Power Levels

by AsterShock

Chapters

• The List
• Random
• Veemon
• Role Reversal
• Andrew's Little Day
• Demon's revenge
• Long Holiday (1)
• The Red Guard's New Recruit
• Spike's sissy baby training
• Robin
• Oh
• Alolan Adventure

The List

Locations:

Planet Equus

Equestria (capital: Canterlot, other cities: Manehattan, Fillydelphia, Ponyville, Las Pegasus, etc...)

Crystal Empire

Mustangia

Prance

County of Griffonstone / Griffon Kingdom

Yakyakistan

Saddle Arabia

Maretonia

Tartarus

Digital World

Pokemon World

Kanto

Johto

Hoenn

Sinnoh

Unova

Kalos

Planet Mobius

Planet Popstar

Dreamland, etc...

Planet Avalar

Random

Gates to Infinity

[Hiryu M./Mew, Jirachi] [Ryu/Oshawott, Madoka K./Eevee]

Hiryu/Jirachi/FemPichu/Snivy/Arceus, Ryu/Madoka, Grovyle/Celebi, Emolga/Dunsparce, Powerful!Shiny!Mew!Hiryu

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Perfect Reality

[Hiryu M./Maxwell, Sandy] Stan, Ham-Hams

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Outworldly Mysteries

[Hiryu M./Zorua, Vulpix/Madoka, Jirachi/Calumon, Latias]

Zorua!PMD-Explorer!Hiryu

Hiryu future lives: Zura, Wiz (DN Angel), Mepple/Porun/Flappy/Candy/Potpourri, Hamtaro, Mew/Victini/Arceus, P-chan, Dot Warner, Tamers-universe Calumon, Kirby, Happy, Spike, Princess Dot, Ori, Hare/Mocchi (Monster Rancher), Chomper/Ducky/Petrie (Land Before Time), Chi (cat), Flambo (Adventure Time), Koda/Kenai (Brother Bear), Kopa/maybe Simba (Lion King), etc.

Hiryu Erebus Matsuki - Mew (formerly Starry Skies), former Prince of Equestria, Emperor of the Digital World, Fusion Fighter, The Grand Savior, God of Digimon, The Inventor, Wanderer of the Multiverse, Shaper of Worlds,, God of Pokemon, Omni-King

Hiryu's Multiverse: Digimon multiverse (1/4), Adventure Time multiverse, Regular Show universe, Hamtaro/Chi's Sweet Home universe, Land Before Time universe, Monster Rancher universe, Pretty Cure multiverse, Kirby multiverse, The Good Dinosaur universe, Neopets universe, Undertale universe, Earthbound universe, Halo universe, Ratchet/Clank universe, Okami universe, Ori and the Blind Forest universe, Pikmin universe, Yo-Kai universe, Harvest Moon universe, Secret Life of Pets universe, Zootopia universe.

Hiryu's Powers: (Multiversal Level attack potency) - Nigh-Omnipotence, Reality Warping, Time/Space Manipulation, Dimension Manipulation, Creation (Nigh), Energy (Chi/Ki, Aura, Chakra, Aether) Manipulation, Reanimation, Multiversal Awareness (can view other universes), Godlike Immortality but not invincible, Regeneration, Elemental Manipulation (fire, water, earth, etc), Cosmic Manipulation, Multiversal Manipulation, Molecular Manipulation, Psionics (Psycho Warping), Mentifery, etc.

Evolving Bonds

[Hiryu M., Calumon, Yoru T.] Fusion Fighters

Hiryu/Calumon/Yoru, Ryu/Madoka, Shoutmon/Shippo, Akuma/Kyubey, Neutral!Akuma, Godlike!Hiryu, Legendary!Pokemon!Yoru, Post Dark World, Pre Dimension War Arc

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Twisted Reality

[Hiryu M./Chomper, Ruby] Littlefoot, Ducky

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The Empire

[Hiryu M., Calumon] Mokona, Fusion Fighters

Hiryu/Calumon, Multiversal!Godlike!Pokemon-Creator!Hiryu, Guardian-of-Digimon!Hiryu, Semi-Godlike!Calumon

Veemon

“Stupid village, I am not a runt,” Veemon grumbled, kicking what rocks he found along his path to vent his frustration as he exited the outward bounds of his home village, a motley collection of huts and houses for the other digimon, many of whom liked to tease him about his small size, and, like now, frequently resulted in him being sent on the most menial of errands, usually reserved for the smallest and weakest of the digimon, even though, for all intents and purposes, he was an intermediate power level. But, as much as he resented the treatment, Veemon couldn’t disobey or leave – odds were good that anywhere he went would be just the same – and a solitary existence didn’t sound fun at all.

       He spent an hour walking around the valley, gathering fruit and vegetables in a hilariously undersized basket that he’d been given only to drive home the mockery. “Is that too big for you? We wouldn’t want our cute little veemon to strain himself!” One of the bigger digimon in the village had teased him before sending him on the task. Veemon hated being coddled, it was unbelievably demeaning and yet there was nothing he could do about it… Or was there?

       A faint thought crept into the blue digimon’s head as he crested a hill, and saw the red circle painted on a tree that marked where the smaller digimon were supposed to turn back to the village. The marked trees encircled a ruined, stone village that had been abandoned for who knows how long, and was vaguely visible in the distance, but distances in the digital world were deceptive. Supposedly it was only a half hour’s walk from where he was, but it was a rare digimon that braved the ruins and returned, and all who did came back telling stories of different horrors, and rumors persisted about what haunted it.

       More than once, Veemon had imagined making the trek and returning with a piece of the ruined cobblestone to prove he’d gone there and returned. With such an achievement under his belt, the other villagers would have no choice but to show him some respect. Or, at least, that’s how Veemon imagined it anyway. He crested the hill, looking out toward the ruins once again and blinking… There was something moving out there, and, all of a sudden, curiosity was pulling him forward as powerfully as the desire for achievement.

       Without more than a moment’s hesitation, Veemon started walking down the hill towards the stone village, and, faster than even he’d imagined, he past the tree-line and was looking out at the towers and other structures, not fifty paces away.

       “Woah…” the blue digimon said, staring straight up at a massive stone arch… But it wasn’t just stone. Out of the top of each pillar, a glowing, red metal rod was sticking out and glinting with the sunlight. It wasn’t anything Veemon could place, and he doubted anyone else In his village could, either. He continued to walk on, looking inquisitively up at a huge archway that showed the entrance of the structure, and red light swirled in alien shapes and letters all over the stone walls. This wasn’t normal, and, if he had any sense at all, Veemon probably would have turned back… But he still didn’t have any proof of his accomplishment, and who knows what treasures could be hidden inside of a place like this?

As he past deeper, Veemon saw long decrepit machines, clearly once upon a time intended to build something, but so ancient that they likely did nothing now but collect dust. Light was provided by the glowing walls, but it was still dark, so Veemon didn’t catch the flicker of movement until it was literally right in front of him.

       “H-hey! Who’s there?” Veemon squeaked, taking a few steps back as a vertical line of light lanced out from a point five paces in front of him and scanned his entire body, bottom to top, then back down to his feet again. He backed up against the wall anxiously, seeing a floating object of some kind as the source of the light, once his eyes adjusted, but it only blinked its camera lens and flew away. Veemon looked around, hearing a groaning course through the factory, and the glowing walls brightened… “Okay, I’ve had my fun, time to go…” The blue and white digimon said to himself, starting to walk back towards the entrance, and very nearly walked into a wall where the door had been moments before…

       He wasn’t trapped for long, though. Before Veemon could even process what was going on, a pair of robotic cuffs attached to long, elbowed arms snapped closed around his wrists and picked him up off the ground with as little effort as he might pick up an ear of corn or a fruit from a tree. He squealed, trying to kick his legs as he was dragged up and off the ground, but it did no good. He’d been scanned, and the factory knew exactly where to aim another pair of arms to snap closed around his ankles, then force him down against a factory belt, legs spread as the lighting increased, giving Veemon a view of a huge, densely padded diaper being brought down and unfolded in front of him.

       In the factory’s power as Veemon was, he could only squirm his torso uselessly, unable to move any of his limbs against the cuff’s iron and hydraulic grip. His legs were suddenly lifted off the ground, then spread as he was lowered back down to the assembly belt, this time with a diaper beneath him as thick as his fist.

       “Hey! What gives? I don’t need those!” Veemon whined, about all he could do under the circumstances, and blushed tremendously as the diaper was powdered before being pulled up between his legs and taped up around his waist with no apparent concern for Veemon’s dignity. He’d more than once been teased about being a baby by his village, and that was the common mode when they were interacting with him. It was humiliating, and Veemon couldn’t keep the blush off of his face as he fought the bindings for all he was worth, but, alas, was unable to break them, but his ordeal was far from over, yet. Another of the cursed hand-arms descended from on high and began gently patting, rubbing and squeezing his diaper, seemingly for no other reason but to distract him and drive home the undeniable fact that he was now stuck in a diaper, something fit only for the smallest and most helpless of digimon. “Let go, I’ll leave, just let me go!”

       His demands ignored, the blue and white digimon’s arms and legs were forced together at the wrists and ankles with inexplicable force despite the apparent thin arms that were restraining him, the bulk of his diaper making Veemon spread his knees uncomfortably to compensate for it, and the cries and complaints continued, but, if it heard him, the factory paid no attention, as it surely hadn’t to any of the other digimon who’d been lost here.

       The second wave of diapers were different from the first. They had larger, wider, and longer tapes, but were otherwise smaller than the one around his waist, like they were intended for a smaller digimon. For all Veemon’s complaining, he watched in dismay as these secondary diapers were set down lengthwise under his ankles, then wrapped around in a tight spiral before being taped in place very securely. Had they just been normal adhesive tapes, Veemon would have been able to tear them easily, but, by whatever technology was available to whomever or whatever had built this factory, they had made it so snug that he could barely wiggle his bound up ankles, and was as far from breaking the seal between plastic and tape as he was from the moon.

       Seconds later, the process was repeated on Veenmon’s squirming hands, except that this time, instead of a ring, his hands were wrapped in more of a circular ball of diaper that was taped up the sides, and at his wrists with the same unbreakable adhesive as before. Now nearly as restrained as he had been with the arms holding him in place, Veemon could only complain and wriggle his limbs as they retreated, the diapers feeling heavy and strong, able to resist his every attempt to escape them, sure as steel.

       Again he was pinned, this time with a hand-shaped palm pressing his chest against the belt. He opened his mouth to yell, but was silenced as a spherical ball of diaper was pressed between his jaws and then wrapped around his short snout, sealing it shut around the gag and leaving Veemon literally speechless. Then the arms left him alone, the blue digimon wriggling as best as he could, kicking with both feet and hopping down off the derelict conveyer belt to the floor a few feet below. His padded and restrained feet slipped as they hit the cool, smooth ground, and Veemon fell unceremoniously on one side, still trying to bite through the plastic, padded gag in his mouth, in total futility, of course.

       Veemon tried to crawl, but only managed to worm his way across the floor on all fours, inch by inch, but he was still trapped in the factory’s room, his only known exit having closed up when the building roared to life and did… well, this to him.

       “Mmmmnphhhh…” Veemon groaned uselessly as he inched his way around, so frustrated and anxious that he didn’t notice the obstruction to his path until he had literally bumped his nose into the blue, pillowy bulk of a giant foot. Incredulous, he looked up slowly, and, if he wasn’t gagged and muzzled, he would have gaped up at what he saw. A giant veemon, much like himself, was towering over the blue digimon. It was almost four times the height of a normal veemon, and the vastly smaller Veemon had never heard of one so big… But, he realized, this was no ordinary veemon.

       For one, the giant faux-digimon wasn’t data… Or anything else Veemon recognized, for that matter. It was a synthetic, not alive in the traditional sense, and only animated by some force he couldn’t understand, and had been molded into the shape and form of a veemon. Then he saw the tapes and seams along its white underbelly and along the outside of its legs, and knew right away that it was, like his restraints and the padding between his legs, some sort of living diaper creature…

       The giant diaper veemon knelt down in front of the little blue digimon, reaching over and opening its chest wide with a hand, ever so slowly and enticingly, and could easily have scooped Veemon inside of it, but didn’t. Inside there was an indentation about the size of him, actually, even with his current restraints. Obviously it wanted Veemon to crawl in, but the terrified little digimon had no intention of doing anything like, and started to frantically crawl back away, huffing and shaking his head despite the diaper wrapped around his face and gagging him. It looked unhappy about this, and turned its head upward as something akin to an electrically sparking headband lowered down towards the crawling, wiggling veemon, who had started to turn away and thus didn’t see what was coming, suspended between two of the multi-purpose black arms until it was too late.

       Veemon squeaked in shock as the device snapped around his head and delivered a light electric jolt to him. His hands immediately went upward to grasp at it, but any attempt to remove the electric ring was fruitless, and other sensations flooded in, distracting the little digimon from any desire to struggle or fight.

       Suddenly, the thick, comfortable padding against his rump felt… Good. It was cozy and snug, totally relaxing to Veemon, and he promptly sat down on his diapered posterior just to feel the padding press closer against his skin, and to hear the crinkling dance across his ears, anxiety totally forgotten as the factory modified his programming to fit with what it wanted, what the proper mode of thought towards diapers were.

       Veemon preened and giggled past his gag, going droopy eyed suddenly and wiggling his fingers and toes around in their diaper prisons, enjoying every little touch of the plastic backing and silky interior. It was safety. Safety and comfort that he’d never known at his village, constantly jived at and mocked by the other digimon, and given the most degrading and unimportant chores as though he were nothing more than a helpless child. But here he was wanted. He didn’t know why, but, on a deep, personal level, this place wanted him here, needed him even, and it was liberating to know someone, even something, needed him. And, when they made such comfortable provisions for him, how could he refuse?

       His reprogramming complete, Veemon’s headband was removed, and he just laid there on the floor of the factory for a few minutes, wiggling around in his padded restraints and diapered rear, enjoying every crinkle and rustle of the plastic, every soft touch of the silky interior against his body, just as the hypnotic ring had instructed him to. But, snapping back into the present somewhat, Veemon realized that there was someone waiting on him. The giant, smiling diaper critter was still waiting with the front of its body open to him, invitingly kneeling and laying down a hand for him to crawl onto, and, faintly, smiling across its rustling, synthetic face.

       Veemon obeyed the welcome, and would have smiled in return if he hadn’t been muzzled, inching his way across the floor towards the great figure, and purred with satisfaction at this turn of events. He wasn’t being held captive, but being taken into a warmer, cozier, more comforted existence where he would be free to indulge himself in the otherworldly pleasures that his diapers provided him forever. The blue digimon put his balled up hands onto the shiny, synthetic arm, and started crawling up into the yawning void of the giant veemon’s chest. It raised up slightly, rumbling with whatever energy kept it animated, and wrapped both giant arms around Veemon, hugging him close to its enormously thick padding, then, without concern, pulled him inside.

       Within the giant veemon, there was a vaguely cylindrical spot that Veemon fit quite nicely into, looking out at the factory as his new diaper prison rose and started to walk forward, through the same door that Veemon had entered through, but which had closed to prevent his escape before the reprogramming. Between the huge, lumbering steps, it reached over and, one at a time, took the tapes from its opened chest compartment and taped them up on the other side, blocking Veemon’s vision bit by bit. It took a good five minutes to complete, the blue digimon wriggling what little he could inside the silky soft padding, pressing inward on him from every direction and from the shoulders down, resisting him strongly when he tried to squirm, total encasement. And yet Veemon felt no anxiety at all, only the sincerest form of flattery and comfort that, of all the digimon in his village, he’d been chosen to receive this gift. And he even forgave his fellow villagers for their jests and teasing at his expense, too, because, without them, he never would have come here to prove himself.

       Veemon purred with satisfaction, relaxing totally and letting his mind go blank, immersing his entire being into the warm, infinitely soft padding as it gently kneaded him with the great diaper golem’s movements, and, as the second before last tape was done up, leaving only a thin strip of light and vision at eye level for Veemon to see through, all the rest of him thoroughly encased from the neck down, he saw not the red and grey interior of the factory, but the green fields and forests of his home valley, his village off in the distance, but perfectly visible from the vantage point he’d been brought to, and, as the final tape sealed Veemon into his eternal, crinkly prison, he purred with contentment, happy to spend the rest of forever wriggling and enjoying his great companion.

       The kneading stopped as the giant diaper suit went still, both hands rising to squeeze and press on Veemon’s diapered crotch, despite the two feet of padding that separated it from him, and it felt so good that he wanted nothing more than to crawl his way back to the village and invite the rest of them to come and enjoy a diapered existence with him, too, and, if they wouldn’t come, he’d find a way to bring them… for their own good.

       As his mind faded slowly, Veemon got a sort of clarity, the permanence of his entrapment settling on him as light as a feather. The only thing that could possibly be better, would be if the others could come and enjoy this fate with him. They could still be a village, together, all diapered and trapped contentedly inside giant diaper critters like his. Wasn’t this so much better than searching day in and day out for food? Foraging for a living and running daily from some of the nastier digimon that were out there? He pondered this, relaxing entirely as his last thoughts passed through him, then went silent. Maybe they would come after him, figuring where he’d gone, and he could expect them any day now. With that final loose end tied up in his mind, Veemon drifted off into insensibility, the soft padding between his legs being pleasantly rubbed, back and forth, up and down by the giant suit he was encased by, and everything perfectly right with the world.

Role Reversal

“Leoroc wet himself! Leoroc wet himself!” went up the chant, slowly growing as all the cubs chimed in, getting as much merriment from his misery as possible. By the time he had almost reached the back, the leopard was blushing bright crimson across his cheeks, under his eyes and right along his short, spotty muzzle. This was an abject humiliation, the worst he had suffered since he had started at the daycare, and that was saying something. One minute he was consoling himself about how he would take an early lunch, get changed, and hope that this would all blow over, and the next minute he felt someone, or something, hit him from behind. In reality it was not one thing, but many things. Three of the cubs, he soon realized, had taken the opportunity of his distraction to kick out his knees and trip him. One of them was Mikey.

“Awww, is the widdle baby running away?” Mikey mocked, two or three more of the cubs joining in, hopping on top of Leoroc’s thin arms and legs, pinning them.

“Mikey…” Leoroc hissed, “Get off me or you’ll regr…” Leoroc said, or, rather, tried to say, but his words were arrested as one of the younger children, beaming in the face, pushed a forest green pacifier into the leopard’s mouth and held it there. He thrashed back and forth, tried to spit it out, but, for all he could do, without his arms to use in defense, he could not force it out.

The call went up for more cubs to join in, and they did. Nothing draws a crowd like a crowd, and that is especially true around cubs. Leoroc could hear tearing, and felt someone’s claw running up his bare fur. He angled his head for a better look, and whimpered into his pacifier. Mikey had used a claw to tear up the soaked seams of Leoroc’s pants and underwear, leaving him naked. They all went silent for a moment, and, terrified, Leoroc couldn’t see why. When he did, however, he went totally stern, all the breath suddenly sucked out of his lungs: Mikey was holding a diaper. It wasn’t a baby diaper, the ones for the daycare’s youngest guests, but a toddler’s sleep diaper. Leoroc had long known with disdain that he could fit into many of the young children’s clothes, given how small he was for his age, but he had never imagined that would ever happen! But now it was happening. Taking their cue from Mikey, several of the cubs went off in all different directions to gather things to put on him: kindergartner sized pants printed with characters Sesame Street, a Barney T-shirt, a pair of small, white velcro shoes. All the while Mikey gloated over his victory, forcing the unfolded diaper, the front tape printed with letter blocks and crawling cubs, and slipped it under the skinny leopard’s rear. It felt thick under Leoroc’s rear, like a pillow of some kind, and it crinkled like nothing else. The whole group of leoroc’s tormentors were electric with energy as they watched their caretaker, or, rather, in their eyes, tormentor, join their ranks, helpless to stop them, as he was diapered up like the smallest of them. The younger cubs always squirmed during a diaper change. Even if they had accidents, they saw diapers as something for babies, something that they were too big for, and this reaction was full and true for Leoroc, too. With absolutely no delay, Mikey pulled the front of the big pamper up around Leoroc’s waist and taped it securely, not even bothering with the powder or lotion. The leopard whimpered through his pacifier, whimpering in his humiliation and shame at how easily they had restrained him, diapered him, it was role reversal of the most embarrassing type!

For all his squirming and struggling, the cubs continued with a level of concentration and efficiency that only a cub at play could achieve. The childish pants came next, the cubs maneuvering him one leg at a time to make sure he couldn’t kick as they pulled them up. He screamed into the pacifier, but it was no use. Two more kids had come over and tied a skipping rope around his snout as a makeshift muzzle: it worked annoyingly well.

Mute and immobile, the leopard could only watch in powerlessness as the cubs pulled the pants up over his diaper and belted it in place. They didn’t even really cover all of it, considering they were made for someone shorter than him, but the cubs all saw this as a plus, seeing as now he couldn’t even hide how diapered he was. Next came the shirt, the cubs pressing on with the same drive and cohesion that seemed marvelously like ants to him. Mikey tore up the remainders of his uniform with just as much ease, admiring the power of his claws, and then the small, short, tight purple T-shirt with Barney on it was slowly pulled over his head.

Leoroc could only groan in anger and shame as he looked down onto himself, shaking his head slowly in denial. His manager would be back from the store, soon… and if she found him like this, who knows what would happen? The cubs didn’t let up for an instant. One of them, a squirrel whom Leoroc knew as a knot expert, started winding a rubberized skipping rope several times around his wrists, then around the door knob. He tied them in several short knots, the leopard trying his best to get some slack in the ropes, and then left him dangling, hands over his head, from the doorknob to the staff room pacified, muzzled, diapered, and dressed up like he might have been on his first day of kindergarten. His ankles came next, the squirrel working under Mikey’s direction to tie Leoroc at the ankles and knees, then to add a second rope that went to the table in the middle of the room, which he clearly knew was bolted into the floor.

The cubs gathered around the leopard, now nearly at the point of tears, and snickered to each-other. They teased him, calling him, “baby butt,” and, “piddle pants,” with all the creativity and spite of children who wanted nothing more than to play around forever, and knowing full well that, if Leoroc was in charge, play time would have ended within the next ten minutes or so, and have led the way to nap-time: the worst time of the day.

As though the fates had something out against Leoroc, that day, the leopard soon felt that which would make a bad situation into an intolerable situation. He had never had the strongest or largest bladder for teens his age, not by a long shot. In fact he had been known in his family for his frequent need for potty breaks, especially on long trips, for the majority of his life. Maybe it had something to do with his small size, he didn’t know. At any rate, clearly having no pity, his bladder had chosen that exact moment, now tied up and nearly immobile, to tell him that he needed one of his oh so common potty breaks. Oh, the irony.

Leoroc started squirming almost instantly, knowing full well that his time window to get out of this trap was somewhere in the neighborhood of five minutes before he wound up in a wet diaper. The leopard whimpered into his muzzle and gag, looking out at the horde of little kids who had long since lost interest in him, and whined, shaking his head in denial of the situation. He wouldn’t wet the diaper! He couldn’t… he couldn’t…

“Leoroc, is that you?” came a high, feminine, adult voice. Leoroc’s eyes went wide, and his bladder, always strained, failed. As the leopard’s eyes slowly drifted up to look into the startled and awed face of his boss, a middle-aged motherly bear of great size, he swallowed hard, feeling the front of his heavily padded toddler’s sleep diaper grow warm and wet between his legs.

Andrew's Little Day

---Andrew’s Little Day---

It was a hectic day at Viridian’s mall. Crowded as every weekend, the large structure housed so many stores yet at the same time seemed not enough to satisfy the thousands of customers looking around without an apparent destination.

Speaking of no apparent destination, such seemed to be the case of a little, fidgety pichu boy who didn’t seem to be any older than 6, whose pudgy frame put the fabric of his plain green shirt of choice to test and whose dull brown shorts did not get any more mercy from his plump butt. Uneasily looking around the shops, the tiny mouse pokemorph squeaked in his species’ trademark noise.

“Chuu…where did Maddie go?” he murmured, longing for his chaperone. The pichu, Andrew, was going through a very familiar and awkward mixture of anxiety, worry and embarrassment. He wanted to find Maddie, his 18 year old miltank team coach, as soon as possible, which considering her size and frame shouldn’t be that hard, but in crowded days like this one even a wailord could get lost between joltiks. What made it even worse was that, despite appearances, he was a 14 year old and a combat academy student, yet from his looks and demeanor he knew he would end up in the lost children area if any of the mall’s security guards caught him wandering alone. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

Another “chuu” escaped his lips as his patience began to wear down. Anxiety piling up instead, Andrew opted to do one of the things he didn’t want to: asking strangers. It was extremely uncomfortable to do this, and seeing most people continue on their way and not paying attention to his barely audible pleads made him even more insecure of the approach taken. He seemed to be stuck in the situation…

Until, finally, someone looked back. It was a larvitar boy, not much taller than Andrew’s three feet and five inches, dressed in a brand t-shirt and jeans and wearing shades and a baseball cap with his hair tucked inside the latter. He listened to Andrew’s "E-excuse me? H-have you s-seen a tall, c-chubby miltank a-around here?" and responded with a grin before turning and pointing in the direction he was facing. “There,” he said.

Andrew followed the finger’s trajectory and, to his surprise, found the rear figure of a miltank, whose size and generous figure seemed to be right what he was looking for. She was tall enough for the pichu to stand under her tail, and her raven hair seemed to be the right length too. Even her large, rounded bottom seemed to be right…and yet something was off to him. Wasn’t Maddie wearing something different? Could it be that she was wearing some of her new purchases?

Andrew’s ponder cloud popped as the larvitar’s hushing “Just what are you waiting for!?” snapped him back to reality…where he was being pushed towards the miltank by said larvitar. Before he could protest, the pichu was sent tumbling towards the bovine’s rounded seat, bumping against her lower body.

“Nicky, sweetie, I have told you to stick close to Mommy,” the miltank said in a gentle chastise tone, staying idle until a confused Andrew let out an inquiring “chu?”. “Nicky?” she asked as the unfamiliar voice drove her to turn around and subsequently falling for the infantile charm. “D’awwww! How adorable!”

If Andrew could have been mistaken for a 6 year old before, his current look with scared eyes and drooped ears now made him look even younger. A quick glance behind him led to discovering that the larvitar was nowhere to be found – now the unfortunate pichu could add ‘gullible’ to his list of things he was not proud of being. “H-hello? …chuuu…” he squeaked before being picked up lovingly and given a kiss in the forehead.

“Don’t be scared, sweetie, my little imp loves pulling this prank on me. How about we look for your parents together? Your mommy must be worried about you.”

While the comforting treatment would have helped soothe any child as young as Andrew looked, the pichu’s self esteem issues were playing their role into ensuring it had the opposite effect on him, digging deeper into the wound of his pride as an almost redundant reminder that, no matter what he said, he was just a lost little child in the eyes of the passersby. His light pink cheeks gained a reddish tint as fuzzy threads of a sentence strung together in his quivering, stuttering mouth. “I w-w-was... h-here... M-Maddie... chuuu...” he managed to babble before the feeling of futility won the round.

“Easy, sweetie, easy,” the bovine continued in her motherly lull, gently rubbing Andrew’s back in a rhythm akin to his words. “You're safe with Auntie Agnetha. Tell me now, is this Maddie your big sister? We can look for her too.”

“M-Maddie’s my…” the tiny mouse babbled, hitting a stop to hesitate due to the awkward embarrassment that came with finishing the sentence, then inwardly sighing as he pressed forward, “…chuu…b-babysitter… s-she's a m-miltank…” He didn’t like to admit it, but it was technically true: Maddie, his team coach, was only four years older than him, but she did look and stand her age and thus had the implicit freedom of walking around without having to worry about being mistaken for a lost child, unlike others like…him of course. So right then, staying next to Maddie was his safety leash since nobody would mind a little one waddling around in company of a guardian, and losing that was felt HARD.

Agnetha, meanwhile, took notice of the pichu’s words as she cuddled him for reassurance. “Ah, so you got the two of us mixed up. Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s a normal mistake and I guess she wouldn’t leave the mall without you, would she? Anyway we won’t find her just by staying idle, how about we check on the shops around?” The small mon could only blush harder at the cuddles and sweet talk, timidly assenting “o-okay chu?”

It was hard to assess Agnetha’s real child rearing skills at the moment when considering how little good it was doing to Andrew’s psyche, to be fair the pichu was more flustered by the eternal awkwardness of the situation; no matter how many times he would fall into them, a pat and nuzzle wouldn’t ease him one bit. On the other hand, even if he didn’t notice, Agnetha managed to nuzzle his cheek gently enough not to prompt a spark, so there was some skill to the cow’s credit.

“Don’t worry, we will find her soon,” she gently told him while starting to carry him around, Andrew’s blush accentuating now that he was being carried off like a toddler. “So sweetie, can you tell Auntie your name?”

“A-Andrew…chuu~”

“Andrew! Such a cute and fitting name~” Agnetha cooed, once again showing enough care to tease his cheeks without causing a reaction. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Andrew. I'm Agnetha but you can call me Auntie.” A more intimidated than reassured Andrew barely put himself together enough to respond. “C-chuuu... n-nice t-to meet y-you?” He was used to the coddling by strangers but this was definitely taking it to new heights.

“So Andrew, I’m guessing you attend pre-K, is Auntie right?” The pichu denied it with a timid headshake. “Ah, sorry, kindergarten then? Elementary maybe? You’re so cute it’s hard to tell~ my little Nicky has the same problem.”

“... t-the PCA... chuu...” From his tone it sounded like he himself was not convinced of the answer, even if it was the truth. And as expected, it took the miltank carrying him by surprise, enough to stop in her tracks and hold him up for a bit as if to take a better look. “PCA?  No way… all this time I believed my little Nicky was the tiniest student there.” Her face of surprise didn’t take long to warm up into the same gentle smile she seemed to default to as Andrew’s airtime was over and he was once again firmly held by her nurturing hug. “But you’re so adorable~! And it’s a little relieving that you’re not as young as you look…” The compliments weren’t doing much to ease him, if anything they were making the timid little mouse blush harder.

“Oooh~! Look at that~!” Agnetha shrilled in a pitch that didn’t match her broad throat, prompting poor Andrew to wince and wonder what could warrant such. To his dismay it was the shop window of a kiddie boutique…and he could already see what was coming. “So many adorable outfits... I'd love to get a few for my Nicky, would you mind being the model, Andrew?”

No. Just, no.  Last thing he needed was being undressed and redressed in stuff that would make him look even smaller, and by a complete stranger to boot. He was ready to protest this…and was beaten to the point by a well placed tickle on his chubby tummy, dissolving his protest into a precious squeaky giggle. Not that it was an intentional interruption; it was just what one does to a little gut sticking out, and unluckily for Andrew “one” included Agnetha.

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He really should’ve worked out those abs. If he had, he wouldn’t be on the changing room of the boutique, stripped down to his undies with toddler-ish pokeball prints that didn’t help his case any. He wouldn’t be shivering, blushing or whimpering as the feeling of smallness seemed to accentuate and make him wonder if the next thing to go were his undies.

“You have been so cooperative, Andrew. My little Nicky would've been fussy throughout all this. Now how about starting with some cozy pjs?” Of course, Andrew was out of it, embarrassment effectively clogging his receptiveness of outer stimulus, meaning he was little more than a dressup doll at the moment. “You’re a little shorter than my Nicky, so please bear with the bigger sizes, dearie.”

It didn’t take long for Andrew to be fitted into the first pick his torturer had chosen. “There, aren’t you adorable~?”Agnetha asked with kid-friendly rhetoric as she set the pichu in front of the mirror. Whoever the toddler pichu looking back was, he looked pretty silly wearing a full body spoink-themed peachy pink sleeper, one too big for him like hand-me-downs he was expected to grow into…if he was at least big enough for them he might’ve avoided a fair portion of this embarrassment. Like what was coming. “But considering his tail size I should probably pick a dropseat type,” Agnetha said as she patted the pichu’s bottom, causing him to squeak and perk up his ears in reflex: “Chuu!”

Soon Andrew was out of the piggy pjs, once again in his underoos as Agnetha brought up the next set. “Ready for the next one, sweetie?” she asked as she presented to him a new footed sleeper, this time with a piplup theme and including the previously mentioned dropseat. “D-do I h-have to? Chuuu...” he managed to protest through his embarrassment, only to fall to a volley plead: “Please help sweetie, these are the last pjs, I promise.”

Once again the pichu was as snugly fit as possible in a sleeper too big for him… at least this time the color was less demeaning since it stuck to the species’s natural palette. “You make all these clothes look twice as cute! Tell me, does it feel cozy and warm?” “... u-uh huh...” Andrew nodded, unable to deny that it did feel nice…until having the cool feeling that something was off. “…um... t-there's a b-breeze…” By reflex he reached the cool spot with his little paw... turned out that the drop seat was still open. “Chuu…”

“Oh my~!” the miltank said as she took notice of the pokeball-printed briefs sticking out of the open hatch, promptly closing it and leaving the tail out as she apologized. “Forgive me, Auntie can be forgetful at times.” Andrew just sighed and stayed in place to allow her a better view of the outfit – from her adoring face the verdict was clear. “I’m definitely taking one, my little Nicky will look sooo precious in it!”

“G-g-good f-for him chu?” Andrew wasn’t exactly giving much thought to the intended user of the clothes he was modeling; all he wanted was to get out of them quickly, he just was completely failing to deliver the message. “We're done with the pjs, you must be comfy in those but I'll need you out of them to try the next set of clothes okay?” ‘Okay’ would have been an understatement: Andrew eagerly cooperated with his undressing, even taking a moment to fold up the sleeper and hand it over to the miltank, unknowingly upping the cuteness levels in the process.

“Aw, such a little gentleman, my baby usually just tosses or drops the clothes. Oh, well, it's part of his charm, just like being so shy and polite is part of yours,” she commented as she reached for the pichu’s chubby cheeked face for another affectionate stroke… which didn’t end as well as the previous ones due to her dexterity being clouded by the cuteness, earning her a light shock from the pink cheeks that fortunately wasn’t strong enough to hurt and mostly looked like tiny sparks.

“Well, that's what I get for not being careful with my hands. You're not hurt, are you dear?”

“N-no…”

“Good, I wouldn't ask you to continue this if you were injured. Arms up for Auntie!”

The dressup session continued harmlessly as they moved on to trying out t-shirts. Agnetha’s first pick was particularly ‘sweet’, a white tee featuring solid colored candy canes and cherry topped muffins around a drooly cartoon munchlax; Andrew couldn’t help pouting as the star of the design felt like a mockery of his twin sister Jane. “Hmmm, you're right, it doesn't seem to fit my little Nicky's other cute clothes... but don't worry! I have better ones~” The pichu hung onto the pout as the t-shirt was taken off him, skeptical of ‘Auntie’s’ reassurance.

“What do you think of this one?” Agnetha asked after dressing Andrew in a new tee, unable to keep from burning him with an adoring glare that was somewhat unsettling. “B-better chuu?” the pichu managed to reply, a little nervous and not paying major attention to the baby blue shirt featuring a cute trio of vanillite holding hands. “Off to the cart then~! Next one?”

“H-how m-many more...?” Andrew asked weakly as he was freed from the baby blue…and realized to his horror the next t-shirt was a baby PINK. “Just three more~ d’awwww!” the miltank cooed as she fit the t-shirt on her little model; seeing him display a cherubi baby cherub surrounded by a few cherrim petals was too cute to resist picking him up and holding him in front. “You look so precious in this one! And look, the color matches your adorable cheeks!” The pichu sighed, the feel of embarrassment had already begun to push his known limits and didn’t seem to have a way out other than waiting for it to end: said end seemed to never come as the minutes of serving as a live doll felt like a year. “Can't wait to see it on my baby. Let's go for the next one!”

As if Murphy’s Law was in the neighborhood, Andrew’s horror only grew as he took a look at his next worn piece: a pastel lime t-shirt with solid green sleeves, featuring Bernie the purple dragonite and the word ‘FRIENDS’ spelt out in baby blocks. Horrifying enough to keep him from making out words any more coherent than a babble.

“Left you speechless, huh? It did the same to me when I saw it on a catalog last week. I've been wanting to get it for my little imp, and look if I wasn't right!”

“…chuu…”

“And you make it look even better! But don't tell my little Nicky I said that, he might get jealous~ teehee!”

“…chuuuu…”

The yellow mouse morph was closer to red by now as the coddling didn’t stop even after he was released from the horrifyingly babyish t-shirt; words of protest were simply evading his little lips. “Now sweetcake, ready for the last one?” he heard the miltank said, mild hope arising and struggling through the thought of something even worse than the last t-shirt being put on him… for all he knew next could’ve come a onesie.

“Here goes it!” Agnetha said perkily, fitting the chu’s head and arms through the holes of a pastel green t-shirt which unfolded to display a cartoon chansey standing next to a trash bin and a cartoon planet smiling at the other side, the phrase "GOOD KIDS RECYCLE" below in an outlined yellow. To Andrew’s surprise and confusion, the piece fit and hugged his little chubby frame, leaving a small bit of his chubby gut uncovered.

“…t-this one f-fits o-okay...”

“I know silly~” the miltank replied softly. “After helping me so much, the least Auntie can do is tip you a bit of her appreciation~”

“Chu?” Andrew squeaked, unintentionally pulling off his best impression of a toddler and earning an explanation in a proper tone, with Agnetha kneeling down and gently stroking his fuzzy hair.”What Auntie means, sweetie pie, is that this t-shirt is yours, for you to keep and wear, okay?”It was a rather embarrassing payoff, one that would join his drawer of Baby Gap-worthy apparel that his real mom often bought him at sales; to be fair it wasn’t any worse than half of what he already owned, so there was little point in arguing. “…t-thank you?”

“You’re welcome, sweetie~! And look! I have the perfect match for it right here~”

Once again defaulting to the confused toddler look – a mumbled ‘chu’ escaping him for emphasis – Andrew just stared up as the miltank covered him in a blue garment; only once his head went through it he could identify the piece as a pair of shortalls also in his size…and of the crotch-snapped kind. If this was some conspiracy to make him pass for a preschooler it was being way too successful.

“And just because your footies shouldn't be left out~” the big lady sing-sang right before kneeling and grabbing one of the chu's feet to fit in a velcro taped shoe; the move caught Andrew off-guard and made him lose balance, falling on his chubby rump. “H-hey!!”

“Andrew!” a worried Agnetha yelped as she quickly picked him up and started to lightly rock him while gently rubbing his seat. “Did you get hurt, sweetcake?” Of course, the whole thing was far more embarrassing than it could be painful: the pichu’s pride was being steamrolled as the fact that he was a teenaged combat academy student had been pretty much ignored in favor of his infantile looks. “I-I'm o-okay! Chuuu!”

“Oh, thank heavens!” a relieved Agnetha said, kissing the pichu’s forehead while putting him down and carefully slipping his other foot into its respective shoe. “I wouldn't be able to face your babysitter if you got an injury under my care.”

Andrew could only pout at his now prisoner little feet. “... n-not used t-to shoes...”

“…but you look so perfectly adorable in these… and they make a tiny squeak when walking that will make you easier to find in case you get lost, think you could keep them on at least while keeping Auntie company?”Andrew was never good at arguing, so unless he could have come up with some good excuse there was little to do besides sighing and nodding weakly. A hug from his captor didn’t do much good for his mood.

“You're such a big help! Now shall we get moving?”

“O-okay...”

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Several minutes after leaving the boutique, Andrew was still having trouble getting used to the shoes. His walk had been forced into a waddle not unlike a diapered child... the squeaks with every step were not helping his case any… and being casually held by the hand was the lid of the coffin. His hopes were all poured into finding Maddie, wherever she could be. Meanwhile Agnetha, whose other hand was busy carrying both the purchases and Andrew’s old clothes, was taking her time looking at the store displays and taking brief scans of the insides of each shop as well as the surroundings. A particular store caused her to stop on her tracks, almost making the toddling pichu to lose his step and tumble. “Chu?” Confused as to what could cause the miltank to stop so abruptly, he took a look at the place and was immediately dismayed as he found out it was a toy store with an obvious early childhood focus; shelved everywhere were several rubber and rounded plastic toys in a color palette that played it safe by staying mostly basic, and from the look on the face of Agnetha she was already toying with the idea of her little Nicky playing with them. And, since he was serving as little Nicky’s stand-in, Andrew was soon subjected to the foreseeable doom.

“So many cute toys... would you try a few for Auntie, Andrew sweetie?” the miltank asked nicely… while already tugging her companion inside the store, once again almost causing him to lose balance since he had gotten lost in thought. “C-chu!?”

“I heard these are pretty rare to find,” she continued as she took the pichu next to an almost ball-like rubber gogoat, “could you please ride it for a moment? It looks like the perfect replacement for my Nicky's rubber arcanine that mysteriously disappeared a month ago…”

Still far from the right state of mind to argue, Andrew sighed and tried to comply… the ride just happened to be a little too wide for him to just put his short legs over, and the shoes weren’t helping his balance at all. “Woops, silly me~” Agnetha lightly scolded herself as she lifted the pichu by the armpits and set him adequately on the toy, as if he wasn’t feeling small enough. “Forgive Auntie for forgetting you're smaller than my Nicky, and such a treat by the way!”

Adoringly ruffling the pichu’s shaggy hair for added embarrassment, her next request would push the limit even more. “You look so adorable riding like that! Could you bounce it a little please?” Once again timidly complying, Andrew prayed nobody was watching him if he was meant to survive that much embarrassment. “D'awwww! I'd leave you bouncing it all day long if we weren't looking for my baby and your babysitter. But we need to keep moving. And I'm definitely buying this one~”

Andrew’s hopes of freedom lasted less than a hoppip in a hurricane as Agnetha took him off the gogoat and, rather than heading to the cash register, immediately set him in a nearby ride, a plastic stroller tricycle in basic colors with thick plastic wheels and multiple pichu decals all over it. “Isn't this one beautiful? It even matches you! I wonder if they have them with larvitar decals...”

Yep, Murphy was still around, and now was taking cheap shots. “…I c-can ride a b-big boy b-bike chuu…” Andrew mumbled under his breath as he pouted.

Suddenly the miltank scooped him up in one arm. “Look at that!” At least that agony was shortlived. A surprised Andrew could only let out a squeak at the sudden movement… that would take him to an even more demeaning ride than the previous two combined. He was put on a toddler swing, an almost too tight seat for his pudge that still kept his legs from touching the ground. “Forget the tricycle, this will be perfect! You are perfect for it! Oh, my Nicky's gonna love it~”

This was too much, even for Andrew. He began struggling for freedom, kicking and softly whining – not realizing he had put the swing in motion with his struggle and now looked absolutely adorable.

“D'awwwwwwww! I see you couldn't wait to try it~! When we get to your babysitter I'll tell her myself that you're more than welcome to come play at our home, my Nicky will surely appreciate company.” She paused for a moment to ponder, ignoring the pichu’s squirms for freedom. “Come to think of it, his other friends now visit less often. Kemmy still pops from time on time, but what's been of Carrie I wonder?”

The pichu’s continued struggle soon came back to her attention, prompting a playful ‘scold’ before tenderly taking him off it. “Uh-uh-uh! Easy on the swing, young gentleman. I haven't bought it yet~” Andrew sighed, starting to see why this ‘Nicky’ ditched his mom... he wasn't going to forgive the guy for leaving him to suffer. At least he had been released from the hanging throne of infantile shame.

“Now, I don't want to spoil my little Nicky too much or he'll grow up conceited, so how about we call it off? Two new toys are more than enough for now, I'll ask the clerk to ship them to my address. What do you say?”

“S-sounds good... chu...”

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After 15 or so minutes of window shopping and looking around, the miltank took her little company away from the displays for a moment. Looking to the proximities, she spotted a large room with a waist-high fence at the entrance and the bold yellow letters above reading "ROUTE THIRTY FUN" as if inviting the younger crowd. She smiled and turned to the pichu for a moment. "Andrew, would you like to take a break?" The offer took him, who had been looking the other way and not noticing the place, by surprise. “Chu… b-break?”

“You must be tired from all the shopping and walking around, want to take a break from that and do something fun for a change?”

Andrew timidly babbled in response: “... sure?” then realized he shouldn't have said that as he recalled the miltank’s perception of what was "fun" for him. “Then so be it! Auntie's had so much fun today, it's only fair that you get a good time yourself~” Andrew blushed with embarrassment and squeaked a long, exasperated “chuuu…” as he realized she was dragging him to the kiddie games.

Before they could enter the play area, a large meganium lady dressed in a uniform stepped in from of them as she gave them a slight smile "Hello there ma'am, I'm afraid I have to ask you if your little boy is diapered," she asked as pleasant as could be considering what she just said.

“Hello, miss. I'm afraid I don't carry any diapers, but despite his adorable looks little Andrew is potty trained, you don't have to worry.”

"I'm sorry ma'am, Route Thirty Fun rules. Young children need to be diapered before we allow them in. It's to prevent any messy accidents." The meganium motioned towards a nearby booth. "If you want to enter you'll need to put one on little Andrew, but we keep a package or two on hand. You'll find them and a changing table in there."

Agnetha sighed and nodded before heading to the booth. “Sorry sweetie, you heard the nice lady.” Andrew meanwhile had gone pale and was failing to make out any words out of sheer panic, his hopes of getting out of it crushed once the miltank conceded; best he could voice were squeaks and babbles and neither was exactly helping his case.

“Don't worry, sweetcake, even if you have to wear a diaper you're still a big boy, okay?” The reassurance fell empty even before Agnetha scooped the pichu up and laid him onto the changing table. Petrified with horror, for a moment Andrew’s mind drifted off to his friend and teammate Petie, he knew the teddiursa was incontinent and as little and babyfaced as him but only now was getting a real perspective of what he had to go through.

Agnetha meanwhile continued the diapering preparations, opening the crotch snaps of the shortalls. “Huh, never thought we'd get to use these like this.” She took notice of the pichu’s embarrassment and curl up reflex trying not to give up his undies. “Sorry honey, we could leave these on but you'll end up soaked in sweat,” she told him as gently as possible before tugging off the last proof of the pichu’s big boy status; what was left of Andrew was a sniffling, whimpering, butt-naked pichu nearly broken by the whole humiliation.

Agnetha went out of his sight for a moment before coming up again with a Cuddlebutts-brand disposable diaper seemingly the right size for Andrew. “Look at the bright side~! At least they have an adorable print, don't you think?” The ‘adorable print’ in question brought Petie to mind once again since it was a cartoon depiction of a baby teddiursa with a diaper and pacifier on; Andrew was aware at least that Petie was involved with this diaper company so he just sighed at the cruel irony.

The diapering carried on as Agnetha lifted Andrew by the legs with a firm but gentle grip, sliding the unfolded diaper under and smoothly slipping his jagged tail through the tailhole. With gentle care and without releasing the pichu’s legs, she grabbed a can of baby powder and sprinkled a bit on his rump. “Look! They're really considerate and serviceable,” she commented while laying down the embarrassed mouse to continue powdering his front carefully. Finally clamping the thick padding through his legs for some modesty, the miltank proceeded to tape the diaper and seal the sentence for a still sniffling Andrew. Taking notice of his sour mood, she tickled the pichu’s sides a little to get an adorably giggly pichu kicking his legs and making crinkly noises in the process. As the tickling ceased and gave way to blush in the tiny mouse’s face, the shortalls were securely snapped in place, tightly hugging the diapered figure as if intended to make it more obvious than it already was.

“Dooone~!” Agnetha singsang as the pichu in the changing table whimpered in lament of his newly stunted mobility, taking extra effort just to sit up. The miltank, busy with putting away his undies, obliviously gave him a verbal reassurance. “Cheer up, sweetie, it will all be worth it when you're squealing in joy later~ Let’s go now.”

“Chuuuuu…” Andrew could tell it wasn’t going to be the case, but his mind was already struggling with not giving in to the humiliation and crying like the baby he must have looked like…falling on his bottom as he was set on the ground wasn’t helping matters.

“Oh, dear,” the miltank said while helping Andrew up on his feet again and keeping him held by a hand. “I know what you're playing, you want Auntie to carry you, don't you~? But I told you, even with a diaper on you're still a big boy~, so let's walk like a big boy does, okay?”

It was clearly not okay for Andrew, whose easy to miss whines expressed displeasure at the accentuated infantile waddle that the combination of the thick padding between his legs and the shoes he wasn’t used to wear had caused together. He was against taking the steps he was being forced to due to the gentle tug of the miltank, maybe with a bit more of backbone he could have stopped her from dragging him back to the entrance of the kiddy games…

“Okay miss, he's all prepped up, can we go in now?”

“Mind if I check just to be sure?”

Things kept getting worse for the pichu. Not only he was put back in diapers, now the fact had to be confirmed. Part of him still held onto the hope of getting out of this with a shred of dignity…

“Well, if you must...”

…and it was promptly crushed by the miltank’s acceptance. A mere couple of gentle, swift pats on his bottom were granting him enough shaming for a lifetime despite taking no longer than a second.

“Okay then, he's good. Just in time too,” the meganium added. “In time you say?” Agnetha asked mildly surprised, “in time for what?”

“Bernie the Purple Dragonite just started posing with little ones for photos~” the grass type replied cheerfully as she knelt down to Andrew, “doesn't that make you excited little guy~?” The pichu was so caught on his embarrassment that he barely registered the question; meanwhile Agnetha seemed to take over the excitement he himself wasn’t displaying. “Bernie!? You're so lucky Andrew! If only my Nicky was here... but he isn't, so the golden chance is all yours~! Didn't I tell you~!? A little diaper won't spoil your fun~!”

“You might want to hurry,” the meganium added, “first few little ones get a free plush along with the photo~”

“Excuse us then, wouldn't want to miss those, would you Andrew~?”

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After what seemed like an eternity for Andrew in Route Thirty Fun, they got to wave goodbye to the meganium lady at the entrance and head back to the rest of the mallgrounds. "Such a lucky boy~" Agnetha said while smiling at him, "getting to meet Bernie and even getting a free plushie~! It's all yours, by the way, my little Nicky will learn not to evade me once he finds out what he missed out on~" The pichu, only held up by her hand dragging him along by the paw as he, reluctantly, clutched the plush in one arm and toddled along bowlegged, desperately prayed Maddie would find him.

“Look Andrew!” the cow yipped as she spotted the mall’s food court nearby. “Maybe your babysitter is there~! And if she's not we could still enjoy us a little treat, don't you think~!?” The pichu was rather tired mentally by this point. “Chu... sure...”  He did not oppose any further futile resistance as the large lady led him and took her time to look around. “Hmmm... no other miltank in sight,” she added after some scanning, “know what that means~?”

Andrew went wide eyed as he could read her plans like a neon sign. He was promptly scooped up by the miltank while she looked around for a vacant table. “Exactly~! Sweet treats for both of us~! Do you like sundaes~?” Panic took over as the pichu could only let out a squeak upon catching a glance of the table she had decided on. “Chu!!!” In case he hadn’t gone through enough humiliation, his next destination was a highchair. Specifically built for toddlers his size and build.

“I'll take that as a yes~!” Agnetha cooed as she gently placed him on the highchair, leaving the bags on an empty chair nearby before stretching her hands to him. “Now, I know you like Bernie, but you don't want to get him dirty, do you~?” Needless to say, Andrew handed over the stuffed dragonite with haste, part of him hoping it'd somehow vanish if he did. The miltank didn’t seem to notice as she received the plushie and put it away with the bags. Immediately, though, she retrieved something from one of said bags: it was a bib featuring the same cartoon teddiursa from the diaper the pichu was wearing under his shortalls. “And of course I don't want you to get dirty, especially not on your new clothes~!”

“Chuuuuu...” Andrew squeaked surprised, “w-why d-did you h-have t-that? W-was it N-Nicky's?” The miltank answered his confused curiosity with a warm smile as she fastened the bib around his neck. “Didn't you notice~? It was a gift from the first shop~ buy three tees, get a free bib~ I was thinking on getting one for my Nicky anyway though.”

“Oh...”

Signaling the sundae booth for two big cups, Agnetha continued. “Yep, sometimes he gets fussy and doesn't let mommy be mommy... but you're a good boy who behaves with Auntie, aren't you~?” she finished with a coo followed by a nuzzle that made the tiny mouse squeak and blush.

Once they were served, Agnetha looked at the bowls of ice cream dipped in syrup. “They sure look tasty, don't they Andrew~?”For once, the pichu agreed, it might not have been his favorite but it was still tasty. “U-uh huh.” Agnetha placed his bowl on the tray of the highchair, then took a spoonful out of it and moved it next to his face. “Now open wide~! Incoming choo choo~!” It was demeaning, but at this point Andrew was expecting it, so he just played along in hopes of getting over with it faster.

“Such a good boy~! Wonder why my Nicky gets fussy at this...” The first scoop was gently fed to the pichu; he was actively trying to cooperate to avoid getting his face or bib full of mess. “How was it?” “G-good,” he timidly admitted as his eyes tried to look elsewhere, his captor tasting her own portion with her free hand before continuing to feed him.

By the fifth scoop Andrew was blushing with enough shame to melt any ice cream the feeding could have missed; it was only theoretical, though, since all the serves so far had been clean, helped by the yellow mouse’s cooperation. Agnetha gave him a kindly proud look before speaking. “Since you're being such a good boy, Auntie will let you take a few spoonfuls by yourself, what do you say?” The pichu was taken by surprise and couldn’t help suspecting the offer was a trick. “T-thank you a-auntie? Chu...”  “Just remember, sweetcake,” the miltank said while handing over the spoon. “you must eat the ice cream slowly or you'll get brainfreeze~! And I trust you won't eat large scoops at once like my little Nicky does, sweetie~”

In what seemed like an obedient display, Andrew took a small scoop and brought it close to feed himself, the awkwardness of the situation slowing his movements down due to him actually worrying he could expose himself to worse embarrassments if not careful. He took so long that Agnetha had enough time to scoop two bites for herself, following with a sudden pause that the pichu had no time to pay attention to, all his focus being on taking the simple task of feeding himself easy.

*SPLAT!*

Only for his efforts to be wasted as the pichu was startled by a couple of invading fingers stuck through the leg hole of his shortalls, causing him to go stiff-bodied and the scoop to land between his chin and the bib. Horrified by the indignant invasion, he shot a fearful stare at the miltank, who seemed to have her mind elsewhere. “Still dry,” she mumbled, making the mouse blush and try to break from his horrified stupor to chew at her for giving him a diaper check. Before he could, however, Agnetha seemed to snap out of whatever had taken over her and get back to reality. “Ah! Sorry, sweetie!” she exclaimed, “it was an old habit I thought dead but... well...” Sighing out of guilt, she wiped Andrew’s chin and with a napkin before moving on to do damage control on the bib. “Please forgive Auntie...”

Andrew didn’t really want to ponder on that any further.  “J-just p-please don't do it a-again chuuuu...” Agnetha responded his plea while trying to calm him down with gentle strokes. “I'll try not to.”

As they resumed eating, the pichu kept an eye on his temporary babysitter to prevent more unwanted diaper checks. That incident had pushed his tolerance for awkwardness and gotten him alert.  Agnetha meanwhile continued to enjoy her own dessert. Suddenly, though, she took a pause to shoot him a look, then to her sundae and promptly giggled.

“...w-what?”

“You got sundae over your liiip~”

“...chu?”

Andrew felt confused. He didn’t recall getting a single stain ever since ‘the incident’, but couldn’t help the curiosity reflex of his sight going cross-eyed to try to look at it.

Agnetha could barely suppress a giggle as she swiftly painted a dot of sundae on Andrew's upper lip using a cherry. “Theeere~!” Andrew turned a pouty red as he realized he fell under a trick on the same level as ‘I got your nose’.

“Do you want the cherry, Andrew~?”

“...n-no t-thank you chuuu... you c-can have it...” the pichu rebutted attempting not to play along any more than needed, while at the same time trying to wipe his upper lip on his own for the sake of keeping some self-reliance. “Let me at least help you there, I stained your cutie face in first place,” Agnetha replied responsibly, obliviously crushing his hopes as she drew from her purse a small box of Cuddlebutts brand baby wipes and used one to clean around his mouth. “My Nicky always whines and pouts when I get these out. But they are safer than sanitizer, and look at the irresistibly adorable faces in the box, see all the cuties we'd miss out~?” Andrew made a long groan inwardly at the sight of the cartoon baby teddiursas and riolu.

Once Agnetha was done she tickled Andrew’s now clean chin to humor him. “Okay, sweetie, no more interruptions now, enjoy what's left of your sundae~!” Andrew couldn’t help but giggle and wiggle a bit at the tickle before blushing more and resuming eating. They continued until being done, the pichu holding on to the hope of being taken out of the demeaning highchair.

“Mmmm, wasn't that yummy~!?” Andrew nodded, his hopes higher than ever as he could already see himself being freed. “So glad you liked it sweetie. Auntie knows you have had to go through a lot today...you still miss Maddie, right?” “Chu...” The pichu nodded again, after this humiliating day he missed Maddie a lot... she might have babied them a bit when she first became Pre-K's coach but nowhere near what he had just gone through. “Of course sweetheart...” the miltank continued in a soothing tone as she lifted him from the highchair, seemingly granting him the so-desired freedom…

…and sitting him into her lap instead, rubbing his back for reassurance. “But don't worry dear, we're definitely gonna find her.” The ‘reassurance’ did nothing but accentuate the blush on the pichu’s face out of embarrassment and cause him to make squeaking noises... giving the impression that he was about to cry –which, to be fair, wasn’t far off from the truth–. “Oh dear...” the bovine continued, adding a light rocking to her attempts to calm him down, “I understand that you miss her, that's exactly why you need to be patient dear, so she can see you smiling when we find her... can you do that for Auntie? For Maddie maybe?”

It was rather frustrating, but Andrew sighed in resignation, certain it’d get worse if he didn't comply, and forced a tiny, timid smile that didn't quite reach his nervous and embarrassed eyes. Yet the look of the mon holding him wasn’t of satisfaction, but of pity. “Sweetie, you're such a dear...” she said, holding him tight against her body and stroking the back of his head gently, “don't worry, Auntie can tell you're still uneasy...” Andrew could hear the miltank’s hand reaching for something behind him, but his mind was into the awkward point where he couldn’t deny a certain nostalgic comfort, blushing more and letting out a timid little "chu" as he was taken back to the times his own mommy held him like this, including some not that long ago.

Soon Agnetha brought her arm back in sight holding a vacuum flask, which she left on the table. The container had a metallic look that most people would associate with coffee or chocolate. “Don't worry dear, I have the perfect remedy for your nerves.” “...chu?” The announcement only grew Andrew’s unease as he fidgeted nervouly and squeaked a little... what was she going to do now?

To his dismayed horror, she opened the flask to take out a perfectly warm baby bottle full of milk and place it in proximity to his mouth. “I guess my little one will have to miss out on this too, but you need it more right now. Here comes a yummy~” The pichu’s panicked eyes were completely overlooked and his attempt to protest only helped the bottle’s rubber nipple dock on his lips. “Take your time, sweetie, you don't want to snort the milkie out~” she cooed, not unlike if a real infant was the one in her lap.

Andrew whimpered and struggled not to cry as he weakly sucked from the bottle, just about humiliated into submission at this point... and feeling he owed Petie an apology of some kind if that was what the teddy when through regularly. “You're so cute like this, just like a little cherub~“ the miltank added like a nail on the coffin, right on time as she began to accommodate him into a cradling position; her embarrassing compliments caused the pichu to curl up, unintentionally making the task easier. By the time she was done, Agnetha had Andrew’s back and bottom resting against her arm while her hand kept the tiny mouse securely held by the thickly padded crotch, leaving the chu’s little head to rest against her chest. Being that close to her heart, his large cute ears twitched and moved on reflex, one in direct contact feedbacking him with the cow’s steady soothing heartbeat and body warmth. Soon his eyes began drooping and his nursing became more steady and rhythmical; he had begun to relax against his will and get drowsy. Seeing him soothed prompted the miltank to begin rocking him gently, furthering the eye drooping and accentuating his body’s curl even closer to the famous fetal position; it was getting really hard for Andrew to stay awake.

Soon, Agnetha noticed the bottle contents were halfway down already. “Would you like to hold it on your own, sweetcake~?” she gently asked a half asleep Andrew, who merely responded with a groggy nod without missing a beat of his suckling. “Okay dear, put your paws on it, hold firm, Auntie will let go as soon as you're holding it right~”.

To any witness that could have known Andrew, there had been at least that possibility of the whole thing being a nasty prank (which it technically did start off as one) intended to put the pichu through tortuous humiliation. None of it was there anymore. The only ones left were a drowsy toddler clumsily grabbing the bottle he was being fed with his chubby little paws and his sweet, sincerely loving caretaker cradling him dearly and now softly combing his shaggy hair to prompt on him coos and twitches of his free ear. Andrew was nowhere near awake enough to even ponder what he was doing, so he just kept on suckling as his eyelids got heavier and heavier; made worse by the miltank starting a lullaby to go with the already entrancing heartbeats.

*hic-cup!*

On the verge of dozing off for good, Andrew hiccupped softly with his mouth still trying to squeeze milk out of a now empty bottle. Agnetha at first simply rubbed his tummy and chest gently, but a second hiccup clued her in to take a look and notice her charge was nursing on thin air. “My, what a little glutton you turned out to be~” she tenderly teased while softly taking the bottle away, leaving the groggy baby with a kissy mouth for a few seconds before he let out a tiny yawn. After capping the bottle and leaving it aside to focus on him; the cow shifted the pichu over her shoulder and started patting and rubbing his back. “Sorry dearie, but we must prevent any more hiccups, now let that air out~”

Like the infant he had been playing so well, Andrew let out an embarrassingly cute little burp as he wiggled; at least the shifts in position and patting were helping to wake him up. He was once again set on Agnetha’s lap as the miltank made eye contact. “How are you now, baby? Ready to go search again? Or do you prefer a little nap?” Yawning once again, Andrew clumsily rubbed his eyes with his chubby little fists. “...'m a-wake...” he mumbled softly, ears flicking as he tried to rouse himself fully.

“Of course you need to be awake~” Agnetha sing-sang as she began putting everything away, “who’s gonna recognize your babysitter otherwise? If we don’t find her I can’t start looking for my little troublesome larvitar either~”

As if a bell rang within him, Andrew suddenly opened his eyes fully. “...l-larvitar? N-Nicky's a larvitar?”

“Yes, didn't I mention it?”

“...n-no...b-but...um...” he hesitated as his eyes looked away, “...chuu...n-no I s-shouldn't s-say a-anything...”

The hesitation only caused the miltank to feel intrigued. “You shouldn't say anything? About what, sweetcake?”

Feeling he was about to open a can of worms, Andrew sighed in defeat. “...p-promise n-not to be m-mad?” he timidly asked, already afraid of what his suspicion could unchain. He blushed and flinched a little when Agnetha gave him a reassuring kiss in the forehead.

“Auntie could never be mad at a sweet angel like you, Andrew. Now tell me.”

Sighing again, Andrew pressed on. ”...a-at the PCA...t-there w-were some s-stories...o-one of my b-best friends m-mentioned a... chuu...” he said shakily, making a pause as he looked away in hesitation, afraid of the risk of a wrong accusation and how the miltank – who despite all the torturing humiliation she had put him through was still admittedly a benevolent and gentle caretaker – could react to her son being badmouthed, before gathering the courage to push forward, “a l-larvitar n-named Nicky p-picking on k-kids s-smaller then h-him...”

Agnetha blinked, confused and disturbed by the information. “What!? My baby? That cannot be-.. are you sure it's the same Nicky? Or a larvitar?” she asked in hopes of a ‘no’. “I-I d-dunno...” Andrew replied, his stutter getting thicker as he got more and more nervous, “…a-all I know is w-what my f-friend told me a-and I know he's t-truthful...chuu...b-but there i-is...um...” The pichu paused, hesitating on whether to continue or not as he tried to escape the weight of eye contact. “... m-maybe I s-shouldn't chuuu...” It was getting hard for the miltank to continue listening to the accusation; part of her hoped with all of her heart for everything to be a bad joke, yet another part of her couldn’t deny the nagging feeling of the pichu’s words being true. “The sole idea of him doing something like that...” she mumbled with her hand cupped over her mouth, “maybe Alan was right, maybe I'm doting him too much...anyway what is that thing you shouldn't?

Slave to his principles of honesty, the infantile mouse sighed and continued. “...a-apparently t-there's a s-small girl a-at the PCA w-who h-has to...chuuuuuu...w-wear diapers d-due to...s-something, p-people t-think i-it might b-be a m-medical o-or something...” He took another pause, still afraid to look up and find out he had pissed off the cow mother. “...a-apparently t-this N-nicky l-likes bullying her o-over it...”

“...m-my baby...a bully...my baby!?” Agnetha’s voice was trembling, the sinking idea causing her breathing to get more agitated. “H-how!? Where did I go wrong!? …and picking on that of all things…”

“I-I'm sorry!” Andrew squeaked as he shrank in fear of the incoming motherly fury. Instead he ended up yelping in surprise as he was taken back to the cradling position he had just been bottle-fed in, albeit in a much different context, now serving more as a comfort plushie for the miltank who started rocking him; because of this, it was substantially less embarrassing even if his diaper was making as much of a crinkling noise as earlier.

“Y-you d-did nothing w-wrong, dear... the guilty one here is Mommy- erm, Auntie...”

“...chu?” the belittled mouse squeaked, looking at her timidly as the fear of a worse reaction had only now started to recede. “H-how is i-it your f-faul m-ma'am c-chu...?”

“Because Auntie is too soft a mommy, sweet pie, lately I've been letting him get away scot free for small misdemeanors, believing in my baby's good faith and intentions. Come to think of it, recently he's even started to miss his bedtime.”

“I-it's o-o-okay chuuuu... I d-don't t-think it w-was your f-f-fault?”

Bringing the pichu closer to her head for a gentle hug while keeping him in a cradle, Agnetha continued, her motherly instincts helping control her stress. “Thank you dear, but a mother has a duty and that is raising her kids the best way possible. When my older boy Thorton started taking distance from me, I thought I was being too harsh with discipline, and when he flat out moved away, I was sure my disciplining ways had scared him off, so I went as easy as I could on my little Nicky, so he wouldn't get fed up with Mommy...never considered the other extreme would be like this...” “Chuu...” Andrew squeaked, stretching his little chubby arms towards her to return the hug. Despite the ruthless humiliation the miltank had put him through, the pichu was good-hearted enough to try and help her calm down or cheer up.

“Thank you for telling me, sweetie,” Agnetha said noticeably calmer, sitting Andrew on her lap and then gently stroking his hair. “I might still have time to amend this. With some effort, I hope to mold him to be a little more-“

“Pardon me?” a voice over her shoulder asked. “I believe you have my little pichu there.” Immediately recognizing the voice, Andrew’s face lit up like a baby seeing his mother again. “Maddie!”

“Your little pichu?” Agnetha asked while turning around. “Oh! You're such a darling~” she exclaimed. Standing in front of them was a teenaged miltank about her full size, she was dressed in jeans and a brown jacket and carried with her a few shopping bags. “Andrew never told me his babysitter was this young. He's safe and sound by the way~”

“Thank you ma'am, I'm glad,” Maddie replied smiling gently, her arms stretched out diplomatically asking for her pichu. “I was worried security might have led him off again as a lost child. Thank you for looking after him.” “It was my pleasure,” Agnetha responded as she handed over the padded mouse. “He's such a sweet child to be in company of. I would love to look after him again, if you ever need so or just want to visit both of you are welcome at my humble residence.”

“Thank you, we'll keep that in mind Ms...?”

“Connell. Agnetha Connell. And I think this belongs to Andrew~” she added, handing over the shopping bag with the pichu's own clothes and the Bernie plushie.

“Thank you, and I'm Maddie Tunderana.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Maddie. Say, how much experience do you have with babysitting? Right now I'm taking in discipline tips to apply on a naughty little larvitar.”

“...I have quite a bit to be honest... usually discipline depends on the age, may I ask how old the larvitar is?”

“Fourteen, though you wouldn't believe it if you saw him... well, with little Andrew in mind I might take that bit back.”

“Oh? And if he's that old then grounding might be the way... usually the oldest I deal with is 6 or 7 and a good spanking and making it clear what they did was wrong works there... how many spanks depends on what they did of course.”

Agnetha was unable to contain a  loud gasp. “S-spanking!? Oh my, I have never done that to either of my boys...no Agnetha, you must be a mother, this is for Nicky's own good...” Sighing, the older miltank looked kindly at her younger counterpart. “Thank you for the tips, Maddie. I will keep them in mind. Now if you both excuse me, I have a larvitar to find.”

“ ...I think there was a larvitar pushing another child away from a game so he could play as I passed the arcade a few moments ago...” Maddie recalled, prompting her senior to sigh and facepalm, lightly shaking her head.

“And it seems I have a big workload ahead. Thank you again Maddie,” she thanked before turning to a cooing tone to address the pichu, “and thank you too, Andrew sweetie~ Take care~”

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After both teens waved bye-bye to the older mon and resumed their way, a few minutes passed in silence, until…

“Andrew…”

“…chu?”

“…are you in…?”

It was enough for Maddie seeing the sad blush across the pichu’s face to know the answer to her question without having to finish it…plus she didn’t want to embarrass him any further by stating his current diapered status.

“…guessing you had quite a little adventure then…” she added in a slightly amused tone

“Chuuuu…” Andrew whimpered, his blush accentuating heavily. “d-dun wanna t-t-talk about it…”

Another few minutes of silence passed as they continued towards the mall’s exit. Still in his coach’s arms, looking like a tired toddler after a long walk, Andrew seemed lost in thought for a bit, until…

“…M-maddie?”

“Yes, Andrew?”

“…r-remind me t-to a-apologize t-to Petie n-next time I s-see him… chuuu…”

Maddie couldn’t help chuckling. “Of course, now let’s get you back home.”

Andrew considered for a moment asking to get back to his clothes, but the idea of reaching home sooner was more desirable. Plus, after so many dressups – including a go at the changing table – he wasn’t very eager to go through another one too soon.

“…okay chuu…”

The way back seemed paved with the sounds of crinkles…

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“…come on, Agnetha, maybe you jumped too conclusions too soon. You haven’t seen him after all-“

“GIMME BACK MY COIN YOU MEANIE!”

“Your coin? Your coin was well invested in letting me beat Street Brawler II Super Arcade Mega Giga Gold.”

“…was gunna pway Petit Pony Abbenchures…”

“Oh cry me a RIVER! If you’re gonna flood your pampers with tears, might as well go get changed and NOT BOTHER ME.”

Nope, there was no mistaking. The boy with terracotta hair in a pageboy cut, a chubby complexion and an attitude that unashamedly screamed ‘bully’ was little Nicky. Agnetha’s stunned reaction while seeing her youngest send a preschool-aged petilil away crying may have prevented her from saving that child’s evening, but it gave her enough time to whisk away her last remnants of denial.

“Ha ha! Serves you right! Come back when you can hold your pee!” the little bully boasted. “Now time to find a new benefactor…”

“I think it’s time for a certain larvitar to explain himself.”

The sound of authority made Nicky freeze in place.”M-mom?”

“Make a good enough case, dear, and mommy will let you choose.”

“B-between going home and staying a little longer?”

“Sort of.”

“R-really!?”

“You would get to pick between being paddled at home…or spanked right here.”

“Mooommyyyyyyyy!”

---End---

Demon's revenge

Copyright Raven Venice

Contains: Incest, Master/Slave, Bondage, Masturbation, Anal, Double-Penetration, Orgasm Denial, Foot Fetish, Diapers, Rape

Nobody's perfect. Not me, not my brother, none of us. And we are bound to the rules of summoning, though sometimes I wonder just how dumb my brother and I really were. He was the first one summoned, the fox summoning me to protect him, of course it was much to my surprise to find that there was no binding circle, all I heard was the promise to be released if I got the crazy other demon off him, which should have been my first hint that I should have gotten out of there, and it didn't help that I did what was asked, knocking my brother clean out, I kneeled down next to him, only to fall over on him as my world suddenly went pitch black. When I woke I frowned, looking around, feeling Reuk's hard ram-demon body pressed against my back, my wrists bound behind his back. "Well, this is a bit of a predicament."

"MMMRPH!" Was the only response I got from my brother, his hard length jutting up between my bound legs, my legs were bound to his, along with our shafts being bound together. I blinked as the fox that I had "saved" came down into the basement wearing the typical domination outfit, 4 leather bands connected by 2 metal rings; one in the back, one in the front. I wondered just what we'd gotten ourselves into, and growled at him to free us before he met his demise, which only made him laugh...seemed like he knew us a little better than I thought as I was gagged, his paws petting my blue wolf fur.

"Now why would I want to do that? Such handsome devils, all mine for me to play with." I growled around the gag, ignoring my brother's annoyed grunts as he started stroking our hardened members, our pre thick as it dripped out, I watched him curiously, wondering what he had intended for us, the tight ropes around our cocks making the idea of struggling a vain and painful idea at this time, I figured I'd just play along for a while, at least long enough to wait for a better chance at escape, when a white band was placed over my eyes, blocking my view. I grunted, my head moving from side to side as I tried to follow his movements, but that fox was pretty damn quiet, and it didn't help that he wasn't going far. I groaned as I felt something warm and tight press against my pre-coated cock-head, the fox's tight ring rubbing against both our cocks, working the precum into and around his ring, when he suddenly slid down the both of us, my brother letting out a torrent of curses, my own words not as pretty as he slid down to the ropes, beginning a quick up and down motion.

I was soon covered in warm fox cum, my own cock throbbing with need, I was nearly to orgasm, as was my brother, I could feel it, as the fox slid off with a slick popping sound, the both of us struggling and growling as he said his goodnight, leaving us there.

We found out the next morning that not only was he into bondage, but he was also a hell of a horn dog...and had an interesting but intolerable agreement for us to get out of the cold dungeon and into his warm bed....all we had to do was obey him willingly. Of course neither of us wanted anything to do with that, but days became weeks...weeks became months...what finally broke us was when the both of us were already spent, to weary to struggle, he tied us up, laying on our sides, my brother's cock deep inside my muzzle, his muzzle wrapped around mine, a rope pulled tight between us, making it impossible to remove the cum-slickened shafts, we were left there the entire night, forced to suck each other off, while also forced to drink any and all fluids that came from the activity.

I was the first to give, my brother being more persistent, only to find himself forced into leather gloves, his ankles shackled to his wrists, his wrists bound to a spreader bar, he was laying on his back in the center of the floor. I watched him work on my brother, my wrists bound behind my back. He blindfolded and ball-gagged my brother, then slid a steel device around my brother's sheath, padlocking the ring shut, my brother growling in discomfort as he found that he could only get half an erection, as he was filled with a thick vibrator.

I was taken upstairs, leashed to the bottom corner of the bed and blindfolded, my wrists still behind my back. "If you wish to enjoy the warm confines of my bed, then lick my feet. If not, then join your brother." I shuddered at the prospect as I was blindfolded, my tongue lapping at the sole of his foot as he laid there. He was watching TV while I cleaned his feet, his feet having a slightly unpleasant smell to them, but it was better than being forced to fuck my brother. After 30 minutes of licking his feet, he stood up, leaving me leashed. He went into the bathroom, I could hear something crackling in his paw as he sat back down on the edge of the bed, undoing the leash. "Come to me on your knees." I walked on my knees over to him.

"Prove you're a good pup and suck me." I didn't bother to nod, only using my nose to guide me toward his member, I found the sheath, my tongue lapping around its opening as I coaxed his cock out of its confines, I began sucking, my nose and chin bumping into the soft knot as I obediently sucked, my nose taking in the scents around me. I could smell his musk mixing with baby powder, shampoo, and a hint of cologne, There was another smell that I couldn't quiet identify, not bothering to ask what it was, I was more afraid of making everything so far a waste as I continued to suck. The soft knot soon hardened, his hips thrusting forward, his paw wrapped around my muzzle, the knot continuing to try and lock itself inside my trapped mouth, my teeth blocking that, when he gave a groan, falling back on the bed as his salty fluid pumped into my mouth, splattering on the roof of my muzzle and my tongue, I quickly swallowed, ridding myself of the taste as I licked him clean, before laying my head on the bed between his spread legs.

"Of course, I can't trust you in the same bed as me, not yet, nor can I leave you free...you'd try to escape if I did...but I have the perfect place for my good pet." He said as he placed a folded, cushioned piece of plastic into my mouth, I still couldn't quiet identify what the smell was, nor the taste, it smelled something like cotton and plastic, but that was all I could tell, as he led me via leash to another room, where I was strapped down, spread eagle, on a bed, the bondage gear already implemented onto the bed, a spreader bar placed between my thighs just for good measure, a thick rubber ball sliding into my muzzle. Usually one wouldn't tie someone up in this position with a ball gag, as they'd possibly choke...but being a demon meant that there wasn't much need to worry about that. The ball was skillfully placed, lying just behind my teeth so I had nothing to chew on.

I blinked behind the blindfold a few times as I felt an elastic band encircle the tip of my tail, sliding the rest of the way up, the crinkling sound audible to my sensitive ears yet again. Drell, the fox, grabbed my sac and tugged upwards, my body moving up with it to ease the pressure, the elastic ring tight around my tailbase, I was released back onto the bed, I frowned, mumbling around the gag. "ih hah a hiahe?" I asked in disbelief, finding myself right as the front flap pulled up between my spread legs. He held it deftly against my body, the backflap tape tabs coming away with a crackling sound, where they were taped down, the diaper well fit...at least now we knew what all the measuring were for, as he kissed my nose, sliding off the blindfold. "Sleep well little baby...try not to wet yourself." He said with a cruel laugh as he locked the door behind him. Without being able to move my hands or speak, I was effectively stuck.

As I laid there, mentally shuddering at the thought that I, a high ranking demon, was in a diaper like a newborn, and couldn't do shit about it...god this was humiliating. I mentally hoped that our fox wasn't taking pictures, since he would be easily able to use them to keep us here; being bound and raped was one thing, but this? This was something a demon would never live down in the underworld. I soon worked myself into a slumber, dreaming ways of escaping.

The next morning I was taken back down to the dungeon, my brother freed from his cock trap, I was then forced to help untie and retie him up, or face the night in the dungeon, at least I was freed of that accursed diaper, though I highly doubted it would be the last time, my brother was cuffed facing a wall, a spreader bar locked to his ankles, a bondage harness around his back and chest, I tied his sac and member, forcing the member to face toward the bar, the other end of the rope taut between his cock and the spreader bar, the final touch was a muzzle-guard/bit. The leather strip slid into his mouth, leather straps going over the top of his muzzle, between his eyes, and connected to the back of his head.

I soon found out that he was planning on playing with us separately for a change, as I was bound so that my wrists and ankles were together, forcing me down on my knees, a ring-gag sliding in behind my teeth, the ring just thick enough to take a soft fox knot, one paw-thumb stroked at my tongue as his cock rubbed against the top of my muzzle and between my eyes, he was literally making me wear his cock as a hat, the scent of his pre heavy as it was rubbed into my fur, his shaft finally firm enough for him, his paw wrapping around the bottom of my muzzle, forcing my head up to accept the fox, his knot bumping into the ring, his veined length rubbing against the inside of my mouth, the knot bumping into the ring with each thrust, before disappearing inside the ring, the top and bottom strap of the head-harness prevented me from opening my mouth, I could only breathe in through my nose. I was forced to smell his heavy musk as his hardened knot was locked inside my muzzle, the knot filling my muzzle completely, I could only smell and taste him, as he worked at the slippery hole, panting as he finally came, cum splattering deep inside my mouth, where it was swallowed with some difficulty.

After a few hours of being stuck inside my mouth, he was finally able to slide out, his cock shiny with saliva, he moved over to my brother, my saliva being the lubricant as he rammed into the growling ram. I watched, having nothing else available to do, since I couldn't move, as the two of them fucked, my brother obviously NOT consenting to the cruel treatment as he struggled. After he had finished, he pulled his knot out of the ram, He untied me first, knowing that I would be more consenting and easier to work with, we bound my brother to a wooden apparatus, my brother's arms cuffed behind a bar, his ankles cuffed to another, the bit replaced with a open leather muzzle guard, he was hoisted up and left, the wooden bars strong enough to support his weight, I was next, led to a bondage table that collapsed in the middle, my ankles spread, my upper arms trapped in leather cuffs, my wrists bound behind my head, I wore a similar guard, grunting as my sac was bound so that my balls were spread, my brother had a clear view of me, my view not so great. "I'm sorry boys to leave you like this, but I'm afraid I need to do some shopping. One can never be prepared enough, don't you know?"

We were left there, unable to speak or move for hours, it was uncomfortable, my brother fighting his binds in vane, I had already accepted my fate for now, knowing I would eventually get a chance to get my freedom. It was a year before I finally got that chance, our captive having turned his back on me while he was tying my brother up, both of us seeming to be the perfect willing little bondage puppets, when he got the same treatment he had given me and my brother the first night, a club landing with a loud THUNK against the back of his skull as he collapsed. After a little bit of looking I found one of his outfits that he seemed to love putting me into, a frilly dress, my brother and I worked his unconscious body into it, binding him down onto his hands and knees, his tail-base and tip chained to the hollow ball gag we forced onto him, we waited for him to wake up, before we took turns raping the tight hole, loving how he begged and cried. One should know better than to mess with demons.

Our fun and games continued for some time, each of us ending up taking turns, one day he was mine, the next he belonged to my brother. It was my turn that day, and I smiled as I cuffed his arms behind his back, the cuffs attached to the floor, I bound his ankles apart, pulling the ropes through separate rings on the floor, I began pulling them, forcing his cock to inch closer and closer to his muzzle, I finally had it just inches from his face, and knew a perfect device for him, a gag that allowed partial movement of the mouth, I slid it onto him, tightening it just enough so that his knot would lock him effectively, I then took the ropes back up, laughing as his cock slid into his mouth, using the ropes, I forced him to fuck his own muzzle, until his knot was locked inside his muzzle, I locked a ring between him and his muzzle, the ring tight enough to force his knot to stay for 8 hours instead of the normal 2, I figured I'd let him panic as I untied his ankles, the only thing binding him was the cuffs and his own knot.

It was soon time for our games to end, our time in the earth-realm running short, as it always did unless we were incapable of going back, I grinned, knowing just how to end it, after talking with my brother, we agreed. There was a certain demon we had never liked, one who had always found our flaws or stole our jobs. I hummed, ball-gagging and binding our ex-master, as my brother summoned up the bat-demon. The bat-demon was little problem for us, as we tied him up, we dragged them both into the backyard where a pit of quicksand was made in the fenced in yard. I hummed as I forced the fox to wear his cursed chastity device he had forced on my brother, before we forced the bat into him, binding their thighs together so they couldn't pull out, there was exactly enough room for them to fuck and that was it, a noose slid over the bat's head and around his neck, it was long enough to keep them just out of the sand enough so that the bat would be able to fuck the connected fox. They were both standing just on the edge of the pool at this time, as I found the thickest plug I could in the fox's collection, I rammed it into the virgin bat's ass, laughing at his gagged scream of pain as the thick device filled him, the flick of a switch turning it on. "And now, we must take our leave. Enjoy the afterlife boys." I said with a laugh, turning away, Ignoring the whimpers, screams, and gagged begging, knowing that nobody would hear them, I pitied the bat the most, as the fox would die of starvation within days....the bat would continue to be plunged deep into the fox for at least a month, about the time it took for a demon to be strangled to death.

The End

Long Holiday (1)

Long Holiday, Part One

By Musuko

Take some time off, my brother had said. You need a holiday. It would do you good. Go somewhere. Relax. Take a break.

Hell, like I even do anything that I need a break from! I haven’t worked a single day in my life. I’m a kept mouse, and it’s my brother Terik who keeps me. I’m his favourite twin. His little baby brother, younger by half an hour. From where he gets his money, I don’t know, but I’m happy to spend it if he’s happy to keep giving it to me. He loves me. I think. I think I’m the only one he does love. I suppose I’m close enough to being him without actually being him. Narcissism without having to face the fact that you’re a sadistic, twisted serial murderer.

Yeah, I know full well what my twin brother is, and what he does. And no, I won’t lift a finger to stop him. He’s my brother.

Besides, I learned long ago not to question or defy him. He knows exactly how to leave mental scars that only heal just so much, leaving a tender spot that he can prod as a reminder. I guess I have a touch of the Stockholm syndrome. I love him, and I’m terrified of him.

So, he tells me to go on holiday, and off on holiday I go. I agree to his “suggestion”, and he just smiles. An innocent enough expression, but I know my Terik. He was plotting something. And no, there’s no way he’d have told me if I asked.

I got in touch with an otter I’d been chatting with, on and off. He’s been dead keen on meeting me. Keeps trying to get me worked up with saucy talk. It’s the usual stuff. I get it all the time. Constant feeble attention from needy tops and begging bottoms, coming at me from all sorts of profile sites. Yeah, I suppose I get an ego kick out of it. How could I not? I ignore most of them. But this guy...

This guy seemed like he knew his stuff. I dunno what it was about him. Just something in the way he said things, rather than what he said. Funny, I know, to talk about the way someone talks when you’re talking via instant messages. But it was true. He could give me goosebumps.

He told me he had a couple of days free. Right in the middle of the week. Didn’t make a blind bit of difference to me. Every day’s a weekend for me! So on a train I hop, sleeping away a fortune of business-class travel. Out of the city I glide, all the way up the country, way up north, up into the bonnie highlands. I happily dream about a hunky otter in his latex speedo, grinning his winsome grin, wielding his riding crop and telling me just what a little toy I’m going to become. I wonder if he’d have a Scottish accent. That would be wonderful.

The train dispenses me into the railway station. It’s Edinburgh or Glasgow, I forget which. The one that’s on the east side. Either way, it’s fucking cold as tits! I should have bought a coat. But no, I had to wear the skinny jeans and skin-tight muscle shirt. Not that I have any muscles of course. Buff’s never been for me. I wanna buff on the guy pounding me, not in the mirror.

I really begin to regret my clothing choices when I get outside. Snow on the ground, and I’m bare-pawed! Yeep! This one at least is his fault all the way. Come bare-pawed, he says. I love bare paws, he says. I’ll clean them up nice and lovely when you get here, he says! And like the daft git I am, I does as he asks, because quite frankly the idea of wiggling my bare toes into the fucking filthy train carriage carpets, and then relaxing in some plush leather sofa while a solid hunk of otter stud kneels and licks them clean for an hour or so...well, that thought just makes me want to sneak into the station toilets and wank myself silly.

I’m not left waiting long, but I’m fucking shivering when he pulls up. He’s driving some monstrously huge black four-by-four from China. Looks like a knockoff that’s got ideas above itself. Called a Hongadaboo or Changlee or something. I’ve never been good with cars. Who cares. It’s big and shiny and butch as fuck, and it’s all cream leather inside and holy hell does he look good sat in the driving seat, wearing absolutely nothing besides a shockingly small pair of denim cutoffs. He looks like his picture. Six foot and change tall. Early thirties. Built with gym muscles, not swimming muscles. One of the first things he said to me was to forget the stereotype. This guy doesn’t swim. He lifts. And fuck me does it show. His smile seems permanent. Lovely white teeth. Sweet eyes. Tempting bulge. And oh god, those paws, resting on the pedals, toes splayed. Thick, fleshy webbing. I want to get down there and nibble them right now, and who cares if there’s no way I’d squeeze down under the dashboard. Want want want!

So yeah, I climb into the car. I’m satisfied he’s who he says he is and the photo wasn’t faked. I’m also thinking with my cock. And anyway, having a killer brother has its benefits; not many people mess with me and get away unhurt. So I figure it’s not really important to know his real name, or where he lives, or where he’s taking me. Nobody ever accused me of being a sensible mouse.

He reaches over and gives my thigh a squeeze. I turn into a melty, gooey mess. Total embarrassment. I stammer like a giddy kid, like some jailbait getting his first flirty attention after sneaking into the nearest provincial gay bar. I don’t even really realise what I’m saying. Just some “Hi, pleased to meet you,” rubbish. I’m too deeply lost in his eyes. God I’m such a cliche.

He just says “likewise” and lets go of my thigh. He puts the car into gear and off we go. I try not to stare at him, trying to pretend I’m looking out the window at all the historic snow-splattered stone buildings, pretending I’m some tacky tourist who wants to act like he’s interested in all that pap. In the end I give up the act, and just turn in my seat to stare right at him, no shame, watching him drive like a pro. I think dirty thoughts when his paw caresses the gear stick.

A wild thought strikes me, and what the hell; I act on it. He undo my belt and turn fully sideways in my seat, resting my back against the door and lifting my legs up and across, placing my paws in his lap and using his thighs like a footrest. He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to look down. A nice long, lingering moment. I wiggle my toes. My normally white fur is grubby with dirt between my pink pads, which themselves are filmed with grime.

“Looking forward to licking these?” I say.

His eyes are back on the road. Probably a good thing. We’re shuffling through traffic. Wheels are spinning in the slush. Not ours, though. Big butch four-by-four. Powerful. Manly. Yada yada. Still, probably not a good day to drive distracted. Not gonna stop me tempting fate, though. I grind my heels against his crotch. Definitely a nice bulge. Getting plumper too, by the feel of it.

“Oh yes. Very much so.” he says.

He has! He has got a Scottish accent! I practically swoon.

“I love your accent,” I say.

“Thanks.” He glances away from the road again, shooting me that delicious smile. “Just don’t ask me to call you a bonnie lass and we’ll get along fine.”

He turns down a quiet residential road. I get scared tingles in a good way. He might “rape” me in some dark alley. One can only hope!

He pulls up outside some houses.

“This your place?” I ask?

“Nope. Wait here.” He opens his door and slides out from under my paws, getting out and closing the door behind him. I watch him circle round to the back of the car. He opens the boot. Cold air rushes in around me. He comes round to my door and opens it. I nearly fall out.

“Come with me,” he says.

I get out. Cold snow on my bare feet. I squeak in protest. He walks to the boot, and I follow. I nearly cream my jeans at what’s in there. Handcuffs, ballgag, blindfold, and lots of rope. Looks like I’m riding the rest of the journey in super economy class.

I turn around and put my wrists together behind my back like a good little boy. The cuffs go on nice and tight, digging in a bit. He reaches over and brings the fat rubber ball to my lips. I open my mouth wide, then wider still. Fuck me this is a big one. I “mmph!” in protest, but he doesn’t ease up in pulling it hard into my mouth. Good thing too. I’d be pissed off if he went soft on me. I feel him buckle the gag, nice and tight, the leather strap cutting into my cheeks, the huge rubber ball stiff and unyielding, nestled in snug behind my teeth. I’m drooling already. My jaw is aching already. I let out another more emphatic “mmph!” for effect.

He places a paw on my chest and shoves. I totter, and the backs of my legs hit the bumper, and down I go. I fall into the boot and smack my head against the floor. I hiss sharply, chewing the gag, but he just grabs my legs and yanks them in with me, then rolls me onto my stomach and starts lashing my ankles together with the rope. I wiggle my toes for him while he does. It doesn’t seem to distract him. He loops the loose end of the rope around the chain of my cuffs and pulls hard. I squeal into the gag. That really hurts! My back is bent in a tight hogtie. I can touch my heels with my fingers. He ties the rope off, well out of my reach, I’m happy to note.

He stands there looking down at me for a while. I’m starting to shiver from the cold, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. I’m practically pushing myself up off the floor with my straining hardon. I chew the gag and look up at him, waiting for the boot lid to close me in. My heart is racing. I’m loving this. I’m a kidnap victim! My arms ache. My back aches. My jaw really fucking aches. And god knows how long the ride will be.

He grins. My eyes widen. “Mmmph!” I know that kind of look. My brother sports that look all the time. I love and fear that look. The look of sadism. Fuck me, I can’t wait to get to his place.

The blindfold dangles from his paw. And then it’s over my eyes. Cool black leather, padded and soft against my eyelids, buckled snugly in place. Even so, I could probably wriggle enough to dislodge it. But I hear the thunk of the boot lid, and all sound is muffled, and the air gets just a little less chill. There’d be no point in getting the blindfold off. I wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing anyway.

I roll onto my side and moan into the gag. I can feel myself leaking precum into my jeans. They’re too tight. They’re crushing my hardon and squeezing my balls. I flex my fingers and stretch my toes. The cuffs dig in. The rope doesn’t yield. I’m stuck. I’m maddeningly uncomfortable and fucking horny. I hear the engine start up and the car shudder around me, and I start to wonder just how big Scotland is and how far away his home could possibly be.

*     *     *

Hours and hours pass. At least, that’s what it feels like. Like I can have any real idea of time in here. I’m hot. I’m sweating. It’s stuffy in here. I’m drooling like a special needs kid, and every turn in the road jolts me about and makes my joints hurt. I want out of this hogtie so badly. I want to stretch. My head bumps against the boot lid as the car rocks through some potholes.

And of course my cock is still hard, in its own little world of pain, crushed between my thighs and my tight jeans. Oh how good it would be to unzip and stroke it. Or better, shove it into the mouth of that damn otter and hold his ears while I paint his tonsils!

Finally! The car judders and the sound of the engine dies away. I lift my head, listening carefully. I hear the car door thunk. Then some footsteps perhaps. It’s hard to tell. I could be imagining it. Then a loud clattering noise that goes on for a while. A garage door maybe? I guess we’re at his place. I wriggle in anticipation, readying myself.

Then...nothing. Silence. No sound from the boot lid. No rush of cooler outside air. I’m still stuck in the fetid humidity of my own breath and sweat. I rock my body as much as I can, calling out muffled cries for attention. I bang my head against the boot lid, thud thud, trying to call out. Nothing. No response.

I must have dozed off for a while. I come back to reality with a damp patch in the fabric beneath my cheek and an uncomfortable pressure in my groin. My cock’s gone soft, and I really, really have to pee. I try to wriggle again, to call out, to make some noise, but my joints feel like they’ve locked in place. I scream in pain as cramp assaults me, then break down into pathetic little sobs at the sound of my own voice, muffled and humiliated by the fat rubber ball stuffed achingly deep into my mouth.

Still nothing. No sound. What the hell is going on? He can’t possibly have forgotten me in here, can he? It must be a game. He must be doing it on purpose, getting me scared and antsy. It’s working! But if he’s not careful, he’ll end up with a stink in his car. I squeeze my thighs tightly together and try not to think of waterfalls.

More time passes. I don’t know how long. I can’t take it any more. I’m going to have to do it. God, this is so humiliating. He’ll be so mad at me. I pull the mental plug, let the flow go. I chew the gag and moan ever so quietly as I feel my cock surge, then the spreading wet heat in my crotch as I soak my jeans. On and on it goes, right across my thighs, down my legs, and bubbling out to soak into the fabric of the boot’s floor. The smell hits my nose. I tense up and instinctively try to turn my head away from the fumes, but there’s no escaping it. I’m stuck in an enclosed boot. The air fills up with the stench. I whimper into the gag. My bladder is empty, but now I have to suffer the smell. My eyes water! I pound my head against the boot lid and thrash about, squelching in the piss stain. Let me out you fucker!

An hour passes. Or five minutes. I have no idea. My piss cools. My wet fur is clinging and uncomfortable, and my wet jeans feel like they’re welded to me. I roll about occasionally, trying to relieve the stress in various parts of my body. My wrists are throbbing and raw. My legs and arms keep cramping. My jaw feels broken. I’m thirsty. I must have drooled half my body weight past this damn gag. I feel dizzy and weak. I keep thinking I hear something, hope rising again, but nothing happens. Wishful thinking. Maybe I’m hallucinating? I start to sob. Miserable, cathartic release. I whimper into the gag, unintelligibly pleading to be free, beyond reasoning that nobody is listening.

Then a thud, and a rush of cold, fresh air around me. Vague hints of light leak in around the edges of my blindfold. I lift my head and let out a wordless, meaningless wail of urgency through the gag.

I hear his voice. That sexy, accented voice. But right now, I hate it. “Had an accident have we?”

I growl through the gag and try to roll myself up over the edge of the boot hatch. I don’t care that I’d crack my head open if I succeeded and fell to the ground.

“Do you want to spend another few hours in there?” he says, soft and quiet, but I can hear an edge of discipline in the voice. I go very still and shake my head quickly. “Nmmph! Nmmph!” I say, utterly failing to convey the simple word “no”.

The blindfold must have slipped a bit. I feel him adjusting it on my face. Then his paws under my arms, hooking in my armpits and hefting me up. I feel like a toy, lifted up so easily. My knees bump against the boot hatch, then I’m swinging in empty air for a moment, before I feel hard floor under me. Concrete, perhaps. I’m laid down on my front. My cheek rubs against the floor. Yes, concrete. Dirty concrete, with loose grit. I grunt through the gag.

The ropes around my ankles start to jolt and jostle. He’s untying me. Thank fuck! I lay still and quiet, not wanting to distract him. It takes an age. I wait impatiently. Finally, the hogtie loosens. He’s disconnected my wrists from my ankles, but not untied my ankles. I lower my paws to straighten my legs, and he doesn’t stop me. My toes touch the concrete.

And I scream into the gag! My legs are on fire with cramp, and I roll about like a beached fish, struggling with the pain. My eyes stream under the blindfold, and I weep and blub. I’ve not got a single shred of dignity left. He makes sure of that; I hear him laughing. My shame is absolute. Piss-stained, sweaty, miserable and scared, totally helpless, rolling about on some dirty floor, sobbing like a baby.

I settle down. Eventually. Just laying there, breathing. Panting more like. Still on my front. There’s dirt in the fur of both my cheeks. There’s even more dirt on my lips, caught up in my drool. I wait. I can feel him standing over me.

I hear him shift. Then feel firm furless flesh against my cheek. A few hard somethings prod my ear. His toe claws! His paw! He’s got his paw on my face! I try to shift my head to slide away, but he presses down on me. I struggle, and he presses harder. I whine a protest into the gag. My cheekbone is grinding hard against the concrete. My skull feels like it’s going to crack. It hurts so badly!

“I’m going to take your gag out,” he says. “You’re going to lick my paws. Both of them. And you’re not going to breathe a single word. Say anything, and the gag goes back in and you’ll get punished. Understand?”

I lie still, unsure what to do. I wriggle and kick my feet. My head hurts! Oh god it hurts.

“Just nod your head,” he says.

I grunt with effort, straining to move my head. I manage to rotate it in a tiny nod. The hard grit from the floor grinds into my cheek like sandpaper. I fantasise that I can feel blood. Unlikely, but it still fucking hurts!

He lifts his paw away. I lift my head up from the floor, holding it about an inch in empty, forgiving air. I want to plead through the gag. This is well beyond my comfort level! I want to safeword. Even though I know I never arranged a safeword, nor set any ground rules or limits. Stupid fucking mouse! In any case, silent obedience seems the best approach. Get the gag out, lick his paws, get a chance to beg some relief later.

I feel his fingers at the back of my head, and I turn my head around to give him easier access to the buckle on the gag. He gets it loose and open smoothly, effortlessly, without the fumbling around like even most experienced tops end up doing. The strap tugs away from my face, and with a firm yank the slimy rubber ball pops free from my mouth. I keep my mouth held open, knowing it’s going to hurt when I close it. Slowly, slowly I ease it shut, whining quietly as the sharp ache shoots through my jaw.

I’m given no time. I feel the firm press of his sole against my cheek once more, and I turn my head to meet it, blindly feeling with my nose. I inhale. Delicious manly musk. And dirt. Too much dirt. Dirt and the ozoney tang of melted snow. He presses down on my face, threatening to stand on my head again. I know what I have to do. And of course my cock is thinking for itself again, starting to stir under the cold, wet denim of my jeans, getting chubby from the slavish indignity of what I’m about to do.

I part my lips and breathe a hot breath against his sole. Then my tongue, small and wet, smoothly extends to meet his sole. The first taste. The tang of dirt. Not too bad, if I’m honest. But knowing where it’s been...or rather, not knowing...makes me shudder. Dirt from some random streets, filled with who knows what, touching my tongue, dissolving into my saliva, and then disappearing down my gullet to become digested, to become part of me. I swallow, then extend my tongue again, slowly running it along his smooth pad, gathering up more of the grime, leaving his sole damp and tingly and clean. My cock’s as hard as it gets, wet denim clinging to it. I start to get into the headspace, feeling myself begin to spin and float in the dirty feeling of being a lowly slave to my shameful desires. And for a little while I forget my fear.

I slowly work my way up towards his toes. This isn’t an easy thing to do. It involves me wriggling my whole body along the ground, scuffing my clothes and paws in the process, until I can get my nose in against his webbing. I rest there for a moment, enjoying the feeling. At that moment he clenches his toes, squeezing my nose between them, encasing it. My mouth waters. I desperately want to get that webbing between my teeth and nibble it! He starts pressing down on my head again, and I get the message; start licking. I pull my head back, nose free, and replace it with my tongue, lapping firmly between his toes, cleaning dirt and musk from his flesh and fur, going crazy with lust as I do. I feel like there’s more pre than pee in my jeans.

By the time I’ve finished with his paw, my face fur is damp with my saliva, smelling of his foot musk, and no doubt streaked with faint smears of grime. I lay still as he shifts to his other foot, and I silently wish I wasn’t wearing a blindfold. The view from down here, beneath him, would be wonderful. He places his other paw on my face, dry and uncleaned, ready for the licking to start all over again.

He presses harder this time. I struggle to move my head and get my tongue against his sole. I whimper. He presses harder. I quieten again, and he eases up again. I feel like I’m licking for an age. I zone out again, enjoying the feel of his paw even as I suffer my discomfort and distaste.

He lifts his foot, eventually. I hear him walking around my. I tilt my head to follow him, listening closely. My head must still be swimming, as I don’t register him crouching down until I feel the still-wet rubber of the ballgag touch against my lips. I whine quietly, but open my mouth for it, wincing as my still sore jaw stretches wide once more. He hefts my head up to fit the buckle tight, then drops my head back with a thud that makes me squeal. I feel his grip, his paw holding the ropes bound around my ankles, and then my feet are hauled up. I start to shift on the floor. No no!

My muscle shirt hikes up under my armpits, dragged up by the rough friction of the concrete. He’s dragging me along! I kick and wriggle, but I can’t get my feet free. The concrete grinds against my back, stinging, grazing. I yell abuse into the ballgag!

A metal ridge bumps under my arse and rakes up my back, catching my shirt. I hear tearing fabric. Softer carpet slides beneath me. Still he drags me onwards. Another ridge, then a smooth, cool surface. Laminate floor. No, wait. A smell hits my nose. Rubber. Smooth, clean rubber flooring. He drops my feet. I hear a door thud closed. Then an explosion of light; my blindfold is pulled away.

My eyes eventually adjust. The room is actually quite dark. Just not as dark as the blindfold. He’s standing over me, a dark mask against dim strip lights on a black painted ceiling. I don’t look at the room, not just yet, because he’s naked. Naked and hard. Nine inches and thick. I see him smirking in my peripheral vision. I feel like such a cock slut. But I don’t care, not really. Because right now all I really want is to suck on it, all previous cruelty forgiven and forgotten.

He snorts in amusement. “See something you like?”

I look away. Not because I want to. Because there’s only so much satisfaction I want to give him. I see the room. About the size of my living room. Black painted brick walls. Black rubber floor. A steel door in the corner, painted black. Metal cabinets all along one wall. They look like they belong in a mechanic’s workshop. I turn my head the other way. These are more familiar; bondage poles forming a lattice all along the other wall. Another cabinet, short and squat. An X frame in the corner. And in the other corner, a squat, expensive-looking cage with a padded floor. My kind of room. I nod, pointedly looking away from him.

He moves into my view, walking over to the cabinets. I pull myself up into sitting position, my grunt of effort giving me away.

“Lie down!” he says. I lay back down, very quickly.

I watch him open the cabinet. I can’t make out much of what’s inside. Some drawers. Some loosely-stored leather bags and bits and pieces. Some lengths of rope hang on the inside of the door. He reaches in and...

...fuck, scissors! I tense up. He walks up to me and I shake my head. “Mmmph!”

“Now now, just relax little mouse.” He crouches down beside me. I get a fantastic view of his swinging erection, but I’m too focussed on the scissors to appreciate it. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to remove your clothes.”

It’s my fucking clothes I’m worried about! These aren’t cheap clothes! I growl my protests through the gag. The mangled, muffled sound is embarrassing even to my ears. It wouldn’t scare a flea. He tucks the tip of a blade under the neck of my shirt and, with deft precision, starts to cut.

I stay still, still muttering unhappy noise. He pulls the cut remains of my shirt out from under me.

“Cute,” he says, flicking my nipple. Or rather, the shiny silver ring pierced through it. I glare!

He starts cutting my jeans. I flex and stretch my toes, trying my utmost to distract him, but he seems singular in his purpose. My own cock springs free, hard and ready, the moment the fabric parts above it. Damn traitor! I try to rescue some pride by rolling away from him, but he plants his free paw on my tummy and presses me down with a level of strength I couldn’t hope to come near. My jeans, my lovely, stylish jeans, are soon gone like my shirt.

I take stock. Naked, wrists in cuffs that are digging into my back beneath me, uncomfortable ballgag filling my mouth, at the mercy of a hunky, naked otter with a hardon. This could be a good or a bad thing, depending on what he has in mind. The main colour of my predicament is my complete helplessness. I close my eyes and huff around the gag. This reminds me of play sessions with my brother. Knowing his tendencies, I always worry that he might suddenly pull a knife. The same fear has me now; muted, tainted with judgement-clouding lust, but a fear all the same.

I feel him shift, and I open my eyes to watch. Back to the cabinet he goes. The scissors are put away, neatly, back where they came from. He opens a second cabinet. Oh what a delicious sight. I can see only one item in it; a gleaming black latex bodysuit. My cock surges. He lifts it out and walks back over. I’m suddenly looking forward to this after all.

In my excitement, I didn’t notice him pick up something else. He’s holding a plastic spray bottle. I make a quizzical noise. He lays the bodysuit down beside me and starts to shake the bottle.

“Close your eyes, mouse. And you really want to keep them closed until I say otherwise.”

I close them. I hear the “squit squit” noise of the spray bottle, then feel the cool tingle of misted liquid settle onto my feet. The sensation works its way up my legs, across my crotch, tickling my cock, up my tummy, my chest, then dousing my head and face. It’s a nice feeling. Pleasant, soothing, but confusing all the same. I make the same quizzical sound.

“Roll onto your stomach. Keep your eyes closed.”

I do as ordered, and the process repeats. A cool mist settling onto my fur, every spot covered from heels to head.

“You can roll back now. Keep your eyes closed. You may feel a slight tingling.”

I roll back. I almost open my eyes. I lay still for a few moments, waiting for the tingling. What is he doing? Conditioning my fur? Dying it? Oh hell, am I going to be going home pink?

The tingle starts. On my balls of all places. I giggle into the gag. Slowly, the sensation spreads, out over my hips, up my timmy. My muzzle starts to itch. My ears too. Soon my whole body feels like it’s been doused in itching powder. My giggles become urgent squeals, and my eyes stay scrunched tightly shut while I fight to remember to keep them closed, not wanting to find out what the spray would feel like on my eyeballs!

I notice something. Another feeling. Something on the floor underneath me. I press my heels into the floor and slide myself a little. I feel loose fur beneath my back. What on earth?

A sudden whirring noise makes me flinch. I feel cold air rush over my body, wafting up and down from head to toes. More loose fur feeling. Oh no. Really no. Fuck him if he has!

“You can open my eyes now.”

I almost don’t dare too. I peek. One eye first. Oh god! I scream into the gag, angrier than I’ve ever been! The fucker’s stripped my fur off! Every last scrap of it! My whole body’s just bare pink skin! I’ll kill him! I’ll fucking kill him!

I look up at him, and he’s laughing! Proper folding over belly laughing. I wriggle about on the floor, yanking hard against the cuffs, kicking at the rope around my ankles. I want to wring his neck! He simply takes a step back and stands, watching, smiling that damn smile. I give up and lie still. But my anger still burns!

“Are you finished?”

I glare. But I nod too.

“Good. Now, I’m going to put this on you.” He nudges the latex bodysuit with his toe. “If you promise to behave, we’ll do it the easy way. Are you going to be a good boy?”

I yell as loudly as I can, trying to make my thoughts clear through the gag. “Phffk ooh!”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

Over to the cabinets again. I try once more to rip my wrists free of the cuffs. I wish I knew how to break my thumbs. He reappears, looming in my vision, and he’s holding another spray bottle.

Squit...

*     *     *

I feel like I’m spinning on the spot. I’m convinced I’m a duck pond. I’m humming the theme tune to The Archers.

Then my head sorts itself out. I’m upright. My arms and legs are spread. I’m fixed to the X frame, cuffed wrists and ankles. I feel a tight squeeze all over, and I look down, my head rolling heavily, and my vision blurring and struggling to keep pace.

I’m wearing the body suit. There’s a tailored hole over my crotch. My bare, denuded cock and balls hang free and limp. The zip is pulled halfway up my chest. My head is uncovered, but there’s a loose shape of rubber hanging down my chest, no doubt the hood ready for fitting. My feet and paws are inside shapeless rubber mittens, and my mouth is empty of that damn gag.

“You’re awake.” The otter. But not in the room. I look around, trying to work out where he is. It takes me a moment to realise the voice is coming from all around me. “Hold tight. I’ll be down in a moment.” A click.

A moment later, the door opens and he steps into the room. Still naked. His cock’s hanging and half hard, but as he strides over to me it’s already swelling back up. He’s holding another spray bottle.

I open my mouth, inhaling deeply, ready to shower him with the worst, inventive abuse possible.

“Squeak!”

I blink. What the?

“Squeak?”

He reaches his paw up to my neck and taps a fingertip against my forehead. There’s something there, fixed to my skin. He moves his paw away just before my addled brain manages to suggest the thought of biting him.

“Working nicely I see.”

“Squeak?!”

“It’s a vocal suppressor. From a friend of yours, actually. Or his company at least. Cost a pretty penny. You’ll only be making noises that are natural to your species while that’s on there.”

I rock my body forward, my lunge caught short by my restraints.

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! SQUEAK!” Fuck sake. Such wonderful swearing reduced to timid little mouse noises. I close my mouth in what must be a frustratingly adorable angry little pout.

“Hold still now, mouse. And close your eyes again.”

I glare. No. Not this time. My eyes stay wide open.

He holds the spray bottle up.

“This is glue, mouse. Permanent glue. Seriously, close your eyes.”

“Squeak?!”

Because I still have the slightest hope of escaping here without being a complete messed up cripple...I close my eyes. After all, it can’t possibly be permanent glue, right? That doesn’t really exist, does it?

“There’s a good boy. Hold still now.”

I feel the mist settle on my chest and face, then across the back of my bald head. A touch of heavy rubber, first at my nose, then peeling over my muzzle and closing up over my face completely. I hear a zip, and feel the rough tugs of it being pulled up. The squeezing feeling that has my whole body in its grip now has my head. There seems to be an opening for my mouth. I can breathe clear air. And there must be a nose hole too. But my ears are crushed flat against my head, pinned under the rubber. I can hear, but only just.

“You can open your eyes now.”

I can see. Well, partially. There’s something over my eyes. Frosted glass. I see the otter’s blurred shape, as if through a thin layer of milk. I move my head, feeling the rubber move with it, already bonded to my skin by the feel of things. I exhale a distraught noise, once again rendered into a shameful “squeak”.

“Beautiful. What a pretty rubber pony you’ll make. But for now, let’s focus on the essentials.”

I feel his paw on my cock, warm and soft. I lean my head back and try to stay silent. His fingers close around my limp shaft and start to stroke. I fight him, as much as I can, but I know from the beginning that it’s hopeless. I’m soon hard, leaking and needy, and even through the murky plastic I can tell he’s grinning.

“Another toy from our mutual friend’s company.”

I feel a cold touch at the tip of my cock, then sliding down my shaft to nestle at the base. It feels like metal. A metal tube. Something wet and slick rings the base, forming a seal around my shaft.

“Squeak!”

A cock clamp! Fuck no. He can’t possibly be that evil! Musuko tried a cock clamp out on me once. Once! I lasted barely an hour before I was kissing his feet and begging for him to remove it. By the end of the second hour I was out of my mind and screaming, crying, offering anything to get out of it. I didn’t make it to the third hour before safewording.

And now I’m getting fitted with one again, without a safeword, and without a contrite kitty to offer me his rear once it’s removed. He might not even remove it. Ever! My heart starts to race. I can feel the gel solidifying, sealing the tube onto my cock. The brushes are there somewhere, ready to start. I just know it. He’s drawing this out. I can see him move. His arm coming up. The dark shape in his paw. The remote. Ready to...

...I spasm on the frame. Highest setting! It must be! There’s no way even Musuko would make this thing go any higher than this! It feels like toothbrush bristles, scrubbing all over my cock, tip to root! Oh fuck oh fuck!

“Squeeeaaak!”

*     *     *

The bastard left me like that. Two hours he left me. He told me so himself when he got back. He took me down off the cross and pulled me down onto all fours. I couldn’t stay up. I collapsed on my face. I smacked my paws against the cock clamp, but it was no good. The thing was scrubbing away. It had got me to the edge of orgasm in no time, and then just...slowed down. Just a little bit. Then a little more. Always adjusting, making minute changes, keeping me on the edge. I couldn’t stand it. I don’t think I was thinking clearly before long. It was like being in sensory deprivation. My mind went to all sorts of random thoughts. I thought about supermarkets, and alien warships, and horses playing Monopoly. It was like being drugged. I felt broken.

He offered me water in a dish. I must have drunk it, because my muzzle is still wet. My muzzle, hah. The rubber, I mean. The rubber skin I’m now glued into. I can feel the water dripping down, occasionally wetting my lips. I wasn’t offered use of the bathroom, and had no way of asking for it. I needed a piss, and still do. But with the cock clamp still keeping me dizzyingly hard, I wonder whether I’ll even be able to. Perhaps. If I can, it’ll make a mess.

I’m in the cage, on my back, wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to the four corners. It’s relatively comfortable, considering the circumstances. The padding is nice beneath my back, and I’m warm. But the cock clamp is still on full strength, and I can feel the feelers of wandering thoughts probing up into my mind once more. I’m hungry. I’m exhausted. I need a piss. I’m horny and I really don’t want to be.

But above all, I’m scared. Because just before turning out the light, he said one last thing to me.

“I know you were only planning on spending a few days with me, mouse, but I’ve got other plans. Plans of a more...permanent, long-term nature. This holiday of yours is going to turn out to be a very long one indeed. Sweet dreams.”

I replied in the only way I could.

“Squeak!”

Fuck.

The Red Guard's New Recruit

The Red Guard's New Recruit

By Musuko

See me, the lone adventurer, brave and bold and true! I sneak, I slash, I break in and I plunder. I am a force unstoppable! I am…hungry?

I stop to sit on a tumbled column and open up my pack. The tasty scent of roasted sagboar reaches my nose and shoos away the musty stink of the dungeon around me. I lick my lips.

“Yum yum!” I say, and bare my trusty fangs to tear into it.

Something, somewhere, went scrrrch. I froze with my mouth open and slowly edged my paw towards the hilt of my sword.

“If there’s anyone snooping around in here, you better scram, or I’ll cut you into bits!”

Whatever it was, it went scrrrch again. I sighed and tucked my lunch back into my sack and stood up. I lifted my enchanted light-staff high and peered into the circle of pale blue glow it cast down the grimy tunnel.

“If you’re just a rat, I’m going to be really cross, and I’m going to cook you and eat you.” I crept forward, sword out, staff up. “Kitty’s gonna come eat you!”

I moved silently, stealthily, an invisible creeper, bringing death and humiliation to all scampering, squeaking things. My body moved like a lithe, graceful thing of beauty. The women in the towns lusted after me. The men in the towns…lusted after me. The handsome, roguish tiger, dirty in just the right ways, hard and lean, elegant, deadly…

I stubbed my toe on a rock and dropped my light-staff. It rolled away from me while I hopped and cursed. Thankfully, nobody else was down here to see me…maybe.

“Stupid rock,” I muttered, giving it a kick and biting down a yelp as I re-stubbed my stubbed toe. I stooped to pick up the staff.

Something glinted in the distant darkness, down the length of the tunnel. I fixed my eyes on it and felt the corners of my mouth rise up. Glinting meant shiny. Shiny meant valuable. Valuable meant lots of drink and prostitutes and maybe a shiny new sword and sexy new adventuring clothes in the latest style. I licked my lips and crept forward…

The tunnel’s walls fell away and the ceiling disappeared above me. My keen eyes could make out distant pillars, and I could feel the kind of coolness in the air that only came from large underground spaces. Maybe this dungeon was a palace. If so, maybe there was gold? I quickened my pace, moving towards the glint, watching as it took form in front of me.

It was a suit of plate armour, standing on a plinth, posed with its legs astride and its fists resting on its hips. I lowered my sword and stared at it glumly. There were two things readily apparent about this suit of armour. The first was that it was clearly not made of gold. The second, and this was the important one, was that it was not made of gold!

I sighed. I sat down on the plinth and opened up my sack. Tearing into the sagboar meat made me feel a little better. As I chewed, I regarded the armour again. It wasn’t so bad, I supposed. It seemed to be pretty well-made, with intricate swirls and patterns and stuff all over it. That must make it worth at least something. And the metal was tinted a rather scary blood-red, and the faceplate was flat and featureless, with only thin slits for the eyes; they looked like the narrow eyes of a monster staring intently at its prey. Someone would pay money to wear this and make themselves look like a dangerous demon. If…I could get it back to the surface.

That wasn’t going to be easy. If I had an enchanted bag, then sure, no problem. But I didn’t, so it was a problem. A very big problem. A big, heavy, clumsy, clunky, noisy, stupid problem. I had some rope. I could lash it up and drag it out.

Or…I could leave it where it was and go deeper into the dungeon to find something that wasn’t so stupidly annoying to fetch back. Something small and shiny and disgustingly valuable. Preferably with gems the size of my balls and more gold than the hoard of a dragon who’s got a few social issues. I licked the last of the sagboar grease from my fingers, tossed the bone into the darkness, and stood up.

Something very close by went scrrrch!

“Who’s there?!” I squeaked, then coughed and deepened my voice. “Show yourself!”

I moved in a slow circle, waving my staff to light up any potential foes. My light showed only the empty stone slab floor, stretching away into the darkness. I felt my tail frizz up and the back of my neck tickle unpleasantly. Something was behind me! I turned, slowly, back towards the armour, just in time to hear it go scrrrch, just in time to see its head turn towards me…just in time to see its hand reach out, fingers spread, reaching for me, reaching past my neck and gripping my scruff before I had a chance break my dazed stare and flinch away.

I shrieked and swung my sword. It cracked against the armour’s elbow with a dull clang and shattered into several useless fragments. With the broken stump of the blade I tried again, stabbing against the armour. The great armoured head tilted with another soft scrrrch noise. I saw a soft orange glow, like the embers of a fire, fill the space behind the eye slits. I dropped my useless sword and tried to claw myself free from its metal fingers.

“Let me go!” I shouted. “I command you! Uh…in the name of…”

I wished that I could remember the incantations…damn it.

The breastplate split horizontally, breaking open along a seam I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it had never even been there. The two halves swung open and orange light poured out, illuminating the vast hall around me, showing me what lurked beyond the pillars; a thousand identical suits of armour, maybe more, stood in ranks along the walls, all staring at me with their cold, lifeless eyes. I started to whimper like a kitten and scratched frantically at the armour’s gauntlet. My claws didn’t even leave a mark.

Something…moved, in the glowing cavity in the armour’s chest. Something wet and…undulating. I heard a sound like hunks of raw, wet meat rubbing together. Slowly, the light dimmed. No, wait, it wasn't dimming; it was being blocked out. A mass of writhing worms was boiling up from inside the suit. They gleamed, glossy black, like no worms I had ever seen before. I beat my paws against the armour's fist.

“Let me go you stupid thing! They're gonna...gonna!”

I stared, wide-eyed, as the worms...reached out to me! There was no other way to describe it; they were feeling through the air towards me, spreading out, like...tentacles! These were no worms; they were co-ordinated, working together to seek out their prey. I swallowed hard. Their prey was me!

The first tentacle closed around my left wrist. It squished wetly, like an old soggy blanket. But when I tried to tug away, it gripped hard as if it had suddenly turned to iron. I clawed at it with my right paw; they soft, malleable surface dimpled but didn't break. More tentacles were snaking around my legs and sliding up my thighs. I kicked and struggled, but every time I dodged one tentacle, another was waiting to grab me in the new position. I tore frantically at the mass, my heart racing, my eyes wide and frenzied.

And then...and then...

I sighed, sagged, and gave up. It was no good. It had me...whatever it was. I closed my eyes tightly and imagined myself somewhere else; up on the surface, in the sun, surrounded by gold and adoring admirers. I tried not to shiver as the cold, slimy tentacles weaved their way under my leather tunic. I bit my lip as one of them brushed against the underside of my balls and slimed its way around my thigh. I clenched my mouth tightly shut as one of them brushed against my lips.

And then my feet were off the ground, my weight supported by the tentacles wrapped tight around almost every part of my body. I risked opening my eyes and immediately regretted it; the glowing interior of the armour was coming towards me. Or, rather, I was going towards it. The tentacles were reeling me in.

“Please...stop.” I barely even breathed the words. One of the tentacles rasped across my lips and touched my tongue. I gagged, recoiling against the slimy sensation...and then tensed in surprise at the taste. It tasted...like...well, nothing I had ever known. It seemed to tingle, as if the tang of the air before a storm had been turned into a taste. It wasn't bad, and it wasn't good. Before my sense could prevail, I had touched my tongue against it again. The tentacle shoved itself between my teeth and plunged deep into my throat.

“Ungh!”

My feet were inside the armour now, and no amount of fighting was able to stop my inexorable descent. I wriggled my toes inside the cool, squishy interior. It felt like the time when I got stuck in the bog in the pasture back home when I was a kitten. I curled my toes tightly and shuddered as the cold sensation reached my crotch.

The tentacle in my throat seemed to push deeper. I felt my cheeks heating up. The tentacle was succeeding where all those lusty men had failed in the past; it had succeeded in fucking my throat. I wanted to whine and protest, but I had no freedom of my body. My arms were inside the armour now, pushing deep down past the elbow joints. This was undignified! This was wrong! An adventurer shouldn't be treated like this!

I choked out a muffled gasp. Oh no, this was bad! A tentacle had found my tailhole and was pushing its slimy way inside. I'd definitely never let any of the men do this to me! I fought with one last spasm of my strength to fend it off, but it was much too late for that. So, like the helpless kitten I was, I let it violate me. I burned with shame. I cursed into the tentacle. I called it every horrible thing I could think of. And then...then...I started cursing myself; I cursed my stupid overconfidence for getting me into this mess, and I cursed my stupid, traitorous body for...for...

I closed my eyes and shuddered. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes. I cursed my body...because my body was enjoying itself; the tentacle was wriggling inside me, and my evil, mindless, idiot cock was pushing its way up against my tunic and embracing the embrace of the slimy, undulating tentacles. Right away, my situation was worse than it had been; the harder my cock got, the more rubbing it got from the tentacles, which made it harder...all the way until I quivered right on the edge of the most shameful release I had ever imagined could be possible...

...and there on the edge I stayed. I whimpered into the tentacle gag and forgot where I was for a moment; I begged for a different kind of release.

Scrrch!

I opened my eyes just in time to see the writhing tentacles close in over my chest and face, just as the metal plating of the armour's chestplate swung in to seal me inside.

Click.

Well, I thought. This definitely ranked high on my list of perilous encounters. I was stuck. I couldn't move any part of my body beyond a useless wriggle. The tentacles more than made up for my immobility, though; they writhed against every inch of my body...and I mean every inch. I moaned like a tavern whore and tried to rock my hips. Just a little, that's all I would need! Just a little friction between my needy cock and the slimy tentacles. Just enough to get me off, and then I could clear my head and concentrate on getting out of here.

This was maddening! I'd never been unable to stroke myself, or find a willing partner to thrust into. To need to climax so badly, but to find myself unable to? What torture was this? I strained my arms inside the armour, my addled mind refusing to believe that I couldn't just reach down, grip my aching shaft, and stroke myself into happy oblivion. They were only a few feet away! I just needed the armour to bend at the elbows and just...let me cum! I wanted to cry. Some adventurer I was!

I felt movement; the suit shuddered around me. I opened my eyes, surprised to see a faint light; the armour's eye holes were in front of my eyes, and the tentacles had cleared a space. I saw the room move and felt my body lurch. We, the armour and I, stepped down off the pedestal and walked ponderously towards the side of the room. I saw the other suits of armour standing there...and I saw the gap in the ranks towards which we were heading. My cock pulsed and the two tentacles filling me at either end started to ripple and throb. So close...so close.

We came to a stop in front of the gap. I had just enough sense left in me to see the glint of something behind the eyeholes of the nearest armour. It wasn't a jewel; it was rounded, glassy...and it moved. I squealed in horror at the realisation; it was an eye! Someone else was trapped in the other suit, just like me. We stared at each-other, and I realised that he must be experiencing the same thing as I was. But...nobody had been in this dungeon for years! Decades even! Maybe centuries, going by how decayed the place was. And I'd had to travel for days to even reach it!

With growing fear, I looked at the armour to the other side; it too had a pair of wide, panicked eyes staring out from it. So too did the next one, and the next...

I couldn't see any more, as the armour stepped forward into the gap and turned smartly around, standing to attention like all the others. Gradually, the light began to dim. But, before it went completely, I was just able to see a shimmering glow and crackle of sparks in the space above the empty pedestal where my armour had stood. There was a flash, and a new set of armour just like all the others was now standing there; a trap, I knew now, ready to spring on the next unwary soul to wander in here. Maybe I could warn them; call out somehow. Tell them to run. Tell them to turn back and find help. I thought, perhaps, I could scream out now...maybe my voice would filter all the way up the long and winding passageways to the surface, and some passing woodsman might hear my cry and come down to investigate.

I summoned all my remaining strength, sucking in air past the tentacle thrusting into my throat, and screamed...

And my voice went scrrrch!

Spike's sissy baby training

Spike ran excitedly through ponyville his mind focused on only one thing; Rarity and helping her in whatever way she needed. He paused at the door to check his scales and catch his breath before giving a polite knock on the door of the boutique.

“Coming” the refined voice of the mare of spikes dreams called; the door was enveloped by a soft blue glow as Rarity opened it, smiling brightly at the little dragon. “Hello Spike thank you ever so much for agreeing to help me out.” The unicorn leaned down and gave the dragon a quick nuzzle before gesturing for him to follow her in.

“I’m more than happy to help you Rarity!” He shouted then blushed walking inside his eyes straying to her rump every now and again.

“That is because you are a gentle stalli- er dragon Spike.” She praised leading him up the stairs. “Honestly if you hadn’t agreed I’d have been in a bit of trouble, this client wanted everything I made to be tested first.”

“Well I’m at your service my lady, so what am I trying on, a dashing cape? A classy hat and suit?” He asked glancing around the room.

Rarity paused  mid-trot looking over at the dragon in surprise. “Oh dear, I forgot to tell you before?”

“No you didn’t so tell me Rarity; I want to know how good I’ll look.”

Rarity blushed looking a tad nervous now. “Well you see spike, this client asked for something a bit more… how should I say unique.” She steps over to a pile of clothes folded at the side of the room and holds up what could only be a light blue onesie but sized for an adult pony.

“Um I’m not sure I’m the best one to help you with this after all Rarity.” Spike said his eyes shifting to the door then back to the unicorn.

“Oh Spikey I know this is strange, but I really do need your help, please you’re the only one I could ask,” She leaned her head down to Spikes level her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly. “Please Spikey-wikey for me?”

Spike hesitated for a moment before sighing. “Okay, but you never tell anyone about this”

Rarity squealed picking spike up and hugging him tight.” Oh I wouldn’t dream of it Spike and thank you so much, oh you are the sweetest dragon in all of Equestria.”

Spike just blushed but returned the hug feeling a bit better from his crushes praise.

“Now if you’ll be a dear and step onto the podium we can get started, I’ll just need a moment to resize these.” She giggled into her hoof. “They’re a bit too big at the moment.”

Spike stepped up slowly his cheeks warm. “Let’s just get this over with, and nothing too girly.” He gave a stomp of his foot wanting Rarity to know he was serious.

“Of course Spike, nothing to girly.” Not yet at least she thought to herself suppressing a small shudder at the thought of what she had in store.

Floating the onesie over she instructed the little dragon to be mindful of his claws as she had him step into leg holes before pulling it up and snapping the tail snaps then moving onto his arm. Spike did his best to move as told, taking some comfort in Rarity’s smile as the sound of the Zipper on the back let him know he was finished.

Spike moved around a bit surprised by how comfortable the onesie was. “This is really soft Rarity.” He smiled rubbing his fingers over the sleeves before looking up at the unicorn who had trotted back a few steps for a better view. To his surprise she was not smiling. “Why aren’t you smiling Rarity did I do something wrong?”

“Hmm…” Rarity said pacing around the dragon giving him a critical eye before answering. “Oh no Spike, it’s just something is missing.” She gave the dragon another once over before her eyes focused in on his waist where the fabric was looser than the rest.

“Of course! I forgot what goes underneath, stay right there Spike I’ll be back soon.” She then galloped out of the room and down the hall.

“O-ok” Spike barely had time to say sitting down on the podium and shifting back and forth a bit. “This isn’t too bad I guess.”

Down the hall in a special room Rarity was trying to catch her breath and keep from squeeing in delight. Things were going just as planed and it had her almost gitty in excitement.

“Now Rarity stay calm can’t seem too eager for what come next now can we.” She whispered to herself taking a few calming breaths as she floated over a small package.

Rarity returned with a triumphant smile, floating next to her was a package of half empty filly diapers. “I’m glad forgot to throw these away when Sweetie Belle out grew her bedwetting.” She explained as her magic began removing the onesie off the baby dragon.

Spikes eyes widened at the sight and he started turning for the door again even though he was being held in Rarity’s magic. “You didn’t say anything about wearing diapers!”

“Spikey you promised me you’d help.” Rarity reminded him putting a small whine into her voice. “And I already promised no one would know about this you, so you really have no need to be nervous.” Spike looked back at her uncertainly but Rarity smiled kindly. “I know how about you do this and I’ll give you a special gem treat for being such a great helper.” She bats her lashes for extra effect.

Spike blushed looking from the diaper to Rarity then back to the diaper before sighing, his shoulder slumping in defeat.

“Oh thank you Spikey now just hold still and I’ll take care of this.” Spike just nodded as Rarity floated one of the diapers out a quick bit of magic giving the tail hole the extra space need for the dragons larger tail, before wrapping it around spike the front displaying smiling sun along the crotch

Unable to hold back any longer Rarity squealed in delight quickly putting the onesie on spike. “Ohhh you look simply darling like this Spike!”

Spike tried to make his way back to the podium but the bulk between his legs caused him to slip and fall with a loud crinkle. “This is so embarrassing.”

Rarity giggled behind her hoof. “Oh come now it can’t be that bad, and you are just so adorable, oh can you try crawling on all fours for me spike I want to be sure the fabric doesn’t bunch up in the wrong place. Let me know if it does and I’ll get the next one ready.” She turns away fanning herself just a bit as she gets the next outfit ready with her magic.

Spike nodded taking his eyes of the unicorn’s backside to crawl around was surprised to find it was actually enjoyable. The diaper and onesie hugging him close. It’s like I’m really a baby dragon again he thought absently.

Rarity turned back around and felt warmth gathering within her. “Oh Spike just look at you, you are the cutest little dragon, I could just eat you up” She cooed. “But first more outfits.”

With a bit of magic she pulls the onesie away folding it up and holding up a little sailor suit. “I think you can put this one on yourself.” She teases.

“Of course I can!” He waddles up quickly taking the shirt and slipping it on, then tries the pants only to find they are much too small to cover the diaper.

“Oh dear guess I resized those too much.” Rarity says taking the shorts and turning sharply letting her tail brush along spikes face and giving a glimpse of her slit as she makes her way to the sewing machine, giving her hips just a little more sway.

Spike stares into the empty space his mind focused on that brief glimpse of the unicorn’s privates causing his little dragon to swell within his diaper.

“Oh Spike you just have to pose for me” Rarity coos from her sewing machine, smirking for a moment at the far off look on the dragons face.

“What kind of poses Rarity?”

“Oh anything you like dear, anything you do will be simply wonderful.” She smiles floating out a camera and snapping a photo as spike waddled back up the podium.

Hearing the snap, spike turns and his ear fins wilt in embarrassment, “Rarity that’s too much.” He whines softly trying in vain to cover the padding between his legs, blushing as his fumbling rubs the soft material against his slight arousal.

“Oh Spike it’s really not a big deal, I’ll be the only one to see these I promise you.” Rarity smiles unable to help the purr that entered her voice at the end.

Spike let out a soft whimper but slowly nodded feeling a bit better as Rarity’s face lit up in glee. He began doing pose after pose for the unicorn but soon a new problem was making its self-know. He needed to pee.

“Rarity can we take a bathroom break?” He asked nervously squeezing his legs together doing the potty dance much to Rarity’s enjoyment.

“Oh you can hold it a little longer I’m sure, just a few more poses please” She batted her eyelashes as the camera snapped away catching each strained expression on the dragon face.

“O-ok but hurry please.” He whined doing his best to hold on and do each pose as Rarity ask until it was too much, with a soft whine he feels the first drips escape that soon turn into a stream. His cheeks felt like they were on fire as he prayed that somehow the lovely unicorn wouldn’t notice. To his greater shame as the stream tapered off his dragon-hood was responding to the warmth surrounding it and growing more towards full mast.

Rarity suppresses a smirk as her plan is successful carefully snapping pictures as the suns on the front of Spike’s diapers turn into rain drops as they are flooded.

“Spikey that last one was perfect we’re almost done, now can you turn around and look over your shoulder at me, oh and stick your butt out more.” She instructed.

“L-like this Rarity?” He asked feeling the weight shifting between his legs as he pushes his rump up and out.

“Mmm perfect, now pout for me, like when Twlight takes your ice cream away, and do lift your tail just a bit sweetie.”

Spike lifts my tail slightly and sticks out his lower lip looking back at Rarity his eyes pleading.

“Yes that’s it spike, hold it that pose!” She snaps a few pictures making sure that the wet diaper is clearly visible. The expression the dragons face making it seem like he was begging to be changed.

“So um rarity how much longer?” Spike asked trying not to move his legs much.

“Oh that should do it Spike, now you run off and change into a new diaper and I’ll ready the next outfit.” She smiled pulling the shirt off and giving his rump a swift smack with her magic producing a soft squish.

I’m sure this next outfit with be one you’ll just love Spikey-Wikey she thinks to herself as the little dragon scurried off to the bathroom ashamed that his accident had been noticed.

In the bathroom Spike couldn’t help looking down at the plastic and fluff around him, his claw giving the front a quick squeeze, prompting a gasp of pleasure from him as the padding squeezes the head of his peeking shaft. In a bit of a daze he squeezed a few more times.

“I could get use to this.” He mumbled softly feeling his dick stiffen further in the warm confines.

“Spike do hurry up, or do I need to come help you!” Rarity calls from the dressing room.

Rarity’s voice broke the dragon’s pleasure trance as he drew his hand away sharply. “N-no I can handle it!” He shouted back quickly pulling the diaper off and wiping his scales off with toilet paper, being careful with his now exposed cock head.

“I can’t believe I was doing that.” He thought carefully taping the new diaper onto himself. But it sure felt good a niggling voice in his head pointed out at he ran back to Rarity.

“I’m ready Rarity, what’s next?” He asked hoping the blush was gone from his cheeks.

“Why this lovely dress.” Rarity smiles holding out a short white dress with pink ruffles around the sleeves and bottom. “Just hold up your arms up for me dear.”

“A dress!” He shouts then blushes looking a Rarity his eyes pleading. “Please Rarity; do I really have to wear that?”

“Well the order was made by a mare Spikey.” She cooed running her hoof along his spines to calm him down. “And this is the second to last outfit I promise.” She leaned down speaking into his ear fins.

He shuffled back and forth uneasily his diaper crinkling loudly.

“How about that nice gem I promised you, a yummy diamond for my little helper?” She whispered floating a long slender diamond in front of the young dragon, its edges and top rounded to blunt head.

Spike shivered as her breath blew across his scales prompting a quick surge from his cock within his fluffy confines, and drool started to form at the sight of the diamond. Thought the shape was vaguely familiar to him. Still the teasing and the treat were enough to make him nod.

The dress floated down over him the hem just covering the top half of his diaper.

“That’s my sweet dragon, and here’s your reward.” Rarity whispered softly. “But try to savor this treat; after all I got it just for you.” She spun it lightly in the air so that the slender flat tip was an inch away from the dragon’s mouth. “That means no biting; only licking and sucking, like a lollypop.” She purred the warm feeling in her loins growing as Spike nods and letting the diamond slip between his lips.

Spike smiled as the taste of the diamond washed across his tongue as he began to suck a bit of drool escaping as he looked up at Rarity as she back up his eyes clouded.

“That’s it Spike just like that.” She sighed sliding the bit of diamond slowly in and out of the dragon mouth, snapping pictures all the while from many angles always insuring the diaper and the dragons face were in the frame.

“Oh Idea! Can you lie on your back and hold the diamond in your claws for me spike.” He nods lying back holding the diamond himself, slowly taking more of it into his mouth with each suck his face flush as each movement made the padding compress around his tiny cock.

“Wike this Wawity?” He lisps around the diamond looking up at her

“Yes just like that” Rarity whispers biting back a moan as her marehood winked at the sight of the diapered sissy dragon sucking a diamond cock. “That’s just perfect.”

Spike let out a breath as he caught sight of Rarity’s damp slit when she turned around. The smell of her arousal reaching his nose, causing his cock to spurt a bit of pre-cum into his padding.

“Shall we put on the last outfit Spike? Than you can really enjoy your diamond.” She smirked glancing back and noticing where he was looking. Her magic slowly drawing the shaft from the dragon’s mouth tracing the blunt head across his lips.

“Wha-what’s the next one Rarity?” spike panted softly, his tongue flicking out to lick at the retreating diamond with a soft whine.

Rarity helped spike back to his feet and removed the dressed stowing it away at the bottom of the bag Spike had brought with him. A surprise for later she smirked.

The dress taken care off she held up a white blouse the sleeves frilled along with a red mini-skirt. “Do you like it darling?” she asks brushing the diamond along his cheeks leaving wet trails in its wake.

“Th-the skirt looks a bit small.” Spike whimpered feeling the saliva travel down his cheeks making them burn. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Now Spikey that wasn’t very nice.” She scolds floating the diamond to the clothes. “I think you should ask me nicely to wear this little outfit.” She tut’s. “That is if you want your treat.”

“But” Her firm gaze quickly stifles his protest. “Okay Rarity, I’m sorry, can I please wear that outfit?

“Which outfit do you mean my little spikey?” Rarity teased.

“The blouse and skirt, I want to wear them please.” He whispered his cheeks and ear fins burning in shame and arousal thought he couldn’t understand why.

“Of course Spikey, all you had to do was ask, now hold up your arm.” She cooed sidling up behind the dragon. Rarity used her hooves to move his arm into the sleeve and then the other buttoning the front slowly, letting her magic tease the diamond tip back between the dragon’s lips. “Such a good dragon, now get on all fours for me darling”

Spike blushed his tongue wrapping around the diamond and his lips trying to pull more of it into his mouth as he slowly sank to his knees lifting his butt into the air toward the unicorn.

“Now lift one leg at a time.” She coed stroking a hoof across his padded rump letting out an approving sound as the dragon obeyed lifting his right leg.

Appling a bit of pressure with her magic she aided spike in taking the diamond deeper into his mouth hearing him groan as the skirt slipped over his tail and one leg. “Now the other.”

Spike complied gagging slightly as almost half the diamond presses into his mouth.

Rarity eases it back for a moment before pressing it forward again. “You can do it spikey you’ve almost reach the middle ring.” She praised using her hooves to tug the skirt into place making sure to carefully brush the front of his diaper confirming that the dragon was fully aroused inside his diaper. She rewarded this fact with just a few accidental strokes of her hooves

My little sissy dragon enjoying this more then I’d hoped she thinks gleefully

Spike moaned around the diamond hoping that Rarity didn’t notice his hard nub within the diaper as his hips softly thrust forward. Half the diamond cock vanishing into his mouth by now. His jaw was feeling sore but he was unable to stop himself.

“Oh Spike you’re quite the sight but something’s still missing… close your eyes for me will you?” She asked her voice a bit husky as she left spike to his own devices for a moment sending a tendril of magic into his diaper causing the padding to gently compress around the tip of his penis encouraging the dragon to keep thrusting his hips and squeeze his legs together.

Spike didn’t even pause merely closing his eyes, to overcome to think it odd. More pre-cum escaped into his diaper every time he thrust, each splash making each thrust feel all the better coaxing moans around the diamond he was suckling.

Rarity shuttered in pleasure at the site as she gathered some fake lashes and eye shadow applying both to spike in just the right amounts to turn his looks from boyish to feminine. “hmm yes almost there just a few more touches.” She coos increasing the magic in his diaper.

“R-R-Rarity can I open my eyes yet?” Spike moaned.

“Not just yet darling but soon.” Rarity assured him applying a bit of blush to his cheeks. “Sweetie can you let the diamond go for just a moment I promise to give it right back.”

Whimpering and squirming in his growing pleasure spike relaxed his jaw allowing the diamond to be removed with a lewd pop.

“My goodness Spike you certainly have a talented mouth, taking half the diamond without a single bite marks, I’m very proud of you.” She praised stroking his scales while applying some lipstick to his damp lips her magic pumping the wet fluff around his penis in earnest.

“C-can I l-look now Rarity please?” Spike begged his member was pulsing and he felt like he was going to explode.

“One moment more darling, here’s your treat back.” She whispers sliding the diamond back into his eager mouth which he took with gusto. Trotting behind him, she brought one of her full length mirrors over and got the camera ready. This will be the best ones yet she thought eagerly her own juices sliding down her legs but she didn’t care.

“Now spike sit up on your knees and spread your legs nice and wide.” Spike did though he whimpered unable to stop his hips from rocking.

“Now open your eyes little Spikey I know you’ll love what you see.”

Spike open his eyes slowly his eyes widening as he beheld the sexy little dragoness in front of him, dressed in a school filly uniform and diaper and sucking a diamond cock.

Rarity took her first picture then, followed by a second as his expression turned to shock as he realized that the girl dragon was him.

With a cry the diamond dildo feel from his lips as his hands clenched the front of his diaper and he came hard into the padding. Moaning as he fired spurt after spurt of seed darkening the diaper to the point that the suns began to change to raindrops. The entire time Rarity kept snapping away with her camera catching each expression of pleasure on the dragons face.

Rarity smiled setting the camera down as spike began to stop shaking. Coming up behind the dragon she placed her hooves around his waist nuzzling his head and stroking the damp front gently. “That was wonderful Spikey-wikey, did my little dragon make another westie in his diapee?” She cooed into in ear fins.

Spike blushed hard in shame as he stared at the diamond on the ground feeling a heat on his back. “Y-yes Rarity.”

Rarity floated the diamond up her smile growing as Spike’s mouth open to accept it on autopilot but only teasing his lower lip. Her horn glowing brighter as she casts one final spell. “There is one more thing I need you help with Spikey. Would you like to help me just one more time?” she asked leaning back just a bit.

“H-how can I help?” Spike asked turning to look at her before quickly looking down as he felt something hard and throbbing against his back and tail. Rarity gave a small thrust of her hips causing her new cock to bounce against the little dragon.

“I have a diamond that needs shining Spikey and you’re just the dragon to do it.” She smirked floating the diamond over to hover next to her cock so Spike could see they matched. “You already have some practice after all.”

Spike blushed feeling his cock growing hard all over again as he dropped to his knees and began to nuzzles and kiss Rarity’s shaft.

Rarity let out a happy moan rubbing his spines. “Oh Spike that’s a good girl.” She moved the diamond so the tip rubbed up and down his diaper making it crinkle. “Lift your little butt up for me.”

Spike grunted softly raising sitting on his knees and taking the first inch of Rarity into his mouth, showing just as much care as he did for the diamond. It tastes even better than the diamond, he thought, the thought prompting a shot of pre-cum.

Rarity grunted in pleasure enjoying the dragon’s hot wet mouth engulfing her, as her magic tugged his diaper down enough to press the diamond against his butt hole. “I hope you’re ready to wet your diaper again Spike.”

Spike shivered his hole twitching as it was slowly spread open, causing a spurt of pre-cum to jet into his already damp padding.

Rarity took her time sliding the diamond in slowly in and out at a measured pace, while doing the same with the dragons mouth feeling the dragons lips brushing her medial ring. “Yes spikey please your stallion!” She moaned

Spike groaned around her shaft lifting his hands up to stroke the rest of Rarity’s shaft eagerly bobbing his head faster, his tail hole sucking in the diamond with the same fever.

“Oh yes Spike I’m so close!” Rarity cried speeding her thrusts in both holes Spike crying up in surprised pleasure as the diamond brushed his prostate.

Spike shivered feeling like he was about to explode into his diapers again, his ass clenching rhythmically; while his mouth serviced Rarity’s meat with all his might.

With a loud whinny Rarity held spike in place as she began to flood his mouth with cum, her magic drilling the diamond back and forth with each surge of pleasure. “Drink it all Spikey, Drink it all!”

Spike swallowed drinking all of the mare’s seed even as his eyes roll back as he came again into his diaper, even harder than before completely soaking the front and causing it to visibly sag.

Rarity whinnied softly her body shuddering releasing a few more few more spurts into the dragon’s mouth as she went limp. “Spike that was divine” She purred pulling the diamond out slowly and lifting the diaper back into place.

Spike panted his eye closed as he gave a final swallow his stomach feeling full and warm from his meal.

Rarity patted his head as the dragon licked his lips. “Did you make another wetsie in you diapee Spikey?” Rarity teased rolling the little dragon onto his back smirking at the obvious sag in the diaper as her penis faded away.

Spike nodded his blush back as he felt the diaper squish around him, the sticky feeling inside his diaper impossible to ignore.

“Good girl, Rarity is very proud of you.” She praised floating a ruby into his claws. “You were a great help to me today Spike.”

Spike ate the ruby slowly still able to taste Rarity’s cum as he swallowed the gem treat. “Hey um Rarity, do… do you think we could do this again sometime? Since it is just between us and all.” He asked nervously.

Rarity hugged the dragon. “But of course my little Spikey, but I think you deserve a few mementos for being such a great assistant.” She floated three of the filly diapers into his bag along with the diamond dildo making sure Spike was watching. “I’ll even let you keep the outfit.”

Spike blushed but smiled returning the hug. “Thank you Rarity.”

“Think nothing of it Spike, now you best get back to Twilight, I’m sure I’ve kept you longer then she expected.” She gave the dragon a little nudge guiding him out of the room and toward the stairs.

“Oh your right just let me change first.” He said reaching for the tapes on his diaper, only for Rarity to place a hoof over them causing him to look back at her.

“Did I say change before you left Spikey? You should know better by now.” She moved his hands away, inwardly happy when the dragon put up only token resistance.

“But other poines might see me.” He whimpered his shame and embarrassment returning.

“You’ll just have to be careful then won’t you? Or I could see if rainbow could give you a ride, I’m sure she can get you there fast.” She teased enjoying the look of horror on the dragon’s face.

“Nononon!” Spike shook his head waddling to the front door. “I’ll… I’ll walk” He whispers. “S-see you later Rarity.”

“Have a good day Spikey, and thank you again.” She smiled brightly floating his backpack over before he could forget it.

Spike smiled a little back opening the door a crack and looking around. Coast clear, giving one last glance to the skirt and cum filled diaper around his waist, he made a run for the nearest bush eager to get back to the library.

Robin

Robin just could not believe where he was or what was happening to him!  He was standing behind the curtains of a small private night-club theatre waiting to be introduced.  That in itself was not so unusual but what he was wearing certainly was.  Instead of his grown-up masculine attire he was dressed from head to foot in a cute ruffled little girls dress, nursery print panties, knee high socks and a big pink ribbon tied in a bow in his hair!  How did he get himself into this predicament?

Ever since he was a boy Robin had loved to secretly dress himself in little girls dresses.  As he grew older he learned that this behaviour was not something that most people accepted as ‘normal’ and fortunately he was never caught indulging in his secret activity.  Robin always believed that he would someday outgrow his need to dress up but at twenty-eight years old he still was in dresses and panties.  Robin found the most pleasure by dressing in ‘little girl’ or ‘baby girl’ outfits though finding things to fit his six foot two frame was almost impossible.

One day while reading an underground sex magazine he happened across an advert placed by a woman who, for a fee, would dominate me.  This woman specialised in treating grown men like little girls and babies and to Robin this sounded like a dream come true.  What was even better was the tact that she was an expert seamstress and could provide him with all the tailor made outfits that he could not find elsewhere.

After calling the telephone number in the advert Robin made an appointment to meet this woman, who liked to be called ‘Mistress Ann’.  That was the beginning of a long and very satisfying relationship for him.  While he was with his Mistress he was dressed up and treated just like the little princess that he always wanted to be.

The clothes that Mistress Ann made for him included dresses, rompers, and frilly sun suits along with the most darling ruffled panties.  Sometimes Robin was dressed up in baby girl clothes complete with diapers and waterproof baby panties.  Robin loved to be dominated by Mistress Ann and she could be quite strict with him but he loved every minute of it.  After being with his beloved Mistress for a while they learned that Robin also craved the humiliation of being seen in his little dresses by others.  Every time he was put in his ruffles and bows and was exposed to strangers his penis would become stiff and throb beneath his panties.  His wee-wee would always become stiff while he was having his diaper changed and Mistress Ann knew just how to rub it to make Robin happy.  He was in his own little heaven until the night that he found himself dressed in his best little dress behind the curtain of the theatre waiting to be introduced.

It had started out as just another session with Mistress Ann.  He had arrived at her apartment around eight p.m. as usual and she greeted him warmly at the door.

“How is my little girl tonight?"  she smiled and asked as she let him in.

“Just fine, Mommy."  He replied in a little girl lisp.  Robin always called his Mistress ‘Mommy’ when he was with her.

“I have a big surprise for you tonight, sweetheart,” she said as she took his hand and guided him into the bathroom.  In the bathroom she took all of his grown-up masculine clothes off of him and sat him in a big bubble bath.  Although he kept asking her what the surprise was she would only smile and tell him to wait.

After he was bathed she smoothed a depilatory cream all over him except for his head to make sure that he did not have any hair left anywhere on his body.  This was something that Robin had never had done to him before and he felt funny as all his pubic hair was washed off.  Finally he was all clean and sweet smelling as well as hairless as a toddler.  Taking his hand again she took her naked little ‘girl’ into the bedroom that she used for her clients to get him dressed.  Along one wall was a giant baby’s crib full of stuffed animals and baby toys and next to it was a big dresser full of baby and little girl clothing.  Going to the crib she picked up a large baby bottle full of warm milk and handed it to him saying that she wanted him to finish all of the bottle before she was through dressing him.  He usually didn’t take bottle unless he was going to be dressed as a baby but he took it anyway.  As he sucked his bottle she opened the top dresser drawer and rummaged around, finally pulling out a cute pair of little girl's panties.

“How do you like these, Robin?"  She asked, although she knew that they were his favourite pair.  They were white satin with little pink puppies and kittens printed on them.  On the seat was embroidered in bright red letters ‘Sugar ‘N Spice ‘N Everything Nice’.  He clapped his hands and laughed as she put them on him.  “We are going somewhere very special tonight and I want my little girl to look her best."  she said as she went to the closet and selected a ruffled satin slip for him to put on.

“Where are we going, Mommy?"  he asked as she pulled the slip over his head and buttoned it in back.

“That is a surprise, Robin, but I have made a new dress for you just for tonight."  She went to the closet again and returned with the cutest white satin dress with a pink ruffled hem and short puffed sleeves.  The dress had a ruffled yoke with pink flowers embroidered on it.  It looked just like the dress he had seen a four year old little girl wear at his church and when his mistress put it on him he could once again feel his pee-pee begin to harden and rub against the inside of his satin panties.  The only thing that he didn’t like about his new dress was that it was so short that it only came down to his waist and didn’t cover all of his panties.  He kept trying to pull it down further until Mistress Ann slapped his hands and told him to stand still.

Next came knee high pink ruffled socks and white one-strap patent leather shoes.  His Mistress had a wig of long blonde hair that she put on him and she tied his new hair with a big pink ribbon and bow.  He finally finished his bottle of milk although it had tasted funny and he handed the empty baby bottle back to his Mistress.  She patted him on the head and remarked at what a good little girl he was being.

After he was dressed she put him in front of a full-length mirror so that he could admire his pretty new outfit.  Robin was stunned!  Staring back at him from the mirror was a little three or four year old toddler in a precious party dress!  The fact that the little girl was six feet tall didn’t seem to matter at all to him.  His dress was shorter than he liked and when he turned around he could see the embroidery on the seats of his panties.  While she stood there pirouetting and admiring himself in the mirror he could feel his penis stiffen.  His Mistress left and soon returned carrying a big cloth bag.  She smiled at him and said, “Is my little girl ready to go?  Good, give me your hand."  She led him into her garage and put him into her care.  Robin felt funny while walking around in a dress, especially one so short.  He was used to wearing long men’s pants and his hairless legs felt bare and cold.  As they pulled out of the garage his Mistress explained to him, “We are going to a little show tonight, dear, so I want you to be on your best behaviour, okay?”

“What kind of show, Mommy?"  Robin asked while trying vainly to pull his skirt down.  Sitting down made his dress pull up even further and now it was up above his waist!

She smiled at him and said, “A group of us professional dominatrixes have decided that we are going to put on a little show featuring some of out clients.  The people in the audience have paid a lot of money to watch us perform.  There will be every thing form B&D, Leather, S&M, Fetishism and of course...  you!"  Robin gasped in horror, never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined being put on stage in front of a whole room of strangers while in his little outfits!  This was awful!

“No!  I won’t do it!"  he cried in terror.

“Yes you will do it, Robin,” his Mistress replied sternly.  “You will do exactly what I tell you to do and you will do it because we both know that you love being humiliated like this.  This is going to be the best night of your life and you know deep down that you want to let everyone see you dressed like this.  Besides, if you don’t do this then you can forget coming back to me or any dominatrix in this city.  You have had a pretty good thing going up until now but if you don’t go along now it will be all over and you will just have to go back to being the lonely frustrated man that you were before you met me.”

Robin knew she was right, she was always right.  While the thought of the coming ordeal made him cringe with terror it also made his little peter tickle as it rubbed against the inside of his panties.  They both knew that he could always do exactly what his Mommy told him to do and he might as well accept it.

They finally pulled up behind a downtown night-club and entered through the back door.  There were greeted by a woman dressed in black leather and when she saw Robin in his little dress she burst into laughter and said, “Ann, he is precious!  You sure know how to treat your men, or should I say ‘girls’!"  Robin blushed a deep red and once again began pulling on the hem of his dress.  The two women led him backstage and instructed him to wait quietly until his name was called.  Everyone that he could see was dressed in bizarre costumes, some were dressed in leather, some in rubber, and some people had not clothes on at all!  They all burst into laughter when they saw him though and all he could to was hold his head in shame.  After instructing him on what to do Mistress Ann left him alone and went off with the woman dressed in black.  He stood there tugging on his skirt and trying to keep his nursery panties from showing.  He could hear all sorts of strange things going on on the other side of the curtain.

Every once in a while a name was called and one of the strangely dressed participants would go on stage.  It sounded like there were a lot of people in the audience and they would occasionally all burst into laughter or clap.  After about an hour Robin suddenly realised he desperately needed to go to the bathroom.  If he didn’t pee right away he knew that he was going to have accident!  Suddenly he realised why his Mistress had made him drink a baby bottle before they left.  She had put a diuretic called Lasix into the milk.  She had done that before to get him to wet himself and he should have recognised the bitter flavour.  He knew from past experience that there was no way that he could hold off.

Before he could do anything he heard his name announced and someone behind him shoved him through the curtain and onto the stage.  When the crowd of about sixty people saw him they all howled with laughter.  Mistress Ann was already on stage with her big cloth bag and she was holding a microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce my little girl,” she said as she dragged Robin to the middle of the stage.  All he could do was stand there and try to pull his dress down further to cover his panties.  “Tell the nice people your name, sweetheart."  She said and shoved the microphone in his face.

Robin said in a voice that was just barely audible, “My name is Robin.”

“Louder, we can’t hear her!"  Was shouted from the audience.

His Mistress lifted the back of his dress and swatted him smartly on his fanny and said to him, “You better speak up if you know what’s good for you, young lady!  Now tell the people your name and how old you are!”

With tears of shame running down his cheeks he said in a loud voice, “My name is Robin and I am four years old!”

When the people in the audience heard that they once again began to laugh.  Robin stood there shaking with his knees pressed tightly together trying desperately not to pee.  His Mistress had him slowly turn around so that she could show off his pretty new dress.  She made him turn with his back to the audience and raise his dress so that everyone could see his panties and the fancy embroidery print.  Never in his life had he felt so humiliated!  He just wanted to die right there.  The worst part was the fact that his penis was so stiff that it was poking his panties out.  When he turned around everyone saw this they burst into loud guffaws.  That was the last straw for him, As he stood there trembling and whimpering he could feel the warm trickle start to run down his legs and soak his socks.  He knew he was wetting himself but there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop.  As he began to pee in earnest a big puddle began to form under him and a loud splashing sound could be heard.  When the crowd realised what he was doing they all roared with laughter, even his Mistress was laughing at him.  “What is this?"  She said, trying to sound shocked.  “Is my little girl wetting her panties in front of all these nice people?  What a bad little girl you are!  You know what I do when you wet yourself, don’t you?"  she demanded of him.

Robin had tears of shame and relief rolling down his cheeks.  He knew very well from past experience what his punishment would be and he numbly shook his head up and down.

“Tell the people what happens to little girls who wet their nice new clothes!"  She ordered him.

He sobbed and said, “Little girls who wet their pants get a spanking.”

The crowd loved it!  Someone placed a chair in the middle of the stage and Mistress Ann led her thoroughly humiliated little girl over to it.  By that time he had stopped peeing but his panties and the front of his new satin dress as well as his ruffled socks were soaking wet.  His Mistress sat down in the chair and laid a large rubber sheet across her lap.  Then she ordered him to lay across her knees and lifted her skirt.  Someone handed her a big wooden handled hairbrush and she pulled his soaked panties to his ankles and began to paddle his bottom red with the back of the hairbrush.  He was determined not to break down and cry but after a while he was wailing and kicking like a little toddler.  The audience loved it and yelled encouragement to his Mistress to keep it up.

“You have been behaving like a big baby wetting yourself like that,” she said after pulling his skirt down and standing him back up.  “Since you are acting like such an infant perhaps these nice people think you would be better off wearing baby diapers!  You are obviously not old enough to wear big girl clothes.”

The audience burst into laughter and began cheering.

“Please, Mommy!"  Robin sobbed, rubbing his flaming bottom, “don’t make me wear a diaper in front of everyone!  I promise I won’t wet myself again!  I promise."  He was becoming cold standing there in a wet dress with his panties still around his ankles

“Mommy knows what is best for her little girl, doesn’t she?"  she asked.

Robin was horrified!  It was bad enough to have to wear a dress and be spanked in front of a whole room full of people, but now he was going to be dressed up like a baby!  He had never worn any of his baby outfits in front of anyone but his Mistress before.  Once again he began to cry in shame.

“Now don’t cry little baby, Mommy has a nice dry diaper for you."  She said as she took a large quilt out of her bag and spread it on the floor.  Robin’s Mistress very quickly pulled his wet clothing off of him and ordered him to lay on the baby quilt.  He felt just awful laying there with absolutely nothing on but the people in the audience were loving it.  He tried to cover his stiffy with his hands but of course everyone knew what he was doing.  From her big cloth bag Mistress Ann pulled a large adult sized disposable diaper and a can of baby powder.  She sprinkled powder on his tummy and gently smoothed it in all the while talking to him as if he were a small infant.  She had him roll over on his tummy so she could powder his still sore and red bottom and then she had him roll back over and raise his hips so that she could slip the diaper under him.  She slapped his hands away from his penis and everyone could see how stiff and hard it was because it was sticking straight up.  His Mistress smiled at Robin and slowly and gently began rubbing his peter up and down as he lay there.

“Please, Mommy!"  He whispered, “don’t do that here!"  She just continued to stroke him while the audience watched.

“That doesn’t look like a little girl to me!"  Someone in the audience shouted and everyone began to laugh.  The humiliation and the gentle stroking soon had Robin flushed and breathing hard.

“Is Robin going to wet herself again?"  Mistress Ann asked as he began to gasp and moan.

“Yes, Mommy, Yes!"  He began to moan to himself over and over as he felt his orgasm rising.  Suddenly he felt wave after wave of pleasure that made him groan loudly, his penis spurting.  His Mistress quickly pulled his diaper up between his legs and taped it as he lay there convulsing in ecstasy and coming in his diaper.

“There, there baby, don’t you feel much better now?"  She asked soothingly as she finished diapering him.  The people in the audience were laughing and jeering at him as he slowly recovered.  “You can see that my little girl has wet herself again!"  Mistress Ann laughed and said to them.

She pulled a pastel pink pair of plastic lined rhumba panties out of her bag and put them on over Robin’s diaper.  They were his favourite pair of baby pants and he just loved the cute little ruffles across the bottom.  He lay on the quilt as if in a daze as she took a large frilly baby bonnet that had Robin embroidered on it and placed it on his head, tying it in place with a pink ribbon and a big bow.  Next she produced a large babies pacifier which she placed in his mouth and ordered him to suck on it.  A large baby rattle was pushed into his hand.  She took his other hand and helped him to stand up and said to the audience, “Ladies and gentlemen may I introduce you to my little baby Robin!"  Robin blushed a deep red and shook his rattle, which sent the audience into a fit of laughter.  He seemed to be dazed and bemused but not at all embarrassed anymore.  He did not seem to be aware of the fact that he was idly rubbing the front of his baby panties over the bulge of his pee-pee.  Mistress Ann rightly guessed that he had reached a state where he could not feel humiliation or embarrassment anymore and she decided that it was time to take him home.  She gathered up his wet clothing and announced to the audience that Robin had to be taken home and put in his crib.  The audience gave them a standing ovation as she led her baby girl backstage and placed him in the car.

He did not seem to notice that he was wearing a baby diaper as they drove home, he was still softly rubbing himself between his legs.  When they stopped at a red traffic light a car full of young teenage girls pulled up along side of them and they glanced over and started laugh at the grown man wearing a baby bonnet.

“Hey!  Why doncha’ take your baby home and change his diapers!"  One of the girls shouted as they drove away laughing.  Robin seemed still to be off in his own world though and just smiled at them.

When they arrived back at the apartment Robin seemed to become himself once again.  His Mistress took him by the hand and led him inside while telling him what a good little girl he had been that night and patting him affectionately on his ruffled bottom.  She checked his diaper and found him once again soaking wet and in need of a change.

As he lay on his back in the crib to have his diaper changed, she asked him, “You aren’t mad at Mommy for all the thing I had you do at the show tonight are you, honey?”

Robin smiled at her from around the nipple of the baby bottle that she had given him.  He thought about what he had gone through that night and once again his wee-wee began to stiffen.  “No, Mommy,” he said in a sweet toddlers voice.  “Robin still loves you!”

Mistress Ann smiled down at him and softly began to stroke his stiff penis.  He loved to lay in his crib and have her play with him like this and soon he had another huge orgasm.

After Robin had been diapered and put into his little nightie he was tucked into the crib and his favourite dolly was placed in his arms.  His Mistress turned out the light in the nursery and she left to take a long hot shower.  She thought about the events of the night.  Robin really was a sweet little girl she thought to herself as she prepared for bed.  She went to her room and prepared a nice soft diaper for herself.  It had taken some doing but Robin had finally introduced her to the pleasure of sleeping in a soft warm baby diaper.  After her diaper was pinned into place she softly tiptoed into the nursery.  She quietly let the side of the crib down and crawled into bed with Robin.

“Wake up, honey!"  She softly called out to him and gently shook him awake.  No only was Robin a sweet little girl, but he was also a wonderfully powerful lover.  She had long ago stopped charging him for her services.

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