The White Lady
Prologue
“Lissa!” he screamed. He was running through the dark hallway in panic. “Lissa, where are you?”
A few minutes ago, the two foxes were strolling through the castle, holding hands and laughing about what the locals had said to warn them. This old castle was said to be haunted, and they all feared coming too close, because too many travelers had gone missing already. The couple had waved it off as nonsense. They had visited a lot of “haunted” places before and never found anything supernatural nor exceptionally terrifying.
But when his wife got snatched away in front of his eyes by what seemed to be a white specter, he began to understand why this castle was different from anything they had explored before.
The fox ran around a corner, calling out his wife’s name again. “Lissa!”
She didn’t answer. <Shit, shit, shit!> he thought. He loved her, he really did. But whatever had abducted Lissa didn’t seem to be the type of creature that would keep their prey alive. He had to get out of here, before the monster that the locals had called The White Lady would catch him as well. There was no time for sorrow now. He could still mourn his wife as soon as he was back in safety. But first he needed to find the exit.
Dark corridor after dark corridor he passed, running for his life. And finally, the front door of the castle came into his sight. He prepared to slam into it with his body to escape the haunted place, but when his shoulder crashed into it, he just bounced off of it. Screaming in pain, he hammered his fists against the door that didn’t move. He grabbed the handle and pulled, even though he knew he had to push to open.
And then, a silent breeze behind him let him freeze. A foul odor entered his nose. He had smelled this before when Lissa had been snatched away. And when he turned his head around, he saw her. The White Lady. A beautiful owl that looked at him with curiosity. But where did this smell come from?
“P-Please… just let me go!” he begged, and The White Lady began to snicker.
“Why would you want to go? Your wife loves it here.” she answered with a voice so soothing that he almost instantly forgot how dire the situation was.
“Lissa… where is she?” he felt his throat going dry.
The giant owl came closer and the smell was getting even more prominent. Then she pulled her wings away that covered her belly. Her round belly that was full with a struggling vixen. He could see his wife’s hands pushing from the inside, her muffled voice begging for help.
“She is right where she belongs.” The White Lady answered. “Well… not quite yet.”
Just now he realized where the stench was coming from. A bulging diaper was taped around her waist. It was already hanging quite low and was stained completely brown from front to back. It smelled like she had worn it for days, maybe even weeks without a change.
“Hey, my eyes are up here.” he heard her soothing voice, and he looked up again. How right she was. What mesmerizing eyes she had.
He didn’t notice how his mind slowly slipped into a trance. Not even, when she wrapped her wings around him and pushed his head against her full belly. He had to listen to the gurgling digestion sounds of her stomach and slowly his wife’s begging came to an end as her form became more mushy and lifeless with every second. Somehow, he couldn’t care less. This beautiful owl was all he needed in his life. Why did he even marry this vixen in the first place? He couldn't even remember her name anymore, so she couldn't have been that important to him, right?
He felt his hands kneading the messy backside of the owl’s thick diaper. Had she placed them there, or had this been his idea? He couldn’t tell. But it felt so warm and mushy, and kneading it reminded him of playing with dough when he was a cub.
And then he heard the owl grunting and a fresh hot load that had been his wife filled the smelly diaper even more. He couldn’t help but knead the padding harder, mixing the fresh mess with the one from days ago. The smell was intoxicating, but the lustful moans of the predator that just digested and pushed out his former love were everything he wanted. He was in heaven.
And of course he simply nodded when the owl asked him if he wanted to join his wife as a stinking pile of poop in her sagging diaper.
He knew that he was someone special to her from the way she looked down at him. And when she opened her beak, he lifted his arms to make it easier for her to swallow him. While he slid down her slippery throat and into the darkness of her stomach, he never felt more loved than now.
Dressed in compelling white
Roams an ancient creature
Under her wings, out of sight
She hides a crinkly feature
No matter your form or size
Her beak fits every prey
And when she stares in your eyes
You’ll be her meal today
Run, tasty morsel, run
She will get you without a rush
And once she had her fun
All that’s left of you is mush
You aren’t the first nor the last who’s churning in her belly
It’s not even a fresh diaper; she really loves them smelly
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