Inner Dungeon.
? We walk around for a while, not finding any of the rooms. The corridors are intrincated and nothing seems to take us anywhere.
Are you sure we are in the right mind? - I ask.
I'm completely sure - the alien answered.
So, how is your world? - I ask, curiosity overwhelming me. - I mean, the people, are them like you?
Yes - the species answered, "looking" at me. -, they are all like me. Some sort of dimensional storm often teleports random people to random worlds. Once we are dragged, we can't come back.
Oh... - I looked at the floor. - I suppose that you feel sad because you can't go back home...
Not exactly, little Yure - the species answer, looking forward. - Love shouldn't be taken to seriously, or it will become sadness when the loved person goes away.
That made a lot of sense. We went to a door. I placed my right handpaw on the knob, but hesited.
What is behind the door? - I asked.
I don't know - the alien answered.
"Of course not", I thought, the words I just thought echoed on the walls. I placed my paws on my muzzle. I was in my mind. If I thought something, it would echo around, if it wasn't obvious. I twisted the knob and the door opened. It was an yellow room with a bed, posters, paper, soda, diapers...
Looks like my room - I commented, knowing that thinking to myself was pointless.
Probably your comfort zone - said the alien.
Correct - someone else said.
I looked around and saw myself, wearing an yellow diaper (not yellow like mine's, which was wet...).
Schocked? - asked my "clone". - I'm your happyness.
This is só weird... - I commented.
Everyone says it about me - said the happyness, placing a paw on his diaperfront. - I got used to it.
He is the right entity to ask your question - said the alien.
I gulped and blushed, unable to ask with the alien watching me. Noticing a "wave of shame" in the air, as my feelings can't be kept in private anymore, the alien vanished.
I'm invisible - said the alien. - Maybe if my image isn't present, things get easier for you.
I nodded. I looked at the happyness.
I have something to ask... - I said.
Ask away! - the happyness replied.
When it comes to pawing, what you like most?
The happyness was supposed to answer truthfully because of it's carefree and naive nature. Plus, he had no reason to lie to me.
Depends - he replied.
Depends? Are you talking about diapers? - I asked.
Hahah, no, silly! - he laughed. - Depends on my mood!
How só?
Well... pawing is self-pleasure. You just do what gives you pleasure, no matter what it is.
I had to ask directly. He just gave me the answer I'd give if I asked this. I needed to know my sexuality and needed know now. I sighed to calm myself down.