighed, having devoured half of it swiftly. He could get used to a lifestyle like this. He thought he should probably go find the wolf, though. He was probably lost or something. What had he even been doing earlier? There was a reason he was looking for him, wasn't there?

Meandering through the halls, Rava returned to the grand staircase, walking up the set of stairs to regard the weird painting. "Huh..." he said, seeing the same tiger he'd seen in most of the paintings. However, in this one, there was a much larger fur with a very recognizable patch of dyed blonde hair peeking out from underneath his bonnet. Was that Kevin?

He heard a yowling then. That noise was definitely Kevin. He sounded distressed. And he was on this floor. Curious, Rava approached the door that sounded like the source of the noise. "You in there, bud?"

With no response, the lion opened the door. He immediately burst out laughing at what he saw.

The wolf was standing up with his legs buckled, pissing his cloth diaper inside a locked crib. At first, he didn't seem to recognize the lion, but life came to his eyes after a few moments. "Thank God! Rava, you have to help me!"

"Oh hell no, dude. This is going to be perfect for Youtube. I've got to find a phone. Where is ours, anyway?" he said, wiping away his tears with blueberry now coating a part of the top of his muzzle near where he'd wiped.

"Dude, no! Forget about that! Where have you even been? How many days has it been?" Kevin said, suddenly realizing his state of dress in the crib, prompting him to pull up the childish blankie inside to barely cover his shame.

"Come on. It's only been like 10 minutes- tops."

The sound of echoing footsteps started from down the hallway and Kevin pointed to the closet, whispering. "You've got to hide! Please!"

The lion sighed and made his way to the closet. "Whatever skit he was doing had better be worth it," he thought. He closed the slotted wooden closet and peeked out between the gaps.

A familiar dapper gentleman wielding a cane came into the nursery and reached between the bars of the cage to pet Kevin's head. "That's the man from the paintings!" Rava thought to himself. What was he doing here? The mouse had said that no one lived here anymore but all the art in the house depicted him.

"Such a good nappy boy," the tiger said, petting Kevin's head a few times before his paws explored lower, steadily making their way towards Kevin's wet diaper. "I see my little nappy boy cried out when he wet himself like instructed."

A whimper escaped the wolf's maw and the tiger leaned in closer to inspect his face. "Oh? What's this then? Broken free of my spell, have you?" The tiger's paw groped more insistently at the wolf's trapped and soggy penis which began to tent. "You and I both know it's only a matter of time until you come back under it. Why don't you save the both of us some time and obey your daddy."

The tiger extended clacked the cane against the ground once and a purple flash of light filled the air. Kevin's eyes seemed to lose their luster and he leaned forward more hunch-backed, humping into the tiger's paw. "Yes, daddy. I'm a good nappy-boy daddy."

From the closet, Rava stared at the strange light. A line of drool had formed. It was only once his -blueberry-covered paw was inserted into his maw in a suckling action that he was able to shake himself free from his stupor. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry out. Was this a prank? If it was, it was far more embarrassing for Kevin, right? Why would he even do this? And what was that with him sucking on his paw like that?

"Good nappy-boy. Since you've been naughty, there will be no stickies for you, understood?" the tiger said, lowering the gate of the crib to sit down.

"Yes daddy," came the autonomous yet somehow dejected response from the hypnotized wolf.

"Good boy. Now drink from your baba for daddy,"

If there was a doubt in his mind as to whether something was wrong in this moment, it vanished. He watched as the wolf hungrily suckled on the baby bottle while laying prone on the tiger's lap.

The tiger shifted the cane and Rava watched as the wet diaper unpinned itself from Kevin, flying through the air into a nearby hamper. If the eeriness of the situation wasn't more pressing, Rava might've laughed at the canine's shaved crotch. It didn't say exposed for long, anyway. A wet towel flew in from the open door and wiped down the wolfs wet crotch. A metal tin containing baby powder similarly ghosted itself to the helpless tiger, the powdery stuff perfectly coating his crotch. Finally, another cloth diaper flew down from the shelf and pinned itself onto the suckling wolf.

"That's my good baby boy. You'll be in your nappies forever," the tiger said, touching his nose to the wolf's with his expression softening ever so slightly.

"Yes daddy," Kevin cooed upon finishing the bottle. His arms rose up in the universal sign for "uppies" and the tiger obliged. Seemingly effortlessly, the barely taller tiger lifted the wolf, allowing the canine to wrap his diapered legs around him while he caressed his bottom and patted his back.

"That's my big nappy boy," the tiger said, shifting the wolf to one arm as he checked his analog watch. "It's getting close to my little champ's bedtime. Does my little boy need anything else before I put you back in your crib?"

"Binky!" Kevin cried with a childlike wonder, allowing the tiger to set him down on the crib.

From the closet, Rava had to suppress a cry of fright, looking to his side where there was a stash of baby things including a pacifier. Paws over his muzzle, the lion closed his eyes as the sound of that cane came closer step by step.

"Ah, here he is," the tiger called out in a baby-talk voice, slow and higher-pitched for Kevin's sake.

"Yay!" the wolf cried, clapping as the stuffed tiger was delivered into his arms. "I wuv my Binky!"

Rava exhaled as quietly as he could, thanking whatever god had saved him from that predicament.

"I know you do. And I love you, my little nappy boy," the tiger said, delivering a kiss to the wolf's forehead and raising the bars of the crib.

"I wuv you too daddy!" the wolf said, popping his thumb into his muzzle and nestling into his blankie and stuffed toy.

The tiger took a few steps, his distinctive cane and dress shoes making their trademark sound at his passage. He stopped at the door. "Blueberry pie? Hmmm. Strange to be smelling it from here." The tiger then continued his stride down the hallway from whence he came.

Rava burst from the closet as calmly as he could muster, lowering the gate of Kevin's crib. "Come on, man, we have to get out of here. The door is right there!" he said, tugging on the wolf's arm. "Snap out of it!"

Kevin's eyes did not change or even regard the lion and instead only moved to make himself more comfortable once the tugging had stopped.

"Please, Kevin! Come on!" the lion said, slapping the wolf.

The wolf let out a howling sound and at first the lion ignored it. Until the sound of the tiger's approach returned.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Rava said, getting on all fours and scurrying out of the room like a feral, nearly slipping on the rug and bunching it up on his way downstairs.

The tapping sounds of footsteps grew ever closer and remembering the purple flash of light, the lion knew not to turn around.

Rava pulled, banged and shoved at the front door, but it simply wouldn't open. There weren't any windows and he could hear the sound of that cane descending the staircase. "Get away from me!" he cried, not looking back but instead pulling on the door with all his might. "I want no part of this!"

The voice was calm and unconcerned. "But you entered the house. You can only do that if you're part of the sacrifice. And the sacrifice must be willing."

"Well I'm not willing!" Rava said, turning around to face the tiger who was now halfway down the staircase. Panting heavy breaths, he looked for another path, but no matter which way he looked, he found that his legs would no longer obey him.

"I suppose we'll find out shortly, won't we? Just like your friend did. Tell me, how do you like my painting?"

Rava looked up to the centerpiece where once he'd seen a depiction of his friend in baby gear beside the familiarly-dressed tiger. It had changed. There was now a lion on the opposite side of the wolf both of them in the babyish attire and both clinging longingly at the tiger. The lion collapsed to the ground and closed his eyes, hearing the patter of the cane until it was right in front of him. There was a purple flash of light and it penetrated even into his closed eyes.

"Who's your daddy?"

---

Jerry stood at the gates of the Victorian mansion several weeks later. He'd returned one last time after he'd sold out the two men to their fate. He didn't regret his decision, but he knew that the pair of them didn't really understand the commitment as outsiders. And so he watched one last time. Partly because he didn't know whether the entity that protected the town would accept the outsiders as sacrifices and partly because there was a part of him that envied them.

He pulled out his phone - the same phone that Kevin had left at the diner and had been offered to the mouse along with the duo's car when they'd taken his place. He vaguely understood how the thing worked at first and had become proficient in the time since. Wanting to take a picture to remember the life he might've had, he turned on the camera and held it sideways, tapping the screen to confirm the shot. Looking at the captured photo he looked up with his own eyes. There, for just an instant, he saw a lion with a vacant expression suckling on a pacifier before the blinds closed over the window.

That life was behind him now. Hopping in to the seat of his car, the mouse started driving. To where, he didn't know. But not here. He didn't deserve the Victorian's protection after what he'd done.

---

Jerry was guided out of town by some of the outsiders that he'd met which supplied the town from time to time. He'd always been obsessed with the outside world but knew that locals were forbidden to leave. Since someone had taken his place, he'd been an exception.

With a wallet full of money but without an idea of where in the world to go, the mouse pulled over onto a shoulder of the road, allowing his eyes to close briefly. Somehow, something was nagging at the back of his brain. It was the mansion.

Pulling the phone out once more, he navigated to the gallery, searching for the photo he'd taken. What? The door hadn't been open when he'd looked up from the phone originally, but it was in the photo. He zoomed in, just barely making out a painting just above the bannister of the grand staircase. It was the tiger that was rumored to protect the town. But what's more, there were 3 other furs beside him, all in babyish attire. A lion on one side, a wolf on the other, and him below.

Gulping, the mouse put away the phone, but when he looked up, he wasn't in the car. He was sitting in a playpen.

"No no no no no," the mouse repeated, looking for a way to unlock the cage above the playpen as he immediately recognized his peers.

Rava's mane was shaved. He wore a pink bonnet and booties. He giggled into his pacifier while he mindlessly shook his rattle, cheering on the wolf beside them.

Kevin was wearing a sailor onesie and hat which had popped its snaps, exposing his obviously soaked diaper as he crawled around the playpen with a wooden boat. "Honk honk!"

From nearby the tiger approached, tapping the cane on the floor. With each tap, the mouse felt more and more of his mind slipping away. His knees buckled as he realized he was wearing nothing but a thoroughly used diaper.

"If you thought you could get away from me by sacrificing these two, I'm afraid you were wrong. Don't worry, my littlest babe. You'll fit in just fine. But for now, you'll be needing a paddling for trying to run away." The tiger's cane glowed and the playpen's cage lifted into the air along with the mouse.

The lion and wolf pointed and laughed as the helpless mouse was easily picked up and placed over the much larger tiger's lap, his crotch bare of his adult fuzz when the diaper was pulled down.

"And don't worry about that last vestige of consciousness you have and hold on too tightly to it. I'm just leaving it there because it makes this bit more fun," the tiger said with a toothy grin, bringing the paddle down onto the mouse's bare ass.

The mouse whimpered, unable to do anything as he couldn't help himself from putting his thumb into his mouth, his brain starting to fill with the suggestion of his naughtiness and how he was lucky to have such a forgiving daddy as the tiger. By the end of the 10th paddle, his mind was mush.

Rolled over in the tiger's lap, his diaper was pulled up over his crotch. With his eyes watering, Jerry allowed the tiger to manipulate his paw out of his mouth to be replaced by a bottle of milk.

"That's a good little nappy baby. You're mine forever."

And while he wasn't able to respond, the mouse felt something inside of his conscience disappear forever. He nuzzled against his daddy's paw. He loved his daddy.