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New Year's Eve.

A day where drinking, partying and fireworks ruled the night. Regardless of nation, race or even species. Which is how a young Velociraptor found himself standing in front of someone's house at 10 PM with a set of saddlebags containing a variety of liquor...all in convenient two ounce travel sizes.

He sniffed the air. The scent of vehicle exhaust, winter air, wood smoke, alcohol and fireworks mingled to form the fragrance of the New Year. The dinosaur fluffed out his feathers to ward off the stinging cold. Even the dog blanket he wore didn't seem to help. At the least, it concealed his diaper.

The Velociraptor_delicately rang the doorbell. He could hear footsteps coming from inside. Human? No. There was the distinct clattering cadence of claws on tile. The door opened and the small theropod found himself looking up at a _Deinonychus.

"Hey Krthi. I got the liquor," the Velociraptor said.

The _Deinonychus_chittered in approval. "Great timing Tthall!" she exclaimed. "The party's just begun!"

Tthall bounded in as his friend shut the door. He looked around the house. He could tell that the owner was Human or a medium sized Mesozoican as everything was normal sized and there were no size adaptations. The Velociraptor sniffed the air. He could smell something delicious being cooked in the kitchen. Loud laughter and excited shouts echoed from the living room. There was also the clinking of glasses.

Tthall carefully took off his saddlebags and dog blanket and passed them to his friend, revealing him to be clad in nothing more than a plain white size three Mesozoican diaper and a small pouch draped across his chest. He fluffed out his feathers as he headed over to the living room.

***

The living room was crowded with several Humans and Mesozoicans watching a live feed of the ball drop in New York City on TV. The newscaster mentioned how many people had decided to brave the winter cold and tight security just to see the ball drop in person.

"It's a fucking waste of time!" one of the Humans said as he took a pull from his bottle of beer. "Why stand in the cold without a bathroom when you can watch it from the comfort of your home?"

"Says you! I went last time and it was amazing! I mean, sure, you can see the ball drop. But nothing beats being able to buy the souvenirs, smell the food and hear the excitement!" a Troodon replied. He adjusted his position on the chair, carefully curling his tail around himself as he idly nibbled on some jerky.

"Easy for you to say, Kthas! You're wearing your bathroom!" the Human replied. He pointed to the little bit of white plastic visible underneath the _Troodon's_tail.

Kthas chittered and moved his tail, exposing his slightly wet diaper. "Yeah, so? It's not like this article of clothing is for Mesozoicans only!" he replied with a laugh.

The Human sighed and rubbed his forehead. "No. I refuse to even consider it!"

"Oh come on, Rob!" a Deinonychus said from her position on the floor in front of the television. "It's not like it's going to kill you!" She sighed softly and then winced as she felt something mushy inside her diaper. "Excuse me." She got up and headed to the bathroom, the flattened lump in the seat of her diaper evidence as to the reason for her departure.

Tthall chittered in amusement at the overheard conversation. Rob then noticed the small theropod as he stepped out onto the wooden floor of the living room.

"Hey, I thought this party was for adults? Who brought their hatchling?" Rob asked, gesturing with his beer bottle.

Tthall groaned and showed the silver ID tag he wore on a polished silver chain collar. It was a common practice for smaller Mesozoicans to wear an ID tag that identified them as adults. Even so, the ID was often overlooked.

Rob got up and looked at the tag. "Sorry, Tthal. I don't see many smaller Mesozicans around."

The _Velociraptor_sighed. "It's okay." He sat down on his pubic boot, his diaper crinkling as he did so. "Anyways, what are y'all doing?"

"Watching TV and waiting for dinner." A young woman belched as she put her can of soda down. "Anyways, the ball ain't gonna be dropping for like six hours.

Rob then turned to a familiar black box with "Cards Against Humanity" written on it and tucked into the television stand.

The woman picked up the box and opened it. "Cards Against Humanity: Mesozoica Edition anyone?"

"Sounds good!"

"I'm in!"

"Me too!"

The _Deinonychus_who had previously left to change her diaper reentered the living room. She noticed the open box and chirped in approval. "Cards Against Humanity, huh? Good choice." She sat down on her pubic boot, her flower patterned diaper crinkling as she did so and producing a burst of baby powder.

Rob grabbed the remote off the couch and shut the TV off. "Okay, according to the rules, the Card Czar is the one who pooped most recently."

Tthall felt something begin to slide out of his cloaca. He shifted slightly into a crouch and raised his tail to allow his diaper to accommodate the incoming mess. He raised his hand. He was incredibly thankful that he had worn a diaper specially designed to conceal any embarrassing odors. Of course, the bulge in the seat of his diaper wasn't so easily concealed. Of course, no one minded...not that it helped his embarrassment any.

The white cards were quickly shuffled and dealt out while Tthall shuffled the black deck. A few minutes later, everyone had their cards and Tthall had chosen a black card.

The small theropod nervously fiddled with the feathers on his arms as he looked at the two Humans. Even though they didn't seem to mind a Velociraptor with a loaded diaper in their midst, he couldn't help but think that they were grossed out. His line of thought was interrupted by the female Deinonychus putting her white card down in the reading pile.

Tthall cleared his throat, flipped over the cards and looked at them. He winced at seeing some of the incredibly vulgar but hilarious responses.

"What did Greenfield Genetics create before Mesozoicans?" He read the black card aloud.

The _Velociraptor_cleared his throat before reading out the white cards. "A cloaca for Humans. Passable transvestites. Cloacal beads. Coat hanger abortions. "

The _Deinonychus_chittered in amusement as her card was read aloud.

Tthall pointed to the young woman. "You're the next Card Czar. I had to admit, the image of Greenfield Genetics trying to genetically engineer passable transvestites made me laugh harder than it should have."

The young woman took the black card and she shuffled the white cards back into the deck as everyone else drew new white cards. She took a sip of her soda as she drew another black card.

"This is a pick two card," she said. "Today's TEDTalk with Jack Horner is 'Building blank from blank.'"

Rob stifled a giggle as he placed his two cards facedown. Tthal and the _Deinonychus_added their cards. The woman then flipped the cards over and read them aloud.

Kthas traced a claw around his muzzle as he played his cards.

"Today's TEDTalk with Jack Horner is 'Building a big black dick from a bigger, blacker dick'."

"Nice one, Tksana!" Rob exclaimed with a hearty laugh. He then turned to the woman. "Hey, Rebecca! I think you're gonna have a hard time picking the winner!"

Tksana -- the Deinonychus -- shrugged. "Those were my throwaway cards."

Rebecca flipped the middle finger to Rob before she continued reading. "Today's TEDTalk with Jack Horner is 'Building a bong from an addled Mesozoican egg'. Today's TEDTalk with Jack Horner is 'Building a micropenis from German dungeon porn'. Today's TEDTalk with Jack Horner is 'Building a cloaca from kids with ass cancer'."

The last answer got guffaws of laughter from the group. After draining the last of her soda, Rebecca finally declared Rob the winner of that round.

Rob took several deep breaths to get his laughter under control before he was able to draw a black card. "Blank. Now Raptor--" Rob had a sudden giggling fit. He took a sip of his beer to try and get his laughter under control. All that did was spew a little beer on the ground, which he wiped up with some nearby tissues. "Blank. Now Raptor Squad approved!" Rob read off the card.

He watched as the cards were placed in the middle of the pile. He whistled; this was going to be a tough one. He cleared his throat and began reading the cards aloud. "Auschwitz. Now Raptor Squad Approved! Cloacal sex. Now Raptor Squad approved! Pooping back and forth forever. Now Raptor Squad approved!" Peals of laughter erupted; indeed, Rob was barely able to contain his laughter as he read the card aloud.

The Human continued after draining his bottle of beer. "Echo rubbing one out in her diaper. Now Raptor Squad approved! This one goes to Tksana."

Tksana drew her black card and read it aloud. "The class field trip was completely ruined by blank." She took another piece of jerky from the bag and chewed on it as she watched the players put down their white cards. The _Deinonychus_fiddled with her claws as she watched Tthall look over his hand several times before he put a card down. Finally, he did so and Tksana read them aloud.

"The class field trip was completely ruined by whipping it out."

Laughter and amused chitters broke out at the hilariously disturbing mental image evoked by the card combination. When the amusement subsided, Tksana continued reading the cards.

"The class field trip was completely ruined by addling your first laid egg. The class field trip was completely ruined by a gay Utahraptor. The class field trip as completely ruined by raptor attacks." The Deinonychus rubbed her forehead with a feathered arm. "Boy, this one is tough...but I have to give it to 'a gay Utahraptor'. Who played that?"

Kthas raised his hand as he took the black card. "Does that mean I'm the card czar now?"

"Yep," Rob said as he drew a white card to replace the one he had put down.

The _Troodon_reached over to the pile and drew a black card. "You can't wait forever. It's time to talk to your doctor about blank."

Tthal chittered as he placed his card face down on the pile.

Rob smiled ever so slightly as he placed his card on the pile. When all the white cards were placed down, Kthas flipped them over and read them aloud.

"You can't wait forever. It's time to talk to your doctor about praying the gay away. You can't wait forever. It's time to talk to your doctor about having an orgy with Raptor Squad."

Tksana looked away as her feathers shrunk in slightly -- the equivalent of blushing for a Mesozoican. She shifted slightly so as to conceal her diaper and prayed that no one noticed that she was getting a bit wet under her padding.

Kthas adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable and avoid pressing his messy diaper against his rump. "You can't wait forever. It's time to talk to your doctor about a Utahraptor in a shitty diaper."

Rebecca smirked as her card was read aloud. She was almost confident that was going to win.

Kthas continued. "You can't wait forever. It's time to talk to your doctor about a sad handjob."

Laughter again erupted at the hilarious mental image that the image evoked.

It was then that dinner was announced.

"Finally," Rob said. "I'm starved." It was then that the beer he drank previously made itself known. He carefully stepped around Tthall who had chosen to remain crouched to avoid smearing the mess against his rump.

"Yeah, I should probably change first." Tthall got up and made his way to the bathroom near the foyer. A slamming door indicated that Rob had beaten him to the bathroom. Sighing, he headed to the upstairs bathroom. Fortunately, he was more than capable of leaping up the relatively low steps. If all else failed, he could ask Rebecca or Tksana to carry him up the stairs. Of course it was degrading being carried about like a hatchling but he really didn't want to sit in his poopy diaper or change himself out in the open where everyone could see -- and smell him.

***

Several minutes later, the entire group was gathered at the table. All in all, it was a roughly equal split of Mesozoicans and Humans. As a result, the dinner had an even split of meals. There were even a few meals that catered to the taste of both species. Of course, there was always that strange guest; in this case, it was a red-haired woman who seemed to have a taste for the grilled anoles.

The clinking of glasses, clatter of cutlery (and claws) against dishes took on an almost musical cadence as the dinner continued.

"So you hear about that early screenplay of Jurassic Park IV that leaked out some fifty years ago?" Rob asked.

"You mean the one with the gene engineered gun-toting raptor mercenaries?" Rebecca replied through a mouthful of meat loaf.

"Yeah."

"They're actually going to be making it. And they're currently looking for Mesozoican extras."

Krthi spoke up. "Don't they do the filming in Florida and Hawaii instead of up in Pennsylvania?" She noticed that an anole tail was still dangling from her muzzle. The Deinonychus quickly slurped it back up. No one paid any attention to the momentary lapse in manners.

Rob nodded as he helped himself to some vegetable lasagna. "Normally, yes. But they're filming some scenes here."

Tksana and Kthas both looked at each other and bobbed their heads. Their mouths were open and their faces relaxed in the distinct "Mesozoican smile".

Tthall chittered as he noticed the two pleased Mesozoicans. "And I knew it would be those two who want to try and get a role in that movie."

"Yeah!" Rebecca replied. "Ever since that Riptor costume that Tksana made, I knew that she'd try to make it in showbiz!"

Tksana shrank in on herself. "Can we not talk about that? Please?" Her voice at the end came out as a humiliating squeak. Needless to say, the other guests were looking on with positively predatory expressions as the dinner ground to a halt.

"Go on."

The guilty _Deinonychus_sighed and rubbed her muzzle. "Fine. I 'won' the award for worst costume at Comic Con last year. Which I don't think I deserved."

"Seriously, you drew patterns on your feathers with washable markers and taped blue LED light strips to your body. That's not a costume." Tthall countered as he drank some water. Roars of laughter ensued.

"I couldn't get a brown bodysuit made in time!" Tksana shook her head and sighed. "Forget this, let's just eat!"

. ***

Dessert and alcohol was soon served. Although for the Mesozoicans, seeing as they mostly lacked the ability to taste sweetness, they simply took it as an opportunity to socialize.

And drink.

Tthall was currently sipping some champagne from a shot glass. A pleasing warmth ran through his body and he could feel his muzzle heating up. He watched as Rob, who appeared to be slightly intoxicated, try to tell some hilarious anecdote...only to keep stumbling over his words. He chittered in amusement.

Krthi was slowly nursing what looked like wine glass full of champagne as she chatted with Rebecca. Unusually, for the Deinonychus she was wearing a diaper. Of course, seeing as she was somewhat intoxicated, it was a reasonable precaution in case she drank too much and lost control of her bowels. Of course, it already seemed like the alcohol had gone right through her, as the flower pattern on her diaper was already slightly faded. She sipped her beverage and adjusted her position upon noticing that Rebecca was looking a little too intently at her damp padding.

Tksana and Rob were both snuggling with each other and making out on the couch. Of course, there were a few spectators cheering them on.

Kthas was currently eating some of the rum infused cake. Of course, some of the others suspected he was more after the rum than the cake. The Troodon had his half-full glass of champagne on the end table next to the couch. He shifted a bit, his sodden diaper squishing slightly. There was a growing warmth spreading through his diaper and caressing his rump but he paid little heed as he nibbled on the cake.

"Kthas!" Rebecca shouted as she shot up from the couch. "You're leaking!"

The slightly intoxicated Troodon squeaked in surprise and shot up from the couch. He looked down and his feathers practically collapsed in on themselves as urine dripped down his legs and soaked into his feathers.

Tksana threw a wad of paper towels at the Kthas, who frantically tried to clean up his accident. If that weren't enough, the remaining tape that held on his bloated, urine soaked diaper failed and it slid down his leg, falling with an unpleasant squelching noise. Even worse was that this whole accident was his fault; he hadn't changed his diaper since he had arrived...nearly six hours ago.

"Someone go help him and get a fresh diaper so he doesn't piss all over the place!" Rebecca exclaimed as she went to go change her pants as the puddle had accidentally spread to her.

"I'll do it," Krthi said as she gently nudged Kthas, who was now holding the paper towels and used diaper in his hand.

"I'll get a mop," Tksana said. Thankfully the floors were hardwood so everything was easily cleaned up. She ducked into a closet and returned with a mop, bucket and a spray bottle of deodorizer.

. ***

Krthi shut the door to the bathroom as Kthas entered after her. The fact that there was a diaper pail and an open pack of size six Feathersoft diapers sitting on the counter indicated that at least one Mesozoican lived in this house.

"Sorry," Kthas said as he tapped his claws. His urine soaked feathers were starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

She looked over Kthas and scowled. "Seriously, you should know better than to let your diaper get so full!"

The _Troodon_watched as the Krthi's puffy diaper sagged some more as her tail lifted and she peed in her diaper again. "Your diaper looks pretty wet too."

Krthi ignored him, pulled some wipes and began none too gently wiping the urine off his feathers, rump and cloaca.

"Not a hatchling!" Kthas replied, squirming as the wipe touched his most sensitive areas.

"Well, you leaked on the floor like one!" Krthi sprinkled some baby powder on her hands and rubbed it into the Troodon's feathers and diaper area. She then pulled out a new diaper from the pack on the counter and unfolded it.

Kthas's eyes widened as he saw the magnolia flower print on the diaper. "Must I?"

"Yes." Krthi whined as the diaper was placed on his rear and the tail tapes fastened before the Dein reached between his legs, pulled the front of the diaper forward and did up the tail tapes. Krthi then chittered. "Much better, now there will be no leaks!"

She then opened the door and gently pushed Kthas's diapered rear to get him moving. "Now shoo! I need a fresh diaper as well!"

Krthi shut the door. She sighed as she lifted her tail and emptied whatever was left inside her into her diaper. After another push to ensure she had fully emptied herself, she carefully reached under herself to check her diaper. She could feel the warm squishiness of her recent urination absorbed into the padding and a solid mass that indicated she had messed her diaper. Her feathers shrunk in slightly as she realized that this was one of the few times she had intentionally used her diaper instead of the toilet (whatever she did in her padding as she slept didn't count, at least, in her eyes).

The Dein laid down a changing mat on the floor and undid the tail tapes on her diaper and then the front tapes. She pulled the diaper away from herself and began wiping herself down. She rumbled softly in pleasure as the cool wipes swept away the mess that clung to her feathers and cloaca. After applying cleaning up and some herbal scented powder, she got herself a fresh diaper from the pack and diapered herself.

Running a claw along the tail and leg gathers to ensure her padding was properly secured; Krthi tossed away the trash into the diaper pail and unlocked the door.

. ***

Kthas's accident had been cleaned up and the TV was turned on with everyone -- Human and Mesozoican alike -- glued to the set.

"And now, here we are at Times Square, New York City with thousands of holiday revelers in preparation for the ball drop." The camera panned over a large crowd waving flags, wearing novelty glasses and hats. There was a loud chime and the camera showed a massive billboard that displayed the time: December 31, 2057 11:59.

Everyone held their breath as the brilliantly lit crystal ball slowly began to slide down the pole. When the time reached 11:59:50, everyone started counting down.

And then an explosion of excitement emanated from both the television and the partiers. Revelers belted out the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne and kissed their significant others to the backdrop of fireworks and an illuminated sign reading "HAPPY 2058!". Interestingly, there was a distinct Mesozoican twist to the song with the percussion not being drums, but the deep, heavy beats of rocks being pounded against each other.

Tksana and Rob were kissing each other now with Kthas and Rebecca cheering as they finally broke the kiss. "Champagne!" someone shouted. It was the redhead who was previously eating the anoles. She held up two bottles of the drink and waved them about.

Cheers of joy went up as Rebecca went to go grab champagne flutes for everyone. Even Tthall got one.

With the bubbly poured, everyone gathered in the living room. "To a wonderful 2057 and hopefully an equally joyous 2058! Cheers!" Krthi raised her glass

Champagne flutes clinked as Human and Mesozoican alike toasted the New Year. Soon, more conversation took place as the alcohol loosened everyone up.

And then it happened. Someone -- most likely a Mesozoican -- shouted "We need Baby New Year!" Soon, the slightly tipsy revelers echoed the chant. And soon, all eyes were on Tthall. His feathers shrunk in and his tail lowered as he realized that everyone, Humans and Mesozoicans were staring at him. "What? Why's everyone looking at me?"

"You get to be Baby New Year!" Rebecca said. Before he could protest, she scooped up the little raptor. Upon doing so, she immediately noticed a suspicious warmth on her arms as the shock of being picked up caused Tthall to pee in his already soaked diaper.

"Eww, I think Tthall peed!" Rebecca exclaimed

"We can fix that," Krthi said. She gestured to the Human and led her upstairs to one of the rooms.

.***

Tthall could have imploded with how tightly shrunken his feathers were as the two carried him into what was clearly a room for a baby or toddler. Complete with childish motifs of a cartoon animals on the walls. To make matters worse, he could feel a familiar pressure in his cloaca.

"Now then, let's get you into something more appropriate..." Krthi placed Tthall on the changing table and gently pinned him down on his back, exposing his swollen and slightly yellowed diaper. The _Velociraptor_sighed as the pressure on his belly from the Dein stimulated his bowels and a bit of poop slid out of his cloaca. Seeing as it was pointless to resist, he relaxed and let himself go in his diaper, quickly filling it with a stinky mess.

"Rebecca!" Krthi called as she watched Tthall visibly relax and his diaper tent out under his tail. "Could you get some wipes, I think Tthall made a stinky in his diaper." She gently felt his diaper and noticed the firm mass inside. "Actually, make that 'definitely made a stinky'."

Tthall closed his eyes as he heard the tapes of his diaper being ripped open and cool wipes cleaning the muck off his rump and cloaca. What he couldn't hide from was the odor of his messy diaper. He had to admit, they were really going out with this "Baby New Year" thing.

As the two applied powder to his diaper area, Tthall sniffed the air noticed that powder they were using wasn't the adult diaper powders but actual baby powder! It was then he felt a fresh diaper slid under him and the front pulled between his legs. The two carefully rolled him over and did up the tapes on his tail.

"Okay, we're almost done!" Krthi said.

Tthall stood up and looked at himself. The diaper he was wearing had an incredibly childish pattern of pastel stuffed animals and stylized cartoony clouds and sunbursts. The little raptor rolled his eyes."Seriously!? You couldn't find something more mature?"

Krthi shook her head. "Well, my sister sometimes brings her kids over and as a result, we have plenty of diapers for Deinonychus children. You're just the right size for the Dein hatchling diapers. And you look adorable in them!" She looked at the Human woman next to her.

Rebecca shrugged. "I'm not much for cute things but it fits your costume perfectly." She held out a top hat and sash that had apparently been bought for the occasion.

Tthall grumbled under his breath as the items were put on him. Even worse was that the diaper he was wearing was far more comfortable and soft than the ones he previously used. He pushed that thought out of his head; no way was going to wear a diaper made for hatchlings!

He was then picked up by Krthi and carried out of the room.

.***

"Presenting, our Baby New Year: Tthall!" Krthi held up the little raptor and showed him off to everyone present. Cheers broke out as the somewhat intoxicated revelers snapped photos of the diapered raptor.

Tthall's muzzle was scrunched up in distaste and he tried to ignore the numerous photographs of him that would undoubtedly stay in everyone's phones and hard drives forever...only to be brought up at the next New Year party.

Regardless, the party was starting to wind down and after all the photos had been taken; Krthi, Kthas, Rebecca and Rob stayed behind to help clean up the numerous dirty dishes the partiers left behind. Luckily, the guests had opted to take home the leftover desserts and meals.

Soon, even Kthas, Rebecca and Rob decided that 2 AM was a good time to leave. They bade Krthi farewell for being such a gracious host. And that left Tthall.

Who was currently curled up on the couch and fast asleep in his sash and top hat. Krthi's jaw slackened in the distinct "Mesozoican smile" as she watched the little raptor snoozing away. Seeing as she needed to clean the couch and living room, she gently picked up the Velociraptor and carried him up the baby's room and placed him in the small nest. The Deinonychus took off the sash and top hat and gently slipped a finger into the leg hole of Tthall's diaper to check his diaper. He was a little wet but the diaper would hold until morning.

She then picked up a plush egg and pushed against the small raptor who instinctively wrapped an arm around it and snuggled against it. Krthi rumbled softly at the adorable scene before she shut the door.

"Sweet dreams, little one."