babyfur The Infant's Guide to Reaching Purgatory: A Babyfur Story (Mature)

[Baby Jemma]

Well, I know I have some other works that I need to really get done, but this little idea popped into my head last night, and it wouldn't go away until I wrote a chapter for it. So, here's The Infant's Guide to Reaching Purgatory~ Some things to note before we get started:

Firstly, the content warnings are very real. Pay attention to the tags before you jump in and read. If it's not for you, you are absolutely not obligated to read, and that's perfectly okay. Secondly, this is not meant as a religion-bashing story, and I will not make it one. I am not religious in the slightest myself (and some of the things that the characters say do not reflect my beliefs), but I respect all creeds. It's just that this story is set in hell, for the very most part. No, it's not a Hellaverse fic: just a babyfur story that happens to be set in a different sort of hell. Finally, it is a very short prologue, and I apologize for not being able to get back into the swing of things in my other stories. I just needed to write something down and post it.

About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it.

Now, without further delay, let's get into this story:

 

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Prologue

 

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“What do you MEAN, ‘I’m going to Hell’?!”

 

The female red wolf had all but screamed those words, lashing her tail to-and-fro, nude as the day she was born (to her utmost dismay as she continued to cover herself with her paws and tail as best as she could; the angels said that earthly clothes couldn’t be taken to the afterlife), standing on the clouds that made up the surface of whatever judgment chambers there were in Heaven. Fuck, even the walls and ceiling were covered in clouds.

 

She was utterly incensed. How dare these fucking self-righteous hypocrites say she was damned?! What did they know about her life?! What did they know about her?!

 

The swan-winged figure looked at her coldly. Gender and species were impossible to identify with the angel’s robes, the heavenly halo shining upon its masked face. “Violet Valencia Bailey,” the voice intoned, neither male nor female. “Please don’t make this as drawn out as it could be. You’ve been judged by your actions and sins, and-”

 

“I WANNA KNOW WHY!” Violet snarled furiously.

 

“Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know why. Your last actions literally spelled it out.”

 

“Unless you think suicide is a sin all of a sudden?” the red wolf huffed, wishing she had something, anything, really, to cover her body.

 

Even a towel would be nice…

 

“I’d say brutally murdering your husband in cold blood gets-”

 

“YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID TO ME, IF YOU’RE SO FUCKING ALL POWERFUL-”

 

“Please do not interrupt me, and please do not curse. His actions were detestable. Yours are inexcusable, and you don’t even have the good grace to admit it.”

 

“Bullshit! I did what any sane woman would’ve done to a fucking bastard like him!”

 

“Please stop curs-”

 

“Make me!”

 

“Don’t - interrupt me - again.”

 

“Make me! You’re not my parents!”

 

“And thank the Lord Almighty I’m not. You’re acting like a petulant child.”

 

“Fuck off, chickenwing! If you’re going to send me down to Hell anyway, when I don’t deserve it, you’re goddamned right I’m gonna chew your ass out!”

 

The masked figure sighed and pulled out an odd circular object that Violet assumed was a phone of some kind (and it sucked that she couldn’t bring her phone with her to the afterlife. Seriously, the afterlife could go screw itself, at this point.). “We have a Code Sunshine, repeat, Code Sunshine,” the figure said in a bored tone.

 

The red wolf was suddenly confused. “Sunshine?” she asked.

 

“It means you’re getting what you’ve rightfully earned,” the angelic figure said, and Violet could practically hear the smug smile on their face that she knew they were hiding behind their mask. “It’s been a while since this code was used. You might want to give us some entertainment.”

 

“Entertainment? The fuck are you talking about?! You sick fucks like to watch animals get tortured, don’t you?!”

 

“You’ll see what happens. I bet you last a week before you’re begging for Lucifer’s deepest, darkest pits. Or three days before she has you right where she wants you.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Violet felt herself sinking through the clouds, and she howled in distress - she hated heights, hated them, hated them, hated them - before her entire body slipped through, and she began to freefall through the air, her spirit plummeting to earth as she continued screaming in terror, flailing for any purchase where there was none, her soul dropping like a stone. She saw the ground fly up to meet her, and she held her paws out to protect her face, awaiting the crash.

 

Only she didn’t crash; the second Violet’s spirit hit the ground, she began to sink through the inky black, like she was going into water in the night. Her arms and legs were forced up to her chin, tail curled around her waist, as if she was a fetus again, her body compacting from the pressure.

 

“OH?” a masculine voice rang out, sounding very amused. “So, you managed to anger an Archangel enough for them to request a Code Sunshine. Can I have your name?”

 

“Who the fuck are you?” Violet snapped, her voice sounding oddly tiny for a fully-grown she-wolf. “Are you some demon who’s gonna try to torture me, asshole?”

 

“Well, I can certainly see why they requested it.” The voice was still amused. “Let me see…what is your crime…oh, right here, they texted it to me. Heaven can be so kind in those cases…”

 

“Who the fuck are you?!” the red wolf repeated furiously.

 

“Ahem, Violet Valencia Bailey the red wolf, you brutally murdered your husband, Dirk Arnold Stauss the Tapanuli orangutan, with a shotgun…multiple shots before he was finally killed-”

 

“Shut up!” Violet snarled, baring her fangs, wishing for the millionth time that she wasn’t naked.

 

The demon continued as if she had never spoken, “-then committed suicide after the murder-”

 

“SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Violet screamed into the inky blackness, her voice as loud and forceful as a puppy’s.

 

"-aborted his potential children without his knowledge in the past, refusing them a life when you had other options-"

 

"GOD DAMN YOU, GO SUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK!"

 

“And you had arguments with him as well,” the voice finished with a thunderous ending in his tone, far more powerful than hers. “Do you deny any of this?”

 

The red wolf was shaking, her fur bristling with rage. “Does anyone realize why I did this?! Do you even fucking CARE, you unfair piece of shit?!"

 

“Fairness in Hell? Do not make me scoff. He is damned as well; there is your 'fairness'. The difference between this man and you is that he did not act childishly when confronted with his wrongdoings. He freely admitted his sins, boasted that he was proud of them, despite knowing very well they were wrong; he is facing his eternal punishment as we speak. Deep down, I think you do know you were not in the right either. What is the saying, ‘two wrongs do not make a right?’”

 

“Shut up! You don’t know shit about me!”

 

The voice sighed. “I cannot continue this conversation with someone so immature. I will leave you to the Grand Duchess, Astaroth. May this be the last time we meet.”

 

“What?”

 

Violet felt a burning charge go through her soul, trillions upon trillions of times both hotter and colder than she had ever felt in her twenty-five years of life on earth, unable to even scream out her pain in response - and after the charge lanced through every part of her that remained, her conscious thoughts slipped into darkness.

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~

[Baby Jemma]

Okay, I have finished the next chapter for TIGtRP, and it'll be here. Just have to state the following: A WARNING for implied sexual abuse and inbred molestation, heavily abusive situations in both marriage and childhood, stated murder, implications of suicide, implied death of personality in terms of mental and physical regression, and discussion of religion (again, these do NOT reflect my beliefs, but the characters in this story). Viewer discretion is STRONGLY ADVISED.

 

If you're fine with all of that, read on.

 

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Chapter One

 

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Violet felt fuzzy emotions going through her mind.

 

Safety. Security. Love. A squishy, mushy feeling on her bottom, wait, a squishy, mushy feeling on her bottom?

 

The red wolf immediately woke up in a cage, bars everywhere with an odd little mobile of bat-winged devil figurines bobbing above her head, an annoying infantile melody echoing from the object. She was drooling uncontrollably, to her further annoyance, the drool dripping into her chest fur. She tried to reach her arms to wipe the drool away…only to feel them be utter dead weight. She panicked. Tried to kick, tried to raise her arms above her head. Nothing.

 

All she could move was her head (and even that was a struggle), and when she craned her neck as much as she could, everything came into place with a soft whimper. Her breasts were completely gone, and she was wearing a cutesy pinkish-red diaper with devil prints. An utterly soaked and messy diaper, by the looks and smell of it.

 

The full horror of the punishment that was going on hit Violet like the truck she had thrown herself into in order to die: she was a completely helpless, drooling, stupid infant in a crib and a diaper that she very likely needed now.

 

She screamed. Screamed in terror, knowing that anyone could take advantage of her, just like-

 

“Oh, the newest one is awake. I’m here, my little VV, I’m here.”

 

The female voice sang above the red wolf, who felt so tiny and babyish without her full breasts. And at this point? Being completely naked would’ve been an upgrade over a pissed and shitty diaper.

 

And “VV”? A childish name from her first and middle initials? If Hell wanted to embarrass her into oblivion, it was doing a great job.

 

Violet tried to snap, “Who the fuck are you?!”, and, of course, nothing but infantile babble echoed from her mouth, along with even more drool that pooled on her fur.

 

Then the being came into focus: another red wolf. Female. Completely nude, and yet confident in it, as if she didn’t care that she was showing every bit of her beautiful body. Five glowing scarlet eyes, all spread across the top of her face. Four huge draconic wings that spread from her back. The biggest breasts she had ever seen in her life, dripping with milk from the nipples of the areola.

 

“Well, my baby VV, are you ready for your morning milkies?” the female wolf purred like a cat.

 

Violet tried to refuse, she wasn’t a fucking baby, but the demoness had picked her up easily and put her to the nipple of the left breast, patting her diapered ass while helping her feed. The red wolf felt so much more than a little embarrassed that the body she was in was too young to nurse entirely by herself; so much more than a little embarrassed that she was instinctively suckling at the demoness’s breast, feeling the heat of the hellish milk go into her stomach, through her baby body, and immediately into her diaper; so much more than a little embarrassed at eventually being burped (and spitting up, to boot, as if she was an actual infant who couldn’t control her esophageal sphincter).

 

But when the demoness cooed at her and tickled her footpaws, she squealed, her small tail wagging as much as her sagging diaper would allow it, babbling utter nonsense, happy to be called a “good girl”.

 

“Now let’s get that nasty diapee changed so we don’t get a rash, okay, my precious little girl?”

 

The demoness tickled Violet more, the red wolf babbling happily with the stimulation, and more of her bladder’s contents went into her diaper with no control, her newborn body betraying her thoughts in every way before she was deposited on a changing table.

 

The demoness was a surprising expert at changing an infant’s diaper as she played games with each of her claws on all four paws, all while somehow wiping the shit off her ass, the piss close to her princess parts (which, to Violet’s infinite disappointment, didn’t stir a bit; she figured that since babies obviously had no sex drive, she now did not), powdering her, putting a really thick diaper on her that pushed her legs wide apart, while threading the tail through the hole.

 

Then she was completely swaddled in a pink blanket like an infant girl, as the demoness said, “Now, I’ve got a fair few other charges, but I figure it’s time for you to meet a friend who can introduce you to your new life, or afterlife.” The fanged grin from the adult demoness wolf’s mouth was somehow both nurturing and yet had a bit of intimidation that all but said, word for word, “You do not want to experience worse than this, trust me.”

 

Violet could only babble and drool more, her dead limbs making it impossible to get out of the swaddling blankets, as she was put in what seemed like an incubator with a Canadian lynx right at her age in a similar situation in the incubator.

 

“So, you’re the new Sunshine,” the lynx said in an infantile babble that somehow sounded like plain English, and the wolf could tell that the cat would’ve sighed, had her baby body been able to express it. “Princess Daisy Shang, or…rather, former princess. Just call me ‘Daisy’, please.”

 

Violet hadn’t read many history or mythology books, but even she knew the ancient lynx princess from the fairy tales, how she had murdered her husband before drinking poison.

 

“Huh. So, you’re real, and you ended up here,” the wolf grumbled. “Violet Valencia Bailey.” She didn’t know why she stated her full name, but Hell had already subverted her expectations up to this point.

 

“It’s really not that bad, VV,” Daisy said, and Violet was a bit miffed that the stupid baby name was being used by her…well, peer. “I get to be cared for like an infant in every way, get pampered and such, and I haven’t lost my mind like all of the other drooling infants here, and I’ve finally got a friend who might get me.”

 

“What do you mean?” The red wolf was confused.

 

“Duchess Astaroth seems to really like you…or really hate you, I can’t tell which. All of the other Sunshines get their minds turned to infantile mush by seeing her true form. Most of them don’t even last through the first morning milk; you’re probably the first animal in about two centuries who got through it with your mind intact. She went into her your-species-mommy form instead of her true apathetic demonic form, which drives people insane. And she’s allowed you to keep your adult mind for now. Don’t let your new language fool you; she can understand every word we say.”

 

“Is there-”

 

“Any way out? Don’t think of it like that; this is our final punishment - and yes, adults forced into newborn form is one of the worst I can think of; the boredom makes a lot go insane, but they’re still aware of every moment. Aside from the conversations I’ve had with the few Sunshines like you who made it past the first milk, I’ve had nothing. But hey, even Hell doesn’t have to be too bad. We’re not being tortured by Satan or one of his underlings. That’s a good thing.”

 

“I’m a fucking infant in every way, and I was independent in every way. My husband trapped me already, and this is just like-”

 

“And he’s likely here getting his just desserts from Satan or, more likely, an underling. You aren’t the first one to kill a horrifically abusive spouse.”

 

Violet looked at Daisy curiously. “You mean-”

 

“Yep, yours truly had a husband who would hit her in her stomach to miscarry both times.” Daisy’s voice was shockingly nonchalant as she said it. “Bet your mythology books don’t teach you that, do they?”

 

“Then why-”

 

“Was I the first Sunshine? Because I was immature about it. Because I was a brat who killed my lover and then myself with a kid inside me. There’s male Sunshines that are here as well, but Heaven and Hell save a particular punishment for the women who kill themselves with a fetus inside them; Heaven feels like the baby should’ve gotten a chance to live, and Hell doesn't argue the point.”

 

“And that’s fucked in every way!” Violet screamed. “You mean to tell me Heaven cares more about a clump of fucking cells than an actually abused animal?! An animal who only got those clumps of fucking cells by being raped and molested her whole life?!”

 

“I’m not saying it’s fair; I bet Heaven’s very lonely up there,” Daisy said with a sigh. “But the afterlife isn’t supposed to be fair, much like life as a whole is unfair. Depends on what you want from it. Where did you believe you were going?”

 

“Atheist. Didn’t even believe I was going anywhere.”

 

“Please don’t lie.” The lynx’s annoyed growl startled the wolf, causing her to wet her thick diaper a bit. “If you wanted nothingness, you’d get it. Forever. Absolutely nothing. If you believed in a religion with reincarnation, depending on how bad or good you are, you’d get either Hell or a forever meaningless cycle with no memories of anything you ever did until you eventually mess up and lose sentience because of it. No, you believed in a god, but you thought that god was a hateful jerk like I did with my own god. That’s why you ended up here.”

 

Violet growled back, “I don’t believe in a god. Didn’t believe in Heaven or Hell, but obviously, they exist to screw people like us!”

 

“You got it in a nutshell.” Violet inclined her head as much as she could with the lynx’s cold words. “You only get the one chance at life to make something positive of yours. We didn’t. That’s why we’re here.”

 

“And I would’ve had that chance!” The wolf was sobbing. “I would’ve…had Dirk not, had Daddy not…” Memories of the orangutan advancing on her while she begged him not to, her father telling her to be a good girl and be quiet as he-

 

“You’re not the only one with a well of sorrow,” Daisy said bluntly. “It’s just that there’s no point of having one in Hell - and the sooner you realize that, maybe, for the first time in the longest while, I might actually get someone permanent to talk to instead of a drooling newborn with a broken mind. By the way, you’re going to want to sleep, VV. A lot. Best way to pass the time, best way to think of yourself and what you want to be.”

 

Violet Valencia Bailey tried to keep her eyes open, but she realized…Daisy was right. Her infantile body needed sleep, and it would get it no matter what it had to do, as she closed her eyes, the last sensation in her body being a giant log and a steady stream that exited into her diaper along with her adult thoughts.

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~