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Furs are nothing but hosts and food for them, so it's kind of a dystopia... depending on which side you are.\n\n[b]In this Story:[/b]\nA young deer named Fey has to watch her mother getting devoured by the king (long may he reign) and is sent to the kitchen to replace her as the royal cook. She is threatened to meet a fate way worse if she disappoints the king as well. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen to her...","description_bbcode_parsed":"Description:
This takes place in a universe, where diaper critters have taken over the country in a medieval furry fantasy setting. Furs are nothing but hosts and food for them, so it's kind of a dystopia... depending on which side you are.
In this Story:
A young deer named Fey has to watch her mother getting devoured by the king (long may he reign) and is sent to the kitchen to replace her as the royal cook. She is threatened to meet a fate way worse if she disappoints the king as well. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen to her...","writing":"683 A.C.T.\n\nFey and her mother have been called into the throne room. \n“Everything will be fine,” Fey's mother had said. “Maybe the king will compliment me for my skills as his royal cook.”\nThe young fawn had only nodded and followed her mother with small steps into the throne room, where the monstrous king was sitting on the giant throne that had been built for him by Fey's ancestors and many other enslaved furs eons ago. It wasn't a throne in the old-fashioned sense. It looked more like a giant litter box in which the king could place his massive rump in.\nThe mother deer bowed down before the diaper beast on the throne that was guarded by two bulky diaper critters that were ready to protect their king at all cost. Not that a dragon diaper beast needed any form of protection.\n“My king, you have summoned us?” she asked.\nFey was hiding herself in fear behind her mother. The padded dragon that claimed this land as his own hundreds of years ago was said to be a cruel ruler and his presence alone gave Fey a bad feeling. \nThe king looked down at Fey's mother. “You disappointed me!”\nHis voice boomed through the hall like menacing thunder, sending a chill down Fey's spine. \n“My king, what did I do wrong?” she answered in a fearful tone. \n“My bovine leg soup was oversalted this morning. Did you try to give me food poisoning?”, he growled.\n“I'm terribly sorry, I must have been distracted by something this morning, my king.” she let her head sink in a submissive attempt to get back his favor. \nAn attempt destined to fail. No one disappointed the king without being punished. And almost every time the punishment was-\n“Stand up and come closer.” said the king.\nShaking with fear, Fey's mother stood up. “Y-Yes, my king. Please... don't hurt my daughter.”\nFey didn't understand. Why should the king hurt her. “Mommy, can we go now?” she asked and looked at her with sad blue eyes.\n“Fey, my dear... whatever happens to me, don't move,” she said with tears in her eyes. “Do what you're being told. And never forget, who the true enemy is. I love you, my child.”\nThen she kissed Fey on the forehead, turned around and moved towards the king. “I have been a loyal cook for you. I knew this day would come. But please, spare my daughter.”\nThe ruler just looked down at her, his padded form looking tensed. And then he opened his maw. From Fey's perspective it looked kinda cushy, like it was filled with pillows. Her mother's perspective was different. She looked up into the darkness of his gullet and then closed her eyes. “Just make it quick, please.”\nThe king's head darted downwards in an abrupt movement and engulfed the deer. A surprised scream could be heard from Fey. “Mommy!”\nLifting his head again, the deer's feet were still sticking out of his closed maw, but with an audible gulp his prey slid down his throat that was made out of pristine white padding, like the rest of his body and created a visible bulge traveling downwards into the beast's stomach. The diaper beast patted his belly, where the fabric's color slowly shifted into a more yellow tone, and looked down at Fey again. “Today is your lucky day.”\nThe fawn still stood there in shock. Her mind tried to comprehend what just happened. She didn't feel lucky. She tried to fight back the tears, but it was impossible. “Give me back my mom!” she shouted at the king, starting to cry.\n“No!” the king's voice boomed through the hall. “She is part of me now, nothing more than nutrients, but at least she tasted better than the food she made this morning. You are lucky you are so young or you would join her right now for your behavior! You are talking to your king! Show some respect!”\nFey's ears flopped down and she made a few steps back in fear. She didn't want to end that way. And she didn't know what to say. What was it, her mother said about the true enemy? “Y-Yes, my king.” she stammered.\n“You will take the job your mother had. As my royal cook. But if you also disappoint me, I promise you that your fate will be worse than your mom's.” he said, suddenly way more calm.\nWhat could be worse than being eaten alive? Fey couldn't think of anything. Her mind was completely blank. All of this felt so unreal. \nAnd then she felt something different. A padded hand grabbed her by the arm. “We will show you the kitchen.”, one of the royal guards said and pulled her with him. \n\n~\n\nThe dark corridors of the castle appeared to be even more terrifying than they seemed before. Fey didn't know where the kitchen was, even though her mother had worked there every day. She had never been allowed to visit the kitchen before and now she was supposed to work there as well? She didn't know anything. She was just nine years old and had no idea how to cook, not even for herself. It has always been her mother who cared for her and now she was gone. No... she wasn't gone. She was taken from her. Ripped away. And she would never come back. Fey had to be strong now, she knew that. But the fear of not knowing how to cook took a hold of her and her heart was racing when the diaper critter opened the kitchen door and threw her inside, before closing the door again.\n\n“Rila, is that you?” a voice came from behind a corner. \nRila. That has been her mother's name. Suddenly her heart skipped a beat. Of course. Her mother didn't work alone. She wasn't on her own here. \n“N-No. My name is Fey.” she answered.\n“Fey... oh no. You are Rila's daughter, aren't you?” the voice asked. A male tiger came around the corner, a chopping knife in one hand. There was blood clearly visible on the cutting edge. Fey looked at him in shock. She almost didn't notice the thick diaper he wore around his waist. \nShe just nodded at his question, almost certain that he would use the knife on her, making her the king's next meal. \nBut then he lowered the knife. “Does that mean...?” He didn't need to speak out the words for Fey to understand. \nFey's eyes suddenly were full of tears again and she just nodded. She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.\n“I'm so sorry,” the tiger said. “When she said the king wants to see her I had a bad feeling about it but I never thought he would do that to her. She was the best royal cook he had in decades.”\nThe young fawn just looked at him. The knife was still in his hand, but he didn't seem like he wanted to use it on her. He seemed... nice?\n“Oh sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Garren. And that you are here must mean that you are the new royal cook. I'm your assistant. At your service.” he said and bowed down slightly. \nNow she took a closer look at him. He wore an apron that was stained red with fresh blood, but apart from that and the diaper around his waist that was slightly pulsing somehow, he was completely naked. He was very muscular as far as she could tell.\n“May I ask you something?” Fey asked.\n“Of course.” the tiger replied.\n“Why do you wear a diaper? You aren't a child. Even I don't wear one anymore.”\nA sad smile appeared on the tiger's face. “Your mother didn't tell you? I know you were raised in this castle and were kept in a safe space, but have you never seen other adult furs wearing a diaper?”\n“No.” she shook her head. \n“This isn't a normal diaper. It's a padling. At least we call it that way. Those diaper critters are calling these things “cushlings”. Sounds innocent, right? Wrong! Those things are their offspring. And in a few years this one here will devour me.” he explained.\n“Devour you? Like... mom?” Fey asked with fear in her voice.\n“Exactly. They start as small as pull-up diapers but you aren't able to get them off of you. They fight back if you try to remove it. And they eat your...” he made a weird gesture in the air as he searched for a word that was fawn-friendly, but didn't really find one. “Bodily waste.” he finally said.\n“Eww...” Fey stuck out her tongue in disgust.\n“Yeah, pretty much. And they grow bigger. After a few months they are about as big as you can see right here.” he pointed at his waist. “But they keep feeding and once you can't produce enough food for them anymore, they will devour you instead.”\n“This can't be true. Otherwise there would be huge diapers lying around everywhere.” Fey shook her head in childish disbelief.\n“Weren't you brought here by the royal guard? Diaper critters. Those things were furs a long time ago, before they got devoured by a padling. This is their adult form.”, he explained.\n“And the king?” she asked.\n“A so-called diaper beast. I don't really know where those come from. But there are more out there than just the king.” he said.\n“Are they all like that?” \n“Cruel? I think so.”\nFey frowned and looked around. “Why are you holding a bloody knife?”\n“Someone has to butcher the cattle, you know?” he smiled. \n“Cattle?” she asked. “What do you mean with that?”\n“Your mother really didn't prepare you for this...” he sighed. “Come with me.”\nHe guided Fey around the corner and she saw the huge cooking pot over the fireplace. On its right there was a big chopping block with a freshly culled cow lying on it. Fey could smell the blood and she somehow felt sick, so she turned her head away. \n“Don't worry. You don't have to slaughter them. That's why I am here. A predator with lots of experience.” Garren said and swung the knife. With a Thud it cut into some part of the cow. Fey's stomach turned just from the sound. “You just have to cook them into a meal that the king likes.”\n“I... I can't.” she stammered. \n“You will get used to the smell of blood and everything.” he said. \n“N-No. I mean, I can't cook. I have never done it before.” \nFey felt so powerless. So alone. Right now, she thought she would have more use if she lied down beside the cow on the chopping block.\n“Well then,” the tiger said. “Let's not waste any more time. I will teach you how to be a royal cook.”\n\n~\n\n694 A.C.T.\n\nFey looked at the place where Garren had always stood. The chopping block was empty and so was his place. Yesterday, his padling had decided that Garren didn't produce enough poop anymore and devoured him. In one moment he was happily talking to Fey about his wife and in the next, he was screaming for help as the padling had stretched itself out and pulled his body inside of it with sickening chomping motions and sounds. She couldn't do anything about it and just watched in horror as her teacher for making food became nothing but food himself. The saturated padling balled itself up afterwards. If Garren hadn't warned Fey, she would have grabbed the knife and stabbed the padling that was lying seemingly unprotected on the ground. But that would have been a fatal mistake and she knew that. She had to watch as the padling grew arms, legs and a deformed head that looked like a grotesque burlesque of a tiger's head. The diaper critter just looked at Fey who stood there like she was frozen and then it left the kitchen, leaving her alone. She didn't know what to do, so she told the sheep on the chopping block that today was her lucky day and she could go back to the farm. \n\nFey had learned that there was the king's personal meat farm beneath the castle. Furs of all kinds were being held captive there, raised for their meat and to produce more offspring. And each day, two or three of the furs from the meat farm were being ordered into the kitchen where they would be processed and ended up in the king's meals and ultimately in his stomach. It dawned on Fey pretty quickly that she would have ended up on the chopping block as well if her mother hasn't been the royal cook before. She had never known her father, but Garren had told her that he ended up in a soup shortly after Fey's mother became pregnant with her.\nShe didn't know why, but somehow the thought of her father and mother reunited in the king's stomach calmed her down a little, even if it was impossible for both to celebrate this reunion, because her father was long dead when her mother had joined him. It still had something calming to it.\nIt also made it easier for her to see other furs as nothing but livestock. She didn't slaughter them herself, that was always Garren's job, but it made it easier to process them. Eleven years in the kitchen had dulled her sense of morality to a degree where she didn't know if she could still feel something at all.\nAnd then Garren was devoured and she was painfully reminded that she still had emotions left in her. Almost mechanically she finished the meal for the king and put in vegetables instead of meat. And then she cried herself to sleep. For eleven years she had no one but him. He wasn't just a mentor. He has been a friend for more than half of her lifetime. And now she was back to having no one but herself. A beautiful deer with blue eyes and no future. She had grown into a young, but pretty female. Puberty had been gracious to her. Her creme-colored coat had a few brown dots on her backside, while the fur on her throat all the way down to her thighs and the underside of her tail was white. Garren had once described her eyes as having the color of the ocean. Not that any of the two had ever seen the ocean. Fey's breasts weren't especially big. Sometimes she was ashamed that her B cups weren't getting bigger but Garren ensured her that it was nothing to worry about, while at the same time he was cutting open a cow with a busty F cup.\n\nWith a sigh she turned her head back to the cooking pot and cut some more vegetables into it. She hoped to get a new assistant soon because she didn't know how long the king would tolerate only getting veggies for his meals. It probably wouldn't be long before she met the fate her mother and father had met before. Fey had already accepted that it was just a matter of time now.\n\nThe door to the kitchen was opened and someone was pushed inside. Fey looked up, a spark of hope in her eyes. A new assistant was exactly what she needed right now. She put the ingredients down and went around the corner. A male crocodile stood there and looked around. He spotted Fey but didn't make an attempt to greet her. He was naked, except for the poofy padling around his waist. It was a little smaller than the one she had seen on Garren when she first met him, which meant that it was a younger one.\nFey took the initiative. “Hey there. Welcome to the kitchen. I'm Fey and you must be my new assistant. What's your-”\n“Shut up, prey.” he answered in a grim tone.\n“It's Fey, not prey.” she corrected him. \n“If I would care for your name, prey!” he said.\nFey didn't know what to do with this kind of aggressiveness. She tried to counter it with kindness. “Well then, I will show you our working place.” she smiled and went around the corner. \nThe crocodile followed her and grunted. At first Fey thought, he wasn't impressed, but when she heard him grunting louder, she knew what he was doing. He was feeding his padling. The young symbiont began to bulge out in the back like a real diaper as the scaled lizard emptied out his bowels into the living fabric that was hugging his butt. With a mighty push his load spread out in the padling and caused it to bloat up even more.\nFey couldn't avert her gaze. Between the crocodile's legs happened something else. The padded front bulged out as well, but this wasn’t caused by the crocodile’s shit.\n“Have you never seen another fur shitting themselves?” \nThe crocodile's question came out of nowhere and pulled Fey out of her mindless staring. She shook her head and looked away. “Sorry.”\nAccompanied by a wave of stink the crocodile went over to the chopping block and Fey took a look at the backside of his padling. When listening closely one could hear the quiet chomping sound the padling made while devouring the crocodile's waste one bite after another, letting the look of a clean diaper return after a while.\n“Well then, prey. I was promised that I would get some cattle to slaughter for the king's meal. Where is the cattle? Is it you?” he asked and pulled the chopping knife out of the block. Garren's chopping knife. \nFey bit her lower lip. “Of course not. The cattle are behind that door.”\nShe pointed to a door in the corner of the kitchen that was locked with a key. \nThe crocodile went to that door, unlocked and opened it. Behind that door was the same sheep that Fey had sent back yesterday. She looked at the crocodile in fear as he yanked her out of the manually-operated elevator and pulled her to the chopping block. Garren had always been careful with his cattle. He had offered his hand and support to get them out of the elevator. He talked to them, while sharpening his knife, telling them where he would cut, so they wouldn't feel any pain. Of course they knew what they had to expect when entering the elevator that was operated by a diaper critter at the point, where they entered it. But with Garren they always calmed down, before he went to business. They almost never screamed. \nNot so with this new guy. He pulled the sheep to the chopping block and bent her over it. “Hey, what are you doing?” she shouted and tried to kick him, but he grabbed her legs and spread them apart. \nWhen cattle was chosen to be transported to the kitchen they were instructed to take off their clothes before, so the crocodile looked at the exposed pussy of the terrified sheep, while licking over his teeth. And then he did something that Garren would never have done. He pressed the cold knife's spine against her clit and the sheep flinched in shock. \n“What a waste of a good fucktoy.” the crocodile grunted and pulled the knife back. Instead, he pushed two fingers inside of her, parting her labia and slowly began to finger her. \n“That's n-not part of being processed, is it?” the sheep asked, her body still trembling in fear.\nFey shook her head. “No it isn't!” She came up to the crocodile and pulled back his arm. “Just make it quick, before you grow attached to her. I thought you were a professional?”\n“Fine...” he growled and lifted the chopping knife. Fey was hoping for a clear cut so the sheep didn't have to suffer any longer. \nChop!\nA bloodcurdling scream was everything that Fey heard. As always, she didn't look at it and had her eyes closed, but she knew that this stupid lizard had not beheaded the poor creature properly. \nChop!\nAnother scream, even higher pitched than the one before echoed through the kitchen and Fey just had to open her eyes. “Oh fuck, what are you doing?” she shouted and wrenched the bloody knife out of his hand.\nQuickly, she positioned herself, the sheep still screaming in pain. “I'm so sorry, my dear.” Fey said.\nChop!\nSilence. Then, Fey exploded with anger. “What were you thinking, you dumb lizard? We're here to process the ingredients, not to play with them, not to torture them and not to- Hey!”\nThe crocodile hit her hand with the knife in it and it fell to the ground, then he grabbed Fey by her throat and pressed her against the wall. “Listen, prey, I'm here because those diaper critters found me how I mauled a little deer like you after fucking her until she was screaming in pain. With this thing on, I won't be able to fuck you anymore, but I can still do this.” he growled and positioned one of his hands on Fey's left breast and the other between her legs. \nShe could feel him attempting to finger her even through her clothes but it should stay at an attempt. With a resounding Smack she slapped him in his face and he tumbled backwards. Fey quickly jumped to the chopping knife and grabbed it. She held it in front of her in a fierce grip. “Don't come closer, or else I will disembowel you!” she shouted at him and he backed down.\nShe stood there in a cold sweat and pointed the knife at him. “Into the elevator!”, she commanded. \nSlowly he stepped towards the elevator and opened it. \nFey pushed him inside, closed the door and locked it with the key. Then she finally lowered the knife.\n\nWhen she carved the flesh off the bones of that unlucky sheep she felt like a species traitor. Not only was she cooking a stew out of the sheep's body, but on top of that came the realization that this marked the first time she ever ended a cattle's life on her own. She had done it out of mercy, because of this crocodile maniac, but it was still her who had ended her life. Fey felt dirty. Washing her hands didn't help and even after she emptied the slaughterhouse waste into the intended barred hole in the ground, she had the feeling of having done something forbidden. She remembered her mother’s words. “Never forget, who the true enemy is.” Today she was feeling like the true enemy.\nShe ignored the sounds the crocodile made in the elevator until she was done with the stew and it was ready to be served. A diaper critter took the bowl with him and Fey left the kitchen for today. It was late and she needed sleep.\n\n~\n\nShe didn't even come as far. The dorm room of the king's servants like she was one, was guarded by two diaper critters. And as she reached for the door handle to open it, one of the guards looked at her. “The king wants to see you. Now.”\nA sentence like a death knell. She knew that day would come one day. But she didn't expect it to be this day. On the other hand... a day like this one was perfect. She was already feeling completely down. She wouldn't beg for her life. She wouldn't argue. Whatever it would be, she would take her punishment. And if that meant to be reunited with her mother and her father, it would even make her happy to some extent.\nShe nodded and headed back to the throne room, guided by a guard, so she wouldn't attempt to flee. \n\nThe king on his litter box throne looked down at her. She didn't fear him. She was prepared. She had already imagined what it would be like, sliding down his throat.\nFey just stood there and looked up at him. No bowing down. No arguing. “My king. You have summoned me. Here I am!” she said with a firm voice.\n“You disappointed me!” the king's voice boomed through the hall.\n“Okay.” she answered.\nBewildered, the dragon diaper beast looked down at her. “The sheep stew you brewed was oversalted.”\nThis fucking crocodile. If he had cared better for the sheep before killing her, the fear wouldn't have made her flesh tasting more salty than usual. But Fey just shrugged. It didn't matter anymore. “Okay. I'll accept my punishment.”\n“I promised you something when you were young. Your fate will be worse than your mom's.” the king suddenly remembered. A smile grew on his face. “Guards. Introduce her to my queen. This is her usual feeding time, so she will be pleased to get a tasty young deer for dinner.”\nThe queen? She didn't see a queen in this room. In that moment, the guard behind her grabbed her and pulled her with him.\n\nShe was pulled downstairs, deeper into the dark depths of the castle, through long corridors that were only dimly lit, even deeper than the king's meat farm. When they went down the last stony spiral stair, they came to a giant double wing door. The diaper critter opened it, pushed Fey inside the dark room and the last source of light behind her was shut off, when the door was closed again.\n\n“Hello?” Fey asked into the wide room. The answer came as a quiet rustling sound from above her that was followed by a muffled scream. And after that, silence. \nShe looked up, but her eyes hadn't accommodated to the darkness yet and she couldn't see a thing.\nPerking up her ears she listened into the darkness. From far away, a faint crackling sound could be heard. She knew that sound all too well. Whenever Garren had “fed” his padling it had sounded the same.\nFey blinked once more and tried to spot the source of the noise. And slowly the first outlines became visible. She stood in a room that was even bigger than the throne room. Everywhere were hanging thick strings of a white material. A giant three-dimensional spider web that has been spun across the entire room. And in the corner of her eyes, something huge began to move along the strings into her direction. \n“Seems like my king has sent me another morsel.” a whispering voice said. It seemed to come from the thick strings of spider silk and could be heard anywhere in the room. It sounded like it came from behind Fey and she turned around only to be greeted with darkness. “But don't you worry, my dear. I have eaten already and have other plans for you.”\nShe turned around again and this time she stared into eight red-glowing eyes. They had something mesmerizing to them and even if she would have wanted to run away, she felt two weights, one on each of her shoulders, holding her in place. The front legs of the giant spider that pushed her shoulders down were thick and hairy. She didn't look like a diaper beast at all. Except for her abdomen which seemed to be covered in thick padding. Fey got a good look at it as the spider pulled her under her body and began to spin her around, a thick web coming out of her abdomen, covering Fey's body with every spin that the dark room made in front of her eyes. The eight legs grabbed her, spun her around and let go of her again in a steady motion and it didn't take long for the queen to fully envelop the deer in her web.\nFey felt the motion sickness. She had totally lost her orientation by the constant spinning. The position the queen has forced her in wasn't really uncomfortable, but it wasn't a position Fey would stay in naturally for more than a few minutes. Her legs were spread apart and her knees bent. Her butt wasn't covered in silk and her face was free as well. With a swift motion, the spider took her with her, went up on the strings and taped Fey into a free spot in her web, where she hung in a squatting position now.\n“This is a nice spot for you, don't you think, my dear?” the voice whispered. \n“F-For what?” she stammered, still feeling dizzy from the spin cycle.\n“For being my last feeder.” she whispered. “Look around.”\nSlowly blinking, Fey looked around in the room. Everywhere were furs, completely covered in webs and even their faces weren't visible beneath the thick white material. But next to Fey were four other furs in the same position as her, a thick padling around the waist of each and some kind of facepad on their head. She had learned about facepads from Garren. Those things were devious. They looked like normal padlings but only wrapped themselves around their victims head, where they fulfilled different functions. Sometimes, furs were transformed into hunters, because diaper critters didn't have the best mobility, so more agile furs were used to hunt others down. Sometimes, they transformed them into breeders. That happened mostly on the meat farm. The facepad produced pheromones and aphrodisiacs to increase the potency of the wearer and making them sex-addicted in the process, so they have only one thing in mind: Reproduction.\nThere were other things those facepads could do, but Fey could only remember these two right now. In fact, she had wanted to forget about them completely.\nBut these facepads seemed different. They didn't pulsate like the padlings between the furs' legs did. They seemed like normal diapers. Except for the hole in the front, where a long tube went upwards and disappeared in the ceiling. \nShe heard one of the other furs grunting. A zebra stallion, from what she could see. There was something traveling down the tube and into his mouth. And on his backside, the padling bulged out with a fresh load of manure. Even from the small distance she could tell that the zebra's penis was erect under the living fabric and it seemed like the padling was stroking it. That would have explained the steady grunts and moans coming from the stallion.\nAnd now Fey realized that all of the other furs were grunting and moaning as well. All of their feeding tubes pushed a constant stream of mush into the diapers over their face so they had to gulp it down if they didn't want to suffocate. Like an automated feed bag that never stopped filling up. \n“What are they being fed?” Fey cautiously asked.\n“Oh my, what a curious one.” the queen snickered in her whispering voice. “Where do you think the slaughterhouse wastes from the kitchen go? They are reduced to a pulp and then spiked with strong laxatives and other chemicals. But you are about to experience it first hand.”\nFey saw how the queen's legs reached down to her padded abdomen and spread it open with two legs. A third leg went inside and when she pulled it out, it had a padling in its grasp. “This cushling will be your first to feed. Don't worry. There are many others. When this one is sated, I will replace it with a new one. They are all remaining ones that didn't get a host at the last GPT.” she sighed and Fey could have sworn to hear sorrow in her voice. \nThe last GPT was five weeks ago. GPT was short for “Great Padding Time”, an event that took place half a year. At that time, female diaper beasts birthed a huge amount of new padlings which all needed a host to survive. So every six months, furs from all over the country were chosen as the hosts of these deadly creatures. Most of them had only ten or fifteen years to live from then on. But everyone was glad that they weren't chosen sooner.\nThe queen placed the padling at Fey's waist, directly over her pants.\n“Shouldn't I get naked before?” she asked.\n“Don't worry, my eager dear. The cushling is strong enough to dissolve any fabric. You will feed them until the next GPT. After that, I will see what I will do with all of you. Probably I will eat you or stuff you into my abdomen.” the queen snickered, while reaching out for the facepad with the tube inside and placing it on Fey's head. \nAnd suddenly her world turned numb. Her vision was blocked, her nose was pressed into the cushy fabric and her mouth was forced open by the tube. It was longer than she expected, it reached into her mouth so she had to open wide so her teeth wouldn't get punched out as the queen pressed it into her with gentle force. Then the tapes were shut around her head and the queen withdrew and left Fey alone in the darkness with the other furs.\nFey's only sense left was her hearing now. She listened to the grunting and moaning of the other enslaved furs. And then, she tasted it. A mixture of bone meal, ground flesh and something else with a sweet note pushed into her mouth and she didn't have time to think twice. She gulped it down. The mixture traveled down her throat, leaving a warm feeling. Again, she felt like a species traitor. Not only did she kill another fur, now she was being fed the remains of one as well. Was it the sheep she killed earlier this day? She couldn't tell. But she was forced to gulp the mash down. \nNext to her, she heard the zebra stallion grunting again and a crackling sound signaled that the laxative in his food was working as intended. \nMeanwhile Fey felt her stomach getting bigger from the forced feeding, but soon it pushed against the bonds made out of spider silk which was wrapped tightly around her body. She still had to gulp down load after load of processed meat and just as she felt that she couldn't take any more of it, her stomach made a loud gurgle and she felt a big part of the mash travel down into her bowels, where it quickly searched its way to her anus. \nAs she felt it prodding against her sphincter, she flinched a little and tried to clench her cheeks. She didn't want to soil herself like all the others did. She still had some dignity. But her dignity was getting lower and lower with every time her bowels begged for release in the form of a painful cramp.\n“Just relax.” the queen's voice whispered into her ear. “The pain will go away and it will feel good.”\nFey winced as she heard the voice so close to her and this short moment of distraction resulted in a loss of concentration. And that loss of concentration resulted in the inevitable. Fey's poor sphincter gave up and with a wet [i]Blortch[/i] her bowels released the mostly undigested mush into her pants, where it didn't have much space to fill, so it traveled up her ass crack and into the front, where it coated her labia. Defeated, Fey began to cry, all the while she still had to gulp down more of the mush, and her bowels were still acting without her consent and pushed more of the mess out of her system and into her already destroyed pants.\n“Don't worry.” the queen whispered. “You will get used to it. Eventually.”\nSuddenly, the padling around Fey's waist began to move. She had almost forgotten that it was there. But now that it smelled food, it came to life. Like a raspy tongue, something pulled at her pants which caused the smelly contents in it to smear everywhere. Fey had never felt so disgusted before. And it wasn't over. A few licking motions of the padling later and she heard a faint ripping sound, followed by loud munching as the paddling started to feed on the ever-growing mound of poop that could now enter the creature without a second line of fabric between it and her sphincter. \nFey's bladder released itself as well now and she felt the front of the padling growing squishy and warm as it soaked up the hot urine while making slurping noises. This was her worst nightmare coming true. \n\nThe feeding never really stopped. Once a while there were a few minutes without a constant supply of mash, but most of the time she had to swallow it without a pause. Obviously that caused her bowels to work constantly as well. After an hour, her anus was hurting from the constant flow of semi-solid mess. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that the padling's licking motions made her moan out loud enough for the queen to hear. And these motions have brought her so close to the edge of an orgasm. She wanted to touch herself, but couldn't. Her arms were bound behind her back. Unable to move, she just continued with soiling herself and listening to the other furs in the room doing the same. Except when she heard the zebra whinnying loudly as he reached an orgasm from the constant pooping. Now she wished for a prostate. A wish that went unfulfilled. \n\nShe didn't know how long she hung there, but when the queen finally lifted the diaper with the feeding tube from her face, Fey gasped for air and gave one last push that filled the padling to the brim, before she drifted to sleep completely exhausted, while the paddling munched away at what her bowels had pumped into it.\n\nThe next morning came way too soon for her taste and with it a new padling around her waist and the feeding tube back in her mouth. This critter felt a little lethargic, even when she emptied out the first wave of mush into it, it took its time to eat it, instead of rushing to devour it like the first one did. It even went so far that Fey had to push out a second and a third wave into the living fabric before it was even done eating the first load completely. The padling's body was filled to the bursting point, but before she could add a fourth load to it, she felt something blocking her sphincter. Not only was the padling somehow blocking it, it also pushed the poop that had already left her body back into her ass, effectively giving her a shit enema. Her belly bloated visibly and the queen had to step in, before Fey exploded from the pressure she received from both ends. She removed the padling and stored it inside of her body, then got out a new one and even before fully placing it on Fey's body, her overfilled bowels emptied themselves out once again and the new padling grew visibly in size, before happily munching away at this four-course meal.\n\nDays passed by. Days turned to weeks. And slowly Fey became used to all of this. She became used to the screams of the other furs that the queen devoured each day. She became used to the taste of the minced meat that was spiked with laxatives and other chemicals. And she became used to the feeling of padlings that got changed for a new one every few hours. After all these laxatives, her sphincter didn't fully close anymore, rendering her incontinent for the rest of her life, but that also brought her into a great position. \nThe queen had told them that she was going to give birth to countless padlings at the next GPT, but she would also give birth to one special “royal cushling”. It would only stay on a host if it thinks they are worthy. \n“All five of you have a good chance to be chosen by the royal cushling.” the queen whispered into the room. “But each one that isn't will end up in my body. The nutrients you are being fed will help your body grow worthy and they also help the cushlings you're feeding right now. I don't choose the winner, but I will punish the losers that's for sure. So I want all of you to give your best. And if you win, you will be treated royally.”\nThat was the incentive Fey needed. She worked hard to gulp down the steady stream of processed meat faster, so she could produce more mess. Her belly was swollen constantly and even if she emptied her bowels out in one big push, she was able to do it again a few minutes later. She wanted to be the number one of royal pottypants.\nAfter a while, Fey got so used to the daily routine of feeding and pooping that she wasn't exhausted anymore at the end of the day. And one day when the queen lifted the facepad from her, she looked at her with curiosity. “May I ask you, what exactly you are, my queen?” Fey asked. The queen looked like a hybrid of a spider and a diaper critter. But Fey wanted to know for sure, because Garren had never told her about a creature like that.\nThe eight red glowing eyes looked at her and the queen pondered if she should answer her. “You really are a curious one, aren't you? Maybe I'll tell you one day. If you don't end up in my belly or abdomen, of course.” she finally whispered with a snicker in her voice before leaving her in the darkness for the night. That was even more incentive for Fey to work extra hard to win this contest.\n\nMany more weeks passed. \nAnd then the day of GPT came. \nThe queen had been busy all day with laying eggs that would soon hatch into young padlings and cart after cart, the eggs were brought to the castle courtyard, where they would hatch and get attached to one of the many furs which were brought here from all around the country.\nOnce the queen was done, she pulled the facepads off the heads of her five feeders. “Hold it in.” she whispered. \nFey began to panic. Her sphincter was completely loose. She wouldn't be able to hold the rest of the laxative induced mash in. And certainly not if she was the last in row to be tested for the royal padling. She already felt it churning in her belly.\nFirst was the raven lady. Her beak clicked nervously as the queen pulled the slimy royal padling that had four tapes instead of the usual two out of her abdomen and pressed it against the raven's butt after removing the normal padling and storing it away. \nThe royal padling didn't even wrap itself around the raven. It came off immediately again and almost fell to the ground if the queen hadn't caught it. \nThe raven began to sob, but the queen didn't care. \nNext was the male rat and again the royal padling didn't even want to touch the fur. “Oh shit...” he said.\n“Oh no!” the white wolf whimpered and with a [i]Squelch[/i] his normal padling filled up as he couldn't hold his load in anymore. The queen didn't even try the royal padling on him after that.\nThe zebra stallion was next in line and Fey tried to clench her cheeks shut, because she already felt how a new mushy load was parting her sphincter.\nThe royal padling wrapped itself around the zebra's butt and with a relieved sigh the stallion unloaded the contents of his bowels into it. And then it came off again.\nFey's padling was removed. “Hold it in.” she thought. And then the royal padling with the zebra's massive load still inside was pushed against her butt. Slimy zebra shit began to coat her privates. And she was about to add more to that. She stopped clenching and a cascade of poop rushed out of her ass and filled up the already full critter more. Fey almost expected it to fall off. But it didn't.\n\n“Look's like we finally have a host for the royal cushling.” the spider whispered. “And that also means that I won four exquisite meals.”\n“No... Please my queen, we were excellent feeders, please spare us!” the zebra begged.\n“How about we let our new royal cushling feeder decide your fate?” the spider asked. “What do you think? Fey, right? You have won. Make your first decision as a royal cushling feeder. May I eat them or shall I spare them?”\nFey looked at the four feeders. She had won. And a devilish grin started to form on her face.\n\nThe end","writing_bbcode_parsed":"683 A.C.T.
Fey and her mother have been called into the throne room.
“Everything will be fine,” Fey's mother had said. “Maybe the king will compliment me for my skills as his royal cook.”
The young fawn had only nodded and followed her mother with small steps into the throne room, where the monstrous king was sitting on the giant throne that had been built for him by Fey's ancestors and many other enslaved furs eons ago. It wasn't a throne in the old-fashioned sense. It looked more like a giant litter box in which the king could place his massive rump in.
The mother deer bowed down before the diaper beast on the throne that was guarded by two bulky diaper critters that were ready to protect their king at all cost. Not that a dragon diaper beast needed any form of protection.
“My king, you have summoned us?” she asked.
Fey was hiding herself in fear behind her mother. The padded dragon that claimed this land as his own hundreds of years ago was said to be a cruel ruler and his presence alone gave Fey a bad feeling.
The king looked down at Fey's mother. “You disappointed me!”
His voice boomed through the hall like menacing thunder, sending a chill down Fey's spine.
“My king, what did I do wrong?” she answered in a fearful tone.
“My bovine leg soup was oversalted this morning. Did you try to give me food poisoning?”, he growled.
“I'm terribly sorry, I must have been distracted by something this morning, my king.” she let her head sink in a submissive attempt to get back his favor.
An attempt destined to fail. No one disappointed the king without being punished. And almost every time the punishment was-
“Stand up and come closer.” said the king.
Shaking with fear, Fey's mother stood up. “Y-Yes, my king. Please... don't hurt my daughter.”
Fey didn't understand. Why should the king hurt her. “Mommy, can we go now?” she asked and looked at her with sad blue eyes.
“Fey, my dear... whatever happens to me, don't move,” she said with tears in her eyes. “Do what you're being told. And never forget, who the true enemy is. I love you, my child.”
Then she kissed Fey on the forehead, turned around and moved towards the king. “I have been a loyal cook for you. I knew this day would come. But please, spare my daughter.”
The ruler just looked down at her, his padded form looking tensed. And then he opened his maw. From Fey's perspective it looked kinda cushy, like it was filled with pillows. Her mother's perspective was different. She looked up into the darkness of his gullet and then closed her eyes. “Just make it quick, please.”
The king's head darted downwards in an abrupt movement and engulfed the deer. A surprised scream could be heard from Fey. “Mommy!”
Lifting his head again, the deer's feet were still sticking out of his closed maw, but with an audible gulp his prey slid down his throat that was made out of pristine white padding, like the rest of his body and created a visible bulge traveling downwards into the beast's stomach. The diaper beast patted his belly, where the fabric's color slowly shifted into a more yellow tone, and looked down at Fey again. “Today is your lucky day.”
The fawn still stood there in shock. Her mind tried to comprehend what just happened. She didn't feel lucky. She tried to fight back the tears, but it was impossible. “Give me back my mom!” she shouted at the king, starting to cry.
“No!” the king's voice boomed through the hall. “She is part of me now, nothing more than nutrients, but at least she tasted better than the food she made this morning. You are lucky you are so young or you would join her right now for your behavior! You are talking to your king! Show some respect!”
Fey's ears flopped down and she made a few steps back in fear. She didn't want to end that way. And she didn't know what to say. What was it, her mother said about the true enemy? “Y-Yes, my king.” she stammered.
“You will take the job your mother had. As my royal cook. But if you also disappoint me, I promise you that your fate will be worse than your mom's.” he said, suddenly way more calm.
What could be worse than being eaten alive? Fey couldn't think of anything. Her mind was completely blank. All of this felt so unreal.
And then she felt something different. A padded hand grabbed her by the arm. “We will show you the kitchen.”, one of the royal guards said and pulled her with him.
~
The dark corridors of the castle appeared to be even more terrifying than they seemed before. Fey didn't know where the kitchen was, even though her mother had worked there every day. She had never been allowed to visit the kitchen before and now she was supposed to work there as well? She didn't know anything. She was just nine years old and had no idea how to cook, not even for herself. It has always been her mother who cared for her and now she was gone. No... she wasn't gone. She was taken from her. Ripped away. And she would never come back. Fey had to be strong now, she knew that. But the fear of not knowing how to cook took a hold of her and her heart was racing when the diaper critter opened the kitchen door and threw her inside, before closing the door again.
“Rila, is that you?” a voice came from behind a corner.
Rila. That has been her mother's name. Suddenly her heart skipped a beat. Of course. Her mother didn't work alone. She wasn't on her own here.
“N-No. My name is Fey.” she answered.
“Fey... oh no. You are Rila's daughter, aren't you?” the voice asked. A male tiger came around the corner, a chopping knife in one hand. There was blood clearly visible on the cutting edge. Fey looked at him in shock. She almost didn't notice the thick diaper he wore around his waist.
She just nodded at his question, almost certain that he would use the knife on her, making her the king's next meal.
But then he lowered the knife. “Does that mean...?” He didn't need to speak out the words for Fey to understand.
Fey's eyes suddenly were full of tears again and she just nodded. She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.
“I'm so sorry,” the tiger said. “When she said the king wants to see her I had a bad feeling about it but I never thought he would do that to her. She was the best royal cook he had in decades.”
The young fawn just looked at him. The knife was still in his hand, but he didn't seem like he wanted to use it on her. He seemed... nice?
“Oh sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Garren. And that you are here must mean that you are the new royal cook. I'm your assistant. At your service.” he said and bowed down slightly.
Now she took a closer look at him. He wore an apron that was stained red with fresh blood, but apart from that and the diaper around his waist that was slightly pulsing somehow, he was completely naked. He was very muscular as far as she could tell.
“May I ask you something?” Fey asked.
“Of course.” the tiger replied.
“Why do you wear a diaper? You aren't a child. Even I don't wear one anymore.”
A sad smile appeared on the tiger's face. “Your mother didn't tell you? I know you were raised in this castle and were kept in a safe space, but have you never seen other adult furs wearing a diaper?”
“No.” she shook her head.
“This isn't a normal diaper. It's a padling. At least we call it that way. Those diaper critters are calling these things “cushlings”. Sounds innocent, right? Wrong! Those things are their offspring. And in a few years this one here will devour me.” he explained.
“Devour you? Like... mom?” Fey asked with fear in her voice.
“Exactly. They start as small as pull-up diapers but you aren't able to get them off of you. They fight back if you try to remove it. And they eat your...” he made a weird gesture in the air as he searched for a word that was fawn-friendly, but didn't really find one. “Bodily waste.” he finally said.
“Eww...” Fey stuck out her tongue in disgust.
“Yeah, pretty much. And they grow bigger. After a few months they are about as big as you can see right here.” he pointed at his waist. “But they keep feeding and once you can't produce enough food for them anymore, they will devour you instead.”
“This can't be true. Otherwise there would be huge diapers lying around everywhere.” Fey shook her head in childish disbelief.
“Weren't you brought here by the royal guard? Diaper critters. Those things were furs a long time ago, before they got devoured by a padling. This is their adult form.”, he explained.
“And the king?” she asked.
“A so-called diaper beast. I don't really know where those come from. But there are more out there than just the king.” he said.
“Are they all like that?”
“Cruel? I think so.”
Fey frowned and looked around. “Why are you holding a bloody knife?”
“Someone has to butcher the cattle, you know?” he smiled.
“Cattle?” she asked. “What do you mean with that?”
“Your mother really didn't prepare you for this...” he sighed. “Come with me.”
He guided Fey around the corner and she saw the huge cooking pot over the fireplace. On its right there was a big chopping block with a freshly culled cow lying on it. Fey could smell the blood and she somehow felt sick, so she turned her head away.
“Don't worry. You don't have to slaughter them. That's why I am here. A predator with lots of experience.” Garren said and swung the knife. With a Thud it cut into some part of the cow. Fey's stomach turned just from the sound. “You just have to cook them into a meal that the king likes.”
“I... I can't.” she stammered.
“You will get used to the smell of blood and everything.” he said.
“N-No. I mean, I can't cook. I have never done it before.”
Fey felt so powerless. So alone. Right now, she thought she would have more use if she lied down beside the cow on the chopping block.
“Well then,” the tiger said. “Let's not waste any more time. I will teach you how to be a royal cook.”
~
694 A.C.T.
Fey looked at the place where Garren had always stood. The chopping block was empty and so was his place. Yesterday, his padling had decided that Garren didn't produce enough poop anymore and devoured him. In one moment he was happily talking to Fey about his wife and in the next, he was screaming for help as the padling had stretched itself out and pulled his body inside of it with sickening chomping motions and sounds. She couldn't do anything about it and just watched in horror as her teacher for making food became nothing but food himself. The saturated padling balled itself up afterwards. If Garren hadn't warned Fey, she would have grabbed the knife and stabbed the padling that was lying seemingly unprotected on the ground. But that would have been a fatal mistake and she knew that. She had to watch as the padling grew arms, legs and a deformed head that looked like a grotesque burlesque of a tiger's head. The diaper critter just looked at Fey who stood there like she was frozen and then it left the kitchen, leaving her alone. She didn't know what to do, so she told the sheep on the chopping block that today was her lucky day and she could go back to the farm.
Fey had learned that there was the king's personal meat farm beneath the castle. Furs of all kinds were being held captive there, raised for their meat and to produce more offspring. And each day, two or three of the furs from the meat farm were being ordered into the kitchen where they would be processed and ended up in the king's meals and ultimately in his stomach. It dawned on Fey pretty quickly that she would have ended up on the chopping block as well if her mother hasn't been the royal cook before. She had never known her father, but Garren had told her that he ended up in a soup shortly after Fey's mother became pregnant with her.
She didn't know why, but somehow the thought of her father and mother reunited in the king's stomach calmed her down a little, even if it was impossible for both to celebrate this reunion, because her father was long dead when her mother had joined him. It still had something calming to it.
It also made it easier for her to see other furs as nothing but livestock. She didn't slaughter them herself, that was always Garren's job, but it made it easier to process them. Eleven years in the kitchen had dulled her sense of morality to a degree where she didn't know if she could still feel something at all.
And then Garren was devoured and she was painfully reminded that she still had emotions left in her. Almost mechanically she finished the meal for the king and put in vegetables instead of meat. And then she cried herself to sleep. For eleven years she had no one but him. He wasn't just a mentor. He has been a friend for more than half of her lifetime. And now she was back to having no one but herself. A beautiful deer with blue eyes and no future. She had grown into a young, but pretty female. Puberty had been gracious to her. Her creme-colored coat had a few brown dots on her backside, while the fur on her throat all the way down to her thighs and the underside of her tail was white. Garren had once described her eyes as having the color of the ocean. Not that any of the two had ever seen the ocean. Fey's breasts weren't especially big. Sometimes she was ashamed that her B cups weren't getting bigger but Garren ensured her that it was nothing to worry about, while at the same time he was cutting open a cow with a busty F cup.
With a sigh she turned her head back to the cooking pot and cut some more vegetables into it. She hoped to get a new assistant soon because she didn't know how long the king would tolerate only getting veggies for his meals. It probably wouldn't be long before she met the fate her mother and father had met before. Fey had already accepted that it was just a matter of time now.
The door to the kitchen was opened and someone was pushed inside. Fey looked up, a spark of hope in her eyes. A new assistant was exactly what she needed right now. She put the ingredients down and went around the corner. A male crocodile stood there and looked around. He spotted Fey but didn't make an attempt to greet her. He was naked, except for the poofy padling around his waist. It was a little smaller than the one she had seen on Garren when she first met him, which meant that it was a younger one.
Fey took the initiative. “Hey there. Welcome to the kitchen. I'm Fey and you must be my new assistant. What's your-”
“Shut up, prey.” he answered in a grim tone.
“It's Fey, not prey.” she corrected him.
“If I would care for your name, prey!” he said.
Fey didn't know what to do with this kind of aggressiveness. She tried to counter it with kindness. “Well then, I will show you our working place.” she smiled and went around the corner.
The crocodile followed her and grunted. At first Fey thought, he wasn't impressed, but when she heard him grunting louder, she knew what he was doing. He was feeding his padling. The young symbiont began to bulge out in the back like a real diaper as the scaled lizard emptied out his bowels into the living fabric that was hugging his butt. With a mighty push his load spread out in the padling and caused it to bloat up even more.
Fey couldn't avert her gaze. Between the crocodile's legs happened something else. The padded front bulged out as well, but this wasn’t caused by the crocodile’s shit.
“Have you never seen another fur shitting themselves?”
The crocodile's question came out of nowhere and pulled Fey out of her mindless staring. She shook her head and looked away. “Sorry.”
Accompanied by a wave of stink the crocodile went over to the chopping block and Fey took a look at the backside of his padling. When listening closely one could hear the quiet chomping sound the padling made while devouring the crocodile's waste one bite after another, letting the look of a clean diaper return after a while.
“Well then, prey. I was promised that I would get some cattle to slaughter for the king's meal. Where is the cattle? Is it you?” he asked and pulled the chopping knife out of the block. Garren's chopping knife.
Fey bit her lower lip. “Of course not. The cattle are behind that door.”
She pointed to a door in the corner of the kitchen that was locked with a key.
The crocodile went to that door, unlocked and opened it. Behind that door was the same sheep that Fey had sent back yesterday. She looked at the crocodile in fear as he yanked her out of the manually-operated elevator and pulled her to the chopping block. Garren had always been careful with his cattle. He had offered his hand and support to get them out of the elevator. He talked to them, while sharpening his knife, telling them where he would cut, so they wouldn't feel any pain. Of course they knew what they had to expect when entering the elevator that was operated by a diaper critter at the point, where they entered it. But with Garren they always calmed down, before he went to business. They almost never screamed.
Not so with this new guy. He pulled the sheep to the chopping block and bent her over it. “Hey, what are you doing?” she shouted and tried to kick him, but he grabbed her legs and spread them apart.
When cattle was chosen to be transported to the kitchen they were instructed to take off their clothes before, so the crocodile looked at the exposed pussy of the terrified sheep, while licking over his teeth. And then he did something that Garren would never have done. He pressed the cold knife's spine against her clit and the sheep flinched in shock.
“What a waste of a good fucktoy.” the crocodile grunted and pulled the knife back. Instead, he pushed two fingers inside of her, parting her labia and slowly began to finger her.
“That's n-not part of being processed, is it?” the sheep asked, her body still trembling in fear.
Fey shook her head. “No it isn't!” She came up to the crocodile and pulled back his arm. “Just make it quick, before you grow attached to her. I thought you were a professional?”
“Fine...” he growled and lifted the chopping knife. Fey was hoping for a clear cut so the sheep didn't have to suffer any longer.
Chop!
A bloodcurdling scream was everything that Fey heard. As always, she didn't look at it and had her eyes closed, but she knew that this stupid lizard had not beheaded the poor creature properly.
Chop!
Another scream, even higher pitched than the one before echoed through the kitchen and Fey just had to open her eyes. “Oh fuck, what are you doing?” she shouted and wrenched the bloody knife out of his hand.
Quickly, she positioned herself, the sheep still screaming in pain. “I'm so sorry, my dear.” Fey said.
Chop!
Silence. Then, Fey exploded with anger. “What were you thinking, you dumb lizard? We're here to process the ingredients, not to play with them, not to torture them and not to- Hey!”
The crocodile hit her hand with the knife in it and it fell to the ground, then he grabbed Fey by her throat and pressed her against the wall. “Listen, prey, I'm here because those diaper critters found me how I mauled a little deer like you after fucking her until she was screaming in pain. With this thing on, I won't be able to fuck you anymore, but I can still do this.” he growled and positioned one of his hands on Fey's left breast and the other between her legs.
She could feel him attempting to finger her even through her clothes but it should stay at an attempt. With a resounding Smack she slapped him in his face and he tumbled backwards. Fey quickly jumped to the chopping knife and grabbed it. She held it in front of her in a fierce grip. “Don't come closer, or else I will disembowel you!” she shouted at him and he backed down.
She stood there in a cold sweat and pointed the knife at him. “Into the elevator!”, she commanded.
Slowly he stepped towards the elevator and opened it.
Fey pushed him inside, closed the door and locked it with the key. Then she finally lowered the knife.
When she carved the flesh off the bones of that unlucky sheep she felt like a species traitor. Not only was she cooking a stew out of the sheep's body, but on top of that came the realization that this marked the first time she ever ended a cattle's life on her own. She had done it out of mercy, because of this crocodile maniac, but it was still her who had ended her life. Fey felt dirty. Washing her hands didn't help and even after she emptied the slaughterhouse waste into the intended barred hole in the ground, she had the feeling of having done something forbidden. She remembered her mother’s words. “Never forget, who the true enemy is.” Today she was feeling like the true enemy.
She ignored the sounds the crocodile made in the elevator until she was done with the stew and it was ready to be served. A diaper critter took the bowl with him and Fey left the kitchen for today. It was late and she needed sleep.
~
She didn't even come as far. The dorm room of the king's servants like she was one, was guarded by two diaper critters. And as she reached for the door handle to open it, one of the guards looked at her. “The king wants to see you. Now.”
A sentence like a death knell. She knew that day would come one day. But she didn't expect it to be this day. On the other hand... a day like this one was perfect. She was already feeling completely down. She wouldn't beg for her life. She wouldn't argue. Whatever it would be, she would take her punishment. And if that meant to be reunited with her mother and her father, it would even make her happy to some extent.
She nodded and headed back to the throne room, guided by a guard, so she wouldn't attempt to flee.
The king on his litter box throne looked down at her. She didn't fear him. She was prepared. She had already imagined what it would be like, sliding down his throat.
Fey just stood there and looked up at him. No bowing down. No arguing. “My king. You have summoned me. Here I am!” she said with a firm voice.
“You disappointed me!” the king's voice boomed through the hall.
“Okay.” she answered.
Bewildered, the dragon diaper beast looked down at her. “The sheep stew you brewed was oversalted.”
This fucking crocodile. If he had cared better for the sheep before killing her, the fear wouldn't have made her flesh tasting more salty than usual. But Fey just shrugged. It didn't matter anymore. “Okay. I'll accept my punishment.”
“I promised you something when you were young. Your fate will be worse than your mom's.” the king suddenly remembered. A smile grew on his face. “Guards. Introduce her to my queen. This is her usual feeding time, so she will be pleased to get a tasty young deer for dinner.”
The queen? She didn't see a queen in this room. In that moment, the guard behind her grabbed her and pulled her with him.
She was pulled downstairs, deeper into the dark depths of the castle, through long corridors that were only dimly lit, even deeper than the king's meat farm. When they went down the last stony spiral stair, they came to a giant double wing door. The diaper critter opened it, pushed Fey inside the dark room and the last source of light behind her was shut off, when the door was closed again.
“Hello?” Fey asked into the wide room. The answer came as a quiet rustling sound from above her that was followed by a muffled scream. And after that, silence.
She looked up, but her eyes hadn't accommodated to the darkness yet and she couldn't see a thing.
Perking up her ears she listened into the darkness. From far away, a faint crackling sound could be heard. She knew that sound all too well. Whenever Garren had “fed” his padling it had sounded the same.
Fey blinked once more and tried to spot the source of the noise. And slowly the first outlines became visible. She stood in a room that was even bigger than the throne room. Everywhere were hanging thick strings of a white material. A giant three-dimensional spider web that has been spun across the entire room. And in the corner of her eyes, something huge began to move along the strings into her direction.
“Seems like my king has sent me another morsel.” a whispering voice said. It seemed to come from the thick strings of spider silk and could be heard anywhere in the room. It sounded like it came from behind Fey and she turned around only to be greeted with darkness. “But don't you worry, my dear. I have eaten already and have other plans for you.”
She turned around again and this time she stared into eight red-glowing eyes. They had something mesmerizing to them and even if she would have wanted to run away, she felt two weights, one on each of her shoulders, holding her in place. The front legs of the giant spider that pushed her shoulders down were thick and hairy. She didn't look like a diaper beast at all. Except for her abdomen which seemed to be covered in thick padding. Fey got a good look at it as the spider pulled her under her body and began to spin her around, a thick web coming out of her abdomen, covering Fey's body with every spin that the dark room made in front of her eyes. The eight legs grabbed her, spun her around and let go of her again in a steady motion and it didn't take long for the queen to fully envelop the deer in her web.
Fey felt the motion sickness. She had totally lost her orientation by the constant spinning. The position the queen has forced her in wasn't really uncomfortable, but it wasn't a position Fey would stay in naturally for more than a few minutes. Her legs were spread apart and her knees bent. Her butt wasn't covered in silk and her face was free as well. With a swift motion, the spider took her with her, went up on the strings and taped Fey into a free spot in her web, where she hung in a squatting position now.
“This is a nice spot for you, don't you think, my dear?” the voice whispered.
“F-For what?” she stammered, still feeling dizzy from the spin cycle.
“For being my last feeder.” she whispered. “Look around.”
Slowly blinking, Fey looked around in the room. Everywhere were furs, completely covered in webs and even their faces weren't visible beneath the thick white material. But next to Fey were four other furs in the same position as her, a thick padling around the waist of each and some kind of facepad on their head. She had learned about facepads from Garren. Those things were devious. They looked like normal padlings but only wrapped themselves around their victims head, where they fulfilled different functions. Sometimes, furs were transformed into hunters, because diaper critters didn't have the best mobility, so more agile furs were used to hunt others down. Sometimes, they transformed them into breeders. That happened mostly on the meat farm. The facepad produced pheromones and aphrodisiacs to increase the potency of the wearer and making them sex-addicted in the process, so they have only one thing in mind: Reproduction.
There were other things those facepads could do, but Fey could only remember these two right now. In fact, she had wanted to forget about them completely.
But these facepads seemed different. They didn't pulsate like the padlings between the furs' legs did. They seemed like normal diapers. Except for the hole in the front, where a long tube went upwards and disappeared in the ceiling.
She heard one of the other furs grunting. A zebra stallion, from what she could see. There was something traveling down the tube and into his mouth. And on his backside, the padling bulged out with a fresh load of manure. Even from the small distance she could tell that the zebra's penis was erect under the living fabric and it seemed like the padling was stroking it. That would have explained the steady grunts and moans coming from the stallion.
And now Fey realized that all of the other furs were grunting and moaning as well. All of their feeding tubes pushed a constant stream of mush into the diapers over their face so they had to gulp it down if they didn't want to suffocate. Like an automated feed bag that never stopped filling up.
“What are they being fed?” Fey cautiously asked.
“Oh my, what a curious one.” the queen snickered in her whispering voice. “Where do you think the slaughterhouse wastes from the kitchen go? They are reduced to a pulp and then spiked with strong laxatives and other chemicals. But you are about to experience it first hand.”
Fey saw how the queen's legs reached down to her padded abdomen and spread it open with two legs. A third leg went inside and when she pulled it out, it had a padling in its grasp. “This cushling will be your first to feed. Don't worry. There are many others. When this one is sated, I will replace it with a new one. They are all remaining ones that didn't get a host at the last GPT.” she sighed and Fey could have sworn to hear sorrow in her voice.
The last GPT was five weeks ago. GPT was short for “Great Padding Time”, an event that took place half a year. At that time, female diaper beasts birthed a huge amount of new padlings which all needed a host to survive. So every six months, furs from all over the country were chosen as the hosts of these deadly creatures. Most of them had only ten or fifteen years to live from then on. But everyone was glad that they weren't chosen sooner.
The queen placed the padling at Fey's waist, directly over her pants.
“Shouldn't I get naked before?” she asked.
“Don't worry, my eager dear. The cushling is strong enough to dissolve any fabric. You will feed them until the next GPT. After that, I will see what I will do with all of you. Probably I will eat you or stuff you into my abdomen.” the queen snickered, while reaching out for the facepad with the tube inside and placing it on Fey's head.
And suddenly her world turned numb. Her vision was blocked, her nose was pressed into the cushy fabric and her mouth was forced open by the tube. It was longer than she expected, it reached into her mouth so she had to open wide so her teeth wouldn't get punched out as the queen pressed it into her with gentle force. Then the tapes were shut around her head and the queen withdrew and left Fey alone in the darkness with the other furs.
Fey's only sense left was her hearing now. She listened to the grunting and moaning of the other enslaved furs. And then, she tasted it. A mixture of bone meal, ground flesh and something else with a sweet note pushed into her mouth and she didn't have time to think twice. She gulped it down. The mixture traveled down her throat, leaving a warm feeling. Again, she felt like a species traitor. Not only did she kill another fur, now she was being fed the remains of one as well. Was it the sheep she killed earlier this day? She couldn't tell. But she was forced to gulp the mash down.
Next to her, she heard the zebra stallion grunting again and a crackling sound signaled that the laxative in his food was working as intended.
Meanwhile Fey felt her stomach getting bigger from the forced feeding, but soon it pushed against the bonds made out of spider silk which was wrapped tightly around her body. She still had to gulp down load after load of processed meat and just as she felt that she couldn't take any more of it, her stomach made a loud gurgle and she felt a big part of the mash travel down into her bowels, where it quickly searched its way to her anus.
As she felt it prodding against her sphincter, she flinched a little and tried to clench her cheeks. She didn't want to soil herself like all the others did. She still had some dignity. But her dignity was getting lower and lower with every time her bowels begged for release in the form of a painful cramp.
“Just relax.” the queen's voice whispered into her ear. “The pain will go away and it will feel good.”
Fey winced as she heard the voice so close to her and this short moment of distraction resulted in a loss of concentration. And that loss of concentration resulted in the inevitable. Fey's poor sphincter gave up and with a wet Blortch her bowels released the mostly undigested mush into her pants, where it didn't have much space to fill, so it traveled up her ass crack and into the front, where it coated her labia. Defeated, Fey began to cry, all the while she still had to gulp down more of the mush, and her bowels were still acting without her consent and pushed more of the mess out of her system and into her already destroyed pants.
“Don't worry.” the queen whispered. “You will get used to it. Eventually.”
Suddenly, the padling around Fey's waist began to move. She had almost forgotten that it was there. But now that it smelled food, it came to life. Like a raspy tongue, something pulled at her pants which caused the smelly contents in it to smear everywhere. Fey had never felt so disgusted before. And it wasn't over. A few licking motions of the padling later and she heard a faint ripping sound, followed by loud munching as the paddling started to feed on the ever-growing mound of poop that could now enter the creature without a second line of fabric between it and her sphincter.
Fey's bladder released itself as well now and she felt the front of the padling growing squishy and warm as it soaked up the hot urine while making slurping noises. This was her worst nightmare coming true.
The feeding never really stopped. Once a while there were a few minutes without a constant supply of mash, but most of the time she had to swallow it without a pause. Obviously that caused her bowels to work constantly as well. After an hour, her anus was hurting from the constant flow of semi-solid mess. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that the padling's licking motions made her moan out loud enough for the queen to hear. And these motions have brought her so close to the edge of an orgasm. She wanted to touch herself, but couldn't. Her arms were bound behind her back. Unable to move, she just continued with soiling herself and listening to the other furs in the room doing the same. Except when she heard the zebra whinnying loudly as he reached an orgasm from the constant pooping. Now she wished for a prostate. A wish that went unfulfilled.
She didn't know how long she hung there, but when the queen finally lifted the diaper with the feeding tube from her face, Fey gasped for air and gave one last push that filled the padling to the brim, before she drifted to sleep completely exhausted, while the paddling munched away at what her bowels had pumped into it.
The next morning came way too soon for her taste and with it a new padling around her waist and the feeding tube back in her mouth. This critter felt a little lethargic, even when she emptied out the first wave of mush into it, it took its time to eat it, instead of rushing to devour it like the first one did. It even went so far that Fey had to push out a second and a third wave into the living fabric before it was even done eating the first load completely. The padling's body was filled to the bursting point, but before she could add a fourth load to it, she felt something blocking her sphincter. Not only was the padling somehow blocking it, it also pushed the poop that had already left her body back into her ass, effectively giving her a shit enema. Her belly bloated visibly and the queen had to step in, before Fey exploded from the pressure she received from both ends. She removed the padling and stored it inside of her body, then got out a new one and even before fully placing it on Fey's body, her overfilled bowels emptied themselves out once again and the new padling grew visibly in size, before happily munching away at this four-course meal.
Days passed by. Days turned to weeks. And slowly Fey became used to all of this. She became used to the screams of the other furs that the queen devoured each day. She became used to the taste of the minced meat that was spiked with laxatives and other chemicals. And she became used to the feeling of padlings that got changed for a new one every few hours. After all these laxatives, her sphincter didn't fully close anymore, rendering her incontinent for the rest of her life, but that also brought her into a great position.
The queen had told them that she was going to give birth to countless padlings at the next GPT, but she would also give birth to one special “royal cushling”. It would only stay on a host if it thinks they are worthy.
“All five of you have a good chance to be chosen by the royal cushling.” the queen whispered into the room. “But each one that isn't will end up in my body. The nutrients you are being fed will help your body grow worthy and they also help the cushlings you're feeding right now. I don't choose the winner, but I will punish the losers that's for sure. So I want all of you to give your best. And if you win, you will be treated royally.”
That was the incentive Fey needed. She worked hard to gulp down the steady stream of processed meat faster, so she could produce more mess. Her belly was swollen constantly and even if she emptied her bowels out in one big push, she was able to do it again a few minutes later. She wanted to be the number one of royal pottypants.
After a while, Fey got so used to the daily routine of feeding and pooping that she wasn't exhausted anymore at the end of the day. And one day when the queen lifted the facepad from her, she looked at her with curiosity. “May I ask you, what exactly you are, my queen?” Fey asked. The queen looked like a hybrid of a spider and a diaper critter. But Fey wanted to know for sure, because Garren had never told her about a creature like that.
The eight red glowing eyes looked at her and the queen pondered if she should answer her. “You really are a curious one, aren't you? Maybe I'll tell you one day. If you don't end up in my belly or abdomen, of course.” she finally whispered with a snicker in her voice before leaving her in the darkness for the night. That was even more incentive for Fey to work extra hard to win this contest.
Many more weeks passed.
And then the day of GPT came.
The queen had been busy all day with laying eggs that would soon hatch into young padlings and cart after cart, the eggs were brought to the castle courtyard, where they would hatch and get attached to one of the many furs which were brought here from all around the country.
Once the queen was done, she pulled the facepads off the heads of her five feeders. “Hold it in.” she whispered.
Fey began to panic. Her sphincter was completely loose. She wouldn't be able to hold the rest of the laxative induced mash in. And certainly not if she was the last in row to be tested for the royal padling. She already felt it churning in her belly.
First was the raven lady. Her beak clicked nervously as the queen pulled the slimy royal padling that had four tapes instead of the usual two out of her abdomen and pressed it against the raven's butt after removing the normal padling and storing it away.
The royal padling didn't even wrap itself around the raven. It came off immediately again and almost fell to the ground if the queen hadn't caught it.
The raven began to sob, but the queen didn't care.
Next was the male rat and again the royal padling didn't even want to touch the fur. “Oh shit...” he said.
“Oh no!” the white wolf whimpered and with a Squelch his normal padling filled up as he couldn't hold his load in anymore. The queen didn't even try the royal padling on him after that.
The zebra stallion was next in line and Fey tried to clench her cheeks shut, because she already felt how a new mushy load was parting her sphincter.
The royal padling wrapped itself around the zebra's butt and with a relieved sigh the stallion unloaded the contents of his bowels into it. And then it came off again.
Fey's padling was removed. “Hold it in.” she thought. And then the royal padling with the zebra's massive load still inside was pushed against her butt. Slimy zebra shit began to coat her privates. And she was about to add more to that. She stopped clenching and a cascade of poop rushed out of her ass and filled up the already full critter more. Fey almost expected it to fall off. But it didn't.
“Look's like we finally have a host for the royal cushling.” the spider whispered. “And that also means that I won four exquisite meals.”
“No... Please my queen, we were excellent feeders, please spare us!” the zebra begged.
“How about we let our new royal cushling feeder decide your fate?” the spider asked. “What do you think? Fey, right? You have won. Make your first decision as a royal cushling feeder. May I eat them or shall I spare them?”
Fey looked at the four feeders. She had won. And a devilish grin started to form on her face.
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