Star had never seen a dire lynx before, this creature stood about 9 foot tall, super fast, super strong and super quick at overpowering the five foot tall corporal.
Theres something about Stars expression in this one, where she looks so upset, like she really didnt want this, she really put up a fight but in the end it was futile…once again the buttons are hammered
Poor star she dont seems to have any chance against this dire lynx. But she sure needs to get here dirty messy diaper changed and she have no chance to succeed whit that when she is wearing mittens on here paws. So she sure needs the help from dire lynx if she wont to get back into something clean anytime soon.
Just another day, as a service dog, travelling with my human masters, I am deployed on a long and boring fetch and retreive mission..pretty mundane for a young and eager little war-dog, like myself; however, the last few days have become somewhat bothersome for me and my partners. And it’s all because of what I’m wearing. The loud sounds of squishing, crinkles and stretched plastic become the humiliating soundtrack playing between my legs. I can’t hide it, no matter how I walk…Between many comrades and handlers, everyone quickly becomes alert to what I am wearing. The soldiers groan, as they realize that they’re gonna have to take extra special care of me, while on the mission.
..>//////_////>.. I can’t help that I wear these things, or that they insist I accompany them on these long fetch quests. But I am the only one capable of sniffing out suspicious items, and stuff of that nature. Well, it’s unavoidable that it happens, and its only natural for the guys to tease me when it does happen….it has become pretty routine during rest stops, for my human handlers to tend to my needs, to feed me, and play with me, and……to give me a proper diaper-check, every so often…to keep me on the safe and clean side, of course.
..>//////////////<.. But I’m not saying it isn’t quite embarrassing, because it is. You don’t know how humiliating it is to be a doggy-boy, and to be expected to drop my shorts and receive a pat down my bottom, to check if I’ve….um…>///_//<…soiled my diaper… B-but luckily my human superiors have experimented with different techniques to keep me distracted, while they do their thing…that way my feelings don’t get hurt as much, when times do call for changing….
.._/////////-/////_.. A dog can’t do his job if he’s nervous or worried about being laughed at. So lately they’ve been putting my food in a bottle, and serving it to me while they pat me down back there… Maybe it was just a lucky guess, or maybe they just figured that since I’m wearing a diaper, maybe I’d really enjoy eating my food from a baby bottle as well. Um..v///////o/////v..It worked….I am starting to prefer my food this way, oddly enough, and it’s helped them help me out more….but….I just hope they don’t tell anybody about that though. I can visualize the insults now. “Flo, the stinky baby puppy, nursing momma’s milk.” ..v////w///v.. [sigh] But I am so happy to be drinking from my bottle. Sure it does remind me of my days as a young cub, playing and snuggling with mama, while she cared for me….but my bottle actually tastes very good too. I almost completely forget uncomfy feelings associated with pulling down my shorts, and exposing my poofy and probably stinky diapey to my friends to check and change. I don’t know… I suppose their distractions do work quite well on me. ^^ When my master’s scratching my head, while the other’s patting my ass, the only thing going through my silly mind is how tasty my treat is. :3