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(Death Warning)

The walk to the Cavern didn't take too long after they reached the surface, and they made there way straight to the Locker room where they clocked in. Connor was after all her apprentice and until she thought Connor was ready to work alone with a client, she'd keep a close eye on him; so, while she slipped into her uniform Connor read through the dossier left in his locker. When she was done she sat beside Connor and read the Dossier over his shoulder. “Who do you have there?"

“Hallon Tharis, a fox, but what's got me confused is the fact that he's into infantile humiliation. Which I don't mind?" Connor started, stretching his neck as he stared at the picture of the red fox with slender almost feminine features. “You don't?" Spera questioned with a perked brow, surprised by Connor's lackadaisy attitude. “No, there's no point in hiding the fact that I like wearing diapers, I know you read the news reports. I'm just a little confused because he's into it too. Which makes me wonder how long he's been on the list of clients looking for a human concubine."

“Well Master Ravinith probably had to change the list to compensate for your likes and dislikes, just because a client is waiting for a human doesn't mean they'll ever get one; if they don't match with the one we have on staff." Spera explained as she flipped the page to continue reading. “Yeah that makes sense, but I wonder if he was into babying his slaves before or after I went on trial, if it was after I can see why he'd want to try it out, but if was before, I'd be just a little surprised. I didn't think Mincridarins had an ABDL community."

“A what community?" Spera asked and Connor chuckled quietly, “Adult baby, diaper lovers… Personally I'm a diaper lover, the baby babble stuff gets really under my skin, and if I ever did it with someone it'd have to be someone special… You know I hope Master Ravinith understands the difference because that could be a problem."

Spera shrugged, “That's probably something you'll have to talk to the Lord Minor about, but for now you should get dressed." Connor exhaled and nodded leaving the dossier with Spera before going to his locker to drag out hanger holding a black crop top, “Mistress, do I need to wear the shirt?" Connor asked holding it up against his armor, “The Dossier said he wants you to wear it,"

“I know that Mistress, but Hallon also probably doesn't know I need to wear this armor, so it just feels a little excessive, plus look at the skirt, don't you think it matches well already?" Connor asked swinging the red and black plaid skirt in front of his hips. Spera fell silent she wanted to say something, but in the end closed the dossier, “Just wear the skirt." She instructed and Connor nodded, wrapping it around his hip and buttoning it in place, before smiling as he pushed hands into small pockets, “It comes with pockets, that's nice." Connor swooned as he swayed in the skirt.

“Stop playing around, and get dressed Connor." Spera directed and Connor sighed, and grabbed the fingerless gloves and slid the red and black stripped sleeve up his arms before draping his legs in tight black stockings. Taking off the skirt for a moment he wrapped his waist with a black leather garter belt with red and black checkerboard siding, before looping the hooks through the fabric tabs on the stockings. Dressing his hips with the skirt again he couldn't stop himself from enjoying out it all felt.

Spera came up from behind, “Here let me help you with the equipment and tools," she pushed guiding Connor away from the locker to grab a small box from a shelf and taking it to the bench. “You know I could do this myself Mistress."

“I know, but I like tying male's up in sheaths." Spera smiled as she spun a pale red chastity cage on her finger. Connor just leaned back and lifted his skirt while avoiding the smiling gazes of his coworkers who were more than happy to pry and watch Spera them work. Connor tried his best to keep his cool under Spera's warm wet lubed touch, but his cock could help but bounce as it was caged in rigid plastic and locked into place with a key Spera kept hidden between her breasts. She exposed a black remote to Connor and pressed a single button and Connor cringed, squirming as vibrators built into the cage pulsed and forced his cock to beg for freedom. She removed her finger and Connor was left panting, he covered his eyes in shame and just breathed, “You just wanted to lock me up so you could do that didn't you Mistress."

“Of course." Spera agreed with no shame, “Now come legs up, the client wants you plugged too." Connor Relented to his position and let his body be manipulated, with a single finger she prepped his ass before slowly pushing in a small plug that became anchored to his taint before the soft sounds of squeezing alerted Connor to the building pressure that bloomed, spreading out to fill every corner in his ass. The plug was locked against his prostate, before the air pump was removed and dropped in the crate. Spera then dragged out the last requirement, a stark white diaper, fat with padding, and she squished it in her hand, causing it to crinkle distinctly thanks to the plastic back that gave it a reflective shine.

Connor sat up but found him cringing as his prostate was milked by the plug that now had a new kind of pressure that pet his bladder's walls. “I can put that on myself." Connor exhaled, but Spera smirked and looked to the crowd behind Connor, “Who wants to try diapering the Apprentice?"

“Mistress-" Connor's hand was batted away, “It says that Hallon doesn't want you to diaper yourself, either he does it or staff member. I'm just following orders Connor." Spera explained, though Connor doubted that she was telling the truth, her smile was too rich, she was enjoying the control.

“The dossier doesn't say that." Connor countered reaching to skim through the folder before it was torn out of his hands, “It's on page three," She pushed, but Connor just rolled his eyes, which fell on the black furred of a wolf, with midnight black eyes and green apple iris', a Demon. He reached out and pinched the diaper from with glowing green paw pads, “I'll do it." His smirk shimmered with a neon haze, his tongue a glowing a green bioluminescence.

“Who are you sir?" Connor asked politely as the Demon's hand guide him back, “Don't you know it's rude to ask for a spirit's name?"

Connor shook his head, “No sir, you're the first one… the second spirt I've..." Connor paused as he counted his answer on his fingers, “You're fifth spirit I've ever met." The fact that Connor had to count on his fingers seemed to insult the wolf, pulling himself back and unfurling the diaper with a crinkling cacophony, “If I can't use your name what do I call you sir?" Connor asked as he felt the Demon lift his ass with subtle ease and slide the diaper into place.

“Emerald, and I'm an Incubus not a demon."

Connor fell silent and stared at the wolf who rubbed baby oil into his paws, “And yes I can read your thoughts, no it's not illegal. I'm only allowed to read your present thoughts, digging into your mind is illegal." Emerald answered nonchalantly as he massaged the oil into Connor's groin. “Spera can you get that marker salve?" Emerald asked, and the doe walked away with out another word as emerald went back to oiling Connor's groin. “I heard that you'll be serving as Prince Romulus' personal Concubine…. I hope you know that was supposed to be my job; and I don't like being replaced." Emerald growled softly as he tugged Connor's balls between his two fingers, the pain was sharp enough to make Connor wince.

“Do you need diapers too, you big whiner?" Spera countered as she returned with the salve, and Emerald glared at the doe, before removing his fingers from Connor's sack and dipping them into the cream, that he smeared on Connor's pubic area to erase the Enos Agaris had written. “Master Ravinith had me in that position since the beginning, and now all of a sudden the human walks in and just steals it out from under me." Emerald snorted as he took a rag to wipe the salve away.

“Sorry Emerald I didn't know." Connor apologized and the Incubus fumed, “Stop being so nice, I just want to hate you right now."

“Are you still going to be working at the party?" Connor asked and Emerald exhaled and went back to slathering the oil on Connor's groin “yeah, I'm still going, but only as a servant. I won't be mating with any of guests."

“Well.. I'm sorry I stole you're position." Emerald glanced and Connor, and his anger punched holes into the bottle of baby powder as he seethed silently in anger, “And you're being honest," he started shaking out powder onto Connor's groin with a bitter aggression. “Would it help to know that I don't really have a choice?" Connor asked as Emerald just glared down at him, dropping the baby powder in the crate with restrained rage.

“Now why would you think that would make me feel better?" He rhetorically asked, “All that says is that Prince Romulus was so pleased by what you did that an Incubus wouldn't compare. I only exist to serve as a concubine and yet he brushes me off for some mortal."

“Well don't you think that's kind of scary?" Connor asked as Emerald just started to fold the diaper, causing the incubus to pause, “Where are you going with this?" He questioned and Connor grabbed his wrists and tugged himself up, “Well like you said you're an Incubus you exist only to serve as a concubine, you live to make people feel unfathomable ecstasy through sex. Don't you think that's scary? Because what if someone did sleep with you and reach the best possible climax they can feel in existence, you pretty much destroy any chance of mating ever feeling the same, or at least pleasant; not some dull experience. Your ass probably would make everyone else's feel like sandpaper, and your cum probably tastes like the finest wine. So I might be a simple mortal that Prince Romulus appreciates but he might be scared you would ruin sex for him forever… He could have picked me just to escape your embrace… Isn't that a better way to think about it?" Connor asked and Emerald was silent peering deep into Connor's eyes, “it's a nice elaborate lie."

“Maybe, but it's reasonable, just because it might not be Prince Romulus doesn't mean your power and body doesn't scare some other mortals." Connor smiled as he pet the Incubi's head, swishing his ears back and forth, “Mr. Floppy ears….so soft"

“I wish I had a Camera." Spera cooed and Emerald glared at her before standing up and pointing to the rest of the room, “So much as a 'flash' and I break you." Emerald exhaled, venting most of his tension before looking down at Connor, “Just lay down."

“Yes sir, Mr. Floppy ears." Connor obeyed with a bright teasing smile.

“I will make you eat your own dick human if you call me that again." He growled and Spera jumped in and flopped his ears back and forth, “You're ears are really floppy." Only adding to his unpleasant teasing.

“When you die, I'm going to make take personal pride in hunting you down and breaking your spirit." Emerald cursed with a whisper, as he finished tightly taping up the diaper, but still taking the time to fix the leg guards, before smacking Spera's hand from his head. “Will you stop that! I'm an Incubus, not your personal pet."

“Thanks for Diapering me Emerald." Connor added just before Emerald was out of ear shot, storming into showers, “You're welcome brat."

“He likes you-" Spera assured with a smile almost expecting to be cut of as she ended herself breath's before Emerald barked in protest, “I most definitely do not!"

“Either way, for the most part you're finished. How does it all feel, anything off, or too tight?" Spera asked, the diaper announcing it existence with a blistering storm of crinkling. “No… I just know my owner would love seeing me in this diaper. I'm thinking I should send him a small video."

“If we're talking video's let me get my camera," A squirrel jumped, standing up and flicking out a tripod as she approached, “I've been wanting to get pictures of our newest human anyways… Come with me."

“Do we have time for this Mistress?" Connor asked and Spera opened a locker nearby that was only partially closed and tapped the panel just inside, “We have thirty minutes, I'll come get you when your Client arrives." Spera waved off.

Connor bowed to show respect, before saying “thank you Mistress," and stepping quickly to keep up with the squirrel who had already left and pushed her way into a room at the end of the hall, her tail serving as a guide flag. A warning cut through the air from multiple directions just before he entered, “Watch you're step!" he barely had time to wince before he realized there were stairs beneath him not a floor. Catching himself on the door frame he adjusted himself and walked down the few steps and into what looked like a decent sized camara studio, with multiple sets and computer stations for editing.

The room was sporadically filled with naked camera people and models working diligently to get the perfect shot, but the strangest person amongst the Mincridarins was the sole human elderly Caucasian women who helped adjust the Mincridarins Cameras.

She barely glanced at Connor before greeting Connor with excited welcome, “Another human, Welcome." Hugging him and smothering his sense of smell with a rose water perfume. Connor returned the spontaneous hug, “You can just call me gran," The old women added before spinning Connor around in a flourish, “How interesting, bold and babyish, armor and diapers, what interesting dichotomy… I'll never understand Mincridarn preferences."

“Gran he's with me." The squirrel waved off, as she set up her camera in front of an empty set.

“Darda, of course, run along." Gran pat shooing Connor away, who obeyed mostly out of shock.

“Gran?" Connor asked when he came up to Darda.

“She's a professional photographer and photo editor that used to work at college here in Las Vegas before it was decimated by Soul-bursts. Master Ravinith hired her after seeing the human porn industry. She's our trainer and teaches us how to take pictures and edit them." Darda explained as she checked her camera. “So you take pictures of your clients to sell them?"

“Or merchandise for products, even ads, we work closely with the Miner sometimes to take pictures for their magazine and newspapers." Darda corrected before finally pulling away from her camera. “Master Ravinith really knows how to squeeze every scent out of his slaves."

“Well, I'd rather do this instead of farming and mining, have you ever modeled before?" Darda asked, Connor shook his head, “No."

“That's fine, we'll teach you how if you stay for more than a week. But for the most part modeling is projecting yourself, your presence and what you're feeling towards the audience. You can emphasize this by magically projecting your soul outwards, do you know how to do that?" Darda lectured, this time Connor could nod, “I learned little bit about it in school."

“Well try doing that," Darda waved Connor onto to white set, and standing under the lamps made Connor feel like he was a new world, separated from reality, it left him nervous and looking at the Lens made him almost feel violated. But he did his best to breathe, and smile and expose his diaper to the camera. He could hear the camera click, “I don't really know what to do?" Connor admitted, and Darda pulled herself away,

“What are you trying to go for, you said your sending this to your Master? What do you want him to feel when he looks at you?"

“I kind of want to tease him," Connor answered and Darda nodded, “Well then think about your owner, relax and just try striking a pose even if you feel ridicules."

Reminding himself that the pictures were Banavi, he took a breath and smiled as he caressed his Aranium and held himself wishing Banavi was there, so it didn't feel so awkward. Connor heard the shutters flicker, and when they stopped Darda took a step back, “It's not the worst thing in the world, but here try this." She assured before picking up a stone teal bean ball and throwing it to Connor.

It wasn't the biggest thing in the world, it just about the same size as a pillow, Connor clutched it to his chest, and Darda paused, “Hold that pose for a moment." She insisted before taking a series of shots. “Well, that's better, why don't you try working with it on the floor," Darda directed and Connor nodded, doing his best to follow her directions, it was strange but holding something in his arms felt right, it gave his arms some kind purpose. Darda pushed him through countless shots, changing out the teal bean back for blocks he could sit on or lean against, or give the pictures so more dynamic shadows. As each pose served as practice that helped purge Connor of his nerves, he was able to open himself and slowly build up the confidence to express himself as he glanced and stared at the lens. As other photographers finished, Mincridarins came to watch and direct even puppeteer Connor's limbs when he didn't understand; Gran assisted and taught a Minor lesson on Camera functions and settings to make the pictures more dynamic before letting Darda continue, critiquing everything from over her shoulder as time went on.

“Connor lean you're head back, just a little, no to far-“ Gran directed, before stepping into the scene to make the adjustments herself, “Now hold it," She ordered before stepping behind the Camera to see the results, she pursed her lips in content and tossed her hand up in dismissal, “It's better, but its still missing something."

“Can I try something?" Connor asked and Gran crossed her arms with a shrug, “Alright,"

“That's going to have to wait," Spera cut in, causing everyone to look at the strutting doe, “Connor, you're client is waiting for you." She answered nodding her head for him to follow.

Connor dragged himself to his feet, and stretched, “Thanks Darda, but you probably can't sell those pictures or use them. This vest is kind of secret, so can you just send the best ones to my Owner?" Connor asked as he picked up a nearby clip board with a stock check hanging from the front. Connor wrote down Banavi's number at the bottom, “Just tell him that they're from me."

“Yeah, I can do that." Darda nodded as she examined the clip board.

“Thanks, and as weird as this was, it was fun." Connor bowed, before Gran reached out and grabbed his cheeks, “Hush, we love new models, there aren't enough concubines that are photogenic. You maybe bad at modeling but you still look good…. Now get going crinkle butt, we have work to do." Gran finished with a pat on the crinkling padding, Connor smiled and shook his head but just as he was walking away he heard whispers over his shoulder. “You know he wouldn't be model for Adult Diapers."

“Get me box of spares, and my owner would love you." Connor interjected, waving his goodbye while Gran smiled, before glancing at her underlings and clapping her hands, “Editing, get to your stations you have plenty to do." She directed, and there was a barrage of, “Yes Ma'am's" as everyone got to work on the multitude of computer stations around the front of the room.

As they left the hallway Connor took a moment to straighten up and take a silent calming breath as he followed Spera around the ring; Connor's crinkling diaper catching the ear of Mincridarins as they passed, their ears flicking towards him, some glancing at the puffed white padding, or sneezing at the scent of baby powder, most said nothing or only spoke in hush whispers. Spera stepped to the side as they came to back of the dining halls, and let Connor take the lead.

Hallon Tharis, was staring out the one-way glass tinted with a black haze, leaning on his right arm, as he watched a sexual escapade between two Mincridarins on the stone bench. However, he almost seemed bored by the erotic display. Hallon's tall slender red vulpine ear flicked towards Connor, before his eyes, he must have been expecting another concubine but when he saw Connor his green eyes went wide, his breath froze as he looked Connor up and down; almost like he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. Adjusting himself the Fem-featured, lean red fox sat up, “You came?" Hallon asked, “I was told you had to cancel."

“Of course I did Master Hallon, and you're right, there was an emergency, but I was able to resolve the matter, so I'm here now… For you Master Hallon; please forgive me for the trouble." Connor bowed, with a formal apology, a half-truth to keep his own personal matter's quiet.

“You're really wearing it… the diaper?" Hallon probed, and Connor stood straight, and nodded, as he lifted his skirt. “Of course sir, it's what you wanted; and I don't want to ever disappoint you Master Hallon." Connor spun softly around to expose his body, softly swinging his hips. “I love the outfit you picked out for me Master, I hope you approve sir."

“It looks great, but what's with the armor Connor? You're serving, not fighting…unless you think you can challenge me?" Hallon joked with a teasing smile, as he accepted Connor's hand and drew the human closer and into his lap.

Connor exhaled with stifled pleasure as Hallon's dense hand groped his crotch and filled the air with distinct crinkling, that was reminiscent of bubble wrap; “I would never challenge you Master. The Armor is just to protect me, my owner demands that I wear it. I hope it's not a problem Master Hallon?"

Hallon stroked his thumb over Connor's caged member, “No… it suits you…. But it seems like your loins have their own armor, are you wearing a sheath?" Hallon asked as he turned Connor to face him, the new position causing Hallon's knee to grind the plug deeper in Connor's ass and push it up against his prostate. The subtle pressure making Connor's balls beg, the tip of his member dripping pre into the padding. With shaking hands Connor had to steady himself by leaning on the wall behind Hallon only because the fox's knee sharply bounced Connor, pushing out a moan that Connor could barely contain. The fox smiled, as he continued to roll his ankle in a circle slowly bouncing Connor, while at time randomly dropping his knee so Connor's ass planted firmly on the plug deep inside. His hands caressed Connor's crotch as he palmed the chastity cage allowing Connor to feel just enough to make his loins bounce inside the cage, but never enough to give him release. He smiled, the cruel fox knew exactly what he was doing and he was loving the human's muffled groans and moans, tender begging whispered into only between his ears. Connor's hands clutched at the wall digging deeper almost cutting into the stone with his fingernails, because he was there but the fox knew… he knew exactly what was happening beneath the diaper, how much Connor was suffering under his palm, it was all in his eyes, he was using his magic to stem flow and bar release. “How rude, such a naughty little pup; do you really think you've earned such pleasure after making me wait so long?"

Connor collapsed to his elbows his chin barely hanging on to the wet lip of his nose; every single one of Hallon's long, deep and quiet breath's rolled down the underside of Connor's chin, down his throat and out along his shoulders. Hallon was in no rush, calm relaxed, everything was under control, Connor was under his control.

“No sir; but please." Connor begged looking into the Fox's piercing blue eyes, his gaze driving a spike into Connor's gut; not in anger but as a means of docile intimidation, he wouldn't bend so easily and didn't like being told what to do, “Sorry sir." Connor apologized and the gaze softened as hand came up beneath the skirt, and only with claws he tickled the exposed flesh just above the diaper. The sensation was torturous, it tickled in that weird limbo where it wasn't enough to make him laugh but hurt, his entire body tensing up bearing down on his own bones, his nerves burning screaming for direction, should it hurt, or should he laugh? His body needed to know.

“That's alright, we can work on your inappropriate begging later." He whispered, his lips just hanging under Connor's ear, before taking a deep breath of scent; something he silently praised, pulling away everything he did coming to a halt. The pause almost as worse as the pleasure because at least his mind was distracted, now he felt the after shock of every single rub, touch and breath echoing loudly on his body.

“I'm sorry to interrupt sir, but my name is Spera, Connor is my apprentice, so for the time being I will be supervising him. If you disapprove of anything I will thoroughly correct Connor at you're command." Spera bowed in greeting before, dragging a small remote from between her breast and clapping it table with her finger, “This belongs to you, it's a remote to control the vibrators in his sheath and the plug in his rear."

Hallon picked up the remote and his thumb danced over the buttons, but he didn't press any of them, he just glanced at Connor, testing his reaction, toying with him. Connor knew how torturous the additions were, and just the sight of the remote made Connor fold under Hallon's heavy gaze that soon passed to Spera, “Thank you." He accepted with a nod of his head, and Spera bowed in return before standing at attention by the border between the booths.

“Hold on to this for me Connor," Hallon ordered as he slipped it into the tight sleeve of Connor's thigh high socks. Before reaching around to grope Connor's puffy butt. “It must be embarrassing walking around looking like such a cute little cub, all dressed up and diapered?"

“A little sir, but everyone already knows. I can't hide the fact that I'm just a little diaper lover." Connor admitted and Hallon nodded, smiling as he rubbed Connor's thighs, before reaching up to pluck off his skirt, “Then why hide it? Why don't you let everyone see what you really are, a weak, defenseless human." He teased and strangely enough the simple lack of skirt left Connor feeling tense, because at least without the skirt it wasn't blatantly obvious, obvious yes, but at least he wasn't pushing it into everyone else's face. Connor tried to smile, but it was hard to hide his nerves, “You're probably right sir."

“Probably?" Hallon stabbed verbally.

“Sorry sir, you're right, I'm just a helpless human who loves wearing diapers." Connor corrected, saying the words aloud made him blush, because though he loved the situation and it made him giddy, Connor had never done anything so blatantly obvious and the tense fantasies tied up his smile.

There was a clap on the table, Spera had just thrown out a notepad, her smirk said everything else she didn't, remaining silent. Connor picked up the note pad, “Have you gotten anything to eat Master Hallon?"

“I had dinner while I was waiting, I wasn't sure if you would show up or not." Hallon stroked, teasing the underside of Connor's neck with his claws, dragging him forward into a kiss, he parted his lips and Connor fell into the passion and let his Master enter and taste the sweetness of chocolate and fried sugar. Hallon grabbed Connor's neck lightly to push himself away, “But I was hoping you would be my dessert."

“Of course Master Hallon, just don't bite." Connor kissed, planting of soft peck on his nose. “But, would you like anything to drink… I wouldn't want you to choke on anything sweet." Connor pushed and Hallon groped Connor's crinkling diaper, the sound alone making the fox smile while the other held Connor's cheek, “What do you think would taste well with my dessert?"

“I would normally say some privacy, but let's just say there's nothing wrong with something soft and creamy. I saw the menu had some milkshakes; would you like one Master?" Connor proposed and Hallon smiled, “That sounds perfect."

“Well let me just place the order, and I'll be right back Master." Connor agreed as he wrote down a note for a strawberry milkshake before getting up to leave. His Master seemed to revel in his anxiety as Connor walked across the room. The white diaper a bouncing cloud that couldn't be missed in the dark environment, pairs of eyes all around the room watched him pass, except one, who grabbed at the lip of the diaper, and dragged his hip back towards him.

“Hheeey little dagger." Warren smiled evilly, the wolf from the Elementary school. “I was wondering if I'd ever see you tonight, Dagia told me you'd be working today. I never thought I'd get to see you prancing about in that cute diaper, how are you little guy?"

“I'm fine Master Warren, it's nice to see you again; can I help you with anything?" Connor pushed out through a terrified smile, because if anyone could make the shift worse it would have been one of Lilen's friends. “Oh, it's nothing, I just wanted to say hi, and introduce you to my mate. …Sanaba, this is that cute little idiot I was telling you about." Warren introduced gesturing to a stunning white feline across the table from him, “He does look good in diapers, who knew cubs could grow so big." She cooed leaning on her knuckles."

“Is there a problem?" Spera interrupted, coming up behind Connor as a defensive warden.

“No of course not, we just wanted to say hello, and to admire this little one." Warren teased as he retracted his finger, before leaning in to sniff his thigh, “Still dry, are you getting enough 'milk' to drink Little Dagger?" Warren asked, brightly smiling as Connor's face burned, “Yes I'm fine, Master, Mistress, please enjoy the rest of your time in the Cavern."

“We will." Sanaba agreed, reaching across the table to hold her mate's hand, before looking up at Connor, “Now that we have a show."

“Well… Then please enjoy." Connor smiled through a terrified grin, before retreating to finish the order. When the order was placed Connor took a break, leaning on the cabinets by the door, so he could compress his anxiety before walking out to meet his client again. Though his short break seemed to only make things worse as he left with a smile that turned into veiled horror as he saw Warren and Sanaba sitting down and talking to Hallon. Connor internally screamed as Warren would only make things worse. However, he couldn't hide in the doorway and went over to deal with the consequences.

Hallon was only pleased, smiling and laughing as Connor approached, the conversation taking a pause as he bowed in greeting, “Sir your order is placed?"

The fox leaned on the table, “You're going to need to place more, we have guests… Little Dagger."

Connor just smiled, “Of course Master, Master Warren, Mistress Sanaba, do you have any preferences for dessert?"

“Chocolate, diaper butt." Warren answered with a proud smile.

“I'll take a chocolate too Little Dagger." Sanaba added, and Connor nodded, “I'll be right back, sirs, ma'am."

When Connor opened the door to the airlock he rubbed his forehead and placed the order like he was supposed to, but turned around to see Spera lingering nearby, “You alright Connor?"

“I thought this client thing was supposed to be a one-on-one thing Mistress?" Connor questioned and Spera shook her head, “When you get a client, they rent you for an hour, they can't do certain tasks based on the parameters of the package, but it's the master's choice how you are used during that time. If they want you to polish another male's sword then you're supposed to obey. We do have limits on how many people any one concubine can be shared with Connor, but until he goes beyond those limits you'll just have to obey… Is that going to be a problem?"

Connor shook his head, and took a deep breath, “No, I can obey, I just wasn't expecting this Mistress."

“Then get back out there and serve your Master, 'Little Dagger'." Spera teased with a smile, and Connor fumed, rolling his eyes, but said nothing else as he froze a smile on his face when he went back to the table. “Your orders are placed, is there anything you would like Master's?" Connor asked, but Warren waved off the offer, while his other arm was wrapped over Sanaba's shoulder, grabbing one of her breasts.

Hallon directed Connor back on to his knee, at which point he started to softly bounce Conn or till he was a weak moaning mess once again. “You were right, Little Dagger loves this." Hallon agreed as Warren waved off the compliment like was above it, “It's nothing, I'm just glad to share what I know."

Connor wanted to punch the wolf and say it was all the wrong information, but moaned instead, just trying to regulate his breath as he held onto the bench for support. Hallon wrapped his arms around Connor's hips. “Warren here has been telling me all kinds of stories about you, and I'm surprised, you are such a naughty cub, Little Dagger." He cooed as he fondled Connor's thighs to steal back the remote and turn the vibrator's on, Connor collapsed and hugged Hallon, squeezing him with everything he could, his head frozen on the soft naked shoulder, the pleasure stealing his breath and making him clench his teeth.

Hallon shifted forward, and wrapped Connor's legs around his waist and under his tail, before rubbing Connor's back, “That's much better Little Dagger, but you're so quite, I thought you'd be more fussy." Hallon pressed, increasing the intensity until Connor moaned into his shoulder, his silence robbed from him as he exhaled, Connor's body shivering as it was on the verge of climax. The tension made him beg, “Please Master; I'm about to cum."

“Really? How naughty, your too young to be doing something like that?" Hallon laughed as he rubbed Connor's back, stopping everything and giving him a chance to recover. “He's so fragile, he really is such a little dagger isn't he?" Hallon coddled, speaking to Warren who chuckled.

“Just be careful he does tend to have accidents," Warren warned and Hallon nodded, “I know, don't worry, I'll take care of everything if this Little Dagger has any leaks."

Warren's smile burned on Connor's back, “You know I'm worried the little guy isn't drinking enough… Little dagger can we get some water?"

Connor hated the wolf's gut, and he had half a mind to make Warren pee himself, right then and there; but Connor knew that this was the hardest part of the job, it wasn't always going to be easy and sometimes it would be humiliating, but that was ok… As long as things didn't go overboard, he could always deal with the consequences.

Getting up from the table on shivering legs, Connor bowed, “I'll get the waters sir."

“Be quick… the little guy is still learning to walk." Hallon joked as he pressed one of the worst buttons on the remote, causing Connor to nearly collapse as everything below the hips shuddered in an avalanche of pleasure that ran up his spine. The vibrator's stopped after a moment and he was able to take just a few more steps before he found himself clinging to a nearby table. The guest stared at Connor in analytical bewilderment, while Emerald, his attendant, only chuckled and smiled, distracting the rhino with a magical kiss that seeped through his rough hide and down to his veins, lighting them up with green bioluminescent light. “Don't pay attention to that little idiot Master, you have me." Emerald moaned through the kiss, dragging the Rhino down on top of him.

The Vibration's paused, and Connor took a breath and tried to steady himself, taking just a few more steps until, he collapsed against another guests chair. The Mincridarn grabbed his hand, “You alright human?" He warmly asked and Connor nodded, “I'm sorry Sir," Connor apologized finally getting a chance to look up and see who he nearly fallen into, a cardinal, the bright red avian impossible to miss. His black talons wrapped around Connor's hand and he stood up, “Here, let me help you."

“I would greatly appreciate that sir…" Connor happily accepted, “I'll be right back Anara." The Cardinal apologized with a bow, but Connor flinched when he heard the name and looked at the seething feline sitting across the table, the mass of scars, the nearly missing ear, only proved Connor's fear, he had just intruded upon a private dinner with the governor of sanctuary hills, “I'm sorry for interrupting dinner Mistress." She only waved him off, and the Cardinal helped Connor into the Airlock. The torturous waves of pleasure from the vibrators only burned twice as hard making every step feel like he was walking on jello, and only when they crossed the threshold of the doors did the pleasure finally cease, and Connor collapsed to his knees, leaning on the wall, panting for breath.

“This is the first time I've seen the tools used to impair one's ability to walk." The Cardinal admitted and Connor looked up at the male as he knelt beside him, he was wearing a Collar he was a Concubine as well. Connor dragged his head forward and kissed his beak, “You're fucking awesome, thank you." Connor added as he panted against the feathered head. The Black Talon's dragged Connor's hand away from his beak, “I'm going to go talk to Spera."

“Ok… I'm going to try and stand." Connor laughed, through his tortured pleasure.

The Cardinal left, and Connor pushed himself up off the wall and fumbled his way to the soda machines where he took a moment to breathe, his forehead burned and he exhaled, deep and slow relaxing breaths to pour some resolve into his legs so they didn't shake so much. He focused his will to stand and fill several glasses, before stacking a pitcher on the tray that he held out in one hand. When Connor touched the swinging door to the dining hall he was nervous and embarrassed, he must have looked like a complete idiot stumbling around like that? But as much as he was ashamed of his actions it was his job to serve, and he wasn't, so he steadied himself hoping for the best when he stepped out into the dining hall.

He avoided looking at the laughing smirks and sultry insults and whispers, but he still felt everyone staring him down following his soft steps back to the booth, were Hallon got up from the table, “Connor, I hope you know that I wasn't trying to hurt you." He apologized as Connor served the water, before smiling at his Client, “It's ok Master, I know. It was a little fun, thank you for pleasing me sir."

Hallon grabbed the tray from Connor's hands and handed it to Spera who was standing just an arm's length away, a stiff glared bearing down on Hallon from the shadows, a warning; but it seemed she had already said what she needed to, and left with a tickling scratch to Connor's neck as she passed, “Byye, little dagger." She whispered with a doting warmth.

Hallon wrapped his arms under Connor's padded butt, and lifted him off the ground with hardly any warning but a smile that flirted quietly; Connor wrapped his arms around Hallon's neck to steady himself. “Your legs must be tired from all that walking little one, want to sit down?"

“Yes please." Connor nodded, and Hallon softly sat Connor down in the booth, as if he was putting a baby into a car seat, before scooting in next to him and pulling Connor's legs up over his own, and locked them into place with a gentle petting hand. Hallon's arm wrapped around Connor's lower back and dragged him just that much closer, before pushing a cold glass of water towards him, “Here, why don't you have something to drink little dagger, you must be thirsty."

Connor could see the conniving glint in Hallon's eyes and caved knowing exactly what he wanted, “Of course sir, thank you." But Hallon didn't let Connor take the cup, he lifted it to Connor's lips and let it slowly drain; if the cup had a nipple, Hallon would have had Connor suckling. Warren watched with his mate, and only passed quiet glances to one another, probably the bastard who gave Hallon such infantile ideas. Water dripped down the sides of Connor's lips and Hallon chuckled relenting the flow for a moment, “Having trouble little dagger?" he cooed, sweeping the droplets from Connor's cheeks.

“A little sir." Connor answered as he rolled his cheeks into Hallon's soft palms.

“Well just a little more," Hallo pushed as he drained the last of the cup before Warren slid his own across the table. “I don't think that was enough Hallon, here, the little guy still looks parched." Hallon nodded in thanks, “Are you still thirsty, Little Dagger?"

“I could have another cup master, thank you." Connor accepted only to find himself funneling water down his throat until the glass was empty. “You might as well let him have mine too, the divine three and all." Sanaba offered and Connor smiled, he could finish the cup, but his gut would be sloshing with water, it'd leave him feeling bloated till he pissed, which was probably the point.

“One more?" Hallon asked and Connor relented nodding, before drowning his gut in even more water. When the last droplet was passed his lips Hallon pat his back, and before Connor could control himself he burped like any suckling infant. Connor burned as he clutched his lips in shame, “Sorry Master."

Hallon tickled Connor's chin, “That's alright Little Dagger, it's ok, you don't need to feel so bad, a little guy like you needs to get burped." He cooed, “isn't that right? Aren't you a cute little cub?"

“Yes sir," Connor whispered hardly able express himself behind hands that were dragged away from his lips, “What was that, Little Dagger? I couldn't hear how much you liked being my little diaper cub." Connor's skin itched under Hallon's coddling, he couldn't look at the fox's eyes or even Warren's who was visibly masturbating beneath the table, thrilled with every moment. Sanaba was just there leaning on her mate just living in the moment and enjoying Connor's torment like it was a TV show.

“I'll always be your little diaper pup sir… I love wearing diaper's sir… please keep me in them." Connor answered and Hallon was all to quietly showing his thrill as he nuzzled Connor, “Alright, if that's what my Little Dagger want's then that's what he'll get… but, diapers are for cubs who can't control themselves; and I have yet to see you use them…are you sure you need them?" Hallon groped making Connor moan into his shoulder his toes curling, while his fingers dug into the dense femme fox's flesh; leaving no scars or cuts but a sensation that made Hallon laugh. “I think my little guy is at the clawing stage, he's digging into my back… let's fix that real quick."

Hallon dragged Connor's hands away from him and before Connor could really figure out what was going on, his hands were stuffed into black mittens that warren seemed to have been hiding the entire time. “There, now you won't hurt anyone with those claws… Hugs." Hallon cooed, opening his arms to let Connor embrace him.

Connor fumbled around in the mittens, he stretched his fingers, or rather, tried to; they were locked tight with simple buckles. Leaning into his Master, Connor hugged Hallon and felt his slender fingers grope hard and deep, the pleasure forcing Connor to hug the fox's small frame tightly. The weak pressure only made Hallon smiled, as he relented just for a moment, and then Connor felt a soft sensation that spread through the diaper as he started pissing into the padding. Hallon's powers dragging it out with soft motions, his smile was warm and knowing. He kissed Connor's ear, “Doesn't that feel better… you must have been holding it for a long time, your diaper is so squishy now."

“Yes sir, I'm sorry about wetting myself-" Connor apologized before he was hushed by the proud fox who shook his head in reassurance, “What are you apologizing for Little dagger, isn't this what you wanted? Don't you want to wear and use diapers like the little diaper pup you are?"

“Yes sir," Connor quietly agreed as he rolled the padding between his legs, his balls loving the warmth of his enforced accident and the hand that rolled it all into his groin. Hallon smiled, “That's what I thought Little dagger, now why don't you just relax… Here, let's lay you down for a nap." Hallon manipulated Connor till his head was on the soft lap of the fox… facing his groin. The fox was erect and waiting, “Here you can suckle on this," Hallon chuckled as he guided his dick to Connor's lips, which parted willingly. Connor dragged his head closer, so the tip was just settling against the back of his throat, before closing his eyes and suckling on the dense dagger.

Hallon exhaled and pet Connor's head with a protective assurance, “He's so sweet and gentle, this was a perfect idea Warren, thank you, and the mittens were an excellent idea Sanaba."

“It's nothing, I just thought I should share what I know. Dagia loves talking about this little dagger and her cute little pup. She talks so happily about cubsitting him that Sanaba and I are thinking about finding a diaper girl for ourselves." Warren answered blissfully as he poured the glasses of water, their conversation happening as if Connor was actually asleep.

“Do you know where I could find one?" Hallon asked and Warren sighed, “No, sorry… I've been meaning to contact Banavi Newport for help. He's the one who owns that cutie."

“If you find anything-

“I can help sir," Connor admitted but his face was smothered by Hallon, “Hush, Little Dagger the adults are talking, just go ahead and take a nap." He corrected and Connor just rolled his eyes and obeyed, “I'm sorry about that, as I was saying, if you find anything please tell me."

“Of course, I'd love to help, and if things work out maybe we could set-up some kind of playdate between our two little ones?" Warren proposed with a chuckle.

“That would be fun, maybe we can make it a small party and invite Dagia and her little pup, and this little guy." Hallon added and Warren laughed happily, “Yes, we have to do that, but first we actually got to find our own little ones."

Hallon tapped Connor's ears, “of course, the hardest part, but this is my phone number and email." Hallon stole Connor's note pad and scratched his contact details, while keeping one hand gingerly on Connor's head; the paper was torn free, “And this is mine and Sanaba's, if you find anything you can call or text either one of us." Warren accepted before pushing it back across the table.

“Thank you, if you have time this weekend, I would love to get some coffee and hear more about what you know."

“We can do that, but we should invite Dagia, she knows more than either of us, and she's kind of learned the rules from Banavi. I would say we should invite Banavi too, but I've heard he's going to be working overtime to make up for lost days." Warren agreed and Hallon sighed, nodding, “Of course."

Connor felt a soft lurch in his mind, and a single phrase, “Order ready." He flinched at the telepathic delivery, “Master, your order is ready." He had to drag away the hand before he was silenced again. Hallon relented and helped pull Connor to his feet, before slipping the remote into his stocking. “There, keep that, I don't want you to trip and hurt yourself… Do you want me to walk you to the kitchen?"

Connor shook his head, “Thank you Master, but please let me serve you… I'm a big boy." Connor blushed as he finished, but the fox pinched his ears with a bright smile. “Alright, we'll see. When you're done maybe I'll slip you into a new diaper."

Connor's hair stood on end thinking about being changed in public, but he smiled, “Master my diaper is still so dry, it can last awhile. You don't have to worry about it. I'll be ok…" Connor tried to evade, but Hallon just kissed his nose, “No," his answer was so simple, complete and terrifying, it left Connor weak in the legs. “Yes sir." Connor relented hugging out a nervous shiver before leaving with a smile, bow, and spanking from Hallon who said nothing else, instead his ears just listened to the crinkling cacophony that followed Connor.

The air lock was breath of warm air, picking up another tray Connor loaded up the order for his table, making sure to check the card against the map on the wall before leaving.

However, just about halfway back to the table something slammed into Connor's head, and the milkshakes smashed against the glass floor, shattering into hundreds of pieces as he collapsed to his knees. He held his head as he silently screamed, he couldn't breathe, not because he didn't have the air, his lungs just paused, they wouldn't move. The throbbing spike of pain that tore into his head pushed him deeper into the floor and his ears started to ring, as if choir was screaming in his ears. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't hear, but he could feel and see Emerald rolling him onto his side and trying to talk to him, while Spera collapsed just behind him holding him close. Then his vision collapsed as if someone had just shut off a tv, and then just silence… just darkness and complete utter silence.

But then there was a soft glimmer of light in front of him, a blurred frozen illusion, still and silent. Connor reached out and took hold of what looked like a green railing and it turned to a swirling mist of particles. Connor looked around what looked like a patio for an apartment complex blurred by what could be best described as bad eye sight, the details were there but behind a fog of corrupted colors and details. But he looked at the green door standing in front of him, the handle was red hot, but when he tapped it with his finger it just swirled away. Sweeping his hand over the surface, he corrupted the spectral illusion, and exposed a burning room, filled with a roaring fire.

Stepping forward, Connor stepped through the door way, his feet kicking up swirling particles of fire. There was a female human standing over the bed holding what liked a single edged long sword. Calling it a katana wouldn't be right because the blade was twice as thick and had no bent rolling edge. This black scaled looking blade burned with a pyroclastic energy, as lava rolled through the edge of the blade. Connor felt his mind dragged constantly to the sword's edge, which probably meant that this was the stolen soul sword. But who was holding it? Connor came to the front of the bed and looked at an eastern woman with an erotic blissful smile, she was staring at something and Connor looked at the bed and beneath the flames he could see a writhing body, someone being burned alive. But the women seemed corrupted by something more than the blade, whose energy was seeping up through the veins in her arms. A deep purple bruise covered her heart, and its violet poison was spiraling out and seeping into her right jugular vein.

The illusion soon collapsed the color draining away from the scene until Connor was left only in a black abyss, silent and quiet until he heard the soft ripple of water in front him. He felt the touch his toes and looked down at his hands, the glowing tattoos rolled over his skin, and he looked up at the Quartermaster who stepped out of the shadows, his own tattoos mirrored on her scales. “What's going on?" Connor asked and the Quartermaster waved her hand and the darkness swirled overhead like a planetary rotation, to expose the ocean and beach of Connor's soul scape.

“That was a vision Connor, this was the message we've been waiting for, a clue about where the soul sword is and who is using it." The Quartermaster answered, and Connor sighed, “Well ok, I can get that but why the hell did it hurt so fucking much?"

“I'm sorry," The Quartermaster started, before taking a breath, “I had no idea it would be that bad. Everyone is different, so it's something I need to adjust… The first time is always the worst, but I promise it'll never be that bad again." She assured reaching out to kneel and hold Connor's shoulders, who nodded somewhat thankful. “But why did it hurt so much?"

“It's complicated to explain because it referring to types of magic that you can conceptualize, but essentially, it was a message from the God of Fate, you aren't blessed with a divine sight or divination abilities so it was forced into your mind, and the reason it hurt was because you mind was struggling to understand what it was sensing. However, if I intervene to limit the pain the visions have on your mind that means, they'll become distorted or corrupted. The information will stay the same but you won't ever see the whole setting like that ever again, just fractions. So, it's a balance, do you want to feel pain to understand everything, or feel nothing and see nothing?" The quartermaster explained weighing the options in her hands.

“Ok, I get it." Connor nodded, seeing what the catfish was trying to push, “I want to help, I really do. I promise I will, but please I can't go through that again. It hurt…ok. I don't mind a dull headache, or throb but not that, never again."

The quartermaster nodded, and leaned on her knee, “ok, I'll work on it, but we won't know for certain how the changes will feel unless this happens again, so it might take a couple tries to perfect."

“Great…but this might happen again?"

“Until I can stop the leak, figure out who is stealing from me, it's possible this will just keep happening. I'm sorry but yes, you must keep your guard up, and know that we know the soul sword is being used. You need to find that chain link again and keep it on you at all time. No matter what, ok?" The quartermaster agreed with a dispassionate sigh.

“Alright, I understand, is that everything." Connor asked and the Catfish nodded, standing up.

“I really am sorry, if I knew the vision would hurt you that much I would have suppressed it." The quartermaster apologized again and Connor nodded, “Just please don't let it happen again."

“I won't I promise," She finished before diving into the ocean, the tattoos fading as she left, and with both the immortal gone and the tattoos, Connor walked through the beach house and through the front door. He was blinded by sharp white light and cringed dragging his hands away to swat at the flashlight that burned his eyes, before rubbing them. His head ached, but it was dull throb, a minor inconvenience to what he had just experienced.