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1

Elias kept his slim muzzle pointed to the stone floor as he hustled through the dimly lit corridors of the Castle Lafont, the young gray fox doing his best to ignore the sensation of damp cloth squishing between his thighs with each hurried step. As a gray Elias was a member of the serf caste which served the Lord Lafont and his family around the sprawling estate that formed the center of the Lord's holdings.

Elias' nerves were not helped in the least by the fact he had just been promoted to the house staff that very morning when another servant had been caught with several silver coins for which he could not account. The aging red vixen who ran the house for Lord Lafont had not been particularly put out by the loss of a member of her staff and had simply wandered out to the stables and grabbed the first reasonably clean looking gray she could find; Elias.

Had she known the reason for his apparent cleanliness (a trait the reds and wolves noted as an anomaly among the lowest serfs rather than a product of their station) it was likely she'd have passed him over for one of the other hands available. As it was, however, Elias found himself hustling along with a basket of the family's bed linens in his arms, and a very damp pair of underpants.

Elias, unlike the rest of his siblings and age-mates, had never grown out of his need for the thick, cloth diapers in which the youngest children played. As others grasped the use of the latrine and were taught to control that most basic bodily need, Elias apparently lacked the ability to control his bladder.

Eventually, realizing that the boy would have to be able to go out and assist around the estate, occasional leaks or no, his mother had taken to collecting old rags and extra cloth to sew together the bulkier affair now protecting Elias' pants with the usual limited success. His pants tended to get damp around the seat and between his legs as he worked, but at least it was better than sporting a shiny wet patch each time his weak bladder let go in his breeches.

Ears pinned back, the gray stood to the side as several of the house guard moved down the hall past him, their leather armor creaking faintly as he waited out of the way. The guard were all larger red foxes and most delighted in pushing around the smaller grays when the opportunity presented itself.

"Just be calm," he thought to himself, keeping his gaze safely averted, "Don't draw attention."

He desperately hoped that the state of his underthings wouldn't draw any undue attention. Some of the guard had exceptionally keen noses and would no doubt make a huge affair if they caught one of the gray's in what amounted to an oversized diaper. Elias chewed his lip and fretted, imagining the humiliation of the guard laughing and yanking down his cloth breeches to expose his secret. The guards, however, took no notice and moved on down the corridor and around a corner.

Elias sighed, allowing himself to relax a little. Safe again. Hopefully he could drop off this load of laundry and then find time to sneak off and retrieve his satchel to change into a fresh pair of "underclothes" as he feverishly told himself they were, rather than the infantile "diaper" that in his heart he knew them to be..

Hefting his load of laundry higher Elias started off again when he heard the sharp rap of spears from around the corner the guard had just turned, wooden shafts clacking against the hard stone of the floor: a salute! The gray strode off down the hall, hoping to be away and out from under paw should one of the Lafont wolves make an appearance.

Voices carried well down the bricked passage and he could make out an echoed "Prince Adrien" from the pair of reds; the Lord Lafont's son! Elias whimpered a curse under his breath as he hurried away, claws clicking lightly atop stone. He'd made it only twenty feet or so when the report of a booted sole overtook him and he pressed himself swiftly to the wall once more.

2

Adrien Lafont was in a black mood. The wolf, tall and powerfully built like his father, had just come from speaking with the Lord Lafont and had been informed in no uncertain terms that he'd not be traveling abroad until the recent troubles with their neighbors had been resolved. Adrien had been planning on departing on a lengthy pleasure tour for the summer and to have his hopes dashed at the last moment was infuriating.

Beside him strode Bastille, a red fox and one of the largest specimens of such in the Lafont holdings. Bastille had been a companion to Adrien since he'd turned twelve. The russet vulpine was almost as tall as the prince and his physique was one born of regular combat and constant training.

As his personal guard and the closest thing to a confidant Adrien Lafont enjoyed Bastille was unperturbed by his master's agitated demeanor. "Perhaps you will find pleasantries enough to amuse you here, my prince," he offered in his usual mellow tone.

Adrien rolled his eyes and tossed his head to the side to regard his companion, "You know and I know, Bastille, that I have wandered every inch of our holdings. There's not a new thing to see here, if there was I'd have hunted it down by now and had my fill of it as well."

Bastille did not laugh but he made a soft sound through his nostrils that Adrien knew was the red's acknowledgment of humor, "Well, that may be, my prince. You are a most admirable hunter, I imagine the boar should provide some sport this summer."

Prince Lafont tossed his hands up, sighing, "I suppose, Bastille. I just wish the damned Blanchetts had not started their raids so early in the year. Another month and I'd be on the road and any missives from my father could be conveniently lost. Instead I find myself trapped here for the foreseeable future. Mustn't risk the heir to the house," he said, tone shifting into mocking toward the end to show how he felt for all that. His father was in fine health and there were sons enough in line after Adrien to ensure the line.

Bastille, for his part, did not make his quiet sound of amusement at this. The guard was young for one of his station, but he did not think his fast rise would be helped by finding any humor in risk to the Lord's family.

Adrien Lafont gestured irritably as the two made their way back toward the lupine's chambers, enumerating his grievances with his father and just generally giving his jaw a workout. Bastille knew his place in this and simply nodded along, making quiet sounds of agreement. If the prince Lafont asked something of him he would see to it but for now this was his need and he would execute his duty.

Head turned to regard the prince as he made a particularly impassioned point, Bastille almost barreled into the smaller red who'd come to a stop in front of him when the pair of guards had realized they were approaching a member of the Lafont family. Spears rang on stone as the two rigidly took positions of attention on either side of the hallway.

Bastille glowered down his muzzle at the red in front of him, however the smaller guard (scarred and clearly many years Bastille's senior) did not flinch or budge. If it wasn't the captain or a member of the family he was not required to stand aside and certainly would not do so for another red. Bastille allowed himself to feel an ember of respect for his fellow soldier.

Adrien Lafont, having been paying better attention, stood passively in the middle of the hall, a small smile on his lips, "At ease, you men. You should enjoy your peace while we have it."

The guard not occupied with glaring upwards into Bastille's face gave a snort, "Beggin' yer pardon m'lord. Never been a Blanchett or his man could properly swing a blade. They want blood, we'll have fine sport!"

Adrien laughed and clapped the red on his shoulder, "Good man, I hope all your companions are so sure!" The large wolf slipped between the guards with a nod and a chuckle, "Come, Bastille, he isn't going to flinch."

Bastille did not break his stare with the smaller guard until his departure forced the issue, both red's pride safely intact once he'd strode past to catch up with the prince. "The quiet one is fierce. If I were one of your neighbor's men I'd fear him."

"If you were one of our neighbor's men, _I'd_fear," the black furred wolf chuckled.

Down the hall a gray laden with laundry had pressed himself against the wall and was staring fixedly downward into his gathered linens.

Adrien stepped past the little gray first, head turning to consider the small fox. At first he'd assumed the slight little thing had been a female but now that he was closer the prince realized this was a male. Amazing how much smaller than the red the serf class vulpine were, almost hard to believe.

So distracted was he by the boy's size the looming wolf had already taken several steps past the slender fox when his nose twitched. Was that... Adrien turned on his heels to stare fixedly at the gray who'd started trembling nervously when the wolf stopped.

Bastille, seeing his prince's interest, asked quietly, "Lord?"

Adrien did not respond. He stood, one hand resting on his belt, and gazed evenly at the gray. That smell... it smelled like... urine. And not lupine, either. Someone hadn't gotten too drunk, the night before and needed clean bed linens.

His eyes dropped to search the front of the gray's pants; perhaps the trembling bundle of nerves had wet himself when presented with the wolf's towering form, however thanks to his vantage and the basket of laundry the smaller male was holding he couldn't see. This seemed wrong, however. His keen nose pulled in another breath. No, this was something different, he felt certain. Something... new.

3

Elias bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as the prince Lafont suddenly stopped and turned to regard him. For one awful moment the little gray was certain he was about to piss himself and he'd soak through his already dampened diaper and be left standing there in a golden puddle right in front of the prince of the house! Wouldn't that be a fine way to wind up kicked from the house staff! Soaking his pants like a kit right in the hall!

A trickle of heat over his sheath had his heart hammering but he tensed mightily and stood as still as he could possibly manage, little frissons of nerves running down his back and along his limbs. His ears twitched as the smooth, mellow voice of Bastille, one of the most recognized and feared guards, inquired of the prince.

"Hmm?" came the prince's distracted reply, the wolf turning to his guard, "Oh. Bastille. Attend me," he said and Elias could hear the soft clip of boots beginning to move away from him, two pair. Prince Adrien's voice dropped and the little gray could make out nothing else as the two moved away, quietly conversing.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Elias allowed himself to relax, cracking his eyes and watching as their retreating forms slipped around another corner down the hall. He could wait here for another moment or two to allow them to make some distance. This morning had been far too stressful for him thus far and the young fox was certain he'd have gone gray had nature not already made certain of that for him.

Shifting his load of laundry higher, the gray hustled off to drop off the linens with the castle's washerwomen and then see to his damp drawers, the musky cloth between his thighs squishing faintly with each swift step.

4

Adrien Lafont paced his quarters as he waited for Bastille to return from his errand, a paw thoughtfully stroking his muzzle. The wolf had been around a few grays who'd lost their nerve and soaked their breeches before, generally when brought before his father for a reprimand. That sharp, fearful musk had never struck him the way the little male in the hall's scent had, however.

No, when there was fear, the grays smelled sharp and pungent, the adrenaline bringing out an unmistakable edge in the scent of their urine. This had been different, the musky odor more like those of his youngest cousins when they were woken in the morning and in need of a change, the odor of their bladder's contents having soaked into their diapers overnight.

Was that what he'd detected on the little gray in the hall? It was hard to tell just how old the small serfs were at times given their diminutive size. Perhaps this had just been a kit who'd found himself forced to help in the house and had wet himself rather than ask for a break to visit the toilets? That seemed possible, though the gray had been in breeches which usually marked the males as working age. No, Adrien suspected there was something novel at work with this gray and he intended to see just what was going on.

The prince was not forced to wait overlong. The door to his chambers opened and Bastille entered ushering along the serf from the hallway. There it was, drifting in with the slender vulpine, a musty, potent odor of urine and damp fur.

"Found him easy enough, Lord. He had just dropped off the laundry when I caught up to him. You were right, he smells like he pissed himself doing his chores and didn't stop to clean himself up." The large red's nose wrinkled and he pressed a palm against the boy's seat, "He feels a little damp back here, keep him off the furniture I'd say."

Adrien nodded, his paws clasped behind his back as he regarded the servant standing before him. The slender male would barely reach the wolf's breastbone and probably weighed so little the prince could lift him by the scruff if he wanted. For his part, the gray tugged nervously at the hem of his tunic and kept his muzzle pointed smartly to the floor. Small wonder, as finding oneself alone with a member of the Lafont family was seldom considered a blessing among the serfs.

"Thank you, Bastille. I believe that's all for now," Prince Adrien said, gesturing to dismiss his guard.

"My prince, should I leave you alo-"

The wolf cut his guard off, "I think I can manage a gray servant not even old enough to hold his water, don't you Bastille?"

The red guard straightened and bobbed his head as the smaller fox seemed to wilt, his tail tucking between his thighs.

"Certainly, my lord. Shall I wait outside?" Bastille inquired.

Adrien shook his head, walking a slow circle around the prize his guard had brought him, "No, no need. Take your ease..." he paused and then added, "Send up a servant to wait. Should I need anything I'll send them to fetch it."

Nodding, Bastille departed as instructed. After the door had swung closed behind him, Adrien moved over to slide the bar, locking it. Turning slowly on his heel, he gazed to where the servant stood motionless, as if complete and utter stillness would hide him from the prince's gaze.

"Tell me," Adrien intoned, drawing a flinch from the fox, "Tell me your name, little boy."

5

Elias' shoulders hunched upwards at the first syllable from Prince Adrien's lips once the two were fully and completely alone together. "I-I... m-my name is Elias, sir," he managed, desperately wishing he were anywhere but the massive and imposing lupine's private rooms. Privacy seldom boded well for the servants when it came to their masters.

The wolf was behind him and approached, placing his broad paws on the gray's shoulders. Each felt as heavy as a stone as their weight rested on him. Behind him, Adrien lowered his muzzle to draw in a slow breath, keen lupine nose testing the scent of the skittish fox.

"Have you worked in my father's house long, Elias?" came the next question, paws gently massaging the scrawny shoulders. Elias was tense beneath them, certain at any moment they would tighten into hard, clenching fists to grind his bones. Certain he was to be punished for something or other, though he wasn't certain just what yet.

"N-no, lord. I... just started today. Normally I'm in the stables," he replied, fingers worrying at the hem of his tunic, the fox shifting his weight nervously from paw to paw.

Adrien stepped around in front of Elias now, the ebony wolf looming above him, a monolith of shadow and fur. "I see. Nobody showed you the servant's latrine, Elias? Is that why you wet your breeches?"

The lupine leaned down and Elias wanted to shrink back away from prince Adrien but did not dare, instead he only cringed and tried to ignore the blossom of heat in the crotch of his pants, "P-please, prince Adrien! I didn't- I mean-"

Adrien gave a soft snort, "Didn't? Didn't what, Elias? Didn't mean to get caught? Or maybe little stable-foxes like you didn't know your pants weren't a toilet, hmm? Is that it?"

Elias, flustered and humiliated, had begun to sniffle, the young vulpine's ears pinning back as he cast his gaze to the floor. Adrien, however, was not having it and took the boy's chin, forcing him to look upward into the big wolf's eyes.

"Didn't. What. Elias." he repeated, each syllable flat and imposing, heavy with the implied malice of authority.

The blossom of heat in his underpants had become an encompassing flood of heat, the thick cloth of his diaper doing it's best to absorb the torrent as the boy's bladder let go entirely. This was enough for the poor fox. Alone, intimidated, and helpless Elias broke down. His knees buckled and the young gray buried his muzzle in his paws, sobbing.

6

Prince Adrien stared in amazement as the young servant, Elias, broke down. The wolf had been expecting to intimidate and scare the boy, certainly, even (he had to admit) bully him into pissing his breeches again, sure. He had not, however, been planning on this spectacle.

The slender fox had collapsed at his feet onto his rump and was sobbing into his paws. He thought the boy was trying to say something between hitching breaths but he couldn't make out the specifics. Meanwhile, spreading out from between the boy's thighs was a growing pool of fresh urine, the distinct, sharp scent of fox filling the chamber.

Adrien hesitated, then took a step back as the edge of the golden pool crept towards his toes. Here he was, alone in his chambers with a weepy gray fox who'd just soaked his pants like a kit. Pants which, with the fabric freshly sodden from Elias' humiliating accident, appeared to be hiding some oddly thick underclothes. Almost bulky enough to be... a diaper?

Prince Adrien reached down a paw to adjust himself inside his own breeches. Now here was something novel indeed!

7

Assessing the sobbing serf seated on his floor, Prince Adrien quickly decided the first thing to do was to settle the little gray down before all the noise drew concern from any ears posted outside his door. Resolving to get Elias up and off the floor before anything, the wolf strode to his bed and stripped off his tunic lest it get ruined when he picked up the sodden vulpine. After a moments thought his boots and breeches followed, leaving him in just his underclothes; a pair of clean linen shorts, bulging generously thanks to his familial endowments.

Nodding to himself, Adrien turned and walked back toward Elias but paused and regarded the warm puddle of musky urine in which the fox was seated. He would have to step in it to pick the boy up.

Adrien felt his pulse quicken slightly and another stirring from between his legs. Was this... excitement at the idea of stepping into that heated pool? He banished the thought from his mind as quickly as it arose. No time for that, he had to quiet the gray.

"Elias," he said, stepping forward and into the vulpine's urine, his toes flexing as the golden fluid soaked his paws. He leaned down and the boy cringed back as he repeated, softer, "Elias, calm yourself. I'm going to get you up but you must calm down." The wolf tried to keep his voice soothing but deliberate, it would not do to be forceful and set off another gale of sobs.

8

For his part, the young gray did not respond to the words, merely scrubbing at his face with his paws and attempting to control his gasping, hitching breaths. When the prince bent and he felt those black furred arms wrap about him, pulling the him aloft, there was a brief moment of terror, instinct warning him not to allow himself to be trapped and caught by this massive predator but then a broad paw swung up and lifted beneath his rump.

As his weight pressed down on the sodden padding of his diaper Elias could feel warm rivulets of urine squeeze from the fabric and that of his pants, dribbling along his thighs and dripping in wet plops to the floor beneath him and that sensation, that feeling of his soaked bottom hefted so effortlessly in a broad paw, triggered a different instinct in the slender fox's mind; panic and terror faded, were replaced with a sense of... relief? Comfort?

His arms, still shivering and trembling with the last few minutes emotion, reached out and slipped about the prince's neck, hugging fiercely as the wolf lifted him to his broad, ebon chest. Elias buried his muzzle against the prince's neck, hiccuping hot breaths into fur that smelled of leather and some heady spice.

9

Elias was settling now that he was in Adrien's arms, a musky, dripping little bundle of shivers and sniffles. The prince had been pleased, however, when the fox had reacted positively to being picked up. He weighed next to nothing it seemed, little more than a child of Adrien's own species. Patting the dripping seat, he glanced about the room as he considered his next move.

The lupine had to admit, he was getting a thrill from this feeling as he held the little fox in his arms. The sight of Elias losing control, soaking himself like a pup there on the floor and now the warm weight of the trembling, humiliated little vulpine... Prince Adrien had never felt quite such a feeling of control but there was also something else... desire, certainly, as the slight, lithe forms of the grays had long been attractive to him but also of guardianship.

He realized, as the overgrown kit snuffled against his neck, that he wanted to actually take care of the emotionally fraught little creature he'd been planning on teasing mercilessly just a short time before! Well, he had been complaining for something new earlier. This was certainly looking to be it.

The oddly bulging underthings the fox wore finally drew his attention back from his thoughts. Murmuring quiet, soothing words into Elias' ears, the wolf slipped his paw down the gray's back to hook a finger into the back of his breeches. A testing tug told him there was a drawstring keeping the garment up and so he brought claws to bear in a brief, tugging snap; replacing the pants would not be a trouble.

Elias must have sensed something amiss because he started to squirm, drawing a sharp 'tss!' of breath from the wolf. The scolding sound worked and the serf settled again as the prince ran a paw once or twice along his back. As soon as Elias had calmed he hooked his fingers back into the boy's dripping pants and, with some fidgeting and pulling, worked them down the skinny legs. Once he'd managed to get them past the knees gravity did the work and they fell with a splat into Elias's puddle, sending a splatter of foxpiss over the prince's toes and against his thighs.

With the breeches removed, Adrien had a better look at the oddly thick underclothes and he was both surprised and thrilled to see he'd been right. Their odd bulk through those wet pants hadn't lied; this little gray was wearing what appeared to be a basic, if very carefully stitched, diaper sized for an adult of his species. The prince beamed to himself and lightly patted the fox's seat and had no clue why he was so delighted with this revelation but could not deny it. And he knew just what he intended to do next.

Padding over to one of the chamber's high-backed wooden chairs, he turned, sat, and then eased Elias down into his lap. As the fox's weight settled the prince could feel heat spreading across his lap, Elias' cloth diaper soaked through and seeping readily into Adrien's dry underwear and fur. The wolf could not suppress a small shiver of pleasure as he felt the heat soak through to his sheath.

"Alright, alright," he murmured to the slender fox in his lap, "How about we lose this tunic as well, eh?" Anything to distract him from the warmth and pressure of the overgrown kit settled atop him; the last thing he wanted was for Elias to feel a prodding and think the prince had "conquest" on the mind this evening. No, any plan to that effect had evaporated completely.

10

It took some coaxing to convince Elias to release the wolf's neck, and more still to get him to stretch his arms above his head so his tunic could be removed, but eventually the gray found himself almost completely nude (his mind didn't register the master's own state of undress, merely his own sorry state) and dripping wet atop a lupine lap. Shivering from lingering nerves, his paws lifted and he rubbed his skinny arms as if there was a chill.

"There now. Calmed down?" came the baritone murmur of the wolf whose lap he occupied and who he currently regarded with obvious anxiety.

"I... I don't know, sir. I'm so sorry for the floor," Elias said, turning his head to gaze at the shiny pool he'd left behind and the breeches currently soaking in it. His ears pinned backwards and he looked wide-eyed up at the prince, "I'll clean it lord, I swear! I can go right n-"

A finger pressed itself to his lips and Elias found himself cut off, eyes blinking in surprise as Adrien chuckled.

"I'm not worried about the stone, Elias. I want to know about you for now. Tell about this," the lupine instructed, finger pointing down, to the musky bulk of cloth in the fox's lap.

Elias' ears turned a particularly deep crimson as a warm blush suffused them.

"S-sorry," he stammered again, unable to suppress the constant urge to apologize to the massive wolf holding him, "Just an... an accident? Can I go back to the stable? I'm not supposed to even be inside!"

Adrien shook his head and Elias' hope he'd be sent back out to tend to the horses, ending this confusing, humiliating day died. "Tell me about the diaper, Elias. Tell me about why a grown gray in breeches is scurrying around wetting in his pants."

Elias' ears pinned back miserably. "My mum says I was touched," he replied, hunching his shoulders in a defensive shrug, "Just... never stopped when I was little."

"Godstouched, ah," Adrien murmured, bobbing his head, "So you can't hold your water at all then, little fox? Just a leaky little kit?"

Shaking his head, "Sometimes I can feel it and hold it in, if I try real hard." The fox hugged his arms tighter, "Usually that means I'm really about to go. I... I was trying to hold it when the guard, umm, Bastille, came and got me."

Prince Adrien began to open his muzzle to reply but Elias was on a roll now and picking up steam.

"He said you wanted to see me and I tried to tell him I needed to go change first. I was already wet, I needed to change or I'd pee in my pants and the diaper'd leak and I knew I'd get yelled at!"

Elias' voice was rising and the little gray was starting to tremble again.

"And then he brought me in here and you were... I mean you are the prince and I was worried and you scared me and I was tryin-"

Elias found himself cut off when the big wolf simply hugged him fiercely to his chest, whooshing the breath from him and stopping what was building into another bout of crying if it had been allowed to continue. The skinny fox squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in slow, shuddery breaths as the prince held him.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Elias. I was just going to tease you. When we passed in the hall I could tell you'd wet yourself. I suspected you were just a silly fox who'd not wanted to ask where to relieve himself in the house."

A broad palm pet soothingly along Elias' salt and pepper back, the steady, rhythmic stroking lulling him, calming him. The little gray sighed into the prince's fur and his shoulders sagged as the tension bled out of him. He felt wrung out and tired.

Turning his head so one cheek remained pressed against the prince's chest, Elias peered upwards with one green eye, "Am I in trouble?" he asked softly.

11

Adrien couldn't handle it any longer when the slender vulpine asked if he was to be punished. Shaking his head, he leaned down and pressed his lips just above Elias' eyebrow, forcing the vivid green orb beneath to squint. "No, Elias. You aren't in trouble. I think for tonight, however, you should sleep here."

He cut off the beginning of a protest by just barreling ahead, the perk of station, "I'll call the servant outside to bring water for a bath and you can get clean. It is getting late in the day, I'll have food brought and you can eat and then use the wh-"

The prince was about to say the "whore's bed", a term his father used for the straw-filled servant's bed that occupied a corner of the adjoining bedchamber, but he caught himself and corrected, "The servant's bed. Then come morning I will decide where we can work you in the castle. Good?"

The prince asked the last as a formality so he was briefly surprised to hear the serf object. "Lord, I... I don't know if I could. I don't want to cause any more, umm..." The skinny fox turned, looking over his shoulder toward his pants and their accompanying puddle. His ears folded back and he turned to gaze up at Adrien.

A broad paw lifted, tousled the gray's ears gently, "I'll see to that too. And The bedding is straw so there's no worries about ruining a mattress, right?"

The prince smiled down at the servant, the nervous fox's Adam's apple bobbing on his rust-colored throat. Elias nodded his head once, "Okay."

12

Several hours later, Elias was still in a mild state of shock. After the discussion with the prince, the imposing lupine had stood and left Elias huddled in his soaked diaper on the chair. Being as it was built for one of the Lafont wolves it was far too large for the fox to fill and it only added to his waifish air as he sat and watched Adrien bustle about the room.

First the prince had fetched a bucket from what Elias would later find was the bathchamber (the realization that the prince commanded the use of multiple rooms in the castle awed the vulpine) and mopped up the cooling pool of musky fox urine using the boy's own tunic and breeches. Once the puddle was sopped up and wrung out into the bucket the clothes unceremoniously followed, along with Adrien's own underpants, dampened as they were from Elias' dripping in the wolf's lap.

Seeing prince Adrien stripped down to his bare fur had Elias squirming in his seat, the fox's ears reddening as he cast his eyes to floor. He told himself this was to protect the young lord's modesty though he was happy his sodden diaper hadn't been taken away as it had suddenly felt a good deal tighter when the strapping male's body was revealed.

The prince, for his part, could only grin to himself when he caught Elias' guiltily watching the floor from the corner of his eye.

Laundry gathered and room tidied, the prince had called the servant in. Elias didn't recognize the gray that entered to see to the Adrien's needs. This did not surprise him since he'd never been inside the house before today and if Elias' state shocked the older vixen she did not let it show on her muzzle, merely listening intently to the prince's instructions. A bath was to be drawn, and food brought up enough for the prince and his servant, and (and this bit had Elias blushing fiercely and gazing at his feet) any spare diapers the vixen could be found which might fit Elias to be brought up from the laundry.

This last instruction had finally drawn a reaction from the woman and she had given the prince a quizzical look to which he had replied, "He is touched and has need." This simple explanation was enough to satisfy the matronly gray, who had bobbed her head and made a sign to ward off evil with her left paw, lest the gods suspect she had thought ill of one of the touched. She turned and scurried off to comply.

What followed after was the richest evening Elias had enjoyed in his short life. First, the steaming bath which had been drawn and in which both he and the prince Adrien soaked for what felt like ages. Beneath the water the fierce, black lupine's paw had wielded a washcloth with surprising gentleness and Elias was cleaned by the first paw other than his mother's.

The younger Lafont had not mentioned when the little fox's member had grown firm in his paw, and Elias had kept still and silent as he could there in his master's lap in the steaming tub, only panting a little as leisurely fingers stroked and squeezed him. Adrien possibly suspected it was Elias' first intimate contact, this gentle washing, and he did not relent until the boy had given a soft yip and erupted beneath the water, spurting ropy strands of white into the tub.

Prince Adrien had lifted him from the tub soon after, the slender gray drowsy from heat and his "little death" in the bath, and had dried Elias with the same patient care he'd washed with. The wolf had even gone so far as to have Elias explain (in halting, embarrassed sentences) how to properly fit one of the diapers; ensuring that it was thick enough and was tied snugly at his hips and above the tail to ensure the fox wouldn't simply dribble down his legs when he used the garment.

Elias had to admit the prince had done a fine job, the thirsty cloth soaking up a pawful of brief wettings as the pair enjoyed a leisurely supper. Adrien asked Elias questions about the young fox's life and home as they ate. By the time the meal concluded Elias had even stopped pausing each time he felt a heated trickle start up in the thick cloth of his diaper, the giveaway making Adrien grin crookedly each time it occurred.

With the meal ended Elias found himself scooped up and carried back to Adrien's bed and the thick towel that had been laid out for the previous diapering, the prince announcing, "I believe somefox is need of changing!" The little gray's mortification was made all the deeper by the prince's fussing over the way the cream-colored fur of his privates was stained a pale gold from the wetting of his diaper, a detail Adrien had missed in his earlier haste to bustle Elias into the bath.

With the bulky cloth diaper tied about his hips and tail and one of Adrien's old robes on him, Elias was deemed ready for bed. Rather than following the prince to the servant's bed, however, the little fox found himself hefted up and over the big wolf's shoulder, his rump in the air! Face bright red, he gave a little yip of protest at the unexpected ride but his heart thumped giddily in his chest at the sensation of being hoisted so effortlessly aloft; the infantile treatment was humiliating but it was also... fun!

13

Chuckling, prince Adrien swung his blushing servant back to his feet and grinned down at the little gray. The robe he'd loaned was much too large for the fox, it practically swallowed Elias, and he found this look incredibly cute. Reaching down, he lightly chucked the overgrown kit's chin, "Alright then, Elias. Bed look okay? Nothing else you need?"

He gestured to the servant's bed, the straw covered with a coarse but clean blanket, pillow resting comfortably at the head. There was a second blanket folded at the foot, but given the warmth of the summer Adrien and most the kingdom slept uncovered in either light robes or just their bare fur. Elias glanced over at the bed and bobbed his head but one paw was rubbing at the opposite arm uncertainly.

"Something wrong, Elias?" the prince asked, looking concerned.

"Umm... no, lord. It's just that... I'm not used to sleeping by myself. Our whole family sort of shares one big bed and..." the little fox hunched his shoulders miserably as he imagined curling up by himself in the huge bed.

Adrien smiled softly and bent down and tousled the gray's ears, "Would you feel better if I lay with you?"

A bob of the slender muzzle and the ghost of a smile, "P-please lord. I think I would, if it isn't too much to ask I mean?"

Shaking his head and beaming, swept Elias into his arms once more and moved to the bed to lay the fox down atop the blanket. Elias watched as Adrien, still nude after the bath earlier, slipped down to stretch out beside him. Strong, black-furred arms wrapped about the little fox and drew him close, giving the slender frame a gentle squeeze, "Good?"

"Good," Elias replied, wriggling to get comfortable in the warm embrace. Adrien's muzzle bobbed, dipped to nose between flitting ears and breathe in the scent of warm, vulpine fur. Elias sighed softly into the candle-dim room and felt his eyelids drift closed.

Holding him in the twilight, prince Adrien smiled to himself as he felt the tiny fox relax in sleep, the soft, sweet sighs of breath from the warm bundle in his arms a pleasant sound in the stillness of the room. A paw dipped, tucked between Elias's slim thighs to cup the bulk of cloth hidden beneath the fox's robe, gently fondling the dozing fox through the infantile garment. Adrien was certain that this summer with this little gray would be a memorable one.

In his sleep, Elias smiled too.