Never Cross a Dragon
Birds sang in the trees as Andlat walked through the park, enjoying the beautiful Saturday afternoon. He smiled to himself. Classes were almost over for the year and he felt so relaxed and at peace with the world. The only way the day could be better is if his boyfriend Jack were with him. He looked around at the happy families and his ears suddenly perked as he recognized someone.
"Hey! Vasir!" The dragon turned and saw the fox approaching quickly, waving cheerfully. He waved back, making sure his shorts were not sagging all that much.
"Hey, Andlat."
"Where have you been, man? I haven't seen you in school all week."
"I've been sick."
"Oh. You do look a little pale." Vasir nodded.
"Yeah, it's been a rough one. Did I miss anything good at school?" Andlat began to fill the teen dragon in on every bit of minutiae he had missed. Vasir followed along closely, not even noticing his shorts beginning to slide down. The dragon stretched, trying to pop his back. Andlat could not resist an urge to peek at the dragon's undies. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse.
"Um..." He stammered.
"What's wrong?" Vasir asked.
"Are you wearing a diaper?" Vasir looked away quickly. "You are!"
"No, I'm not." The dragon protested unconvincingly. Andlat laughed.
"Yes, you are! I can see it bulging!" He cackled. "From boxers to diapers, huh, hatchling?" Vasir stood there, studying his footpaws as the fox taunted him. Another dragon, however, did not stand still. Andlat yelped as he was suddenly picked up.
"Are you making fun of my son?" Andlat gulped. An enormous dragon was holding him by the nape of his neck.
"N-no." He stammered nervously.
"Really? I heard you call him a hatchling. My son has been sick, so his doctor prescribed those. Do you think it's fun to make fun of someone who's sick?" Andlat shook his head dumbly, terrified beyond words. The female dragon growled. "Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson."
"Please. I didn't mean to." Andlat squirmed in the air. The dragon shook her head.
"Too late, young todd." She set him down, but he was shocked to discover that he was immobilized by some unseen force. He growled and tried to move his legs, but he was rooted to the spot as his shirt began to slither over his head. He whimpered loudly as his arms raised of their own accord, allowing his shirt to slide up and off of his body.
"Please! No!" He pleaded as his shorts unbuttoned and fell to the ground. This time, it was Vasir and his mom who laughed as the fox stood there in nothing but a pair of purple My Little Pony panties.
"At least I wear boxers normally." Vasir said smugly.
"I misspoke when I called you a young todd, I see." His mother said. "You're a naughty little vixen, aren't you?" Andlat whimpered as his head nodded of its own accord, much to the delight of the gathering crowd. She smiled and snapped her fingers. Andlat watched with growing horror as his panties began to shift and inflate.
"Wha?" He lost his voice as his panties transformed into a My Little Pony diaper. His discarded shorts soon followed suit, transforming into a pair of white tights that slithered up his legs, a pair of bright yellow Mary Janes appearing on his paws. His shirt began crawling toward him next, beginning its transformation into a frilly dress of yellow satin. He focused his entire being on resisting, but only managed to make one of his paws twitch slightly as the dress covered him. He felt the dress zip itself up his back before buttoning at the back of his neck.
"There we are." Vasir's mother said, smiling. Andlat found himself able to move again and he looked down at his new wardrobe, surrounded by laughing strangers. He sniffled before bursting into tears. "Oh, princess!" The motherly dragon scooped him up. "It's not that bad!" She pulled a yellow pacifier out of her pocket and slipped it into his muzzle. "Shh... you're going to have so much fun spending some time in the park with me and Vasir."
She held Andlat in her arms with Vasir close behind as they headed to the nearby information center. The snow leopard standing behind the counter smiled as they entered.
"So here's the little vixen I've been hearing so much about." He said.
"Yeah, she's a little upset, so I thought we'd rent a stroller to give her a chance to rest." The fur smiled and emerged from behind the counter.
"The only criteria for the rented strollers is that the cubs be diapered so that they don't have accidents. I can see that she's quite the little miss puffypanties, so that'll be no problem." The snow leopard pushed a stroller out from behind the counter and the dragon placed Andlat down into it. He fit, but it was clear that he was a bit too big to be sitting in the stroller.
"How precious!" The dragon buckled him into the stroller, tousling his headfur. Andlat squirmed against the straps, but that only resulted in his diaper crinkling loudly. Vasir, his mother, and the snow leopard all laughed.
"She's eager to get going." Vasir teased. He got behind the stroller and began to push it.
For the next hour, Andlat was captive as the dragons pushed the stroller around the park at a leisurely pace, stopping to chat with anyone who stared at the oversized cub in the stroller.
"He's actually a naughty little boy who's being taught a lesson." Vasir's mother explained again and again. "Hopefully, he'll behave after today." She chuckled and kissed the top of the fox's head.
They pushed Andlat around for quite a while before stopping at a park bench. The maternal dragon sat down and began to unbuckle Andlat from the stroller. He watched her fearfully, his green eyes large against the white mask of fur. She smiled and lifted him out of the stroller and onto her lap. She began to gently bounce him on her knee. She chuckled as he whimpered into his pacifier.
Vasir sat next to his mother, laughing as his former tormentor was bounced again and again. He could not help feeling a small amount of pity for the fox though. Vasir was fully aware of just how spirited his mother could be about punishments. After all, even though she had told everyone that Vasir was sick, the reason that he was diapered was actually because she felt like he was being immature, 'like a little hatchling'. He had whined and complained, but he could not help feeling a bit relieved that he did not have to go through what Andlat was at that moment.
Vasir's mother smiled at the fox as he bounced up and down helplessly, his dress flying up and down as well, leaving no doubts that he was thickly diapered underneath. She kept bouncing him again and again, no real plans in mind. That all changed when her sharp ears picked up Andlat's rumbling stomach.
"Uh-oh! Sounds like a certain little one's a hungry vixen!" She stopped bouncing him, holding onto him with one arm while using her other claw to begin unbuttoning her blouse. Andlat yelped and squirmed, already able to tell what the dragon was planning. She pulled the pacifier out of his muzzle, but before Andlat could protest, she placed him against her breast. "Drink up!" She instructed, the milk starting to flow.
The fox squirmed with all his might, fighting to get free, but the dragon easily held him in place against her breast. Her milk was beginning to fill his mouth, so he had no choice but to swallow. The flow continued and Andlat simply let it travel down his throat. He felt the dragon rub his rump as he continued to nurse.
Vasir and his mother exchanged a knowing look. Dragon milk had magical qualities that ensured that the hatchling was healthy. When introduced to a non-dragon system, they could wreak havoc. Andlat groaned into her breast as he felt his stomach rumble loudly. The maternal dragon smiled.
"Uh-oh! Baby girl's tummy's grumpy!" She kept him up against her breast, having planned for this from the very beginning. The fox kept nursing against his will, even as his bladder and bowels both released into the thick padding. The diaper sagged as the fox filled it, whimpering into the motherly dragon's breast. She patted his back reassuringly.
At long last pulling him away from her breast, if only to move the sissy up onto her shoulder.
"Burp for mama draggy!" She coaxed, gently rubbing his back. The fox was on the verge of tears, but he felt the gas rise and burst out of him with a loud erp! She smiled. "That's a good girl." She set him down in the stroller and buckled him in as her sharp ears twitched from him wetting again. The fox blubbered and began to sob. She did what any caretaker would do and slipped a pacifier into his muzzle to try and soothe him, but the fox spat it out.
"Just let me go!" He whimpered, trying to stop his tears. She ignored him and began to push the fox around the park, her son following.
She came to a stop once the fox's tears had ceased. The dragon scooped him up and smiled.
"Is baby feeling better now?" She asked gently. Andlat nodded.
"I'd feel better if you just let me go." He grumbled.
"Is that why you're so fussy?" She stood up and set him down in the grass, covering his eyes with her paws.
Andlat sat in darkness for a brief second before her paw was removed. He turned around to glare at her, but she was gone! Vasir, his mom, and the stroller had all disappeared! He slowly stood, his legs bowed out by his thick diaper and he whimpered. Just his luck, left alone and sissied in a dirty diaper. He sighed and began to walk home. His waddling walk became a waddling run as he realized how many people were laughing at him.
"Jack's gonna have a field day." He muttered as he ran through the park. He had learned a valuable lesson today and Jack was sure to help him to remember to never cross a dragon again.