A first Meal Chapter 3
Horror movies are scary, ok?
The wolf felt so relaxed, curled up on the couch alone, staring ahead at a dead TV. The dragon had laid him down on the couch and left the room, reassuring he'd be right back. Not that the wolf worried much, squirming on the couch enjoying the sound of his crinkling diaper with each slight adjustment of his legs. He reached down and pressed down onto his padding above his crotch, feeling the soft warm material brushing over the hard plastic exterior of his cage. The excitement alone caused him to tense up around the plug, making a single drop of pre seep out of his cage, quickly absorbed by his padding. So engrossed in his padding he didn't even notice the dragon re-enter the room and watch in satisfaction watching how much his new puppy enjoyed his padding. Clearing his throat he brought the show to an early conclusion, the wolf's hand shot away from his diaper and to his face trying to cover his obvious blush.
"Sorry to interrupt your fun but I figured we'd re do introductions because you were so drunk last night, I'm not sure if you'd recall my name. It's Yagdrall, but most people call me Yag. Unless you want to call me daddy that is" Yag added with a chuckle. "What's yours? Unless you want to be called puppy?"
"Splicer..." The wolf said, still trying to control the obvious blush on his face. He was trying his best to resist saying he could be called whatever name the large dragon wanted to use, and barely succeeding at that. The dragon approached the couch and lifted Splicer's head up enough for him to slide onto the couch, letting the wolf's head gently fall back down until it was resting on his lap. He reached for the TV remote and pressed the power button causing the TV to jump to life.
"What are you feeling splicer? Some horror maybe, or would you like a nice kiddy movie?" The dragon teased.
"Horror obviously, I'm not some kind of baby..." He said realizing his current attire, wrapping his tail between his legs, grabbing it with both hands, trying to cover as much of his exposed diaper as he could.
"Horror it is, but none of that." Yag said, gently tugging the wolf's tail away from his diaper, ticking his stomach with his other hand. "You're much cuter on full display like this."
Yag searched through his movie list looking for the most scary and unsettling one he could find before settling for one of his favourites. It was full of eerie atmosphere and stomach-turning imagery, perfect to get any little pup squirming. It had barely been 10 minutes into the movie before the wolf in his lap was gasping out and letting out soft whimpers of fear during the tension building scenes. Truth be told Splicer wasn't very good with horror, it wasn't that he didn't like it, but his active imagination always cranked it up to eleven, making him picture all those awful scary things happening to him. During one particular scene, he couldn't take it, closing his eyes shut tight until he felt a warm reassuring hand, petting his cheek gently guiding him to turn his head up, away from the TV and towards the ceiling. When he next opened his eyes, he was staring into the gentle eyes of Yag, intently looking down at him.
"You didn't have to watch the horror movie you know..." He said, "But here I have something you can focus on instead of that." He reached to the end table and got the thing he left the wolf for shortly before, suddenly a bottle of white liquid appeared into the wolf's vision. The apprehensive wolf quizzically looked at the bottle wondering what it might be but trusting the dragon's gentle hand as he brought the bottle down, using his free hand to open his mouth just a little bit to insert the nipple to the wolf's maw. Splicer took a deep breath and began to suckle, he was rewarded with a nice warm milk flowing into his throat. Drinking from this angle was more than a little awkward but the warm milk wasn't the only thing that was warm. The wolf felt satisfaction flowing through his entire body, sparked by the dragon's profound kindness. A tear of pure joy formed into the corner of his eye, not realizing that he had been missing this feeling of gentle care his entire life. Hungrily slurping the milk down despite the uncomfortable drinking position.
"Hey, hey, it's all good, everything is ok, don't worry about a thing. You're being such a good boy today." Yag cooed to the wolf, wiping the tear from his eye. Truth be told, Splicer wasn't the first puppy he had taken care of, and he understood how overwhelming it could be for someone who had never experienced intimate moments like being bottle fed. Some furs kept those feeling tucked away for most of their lives' whether trough shame or obligation, and when they indulged in them with someone else, it could feel like a dam of all those pent-up emotions flooding out all at once. He pat the wolf's head fur, whispering words of encouragement to them. Splicer stopped drinking, bringing a paw up and pulling the bottle from their mouth, a single drop of milk dripping down their cheek.
"Uh hey, uh, Yag?" He tentatively said "I need to go to the bathroom..." That statement earned him a chuckle and a hard pat on the front of his diaper from the dragon
"You're wearing it buddy!" The dragon encouraged, "better get used to it."
Splicer squirmed not comfortable just letting go in such an odd position, in front of someone else. But no matter how much he squirmed the dragon held firm, not letting the wolf break his grip. Splicer thought he was about to exploded when a loud scream erupted from the TV startling, causing him to yelp and lose control of his bladder, letting a small stream out into his diaper. But even though he managed to stem the flow, the floodgates were already open and soon he found he was uncontrollably soaking his padding. The dragon felt the padding grow warmer under his scaled hand, then going from a nice crip dry feeling to the tell-tale squish, expanding outward between his fingers.
"..."
Splicer was mortified, he not only did that, but the dragon had felt the entire thing. But the dragon didn't seem to mind, rubbing the now soggy padding against the wolf's cage and pushing gently on their plug causing them to gasp in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.
"Now that's what I call convenient timing." Yag was chuckling before he let out a loud laugh. "So scared you wet yourself huh? I'm glad for my couch's sake that you were padded now. I really love this part though. Do you think you can wait? Or would you rather get changed now?" Yag genuinely offered, not wanting to push the wolf's limits too far.
"Hmmmmmmmm... I-I guess we could finish the movie." Splicer stammered, "Can I have the rest of my bottle now?" Splicer reached up with little grabby paws looking to return to feeding. Yag happily obliged tilting the wolf's head so they could both enjoy the movie together while the wolf sucked hungrily on the milk. The dragon meanwhile felt something stirring that wasn't the wolf in his lap as he continued to rub the wolf's padding. Both of them were watching the movie, but it was more background noise when compared to the scenarios the two of them were playing out in their heads.