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Part 2: Familiar

The vampiress released her charge, who took a few toddling steps backwards. Ollie's legs felt weak, as if he had not walked on them for several weeks and was only now relearning how to support his weight. His knees were bent at an almost precarious angle, arms slumped forwards slightly as his half-closed eyes remained fixed forwards on the maternal figure in front of him.

Pursing her lips, the vampiress appeared to momentarily forget her initial promise of accolade while she assessed the raiments that her stunned sheep was clad in. Her long, noble nose was now slightly furled into an impish look of disapproval. Glancing up once more to meet the sheep's eyes, her face shifting into a warmer, consoliary visage she spoke.

"Darling, this drab outfit of yours vill simply not do. Come along, dearie"

Turning around, the sanguine borzoi began to pace down the hallway towards the flight of stairs in the entrance way.

Inside of the stupefied sheep's mind, he knew the only option was to follow behind her. Still slightly hindered by the padding around his waist, the costumed frankensheep waddled dutifully behind the quickly retreating form of the vampiress.

Upon reaching the base of the flight of stairs, Ollie saw that Drusilla was patiently waiting for him.

"Up ve go, little sheep."

Reaching around, she patted the bottom of the sheep's diaper. A movement that strongly imposed the impression of ownership.

Suddenly, an uncanny feeling of weightlessness came over the sheep. The startling sensation pulled Ollie far enough out of his dazed state to be able to note that he was now ascending the stairs behind Drusilla diaper first.

Weakly, he craned his neck around to see a reddish haze surrounding his padding, the only indication that it must have been enchanted by the vampiress as the locus item of levitation.

"B-beh..."

Ollie bleated meekly, a mild blush returning to his cheeks as the magical emphasis on his protective underwear caused him feelings of embarrassment.

Airborne, dummy thick first class, he was thus unable to see the inside of the impressive nursery that Drusilla's sweeping strides had guided them to.

The walls were covered in a motley collection of bats, black cats, and mangey black wolves, some of which appeared to be blinking their beady, yellow eyes. The rest of the wallpaper exhibited ancient, gothic designs of church buttresses, columns, and other various long forgotten architectural phenomena matched to the well-aged tastes of Drusilla herself. These architectural displays were three dimensionalized and stood out against the walls, bleeding up into the ceiling and giving the room a slight ribbed appearance in addition to adding an impressive effect of depth.

In the center of the room was a large, coffin-esque crib. Shaped like a stereotypical casket, tall rails bordered the edge of the crib up to three feet. Not tall enough to prevent the oversized baby inside from escaping, but tall enough to give the impression that such an act was ill-advised.

Painted a dark, near-midnight maroon color the rest of the furniture exhibited a hue and gothic style that matched the crib.

What appeared to be a changing table stood close by, harboring several drawers with knobs of various ghoulish creatures. Bats, snake heads, boars, wolves, and feral felines all appeared to smirk as their gaze turned to the floating, diapered rear end of the sheep. Accompanying the changing table was a dark oak diaper pail which appeared to be slowly opening and closing its lid as if in silent amusement, or perhaps anticipation.

A toy chest appearing starkly close to that of a retired mimic stood opposite to the changing table. It's lid was open, a blanket which looked much like a lolling tongue spilled out dramatically to the side while a menagerie of stuffed animals and toys appeared haphazardly strewn inside and out of the large box. Letter blocks whose font appeared to be made out of blood, black cats, wolves, bats, snakes, boars, birds of prey, and even a few particularly cute looking bugs comprised the impressive collection of stuffies. Unanimated, unlike the rest of the animalistic projections in the room, they appeared cuddly and adorable, so much so that one would be hard pressed not to be lured over to embrace each and every single one.

Lastly, an intricately carved rocking chair stood next to the crib. Made of a deep, rich dark wood it's knots and carved curls presented an overwhelmingly sanguine aesthetic. A style fit for none other than a doting vampiric mother wishing to spoil her juvenile charge with unwavering affection.

"Light."

Drusilla spoke, matter-of-factly, raising her long fingers into the air and snapping them together. From the act, a slew of sparks came from her appendages turning into what appeared to be small fireflies.

Fluttering upwards, they landed gently onto the chandelier, huddling down onto the unlit candle wicks until they were set ablaze. The bugs appeared to be unharmed, and instead seemed to hunker down quite comfortably amidst the dancing candle flames.

With an additional flick of the wrist, Ollie's enchanted padding carried him softly over to the changing table before depositing him gently on his back.

Despite being utterly unable to resist due to the subordinated state of his mind, a strap with a buckle shaped like a bat was magically brought over his chest, fastening itself on the other side. Thus properly secured, Ollie slowly blinked his eyes while his foot hooves remained bow-legged, his right hoof kicking slightly while a crooning noise came from his throat.

"Grfff... Shhff..."

The babbles came almost instinctively, for the sheep had now been plunged into a profoundly infantilized headspace as a direct result of the environment he was in. The room appeared to blot out the possibility of any other reality other than the one he was currently in. A pretty, pacified pet for Drusilla to do with as she pleased.

Unseen by the sheep, Drusilla had stationed herself in front of a tall wardrobe whose contents remained hidden in shadow despite the illumination given off by the firefly chandelier.

She hummed softly to herself, pushing aside various articles of clothing until she discovered the outfit that best matched her desire.

"Aha!"

Following her exclamation, she withdrew holding up what appeared to be a bat onesie costume. Small wings were attached to the back of a midnight black fabric, descending downwards four golden buttons served as the bottom clasps to keep its wearer's diaper held close to their form.

Additionally, she had taken out a set of mittens and booties to match the onesie's fabric and color. Lastly, a pacifier attached to a clip was produced to loop around the vampire's pinky finger. The clip, unsurprisingly, was also bat-shaped, the guard matching in shape as well. As a finishing touch, the pacifier bulb itself was colored a deep, crimson red.

Appearing pleased with her selection, a serene expression came across the borzoi's face as she glided over to the changing table. Her motherly instincts were already kicking in in anticipation of playing dress up with her crinkly charge.

"Now den, let us get you dressed a little bit more... Appropriately..."

With surprisingly delicate care, Drusilla gently guided the sheep's limbs out of his costume. Having successfully stripped the sheep naked except from the padding snuggly hugging his waist, she moved her paw with her palm facing downwards across the lamb's face. Miraculously, all the make-up and hair styling Ollie had taken great care to do in order to best imitate the undead visage of Frankenstein now disappeared. They were replaced by a rosy-cheeked, dopey facial expression of a spell-bound sheep.

"Beh... B-beh..."

Ollie bleated weakly, only slightly aware that he snuggly reclining on top of the changing table and now stark naked.

"Shush, darling. We're almost finished."

Placing the nipple of the pacifier inside of the sheep's muzzle, Ollie began to gently suckle on it. An immediate, profound sense of ease emanated throughout the sheep's mind causing him to hardly notice the mittens and booties being slipped onto his hands and hooves, rendering them into soft, useless round appendages that served not only to inhibit but to comfort.

"And, last but not least, ve shall give my little voolen bat his first set of vings."

Unstrapping the chest restraint, Drusilla helped the sheep sit up in order to pull the onesie over his woolen head. Gently tugging it over his torso, she pressed a paw against his chest and guided him back down against the purple plastic backing of the changing table's surface.

She prodded his thigh, without even taking a moment to think of it Ollie raised his thick, crinkley bottom off of the changing table. Tugging the bottom part of the onesie towards her, Drusilla's gaze met with Ollie's half closed eyes.

The sheep opened a little wider, feeling the commanding presence of the maternal vampiress willing him to focus on her. She spoke, softly.

"Let's count de buttons, hmm little one? One..."

She clicked the golden button closed, unseen by the sheep; a red lock symbol glowed mysteriously on its front before disappearing as soon as it appeared.

"Two..."

The second button was pushed into place, as if in response a thin line of drool appeared to form on the right side of Ollie's pacified lips.

"Three..."

With each button closing, an enchanted lock appeared in turn, symbolically and literally sealing the sheep's fate.

"Four!"

A smile of satisfaction spread across Drusilla's muzzle, having popped the last button into place her paws crept up onto the sheep's exposed tummy which she tickled lightly.

"Who's my little precious pet, hmm? Is it you? Is it you?"

The ritual completed, the vampiress descended into an enthusiastic round of tummy tickles. Caught by surprise, Ollie let loose a childish giggle, their bootied legs kicking gently. The vampire bat pacifier between their lips stifled their giggles slightly, accentuating the infantile sound that he emitted while Drusilla continued to mercilessly tickle his tummy.

"Yes, this vill do splendidly. Now then, I think for such exceptional behavior you shall receive a little treat."

Her paws crept down, until her right palm was slowly rubbing the padded front of the sheep's diaper.

Oliver moaned. Suddenly the attention he had originally fixated onto the vampiress's powerful figure now became focused onto the growing passion in his diaper.

In response to the borzoi's gentle caressing, the front of the sheep's diaper began to tent slightly. Feeling the newfound resistance inside of her infantilized familiar's diaper, Drusilla revealed a fang-filled smile that reached her glowing, red eyes.

"Good lamb..."

Her voice came as a deep vibration, ricocheting through the inside of Ollie's skull and cementing itself deep into his consciousness. Deep inside of his vulnerable state, the sheep yearned for nothing more than being crooned over and praised by the being in front of him.

His hips bucked, pressing against the kneading paw that gently grasped and massaged his needy front.

The desire for release grew stronger and stronger, the eye contact between the two only furthering the need to finish into the awaiting paw of the vampire separated only by the padding she had lovingly placed him into.

Drusilla leaned forward, intensifying the rate at which she was kneading the front of his desperation hidden beneath his padding.

"Cum, on my command."

She whispered softly, her fangs flashing dangerously as her entire face loomed in front of the sheep taking most of his line of sight.

It was an almost maddening experience, it felt as if he were just on the brink of release but was prevented, no, prohibited, from releasing without explicit permission from the sanguine figure before him.

Ollie's chest rose at an accelerated rate, his body feeling as if it were starting to tingle all over as the vampiress' hand began to move at speeds not possible for a mortal fur. Utilizing her vampiric powers for the purpose of his pleasure, Ollie felt the maddened desire to release almost overwhelm him entirely.

"Mmmph! Mmph MMMPH!"

The sheep opened his muzzle and whimpered softly, the bat pacifier barely muffling his cry of sensual anguish until, mercifully, Drusilla whispered.

"Release."

Her tongue flicked over her fangs as she trilled the 'r,' leaning back on the word while the vibrations of her hand intensified further. The sheep's hips bucked violently.

Ollie closed his eyes, feeling as if his entire soul was being pushed through into the front of his diapers. Breathing heavily, the magical seal was finally complete. He was her pet. A few seconds later, a post-nut afterglow began to slowly creep in.

He lay there, panting, while Drusilla merely stood and admired the unfiltered adorableness of her new, infantile familiar. Withdrawing her hand from his diapered front, she walked around the changing table with slow, dramatic prowess until she stood behind him.

Leaning down, she deposited a deliberate kiss on top of his forehead.

This appeared to calm him some, his previously near orgasmic state of distress now returned the placid, hypnotized clammy expression that had been growing on her.

Across the room, a large grandfather clock began to ring. Five in total, indicating that there was only an hour before the first hints of sunlight would begin to poke through the house's many halls and dusty corridors.

"Bedtime, sveetheart."

Snapping her fingers, the little bat wings on the back of Ollie's onesie begin to stir. A few seconds later, the sheep was levitating once again. This time, it was the tiny bat wings on his back that served as the source of bewitchment.

Guided by the directing of the vampiress, Ollie's limp form was floated over to the crib. As the magic did its work, tucking him in with a soft, purple blanket and ensuring that his head was properly nestled onto a pillow, Drusilla glided softly over to the toy chest.

Leaning down, she chose a particularly plump looking bat plushie. Turning, she was by the crib's side placing the stuffie underneath the arm attached to the sheep with heavy eyelids.

Ollie stirred slightly in response to the movement, but was already falling asleep by the time he had been laid softly inside of the coffinesque crib.

"Sveet dreams, my little pet. Tomorrow, I change."

Her words spoken with deliberate minimalism, as was the way of vampire nobility, she opened her palm up towards the chandelier above.

The fireflies responded to her paw motion, letting go of the candle wicks and falling gently onto her paw pads before winking out of existence altogether. A minute later, the room was shrouded with darkness once more.

Taking one last glance with her glowing red eyes at her lamb, she allowed herself a grin of satisfaction. After all, he did look downright adorable suckling happily on his pacifier and clutching his newfound, stuffed best friend.

With that, she withdrew. The door slid shut with a soft click behind her.

The last thing that entered Ollie's consciousness before he delved into the realm of dreams was Drusilla's soft, satisfied laughter, bouncing off the many walls of the mansion right until the lid of her sarcophagus moved back into place for the day.