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Part Three

"Rattled"

Janet stirred as the first sensation that came to her attention was the fact that her eyes felt exceptionally crusted over. Her brow furrowing, groaning as she lethargically made to move her hand up to her face to clear the corner of her eyes from the sandman's visit the previous evening.

Her arm would not move.

She tugged again, this time feeling something firmly pulling back on her straining that was wrapped around her wrist. It was only after she opened her eyes, blinking the previous night's sleep out, that the memories of the past day's capture came flooding back.

Why am I not as alarmed as I feel I should be..?

She thought to herself, her mind feeling uncannily muggy for having slept as long as she did. It was as if she had woken up hungover after an evening's jubilation with just one or two many drinks, but without the throbbing headache.

Glancing around the hut, Janet noted that the foxes appeared to have cleared out to let her be shortly after she had fallen asleep. The remnants of the roaring fire she had witnessed the foxes pouring strange, colorful powders into appeared as a still, delicate pile of ash amidst the circle of rocks it was contained in.

As she felt a yawn building up, she stretched her limbs out pulling slightly against the bonds that kept her spread eagle in the hanging net. She felt stiff, having been bound to the same position for several hours now. Sniffing once, she grimaced as she realized that she may have been lying prone for much longer than she originally estimated.

I could really use a soak...

She had originally planned to do most of her bathing in the ocean, the salty, chilly baths would have undoubtedly left her skin feeling soft and smooth. No such luck, as within twenty-four hours of her arrival at the island she had only succeeded in getting herself captured.

"Huh..."

Janet cleared her throat, still not fully recovered from her lengthy slumber.

"Mhmm! Uhm, hello?"

Raising her voice, Janet's eyes were intently staring at the entrance flap to her grass-roofed abode as she waited for a response. At first there was nothing, only the muffled sound of leaves rustling from outside of the tent. And then she heard it, the distinct chittering language of the anthropomorphic foxes drawing nearer to her. Unsure of what she should expect, Janet's eyes widened with recognition as the same motherly fox that had fed her the previous day poked her head inside of the tent.

The fox's eyes appeared to squint, which Janet realized was likely a pleasant facial expression.

"Chri-at!"

She exclaimed, her maw opening to briefly flash neat rows of canine teeth before she retreated from the entrance. Figuring that she had just been given a greeting, Janet mentally replayed the phrase the fox had spoken as she waited for her to come back.

I guess she's been assigned to take care of me?

Despite the fogginess in her head, Janet was slowly getting over the initial shock of how starkly alien the anthropomorphic foxes appeared and was beginning to observe patterns in their behavior. They appeared to possess similar facial movement mannerisms as in humans, as far as she could tell. Additionally, relying on the tonal fluctuations in their voice gave her somewhat of an insight on what they were feeling when they spoke.

At least, she knew when they were clearly amused by her appearance.

Before she was given too long to ruminate over the behavior of the foxes thus far, her mind try as she might was having trouble stringing coherent thoughts together, the motherly fox returned. Janet saw that she was holding the same bottle from the previous evening's feeding, and to her surprise her stomach growled as if in appreciation of the sight.

I guess I'm hungry...

She thought to herself, feeling slightly detached from her body's needs as she watched the female fox approach her. The vulpine looked just about ready to shove the bottle into her mouth as she had done the previous evening until her nose wrinkled. Her top teeth bared, she leaned in and gave the young woman a thorough sniff.

"Bleh!"

Sticking her tongue out, the vulpine raised her chin up and gave the bound woman an appraising look. She mumbled something unintelligible, before turning tail and waltzing out of the large hut. Janet felt slightly let down that the promise of breakfast had been postponed, and wondered if she really did smell that intolerable.

Her nose must be far more keen than mine...

She thought to herself, curiosity getting the better of her as she leaned her head down and sniffed experimentally at one of her armpits. Sure, she was not exactly giving off the scent of rose petals but it also was not the end of the world.

A moment later, the vulpine returned once more, this time with two younger females in tow. Janet's eyes bulged as she saw that the motherly fox's two cronies appeared to be armed with various scissors, one of which had the distinct bright pastel red of child-safety scissors.

"Brish!"

The motherly fox said pointedly, beckoning with a fuzzy paw at Janet's garments with a limp, dismissive wrist. Before she was able to so much as pull away, the two foxes were making quick work of her clothes and reducing her rather expensive adventuring outfit into ribbons and shreds.

"Hey! Those weren't cheap ya know!"

She strained, trying to pull away from them but was unable to get much distance due to the bonds still keeping her spread eagle. She was beginning to feel a little sore. The two foxes only laughed at her squirming, chittering away as within a minute she was left stark naked save for the rope around her wrists and ankles. Utterly exposed, Janet felt herself grow a bit red in the face as she felt their eyes scanning her naked torso with no subtle curiosity.

Behind the admiring foxes, sunlight poured into the hut briefly as another pair of foxes joined the watch party carrying a large wooden bowl and several large, brightly colored sponges. Wordlessly, they set the items down on the ground next to Janet's makeshift crib before departing, glancing over their furry shoulders at her.

Setting aside their scissors, the two foxes that had utterly ruined her wardrobe moved aside as the motherly fox stepped forward and dipped one of the sponges into the bowl of water.

"Vreena."

She quipped, as with a great amount of care she began trailed the sponge across Janet's right arm.

To Janet's surprise, the water was pleasantly warm. She felt the dried sweat she had built up after trekking through the jungle the previous evening dissolve and wash off of her. Her eyes fluttered, the sensation of the warm water wicking away all the dirt and feeling luxurious after the previous day's hard work.

Oh... I needed this...

Momentarily setting her embarrassment at being stark naked aside, Janet allowed herself to relax as the warmth radiated through her muscles. Rough paw pads scraped gently against her sensitive skin, combined with the fur around them as the motherly fox cooed over her, gently stroking her arms and caressing her cheek throughout the sponge bath she was administering.

The careful, almost loving attention Janet was receiving seemed to unlock a whole new level of relaxation. She thought about how much she would have paid for a fox to give her a slow, deliberate sponge bath had she had such an opportunity.

Maybe less tying me up and more soap in the water next time...

Perhaps it was the smoke she had inhaled last night, maybe it was the effect of the warm water that now dripped off of her body and onto the straw on the floor below, or maybe it was just the fact that last night's bottle had managed to make its way through her. Regardless, Janet found that she was feeling a little bit more relaxed than she actually realized.

Her eyes were closed reveling in the pleasantness, which was why it took her a moment to realize what was happening. It was already too late, her eyes shot open as she comprehended that she was openly relieving herself in front of an enraptured audience. Her cheeks flushed bright scarlet as she stammered momentarily, unsure of what to do as the steady trickle trailed off into a few choice droplets.

The foxes broke out into laughter, the chittering reaching a maximum level of volume as they showed their clear amusement at what she had just done. For some reason she felt slightly ashamed, unsure of what to do or say. The sponge bath that she had been so immensely enjoying had been interrupted by her bladder and she had not even felt the need to relieve herself! But what else was she supposed to do? Trapped and unable to move around she would have ultimately had no choice in the matter regardless. Still, being seen helplessly peeing herself by the very foxes she had dreamed about studying as a kid caused her to feel just a little overwhelmed by it all.

Nodding towards one of her attendees, her eyes still filled with mirth, the motherly fox exchanged a few words before the giggles took over once more. As the fox she had spoken to departed, her shoulders shaking with poorly suppressed giggles, the matron fox managed to compose herself enough to carry on with the bathing.

Still feeling incredibly sheepish, Janet was unable to relax herself to the extent she had before for fear that she might repeat the same mistake. Even as the sponge bath reached its conclusion, a slight shiver setting in that caused goose flesh to course up Janet's arms, she was unable to fully understand what the fox that strode into the tent shortly after was carrying in her arms.

Janet stared at the soft, baby blue cylinder-shaped container and rectangular plastic pillow the fox held one in each paw, standing dutifully behind the motherly fox and waiting for her to conclude her bathing ritual. Several other foxes entered the tent as well, appearing smaller than the others present in the tent. Had Janet not been heavily distracted by the motherly fox unraveling the crinkly item before her, she would have guessed they were juvenile in age.

As a few of the new occupants of the tent busied themselves with reviving the fire from the previous evening, piling various sticks and dried vines into a neat, organized pile in the middle of the stones, Janet finally realized what the foxes planned to do with her.

Having accepted that the foxes had picked up a regular habit of acquiring and stashing as many human inventions as they could get their paws on, she still marveled at the fact that they had somehow managed to acquire adult incontinence products. Incontinence products, now intended to be used on her.

"Shri-vat! Nana..."

The matron chittered, her voice low and calming even as she cast her gaze down meaningfully at Janet's still fully nude nether regions. There was no use to even attempt to protest, the young woman watched helplessly as her privates were doused in a generous application of powder. The scent made its way up to her nostrils, causing an odd sense of nostalgia to wash over her. She grimaced, surprised and unsure how to react. Her cheeks burned as the soft paws of the motherly fox brushed against her sensitive thighs, indicating with a light prod that she should raise her hips.

Unwilling, Janet glanced over to the young foxes who had busied themselves with relighting the fire and saw that one of them was attempting to strike a piece of shiny metal against a darkened rock. Distracted by the primitive technology for the moment, her attention span somewhat stymied by the previous evening's fire, she only realized that the last tape had been placed snugly into place around her waist after the motherly fox exclaimed in a satisfied tone of voice.

"Vra!"

Her ears flipped backwards towards the entrance of the tent, twitching for a moment before an intent, excited expression came over her muzzle.

"Dar-lah! Fex-ihre-nen... Nen!"

Clapping her paw pads together, she motioned with her paws for the sponge bath assistants to exit. Stepping over to the juveniles struggling to light the fire, she whisked the flint and steel out of their paws and with an experienced flick of the wrist shed a shower of sparks onto the kindling which managed to catch.

"Nen!"

Motioning with her paws, she shooed the last of the young foxes out of the tent. Just in time as well, only a few seconds after the last of the orange tails disappeared behind the flap of the tent, it opened up as if blown through by a mighty gust of wind.

Janet gaped. Standing in the entrance with two foxes covered with various patterns of paint on their faces and torsos stood the most regal fox she had seen yet. A majestic crown of feathers, flower petals, and various bird bones and canine teeth strung together into a rippling pattern resembling that of crashing waves graced the noble head of a pristine female fox. Other than the makeup surrounding her eyes and eyelashes much longer than on any other of the foxes Janet had observed, this figure stood completely nude save for the adornment on her head.

She strode forward, nodding once to the matron who bowed graciously, her paws clasped in front of her with a reverently lowered gaze. As the fox matriarch's attention wandered over to Janet, the matron busied herself with dousing the now growing fire with the same mysterious powder from the night before.

Her entourage standing dutifully on either side of the entrance, the noble fox stepped lightly until she was looming over the incapacitated human. Her gaze wandered down the entire length of her body, keen, intelligent eyes surveying her as if she were a prized unit of livestock under her jurisdiction. Janet felt herself growing rather uncomfortable being scrutinized with the intensity that seemed to pour out of the feathered fox.

Without warning, the matriarch reached forward and gently cupped one of Janet's breasts. Unable to pull away, Janet found herself growing slightly aroused at the delicate touch the fox possessed. She felt her piece being fondled lightly, an exposed claw protruding from one of her paw pads drawing a circle around her left nipple that caused her to shiver in a mixture of pleasure and trepidation.

The matriarch's gaze wandered downwards, now onto the freshly applied diaper that hugged the young woman's waist. She groped the front between a paw, Janet feeling the soft, absorbent material stimulating her nether regions in a surprisingly pleasant fashion, despite herself. The paw wandered downwards, until she was squeezing Janet's buttocks through the thick padding. Seeming to approve of the choice piece of underwear, the matriarch reached behind her and snapped her paw pads twice.

A moment later, one of her attendees handed her what appeared to be a long, wooden staff equipped with a menagerie of bits, bobs, and ornaments; a combination of both human artifacts and primitive decor adorning the staff. Most notably, and audibly, Janet's eyes were immediately drawn on the brightly colored baby rattle affixed to the tip of the staff. Following her gaze, the matriarch lowered the staff until the rattle dangled just a few inches above Janet's face.

She shook the staff, rattling the contents of the toy and watching closely to see what the woman's reaction would be.

The smoke was now beginning to rise up in the fire in hot, visible plums of purple smoke. The air became filled with the soft scent of lilac and rosemary, lulling the captured anthropologist into the now familiar foggy state of mind.

Seeing that the rattle appeared to do little to stimulate her prisoner, the matriarch plucked another choice trinket from her staff of many items and held it in front of Janet's nose. Forced to cross her eyes to properly see the object, eliciting a smirk across the female chief's muzzle, the young woman saw that she was being offered a teething ring much like a toddler might use when sprouting its first pearly whites.

They're... Performing tests... On me...?

Regardless of the intoxicating smoke dulling her senses, the irony of what was happening to her was not lost on the young researcher. She had come to the island planning on performing various tests on its inhabitants, and now she was their subject of interest whether she liked it or not.

She felt the cool plastic of the ring press against her mouth, and unable to offer much of a struggle, she was eventually persuaded to part her lips and accept the infantile device. This appeared to please the matriarch, who beckoned for the matron to step forward without taking her eyes off of Janet's slow, methodical chewing.

The two exchanged a few words, the matriarch speaking excitedly and motioning towards Janet's diaper twice as she spoke to the matron. The motherly fox said nothing, merely listening and nodding, adding to the slowly-built repertoire Janet possessed of the fox's body language. It would do little good in the long run, she mused to herself still chewing, as she was finding it quite difficult to divide her attention between the chewing ring and the interaction occurring in front of her.

Janet barely registered the fact that the matriarch departed several minutes later, leaving her only in the company of the matron and the steadily crackling fire a ways to her left. Time seemed to dilate, cramming long spans of time into a few episodic moments of relative clarity. She was aware that the motherly fox was offering her the calf's milk bottle, and that she had dutifully accepted the beverage. The taste of cinnamon mixed with a slight peppery flavor graced her tongue, and before she knew it she was sucking on air having drunk the entire contents of the bottle.

She felt content, listening to the soft murmurings of the female fox as Janet's eyelids grew heavy. The young woman was faintly aware of the net she was bound to being rocked back and forth, lulling her down into a deep, profound slumber.

? ?

Janet awoke a few hours later, barely registering consciousness let alone what time it was as she had only stirred due to the growing pressure in her bladder. The fumes had rendered her mind barely able to understand where she was, all Janet knew was that the discomfort of a bloated bladder would not allow her to delve back into a much desired sleep.

She had tried to get up to relieve herself, forgetting once more that she was still splayed out as if caught in a sticky spider's web. After her limbs refused to obey her, Janet grew impatient and simply let go. It was only halfway through the deed did she remember the choice piece of underwear she had been clad in. Something told her that she should feel embarrassed, helplessly soaking her diaper as if she were no more than a two-year-old unable to escape its crib.

Despite this thought calling out somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she could not be bothered. The warmth of her accident coupled with the relief that came with no longer needing to desperately void herself was more than enough to coax her back into a deep, dreamless sleep.