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Dungeon of Crawling.
For Toya
By Psudo Argyraspides
“Does puppy need his pacifier?” The bigger wolf said, reaching around to where his leather and fur jerkin’s belt was, and pulling something out of a pouch, “It took me a week to find this after you threw it away, you know,” Aeden said smugly, holding up the clean, polished wood and leather of the pacifier, which he must have tracked down and dug up by scent alone, “Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s not nice to throw away a present, runt? Open up.”
By this point, the little wolf was beyond proper words. Tears were forming in his eyes, and things were only getting worse by the second. He had a pacifier, his pacifier, something Toya had hoped he’d be rid of forever, since each of them was made for a specific puppy, and all the pups in the village right now were too young to be separated from theirs, even for a little while. When he disobeyed the order, fighting his instinct to submit to the clearly more dominant canine, Aeden put his hand over Toya’s nose and squeezed it shut, kneeling on his arms to keep them pinned. Toya whined, trying to hold his breath. A few seconds later, he had to suck air, and, before he could close his muzzle again, the long familiar sensation of his pacifier’s leather nipple being forced into his maw sent a flood of endorphins through his mind. He relaxed compulsively, the never quite gotten rid of suckle reflex kicking in a few moments later, and forcing him back into his long hated puppy head space, just like Aeden knew it would.
“There’s a good runt, right back where you belong,” Aeden said, reaching over and picking the now limp Toya up by his nape. “Let’s get you to the puppy pen. Maybe if you stamp your feet some more and cry your widdle eyes out one of the nursemaids will hear and come feed you.”
He wasn’t very far off from the truth. In the intervening moments, Toya felt his bladder give, immediately soaking the dozen or so layers of soft padding through with his urine, which only didn’t leak by virtue of its thickness. A few seconds later, the smell reached the bullies and they laughed at him all the more pointedly, not even bothering to dust the snow off of him before dropping him back onto his unraveled sleeping bundle and pinning him while they wrapped him up securely, using the same techniques that were used to calm a pup.
“Let’s see you squirm out of this,” Aeden said, reaching around behind him and taking out a long, wound strip of leather, probably looted from the store closets, and began to bind him with it, keeping the bundle from unraveling even as they used it to drag him along behind them. As much as he wanted to call out for help, with the pacifier in his maw, there was nothing Toya could do. His suckle reflex had always been too strong to let him vocalize with something in his maw, and, even without his pacifier, he’d had the humiliating experience of being caught sucking his thumb in the adolescent’s tent on several occasions. His nursemaid’s insistence that he should be nursed to encourage proper growth, all the way up until his fourth litterday, had saddled him with the commonly used nickname milk drinker, one which he despised above all else.
Gagged as he was, Toya could only squirm in his soaked diaper and tight wrappings as he was dragged not back to the adolescent tent, but to the one reserved for newly born litters and their caretakers — that was always where he ended up after a blanket party — and his heart sank. In the morning someone would realize he didn’t belong there, and couldn’t get out, and they’d ask him who it was that did it, even though they all already knew. Toya would lie, and say he didn’t know, since Aeden was the son of the pack’s leader, and practically above reproach, then sit with his tail between his legs as rumors circulated that he wanted to be a puppy forever, which was why he kept sneaking into the litter tent, colloquially known as the puppy pen, and needed diapers even though he should have grown out of them years ago.
“Night night, runt. I’d better not see you around my tent for another week, or being stuck in the puppy pen will be the least of your concerns,” Aeden said, personally dragging him into the large, round enclosure,and depositing him none to gently into the wooden pen where all the yearlings slept, a few of whom whined and yowled at their interrupted sleep. Toya started to cry, too, having held back all this time, he buried his face in the covers, rolled over onto his side, and bawled, taking solace in so deep an expression of his humiliation, and, in that manner, went back to sleep.
***
“N-nnghh… W-what stinks…?” Farix grumbled, slowly blinking awake as the sleepy lethargy began to wear off,letting him pull his wits back about him, and returning the control of his senses. The skunk felt confined, almost claustrophobic, on all sides but the front, where there was another furry entity that he didn’t quite recognize at once. The colorful lanterns around the giant nursery had dimmed somewhat to allow them a comfortable nap, and Farix was glad for that. It was Toya, he realized belatedly, that he had cuddled up with this time, who had soiled his diaper so thoroughly during their trial that the smell was escaping even the heavy seal of the elastic waistband, and Farix, despite being a skunk himself, found obnoxious.
Despite himself, Farix also knew that he, too, would have to wet himself soon. He had, near the beginning of the laxative trial, drank a fair amount of water to prevent dehydration, as had the rest of them, and now he was going to pay the price. Knowing it couldn’t be helped, the skunk released the tension of his bladder, and the discomfort of needing to pee was soon replaced by the shame of having peed his pants like the cub he was dressed as.
“M-mmmmnnghh…” Toya whimpered, and, opening his eyes for the first time, Farix noticed that…
“Oh my gods…” The skunk said, and couldn’t force down a smile as he looked at the wolf, thumb thoroughly entrenched in his muzzle like a puppy, suckling on it every few seconds. Farix blushed on the wolf’s behalf, and gently nuzzled the side of his head, “You poor thing… If the others found out you’d get teased to death…” Farix backed away a bit, apparently having unwittingly bundled himself and Toya in several blankets while they slept, and slowly disentangled himself from the wolf, crawling out and onto the mattress. Everyone else was still asleep, thankfully, Matteo and Anzu sleeping together a short distance away in the oversized crib. He turned back to the puppy, and blushed on Toya’s behalf… “He looks so… small,” he thought, marveling at how a simple change in clothing and scenery had turned Toya, whom he’d always seen as a fiercely independent roguish type, into something that looked like it would be terrified of a large shrew.
Cautiously, Farix slipped his arms under the blanket bundle, tightening it in places where it looked like he could, then pulled Toya’s head into his lap, wondering if the wolf would wake up if he started cooing at him…
“There’s a good puppy…” Farix eventually said, unable to resist the desire to comfort the sleeping wolf after what he’d been through earlier, even if he likely would have poisoned him if he knew what he’d done. “Shhhh, there’s my good boy, nice and comfy cozy…” Gentle as a mother hen, the skunk ran his paw through Toya’s hair, scratched behind his ears, and watched the wolf unwittingly curl himself up in his lap, docile and vulnerable as an actual puppy. “Hey… Where’d that come from?” The skunk eventually said to himself, examining Toya’s onesie in a bit greater detail, and saw that, unknown to him before, it had a small pacifier clip with a ribbon dangling from it, and a somewhat overly large pacifier with a lacquered wooden shield and a sturdy leather nipple. He recognized the design, it was distinctly lupine tribal, and, Farix thought, it might actually have been Toya’s at one point. If he still has a suckle reflex… The skunk thought to himself, that would be much easier to hide than sucking his thumb…
Feeling a bit sorry for Toya, who, even as Farix doted over him, had just wet himself yet again, the full effects of the potion they’d all been plied with not yet having fully exited his system, the skunk ever so gently pulled the wolf’s thumb from his mouth, and was in the middle of slipping the leather nub of the pacifier back in where it belonged when, to Farix’s dismay, the wolf slowly opened his eyes. “W-whaa… Fawixth?” Toya said, apparently unaware of the pacifier between his lips, and looked dumbly up at the frightened skunk. Slowly, Farix watched Toya’s eyes turn to the pacifier stuffed in his maw, then recognition, realization, and the sudden flush of black fur to a bright rosy pink as he blushed like a schoolgirl, mortified at what the skunk had seen. “P-pweeth dun teww anyone…” Toya said, not angry as Farix had suspected, and, in fact, expected him to be, but rather more terrified and vulnerable than the skunk had ever seen him before.
“No, of course not…” Farix replied quickly, laying back down with the wolf, who, even as he watched, was beginning to tear up around the edges.
“P-pwomith…?” Toya replied, both of his ears going flat against his head as he wiggled his way around to face Farix, away from Matteo and Anzu. Again, as before, it struck him just how vulnerable the wolf was being, and how uncharacteristic that was for him. Farix had known Toya for years, and never had he imagined seeing the wolf curled up in a swaddle, diaper thoroughly soaked and messy, dressed in a onesie and pacifier, and begging him to keep his shameful secret from general knowledge. Farix sighed, and consoled the little wolf a bit further, using every trick he could think of to calm, soothe, and otherwise entice Toya back to sensibility, which, eventually, he did, letting his pacifier slip from his mouth, “I had a… Weird dream,” Toya said submissively, looking away, “I’m not usually like… this, anymore. Okay? It’s not me.”
“Want to talk about it?” Farix said, wriggling a bit closer to the wolf in the bundle they shared, and wrapping his arms around him. “You know I’ll keep whatever you say between us. Promise.”
Toya looked unconvinced, but the skunk could tell that he needed to talk to someone, and if not him, then it would just fester inside of him until he told it to whoever he came across, and that might very well be someone unpleasant. He sighed after a few seconds of thought, then rested his nose against Farix’s chest, ears back, “Have you ever been… Bullied?” Toya said, looking away from the skunk, “You know, had someone torment you because you were different?”
Farix blinked, wondering if that was some sort of joke, “Toya,” Farix said, presuming that he was, in fact, serious, “I’m a mage. Pretty much wherever I go people take one look at me, and decide I’m too dangerous to be left free. It’s been like that since my magika started to surface when I was five…”
Toya nodded, apparently convinced to some extent, “I was… Well, a runt I guess you’d say,” The wolf said, blushing, as though that hadn’t exactly been obvious. He’d filled in a fair bit since becoming an adventurer, probably because of the constant good food and exercise, “I don’t know how you skunks treat runts, but in wolf tribes… Well, you’re given the lowest status possible, and the jobs everyone else doesn’t want.”
Farix swallowed uncomfortably. Wolf tribes weren’t exactly democratic, and independent thinkers were often either put in their place, as the wolf saying went, or expelled from the pack. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t intended to be. Their society was one of strict hierarchy, and, needless to say, Farix hadn’t gotten along very well with them. “What did they do to you?” He said, hoping to draw out a few more details about Toya’s past, which he’d been curious about for literally years at this point.
“Treated me like a cub… mostly,” The wolf said quietly, whimpering and laying his ears in shame, “Which is why I… kind of freaked out back there… They had lots of nasty names for me… Milk drinker was their favorite.”
Sheesh… poor puppy, Farix thought, remembering how cute he’d looked suckling in his sleep just a few minutes ago, and sighed, seeing that Toya was waking up, and he probably wasn’t going to get much more information out of him tonight, “I think we should wake the others up,” he said, wiggling a bit in their swaddle, and Toya nodded, “I’d rather not linger here in… This,” he said, indicating his own, and the wolf’s, heavily used diapers. Even if Farix’s was only soaked, it was still dreadfully embarrassing and uncomfortable to be stuck in.
Very carefully, doing their best not to further apply pressure to their used pampers, the two of them crawled out of the bundle and went around to Matteo and Anzu, both of whom where in a likewise position, and neither of which had the mage and rogue’s natural agility.
“Matteo, get that out of my face,” Anzu grunted, turning his head aside to avoid catching his beak on the raccoon’s sagging diaper as he crawled past him and out of the swaddle, but soon the four were laying in a circle on the crib, the far bars of which had slid down, and, from what they could see, there was now an oversized changing table in one corner.
“Hey, how about those free diaper changes you owe us?” Toya said, glowering at nothing as he beckoned, “You’d better not go back on your word about that, jerkwad!”
“Oh? I do believe I promised you a free change, that means one, singular, change, not four,” the owl said with clear condescention, and everyone in the group, even the usually even-tempered Matteo, suddenly boiled with anger.
“WHAT?” The four of them said in unison, realizing that they would not, in fact, be able to ditch the heavily used pampers after all, at least not without giving up a whole year of their age in the process.
“That son of a…” Toya started to say, but, as though by magic, the pacifier still clinging to his onesie leapt from its ribbon and plonked itself right between the wolf’s lips, silencing him. “W-wahhthaheww?” Toya said, trying to pull the pacifier out of his muzzle, or spit it out, but it might as well have been glued on for all the progress he made.
“Since the group of you are cubs now,” the faerie said, somewhat amused by the sound of his voice, “Swearing is now forbidden. Any adult language I hear will result in one hour looking as adorable as Toya does now. Am I clear?”
There was a few minutes of silence as everyone, including a grumbling, fussing, clearly frustrated wolf, climbed out of the crib and back onto their own two feet. “I think that Toya should get the free change,” Farix said, looking around and surprising everyone, “He… is kind of the one that bought it with his dignity, right? He’s also kind of smaller than the rest of us already. And…” Farix said, looking with dismay at how his onesie was struggling to keep the woefully over filled diaper from sagging, “He also needs it… P-U, Toya…”
“And that’s coming from a skunk,” Matteo added in, blushing a bit at the irony, and they all had a bit of a chuckle, much needed after the discomfort they’d been through that day. Toya blushed a bit from the implications, and squirmed in his overloaded pamper, still, even at the ripe age of twenty four, unable to fully control his suckle reflex, and finding the pacifier gently bobbing in his muzzle as he instinctively sucked on it. “Go ahead, Toya. We can wait until we’re out of here.”
The wolf blushed, but didn’t otherwise complain, standing up and waddling haphazardly over to the changing table in the hopes that he would at least be able to change his own diaper, but, at the same time, knowing that was dreadfully unlikely. As he approached, an unseen force, almost like the invisible owl from earlier, picked him up under the arms and held him firmly until he was six feet in the air, then gently lowered him, diaper first, onto the table.
It wasn’t the owl, Toya noticed, the hands were much larger, more canine than he remembered the talons on his nape feeling like, so he discounted that idea, hard as it was to think with the pacifier in his mouth. The diaper change was affectionate, even though Toya couldn’t see his caregiver, who might as well have been made of silence and air. The onesie snaps between his legs undid themselves, and the garment was pulled up around his chest. Next, a belt was put in place to strap the puppy down, not that he was planning on going anywhere and possibly sacrificing his only free change, and the invisible specter scratched him on the belly, sending the ticklish wolf into a childish giggle fit.
He could practically hear the cooing of his old caretaker from the puppy pen. D’aww, Toya you are such a cutie! She liked to say, and, blushing with the memory, Toya covered his belly to protect against more tickles as his diaper magically undid itself, and, leaving no trace of his mess stuck to his fur, for which the wolf was very grateful, it disposed of itself somewhere Toya couldn’t see. Another diaper unfolded in front of him, this one marginally thicker than the previous, and, grumbling, he got the impression that every additional change would get bulkier and bulkier, even as they got smaller and smaller…
“What? Don’t give me that look,” The faerie said into Toya’s ear, a sense of gloating self-satisfaction perforating his voice, “I’m giving the lot of you a second chance at being cubs. You should be thanking me!”
Since nobody else reacted to the voice, Toya assumed it was directed entirely at him, but, still with his muzzle stuffed full of pacifier, he had no way to reply, so only scowled and grumbled a bit in response.
“At least you’re not going to be a runt, this time,” the owl continued, and Toya’s face burned hotter with indignation, “I’ll make you a normal puppy, maybe even a bit bigger than normal, if you prefer.” The owl laughed playfully, a condescending sort of laugh that somehow managed to sting even more than Aeden’s sadistic, cutting chuckle. The faerie didn’t see him or his companions as anything more than toys, playthings, even Aeden hadn’t gone that far, and it just made Toya want to end this thing’s life all the more.
As Toya waited impatiently for the drawn out diaper change to end, his legs being lifted by invisible hands and the poofy, thick diaper slipped under his backside as had happened countless times before, Toya looked over and saw that a large picnic basket had appeared next to the door, and that his companions were examining it curiously. It was, as the kitchen table from before had been, full of food ranging from meat, vegetables, and fresh fruit to yet more plastic nursing bottles full of milk, but luckily the group had learned from their mistakes, and, despite having mostly emptied their systems into their diapers earlier that day, and now being ravenously hungry, they knew better than to eat from it.
The diaper was pulled up around the overgrown wolf puppy’s waist, powdered, and taped firmly in place. Then his onesie was buttoned back, and, thankful despite himself, Toya relaxed, in much better humor now that he wasn’t sitting in a small pile of his own mess. The belt unbuckled itself, thankfully, allowing the now slightly waddling wolf to hop down onto the floor and, a bit offset by the bulk between his legs, wiggle his way back over to his friends.
“Did the air just get clearer, or is it just me?” Matteo said playfully, strumming his lute as Toya approached. The wolf blushed, then smiled and looked back at the raccoon.
“Hey, am I the one in a full diaper?” Toya said, deliberately turning around to show off how he now longer sagged, considering half the party’s members still did, and Farix was well on the way too considering he had never actually messed, and now squirmed visibly in his seat, trying to fight down the much reduced, but still palpable desire to do just that.
“So I guess all this food is drugged to Tir na Nog, right?” Farix said, rather frustrated, at nobody in particular, speaking to their faerie captor.
“I see you’re all learning!” The faerie replied to all of them, chuckling again, “And yes, it is. You won’t be getting another meal until dinner time, and that’s several hours and several rooms away, so make your choice now. Would you rather be hungry for the rest of the day, or squirming in your little diapers for the rest of the day? The door to the next room will open in twenty minutes, make your choice.”
Everyone groaned at the memory of having to fight off the urges to wet and mess for so long, especially Toya, who had bared the brunt of that particular assault. Farix had just barely gotten through with his dignity intact, and didn’t relish a rematch with the potion that had forced everyone else in their group to soak and mess their pants, and, only by a feat of incredible will, had he been able to defeat it.
“Screw it,” Toya said, shaking his head, “I’ve been in plenty of messy diapers before, I’m not going to let this jerk mess with my head,” then reached into the basket, pulled out a grease-dripping leg of chicken, and sank his teeth into it, tearing off large chunks and chewing heartily before swallowing. He also took out a formula bottle, two apples, the rest of the chicken, and a cup of mashed potatoes without apparent apprehension to the knowledge that he was probably going to wind up in a messy diaper sooner, rather than later, expected to perform challenges in it, and it would cost him literal years off his age to get any further changes.
Slowly, the others joined in, eating willingly from the bounty of food and wondering what horrors they might have to endure through the next door. Each of them ate heartily and quickly, especially once Matteo started strumming an old hiking song of theirs and put a smile back on everyone’s face. Whatever happened, they’d be able to handle it together, even if the lot of them came out a bit littler than they were now, the bounty on this faerie was a heap of gold that would keep all of them fed and comfortable in a large mansion for several years or more, and it wasn’t like they were actually all going to wind up as babies, of course.
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Dungeon of Crawling.
For Toya
By Psudo Argyraspides
“Does puppy need his pacifier?” The bigger wolf said, reaching around to where his leather and fur jerkin’s belt was, and pulling something out of a pouch, “It took me a week to find this after you threw it away, you know,” Aeden said smugly, holding up the clean, polished wood and leather of the pacifier, which he must have tracked down and dug up by scent alone, “Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s not nice to throw away a present, runt? Open up.”
By this point, the little wolf was beyond proper words. Tears were forming in his eyes, and things were only getting worse by the second. He had a pacifier, his pacifier, something Toya had hoped he’d be rid of forever, since each of them was made for a specific puppy, and all the pups in the village right now were too young to be separated from theirs, even for a little while. When he disobeyed the order, fighting his instinct to submit to the clearly more dominant canine, Aeden put his hand over Toya’s nose and squeezed it shut, kneeling on his arms to keep them pinned. Toya whined, trying to hold his breath. A few seconds later, he had to suck air, and, before he could close his muzzle again, the long familiar sensation of his pacifier’s leather nipple being forced into his maw sent a flood of endorphins through his mind. He relaxed compulsively, the never quite gotten rid of suckle reflex kicking in a few moments later, and forcing him back into his long hated puppy head space, just like Aeden knew it would.
“There’s a good runt, right back where you belong,” Aeden said, reaching over and picking the now limp Toya up by his nape. “Let’s get you to the puppy pen. Maybe if you stamp your feet some more and cry your widdle eyes out one of the nursemaids will hear and come feed you.”
He wasn’t very far off from the truth. In the intervening moments, Toya felt his bladder give, immediately soaking the dozen or so layers of soft padding through with his urine, which only didn’t leak by virtue of its thickness. A few seconds later, the smell reached the bullies and they laughed at him all the more pointedly, not even bothering to dust the snow off of him before dropping him back onto his unraveled sleeping bundle and pinning him while they wrapped him up securely, using the same techniques that were used to calm a pup.
“Let’s see you squirm out of this,” Aeden said, reaching around behind him and taking out a long, wound strip of leather, probably looted from the store closets, and began to bind him with it, keeping the bundle from unraveling even as they used it to drag him along behind them. As much as he wanted to call out for help, with the pacifier in his maw, there was nothing Toya could do. His suckle reflex had always been too strong to let him vocalize with something in his maw, and, even without his pacifier, he’d had the humiliating experience of being caught sucking his thumb in the adolescent’s tent on several occasions. His nursemaid’s insistence that he should be nursed to encourage proper growth, all the way up until his fourth litterday, had saddled him with the commonly used nickname milk drinker, one which he despised above all else.
Gagged as he was, Toya could only squirm in his soaked diaper and tight wrappings as he was dragged not back to the adolescent tent, but to the one reserved for newly born litters and their caretakers — that was always where he ended up after a blanket party — and his heart sank. In the morning someone would realize he didn’t belong there, and couldn’t get out, and they’d ask him who it was that did it, even though they all already knew. Toya would lie, and say he didn’t know, since Aeden was the son of the pack’s leader, and practically above reproach, then sit with his tail between his legs as rumors circulated that he wanted to be a puppy forever, which was why he kept sneaking into the litter tent, colloquially known as the puppy pen, and needed diapers even though he should have grown out of them years ago.
“Night night, runt. I’d better not see you around my tent for another week, or being stuck in the puppy pen will be the least of your concerns,” Aeden said, personally dragging him into the large, round enclosure,and depositing him none to gently into the wooden pen where all the yearlings slept, a few of whom whined and yowled at their interrupted sleep. Toya started to cry, too, having held back all this time, he buried his face in the covers, rolled over onto his side, and bawled, taking solace in so deep an expression of his humiliation, and, in that manner, went back to sleep.
***
“N-nnghh… W-what stinks…?” Farix grumbled, slowly blinking awake as the sleepy lethargy began to wear off,letting him pull his wits back about him, and returning the control of his senses. The skunk felt confined, almost claustrophobic, on all sides but the front, where there was another furry entity that he didn’t quite recognize at once. The colorful lanterns around the giant nursery had dimmed somewhat to allow them a comfortable nap, and Farix was glad for that. It was Toya, he realized belatedly, that he had cuddled up with this time, who had soiled his diaper so thoroughly during their trial that the smell was escaping even the heavy seal of the elastic waistband, and Farix, despite being a skunk himself, found obnoxious.
Despite himself, Farix also knew that he, too, would have to wet himself soon. He had, near the beginning of the laxative trial, drank a fair amount of water to prevent dehydration, as had the rest of them, and now he was going to pay the price. Knowing it couldn’t be helped, the skunk released the tension of his bladder, and the discomfort of needing to pee was soon replaced by the shame of having peed his pants like the cub he was dressed as.
“M-mmmmnnghh…” Toya whimpered, and, opening his eyes for the first time, Farix noticed that…
“Oh my gods…” The skunk said, and couldn’t force down a smile as he looked at the wolf, thumb thoroughly entrenched in his muzzle like a puppy, suckling on it every few seconds. Farix blushed on the wolf’s behalf, and gently nuzzled the side of his head, “You poor thing… If the others found out you’d get teased to death…” Farix backed away a bit, apparently having unwittingly bundled himself and Toya in several blankets while they slept, and slowly disentangled himself from the wolf, crawling out and onto the mattress. Everyone else was still asleep, thankfully, Matteo and Anzu sleeping together a short distance away in the oversized crib. He turned back to the puppy, and blushed on Toya’s behalf… “He looks so… small,” he thought, marveling at how a simple change in clothing and scenery had turned Toya, whom he’d always seen as a fiercely independent roguish type, into something that looked like it would be terrified of a large shrew.
Cautiously, Farix slipped his arms under the blanket bundle, tightening it in places where it looked like he could, then pulled Toya’s head into his lap, wondering if the wolf would wake up if he started cooing at him…
“There’s a good puppy…” Farix eventually said, unable to resist the desire to comfort the sleeping wolf after what he’d been through earlier, even if he likely would have poisoned him if he knew what he’d done. “Shhhh, there’s my good boy, nice and comfy cozy…” Gentle as a mother hen, the skunk ran his paw through Toya’s hair, scratched behind his ears, and watched the wolf unwittingly curl himself up in his lap, docile and vulnerable as an actual puppy. “Hey… Where’d that come from?” The skunk eventually said to himself, examining Toya’s onesie in a bit greater detail, and saw that, unknown to him before, it had a small pacifier clip with a ribbon dangling from it, and a somewhat overly large pacifier with a lacquered wooden shield and a sturdy leather nipple. He recognized the design, it was distinctly lupine tribal, and, Farix thought, it might actually have been Toya’s at one point. If he still has a suckle reflex… The skunk thought to himself, that would be much easier to hide than sucking his thumb…
Feeling a bit sorry for Toya, who, even as Farix doted over him, had just wet himself yet again, the full effects of the potion they’d all been plied with not yet having fully exited his system, the skunk ever so gently pulled the wolf’s thumb from his mouth, and was in the middle of slipping the leather nub of the pacifier back in where it belonged when, to Farix’s dismay, the wolf slowly opened his eyes. “W-whaa… Fawixth?” Toya said, apparently unaware of the pacifier between his lips, and looked dumbly up at the frightened skunk. Slowly, Farix watched Toya’s eyes turn to the pacifier stuffed in his maw, then recognition, realization, and the sudden flush of black fur to a bright rosy pink as he blushed like a schoolgirl, mortified at what the skunk had seen. “P-pweeth dun teww anyone…” Toya said, not angry as Farix had suspected, and, in fact, expected him to be, but rather more terrified and vulnerable than the skunk had ever seen him before.
“No, of course not…” Farix replied quickly, laying back down with the wolf, who, even as he watched, was beginning to tear up around the edges.
“P-pwomith…?” Toya replied, both of his ears going flat against his head as he wiggled his way around to face Farix, away from Matteo and Anzu. Again, as before, it struck him just how vulnerable the wolf was being, and how uncharacteristic that was for him. Farix had known Toya for years, and never had he imagined seeing the wolf curled up in a swaddle, diaper thoroughly soaked and messy, dressed in a onesie and pacifier, and begging him to keep his shameful secret from general knowledge. Farix sighed, and consoled the little wolf a bit further, using every trick he could think of to calm, soothe, and otherwise entice Toya back to sensibility, which, eventually, he did, letting his pacifier slip from his mouth, “I had a… Weird dream,” Toya said submissively, looking away, “I’m not usually like… this, anymore. Okay? It’s not me.”
“Want to talk about it?” Farix said, wriggling a bit closer to the wolf in the bundle they shared, and wrapping his arms around him. “You know I’ll keep whatever you say between us. Promise.”
Toya looked unconvinced, but the skunk could tell that he needed to talk to someone, and if not him, then it would just fester inside of him until he told it to whoever he came across, and that might very well be someone unpleasant. He sighed after a few seconds of thought, then rested his nose against Farix’s chest, ears back, “Have you ever been… Bullied?” Toya said, looking away from the skunk, “You know, had someone torment you because you were different?”
Farix blinked, wondering if that was some sort of joke, “Toya,” Farix said, presuming that he was, in fact, serious, “I’m a mage. Pretty much wherever I go people take one look at me, and decide I’m too dangerous to be left free. It’s been like that since my magika started to surface when I was five…”
Toya nodded, apparently convinced to some extent, “I was… Well, a runt I guess you’d say,” The wolf said, blushing, as though that hadn’t exactly been obvious. He’d filled in a fair bit since becoming an adventurer, probably because of the constant good food and exercise, “I don’t know how you skunks treat runts, but in wolf tribes… Well, you’re given the lowest status possible, and the jobs everyone else doesn’t want.”
Farix swallowed uncomfortably. Wolf tribes weren’t exactly democratic, and independent thinkers were often either put in their place, as the wolf saying went, or expelled from the pack. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t intended to be. Their society was one of strict hierarchy, and, needless to say, Farix hadn’t gotten along very well with them. “What did they do to you?” He said, hoping to draw out a few more details about Toya’s past, which he’d been curious about for literally years at this point.
“Treated me like a cub… mostly,” The wolf said quietly, whimpering and laying his ears in shame, “Which is why I… kind of freaked out back there… They had lots of nasty names for me… Milk drinker was their favorite.”
Sheesh… poor puppy, Farix thought, remembering how cute he’d looked suckling in his sleep just a few minutes ago, and sighed, seeing that Toya was waking up, and he probably wasn’t going to get much more information out of him tonight, “I think we should wake the others up,” he said, wiggling a bit in their swaddle, and Toya nodded, “I’d rather not linger here in… This,” he said, indicating his own, and the wolf’s, heavily used diapers. Even if Farix’s was only soaked, it was still dreadfully embarrassing and uncomfortable to be stuck in.
Very carefully, doing their best not to further apply pressure to their used pampers, the two of them crawled out of the bundle and went around to Matteo and Anzu, both of whom where in a likewise position, and neither of which had the mage and rogue’s natural agility.
“Matteo, get that out of my face,” Anzu grunted, turning his head aside to avoid catching his beak on the raccoon’s sagging diaper as he crawled past him and out of the swaddle, but soon the four were laying in a circle on the crib, the far bars of which had slid down, and, from what they could see, there was now an oversized changing table in one corner.
“Hey, how about those free diaper changes you owe us?” Toya said, glowering at nothing as he beckoned, “You’d better not go back on your word about that, jerkwad!”
“Oh? I do believe I promised you a free change, that means one, singular, change, not four,” the owl said with clear condescention, and everyone in the group, even the usually even-tempered Matteo, suddenly boiled with anger.
“WHAT?” The four of them said in unison, realizing that they would not, in fact, be able to ditch the heavily used pampers after all, at least not without giving up a whole year of their age in the process.
“That son of a…” Toya started to say, but, as though by magic, the pacifier still clinging to his onesie leapt from its ribbon and plonked itself right between the wolf’s lips, silencing him. “W-wahhthaheww?” Toya said, trying to pull the pacifier out of his muzzle, or spit it out, but it might as well have been glued on for all the progress he made.
“Since the group of you are cubs now,” the faerie said, somewhat amused by the sound of his voice, “Swearing is now forbidden. Any adult language I hear will result in one hour looking as adorable as Toya does now. Am I clear?”
There was a few minutes of silence as everyone, including a grumbling, fussing, clearly frustrated wolf, climbed out of the crib and back onto their own two feet. “I think that Toya should get the free change,” Farix said, looking around and surprising everyone, “He… is kind of the one that bought it with his dignity, right? He’s also kind of smaller than the rest of us already. And…” Farix said, looking with dismay at how his onesie was struggling to keep the woefully over filled diaper from sagging, “He also needs it… P-U, Toya…”
“And that’s coming from a skunk,” Matteo added in, blushing a bit at the irony, and they all had a bit of a chuckle, much needed after the discomfort they’d been through that day. Toya blushed a bit from the implications, and squirmed in his overloaded pamper, still, even at the ripe age of twenty four, unable to fully control his suckle reflex, and finding the pacifier gently bobbing in his muzzle as he instinctively sucked on it. “Go ahead, Toya. We can wait until we’re out of here.”
The wolf blushed, but didn’t otherwise complain, standing up and waddling haphazardly over to the changing table in the hopes that he would at least be able to change his own diaper, but, at the same time, knowing that was dreadfully unlikely. As he approached, an unseen force, almost like the invisible owl from earlier, picked him up under the arms and held him firmly until he was six feet in the air, then gently lowered him, diaper first, onto the table.
It wasn’t the owl, Toya noticed, the hands were much larger, more canine than he remembered the talons on his nape feeling like, so he discounted that idea, hard as it was to think with the pacifier in his mouth. The diaper change was affectionate, even though Toya couldn’t see his caregiver, who might as well have been made of silence and air. The onesie snaps between his legs undid themselves, and the garment was pulled up around his chest. Next, a belt was put in place to strap the puppy down, not that he was planning on going anywhere and possibly sacrificing his only free change, and the invisible specter scratched him on the belly, sending the ticklish wolf into a childish giggle fit.
He could practically hear the cooing of his old caretaker from the puppy pen. D’aww, Toya you are such a cutie! She liked to say, and, blushing with the memory, Toya covered his belly to protect against more tickles as his diaper magically undid itself, and, leaving no trace of his mess stuck to his fur, for which the wolf was very grateful, it disposed of itself somewhere Toya couldn’t see. Another diaper unfolded in front of him, this one marginally thicker than the previous, and, grumbling, he got the impression that every additional change would get bulkier and bulkier, even as they got smaller and smaller…
“What? Don’t give me that look,” The faerie said into Toya’s ear, a sense of gloating self-satisfaction perforating his voice, “I’m giving the lot of you a second chance at being cubs. You should be thanking me!”
Since nobody else reacted to the voice, Toya assumed it was directed entirely at him, but, still with his muzzle stuffed full of pacifier, he had no way to reply, so only scowled and grumbled a bit in response.
“At least you’re not going to be a runt, this time,” the owl continued, and Toya’s face burned hotter with indignation, “I’ll make you a normal puppy, maybe even a bit bigger than normal, if you prefer.” The owl laughed playfully, a condescending sort of laugh that somehow managed to sting even more than Aeden’s sadistic, cutting chuckle. The faerie didn’t see him or his companions as anything more than toys, playthings, even Aeden hadn’t gone that far, and it just made Toya want to end this thing’s life all the more.
As Toya waited impatiently for the drawn out diaper change to end, his legs being lifted by invisible hands and the poofy, thick diaper slipped under his backside as had happened countless times before, Toya looked over and saw that a large picnic basket had appeared next to the door, and that his companions were examining it curiously. It was, as the kitchen table from before had been, full of food ranging from meat, vegetables, and fresh fruit to yet more plastic nursing bottles full of milk, but luckily the group had learned from their mistakes, and, despite having mostly emptied their systems into their diapers earlier that day, and now being ravenously hungry, they knew better than to eat from it.
The diaper was pulled up around the overgrown wolf puppy’s waist, powdered, and taped firmly in place. Then his onesie was buttoned back, and, thankful despite himself, Toya relaxed, in much better humor now that he wasn’t sitting in a small pile of his own mess. The belt unbuckled itself, thankfully, allowing the now slightly waddling wolf to hop down onto the floor and, a bit offset by the bulk between his legs, wiggle his way back over to his friends.
“Did the air just get clearer, or is it just me?” Matteo said playfully, strumming his lute as Toya approached. The wolf blushed, then smiled and looked back at the raccoon.
“Hey, am I the one in a full diaper?” Toya said, deliberately turning around to show off how he now longer sagged, considering half the party’s members still did, and Farix was well on the way too considering he had never actually messed, and now squirmed visibly in his seat, trying to fight down the much reduced, but still palpable desire to do just that.
“So I guess all this food is drugged to Tir na Nog, right?” Farix said, rather frustrated, at nobody in particular, speaking to their faerie captor.
“I see you’re all learning!” The faerie replied to all of them, chuckling again, “And yes, it is. You won’t be getting another meal until dinner time, and that’s several hours and several rooms away, so make your choice now. Would you rather be hungry for the rest of the day, or squirming in your little diapers for the rest of the day? The door to the next room will open in twenty minutes, make your choice.”
Everyone groaned at the memory of having to fight off the urges to wet and mess for so long, especially Toya, who had bared the brunt of that particular assault. Farix had just barely gotten through with his dignity intact, and didn’t relish a rematch with the potion that had forced everyone else in their group to soak and mess their pants, and, only by a feat of incredible will, had he been able to defeat it.
“Screw it,” Toya said, shaking his head, “I’ve been in plenty of messy diapers before, I’m not going to let this jerk mess with my head,” then reached into the basket, pulled out a grease-dripping leg of chicken, and sank his teeth into it, tearing off large chunks and chewing heartily before swallowing. He also took out a formula bottle, two apples, the rest of the chicken, and a cup of mashed potatoes without apparent apprehension to the knowledge that he was probably going to wind up in a messy diaper sooner, rather than later, expected to perform challenges in it, and it would cost him literal years off his age to get any further changes.
Slowly, the others joined in, eating willingly from the bounty of food and wondering what horrors they might have to endure through the next door. Each of them ate heartily and quickly, especially once Matteo started strumming an old hiking song of theirs and put a smile back on everyone’s face. Whatever happened, they’d be able to handle it together, even if the lot of them came out a bit littler than they were now, the bounty on this faerie was a heap of gold that would keep all of them fed and comfortable in a large mansion for several years or more, and it wasn’t like they were actually all going to wind up as babies, of course.
Part 5 of a commissioned novel for toyapup following four of his characters, Matteo, a raccoon, Toya, a wolf, Farix, a skunk, and Anzu, a crow, all of them experienced adventurers, encountering something of a... little problem in a dungeon they're contracted to clear out, quickly realizing that they've bit off more than they can chew. By far the most extensive case of physical and mental regression I've written to date contained within.
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ORDER OF THE OWL
Dungeon of Crawling
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Nice story. Shouldn't the poison-using rogue, knowing the laxative to be fast-acting, have suggested bringing the basket and eating a little at a time? Perhaps building up an immunity as is possible with chlorophyll or iocane powder?
At first I kinda thought that Toya was mean but now I kinda feel bad for him, I know what it's like to be bullied and it's not fun. I was bullied for a long time by my brother and I hated it so it's kinda sad what he went through as a pup
oh wow.. . wolf packs are MEAN!
I really empathize with Toya. I know what it's like to be an outcast (not exactly a runt or slow developer) but seeing just how much worse Toya had it almost made my cry. Jeez, at least I had a friend! He didn't even have that! Poor things! I hope they get out of this OK, although something tells me they won't win this challenge
I really empathize with Toya. I know what it's like to be an outcast (not exactly a runt or slow developer) but seeing just how much worse Toya had it almost made my cry. Jeez, at least I had a friend! He didn't even have that! Poor things! I hope they get out of this OK, although something tells me they won't win this challenge
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