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"Dearly beloved; we are gathered here today under nature, in the sight of God, and in view of family and friends to join this couple in holy matrimony."

My god.... this is really happening. Part of me still doesn't believe it. I swallow nervously, shifting my weight just a little bit; consciously slowing my breathing. My heart, however, races on its own accord; nothing I can do about that. I twist my head, just a little, so I can peek out nervously into the crowd gathered in the meadow. Several of my friends smile encouragingly at me, their happy faces mottled in dark and light as the sunlight filters through the leaves above. Well... most of them seem happy. My tail starts to slink between my legs a little bit as I see one of my more recent friends whispering to one of my oldest friends. Both of them look confused; and I can fully understand why. Four years ago, I never could have predicted this, either....

My head was pounding. I don't know if that was from the music blaring away at levels that were definitely unsafe and probably very illegal, or from the six drinks that I'd thrown back so far. Well... five and a half. I looked down into my glass, swirling the greenish-blue liquid around. The ice cubes tapped against the outside of the glass lightly, but since they'd mostly melted by now that could just be my imagination. I'd been nursing this last drink for a good half-hour now; I didn't have any money left, and I didn't bring my bank cards since I'd never been to this club before and wasn't sure how well I could trust people. I was mentally kicking myself for that now... halfway across town with no money, and I couldn't find my friend anywhere. He had said that he was going to make sure he found me before he left, but I'll bet any money that he got so occupied with making out with that weird looking hyena I saw him with that he decided a third person in the taxi would... limit things.

Damnation.

I don't even like gay clubs. I'm cursed with the world's worst case of low self esteem and shyness; and just cant introduce myself to people, not even as friends. Striking up a conversation with someone I have the hots for? Hah. No matter how interested they may seem to be, I always talk myself out of it... no one would want to talk to some plain looking black cat. Just laughable that the bad luck associated with black cats would be mine inste...

"Hi." I blinked up blearily, my eyes seeming to drift past their target before I forced them back. My heart skipped a beat from the inviting voice that interrupted my maudlin monologue. The strong treble voice came from a silver-furred wolf, well over six feet tall. I could see plainly that he was in great shape; his silk shirt rippling lightly as he moved. No ridiculous bulked-up chest, thank god, or arms so over-muscled they stick straight out. Just the nice proportions of someone who takes care of his body and keeps in shape. I looked further up; a half-smile on his face was just starting to fall. What happened? Did I do something wrong, or say something?

Oh. Stupid. Say something! "Uh. Hi there...." I said, blushing already.

The smile returned. It was a little lopsided, in a cute sort of way. Damn it, damn it. I wished I had had less alcohol now, I needed all my wits about me; its not every day that I get a chance with a cutie like this. He sits down, and I catch his scent now, too. Subtle. Soap and deodorant. No pretentious $100 a bottle cologne or anything. Thank god. Wait... he said something just now...?

"I can't hear you!" I half-bellowed directly into his ear, the music having gone from ridiculous to ludicrous. "Sandstorm" is a loud enough song, there's no need to hook it into a nuclear reactor....

He smiled softly at me, taking my paw and standing up. "Then lets go somewhere quieter!" he called back, voice penetrating easily through the din.

I hesitated for just a moment. What if my friend comes back? What if this unassuming wolf is a rapist or a murderer? His paw is warm, wrapped around mine, and he stands directly in front of me, holding out his other paw to me. I can't resist. I take a quick peek at his crotch.

I blinked twice. Tossed back the drink, crunching the last shards of ice; and put my paw in his, my tailtip beginning to twitch slowly in happiness.

My smile is returning now, memories running over me. I'm interrupted; did I just hear my name? Oops. The vows.... I look into his eyes, the same lopsided smile that captivated me years ago on his face again. I clear my throat quietly, my mouth is quite dry. I go down on one knee, and loudly proclaim my wedding vows for everyone to hear.

"Through all that we have seen and done together, I have loved you. For everything we have had in common, and even in our differences, as we have built our lives together, I have loved you. With this ring, I swear my love to you. I swear to be with you in happiness and sadness, in wealth and poverty. I swear to honor you, and to obey you." I slide the ring onto his finger, sneaking another look at his crotch. I can tell I'm blushing a little bit. More memories of the night we met... and of being in a similar position on that night.

I walked nervously, the wolf by my side. Some small part of my mind kept up small talk with him, but the rest of me was memorizing, etching one amazing kiss in my mind forever. As soon as I'd stood up, he'd wrapped his arms around me, one crushing me tightly to his chest, the other one snaking down, his paw taking a firm hold of my butt and squeezing mercilessly. As pinpricks from his claws on my butt grew stronger, he had pressed his mouth to mine, his breath sweet with a bit of a tropical taste, some sort of cocktail or martini, I guessed dimly before my mind melted. My eyes closed, arms sliding slowly up his back to hug back. My head started to spin... this kiss was the entire universe to him.... and I was at the center of the maelstrom.

My mind returned to reality only when we came to a busy street. "So, what's your name?" he asked me as we speed-walked across. I left navigation to him, and answered "Danny," my voice conveying how overwhelmed I was. "W...what's yours?"

"Morgan...." Even his voice was impressive; he managed to make it sound like a purr and a play-growl together, without even trying. He grinned toothily at me, and pulled out his keys. I tilted my head, confused... then realized we must have arrived. A tasteful building; I wasn't sure if they were condos or just high-class apartments; but my paw stayed in his, and I only got a short glance around the lobby before he pulled me into an elevator. He didn't even let the doors close before he pinned me against the wall, making the elevator rattle.

My mind melted again as he nipped at my lips, the play-growl returning now. His claws raked down my sides and he murmured softly into my ear "Tell me if I do anything you're not comfortable with," before he bit down even harder on my neck. I yelped, but it was only out of surprise; I love being bitten. He knew right away that it was okay; one paw was already clamped down on my crotch; and I twitched a little into it.

I closed my eyes, panting slowly with my mind in a whirl. The elevator ride stopped too soon, my entire body seeming to be filled with an amazing heat as he pulled away. His paws caught in mine, and he pulled me gently with an impish grin on his face, backing away from me with a bit of a sway in his hips and his fingertips tugging on mine. As soon as we entered his home, he tripped me, caught me carefully, and lowered me down onto the floor. I didn't fight it; my paws came up into the air and I left my belly and neck exposed to him, feral impulses of submission taking over.

His grin got even toothier as he vanished quickly into another room... his bedroom, I assumed, which was borne out when he brought out a leash and collar. He knelt down beside me, and said in a voice which brooked no debate "This will be yours, starting today. When I put this on you, I want you to obey anything I say, do anything I tell you to, and without arguing, or I'll punish you." I whined very faintly, looking up at him and shivering on the floor, but I didn't move in the slightest. He leaned down, unforgiving face giving way to the friendly one I had been so impressed by. In a much softer voice, he said "What I said earlier still stands though.... if you say the word, I'll stop immediately. But, I'd have to take the collar back then." I read through the lines easily. He wanted a plaything, one who would do anything for him, but if ever they said a hard no, the relationship would be changed.... maybe irreparably.

I hesitated momentarily; then stretched my neck back again, whining softly from a combination of my growing arousal and a little bit of shame at being so easily taken. He closed the collar tight around my neck, and clicked the leash into place, then yanked hard at it, calling out in his commanding voice again, "On your feet, girl!"

I yelped again, rolling over and scrambling to my feet, genuinely surprised. "Strip!" he barked, and I mewped in shyness, hands shaking a little as I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside, kicking my shoes and socks off with the same urgency. The pants, however, I hesitated over. I looked up at him again, pleading just a little with the belt undone but the pants themselves still buttoned. I was enjoying myself, yes... but I wasn't a slut; a wave of shame rolled over me at the thought that I would give my body to a near-stranger, no matter how attractive I might find him.

He frowned at my reluctance, his own paw sure and steady as he reeled me in by my leash. He undid my pants for me, while my paws hovered over them, not sure if I should help or stop him. As soon as my pants slid down my legs, his paw moved to the band of my underwear, yanking them down as well and exposing my growing erection. I yelped again, covering myself up and feeling heat in my cheeks. He stamped his foot down on my pants and underwear, still wrapped around my ankles, and pulled on the leash until I collapsed, falling over his lap. With one paw holding the collar, and my ankles trapped, I writhed, unable to stop his paw from flying against my rear. He spanked hard; not leaving any sort of pause as his paw landed on one or both cheeks, making them both start to tingle hard. He knew exactly when to stop, his paw landing one last time, then groping and fondling my sore butt, turning the low fire into a hungry aching feeling. I whined slightly, arching my back into his paw automatically when his paw raked up my back again, claws leaving little marks under my fur.

"That was your first punishment," he growled down at me, paw still wandering as he held me still. "Every time I have to punish you, it will be worse." I gulped a little despite myself, squirming in his lap. My heart raced, and my cock twitched. I could tell I was starting to leave a little bit of a wet patch on his leg. He pushed me off of his lap, letting me land hard on my butt. "Strip!" he repeated, and this time I didn't hesitate. I quickly pushed my pants and underwear off my ankles, and then looked up at him. "Y...yes sir..." I breathed. He absolutely beamed at my words, standing up and pushing me down on my knees, while letting most of the leash fall free from his paw.

He undressed, very clearly making a show of it, and again my breath caught in my throat as I looked him over. His silky fur rippled slightly as he moved, and I felt nearly hypnotised. Clearly, my admiration was a drug to him; or maybe that was just how eagerly I was licking my lips, hungry for him now. His cock bounced a little as he walked over to me, presenting it to my face. A paw slid up behind my ears and started to scritch gently, making me relax. Without a word from either of us, I took it into my mouth, and lapped gently, my paws coming up to hold behind his thighs. I eagerly sucked, bouncing back and forth on my knees. He guided me at first, his paw setting the speed for me, but once he realized I was more anxious for it than he was, he let me go. I sucked hard, drawing every scrap of air out of my mouth as I slid my wet lips and tongue over his shaft. His pre-cum tasted nice, a little treat for me; and dimly I realized that thats why he drank tropical drinks at the bar. I sped up a little bit more; a considerate man is hard to find, and so I wanted to impress him. I listened intently as his breathing sped up, little moans and gasps coming from him as he rubbed my head. "Mmmmm... such a good slut..." he breathed. I took a strange satisfaction from the praise, and gave him the last few licks he needed to bring him over the edge. I slowed down immediately when I felt his cock twitch, the thick liquid landing on the back of my tongue. I drew back partway and let his seed fill my mouth... like the pre, it was sweet, tasting like some exotic candy, and I moaned along with him as I lapped every drop from his tip.

I was entirely content to just stay there; letting his cock stay in my mouth as I drew last little hints of his flavour from him, but he had other ideas. He slid down off the couch and knelt down behind me. Without even thinking about it, I went down on all fours willingly, but my first thought was proven wrong; he had no intention of mating me today, he only yanked on the collar until I was on my knees with my paws in midair.

"Eager little slut," he whispered, amused. "But you haven't earned THAT yet..." I was more than a little surprised to hear myself whine dejectedly as he said that, but I settled fast as his paw wrapped around my cock; already sticky from pre. He bit down on my neck, and I gasped as he pawed me, hard and fast. He played with my nipples for a little while with his free paw, steadily masturbating me. When I started to buck and hump against his paw, he started to rub my tummy, and asked around a mouthful of my neck, "Who am I?" I whimpered, confused, and gasped out a "M..Morgan...?" like a question. He scratched hard across my tummy, leaving lines of fire, and asked again "Who am I?!" even more aggressively. It finally clicked in, and I howled out "My Masterrrrrrrrrrrr!" at the top of my lungs. His paw clamped down expertly, and as my cry of submission carried, I came, shooting spooge across his paw and the floor, shuddering weakly in his grasp and nearly fainting,

After we cleaned up, he cuddled me in his bed all night long, neither of us sleeping very deeply; then made me breakfast in bed the next day and drove me home. He'd put the collar in my paws, along with a paper with his name, address, and phone number. "Call me if you had fun," he'd said, eyes shining. "I know I did... and I'll be free all weekend." I nodded obediently, stuttered out an embarrassed goodbye, and went inside, contemplating the collar in my paws silently.

I lasted about three hours before I called him, trying in vain to sound like I wasn't desperate to see him again. "Beg me, slut." he had said, and I abandoned my dignity, pouring myself out over the phone, begging him to throw me around, begging him to play with me, to molest me... to fuck me. I kept talking for about a minute and a half, turning redder and redder and hearing only amused little chuckles from the other end until finally he said "Be sure you're outside at exactly three, slut, and have that collar on." I'd obeyed, feeling the judging eyes and stifled smirks of everyone passing me and looking at the red leather about my neck. He drove up at about 3:15, and smiled, explaining that he'd been watching me, and I'd have to get used to being seen in public wearing a collar.

I put the ring on his finger, then stood up again, my cock rock-hard now as I thought back. I hope no one saw.... I fingered the collar around my neck surreptitiously. Not my old red one, this was a tasteful white collar with a small jewel at the front. I haven't had my neck bare for well over a year now; almost a dozen different collars making their appearance on my neck depending on my Master's mood.

My Master grinned a little bit as he watched me fidget; he'd only put this one around my neck for the first time a few months ago. He'd said it was my engagement ring, smiling enigmatically. At first, I had though he was joking... but even after he assured me that he was serious, I didn't hesitate an instant; nodding quickly and baring my neck to him. He's very fond of putting little hidden meanings on me.... in the very literal sense! Beneath my clothes, he had arranged for a pigment-dyeing; similar to the tattooing that I've seen primates do, changing some of the colour of my fur. Sure, it's not permanent... but for the next five years or so, anyone catching me naked will see a near-exact duplicate of Master's pawprint on my rear; and a somewhat more blurry "slut" down my flank on the left-hand side. Not that people see me without my clothes, often, though. I have other things to hide, too....

"Wait, what?" I had asked, blinking in genuine surprise. This was nearly a year later; after a few months of spending from Friday after work through until Sunday night at Master's house, I had moved in, simplifying things for both of us. In all that time, there was almost nothing I had balked at, even for a moment, happily obeying every command or suggestion. But this, however.... "You can't be serious..."

He smiled lopsidedly at me. "Why can't I? We can't have kids of our own... so let me have this, just to see how it is." I looked down at the diaper in his paw, and squicked up my face. "That wasn't a request, slut..." he said, growling softly, then his face softened. "You don't have to use it...." Still, I hesitated.

He sighed sadly, and unexpectedly pounced me. "Fine then... a punishment it is," he said, "That is, unless you're returning the collar." I looked into his eyes, the fear of being alone again in my eyes was very clearly mirrored in his. I shook my head hard, no.... and hugged him. "Never..." I breathed, then lied back down. "I'll wear it..." I sighed softly, the familiar heat in my cheeks returning. I squirmed on the carpet, looking up at him as he sighed in relief, unfolding the diaper and sliding it under my rump. He picked up a plastic drugstore bag, took a pacifier out of it, and pressed it into my muzzle; rummaging again and coming out with a bottle of baby powder. I looked down at myself... for once the embarassment wasn't accompanied by a tingle in my crotch, something not lost on my Master, either. He hesitated for just a moment, then started to dust down my crotch with the powder, the baby-scent making me look away. His paw stayed in my crotch far longer than it needed to, I fidgeted my lip a little bit as he taped up the diaper, and only when he took my paws did I look up at him again.

That night was a very quiet one... neither one of us really knew what to say; but that night when we went to bed, he mounted me hard and heavy, leaving me yelping, panting and sore long after he had finished. I fell asleep semi-hard and confused; that was the best topping he'd ever given me. To get sex like that, an occasional diaper might not be so bad...

I took five weeks to break down. Five weeks where neither one of us mentioned the diapers, but our lovemaking, while still fun and dominant, didn't have the same flavour of frenzied aggression to it. Like a wild animal, I had had a taste of blood; and I craved being used hard... I wanted to be fucked, not just "made love to". And so I found myself asking what he ever did with them in a small voice, studiously not meeting his eyes as I cleared away the dinner dishes. I felt the heat of his scrutiny on me, but looked only at the dishwasher as I sorted plates and pots into it.

"I kept them... but you didn't really seem to enjoy it," he said, a gentle admonishment in his voice.

I swallowed hard, still unable to make myself look at him. "You enjoyed it, though," I said, very softly. His paws wrapped around my face and he turned me, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Are you asking to wear one?" he giggled, clearly surprised by my embarassment.

I sighed loudly. "It's not so much that I liked the diaper; I mean... it was okay, it wasn't bad, but it was more what came afterwards." I reddened a bit, starting to squirm. We talked it over for a few minutes more, our relationship having progressed far enough that despite the dominance he had over me, that he still respected me as an equal. I explained how every now and again, I would love to be used hard and just tossed aside... and whenever he was in the mood for it, he would put me in a diaper. I even agreed to try using it, to see if maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

To my complete lack of surprise, as soon as we had settled our agreement, he hooked a finger through the loop on my collar and yanked me roughly to the bedroom. I squirmed a little bit, but it was entirely for form's sake, I could already feel myself getting hard from anticipation of the loving abuse that was about to be heaped on me.

I watched a lot closer this time as he prepared the diaper to be put on me. My cock stayed semi-hard through the whole procedure; I was still fantasizing about a nice aggressive fucking. He slipped the seat of the diaper under my rear, closing the rear tape tightly around my tail, then powdered me heavily. Unlike last time, he made quite a game out of it. Although I knew he was just trying to get me to associate being diapered with the warm happiness of orgasm, it didn't stop me from giving into his touch when he pawed me steadily, baby powder scent drifting around both of us. With the expertise of a year of regular torments, he knew exactly when to stop, and as I mewed desperately and squirmed on the bed, my orgasm only moments away, he taped the diaper up tightly. "Not yet, pet," he chuckled, and patted at my now-crinkly seat, then picked me up bodily, carrying me like a bride in his arms back out to the couch.

A bride in his arms, indeed, now... this was something I couldn't miss; he was swearing his vows back to me, and the rest of the world vanished like early morning dew, alongside my memories. There was only him and I now....

"As you have sworn to me, so I to you. With this ring, I swear that I love you... today and every day, whether in stormy weather or under the clearest skies. I will stand by you in everything, and will care for you, honor you and protect you." While I didn't look away, I somehow knew that a few glances were being exchanged right now. I'm sure that at least some of my friends picked up on the subtle differences between our vows, and read between the lines. That's okay... we discussed it beforehand, and I decided that after all we had been through, people would know just who it was in our relationship that wore the pants, so to speak.

It had been months now since I first consented to wear diapers when my Master wanted it. Over time, I had come to pair the shame of being diapered with the rough sex that followed; and every time it happened, it just reinforced itself in my mind... that I was Master's little fucktoy; that I was helpless to take care of myself and that I existed only to serve him.

Well, not exactly... Certainly, that was exactly what would run through my mind during the bedroom calisthenics that would follow our little diaper games, but I still lived my own life most of the time. I had my own job, with my own goals and my own recreation. To every outside observer, I was a normal, well-rounded person; but there was a growing part of me that rejoiced in the freedom from responsibility every time Master told me to come lie down on the bed.

To my Master's surprise as much as my own, I had discovered that I loved the feeling of letting my pee flow freely. Through the path of diapers, I had discovered a little bit of a kink for watersports, that Master was happy to indulge in from time to time, but he preferred more that it was kept inside the diapers. To keep up with the fact that I slowly came to like staying wet for longer amounts of time, and the associated leaks and stains we had suffered at first, he had gradually switched the diapers he bought from simple drug store brands up over time to some of the premium brands that had to be special-ordered off the internet. These days, "come lie down, baby," would mean that I would find myself sitting on one of the thinner diapers from the cheaper packs that we still had to use up, with one of the good ones put on overtop of it to keep them from leaking.

This time, though, he was going all-out... clearly he had something in mind. I whined a little bit out of embarrassment as he stacked up two of the cheap ones, and a medium and a large of two of the better brands. "But, Sir, I won't even be able to walk!" I complained, looking at the stack of diapers and the drug store bag beside it.

He only laughed, his tail swishing in a predatory way. "Oh, you'll be able to walk," he said contentedly, "Just with quite a cute little waddle and a nice visible diaper bulge," he informed me gleefully. I shut my mouth again, turning beet red. I knew he was planning something, I just didn't know what, so I resolved to just wait and let him play things out at his own rate. There wasn't anything he had ever done to me that I hadn't come to enjoy, so I shut my mouth and just let things be. He was very thourough as he put the diapers on me, powdering me heavily enough that I knew he was planning on leaving me in them for a good long while. That was okay, we had done that before; and we even had a plastic sheet on the bed for the occasional time I leaked overnight.

He helped me up off the bed at last, and helped me dress. We had bought a couple pairs of larger stretch-pants for me to wear, since anytime I was diapered I couldn't fit my normal ones, and he put one of those on me now. Once I was dressed, I started to make my way to the couch as I had so often before, but he pulled me in a different direction, and I felt a chill down my back. "I am NOT going out in public like this!" I said loudly, planting my feet and stiffening my back.

He put his coat on anyways, and sighed with frustration. "I will be going out, with or without you. If you choose not to join me, I will punish you very, very badly when I get home. I promise you that if you DO come with me, that no one in the public will see you." I should have listened a little more closely to that careful lawyer-wording, but I was too busy wincing with uncomfortable memories. The last few punishments had been rather unpleasant.... I had no desire to stay bound to the bed for a day again with no entertainment, and as the next punishment was promised to be even worse, I pulled on my coat and ran after him, catching up with him by the elevator.

He studiously ignored me, and we rode the elevator down to the garage in silence, me staring at the floor and praying no one else would get on at the same time as us. Mercifully, we were alone, and when he pulled me towards his car, I was able to crinkle and waddle without completely dying of shame. He laughed as he got in on his side, and as we drove away, he handed me a baby bottle.

"Drink that all up, baby; we're going to go for a little bit of a drive now." I reluctantly put the bottle up to my lips, and watched desperately, praying to god that I wouldn't see anyone I knew, or more importantly that they wouldn't see me; even though I knew intellectually that no one would be able to see anything but shadows in a dark car driving down well-lit streets.

Master kept commenting about how cute it was to watch me waddling across the garage like a two year old that was just learning to walk while I drank, rushing to try and empty the bottle so that I could put it away empty all the sooner. As soon as I had tucked away the empty bottle, he pulled over and stopped the car, and kissed me hard. "That's a good little waddling diaper-dependent babyslut, drinking up all his milk," he crooned at me. "Don't worry; the laxatives I put in your bottle should wear off by tomorrow night," he said, eyes flashing a little bit with excitement as I processed what he said, dread washing across my face. I hadn't ever messed my diaper before. I had tried for him, a couple times, but I couldn't make myself do it. Seemed like this was his way of taking the choice out of my paws. "However, pup, you're gonna be wearing diapers until you can go 24 full hours without having an accident in your pants!" I did the math in my head... full-time diapers until Sunday night? I usually got tired of them after four or five hours, even if I had worn for far longer on occasion. I hoped that at least he was planning on changing them a few times...

He pulled back out into traffic again, leaving me to worry about my fate a little bit, but after a few blocks, his paw slipped over to my lap and he groped hard at my diapered cock. "Such a little slut," he chuckled softly, and it was only then that I realized I was as hard as a rock and was squirming my hips back and forth in my seat, humping the diaper slowly. He continued to paw me slowly, keeping me breathing heavily as he drove, until a good fifteen minutes later I realized he was parking. I looked around; a house in a nondescript neighborhood. I had no idea where we were, but he obviously did, and he climbed out of the car, pulling me reluctantly towards the house. I was so shocked by this point I couldn't think of anything to say, I just followed behind him with my fur bristled out and listened to the sounds of a house party well-underway. He knocked a quick pattern, and the doors opened to him. He dragged me into the house, and my jaw fell open.

As if rescued from the back pages of some fetish smut magazine, about 20 people were walking around, most of them wearing nothing more than diapers in various states of thickness and messiness. I gaped openly as a panda wearing a messy diaper, phenomenal makeup and a bondage harness took our coats, and then yelped hard, pushing my Master away. His paws were on my pants, and while I knew that the crowd around us wouldn't care at all about seeing me in diapers, I was so ashamed that I fought him anyways. My master hissed hard in my ear "You're embarrassing me.... I'm going to punish you for that!", and abruptly I stopped. He pulled my pants away to reveal the stacked-up diaper beneath, and I turned bright bright red to the sound of one of the people who was watching the show giggling an "all right!" at us. My Master gave me a hard swat across my thickly diapered seat, making me jump, and told me to go play with the other cubs.

I more or less hid in the corner, shell-shocked out of what little social skills I had at the best of times, but after an hour or so, I was squirming steadily from trying to hold back the laxatives that Master had fed me. He knew what was happening, of course, and came over, clipping a leash onto my collar and dragging me out to the center of the room. He gave me a tiny slap behind the ear, and said gently, "Tell everyone what's happening to make you squirm like this, or I'll mount you right here for everyone to see, and keep you diapered for a full week."

I whimpered, humiliated, and squirmed on the end of the leash, shaking my head no and begging him to let me go, to let me have my moment of shame in the corner. He didn't give me so much as a speck of mercy, frowning down at me. "You're halfway to that punishment, now, pup. Last chance!" At that, I broke, and looking down at the floor, announced, "I'm going to mess my diaper," shyly. A few soft chuckles came from the assembled furs, and one fox called out "Let us watch, make it a good show!" after

My Master smiled predatorily at the fox as he undid his pants, not ashamed at all about being seen naked by these people. "How would you like to help teach my little baby-slut here his place?" The fox laughed back in a way that was worrisome, and crawled over. I wrinkled my nose a little bit, I could smell the strong musk of the fox's soaked diaper already. Master yanked hard on my leash, pulling me halfway over, and then giving me another smack on the cheek. As I struggled to get to my feet again, he gestured at the fox again. "Hump his sorry ass; he loves a nice humiliating fucking. When he messes, just keep going; he needs to learn that he's not allowed to say no to me!" I gaped up at Master... letting myself be molested by some stranger? Opening my mouth to protest proved to be a bad idea, though; he yanked on my leash and pressed his cock into my mouth as soon as there was space to.

As I struggled a little with the sudden intrusion, I felt the fox's arms wrap around my waist, compressing my tortured stomach and making it gurgle. There was barely a moment's pause before I felt his crotch smash up against my crinkly, and thankfully still clean, rear. Master waggled his cock in my mouth, looking down at me expectantly. As I struggled to put aside my shame, and began to work on his cock with my tongue, the fox rhythmically squished his diaper up against my rear, his paws kneading on my sides deeply. He obviously knew just where to push to make it harder and harder for me to control myself; I felt my tailtip twitching desperately, rump muscles squirming as they struggled to keep me from humiliating myself for everyone's amusement. A sneaked glance to the side showed that we were the center of attention; most of the other furs were either smushing at the front of their diapers, or had paws right down inside.

I teared up silently, sucking hard and fast on Master's cock, hoping that maybe if I could just get him off quickly, I could slink away to the corner again and hide away from the lewd stares. To my dismay, he obviously had other plans in mind. He caught my ears in his paw, and used an alternating tug on my ears and on my leash to set the pace... slow, and putting on quite a show for people to watch. "Mmm, don't want to be a cocktease, do you, now? These nice furs here are just aching to cum now from watching you... so you're gonna be a good little slut and keep doing this until every person in here that wants to has cum."

Tears ran down my face as I looked up at him, shaking my head and pleading with my eyes, but he didn't even look at me, letting his head roll back as I pleasured his cock. The fox was getting more and more aggressive; making my entire body shake with each thrust. His paws dug deeply into my tummy, and finally, it happened. He pulled me back hard against him, and his fingers hit just the right spot. As his crotch ground up against my seat, I lost my battle, and felt a hot mush rush out of me. The wet heat spread out through my rear, and mushed up between my legs slowly. My body continued to tremble; I knew that I had more mess to get rid of, but the fox had stopped thrusting at last, and kept his crotch pressed up between my rumpcheeks. I heard him making soft moans and yips as he twitched against me. I closed my eyes in shame... I had brought a total stranger to orgasm. I was a fucktoy... just something to be used by anyone in need.

The fox drew away slowly, and I went back to sucking on Master's cock, feeling a spiral wave of embarrassment. My tummy twitched again, and I finished messing myself, purposely pushing and filling up my seat with more of the semi-liquid goo, my shame accompanied by a few sounds of approval by the spectators. As I sucked, humiliated, I felt more paws wrap around my waist, and the messy-diapered panda that I had seen earlier pressed his head up against my shoulder, taking the fox's place and smashing his own crotch against my seat, sending the sticky mess rushing up between my legs to fill my entire diaper from front to back. He was far more gentle than the fox, which was lucky for my sore tummy, but that just meant he took far longer to finish, thrusting steadily up against me for what seemed like an eternity as I tried to bring my master to orgasm. I closed my eyes in shame, trying to shut my mind off as I listened to the grunts and crinkles of a crowd of people masturbating at the sight of me.

I was almost surprised when I heard my wolf grunt and fill my mouth with his seed, the hot salty liquid seeming to come faster and harder than normal. I opened my eyes, drawing back, and realised that my mind had wandered longer than I thought... all the other furs were panting, clearly enjoying afterglow. The panda had crawled away, goodness knows how long ago, and was half-asleep in the corner... which just left me, sitting there in a messy diaper with cheeks red enough to set off a smoke detector.

I blushed again just at the memory. The fox, Steve, and Cameron, the panda who had taken his place afterwards are both in attendance today. Both of them became friends to me over time. While we had never repeated the utter debasement of that first meeting, the four of us were regulars at all of the city's diaper-lover get-togethers, so there had been a few other similar things, in both directions of embarrassment. It was Cam who had first introduced me to cross-dressing, when a regular series of pink diaper covers and little bows prompted a conversation between us. When Master caught us, I thought I would die from embarrassment, but as I discovered that I could share in his love for keeping me in diapers, he found out that having me in a skirt all the time meant that it would be that much easier to get at what's underneath it.

I walked down the street, trying to breathe with the corset wrapped tightly around my waist. I panted lightly, tottering a little bit on high heels. They were a size too small for me, so they pinched my toes agonisingly; but they were the only thing Cam had that would match up to the outfit I chose out of his closet.

"Cam, how the hell do you put up with this? An old lady with a walker could outdo me right now?" I panted, breaths shallow as I tried to keep up with him.

Somehow, an angry glare seems all the worse when the narrowed eyes are surrounded by darkened patches of fur. "Call me Carolyn," he reminded me, hissing softly. "You get used to it, you just need to learn to think like a girl instead of a man. Try swaying your hips more, and go slower. Remember, you're out to be noticed!"

I struggled to remember everything he'd taught me; while I knew that my hair was perfect, and my outfit concealed enough of my shoulders and hips that I could pass as a girl, Cam... Carolyn... had told me that the most important thing was to project being a girl. I watched his rear swaying, and struggled to match his motions. It felt very unusual, but after a while it seemed to come a little more naturally, and people stopped giving us second glances.

We stopped at an ice cream truck, and I listened to Cam clear his throat just slightly, ordering for both of us with a surprisingly high-pitched voice. I wondered silently if I could someday learn how to do that, concealing the last giveaway that I was male underneath everything.

We walked away, and I got an appreciative whistle from an old badger, eyeing me as I sucked dripping chocolate off of my fudgesicle. I blushed deeply, and peeked over at Cam, who grinned back at me evilly. "See? Just need to think about it and all of a sudden you're invisible," he said triumphantly.

Despite my success, I still trotted away; partly embarrassed and partly turned on by being assumed to be a girl. I already knew that the badger was fantasising about bending me over and laying claim to me, and I have to admit that the idea was more than a little intriguing. I continued to walk along, licking fastidiously at my paw as the ice cream melted under the July heat.

"Hello little girl! If you climb into my car, I have a nice candy for you!" I jerked my head up abruptly, face going bright red as I looked over, seeing Morgan grinning at me from the side of the street. He must have seen us, and driven to the next parking spot, because the engine was still ticking as it cooled.

Cam took the lead, since I was clearly speechless for a minute. "Is it the expensive kind of candy?" he teased, laughing slightly and sauntering over to meet Morgan. I wasn't left much of a choice now, and very slowly walked over to join them.

Morgan looked up and down my body, not even making any effort to hide his leering appraisal. "Only the best, of course... can I steal your girlfriend away for a few minutes?" he said, raising an eyebrow slowly. He didn't even wait for Cam's confused permission before he stalked over to me possessively. I felt a momentary dash of fear as he looked me over. My neck felt conspicuously bare; I had taken off my collar in favor of a simple necklace borrowed from Cam, and I reddened, feeling like a child with their paw in the cookie jar.

We walked slowly down the boardwalk, Morgan's paw wrapped tightly through mine. No one gave us so much as the slightest look as we walked down a wooded path, my eyes forced to the ground, watching for sticks and trying to keep up in high-heels. I still hadn't adapted to flat surfaces, and I'm pretty sure Morgan knew as much; otherwise he was just very quick to protect me when I finally did trip; catching me and crushing me close to him with both paws. "You look good, girly," he finally said, breaking the silence and sliding his paws up to sneak a grope at my beanbag-filled bra. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that those were completely natural," he teased, giving me a loving kiss.

"Th...thank you," I squeaked out shyly, going bright red again as soon as I found the air to do so. I looked down into his paws, where he was holding out a soft pink leather collar; of a shade that would match my outfit. I suddenly wondered; DID he spot us and stop right away? Or maybe Cam and him were making little secret plans. I thought quietly to myself, but raised my neck up none the less, letting him mark me once more as his property.

He clasped the collar quickly onto me, then hooked one finger through the D-ring on the front; looking into my eyes with gentle disapproval. "I did think I had told you that I wanted a collar on you at all times, though," he said gently, and my eyes immediately dropped in submission.

"I'm sorry, sir... I didn't think it would go together well!" I stuttered a little bit; I found myself genuinely surprised at just how bad I felt that I had disobeyed, but then it had been a good couple months since my neck had been bare for anything longer than a shower.

"Mmmm..." he breathed. He clearly wasn't mad; his acceptance of my apology was almost disinterested. I knew why, though; he was kissing slowly up and down my neck, nibbling at my exposed shoulders and giving my fake breasts a little bit of a jiggle with his other paw.

I squeaked softly, and just that little bit of interest from him was enough to make my heart start to warm. I was starting to have a dim sense of just how fully I had submitted to his will; I almost never got turned on anymore... unless he was showing some kind of interest in me. Now, as all the other times, my body went into overdrive as soon as his interest showed, and I panted slowly. "Are you gonna give me your candy, strange man?" I asked, trying to make my voice just a little more girly for him.

"Oh, I don't know... have you been a good girl lately?" he asked, twisting his paw - and in turn my collar - just a little as he asked.

I yelped shyly, my tail sliding up between my legs of it's own accord, and I genuinely found myself thinking fast; had I been a good girl? "Y...yes sir?" I squeaked hesitantly, stepping half a step back.

He growled loudly, and pushed me hard, thumping my back against a large oak tree, making me gasp slightly as the breath was forced out of me. "No, you haven't!" he breathed in my ear, then gave it a hard nip, making me yelp again. "You've been a bad girl, shaking your little slutty ass at everyone, taking off your collar so that no one else knows you're MY little fucktoy!" he explained; his arm pressed across my throat and making it harder for me to breathe. I folded my ears down quickly, and mewed pathetically at him, eyes tearing up from his disapproval. He pulled at me abruptly, and gave me a hard smack on my ass, making me jump from the pain; he was really giving it to me this time!

He turned me quickly, almost making me fall, then pushed me up against the tree again, twisting the collar so hard I coughed a little bit, mouth opening in surprise. As his paw smacked down hard on my ass, again and again, I closed my eyes, tears running down my face silently from shame at having failed my Master. His paw finally stopped, and begin to rub over my seat, making my skirt ride up slowly. "It's a good thing you're at least wearing your diapers.... little slut, getting all damp and drippy from being stared at."

I suddenly realised what was happening; he wasn't mad at all, he was horny as hell and had probably been looking for me for hours now. That confirmed it, Cam was in on this plan, but I had no intention of wrecking my Master's fantasy. My cock twitched back up again in delight, savoring the pain which I already knew would balance deliciously against the pleasure to come. "I'm not a slut!" I argued back, trying to shake free of his grasp.

His paw smacked down on my rear once again, then hoisted my skirt all the way up. "Oh really? So this is just something else entirely then, isn't it?" he growled, taking my tented diaper in his paw and ramming his crotch into my rear. I moaned lowly, closing my eyes, and squirmed more under him. The thrill of a little rape-fantasy was something we'd tried from time to time with good results, but never before had he been so frenzied while I was just at the "interested" stage; so this felt a little more intense than ever before.

"Please, mister, just let me go!" I squealed again, going back to trying to use my girly voice. He bit down suddenly on my neck, making me shriek slightly with surprise at how hard his grip was. He fumbled desperately with the seat of my diaper, yanking it down and revealing my backside to him. To my surprise, he restrained himself a little longer, paw taking a firm hold on my butt and clawing it. I winced a little as he drew fiery blood with his claws, genuinely starting to tremble now. He was using his full strength on me, and I genuinely wondered if I could get away if I tried.

He wrapped his other paw around my muzzle, holding my mouth shut, much to my relief. With my mouth held, I didn't have to worry about holding back my little screams and yelps as he had his way with me. "I'm just going to have to teach you whose slut you are all over again!" he growled into my ear; pressing the tip of his cock up to my tailhole without even using any lube.

He pressed his way into me, trembling with repressed arousal, and didn't even give me a chance to get used to it as he began to ride me raw. His every thrust forced the breath out of my chest, using his full weight to keep me pinned against the tree. I dug my claws into the bark, whimpering steadily; the arousal warring with more than a little bit of an ache as he roughly took me, but a little bit of pain had become familiar to me, and I knew my cock was drooling pre into my diaper, mashed up against my tummy with every thrust. He'd never taken me so agressively before; one arm wrapped around my waist and preventing my fervent squirming from stopping him, the other still clamped around my muzzle, repressing my cries.

I suddenly realised, I was using every trick I had to try and get away, and it wasn't working in the slightest. His teeth were still at my neck, biting down and shaking me slightly every now and again to show his dominance; his paws were unyielding, and his thrusts continued. I shuddered weakly, realising that he not only owned me by my permission, but he owned me through sheer strength as well; and I whimpered with a sudden burst of fear, my struggling giving in a notch. He must have known I'd given in, because a few seconds later, he grunted in my ear and shot a seemingly endless stream of cum into my tender backside. I sniffled slightly, closing my eyes and folding my ears down, mewing ineffectively until he finished, releasing my muzzle. His heart beat heavily enough for me to feel it on my back, and I looked into his eyes nervously.

"Whose toy are you?" he growled softly, but he already knew the answer. I opened my mouth to answer him, but only a yelp emerged as I felt a new burning heat inside my abused tailhole, stinging as it invaded me.

"That's your punishment, whore... you get to be my urinal today, and don't get to cum until tomorrow." He pulled out of me slowly, making me moan and bend under his will.

"Yes sir!" I whimpered, clenching tightly as he pulled my diaper back up and retaped it.

He walked me slowly back down the boardwalk, making me sway my butt just as much as I had the first time the other direction. The burning pee inside me made me cramp slowly; and I filled my diaper more and more every few minutes, moaning loudly each time; people hearing it every single time and giving me dreadful looks. I burned with humiliation, but my penis was as hard as a rock, making a little bulge show in the front of my skirt as the heat spread across my rear.

As time passed, I found that I was simply far more comfortable staying permanently as a submissive babygirl plaything. When I was left with the choice of quitting my job or being transferred to another office two hours' travel away, Steve offered me a job doing the data entry and answering the phones for his flooring and carpentry business. He didn't even bat an eyelash when I said I wanted all the employees to know me as a girl. I think he was half expecting it. As I made a new career for myself as Danielle, I learned little tricks to keep anyone from guessing the secret that I keep hidden away under my skirts and diapers. I haven't had anyone who didn't know me before I met Morgan so much as hint that they knew that I was born a boy.

Shaking off my thoughts, I look back at my friends in the audience. They still look confused as they exchange stories... from a few years ago and from just recently. That should be an interesting conversation to have once this is done... but I have no regrets. Morgan has been the best thing that has happened in my life, and I have just one more command to obey before I become his wife.

I stand stock-still for a moment, look my master squarely in the eye, and push. I pray to any deity that may be listening that no one but my Master knows what's happening as I feel my diaper sag, as I first soak it heavily, then push a mess out into its seat. Hopefully, my wedding dress flares out over my hips enough that no one will be able to tell what I've done...

"I do," I say loudly. Not just telling the minister that I consent to be married; but also a little secret to my Mas....husband.... that I've done as he commanded, and made myself his little messy diaperslut wife, just as he wanted.

As happened four years ago, he sweeps me into his arms, his paw sliding down to take a hard grasp on my rear. We exchange a kiss that could shatter universes once again as he mushes up my diaper. I'm at the center of the maelstrom that is his universe. And he is at the center of mine.