Published: March 4th 2022, 11:16:22 pm
Note: I'll be switching to the next free-write series after tomorrow. I want to update some other series (such as diaper factory and others) and maybe try a few new things too. Keep an eye out for the all-patron poll to help me decide what's next!
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"Shhh, not so loud," growled the cat. "I'm not really allowed to."
"Oh," I said, eyeing the two giant creatures nearby. "That bad, huh?"
"Worse." He grumbled.
We both looked down at our silly baby clothing, and the big diaper bulges beneath it, then looked back up at each other. After a few awkward seconds, I rolled my eyes and Princess did the same, giving an exaggerated sigh. No point in feeling embarrassed around a fellow pet, I thought, and I felt a bit less awkward.
"Listen," I said, picking up some oversized blocks and pretending to play with them. "I'm sorry to skip past the introductions, but I need to know something about your master."
Princess looked at me expectantly, a wary expression on her face.
"Is he willing to make a deal? I want to get home."
Princess let out a loud laugh, causing our caretakers to perk up their ears and look our way. She quickly covered her mouth, ears folder back in what I ascertained was her species' equivalent of a blush.
"...Uh, was that a yes or a no," I asked, after a few more minutes. We had moved on to playing with the bick stackable bricks in the far corner of the playpen, now facing away from our Daddies.
"Everybody wants to get home," he snorted. "But never have I heard such a foolhardy suggestion from another pet. You can't make deals with bigs."
"Bigs?"
"The ones that baby us," he said simply.
"Oh. Right. Well, your Daddy told me some information at the market, so I know he knows, I'm not just some dumb pet. I thought maybe..."
"Don't think," he said, with a sardonic grin. "It's best that way."
"But don't you want to go home?" I asked, picking up a plush doll and making it ride on my big brick block train. I was actually starting to get into this play, and it took me a few seconds to look up at Princess for her answer. "Don't you?"
Princess stared down at the toys and folded her ears back.
"No. My disgrace is total. I doubt they'd want me back even if I could go"
"I'm sorry," I said, after a few more moments. I hesitantly reached out to comfort the poor creature. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't...."
"I was a prince, you know," the cat suddenly blurted out, looking up at me, now. "Dressing up like this was... my guilty pleasure. Little did I know that our first intergalactic trading partner was watching me..."
A few more seconds of silence. "I..." I began, before being interrupted again as Princess spoke up, seeming to be compelled to get it off her chest.
"He sussed me out, and when he discreetly offered to baby me, how could I resist? Next thing I knew, my image was being broadcast on every screen. They had hijacked every information stream on the planet. I was shown off and made a laughing stock to my own people by Daddy, who then took advantage of the blow to the ruling government's credibility, seizing continental boatloads of my people while they were busy laughing at my expense."
"I'm... I'm so sorry... is your planet..."
Princess shook her head.
"I don't know... I don't know... I think the Ailurians leave them alone for the most part... unless they need more commodities..."
"Commodities?"
"We've become a hot commodity in the high-end pet market. Plenty intelligent and also very expressive, which is an attractive trait to bigs - for various reasons. I don't see many of my kind, which is a relief since they hate my guts."
"It wasn't your fault," I said, quietly. "You were tricked..."
"Well," said Princess, shaking off the cloudy demeanor she had taken on. "You had better be careful around the bigs if you want to avoid the same happening to your people. And your Daddy had better be careful of mine. Who do you think was responsible for the Equus expulsion?"
My eyes went wide at that.
"B-but surely... I'm sure Daddy knows how to handle himself... there's no way that he'd fall for... I mean..."
"Oh I don't know about that," said Sissy, looking over to the two of them.
"What do you mean?" I said, following his gaze. The two of them were laughing, now.
"I can't say," said Princess, "I don't want to get in trouble.."
"I understand," I admitted, blushing as I felt the back of my legs getting wet from another hot flood. "Neither do I."
A few more moments of silence, save for the click clack of blocks being fitted together. I squirmed, the warmth of the waterlogged diaper pressing against my bits and threatening to leave a puddle on the white playpen mat.
"The most insidious thing is, I like it...," Princess, whispered. "Like, a lot. It's my dream come true, but... Doesn't that make me a bad person?"
I thought about my own situation, and how much I was coming to enjoy being Daddy's pet.
"If it does, then you're in good company, because I know exactly how you feel..."