🐺 I had this very strange dream the other night, and I wanted to make some art of it.

In this dream, I was relaxing at Petra the Spotted Hyena's living room, when the door opened up and a young girl entered the room. We introduced ourselves to her. She told her her name was Sasha. I was perplexed, positively so, because this was the first time in MONTHS someone completely unfamiliar came in here to introduce themselves. I'm always in for some new friends, so that was great. Everything went well, that is until...

...something strange happened to our new guest.

Sasha suddenly started to cry out in pain. She leaned on her hands and put her knees to the ground, which slowly began to grow more hairy. Her ears also became more pointy, and her hands started transforming into fluffy orange paws...

''What's wrong, Sasha?'', I asked her, sitting next to her, wagging my white tail in curiosity. By the time she grew her own fluffy tail, Petra walked towards the now canine girl, saying: ''Well, that's something you don't see everyday. You may not have anticipated this change, and... honestly neither did I nor Lay... but, you do look gorgeous, girl. You really do'' She sat down next to her, and put a paw on Sasha's shoulder, continuing: ''D'aww, c'mon, Sasha. It's gonna be fun, sweetie. I promise. I'm a former human too''

''Ugh... I'm a W-WOLF...?!'', Sasha whimpered. She wasn't even aware of what Petra just said, about being a former human just like Sasha was just a couple seconds ago. ''Yeah'', I explained, still sitting next to the newcomer, ''Petra WAS indeed a human. But once upon a safari trip, when she became thirsty at one point due to the scorching heat of the savannah, and drank from a particular pool, she must've been turned into this beautiful Spotted Hyena!'' ''D'aww, thank you, sweetheart'', Petra said in-between my explanation. ''I can't tell for certain'', I continued, ''because I wasn't with her at the time she transformed. But that didn't stop her from returning to this Lobby building and continuing to look after those who stay here''

Petra got up from her sitting position, standing up on all fours, and walked into the huge closet the room gave access to. Then she reappeared carrying two crinkling white pieces of cotton in her mouth. ''Petra likes to put her houseguests in diapers'', I explained to Sasha, ''This is a task she took over from our previous caretaker, Fyanna Gratlynn, who sadly died at a very young age'' ''That's p-pretty sad'', Sasha replied, still in a bit of a shock from her transformation, ''don't you feel sorrowful because of that?'' ''Oh, it has been several years since then'' I assured her, ''I don't really miss her that bad anymore. Well, I do, but-- ...y'know what I mean''

''Now...'', Petra said, ''I'm pretty sure you two are willing to be... pampered, while you are here?'' I immediately walked towards the changing table and jumped on top of it, turning around and lying on my back. Sasha looked as the Spotted Hyena gently pulled the diaper, shaped like a training pants, up to my waist, fitting it snug around my lower body. My tail swooped out of the tail hole on the back of the white crinkly undergarment. ''I-I'm... n-not gonna wear a DIAPER!'', Sasha stuttered, embarrassed and alarmed, ''...a-am I...?'' Petra turned towards her: ''Oh, you don't HAVE to, sweetheart. Only if you want to. Lay right here loves it, at least'' I nodded at the Spotted Hyena, while we all heard the crinkling of the diaper I was now wearing. ''I promise you, dear'', Petra said gently, ''just give it a try! Maybe you'll like it!''

Petra helped me climbing off the changing table, and I sat down on my padded behind, once again wagging my big white tail. Then, I lay down, watching Petra helping Sasha onto the change pad. ''HNNGGG... /// ...I don't WANNA be a wolf!'', Sasha whimpered, as the final tuffs of fur started showing on her neck and covered her shoulders. ''Don't worry, Sash'', I told her, ''you'll get used to it. I actually liked being turned into a wolf, and sure, that made getting used to it way easier for me. But even considering that, I did have a bit of a rough time in the beginning. But it was nothing to really stress about -- just learning how to use your new fluffy paws -- walking, running, all that fun stuff -- feeling your ears... and here's the fun thing: You possess your very own, unique howl! Every individual wolf has one of his or her own!'' I wanted to show off my own howl, but then I remembered maybe there would be people in this giant building that... let's say, wouldn't really appreciate all that animal noise. So I opted not to demonstrate my howling. My howl is a very long and particularly high-pitched one, if you were curious.

''Uh... w-well... okay...'', Sasha let out, not knowing what to say or to do. She would certainly have her own unique howl, I'm pretty sure, but that was a practice for a later date. Right now, Petra and I were both quite occupied with helping Sasha getting used to her new self. The wolf girl, now with her gorgeous red-brown fur, felt the soft cotton of her very first training pants diaper in YEARS, slide up in-between her hind legs -- uh... hind ~paws~. ''Hmmph...?'', Sasha whined, not sure of what to think of this. Petra and I saw that she was pretty much out of words. Sasha felt her diaper with a forepaw. It... felt... hmm, ...k-kinda n- ...nice? She couldn't get herself to say that out loud. She had to, though, when Petra asked her calmly: ''And? Does our guest feel safe in her very first diaper? Do you like it, dear?'' As Sasha turned onto her belly in order to get off the changing table, her diaper pants crinkled and crackled. It was a comforting sound for me and Petra; a slightly worrying sound for Sasha. Should she feel embarrassed? Comfy? Confused? She really didn't know. It was a strange mix of comfort and embarrassment.

Sasha sat down next to me once again. ''Hmmmph...?'', she sighed once more while looking down at the diaper she was now in, ''I... d-don't know if I... l-like this. T-The body change and... this underwear, I mean'' ''Hey'', I told her, ''if you don't like the diaper, you can just tear it off and throw it away. As for your wolf transformation -- don't worry, Petra and I will gladly help you with anything. And if you feel shy about either of these events -- know that no other people enter here'' ''B-But... if I can just enter this room...'', Sasha asked, scratching away an itch with her hind leg, in true canine fashion, ''...w-who says no one else could do the same? I'd sink through the floor right down to the lower room out of pure SHAME if that were to happen!'' ''No big deal, Sasha sweetie,'' Petra cooed, at both of us, funny enough -- I guess she wanted to pamper me a little more as well, huh? She concluded: ''Do not feel embarrassed. I will put a diaper on myself if that would make everything a bit easier on you''

All three of us -- yes, even Sasha -- had to confess that what Petra just said... was indeed kind of funny, in an ironic way. And, who knew? Maybe Sasha would get used to this predicament sooner than anyone could imagine.

~THE END~