padded dreams (oneshot)
just a quick little idea that bounced into my head. Kinda a silly idea maybe but I had a lot of fun writing it. It makes a good first step into some ideas I'm going to be playing around with in some of my upcoming works, so think of this as a teaser for that and for a new character of mine. I hope you guys like it.
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Sammi guided the aircraft down into the hanger, dipping the pointed nosecone slightly. The controls respond instantly, the ride as smooth as the previous tests. This is why she loved being a test pilot, why it is her dream. Not just the thrill of flying, but of flying something no one has ever flown before, putting her through her paces and seeing what she can do. Why do something boring, so predictable when she could do this. She is never more alive than when she is flying. She could feel everything, every rumble through the airframe, her body hyper aware of everything about the aircraft.
But the other side of that coin comes whenever she comes into land, knowing that she is going to have to step out of the cockpit, of her reason for living. Already she can see the ground crew gathered around her designated landing zone, tiny strips of light guiding her down to land. Which just means a few moments while the crew do their work and then she is grounded again. Sammi fights back a sigh, gripping the controls a little tighter. She has to concentrate. It won't be looked lightly upon if she wrecks this baby now. Especially since she has gotten to love flying her. She really is a dream to fly.
Sammi sets her down with only the slightest judder, cutting the landing jets and the stabilisers, hearing the clank as the fins retract and lock. Those are the best parts, top line technology. One day, all craft will have them. Sammi had shut down the engines without thinking, doing a quick check on the fuel temperature. It had run a bit hot the last few tests, but seemed to be running fine now.
Sammi was a bit hot too and she gratefully pulled off her helmet, her head suddenly warm and itchy. She ran a paw through her normally spiky hair, sighing in relief as she mussed it up even more. Then a cool draft washed over her, the canopy slide back by the ground crew that had already rolled the ladder up to the fuselage.
'So..how did she handle?' Danni asked as the squirrel stepped back from the ladder to make room for Sammi to climb out of the cockpit, her paws shoved into the pockets of her grease streaked overalls.
'Pretty good.' the bobcat grinned as she stretched the stiff joints in her shoulders popping as she twisted her neck. 'I think we worked out the fuel line issues. That landing was pretty sweet huh?'
'I dunno. I think you made a bit of a mess honey.'
Sammi took a slow moment to register that, the words not making any sense to her. 'What? That was a text book landing..didn't even scuff the paint.'
'Not that sweetie.' Danni chuckled, her head nodding at Sammi as her eyes moved down her body.
Sammi followed her, gliding down over the tan jacket of her flightsuit to the..thick padded diaper wrapped snugly around her hips and bare legs, contrasting with her plain flightsuit, at odds with the simple clasps and buckles and pockets. She is suddenly mortified, all too aware of the growing damp patch on the front. The warmth of it matches the heat in her cheeks, the young cat blushing so much her cheeks must be glowing.
'I..I..this isn't..this can't be..' Sammi stammers.
'It's okay sweetie..why don't you come on down and we can change you into a nice fresh diaper.' Danni chuckles, her paw now clasped around a diaper bag that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
'N..no..no.' Sammi steps backwards, all the eyes of the ground crew on her, her embarrassment now reaching mortification. That does her no good as Danni climbs up the steps again, leading her down with a soft paw around hers, her body suddenly unable to resist. 'No..no..'
'Nooo.' Sammi jerks awake, breathing hard, sweat soaking her nightshirt and tingling on her arms. She hadn't just jerked out of sleep, but into sitting up; the blankets crumpled around her feet like she had been tossing and turning. It was still early, predawn light slipping under the gap of the curtains. It took a few minutes for her breathing to slow and for her to find her voice. 'Not again.'