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The day had ended, and Bolt was putting away the giant candy canes outside. Most of the grotto remained intact overnight, but some large and easily removable (AKA steal-able) pieces were taken inside for when they locked the little building up.

Bolt sighed a little bit as he finished dragging the last one in. He was so worn out, all he wanted to do was lie down right now. Maybe relax a little. Maybe relax that special way. He blushed a little at the thought of it...maybe he could pad up for a bit tonight. Jasper would probably be too sleepy to do anything, though, and besides...

Bolt felt strong, warm arms wrapping around him, pulling him into a hug.

'Mmmm, pup,' Jasper murmured, kissing Bolt's ear, making it flick a few times. 'Haha, happy ears?'

'Pfft, dogs do that all the time to get rid of flies,' Bolt replied, a little smile on his muzzle.

'Is that so? So I'm just a pesky fly to you?' Jasper tickled Bolt's side gently, making him squirm and giggle loudly. Even when people weren't trying, Bolt was extremely ticklish.

'H-hah....yes!'

Jasper slapped Bolt's rump quickly, tutting. 'Well this 'fly' says it's time to go home. C'mon pup. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling ready to hit the hay.'

Bolt nodded wordlessly, his cheeks reddening a little as he felt Jasper's hand slip into his, leading him firmly towards the exit.

Once in the car, Bolt relaxed, stretching and groaning a little as his muscles complained. Sure, he hadn't been doing anything particularly strenuous...but he HAD been standing around for near enough ten hours. The car was warm and cosy, and Bolt sighed, enjoying a perfect ride home. Well. Almost perfect...

Bolt reached out and clicked the radio on, turning the volume up as the sound of punk rock blasted angrily out of the speakers. It lasted about 4 seconds before Jasper reached over and turned it off.

'No,' he said simply.

Bolt frowned, and then smirked as his paw inched over to the dial...

Jasper slapped it away, replying more firmly this time.

'NO, Bolt. Do as you're told.'

Bolt whimpered and sat back in stunned silence, his tail curled around his leg and resting in his lap, positively pouting at Jasper.

The cat smiled softly and rubbed Bolt's ear with one hand, the other on the wheel.

'There's my good pup. I love you, Bolt, okay?'

Bolt nodded and rested against the seat, wriggling into a comfier position. He yawned softly, his eyes closing, and slowly, with Jasper's slow and careful driving - something Bolt would usually have complained about, and something Jasper would usually have been happy to change...but there was snow on the roads, and the pup had to admit this was very relaxing - Bolt began to fall asleep.

Jasper snorted a little when he looked back over at his sheppy, and found him snoring lightly. 'Heh. I wonder if I should just put you to bed when we get in...nahh...you deserve a treat...' He murmured, seemingly to himself.

Within a few minutes, the car had pulled up at the house, and Jasper woke Bolt up and helped him inside. The sleepy pup yawned and rubbed his eyes, trudging up the path and indoors, flumping on the sofa as Jasper left momentarily to lock the doors and use the bathroom.

Alone in the living room, Bolt flicked on the TV, waiting for Jasper.

He waited.

And waited.

The cat was taking forever, and Bolt pricked his ears to listen, hearing footsteps on the stairs. Jasper was going up them? No, no, the steps were getting closer, he'd already been upstairs.

The door opened to the living room, and in spite of himself, Bolt jumped. Jasper smiled affectionately as he sidled into the room, a bag hanging off one shoulder. Bolt swallowed: he knew what was in that bag.

'Hello, my little pup,' Jasper cooed affectionately, sitting on the sofa besides Bolt. He pulled him into a cuddle, strong and snuggly, and Bolt nuzzled him even as his fake beard tickled his chin. 'Hmm, and what do you want for Christmas, little girl?'

Bolt blushed furiously and stammered, trying to recover from the mild embarrassment of being called a girl. 'I...How about a Skyline?'

'Hmm. Try again, pup. What do you want?'

Bolt hesitated a moment, and then spoke, falteringly.

'Wh...what I want?' he asked, as Jasper nodded patiently. 'Well...I think all I really want right now, is...is for my Daddy to snuggle me and look after me, and...and take off that stupid fucking beard...'

Jasper smirked and pulled it off, leaning forwards to kiss Bolt's nose as he did so. 'Yeah, I thought you'd say that. No swearing now though. Those words aren't good for little cubs,' he teased, sliding out from under Bolt, gesturing to the floor, taking the bag off. Bolt lazily slid onto the floor, looking up at Jasper, his tail moving from side to side, slowly, as if he was trying to pretend he wasn't excited.

The cat pulled Bolt into a sitting position, briefly, and wordlessly removed the green 'elf' shirt the dog had been wearing, laying him back down on the carpet. Next, he pulled down his pants, both sets, under and outer, so Bolt was lying naked on the floor, blushing. He resisted the urge to curl his tail up and hide his nakedness: that would make what he was sure would come next really difficult.

Jasper slid something out of the bag that was besides him, but Bolt from his position couldn't see what it was. He could sure guess, though.

Sure enough, after a moment he felt paws lifting him, and he tried to help, raising his hips as far as they'd go. Something slid under his bottom, and he lowered himself, feeling the soft cottony inside of the diaper, sighing a little as he relaxed-

'Not done yet,' Jasper said, gruffly, and the pup found his bottom being lifted again. Another diaper was slid under the first. 'Doubling, then. That'll be...thick...' Bolt thought to himself, blushing as he realized he quite liked that idea. But no, Jasper wasn't done yet. Bolt heard another diaper being opened and slid underneath the first two. His heart thumped as the cat lowered him back onto the padding, rump lifted slightly by what seemed like a pillow.

'D...Daddy?' he murmured, looking up at the cat questioningly.

'Shhhh,' Jasper whispered back as he pulled the first diaper up over Bolt's front, taping it securely in place. 'Daddy's in charge now, baby girl.'

Bolt felt warmth spreading inside him, and he nodded, watching his loving Daddy cat as he taped the pup's diapers up, leaving his legs spread wide from the mass of padding. When the diapers were all taped up, Jasper rummaged in the bag again and brought out a roll of...tape...? And something else Bolt couldn't see.

Jasper ripped off a strip of the tape, and stuck it over the diaper, and Bolt instinctively knew it was directly over the first set of tapes. Jasper did it again, and a final time, pulling Bolt up to look down at his crinkly underwear.

Bolt's first instinct was to blush furiously. His second was to gasp and run a paw along the tape on his diapers, which formed a make-shift landing zone, like on a baby diaper. He had expected pink or plain duct tape, but instead he was greeted with a deep green stripe, decorated with reindeer, and candy-canes, and snowflakes, and little Santa hats...

Bolt whimpered again and looked up, adoringly, at Jasper. 'Wow...thank you...' he said softly, still tracing the tape with his fingers.

'Mmmhmm. Thought it'd help make those essential crinkles a bit more festive. Besides, it'll stop the tapes coming undone. Or being undone...' At that, Jasper gave a playful wink, ruffling Bolt's headfur. Bolt blushed again, but Jasper was moving again, this time unfolding a pink piece of fabric.

'Arms up, little girl,' Jasper said lovingly, and Bolt obeyed, his tail swishing behind him. The smooth shirt slide down over Bolt's head and arms, and he could feel little ruffles on the cuffs of its short sleeves. Not frills or lace, but simply a little 'wave' in the fabric, there to tell people very clearly: this was a piece of clothing made for a girl.

Jasper pulled it down, and Bolt looked down, trying to read upside down; there was writing in a hot pink glitter on the front of it . He needn't have bothered: Jasper beamed proudly as he spoke.

'Daddy's Little Princess, Bolt, that's what it says,' he smiled and moved closer, rubbing his muzzle against the pup's cheek. 'Because that's what you are, aren't you? You're my good little girl...'

Bolt nodded, blushing. Jasper moved them both onto the sofa, and Bolt found his legs over the cat's, sitting almost entirely on his lap, feeling arms holding him close. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled Daddy's chest, relaxing after a long day. Jasper stroked his back lovingly as he held him, purring deeply.

'That's right, babygirl. You're Daddy's princess. You're his special padded girl... you can be whoever you need to be, with me,' he murmured into the pup's ear, almost hypnotically. His paw slid lower, patting the bulk of Bolt's padding, and the sheppy thought it was a wonder he could feel it through what he was wearing.

As time drifted slowly on, Bolt felt himself start to feel sleepy once more. He yawned as he rested against Jasper, and the cat chuckled softly.

'Sleepy?'

'Mmm...yeah...'

'Well go to sleep then, princess, Daddy's got you,'

Bolt whined softly, his bladder speaking up before he was able to sleep. He shifted a little, looking at Jasper desperately.

'What's wro-'

'Shhh!' Bolt pleaded, looking away. 'Shh...I have to...you know...'

Jasper blinked twice, and then, realisation dawning on him, he chuckled again. 'Ahh, alright then. Good baby girls use their diapers,' he added with a little snicker, making something flare in Bolt that was part annoyance, part utter girlish adoration.

As the cat looked away, Bolt closed his eyes and focused. And, slowly but surely, he felt himself start to wet the diaper, almost stopping the flow out of shock and embarrassment. Here he was, a teenager, ready to say 'fuck the world' and anybody who got in his way, full of ambition and rebelliousness, reduced...no, not reduced, because this wasn't like being brought down, it was like...being elevated...elevated to the status of a diapered Daddy's girl, wetting herself on her Papa's lap. He felt precious and loved and special. He felt amazing...in spite of his now soggy rump. The warmth in his heart spread in a similar way to the warmth in his crotch, only not quite as wet.

Finished at last, he sighed in relief and flopped against Jasper, who took the opportunity to squeeze the front of the pup's diaper, chuckling. 'Awww, that's Daddy's good girl!'

Bolt whimpered a little, but didn't make any other complaints. Jasper held him close and kissed his forehead, patpatting his thickly-diapered bottom soothingly. Bolt's tail wagged slowly, and then slower still, and finally, it drooped down, as his eyelids drooped too, closing as Jasper held him against his chest. He'd fallen asleep in Daddy's arms. Jasper smiled lovingly.

'Goodnight, princess pup. I'll always love you,' he murmured, and then, giggled quietly. 'And I'll be sure to change your diaper in the morning.'