Time to start migrating all my stories from FA to here, I guess. What better way to celebrate than the first story I ever wrote for furry fandom!
Starring:
Vergarde the Angel Dragon and Kanya the Sabertooth
“Aaannnndd…. done!” I took a step back from my latest creation: a shelving unit
stretching up to the ceiling, filled with all manner of board games and toys. The kid-friendly
range was quite impressive, from Legos to Thomas the Tank Engine sets, from LIFE to The
Allowance Game to Tic-Tac-Toe. I had collected them over months for this special occasion,
hiding them away from prying eyes until the moment was right. I had even sent those nosy
renters of the other half of the duplex off on a wild goose chase due to a “water leak”. My
knees were shaking, I was terrified. This wasn’t right, not really. What she wanted was
insane! I banished my fear with a muttered curse. It was for my girl, whatever she wanted.
The brassy bong of my doorbell echoed through the empty house. Oh, and would you
look at that! She was here! I raced downstairs to the door; my heart was pounding. I opened
the door to reveal Kanya, my dearest kitty-cat. A sabertooth cat, right-half grey and left-half
teal, she had a long swoop of black hair covering her left eye. Her belly and muzzle were
cream colored under her dress.
“Hey, Verdie!” she said. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress embroidered with
bright white orchids, the hem just above her knees. Underneath her dress was a pair of tight
blue jeans, stretched thin over her thick thighs. Her long and fluffy ringed tail curled around
her legs. Her voice was honey-sweet, matching bright teal eyes.
“Heya!” I hugged her tight. “C’mon, get inside!” I ushered her into my humble abode. I
grabbed the TV remote and flicked it on. “So, is there a specific show you wanted? I’ve got
every streaming service, I’ve got a few recordings, I’ve got…um…” I made the mistake of
looking at her eyes. Her smiling, kind, lively eyes, making me forget what I was saying.
“Well, I’ve got you.” I said, snatching her waist and bringing her close.
“Verdie!” she giggled, slapping my paw away. “Stoooop! We can’t just jump right into
the Netflix thing, we gotta have a snack first!” She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her
and stomping a foot. Damn, was that cute.
“Really?”
“Yeah! ‘Cuz then you’re gonna be all, ‘Oh hey, I’m hungry, I want to eat’ and I’ll be all
like, ‘Then why didn’t you eat before and-”
“Okay, okay!” That’s right. I thought. Keep her talking, let her wear herself out. “I have
a veggie tray, fruits, some charcuterie, chips-” Kanya abruptly leaned up (she’s a head
shorter than I am and much lighter) and locked me in a kiss. We embraced for a minute
before she pulled away slowly.
“Shut up, Verdie, you silly dutchie. Just eat.” So we did. For almost an hour we grazed on
chips and fruits, with a small veggie tray on the side. What she didn’t know was that each
food was specially chosen – sodas, cranberries, watermelon, celery sticks, juniper berries,
and chips treated with horsetail extract. All of these were chosen for their diuretic effects,
without being obvious like tea or coffee. I made sure to get her plenty of water too, there was
no sense in dehydration. We watched TV for hours, going on a binge of a glass-blowing
game show. I counted every hour in my head and waited until the pressure in my bladder
began. Showtime.
“Hey kitty.” I ruffled her head and gave her scritches. “I’m thirsty again. Want me to get
you something?” I could feel her heart rate start going up; not that it would remain high for
long if the plan worked. She nodded, and I silently slipped into the kitchen. Luckily, the
fridge was around the corner from the TV so she couldn’t see me pull out a small white paper
box from my cabinet and slip out the blister pack inside. The white pills were unlabeled and
as generic as could be – they could be anything from aspirin to C4. Between the TV and the
loud fridge motor, even Kanya’s enhanced hearing couldn’t catch me popping a blister and
dropping a pill into her glass before I filled it with water. The pill dissolved instantly when
the stream touched it. The water was perfectly clear afterward as well, not even a scent to tell
that anything was off. Damn. That guy wasn’t lying when he said it was undetectable. Now,
the game begins! I took the water glasses back into the living room, where Kanya was laying
down across the whole couch.
“Hey! That’s my spot!” I told her.
“And it was warm. Suck my ass.” She sat up and accepted her glass. She sipped from it
slowly. “I gotta go, I’ll be right back.” Oh, hell no!
“Finish your water first, don’t waste the trip.” She paused and thought for a moment. It
must not have been urgent (yet) because she sat back down and drank again. Soon she was
leaning against me, her glass forgotten. Her breathing and heartbeat slowed, the drug taking
effect. Her subtle twitches lost strength; even if she could tell there was something wrong
there was nothing she could do about it. Twenty minutes later, she was practically asleep. I
rolled her off her throne on my shoulder. As much as I loved her nuzzling my neck fluff, this
next part was going to be actual work. She rolled off my neck, her head landing face down in
my lap.
“Dammit. Roll over.” I groaned as I rolled her face-up. Her eyes flitted back and forth
rapidly. “Oh, that’s right. You’re still conscious. Perfect.” Even though her heartrate and
breathing didn’t speed up, my empathic abilities told me all I needed to know – I could see
raw terror.
“Now, kitten, this is how it goes. I am Master, I am God. When you disobey me, this is
what happens.” I hauled the sabertooth’s light body over my knee, her rump pointing up in
the air. “We have rules in this house, little slave, and you seem to have broken the first one.
Pants are for big girls.” I pulled up the dress and reached around to her front. I lopped off the
button with my claws and unzipped her jeans. I could feel fluctuations in her emotions, the
battle between pleasure and terror. I wondered briefly about why she fanaticized about this.
No more hesitation - I seized my moment, yanking her pants down to her ankles, exposing
black panties. I raised a paw high.
SMACK!!
Her ass quivered from the blow, my paw leaving a deep depression in her teal fur. “You
violated my trust, slave.”
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
“Don’t worry about the tenants. I sent them away – a water leak, you understand. It’s just
you and me, an owner and his disobedient slave.”
SMACK!!
“Your body doesn’t move. You know why? Because it is mine. Because you are mine. I
will not tolerate your dissent any longer, creature.”
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
Her ass glowed bright red, her fur matted into pawprints. “Now, slave, we go to my
favorite part.” I heaved my little kitty-slave over my shoulder and hauled her up the stairs. I
could feel the sloshing liquid in her bladder against my shoulder. This step had to be quick –
the dealer said the drug was a muscle relaxant, and if I wasn’t careful I could ruin my outfit
(or worse, Kanya ruins both). When we reached the top, I pulled her pants off entirely. I
carried her into the open room where I had set up the bookshelves.
Bookshelves weren’t the only furniture, however. The walls were bright yellow and red,
painted with murals of little animals playing with baby toys. There was a changing table with
many cabinets in one corner, complete with a full stock of pink and green diapers; the table
also had leather limb restraints and a pacifier gag for those pesky struggling littles. The
adjacent corner was hemmed in by the mesh walls of a playpen filled with oversized baby
toys. The walls were bolted into the floor to prevent rowdy littles from knocking them over.
A plasma screen TV dominated the wall opposite the changing table. A massive plush
version of a feral me sat in front of the TV. The back end of the plush was motorized under
the stuffing, for more…risqué activities.
I popped Kanya down on the changing table, peeling off her dress to show her black
lingerie. I tossed the dress into the integrated trash can.
“Tsk tsk tsk tsk, little slave, who told you that you could dress yourself? Look at you,
trying to be big. It would be charming if it weren’t so pathetic.” Kanya’s eyes tracked my
claws when I sliced open her bra and panties, pulling them off with a delicate touch. Her
naked body was so clean, so beautiful.
I got out powder, a bright pink diaper decorated with cartoon dragons, and a white bullet
vibrator. Dousing her privates with powder and slipping the diaper under her, I chastised her
for daring to go without a diaper. After all, what would happen if my little slave had an
accident? I taped the vibrator over her clit with medical tape. Her eyes widened, and I could
feel pleasure overcome her fear entirely. I shook my head slightly and drew a butt plug from
the cabinet. It was shaped like a dragon’s egg on a plinth, colored purple and white like my
own fur.
“I’m not going to have any messy diapers on my paws, little diaper slave. You want to be
messy? Do it on your own time – I control your body now and I say no messes.” The plug
was already lubed up, and it slipped easily into Kanya’s ass. Her pussy leaked sweet-smelling
juices when the plug reached its length.
“Oh, come on little kitty. I haven’t even turned them on yet. Or is my slave just soooo
horny that she can’t wait to be diapered?” Taping her up was a cinch, and I blew a raspberry
into her stomach. Her breathing started to quicken again – the drug was wearing off! I
whipped out my phone and opened the vibrator’s Bluetooth app. Kanya moaned softly and
her head rocked a little. I flicked the vibrator to half-power. Kanya’s eyes shot around her
skull, purring and moaning in the same short breaths. Her paws twitched with pleasure. Now
for the fun part! The vibrator went up all the way, and I even turned the plug on for good
measure. There was a sharp hiss, the pink diaper bloating and turning slightly yellow. Kanya
groaned, her mind an aetheric vortex of indulgence.
“Oh, my dearest slave, what have you done to your diapers? I just changed you!” Her
eyebrows moved, like she wanted to frown or look angry through the loosening paralytic.
“You’re a diaper slave that wets her diapers as soon as she’s wearing them. You love your
soggy pampers, don’t you?” I pressed a paw firmly on the front of her flooded padding,
pressing it against the powerful vibrator. I could barely feel it through the soaked diaper, but
I was sure that she could. She lifted a weak arm to scrabble at my paw to no avail. I knew
what I had to do next. I buckled her arms, legs, and head to the changing table and propped
her head up on a conveniently placed pillow.
“Now, my little thing, we are going to get you conditioned. Relax, and obey. At the end, I
might give you a change!” My foot-paw pressed a button hidden under the table with a loud
click. I could see myself silhouetted by bright light projected on the wall; I left in a hurry.
Racing from the room, I dug around in my bedroom drawers desperately for earmuffs. I
made haste to put them on, as well as a set of sunglasses. Thus armored, I could walk around
the nursery room without being affected by my own hypnosis file. When I walked back into
the nursery, Kanya was still strapped to the table, her limbs straining against the leather
restraints. Damn! The drugs wore off already. I could see her mouthing words, probably
trying to scream for help or something over the video. Her eyes were wild, but she couldn’t
seem to close them – that meant the hypnosis was working, however slowly. I noticed her left
paw reaching for her diaper, but I couldn’t tell if it was to take it off or to masturbate. She
looked at me standing in the entrance, frowning deeply and opening her mouth to scream at
me. She lashed and fought through the fugue state of hypnosis. I figured her ‘screaming’ was
a part of the game, or at least that’s what she had told me during the planning.
Such a silly, soggy kitty. I left her to her crinkly fate. I had to use the bathroom myself.
Desperately.
Having not taken muscle relaxants like my slave, my bladder was screaming in
protest. I had to make it, I had to – but I didn’t. For almost a full minute, I kneeled on the
floor just outside the upstairs bathroom with urine pouring from my waist. This was horrible!
“Oh, no no no…” I pulled my pants off and examined the damage. My floor was all stone
tile, so it would be easy to clean up, but the emotional damage was substantial. I chuckled
dryly to myself. “Damn, seems like Master needs his baby diapers too, huh.” A shower was
needed. I cleaned my fur with extreme prejudice, taking my time. Kanya needed a long time
to calm down and accept her new triggers. The file I had set up was a loop, meant to wear
down the defenses of its subject until the triggers were implanted so deep only I could get
them out. I reflected on the whole ordeal while I massaged shampoo into my fur. This is what
Kanya wanted, this whole thing was her idea and her fantasy. We had taken weeks, weeks to
sort this whole thing out, and I had waited months before I was brave enough to act on it. She
had all these crazy ideas, wanted strange things from me. She told me she wanted to give me
a chance to perfect my ABDL hypnosis on a ‘struggling’ subject, and I took the bait. Then
why did I feel horrible? Why did this whole thing scream of entrapment? My empathic
psionics told me Kanya was enjoying herself, but what if she was lying? What if she was
damaged because of me? I couldn’t handle this, what was I thinking!
Hell, what was I thinking?? Kanya was in the other room, surely the hypnosis got to her
by now! I hurried to dry off and get clothed, before putting my protection back on and
journeying once more into the nursery. I found Kanya still propped up on the pillow, her
mouth open and drooling. While I couldn’t hear her, I could only assume it was babble until I
told her otherwise. I turned off the TV with the same hidden button and took off my gear.
Time to see if it all came together.
“Kanya? Can you hear me?” She babbled incoherently and nodded. “Good. You can
speak like a grown-up, but only to say the words, ‘I’m your baby slave’ and ‘Yes, Master.’
Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What are you?”
“I’m your baby slave.” I unbound my little baby slave.
“And what do little baby slaves do to their diapers?” Kanya made a raspberry with her
paws and squished back and forth on her soggy rump.
“Such a good girl! Let’s get you changed!”
A few hours later, and I would set my little baby slave ‘free’. The drugs would allow her
to never know what exactly went down – and the triggers were set. With a simple phrase only
I knew, Kanya could dissolve into a diaper slave that loved soaking her diapers and rubbing
her clit, but only with Master’s permission. Was it wrong? Probably. But damn, was it erotic.
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