Alfa was walking in the woods... No one was around and his phone was dead... Then out of the corner of his eye he spots them... A shadowy figure with glowing blue eyes.

It was following him, about 30 ft back; it was down on all fours, then it breaks into a sprint... It was gaining on him!

Alfa looks for his treehouse but he's all turned around! The creature was almost upon him, and he swears he sees a glint of silver before he cowers in fear! And then... silence.

The wolf, fearing for his safety, composes himself as best he can before relocating the trail he had lost. It's dark out, and he seems to have lost the creature... But he's hopelessly lost himself. He creeps through the underbrush... Aha, his treehouse still has his light on; There's hope after all! He moves stealthily into trunk and ascends the ladder... But his paw! AHH! He stepped on something sharp! Plucking the object from his pawpad, he inspects it... A long, steel sewing needle... How unusual. His sewing kit is packed away, in a chest upstairs.

Perhaps someone had left it here as a cruel prank? Regardless, his door was locked and his windows were shuttered. He's safe... for now. His heart races in his chest as he jumps at every little noise in his treehouse. Sleep. He needs sleep. But first, he needed safety.

Removing his clothes and tossing them aside, the wolf gets a diaper from his chest, strapping it on and sighing. A familiar comfort, to be sure. He crawls into bed and extinguishes the lantern. He closes his eyes, tired from such a long, panicked run, his adrenaline rush being swept away by a languid fatigue. His heart slows, his eyelids droop... He's just about to go to sleep when...

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

His eyes pop back open, his ears alert to a presence in his sanctuary... He musters up the courage, slowly craning his neck to look over his shoulder... Just in time to see his blue jeans slide off the side of the bed, as if dragged off by something below.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

He slowly rolls over, leaning just over the edge of his bed, fearing the worst. His jeans, slowly begin to disappear beneath the bed, tugged gently in short bursts... Something is... eating his jeans.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

He swallows hard. He slowly reaches for his jeans, and grabs at them a moment too late as they disappear into the dark void beneath his bed! He dares not look... He leans back, muttering to himself.

"Alright, it's okay, Wolfie... T-They're just jeans! You can g-get new ones! S-Seems like w-whatever is under my b-bed... r-really hates jeans? O-Or maybe really likes them? I-I mean... uh... if th-they eat jeans, then... I'm... p-probably safe..."

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

"...Probably..."

Alfa dares not set foot over the edge of the bed, let alone stick his face under there. Soon, the crunching noises stop all together, and something heavy... something big... something with glowing blue eyes drags itself from beneath his bed...

"Don't be so sure, pup~" the shadowy beast says, it's voice sounding inhuman and metallic at the same time... like it was speaking through a metal sheet... "After all... the clothes make the man~ Kehehehe~"

Alfa hides his muzzle beneath his blanket, watching the beast lean closer, reaching a shadowy tentacle towards him and stroking him across the top of his head with it... It wasn't skin, or scales, or slime... it was... dry, sliding across his ears like a kerchief or a cotton cloth... The beast then tossed the last scrap of his jeans into the air and caught it in it's mouth with a noise like a bear trap slamming shut, it's teeth shining in the moonlight peeking through his window shutters... Then it slithered and slunk and disappeared out one of the windows. Then... everything went black.

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Alfa woke up the following morning to birds singing outside his window. The sun was shining, the skies were clear and the air was crisp; a stark contrast to the night before. He opens his eyes and looks around. Nothing. No sign of the creature at all. Not even a scratch mark or a spooky warning written in blood. He looks down at his diaper, which was now thoroughly sodden...

"Must've been a super bad nightmare... Haven't wet myself in my sleep in forever... I really need a change..."

Swinging his paws over the edge of the bed, Alfa feels his paw land on something rough and fabric. Denim fabric. His jeans! So it was just a bad dream! He looks down to pick up his jeans, then stops short. Beneath his paw is... certainly denim... but it's... thick. And plush. Far too plush for it to be just a set of jeans neatly folded into a bundle. He lifts his paw off it and picks it up, staring at the object in horror.

It's... a cloth diaper made of denim... And there was still grass stains from creeping through the brush. He slowly turns around and looks towards his bed, eyes locked on the dark void beneath it.

"Still want a diaper change?~" the void says, a set of glowing blue eyes and a metallic grin emerging from the darkness. Alfa drops the diaper and screams, tripping backward on his own tail as he scoots away, trying his best to distance himself from the bed as a pair of long plush ribbons emerge from beneath...

The End...

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Another super fun commission from  plinkiepoi! The pic (and story) were based on a mini RP we had a while ago about Alfa meeting her plush Sylveon OC, Fairee!

Now, Fairee is a huge dork and not nearly as threatening as he appears in this pic and story. But Alfa has never met him, and while Fairee likes to toy with new people he likes, perhaps giving the poor pup a case of PTSD isn't the best way to make a good first impression.

Don't worry, Alfa is fine! He'll just be a bit of a bedtime wetter for a month or two!

Art and Fairee ©  plinkiepoi
Alfa © Me!