Meeting The "Family"
While Chalenor was changing, Tropic and Beacon heard a crackling. One that suggested something electrical had broken. Curious, Beacon decided to investigate, finding the source to be a small flood in the hallway, arcing with electricity as it crawled through the corridor. "Is that?" He began."But he disappeared almost a year ago!" Tropic exclaimed, gaping at the spill.Their curiosity was sated as a striped creature walked through the electric water, immune to its effects. He smiled brightly at the two personalities, a sky blue tiger with bright yellow stripes. It was Shock, a tiger whom no one had seen in ten months.Chalenor finishes zipping and buttoning the jeans up over the fresh diaper, giving himself a look-over in wonderment of the clothing's ability to completely conceal the thickness of the padding, and, bringing his shirt back completely down to its normal resting position, he walks around a bit, deciding he quite liked how much less bulk he had to deal with now.A sudden commotion of voices outside the room makes the dragon's fox-like ears perk, and he snaps from his inner thoughts, immediately heading back outside the room through the door, curious as to what was happening.The dragon enters the room to see a group hug having broken out between Beacon, Tropic, and some other fur. He's not entirely sure who this is, but Beacon explains the moment he sees Chalenor enter the room."Oh, Chalenor." he said, "This is Shock Likwa, one of Frostbite's helpers, whom had disappeared last May." The tiger offers his hand, which is curiously arcing with electricity, for Chalenor to shake.As a cautious personality will be cautious, Chalenor just eyes the paw, showing obvious hesitation. "It's...not gonna shock me if I touch it, is it?" he asks, referring to the hand as he stares at it, surely not calling the tiger an "it.""Maybe it will, maybe it won't. I'm not going to tell you." Shock responded cryptically, "Think of it as a trust exercise." the tiger holds his hand steady, awaiting the dragon's decision. Beacon and Tropic merely looked on, curious of how much Chalenor trusted others.The nervous dragon bites his lower lip unconsciously again, but does reach out to grasp the offered hand, not wanting to disappoint anyone. However, his attention is focused solely on the moment of connection between the two limbs, obviously not completely trusting of the entire transaction, as the way he had been treated for so much of his past had taught him to always expect the worst. The master had tricked him with offers of kindness one too many times, only to immediately betray his trust at the moment the dragon thought he was being sincere.It's apparent that he's tense, as his hand finally reaches the tiger's, carefully grasping it, as his muscles are tightened - not for fighting, of course, but ready to take any pain he might receive. The tenseness was a natural reaction to even the smallest
of dangers for him at this point, not something he could really control.The tiger notices the tenseness in the dragon's arm, visibly showing sympathy. The electricity harmlessly jumps from Shock to Chalenor, tickling him if anything, "Trusting little fellow, eh?" Shock says, raising an eyebrow curiously, "Just so you know, I know the way this place is, and the last thing Frostbite wants is anyone here hurting anyone else. Or anyone hurting his friends at all." he broke connection with Chalenor's hand.Chalenor relaxes and nods a little, showing acknowledgment of Shock's words and letting their hands part ways.A sound similar to something burning and the smell of steam is suddenly present. The group notices the water rapidly steaming and dissipating, disappearing into the air. A black six-tailed kitsune shows in the doorway, eyes agape. He has flame markings on his arms, legs, tails, and ears that are actually dancing in the slight draft of the room, "Shock? That's really you?" the kitsune hugs the tiger, crying. "I thought you were dead." his tears transferred to his flames growing fiercely. He grabs the tiger by his shirt, "Don't scare me like that!""Calm down, Heatstroke, I'm okay." Shock said. The kitsune turned to Chalenor."Who are you?" he asks."I'm Chalenor. Just arrived here, pretty much. Frostbite, um...rescued me," he says, hoping that was a common thing to be said around this place, so that his context was understood."Heh, just like Frostbite." he responds, "Of the ten of our personalities, his is the compassionate and sympathetic one. This entire facility was made possible by his generosity and compassion." he turns to the tiger, "This fella was Frostbite's first helper.""Oh, that reminds me, Heatstroke." the tiger evaporated into steam, the cloud doubled, and recombined into two furs: Shock and another one, this one a leopard with deep red fur and black spots, "This is Maaghma, basically my version of you.""Wow, it's suddenly starting to get crowded in here, huh?" the blue dragon jokes, referencing to how, every few moments, they'd be joined by yet another person. It just seemed a little amusing to him, if not also a little intimidating. He wasn't very comfortable in larger groups, after all, he was only used to being around one or two people at a time."We probably should go somewhere else anyway." Beacon said, motioning the group to follow, and another trek down the hall ensued."So Chalenor." Shock said, "It is Chalenor, right? Anyway, how's it feel being a part of all of-" he was cut off by Heatstroke suddenly swearing."What the hell?!" he shouted. What the hell was correct, for there was a pitch black chipmunk with giant insect wings, a black widow marking glowing on his back, four arms, and wearing nothing but an obviously wet diaper. He was flying above the group's heads and wielding four honeycomb daggers. But that wasn't what Heatstroke was swearing
about, oh no, "Widowwing, where the hell did this demon come from?" The demon in question was ten feet tall with three barbed tails whipping behind him. Bees were buzzing around the beast, administering an electrical shock everywhere they stung him.Chalenor, assuming Widowwing was with them from the choice of garment between his legs, focused, instead, on the huge beast. The whole ordeal was a very strange sight to him, and it made the dragon wonder if these sorts of things would be events he'd eventually become used to during his stay in this place. At least he still felt safe in this particular situation, being with this group of furs, all with what seemed like very useful abilities. He still chose to keep his distance from the action, though, not really a fighter, himself."Well, it appears you get to see what we do on a daily basis." Beacon sighed. He conjured a bow made of light from thin air, readying an arrow of the same substance in the same way, and releasing it into the demon's chest."Daily basis, huh? How does something like this get inside here? Or rather, how does anything at all get in here? I don't believe I ever saw the entrance, since, you know, I was kinda, erm...teleported in, or something."Shock had summoned a puddle under the demon, igniting it with lightning, while Beacon answered the newcomer's question."There are no doors by design. The only people who really ever want to leave can teleport, and they always come back. As for the demon, well I wouldn't really say he just walked in." he explained. "Tropic, call for Frostbite! I need to make sure no one gets killed!" the dragon nodded, tossing razor sharp leaves towards the beast while, unbeknownst to Chalenor, was telepathically urging Frostbite to "get his feline ass over here.""Arachnis nethera!" Widowwing chanted, opening cracks in the ground with his voice, winged spiders flying forth to bite the demon whom was, unfortunately, enduring all of the attack while summoning an army of ghouls in both directions of the corridor."It's an Undead Commander!" Beacon exclaimed, turning to Chalenor, "I can sense that you're not a fighter, so I have something for you to do." A fur had shown up behind Frostbite, who was quick to freeze the atmosphere into two one-handed swords.The dragon, who obviously wanted no part of the fight, clearly looked more nervous, and he nodded somewhat bashfully to Beacon's comment on his non-combative tendencies. Years in strict captivity didn't exactly nurture that sort of skill-set, after all."Come on, we need to get out of here." the other fur, an otter, urged Chalenor.Chalenor turns to the otter who had spoken to him. "Right!" he acknowledges with an affirmative nod, already looking ready to follow, despite not ever having met them before. He was much more willing to trust this otter with his life, than stick around here with the others and be a target for the enemy, which would
definitely make him a source of further duty on his new friends, who would've needed to split concentration to protect him from any of the multiple ghouls looking for an easier kill in all the chaos.Chalenor followed closely behind the otter, who was wasting no time at all running down the hall. Being thirteen years old gave him an amount of energy most furs didn't have. The very noisy sound of a certain undergarment was evident, however. On the way down the hall, the two came across a walking corpse that had been summoned this far down the hall, "That's not good." the otter commented. The air on his back seemed to ripple like ocean waves and a scabbard that seemed to be made of a massive seashell appeared on his back and he drew a sword of the same material: a sort of porcelain white with lavender stripes, made entirely of shell. He decapitated the minor demon and kept running, checking to make sure Chalenor was still following and commented, "I wish that Ghoulcaller would go to hell already."He was too distracted with looking behind himself that he didn't notice and ran into another ghoul, whose head was immediately sent flying behind Chalenor and down the corridor. "Fuck you, motherfucker." the otter swore, instantly regretting it, his eyes going wide and his hand clapping over his mouth, but he had already said what he had. He suddenly winced, holding his stomach as if he had just had a cramp. "No fair," he complained, "I was attacked!" He whimpered a bit more as he continued running, Chalenor following curiously behind."Hey Bluey," the otter barked, "think you could use those wings of yours to fly us to room L154?" Chalenor looked at the room numbers, noting that, from this direction, the room numbers were descending, L's on the right and R's on the left. They just passed room L301 on the right side of the corridor. The dragon nods to the question, clearly not being emotionally affected by the decapitating kill. If there was one thing he was used to, it was watching things that would make most furs gape their mouths in shock or grimace and look away in disgust. His long history with a cruel master of a few enslaved furs, besides him, had made sure of that."The name's Chalenor, by the way," he mentions, picking up the otter from behind, his forearms coming from under the otter's armpits to cross at his chest, securing him to his own body, as he launches strongly from the floor, wings already outstretched to begin beating them high enough to be out of physical attack range from anything below."Yours?" Chalenor continues. "Oh, and, what was that about back there? I mean, you grabbed your stomach. Are you okay?" he questions, flying the otter at a good clip faster than the speed they had been running at.The dragon had his suspicions from context, but wanted to be sure he wasn't just assuming anything. It seemed to him that using strong language had a punishment of sorts, as he remembered back to
when he was just with Tropic and Beacon in that one room. But, whatever caused the punishment to be able to manifest was unknown to him.The otter doesn't interact with Chalenor the entire flight, blushing immensely and the smell suggested he needed to be changed badly. The moment Chalenor put him down, he ran into the room and sat in the corner, hugging his knees. His visible attire was a pair of sky blue sweatpants with white strings and a hoodie with the same color and a white zipper and strings. His fur was a light brown, and his tail had specks of blue in it.Chalenor tried to move closer, but got no closer than five feet when the otter erupted, "Don't come closer! I get it, you're Chalenor, you have no last name and you're 22 years and 26 weeks old!" the otter began to tear up, "I'm Oscar, and I'm here because Frostbite gave me this alternative to the juvenile detention center. I almost drove someone to commit suicide because of their life choice, so I'm being punished for it."Being a very kind-hearted dragon, by nature, Chalenor wanted to go near the fur to comfort him, obviously already aware of what had happened earlier, from his scent during the flight, but had paused at the sudden outburst, waiting for the otter to finish with everything he wanted to say so suddenly. He wasn't too surprised at the fact the upset teenager somehow knew his age. With the other things he had already witnessed today, he was coming to expect just about anything from these furs.Frostbite then materialized from the vapor in the air, immediately noticing Oscar, "Morning Oscar, sleep well?" the otter merely glared at him. "Oh come now," Frostbite protested, "It was either this or much worse. I'm trying to help you, you know."The dragon seemed sympathetic towards the boy, about to say something, but was interrupted by Frostbite's arrival. So, instead, he waited for them to finish their short exchange, before starting, himself. "Oscar? Do you feel sorry for what you did, as in, you wouldn't do something like that again, and not just because you're being punished for it?" Chalenor was curious if the otter was still his old self, who would do those sorts of things, or if he had realized, by now, the wrongfulness of his actions, and truly regretted them.In case you're wondering what kinds of things he did," Frostbite began, "He's a bully, a liar, and a thief. The bully part is the reason I'm punishing him, and the thievery part is why he's here." Frostbite stood near Chalenor and continued."I'm in no position to punish liars or thieves, being both myself. However, I can't stand bullies, especially when they drive their victim to attempting suicide." Frostbite whispered in Chalenor's ear, "He doesn't know this, but I know he likes the diapers, even the fact they force him to mess himself whenever he curses. I know it may sound a bit cruel. Thing is, I'm not even punishing him. He just thinks I am. I'm merely trying to
comfort him, since bullies often need comfort due to their own issues, hence why they ridicule others.""I've told you a million times," Oscar said, sulking, "I've learned my lesson. I just wanna go home. I want my mommy! I want my daddy!" He began sniffling, on the verge of tears, but Frostbite's ears went flat on his head and he looked away, obviously knowing something and was keeping it from Oscar."Um, Oscar," Frostbite said, stooping in front of the otter, "your parents are dead, killed by a demon shortly after you arrived here.""What?" Oscar said, tearing up more, "Y-you're serious, aren't you?" He began crying and hugged Frostbite, who picked him up and held him like one would a toddler.Chalenor's ears were lowered, as well. He could definitely imagine how the otter felt right now, and he wouldn't speak of the reason for that. He would've simply hugged Oscar, too, had Frostbite not already picked him up. The dragon settles for rubbing the crying fur's back, as the tiger keeps him held."That demon you mentioned..." Chalenor begins his question, looking at Frostbite. "It wouldn't happen to be the same one that just attacked us, would it? And what happened after we left? Is everyone okay back there?" The dragon seemed genuinely concerned for the well being of others, even if he wasn't familiar with them yet. Frostbite forced his age to twenty two so he could carry Oscar more easily before answering, "The demon that killed his parents wasn't a Ghoulcaller, and I know that it's dead. After all, I killed it after watching it kill Oscar's parents." the tiger began to rub the otter's head to try and calm him down. Oscar may be thirteen, but he acts like he's three."As for everyone fighting that other demon, it's already dead. We killed it before I came in. It's easy to do when one of the strongest wipes out his entire ghoul army in one storm of icicle stalagmites." Frostbite walked towards the changing table that just happened to be in the room. "I saw you two flying. Did Oscar tell you to take him here?"Chalenor nods. "It was about right after he cursed and clutched his stomach. After picking him up, I had asked if he was okay, but he was silent the whole way here, until I let him down. That's when he ran into the corner.""That means he must've messed himself in the hallway." the tiger pondered, "I say that because this is his room, believe it or not." Oscar was asleep, so Frostbite continued explaining the otter's situation. "I know Oscar doesn't appear to like being treated like this, but I also know it's only because he's hiding his childish side, putting on a guise of maturity and independence. It's also why he bullied that poor kid. He was jealous of his victim, who needed diapers and wore them to school. Oscar, according to the government, no longer exists. I made arrangements for him to disappear so he could stay here, where I know he wants to be."I'll ask him some more
questions when he wakes up, and maybe you can comfort him, saying you know how he feels. I sort of do, but it's different since I actually outlived my parents." Frostbite quickly changed the otter, disposing of the diaper in the pail beside the table."So when are you going to ask Widowwing to regress you? Everyone pretty much knows you want to be younger, and no one will judge you. Don't be like Oscar and hide it, Chalenor. Your shyness will subside, I promise.""E-everyone?" The dragon blushes and looks down, his tail fidgeting behind him. "Tropic and Beacon told everyone what I said? Well, I don't want to try and hide it, I'm just shy, as you said...I guess I'll ask when I next get the chance to. I feel like I'll actually be less shy about being diapered if I'm a lot younger, you know, so it's that much more appropriate looking. But, I s'pose it isn't just that. I kinda feel I'd be more comfortable and happy around others for some reason...""For one, Beacon and Tropic didn't tell anyone, and by everyone I meant everyone you should bother worrying about." Frostbite tapped his temple, "I have telepathic connection with my alternate personalities, so as soon as I know something, they'll find out pretty quickly."Also," Frostbite added, "anyone that I didn't tell that knows either found out from someone else or had observed you with their powers. No one here can read minds, but if you think a thought loud enough in your head, some of the others can hear it." The tiger picked up Oscar and laid him in his crib."Let's find somewhere else so we don't disturb Oscar. He needs the sleep." Frostbite walked out of the room, waiting for Chalenor to follow before shutting the door. In the hallway, Frostbite began walking in the direction of where the demon was, Chalenor following close behind. "An amazing place so far, isn't it? Mecha worked really hard designing it. This is only the North wing, first floor, so it has the shortest numbers. Any other floor has a number for the floor before the R or L, and any other wing has a letter indicating the cardinal direction in front of that number."Also, Chalenor," Frostbite remembered, "we're going to have to punish your 'master' because I can't stand knowing he's not learned the repercussions of his actions. Did he have any other slaves besides you?"The dragon looked slightly up to the ceiling as he answered, continuing to walk with Frostbite. "Indeed, he did: three others. Two, however, were sold off just a couple weeks ago, as Master was going into debt with his constant gambling. One still remains with him now, and I'm afraid I'm unaware of what became of the other two. I'm not exactly clued in on much when it comes to Master's business. The only time I was privy to information from him is when he vented his frustrations in front of me. Furthermore, I don't even know the location I was kept in. Anytime I was taken out, it was always with a blind and disorientation
shot."Chalenor looks down now as he maintains his pace, continuing to speak. "Do you have some method of finding them? I'm sorry I can't be of much help. Master was somewhat careful when it came to keeping us on a need-to-know basis. I didn't even get his real name. He's just had us call him by that title.""I assure you we can find them. Though it pains me that there are those that don't understand that someone can only control you as much as you let them."If you can give an accurate description of your fellow slaves to Mecha, he might be able to locate them. Same with this 'Master' who seems to be the king of jerks at the moment." A feline growl could be heard from the tiger's throat. "Mecha, c'mere please." he said with his eyes closed, only saying it out loud to warn Chalenor.Upon Mecha's arrival and short exchange of greeting between him and the dragon, Chalenor described the four in question."Well, to start with, they're all dragons, including Master. He only had a liking for, um...well, other male dragons." Chalenor fidgets with his tail, looking uncomfortable as he said that."Master is basically red all over, with thick, yellow-plated scales going down his forehead, snout, chest and belly, forearms, tops of his hands and fingers, and on his thighs. His overtail has many long, sharp-ridged scales sticking up from it, as do his elbows. He's much bigger than us - perhaps around eight feet tall, with an overall muscular structure, as one would have if they worked out with heavy weights a lot. His wing membrane is a noticeably lighter shade of red than the rest of him. He tends to gamble with underground fight matches, as far as I could tell, from his seething venting around us.""Then, there's Kairan, the last one to remain with him, currently. I bet Master's taking my absence out on him at this very moment..." Chalenor trails off to shake his head, before getting back on subject. "Kairan is nearly in the middle of my height and Master's, and is mainly a dark orange, with many dark-red, tiger-like stripes going across his arms, overtail, and thighs. Starting from his muzzle, his body's secondary color is like a cream, which travels down his neck, chest, stomach, and undertail. He has a brown mane of fur, starting from the top of his head, down to about a fourth of his tail. He also has scale plates going down just his snout, which sorta look like mine; they are a lighter red than his tiger-like stripes. His wing membrane is a darker cream color than his secondary color."Frostbite leaned against the wall as he listened to Chalenor talk, the ferrokinetic rabbit mentally recording the descriptions for his albino skunk opposite, Abstract, to draw up. Frostbite continued staring at the floor and his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the description of Kairan, but was behind Chalenor so the dragon didn't see this and continued with the two his old master had sold, Frostbite suppressing the
urge to growl knowing that these poor reptiles had names and were still treated as nothing."As for the two whom are no longer with him as of a couple weeks ago, one was Banner. He's a little shorter than me, and has an overall bright orange scale color, with purple scales beginning from his upper neck, which continue to travel down his chest, stomach, and undertail. His wing membrane is also purple, and he has a spiked, purple mane that starts atop his head, and continues down his neck, stopping at the start of his back, almost level with his shoulders. He also has some snout scale plates, but they are an even lighter blue than my own. I'd say they are brighter than even his main bright-orange coloring.""Lastly, there's Zavyx. He's the same height as Banner, and has black scales for his main color, with a lime green starting under his chin, going down his chest and belly, but stopping somewhere before his undertail. His wing membrane is a light purple, and he has a light purple fin-like thing atop his head, which travels to the back of it, stopping before his neck. His arms, legs, and tail are adorned with bright-green tiger stripes, sorta like Kairan's, except they are also patterned in the inners of his arms, behind his thighs, and on his calves. He also has them all around his black tail. The tail has three black spikes coming out from atop it just after the base."Chalenor takes a noticeably deeper breath, hoping all of what he said was sufficient for finding everyone."Chalenor, this may sound ridiculous," Frostbite started after the dragon finished, "but Heatstroke has found someone matching Kairan's description exactly. Same place, in fact, where I found you. No doubt I'm probably going to be forcefully regressing the mastermind of this cruelty, by the way.""As for the other two," Mecha added, "Their first names, thank God, were unique enough to narrow it down pretty slim, and I've found two that have the names and are together, and, thankfully, are being cared for." The black rabbit stopped talking, rubbing the back of his head. "We can get the other two first thing in the morning, it's getting late. You can share Kairan's room, if you'd like, but you still have one more thing to do before going." As if on cue, a swarm of insects crawled from the cracks in the walls, combining into the chipmunk that had been summoning the flying spiders.Chalenor looked quite relieved at the mention that his three companions had been found, especially Kairan, whom he was closest to.During his stay in Master's basement, Chalenor happened to share his allocated cell with the biggest dragon of Master's slaves, Kairan, and they had plenty of moments to talk and get to know each other during the downtime, or when they were told to do something together."Six years old, was it?" Widowwing asked. "Oh, and Mecha, someone broke five of the computers in E5L089."Banner and Zavyx were also held in another
shared cell together, so it was good that they were still together. Chalenor could only imagine how sucky it would be to be separated from the most trusted person one had and still be enslaved alone.The dragon, in better spirits now, answers Widowwing's question with a small nod, his snout flushing lightly at the same time."You're kidding, right? I'll fix them in the morning, I'm tired." the rabbit sighed, a glowing green grid rolling over his form. He dispersed as if he were a computer program."Then we'll get right on it!" the chipmunk announced in a childish manner."Well I'm going to sleep. Night." Frostbite said, walking away, "Oh, and try not to wake anyone, but room R444 is a baby and adult baby supply room. Feel free to drop by there if you want a pacifier or something." his voice carried down the hall a bit, showing evidence that he was growing younger until the voice stopped at the age of three and the figure bounded off on all fours."The quicker we do this, the quicker you'll meet Kairan again!" Widowwing said loudly, immediately clamping his own hand over his mouth, looking around cautiously, "Well," he continued, whispering, "let's do it quietly." His wings began buzzing, and he lifted himself to look Chalenor in the eye.He offered his hand as if he wanted to shake, and Chalenor nervously took it. "Keep eye contact with me, Chalenor. Just focus on the pupils of my eyes." Widowwing stared with a focused, almost uncomfortable, stare. Chalenor saw, in his peripheral vision, that the doorway to Oscar's room was getting much taller. Or rather, as he assumed, he was getting smaller. The chipmunk only blinked after he was done, backing up to admire his success."And that's how it's done!" Widowwing said cheerfully, "Your clothes even regress with you!Chalenor had looked down at himself, admiring his smaller form with a smile, just before..."Hey," Widowwing whispered devilishly in Chalenor's ear."Race you to the storage room! Eat my dust!" he announced, taking off with surprising speed for a three year old with giant insect wings. The regressed dragon, obviously not used to being in a much smaller body, doesn't take off flying, like he normally would, as a young one could take quite a bit of damage from a high-speed collision with something, and he certainly wasn't confident enough to test his flight control so soon. His weight ratio was likely thrown way off, and the handling would be much different. So, instead, he chases after the swiftly fleeing chipmunk on foot."Oh, come on, Chalenor! How are you gonna have fun if you won't risk anything?! I'll catch you if you fall!" Widowwing called, noticing the dragon preferring feet to wings, "It's not as much fun on the ground! Especially when there's a Rhino Rolly-Polly chasing you!" Widowwing had summoned a giant armadillo beetle and made it start to roll after the dragon, "A shame you chose not to fly!" the chipmunk
giggled and fell back to watch Chalenor's thought process. The numerous spontaneous tests, Widowwing thought, are probably getting to him. He's bound to get it sometime."Wha'?!" Chalenor looks behind himself, seeing the dangerous thing coming straight for him. "Are you crazy?! And we were just told not to wake anyone up!" the now frantic dragon yells even louder than Widowwing and his summoned creature's rumbling noise as its armor rolled obnoxiously against the hard floor.Obviously, his natural reflex was to spread his wings and push off the ground into the air to escape a ground-based attack, which he did manage to do, but wasn't prepared for the beat of his much smaller wings to not move nearly as much air underneath them. Even with his lighter, hatchling-like body, the wings at this stage weren't as proportionally large to his body as they should be for proper flight, as was common with his particular dragon species, causing him to lose the small gain of altitude quite quickly, and land on all fours, his momentum forcing him to run like an awkward feral for a bit, until he could throw his balance back to his feet.Looking behind himself again, seeing the armadillo thing gaining on him at an alarming rate, he knew he wasn't going to outrun it, and another flying attempt could just result in the same failure. It was time to change strategy.He suddenly shifts his stance to face the what was behind him, skidding to a halt, his sharp toe claws scraping harshly against the floor as they dug into it to help cancel his impetus. He then does something he hadn't done in a long, long while now, and for good reason; Chalenor's "Master", with his lava resistant scales, had been immune to it, so it had only served to earn him a cruel punishment before.Taking a quick, but deep breath, he ignites his inner flame, spewing it forth from his muzzle at the offending thing, his own energy being quickly converted to fuel it. The dragon's flames were as blue as his body, and the mass and range of it looked quite impressive for a hatchling. The trail of fire travels for several meters, surely giving the beetle enough time to decide it was heading in the wrong direction now, if it didn't want to be burned quite severely by the natural weapon of a dragon, which was easily several times hotter than your everyday, military-issued flamethrower. He knew not if it were going to deter his pursuer.The flames went right through the beetle as though it weren't there.Seeing the dragon's confusion, Widowwing began snickering a little. "Sorry about that," he said, the beetle dissipating into a rainbow-colored mist, "When Abstract and I get together, hilarious pranks usually ensue, and we know just how to make someone wet themselves."The mist condensed into the shape of a skunk and solidified, revealing a skunk of about five years old, but carried himself as though he were much older. He was pure white with
the only markings being rainbow-colored, shimmering stripes down his back and along his tail. He was only wearing a white hoodie with a rainbow-colored design and a black shirt underneath along with a diaper that looked like it should be worn by a two-year-old fur, not a five years old skunk. He was carrying a massive paintbrush with a tip that was shimmering different colors. He offered his hand to shake, his rainbow kaleidoscope eyes spinning in random intervals in random directions. Everything about this fur screamed "Colorful!" and "Chaotic!""Name's Abstract Artair. I believe you're the one whose friends are the next targets for rescue." the skunk said with a voice whose calmness and politeness completely contrasted his appearance with his unkempt, snow white hair. Even his shadow wasn't dark, but was a rainbow of colors. "Also, the trio of us know how to give the perfect illusion to make one wet themselves from fear. I cause the illusion, Widowwing reads the fear of our prank's victim, and Nightshade induces fear into the illusions." he added.The small dragon was panting lightly as his attack dissipated, feeling warmer between his legs and somewhat off-balance as he felt the dizziness from burning so much energy so quickly. Hatchlings weren't supposed to have that much control over their breath-weapon yet; he only did, because he had his experience with using it in the past, as he was physically older. However, this only meant that his greater attack ability drained more energy than his little body was actually ready to give up. Also, the offensive power still wasn't close to anything he could've produced with his adult form.At least he was still able to stay standing, and grasped lightly to the hand offered to him to shake, waiting for the skunk to finish speaking, and noticing how cute he looked with the more childish choice of diaper he was wearing. "So, who's Nightshade?"A purple set of eyes watched from the shadows, but immediately disappeared whenever Chalenor tried to see them.The purple eyes that evaded Chalenor's made eye contact. And the eyes knew that Chalenor felt fear from them. Out stepped the figure whom the eyes belonged to, and it could feel the shock in Chalenor's mind when he saw an exact copy of himself, only with purple eyes and a confident, smug smile on his face. He obviously had a deviousness behind his eyes. "I'm Nightshade." it said, smiling all the while, "Though, of course, I'm disguised as you. You'll have to gain my trust to see who I really am." The dragon fraud dissipated into shadow, leaving an eerie atmosphere in the hallway.Abstract looked annoyed, "Ignore him. He soundproofed the hall for our little prank. He also has trust issues, so be patient with him. As for your wings and breath...your mind will naturally rearrange your strength to make it easier to use either so you needn't worry." the skunk smiled, "You look like you could use a change. Kairan can help you
if you'd like, but you need sleep. He's also six years old as well, so there is that.""Your room is S4R913." Widowwing added, "Complicated, I know, but I'm sure you've had how this place works explained to you. The main wings intersect in a large room past their rooms R000 and L000.""Have a good night's rest, and if you meet a husky with an ear encased in gems, tell him to go to bed. Abstract's orders." Abstract advised, "That doesn't work, then threaten to contact Galestrom. Only we call him that, so he'll think you're one of us and obey you.""Last thing." Widowwing concluded, "Those two are the last of us you've not met, and they are a doozy to interact with. At least Crys is, the husky. Gale's a snow leopard, and they have powers over earth and air, respectively. Crys is careless and wild, Gale is calm and caring. And at that, I bid you farewell." Abstract merely became the colors of the background and faded from the scene, and Widowwing dispersed in a swarm of flies.Chalenor had wondered what the skunk meant by he looked "like [he] could use a change" since that should've been hidden under his jeans, but didn't bother to ask. It wasn't important to him now. He had just been given Kairan's location, or at least, that's what he assumed, as he was told earlier that he could share rooms with him, and he couldn't resist immediately taking off towards that room, wondering if the naturally bigger dragon had been put through as much as he was in the past hour here."South wing...4th floor...room 913, on the right in ascending order," the quick-paced dragon deciphers the room code given to him in his mind, glad he was, indeed, told of the system, as he really didn't want to get lost in a place where demons somehow showed up, and even its own occupants were out to frighten each other with various pranks."Hah! I win again!" a voice is heard towards the wings' meeting point, and Chalenor picks it up perfectly in the hollow, empty, palace of a facility, "How 'bout best 715 outta 1429?""We have been going on about this for months, Crys." a definitely canine voice sighed, same direction as the other voice, which sounded like the owner of the voice was seven, "I want to take a break from Pokémon versus Husky. It is getting old." It was apparent the deeper voice was very precise in pronouncing his words and didn't seem to know what a contraction was, while the younger voice was pretty much shaming the English language in almost every way possible with contractions and slang.Chalenor pads along the corridor more quietly at hearing the voices, identifying Crys by what he heard from the other fur. He's not exactly sneaking, though, as he still wants to meet back up with Kairan as soon as possible. It wasn't as though he could, anyway, with that crinkling under his pants.The dragon nonchalantly enters the space of the two, observing each of them. "Crys?"The dragon calls out into the darkness,
catching the pair's attention. He can't see them, but the one with the deeper voice can."Crys, it is that new guy, Chalenor." the deep voice said."Is eht, Matty?" the younger voice answered. Sounds of footsteps could be heard and a pale green light began to glow. The light appeared to be attached to the arm of the younger one.The blue dragon's eyes actually pierced darkness extremely well from even the smallest light source available. To him, it seemed the glow bathed quite a large area in its green radiance.The light showed the two unknowns' faces and revealed a husky covered in a peridot gemstone on his arms, legs, and left ear. He was only wearing a childish diaper like Abstract's, and looked to be seven years old.The other figure was a Mightyena. His name was apparently Matthew and the only unique about him that Chalenor saw was his skill with the English language, "Hello there, Chalenor." the Mightyena greeted."Hiya," he returns softly to Matthew, then looking to Crys. "Abstract wishes to tell you that you should be in bed now," the dragon confidently informs the husky."Figures," Crys muttered, "always ruinin' da fun, Abstract n' Gale are. I was gettin' bored anyway. I only gots one more stop ta make, and I will. Wanna come along?"The dragon seems hesitant and anxious to continue on to his destination. "Um...well, I really need to go see someone right now..." He rubs the back of his neck with his right hand."Well, I wanna get ta know ya, seein' as how yer new here." the husky countered, hopping onto Matthew's back, "Plus, ya might wan' sometin' from dere." He offered his hand to help the dragon onto the Mightyena's back.Chalenor lets out a small sigh of resignation. "Alright, but we gotta be quick about it," he says, letting Crys help him onto the Mightyena.The dragon was pretty tired already, and really just wanted to go meet up with his friend to make sure Kairan was okay and get some rest. He also didn't want to be in any trouble for still roaming about, especially with the husky, who was supposed to be going to bed, too."Aight, Matty, ya know where ta go!" the husky told the Pokémon who proceeded to dash back the way Chalenor had come, speeding down to a room Frostbite had told Chalenor about: R444. The storage room. The Mightyena didn't look the least bit drained from running to the 444th room in the hall from beyond zero and just stood there, waiting for the riders to get off."Here we are!" Crys announced. A sound of whirling wind was heard, but Crys ignored it, conjuring a set of keys from the gems in his left arm and inserted one into the door, opening it. The ring seemed a bit odd. It only had five keys on it, but one of them opened this door, and there are thousands of rooms in this place. The door swung open, revealing every child's and every adult baby's dream room. There were shelves upon shelves of childish things, ranging from,
individually wrapped, pacifiers to boxed baby bottles to the adult versions of both to multiple sizes of plush toys. Crys giggled a little in excitement, "No matta' how many times I come here, I always git excited seein' all da toys!" He bounded over to the pile of stuffed animals, digging around for something."Ya wan' sometin' from here? Like a plushie or a paci?" he called over his shoulder, throwing stuffed toys here and there and almost everywhere but never getting close to the door.Chalenor would've normally blushed in shyness of accepting an offer like that, but now he felt oddly appropriate to be nodding with a smile to the husky as he too got down from the Pokemon and entered the room, joining Crys in looking at all the brightly colored things. It was likely because of his new age that he didn't feel as awkward letting himself give in to the more babyish things around others.He idly wondered if Kairan had gotten anything like this yet. He knew the larger dragon would appreciate these things too. Just in case, the smiling dragon grabs two each of the bottles, pacifiers, and plushies - two differently colored feral-looking dragon ones, to be more specific, having to hold all these things in between his arms and chest to be able to carry it all at once.Crys stopped throwing stuffed animals and looked at Chalenor, bursting out laughing at what he saw, rolling around on his back, "Let me help you wit' dat." he said after he stopped with his fit of giggles. He climbed on the shelves until he reached the top. "And just so ya know," he called down to the dragon, "Frostbite design'd dese shelves ta withstand over a couple tons."The husky began swearing as he looked around, quickly, it appears, beginning to hate himself, "I completely forgot...scared of..." was all that could be heard. I sigh of relief was clearly heard, however, when he found what he was looking for, "I found eht! Now how ta git down...""You climbed up there without knowing if you could get back down?" the dragon questions the husky as if he were silly.Chalenor giggles back at him now, placing his stuff down to try something again. Spreading his wings, he jumps up, giving them a good enough flap to reach and grab around Crys from behind, managing to pull him away from the shelf with whatever it was he had taken, and descend somewhat slowly back to the ground, not really landing softly, but it was pretty well off, anyway, considering just before he could only get a single flap off in the air before being brought back down by gravity. Turns out it's a bit easier to get the hang of flying with all the different variables again when you aren't having to concentrate on not being rolled over at the same time.The husky clings to Chalenor, hugging him for longer even after they landed, "Did the others not tell you about my personality? Careless. I often forget my limits, and one of them is a fear of heights...thanks, here's what I
was getting." he appeared to have dropped his childish lisp and handed the dragon a strange one strapped backpack that had glowing, pixelated purple markings on it, "This is an enderpack. It's basically a bottomless backpack, so you can use this for your items or anything else you would need to keep in there."The wind then picked up even more, and solidified in the doorway. The room was well lit, so they could see that it was a leopard. "Crys, you should be in bed." it said."I know, Gale. I was getting a replacement plush since my other one fell into a volcano. Remember?" Crys muttered.Chalenor can't help but giggle a little at the sheer absurdity of the husky's statement, wondering, in what circumstances, would one be able to accidentally drop a plush in to a volcano, especially if they were afraid of heights to begin with."Yeah, Crys was also showing me to here so that I could bring back some things for myself and Kairan," the dragon mentions as he begins putting the aforementioned items into the enderpack, helping Crys with an extra explanation for still being up this late.The husky hugged the dragon, "Tanks again for da hep." he said sheepishly, his lisp returning, "Let me take you ta Kairan's room, it's da least I could do.""Be sure to go straight to bed after." the fourteen-years-old snow leopard said. He was wearing a pure white hoodie and snow white wind pants. One couldn't tell if he was padded or not."I will, Air Head, don't worry." Crys said, jokingly using one of his nicknames for Galestrom."Just hurry, Husky Butt." Galestrom fired back, using a nickname he often heard Frostbite call another of his friends. The husky bounded over to the Mightyena, and Chalenor just noticed that Crys had regressed a bit more since he climbed the shelves. The husky hopped on Matthew, offering Chalenor his hand.Zipping closed the enderpack and putting it on his back, the scalie once again lets Crys assist him onto Matthew, happy now that he had met these two along the way. He felt like they were quite fun to hang around.During the ride back, Chalenor rubs at his eyes, letting out a big yawn, which would definitely be heard by his new companions, ready to fall asleep as soon as he had the chance to lie down."You might wanna hang on tight," Crys advised, "Matthew, Extreme Speed, room S4R913." The Mightyena's fur started glowing slightly, and the hound Pokémon took off at highways speeds toward the destination specified.Chalenor hugged himself to Crys as Matthew's fur began glowing, legs squeezing at each side of the Pokémon he sat upon as the speed drastically increased, the room doors flying by in a blur to the dragon's currently unfocused eyes.Within seconds, they had ascended stairs, ran past doors, and arrived in front of the room that supposedly contained Kairan with a skid. "Night Chally, git well rest'd, we hafta rescue yer friends tomorra." Crys said,
mockingly saluting the dragon after Chalenor had gotten off, then riding Matthew off into the distance...of two doors. He stopped at this door and opened it, going in with his Mightyena companion.Chalenor smiled at the two as they entered their room together, before opening the door to his own shared room, immediately being pounced by a hugging dragon, dressed in only a diaper, similar the Chalenor's own, and a plain white cotton t-shirt, as the newcomer tried to enter."Chal! I've been waitin' for ya!" the dark orange dragon announces excitedly, as he nuzzles the smaller one with his orange snout.Chalenor giggles happily, hugging Kairan back. "I thought maybe you'd be getting it bad for me being gone, but I'm glad to see you also made it away from him," he says with a smile, clearly referencing the master who had kept the two dragons for so long."Hey, what's in that?" Kairan asks, gesturing at the bag hanging from the smaller dragon's shoulder."It's got a few different things, but for now..." Chalenor trails off to shut the door and pull the enderpack from his shoulder to unzip it, retrieving only the two pacifiers, and taking them from their individual wrapping. "I just really wanna get some sleep," the blue dragon finishes, handing one of them to his friend.Kairan smiles, taking it and confidently placing it into his maw without a second thought. He always was the less shy one, which encouraged Chalenor to do the same.The larger dragon heads over to the bed, getting the blankets ready to be slept under, as the smaller gets off the jeans and hooded t-shirt, preferring to sleep without them. Of course, this meant Chalenor's obviously wet diaper was visible to Kairan as the orange dragon turned around to face the smaller one again.Only giving Chalenor a light smile through the paci in his orange muzzle, Kairan goes up to the little dragon, not even saying anything, but taking his blue hand and leading the blue scalie over to the designated changing area meant to be accessible just for little ones, like the two, who wanted to change themselves, except Kairan has the slightly embarrassed draggy lie down instead as the orange dragon begins to do the changing for Chalenor.Not a word had to be spoken between them throughout the task, Kairan expertly completing it and helping the lightly blushing hatchling back to his feet, before they both headed and got into bed together after turning out the main light, the bigger of the two snuggling the smaller one close under the blankets, treating Chalenor like Kairan's personal life-sized plush, as they both softly suckled their pacifiers, eventually falling into a peaceful sleep.Back in the other room, Crys closed the door behind him, the wind solidifying into Galestrom once again. The room look like it could obviously house ten furs, and every one of the leaders of the facility were there: Frostbite, who was asleep on his bed at three years
old, wearing nothing but a very childish looking nighttime diaper; Heatstroke and Beacon were teaming up against Mecha and Nightshade in Magic: The Gathering, and it looked like Heatstroke and Beacon were winning; Abstract was doodling away in the skunk's sketchbook, drawing who knows what; Tropic was resting in the dragon's leaf hammock, snoring loudly, and wearing nothing but an adult diaper that looked like it had been thoroughly used; and Widowwing was staring at the card game intently, enjoying every second."I see everyone's here." Galestrom commented.Heatstroke scoffed, "For once," he said, staring at Crys, "so what are we doing about the other two dragons, what were their names, Banner and Zavyx?" The kitsune looked around the room, then deciding that everyone should be awake right now. "Frostbite, Tropic, get up, it's a meeting.""I don't wanna, 'm tired." Frostbite complained without opening his eyes."You know my response." Tropic said without moving from his position, one leg dangling over the edge, swaying back and forth."Plus, Mecha said he recognized the housing the two dragons were in, and that it was that of a friend." Frostbite added, looking as if he were talking in his sleep."I guess that solves that." Heatstroke sighed, "Oh, and Mecha? Swing for 30 damage, you lose." he added, turning his cards in conjunction with Beacon to win the game."Of course you'd win, you've got the life hoarder on your side. Seriously, only Beacon can get his life total to 1000 within a few turns." Mecha muttered. Crys suddenly realized how tired he felt and climbed into his cavern of a bed that was designed to look like a jewel mine, falling asleep quickly."I'm gonna call it a night as well." Beacon said, regressing to the age of ten before changing into what looked like a Goodnites diaper for furs and getting in his bed with a glowing base.The other six that were still up agreed on the same thing, all regressing to their most comfortable age and changing, if they needed to, before going to their respective beds. The lights suddenly dimmed themselves in the room, and all that could be heard was snoring...