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His Humiliation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Mikhail-Dragoslav

Misha, really...hm. The fox should have been more careful than he was, truly, considering just how others liked to take advantage of him. Though he could not be sure, not even then, that it was not his own doing, for it just seemed to happen time after. Yet in college, Misha was sure that things were going to be different: he'd made a new friend in class, a feline with soft, grey fur, and Cindy had invited him to come around so that they could study together. Wasn't that nice of her?

The fox smiled. Yes, that was nice, very nice. But his attitude towards things like that was not always how his perception should have been.

Going by Misha, though his full first name was Mikhail, the red fox stood moderately tall at five feet and ten inches. He was pretty plain, as far as things like that went, with a slender build, a little soft around his stomach and backside, but nothing that he even really noticed for himself either.

The thing was...Misha just wanted to make friends. And that was not a bad thing, no, even if the fox knew that pressing forward as strongly as he was apt to could so very often put him in sticky situations.

"Misha!" Cindy greeted him chirpily, the grey housecat's tail curling back and forth, always in motion, though he tried his best not to squirm and blush at her friendliness. "Come in, come in - I'll get my notes! We can sit at the table, oh, I'm so glad you said you'd help!"

"Um... Yeah, okay, that sounds good," the fox said, the door clicking closed behind him. "I'll do anything I can to help."

Cindy turned a dazzling grin on him, her smile lighting up her face.

"And you said that you weren't all that great at History, the elective course? I'm good at that, so I can hopefully help you out too. I'm just not getting to grips with Physics this semester at all, but I know some good ways for memorisation when it comes to History. Maybe that'll help you as much as me?"

The fox nodded, relaxing a little more - and that was just how he ended up sitting at the table in the dining room, working through their shared notes on different topics. Cindy wasn't the best at Mathematics, which did make Physics a particularly challenging topic for her to press into, but it was too a skill that could be learned, especially with the field that she wanted to go into. She was, after all, at college to study for a reason and she wanted to go far in the world, which was something that Misha very much appreciated in her.

Still, he tried not to be too shy as he kept his chair a careful distance from hers, though he kept sneaking looks at the pretty cat, even as they worked. However, not even the fox could have anticipated what would happen next.

"Alright!" Someone bellowed outside, a deep, masculine voice that sounded like it was coming from a very large anthro. "Get them, move, move,move!"

And chaos erupted - though it was the kind of chaos that swirled and swarmed around Misha, something that he was not a part of but a passive player in. The inhabitants of the sorority house shrieked and tried to batter back their assailants, even if there was nothing strictly for them to fear. It was an old prank, even if the fox was not even aware of its existence before, where the guys from other frat houses infiltrated, apparently through another window as well as the front door where they had caused the distraction, to raid the house for panties.

Kind of childish, kind of immature. Totally a classic.

No matter where the sorority girls turned and ran, there were too many for them to chase off, going after the guys with brooms and one even with a baseball bat to send them packing. They left - but only when they got what they had come there for, the big anthros, from a sports frat, whooping and hollering as they made good their escape, fistfuls of panties clutched in their paws. They had not been all that discerning about whose panties they had stolen, to be fair, but it was not as if that was at all an issue for them, even if their haul would most likely be strung up across campus in the days to come.

Misha trembled, wide-eyed, not knowing what was going on. At some point in the mess, the chaos of the raid, once the quieter infiltrators had been found and the guys had hollered at the front door, barging in, he had ended up standing, his tail ramrod straight and fluffed up. It was embarrassing enough as he quivered, wanting to quail, but all that very much was not the kind of mess at all that he wanted to be involved in.

However, they were intent on finding a scapegoat for the crime that had been committed, one way or the other...

"Him!"

They rounded on him, eyes hungry and fierce, intent on finding someone to blame. Shrinking back against the wall, Misha held his paws up, though didn't like just how they shook.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered. "Me? What the hell's going on?"

"Him! He's got to have been in on it," one of the sorority girls declared, the rabbit with a paw on her hip, cocked out jauntily. "Look! He left the door open and the bathroom window was open too! They're never left open like that, they distracted us at the door while the others came in the window!"

"What?" Misha yelped, shaking his head even as the other girls agreed, muttering amongst themselves. "I didn't! At least... I think I closed the door?"

The bathroom window, on the other hand, which was large enough for a big, anthro body to get through, well... He hadn't wanted the bathroom to smell after he had "gone" in there and he'd wanted to be polite. He'd thought that windows were meant to be opened - even if it was on the ground floor! Why was that such a problem?

They didn't care, not as he was left alone and helpless in the house of vengeful sorority girls, his pleas falling on deaf ears. They didn't believe him - none of them! - soon working out that he had been the idiot that had left the window and the door open when everyone knew that the frat boys were going off pranking practically everyone at that time. They circled him like they were predators and he the prey, even though a lot of them were of prey species: not that that mattered all that much to anthros those days, but, well, Misha still noticed.

"Please, come on... Let me go..."

But they came in closer, ignoring his words, lips breaking into evil, vindictive smirks. Even Cindy suddenly looked darker and more foreboding than he had ever thought she could look, though Misha didn't know what attention he would have even wanted from a girl like that anyway. He was asexual, after all, so it wasn't that he was ever trying to get with anyone, still trying to work out his side in life, and he certainly wouldn't have been interested in any of their panties...

"Get him!"

Someone lunged in, a mouse who was small and diminutive, but as quick as lightning as she grabbed the back of his jeans. Misha yelped, straining to whirl, to lunge away, but the fox tripped over his own feet as she wriggled her agile little fingers into the back of his jeans and grabbed his underwear. With an almighty rip and heave, she gave him the wedgie of his life as his underwear was forced into the crack of his backside, right between his rear cheeks, pulling painfully over parts of him that should never, ever have been treated so badly.

"Aaaahhhhhoooooooo!"

He howled, more like a wolf than a fox, struggling as it was yanked up, the thin pressure of his underwear ground right into the underside of his tail, enough to make his eyes water. And yet it was not the pain and the pressure that truly had his eyes watering, but the skin-crawling humiliation, how it twisted and turned in the pit of his stomach, how it was hot and sat there inside him, like a lump of lead that he had swallowed down.

But they didn't stop there, oh no, the mouse teaming up with a bunny who hauled him off, dragging him, kicking and shouting, right upstairs to one of their bedrooms. His hind paws kicked and stuttered, trying to find some purchase where none was given, Misha no longer even allowed to keep his back to the wall. No, even as he fought to get his underwear out of the crack of his backside, a tear moistening the eyelashes of his right eye, they shoved him down to his knees.

"You're going to talk, foxie-boy," a swan said, looming above him, suddenly seeming even taller and more elegant with her long, dominating neck. "And you're going to tell us exactly who came here for this silly pantie raid... Do you think we want our underwear stream off over campus? This isn't fun to us!"

"I know!" He yelped, trying to shuffle back, though someone was holding his arms behind his back, shoulder blades wrenched as he struggled. "No... I didn't do it, I didn't mean to..."

The lights flicked off and a torch was shone in his face, suddenly reduced to being nothing more than a passive player in his own life, a humiliated toy for the sorority girls to take what they willed from. He'd wanted to spend more time around the ladies, to get to know them and stuff, but he'd never thought about something like that happening to him!

"Tell us!"

He blinked up into the bright torchlight, whimpering as a deer loomed. She looked like a fallow deer, though he would never have asked if she had spots like that on her rump. That was hardly the sort of thing that he could ever ask someone like that, even though he thought she was pretty cute...

"I don't..." He mumbled, head hanging. "I didn't do anything, I didn't know anyone was planning anything. I don't even know who those guys are."

"Oh, a likely story," the deer said, her paw on her hip. "Which frat house raided us? Why?"

"I-I don't know," he said, trying and failing not to stammer, the grip on his arms tightening. "It's nothing to do with me! I was just here to study!"

"Yeahhhhh, we don't believe that, not for a second," the bunny said, her fur soft and orange-brown, ears pricked up straight. "You left the window open for them, didn't you? That's how they got in, that's how they knew to distract us!"

It didn't make sense to Misha, but, honestly, they were still looking for a scapegoat. He whimpered, hanging his head further, tail tucked down, though it was not as if his red brush was going to save him then, oh no. they had found what they were looking for and they knew just how to make him pay, for he had accidentally left the window open and played into the frat's plan, even if he had no idea that he had made things even easier for him.

"He's guilty!" Someone shouted. "Make him pay!"

"Make him pay! Make him pay! Make him pay!"

Misha whined, but there was nothing he could do, because they weren't interested in his complaints, his pleas of innocence, no matter how much he mumbled them. The blur of words swirled around him, clawing at him from all sides - and there were so many prey species in the sorority! The bunny, the mouse, the deer, the swan, a shrew, a rat, an elk... Of course, there were predators too, but it seemed to be the prey species that were the most interested in taking over from him.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeeee!"

Misha struggled as he was yanked up to his feet, keen fingers latching into the back of his jeans. Without his consent, they pulled his jeans right down, for someone must have unbuckled the belt quickly enough in the front at the same time, making it easy for them. He squealed and kicked out, suddenly childlike in his complaints, even though he was a grown fox, an adult fox, a fox who should have been much better able to handle his affairs than he was at that moment.

Pantsed in public! Humiliation burned through him as his buttocks were exposed in his underwear, thankfully, but his tail had pushed the soft cotton briefs, too tight and revealing far too much for his liking, down a little more so that the crease of his buttocks could be seen more clearly too. Their laughter rang out around him, filling the room from all directions, though that left the fox with nowhere to go, nowhere to quail into, the humiliation of being exposed like that searing through him, heated and blistering. Yet there was nowhere for the heat of embarrassment to escape to either as he laid his ears back and tried to close his eyes, tried to escape, mentally at least.

Only, there was no escape.

His cheeks burned and he yelped as he was pinned and laid over someone's lap, who seemed to be sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Please!" He begged, squirming and wriggling, but not managing to find a way to fight himself free. "I'll do anything you want - but I didn't have anything to do with it, none of it! I promise! Just let me go!"

"Oh, but we're not going to do that," the elk anthro giggled, a dash of pink lipstick on her lips that would have brought out her smile, if her smile had been for him. "Noooooo, this is what we do to bad little boys here!"

The elk grunted lowly as if relishing the chance to put him in his place, but the fox could not have anticipated all that she had in store for him. Not as his jeans tangled around his legs, further trapping him there, and her paw rained down spank after spank on his exposed underwear-clad buttocks, his tail nowhere near enough to clamp down and save himself.

"Owwwwww!"

"Aw, look at him wail!"

They seemed to like his cries of pain - well, no... No, it wasn't all pain, no, just the sheer, raw embarrassment of being there, in front of them all, his underwear on show - and he wasn't even wearing particularly nice ones! His red buttocks too were on show, the underwear not exactly covering much at all (well, it was good that his crotch was covered, Misha guessed?) with how the fabric was still pulled up tight into the space between his buttocks, forcing them to separate. The cotton of one side had half spread back out over his right cheek, but, really, it didn't do anything at all to spare him the humiliation of exposure. The sorority girls all crowded in, taking delight in their voyeuristic glee, the elk's paw bouncing off his backside with every slap, making his soft flesh jiggle.

"Aw, the baby should have worked out more," they jested and jeered, pointing out his flaws. "You didn't think that you could steal our panties and get away with it, did you?"

He whimpered, but all that came from his lips was another squeal as the elk spanked him, right there in front of the entire sorority. Something that Misha could not name twisted and churned in the pit of his stomach and the fox groaned out throatily, kicking his legs out like a child. Yet he was not a child and yet that manner of protest seemed to be the only thing, even then, left to him, the world and his little sliver of it spinning dramatically out of his control.

Had he ever really been in control?

"Come on, girls," the swan said, though Misha didn't wish so much to know her name anymore. "Get him all the way stripped down - this is clearly not punishment enough for him!"

"Yeah! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

Their chants echoed around his head, a resounding din, though Misha barely even had a moment in which to let embarrassment, once again, envelope him as he was hauled back and wrenched about, surrounded by a tangle of grabbing paws and fingers hooking into his clothes.

"No - no! Please, stop! Come on, I didn't have anything to do with any of this, I promise! It was an accident!"

They were merciless, however, using him as they pleased and ripping his clothes off, even tearing his T-shirt in their haste to get him bare. He should have fought back harder than he did, but Misha didn't want to hurt them, even though there was, most likely, nothing at all that he could do to hurt anyone there, even if he fought as hard as he could. If he flailed and jerked about, it was more like the protests of an unruly youngster than anyone else. But Misha just had never been one for conflict and, surely, they wouldn't do anything all that bad to him...right?

Little did the vulpine know that they had far more in store for him, stripped down to his underpants, his jeans off, his shoes off, not even allowed any socks. Their paws were all over him, moving as if they were disembodied, never quite able to tell who was groping at him, poking his belly, his butt, spinning him around to disorientate him. The torchlight flashed and flickered and it didn't help at all as he tried to cover his crotch with his paws, hunching forward, though he couldn't hide enough of himself before their greedy, revenge-seeking eyes.

"No! Please!" He growled, though that only made them laugh all the harder at him. "Don't do this! I won't tell anyone about it, just let me go!"

"Oh, we don't care if you tell anyone how you got your butt spanked," the bunny giggled, ears twitching. "Or isn't this humiliation enough for you? I think we can make it even worse for the little baby foxie boy now, hm?"

He whined and tried to snap plaintively at them as they tied him down to the bed, his fingers grasping and grabbing, but Misha was forced to lay down spread-eagled, his tail trying desperately to flick up between his legs, to cover himself.

"Now, girls..." The mouse said, wiggling her fingers at him, a decidedly evil look on her pretty grey muzzle. "Let's see just how much this pantie robber can take!"

It wasn't much at all, to be fair, but their eyes on him, oh, their eyes. He whimpered and quailed away, trying to pretend that he was somewhere else, anywhere else, though that was a tactic that was very much not going to work there as they grabbed his feet.

And then, suddenly, there were poking, tickling fingers all over him, focusing on his feet, dancing all over the soles of his hind paws, even between his toes. Misha squirmed and tried to kick out, but his feet were tied down too tightly for him to even be anything of a threat there, but the ticklish, prickling sensations made him jerk his body about, feet flinching and curling away from the pressure of their fingers.

"Stop-p-p i-i-it!" Misha stammered, not stuttering truly that time but trying to get out the words through gasps of air, the heaving of his chest something akin to laughter but merely a physical reaction of his body. "I-I-I c-c-c-can't t-t-take it!"

As if that was going to get them to stop! Tears built in his eyes from the strain, laughing hard and not really meaning it, a dull ache spreading out from the pit of his belly, so hot, so pained. And they were all there, taking advantage of him, using him, someone even using their phone to record him, though Misha did not know how much they would capture with the light in there was it was. Maybe that was for the best as the sickening twist of realisation that they were not going to let up on him, that he was going to be forced to go through with their horrifying plan one way or the other.

He wailed as they worked their way up his legs, but they did not elicit as much of a reaction as his feet, allowing Misha to snatch a few quick gulps of air.

"Look, he's going to wet himself if we keep this up!"

They laughed and laughed and Misha flinched as they worked their way higher, toying with his tail, raking their longer, claw-like nails through it just to make it twitch and jump in their grasp.

Oh, please, god, no...

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He didn't think that there was any god out there or up there who would help him out of such a situation, his stomach lurching. What if he really did wet himself? What would happen then? What if they got it on camera? What if they saw things that no one else saw? At least he was still sort of wearing his underwear, but it wasn't as if that was going to stop the slow spread of a wet patch!

The sorority girls were relentless, fingers dancing, their paws moving to other parts of his body, his arms, pinching and pulling, though they were just being rough with him as they tickled. The poor fox squealed with broken laughter, the corners of his eyes damp from laughing so hard, yet it was strange, even to Misha, to laugh that hard when there was no joy in it, just his heart heaving and pumping, beating far, far too hard for any sense of comfort. Their fingers tickled his hips and the tops of his thighs, their powerful figures looming over him, though Misha had thought, before, that they were sweet and friendly. Apparently, the sorority girls had a much darker side to them too...

"Cootchie-cootchie-coo!"

"Awww, look at the little baby boy squeal!"

"He's so cute!"

Misha should have lashed out at whoever was saying those things to him, but his underwear was still wedged up into the crack of his butt, woefully exposed, and he hadn't been able to get it out while he had been spanked, despite it shifting a little. It was even worse then as they worked their cruel, wicked fingers under his butt, exposing one of his greatest weaknesses. His ticklish butt. No one, not ever, should have known about that, but he had always gone to such efforts to hide it, his stomach lurching as he was forced to let out peals of broken, gasping laughter.

"Ahhh-ha-haha-haaaa! S-t-t-top i-t-t-t-t!"

But they weren't going to and his words grew even more broken as pain crept up his side, a stitch under his skin where the muscles had been forced past their limit just a little too much. There was only so much they could take as two others, at least, focused on his belly and armpits, someone hooking his legs up a little too so that his mostly bare, wedgied buttocks were as easily accessible as they could be in such a position.

"His butt is so ticklish!" Someone that he could not see squealed in delight, more groping, tickling fingers poking at him. "Girls, try it - oh my god, it's so cute!"

Thus he was forced to whimper through it, heaving, twitching away, so many all trying to tickle his weak butt at once, too ticklish for him to hold back from.

"I've never seen anyone this ticklish before, he's so weird!"

Helpless. Used. Tickled.

It didn't seem like tickling on its own should have been as big a thing as it was, but Misha didn't think like that. No, not as he gasped and howled and laughed and laughed and laughed, contorting and twisting with tears of humiliation dripping down his cheeks, marking and soaking into his fur.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

He didn't know how they could talk to him like that, the fox squirming, grunting, his body out of control, when he was down there being abused and taken. He tried to shout, even to whimper, but any grunting sound came out broken in the peals of shuddering laughter, as if he was really enjoying it.

Misha couldn't get the words out to get them to stop, even if they were not going to stop, two focusing intensely on his armpits, though he couldn't help it, jerking and jolting, fighting his restraints - though it was merely a reaction of his body. He couldn't help it, grunting and groaning, gasping and panting, his muzzle jerking back and forth, his skin even seeming to flinch and jump away from them, even if Misha did not quite ever have that kind of control over his body.

No... He never had, not as they tried his chest and moved on quickly, working between his armpits, which were, of course, one of the worst spots for him. It seemed that the sensitivity on his belly could be built up and up and up, until he felt like something was going to burst out of him, his skin too sensitive under his fur, too much of his body exposed.

And, all through it, with his body reacting, humiliation coiled, dull and tight, in the pit of his stomach, resting there heavily. His heart pounded and the fox too could not help but sweat, dampening patches under his arms, the insides of his thighs, even across the palms of his paws where he clenched and unclenched them from fists.

"Unff... Ah... Huh... Unnngghhh..."

Those weren't any kind of sounds that should ever have left Misha's lips - but what else was he to do? That sickening twist of embarrassment was still there, his lips parted, trying to rake and claw at what little breath he could, but the fox should always have known that the sorority girls were going to force him all the way.

Down and down and down, right down into the depths of complete and utter humiliation, where he could never again come back up. For his bladder had been rather full when he had headed over to study and the issue had not resolved itself in the slightest, not even as the evil swan grinned, her beak parted, and pressed down on his belly, toying with his ticklish sensitivity, even using her feathers to tickle him. It was worse like that, but worse still when another bird, a robin, used her feathers on his feet, running her feathered fingers back and forth between his toes, working his whole body up into a ticklish frenzy, frantic and broken, but his shuddering embarrassment could not be swayed.

No... I've got to be strong, nnngghhh... He thought, though his groans rose even then, panic fluttering more and more demandingly in his chest. They can't do this to me... I've not done anything wrong!

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That didn't matter. Not as need built in him, weak-bladdered and jolting, wide-eyed, as he felt, just a little, pee leak from his shaft. Hell! No! He squealed and tried to protest, not to let them know what they were forcing him to do, but a mouse attacked his butt with fingers that moved and tickled so quickly that she, quite literally, took his breath away.

A little more pee leaked out and he groaned, turning his muzzle into the pillows, ears twitching back and forth. He tried to let his muscles relax, to press his buttocks down into the bed, though it didn't help, the pressure on his bladder growing and growing. The soreness in his shoulder blades swelled as his arms were pushed up, tension lining every muscle in his body, and yet there was no use even in fighting it as he whined and protested, kicking his legs weakly.

"Keep going!" Someone shouted. "He's going to wet himself - what a baby!"

They laughed and jeered and he tried to squeeze his legs together, to fight the laughter, the growing pressure on his bladder as humiliation closed in around him.

"Noooo... Dun... Dun want!"

He sounded childlike, but Misha told himself that that was just because of what they were doing to him, just his member wanted to release his bladder so badly. They lavished too much illicit attention under his armpits, their fingers digging in lightly, though he was too sensitive, wetting his underwear a little more and a little more, a spurt of pee slipping out as his buttocks lifted. It was the wrong moment as he gasped, trying to twist away as the tiniest of damp spots showed through his underwear, wondering just when their attention would drop to it.

I can't... I've got to hold back... I can't let them see how much they've gotten to me...

_ _

But the fox could proclaim to be as strong as he wanted and, really, it wasn't going to do him any good, not even then, not as his legs kicked and made his situation worse, his underwear lightly clinging to the tip of his member, where the wetness spread out. The pressure on his bladder swelled, as if it was being squashed from all directions, and the fox gasped, eyes closed, strain coursing through his body from head to toe.

That could not be helped and yet the heated humiliation of it spread through him just as, at long last, the soft warmth of pee spread through his underwear. Misha felt it before he realised what was happening, the sensation of his wet underwear clinging to him uncomfortably reaching his shocked mind.

"Look, look, look!"

Of course, they saw. His stomach churned and flipped and, for a moment, Misha thought that he was going to lose the contents of it from sheer embarrassment alone.

Nooooo... No, this can't... This can't be happening!

_ _

And yet it was true as his weak bladder finally was turned against him, whining and jerking back, though there was nowhere for Misha to go. Of course, the sorority girls noticed, the bunny clapping her paws to her cheeks dramatically and shouting, as if she wanted everyone to know, everyone to see.

"Oh my god, girls - the baby's gone and wet his pants!"

They laughed and poked at him, the spreading wet patch obviously soaking through, tickling and forcing his clothes to cling, damply, to his body around his butt. Misha heaved a broken, breathless sob, eyes pricking with tears, his chest aching from laughing against his will.

"Look at the baby... He can't even hold his bladder!"

That one was the swan and she laughed cruelly, turning his muzzle back and down, forcing him to look at his wet patch, to show him how the reek of urine flowed through the air, marking all. Misha whimpered, wriggling, fighting, but not able to wrench his muzzle from her grip.

"No... Please..."

"Aw, he's still crying, girls! And what a mess the wittle baby has made!"

First pantsed and then tickled and, now, publicly wetting himself... Misha could have crawled into a hole and disappeared forever, if he had ever been given the option, but there was no way to escape. They seemed to have tied him to the bed with scarves and maybe a tie or two, but the knots held fast as tears squeezed from his eyes, fur damp with sweat and pee,

"Maybe we should have put you in a nappy," the shrew said with a giggle, bopping Misha on the nose with the tip of her finger. "Oh my god, I can't believe you couldn't even control your bladder... How silly! Just from tickling! And you squeal so cutely!"

He didn't feel like he was cute at all, even if he was acting much younger than his age. They relented in their tickling as the humiliating wet patch spread further and further across the front of his underwear, skin itching, prickling, still dancing with sensation even where they had called halt to their ticklish endeavours. All he could feel and all he could see was their eyes on him, how they drank in his unwilling submission, his cheeks puffed out even as he dragged in stubborn breath after breath through his nostrils, ears petulantly pinned.

"Let me go!" He squealed, yet it sounded like it came from a much younger fox's mouth, his tail tight and clamped. "I dun want this!"

He even changed his words - but maybe that was one way to get through to them. Alas, Misha was merely trying to distract himself from the embarrassment as the shrew laughed even harder at him, tapping his foot and putting a ticklish tease around his sole and heel, just to show him where his place was under them. Under their control, of course.

"If you're going to act like a little baby," the mouse teased, "then we're just going to have to treat you like one!"

They untied his feet, though that didn't make any difference to Misha, not when he was so stringently under their control, still fighting back the humiliation of being forced to wet himself publicly. There were too many there, too many sorority girls, too many who wanted to see him... Well, Misha didn't know what they wanted from him. Revenge? Maybe if he pleaded again...

"Please..." He said, though his voice was smaller and higher-pitched than before, as if he had truly reverted to a more childlike state, lower lip quivering and wobbling, his ears pinned back: something that he had not done for a very, very long time. "Please... I dun wanna be tickled anymore... Dun do it... Nuuuu..."

He squealed as they took off his underwear, revealing his soft member, a cold chill shooting up his spine. That wasn't a side of embarrassment that he had felt before, as if it had come with a numbing horror to it, his tail failing to clamp down even as he was teased.

"Oh, it's so small..." The mouse giggled, fingers over her mouth as if she was holding something back. "We'll have to make sure that is nice and tucked away, girls! Get him in a clean one!"

They grabbed sponges, nice and cold for him, water sloshed over his hips as his fur flattened to his body where it was soaked, whining and whimpering, though they held down his feet so that he could not kick. Yet he didn't want to think of why they had left his legs free, unless, of course... Well...

His innocent side still showed through. Maybe they were all just being nice to him, getting him all cleaned up so that he could get on with his day?

Oh, the poor, naïve little fox... He may have been intellectually smart, when it came to his studies, but his social understanding and cues were not as clued-up as Misha needed them to be. They were ruthless in sponging off his member, as if it was of no matter to them, though there were a few pokes and teases that he shuddered away from.

"So dirty," they mocked. "If you hadn't been a silly little baby, not able to hold your pee back, we wouldn't have to do this to you."

The sponging off was bad enough, even mopping up the sweat from the insides of his thighs and under his arms (which was kind of nice, even if Misha wasn't going to tell them that), yet they had more in store for him, something brushing over his feet.

But it wasn't another pair of underwear that they pulled up his legs, forcing one foot in it and then another. A crinkly, pull-up diaper slid up his legs as he gasped and kicked, flailing as if he was not able to control his legs anymore, his fists balled up. No! He wasn't going to put up with that! That was too far, too embarrassing, as if he really couldn't control himself!

"Nuuuuu," he squealed, just like the baby that they had decried him as. "I dun want it! Nuuuu!"

"Ohhhh, if you're going to cry like that, you're only going to make us tease you like this more," the bunny said, patting the diaper snugly into place around his rump, though his tail stuck out over the top of it. "It's better like this, putting you in your place, so that no more of those stupid frat boys are going to ever come around here again to try to take advantage of us."

There was a murmur of assent from the others and something twisted in Misha. Maybe it was better to go along with it, just so that nothing bad would happen, of course, nothing more than that. It had tugged on something deep inside the fox, however, some need that wanted to be sated, even if it was still against his will, right then and there.

"Look at you, all padded and cute," a squirrel taunted him, patting his rump to make the diaper crinkle and rustle, his ears colouring a darker shade with shame. "Aw, now you don't have to worry about making a mess!"

The shrew chuckled and shook her head, pitying him as she raised a camera, making sure she had a good shot of him in the oversized, heavily padded diaper. Misha quailed, but there was nowhere for the fox to go, not as he shrank away, stomach twisting, a cold sweat dampening his fur.

"I don't want... No... Nooooo..."

He whimpered even as they laughed, others thrusting in their phones, taking pictures. As his lower lip wobbled, stomach leaping and turning over, Misha didn't know what else to do.

"Mmph... Hmph... Mm-nn-ah-aha..."

The fox tried to hold onto it, whimpering, whining, though all he wanted to do was to tuck back into himself. One of the rabbits laughed and pointed, ears pricked up tall.

"I think he's going to cry, awww - he really is a baby! We're going to keep the baby here, right? A little sorority pet for us?"

"Not if he's wailing all day and night we're not..."

His muzzle twisted, lips quivering as if he was about to cry - really cry, not just from the tickling. The crinkling, soft material of the diaper rustled around him. And he wasn't a baby! Even if they were treating him like one...but was that even the point? He didn't know, didn't want to think about it, not even as he was drawn into the grasp of a big wolf anthro, cradled against her as if he was a baby. At some point, his wrists had been untied, yet he had been too upset by the pressure of the diaper to care, how it rustled and pulled around his hips and under his tail, crinkling obnoxiously.

"Come on, little baby," the wolfess sorority girl crooned to him, rocking him back and forth in her arms, though his legs still dangled off the side of the bed, kicking out as he was bundled up. "Drink up your bottle...and be a good little foxie boy now."

He whined and grunted, but the moment that he parted his lips something was shoved into it. A bottle! And it was full of milk!

"Go on, baby, drink up and be a good boy!"

He whined and shoved at it, humiliation twisting, tail clamped, but that didn't help him. He wasn't a baby! Squealing indignantly, just like a child having a tantrum, he tried to shove the bottle away, red in the face under his fur and watering around the corners of his eyes. Yet the bottle was between his lips, squeezed, and Misha was forced to drink it down and down and down, his upset tangling with emotion, the want to be free. How compliant really could he be?

"You need to go to the bathroom too, baby," the wolf crooned, petting him softly on the head when he quivered, tangled up in his upset. "Relax now, we're all going to take gooood care of the baby fox now, aren't we, girls?"

They laughed their assent, the lights coming on dimly in the bedroom, but that didn't help, no. Not as his stomach churned and he realised that there was something in the milk, something that was making his body react and grumble, his eyelids heavy.

No, no, no, no, no_!_ Misha howled inwardly. I can't, I can't...

_ _

He ached all over. He hadn't thought that humiliation could hurt like that, but it was light a dull, heavy weight sitting in the pit of his stomach, almost frozen in place. He tried to appear small, boring, so that they would not be able to humiliate him further, but...time passed and he was still there, cradled and crooned to. They weren't tickling him anymore, but his stomach churned and grumbled and he knew that there was only one way it would come out of him.

"Come on, baby," someone crooned, tapping the bottle. "Empty it all, or you'll be a bad little boy."

His bladder strained and he shook his head.

No, no...

How much time had passed? Could he hold his bladder? What about...

No. The fox didn't even want to think about that as his head pounded and throbbed, the strain of their humiliation getting to him. He tried so very hard to hold out, trying to clench - but, no, that was wrong, that was squeezing it out.

Hold on...

_ _

"Just give in," the wolf holding him crooned, surely knowing of his dilemma as he shrank and whimpered. "You don't have to hold it, you're so small, so little... Just a helpless baby..."

_ _

But he had to. For his body, with the milk flowing through him, coughing and spluttering even after the bottle was emptied and he was patted on the back, made to burp, had to relieve itself. More urine softly streamed into the diaper, rustling softly around his hips, and they could not help but notice the fuller weight of it as he rested against the body of the sorority girl practically swaddling him.

"Oh, no..." She said, raising her voice as if in dismay. "The baby has wet himself - again! Oh, it's a good thing we have _plenty_of diapers for him! We'll have to get a fresh one!"

The wolf tutted and he shuddered, knowing that something worse was coming. Why did they have to be so mean? Why did things like that have to happen to him?

"Another wet diaper! How much pee can one baby have in him?"

Some laughed and others screwed up their muzzles in disgust. Looking after a baby was not what they had signed up for and yet they still took pleasure in his humiliation, recording everything. They, after all, would need it for extortion later as the fox stared at them with glassy eyes, hot all over, not knowing what to do, not at all.

"Please... No... Dun wan..."

And yet worse still was coming, his guts grumbling, what he had been afraid of from the start once he'd realised that they had put something in the milk.

"No... Gotta go...potty..."

"Then go potty," the wolf taunted him, holding him tight. "That's where babies go potty, in their diapers."

He couldn't stop himself, stomach growling as he released his bowels into the diaper. Hot humiliation clawed at him and he pinned his ears with a low whine even as some of the sorority girls pinched their noses and pretended to be disgusted.

"Pee-yew!" They said, shouting and exaggerating their disgust. "What a messy baby! He can't even wear a diaper for an hour without making a gross mess in it?"

Yet Misha could not help, with all that they had done, messing it, hiding his face, all beyond his control as his humiliation escalated and he hid his muzzle in embarrassment, ears pinned, panting, short of breath. No, it was wrong, all wrong and he couldn't get out.

"Urgh! Who's going to change the stinky baby?" The wolf said, though she did not move him out or away from her. "Not me! I've already fed him. Can't look after yourself, feed yourself, even keep yourself clean... But that's all babies do, isn't it, little foxie-boy?"

The nearest thing that he could hide against was the wolf, though he didn't think that he would ever recover from the embarrassment of something like that.

Of course, not even then, the wetness of his diaper could not be hidden and he was sure that he had wet it before then anyway. What had been in the milk to make him do that so quickly? Or had he been there for longer than realised, being babied, just hoping that they would give up and leave him alone?

"What do you think, girls?" The mouse said, pointing at the door. "I think we've done enough. We should send him out, let him go back to his room, allll the way across campus with a dirty, wet diaper."

"What?" He yelped, suddenly back in the moment, panicked. "Oh, noooo - no! Don't make me! I won't do it! I'll do anything?"

"Anything?"

They crowded in, a sea of bodies, all eyes on him, more exposed than he ever had been before.

"You'll do anything for us?" The mouse questioned, side by side with the tan bunny who had taken such pleasure in humiliating him especially throughout. "Hm... So maybe it would be best if you become our new house pet! What do you think, girls?"

They laughed and nodded, everyone seeming on board with the idea, even as Misha quailed, shrinking into the mess of his diaper. That wasn't fair! He wasn't a pet!

Yet he gulped, imagining the alternative of being forced to walk back across campus with his dirty diaper. The diaper alone would have been bad enough, but with them... Everyone watching... Everyone knowing what had happened to him...

No. No.

_ _

"Then you'll live here," the mouse pressed on, laying out the rules to him. "Move in, the only guy here, the only guy we can get out allll our frustrations, tickling you until you wet yourself, nice and humiliated. Why, we even think that you liked it a little bit too!"

Misha gulped and shook his head.

"Nuh-uh!"

His protests only made them laugh even more.

"Mmmhm, sure, we're all convinced," the bunny chipped in. "But, if you try to get away from us, we'll just show the video and every last one of the photos that we took today to everyone - and we do mean everyone!"

Misha whimpered, shaking his head, hiding his face in his paws. Of course, they only laughed even more at his childish behaviour, how he was acting like a child, his vocabulary more limited as his mind reverted, humiliated and lost to their embarrassing whims.

He had to do it. There was no choice. And yet it was not as if they had ever planned for that to be the case, even after the sorority girls had managed to get special clearance to get Misha a room in their house. He didn't know what they had told the college to get them to make an exception, considering that they were still meant to be single-sex spaces, but times were changing and they found a way.

So it was that his humiliation and taunting continued, the fox squawking, embarrassed, sometimes a bird or a bunny running away from him after doing something. And, still, they tied him up for their favourite brand of tickle torture, making him laugh and buck with a full bladder until he wet himself, sometimes multiple times in a single session.

Of course, they went back on their promise to him to not do anything publicly too - quite quickly, in fact. He was just in the library, picking out a book for his course, when, suddenly, he was pantsed, his trousers yanked down, belt snapping loose, his underwear exposed to everyone as peals of laughter broke out across the otherwise quiet library.

Misha had tried to be warier after that, knowing that he could not say anything about what they'd done to him, or it would all become far, far worse for him. He kept an eye out, but he wasn't cautious enough still when he was swimming, resting at the edge of the pool with his arms on the side, kicking his legs back casually in the water.

"Yoink!"

His head snapped up, ears pricked, attention on the shrew who had shouted that - but his mind should have been under the water on the bunny and the deer who snatched off his swim trunks. They wrestled them down his legs even as he yelled and kicked, getting them off before he could shove them away, leaving him totally naked and shivering in the suddenly chilly pool. Even the lifeguard laughed at him, smirking and not even bothering to radio for help, leaving him there, cold and complaining, twists of embarrassment no longer enough to warm him through as he pinned his ears back.

The moving, rippling water would have been enough to hide him from prying eyes, but they all knew of his humiliation, word spreading across campus, and it was a false hope indeed to hope that they would, in the end, tire of him and leave him alone.

Not when they had a new pet for the sorority house, a new toy to use. And he was very much not the kind of toy to them at all that they would bore of quickly, for there were too many of them all taking turns to take advantage of him and see what new and devilish words they could come up with to embarrass him.

He didn't even have a name there. He was just "baby" - or sometimes "foxie", which wasn't any better at all, not for him. Whether he was caught naked and forced to parade through the sorority house, perhaps dripping wet from being in the middle of a shower, or pantsed in public, made even to wet himself in class when they had given him something "special" to drink, he was used by them, humiliated by them, the tenacious pull of his days never quite knowing where it was going to take him.

Always on edge. Always ready to revert into a more childish manner of behaviour, though, so far, Misha had managed to keep his young-like tantrums to the sorority house. With how much they were treating him like a child, however, as if he was not even capable of taking care of himself or keeping himself clean, always forcing him into a diaper...the fox didn't know for how much longer that was going to last.

Maybe he would get free one day, when they really did tire of him. Not wanting to anger or upset any of the sorority girls, the fox thought that that had to be the best course of action, yes. At least he had somewhere that smelled nice to stay, which was something.

He'd have to take those small pleasures where he could, as the humiliation and clinging spread of wetting himself became more and more frequent...

Yet that was his humiliation to bear.