There was no telling how far Ravi was from home when the SUV stopped.  A bit of the fur dye had trickled onto the car seat, but the plastic covering it meant that no damage was done.  The clothes would definitely need a wash, however.
He awakened hungry, thirsty, and groggy, the vague sense of the seatbelts being removed before he was carried up and out of the vehicle.  His parents never carried him out.
Oh, right.  His parents.  Looking up, he saw the face of the fox that had kidnapped and hurt him on the beach, taking him from under the snout of his mom and dad.  The sky was a deep orange.  He’d never seen the sunrise before.  It lit up the vast fields before them, framing the expanse of fields as far as he could see.
Just fields.
His heart sank.  He wasn’t going to be able to run away and hide.
The house they were approaching was massive compared to the suburban home the wolf was used to.  Two ornate doors, a large porch, and three stories tall, he’d be in awe had he not known this was to be his home, leaving everything he had prior behind.
The doors opened with that cyan glow, and they went in.
The inside of the mansion was just as impressive as the outside, the mansion feel being played up from the foyer alone.  There was no tour, however; up the stairs and past the baby gates they went.  The wolf’s struggles were all but useless, and the diaper, no longer warm, felt like slime against him.  “Lemme go!” he whimpered at the bigger fur, but he only chuckled.
“You’ll like it here, sweetie.  Your sister does, and I’m sure you will too.”  His smug, twisted smile made Ravi double his efforts, but the toned white fox was much, much stronger than the cub.
“Daddy!  You’re home!”  The wolf’s eyes widened as he took in this room, the scent of which was the first to hit him in full force.  It was infantile, pathetically so- the smell of diapers masked by baby products and vanilla incense, combining with the smell of a cub his age in a crib made for two.  Her eyes went as wide as his, the pacifier falling from her maw, though still tethered to her footed pajamas.  Her head peeked over the top, bright eyed and a bushy, wagging tail.  She looked almost exactly like a white version of the black wolf, save the species and the coat.  Ravi’s was currently in patches due to sweat making the color run.
“And you got me a sister!  What’s her name?  Mine’s Gela!  How are you doing?  Did you like the car trip?  Oh, daddy I love her so much already, can I play with her now?”
Ravi looked to the foxes, one after another.  “Wh- I-”  A slap on the bottom cause him to yelp.  He hadn’t been spanked by his parents before, and the fox knew how to make it hurt through the padding which was starting to irritate the wolf’s nose.
“You’ll get to play with your new sister in time,” Daddy remarked.  The swimsuit was thrown into a hamper, leaving the wolf with color splotches everywhere.  “Daddy has to get your sister into better clothes, okay?  Now be quiet.”  An excited nod.  The fox kit’s tail never stopped wagging, her clawless paws clutching the crib rails with glee while the adult strapped the other cub down onto a changing table right beside the ornate white crib.
“Daddy, why does my new sister have a cock?”  Ravi blushed hard at that, his breathing growing short in panic as the father slowly, carefully cleaned the slimy urine off with wet wipes.  They were mercifully warm.  A vague sense of emptiness followed the plug being removed.
“Daddy couldn’t find the perfect girl for you, Princess.  So he got the next best thing.”  The diaper unfolded was a diaper with four tapes instead of two and had a 9 emblazoned on the thick, cloud printed front.  It smelled vaguely sweet as it slid underneath him, his legs raised up by the fox, leaving the wolf cub thickly padded.  A perfect fit.  As well it should- he and the fox were the same size and body type.  It crinkled noisily as the big fox kissed the front.  The cage didn’t cause any bulge at all, nor was the young wolf able to feel much of anything through the padding.  The change was done.
Mittens and booties were replaced with new ones in pink before he was released from the binds.  His paws were now useless balled up, and his feet’s pawpads didn’t feel fabric.
As with most boys his age, the pink caused him to speak up once more.  “But I’m not a girl,” he whimpered.  The cry fell on deaf ears, of course, as ‘Daddy’ set him lying down on the crib before kissing his forehead.
A smile crossed the fox’s lips, one less cruel.  It was directed at the fox kit.  “Be good to her, Belle.  I’ll be setting the table for breakfast.”
“Hi sissy!  What’s your name?”  The kit gave him an unwelcome hug.  She was where the perfume he was forced to wear came from.  Pathetic little baby girl.  She was the reason why his parents didn’t recognize his scent immediately.
“Get away from me!”  He yelled at her, pushing her away.  She was as weak as she smelled, falling backward with a thump.  Her excitement turned to fear as he tried to stand and crawl out of this crib.  Escape may have been impossible, but his mind was racing in panic.  He needed to get out of here before he turned into her!  He wasn’t-
A yowl the moment he put pressure on a foot, making him tumble backwards into the crib.  There were spikes in his booties.  He clutched it; he wasn’t going to walk with these on.
Meanwhile, the kit was bawling.  She hadn’t been pushed particularly hard.  Steps outside the door made Ravi switch his tone almost instantly, crawling to her side and shushing her.  “Uhh... Gela, right?”  A nod, barely seen through the tears.  “Right, I’m sorry for pushing you, can you forgive me?”  He looked to her and the door, hoping that the latter wouldn’t open yet.  That ensured he was surprised when she pulled him close and gave him a kiss.  A deep, French kiss that he tried not to struggle against.  They were there for what felt like forever before he was forced to come up for air, panting.
“I forgive you sissy!”  Back to bright and shiny she was, and not a moment too soon.  The door opened.
“Let’s get the two of you downstairs.  I’m sure you’re hungry after such a long trip.”
Light sniffles followed the three of them downstairs before Daddy took a handkerchief and let Gela blow her nose.  The cubs were quickly seated in highchairs around a fancy dining table.  Silver trays bore a breakfast of meat strips, and as much as he wanted to hate it all, they smelled good.  Really, really good.  His stomach grumbled in agreement, but attempting to move his arms was met with more soft cuffs.  They were bore by odd-looking furs.
But not quite any fur he’d ever seen.  Instead of being clad in fur or wool, they had instead various colors of latex coating what their maid outfits did not cover.  He couldn’t tell the species, nor any expressions.  He gulped, watching their every move until they left.
Somehow, it distracted him from the fact that ‘Daddy’ was offering him a morsel of the meat.  His first reaction was to resist, but his stomach grumbled.
He took the bite.
Later, he tried to remember the taste or anything about what happened, but it all eluded him.  Perhaps it was the drugs still in him, or the emotions still running through that hadn’t been resolved.  But it was good, and he was fed.  The wolf barely flinched as the fox offered a bottle of milk.  He drank it just as eagerly, in that haze of content and pleasure.
Daddy and patted his back.  A loud, uncouth burp let loose from his mouth, leaving the kit to giggle and for the white fox to crack a smile.
Ravi basked in the afterglow of the meal, leaning back into the chair.  His eyes lidded.  He wanted to hate him.  He wanted to hate everything about this place, and to run away, or to do anything.
He barely moved a muscle as Daddy lifted him up and out of the chair.  “You need a bath,” he mused, lifting his own cub out of her chair.
The bathroom smelled nice, and the bath was great too.  His mind swam like the rubber ducks in the massive bath, big enough for the two of them and then some.  He giggled at the suds as the shampoo lathered on thickly, saying bye-bye to his dark fur as it drained like dye down the drain.  He giggled as his muzzle twitched, his features being squished and morphed to look more like his new family’s by the paws of his ‘father.’  A vague sense of pain as the chastity belt slid off, his cock still there but too small to catch the cage, and besides his balls had receded back into him, matching the new, more feminine look he now bore.
He left the bath a changed fur, a fluffy towel drying him off.
“Now, let’s clean your insides, sweetie,” he crooned, giving her headfur a sniff.  Strawberries.  He brandished an enema bag and properly lubed the tip.  “Bend over, sweetie, hands on the tub.  Just like that.  There you go.”  It took a few seconds, but as the cum was picked up inside of him the cub snapped out of his reverie and would have slipped if it were not for the mat in the tub.  “Shh, sweetie.  Don’t panic, just let it in.”
Oh, but Ravi did want to panic.  He was in yet another foreign place, his stomach was starting to cramp, and-
“Don’t move sissy, or Daddy’s gonna punish you!”  Came the warning.  The now-fox whined.
It wasn’t easy being still.  It felt like something was churning inside him, the enema filling him up.  It mercifully stopped before it properly hurt.  A rather unusually thick pair of pull-ups were slid on before the plug was removed and the wolf heard his new voice for the first time- tiny squeals and whimpers softer than the noises his bottom, yelping at the sudden exit of everything he’d eaten in the past few days.  The pull-up held, thankfully, and the two cubs were laid side by side on a changing table where the toilet normally was.  Ravi looked down in horror at himself, the weight of his actions- and his new fur color- hitting him all at once.
He began to cry.  Choking sobs as the pull-up was removed, wiped down, and replaced with a proper diaper.  He couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror, a spitting image to the fox waving next to him.  It was creepy, foreign- there looked to be none of the wolf left.  His snout itched as Daddy reapplied the mittens and booties to him.  He couldn’t help but cry himself to sleep.
Morning came too soon.  Far too soon.  His face was down in the crib mattress, his ass up in the air.  He could feel a breeze; the heavy weight of the diaper around his ankles.  He turned to see his new sister, grinning like a madwoman and brandishing a strapon that looked like it came out of Fisher-Price with its basic colors.  It dripped wet with lube.  He tried to get up and move.  Only then did he realize that he was tied down in this position.
Daddy had his video camera up.
“Welcome to the family, sissy!”