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A Dragon for Christmas Part Ten: The Babysitter

"A babysitter!?" Kilmor thought to himself as the news reached his ears. "Great, someone else who drank the Roger Kool-Aid."

It had to be someone Roger trusted, otherwise why involve them? Was it just another way of getting Tyson to believe everything that was going on? Or maybe there was something underneath it all; something Roger cooked up in his twisted brain.

The wolf was grinning from ear to ear. He looked down and saw that Kilmor was wet again.

"Hey there champ. There's nothing to worry about. Millie's going to take good care of you"

Roger was enjoying this way too much. Kilmor knew he had planned this for a long time. The wolf was practically shaking with excitement as he opened the front door.

"Roger! So good to see you again!" The voice was loud and cheerful. But Kilmor knew better. A friend of Roger's was just another enemy added to the list.

"Hi Millie, won't you come in?" Roger responded. He moved aside and Kilmor finally got a good look at the babysitter.

A large fox stepped into the room. She was wearing a white sweater with blue jeans and tennis shoes. She was rather plump and her arms were wide.

"I'm so glad you asked me to babysit. Do you remember the last time I was here? Ages ago and I only live right across the street," she said with a smile.

Roger laughed. "I know, dear. I'm sorry. Things have been quite busy around here. But I'm so glad you were able to come at such short notice."

At that moment, Laura returned with Tyson right behind her. She was wearing a stunning black and white strapless dress with matching heels. Pearls adorned her neck and silver earrings hanged from her ears. Even Kilmor was impressed. Tyson was wearing a white dress shirt and black pants with black dress shoes. He had a red tie wrapped around his neck and to complete the outfit, he had a black

"You look incredible, darling." Roger said as he embraced his wife in a hug. "Now it's my turn to get dressed up. I'll be back in a few.

Roger left the room. Millie gave Laura a small smile, as if the last smile she gave was all she had in her.

"Well, don't you look all dolled up? But I'm sure you have something prettier than that to wear?"

Laura's face twisted in irritation. Kilmor had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. But the wolf mom smiled and said: "Well I didn't want this dress to get jealous, you see." It was obvious she was fighting every urge to pop the fox upside the head.

Millie sighed. "Shame."

Then she turned her head to look at Kilmor.

Millie cooed at the diapered dragon. "So this is the Tyler I've heard so much about? Oh I could just eat you up!" She kneeled down and pinched Kilmor on the cheek.

"The pinching, always with the pinching!" thought Kilmor.

She turned her attention to Tyson.

"Well look at you!" Millie said as she looked Tyson over. "You're getting so big! And now you're a big brother. Simply wonderful!"

Tyson beamed. "Thanks! Do you want to see my room?"

"I'd love to. Lead the way!" Millie followed Tyson. Laura and Kilmor were left alone.

Laura turned to look at Kilmor, who blushed a bit and looked down at the floor.

"Getting a good look?" she said with a smile.

Kilmor groaned. "Whatever. Listen, what do you know about this Millie?"

Laura looked to the bedroom to make sure Roger couldn't hear them. She spoke quietly:

"All I know is that she's an old friend of Roger's. They grew up together as kids and now she lives right across the street from us. I've met her a few times. I have no idea what Roger is doing, but I'm sure you'll be fine."

"She seems to adore you."

Laura frowned. "Don't get me started."

Soon Millie and Tyson returned, with the little wolf still going on about all the items in his room.

Roger entered shortly after. He was wearing a black tux with black shoes and a bow tie.

Tyson ran to hug his father. "Are you all ready, Daddy?"

Roger smiled. "Yup. Let's go." He took Tyson by the hand and walked over to his wife. He offered his other arm and she took it.

Before they walked out, Roger turned and looked back at Millie and Kilmor.

"You two have fun now!" And the door was shut. Now there was just the wolf and the fox.

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Even though it was just the two of them, Millie still insisted on treating Kilmor like a baby. When dinner came around, she made him get into the high chair. She then spoon fed the dragon about three jars of food. She got out a fourth jar and placed it on the table.

"You've been a good boy so far, so Millie's going to give you an extra jar," she said as she unscrewed the lid.

Kilmor was almost glad to have it. He had gotten used to the taste and he was still hungry. He ate the whole thing in no time. Millie cleaned him up and got him down from the high chair.

"Let's go into the living room and give you your bottle." She grabbed a bottle from the fridge and led Kilmor to the couch.

Kilmor felt a small pain in his head.

Millie sat down and motioned for Kilmor to lay across her lap face up. The dragon rolled his eyes but obeyed.

The pain grew and he felt the room move a bit.

He waited for the bottle to enter his mouth, but it never did. Kilmor started to worry. Millie placed the bottle by her side.

"Before you get your bottle, you have to do one thing for Mama Millie," she said as she started to pull her sweater over her head.

Kilmor's eyes grew wide. But he immediately shut them as more pain entered his head. He started to feel dizzy

He opened his eyes. Millie was topless, her furry tits hanging out. "You haven't been breastfed at all, have you? Come closer and I'll take care of that."

Kilmor gasped and rolled off of Millie's lap. By this time, his head felt like it was going to split open. The dizziness didn't subside at all.

He had started to head for what looked like the front door when Millie jumped in front of him. She grabbed him and shoved him towards the hallway. Kilmor was on his knees, trying to get his bearings. He couldn't go for the front door. His exit plan changed.

He was stopped by Millie again as she wrapped one beefy arm around his neck. He tried to break free, but her grip was too strong. And he was completely disoriented. He started to kick and swing his arms.

Out of complete luck, his elbow managed to jab Millie in the stomach. She doubled over in pain and let go of Kilmor. The dragon stumbled forward.

"Can't go back. Keep moving," he panted as he searched desperately for an exit. Kilmor moved down the hallway. He had hoped his luck would stay with him.

And it did. He found a sliding glass door that led to the backyard. He flipped the latch and opened the door. He half ran and half tumbled through the opening until he was outside. He took in a breath of fresh air. He hadn't been outside in months.

"I'm outta here!" He shouted as he began to flap his wings. He was looking forward to flying again.

His luck had been pushed to the limit. His wings felt heavier by the second. It was an effort just to move them. With all of his strength, he moved his wings faster and started to lift off the ground. He was getting dizzier and his headache was getting worse. Kilmor looked down and was already several feet off the ground. He was going to escape.

Until he felt a paw on his leg. Millie had recovered and was trying to pull him back down. Thankfully she still wasn't topless. Kilmor struggled and flapped harder. But he was getting nowhere.

He had no strength left in him. His wings moved slower and slower. His vision was starting to blur.

He felt a pull on his leg and he was shoved back to the ground, landing on the grass with a thud. Kilmor was out of breath and losing consciousness.

As he began to black out, Kilmor heard a voice: "Mama's got you now".

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Kilmor awoke slowly, his head still aching. He found himself in what looked like Roger and Laura's bedroom. A night stand stood next to the bed with a lamp on it. A large dresser was across from the bed, with a TV laying on it. The door to the bedroom had been shut.

Kilmor moved his head a bit. He felt something in his mouth and he moved his tongue around it. It felt like a rubber ball. He looked to his arms and found them chained to the bed frame. His claws were covered in leather mittens. He looked down his body to see that he still was wearing a diaper. His feet were also tied to the bed and were also covered with leather mittens. His body was still weak, but his headache was gone and the dizziness had stopped.

"Is my little one awake from his nap?" a voice spoke as Kilmor heard the door swing open. His eyes grew wide.

Millie was dressed in a tight leather corset with leather pants and high heel boots. She was carrying a riding crop in her right paw. Kilmor grunted and squirmed a bit, his diaper crinkling with every movement.

"Not to worry, dearie," Millie continued. "You won't be going anywhere anytime soon. I'm so glad you enjoyed that last jar of food. I added a little something to give it some kick." She smirked at the dragon.

Kilmor stopped squirming. His headache, the dizziness, all from that last jar of food!?

Millie moved closer and removed the ball gag from Kilmor's mouth. He glared at the fox.

"What the fuck did you do to me!?" Kilmor yelled.

Millie laughed. "Quite a mouth on you. We'll take care of that soon enough."

She took the riding crop and smacked Kilmor across the face with it. Kilmor recovered only to get another smack in the face. Millie continued, moving from his face down to his exposed stomach and legs. By the time she was done, Kilmor had several welts on his body and red spots on his face.

"Roger and I grew up in the same neighborhood," Millie explained as she set aside the riding crop. "I lived next door to him for the longest time. I knew everything that happened to him. I knew his parents were complete assholes. Every day I saw him at school and I felt sorry for him. You could look at him and know he was going through some kind of hell. Finally, he was taken away and put into a foster home. We still saw each other at school and we were best friends. But I wanted to be more than that. I was there for him through all he was put through and I stayed by his side. I should have told him how I truly felt. I realize that now."

She took a breath and continued. "He went off to college and I stayed home and helped my mom with the family business. I got an email from him near the end of his first year. He had met a girl there and was madly in love with her. I was heartbroken, but I wasn't mad at Roger. It was that... that whore of a wolf! She took my Roger away from me!"

She slammed her fist on the dresser. Kilmor jumped and his bladder emptied. "Figures," he thought.

"When Roger came up with this plan, he came to me first. ME! He told me what he wanted to do and he asked for my help. Of course, I agreed to help him. I must say I think I chose the right candidate for the job. You were perfect".

Kilmor shuddered. "What!? What do you mean you CHOSE me!?"

"I did my research. I looked up everything about you. And you met the qualifications. End of story."

"You're the reason I'm here? You're the reason I have to wear this and act like a freaking baby!?"

Millie turned around. She leaned on the dresser. "Why yes. And you are playing the part extremely well. Even now," she said as she looked over at Kilmor's obvious wet diaper, "you just won't stop pretending will you?"

Kilmor struggled against his bindings. He pulled and twisted in every way he could think of. He knew it was pointless, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get at this fox.

"Now, now little one," Millie said as she grabbed a pacifier from the dresser. "Let Mama Millie take care of you. There's no need to fuss."

She shoved the pacifier into Kilmor's mouth. He had tried to resist, but then saw that it was attached to some rope. It was tied behind his head. Another pacifier gag.

But this one was different. It had a taste to it. Almost bitter. His tongue licked the bulb a few times, strangely entranced by the taste.

Then all of a sudden, Kilmor started to relax. He felt his heart beating slower, his anger subsided. Yet he wasn't sleepy. This was a different feeling.

Millie sat on the edge of the bed. She placed a paw on Kilmor's wet diaper. She squeezed, rubbed, and caressed the front. Kilmor's shaft got harder.

"One reason Roger recruited me was because of my expertise in medicine. I run a little herb shop in town and I help out a lot of people. Mostly wives who feel neglected by their husbands. They come in to see me and I give them a little something that will help out in the bedroom. That particular concoction.....is what I put on that pacifier."

Kilmor normally would have screamed and tried to pull away from his bondage. But when the words entered his ears, he didn't even flinch. His mind raced with thoughts.

"What did she say just now? Why am I so calm? This is the most relaxed I have been in all my life."

Millie removed the pacifier from Kilmor's mouth. The dragon didn't say a word. Millie smiled.

"That's a good boy. Let Mama take care of you". She started to unzip her corset. Her furry breasts dangling in front of Kilmor's face.

The dragon spoke softly. "Ma.....Mama?"

"Yes little one. Mama's here."

Kilmor moved closer to Millie's chest. He wrapped his lips around a nipple. And began to suck.

He started on one and then moved to the other. He switched between the two. Millie simply smiled.

Kilmor continued for half an hour. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing. He just kept sucking as if nothing was wrong. It felt so normal to him. Like he should have done this a long time ago. Like.....

Millie had snapped her fingers and Kilmor was brought to his senses. When he realized what was going on, he jerked back.

"Wha....what was.....what did I......garrrgggh!!" The ball gag had entered his mouth again.

"Hush. Now Mama gets to have her fun with you." Millie reached for the riding crop again and started to whip Kilmor.

"Guuuhhhhhh!" The dragon roared from his gag as he felt the stinging pain of the crop hit every inch of his body.

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Kilmor panted. He could feel sweat dripping off of his body. He was breathing heavily and he was sore everywhere.

After two hours, Millie had finally stopped.

Kilmor was in pain everywhere. She had whipped him from his face to his feet and everywhere in between. Every smack she delivered, she taunted the dragon. It had gotten so bad that he had started crying, which made Millie laugh more and hit harder. At one point, she had Kilmor over her knees and started spanking the dragon with a paddle.

Now she was done and Kilmor was positioned in a humiliating fashion. His feet had been undone and tied to the head of the bed. His legs were raised into the air, exposing his diapered rump to the world. He was still holding back tears.

A final swat to his butt and Millie spoke, "Mommy and Daddy will be home soon. We better put you to bed."

A loud gurgle and a blasting fart from his rear prompted Millie to chuckle. "And just in time too! Good thing you're still diapered. She laughed loudly.

Kilmor started crying again. Millie grabbed a pouch from the night stand and poured what looked like sand into her paw. She moved it closer to Kilmor's face and blew. He felt sleepy as more tears fell from his eyes. The dragon succumbed to sleep a few minutes later.

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Kilmor awoke to find himself back in his crib. He moved slightly and found that he had a mess in the seat of his diaper. He whined as he tried to close his eyes, but flashes of his torture by Millie's paws entered his vision. He opened his eyes and looked for his plush raccoon. He found it by his feet and reached for it. The door suddenly opened and Kilmor looked over.

Roger entered the room. He turned on the light and walked over to the crib. Leaning against the side, he smiled.

"Did you have a good time with Millie, sport?"

Normally, Kilmor would have a comeback ready. But he simply laid back down, his back facing Roger.

Roger chuckled. "Well okay then. Have a good night." He turned to walk away.

He stopped and spoke again. "That is what happens when you defy me. Go ahead, try to escape again or fight back against me. But just know this: Millie is just across the street. I'm sure she'd love to babysit again."

Kilmor shook. He grabbed a nearby pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. He started to nurse on it, feeling a little calmer.

Roger continued. "But if you behave like a good boy, then that won't happen again. Just something to think about. Good night, little one."

The door closed and Kilmor was alone. He hugged the raccoon tighter and nursed on his pacifier.

His old life had started to slip away during his captivity. But after today, it no longer existed.