Momma’s Girl’s Just Desserts
By: Monica Vix
Isone was quietly reading in her living room. Surrounding her was the gentle roar of a fireplace
rolling away in the dead of winter. The long legs of the barn owl stretched as her white feathers rolled
along the soft paper of her book. Deep black eyes scanned line after line, the gentle tranquility of her
home being a relaxing place to the hard working avian. The fun nick knacks of books and various
trophies all over her shelves and along the mantle gave this cozy cabin feeling to her rather sizable
house.
With a shift in her posture and a sip of her tea, the owl relaxed. Her lovely grey sweater and sleek
navy-blue dress pants gave her an air of comfort and power. The rather professional attire worn in such
a casual environment granted Isone a sense of dominance and focus over the quaint scene of her living
room.
The shifting around from a would be thief, however, only contrasted from the sweet nature of her
scene. Isone let out a low sigh, her beak parting just an inch. One of her molted feathers was placed
into her book to keep her place. With the book set aside, the cozy barn owl stood to her talon tipped
feet.
“Monica.” Isone spoke in a loud, firm voice. “I know you’re up there in my room. Bring your ass
down here right now.” The owl didn’t waste any time getting the rabbit to do what she wanted. Simply
by the progressively more frantic rustling, Isone new she had the effect she desired on the rabbit.
Monica, a brown bunny on Isone’s ‘nice list,’ was a consistent visitor. Even when she wasn’t
invited, occasionally entering without making her presence known. The brown rabbit was an amusing
thorn in the owl’s side, to say the very lease about their relationship. A brat, to say the least. She never
truly got in the way and always paid up when the powerful predator asked or demanded it, always
giving into Isone’s desires when the owl put her foot down. This was one of those times.
The brown rabbit in question was walking down the staircase, hands behind her back. Along her
body was a multitude of layers, the cold winter air outside being like poison to her. A black sweat shirt,
a stereotypically nerdy Dungeons and Dragons jacket, and slim fitting grey leggings. Monica’s emerald
eyes stared towards Isone, a wide smile growing on her face.
“Wow! You look amazing!” The bunny complimented the instant she could. “Is that a new top?
Really suits you.” She spoke in a light and carefree tone.
Isone’s steel eyed gaze didn’t reflect any humor. “So. Would you care to explain why you were
snooping around my bedroom, Ms. Vix?” The owl stood with her arms crossed. Her form stood roughly
on eye level with the rabbit still on the stairs. “And what, pray tell, do you have behind your back?”
“N-nothing, nothing!” The rabbit revealed her empty hands. “I was just looking for what you got
me for Christmas.” The rabbit said quickly, trying to spit it out to avoid the wrath of the owl. “Well, uh,
I couldn’t find anything, so no secrets lost? I can tell you what I got you, if you want!” Monica tried to
weasel her way out of any trouble.

The owl sighed with a low, disappointed groan. “I knew I was right to hide them.” Isone muttered
to herself. “No, I don’t want to know. How about this: you do as I say for the rest of the night, let me
have a quiet evening away from work, and I don’t regift your presents elsewhere.”
“W-wait, wait, you don’t got to do that!” Monica hastily stepped forward. Her short stature was
especially highlighted when compared to the towering avian. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it! I
don’t want to lose what you got!” Her eagerness couldn’t be overstated. “I’ll put on that slutty maid
dress if you want! I’ll actually clean this time!”
Monica was mostly ignored as the tall avian started to walk forward. Her wing arm slipped along
the shoulders of the rabbit, giving a forceful push ahead towards the stairs. “Perhaps, but now we’re
going back to my room. Just to get you in your new uniform for the night. I know you came in
expecting trouble like this, so why not… indulge while I’m in the mood?” Isone’s voice was low and
gentle, a smoldering dominance on the coat tails of her words.
The rabbit fell silent as she was escorted up the stairs, back to where she was rummaging around
to try to find her presents. Monica was pushed in front of Isone as the pair went up the gently curving
staircase. Passing down the hall connecting to the bedroom, the brown rabbit was near instantly thrust
upon the bed! Her long ears flopped against her back as she landed face first into the soft mattress, her
back completely turned to the owl behind her.
“Go on and strip. I don’t want to hear complaints about how cold it is, you’ll be warm and
bundled up before you know it.” Isone commanded with a firm voice. Her slender body strode over to
the closet, talons barely grazing the carpet. Dark eyes gazed down at the mess in the closet’s door.
“Looks like you were busy.” The owl commented.
Monica did as she was told, already starting to strip out of her jacket and shirt. She didn’t wish to
attract more displeasure from the lovely avian. “I was barely in for five minutes.” The rabbit huffed,
pulling the nerdy jacket over her head. “If you didn’t want me to pop by this often, I’m surprised you
haven’t taken the key from me.” Monica joked. The soft laugh of the rabbit was quickly stifled by a
singular glare from the owl. An over the shoulder look sending a shiver down the bunny’s spine.
The towering barn owl dove into the closet. At first she began to put back the mess that her friend
had left. Boxes being stacked back in their positions, clothes brushed to lay flat against each other. That
was, until, she was ready to fully get started. A large box on the ground, one undisturbed by lapine
hands, was shifted out of the closet. Its massive shape seemed to hold more than just a simple uniform
and some props.
As the rabbit was stripping down to her underwear, shivering on the bed, she gazed over to the
box. Monica’s interest was piqued. The large, cumbersome cardboard container was sure to hold
something interesting at the very least! Her white furred hands rolled over her arms and sides,
strumming her corset piercings as if they were guitar strings. Emerald eyes were firmly fixated onto the
box as her hands slipped up her bra and down her panties, stripping herself completely bare.
“Good girl.” Isone complimented in a dry voice. Her wing arms dove down and pierced the veil
of the box’s mystery. “Arms out forward.” She commanded. A large, pastel pink straitjacket was lifted
within her white and brown feathered grip! Darker pink straps, silver buckles, and the long pastel pink
sleeves of the restraining device were on full display for Monica to see.

Hesitating for a moment, Monica obediently stuck her arms out. “You really aren’t wasting any
time, huh….” She spoke in a nervous, anxious tone. “Do I have a safe word or anything like that?” The
rabbit spoke hopefully, looking up towards her avian mistress.
“Stoplight, but I doubt you’d need it.” The owl stated. Her hands slipped the pink sleeves along
the brown and white arms of the rabbit, tugging a zipper up her back to lock it in place for the moment.
The canvas like material clung to her body as the zipper rode up, hiding the third and largest set of
corset piercings on the rabbit’s back. “This isn’t going to hurt you or over stimulate you in any way, so
why even bother?” Isone firmly tugged the sleeves of the straitjacket around and threaded them through
the duller straps, slowly locking and binding Monica into the soft prison of her self hug.
Groaning a little as the straps were locked in place behind her back, Monica pouted. “Aw, come
on, that’s not really fair, is it?” She complained like a brat. Gasping a little as the straitjacket was fully
bound to her, snugly tied off and restraining her completely, the rabbit only pouted more. Less than a
moment and she was already struggling a little, wiggling her arms around in their soft sleeves.
“Oh, hush, you.” Isone said in a disinterested tone. “I know when you start to panic and I’ll be
there to see it. You don’t need a safe word, especially with how well I know you.” She quelled the
uppity nature of the rabbit with an almost motherly scolding. Her feathered hands dug into the box once
again and shifted around, the sound of plastic crinkling being heard. Then, a diaper was pulled from the
container! It looked rather soft and particularly fluffy when compared to what you think an adult sized
diaper would look like.
Monica stared in disbelief. “Okay… uh… what?” She couldn’t even formulate a thought. “Is that
a diaper? Wow, uh… hm. I always thought you were a MILF, but this is something else, mommy.” The
rabbit could only make a joke in this sort of situation. That was until the padding was being pushed
towards her.
Isone didn’t indulge the rabbit’s jokes. One feathered hand pushed the lapine down onto her back,
her exposed rear and crotch all for the avian’s taking. Despite the wiggling legs, the soft diaper was
spread out under the bunny’s butt, the little leaf like tail being tucked through a small, elastic tail hole.
The barn owl lady would then sprinkle a healthy dose of baby powder all along the crotch of the rabbit,
being sure to get in the creases of her thighs in order to protect her from any chafing. A light spritz of
peppermint oil was sprayed onto Monica’s soon to be padded crotch as well.
“Uh… Isone?” The rabbit looked down to her crotch. “Are you being serious here? This is, uh…
maybe a little gross?” She seemed rather nervous, a bit apprehensive about being tied up in a diaper.
Blush warmed her cheeks as if she was sitting by a fire. “If this is your idea of a punishment, I guess.”
Monica shuddered as the cool oil stained her brown and white furred crotch.
It only took a moment more before the crinkly front of the diaper was pulled up slowly. Isone
gingerly took her time taping up the sides of the padding, locking Monica’s crotch in the warm and soft
embrace of a perfectly prepared pamper. The weak kicks died down as the rabbit simply accepted the
diaper for a moment. Her emerald eyes curiously gazed down at it, unsure how to feel about the
relatively gross thing taped onto her.
The owl would produce a large pacifier gag from the box, lifting it out of the cardboard container
using her sharp talons. Passing it to her hand, she displayed it for Monica to see. “Alright. If you’re so
insistent on being a whiny little baby, I should get you something more pleasant to use that little mouth

for.” Isone teased. “Does my silly little bunny want her pacifier?” The owl loomed over the helpless
bound bunny, teasing the clear nipple of the pacifier at the white lips of her punishment bun. “Go on
and take it. And this… MILF will put it on for you.” Isone indulged in that one singular comment with
a look of disdain.
“At least you ad-” Monica was cut off by the pacifier being shoved into her open mouth! There
was a muffle of brief protest as the muting gag was stuffed into her mouth and the straps around the
back of her head were pulled taunt. The bunny was reduced to soft suckling sounds and helpless
muffled words of protest.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Isone smiled. Her beak’s corners curled up, those dark eyes gazing
down at the muffled bunny. “There you go, good girl. No more words. Just let mommy Isone take care
of you.” Her voice dipped low. It was a low rumble like thunder, every word from the strict and
motherly owl cooed and sent shivers down the padding rabbit’s spine.
Monica’s emerald eyes winced as her struggling became just a little more frantic. The soft coo of
Isone’s words quelled her frustration, her eyes slowly opening. It looked like she was half asleep
looking up at the owl. Simply seeing the foreboding, tall avian looming over her triggered the little
prey parts of the rabbit’s mind, sending a bout of anxious fear through her body. A soft hiss was heard.
The front of the diaper slowly filled with the pee of the well hydrated rabbit. The only inkling of
Monica peeing herself was the soft sound that filled the air.
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I scaring you?” Isone said softly. Her larger body laid down next to the bound
rabbit, the straitjacketed body of the bunny getting tugged into the warmth of the owl’s clothing. “How
about you stay here, my naughty girl.” The owl teased. “Just let your thoughts fade away and be a good
little bunny for me.” Isone further encouraged the submission of her rabbit friend.
With the gentle pats and rolling feathers along her canvas covered back, the rabbit melted. Her
face being shoved into Isone’s somewhat small breasts also helped quell her fear. All of the warmth that
surrounded the rabbit made her feel so much more comfortable with the entire thing, even if the
sensation of a pee soaked diaper between her legs still grossed her out. It was just another source of
warmth. She tried to pretend it was just a heat pack between her legs.
“So, Monica, I was reading when you suddenly barged in,” Isone began, “I’m going to leave you
here for a minute and get my book. If you’re good, I’ll give you something nice. Okay?” The owl spoke
slow and carefully, as if Monica was barely able to hear or understand her. Speaking down to the bunny
like she was a kid. “Would you be a good bunny for me, my little diaper girl?” Isone’s beak was
pressed to the base of Monica’s ear as she spoke. She send rumbling thunder down the spine of the
helpless rabbit, shattering her mind with simple words.
There was a hesitant, slow nod. That bunny wanted a reward. Especially after being pushed to
wear this weird feeling diaper. How could she turn her nose up at the chance of being pleasured more?
“Very good.” Isone complimented. “Now, just lay here, I’ll be back in a minute or less.” The tall
barn owl laid the rabbit on her back. Her long legs stretched up into the air and used the momentum of
her kick down to bring herself to her feet.
It took only a few steps away from the bed until Isone heard Monica’s struggling. The crinkle of
the diaper and the shifting of canvas wasn’t quiet. With a simple turn and a glare from her large dark

eyes, the owl told the rabbit to quit it with barely a look. As Monica fell still, Isone walked on. The tall
avian exited the room and slipped down the hallway, effortlessly gliding down the stairs. She only left
to grab her book and tea, just return to her bedroom and her waiting rabbit. Yet her eyes were drawn to
the kitchen, desiring a sweet treat to end the night with.
Isone slipped her book under her wing and held onto her tea cup. With a sigh, she declined
herself the treat, promising it for herself later. The barn owl had other matters to attend to. She
ascended the staircase and walked along the hallway, hearing the slight shifts of sheets and the
crinkling of a slightly soaked diaper.
She breached the doorway to see her captive bunny standing on her feet! Monica was struggling
in her restraints more, wiggling enough to get the diaper leaking down her leg. The erratic rabbit in her
attempt to avoid the grossness of her freshly pampered butt only made it worse for herself, the irony
not lost of the owl. Isone’s disappointed gaze said it all. She walked over to the bunny and forcibly sat
her down on the bed, making the soggy diaper squish between her leg and the soft cushion of the
mattress.
“Look what you did.” Isone chided. “You somehow messed with it to the point where you’re
already leaking.” Her soft, disappointed tone was enough to make any rabbit feel smaller than a mouse.
“Now just sit still, Monica. I’ll get you double padded and restrain you more, since you can’t seem to
control yourself.” The owl spoke as she set her tea and book on the nightstand.
Monica whined as she sat there. Her arms crossed due to the straitjacket shifted around just a
little, barely able to move in her binding. It looked like she was pouting with her arms crossed like an
uppity child. The rabbit looked away, blush filling her white furred cheeks. The squishing of the diaper
between her legs and on the bed was distracting more than anything else, making her feel how gross it
was constantly. She hated how it felt so good.
The owl pulled the cardboard box over with her long leg stretching out to it. As it got close, Isone
dug her winged hands into the box again, dragging out another large diaper. With a guiding hand, she
slowly led Monica to lay down on her back. The fussy expression on the diaper bunny’s face was
amusing to say the least. A second diaper was unfurled and slipped under the compromised, leaky
padding. There were no squirms from the blushing bunny as her butt got twice and thick with pampers!
Monica simply looked away, closing her eyes and pouting as Isone expertly diapered her a second time,
skipping out on the baby powder and oil.
“There you go. All nice and padded.” Isone cooed softly. Her hand rolled over the front of the
rabbit’s double padded crotch, pressing firmly to tease her slit underneath. “Good girl for not putting up
a fuss.” The owl praised. “But bad girl for messing with your diaper to begin with. What did you even
do? Rip it on the bed frame? The nightstand?”
The brown rabbit squirmed with the low burning degradation that came with being called bad. It
made her feel horrible. Even as Isone gently ensnared the rabbit and pulled her close, being called a bad
girl was getting to her. The barn owl grabbed her book and tea with one hand each, bringing them over
the bed to sip from her cup. Monica was set to have her head resting on the soft plumage of her avian
caretaker. The two of them got cozy on the bed snuggling together.
As the pair shifted around on the sheets, the loud crinkling of the diaper between Monica’s legs
made more and more noise. The bunny’s soft suckling of her pacifier gag continued. She grew calmer

as Isone held onto her, keeping the small rabbit nice and close to her body. There was a soft hiss as the
rabbit started to fill her padding more and more, the blush along her cheeks growing brighter.
“Looks like you’re getting used to them already.” Isone spoke in a clam tone. She set her tea
aside before opening her book. “Been wanting to get you in a diaper anyways. Just so you know your
place with me.” Her voice was quiet, smooth; she effortlessly dominated the rabbit with just her words.
“Maybe I’ll keep you here over the weekend. Make you wear diapers as a punishment for making a
mess in my closet and my bed.” Isone took her feather from the book and set it on the bunny’s nose. “I
get the feeling you don’t have any weekend plans, hmm? You always come by, cause trouble, just to get
put in your place. At some point I feel like you wanted me to take control away from you.”
The inquisition and analyzing of the bunny’s behavior got her squirming. Monica tried to spit out
her gag, but struggled to even get the nipple of it out of her maw at all! She could only sigh through her
pacifier gag. A slow nod came as she nestled into the soft bosom of the bird. The rabbit wiggled her
toes and wrapped her legs around the long legs of her avian caretaker, squishing her double thick diaper
against her thigh. It was gross. It was nice. Just being pushed into this without much say in the matter
made her feel blissful in a weird, roundabout way.
Isone began to quietly read to herself. The needy, gentle humping on her thigh was mostly
ignored. One of her white and brown wings draped over the shoulders of the restrained rabbit, holding
Monica snugly so she could see the book as well. Black orbs of the owl’s eyes rolled over each word
and sentence, slowly and carefully reading it. The only interruption was a soft fart from the rabbit.
Those deep, black eyes looked over to the lapine. A flustered look filled Monica’s face as she
turned away from the owl, hiding her face into the soft chest the avian sported. Her suckling pacifier
was like a piston, pushing against the sweater covered breasts again and again as she helplessly suckled
away. Simply farting loud like that was enough to disrupt her calm demeanor.
The owl sighed softly and pat the back of the bunny. “Don’t be ashamed, it happens. But please
let me know if you need to go stinky, little bun.” Isone’s voice was smooth and even. Her attention was
placed back onto the book. “Maybe I’ll give you a change if you really need it. But I think you’ll be
fine sleeping in messy diapers, anyways. Just… get that feeling with you.” The owl returned to reading
line by line. Each of the helpless little whimpers and whines of uneasy, bratty pleasure was the surefire
sign that she was doing a good job taking autonomy away from the cute little girl.
Monica shook her head and returned to her snuggly position next to Isone. Being cuddled up so
close to the bird with her body warmed by her straitjacket and diaper was just a calming, tranquil scene.
It was like she could fall asleep there! Those emerald eyes slowly blinked, on the verge of fully closing
for sleepy time.
Every slight shift of the rabbit as she got cozy to drift off was pushed to the back of Isone’s head.
Until the cold foot paws of the bunny were pressing against her legs, making the leggings get a little
cooler from the touch. That’s when Isone realized that she left the bunny’s lower half completely bare
aside from her thick, thick padding! Her wing slipped from the rabbit’s shoulders and rolled down
Monica’s bound front, feathers grazing past the canvas straight jacket and the crinkly padding down to
the covers. A quilt was tugged over the pair, the soft fabric wrapping the pair in the warmth of a cuddly
winter night.

The rabbit looked and watched with sleepy eyes, eagerly awaiting the gentle embrace of the owl
once again as Isone tucked her in. The quilted blanket over her body, hiding the entity of the
straitjacket, was just a second warm hug on top of her binding! Monica couldn’t help herself. Her legs
squeeze over her soft padding and squished it into herself, a soft whine of gentle pleasure rolling from
her gagged mouth.
Isone gingerly wiggled herself under her little rabbit. Those great wings closed around her body
and held Monica close, keeping the bound girl right up against her warmth. “There there, don’t whine.
Mommy’s here.” Isone’s low cooing voice whispered into the long ears of the lapine. “Are you ready
for bed, sweetheart?” She asked.
A happy little squeal came from the rabbit. All she could do is nod. And, well, pee her diaper a
little more, the gentle hiss of her bladder releasing itself filling the air.
A smile grew along the barn owl’s beak. She closed her book once again, having only gotten a
chapter done, and set it on the nightstand. From there, she clicked the lights off, allowing herself and
her little bunny a nice, dark place to rest. Isone nestled in, resting her head on the pillow. Monica was
nuzzled up close, her nose against the grey sweater’s chest. The rabbit would slowly fall asleep in the
warmth of the owl, sighing in bliss.
Isone tucked her book away and set it on the nightstand. She would then snuggle in fully,
allowing herself the rest from a long day’s work and a short night’s play. As she closed her eyes, the
owl could hear the soft snoring of the rabbit who was already fast asleep in her bosom.