The street was empty. That made the open night air perfect for gloating.
Morgana walked with a swagger that bordered on parody, his tail high, his chest puffed, his left paw swishing back and forth in a sing-song motion. And in his right paw, spinning end over end like a tiny glittering sun, was a diamond the size of his fist. He had stolen it from a museum that had dared to lock it behind glass, as if glass could stop the great Morgana. He had slipped past lasers and guards and motion sensors with the grace of a shadow. He had conquered.
It was almost scary how good he was.
"Aren't I incredible?" Morgana said to no one. The diamond caught the moonlight and threw rainbows across the pavement. "Sneaking into a maximum-security museum. Evading state-of-the-art defenses. Acquiring a gemstone worth more than most people's houses." He tossed the diamond higher. Caught it. Tossed it again. "And I did it alone. Without help. And Without-"
The diamond slipped.
He caught it at the last second, fumbling, nearly dropping it into a storm drain. His heart hammered. His face flushed. He looked around to make sure no one had seen.
No one had.
But the magic of the moment was broken.
Morgana shoved the diamond into his pocket and hurried home.
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“WHAT?!” Morgana growled, fists clenched, eyes boring into the calm owl sitting across from him as he huffed and puffed with his tail flicking in annoyance.
Lufel sat on the couch with his eyes fixed on Morgana with an expression that made the cat's fur prickle.
"I didn’t say anything wrong. You ignored my instructions. You didn’t do any of the stuff I asked you. And you’re home late," Lufel said.
"I was working," Morgana snapped. "Some of us have things to do. Important things. Things that require-"
"You're sloppy."
Morgana's jaw clicked shut.
"And you're a brat," Lufel continued, rising from the couch. He wasn't tall, neither of them were, but the way he moved, the way he filled the space between them, made Morgana take an involuntary step backward.
"I am NOT-!" Morgana pointed a trembling claw at Lufel's chest. "I am the GREATEST thief in Tokyo! I am the brains behind the Phantom Thieves! I am-!"
Lufel moved.
Morgana didn't even see it. One moment he was standing, pointing, ranting. The next he was on his back, pinned to the floor, Lufel's knee pressed against his belly and Lufel's paws holding his wrists above his head.
"Let me GO-!"
"Shh." Lufel's voice was soft. Gentle. Final.
Morgana struggled. Kicked. Twisted. Tried to bite. Tried to claw. But Lufel had him angled just right. His hips were pinned, his legs useless, his claws scrabbling against the floor without purchase.
Rip.
His shirt came off.
Rip.
His pants followed.
Morgana froze. The cool air hit his belly, his thighs, his everything. He still had his yellow scarf on but besides that…
He looked down, past Lufel's knee, past his own heaving chest, past the fury still burning in his gut. And saw his briefs.
White cotton. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse print. Little Mickey faces with their little red shorts and little yellow shoes, marching across the fabric in an endless cheerful parade. The waistband was light blue. They looked soft, gentle, and infantile. They hugged his hips just above the small, traitorous nub that had begun to stir despite everything.
"No-!" Morgana whispered. “You can’t j-just–!”
Lufel grabbed the briefs next and slowly slid them down. Morgana froze, blushing and biting his lip. He seemed to wiggle his hips in a way that helped him get them off despite the fact that he was just squirming.
They were off and tossed away, leaving him naked and below his boyfriend as he leered down at him. “Y-Y-You th-think th-this can int-t-timidate m-me?!”
Lufel didn't answer. He reached behind him and into a bag Morgana hadn't noticed and pulled out a folded rectangle of thick, crinkling plastic.
He shook it open.
It was 77 Super Kitties diaper.
The diaper was covered in colorful cartoon cats. Soft and thick. Inviting too, right?
"This," Lufel said, "is what you deserve. Obviously."
Morgana's eyes went wide.
"And this is what you deserve to be. A beta bitch diaper cat," Lufel continued, lifting Morgana's hips and sliding the diaper beneath him. "Completely submissive to me. Isn't that right?"
"NO-!"
Lufel pulled the front of the diaper up between Morgana's legs. The padding pressed against his nub. It was soft and thick yet felt inescapable. The cartoon kittens stared up at him from between his spread thighs.
Rrrip. The left tape.
Rrrip. The right tape.
Rrrip. Rrrip. The bottom tapes.
Lufel smoothed each one down with a soft, deliberate pat. Morgana looked down. The diaper crinkled around Morgana's hips. The Super Kitties looked at him from every angle.
The padding bulged between his legs, feeling permanent despite it being something he was sure he could… maybe just… take off…?
His face burned. His breath came in short, shallow gasps. His thoughts, usually so sharp, quick, and confident, collided and scattered like startled birds.
"I–this isn't–you can't–!"
Lufel rested a hand on his head. His hand was warm and emanated a sense of ownership.
His other paw held up a pacifier. It was a pale blue and its silicone nipple gleamed under the ceiling light. Like an alluring treasure.
"This," Lufel said, "is a suitable outfit for a submissive beta like yourself. Correct?" He leaned down and forward just slightly. "It even matches your personality."
Morgana's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"Uhmmm...!"
Lufel's eyes remained still.
"Say you agree," Lufel said.
Morgana flinched.
Every instinct screamed at him to fight. To argue. To tear this diaper off and run and never look back. But his body, his traitorous, trembling, excited body, had other plans. His nub pressed against the padding, hard and insistent. His thighs squeezed together. His tail curled beneath him.
"Y-Yes sir," Morgana heard himself say. "I-I agree, sir."
The words hung in the air.
Lufel smiled.
He pressed the pacifier to Morgana's lips, and Morgana opened his mouth, automatically, obediently, like a baby bird accepting a worm. The nipple settled against his tongue. He suckled once, twice, three times, and the soft shush-shush-shush filled the silence between them.
Lufel patted the front of the diaper.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Good boy," Lufel said.
Morgana lay on the floor, diapered and pacified and owned. His chest rose and fell. His eyes drifted to the ceiling. His nub throbbed against the padding.
He was excited.
Despite everything. Despite the resistance. Despite the voice in his head that still screamed this is wrong, this is humiliating, this is NOT who you are…his body had already surrendered.
His hips twitched.
Lufel's hand was still on his head, warm and heavy, holding him in place.
"This is your life now," Lufel said softly.
Morgana suckled the pacifier harder.
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