Careful What You Wish For | Chapter 16 [Comm] (Patreon)

Chapter 16: Must Come Down

Muarauder was left to his own devices for a period of time he was sure felt longer than it actually was. Occupied by nothing else than the protrusion still rubbing against his prostate with every wiggle and strain, he was eventually able to stop the bouncer from bouncing him up and down by keeping as still as he possibly could.

Despite that, it took a fair amount of discipline to keep himself frozen. Every few minutes, he would feel a cramp in one of his thighs or calf muscles from the strain, forcing him to stretch it in order to relieve the tension. This, of course, would cause him to bob gently up and down via the suspension, much to his bottom’s chagrin.

Without the others present to witness his discomfort, the momentary span of privacy felt even more cruel a punishment than when he was on display.

There he was, left secured and unable to escape much like the baby everyone was playing him up to be. And at this point, what else should he have expected? He had been delivered to them wearing little else but his bonds and a thick, obnoxiously crinkly diaper.

As he thought about it, the silence of the large room he was in only occasionally punctuated by the soft hum of air conditioning starting up, they had treated him more as a sex toy than a helpless baby during that day.

Although the punishment he had had to endure was an episode that had left him exhausted, the attention had been something he had been sorely missing. Nanny did little more than behave as if he were a barely sentient organism, more of an object that required maintenance than a person. Though this was part of the treatment, the objectification of such a role had left him wanting.

His rumination was cut short before he had the opportunity to fully delve into retrospection when the doors to the room opened.

Miss Ropel strode in. The no-nonsense expression on her muzzle reminding Muaruader of the expression that Nanny wore most of the time. Without stopping to acknowledge him, she pushed the stroller that he had arrived him up to him before pushing the brakes into position with a push of her footpaw.

Reaching up, she loosened some of the straps holding him up until he was able to gain a foothold on the concrete below him. As the bouncer straps collapsed around his feet, he felt a welcome sagging in the backseat of his diaper as the base of the dildo was pulled down by the force of gravity. With the suspension cords no longer keeping the pressure up on his backseat, Muarauder let out a small sigh of relief as the dildo retreated a few inches from his insides.

“Turn around.”

Miss Ropel’s tone was matter-of-fact, but not sharp. Muaruader obeyed, allowing her to loosen the straps keeping his sleeves wound around his torso. More relief, this time as he felt his armpits relieved of the pinching of the canvas fabric. As the straitjacket portion of the bouncer was removed, the bouncer had been fully removed. Miss Ropel pointed with a paw at him when Muaruader shifted back to look at her, speaking.

“Stay still.”

Then she smirked, the corner of her lip twitching as she added.

“And bend over.”

Muaruader did as he was told. He felt a waft of cool air hitting the top of his buttcheeks as the back of his diaper was pulled back. With the pawpads of Miss Ropel brushing against his fur, he felt her pull his diaper around the top of his thighs revealing his behind and the base of the dildo protruding between his cheeks like an unwelcome wedge.

“Breath slowly.”

Muarauder did his best to slow his breathing, but the expectation of relief that would come from the removal of the plastic phallus from his rear end made it difficult. He was a little taken aback, having expected the three to be cruel enough to leave it in him for him to be reminded of it as his stroller rode over every sidewalk crack and path bump.

He did not complain, though he winced and he felt his eye twitch in response to the slow drawing out of the object. The ridges situated on its sheath rubbing against his prostate was an experience that sent shivers running down his spine.

But at last, it was removed. Feeling as though he had been hollowed out like a jack-o-lantern, Muarauder tentatively drew his legs together as Miss Ropel tugged the waistband of his padding back up to his lower back.

The timber wolf had little time to take inventory of the newfound looseness of his tailhole, as Miss Ropel snapped his fingers and nodded with her chin towards the stroller.

“Sit.”

Easing himself onto the seat, as an overwhelming sense of soreness washed over him, Miss Ropel wasted no time in buckling him back in. The familiar pressure of the five-point harness keeping him snuggly in place came as almost a welcome relief compared to the bondage he had withstood that day. Content to allow himself to be carted off into the lobby, Muaruader suckled on the pacifier in his muzzle for comfort, a habit he had grown accustomed to.

Waiting for him was Pops. Reclined in a leather armchair situated next to a few couches, the African Wild Dog was in the midst of conversation with Miss Lacey with his back facing Muarauder. Looking over his shoulder, Miss Lacey’s eyes lit up as a smile spread across her petit muzzle.

“Well if it isn’t the little one we were just having a little chat over. Come say hello to Daddy!”

Though muted, the encouragement was likely more intended as a teasing remark than a request. Pops turned with an amused expression on his muzzle to meet eyes with Muarauder. The pup felt exhausted, and deciding that he had little reason to make an effort more than he had already been put through Muarauder only blinked in response.

He wanted to go home, if anything. Back to his crib for a long, long nap… And hopefully something to eat, though it would likely be even more atrociously flavored baby food. Muarauder needed something in his stomach.

“And how was my little princess today? Did she behave?”

A twinge of anxiety made its presence known inside of Muarauder’s stomach. He was at their mercy, as always, unable to defend himself no matter what they told of him due to the pacifier bulb keeping his muzzle permanently occupied. The pup glanced from wolf, to ferret, to cat in an attempt to gauge what they would say.

To his surprise, it was Chip who spoke first.

“Pretty well behaved, honestly.”

With a smirk, he glanced sideways at Muarauder as he continued.

“Although, I honestly expected her to put up more of a fuss.”

Pops nodded appreciatively, turning around to glance at Muarauder as well with a smug expression coloring his face.

“Well, we’ve had our fair share of fusses in the past now, haven’t we sweetheart?”

Miss Lacey chimed in, giggling as she did so.

“Hehe, she was quite the doll I should say! Took everything we threw at the poor thing, I must say, you’ve simply got to bring her back around again!”

Something in the cat’s expression caused the hair on the back of Muarauder’s back to stand up. Unsure what to make of the hungry expression on Miss Lacey’s feline features, the party turned their attention at last to Miss Ropel who still stood behind the stroller as if on guard.

“She vas good. We do again.”

The wolf appeared as if she intended to say nothing else but that. The conversation then lapsed back into the pleasant exchanges between Miss Lacey, Chip, and Pops. Muaruader was dumbfounded to witness the ferret behaving in a manner that appeared significantly more civilized than he had portrayed himself as previously, while Miss Lacey had turned from sweet and sultry to downright intimidating.

Only Miss Ropel’s behavior remained mostly unchanged, although she spoke significantly less than she had in the main room. It took Muarauder a moment to realize that the three had been engaging in a roleplay more refined than he had originally understood. The depth to which they had developed their acting was a point of effort that the pup could not help but admire a little bit. An admiration that was mostly overshadowed by the pulsing ache that emanated from his behind.

The punishment his muscles had suffered was catching up to him, and he was finding it very uncomfortable to be sitting down harnessed as he was. With no choice but to remain seated, he began to squirm slightly. The conversation carried on, but eventually Miss Lacey’s eyes trailed back over to the pup and she noted his fidgeting.

“I think a little sissy needs some fresh air. What do you think, big dog?”

She flicked her gaze over to Pops. Judging by the angle of her head, Muaruader realized that she must have been actively flirting with the canine. Immune to flattery as ever, Pops let out a sigh and pushed himself up to his footpaws.

“I think we should get going, after all, there’s a surprise waiting for the little baby girl of the hour.”

Without explaining any further, Pops thanked the group of furs for their time. He promised that they would indeed be back, and to Muarauder’s surprise Miss Lacey strode forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead. The action left him blushing profusely, as he had not expected such attention, let alone affection, from any of the present party.

Confused, and wondering whether this was some sort of trap, Muaruader merely stared back in embarrassment.

With a cheerful wave, Pops pushed the stroller out the front door and onto the sidewalk outside. He turned in a direction that Muaruader knew very well to not be the direction leading back to their house.