It took a while to get used to the buttplug in his ass.  The soft bedding, teased his new prepubescent body like a lover and he didn’t dare touch the body pillow.  And the diaper.  The damned diaper.  Every tiny shift tickled his hypersensitive crotch, a constant reminder of what he lost.  And he had to pry himself out of his new sister’s arms once she fell asleep.
Despite that, Ravi slept peacefully.
The light slowly brightened, the door opening.  Him.  Daddy.  Ravi let out a moan.  Even the slightest touch was too much.  It was hard to resist grinding against Daddy’s hip.
“Good morning to you too, Princess.  Let’s check the damage, hm?”  The groggy ex-wolf found his waistband pulled and two digits invade his leak guards.  A whimper now, and instinctively held on closer to the male.
“Dry and clean, I see.  We’ll work on that.”  A kiss on the forehead.  “I see you’re looking for sissy.  Don’t worry, she’s being taken care of by the other maids.  I just thought we could use a little one on one time.  Isn’t that exciting?”
Ravi shook his head.  Daddy laughed.
“You’ll learn to love it.  Don’t worry.  But first...”  The newly minted fox girl squirmed as her bottom hit the changing table, pressing the buttplug in deeper.  His voice was weak; the whiny tinny of a prepubescent girl.
“I don’t like the plug...” he managed numbly.  The attempt at puppy dog eyes didn’t work when the sparkle was so dim, but spirits rose as the velcro tapes ripped, one at a time and Ravi was given the first look at his new body.  Gone was the muscle mass from sports and roughhousing with his classmates, the scar on his hand from his youth replaced with tender, soft digits and his body far less toned.  And the pussy.  He felt every twitch, every pulse, doubly so exposed to the air.
Daddy lubed up a finger and spun it around the plug’s base, eliciting far more squeaks and moans.  Ravi hated that it started to feel natural.  It began to spin this way and that under the larger fox’s fingers before the pressure built up and the discomfort multiplied.  His breath caught in time with the pop, and the buttplug laid on his navel as the diaper’s tapes were reapplied.
“Now what do you say to Daddy, princess?”
He bit his lip.  Then his captor pressed the buttplug down on him, a reminder of what just happened.
“T-thank you.”
“Thank you...?”
“Thank you... Daddy...”
“Good girl.”  He walked off for a second, the dark plug in paw, leaving Ravi considerably emptier, but much more comfortable.  His paws went to touch his chest in curiosity.  A bad idea; the electric tingles were about as bad as the ones in his diaper.  The diaper.
None of this was his.  No, his stuff was at home.  This was just a nightmare, and he’d wake up any second now.  He hopped off the table and fell on his face, his legs having given up on him without any warning.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot, despite it being barely any distance.
Tears welled up in his eyes.  Frustration.  Pain.  Despair.  Everything welled up in one big ball of depression and stress and he couldn’t help but to cry.
Not cry.  Wail.  Wail as loudly as his body could manage, screaming out just to let the emotions out.  He couldn’t stop.  He honestly didn’t want to.  Why would he?
The door slammed back open and Daddy rushed to his side in a hurry.  “Shh,” he whispered, holding Ravi close.  “Shh.  It’s okay, princess.  Daddy’s here.  He’ll make it better.”
Kiss after kiss.  Ravi’s head felt light; empty.  It hurt to breathe.  Everything hurt.  There was no glow left in his eyes.
Daddy held him close.  Dry, ragged sobs.  Weakly beating his fist against the larger fox, barely making a sound in comparison.  Heart beating too fast, in his ears, drowning out the sound of heartbeat against his ear.
Daddy’s breathing anchored her- no, him.  He felt the raw emotions start to subside.  What was he crying about, again?  Vaguely aware that Daddy pocketed something.  The world around started to melt away, and all he could see was the vast expanse of fur beyond the tears.  He coughed, and Daddy held him tighter.  It was hard to think.  Vaguely aware Daddy whispered in her ear.  “Good girl.”  “Let it all out.”  They sounded so far away, but two words stuck out.
“Breathe.  Relax.”
Despite everything, Ravi’s grip on the big, strong fox weakened, the wailing now but sniffles.  She blew her nose on Daddy’s handkerchief, feeling even weaker.  Drained.  Numb, but shaking.
“That’s it, Princess.  You’re nothing more than Daddy’s little girl, and that’s okay.”
The words seemed to ring, to bounce in his head.  She squealed as he took a step, the emotions returning.  Then he began to rock her, gently bouncing the broken little fox cub.
Ravi was vaguely aware of the baby bottle, but her body knew to suckle on the creamy liquid.  He hadn’t opened his eyes since they left the bedroom and a bit of milk splashed on her muzzle as another hiccup escaped her throat.  A rag cleaned that up quickly.  She felt herself being rocked, then burped.
If Daddy had any other plans for the day, he seemed to have abandoned them.  A pill before another bottle before the little fox kit passed out from exhaustion, drifting off, the little vixen’s body bathed in warmth.
This wasn’t so bad, was it?