Published: February 4th 2022, 6:03:24 pm
Pt. 1+2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7
I sat on the grass and waited for Berenger to return while Lissenger had an eye on me. Daddy was distracted, being congratulated by all his brothers, I assumed, but I didn't think it mattered much. Here I was on a planet who knows how far away from home, surrounded by giants that could easily outrun me. If anyone thought I was going to try and run off, they were seriously underestimating my intelligence.
"So... uh... human," said Lissenger, clearly unsure of what to do. He began rapidly speaking to himself "Uhh.. what am I supposed to do here? I've never raised any young... hmm..."
"Uh, Human. Are you intelligent?"
I looked at him for a few seconds, and he watched me with curious eyes until I nodded. He smiled.
"Oh, that's good. It means you could become like us one day..."
I cocked my head, and he seemed to understand the meaning.
"Oh! Well, my brother's and I aren't related by blood you know, we-"
"I'm back!" said Berenger, who returned with the two blue helpers carrying changing supplies.
I looked around and realized there wasn't really any private place to change me. I shook my head and whined into my pacifier, pointing to the other side of the tree, but Berenger was already laying down a sort of blanket on the ground, and I knew that wasn't in the cards. What was in the cards was yet another embarrassing addition to my already abysmal record as ambassador of all humans.
"Down we go," said the stocky, badger-like creature while the two blue otters and the green skunk-thing looked on. I couldn't have made this up if I tried, and for a brief moment, I thought that maybe this really was all a dream. But the cold wipes brought me back to reality as Berenger pulled down the front of my diaper without any warning or countdown whatsoever, and began to wipe me down. The whole time, he kept that softer, gentler look on his face, not that I could appreciate it much. Not with all the eyes on me.
The two otters leaned in like they were studying how to do it, and Lissenger said, "This will be recorded for the archives. We can learn a lot about humans from this. Could be a whole new market for them. He seems intelligent, so I told him he might become one of us someday."
"He's a male," said Berenger, taking a moment to examine my caged member and balls. "He definitely can."
I squirmed as he casually moved my bits about. It was so embarrassing, and I was still so needy. And of course it was the perfect time for others to notice and begin to crowd around.
"Look!" said the tall thin weasel creature I had noticed earlier. "Berenger's changing Spot's diaper!"
"Spot?"
"Spot!"
"Spot."
A chorus of curious murmurs went through the group as I heard my new name, 'Spot' being repeated by the others. And just like a tour group, everyone came up to look, even the oldest one of all, the one they called Father.
"Let me see!"
"Hey, Berenger, don't finish yet, I wanna see what he looks like!"
"Yeah, bring that diaper down. And are those nipples?"
I buried my face in my hands while Berenger began the whole examination over again. Great. Now we had a bigger audience. If this was going to be a regular occurence, my new life was going to be even harder to get used to.
Still, no one was laughing, they were just curious. It was almost like that feeling of being naked in the doctor's office. I felt vulnerable being examined, but at least I wasn't being made fun of.
"Alright, enough of that," said Master. "Unless you want to get sprayed."
"He can spray?!" asked Lissenger, grabbing his own tail.
"Not like that, big brother," said Daddy, smirking.
Mercifully, I felt the warm furry paw let go and the front of my waddle-thick diapers was taped into place.
"I think my pet needs a rest now," said Daddy. "Please excuse us. Good noontide to you all..."
So, we left, though not before everyone got to touch me, giving me a pet, or a crinkly pat on the padded rump.
"Welcome Spot!"
"Welcome!"
"Welcome to our family."
The eldest put his thumb on my forehead and I saw a burst of light from above me. I knew then that I had been marked in some way. What had he done up there?
Daddy seemed very pleased. He was smiling as he carried me to the saucer, and so were the helpers, who managed to peek around him and smile down at me as he hurried me off to our saucer-limo.
"Yes, you were a good boy," he said, as I pointed to my pacifier.
I rested my head back, frustrated. That's not what I was asking. I was asking him to take the pacifier out. As I was once again carefully strapped into the elaborate car seat, I hoped that I wouldn't be kept this way all the time. I resolved to be a good boy as much as possible. Maybe Daddy would give me back some of my freedoms if I did that.