Published: February 3rd 2022, 10:01:47 pm
Pt. 1+2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6
Banding? Images of gelding horses and steers briefly came to mind, before I shook them off. They weren't going to do that to me were they? Daddy had said castration was an option and I shuddered at the thought... I wanted to ask, but the pacifier in my mouth wouldn't let me speak a word. I began to suck it for comfort, as the two excited creatures helped me up and out of the vehicle.
My immediate concern was just how difficult to move it was in my totally oversaturated diaper. I had seen pictures of people wearing two, three, even four diapers stacked together and soaked, and that's what I seemed to have going on now. The thick heavy mass was weighing me down and forcing my legs apart into an impossible waddle as they helped me out of the chair, each holding me under an arm, guiding me out of the car and over the grass like an infant who was just learning to walk.
I wanted to hide behind the saucer. I didn't want this to be my introduction to the creatures of this planet, and I certainly didn't want to have anything to do with 'The Banding', whatever that meant. And yet the two tall creatures clearly were set on carrying out Daddy's orders. Likewise, I made no attempt to resist, much too worried about falling flat on my face, or my squishy butt to comprehend even waddling away. Some ambassador I was turning out to be.
The moment we rounded the saucer in view of the tree, the blue-furred attendants straightened up and took on a more serious expression.
"There he is," chittered Daddy, pointing in my direction. Much like on the ship, I was subjected to the curious stares of the whole group of fuzzy giants. Not ridicule or disdain - for they really had no expectations of what a human should look like - just open curiosity and interest. You could hear a pin drop as I was led closer.
"Everyone, this is Spot."
"Spot," said a tall thin creature that resembled a green weasel.
"Spot," said the large, bearish one that Daddy had greeted first.
"Spot."
"Spot."
"Spot."
The others all echoed this name, as if trying it out for flavor. I noticed that they all looked different. Different sizes and shapes. Different patterns and markings on their fur. The largest had enough bands to look like a zebra.
"I found him on a small planet in sector omilon," Daddy announced.
"Omilon?" said a badger-like creature with a few thick stripes of light and dark fur on his left arm. "That's unexplored territory!"
There was a murmur of quiet chitters among the group that my translator had difficulty parsing. However, I gathered that several of them were impressed. The badger, however, crossed arms and looked sternly at Master.
"That's very dangerous, little brother. You should not have gone on your own."
"I went most of the way on the transport carrier. Only the last few parquamsecs were by personal transport."
"Still," said the badger, shaking his head. "If you had encountered something dangerous..."
"He was just exploring, Berenger, let it go," said another creature, one that looked like a green skunk, but with bands of light and dark fur around his right thigh and left arm. "I'm sure he followed all the protocols, isn't that right, ********?"
Master nodded with his gaze fixed downward toward the grass. The Badger rolled his eyes looking unconvinced, but the skunk returned the nod.
"You see? He's just young. Let him have his adventures. You've had more than your fair share yourself, brother."
The badger snort-huffed through his nose.
"Now who's acting immature?" said the skunk.
"That's quite enough," said the portly Bear-Weasel, easily the largest of the creatures in the group. He spoke in a gente churr as he sat against the trunk of the large tree, but the moment he spoke, the bickering brothers went silent. "So let's see it, then. Spot. Bring him to me," he held out to furry paws and beckoned me forth. Daddy practically jumped at the chance, and picked me up, foregoing the need to walk my soggy butt over there.
The large Bweasel had an open, friendly face, and he was absolutely covered in rings and bands of color - Green, obviously, but also blue, white, and teal.
"He's called a human," said Master. "This one is full-grown but went by the title of 'little boy' on his homeworld. Apparently 'little boys' need to wear and make stickies in their diapers."
There was more murmuring from the others, and the large creature chuckled and smiled down at me, lifting me up under the arms with both paws.
"Aww... What a treasure," he said. His hands were so soft and warm, and his voice was so soothing, yet he could pick me up like a paperweight. "Oh, he's changing color. Is that normal, young one?"
"It's completely normal, Father. It seems to indicate..." Master chittered to himself for a few seconds as he searched for the words, "...embarrassment."
"I see," said the large creature, looking at me curiously. "A very special pet indeed, young one. We welcome Spot to our family."
"Hear hear!" called the others. I looked over my shoulder at Master, who was wearing a proud smile on his face. I felt so small in this big creature's hands, and perhaps even more embarrassed than if they had all openly mocked me. But what was there to mock? I was simply a diapered alien pet to them, and I wasn't ever expected to be anything more.
The large creature handed me off to Daddy, who handed me off to the large, gruff brother Berenger. The badger creature looked down at me in surprise, his eyebrows raised, clearly not expecting to be the one to hold me while Master approached the elder creature.
"You have gone out into wild space. You've gotten your first pet. Are you ready for what comes next?"
Master nodded, his face now serious and unflinching.
"Everyone. Our youngest has reached maturity. ********* will now accept his first band."
Master held his left arm out, and the larger creature encircled his upper bicep just below the shoulder. The larger bweasel smiled, as the fur under his palms began to glow. When he took his paws away, a single band of white fur had appeared on Master's arm.
The group cheered, several clamoring to put their paws on Daddy and congratulate him. I looked around to see that they all had at least one band of color somewhere on their body. The bickering brothers had three each, while some had as many as a dozen or more ringing their tails, arms, legs, snouts, necks. Some even wore theirs around individual digits, like rings. I looked up at the Berenger, whose expression had softened, and he began to bounce me lightly.
"Don't go stealing him away from little brother, now," said the skunk with a lopsided grin. Berenger's arms tightened around me, defensively, his eyebrows going up in shock, then down in consternation.
"I would never," he began, but then he noticed his brother chuckling. "Lissenger! That's not funny."
"I'm just teasing you, brother," said Lissenger.
"I'll show you teas-"
"Uh oh!" the skunk pointed out, interrupting his stockier brother. "Looks like your charge has sprung a leak!"
"He what? Oh, no..." said Berenger, holding me out at arms length, and then followed the drizzle from my diaper to the grass with his eyes. He looked at me. "Oh, boy. Looks like the roughhousing had better wait. You got off easy this time, Lessenger," he said, nodding his chin out toward his brother before lowering me gently to the grass.
"Sit," he said. "Stay."
I looked up at him and resisted the urge to pull a face. What else did he expect me to do?