What Happens in The Gray...
#12 of Diaperfur
Continuation of the introduction, "In The Gray, Noone Can Hear You Crinkle."
<Seraphim> and <Leglass> sat at their usual table in the tavern. This time, however, there were no drinks or food to be had. When the NPC waitress came to take their order, the pair simply ignored her every time. Occasionally they would steal glances at one another, but mainly they just sat there in anticipation.
When <Beverly> finally made it to the table, <Leglass> stood, but sat back down immediately upon seeing his expression. "Not good?"
The priestly ram shook his head, for once not in the mood to roleplay, "Mom and Dad say that they can't contact him. He hasn't answered his phone and no one is home at his apartment." He was referring to his older brother, known as <Robillard> in-game. The goat mage had teleported their party to The Gray almost a week prior and hadn't been heard from since.
"Nothing on <Ralfgar> either. I didn't want to mention that I know him in real life, but I think it's fine in this case...I'm pretty sure he joined the game to impress me or something. I see him from time to time at the gym, but he hasn't been there since they disappeared." the vixen ranger, <Leglass> said, almost longingly.
"Neither has been in-game either. I managed to procure data log files for the two and neither has had any activity since The Gray." <Seraphim> spoke, for once not staring at the tome he always carried with him. He placed his mighty paw on the young priest, as if sensing his pain. After all, the brothers had always been particularly close.
<Beverly> shrugged, not wanting the attention right then. He wanted his brother, not their friend. Even after the game had irrevocably changed them, his brother hadn't changed in his interactions with them. If anything, his brother was more affectionate afterward, often humouring his strange roleplaying tendencies and real-life quirks.
"We could return there, again. Scour the area for clues?" <Leglass> asked, either of them, really.
"Indeed. Perhaps we missed something." <Seraphim> agreed, looking to the small ram.
"I'll be logging off for now. Thanks, guys..." with that, the priest manipulated his menu rapidly, logging out before anyone could throw more pity his way.
Meanwhile, in The Gray, <Ralfgar> was waging a struggle of his own. He didn't know how he got in this cage...or why he was wearing a diaper in place of his leotard, but he couldn't seem to log out anymore.
A familiar looking demon visited him, its eyes speaking of its hunger, although not in the traditional sense. Half-man, half-goat, and a wicked-looking wand tucked in its bandolier, the only piece of clothing he wore. "My my, what have we here? A mighty barbarian? Perhaps his bladder is not so mighty?" he teased.
The black bear roared threateningly, but just then, he felt his bladder release itself as if contradicting the very thing he meant to assert. The experienced player would've tried pulling up any of his skills, but they wouldn't come up on his HUD. And the sensation of wetting was very real. Was he even in the game? In a fit, he attempted to rip off the diaper.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Not so mighty after all, hmmm? They are childproof diapers, afterall."
<Ralfgar> opened his maw wide to roar in the face of the satyr but instead of a roar, he began to suckle on an oversized pacifier that materialized out of thin air from the demon's wand. It too, would not be removed.
"I guess all the fitful cub needed was his binky!" he teased.
The barbarian could do little but blush against the insults. He was becoming increasingly aware of a growing problem in his diaper that he wanted very much to ignore. He knew that he didn't like diapers. He liked women...right?
The satyr pointed the wand as he cackled, almost as if reading the player's mind. The binky began to grow in size and elongate, he was still forced to suckle on it. The satyr winked suggestively as his furred paw went to grope at that growing need in his diaper. Ralf tried to swat it away but the satyr raised an eyebrow. He instantly knew it wasn't wise to continue down that path and shied his paws away, allowing the demon access to molest him while he whimpered, partly in shame but mostly in pleasure.
The walls of the cage began to shrink, probably to prevent the bear from backing off as he had been steadily all throughout the groping. The goat merely grinned sharply, twirling the twig around until the bars were touching him before continuing his sensual assault. This continued until, the logical conclusion, the bear howled against the comically large pacifier in his mouth and splattered his cum inside his diapers.
"Looks like a certain someone needs to be changed." the demon toyed with him.
He wanted very much to retaliate in some way. To deny his submission. To fight off the changes in his body that he knew were occurring. He couldn't find a reason to.
When the bars of the cage simply faded to nothing, he wanted to run, but before he could even move to, leather held him down at multiple points to the table he was now on. He watched in humiliation as the satyr undiapered him, cleaned him up like he would to a cub and then rediaper him. Only then had the bindings disappeared and returned to the cage he'd been in prior.
A warm liquid began to seem into his throat and he pawed at what he knew was a bottle full of milk. He attempted only once to spit the fluid back in denial but the seal around his maw was too good and it merely kept coming.
"I didn't know Barbarians were such voracious nursers," the horned beast mocked, much to the chagrin of the helpless warrior.
All this while, the Watcher looked on in approval at the mage's handiwork. It would've loved to claim the credit, but the deviance in the satyr was borne from <Robillard>'s mind. A deviance that trumped its own. Typically, the Watcher would completely subdue its victims; make them incapable of escape or even resistance. It had to admit this way was more fun.
The treatment continued in short bursts. <Ralfgar>, or rather, Ralf, had no say in the matter. He would be left alone in the cage that, over time, began to look more and more like a playpen. Any escape attempts would be met with typical satyr trickery. When he'd attempted to burrow out of the cage for instance, the moment he reached the other side of the cage, he'd been magically transported right back into the cage, except a pair of pink booties was afixed to his paws to prevent any further excavation. A pair that remained there until he'd ceased any attempts at reprieving himself from his isolation.
The bear grew lonely for company, and eventually began to hunger for companionship as all do. His meetings with the satyr, however frought with molestation they might be, brought him pleasure on a more communicable level. He began to enjoy wetting his diapers just to be changed by the mage and even readily humped into the satyr's paws when he'd come to 'milk' him.
Then, after a few days that had seemed more like months to the warped barbarian, the satyr had let him out of the cage. But he didn't want to escape. Moreover, it was feeding time, and he wasn't feeding him.
Uncharacteristically, the bear began to whimper, and the satyr merely grinned as he pointed down at his furred crotch. Ralf wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't refuse his captor. Without much thought, he found himself crawling over to the demon, crinkling as he brought his maw to the furred crotch, nuzzling and licking until he could suckle on that erection.
This felt familiar. There was no milk, but this had been the case on multiple occasions with the bottle feedings. He simply had to suck longer and harder to get his sustenance each time, and this time was no different. A gnarled set of paws pet the barbarian's hair back as the satyr humped into his muzzle.
Ralf knew that he should feel some shame at this, but on the contrary, he felt quite good, knowing that he was pleasing the mage. He would get his reward soon enough.
And he did, for the satyr gave his 'milk' to the anticipating bear beneath him, petting the bear for a job well done. "What do you say?" the demon asked grinning in his wicked way.
After swallowing up his 'milk,' the bear nuzzled at the satyr's stomach, then looked up at him cutely, "Thank you!"
Those paws scratched at him tenderly, despite his frightful smile. "And here I was hoping you'd ask for more."
This relationship lasted a while too. The bear was no longer confined to a cage, but he was given a collar to wear, and an invisible magic tether would keep him from leaving the room, despite the need for release from the satyr. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to cum without the touch of the familiar demon and he couldn't feed on anything except his bottles and the mage's seed.
Even when he'd seen his old axe restored to him and within plain reach, he hadn't even thought of using it. In fact, there were many clothes now in the room that he simply couldn't bring himself to wear. He felt most comfortable in just a diaper.
As he always had, the mage introduced a new change - a bed. Along with it, there was a condition, however. It was only to be used when he was in the room. At first, they merely laid in the bed together. When the bear got hungry, he would whimper for his milk, in one form or another, and his 'host' would often comply, albeit with a demeaning comment of some sort.
Usually upon waking up, Ralf would be left with an empty bed that he would have to vacate less he face reproach. This time, however, the satyr lay sleeping with his arm draped around the larger bear. He felt a more deep-seated need to please his caretaker. Something hot gripped his body and he began to lap at the goat's crotch, not for the nourishment he had found there, but for the growing need he knew he had to satiate.
The response was immediate. The demon once known as Robillard grabbed the bear's ears gently, but firmly enough to pull him off, rolling him onto his stomach as he twisted the wand in that way he always did. The bear's paws were bound to the bed, though they needn't be for anything except the satyr's own sexual tastes.
All at once, the bear felt the smaller fur's cock inside him, filling him in a way he'd never felt. He moaned and bucked his ass up higher for the dominant mage, the wet diaper beneath him threatening to tear from the built up tension in the ursine's own erection.
"I knew all you needed a cock up your ass," he teased, "small cocked guys like you always need to take it from a bigger male."
Ralf moaned, merely nodding his head and acquiescing himself to the dominant goat. He'd never really thought about it, but the submission felt right to him. He loved having the other male atop him, humiliating him so. Even when he felt the harsh sting of the demon's paw upon his rump, he begged for more.
"Such a bad bear, waking me up before I was ready. Just for that, we're going to have to punish you." the satyr said in that teasing way he always did.
The spanks continued, each slap landing as the demon hilted into the former warrior. Ralf didn't seem to mind, judging by the copious amounts of precum splattering into his diaper each time he felt the combined sting of the two.
"I-I'm gonna cum," the bear moaned as the satyr continued pounding into him, seemingly endlessly.
"Of course you are," the satyr replied, his wicked teeth finding a hold on the bear's back just as he began to feel the first wave.
A loud roar escaped the bear as waves of spunk filled his diaper. And still the satyr plowed into him. It wouldn't stop. Almost as if he were a female, for a good 2 minutes, he continued to ebb out shot after shot of cum, his orgasm endless until he felt the warm seed of the demon fill his insides.
"I think this is a good time to call for a break, then." the mage spoke in no uncertain terms as he brought his wand forth, and everything faded from sight.
Ralf felt very warm right then. It wasn't until he realized that he was covered in his own jizz that he realized why. Where was he? A light subtly blinked in the upper right hand corner indicating that it was now midnight. His HUD? How long had it been since he'd seen that. Why hadn't he seen that?
As he took the helmet off, he surveyed his surroundings. His diaper was warm from his piss and cum, and more than a little of the latter had leaked out onto his stomach. It was strange, but he'd had wet dreams before, although never to that degree.
He shouldn't fall asleep while playing the game so often. How long had he been asleep? He checked his phone. Sunday. He'd finally met up with <Leglass>'s group that Friday. And he had done the same thing Saturday...so he hadn't been out that long. Why had he even wanted to join the vixen's group in the first place? He didn't care for any of them...except maybe <Robillard> of course, but that was more because of a secret attraction...right? His head hurt and he felt confused in more ways than one, but he knew that he'd feel better when he spoke to the handsome mage. It wouldn't be Friday until he could log back on due to work and a strict exercise regiment, but he knew he would enjoy it when he was able to come back on.
Meanwhile, in an apartment several cities away, Robert, the satyr, woke up in his apartment. He wasn't in control anymore, he knew. At least not in-game. And he'd have a hard time controlling that part of him out-of-game if he didn't log on. Still...he couldn't help but enjoy himself as he reminisced of dominating his first barbarian henchman. The first of many he dreaded...and secretly hoped.