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IT: Infant Tech

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Bolt

Chapter 1: The Office

Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen.

The husky's office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik's Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective.

He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit.

A semicolon... really... that was the error?

A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code.

Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation.

Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw.

Yuri's had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip.

Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion's attention.

"Another office crush, Yuri?"

Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience.

The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically.

"Oh don't look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?"

Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky.

From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time.

Yuri's golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped.

Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger.

"What is it?"

He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats' slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine.

Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants.

Cinder's mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline's sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat's throat. He spoke under his breath.

"We got ourselves another one..."

"This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?"

Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat's shoulder.

"Alright, like we did last time. I've still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we'll be having some good fun tonight, kitten."

Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger's comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn't so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger's cleverly designed trap.

Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky's cubicle.

Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building's garage level.

The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times.

"Uhm... Can I-"

"Yes, you can. I'm Yuri. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise.

"Hi Yuri, I'm Bolt. The pleasure is all mine."

Confident little scrappy mutt, isn't he? Ohhh I like him... This should be fun!

Yuri's smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn't much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger's intentions did he warm up.

No, this pup has spunk! It'll be even more fun to see him crawl now...

Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below.

"Bolt, I've got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it'll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?"

Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way.

Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle.

"It'll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers."

Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked 'G' while Bolt nodded in response.

The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way.

"I'm parked towards the back."

He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him.

Everything is running smoothly...

"Alright, take a look at what I've got here for you!"

Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside.

It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby's carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it.

Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for.

"Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let's check something really quick."

Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky's armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him.

As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation.

"Aha! There we are."

His pants now around his ankles, Bolt's choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine.

"Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands."

Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back.

"You won't be needing these, I don't think."

As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles.

Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed.

The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky's pants and placed them under his right arm.

"Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy's diaper, would you?"

At the direct mention of his padding, the husky's ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup.

Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog's thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied.

"Still dry, surprisingly enough," Cinder commented.

"Well then, I think we should do something about that," said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat.

"W-wait a second! I?mmpf!"

Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment.

Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal's red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him.

The husky's heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat.

Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him.

"Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won't let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!"

Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky's snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder's paws.

"Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten."

It was Cinder's turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt's and sitting himself down in front of the wheel.

Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror.

"I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun."

With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes.

Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where.

Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car.

The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky's limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.