Published: February 25th 2022, 8:54:05 am
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A Beringas dinner was quite a rowdy affair. There was laughter, fighting, singing, and every time Daddy turned his back, one of his relatives would take the opportunity to either pop out my pacifier and pour some beer down my gullet or see if they could get me to cum again by rubbing my padding.
After many more enthusiastic (and completely unnecessary) diaper changes that night, Daddy bid them all a good eventide to put the pet to bed, and I finally got to go back to my nursery to enjoy some peace. I was rolled away in my stroller, my stomach heavy with ale, and my balls much lighter. Of course, everyone had to pet their favorite new pet on the way out, and a chorus of waves and farewells rang through the air even after I disappeared from view into the cool purple night.
I could smell the ale on my breath as the cool air hit us. Creatures like fireflies flitted through the air as I was pushed over the grounds for a nice evening stroll with Daddy, Laffy, and Maffy talking softly behind me. Despite all the attention, the petting, the groping, and the ale, I had managed to listen to some of the things my new brethren had talked about. Adding what I gathered at the feasting hall, and what tidbits I had picked up here and there since my abduction, I now understood several things about my new captors, or 'benefactors' depending on your point of view, and the world they lived in.
The Beringas clan.
On the surface, they looked like a bunch of big, friendly, green-furred mustelids of various types. An excitable skunk, a fierce badger, my Goofy marten Daddy, The fatherly bear-weasel, and the rest. Yet, despite their appearance, each one was as sharp and battle-ready as they ever were. Even though they hadn't needed to get their own paws dirty in a battle for several millennia, they constantly kept their skills honed to a razor's edge with regular training.
One would be a fool to underestimate them, and some had - to their detriment. At dinner, they sang merry songs about casually chopping the heads off of surprised assassins who had made that very mistake. And I imagined many had tried. From what Nyctos said, the Beringas clan was close to power. As close, perhaps, as any family could get on a planet where power was supposedly divided among ten thousand great walled houses. Apparently power on a planet with near unlimited resources came with a price. But I had to wonder... if all the families on this planet were so wealthy for so many millenia... What was their source of income now? And what was my place in the whole picture?
Well, for starters, I could tell that only males existed here - at least in the Beringas clan. It appeared to be their form of population control, and so of course their pets had to be male too. Even Nycto's pet had been a male. As Daddy and his brothers had said, that meant I could be made into one of them. Eventually. If they wanted to. But it appeared that Daddy liked me as I was, and really, I was fine staying human. It was the whole rest of my situation that earned my consternation. It was this whole system of ownership, of taking whatever you wanted because you could. It was this whole hunting pets for prestige thing and... hadn't Daddy said something about earth being unharvested? And that I was the first? That sounded ominous.
And of course there was the preposterous situation I found myself in right here. Diapered, helpless even now as I was pushed back toward my comfortable, fun, secure, and inescapable nursery. Heck, I couldn't even take off my diapers on my own anymore thanks to their fancy alien technology. This was, frankly, the fantasy I had always dreamed of, and what a foolish dreamer I had been.
Saying you need to be kept in diapers as a full time baby sounds good until you get your rocks off, but actually living it was much more dubious. But that's exactly what Daddy happened to hear from my lips before snatching me up into the sky. Me and my big mouth. Then again, after meeting Princess, Nyctos's pampered feline, I thought that perhaps I would have ended up in diapers either way.
My dark thoughts went on pause when we were finally back in my nursery. I was done thinking. I was just exhausted, and ready to call it a night.
"Well, little one," said Daddy, smiling down at me as he unstrapped me from my stroller. "You've had quite a day. I don't think we need to give you another diaper change before bed, do you?"
I shook my head, sleepily.
"Good. And I'll forego your rubbies and let your little bits have a rest as well." I felt relieved at that, and smiled. "I'll let the boys put you to bed. If you want to stay up a little later with them, that's fine but don't forget, you are still recovering, my pet." He tweaked my pacifier and ruffled my hair before turning to the two otters, who stood at attention once more.
"I trust you have this handled. Remember, you must never allow him to wander off on his own. For his own sake. The poor thing was terrified in the market today. Look after my pet while I'm away, you two. I'm counting on you."
"We shall guard him with our lives, sir," said the otters, in unison. I still hadn't gotten used to the disconcerting effect of them doing that.
After Daddy left, I pointed at my pacifier, and the two otters grinned at each other.
"Gee, I don't know, Maffy, should we let him talk?"
"Gosh Laffy, that's a tough one. He's so much quieter when he's got that pacifier in. Probably better behaved too."
They began to giggle behind their paws as I got more and more huffy, stomping my feet and crossing my arms in indignation.
"Oh, alright," said Laffy, finally reaching out and pulling the binky free.
I rubbed my jaw and glared at them both.
"Don't you have to go back to your rooms?" I asked, fully expecting that I would be spending a lonely night alone in my crib.
"Nope. This is our room now. We're to keep you company full time. The family has decided!"
I stepped back, my eyes going wide. "W-wow, really?"
"Yeah! I know! We didn't expect it either!" said Maffy, holding up his paws and shrugging.
"It's great news!" laughed Laffy, throwing up his arms in celebration. "We get to spend more time with our favorite buddy! Guess we'd better get diapered too, then."
I narrowed my eyes at the excited wagging otts as they hurried to grab up some diapers of their own. I was beginning to suspect that Laffy and Maffy liked diapers too.
"Don't tell me you want to wear diapers," I said, beginning to grin. The otters stood there, diapers in hand, looking scandalized. They immediately began clutching their proverbial pearls.
"Well, we were just doing it to make ya feel better!"
"Yeah so you wouldn't be the only one!"
"Oh really?" I said, crossing my arms. Then why are your rudders wagging so hard?
I could see their ears growing red and I knew I was onto something.
"Well, his rudder might be wagging. He likes 'em more," said Laffy.
"No, he likes em more!" huffed Maffy.
Laffy and Maffy began play fighting like little otter pups. Wrestling and bopping each other with diapers before descending into a fit of giggles as they pulled me into the fray. Satisfied that they had each won the nonexistent argument, they diapered each other up, and hurried me over to watch some cartoons before lights out.
"Hey, you two never answered my question," I said.
"Gee, Laffy, I think it may have been a mistake to take that pacifier out after all. You still have it nearby?"
"N-now hey, you two!" I said. "I was just asking because I'm new here. You know? I mean, I don't even understand if you are pets too, or what? I thought maybe you had to wear them like me..." I was spinning bullshit as fast as I could, and it seemed to be working, because they paused and looked at each other.
Then, they burst out laughing.
"Pets? Us?" Laffy was leaning on Maffy to keep from falling over, and I was beginning to think I should feel insulted when finally, he elaborated. "Oh, no, no. We're not pets. Servants, yes, but not pets."
"There's a difference?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We're full citizens of homeworld just as our Master is, we simply came from other circumstances," said Maffy, turning his nose up slightly.
"What my proud brother means is... there are levels here on homeworld, you see... even among the great houses, which ours is not. My brother and I entered into servitude to the Beringas clan voluntarily so that we may one day become members ourselves."
I don't know what I expected, if I expected any answer at all, but I definitely didn't expect that. "Voluntary servitude... so you're like... indentured servants?"
"Yeah, something like that," said Maffy, waving his hand. "I don't know if it translates perfectly. They're basically our cousins, so we were permitted the honor of serving them. We serve the Beringas clan with pride."
"Yes! Much pride!" chimed in Laffy, puffing out his chest and making a loud crinkle. I laughed into my hand at the image of the 8 foot tall otter posing majestically in a big poofy diaper.
"You two are very silly," I said.
"So are you, crinklebutt," said Laffy, grinning. "Come on Maffy. Let's get him! We'll show you what happens when you laugh at the Laffy brothers!"
"I got his arms! Tickle away, o younger member of the Maffy brothers!"
"Nohohoho!" I said, already giggling uncontrollably. All I can say is there was no mercy that night, not from the otters, or the Ale that flowed right through me as they tickled the daylights out of me. It was fortunate that I was well padded, and even then, I ended up leaking and having to be changed yet again by my alien caretakers. It was a little weird to think that I had gone over a day without removing my own diaper.
"Such a super soaker. We're gonna hafta double you up for bed, aren't we?" smirked Maffy.
"We'll make my special superstack. It's unsoakable!" exclaimed Laffy, running to grab some stuffers.
As I ended the day in my crib, tucked between two luxuriously soft balls of blue fur and wearing a diaper so thick I was basically in a cast, I had to wonder if my life had really gotten worse. Somehow, it didn't seem as dire as it did when I first found myself alone on that ship, hurtling toward a destination unknown. Was it crazy to think that maybe part of me was glad I had been taken on this fantastic journey? Was it... bad?
I frowned, feeling as if I was betraying bret, but then I fingered the tag on my collar. I was Daddy's now. And I told myself something that made me feel better. That for Bret's sake, perhaps humanity's... it would be best if they were forgotten...