First off, another commission from  carnival-tricks! Thank you so much :D

I've written a little story to go with this. Feel free to let me know if there's any mistakes, as I couldn't find anyone to proofread it right away.

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After receiving a tip from a friend, Deadly decided to check out an abandoned warehouse. Being an avid urban explorer, he had expected another dusty old building, but upon entering it seemed pretty well kept for being out of use. There was purple paint on the walls, lights on, but totally empty.

"I wonder why Danny said that I should come down here...place is boring as hell." He muttered to himself as he headed back to the door.

Just as he was about to reach the door, he noticed something odd about the floor under his paws, it seemed....hollow? He knelt down to investigate it further, but couldn't find any sort of seam or latch anywhere. He stood up, frustrated at having wasted so much time on nothing. As he started to walk off, he felt a click in the floor beneath him. He froze, hoping the floor wasn't about to give.

CLANG

The floor fell away from him in an instant, Deadly yelped as he found himself scrabbling for handholds as he was falling down a metal chute into darkness. After a few moments, he felt his butt hit something solid. He groaned and tried to get his bearings. Still in complete darkness he began to feel around, attempting to figure out where he was; the surface he was sitting on felt rubbery, like a tire or something, maybe a conveyor belt? He wasn’t sure.

BZZZT

A television monitor hanging from the ceiling flashed to life; Deadly squinted, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness coming from the monitor. He was finally able to see his surroundings; he was in fact sitting on a conveyor belt in a long hallway that stretched further than he could see with the light coming off the monitor. He looked up at the TV again, on it was the face of Danny, the bunny that had given him the tip to come to this place!

“Hello Deadly, glad to see you took my directions.”

“Danny, what the hell? What is this place?”

“I can’t hear you, so don’t bother making a fuss. I just want you to know that you’ll be well taken care of in my prototype facility, thanks for volunteering to test it for me!” he said with a dark grin as the monitor shut off again.

“Screw you, I’m getting the hell out of here!”

As Deadly scrambled to get to his feet, something grabbed him by his ankle and tripped him, landing him on his butt once again. He tried to shake whatever had grabbed him off, but to no avail. More hands grabbed him, one for each limb; he yelped in fear, thrashing about in a panic as the things gripped him tighter. He went slack, trying to figure out what to do next as he felt the hands working all of his clothing off.

“Danny you sick freak, let me outta here!”

Those were the last words he was able to speak before something was shoved into his muzzle and tied into place with a leather strap.

BZZZT

The monitor came on again, blinding him once again. It was just static this time, but it provided enough light for him to see what was happening. He had been grabbed by several robotic arms, disrobed, gagged with what looked like a baby’s pacifier, and was lying spread out for the world to see on the conveyor belt. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew that he had to go with it for now, these things had far too good of a grip to get out of.

Suddenly the static cut out, and something new came up on the monitor. Colors shifted in and out on the screen, accompanied by low sounds that eerily echoed down the hallway. Deadly looked up at it in puzzlement, wondering what this was supposed to be; he didn’t realize that he was being inducted into a deep trance state.

Danny’s voice came through the speakers again, this time his tone was soft.
“Nod if you can hear me Deadly.”

The ensnared fox nodded slowly.

“Good boy, I want you to relax, relax more than you ever have before. Look at the TV and let all your worries go.”

Deadly felt his limbs get heavier the more he stared at the monitor, the need for escape getting pushed to the back of his mind.

“That’s a good fox, just keep looking up while my machines get you properly dressed. Remember, you are relaxed, you don’t want to go anywhere, you are happy right where you are.”

The entranced fox didn’t bat an eye as more arms extended from the walls carrying various babyish accoutrements. He kept his gaze locked on the TV, not even as a blue bonnet was tied over his head, or as the cloud of baby powder that had just been dumped on his privates reached his sensitive nose was he distracted from the wondrous patterns of blue and green that flitted over the screen.

“You’re being very good right now foxie, just keep listening to my voice. You are going to forget all about your responsibilities, your problems, your cares. You feel yourself reaching a state of innocence and bliss, like you felt in the arms of your mother as a kit.”

The arms returned, this time holding a blue and white diaper. They carefully unfolded it, slid it under him, and snugly taped it into place. The patterns on the screen shifted once more, displaying red and orange patterns that burned their way into the poor fox’s mind. He groaned a bit, but his eyes grew distant as the patterns permanently shattered his will.

“Deadly, you are going to be my kit, happy and ignorant. Forever. Welcome to your new home…”

The television shut off, and the dumbstruck fox was whisked down the conveyor and into the darkness once more.