A handsome, graying rabbit, probably around 55 years old, was walking in front of a group of children, studying them all intently. Occasionally, he would touch one of them on the shoulder or on the cheek and make them turn or bend so he could look more closely at them. He smiled at a few and pointed a few others toward a door. They left without question. Once he had narrowed the selection down to five young boys and girls, he stood in front of them and said, “My name is Valis Qorn. I am the personal attendant to the prince. Do you all know why you are here?”


A young skunk spoke up, his voice soft and high, “We are to be gifts for the prince!”


Valis nodded to the group, “That is right. You are all going to be gifts to the prince. Your families have been paid well for you. You will not likely see them again, and now you are property of the crown. You have no freedoms, no choices, and no arguments. You will be assigned a duty that will be carried out without question or hesitation. If you refuse, you will not like what happens. I will see to that personally, do you all understand?” He asked commandingly.


The five children all nodded. They knew what it meant when the royal family owned you: you would never be hungry, that you would always have a warm bed and loving furs around you to cuddle with as long as you lived. Most slaves of the crown lived long lives. It was a much more comfortable life than being a slave of a corporation or a pleasure house. Corporations had little oversight, and safety standards were up to the slave owners. Ever since the World Business Council bought  the world’s governments, and installed an oligarchical monarchy to make the laws of the land, corporate profits had become more valuable than fursons’ lives.In short, being a slave of the royal family meant more freedom than the alternative, and they were all glad for it.


 Valis tapped on the head of a mouse and a pretty rabbit girl and pointed them to one door, “Through there, get washed up. You will be provided clothes and instructions for your duties.” He said, waving them off. They obeyed immediately.


He further instructed a fox boy toward a second door, “Same with you. Through there, cleaned, clothed, and await instructions.” The fox was moving before Valis was finished his sentence. “Now, for you two, you will come with me.” He said to the remaining children.


One was a skunk boy, approximately eleven years old. He had a cute face, partially covered with teal blue hair. He was a little plump, not unpleasantly so, and was wearing tight-fitting clothes. The other was a lamb, no more than seven or eight years old. Valis wasn’t sure if the lamb was a boy or a girl. It was dressed in a skirt, but didn’t seem to be happy in it because it was already starting to unbutton the skirt indignantly. If it was a boy, his parents had a sense of humor.


Through the door, Valis waited for the two kids to undress. ep, humorous parents, the lamb was a boy, Valis thought to himself, and then started to undress himself. “By the end of the day today, you two will look like this.” He said, indicating the smooth line where his genitals should have been, “You will be nullified. Your cock and balls will be removed, and your prostate will be repressed. You will likely need to be in diapers again until you can retrain yourself to hold your bladder without a full prostate. You will be used for both household slavery and sexual slavery. The prince is thirteen years old next week, and has the urges of a young man burning in his loins. I am much too old for him to enjoy, but you will be perfect for him.”


Both of the boys looked scared now. They had never imagined that having their bits removed would be part of becoming a slave for the crown. Despite this, the skunk found himself slightly aroused at the idea of being made a eunuch in order to keep his youthful voice and demeanor. He definitely enjoyed the thought of being used for sexual pleasure by the prince, who was a very handsome wolf.


The lamb, on the other hand, was now literally pissing himself. He tried pitifully to stop the flow, but his bladder wouldn’t cooperate. Valis chuckled, “Looks like you won’t need a lot of time to get used to being a diaper slut, now, will you?” He forcefully lead the boys into a pristine, white room with several chairs along one wall. Each chair had stirrups and straps for the arms and legs, and and additional one to go across he belly to . Valis helped the boys into a chair each and strapped them down. “This may sting a bit, but it will only last a moment.” He told them, pulling two syringes from a drawer and opening the packaging around each. He rubbed the sheath of the lamb’s little cock until he got it to stiffen up. The lamb was whimpering softly and humping against the rabbit’s paw, desperately wishing to get one more orgasm before he was nullified.


The older hare grinned and wrapped his mouth around the skunk’s cock, being sure to make slurping noises as much as he could with the young buck’s slowly stiffening shaft. He kept rubbing on the lamb, who was watching intently and moaning as he continued thrusting against the adult’s paw. Valis had the syringes of novocain in his other paw, carefully pushing the cap off the needle while he continued to pleasure the two eager cubs. He felt a bit of salty liquid burst into his mouth as the skunk tensed up and grabbed onto the long ears of the man, humping his face with a feral growl. Valis continued to suck gently on the little cock until it stopped twitching, then pulled away and began sucking on the lamb. 


The lamb didn’t last long, having been heavily aroused from watching the hare suck off the skunk, he came in just a few seconds. Valis murred loudly and sucked gently on the little cock until the lamb’s body relaxed. Both of the young boys were panting heavily, gulping air as minute twitches made their legs and arms jump periodically. Valis had a moment of femininity as he thought how absolutely adorable the boys looked as they lay naked in the chairs.


He waited until it seemed like both of the boys were going to fall asleep before clicking the arm restraints into place. Before either boy could start to struggle, the hare was jabbing the needles expertly into the space just at the base of the cock and just above the balls. He squeezed the plungers immediately to empty the powerful numbing agent into their crotches.


The lamb screamed. “Ow! Fuck! Owwwwwie!” he cried, pulling hard on the restraints to try to push the offending implement away, but he could barely reach his hips, much less his crotch.


The skunk cringed and tensed up, but was too preoccupied with the fact that his cock had just been stung by what felt like multiple bees to make much sound. It was only a few seconds before the pain went away, though, and he relaxed, trembling from the adrenaline as he noticed that his cock and balls were going numb. He looked down to see that Valis was again rubbing at his crotch, but he could feel nothing. Valis watched carefully for any reaction, “Can you feel any of that? Any pressure or anything?”


The skunk boy shook his head, “No, sir… It’s… It’s totally numb.” He whimpered, knowing that he was about to lose his cute little cock. That cock had been a favorite back home, where his brother would regularly sneak to his room at night to ‘play the squirt game.’ He closed his eyes tight, waiting for it to be over, when he suddenly felt a white hot pain in his cock, right at the base. The pain travelled along the length of his cock until it reached the tip. He could feel as Valis cut away the flesh around his urethra and expertly peeled the spongy tissues away. It didn’t hurt anymore, the area was almost completely numb, but he could feel pressure in places that he had never felt before. It felt like he was getting a permanent, forced erection.


The skunk opened his eyes to see that there was a clear, bioplastic tube sticking out about where the base of his cock used to be. Besides that, there was blood. Lots of it. His face went pale while he watched the rabbit cut open his scrotum and pull his two cute, little balls out and snip them off. A tear rolled out of his eye while he watched Valis run the plastic tube down further, stitching it into place at the base of where his sack used to be.


There were forty stitches in the long cut that was left before Valis looked up and said, “All done, little guy- er… little thing. How does it feel?”


At a loss for words, the skunk only shrugged and let itself pass out on the table.


The lamb was next. The novocain had had more time to take effect on him, so when he closed his eyes in preparation, he felt nothing until the hare patted him on the shoulder and said, “It’s over, little lamb. You are now a proper slave.” The lamb opened his eyes and looked down at… 


Nothing. Just a thin, clear plastic tube sticking out of a shaved crotch. It too went limp, face pale from disbelief. Valis smiled at the two and then wrapped a diaper around each before having them carried to the slave quarters, where he waited for them to wake up. Both of them were quite soggy by the time they did. They both started to try to take the diapers off, but Valis swatted at their paws, “Do not take these off unless you are told to. You will be changed by me or by one of the trainers, you are not to allow yourselves to leak, do you understand?” They both nodded. 


“Good. Now, the shot I gave you numbed you for the procedure and is now dissolving part of your prostate. You should notice that your urges for sexual activity will diminish to almost nothing. You will not ask for sex because you will not want it, but if it is asked of you by your betters or by the royal family, you will comply, even if you do not feel aroused. You are their property. You are no longer boys, nor are you girls. You are things, and you will be addressed and call yourselves ‘it’ when speaking generally. We will allow you to choose a name to be called when you are being commanded directly. Do you have a name in mind, little thing?” He looked to the skunk and waited for a few seconds before the skunk answered.


“As long as I am not a boy, and not a girl either, I would like the name Daisy. It is a very pretty flower and I like that, because my brother said I am pretty.” He… (It, the skunk reminded itself) IT said.


The lamb was still crying, but answered, “Angel was my name, I would like to keep that name, if that is okay.” It squirmed in the restraints, trying to feel anything in the crotch area, but it was utterly numb. The thick padding around its crotch was embarrassing as well, so it was not happy about anything at the moment.


The hare gave Angel a soothing pet on the head, “Don’t worry, cute little lamb, you will get used to this. You will have a good life here. Lots of good, tasty food, lots of other furs that will welcome you to their bed at night for sex or for cuddling, and since you will be the young princess's personal slave, you will get to play dress-up probably every day. The princess has thousands of cute dresses for you to try on, and you are both about the same size, so that will work out well.”


Angel huffed and frowned, “I’m not a girl, I am a boy, I don’t wear dresses!” He immediately regretted his choice of words and fresh tears over the loss of his precious cock started to fill his eyes.


The hare gave Angel a gentle smack on the cheek, “IT is not a boy anymore. IT is an IT, a genderless, sexless toy for the princess to play with as she pleases. You will remember that you are nothing now. You are property that can be thrown away if it does not please its masters.” Angel gulped audibly and nodded, saying nothing more. Dresses were way better than whatever would come from being discarded.


Daisy smiled brightly, “Do I get to play with the princess as well? I would love that!” it exclaimed, ears and nose twitching with excitement.


Valis shrugged, “If the prince decides you should, then you will. You will be the prince’s personal slave. He is becoming a man now, so you will likely be used as a sex toy more often than not. The prince isn’t a fan of light blue, though. He thinks that it is a babyish color. We will need to dye your hair before you are presented. We can certainly find you a dress to wear for the birthday ceremony. You will want to look as pleasing as possible for the young prince so that he will be interested and accept you as his gift from me. I am giving the princess a slave as well only because he loves his sister very much and would want her to have something to enjoy.” He explained, continuing to pet the lamb to help it calm down.


He unbound the two slaves and helped them out of the stirrups and to the floor. The lamb collapsed to its knees and rubbed at its numb crotch, whimpering in frustration. Valis pulled it back up to its feet and pulled its chin up to get its full attention, “Stop whimpering and whining. If you serve faithfully, you will get your prostate back, like I have. I get to cum when I please the king because I was a faithful and obedient slave. Do the same, little Angel, and you will get to do the same in twenty years or so.”


He led the two new slaves to the training room, where they took seats to learn the protocol for serving the royal family. Daisy had no trouble with the diapers, but Angel seemed to be too embarrassed to admit that he had pissed himself, and ended up leaking. 


When Valis learned of this, he took Angel to a room with a small table with leather straps and secured him in place, then pulled the diaper off forcefully and began spanking the young lamb. Angel bleated with shock with each strike, his young ass tingling from the pain by the time Valis was done. “Do not delay to inform your trainer when you have filled your diaper. We do not want piss puddles in the chairs or on the floors, okay?”


Angel nodded, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He whimpered, “Can you pull it back up? I don’t think I can hold this much longer…” Valis pulled the diaper back into place just in time, then helped Angel into fresh padding before sending him back to class to continue learning how to act.


It and Daisy were the only two cubs, and the only two furs in diapers. It had been three weeks, and Angel had managed to get punished for leaking twice more. Daisy hadn’t had a single accident and proudly exclaimed whenever it had wet its diaper. Angel didn’t understand how Daisy was so casual about it until it was able to speak with Daisy in private. “Do you LIKE wearing the diapers? Why aren’t you embarrassed?” Angel asked that night after their third week in diapers and classes.


Daisy giggled, “I do like it! They are so soft and squishy and you don’t have to ask to go to the restroom anymore! You just… Go! See? Like this!” It’s diaper, under a much-too-short skirt, began to turn slightly darker as the indicator stripes dissolved and vanished. “It isn’t hard, you just go. It won’t be forever, Angel. Like Valis said, as soon as you can hold it all day without your prostate, you won’t need them anymore! I am almost there, myself. This was the first time today!” Angel had wet four times already, and was nearly needing a fifth. It decided to let loose and let its diaper fill up with the warm liquid. After thinking about it, Daisy was right. It wasn’t like it was doing something wrong. After that, training and life in general got much easier. It was actually fun to get changed, now that it was used to looking down to see nothing but the short plastic tube sticking out. The stitches were out, now, and the scar was a light pink line, barely visible beneath the regrown fur. Valis was right about the sex drive. It hadn’t had any sort of arousal or hornyness in over a week. It was a bit relieving, as being horny and having nothing to rub and stroke was torture. 


After the fourth week, the day came. Both cubs were stripped of their diapers and given panties to wear. Angel was nearly in tears with joy at being out of diapers. Valis lead them to a wardrobe where they would pick out the most alluring outfits they could find for their respective owner. Angel, still a bit flustered about wearing dresses, needed help to find a frilly, soft, bouncy dress to look like a little girl’s doll. Daisy, on the other hand, needed help deciding between a dozen different outfits. It finally decided on a tight sports bra type shirt and a short skirt, going for the sexy teen look. Its belly protruded slightly beneath the shirt. After picking their outfits, they were bathed thoroughly and their hair was styled. Angel was sheared down to barely a half inch of wool across its whole body, making it look much younger than it was when matched with its short stature.


Daisy was given a trim up and had its hair dyed. The prince was a fan of purple and red, so its hair was dyed bright violet with red tips. It squealed with glee when it looked in a mirror, “Looooook! I am so cute!” The stylists all smiled and agreed before adding some hairspray and making sure the hold was just right. Daisy skipped down the hall to the room where Valis was waiting for it. The older hare was reading a notice on a tablet, which he turned off when Daisy walked in. The skunk sat down next to the rabbit and smiled, “Don’t I look adorable?! The prince will be very pleased with me, I know it!” it exclaimed, wiggling slightly in its seat.


Valis smiled and nodded, “You are quite sexy indeed. If I still had a cock I would be bending you over right now.” He grinned and gave the skunk’s smooth crotch a soft caress and kissed it on the lips. Daisy, having been trained on this over the last few weeks, gave a soft moan, thrust against the hare’s paw, and pressed into the kiss. Valis pulled away, “Very good! You are a natural, my dear. You will make the prince very happy. He likes his girls a little plump, even if you aren’t really a girl. You are going to be very active in the next few weeks. You will have to eat plenty to keep this figure.” He pulled the panties to the side a bit and took a pair of shears and snipped the bioplastic tube at the base, finishing the perfectly smooth crotch look for the young skunk slave, 


“Now, to present you to the prince. Be sure to wish him a happy birthday and kneel at his feet, just like you were taught.” Valis said, walking the young skunk by the paw to a door with loud music and laughter on the other side. The doors opened, and Daisy walked out.








To Be Continued...