IT: Infant Tech [Comm]

[Horatio Husky]

IT: Infant Tech

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Bolt

Chapter 1: The Office

 

    Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen.
 

    The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. 
 

    He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit.
 

    A semicolon… really… that was the error?
 

    A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. 
 

    Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. 
 

    Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. 
 

    Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. 
 

    Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention.
 

    “Another office crush, Yuri?”
 

    Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. 
 

    The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically.
 

    “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?”
 

    Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky.
 

    From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. 
 

    Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. 
 

    Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. 
 

    “What is it?”
 

    He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. 
 

    Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. 
 

    Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath.

   

    “We got ourselves another one…”
 

    “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?”
 

    Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. 
 

    “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.”
 

    Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap.
 

    Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. 
 

    Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. 
 

    The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. 
 

    “Uhm… Can I-”
 

    “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
 

    The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. 
 

    “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.”
 

    Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun!
 

    Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. 
 

    No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now…
 

    Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. 
 

    “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?”
 

    Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. 
 

    Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. 
 

    “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.”
 

    Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. 
 

    The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. 
 

    Ding!
 

    The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. 
 

    “I’m parked towards the back.”
 

    He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. 
 

    Everything is running smoothly… 
 

    “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!”
 

    Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. 
 

    It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. 
 

    Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. 
 

    “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.”
 

    Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. 
 

    As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. 
 

    “Aha! There we are.”
 

    His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. 
 

    “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.”
 

    Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. 
 

    “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.”
 

    As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. 
 

    Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. 
 

    The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. 
 

    “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?”
 

    At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. 
 

    Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. 
 

    “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. 
 

    “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. 
 

    “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!”
 

    Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. 
 

    Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. 
 

    The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat.
 

Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. 
 

    “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!”
 

    Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. 
 

    “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.”
 

    It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. 
 

    Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. 
 

    “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.”
 

    With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. 
 

    Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. 
 

    Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. 
 

The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.

[Horatio Husky]

Chapter 2: Suspended

 

    Although it could not have been more than a quarter of an hour, it felt much longer to Bolt. His sense of panic had still not abated, even when they pulled into what looked to be quite a comfortable looking suburb causing Cinder to begin to drive in a much more leisurely fashion. Soon enough, he had pulled in a driveway connected to a two-story house. 

 

    “You remembered how to get to my place without a GPS, I see.”

 

    The tiger commented. Judging from the slight hesitance in Cinder’s response, this caused him some amount of discomfort. 

 

    “Well… It’s practically a straight shot from work anyway.”

 

    Bolt looked to Yuri, whose face was turned to face Cinder head on. The tiger smirked, but decided not to push the subject. Getting out of the car, Bolt watched with a sense of trepidation forming in his gut as the tiger opened the car door next to the husky. 

 

    Yuri leaned in, his facing filling the oversized pup’s view as he spoke softly in an intimidating growl. 

 

    “Now then, you have two choices. Cooperate, and you might just get some enjoyment out of this, or struggle, and I’ll make it a publicly humiliating ordeal, get it?”

 

    Bolt gulped. Hastily, he nodded his head several times to indicate that he had understood, the pacifier ring flopping up and down comically and emitting a soft clicking sound as he did so. The tiger smiled, appearing both pleased and amused by the impression he was pressing upon the husky. 

 

    As Cinder made his way into the house, the tiger placed a singular paw pad on the front of the screen that served as the harness focal point. A small green light flashed on the screen, and all five of the buckles detached simultaneously.

 

    Now was the opportunity to escape, but despite this, Bolt hesitated. He had been forcibly taken against his will by the two, but had not been harmed. Additionally, instead of being disgusted and taken aback by his choice of underwear, oddly enough they appeared to be celebrating it. 

 

    He knew that the tiger would likely overpower him if he did try to wriggle free, but at least that would stand testament to his dignity. Feeling his stomach twisting in knots inside of him, he was surprised to find that he did not resist in the slightest when the tiger undid his wrist and ankle restraints and gently scooped him out of the carseat. 

 

    “There we go, heavy little guy aren’t we?”

 

    Yuri stated, despite carrying him with apparent ease. One massive tiger paw rested possessively underneath the husky’s diapered, furry bottom furthered the sensation of being under the tiger’s control. The muscular frame of the big cat intimidated him as much as it gave him an odd sense of assurance. Another paw was placed on his upper back, which patted it gently as the tiger rumbled into his ear after shutting the car door. 

 

    “Wise choice, there’s a good little puppy.”

 

    Blushing profusely, the husky glanced back and forth down the street of the slice of suburbia that he had been brought to. To his immense sense of relief, it appeared that no fur was around to witness what was happening to him. 

 

    Still facing backwards, he was brought inside and watched as the door was shut behind him. As he heard the lock click into place, an uneasy sensation came over his stomach as he felt his heart drop to his knees. 

 

    “Cinder, why don’t we make our guest a bit more comfortable while we prepare lunch, hmm?”

 

    Bolt still clung to the tiger, his feelings of apprehension now manifesting into a visible sweat on his brow as he listened to the tiger’s cryptic request. 

 

    He could hear the smile on Cinder’s muzzle as the desert cat responded, sounding very pleased with himself.

 

    “I think that’s a splendid idea, why don’t we add him to the decor?”

 

    The husky’s legs were quivering, the tiger could feel the tense manner with which the husky was now clinging to him. He smiled, satisfied that his charge appeared to be equally excited as he was terrified. Something about instilling a mixture of turbulent emotions into the hearts of his subordinates made the tiger feel invigorated with predatory energy. The malicious grin still plastered across his muzzle, he stepped further inside of the home headed towards an unknown direction. 

 

    Bolt tried twisting his head around to see, desperate to know what was going to happen next but was corrected as Yuri’s paw was removed from his back and placed on the back of his head stopping him.

 

    The canine whimpered softly into the pacifier still firmly lodged in his muzzle, beginning to suckle on it reflexively for comfort. It took a moment for him to realise what he had started doing, gaining comfort from his dummy like an actual puppy, before the color once more flushed his cheeks. 

 

    Thus he was moved forward, his legs looped holes in fabric while appearing to be the spitting image of embarrassment. He looked down, then glanced up nervously to see that he was being fitted into some kind of onesie that was attached to the ceiling above him in the middle of a doorway. 

 

    A second later he understood.

 

    They’re putting me in a baby bouncer!

 

    Looking around, feeling a slight sense of panic wash over him, he was able to catch a glimpse of a comfortable looking living room to his right and a closed door on the left side of the hallway he was facing. 

 

    As his legs were looped through, he felt a pair of hands firmly grab his paws and lead them up and above his head. Cuffs, similar to those he had been restrained by in the car, were attached high above his head to the straps of the bouncer. Helpless, he could only watch as his paws were guided through and securely restrained into place rendering them useless. 

 

    He looked down to see Yuri buckling the bouncer straps into place, securing him in the contraption with buckles at his crotch, waist, and chest. His legs lashed out frantically, instinctively trying to get a pawhold on the ground but those too were wrenched from his grasp. 

 

    Cinder’s nimble paws had snagged them out of the air, holding him by the ankles; another pair of cuffs were brought over his paws and fastened snugly around his ankles. This forced the entirety of his weight to be focused on his padded bottom, as his arms were suspended above him and his ankles now hug a few inches from his padded rear making it look like he was kneeling in midair. 

 

    He struggled pathetically, attempting to pull at his restraints only to find that he was completely incapacitated. His gaze met with Yuri’s, who stepped back to take in the scene before him, his hands on his hips. 

 

    “That’s much better, I always thought we should invite more guests to hang out.”

 

    The last two words were strongly accented, as if the punchline of a particularly grueling pun. Behind him, Bolt heard the caracal groan audibly. 

 

    “You say that every time Yuri…”

 

    He said dryly, although his tone of voice betrayed the fact that he was nevertheless amused by the dry pun. 

 

    “Hmm, do you think we should check if our guest is truly comfortable, Yuri?”

 

    The tiger looked up from his appraising gaze, making eye contact with the cat and giving him a knowing smile. 

 

    “Yes, my dear friend. I think that’s a splendid idea. Just to make sure.”

 

    Suddenly, Bolt could feel the warm breath of the caracal alighting upon the fur on the back of his neck. His fur tingled, standing slightly on end in response to the sudden proximity of the orange furred cat as he felt arms wrapped around his midsection. 

 

    His right ear flicked, the hot breath becoming more distinct as he felt small pin pricks of mild pain register on his ear. Bolt gasped into his pacifier, his gaze leading up to the tiger who had also stepped close and placed a large paw underneath his chin, bringing his head up to gaze up into the tiger’s golden eyes. 

 

    Yuri’s other paw reached around, and began to gently pat the husky’s thickly diapered bottom reassuringly. As Cinder began to squeeze and massage the padded front of the husky’s padding, eliciting an excited reaction from his member Yuri began to gently scratch him underneath the chin.

 

    The overwhelming amount of physical affection he was experiencing almost short-circuited the poor husky’s brain. His tail began to wag madly, an uncontrollable sign that he was deeply pleasured by the attention being paid to his body. 

 

    The pacifier bobbed back and forth in his muzzle as he began to suckle on it in earnest, his heart pounding in his chest as his stomach continued to twist inside of him. He felt himself growing harder, unable to stop himself; he let out a loud whine of pleasure and desperation as the weight placed on his padding made the confines inside of his diapered front even more resistant against his growing erection. 

 

    He began to pant, his right leg twitching in what would have been a series of gentle kicks had it not been suspended underneath his round bottom. Yuri half-grinned at him, a low growl emanating from deep in his chest as the great cat began to purr softly. It came out in his voice as he spoke, giving him a slight vibrato that only further accented the raw power that emanated from the noble beast. 

 

    “There we go, just a little puppy yearning for attention, right? Wanting nothing more than to have all the attention possible brought to the front of his puppy padding. You’re just a huffy little strapped up puppy, isn’t that right?”

 

    Bolt was now exerting significant effort to keep himself under control. The bombardment of sensations that the two were indulging him with made him feel desperate for release and utterly at their mercy.

 

    The gentle, possessive patting of his bottom, the arms wrapped around him ending in a gentle massage just a mere inch away from his throbbing member, the powerful gaze of the tiger combined with the scritching underneath the chin, and the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that came from having his ear bitten were all a little bit too much for the husky.

 

    The dog panted. Breathing in and out and closing one of his eyes in the effort to remain in control, but he could not. 

 

    Just as he thought he was going to burst, the patting on his bottom stopped and the tiger snapped his fingers.

 

    As soon as it began, it ceased. The patting, the groping, the massaging, the scratching, and the biting all stopped at once. 

 

    The lack of closure and interruption to the overwhelming amount of affection was abrupt and unpleasant. Bolt whimpered loudly, wriggling and straining against his restraints in what appeared to be a small temper tantrum as he felt the maddening combination of pleasant sensations suddenly torn from him like a rotten tooth pulled out with a pair of rusty pliers. 

 

    It was almost as maddening as the experience itself. 

 

    Yuri paid him no mind. In fact, he practically ignored him as he looked over his head to speak with Cinder. 

 

    “I’m feeling like chicken this afternoon, maybe with pasta?”

 

    Behind him, unseen by the husky, Cinder nodded and turned tail to head into the kitchen. 

 

    “I handle the meat, you get the pasta going?”

 

    He asked, matter-a-factly as the sound of cupboards opening and post clanging reverberated behind the suspended husky.

 

    “Sounds like a plan.”

 

    The tiger replied, nimbly stepping around the husky and continuing to act as if he was only a piece of inanimate furniture to be circumnavigated. 

 

    Bolt was feeling practically furious. He had been edged to the point of what might have been one of the best climaxes he had ever experienced only to be emphatically denied an end to his pleasuring. 

 

    He bowed his head, ears flattening against his skull as his tail came between his legs in an express of complete defeat.

 

    Gently, he bounced up and down unable to even get a good rhythm going as his suspended ankles prevented him from even gently brushing against the floor beneath him. 

 

    The previous indulgence that his crotch had had now gone, leaving behind only the possibility of pathetically bucking his hips to derive any small amount of resistance he could manage. 

 

    He twisted, trying to crane his neck to see into the kitchen behind him but was unable to catch even a glimpse. Sighing into his pacifier, he suckled on it in earnest feeling so desperate for assurance that he now even began to feel grateful for the gag preventing him from being able to speak. 

 

    Behind him, the two cats continued to behave as if he was not there at all. That was not entirely true, however. Although they made sure to not speak a word of acknowledgement that they had a full grown husky suspended into an adult baby bouncer wearing highly visible padding in their kitchen door, they continuously glanced and took moments to simply stare and admire their charge. 

 

    Several times they exchanged knowing glances, their suspicions having been confirmed. Not only did the husky like to wear diapers. Bolt was thoroughly turned on by the attention they gave them. 

 

    Soon enough, the kitchen was filled with a series of delicious smells causing the husky’s mouth to water around his pacifier. 

 

    His stomach growled audibly, forcing Cinder to have to stifle a giggle which elicited a warning glance from the tiger so that the caracal would not break the spell. Thankfully, Bolt was unable to hear it and continued to undergo the strange sensation of feeling like an object unworthy of recognition or attention.

 

    He had never felt so subordinate to anyone before in his entire life.

[Horatio Husky]

Chapter 3: Lunch Break

 

    As the sound of kitchen preparations continued to fill the silence between the three furs, Cinder glanced over at Yuri raising his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. 

 

    In his paws, he held two jars of baby food. One of them contained pureed peas and carrots and the other contained apple strawberry banana flavoring. Wordlessly, Yuri shook his head and nodded towards the fridge. Understanding in Cinder’s sharp eyes he reached up to put the containers away before reaching for a brightly colored bowl and spoon, perfect for a literal babyfur. 

 

    The smell of breaded chicken, fries, and other such kid fur delicacies now pervaded the air, having a mouth water effect on the still steadily bouncing pup. A thin line of drool now hung from the bottom of Bolt’s pacifier guard, a visual display of how eagerly his stomach was urging him to get to filling it as soon as he could.

 

    He was, however, unable to do so. Ears still lowered in resignation, he listened to his tummy gurgle for the second time within a minute’s time. 

 

    Cinder and Yuri bustled about, putting out plates, forks, and napkins on the dining room table in the next room over. Twisting, Bolt was just able to glance into the dining room out of the corner of their eye and see them making the last few preparations before lunch would commence. 

 

    Unseen by him, a large, white high chair had been placed at the head of the table. A clean white plastic, with a multi-colored paw patterning on the insulation lining the back, it appeared for all intents and purposes to be designed for a three-year-old  just learning how to spoon feed themself for the first time. There were, however, two stark differences. 

 

    One was the size, as the highchair stood up to the center of Yuri’s chest making it so that were he placed in it even he would be able to barely brush the bottom of the floor with his robust paws. 

 

    Second, the harness and lock placed in the center of the harness appeared to be much more robust than would be necessary to contain a babyfur. Thick nylon straps, attached to stainless steel buckles would have a strap running over the shoulders, against the waist, and up between the legs of the high chair’s inhabitant ensuring that escape would by near impossible.

 

    A screen, similar to that of the car seat Bolt had been strapped into, was placed in the center which functioned via a paw pad scan to alternate between locked and unlocked states. 

 

    The infantile throne was being prepared by Yuri as Cinder began to carry plates of chicken fingers, nuggets, mac and cheese, crinkle fries, and bowls of fruit into the center of the dining room table. They had gone all out, as was their plan, to fully encompass many chosen childhood favorites. 

 

    Yuri slid out the high chair table tray, pulling apart the straps in preparation to put the padded pup inside of them. 

 

    At last, lunch was ready to be served. 

 

    Silently, Yuri retreated back into the kitchen and approached Bolt’s bouncer from behind. Despite the husky’s sensitive hearing, he was unable to detect the tiger’s presence until he stood right behind him. Leaning in, the tiger’s hot breath struck at the back of Bolt’s neck as he whispered into his ear. 

 

    “Hungry, puppy?”

 

    The two words held a resonant power in them that sent an excited shiver down Bolt’s spine. Despite himself, he nodded eagerly and suckled audable on the pacifier bulb in his mouth. As to speak up in affirmation, his stomach let out a loud grumble that even reached Cinder’s ears from a room over. 

 

    As the last round of borborygmus tapered off with a low growl, Yuri began to unbuckle the straps that kept the husky secured, saving the cuffs suspending his wrists into the air last. A moment later, he stepped around in front of Bolt and grabbed him underneath the armpits and lifted him up into the air. 

 

    Cheeks reddening from being dog-handled so easily, he clung instinctively to the tiger as he was carried over to the high chair. 

 

    His eyes became wide with awe when they entered the dining room, zeroing in on the high chair that was waiting for him. Before he was fully able to grasp the large size of the infantile furniture, he was being secured inside of it by the five-point harness. 

 

    As the last buckle clicked, a small whirring noise came from the lock nexus in the center and he felt all of the buckles tighten. Having been properly restrained, he pawed experimentally at the screen which now displayed a white lock symbol against a green background. 

 

    Mumbling into his pacifier, he watched as the green turned to red, denying him access from unlocking the harness. 

 

    “Good puppies don’t unbuckle themselves, silly.”

 

    Yuri chided softly, causing Bolt to actually experience a brief sensation of shame and embarrassment at having acted briefly disobedient. Thus, he did not pull his paws away when Yuri pulled his wrists down underneath the trey table which he slid into place. 

 

    The table pressed up against the husky’s chest, causing him to realise only after it was too late that he was unable to pull his arms up from underneath it. 

 

    Strapped in and without the use of his arms, Bolt put two and two together to recognize that the two felines intended to feed him. 

 

    His eyes locked onto the many childhood treats that were arrayed before him on the table, his salivary glands now working double time with food now present almost within arm’s reach. 

 

    As Yuri stepped away, Cinder stepped forward and started stacking several cylinders onto the highchair tray table. 

 

    Bolt glanced down briefly to see what the caracal was placing before him, and then did a double take. In front of him tupperware containers with various contents inside being placed before him. Judging from the appearance, the cat had placed some apple sauce, mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, and Greek yogurt in front of him.

 

    His eyes widened, and he glanced furtively between Yuri and Cinder. As Cinder placed the last jar, the sixth to be exact, in front of the husky he stepped back and gave the pacified pup and wide, toothy grin. Yuri spoke. 

 

    “There we are, a luxurious lunchtime mix appropriate for a puppy your age. We’re going to take your pacifier out now. If I hear even a single word come out of your muzzle, it’ll be a spanking instead, understand?”

 

    Bolt gulped. He understood just fine. Even as a tremendous feeling of disappointment washed over him at the daunting prospect of having to consume much more boring food, he knew that the two cats had full capacity to make it worse. Regardless, at least he would be fed. 

 

    The mixed feeling of wanting to rebel yet deeply enjoying the experience resonated inside of him, a feeling of turmoil that risked breaking free at any moment. Still, he remained obedient if only out of curiosity for what would happen next.

 

    That did not mean, however, that he was going to enjoy the meal in front of him any less. 

 

    As Yuri moved to unfasten the buckle keeping the pacifier bulb in his muzzle, Bolt watched Cinder with trepidation in his eyes as the caracal opened up a container of applesauce. 

 

    The faint smell of sugar and pureed apples wafted through the air into Bolt’s flared nostrils. 

 

    The pacifier bulb was removed from his muzzle, causing Bolt to open and close his muzzle in order to stretch it out even after spending little time having been gagged. But as Cinder picked up a spoonful of apple sauce, which had a pleasant red orange hue to it, Bolt clamped his muzzle shut despite his initial urge to obey.

 

    Cinder looked at Yuri expectantly, but appeared to not be surprised by Bolt’s refusal to cooperate. Even as Bolt watched with wide eyes, curious as to what the cats would do, it was followed by yet another round of stomach grumbling, Yuri calmly reached over and firmly pinched the husky’s nostrils closed. 

 

    Bolt understood immediately what the tiger was trying to do. Try as he might, he could not hold his breath for longer than a minute. Choosing not to struggle, he opened his mouth out of reflex as soon as his nasal passages were blocked.  

 

    He was rewarded with a large spoonful of fruity sweetness, which did not taste as bad as he had expected. Grimacing, he looked up at the tiger still pinching his nose closed. 

 

    A stern glare told him that he had better swallow the portion of food he was given, or else. After moving the food around in his muzzle a little bit, he swallowed effortlessly. 

 

    Now the spoonfuls were coming in rapid success, which he entertained obediently.

 

    The texture wasn’t too bad, shapeless and mushy; the food required almost no chewing and could essentially be swallowed as quickly as it was fed. 

 

    This, Bolt realised, turned out to be an effective strategy as the sooner he swallowed the food the sooner, he hoped, he would get to eat some of the chicken nuggets. 

 

    Cinder and Bolt fell into a steady routine of spoon feeding, swallowing, and repeating. Yuri took his paw away from Bolt’s muzzle after a few successive spoonfuls as the husky demonstrated he was now quite willing to cooperate. 

 

    He stepped back, serving as a silent sentinel witnessing the adult husky being fed like he was no older than a toddler. 

 

    Even as Bolt did his best to swallow the contents of the containers as quickly as he could, the mush still clung to his teeth, muzzle, and coated his tongue. He was now hoping for something to wash it down with.

 

    Although he was beginning to go at a relatively brisk pace, he was still feeling hungry for the fries that still tinged the air with their salty, tater smell.

 

    Bolt whimpered, still feeling hungry for the more adult food that the two felines had been preparing all this time. Reluctantly, knowing that his cooperation would most likely be rewarded, he slowly accepted the next spoon full. They had arrived at the mashed potatoes, which was decidedly the most flavorful food item he had tasted so far. 

 

    Even though at times he felt as if he were close to choking, he continued to dutifully ingest the food. Hoping that at the end they would at least allow him a few sips of water or maybe sneak him a spoonful of mac and cheese. 

 

    After the third and fourth container, Bolt watched with anguish in his eyes as Cinder opened up a container of vanilla yogurt. 

 

    The husky had hit his limit, even as Cinder teased the spoon full of vanilla flavored goop. Bolt twisted his head this way and that doing his best as a desperate feeling overwhelmed him to not eat any more of the boring food. 

 

    As Cinder tried in vain to sneak the spoonful in, Yuri placed an assuring paw on the caracal’s shoulder. Cinder stopped, looking up at the tiger inquisitively as Yuri’s eyes met with Bolt’s. He spoke softly.

 

    “Is the puppy not hungry anymore?”
 

    The truth was, Bolt felt hungry as ever. Despite the fact that the puppy food was beginning to feel quite filling, his palette yearned for something more stimulating and delicious. Still, the adult part of his mind told him that the vanilla yogurt wasn’t all bad. Still, he felt like he had earned a little bit of leeway for childish misbehavior. His tail wagging behind him, he allowed himself a small yip off affirmation, staring pointedly at the fried food on the dining room table in front of him. 

 

    He knew, however, that this might be his only way out of having to no longer endure any more containers of plain puppy food. 

 

    Yuri nodded, looking over to Cinder to give him a singular nod as well. Placing the spoon down on the tray table, Cinder meandered over to the table full of food as Yuri reached up to rebuckle the pacifier gag into Bolt’s muzzle. 

 

    To his chagrin, Bolt saw that the two felines had decided that it was not necessary to give him the kid fur food just yet. Even as the bulb once more pressed down on his tongue, rendering any complaints he might have had into faint muffles, the flavor of vanilla was the closest he would get to getting to eat something particularly yummy. 

 

    Settling himself down in front of Cinder, the two began to spoon generous helpings of the food in front of them onto their own plates. Bolt watched helplessly as they took their time, selecting their food of choice with great exaggeration before finally placing a cloth napkin into their respective laps. 

 

    “Bon appetit.”

 

    Yuri stated cheerfully, before picking up a chicken tender and making a big show out of taking a bite out of it. 

 

    “Mmmm…”

 

    He was helpless, whining loudly he kicked his legs against the bottom guard of the high chair as he tried in vain to pull his arms out from under the tray table.

 

    The two cats paid him no mind, as if what Bolt was doing was nothing more than a little puppy acting fussy at the dining table. They chatted idly with one another between mouthfuls of mac and cheese and crinkles fries dipped in ketchup, discussing first the weather and then their day at work. 

 

    Bolt felt pathetic, helpless and completely ignored by the other two felines he eventually gave up on struggling and hung his head in resignation. 

 

    Despite ignoring him, Cinder and Yuri cast the occasional satisfied glance towards the puppy who was now staring sadly down at the spoon in front of him, which still had a helping of yogurt on top of him. 

 

    The two cats looked at each other once more, appearing very pleased with themselves. 

 

    Silently, the two saw in each other that they were having even more fun with their padded pup than they had originally expected. Bolt had already successfully adopted the mentality and behavior of a little, fussy puppy wanting food that was just a bit too out of reach.

[Horatio Husky]

Chapter 4: Intern Training

 

Bolt was beginning to grow restless. The smells of the fried food continued to waft into his nose even as the felines in front of him began to finish off the helpings on their plates. 

 

After the first ten minutes of dining or so, the two felines had lapsed into casual conversation that conveniently excluded Bolt’s presence entirely. In fact, after they had grown off work-related small talk, they had changed their topic of conversation to the pup. 

 

Much like an actual puppy, too young to fully comprehend the depths of adult conversation, they spoke of him as if he was not there to hear every word. Not that he could have added much to the conversation to begin with, as the pacifier gag was still firmly lodged in his muzzle. After catching himself instinctively suckling on it for comfort, as being spoken of without any ability to input your own opinion was a chastening experience, he realized that he was actually beginning to gain some comfort from the bulbous object in his mouth.

 

The plans of the felines were working to its fullest effect. Bolt was beginning to feel as if he was the baby of the family with an increasing sense of dependency on the cats in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, however, they had not even started. 

 

“Well, I’m stuffed.”

 

Yuri patted his belly lethargically, raising a balled paw up to his muzzle and stifling a belch. Cinder appeared to catch his yawn, flashing an impressive array of sharp teeth before smacking his lips together in a self-satisfied manner. 

 

“Likewise.”

 

Pushing himself away from the table, Yuri began to gather the various dishes into his large, impressive arms as Cinder followed suit. Bolt watched their movements carefully, beginning to grow curious about what the cats had planned for him next.

 

As Yuri and Cinder padded to the kitchen and back, ferrying the dishes and cutlery, Yuri spoke matter-of-factly while he was stacking plates. 

 

“Check the puppy’s diaper, would you?”

 

Cinder in the same casual tone as Yuri, nodding as he put down the casserole dish he had picked up.

 

“Mhmmm…”

 

Striding over to Bolt, who had squirmed in a mixture of excitement and discomfort at still having his arms pinned down against his torso, he watched as Cinder’s eyes alighted on the front of his padding. Kneeling down, now out of the husky’s sight as he examined the front of his diaper from underneath the tray table, Bolt felt his heart skip a beat as he felt the caracal’s paw gently squeezing the front of his padding. 

 

The examination did not stop there, an electric feeling of excitement ran up the dog’s spine as he felt the cat’s soft paws caress the inner part of his thigh, before slipping in two fingers inside of the diaper’s lining to check for dampness. 

 

Bolt could not help himself, he whimpered softly at being so personally examined. The entire act was performed as if it were routine and completely ordinary. But to Bolt, the sensation of having his diaper checked without a moment’s consideration of how he would feel about it made him feel even more little than when he had been strung up in the baby bouncer. 

 

“Still dry, surprisingly.”
 

Cinder called out, straightening and reaching over to gently ruffle Bolt between his ears. Cheeks still burning from having the regal feline examine the state of his protective padding, Bolt bowed his head slightly and leaned into the head pats. 

 

Yuri called out from the kitchen, amidst a clamor of ceramic and the sound of running water. 

 

“That won’t last long!”

 

Chuckling, Cinder turned away and strode into the kitchen to join in the post-lunch cleaning up, leaving Bolt still feeling as if his insides were filled with so many fluttering butterflies. 

 

It took a minute for Bolt to realize that it was not just his feelings that were causing him a measure of discomfort, but he could feel the beginnings of cramps in his lower abdomen indicating to him that he was going to need to pee soon. 

 

Although it was not intense enough for him to merit the need to go immediately, he knew that he would end up having no choice but to use his diaper for its intended purpose. He huffed out a breath into his pacifier, beginning to feel slightly fussy at having been left incapacitated in his high chair only to struggle with the increasingly urgent need to relieve himself.

 

Just as he was considering whether or not to go now rather than later, Yuri strode back into the dining room holding a large cylindrical object in his right paw. 

 

Bolt’s eyes widened, as he recognized what the item was. The largest baby bottle he had ever seen was clutched firmly in the tiger’s paw, filled with a milky substance that Bolt guessed to be at least 64 ounces of whole milk.

 

“Come on up, runt. Let’s get this in you.”

 

Feeling abashed at having been called a runt, despite the fact that he was now a fully grown adult fur, Bolt found that his will to resist had been thoroughly suppressed by the admonishing comment. 

 

The impression that disobedience was an option that was fully out of reach ingrained in his mind, he waited patiently for the tiger to slide out the tray and unlock him from his harness. As the pressure on the front of his padding lifted, Yuri tucked the oversized bottle under his arm and lifted the dog up by the armpits. 

 

Depositing him on his hip, the tiger placed a firm paw on the bottom part of Bolt’s diaper and held it firmly against him. The placement of his paw had a possessive undertone to it, as if the tiger were silently saying that the husky’s butt belonged to him and only him.

 

It might as well have belonged to him, as Bolt instinctively clung to the tiger as he maneuvered their way over to what appeared to be the ground floor living room. Comfortable couch cushions, a recliner, a pristine coffee table, and a large television appeared to be the main attraction in terms of furnishing. Several paintings hung from the walls, displaying pleasant natural scenery of pine tree forests, bubbling brooks, and snow-covered mountains. 

 

The room gave off a quiet, comfortable atmosphere that Bolt immediately picked up on. This manifested itself by the fact that Bolt did not complain when Yuri sat down and laid the large puppy over his lap. 

 

Naked, except for the diaper around his waist and pacifier gag in his mouth, Bolt felt particularly exposed, facing belly up into the noble face of the much larger tiger. Yuri grinned down at Bolt, a measure of satisfaction in his face as he looked down at his charge. 

 

Bolt’s paws were folded over his chest in a begging position, staring up woefully into the tiger’s face before looking down at the nipple of the bottle which was slowly approaching his muzzle. 

 

Even as it did so, Bolt felt the back buckles of his pacifier gag being undone. Grasping the pacifier ring with his pinky, Yuri guided the pacifier out of his muzzle and set it aside. 

 

“Drink up, pup.”

 

Bolt realized that he had become quite thirsty since he had finished off his last cup of yogurt, most likely by the intention of both felines as he accepted the nipple without fuss. 

 

At first, Bolt was unsure of how to proceed. He had not nursed from a baby bottle since he had been an actual pup, so he took a few experimental suckles on the teat to gauge the rate of flow. 

 

Finding that the amount of liquid that came out was much smaller than he anticipated, he began to suckle in earnest in order to suck more of the warm milk out of the bottle. 

 

This resulted in a loud, suckling noise combined with his measured breathing between swallows. It took a moment for Bolt to shift his focus away from feeding on the bottle to realize just how much noise he was generating. 

 

His cheeks reddened, ears flattening against his head as he looked up to give Yuri a sheepish look. The tiger had witnessed it all, noting that the husky had taken eagerly to the bottle the moment it was presented to him.

 

He’s taking to the role much quicker than expected…

 

He thought to himself, even as he responded to Bolt’s embarrassed expression with a raised eyebrow. Deciding to break character momentarily, he inquired softly even as he raised the bottle up higher to allow for a steadier flow.

 

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?”

 

Bolt felt his insides twist yet again, his cheeks burning brighter as he nodded slowly. Despite how quickly the two had descended on him, he could not help but relish slightly in the feelings of helplessness and freedom he had in not being able to make any decisions for himself. 

 

He had now consumed about a fourth of the contents of the bottle, his cheeks becoming tired from the effort of having to suckle with effort in order to get at the milk. To his pleasant surprise, Bolt found an aftertaste of cinnamon lingering across his tongue. Whatever the concoction that was now being poured into him had, it certainly was no ordinary milk. 

 

Lapsing into a steady pace, Bolt allowed himself to relax as he fell into a steady rhythm of nursing. His shoulders relaxed, his legs spread out over Yuri’s lap, and his eyelids remained half open as he began to enjoy the attention. 

 

The tiger, too, relaxed. This was the part that he always enjoyed, as it was usually during bottle feeding that the majority of littles he spoiled were able to relax and fully embrace an infantile mindset. 

 

Padding in quietly, Cinder sat himself down next to the tiger and watched 

as Bolt closed his eyes and continued to nurse in earnest. 

 

Yuri and Cinder, genuine smiles dancing upon their muzzle, exchanged appreciative glances with each other. The husky appeared downright adorable, milk gathering at the corners of his muzzle. 

 

The three sat in relative silence, the only noise pervading the air being the nuk-nuk of the baby bottle. 

 

Eyes still closed, as Bolt began to float in a blissful state focused only on the warm milk now giving him a cozy sensation in his belly, the pup felt a twinge in his bladder. 

 

The husky did not give it much thought at first, wanting more to focus on the supple milk pouring down his throat. But as the thought of liquids flooding took center stage in his mind, he realized that he could ignore it no longer. 

 

The natural reflex to hold it until a toilet was available took over, but Bolt quickly regarded this incline with skepticism. 

 

What if…

 

Bolt was then reminded of the fact that there were two of his coworkers sitting with him on the couch as he nursed; although his eyes did not open, he felt the familiar sensation of his cheeks beginning to blush once more. 

 

Still…

 

A sleepy feeling came over the husky, one that he found he could not bring himself to resist. Relapsing back into his pacified state, he was only a little taken aback when he felt the dam break with surprisingly little resistance. 

 

A familiar feeling of warmth began to spread throughout the front of his thick padding, first appearing as a small dark spot before growing and spreading throughout the front of his diaper. Underneath the landing zone of the padding, Yuri’s eyes drifted down as the telltale, softened hiss of a diaper being peed into filled the air. 

 

Cinder’s nostrils flared, the scent of urine and baby powder now filling the air in 

a particularly nostalgic combination. Silently, the two two cats watched keenly as the husky appeared to utterly flood his pants. 

 

Still in the depths of little space, Bolt only registered the feeling of relief that came with emptying one’s bladder. The warmth had now spread throughout the front of the diaper, weighing down with a reassuring weight on the husky’s bits. With the expansion of the absorbent material inside of the padding, the diaper was now a snug fit around his waist. 

 

While previously it had been a pleasant, fluffy pillow gently hugging his 

mid-section, it had now become a bit more intimate as the sodden padding now pressed up closely against him. 

 

The feeling only added further to the husky’s feelings of infantile bliss. He found that once he had finished the bottle at last, that his breathing had slowed to a much calmer, somber rate. 

 

His muzzle detached from the bottle with a soft squeak, a contented sigh leaving his muzzle as he nestled further into the tiger’s arms. The initial shyness and unwilling cooperation had now been forgotten, as the warmth and comfort that came from being in the tiger’s arms overrode any inclination to resist. 

 

Yuri and Cinder waited a few minutes, ensuring that Bolt had successfully sunken into a peaceful slumber. The tiger then gave Cinder a meaningful, sideways glance nodding once. 

 

Nodding in response, Cinder got up and quietly tiptoed out of the room and turned to pad up the stairs as Yuri gingerly stood up. 

 

The tiger’s square jaw bobbed downwards once, checking to see that the upwards movement had not woken up Bolt. 

 

The husky did not stir, as the contents of the bottle he had just ingested appeared to be coming into effect. 

 

Experimentally, Yuri gently shook the husky from side to side watching as his ears flopped about. 

 

Nothing. The husky was out cold, his chest rising and falling slowly with the methodical rhythm that came with a drug induced trance. 

 

A smile slowly spread across Yuri’s muzzle as he looked the husky up and down, his gaze lingering on the puppy’s soaked padding.

 

“We’ll give you a change, little pup. But only after you’ve properly used your padding.”

 

He remarked out loud, to nobody in particular. He hoisted the dog up, gently resting his head against his powerful shoulder as he placed a paw on the dog’s now slightly soggy bottom yet again. 

 

Turning, he made his way towards the flight of stairs, following the caracal while Bolt’s tail began a faint wagging movement. Whatever the dog was dreaming of, it was eliciting feelings of content.