It has been a stressful week, like honestly, how can a costumer be so stupid!? He'd been working on multiple part time jobs, and almost all of them involved in dealing with ungodly idiotic mammals... Retail sucks.

He's fortunate enough to even have jobs like these, you get some perks in being close friends with someone who knows everybody... Especially now that that dude has a good reputation nowadays... God damnit Nick, why did you have to do it?

Ever since that red fox joined the ZPD, things have started to change bit by bit for him too. Their usual schemes have been a no go for so long now, not wanting Finnick to get caught up in any of their old news, he pulled some strings to get him to work in a more legal and safe manner... Freaking weak! He gets called in for extra help in like everywhere! His schedule has been a mess from the start, different places every day and every time, some of them clashes with the other and he has to deal with it.

He barely gets time on his own now, even meeting Nick has been a hassle, He wants to go back to the old days but honestly... It just won't work out without the other... His phone rings.

"Speak of the freaking devil."

"Hey bud!" Nick happily says on the other line, "How’s my favorite little boy?"

"What'd you want!?"

"Are you free? Today? Later? When are you free?"

"You really think I got the time to be meeting up with you?"

"Well if there's a will there’s a way," he laughs.

"No! Even if I do something always come up."

"Okay! I'm sorry, I'm sorry... So this Friday? Friday's good!"

"Nick I-"

"Bud listen! You don't have to do anything! I got this, I'll make some calls, so it'll happen, okay? Alright! Bye!" He hangs up.

"The fu!?" He pockets the phone, obviously confused of what just happened, what’s his plan? He scheming something?  He continues on his day doing inventory.




Friday came and surprisingly, he's done with work just before noon, whatever calls the red fox did might have work... Today's looking promising so far.

"There he is!" Yells Nick as he runs towards the van where Finnick usually parks.

"Yo, what kind of shi did you pull?"

"Not important, what's important is that I have a surprise for you!"

He's gleaming, why is he so happy? "Uh huh... And that is?"

"A scam! Hustling like always," they walk to the back of the van to be out of view, "you know how this work right?"

A bit surprised but happy none the less, but it also means he has to work... On the limited free day he gets... Ugh, he was hoping to get some R&R, maybe a movie or something, "I guess, better than dealing with stupid ass mammals every day. What’s the plan?"

"No plan! I mean, you don't need to know much, you'll just have to be there."

"What?"

"The less you know! The better!"

"No it's not!"

"Trust me!"

Finnick eventually gives in, he does trust Nick, and he always knows what to do. Things might have change but he sure didn't, well not much anyway. He started ransacking his van, finding his old elephant suit, that's pretty much the only thing he needs, everything else is his wits and personality. He's about to unbutton his shirt when he felt a tug on his back

"Woah hey! What are you doing!?" Finnick shouts as he grabs his gear from the bigger fox.

"I just wanted to help, can't daddy help his little boy out?"

'Daddy' can keep his paws to himself! I can dress myself, thank you!"

"Alright how about this. 60/40"

"Huh?"

"Nah, 70/30. If you let me do what I want, and follow my lead, I'll give you more of the cut, how about it?"

What’s he planning? All this just so he could dress Finnick up?

"That is IF you let me, if you don't then, no ice cream for you.  So, deal?"

"Ugh, fine! Deal!" Dressing him and carrying around isn't too much of a hassle. No one else would see him get dress anyway.

"That's the spirit! I knew you couldn't resist daddy’s love!"

Finnick sighs in defeat, "so..." He opens up his arms, "what?"

Nick snickers as he eagerly digs through the bag he bought, "Tada!" He brought out a small overall, with a picture of an elephant knitted in the middle of its big pocket. It was clearly Finnick's size.

"Where'd the hell you get that!?"

"I had it made just for you! Couldn't really find one, most were too big for you, cuz you know, you being so cute and all," he laughs while the other grunts, "okay then! Let’s get my little boy all dress up for the park!" 

Nick started removing Finnicks shirt, undershirt, and then unbuttoning his pants. Grunting all the way, Finnick grabbed hold of the paw when it hooked onto his briefs, "whoa, wait! Even my underwear!?"

Nick slides a diaper towards Finnick, "of course! You know the drill," he smiles slyly.

"I'll handle that myself," he says pouting.

"Sure, no problem, but that means no ice cream for you," sticking out his tongue, "we haven't even started yet, and you already gave up, haha."

"I'm not givi- fine! Do what you want..." Face red as a tomato.

"You're so cute when you blush," he giggles, giving him a peck between the ears, then removing the underwear while Finnick holds his arm for balance, "lay down for me now."

Finnick, completely red and in the nude now, covering himself up with his tail. He grabs a towel and lays it down on the cold metal floor of the van, he sits and waits for the red fox’s next move. Why is he still not used Nicks antics.

Nick brings out all of his equipment, baby power, wipes, and the diaper. Pushing Finnick down to face the ceiling, he started working his magic.

The fennec takes a deep breath, the ceiling of his van is as rusty as he remembered, when was the last time he thoroughly cleaned the whole van? He looks at Nick when he hears the diaper crinkles as he opens it and inspects the fabric, why does he always look so happy when he's doing this to him!? Finnick just wants to swipe that freaking smile off of his face, that'll teach him!

Finnick looks away embarrassingly when Nick raises his bottom to place the diaper beneath him, hooking his little tail on the hole made just for it. He grunts as he feels his tail tapes in place where it should be.

"Oh hush, why are you still so embarrass, we've done this a million times," grabbing both of his legs and spreading it, he reaches for the wipes.

"It's just..."

"Just... What?"

"Ugh, nevermind! Just finish up already."

"Hmm, you know what?" He leans in face to face with the other, "I think I'll take my time," his paw squeeze the fennec’s rump, shivering from the touch, "I think you'd like that."

What is he doing!? Finnick gasp, holds his breath and looks away. Feeling Nicks soft paw caressing every inch of his hips, while the other kept his legs spread. Closing his eyes as a pressure passes by his entrance, squeezing his cheeks, groping his balls and sheath, brushing his thighs... Who wouldn't get hard at this situation!?

"Oh hello! Came to join the party?"

The small fox squirms and gasp as the paw grabs hold of his cock that poked out of his sheath. The diaper underneath crinkles with each move he makes. He places his paw on his own mouth, muffling any sound he make.

He feels so humiliated, but knowing it was only Nick... A wet cold cloth made him yelp, brushing his whole rump, but the paw on his cock didn't leave. He yelps again as it started to move. "Aah!"

"Almost done lil dude."

Is he producing pre? He doesn't know, he doesn't want to look and see that smug face Nick has plastered all over his face, but his stokes started to get slippery, and fast, he doesn't bother muffling his moans now.

The wet wipes disappeared, but now he could smell the baby power up in the room. His legs gets lifted higher up for a moment, felt a puft of air directed under his tail, then the same paw came back to stoke his hard on. Arching his back as he's about to hit the line.

He could make this stop anytime he wants, it's only a few cuts from the dough, it's no big deal right...? So why can't... He... Make it... Stop... Nooo... "Dad..."

"Alright, alright, daddy's done," he removes his paw and gave one last splash of baby power, filling up the air one more time, then brings the diaper up front and taping it in place, "there we go, all set!"

Finnick lays still, still completely red, breathing heavily and exhausted... Putting him in diapers were never this much of a tease, "Why did you stop!" He whines.

"Stop? I didn't stop, I was supposed to put you in the diaper, and thats what I did," he leans in, digging his paw at the front, while a finger presses right below his tail, "Can't have daddy's little boy making a sticky now right now, especially since we're just getting started," placing a long kiss on his cheeks.

Finnick still haven't caught his breath, and it looks like he won't be able to grab it anytime soon. Nick covers him with his whole body, placing him into his lap, a single paw rubbing both his front and back, making the diaper crinkle, the only thing you could hear inside the van, along with the fennecs whimpers.

He grabs hold of the paw, clutching it with his own, caressing it as he squirms around Nicks lap. He gives out one big maon. Nick sees the opportunity and places a pacifier in his mouth, and lets go of the little fox.

Finnick caught completely off guard, he freezes, the paw he's was clutching on and squeezing him disappeared. The lips exploring his head didn't finish its job. The warm body surrounding him left... Suddenly making him feel empty... He sucks on the pacifier, looks back to the larger fox, still feeling red.

"There we go! See, wasn't that fun? Now lets get you in a shirt and that new overalls I got you!"

The small fox go all flustered then lunges towards him.




They found themselves in a busy park, kids run around, parents relaxing on the side or under a tree, some on a romantic date while the other played sports. It's clearly a perfect day.

Nick walks towards a bench under a tree, on his arm a pouting small little fennec in an overall, fur all puft up, smelling like baby powder all over, tail wagging seldomly, still not feeling up to it.

Finnick's still calming down from the ordeal he had just went through, he didn't get to have his fun at all. The red fox smiling happily the whole walk made the other even more irritated, he just wants to bite, kick, and scratch him all over.

He takes the pacifier off for a moment, "are you gonna tell me what we're gonna do now?" He place it back on his mouth.

"I told you, you don't need to do anything," Nick says as he started rocking the smaller one on his arms, "just do what you do best, be all cute and shake your tushy for daddy," giving the diaper a squeeze.

"At least tell me something!"

"Just follow my lead, really, I got this, I need you for flavor."

"How about just-" he stops and places the pacifier back once other mammals started to get close to them. He puts on his signature baby face... Which is his actual face just not looking grumpy.

Nick drops him down and takes a seat, "alright lil bud, go out there and have fun," pushing him towards the playground.

Finnick's confused, what was the plan really? He really should have explained the scheme, because he is completely clueless right now, he waddles back to Nick's grasp signaling him to tell him something about the plan, panicking a little.

"Don't worry bud, daddy will be right here, go on and play, the sandbox is free," he smiles and winks at him.

What does that supposed to mean!? Fine! If this is the lead he's gonna give him then it's what he's gonna take. He waddles his way into the sandbox, the diaper he's wearing is pretty hard to ignore, walking wasn't difficult, but it crinkles with every move he makes.

He got to the sandbox no problem, it wasn't full only a couple of kids, a tiger and a piglet. He pays them no mind, he finds a spot and sits there facing the red fox, Nick smiles and waves at him, so he did the same, the other parents who notice smiles as well.

Nick circles his paw, Finnick tilts his head, he then point to the other side of the sandbox, Finnick shifts and sees some toys laying around. He grunts under his pacifier and crawls towards the toys, which were a truck and some action figures. The fu is he going to do with these!? These look so boring! And who the hell is this character!? He brushes the toys aside and sees a colorful bucket... Nothing else around that looks interesting, might as well pass the time with that. He crawls towards the bucket and started filling it up with sand, no shovel so just with his paws, and not too fast as to not attract attention.

Nick sits quietly at the bench, watching Finnick waddle around sandbox. He giggles at every little silly thing he does.

"Who's your kid?" One of the parents ask him.

He points, "Yours?"

She points to the raccoon on the seesaw, "she's an angel."

"Mines the devil then," they both laughs.

Finnick then slams the bucket onto the ground and kicks the sand hills down.

"See!?" They laugh again, the fennec then waddles towards their direction, "here he comes, what is it little guy? Want your bottle?"

Finnick ignores the sly grin the red fox gives out, and looks to the lady he's been talking too. But Nick didn't give out any signs, he must have this under control. He goes to his diaper bag and digs through the zippers until he find the- "shovel!" Waving it at Nick happily, he giggles and waddles back to the sandbox, tripping himself to make his act more believable.

"He's adorable."

"He is isn't he? A big stinker too. Yours is pretty behave," looking at the little raccoon, who's still on the seesaw with her friend.

“Will you be sending them to do sports soon?” says another voice on the other side.

They both turned their heads and sees a nicely dress pig, wearing a fashionable hat and sunglasses under the tree, “better start early while you still can darling.”

“Oh… she just plays whatever she wants, let her decide you know?”

“My kid just turned four,” the lady gave out a strange self-important aura, a familiar one.

“And still not potty trained I see?” they all glance to the fennec who’s puffy rump is up in the air as he digs out more sand, “My Michael started playing soccer after being fully potty trained, all before he reach three.”

Nick did his best not to laugh when they all look at his kid shaking his butt at them, “He’s- haha- getting there, He just really likes the diaper,” not a lie, he giggles to himself.

“Ugh, you’re going to spoil him,” she says disgustingly, “I mean just look at my kid,” she points to a group of kids further from them, “An athlete, independent, and smart!”

Guessing she means the only pig in the group of kids playing soccer… he looks like a future jock that’ll bully kids for money. The fox and the raccoon shared a concern look.

“Finnick could easily beat the shit of him,” he says under his breath.

“What was that!?”

“Oh- I mean- I don’t mind spoiling my little boy, he’ll only be a kid once right? I say let him wet the bed,” they laugh while the pig shows her disagreement, “I’d like to let my kid explore.”

Even though he did the sand castle as sloppy as he could, it still looks amazing for a cub’s standard. The parents stands around very impressed and taking pictures, while the kids stared in awe.

He saw red fox looking at his direction so he waves happily at him, Nick waves back. The parents now saw the parent of the cub who just made the well-crafted sandcastle in front of them. Nick smiles happily to the kit, giving him a thumbs up, making eye contact with other parents that looks to his direction. Inside he is actually just laughing and grinning at the attention, and at the idea that he had just out parented everyone, his ego has just been fed, that's daddy's little boy!

Finnick's well aware this is all pretend, but seeing Nick give him an approving look like that, so proud, a happy smile that looks so genuine... It makes his stomach all tingly. He smiles and waves even harder at him when Nick brings out his phone and started taking pictures.

“Well would you look at that,” he eyes the pig, clearly embarrass of the situation, “and still on diapers too.”

The pig decided to not say anything else anymore and eventually leaves once the kids playing soccer took a break, leaving him and the raccoon the chat on their own again.

Seeing the swing free, Finnick crinkles towards it. It's a feet higher than him, so he sloppy jumps to it, purposely losing his footing, he dangles upside down a bit, using the opportunity to look around, he sees most of the parents eyes are on him, including Nick, time to make a show! 

He falls to the ground, earning him a gasp from everyone looking, waddling back up, he tries again. This time leaving his bottom half dangling, then intentionally having his other foot slip off, those losers love these cute stuff. He eventually lets himself get on the swing on all fours, balancing himself until he sits down, giggling then waving again to Nick once he's perfectly seated.

The crowd loves it, ogling over the fennecs’ actions. Nick snickers a bit as his new found acquaintance praises him and his son.

Finnick stayed on the swing for a while, until some kids ask him to play with them, seeing as one of them looks like the lady Nick has been talking too, he decided to mingle with them. This better help in whatever the plan is. But then, things eventually started to get boring! The kids he met were nice and all but... They were all so stupid! Talking about such pointless things! The color of the sky, who gets to be it, their favorite show, ugh! He started to get all sleepy running around aimlessly. He didn’t even get any of their names, he didn’t even get to talk either.

He waddles back to Nick, feeling exhausted.

"Hey lil bud, whats up? Sleepy? All tired out?"

He yawns and nod, he raises his arms to him.

"Alright get in here," Nick picks him up and gently cradles him on his arms, "hold up- wait-" he reposition him into a more comfortable position, “And there we go."

He did feel comfy, being on Nicks arms has always been comfortable, there was never a time it didn't. He lays his head on the other's chest, digging his snout on him, taking a deep sniff of his scent, still as good as earlier.

"He's adorable," says the raccoon.

"He is isn't he?" He rocks him up and down, "daddy's little boy."

Finnick reddens, shifts a little and starts whimpering, signaling Nick.

"Getting cranky."

"He just wants his bottle," he digs to the diaper bag using his free paw, bringing out a blue colored baby bottle. Biting off the cap, he brings the nibble to Finnicks mouth, "here you go bud."

The little fennex immediately suckles once he felt the soft teat brought to him. It takes a while to get the right flow of milk going, it's quite pleasant, sweet, somehow warm, and spiced, just how he likes it.

He sinks his head even deeper on Nicks chest, he starts purring naturally. Honestly, these are his favorite parts when they're on the job, it always felt so nice. Eventually everything started to get hazy, in a comforting way, he could barely understand what the other two were talking now... And then he just fell asleep.



A honk from a car wakes him up from his slumber, a bit startled but calms down as the soft arm around him squeezes him gentle, "shhhh, shhhh, it's alright, go back to sleep bud."

Finnick stares above him as he's beong cradled. Nick looks so sweet, happy and tender, the sky almost the same color as his fur ment its sunset, and the building around says that they've been walking for a while... How long was he asleep?

He shifts and stretches, placing his head on the others shoulder and wrapping his arms in his neck, "There was no scheme wasn't there?"

"Oh, and what makes you say that?"

"You didn't have anything with you to sell," he says, "I watched you the whole day, all you did was talk to those parents, and take pictures of me... I think you just wanted to one up those mammals."

"Hmm... You could say that."

Finnick stretches his limbs again, getting comfortable on Nicks arms, "you just wasted the day to make fun of me," he whispers.

"That's not true," looking him in the eye, "today's a day well spent."

"Pft, why's that?"

Nick brings him back down on his arms, and licks the smaller ones snout, "I get to spend the day with my little boy," he smiles.

Finnick goes red on the cheeks at the gesture.

"I wanted you to relax today, and not worry about anything... And you did just that didn't you? You had fun out there, and that made me happy."

He digs his head into the older fox's fur, taking a deep breath of his musk, "thank you..."

"You're welcome," he says, gently bouncing the fennec up and down on his arm, "just keep sleeping, let daddy take care of you," giving him another lick on the snout.

Finnick closes his eyes, letting the sweet feeling of warmth, comfort and protection envelope him, he had never felt so small like this, and it didn't irritate him like it normally would... Maybe because this is Nick he's being small too... Always there to hold his paw, to carry him when he wants too, to protect him when he needs too, his guardian... his brother... his dad.

Soft texture found its way to his mouth, unlike his usual instinct to bite it, he sucks on it instead. It's squishy, familiar and relaxing, occupying a good amount of his mouth, it's his pacifier... His favorite one too.
He hears the older fox humming a melody, a smooth hymm he'd heard somewhere before, it always made him shut up and just listen. Being rock up and down seems to always do the trick to keep him still, especially if you're being rock by soft arms, owned by your favorite mammal. The whole sensation is enough to send him back off to sleep.



Finnick still sound asleep on his daddy's arms, chest rise and falls as he breaths softly. Shifting once and a while to dig closer to the red fox.

He winces a bit as he feels something out of place, but don't know what, he then breathes heavier but slowly, shifting even more frequently. Warmth, hot, growing somewhere, up? Or down? Both?

Flustered? Good? His pacifier falls out as he breaths even heavier than before, whimpering. Arms flailing, searching something to hold, and it does, it's long, soft, furry, he holds his close to him, his legs however keeps closing and opening, which is better?

He finally pinpoints the source of it all, at his crotch, someone? Or something is happening down there. He hears crinkling, and nothing else. Should it stop? Should he cry out? No... Keep... Going... He moans out.

His eyes suddenly opens and immediately moans again then whimpers. On top of him is his daddys face, smiling down on him, so happy and proud. Finding himself on his lap laid wide open for him, one paw clutching his chest while the other rubs his diaper, crinkling in a lovely rhythm, he opens his legs wider for him. He moans again, "d-daddy!"

Nick kisses him on the cheek, between the ears, on the forehead, on the other cheek. Showering the smaller fox with kisses all over his head, not leaving a single spot unpecked.

Finnick pushes him at first, but eventually lets the bigger fox do as he pleases. He kisses back once he got the chance, after a bit they started making out. Letting his dad dominate him in every way, their tongue dances inside of the smaller one, lettling him lead, explore, and coat everything with his taste. 

He's been lifted up, hug close to the others chest. Nowhere to properly lean but hang on to his daddy's slim body, the paw groping his diaper held him in place, he pushes in to the touch, it pushes back, the pressure right on his hole made him moan.

Finnick falls to the bed, his daddy towers over him, the face of a predator playing with his food... Please let keep playing with me!

Nick watches as his little boy lolling his tongue out, squirming right under him, begging for his touch for his attention. That small body, brown eyes, baby soft fur, the smell of baby powder mix with the stench of sex. His diaper crinkles, bulges with anticipation, filled with pre! Soon to be filled with cum! Both front and back! Oh he just wants to eat him up!

He dives back into his mouth, already missing his taste, his paw rubs his diaper, stroking it, making his boy moan further. His finger founds the diapers tail hole, and digs it in bringing it right to his favorite little hole rubbing it.

Finnick shudder, finally! He pushes back, begging for it to happen, "daddy!"

They took a breather, but Nicks paw didn't stop pleasuring his little boy, "what do you want?" He whispers.

"I want... I want... Ahhh!" Finnick can't focus as both of his front and back being handled so expertly.

Nick slows his pace down, "tell me what you want."

"Nnn- nooo! Daddy nooo! Don't slow down!!" Squirming even more, flailing to grab hold of anything.

Nick shifts, clawing the hole on the tail, making it bigger, he aims in dick right at the entrance, pushing at the little pucker, "tell daddy what you want him to do!"

"Me! I want daddy to do me! I want daddy's juice!"

Nick growls, pinning Finnick down on the bed, thrusting his hips forward.

"Now that's daddy's little boy."