Once upon a time, there was a young fox who had been a captive princess for quite some time. Now, this was not one of those captive princesses who had been locked in a tower by an evil stepmother. This particular captive princess was a todd who was kept as a baby vixen princess against his will. His real name was Andlat, but to all of his aides and ladies in waiting, he was Princess Emma Roselily Scarlett Vixenkit. He had been the son of a woman that the king had had an affair with, but after some turmoil, he had become the heir apparent, secretly.
The princess spent most of his day lying in his royal bassinette, a silver chain wrapped around his ankle keeping him captive. The only thing that ever changed was his dress and bonnet. Today he was clad in a pink dress with a frothy cloud of petticoats that framed his diapers just like the white bonnet that framed his face. His arms emerged from the bubble sleeves and were bare, save for the pink mittens around his paws that perfectly matched the booties on his footpaws at the end of his tights. A pacifier moved in and out of his mouth while his advisor answered the subjects’ requests. Andlat gazed sadly out at all of the subjects, but they simply smiled at the baby princess and directed their queries and requests to the advisor. Andlat had heard that among the townspeople and other subjects, it was good luck to simply look upon the baby princess. Most of the villagers figured that she could not even speak.
Day in and day out, Andlat stayed in his bassinette. Once the public requests had been answered, he was always taken to his nursery, where he was fed and changed before his schooling began. Schooling was not the right name for it, but his nanny insisted that he called it that, even if it was just crawling around and dancing and singing the songs that nanny taught him, like the Little Teapot song and Skip to My Lou. About once a week, Andlat would be taken outside to the castle’s garden and pushed in what his nanny called the royal swing. It was one of Andlat’s least favorite activities.
Every night, Andlat endured a bath before being triple diapered and put to bed. It was an easy life, but that did not mean that the poor fox was happy about it. He remembered what his life was like before, being a todd who got to go hunting and exploring in the woods. Sure he had had to deal with bullies who called him a ‘sissy’, but he knew that if they knew about his life now, the teasing would be worse.
One day, Andlat was daydreaming in court, not really paying attention to the farmer’s request about his neighbor stealing his sheep or cows or something. It was the last request of the day and Andlat was eager to get his diaper changed and be fed, even if it was the same stinky mush and baby bottle as always.
Suddenly, the ornately decorated oak doors at the far end of the hall burst open as a tall knight on a black stallion came riding in. Andlat’s eyes widened as the horse trotted up to where the farmer was standing, who quickly fled to the side as the knight removed his helm to reveal that he was a wolf as black in fur as the stallion he rode. The advisor frowned.
“Who are you? The princess is not taking requests any longer.”
“I am Sir Jack of Grendale.” He said. “And this is not a request. I am here to rescue princess Andlat from your clutches.” Andlat gasped. The wolf knew who he really was! He squirmed, the delicate silver chain clinking with each movement. The wolf dismounted and drew his sword, which glowed with a magical light. He effortlessly cut through the chain and picked Andlat up. Andlat smiled warmly up at the wolf, who smiled back, holding the fox in one arm as he climbed back up onto his steed. He set the fox down on the horse right in front of him and away they went! Andlat could not believe it. He was finally free from this strange existence that had plagued him for so long.
Andlat kept looking back at Sir Jack, but the wolf did not speak for the entire duration of the ride. Thankfully, it was a short ride and they arrived at Grendale, the wolf knight’s sizeable home. One of his servants took the horse and Jack carried the fox inside.
“Welcome to your new home.” Jack said grandly. Andlat grinned and pulled the pacifier from his mouth.
“Thank you so much for rescuing me!” He said, truly grateful. The wolf smiled.
“Don’t mention it. Now then, how about I show you where your room is?” Andlat nodded eagerly. The wolf chuckled and carried him through the house to a closed door.
“Are there boy clothes for me in there?” Andlat asked. The wolf nuzzled his cheek.
“I thought it would be easier for you to transition into your new life if” The wolf opened the door and carried Andlat into a baby girl’s nursery. “You spent a little while still in dresses and diapers.” Andlat stared up at the wolf in confusion. What? He was supposed to be free! He stammered, trying to find words, but failing. Jack took the pacifier from his paw and popped it into Andlat’s mouth. “Baby Emma’s had an exciting day, so let’s get her down for a nap, hmm?”
“My name’s Andlat though.” The fox mumbled around the pacifier as Jack gently stripped him down to his diaper.
“Don’t be silly, sweetie. Andlat’s not a very pretty name for my new daughter.”
“Daughter?”
“Yep.” Jack said as he pulled out a pink nightgown. “Daughter is a word daddies use to refer to their girl cubs.”
“I know that!” Andlat grumbled. Jack slipped the nightgown over his head, threading his arms through the sleeves and poking his little belly playfully. “I’m not a girl though!”
“Whatever you say, princess.” Jack said with a wink.
“I have boy parts!” Andlat objected, the pacifier tumbling from his mouth. Jack returned it to his muzzle and then pulled out the front of his diaper.
“Hmm.” Jack said. Andlat smirked. It was hard to argue with such undeniable evidence. “I see my baby girl’s little sissy weewee, but no boy parts.” Andlat’s jaw dropped. How could he deny it when he was looking right at it? Jack carried the fox to the crib and set him down in it, tucking him in all nice and snugly. “Baby Emma’s just a little grouchy tush. She’ll feel a lot better after a nice nap.” With that, Jack left the room, closing the door gently behind him. He knew that even though the fox was whining now, he would quickly grow used to his new life where he had more freedom than the castle.
Jack smiled as he finished reading the story, closing the fox’s diary and setting it aside. He always enjoyed reading Andlat’s stories. Andlat was never happy in the stories, but the fox kept writing stories about being a sissy baby. The wolf resolved to ask the fox about that after he was up from his nap.
