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This is a dark story I've been working on about a group of girls kidnapped by one of their boyfriends and turned into his new family. There's no diapers or forced infantilism until chapter three, but there's plenty of petplay and bondage and torment until then, so stick around if you're into that stuff too. Without further ado, chapter one of Family Ties. Kelsey's Collar When Kelsey got free, she was going to kill this man. She’d never been more certain of anything in her twenty-three years on this earth. Sean would die by her hand, and she was going to enjoy it. Fantasizing about squeezing his throat until his eyes popped from their sockets fueled her. She envisioned it over and over each time she had to stop and take a breather from her attempts to free herself. The son of a bitch knew to fear her too. It was no accident that she was hogtied in the trunk while the other two were up front. There would come a time when he wasn’t as careful around her, and he couldn’t threaten Brook or Sara to keep her from kicking his teeth in, and then she’d strike. Patience, she told herself, patience was her key to taking her captor down. Patience had never been her strong suit, and as soon as she’d gotten her breathing under control in the stifling sack he’d pulled over her head before shutting her in the trunk of his SUV, she resumed her vigorous struggling. It didn’t help that the hogtie was starting to become pure agony. Her back, thighs and shoulders especially were aching from their strained position. Kelsey was naturally very flexible, but this was well passed her limits. It didn’t help that she had no idea how long she’d been tied up in the back of his car. How far away was he taking them? Her mind conjured up images of a filthy one-room log cabin where he planned to rape and eventually kill them. She struggled harder. If she could get free she’d kick his goddam teeth in as soon as he opened the door to get her. The tape was getting looser. It wasn’t much, but the sticky stuff plastered around her wrists and ankles was stretching. She’d given up on being able to tear through it, as satisfying as that would have been, but if the trip went on long enough, she’d definitely create enough slack to pull one of her wrists free, and from there she was set. At first she thought it was ridiculous when on movies and TV captives were able to figure out where they’d been taken based on how many turns they’d taken. Granted, that was still bullshit, she’d never be able to pinpoint where they were being taken, but she was starting to get a feel for the roads. For a long time they had been moving at speed without stopping. She couldn’t begin to I guess which one, but they were on a highway. And then the road started to wind, and she could feel the car climbing and descending hills. They slowed down and the road got rougher. When it felt like they were on a gravel road, every little bump sending agony through her sore limbs, Kelsey knew she was running out of time. She strained against her bonds, desperation spurring her on even though she was exhausted. Her mouth was dry from the gag stuffed and taped in her mouth and her throat hurt from sucking air through a sack. The SUV rolled to a stop. The radio turned off. “Welcome home.” Kelsey could hear the muffled complaints of her roommates up front. “You first.” She didn’t know which of them he was talking about, but she could hear the doors opening up front, and she knew it wasn’t her. She still had time. Her wrists were raw and bruised, but she kept on, straining her legs out as hard as she could. She kept going until her thighs screamed from the strain and it felt like her hands were going to be torn clean off from her wrists. It was working. Summoning reserves of strength born of pure desperation, she tucked her legs back up as far as she could and kicked out with all of her might. The last stubborn edge of tape jerked over her thumb joint on her left hand, and from there the rest followed. She gave an elated scream of joy into her gag as she straightened her aching legs for the first time in hours. One of the doors up front opened. Kelsey froze. She was still panting through her nose, but she tried her best to regulate her breathing. “Your turn.” “Mmmmph,” came the muffled response. Kelsey guesses it was Sara. “You’ll just have to wait a little longer.” His voice was closer, right above her. She could picture him leaning over the back of the seat to check on her. “Looks like I’ll have to take care of you first.” Kelsey sprang into action as he got out of the car. Her fingers were numb as she grabbed at the hood, scrabbling uselessly for purchase on the soft fabric until she managed to hook her thumb under the edge and yank it up. She blinked at the sudden onslaught of daylight filtered through the tinted back windshield. As quick as her eyes adjusted, they weren’t prepared for the direct light when he opened the trunk and the sun beamed into her eyes, silhouetting her kidnapper. Kelsey rolled onto her back and kicked her bound legs out, trying to keep him at bay while her hands flailed around wildly in the back of the SUV, desperately searching for something, anything she could use as a weapon. Sean grabbed her legs and wrapped one arm around her ankles. “You’re a feisty one!” Behind her, she could hear Sara’s muted, panicked screaming. Kelsey reached up and grabbed the seat, holding on while Sean started to pull her out. Her fingers were too weak to maintain her grip for more than a few seconds as the larger, stronger man yanked on her legs. She failed again, her fingers finding something solid and she grabbed it, using her momentum to swing it with all her might. Sean merely laughed as she struck him with a roll of duct tape. “Thanks,” he told her with a chuckle as he caught it when she swung again and pried it from her fingers. Pinning her legs in the crook of his arm, he started to peel off the edge of the tape. Kelsey wasn’t about to get taped up again. All her self-defense training disappeared from her mind and feral instinct took over. She lunged forward, going for his eyes with her nails. She clawed and scratched, screaming into her gag in a rage. Sean’s eyes widened, his amusement at her escape attempt replaced with surprise as he actually had to take her seriously. Her nails dug along the side of his face, inches from his eye. She bucked and thrashed her legs, trying to shake his grip, all the while clawing at his face and neck. He swatted her hands away but couldn’t grab them. Kelsey kicked again, and his grip loosened almost enough for her to snap her legs free. One more good one and she would be able to get out of his grip. She didn’t have a plan after that, but she’d figure something out. The struggling girl never got the chance. He tightened his grip on her ankles and pulled, hard, yanking her out of the back of the SUV. Her arms flew back and pinwheeled wildly, trying to grab for purchase on anything, but her hands found nothing before she dropped to the ground. The impact stunned her, and Sean was on her in a flash. “Good try.” He grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head while he straddled her torso. “You’re lucky I like feisty.” She thumped her heels uselessly against the ground. “Mmmmmph!” “Even still, I’m going to have to discipline you for that.” Kelsey growled at him, squirming underneath his weight. Through his jeans she could feel his erection pressed against her helpless body. He shifted his weight and flipped her onto her front before pinning her down again. Sean wrestled her arms behind her back and rebound them with fresh tape. Kelsey’s struggles got weaker and weaker. She hadn’t given up, but she recognized the futility. She had missed her moment, though there be another. No matter how well he restrained her, how much he “disciplined” her, she wouldn’t give up. With upsetting ease, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and carried her around to the side of the car. “Looks like you’re going to have to wait a little longer.” Kelsey adjusted until she could see into the back seat. Sara was sitting in the seat, looking blindly in the direction of his voice, a black sleep mask over her eyes and mask over her gagged mouth. Her arms were trapped behind her and she was securely strapped in place with the seatbelt. Kelsey knew if she had been afforded such lenient restraints, she could have escaped easily. Perhaps if she could keep Sean busy long enough, Sara would get free. Sean shut the door and started walking, gripping Kelsey’s butt through her jeans as she squirmed, trying to see around him to where he was taking her. It was certainly not the dingy, ramshackle log cabin she’d been expecting. The gravel driveway led up to a small two-story house in the middle of a dense forest. Warm electric light shone from the open door, almost invitingly. A small porch sat out front, with a comfy looking rocking chair facing out into the woods. He took her inside. The place was clean, organized, and still defying her expectations. She looked down to finished hardwood floors and nice rugs. The walls had art on them. The furniture looked to be in decent condition and good quality. Her captor carried her into a workroom of sorts. The floor was tiled, and shelves lined the walls, with all manner of tools. Kelsey clocked the large dog kennel in the corner of the room before she was roughly flipped off of his shoulder and deposited on the hard floor. Did he have a dog? Or was that meant for her? She struggled to sit up to face him as he kneeled in front of her and took the mask off. The tape gag remained. “I’ll get you some more permanent things once I’ve measured you,” he told her, standing to gather some things from the shelves. “But we have enough here to start training you.” “Mmggg amph hmmpphh!” she tried telling him to go to hell. “Namely this guy,” he dangled something in front of her face. “This little guy is never coming off.” Kelsey stared at the leather strap hanging from his fingers. It was a collar, clearly a leather dog collar. Her attention was drawn to the little black box affixed to the center, and the two metal prongs sticking out of it. He knelt again, bringing it up to her neck. Kelsey hurled herself backward, but he grabbed her hair, pulling it sharply. “No!” he told her sternly. She wriggled, but his grip tightened until she was sure he’d rip her hair clean out. Her kidnapper wrapped it around her neck, centering the prongs right against the center of her throat. Kelsey heard a click, and he tugged on it, making sure it was tight. “There we go. How do you like your new collar?” Kelsey glared at him, staying silent. He ruffled her hair. “You’ll get used to it. I’ll get you a nice pretty tag to go on it. What do you think, should I just call you ‘Bitch’? Are you a Bitch? Hmmm? Who’s my Bitch?” He adopted the tone owners use when talking to their dogs. Kelsey lunged, trying time head butt him. He nimbly stepped back out of the way. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” Kelsey threw herself forward again. She wasn’t even close, but she had to try. This fucking asshole, thinking he could break her. She growled nonsense into her gag and swung her head in his general direction. Sean reached up to a shelf and pulled off a remote, and pressed a single button. Pain exploded through Kelsey’s body. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Incapacitating electricity coursed through her frame. She flopped on the floor like a fish. Her arms were trapped behind her back with tape, she couldn’t reach the origin of the pain at her neck, and her brain couldn’t process why. Sean held the button for three seconds before letting off. His new pet lay on the floor before him, still spasming and panting through her nose. “That’s the lowest setting,” he informed her. The idea that it could hurt more filled Kelsey with dread. Even after it had stopped, her whole body was still seizing convulsively. “There’s an invisible fence in the yard, once you earn the privilege to go out on your own, it’ll keep you from wandering off.” Kelsey focused her vision on him. She tried to glare, but it was all she could do to just look at him without seeing double. “And as you’ve seen, I have a remote where I can activate it if you’re misbehaving.” He pressed the button again to demonstrate, and Kelsey howled into her gag, twitching and writhing uncontrollably on the floor. He let it go, watching as her spasming slowed. “And there’s even a setting to shock you if your barking gets too loud.” Her eyes found him again. She was hearing his words, but in the aftermath of the extreme pain she was having trouble processing them. Another press of the button. He only held it for a fraction of a second but it was enough to set her world on fire once more. The helpless girl convulsed on the floor, oblivious to her captor’s actions as he grabbed her legs and cut the tape holding her ankles and ripped it off. “Bitches don’t wear clothes.” Kelsey was helpless to resist as he pulled her socks off. She knew she should be trying to fight as he started unbuttoning her jeans, but she just couldn’t make her body do it. There was nothing she could do to stop him from grabbing her jeans and pulling them down her toned legs and off. Her black panties were already halfway down her butt, the tile floor cold, both startling and soothing at the same time, against her bare flesh. “Clothing is for people, and you’re not a person anymore.” He had scissors now, and they cut through her shirt like a hot knife through butter. One slice up one side from hem to neck, and two more to sever her sleeves, and she was in just her underwear. Kelsey was fighting again, but it didn’t matter. He held her down with one hand while he cut through her bra straps with the other. “Bitches don’t cover up in front of their masters.” He grabbed her naked breasts, squeezing them, kneading them in his strong hands. Kelsey thrashed, his strong grip on the back of her collar, digging the prongs into her throat, stilled her. She clamped her legs together, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from ripping her panties off, leaving her naked and helpless on the floor, naked save for the collar she was now locked into. “That’s better.” Sean flipped her over, pressing her nude flesh against the smooth tiles. She put up a token struggle, but she knew it was futile. At least for the moment, there was nothing she could do to stop him. Instead she looked around, seeking something, any detail that could help her. Kelsey found herself looking right at the dog crate. It would easily hold a large breed of dog. Or a person. A sturdy lock hung open on the latch, the key still inside. Was it the same key to the lock on her collar? Sean dropped something in front of her face. Thick black lumps of leather. Before she could even begin to guess their nefarious purpose, he picked one up, loosening the strap around one side, revealing an opening. “For your paws,” he explained, moving it out of sight behind her back and grabbing her right wrist. She shrieked and tried to pull it away, but bound as she was, there was no escape. She spread her fingers, trying to be as difficult as possible, but it barely prolonged the inevitable. He got the stiff leather mitt over her right hand and strapped it securely onto her wrist. Her fingers were stuck balled into a fist in its rigid confines. She might as well have had a dog’s paw for all the good her fingers were now. “And that’s two,” he said, finishing securing the second mitt. He smacked her ass before grabbing her legs and working what seemed to be leather kneepads onto her. “We’ll get you something more permanent soon, I promise,” Sean told her. He rolled her onto her side and bent her leg back. Kelsey fought to straighten it, and she was winning. Agonizing pain erupted into her throat from the collar. “Bad dog.” She panted and submitted to having her legs folded. He bound wide leather belts around them, tying her thighs to her ankles. Sean helped her up onto her hands and knees. Kelsey stood there awkwardly on all fours, torn between trying to stand, an act that was impossible in her current restraints, or just flopping down to the floor, a pitiful act of defiance, but an act of defiance nonetheless. “Good girl.” He ruffled her hair again while she glared daggers up at him. His hand curved down the side of her face. Kelsey shied away, but his firm grip on her collar again with his other hand held her in place for him. He found the edge of the tape plastered over her mouth and peeled it off. Kelsey coughed and spit out the sodden bandana. “You sick, twisted fuggggggnnnn!” She was cut off mid threat as he buzzed her collar again, dropping her to the floor. “Dogs don’t speak.” She climbed back to her hands and knees, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken on the floor. “Show me how a good dog communicates.” He wanted her to bark. He wanted her to bark like a dog. He could strip her, he could collar and restrain her, he could shock her, but there was no way she would bark for him. He held up the remote, a reminder of what he could do to her with the simple click of a button. “Bark for me.” “Go to-” Kelsey fell to the floor again, writhing in pain, her leather bound hands pawing uselessly at the collar. “You-” He clicked the button again, sending searing sparks of electricity coursing through her body. “I have all the time in the world.” Kelsey struggled to get up again. Everything hurt. She thought of Sara and Brook. He might have all the time in the world, but the longer she kept him occupied, the more time her friends would have to try and escape. “Suck my d-” Sean smiled as he hit the button again, holding it down this time. The helpless girl spasmed on the floor at his feet. Kelsey lost track of the number of times she made him shock her. “Bark!” The command came over and over, echoing in her frazzled brain. The idea that she was buying time for her friends was the first thing to get pushed out of her mind. Time lost all meaning; there was only the pain, and she was growing more and more desperate to do anything to end it. She kept telling herself she wasn’t a dog. She wasn’t his bitch, and she wouldn’t bark. “Bark for me.” Kelsey shook her head. She’d stopped trying to get back up between zaps. She wasn’t even trying to speak anymore. And still the shocks came. Every time she defied him. “Be a good bitch and bark for your master.” “Rarf.” She’d meant to tell him to go fuck himself, but when she opened her mouth, her instinct for self-preservation took over. It was a weak bark; her throat was raw from getting shocked repeatedly, but it was enough for him. “Good girl!” he praised her. She’d given in. She hated herself, lying on the hard floor while he stroked her. She’d submitted to him, and she could never take that back. Sean held something up before her, another mess of tangled leather and straps. “Such a good dog,” he kept complimenting her. As much as she hated it, it wasn’t the shock collar, and anything was better than the shock collar. He fit the thing over her head, adjusting and tightening then myriad of straps until it was secure. “That looks much better.” She looked up at him, this man who had reduced her to a dog, to an animal, through the mask that made her look the part. She couldn’t see herself, but she could imagine. The big floppy dog ears, the long muzzle, all in hideous black leather designed to mask her humanity and help her captor see her as what he wanted her to be. His bitch. As a final piece, he hooked a red rubber ball on a strap into the muzzle of her mask. “Play with your ball,” he told her as he forced it into her mouth and secured it. She’d done what he wanted and now he wanted her quiet. Kelsey tried to push the ball out of her mouth, but it wasn’t going anywhere. She pawed at the mask, but her trapped fingers might as well have been paw pads for all the good it did her. “One last piece.” What new fresh torture did he have for her? What else could he restrain and demean her with? Kelsey looked up at him, studying what he was holding above her. It was a tail. A fake dog tail. And unlike the mask, there were no straps to secure it on her. But she knew what the black thing on the end was, with its pointed tip and flared base. She knew where he intended to put it. Kelsey should her head, drool running around her ball gag and dripping down her chin as she begged. “Ppmmph, nnnff!” “Dogs need their tails.” He grabbed her, holding her still. She batted at him with her encased fists, her legs flailing as she tried to back away. Cold, slimy lube drizzled down between her cheeks. She clenched, but there was nothing she could do to prevent the intrusion. This was not Kelsey’s first butt plug, but compared to anything she tried this was a monster. He just kept pushing, forcing it in, deeper and deeper. She felt like it was going to tear her open. And then, as sudden as it had started, the plug slid in passed its widest point and her sphincter closed around the base. Sean let her go, and she just stood there on all fours, frozen in place just to adjust to the new fullness inside her. “You look so cute with your little tail. Yes you do.” She managed to glare at him again. He smiled and rubbed her behind her ears. “Get used to it. That’s staying in unless we’re on walks for you to go potty.” It hit her then. This wasn’t a one-time thing. This wasn’t just his fetish and after he had her degraded and humiliated he’d rape and kill her. To him, this was permanent, and he’d keep her as his dog forever. At least until she killed him. She didn’t respond to his mocking or treating her like a dog. She wanted to lash out, to scream into her gag at him that she was going to ram that stupid butt plug down his throat until he choked. But now was not the time. Instead, she turned and looked at the cage. Her cage. “Do you wanna go in your crate?” She nodded. “I’ll bet you do. It’s been a long day for you, pup.” He opened the door for her. It was awkward trying to walk on her hands and knees, the plug shifting around inside her with every step, but she crawled across the threshold. He was right; she was tired, and if she wanted to get her strength back, resigning herself to the cage was the only way to do it. There was barely enough room for her to turn around. Her new tail hooked on the bars as she maneuvered to face the door again, forcing an involuntary yelp of pain from her. She managed to face the door just in time to watch it close in her face. Sean snapped the heavy lock on it and she watched the key disappear into his pocket. “Get some rest, Bitch.” The playful pet voice was gone; in its place the same menacing voice he’d used when he told her he was going to enjoy breaking her. He wasn’t done yet, but neither was she. She sat gingerly on her haunches and stared at him until he left the room, shutting off the light and closing the door behind him. The second the door shut she crumpled to the thinly padded cushion at the bottom of the crate. As meager a barrier between her and the plastic tray at the bottom of the crate it was, the material was soft, and any comfort was welcome. She was dying to stretch her legs out, but that was impossible. After a little shifting, she found a tolerable position on her side. Finally, pure exhaustion let her sleep.

Hello, I want to ask if anyone's read books that have elements that would work perfectly in kink stories (ABDL, sissy, pet play, bdsm, what have you) but are written as normal, or for apparent other reasons. This can be as extreme or subtle, and deliberate or accidental as possible. For example: Brideshead Revisited (a semi classic novel) has a character named "Sebastian" who is a university undergrad that carries around a teddy bear, acts in a very childish manner, and is generally treated in line with that. He definitely isn't meant to be a "little," it was a critique of the naivete of the upper class, but I could definitely see the same character in a kink story. The Garden of Eden, an unfinished novel by Hemingway, deals with a lot of gender flipping. A male character is pressured to present as female while his wife presents as male. Again, not sure what Hemmingway intended, but some parts would definitely work in a sissy story. A probably ripe genre would be (As in swords and dragons fantasy, not AB fantasy) books I've read. The Wheel of Time (spoiler alert for the show) contained things that I only realized later were comparable to pet play, bdsm, and age play. Sword of Truth takes it further with an army of women who are basically dominatrixes. In both cases they are just written as normal parts of their 'worlds,' but I'm fairly certain that is what the author intended.

“Kat has a meeting at the Police Station” It was bound to happen. I have been playing this game with her for too long and of course someone would eventually notice and say something. I didn’t intend for it to happen this way, but here I am… In “custody” in an interview room. I’m sitting in a chair across from two women. To the left there is a woman in her mid 40’s I’d say, long sleeve white uniform shirt with blue sergeants stripes. I’m guessing about 5’6”with a little extra weight on her. She’s a brunette with her hair put up in what I can assume she’s used as a hairstyle her whole career and a healthy amount of grays. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t look happy about being called into this conversation, if you can call it that. To her right, and the reason she’s even in here sits a woman in plain clothes. She’s an investigator that looks a little young to be in that role. Tall, blonde, with a tan pant suit on. She has her coat unbuttoned so you can see her badge on her belt below her maroon button up. I’d say she’s about 5’8”, I noticed when she came in the room that her uniform pants are pretty snug in that “I have a nice ass but don’t you dare check it out” kind of way. She’s wearing flats with about a 1” heel on them. Her shirt is a maroon form fitting style that accentuates her 34C bust. She’s talking about something. I don’t know I’m not really paying attention, I’m looking at both of these women and thinking about who might be watching from behind the one way mirror to my right. How many “viewers” do we have back there? Two? Three? Does it matter? “Are you listening to me?” The investigator raised her voice.. hmm. Wonder what she just said. Obviously I wasn’t listening. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I’ll play along for a moment… “I said I want to know why she is dressed like that and why she keeps referring to you are her “mommy.” Oh yeah! Yeah that’s probably what got us here.. I didn’t think about how bringing her back to the city she lives in could cause me *this* uh.. inconvenience. “Well why don’t you ask her?” “I did.” The young woman says sitting back in her chair. Her jacket slides over exposing the curve of her breasts in the form fitting shirt. “What did she say?” “She said she “wuvs” her outfit.” “So there’s your answer. I don’t typically “love” any outfit I wear so if I said I did, that would be good enough reason to me to leave it at that. Why would she be different?” The woman looks shocked then looks at the Sergeant who looks admittedly just as surprised.. and now we’re back at me. “Be… because she’s.. dressed up…” she’s really cute when she’s flustered.. “like a fox?” “Good observation?” I respond. “If she said she loves to wear that then who am I to judge?” “Because she’s a grown woman! My roommate, and she’d never… “ “Careful with the never talk.” I warn “Don’t you know you should never say never?” “Well… “ I love to watch this part.. the wheels turning in their head as they try to decide if their friend would *really* be into something without them knowing. I’ve seen this look hundreds of times. *Is my mom really a lesbian?* *Does my art teacher really like bdsm?* honestly it never gets old… right now she’s trying to decide if her roommate and best friend is really into pet play …. “I just… I wouldn’t think she would be..” “Hmm that doesn’t sound like much of a certainty to me.” I look at the sergeant; she looks embarrassed and annoyed. Interesting combination. “Are we done here?” I ask her. “Kelly maybe there is nothing to see here and she just likes… uh…. playing dress up.” Ok, I guess I owe a little backstory here.. I’m Katherine… well more specifically I’m Ekaterina. My name has changed a little over the centuries. I won’t bore you with all the details of my life so let’s just say I have the power to change things with my will. I’m also immortal (apparently).. Now you might think it’s really cool to get to live forever, but let me tell you after you watch your family, friends, and yes.. even your husband die while you are stuck living day after day looking like you are still 25 has its setbacks too. To be honest the reason I assume I can’t die is because trust me I tried. It wasn’t my finest moment but then again you don’t know what it’s like to bury your husband, your two sons and then finally your “baby” daughter. I’m not sure why, but seeing my sweet Tatiana die at the ripe age of 98 leaving no family just triggered me as they say theses days. Anyway.. long story short I can’t die from drowning, poison, cutting my wrists.. nothing. I just heal up and I’m back in minutes. Oh! And it looks like I can have children but they won’t have children so I never have a long term family. So here I am… alone. Forever… Back to this little story, the funny thing about being alone forever is that you really get bored. Bored is how I found myself about a month ago when I saw Bridgette. She was standing in a park on her phone. She was FaceTiming a man who I can only assume is her poor unsuspecting boyfriend that she’s cheating on at every turn. She was cutesy, she was pouty, she was waiting for him to get off the phone before she took off to another night in the clubs. The last thing she said was how “foxy” she was and that gave me an idea. Fast forward to today and Bridgette is a full blown “fox girl” she dresses in skimpy clothes and wears her little fox ears, collar, and yup, that’s a foxy tail you see sticking out from under her mini pleated skirt. And another yup, that tail doesn’t “clip” to anything, it’s a butt plug tail. She loves it. Just ask her. She’s gonna tell you how happy she is being a little fox in her hyper little voice. Maybe that’s what Kelly doesn’t like, or maybe she is genuinely concerned for her friend. But if she knew what I knew, she wouldn’t give a shit. If Kelly wanted to know why she keeps ending up single… it’s Bridgette, she does her best to make Kelly look like a bitch in the hopes of getting her paws (lol) into any man Kelly brings home. She isn’t her friend, but instead of moving on, she’s thinking she’s helping her “bestie” by intervening in my little “Karma” project. The fun part about having my abilities is that while I was thinking Kelly would be happy to know her “friend” is getting a little taste of karma, I’m disappointed to know now that Kelly is well… her partner in crime so to speak. Instead of being the innocent bystander (and sometimes victim) Kelly here is a regular pea in the pod with Bridgette. They’ve made it a point to use any means available to be “those” women. The kind that prey on men and women to get whatever they want. Well… let’s put a few more of my talents in place to get things a little “righter” in this world. “Beth, do you ever wonder why you’re single?” I ask the sergeant. “Uh what? How do you know I’m single?” “You are right?” Beth looks nervous.. “Well yes, but that’s beside the point.” “No actually it IS the point. Didn’t you have a boyfriend just a little while ago?” “I’m.. look. Why would I need to discuss my romantic life with you?” “Because I’m here. I mean really; I didn’t ask to be here, she made me come here. If I have to be here why can’t I talk about what *I* want to to talk about for a while?” Beth looks at Kelly nervously and then shrugs “Yes, I did but about 6 months ago he basically ghosted me.” “Hmm… I wonder what happened.” I look at Kelly “any thoughts?” “Why would I know why she is alone?” Kelly looks aggressively at me. Beth doesn’t seem to like the “alone” comment. “I don’t know, I just thought since you knew her ex that maybe you’d have some insights.” “You know Jim?” “Uh.. sorta, I mean not really. We just know some of the same people.” “Ah come now, don’t act like that. Tell her how you know Jim.” Kelly scowls at me.. “Why do you look like a child with their hand stuck in the cookie jar?” I ask. “Actually that gives me an idea.” Kelly tries to cover her surprise but instead of dismissing my comments she lashes out telling me that I’m here because of Bridgette not Beth’s failed romance and I need to “shut up”. “Dave, are you single?” I ask the one way mirror. Both women look surprised (so does Dave from behind the glass) Dave wasn’t alone in there but I decided that the less witnesses the better. Ever tried dealing with 20 people that all saw what you did and then you have to track them all down to get them to accept what you *want* them to have seen? It’s a pain in the ass. So the less people the better. “Dave?” I ask again. “Yes.” He says over the intercom. “Dave I want you to turn off the cameras. I need to do a little work and the last thing I need is a video of what I’m going to do.” I look at the camera behind me and see the red light is still on letting the officers see that recording is still occurring during an interview. “Dave! I promise it will be worth your time if you do this favor for me.” Dave doesn’t understand why, but he reaches over and turns off the cameras. “Thanks Dave! So let’s see what you look like.” I point at the mirror and suddenly it’s just a window. There’s Dave standing up in the A/V room. He’s about the same age as Beth, overweight, hair is thinning. He looks like a nerd that spends most of his days indoors. “Hey you know what Beth? I think you and Dave would make a cute couple! Stand up and let’s take a look.” Beth scoffs looking at Dave but she stands. Giving her a look over I see a middle aged woman, some gray hairs, a little bit of a muffin top and her thighs are slightly chunky and she has an “office ass”.. a couple more years and she’s going to have some serious weight issues… “I tell you what, why don’t you two go grab a coffee while me and Kelly here have a chat.” Beth and Dave stand up and both step out of the interview area and head down the hall. “Kelly, I think you already know why Beth is single. And I really think you should’ve come clean about that.” “Well I think you need to mind your damn business bitch.” “Such language!” I say feigning shock. “Well the cameras are off so now I’ll say and do whatever I want.” She says turning around to her leather purse hanging on the back of her chair and takes out her lipstick to reapply. “You have no idea how true that is.” I say grinning…

Thanks to my friend QueenJunoKing for encouraging me to write this, she gave me the initial idea and it just kind of lit my brain on fire. I know petplay isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I hope you enjoy it. -=-=-=-=-=- She trembled, looking at the tangle of leather and rivets, buckles and straps that laid on the bed. Her heart thundered in anticipation, a bird desperately thrashing against the bars of her ribcage. It was something she had dreamed of for so long. She had been playing with him for years, had dropped many hints in that time - he had too. And this was the coup de grâce, the ultimate fantasy. The contract was signed, there was no going back. She was going to be his pet. Forever. Every inch of her skin felt electrified, she wanted so badly to pick up those straps, to handle the harness that would force her to crawl around the house. With an unerasable, stupid grin on her face she squeezed the padded knees and elbows. She had gotten to play with it a few times, but this was different. This was forever. No more working. No more stress. She was giving it all up, signing it all away. The life of a fuckpet, her ultimate fantasy, was less than an hour away. Her only responsibility would be pleasing him - no cleaning, no cooking, no commuting, just love and play and sex. And he was insatiable. They had been living together for eight months now and the sex was even better than it had been before she moved in. A shiver ran through her as her fingers touched one of the buckles. She wanted to wear it now. She wanted him to strap her into it, to force her nose to the ground in the beautiful mask, to draw the moans and whimpers from her, to lovingly humiliate her until she was so horny they didn't even need the lube when he finally took her. With an incredible effort, she tore her mind away from that fantasy, one that had been a reality more than once, and back to the problem at hand. She had about half an hour left to finish coming up with her ten words. Hungry. Thirsty. Horny. Bored. Yes. No. She had come up with six in the past thirty minutes, but that was all she had so far. He was giving her ten buttons to be programmed with her voice, ten words to express herself. In another thirty minutes, he would take her voice. He'd affix a collar to her neck, a new one, a shiny one. Oh how she wanted it. But she also knew it was designed to hurt her if she spoke words. The ten buttons on the board, placed on the floor for her to activate with her elbow - her foot in the bindings - that's all she'd be able to communicate with outside of body language and whimpers, yips, and whines. Biting her lip, she stopped her hand from reaching the button of her jeans. The entire idea of it was so exciting, so exhilarating, that she could barely contain herself. More. She'd definitely need that word. She said it frequently when he was with her. More. She couldn't get enough of him, either. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her head awash in images of him leading her around, him sitting on the couch and patting his leg, beckoning her to him. Fantasies of just being his pet. She shifted on her knees slightly, rhythmically, the need in her demanding that she move her hips. She had to move her hips. Hurt. Sometimes he went too hard and she needed time to recover after. Tired. She knew that she could convey that one with body language, laying down and curling up, climbing up on the bed and flopping over. She shook her head, scratching that one. She needed the words to be things she couldn't easily make known... Walkies. She giggled to herself, at the thought that "walkies" needed a word when "tired" didn't. But it was cute and she wanted it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the more rational part of herself was screaming that this was important, that she couldn't waste one on being cute... But wasn't that the point? Trusting him to make all the decisions, trusting him to take care of her. That rational part had been screaming when she signed the contract too, but it had also been screaming when she moved in, when she had begun considering quitting her job. She tingled at the thought of looking her boss right in the eye and quitting, telling him simply, "I'm nothing but a fuckpet now, I don't need this job." One more. Just one more word. She heard him walking closer. She wished she had a real tail, one that could wag. "Sweetie, your time is almost up, have you thought of what words we're putting into the buttons?" His voice was the darkest of chocolate, rich and luscious, washing over her, drowning her thoughts. It was so hard to focus when he was around, when that rumbling voice spoke to her. His fingers were in her hair now, touching, stroking. And she knew. "Yes sir, I just thought of the last one." The entire room got warmer with the happiness in his voice. "You're such a good girl." He sat on the bed, grabbing her by the wrist and wrapping an arm around her, sitting next to the very harness she wanted to wear so badly. He pulled her into his lap, grabbing the button panel and fiddling with it. She couldn't help it, she started grinding against him, rocking her hips in his lap, drawing a soft chuckle from him. "Shhh, down girl." The words sent a new thrill through her. "Be calm, this is important. These are the only words you'll have from now on. Forever." There was that word again. Forever. She loved it so much. Never as much as from his lips. The word in her own mind was resonant, the word from his lips was earthshattering. A moan escaped her as she leaned forward, gripping his knee between her legs. The need was becoming an ache. "Sir... " His gentle laugh brought a blush to her face. "Now sweetheart, I know you're excited. We've been building you up to this for a long time, haven't we?" He barely paused for her hurried yes sir before continuing. "That's right. All that training you've done was all for this. Now, when the button lights up, I want you to say the word you want it to have." He pushed it. It lit up. Everything lit up to his fingers, she lit up to his fingers. "Horny." He held his laughter until the button's light was gone, pressing it again. "Horny", the button sounded so needy. She sounded so needy. Her cheeks were warm, her grip tightening on his leg. "Oh goodness, sweet pet. That's the word you think you'll need more than any?" "Y-" He put a finger to her lips. "Shh. No more words from you except what we give the buttons. These are the last words of your life as a person, soon you'll be my precious pet. Forever." Another moan tore itself from her lips, bursting into the world as she shuddered from its exit. "Ready?" The next button was alight moments later. She struggled to find the word. Any word. "More." The button went dark. "Horny. More. More. Horny." He teased her with the buttons, with her own words, her own voice full of longing, full of desire, full of readiness for him. She groaned in frustration, grinding against his thigh, humping him desperately. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, stopping her, holding her firm. "No." An order, a command, and as strong as steel. With a whine, she stopped, biting her lip. She was a good pet, she wanted to please him. She wanted nothing more in the entire world than to please him. She wasn't quite sure when he had become the center of her world, but he was beyond any doubt. "Next word." He spoke firmly. The button lit. "Yes." That word was easy. Her breathing was heavy, ragged as the button echoed her, before he lit the next one. "No." Again, he laughed at her choice. "Oh I see, you want to still be able to say no to me, hmm?" His beard tickled her as he kissed her cheek. "Well it wouldn't be fair for me to censor you now, would it? After all, these will be your only words." "Fo-" Again, a solid finger pressed to her lips stopped her. "No. You have to get used to not speaking except through the buttons, which means no words except what's going in the buttons." The gentlest iron turned her back to face the buttons, his fingers as unyielding as his will. The next one lit. Her mind went blank. She searched for the word... "Hungry." "Oh, someone doesn't think she's going to be fed enough, hmm? Hungry and more. Do you think I won't take good care of you?" She reached out and pushed the fourth button, hearing her own voice say, "No." He laughed and lit the next one. "Bored." She could feel his smirk as he kissed the back of her neck. "My poor pet, bored already. Well, I have so many new toys to give you. Just four more words to go." Lit. "Walkies!" The world shook with his laugh, she bounced in his lap, which drew a fit of giggles from her as well. "More. Walkies!" He tapped the buttons with a smile. "I think you've made some good choices so far. Are you ready?" She pressed the third button, "Yes." A small worry formed that she wouldn't remember which was which, but she knew she'd have plenty of time to memorize them. The next button awaited. "Thirsty." Another. "Hurt." "Oh, my poor sweetie. I'll always take care of you when you're hurt. Better than ever before, my beloved pet. You'll never have to worry about a thing, once I seal you into this... " He shifted, picking up the mask and holding it in front of her. "You want this, don't you?" Her hand moved practically of its own will, smashing the button. "Yes." It didn't convey how badly she wanted it... "More." "More?" His golden, rumbling laughter warmed her inside and out. "My greedy puppy. Only one button left. What shall it be? What's the last word you'll ever need?" The button lit. The whole world became this one moment, where she was giving everything up to him. Her identity, her life, her will. "I love you." Before the button was dark, she was on her back on the bed, his body crushing hers. He was so much bigger, so much stronger. The fingers of one hand wrapped around both of her wrists as he pulled her arms above her head, his teeth going straight for her neck. The primal growl that came from his throat was more than she could take, she let out a long, desperate moan. She bit down on her tongue hard, needing those three words to be her last, her gift to him for all his generosity. And from the grip of his hands, the scrape of his teeth, the weight of his body... it was a gift that he readily accepted. He was terrifying in his precision, her clothing torn from her one article at a time. Always one hand on her, holding her - her wrists, her waist, her chin - as he ripped her shirt away, her bra, her jeans, and the panties soaked with her longing. The urges were growing too strong, she desperately wanted to beg. He did the kindest thing possible, the gag went between her lips, buckled around the back of her head, which hit the pillow shortly after. The rough skin of his fingers split her lips as he took her clit between two fingers, gently, lovingly, tugging ever so slightly just the way she liked. Another moan burst into the world from her throat, muffled by the gag. A line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, her hips rocking wildly. He laughed, and she heard an unexpected sound. The unmistakable crinkling of a diaper. Her eyes shot wide, her body sitting upright as she looked in surprise. He enjoyed them, but they had never been her thing, she'd worn one for him a time or two, even wet for him before, but she ignored his encouragement to explore them. They were so thick, they made her walk funnily, and it made it harder for her to get the sensations she craved. "Why so surprised?" The amusement in his voice was a new torment. Her mind spun, her hand going to the gag so she could protest. Her head spun from the speed with which he shoved her back down. "Someone didn't bother to use any of her words to ask for the bathroom... and you're going to be in this lovely bitchsuit nearly all the time... so this is just practical." His smirk was that cruelty she craved from him so much, that twisted brilliance that constantly took her by surprise, that tickled every corner of her imagination with its wicked ways. "Forever." The word shredded her resistance, she was barely coherent from the tiny electric orgasm that sped through her. "My pretty diapered pet, I did tell you that you should learn to love them." She was stunned as he lifted her hips, sliding it underneath her. And her head cleared just long enough to sit up, pushing him away momentarily. But she wasn't nearly strong enough to escape him. He dropped the diaper, the pink, fluffy, crinkling thing as he forced her face down onto the bed, running his finger along her glistening sex once more. "Oh now she's just being naughty. I suppose I can diaper you after... " The resistance left her again as she felt her right hand shoved into the leather mitt, the buckle tightened with tantalizing speed. Her arm was bent, her fingers placed on her own shoulder as he cinched another buckle. Her left hand shot out, grabbing the bed, grabbing for anything she could, somewhere in a tortured state between bliss and fear. The left hand was secured shortly after, and all too easily he threw her onto her back, pinning her to the bed with a knee as he began working her legs into the bindings that she had wanted so very, very badly. And she still wanted them. The sensation of the leather on her hands, the smell of it, the way her arms were restricted, this was the stuff of her every fantasy. Before she could finish that thought, her knees were bound, bent, her feet tangled in the straps that went around the ankle, over the sole of her foot. Moving a knee pulled her mitten taut. He had her. She was helpless. And there was nothing she could do to stop him from taping that first thick, fluffy diaper around her waist. She moaned into the gag over and over and over as he rubbed her padded crotch, writhing and barely noticing when he snapped the shiny metal collar closed around her neck. Locked. Active. Moments later she was on all fours - her elbows and her knees, now her "pet feet", the buttons of the board staring at her from the ground in front of her. "Anything you'd like to say, my precious diapered pet?" The board had all the words she'd ever need. Forever. "I love you."

So last week I only worked on two stories and sadly not ones I was continuing, but I hope this is enjoyable! https://toofplaypen.wordpress.com/2022/04/04/diapered-deposed/ Princess Zi… Fifi… kneeled in front of the mirrored wall. The leash tied her new collar to the Barre. Her old ballet studio, now 'the pup's playroom'. Miss had chosen it specifically so she couldn't help but see how far she had fallen. The diapered deposed princess. In the corner behind her was a dog's kennel. Sure it was pink and had been dressed up with a fluffy mat, fairy lights and a dreamy mesh canopy, but it was still a kennel. Her kennel as she had been informed. She would be spending every night there unless Miss wanted her in bed for the night. She could see all the trappings of a pet's space. The bowls she would be drinking and eating from. The toys she was to play with, both puppy toys and baby. There were plenty of other baby things as well. Changingtable stacked with diapers, lotions and powders. A highchair for special occasions. All these things were merely a distraction from the main focus for her though. Right in front of her was a girl who used to be the ruler of this palace. Now she kneeled, all but naked, with her tongue hanging out and her paws up in the 'begging position' just as she had been instructed to do. She was a pet to a barbarian queen now and she 'needed to learn to look like the dumb pup she was'. There weren't even tears in her eyes anymore. No, she was accepting what she was now. It hadn't even taken a full weekend to break her. Miss had been diligent in her fast training. Now the little pup was in front of a mirror, her absurdly sized diaper squishing against heels, still sticky from her last 'treat'. Only the thickest padding for the little piddle pup princess. At least that's what Miss said as she helped her make sure the back was used just as well as the rest. The little bell on her collar jingled as she bounced reminding her she used to be a mighty sabertooth tiger, a kitty… but now she was a pup. She still had her tiara, but that was more of a joke now. Yet another reminder of how far she had come. As she took in the reflection before her, the door opened behind her to reveal Miss Noroca, queen of the barbarians, owner of this little princess pup. Her bouncing got faster and her eyes lit up. "WOOF WOOF!" Who was she kidding? Broken? She had invited the big wolf in. Practically begged for it, just as she was begging for any praise now. <Edited by @Alice-chan>

Hello friends. @Pudding (of Sophie and Pudding fame) said a dirty thing in my Discord chat and it lit my brain on fire. And just like Chapter None in Breaking the Girl, when one of these fantasies grabs ahold of me, it's hard to move forward until I write it down. So here is the tale of Lana and Kara in a brand-new fictional world inspired by a passing Discord comment. I call this world "Keepers" or "The Keeper Universe" or "Owned at First Sight", and I'm having more fun than I expected in writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Keeper's Pet I held the bell of my collar with one hand as I snuck toward the kitchen. Lana was busy watching some show on the TV, this was my chance. She had moved the cookie jar - the one with the heavy lid - on top of the refrigerator... and the good cookies were in it, the chocolate cookies with the chocolate filling. She knew those were my favorite, and she put them up there on purpose just because I ate like twenty of them yesterday and got sick. But I wouldn't do that two days in a row! I just wanted one! I had sat at her feet and laid my head on her knees and whined up at her the way she loves... but I couldn't get her attention while she was watching that stupid show about tiny houses. I hated reality TV and would complain any time Lana put it on... I wasn't allowed to leave the room most of the time however, I had to watch what she wanted to watch. But not tonight. Tonight I roamed free and Lana was distracted. And that meant cookies. I didn't let go of the bell until I was standing on the chair in front of the refrigerator. This was incredibly risky, either of our two roommates would rat me out in a heartbeat, they loved seeing me punished. Celia especially, the sadistic little bitch... but Celia hadn't gotten up yet and Marcie was out. So it was just the two of us... honestly, it was sort of a surprise that I wasn't pinned to a wall with her tongue down my throat, but she could have that any time and this episode of her show was apparently special. The finale or something. I shifted carefully as I reached for the cookie jar, trying to make sure I didn't crinkle too loudly. Lana bought these particular diapers because they were the loudest and I didn't even have the muffling effect of a onesie or a skirt - my diaper was fully exposed, all I had on was a croptop that read "Cutest Pet NA". Thankfully the diaper crinkled a little less when it was wet. And it was quite wet. The lid of the cookie jar was heavy, and it was difficult to keep everything in mind - the diaper from crinkling, the chair from wobbling, the cookie jar lid from falling, the bell from jingling. I held my breath as I set the lid aside and reached in, grabbing a cookie. I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth but didn't chew - the crunch might be too loud - and grabbed another before putting the lid back. It didn't feel right when I pulled my hand away, however - the lid scraped along my fingernails. I winced in discomfort, climbing down from the chair carefully before sitting in it to enjoy my prize. I ate the cookies quickly but quietly, wishing I had time for a glass of milk... but if I got caught with cookies and milk... I shuddered at the thought. When I was done, I snuck out of the kitchen, still holding the bell and waddling, down the hallway that separated the three bedrooms from the living room... I was going to sneak down the hall and sit back down at Lana's feet and she'd never know... But she was waiting for me in the hallway. Lana was a bit tall for a girl, 5'10", and her athletic pursuits left her with a lot more muscle mass than me. I was small, 5'3", and slender. Her size combined with her stature, further combined with my instincts and I was doomed. I yelped in surprise and fell to my knees, the bell on my collar jingling furiously. "What exactly are you doing, pretty girl?" she asked in that oh-so-sweet voice that meant I was in trouble. A tingle went down my spine. I couldn't resist her and she knew it. She reveled in it. I'd try, every so often - I didn't ask for these instincts, I had to fight them at least a little... I had made it all the way to twenty-six, I had thought I was one of the Keepers, not the other... but I just hadn't met the right person. "Nothing, ma'am," I whimpered, placing my palms on the ground, shivering. I was used to the temperature - I never wore clothes, they weren't expected of "my kind"... my body temperature rose the day I underwent the change... clothes were uncomfortable now, as much as I hated to admit it. "Nothing?" she asked sharply, "So you're going to add lying to your list of misdeeds today?" Before I could sink myself further, she knelt down and grabbed my right hand and held it up. My eyes widened when I saw it. The polish was scratched off my index finger and middle finger. She had me in an asymmetric pattern this week, pastel shades, pink and green and blue... but a green and a blue were scratched and showed the pale nail beneath. Ruined. "Oh no," I whispered, quivering in her grasp. I pulled my hand away, clutching it to my chest. I backed away, scooting on my knees before I stood to run, the bell on the collar jingling. She let me get three steps before her command split the air. "Sit." I dropped to the ground immediately, my soggy, puffy diaper squelching under me as I did. I never stood a chance. She'd been conditioning me for years, ever since that day... I had really thought I was a Keeper, not a Pet. Nobody knew for sure, some people went their whole lives without finding a match, in that vanilla limbo. I thought I would too, or that I would find the Pet that pleased me, that tickled me and excited me. Being a Keeper was so glamorous. The TV shows were always about the Keepers - sure the Pets were there too, but there was no such thing as a Pet without a Keeper - but the Keeper was always the star, and everyone wanted to be one. I had run into her in the grocery store, in the soda aisle. I had been mature then, my blonde hair in smooth waves, my makeup just so, my cold shoulder sweater exposing the perfect amount of skin, contrasting beautifully with the short shorts that showed every inch of my legs. I was hot and I knew it. I was mature, I was responsible, I had a great job, and I was on the lookout for a Pet. Size didn't matter, there were lots of short Keepers. And there she was. Long brown hair spilling over her shoulders, a cream top with a low-cut neck exposing her cleavage, a pair of comfortable, loose jeans beneath them. Sneakers to my chunky wedges. She was stylish and sure, but she was the kind of girl I would normally pass by... until our eyes met. I had wanted a soda from the top shelf, and I was reaching when she plucked it and handed it to me. And our gazes locked. And we knew. We knew in that moment who was who. And I knew that I wasn't a Keeper at all. She pulled my basket from me gently and set it down on the ground, setting hers next to it. Then she took me by the wrist and walked me out of the store... and there was nothing I could do to resist. The attraction of a new Bond was too intense, my brain was barely functioning. I had fuzzed out. When her eyes bore into mine, it was like I just stopped thinking. My whole body felt warm and tingly, like I was overheating. When I came to, I was in the trunk of her hatchback, my shorts and sweater gone, my shoes gone. I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine on a plastic mat in nothing but my panties and bra. And I knew. The blood test was quick, and I was registered... we had bonded, and I belonged to Lana. "Good girl," she praised, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. "But you weren't a good girl just a bit ago, were you?" I wanted her with every fibre of my being. It was the Bond. I wanted her hands on me. When she took charge, when she took control, it's all I wanted. To submit, to be hers. To be a good girl. A person unfamiliar with the Bond would think I resented it, that I wanted to escape... but that's not how the Bond works. I loved my Keeper with every bit of me. Any thoughts of having a Pet of my own vanished that day, the day I became hers. And she loved me. The Bond changed us both, she'd do anything to protect me, to care for me, to keep me safe. I was more vulnerable now, less safe. She would own me and protect me. Forever. "No, ma'am," I whispered. "What were you doing, Pet? Be a good girl now." She was working the conditioning hard, I didn't stand a chance. She closed those three steps in one and hovered over me. "I took two cookies, ma'am," I confessed, quivering in her shadow. "And... I scratched my nail polish on the lid of the cookie jar... " Without another word, she wrapped a hand around my wrist, and I did the stupidest thing I could. I resisted. I yanked my hand away and pulled back, scooting away from her. "No," I complained. I knew where I was headed, I knew what was in store for me. But it was Sunday! I wasn't supposed to be confined today! I was supposed to have free reign and stretch my legs and relax and... "Kara," she snapped, causing me to sit up straight at attention instantly. "You are a Pet. You belong to me. I am your Keeper. You WILL submit to me, you will do everything I want and you will like it. Your every waking moment belongs to me. Your diapered bottom belongs to me. Your body, your mind, and your soul all belong to me. You- " I fuzzed out. It was too much. The world got shaky and everything went white as the stream of domination spilled from her lips. As she leaned in closer, the scent of her shampoo in my nostrils, that firm tone in my ears... and my vision got blurry and white around the edges. It was always like this, every time. She had the keys to my mind and could shut me down just by talking. Every Keeper could do that to their Pet and we were certainly no different. When I came to, we were in the living room.. and I was in my cage, my hands poking through the bars just as she was locking them in place. "Lana," I whined, "I want out!" She reached in through the hole in the top of the cage, the one she used to give me treats or pettings and stroked my curled hair. She curled it every morning, part of our grooming routine. She doted on me, she gave me tons of attention. She needed my submission just as much as I needed her dominance. We grew grey and ill if we were apart too long, it was just the way of things. "You ruined your nails, you naughty girl," she scolded even as she scritched behind my left ear. She was just a few millimeters from the spot... I cocked my head and she found it, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I felt the diaper grow warm between my legs and smiled. That was common for Pets - attention made us lose control. "We're going to fix your nails, let them dry, and then I'm going to take you to the bedroom." "Hey," Celia yawned as she strolled through the living room and plopped down on the couch. "I thought Sunday was her roaming day? Aren't her legs going to cramp?" The Kara of old, before I had fuzzed that first time, would have been horrified at this. I was kneeling in a cage, my hands poking out of the front and locked in place while Lana calmly painted my nails, my diaper was wet and obvious... I would have died of embarrassment. But being embarrassed about this would be like being embarrassed about breathing. It just was. And it was like this everywhere. We had gotten this cage at a local petstore just recently - the effects of the Bond were well understood even if the cause wasn't. "Someone was stealing cookies," Lana explained as she drew the loaded polish brush lightly across my nails. "Someone obviously didn't want to roam today." "Lana," I whined again. "I do want to roam, I'll be good... I just really wanted a cookie!" "Then why didn't you ask for a cookie, sweet pet?" she teased. "I think we're going to put on your kitten mittens when this is dry." "No!" I cried. I couldn't do anything with the mittens on, my hands would be completely useless. Two padded paws. Adorable, but useless. "Wow," Celia laughed. "Someone's been saying that word a lot lately, you'd think she likes being punished." I shot her a glare. Celia had sandy-blonde hair in a chin-length cut and was happy to lounge around in her pajamas, a pair of fleecy pants and a t-shirt about some video game. I may have been a Pet, I may have been helpless before Lana, but I was not helpless to Celia. And I didn't appreciate her teasing. "Oh she does," Lana chuckled. "You can feel when your Pet enjoys something. It's... nice. And Kara is a glutton for punishment. She loves the attention, she loves the feel of my hands on her... even when they're spanking." A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt a new heat rising inside the diaper. She had this effect on me, especially when I was restrained. I had never imagined that anyone, anything could make me feel as good as Lana did. As good as being owned by her did. "I hope I get a Pet that cute," Celia giggled. "Watching you with her is... nice. I want one." "I hope you find your Keeper," I snapped at her from behind the bars. Celia was Lana's best friend, she hadn't liked me at all at first, those first weeks when Lana brought me home... she enjoyed living off of Lana selling all my belongings, that was for sure - but that was all she wanted. She had grown warmer as the years passed and was quite fond of me. I generally liked her too, but she tended to pile on if I was in trouble. We got along great when I was out of the cage. Unfortunately the cage was a fixture in the living room for a reason. Right next to Lana's chair, so she could reach in and pet me whenever she wanted. "Oh, she's feisty today," Celia laughed outright. "When was the last time you fucked her?" My cheeks burned crimson at this. It was one thing for Lana to talk that way, it was another for Celia to say it! I started to protest, but Lana cut me off. "Two days. But we're going to fix that, aren't we, Kara-pet? Right after we get your nails pretty and dried and your kitten mittens on. We'll take you back and... well... I think you're going to cum a few times in that wet diaper before we really get started." I could feel that brain-fuzz descending again as she took my mind with her words. I was helpless before her. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Idk why but the thought of being diapered and having sex with a girl dressed as a cat also in a diaper mega hot anyone else have similar ideas

Blackness surrounded her. She struggled, but was unable to move. Ropes dug into her limbs, pulling her and twisting her into cramped crouched position on her side.Worse, she had no idea where she was or why.Gabriela thought she was moving. It was more of a guess then anything, however, as the thick cushioning around her hid any vibration and she couldn't hear the sound of an engine. It was more of a hope, that she was travelling somewhere and would be allowed out when she got there.The only problem was she wasn't certain if she really wanted to be where she was going. She had undergone her training, really more of a series of punishments, and been sold. She knew that much. After that... nothing. She imagined she had been drugged with something. Even stages of her training were blurry and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to remember them. Owners were notoriously different in how they took care of their subs. Some were loving and kinds, others were harsh and cruel, with all levels in between. Gabriela imagined whoever now owned her wanted her disoriented and confused, and the plan was working.Finally something seemed to change. The air smelled a bit fresher, and felt cooler. She heard creaking. She still couldn't see anything, but felt hands reach down and grab her. She was pulled out of her confined and untied. They put her on her feet, and she stumbled until she was grabbed by both arms and held up. Finally, a blindfold she wasn't aware she was wearing was pulled off her face. She blinked quickly, unused to the sunlight, and tried to look around.She was facing a farm, she realized. There were acres of field of her covered with rows of corn. In the distance she saw a large, three story house built with white paneling and brick. Beyond that was a series of large steel barns surrounded by animals. She turned around behind herself to see a row of houses. Finally, there were several large men around her, who all seemed to be focusing on a single woman in a dark suit. The woman was holding a riding crop, she realized with a gulp. Gabriela was suddenly aware that she was entirely naked.The woman in front of her smirked. "A bit scared, are you? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have lots of fun." The others all laughed at her. "As long as you can behave, that is. You, my little one, are going to be my star attraction."She walked up to Gabriella and began inspecting her, grabbing and pinching at her flesh. "You certainly seem to be in good shape," she said. She kept looking at her, then sniffed the air. "You smell though." She fingered the sweat that had been building up on her when she was locked up. "You smell like a pig. Don't you, little piggy?"She stared at the woman blankely.'Well?" She snapped the riding crop at her thighs. "Answer!""Yes! Yes I do!" She whined, terrified."Good piggy. What do you smell like?""A piggy.""Good. Say it. Say your a pig and oink for me."'I'm a pig I'm a pig! Oink oink!" Gabriela was confused and frightened. This was not something she had expected or had been trained to do, and she responded as quickly as she could to avoid the crop. The other's laughed, and she wondered if perhaps it was a joke of some kind. She stared around, eyes pouting and pleading for some explanation. Instead they laughed more as her face turned red at what she had been forced to do.'Good girl. Yes we are going to have a lot of fun. But first, we need to get you ready. I'm afraid you're training hasn't quite prepared you for what we do here. I always thought it lacked in some areas. But we can fix that, can't we?""Yes, ma'am," she gave the reply her training had made instinctual. She smiled. "At least you're obedient. Maybe its a good thing they didn't train you for this, it makes it more fun for me." The woman reached into his pocket and pulled out a collar. It was thick and black, but decorated with pink hearts. A set of steel tags dangled from the front. She reached around behind her neck and attached it. She then turned something, and she heard a snap. She drew back his hand to show a key, which he put into his pocket. "We won't be needing this," she said. As she said that, Gabriela felt one of the men behind her sewing an extra piece over her collar. It really wasn't coming off, she realized as a pit formed in her stomach.'This collar marks you as my own. I am your mistress, you are my property. The collar won't come off and it is reinforced with wiring, so don't even try to cut it. There is a tracker inside it, so we always know if you try to run away." She fingered the tags in front of her. "These give all the information anyone needs if they find you, including how to bring you back to me, what you are going to be called, how you are to be kept when found, and how you are to be punished. You don't need to know what it says, any more then a pet dog or cat would ever know what her tags say. Believe me, you don't want any of that enacted, and if it does, we have more permanent ways to mark you. You don't want to be branded, do you?""N- no ma'am!" she said, shaking.Sje smiled. "Good. Now, if you behave well, this won't be too hard for you. However, cross me..." she held the riding crop up "and it will get much worse. Understood?""Yes ma'am!""Good. Now, come with me." Her mistress attached the end of a leash to her collar, then turned around and began to walk away. Gabriella tried to follow her, but one of the men around her forced her down to her knees. She didn't move for a moment, then the leash tightened and forced her forward. The woman turned back and smirked as she began to crawl after her, naked except for her leash and collar, and slipping in the mud. Even with the training she had gone through, the idea of strangers seeing her crawl around, naked, sweaty and dirty was horrible. For a moment she almost wished she was back at training, where at least she was indoors, with people she knew and doing things that had become familiar. She remembered those days- the constant embarrassment and pain, how she wished to finally be done and moved on to her owner- ironic that she now was craving it.Her new owner led her down a long drive way toward the house she had seen. She must have been rich, she realized, as it was far larger then any farm house she had seen. As they got closer, however, he turned and led her down a different path. Gabriela glanced toward the house, confused, but didn't dare raise the question. He training had taught her not to speak unless spoken too, and hundreds of hard lashes came back to her at even considering doing otherwise. It was only as the turned around the corner of the house that she realized with increasing dread they were heading toward the barns. The smell of animals hit her at once, and she almost choked. She prayed that she wouldn't be expected to live there, among the animals and filth... but worse things had happened to subs. She sighed and went through a mental list of all the horror stories she had been told, all the things that could happen, all the placed she could go if she didn't behave and should be happy she wasn't going to. It was a method she had been taught to behave for her masters. People who lived solely to be punished, spanked and whipped hundreds of times a day and force fed garbage food before being left to sleep in bondage. Boys who were treated as girls for all purposes, with details that left all the males listening in near tears. People being locked in the same diaper for days, living and sleeping in their filth until the smell and the rash became unbearable. She had experienced portions of a lot of them, and didn't want any more. She couldn't place what was happening on any of the descriptions she had been given, but perhaps that was by design, as many owners wanted what was happening to be a surprise, and the trainers always knew what was best. The exercise helped her. She was here to be his submissive, a role she had been chosen for based on her own behavior and trained to do. It was her job to do as ordered without questioning, no matter how humiliation and painful, and she would do it as her duty. She looked at her new owner, feeling a mix of fear and affection that had been trained into her. She was there to please her. The owner knew best, the owner was in charge, and the sub must obey, she kept telling herself. Nothing else mattered.Finally they reached the barn. She opened a side door and lead her in. Pigs honked all around her, and the smell was far worse then the outside. She cringed as he led her through piles of mud, straw and waste along the floor, and tried not to inhale through her nose. Finally she pulled her into an empty stall, then turned to face her."Enjoying it so far?" her owner asked.'Ye-no---YES ma'am!" she said, trying to decide what he wanted to hear rather then state her opinion. The woman laughed. "You don't have to lie to me. Tell me the truth. What do you think?" "I'm scared ma'am," she said truthfully. "What if I told you this was your new home? Would that make you happy?" "No ma'am," she said, almost in tears. She knew she wasn't supposed to complain. However, she had asked, and hadn't told her what to think. "Awww poor little baby piglet," her mistress reached down and rubbed her head, then cupped her chin and raised her face. "Don't worry. This doesn't have to last. If you show you can behave here, you'll be allowed to live in my house, ok? You can be kept clean, and wander around behind me, cuddling against me and eating beside me. You'll only need to come back here for shows or for punishment. Doesn't that sound fun?" She nodded, truthfully. What he was describing was almost ideal for a sub- to be kept in comfort and coddled, a plaything to be spoiled and cared for by the owner. "Now. As for your outfit. I think it needs to be changed, don't you?" She looked down at her naked body. Before she could respond, the men on either side of her lifted her up. They carried her to the side of the pen, where there was a large shelf, and dropped her on all fours. Her owner reached underneath the shelf where there was a set of small doors. She opened them, and began to take things out. Her mistress held the first object in front of her. It was a large steel plug with a curled tail at the end. A replica pigs tail she realized. "You, my little one, are going to be my baby pig. Understood?" "Yes ma'am," she said in a broken voice, dreading the feeling of the plug. "Now now, from now on my name is Mommy, alright? Mistress also works. And you're new name is going to be Piggy, though I'm going to have fun calling you different names you need to get used to. Alright?" "Yes Mi- Mommy." She said, and her mistress laughed. Mistress reached behind her and slowly slide the plug inside. She cringed as it went in, then sighed in relief when it finally stopped. The intrusion was noticeable, but not painful. She looked back to see a tail seemingly sticking out the back of her, and blushed. Did she have to be a pig? She had been trained to act like a puppy, and a cat, but a pig? The thought made her shiver, and she tried to remind her self of what she owed to her mistress, and how much worse it could be. Somehow, it didn't help much. "Oh, and one fun part about this?" her Mommy took out a controller, which she looked at curiously. She pressed a button, and Gabriela gasped as it began vibrating. "Enjoy that?" She nodded. "Annndd if you're naughty," she pushed another button. A wave of shocks jolted Gabriella, making her squeal until he hit the button again. She lay down panting for breath. "Less fun, eh?" She nodded again and whined. "At least it makes you squeal like a piggy." Her mistress ruffled her hair. Her Mommy then picked her up and turned her over onto her back. Gabriela realized that the other men who had come with her had departed, perhaps convinced her new owner had her under control. "Now, want to guess what is next?" she asked. Gabriela shook her head. The woman reached underneath to pull out a white object. "I did tell you you were a BABY pig, didn't I?" she asked. Gabriela's eyes went wide. It was a diaper, she realized. She had been trained for this, but hadn't expected it after everything else. She turned it over to show the printing on the front, displaying cartoon barn animals each smiling and wearing a diaper. She pointed to a pig. "See? Just like you. Now lift your hips." She groaned and obeyed. This had always been one of the worse parts of her training. Diaper training had always been humiliating, and combined with the rest, it was too much.The woman slid the diaper underneath her and powdered it well, then lifted her ankles up and readjusted before bringing them down. She felt the thickness of the cushion underneath her, then between her legs as the lifted it up and taped it on snugly. It was wider then most of the diapers she had been trained with, she realized. Perhaps to encourage her to crawl like a pig, she thought, shuddering again. She went back to her training and reminded herself of what else she could be doing. "Good baby pig," her Mistress said. She turned her over into crawling position again, then reached into her diaper and pulled something. To Gabriella's surprise, the tail came out through a tiny hole in the diaper, which she realized must have been specially designed for this exact humiliating ordeal. She groaned again. She felt a sharp pain on her thigh and yelped. She looked back to see her Mistress holding the riding crop up. She stared at her in fear. "I don't want to hear that complaint again, Piggy. You are hear under my ownership. You do not get to argue. Whenever I give you something, no matter how humiliating or painful, you will love and cherish it, not groan. Is that understood?" "Yes Mommy sorry Mommy!" She said. She couldn't believe what she had been doing. She had upset her owner on her first DAY. It had been far different then she had expected, but it still didn't bode well for her. "Good. Next time, however, will be far worse. Now, lets finish getting you dressed. Her owner reached underneath the shelves and took out a long piece of pink cloth. Her mistress pulled it over her, and she realized it was a onesie that seemed to combine a baby's pajamas with a pig costume. It fit tightly around her, and seemed to be made out of latex. She tried to fight back the whining at the appearance. Next the took out a bonnet with pig's ears sticking out the top and strapped it under her chin. She held up a pacifier made in the shape of a pig's snout, put it in her mouth and tied it behind her head. This was followed with mittens in the shape of hoofs, and a pair of similar objects he attached to her knees. She wondered at this a moment until he attached a strap to her ankles and tried it to the back of her onsie, leaving her feet in the air and her body balancing on her knees and hands. Finally, her owner picked her up again and set her down on the ground in the mud. She looked around at her surroundings, and her new home. There was a pile of straw in the corner which she assumed would be her bed, and a trough she prayed she wouldn't need to eat from. There was mud and dirt everywhere, and it was impossible to keep clean. Worse of all, there was a mirror leaning in a corner, seeming to exist only for the purpose of showing her how ridiculous she looked. She could have cried at the appearance. Her mistress snapped the riding crop at her. "Crawl!" she said, and Gabriela jumped to obey. It was snapped again, and she yelped. "Crawl!" the woman said again, pointing in a direction. Every time she reached one side of the tiny pen, her Mommy smacked her again, and sent her crawling in a new direction. She rushed each time, panicking and feeling the need to obey. She became filthier and filthier as it happened, and her eyes became wet with tears. Finally her Mommy snapped it again. "Now, roll around in the mud like a pig." She obeyed, now fully crying. "Awww is my poor baby pig sad?" her Mommy asked. She nooded, holding back tears. She whacked her hard with the crop and she yelped. "Well, get used to this for now, you will spend a lot of time here until you prove you deserve something else, and still more time after that for shows." She looked at her owner. Shows? He had mentioned it before. What did he mean? She hoped it wasn't what it seemed. Her mistress seemed to read her mind. "Oh, don't worry, that will become clear soon. See, this isn't just a farm, but a museum of farms. And you, my little piglet, will me my star attraction." She began to panic. She hadn't even thought of that. She was going to go on display? For money? She tried to raise the questions, but the pacifier muffled them. Her mistress snapped the riding crop again. "Now now, no arguing. IF there is one thing they taught you, it was that. But, as for the things he didn't." She croached down beside her. "Even after you've earned the right to live in my mansion, IF you earn the right, you will come back her every weekend, and whenever people are willing to play. You will put on a show for them, crawling around, being punished as they demand whether you deserve it or not, using your diapers like a good baby." She pointed to one corner with his crop. "See that corner? WHenever you use your diapers and earn a change, they will be dumped right there, so you can live next to your own waste like a real pig." Gabriela yelped at that. Next she pointed to the door, and a truck out front. "That truck has raising sides so I can tour around, putting you on display, charging people to see you and to 'play' with you. And I bet you can't wait to find out what 'play' means." She shuddered. "You will earn your keep. And for now...." she pointed to the trough. "That is what you will eat from. You will have a good meal, loaded with plenty of stuff that will ensure you use your diapers not long from now, as I lead you around town to advertise my new exhibit. In fact, lets get started, shall we?" She pulled a lever, and a disgusting mixture of slime and chunks pored out. Gabriela prayed it wasn't just what was fed to pigs, but from the appearance and smell it very well could have been. Her mistress leaned over and sprinkled a jar into it. A laxative, she realized. Her stomach turned at the though. Where had THIS been in the training? "This will help ensure you don't have control over certain functions, I'm sure you can guess which. The only control will be this, and the plug it is attached to." She held up the remote, then reached down and untied her. "Now, get eating." She unhooked the pacifier. Gabriela looked at her pleadingly, and she raised the crop. She crawled forward and stared at the mess in front of her. The smell made her want to gag. She had hoped perhaps it appeared worse then it was for show, but if anything, the opposite seemed to be true. Was this supposed to happen? Masters had a duty to feed their subs. It was never clarified what, but this... SHe looked at it again and almost thew up. "Well? I'm waiting? Don't let them get the laxative or you will regret it." She indicated the other end of the trough with her crop, where Gabriella realized to her horror pigs had began to eat from a different section. IN reality they weren't close, but the thought was enough to make her cringe again. She stared at the food with tears in her eyes. This wasn't what she had been trained for. The diapers were one thing- she had experienced that, and if anything it was the worse she had experienced. Even being treated like some animals was alright, dogs, cats... But pigs? She groaned at the though. Nothing she had done was that humiliating. Then living out in the barn, surrounded by animals, laying in filth, diapered anyway as if to add insult to injury, and paraded around for all to see and PAY for favors? What did that even mean? She began to shake her head. Tears poured from her eyes. Everything in her training told her that it was wrong, that she must obey, but... this was too much. This wasn't what she had wanted at all. "No," she said, shaking after speaking words she never expected to say. "No Mommy I won't. I can't." "Excuse me?" she spoke in a cold, calm voice, and grabbed the crop with both hands. She stared at her, to terrified to speak. As soon as she had said it she knew it was a mistake. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. It began with shocks coming from the plug. She collapsed moaning to the ground. The shocks continued, and she struggled to get back up but found her muscles were too weak. She felt arms around her. She was picked up, then lain stomach down over something hard. It was her owner's knee, she realized, and she was in position for a spanking. The first blow was enough to make her yelp. A loud THWACK filled the air around her, and a sharp sting made her jump. She dared not struggle, however, as she knew she could only make it worse. The spanks continued on her padded rear, each getting more painful then the last as the soreness from the combined spanking and shocks grew. She lost track of time and had no idea how many she had received when she finally felt a pause. She looked up at her mitress hopefully, but turned back down and sobbed loudly as she felt her undo the back of her onesie and pull down her diaper. She began spanking her again, this time on her bare bottom. The sharp CRACK of her bare skin replaced the dull thud of her diaper, and the pain became sharper. She now screamed and cried out loud with each painful smack. Once again there was a pause, but she didn't even have time to look up when she felt the side of the riding crop pressed against her bottom. Still resigned to her fate, she offered no resistance as the most painful part of her spanking commenced. The feeling was awful. The pain was awful. The humiliation was worse. However, the back of her mind kept telling her she deserved it. She knew better then to disobey her owner. She had learned that over and over again, had it repeated in her mind accompanied by the harshest reminders possible. She knew this was going to happen, and that it was for her own good. She had told herself these things over and over again, and found the idea came easier each time. Finally the spanking stopped, and she turned off her buzzer. She lay crying over her lap. "Will you behave from now on?" her mistress asked, emphasizing her words with another spank. "Yes!" she sobbed. "WIll you ever argue with me again?" "No Mommy." "Willy you be a good little Piggy?" "Yes Mommy! I'll be a good piggy," the tears were still coming down, even more as she realized her own words were true. "Are you sorry? What do you say after a spanking?" "I"m so sorry Mommy! It won't happen again! Please please don't hate me! I promise I'll be good! I'm so sorry!" "Good little Piglet," she said. She pulled her diaper back up, then re did her onesie. She turned the diapered girl over and cradled her in her lap, rocking her as her sobs slowed and her tears dried up. "Good. Now, we can let that one mishap go since its your first day. However, I don't want any more nonsense, you hear? The food we give you may seem bad, but it is made for someone just like you and has all the nutrients you need." "Yes Mommy. I'm so soso sorry Mommy. Ummm, Mommy?" She knew that what she said must be true. She was always taught her master or mistress would take care of her. She must have food that was good for her. "Yes, Piggy?" "Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for showing me how to be a good gi... piggy for you. I know I needed it." She smiled, then kissed her head. "Good Piggy. You are welcome. Now, lets get you fed, shall we?" She nodded, and she placed her down. He pulled her toward the trough with her collar. She stared at it, still trying to fight back the smell, but her mistress pushed her head down. Obediently, she began to eat. Her hands were still on the ground, but she shoved her face in and chomped as best she could, realizing she was getting her face covered in the disgusting gruel. The taste was as bad as the smell had promised. It seemed to be a rough blend of whatever was left over in the kitchen, at times soft and mushy, at times crunchy, at times bland and at times overpowering. Also on her mind were the laxatives that she had seen her mix it in, an especially tough concept given the plug in her bottom and the diaper wrapped around it. "Then that is what I need," she told herself, and kept eating. The food made her want to gag, but she worked through it. She ate until she was full, but her Mommy kept holding her head, and she kept eating. Soon he was petting her and speaking to her soothingly. "Goood Piggy," she whispered "theres a good little piggy." She kept eating, and her mistress pulled the lever to pour more food into the trough. She forced herself to swallow again and again, until finally everything was gone. Her stomach was already cramping, and she felt so bloated it was almost difficult to move. She wanted more then anything to lie down and rest as her stomach handled what she had been fed. Her Mommy, however, had a different idea. "Come on, little Piggy. You need to work off all that food, don't you?" She reattached the piglet pacifier behind her head. She whined but nodded, and her mistress attached a leash to her collar. She braced herself for what he knew must be coming. It was one thing to perform for her owner in private, another to do it in public. He reached under the counter again, this time pulling out a sign on a rope. Gabriella managed to read as she brought it over. "New exhibit- Baby Pig, "Piggy", 1030 am Sunday". She hooked the rope over the collard girl's head head. She pulled on her leash, and her piglet followed obediently. She crawled as fast as he could, but struggled to keep up. Her bloated stomach made it all the worse, as well as the cramping as the massive amount of food and laxatives moved quickly through her system. He took her out the barn and back down the path she had entered. She watched with growing anticipation and despair as the rows of houses got closer and closer. Already it seemed there were people waiting to see. They left the farm amid a chorus of laughter and applause. She blushed, and kept her head down. "No no, Piggy. You're on display. Show them your pretty face! Wave!" She struggled to obey, raising her hand as quickly as she could before the forced movement of her crawling made her stumble. Her stomach ached and let out a loud groan, and she reached back to hold it before being pulled forward again. Her mistress paraded her around the town, attracting a crowed of jeering followers and photo takers. She certainly was getting her advertisement, she realized. It seemed as if everyone for miles saw her. Her cramps were getting worse and worse. The thought of messing her diapers in public was terrible, but one she had been trained for. However, the plug kept it in, and she almost wished for the humiliation of filling her pants over the ache of the laxatives. The walk continued. "How long would it be?" she wondered. Crawling was exhausting, and her arms and legs were getting sore. It was then that she looked up at her mistress. Sh was smiling slyly down at her. It took her a moment to realized why. In her free hand he had the remote, hidden from any angle but her own. She winked at her sub, then hit a button. Gabriella gasped as the plug suddenly shrank inside her. It moved out quickly, leaving her quivering. Worse, it was instantly and uncontrollably followed by a massive pile of sludge pouring out of her. She stumbled and fell, but was pulled forward and struggled to keep up as she gasped and panted through messing her pampers. The response from the audience was massive. Even if they couldn't see her pampers and onesie inflating behind her, the sound was loud enough for anyone to hear, and her reaction made it all the more obvious. If that didn't do it, the smell came soon after, and lingered anywhere she crawled. The audience, for their part, laughed and jeered, snapping pictures and sending them off, a sure sign that her future shows would be far from private. She pouted. It really was worse then she had imagined. However, she knew, there was no point in complaining. It was what she was there for, and she'd do her part. ... Each spank on her bare bottom brought laughter and cheers from the crowed. As before, she was bent over her Mommy's lap, onesie open and diaper pulled down as he smacked. Unlike the first time, however, this spanking was not brought on by her behavior, but simply for the amusement of the crowd. It was a position she had often found herself in, and a crowd favorite. She was thankful that this time, at least, her Mommy wasn't letting them come and spank her themselves. Each blow brought more pain and cries from her, but she didn't even think about struggling. This was what she was here for, she knew, and what she needed. She had realized since arriving that she was part of a kind of carnival of the bizarre, where she was the main attraction. Along with everything he could get from the actual animals, Mommy had made a small fortune on paying costumers coming to see something strange. While some zoos had animals behaving like peopleo- bicycling, doing tricks, drawing pictures- her mistress had much more success with the opposite, people behaving like animals. Add to that the kink factor in her case, and there was a winning combination. People came for miles to see the baby pig woman, with varying emphasis on the 'baby' and the 'pig,' not to mention the 'woman.' She was as likely to find herself in simple baby clothes and diapers, or in a pig costume complete with a mask, or even just her collar. People could pay for any number of things they wanted her to do, even renting her to take on and show off to friends at parties. The worst was when they'd travel, and she'd be locked inside a cage, visible from all angles in whatever humiliating and exposing situation her mistress had cooked up for her. The final blows on her aching bottom brought her out of her thoughts. Another part of her was aching, reminding her of yet another one of the most popular attractions. Her stomach growled and cramped, making her moan. She hoped this one would come soon. Thankfully, her Mommy pulled up her diaper and took out the remote. She sighed in relief. There was a time she'd have been horrified at the prospect of what was about to happen, and a time even before that she'd have fought against it. Now, however, no matter how humiliating and degrading it was, she accepted that it was for the best. Her Mommy's happiness, and the happiness of the viewers, proved it for her. It didn't matter if it embarrassed her, she knew. He clicked a button, and she felt the plug inside her shrink and pop out. Instantly a long stream began to pour from her bottom, accompanied by a loud 'blaarrt.' The crowed ewwed, laughed and cheered as the back of her diaper expanded. She kept pushing, loudly expelling more and more slime into the waiting padding. She had been kept plugged for days now, and the food she was given was specifically designed to provide for loudly and visibly filled diapers for the audience. With the amount she had been aching, this was more a relief then anything else. She had lost all control of her ability to stop, and there was no longer a time when her owner would remove the plug and not find her diaper almost instantly filled. She kept pushing, emitting more noises and laughter from the audience. The smell reached her, piling even above the smell of the animals and filth around her. She felt a hard smack on the back of her diaper, making her yelp. There was another, then another, and she realized her Mommy was giving her another spanking, this time in her full diaper. She winced and held tightly onto her legs. This was more for the humiliation and uncomfort of having her messy diaper spanked, but after the previous punishment, it was still painful. She yelped with each time, and tried to hold back her squirming. With the mess pressed into her, it was all the more noticeable, and it itched horribly. Finally her mistress stopped. "Arlight stinky butt!" she said with one more smack. "Time to eat!" She put the piglet girl on the ground on all fours. This time she needed no encouragement as she crawled forward, her messy padded rear wiggling and swaying for all to see as she approached the trough and shoved her face inside, making as much a mess as she could as she ate. This was the normal expected order. She often was only allowed to mess shortly before feeding. This ensured more used diapers sooner, and provided a necessary break before the change, both of which meant more people watching for longer. At times, she could go hours without a change if Mommy decided it was for the best. She wondered idly if she'd be allowed to sleep in the house tonight. That was happening more and more, and her treatment inside was getting better and better. Her food was improving, and she often had more comfortable beds to sleep in. As with the audiences, her experienced could vary depending on what her mistress wanted, varying from full baby treatment, to full pig, to only a woman, and all in between. However, at all times one thing was certain: she was her's, all her's, and only her's. She heard snippets of her mistress' speech now, giving a time for her diaper change at some point in the future. She didn't bother to listen. She didn't need to know, and didn't have anything to keep track of time anyway. In fact, it was better that she didn't. All she had to do was obey when the time came. It was a lesson she had learned again and again, and now fully understood.

A Fox in the Snow I almost missed her. There was a rustle on the path, off to my right, a flash of orange. A whimper. The crisp white crumpled beneath my feet, a cacophony with each step as I wandered away from the path. It couldn't have been. They were too rare. But that orange, that color, that sound... you couldn't track them, they left no prints. No one understood exactly what they were, but they were beautiful and sweet and gentle - and had been creatures of myth until just a couple of years ago. The first one captured had made worldwide headlines - real, live fox girl. The kitsune, they called her. A few more had turned up after that, once the owner of the first girl shared some details about what they eat, where they live, what they like. But they were so rare - they left no trace, they left no track, they left no scent... I sighed, my breath a steaming cloud as I looked around - the path was no longer in sight, I had wandered well into the woods and the trees were so much thicker here. I shivered, bringing my fingers to my mouth as I breathed into my cupped hands. I didn't live too far from here, this was my "summer home"... I did it kind of backwards from most people though. I fled the warm weather of the summer to go someplace cold. I had built my own place not far from the Canadian border in northern Alaska and I liked it here. My nearest neighbor was three miles away and it was just me and nature. The perfect place to write. And that's all this chase was, most likely. Just a silly fantasy, wishing for a kitsune of my very own - as if I'd find one in the wilds of Alaska. Rubbing my hands together, I turned and began the trek back to the trail, to my cabin that I had designed and commissioned myself. I got the land for a song, no oil, no resources - just a chunk of tundra to hide from the blazing heat of south Texas where I wintered. My mind turned back toward my story, wondering where my characters would take me next... When I spotted her. Just the tip of her tail, a touch of orange and a tuft of white poking out from the brush. I'm not even sure HOW I spotted it, I had almost missed it... but there she was. I parted the branches of the shrub, my heart racing as I hoped against hope that it was real, that this was real life... And I saw her green eyes close as my own brown ones fell upon her. Her breathing was shallow. Her face was pained. My heart clenched as I leaned closer... and saw the blood, and the bone poking out from her shin. A compound fracture. Kitsune supposedly healed very quickly but without treatment, she would never run again - if she could even heal that break on her own. I pulled out my satphone and dialed the emergency line even as I crawled into the brush to crouch next to her. "Northway Dispatch, what's the emergency?" the voice asked on the other end. "Compound fracture of the tibia," I said matter-of-factly. "I need medical assistance." I rattled off what passed for the address of my cabin as the dispatcher promised that assistance would arrive soon. I bundled her up in my arms, wishing I could feel that soft down right now as I did - she was breathtakingly beautiful. Pale, creamy skin and long, red hair.. I averted my eyes from her mound, glimpsing the fiery patch there unintentionally. Other than being bare ass naked in the tundra, there was little that would reveal her as non-human... except for those ears and that tail. A perfect match in color for with her hair, her tail was bushy and looked incredibly soft, and fox ears poked up from the top of her head, white tipped and twitching. She cried out, the softest, smallest cry as I lifted her from the brush. "Shh," I soothed. "You're hurt. I just want to help you." They couldn't talk, of course - not at first. The oh-so-cleverly-named Vixen, the first kitsune, had learned some words eventually but initially they were little more than wild animals. She would likely bite me if she could, but the heat radiated from her body - she was feverish, not even for her kind. I could feel her warmth through my own layers as I carried her, my feet breaking through the rough packed snow as I trudged back to the cabin. We didn't have to wait long for the Doc. I put a kettle on and fetched as many towels as I could muster. I laid the kitsune on my bed, managing to lose only a bare few moments to staring at her breathtaking, haunting beauty. Those green eyes had caught me - they were impossibly deep. Emeralds in the snow of her flesh. Her lips were an equally deep red, parted with her ragged breaths. They were sentient, kitsune, but animalistic. Feral. Untamed. But there was no intelligence in her eyes now. Only pain. The fever, the aches, must have been agony, and I found myself stroking her hair, running my fingers along the impossibly soft tufts of her ears, even as I laid the cool, damp cloth across her forehead. I wanted nothing more in the entire world than to kiss this girl - not girl... kitsune. It hit me like a truck when I realized that there was a real, actual kitsune in my bed. My hand trembled, my own lips quivering as my heart hurt for the beautiful creature. I was saved by a knock at the door. Doc Murphy was young, dashing - living the life of the frontier medic, dreaming of a wilder time when the world itself wasn't so tame. Days long, long before cellphone towers sprouted across the landscape and supplies could be ordered from Amazon in Anchorage. The wilds out here might have been secluded, but they weren't the frontier days gone by. "Liv," he called as he opened my door. I was unreasonably shocked at the intrusion and it took a moment for me to realize he probably thought I was laid up with a broken leg. "Doc," I responded, stepping out of the bedroom and into the living area where he was knocking the snow off his boots, a heavy black medical bag in one hand. "She's in here." "She?" Doc echoed - I knew his name, Justin Murphy, but he was always Doc to me. "Who's visitin.. " His voice trailed off as he rounded the corner of my room, witnessing my kitsune in all her glory, crumpled on my bed and panting softly. I didn't miss the sudden point in the front of his trousers, either. Kitsune had that effect on many - I certainly wasn't immune, my thoughts still turned toward kissing the creature. "I found her near Moose Creek," I offered, pulling back the cooling towel I had soaked with hot water and laid over her wound. Doc, to his credit, didn't even draw a sharp breath through his teeth the way I had expected - but the protruding bone broke the kitsune's lure on him, and he set to work. It was a tough evening - the cries of the kitsune were horrible as he worked the bone back inside her, as he manipulated her flesh until the inside parts were back inside. She screamed and cried and I had to lash her to the bedposts with belts and blankets so he could work. I sat by her, stroking her cheek, petting her soft ears and promising that it would be over soon, that we didn't want to hurt her even as Doc did just that. I hoped she was intelligent enough to see that we had her best interests at heart. Even with the morphine he had given her, the pain must have been incredible to draw out those animal wails - her metabolism burned through the medicine too quickly, he had pondered aloud. He told me he was afraid of giving her too much - he was no expert on kitsune. But who was? She survived. By the end, my bed was covered in blood and piss and my poor kitsune was passed out - from the pain or the drugs, I'd never know, but she slept while he wrapped her leg in the cast. I'd have to take her to the city at some point, but that was a ways off. I needed to get her stable - fed, cleaned, healed some - before we made that seven hour drive. And I had to figure out what I needed to do to legally claim her before I did that. Taking a real, live kitsune into town without some proof that she was mine was asking for her to be snatched right from under me and there was no guarantee the local lawmen would have her best interests at heart at all. They'd probably sell her off to some rich oil asshole before I could blink. I had some research to do. * * * It had been two days since Doc Murphy had left. He had sworn himself to secrecy while I figured everything out - he was a good guy, a good friend. I was lucky to know him. I did my best to get water and medicine - antibiotics and painkillers - into her but Kit... and yes, I realized what an impossibly stupid name I had given her but it was how I thought of her already, so it stuck... didn't make it easy. She wasn't awake for long and when she was it was whimpers, whines, and cries. The supplies I needed had come in and while it wasn't easy to thread an unconscious fox-girl's tail through a small hole in the back of a diaper, I managed. There was something sexy about the puffy plastic-covered underwear on the girl... I couldn't quite put my finger on it, though. Maybe it was just because that was what they always wore on TV. The only other thing she wore was a solid steel collar - seamless - with a single, round, dangling tag. Kit Olivia Lewis Northway 726-555-8762 The tag wouldn't come off easily, and neither would the collar. It wasn't enough to make a legal claim, but it would certainly help. I was still working on that part. In fact, I was still working on that very conundrum when I heard her rustling around in the bedroom. I rose from my seat and tried my best not to rush to her, walking calmly through my cabin to my bedroom. I had made her a bedroll on the floor after I had cleaned up my bedding - but the pillows and blankets were everywhere when I entered the room. It was impossible that she had made such a mess without making a noise... but quiet came naturally to them. She was sitting on the floor, her red tail whipping back and forth wildly as she tugged fiercely on the leash that kept her tied to the leg of the bed. She whimpered with effort, a wince coming to her face as she shifted wrong and her leg hurt her. She was trying with everything she had to pull free, but I had chosen the reinforced leash I had for a reason. "Hey there, Kit," I called softly from the doorway. Her head whipped around, leveling those breathtaking eyes upon me as her brows arched together. She scooted away, her back pressed against the nightstand as she whimpered. She looked so human, but at the same time... not. There was a fire in her eyes, an inner light that shone around that slit pupil - no human had eyes like that, not naturally. She looked like she had eyeliner on, but I knew that was just part of her natural coloring. I stepped cautiously toward her, moving slowly and holding my hands up, palms up, in what I hoped would be a nonthreatening gesture. After three steps, she tried to dart away, dropping low until her breasts were almost touching the floor and attempting to crawl away with what I was sure would have been incredible speed... but the leash held fast. She turned and tugged again, grunting in frustration as she looked at me and whined. "I can't let you go," I explained, as though she could understand me. "Your leg is hurt... " And you're mine now. I couldn't seem to voice that last thought even though I knew in my heart that I would never release her. She would never be wild again, she would be mine forever... "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I want to help you." Reaching the foot of the bed, I pulled a small container of jerky from the bag of supplies, drawing out a piece and holding it up so she could see it. "Here you go, Kit," I said soothingly, holding out the fragrant meat. Her back was against the nightstand again, the leash pulled taut as she still tried to escape. I set the jerky down between us and backed away, kneeling and waiting. "Go on," I nodded at the food. "You must be hungry. You haven't eaten in two days." The plastic of her diaper rustled as she leaned forward gracefully, snatching the jerky from the floor with shocking swiftness and holding it to her mouth, sniffing it before biting into it with her sharp teeth. So human... and yet so very not. I took another piece from the bag, setting it a little closer to me before I sat down on the ground and waited. She stared it it, and me, for many long moments, motionless. I wouldn't believe she was real if I hadn't carried her here myself. She was surprisingly light - I wondered how tall she stood at her full height. I wasn't exactly big and I had carried her back to the cabin - quite a hike - easily. She stared but didn't move for the longest, but from everything I had read, patience was the key with kitsune. I watched passively, not pushing the jerky closer, not calling her, not enticing her... just waiting. I had time, she wasn't going anywhere. And eventually, she scooted forward slightly and snatched the small piece and stuffed it into her mouth, drawing a soft laugh from me which sent her scrambling backward and cowering. I cursed myself silently as I set out another small piece, just very slightly closer to me, and waited. It took no fewer than twenty-six small tidbits of jerky, but eventually... I got her to take one from my hand. "Liv," I said softly as I pointed to myself. She wasn't retreating all the way back to the nightstand now, she hadn't for the past several pieces. I offered a much larger piece, one that would take her a while to gnaw, as I pointed to her and said, "Kit." She reached for the larger piece tentatively, carefully, and I ran my fingers along hers as she took the jerky - she was soft. Very soft. Impossibly soft. My fingertips tingled ever so slightly where I had caressed her hands. The energy between us was electric... and she was crawling toward me. Her eyes looked different now, hungry in a new way, those deep green jewels staring deep into my own eyes... I jolted at her touch, finding myself rearing back as her face came so close to mine. And she sniffed me! Her nostrils flaring as she apparently took in my scent. Just before she snapped at me, those sharp teeth snapping closed uncomfortably close to my face, her neck and shoulders straining at the end of the leash. Without even thinking, before the shock of how bad that almost was kicked in, I reached up and smacked my hand in a downward motion, right across her nose. The kitsune yelped and collapsed to the floor, covering her nose with her very human hands - but those quite inhuman teeth had almost taken a chunk of my face. "Bad girl," I scolded, my hand shaking with adrenaline as I reached forward, threatening. I had worked with dogs enough to know not to cower in front of one - I had let myself forget that she was a wild animal. No matter how much like a beautiful girl she appeared to be, she was a feral creature, wounded and trapped in a place that was not her habitat. She whined and scooted away from me, her diapered rear in the air, her tail drooping between her legs as she tried to make herself seem smaller. It was only then that the gravity of the near miss caught up with me. I stood quickly and left the room without a backwards glance - that would be showing weakness. Once I got to the kitchen, I unsteadily moved through the motions of making myself a coffee. She almost bit me, my mind reeled. She could have taken off my nose with one bite! That wasn't a thing they ever showed on the shows - kitsune were always shown as docile, obedient, loving... but the creatures paraded on the talk shows were owned, broken in. Would Kit ever reach that point? Should I keep her? I wanted to. She was gorgeous - and kitsune supposedly made amazing companions. I was beyond lucky at having found her - and she was lucky I had been the one to do so. I wanted to keep her out of a desire to help her heal, to love her, for her to be my companion. Another person might have wanted her to sell her, to study her, to dissect her. I barely knew her but I knew that I wanted to love her, and earn her love. I was startled from my reverie by a ripping sound, the sound of tapes... "Oh hell," I grumbled, heading back into the bedroom. Sure enough, Kit had torn off the diaper and thrown it across the room. "Kit!" I cried, grabbing a fresh one from the pack. "Bad girl!" My heart broke as she withered, shrinking away from me and whimpering. She curled up on the floor, her ears flat back against her hair, that bushy tail wrapped around her knees as she shook. I leaned down cautiously - ready to jerk my hand back and away from those teeth - and stroked her nose gently, sliding my fingertips smoothly along her skin. She winced and tensed at first, but relaxed quickly. I set the diaper on the bed and reached for another piece of jerky, a big one, and guided her up onto the bed, grazing my fingers along her taut stomach. I held up the treat for her, which was quickly taken - and I praised her while I began the task of rediapering her. "Good girl Kit," I cooed as I slid the unfolded diaper underneath her, lifting her hips and guiding them. "Good girl," I soothed as she whimpered, gnawing on the large piece of dried meat. I carefully guided her tail through the hole and powdered her once again as I drew it closed and taped it shut. And not a moment too soon. Not more than a few seconds later, a soft hiss came from the diaper, which grew swollen and yellowed as she went. She had taken off the diaper to avoid this... I was really glad I had caught it in time. Grabbing another piece of jerky, I handed it to her, stroking her stomach for a moment before sliding my hand to the front of her diaper. Positive reinforcement was important at this stage, and associating a wet diaper with pleasant feelings, food, and soothing sounds would keep her from wanting to take it off next time. It was surprising that she had reacted to a verbal scolding so quickly, so thoroughly - but I wasn't going to complain either. Hitting her, even a gentle strike on the nose the way I had, was not something I enjoyed. The jerky gone, she sat up slowly, looking sadly down at her leg in the cast. She scratched at it, her nails scraping along the hardened shell, a soft whimper coming from her throat. It probably hurt. "I know," I agreed with her unspoken complaint, carefully and tenderly stroking her fiery hair. It was softer than I had expected. She flinched at first, but relaxed as I continued. "I know it hurts, and I'm sorry. It's healing. Hopefully Doc got it in time and the bone will set right. You're not exactly well understood, you know? But I don't think you were going to make it out there in the snow with that leg the way it was. I am sorry." I was - Doc had implied that if it wasn't perfect, she might walk with a limp forever, and that was generally a bad thing for a wild animal. I was keeping her, but a lame leg would soothe my conscience. It was a terrible thing to hope for, I felt bad thinking it. The purr she let out caught me by surprise. The meat was gone and her eyes were closed, her hands resting on her stomach, her chin tilted up in the air, her throat bared, her chest heaving... and her hips grinding into my hand. I blushed fiercely as I realized what she was doing - but I didn't pull away, I didn't scold her. She was bonding with me... not quite the way I had intended, but she was being vulnerable in a way I hadn't expected. Her tail thrashed back and forth as she rocked, a low moan coming from her throat. The tip of that fluffy tail brushed against my arm over and over as she bucked, panting against me. I pressed my hand in harder, dragging my nails gently across her side, across her stomach as she moaned a very human-like moan. She shuddered, her tongue lolling as she arched, her moans a crescendo that matched her body. "Good girl," I told her, rubbing the diaper between her legs, encouraging her to savor that afterglow... if a kitsune had such a thing. "Good girl. Kit is a good girl." I wouldn't want her humping my hand all the time, but this was vastly preferable to her trying to bite me, for sure. As she slipped off to sleep, I slipped from the room, blinking with disbelief at the events that had just occurred. There was a kitsune in my bed. And she was mine. In ways I hadn't expected.

Hello! So I decided to just do a short one-shot of Kimmy's Keepers Universe. It's 1,987 words in length. I hope you enjoy. Bad smut ahead. This is probably only going to be a one-shot. Maybe a two-shot. I don't know. Sam Jackson at twenty two years old had just lost everything. Sam was a athlete, strong and powerful, yet not even she wasn't immune to the sudden phenomena that had spread across the globe in the last five years. No one really knew how it happened or why. There were scientists working on a cure for the 'infection' but there were many against finding a cure at all. It was a complicated battle. Both sides had valid points to the argument and one had argue that it was morally wrong for someone to 'own' a Pet or even to have a Pet at all yet those arguments were often debunked by groups supporting 'Keepers and Pets' claiming that the biology in a 'Pet' had changed and was different then that of a human. The other argument was that a Pet always had the choice to leave their Keeper if the Pet so wished but that never happened at all. It had been a surprise by many to see that no Pet's left their Keepers at all and funds had been put in place to support Keepers and Pets. The funds had grown hugely each year to the point that more and more people were now actively seeking a 'Pet' for monetary reasons or even for fame. Sam had no real interest in Keepers or Pets at all and found any type of 'movement' annoying in regards to them yet she did like to have a bit of fun at parties often teasing others that one day she would be a Keeper but that had been a joke and nothing more. If anything the concept of Keepers and Pets scared Sam a lot she wasn't the type of person who enjoyed responsibility often preferring to just lay back and relax and she knew that she wasn't a Keeper. The stereotypical Keeper had a certain air about them. A certain confidence that others didn't have. Did they always have that type of confidence and command or did it come about when they met their Pet for the first time? Sam believed that she could easily spot a Keeper straight away by just glancing at a person and she tended to stay as far away from anyone that she thought could be a Keeper. She didn't want to be a Pet. She didn't want to be some doe-eyed smiling idiot waiting for her Keeper to come home and change her soiled padding that she was helpless to change herself nor did she liked the idea of being in heat. It sounded awful. So when the other teams star striker rushed forward kicking the dirty football fast passing the midfielders Sam hadn't expect herself to freeze solid staring at the beautiful red head whose scent seemed to intoxicate her very being. What the fuck was happening? Soft sky-blue eyes stared wide into sparkling emeralds. She could see the striker smirking.... Kelly. She should be angry even furious but she wasn't..... She hadn't done what she was supposed to do at all! She hadn't stolen the stupid ball! She didn't even try to defend and she could hear the goalie, Sarah, screaming at her but she didn't care. She didn't care at all. Her focus was on Kelly. She found herself staring still and even moving forward almost without even thinking she had found herself up against Kelly gripping on to the striker's shirt with both her hands desperately clinging desperately wanting desperately needing.... She couldn't even talk. She had never met Kelly before but she had heard of her and now? Now it felt like her entire body was on fire and it felt painful like someone had locked her inside a burning building. "Shh." A cool cold hand held her cheek. Sam found herself leaning into Kelly's hand almost whimpering and could feel herself becoming more..... desperate. She didn't have the strength to stand but she didn't need any strength at all because Kelly had already grabbed a hold of her and was busy running her fingers through her dark auburn hair calming her down. Kelly hadn't expected this to happen at all. The first time she had even heard about Keepers and Pets she had scoffed at the very idea but over time she had slowly grown obsess over wanting a Pet. They all looked so adorable and helpless that it was hard to ignore Pet's yet the Keepers seemed to glow. Kelly had a little bit of a hobby of looking at before and after photos of popular Pet's and Keepers. The Keepers all seemed more attractive after becoming a Keeper while before they weren't as attractive. It seemed odd and it had been something she had decided to research for her final year at college. Surprisingly it had been very easy to fund her research project. "Let's get you home," said Kelly her voice soothing to Sam's ears, "this isn't the place for you." Sam couldn't hear anyone else's voice at all except Kelly's and in that moment Sam didn't care at all about anything else except for her Keeper who had lifted her up with ease. It had been two minutes till the end of the match and neither team had scored until Kelly made that shot. The other striker Rose had always tried scoring before but each time she had blocked the ball stealing it which was why Kelly had been sent in as a replacement..... It wasn't fair at all and Sam knew that she should be yelling even swearing at her Keeper yet now all she was doing was whimpering and suckling on Kelly's shoulder while her hips moved backwards and forwards thrusting desperately at Kelly in want and need. Kelly didn't even need to say a word to her team at all who were busy grinning at the victory that they had which meant that they were going to the finals. They just needed to play on for the next two minutes. Violet the team's couch had a Pet of her own and simply waved Kelly off, "Take her to the hospital first." It was all Violet had said before sending Rose back out onto the field. Kelly could feel herself becoming more in need of release. It wasn't as strong as Sam's need of release at all and she doubted she would ever get that bad but she could feel herself slipping away a little but she knew that she did do anything right now that she wouldn't be able to stop for a good few hours and Sam... Well... Kelly doubted that Sam wouldn't be able to stop at all judging by the way she smelt right now. Sam smelt sweet almost like honey, "Shh." A small whine-like whimper was all that Sam could do in reply to Kelly but almost instinctively she stopped moving about at the command of her Keeper, "Good girl." A rush of energy filled Sam and suddenly in a matter of moments her mind went to mush and all she could hear was Kelly's soft voice and a quiet chuckle from her Keeper. It had taken nearly six hours for Sam to recover and at that point she had found herself waking up in a living room that wasn't her's at all but Kelly's. The new Pet quickly felt a rush of emotion but she didn't feel scared because her Keeper was beneath her and holding her tightly. She had her head rested on Kelly's chest and she could hear the soft thumps of Kelly's heartbeat causing her to calm down yet she couldn't ignore the thick rustling plastic between her legs that Kelly continued to rub and pet almost like a reassuring mother trying to keep her baby feeling safe and secure. Before even opening her mouth she found Kelly's finger on her lips silencing her, "I know what you are going to say and no," stated Kelly, "you've already had two accidents and it also stops you from making a mess everywhere," continued Kelly with a teasing smirk, "I don't want my furniture getting sticky at all whenever you decide that you need to hump against anything." Sam's cheeks turned red and shyly she hid her face against Kelly's chest unable to protest against her. Could any Pet really protest against their Keeper? She was still getting used to the bond and what that bond meant. Her head still felt funny. A soft quiet buzzing filled the air and Sam was now much more awake then she had been. Sam and Kelly's eyes met once more, "The Doctor recommended it," stated Kelly, "said that it was needed for the first few days." It didn't take Sam long to orgasm at all. That didn't surprise Kelly. She had heard that Pet's tended to orgasm a lot and quickly but that only made them more horny until it got to the point that it hit the 'sweet spot' a certain type of orgasm that only humans and Keepers could dream of. In a certain way Kelly felt jealous of Sam in that regard but she knew that she wouldn't want to be in Sam's place at all. Sam was awfully cute padded up and Kelly knew that she needed to get more things for Sam as well as decide what type of Pet she wanted Sam to be. Cats, dogs and foxes were the most popular types of Pets. She wouldn't have to choose for at least a month though, thankfully. Kelly had a couple of tough choices to make and she knew that she needed to be careful in them because there were people out there that would hurt her and Sam because of their new-found status and relationship despite the fact that they both were happy right now and would continue to be happy for a long time. She could feel Sam's energy mixing with her own. It felt glorious. Sam's hair seemed softer now and Kelly enjoyed the feel of Sam's naked body against her finger tips. It felt right. Sam was more caught up in her pleasure to even care that she was naked expect for the thick diaper that would swallow up her sexual juices each time she squirted from each buzz of the electronic device that had been placed on her. Kelly's hands roaming Sam's body only furthered Sam's sexual ecstasy each time she felt a lone fingernail sliding down her back Sam would bend and moan shivering in pure delight. "That's it," whispered Kelly her voice becoming more heavy and soon she herself would need relief, "fill your diaper for Mummy like the good girl that you are." added the Keeper moaning to herself softly. She had heard other Keeper use that term and had heard others use the term Mistress but she didn't like the term Mistress at all she preferred the term Mommy. She liked the power that title suggested and it was more her style. She would need a leash, a collar, playtoys, treats and so much more for her Pet but more importantly she needed to fuck Sam senseless and that wasn't going to happen with both of them on the sofa with Sam humping at her leg with a electronic device buzzing away. "Noooooooooooo!" Kelly smirked, "Hush Pet." For the first time Sam glared but just as quickly that glare melted away at Kelly's lips upon her own, "I've got something better for you." Sam stared at her Keeper curiously, happy yet annoyed and impatient at having her pleasure time suddenly stopped until Kelly had picked her up and carried her into the master bedroom. She could smell Kelly's scent and she could tell that her Keeper needed relief now. Kelly's scent made Sam's mouth water in desperation. She needed Kelly. She needed to taste her, badly. She needed Kelly right now and forever.

Hello, hello. I got bored and started writing something. Long time lurker, pretty much this board is my daily jam. I don't know how this will float, but first time writing in a while. My apologizes for the rough stuff. I liked the Keeperverse, idea as it is called that Kimmy has started. It's sort of a loose idea that has a lot of potential. The part I have written now is pretty basic, some introduction to place and people. More or less, sorry if there isn't a lot of meat here. More or less, I like the idea of seeing a pet on stage somehow, maybe a brutal pet. We'll see how it plays out. Just the thoughts bouncing in between puppy play, the ridiculousness of a lot of black metal and all that just got me to thinking. Anywho, I hope you like our little intro. Brutal Pet Part One Ah, the Frossen Blodsekt Fest. Some of the headlining acts that they put together were legendary. The festival had started in 2000 in a small town outside of Gothenburg in Sweden. It wasn't quite as big as some of the summer festivals, but it was a lot of fun. You came there and bought a pass for the three day event. It was held towards the end of summer, on the tail end of the main tourist season for the town. Little did I know my first trip to that region would change my life forever. I'd always wanted to go to some of the metal music festivals. I'd seen pictures and heard about them in America, but my finances and course load had prevented me from doing anything of the sort. My luck changed when I was able to travel abroad. I was there in the south of Spain in the summer of 2005. The program had me going there for a few semesters while studying the history and literature of the region. My farthest trips thus far had been to Barcelona and Madrid. I adored Barcelona, taking my time to visit some of the art museums up there on the weekends. I met one of my good friends, Javier, at the Picasso museum there. We'd both bugged out early to hit up some of the smaller museums and found out we both shared a love of music in general. It turned out he was in the same program as me in the the university of Murcia, the perennial question of which I received was why would I want to go there. (Cost is a factor folks, but I did enjoy the area.) On one particular Thursday, I was sitting in the student cantina enjoying a bocadillo with a soda. I was hunched over my course work, messily devouring the sausage and cheese sandwich, when I felt a slap on the back of my undershaved head. “Eh, Amazona, you're going to get a hunch back if you keep sitting like that.” I coughed, choking on a bit of sausage, a few strands of blond hair getting in my eyes. “Dammit, Javier. You almost made me choke on my sausage.” “Eh, I know you ladies like a bit of sausage now and again.” “Shut the hell up Javier. You scarf down way more sausage than I do, ya jerk.” “Eh, you know I do chica. Particularly the sausage of big blonde,viking...” I slapped the back of his head, sending his dark pony tailed hair flying. He smiled cordially and raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, then shifted the olive rucksack on his shoulder. “I only speak the truth, Amazona.” “Pfft, whatever Javier.” I gestured grandly over my messy paperwork. Notes and books were scattered on the table, along with my midday meal. “ Blargh. I love Góngora, but I hate diagramming poems. Tell me Javier, why are the professors on both sides of the pond obsessed with this crap?” Javier took the seat next to mine at the table, glancing over my course work. He tossed his bag to the side of the wooden table, adjusting his black shirt and jeans. “I think it is a conspiracy,” he shifted closer, “to keep their tenure. They meet in secret teacher's unions to plan what they call “lesson plans” and keep things boooring...” “So vast. It all seems so perfectly normal, like daily life.” “Little did they know we would catch on.” “And now we must stop them.” “But how? But how?” “Clearly, we have to purify them with the sounds that will melt their minds and their insides...” “Ah yes, the gospel of rock and roll.” I leaned back, stretching, then pulling my Moribund Angel t-shirt back down. I let out an overly dramatic sigh and put my head in my hands. “Heretic that I am, I feel as if I have lapsed in my listening of the holy sound.” “No, chica, no! Say it isn't so!” “Yes, I have lost my way.” “Why would you say that Ana? Oh, my dear and beautiful amazon. Now, there will be no Valhalla for you.” “I know. It's so sad.” I opened up my hands slightly, allowing one of my hazel eyes to peep through. “Unless...” “Unless?” “...Unless, we go to the Moribund Angel concert that I happen to have another ticket for.” Javier's dark eyes widened, a toothy grin appearing on his goateed face. “You're kidding?” “Nah, man. I managed to score us some tickets.” He reached around and slapped me on the back. I chuckled. “Is it your purpose today to beat up a lady today, Javier?” “If there's a lady here, let me know. No, I mean, it's just,” he looked thoughtful for a moment, “I thought the tour they were on was sold out for months.” “Nope,” I tapped my nose, “I have a man on the inside. You remember my cousin, right?” “Let's see...” Javier thought. “From the pictures I remember, looks: tall, blonde, handsome, and works as a roadie?” “That'd be the one. Apparently, he managed to get on their detail through another band, Goat Horde. Anyway, Bobby, managed to score some tickets as a birthday gift.” “Brutal. When are they playing?” “The Saturday after next, at El Código Infernal.” Javier leaned back in the white plastic chair and stretched. He patted my right leg, his hand paused over my cargo pants' lower pocket. “You never go anywhere without that camera, eh?” The camera he was referring to was a small Nikun I kept on my person. I had and have a passion for photography. It was the smallest and most sturdy camera in the price range that would still accept different lenses. “Eternally, my friend. That, my cell phone, my I-pud, and my small notepad.” “Ready to rock at a moment, eh?” “You know it brother.” “Well, I hate to cut this short Ana, but I need to get on to class.” Javier stood up from the table and shouldered his pack. He scooted the chair under and gave me a stern look. “Now, don't you go taking any other handsome Colombian gentlemen to this, Amazona.” I rose from the table too now, gathering up my items, shoving them into a beaten up black satchel that was covered in band patches. When standing at my full height, I'm usually about a head taller that most females and some males, like Javier. I patted him on the head and looked around the room. “Well, I'll let you know if I see any, short stack.” He shoulder butted me in the stomach. I laughed. “Well, if you do,” he shouted back at me, “Send them my way. I'll see you when I get back after class.” I pushed in my chair and he paused at the entrance of the cantina. “Hey, could you pick up some chorizo for dinner tonight? I want to make some with rice.” I nodded in the affirmative, giving him a mock salute. “Aye, aye, Capitán. Do we need anything else? Salad or something for Muriel? Beer?” “Yes, beer. Definitely beer. And yeah, maybe some black beans or something so I can make a vegetarian dish for her.” “You got it brother. I'll see you later tonight.” With that we both left the cantina, Javier to his classes and me returning to our shared student apartment. Leaving the cantina, I surveyed the campus. Piles of dirt surrounded the premises as the area was undergoing something of a growth spurt at that point. We both went to classes in some of the older buildings, although the professors said we would be moving to one of the new buildings in the spring. I walked down the road and popped my purple earbuds in my ears. The brutal sounds of Moribund Angel's Altars of Insanity filled me. I bobbed my head along with the music as I walked down to the bus stop. As I rounded the corner and odd sight caught my eye. Well, odd to me anyway. A dark haired woman in her mid thirties had a harness on a smaller woman. I blinked momentarily, while watching them walk leisurely down the sidewalk. The younger of the two woman, who wore the harness,chatted away eagerly about something or other while her handler chuckled politely and nodded occasionally. The young woman had her dark auburn hair french braided, bore no top, and a diaper. She gestured excitedly about with what I noticed to be black cat like mittens on her hands. I caught a word or two in Spanish, muñeca and comida. So I guess, they were going to eat and get the girl a toy? I popped one of the ear buds out of my ear and shook my head out of my reverie upon seeing the bus stop. Apparently, we were both headed to the same spot. I gave a long sideways glance at the odd couple. It was the first time I had actually seen what they call a “pet” and a “keeper.” The older woman smiled at me and waved. I waved back. There were still a few minutes before the bus arrived. “Hola, niña,” the older woman greeted me with a smile. “Hola, senorita,” I smiled warmly at her. “Are you a student here?” I nodded. The younger girl was still chattering on about her future toy. “Shush, Isabella,” she said to the energetic young lady, “I am talking to this nice young lady.” The younger girl meeped and uttered a shy apology. I chuckled. “No, you're fine sugar. I have to ask, is that your daughter?” The woman laughed and shook her head. “No, no. Isabella isn't my daughter,” She patted the Isabella on the head, which the girl let out a contented purr upon receiving the affection, “We actually met at the park after I took my son to school one day.” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” She nodded, “Yes. It hits you just that fast.” I cocked my head. “What hits you?” “The boooond,” Isabella chirped and jumped up excitedly. “The bond?” “Sí, senorita. It's like... It's like this whole swimming in an ocean of looooove.” Isabella gave the older woman a big hug. “And I loooove my Marina!” “Aye, pet. You're a good one Isabella,” Marina chuckled. The young woman simply glowed at the compliment. “That is why you are getting a toy, because you're such a big help to my little Arturo. You're so good at math. Yes you are!” I was somewhat floored. I heard about the whole pets and keepers thing back in the states, but I had never seen one. I lived close to a town called Rome in north Georgia, which was small. My hometown was even smaller. It was mostly farms with a few suburban-lite neighborhoods. I think I'd heard of maybe one or two couples that were that way, one of which went to my Granddaddy's church. The one girl, I think, belonged to an older matron in the church and her name was Judy, I believe. Oddly enough, everyone loved Judy and she'd constantly be in the nursery somewhat out of need, but for the other part is she was great with kids. She was always “properly” clothed in light gauze dresses from what I had heard. I don't know all the details, my mom never took us to church, really. She was sort of the beloved black sheep of our family. Either way, it was a little surprising to see a young woman so casually topless and fancy free. I didn't know. I supposed pets ran a bit hotter than most people. Isabella jostled me out of my thoughts by playfully jumping into me. Marina shot her a stern look. The pet whined momentarily, before Marina petted her head. “Do you have a pet,” asked Isabella innocently. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I'd never thought about such a thing. I shook my head. “Oh,” she replied sadly, “ I think you'd be a reaaaaallly good keeper. You're so big and confident and pretty! And...” Isabella prattled on. I smiled awkwardly as the bus pulled up. Marina touched my shoulder and smiled. “Anyway, niña. It was nice to meet you. Looks like our bus is here.” “So it is,” I smiled. “What is your name, niña?” “Oh, uh, Annabelle Persson.” Marina extended out her hand and I shook it. She stepped up onto the bus. “Well, it was nice to meet you Sra. Persson,” Marina gestured with her head to Isabella, “Say goodbye to the nice young lady, Isa.” “Goodbye Ana!” Isabella gave me a wet kiss and with that they shuffled to the back of the bus. I stood there mulling over my encounter, before stepping onto the bus. I popped my earbud back in my ear and took a seat towards the front. The sweet sounds of Emperor Emerald's keening vocals soon washed away my encounter with the couple. I became so enraptured with the lyrics in his story album, Abby, that I nearly missed my stop. I pulled the cord and quickly exited the bus at the department store in front of our apartment, El Corte Frances. The glittering glass facade of the department store greeted me as I left the stop. I think they had put it up in the last few years, as it was one of the only buildings that didn't have secondary price listings in pesetas still. It was a tall two story affair, with tons of clothing, electronics, and all the household knickknacks one could want. Personally, I really liked their deli and bakery. I indulged in their tiramisu frequently, with either Javier or Muriel stealing a piece on occasion. Bastards. They needed to get their own. Grumble grumble, but I didn't really mind. I entered the divinely cool store and made a b-line for the basement, where they stocked the groceries. I picked up the chorizo, some black beans, salad fixings, and a few sweet potatoes, so Muriel could bake them with honey. She needed to bake them with honey. I would make her bake them for us because I would serenade her with Moribund Angel songs until she would. I love music, but I have a terrible voice. Muriel would make the potatoes. I chuckled darkly to myself about my evil plan as I checked out. With my groceries in hand, I made my way to my secondary destination, our Beerhalla, or the local chino. Think of it like a little corner store, but a bit better. They were chiefly ran by Chinese immigrants to Spain, hence the nickname for the stores. I rounded the block and crossed the road. I opened the door and yelled a greeting. “Good afternoon Su!” “Afternoon, Ana!” Su yelled from the back, “We got some more Golden Galleon up front!” It was a clean shop, but a bit cramped. I went down the first of the refrigerated aisles and found my promised prize. I shifted my shopping form El Corte Frances, and my satchel. I grabbed two twelve packs of the Golden Galleon and made my way up to the register where Su was now standing. He looked down at the beer, shook his head, and smiled up at me. “Celebrating something, Ana?” I grinned at him, “You bet.” “Someone's birthday? You know, we have a special on some of the wine too.” “Not really,” I shook my head, “I just got tickets for the Moribund Angel concert coming up.” I gestured to my shirt. Su nodded sagely. “Ah yes, beer and the music. Very important.” “Very important,” I confirmed, “Plus I don't have to put up with Javier's whining for weeks on end by missing out on the concert.” Su ran his fingers through his short black hair, furrowing his brow. “How is Javier doing? He seemed pretty down last week.” I shrugged, “Same old short stack. His boyfriend broke up with him. He pouted for a few days, but he seems back to his old self in any case.” Su nodded and slipped in a small chocolate bar. “Just in case he still seems to be feeling down.” I nodded. “You're a good man Su.” He shrugged noncommittally. “You are some of my best customers. I like to show a little appreciation, what can I say.” “Thanks, Su. I'll see you tomorrow.” I paid, waved goodbye to him, and left the shop. Crossing back over the road, I headed towards home. Along the way, my shopping started to get a bit heavy so I stopped at a wall that was plastered with concert posters, featuring upcoming shows. Boys to Dogs, lame. Cruxtshades, I was surprised they could actually make it over. They were a bigger deal than I had thought. Then, I saw it, the flier for the show Javier and I would be going to in a couple of weeks: BLOODBOUND TOURS PRESENTS: MORIBUND ANGEL, IRISH CROSS, CANNONBALL CORPSE... ...And some other bands I hadn't heard of either. Brutal. I loved finding out about new bands. The poster was quite large and featured pictures for quite a few of the bands. Towards the bottom, one of the bands caught my eye. My lips drew back into a sneer when I saw the last band on the list: Fisk Bestemor. Literally, Fish Grandma, but with a fancy and well nigh unreadable typeface. Black metal. I leaned in closer and looked at the promo picture they had. Their singer looked like a well built gentleman, with really bad face paint. There were spikes upon spikes. Long hair. More spikes. More Satan. Spikes. If I had to put a picture next to the definition of the term, try hard, it would be that promo picture. I laughed and shook my head. It's not that I had anything against the sub genre, I liked bands like Enslavement. I'd give them a listen if I remembered them later on, before the concert. I picked up my shopping and headed home. Three flights of stairs later, I was at our front door. I could of taken the elevator, but I liked the idea of building up my stamina more. I unlocked the baroque looking door to our apartment and called out: “Yo, Muriel, I'm home!” The delicate red head padded out from the back bedrooms towards me. “Oh, hey Ana,” She took some of the shopping bags from my arms, “Oh, I see you have Golden Galleon! ...And some sweet potatoes!” I chucked darkly and affirmed with a hearty, “YES!” She wrinkled her freckled brow, looking up at me. “I'm going to put on a concert just for you Muriel.” Muriel frowned, heading towards the kitchen. “Dammit Ana, you'd better not.” “Oh yes ma'am, I am.” She playfully hit me with the shopping bag as we entered the kitchen. Muriel began unpacking while I helped and started my evil concierto plan of getting her to make delicious sweet potatoes, until Javier would return in the evening.

Once upon a time, there was a Little. She was cold, she was sad, and she was facing death. The Little had been picked up by the Littlecatcher. Yes, my dear, I know... The Littlecatcher is scary, shhh. The Littlecatcher had taken the Little girl from the streets, like the Littlecatcher does to any Little who can't take care of themselves. The Little had been in the pet store for six months. They tried to make her a kitty, but no one wanted her and she was sad and alone. One day, the Amazon who owned the pet store decided that the Little girl would never sell as a kitty and he'd have to kill her. This made the Amazon a little sad because he liked his Littles, but a Little that no one wants is just a burden. Littles like you are put in this world so that a special few of them, like you my dear, can find their true purpose as a pet and make some Amazon happy.Maybe she wasn't supposed to be a kitty, the Amazon wondered. What color was her hair? She was blonde, like you sweet Little.So he took a chance and had her changed again, into a fox. He used the Amazon magic to change her hair color to a fiery red, and he took her kitty tail and gave her a beautiful, fluffy fox tail, and fox ears. He added fur to her back so the Amazons would want to pet her. When the magic was done, he put her back in his pet store and hoped that a nice Amazon would come and pick her.Of course some Amazons are nice, they're not all monsters, you silly Little. Yes, a lot of the Amazons you meet around here are mean to you.. you're not a pet. You're a wild Little on the streets with no one to take care of you. You are right to avoid them. Now, the magic of the Amazons is painful, magic has a price after all. The Little girl... Her name? Let's see.. ah yes, her name was Aine. Yes, it's a pretty name.Aine was in her cage in the pet store, and she hurt. Her body hurt all over, like she'd fallen down the stairs that go to the dock. The Amazon magic had her feeling confused as well. When the Amazons use their magic to turn a Little into an animal, it makes them think like that animal too... but now she had been a kitty and then a fox, and she was confused. She couldn't purr any more, she couldn't meow. She had spent months as a kitty and she didn't know how to be a fox, but the Amazon pet master made her a fox to try and save her life. One day soon after, an Amazon princess came to the store. She knew she wanted a pet, but she didn't know what kind. She was dressed like all Amazon princesses dress, shiny shoes with tall heels, perfectly clean dark clothes, clean hair that was twisted into fancy designs, and the makeup they wear on their faces to look even more beautiful. She wore bracelets and a necklace of gold, and she had kind eyes. "You certainly are a cutie. Do you want to come home with me?" the Amazon princess said as she looked into Aine's cage. Aine's heart soared, she knew what happened to captured Littles who couldn't get picked by an Amazon, she had seen some of the other Littles taken away to the dark, dark room of the pet store, never to come back. She wanted more than anything for the princess to take her home. Aine did her best to look cute, to look like something the princess would want. She swished her tail, she rolled over and showed her tummy, she wiggled her paws at the princess. The princess giggled, which was the most beautiful sound Aine had ever heard in her life. The Little girl wanted to beg the princess to take her, but she couldn't speak. The Amazon magic takes a Little's speech.Yes, I know that sounds scary.. but Littles don't need to talk to Amazons. Amazons are bigger, stronger, smarter, and better than a silly Little like you in every way. There's nothing a Little can say to an Amazon that will do any good, Amazons don't want to hear anything a Little has to say.Aine hadn't spoken a word in six months, not since the Littlecatcher took her and the Amazons worked their magic, and this was the first time she wanted to say anything at all since then. The princess opened the cage to pet Aine, who lit up at her touch. The princess's touch felt amazing as she stroked Aine's soft fur. When the right Amazon finds you, you'll know.. an Amazon can make you feel amazing or make you feel terrible. That's why you have to hope for a prince or princess to come and find you, and not a witch or warlock. But Little Aine had a darkness in her... most of us do, a dark voice that whispers awful things, things you know are wrong.. don't listen to your dark voice, Little one. Aine's dark voice spoke to her.Look at yourself, the dark voice chided, Begging for attention from your captors when you should be escaping. The cage is open, you should run! The voice urged her to do what she knew was wrong, but Aine was strong and she didn't listen. Littles who run after they're captured just get caught and punished, and Aine was a smart Little. She knew that. Her patience paid off. "Yes," the princess said with a smile, scruffing the fox-girl's ears, "You're the one I want. I have to make my home ready for you, I've never had a Little fox. And I think we should change your color, I've always liked silver foxes better." Aine was so happy she could cry, the princess was going to rescue her. But the princess wanted a silver fox, so the pet master had to work his magic again, which meant more pain. Aine got a new collar and more fur, the magic thickened the fur on her back and added a fuzz to her tummy, all in silver.. the tip of her tail, her ears, and above her eyes turned black. Aine ached from the magic, but she was happy her princess was coming for her. But days passed and Aine started wondering if the princess had forgotten about her. Her dark voice taunted her. Look at you, it whispered evilly to her, peeing on yourself and begging to be taken to more captivity. You should want death over this constant humiliation. You're a human! But Aine barely felt human, she had been in her cage for months. Her days just drinking from the various bottles the pet master's magical metal helpers brought her. Littles in captivity are kept in diapers, you see. Amazons take care of all of a Little's needs, you never need to look for a safe place to pee when you're taken. Some Littles are bothered by it, but the smart ones know it's better that way. Aine dreamed of her princess every night, the dark voice was an evil dragon in her dreams, breathing fire and destroying her happiness. It was hard to find happiness in the pet store but the memory of the princess' gentle touch kept Aine hoping. Just when she was ready to give up, the princess returned with a small cage to carry Aine in. The dark voice told Aine that she should hate the princess, that it was the fault of the princess that she was in pain again. The Amazon magic comes from needles and knives, all Amazon magic is painful at the start, it's just the nature of it... everything has a cost, my dear.The princess opened her pet store cage and held up the carrier, commanding the little fox-girl to climb inside. The dark voice told her not to go. Don't do it, the dark voice whispered, you're not an animal, you're a person! The princess' magic added more fur to you, she will only see you as a pet. But Aine had hope. The princess seemed nice, she had kind eyes and a kind smile. Anything is better than death, she told herself. Trusting an Amazon is a gamble, Little one. Some Amazons are kind and sweet, and some are terrible and cruel... and some look like one but are really the other. This is what Aine feared as she crawled into the carrier, fighting her aching muscles. Her fur hurt, her ears hurt, her tail hurt, all from the magic that changed her from a red fox into a silver fox. Her diapers were wet and she was tired, her sleep had been difficult due to the pain. She took the leap of faith and trusted the princess. "Good girl," the princess cooed at her. The princess' magic words took away some of the hurt and made Aine feel good inside, it made her skin feel tingly. Aine followed her kitty instincts and tried to purr.. and it worked! The princess had used some of her magic during the color change to give Aine back her purr, she knew that Aine was still part kitty inside, and she gave back the parts that Aine was missing. She carried the little fox away from the pet store and took her to her car. Yes, cars are scary. If a Little gets hit by a car, they almost always die. But cars are a special magic and they're fun to ride in if you're with an Amazon. The princess worked her magic to move the car along, and she talked to Aine as she did. "Everything is all set up, my little pet. All we need now is something to call you, don't we?" The princess mused, not expecting Aine to answer of course, "Perhaps I'll just call you Silver, or Silvee for short. You're going to love your new home Vee, just you wait and see. There's lots of room for you to run around, and all the soft pillows you can sleep on." The pillows sounded nice to Aine, but she was upset at giving up her name. Aine is an old name, a proud name, one that has been carried by Littles on Eire for a long, long time. It means "Radiance" and the Little wasn't ready to give it up. She growled and hissed, trying to tell the the princess that she didn't like or want the new name. This was a mistake. "No Silver. You don't hiss. Bad girl," the princess scolded. Amazons can have the simplest magic words, these were two of them. They caused Aine to hurt terribly, her body reacting to the words. Aine whined, she wanted the pain to go away, but even more she wanted the princess to see her as a human, what she still felt like inside. She wanted the princess to see her, not just a pretty fox. The princess carried the carrier to a magic box, the big metal doors closed and the box hummed, and when they opened again, they opened to a new place. A magical place, the princess' castle. It was the most beautiful thing that Aine had ever seen. Everything was spotlessly clean, the floor was polished stone, the walls were pristine white, there were paintings on the wall. Aine didn't get to enjoy the view long, the princess reached into the carrier and grabbed Aine by the scruff.The scruff... it's a piece of fur and skin on the back of an animal's neck, Amazons add it to all Little pets with their magic. When an Amazon grabs a Little by the scruff, they can't move - they can only wiggle their paws a bit, it keeps them from fighting back. You don't have one, but all Littles who get transformed into animals get one. Don't worry, dear, it isn't hurting poor Aine, it just keeps her from struggling. Where was I...The princess held Aine by the scruff and looked her in the eyes. "These are for the pain," the princess said, holding up a clear, magic candy, "This will make you feel better, it will make the color change hurt less. But only good pets deserve this luxury, and I'm not sure you deserve to be called that right now. So you must beg for me, and show me that you can be good." Aine was torn, her savior, her princess was behaving cruelly in her mind.. but she wasn't really, was she? No, of course not. The princess was an Amazon, after all, and it's not the place of a Little to growl or object to anything an Amazon says, but Littles like Aine are proud, she still wanted to be seen as a human. She was hurt that her princess had magic that would make her better but wouldn't share it. The princess set Aine on the ground and placed her hands to Aine's fox-mouth, and used her magic to allow Aine to open and close the fox face. Aine was overjoyed and she laid down on the floor and whimpered, licking her princess' ankles. She found that her tongue was longer than she remembered, the magic had given her a fox's tongue. Aine looked up at the princess, trying to say with her eyes how sorry she was and that she would be good. "Good girl," the princess said the magic words again and Aine felt warm and tingly again, "That's it, very good girl." The magic words combined with the touch of the princess' hand was amazing to Aine, it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. It was soft and gentle and she wished it would never end. Her fox ears felt soft and sensitive, and the princess' touch was pure delight. The princess picked up Aine once more, cradling her in her giant arms. After the months of only being cared for by the metal helpers of the pet master, the princess' warmth was better than anything Aine could have imagined. The princess gently pressed the clear magic candy into her fox-mouth. "Chew it first, my good girl." When Aine had finished chewing and swallowing the candy... Yes, it tasted sweet, like the candy you find near the boardwalk sometimes. Shh. When the candy was swallowed, Aine felt the magic warm her whole body and she didn't hurt any more, the princess had taken away all of her pain just like that. Yes, all Amazons have that magic, that's why they rule over everything. Aine, finding she had use of her tongue and mouth again, tried to thank the princess, but it's hard to make words when you can't move your lips.. which a fox doesn't have. "Aank you," her words came out. "Ah ah," the princess waggled a finger at the fox kit in her arms, and scolded her in a gentle voice, "I've allowed you the freedom to move your mouth, but if you abuse that by attempting English, you'll be punished and that privilege will be removed. Talking is for people, not for pets." This broke Aine's heart, she feared the princess would never see the Little inside the fox, never see her as a person, only as a pet. The princess didn't see how sad Aine was, and took her deeper into the castle, showing her the wonderful place she lived now. Everywhere in the beautiful castle, the princess had added ramps and hammocks, benches and tunnels, platforms and towers, perches and cushions, tiny doors and glass bubbles, all for Aine to enjoy. She took Aine to the kitchen.. A kitchen is a place where Amazons keep their food, where they cook it and eat it. Oh yes, the princess had lots and lots of food, more food than you've ever seen, breads and candies, meats and real fresh vegetables, ripe fruit and clean water. And Aine had her own spot in the kitchen, with two bowls on the floor just for her.A loud sound startled Aine in the princess' arms, she was using a magic device to open one of the hard round cans. Inside, it was full of a soft, wet food that smelled amazing to the fox-girl. The princess set the girl down and scooped the food from the can into her bowl and gave her a soft pat on the diaper. Aine hadn't had real, solid food in six months, not since the Littlecatcher got her. And as she ate, no one tried to stop her. No one tried to fight her or take the food away, she didn't have to hide it at all. Aine ate every last bite and licked the bowl clean before she realized that the other bowl was full of the clearest, cleanest, coldest water that she had ever seen. It tasted so much better than the water in the pet store, better than the rainwater she caught to drink on the streets. I know, rainwater tastes good... but Amazon water is cleaner than you can imagine, Little one. And it was all for Aine. She nearly wept with joy at the amazing flavors. She didn't think her belly had ever felt this full and content in her whole life. When she looked around, the princess was gone. Something in Aine told her that she had to clean herself, so she took a few moments and cleaned her muzzle and paws, licking herself clean. It was part of the Amazon magic that made her have these fox-thoughts. She still had some lingering kitty-thoughts from the previous magic as well. This was very apparent as she went to look for the princess. Once she was clean, she padded back into the area with the couches and the pet bench, her lingering kitty-thoughts demanded that she climb the kitty climber and sit as high as possible, so she could look down on everything from on high. The kitty in her is satisfied by this, and she curled up, wrapping her beautiful silver tail around herself. Before long, she was asleep. The princess woke her up soon after, Aine woke to the Amazon's huge hands stroking her fur, caressing her ears. These things sound scary to you, who do not have them and do not want them, but to Aine it was gloriously comforting. She did not want her fur either, but the Amazon magic had given it to her and she enjoyed the touches in a way that she couldn't as a human."Good girl," came the magic words again, sending warm tingles through Aine's body. "Would you like a treat?"Aine didn't know that she wanted the treat, it was a hard cookie shaped like a tiny brown bone.. but that's part of the Amazon magic. Their food is magic, too - they cook it with magic devices, and the worst Amazon food when fresh will taste better than anything you've ever scavenged. The magic that turned her into a fox told her that she would love the treat... and as the princess held the cookie to her fox-mouth, she couldn't resist. She snapped it up and chomped it in two big bites, and she realized right away that she would do anything to have another one. There's a reason you almost never see escaped Little pets on the street after they've been transformed, my Little one. The food is so good, it's easy to put up with all manner of humiliation to get more.The princess took her new pet and gave her a gentle bath, holding her in the water and cleaning her soft fur. The kitty-self that still lurked in the back of Aine's brain told her to avoid the water, to escape, and she gave a long whine. "Shh now," the princess said softly, "It's okay, Vee. The water won't hurt you. You're a fox now, darling, foxes don't mind the water much. They can swim and get wet without much of a problem. You're not really a kitty, Silvee, you're a fox now. That's it, you're a good girl." The magic words soothed her, but the comments about not really being a kitty, but a fox rankled. She wasn't an animal at all in her mind, she was a Little who had been transformed. I'm a person, I'm a human. I'm not a kitty or a fox, I don't want to be bathed because it's my body, not yours! She couldn't voice that thought, however... she had to kneel calmly as the giant princess bathed her naked body, only making her more aware of all the fur they had added to her body.. on her shoulders and back, on the back of her neck where she was forced to feel her hated scruff being scrubbed, the soft down of her tummy. Their magic had given her much more fur than she wanted, but none in her diaper area, of course. She whined, hoping the princess would release the tie that held her human feet up and bound to the backs of her thighs, but she didn't know that the magic had changed how her blood flowed in her legs. The princess dried her off, admiring how silky and smooth her pet's silver coat was before diapering her again in a thick, silver-grey special diaper with a hole for her fox-tail. Aine was used to these, she hadn't stood on her own two feet in six months and all of her time since the night the Littlecatcher took her she had spent in diapers. All of her control was gone, even if she were free she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going when she needed to.No, it didn't hurt her.. it just was. It is the way of kept Littles, they just go."That's it. Good girl. Maybe you'd like to explore a few of your tunnels and jungle gyms, hmm?" The princess said softly, her magic words filling Aine with warmth and tingles as she carried the fox-girl into the most luxurious room she'd ever seen, with a cream colored plush carpet and a huge, fluffy bed. "I think exploring is good. Foxes are naturally curious. I've hidden a few treats around various parts of your tunnels and other petspots. I'm sure you'll enjoy hunting them all down." The princess lowered her to the ground gently once more and released her with a pat on the head. "I have to make dinner now. You behave yourself." The promise of hidden treats got the fox-girl's mouth watering, and she crawled into a trimmed hole in the wall, just under a bookshelf filled with more books than Aine had ever seen, not that she knew how to read them. It opened into a tunnel, which she followed to a tee in the path, she sniffed around, deciding which way to go, using the gift of enhanced sense of smell the Amazons had given her... Do all Amazons live like this, Aine wondered, imagining how many Littles could live in this space comfortable. The thought of how many Littles were out there, hungry in the streets, fighting and hurting each other for the food the Amazons threw away, while the giants lived in lavish comfort. If Littles were in charge, we'd take better care of the Amazons than they take of us. Her fox-self told her the tunnels were a safe place, a comfortable place, that she should be happy.. and her nose led her to a treat, the bone-cookie that had been so amazing. She snapped it up quickly, devouring the delicious morsel, squirming from the rush of flavors and sensations. It was like being stroked and petted all over all at the same time and it tasted better than anything she ever ate as a free Little. She just laid for a while in the bubble, feeling safe and protected, relishing the wonderful feelings. Before long though, a familiar enemy was scratching at her brain. What a good pet you are, the dark voice mocked her. Safe and cozy in your little tunnels.. oh wait, do you feel that? That itch? The one that feels like you need to scratch your teeth? She was aware of the milk-itch, she got it whenever she tried to stay away from the formula bottle in the pet store. Their magic makes you need it, Aine could hear a sneer on the disembodied lips, Will you beg for it, you animal? The princess soon returned, blowing softly on a whistle and calling. "Silvee, where are you my little vixen? Mommy's got your supper." The princess' giant face appeared just outside the glass bubble where Aine lay, wearing a gentle smile. She tapped on the glass, "Come on out now, sweetie, get something to eat, okay? You can explore more after, but you don't want your dinner to get cold." The fox in Aine's mind was telling her that the whistle meant she needed to be as close to the princess as possible, her muscles ached a bit that she wasn't already at the giant woman's feet. The itch makes her resentful, however, and there's an urge to escape into the tunnels. The giant wouldn't be able to follow her in there, she'd be safe... but the tapping on the glass reminds her of her time in the pet store, she'd been with the woman less than a day. What if she decides you're not worth the trouble and sends you back? she wondered to herself. Then you would go back, and you would die, the dark voice replied to the thought.When the Amazons landed here in Eire, long ago, they brought their magic with them. A magic unlike anything the Little people had ever known.. and they fought the gods of the Littles, the Tuath Dé.. and they killed them. Don't cry, Little one. All Littles know this - even the old tongue is banned, forbidden to be spoken in Amazon hearing. They are the Fomhóraigh, but don't ever call them that to their faces - the penalty is death. And because the gods are dead, there is no refuge for a dead Little. When you die, it is over - when the gods were with your people, you were fierce warriors, ready to face death because the Tuath Dé would care for your fallen... that's why the Fomhóraigh killed them. With no peace waiting for you after death, death is much more frightening... Aine knew this too, and though her pride as a Little told her that she should stand and die rather than submit to the Amazons, she was afraid to die, and rightly so.Aine took a little slide out of the bubble and ended up at the feet of her captor, and presented herself submissively, ready to be carried around once more. The princess leaned down and rubbed her fox-ears and called her a "very good girl", which made Aine feel pure delight, the magic coursing through her. "Come on now," the princess smiled at her pet, "I want you to try out your ramp, so you're going to walk." The princess guided her towards the stairs, showing the fox-girl that she had the ability go almost anywhere in the princess' castle, causing Aine to wonder how many pets the princess had had before. "I expect you to empty both your bowls, Vee. Then maybe you can have dessert, and we'll cuddle for a bit. Would you like to cuddle, little vixen?" Aine blushed as she gave a soft yip of assent, using her fox-voice to agree to the idea of cuddling. She thought back to her time in the pet store, how she had longed for the princess to pull her out of the cage, how wonderful her touch had been.. and she hated herself for wanting it even now. I need to get her to see me as a person, she told herself, then things can be perfect. I know I'm a Little, I know my place... but I'm still human. Her tail swished happily behind her as she dove into the bowl of food, the princess had given the fox-girl some of her own dinner, a dish of creamy noodles with bits of hot chicken.. it was fresh and glorious, and even better than everything else Aine had been fed so far. Aine snapped and slurped and licked every stray morsel of the creamy meal before lapping up the warm formula from the other bowl. The milk-itch vanished as she emptied the bowl, guzzling the sweet formula, which tasted even better warm. She felt sleepy and tingly, and before she even realized she was moving, she found herself back at the feet of the princess, curling her silky, silver tail around one of the woman's ankles while stretching her paws over the other foot, rubbing against her legs. What am I doing? she wondered to herself, a little afraid. But the thought doesn't have much chance to take root as the princess swept Aine into her lap, stroking her fur softly and sending electric tingles of delight through the girl. "You have sauce on your nose, silly pup," the princess laughed, a musical tinkling sound, as she swiped a finger across the fox-girl's snout before shoving her finger into Aine's mouth, giving her that last little bit of the delicious meal. Aine's eyes widened in surprise, and the dark voice shouted at her to bite the Amazon, to attack and run.. and for a split second she considered it. But for the first time in her life, she felt warm, comfortable, and full.. and she found herself simply licking the princess' finger clean. "You must have been so hungry, you poor thing. Don't you worry any longer. I'm going to make sure you're well fed. Your water bowl will always be full; you'll never ever go thirsty or hungry again. And when you're a super good girl, like today, you'll get some of whatever is cooked for dinner. You seemed to like the pasta. Never again, Silvee, are you going to go to sleep hungry or thirsty. You're always going to be warm and dry, well fed, and most importantly, loved. All you have to do is stay with me, love me back, and be the curious, playful little vixen I know you can be. That doesn't sound so bad now does it?" The princess cooed, scratching lightly under Aine's fox-chin before returning her fingers the soft, soft ears. "What a good girl you are." Aine melted under the woman's attention, purring and cooing. Dreams of warm beds and full meals filled her head, of never feeling hungry again... That's all a Little in Eire really wants. Somewhere safe, and dry, with lots of food and warmth. Why can't the Amazons share their fortune with us as people, she lamented. Everything sounded wonderful until "love me back" and "playful little vixen". Even awash in all of the amazing feelings, she couldn't take it. "I hu-nan," she whined, unable to make the m without the use of her lips. "I Ah-nyee," she vocalized her name, desperate for the woman to call her by her real name, her old name. The name birthed from the tongue of her people. "Vee," the princess frowned, denying her plea with the pet-name, "If I have to remind you again, you will get into trouble. I will tighten your mouth and put you back on a liquid diet, is that what you want?" Her tone lost its previous softness, filling the Little with fear, "I don't want to hurt you, Silver, but if you refuse to behave, then I will. Let's not ruin a perfect moment, okay? You're safe here with me." The princess hugged her closer and rubbed her on the fluffy spot where cheek merges with ear, a spot that the Amazon magic had made special, and very sensitive. "There, that's a good girl. Lay down nicely, please." Aine's whole world exploded in color as that sensitive spot was caressed, and coupled with the magic words, all of the fight left her, she could do nothing but knead and purr. She rubbed against the woman's hands, seeking to intensify the touch, to make those feelings last as long as possible, her lengthened tongue hanging from her fox-mouth involuntarily. No! she shouts in her mind, I'm not a fox, I'm a human! But her body was caught in the throes of pleasure, the magic making her feel good all over. She started a low hum, a sound of pure pleasure as her body betrayed her completely. You are a pet, not a person, the dark voice taunted her again, Talking is for people, remember? Aine shut the voice out, surrendering to the wonderful feelings, riding the wave of pleasure as she melted in the woman's lap, loving every moment... but hating herself. "There, you see? This isn't a bad place, and I'm not a bad person. You can be happy here, you'll see," the princess promised her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She leaned back in the chair, almost laying down as she settled the fox-girl on her chest, stroking her fur over and over, gently. "I love you," she whispered to the fox-girl, "And I'm going to see you live a happy life, warm and safe." The princess smiled as the fox tail swished softly, tickling her flesh. The princess was surprised by her admission. Amazons aren't supposed to love Littles, not any more than one loves their favorite toy. Littles are things to the Amazons, nothing more. Most Amazons take pets to help themselves relax, or to improve their standing among their peers, or as a trophy... but the princess was cultivating a real love for Aine. She snuggled her pet, and little Aine fell asleep in her arms, which only softened her Amazon heart further. When Aine awoke, it was from a nightmare - a twisted memory of the night the Littlecatcher got her, she woke with a start, panting, her legs aching from running in her sleep. The Littlecatcher didn't get her in the dream, she woke up first.. but that wasn't the truth of reality. It was dark and warm where she was, a soft glow illuminating the interior of a magenta cube gently. Aine pawed around, looking for an exit, but all of the sides of the cube were sealed. She found the seam of a door and rattled it, but it was locked, and she was trapped. The cage was warm and comfortable... but it was still a cage. Aine reflected on the whirlwind of the day. She had awoken in the kennel that morning, aching and cold from the magic the unfeeling Amazons had forced upon her weeks ago. That day she had been adopted, something she'd been dreaming of for months. She had been fed a hot meal, real food.. not just liquid. She was cuddled and praised, held and petted... she was warm and full, in a soft bed instead of a cold, hard cage. The princess had said she loved her. Isn't it depressing that this is the most comfortable you've ever been, you filthy Little? the dark voice asked her, You should focus on being the best pet you can be - what else is there for you? The voice was right... she was right. This was as good as it was going to get for a Little. She'd still try to convince the woman to give up the name Silver, but otherwise... she'd be a good, obedient pet. That's all Littles are good for, right?Shhh, my Little one... you know it's true. Do you like this life on the streets, really? Yes, you're right, you're free. But you're cold, you're hungry. When it rains, you get wet. If you get hurt, you either turn yourself in or you die. Eire is a harsh place for Littles, your gods are no more. Me? I don't exist. Half-bloods aren't a real thing in Eire, and so neither am I. Look for your prince or princess, Little one. Let their magic transform you. Be their baby, be their pet... give up your old tongue name, your gods are gone. Don't cry... if you're lucky, you'll have a warm bed and real love... it can happen. It happened to Aine. Of course it's a true story. And yes, there is more... but that's a tale for another time. Be good, be safe, and be lucky. May your princess find you and make all the dreams you won't admit you have come true.