The Wolf and the Tower
Once, in the land of dragons and fairies, there was a tower. At the very top of the tower was a room, in which lived a princess. The story went that whoever rescued the princess, who had been imprisoned there by an evil witch, would be greatly rewarded by her father, the king of the nearby land of Nacornth. This is the tale of a young wolf who sought to rescue her.
Luke had once been a farmhand, but now he saw himself as a great adventurer. And what better adventure to start off one's career of adventuring than by rescuing the ill-fated princess, trapped in the legendary tower?
He walked through the forest that lay around the tower, having spent the night before at the Giant's Alehouse, a tavern with a less than ideal reputation. He scratched his back, fairly certain that he'd picked up fleas from the moldy mattress he'd slept on. He shrugged. Fleas didn't matter. He was about to rescue the princess!
He emerged from the forest into a glen. The glen was picturesque, but the tower in the middle of the glen was what gained his attention. It was tall, taller than he was expecting. It was made of some dark material that seemed neither stone nor glass. It was smooth and when he touched it, it was cool against his paw. He stepped back to look up at the single window high overhead.
"Hello? Excuse me!" He yelled. There was no answer. "Hello? Anyone?" Once again, no answer. Luke sighed. With his luck, the princess was asleep. He racked his brain for something to say. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" The glint of something falling from the tower caught his eye and he dashed forward to catch the falling object. "A key?" Luke wondered aloud. Attached to the bronze key was a piece of paper, tied by a white ribbon. "Come on up." Luke read aloud with no small amount of confusion.
He looked around the base of the tower, but didn't come up with anything.
"I've got a key, but no door." He muttered. Almost as the words left his lips, an ornately decorated oak door appeared at the base of the tower. He studied the door. Its carvings seemed to depict the story of the princess's kidnapping by the witch. "It seems the Fates want me to save the princess." Luke mused as he slipped the key into the door's lock. It turned smoothly, as though the lock had just been oiled. He stuck the key into the pocket of his tunic and began to climb the circuitous stairs to the tower's summit, his mind running rampant with thoughts of the extravagant reward he would receive.
He climbed and climbed. The tower seemed infinitely taller on the interior. He climbed and climbed. His legs were growing weary from all the steps. He climbed and climbed. His tongue hung from his muzzle as he panted from exhaustion. He climbed and climbed. At last he reached another door, also made of oak. He sat down outside it to catch his breath. The princess had been waiting for who knew how long, so what were a few more minutes?
Once he was back up to full potential, Luke stood and placed his paw on the golden handle. He took a deep breath and then pulled the door open. As he stepped inside, he looked around in confusion. This was no prison. What lay before him was a nursery, decorated in frills and lace. A crib was at one side, while a changing table was at the other. In the center of the room sat a young wolf, dressed in a pink party gown and thickly diapered underneath. She sat there, playing with dolls and sucking on a white pacifier that was tied around her neck by a white ribbon not unlike the one that held the note to the key in Luke's pocket.
"Are- are you the princess?" Luke asked. The little wolf looked up and began to bawl.
"Mommy!" She yelled. Luke instantly panicked. He turned to leave, but the door had disappeared. Every wall was smooth. When Luke turned back to the center of the room, the wolf girl was being led by the paw toward the changing table by a rabbit of indeterminate age. Luke felt himself stir as he saw the witch's enormous breasts bounce in the tight-fitting dress that she wore.
"Did Mommy's little girl wet her diapee?" The rabbit said sweetly. The wolf nodded, tears still in her eyes. The rabbit glanced toward Luke as she lifted the wolf cub onto the changing table. "You might as well come over and help." She said, exasperated. Luke hurried over and watched as the rabbit lifted the wolf's dress up, revealing the soggy diapers. "Would you mind holding the hem there so I can get the dirty stuff out of the way?" Luke reached out without thought, holding the dress against the little girl's belly. "Mommy's little princess will be all nice and dry in just a sec." The rabbit said, pulling down a frilly pair of plastic panties. Luke's nose twitched as the stale scent of urine hit him. The rabbit seemed unperturbed and began to remove the diaper pins. As the wolf's diaper slid down, Tyler gasped. The little princess was a boy! She had a penis, albeit one locked in a chastity belt that held it between his legs.
He stood there in shock as the rabbit wiped the sissy wolf off and rediapered him, adding a fresh pair of plastic panties. She returned the wolf to the floor and he toddled off to play. In the same motion, she scooped Luke up and deposited him on the changing table. Luke tried to struggle, but something unseen held him in place. It took him a moment, but he soon realized the truth.
"You're the witch!" He exclaimed.
"Of course I am." She snapped impatiently.
"Then the princess?"
"The princess died. I've been improvising with all the daring wanna-be heroes who just keep coming." She waved her paw and Luke's clothes slithered off.
"What are you doing?" He asked nervously.
"Simple. You showed up, so you rescued the princess. The only way to save her, of course, is to replace her."
"Replace her?" The rabbit nodded.
"Yep, until your replacement comes. It's odd, but it seems fewer and fewer try." She gestured toward the little girl playing on the floor. "She's been waiting for at least ten years." Luke paled as the witch pulled a chastity belt out of thin air and fastened it onto him, forcing his cock between his legs.
"You can't do this!" Luke yelled. The witch smirked and wiggled her paw over his head. A pacifier appeared in his mouth and a ribbon tied around his head, holding the pacifier in.
"You don't have a way to stop me." Luke's protests were nothing but mumbles as the witch dusted him with baby powder and put him into thick pink diapers, followed by a frilly pair of pink plastic panties and a pink ribbon tied in a bow around his tail. Last, the witch revealed a white dress with pink lace that Luke soon found himself wearing. "Hmm... something's missing." The witch mumbled. She clapped her paws and every one of Luke's nails was painted bright pink. She scooped him up, shoving Luke's face into her breasts. His heart was going a mile a minute and his cock was straining against its bonds, a painful experience as his snout filled with her maternal pheromones. She put him down on the floor right next to the previous princess. She looked up and examined the new arrival. Deciding that Luke was suitable, she handed him a doll which he reluctantly took.
"You are free to go." The witch said to the old princess. Her face brightened as she disappeared in a whirlwind of magic. The rabbit smiled. "I love you, sweetie." Luke smiled from ear to ear before he went back to playing with his dolls. The adventurer had ceased to exist. All that remained was a little girl who loved her dolls and her mommy.
The End