“Come on, Lucky! We’re almost there,” Two-Tone yelled. Trailing behind the dalmatian was her brother, Lucky. He rolled his eyes. She said that over half an hour ago.
“You mind telling me where we’re going exactly?” Lucky asked. Two-Tone shook her head playfully. Then she paused and pointed forward.
“There!” Lucky rushed to her side, shocked. In the small forest next to their farm was an abandoned house. Granted, if it wasn’t for the moss growing around it, they wouldn’t have known that. Before Two-Tone could say anything, Lucky had already dashed for the house.
“Come on slowpoke!” Lucky yelled. Two-Tone ran after him, a puzzled expression on both their faces.
The house’s interior, much like the outside, didn’t portray any sign of decay or neglect. While no one seemed to live here, someone still tended to this place. Evident by the door shutting behind them, red lights flashing everywhere, and a loud siren ringing.
“What’s happening?!” Lucky screamed. Two-Tone hid behind her brother, cowering.
“Lucky, I’m scared!”
An infrared light scanned them, the red lights deactivating. Shortly after, the sirens were replaced with a slightly quieter, feminine voice.
“Intruder alert! Processing… threat level: 0.1, unattended children. Required actions: keep children safe and locate parents. Deploying parental retrieval device.” From some unseen opening in a wall near the door, a bear plush roughly as tall as the pups stumbled out. It bowed to the speechless pups, then left through a convenient pup-sized door. 
That door promptly shut when they tried to follow behind the bear plush. 
“Analyzing child data, estimating age: 6 months - 1 year. Commencing appropriate care procedures.” 
There wasn’t much time for them to figure out what that met. Or how it arrived at those ages.  In a matter of a few seconds, two mechanical arms lifted them by their tails, taking them to a room in the back. Lucky and Two-Tone squirmed and wriggled helplessly to escape.
“Let us go!”
“This is totally uncool!”
Their continued complaints were ignored as they’re, lightly, thrown into the room. Before either could a dash for the door, it slammed shut in their faces. The sibling pair leaned on the door, complaining, “Let us out! You can’t keep us here.”
“But you’ll be safe here until your parents arrive. For now, we can’t have you making puddles on our floor,” something spoke. A six-foot-tall plush otter with black fur lifted them into its arms. Again, they thrashed against his unreasonable strong grip. 
“Hey! We’re housebroken!” Lucky complained. The otter shook its head. It even laughed at such a statement.
“Unlikely. Pups your age usually aren’t potty trained for another six months or so,” it laughed. They reached a large table with a white cloth draped over it. Plopping both pups on the table, it bent over to gather a few items from underneath the cloth. While distracted, the thought to run had occurred but... “Once I get you two ready, I’ll prepare some lunch.”
Lucky and Two-Tone turned to each other. Food was certainly a tempting force to keep them here for the time being. Besides, the plush didn’t seem dangerous. Entertaining it for a bit didn’t seem too unreasonable.
Unreasonable until, “Which pupper wants to be first?” After seeing what was in its paws, realization washed over them. The plush’s earlier remark about them not being housebroken. Their inaccurate ages that the machine mentioned. In the eyes of this house and plush, they were babies. 
“Um… you know we aren’t babies, right?” Two-Tone asked. The plush looked over the diapers in its paws then back to the pups. Numbers visibly ran through its eyes before it smiled.
“Sorry but our data clearly has you at an age that requires diapers. Though, if you both can make it half an hour without needing a change, no more diapers. Deal?” It offered. Regardless of the deal, Lucky and Two-Tone were going to end up in diapers. At the very least, the deal being offered would be easy enough for them to win.
“Deal.” The Dalmatians agreed then turned to each other. After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, Lucky sighed and laid down first. The plush lifted his legs and slid the diaper underneath.
“Oh, please forgive me. I should’ve introduced myself. I am a Plush Otter Buddy but call me Pob,” Pob introduced. 
“I’m Two-Tone and that’s my brother Lucky,” Two-Tone responded while Pob sprinkled powder on her brother’s crotch. Once the diaper was taped around Lucky’s waist, Pob gave his crotch a few pats, small puffs of powder squeezing out. 
“How’s that, Lucky?” Pob asked. Lucky scrunched his eyes, struggling to bring his hind legs together. His padding was certain thick, walking would definitely pose a channel. Were it any of the other pups on the farm, he’d get a nice laugh out of them in this crinkly garment decorated with Dalmatians pups in fire hats. Now he just wanted to hide under a bridge.
        “Does it have to be so thick?” Lucky complained.
“It shouldn’t be a problem if you’re as much of a big pup as you think you are.”  Pob retorted with a boop to Lucky’s nose. He wrinkled his nose before hmph-ing as Two-Tone took her turn. While just as thick as her brother’s, her diaper was decorated with Golden Retrievers pups wearing nurse hats. Her efforts to close her legs led her to pout, crossing her arms in frustration.
“Lucky’s right, why are these so thick?” Two-Tone whined. Pob ignored her complaint, taking them into its arms. They move into the kitchen, a single highchair awaiting them. Before either could voice their opinion, Pob reminded them of the deal.
“If you make it thirty minutes, the diapers and the baby stuff disappear,”
“But...” they whined.
“One more complaint and the deal’s off.” Pob threatened. The pups in his arms pouted, arms crossed as a set of mechanical arms lifted them from Pob’s grip. While they’re secured into the highchair, Pob rummaged through the kitchen. Leaving Two-Tone and Lucky to squirm for space. 
“Get off my tail!” Lucky complained.
“Then move your diapered butt of my paw!” Two-Tone barked.
“Pups be nice or the deal’s off,” Pob’s said from across the kitchen. From the cabinet, he plucked two bowls, roughly twice as their dog bowls at home. While Pob made their lunch and the pups continued to fight over space, they asked a single question.
“Can we get another highchair?!” They asked. Pob shook his head.
“Nope, only have one.”
“Why?” Two-Tone asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Haven’t had the time,” Pob answered. In its paws, a tray of two dog bowls filled purple mush with a spoon sticking out of one bowl. Pob let out a slight chuckle from the pups’ concerned face, “Trust me, it’ll taste better than it looks. Probably anyway. Can’t taste anything” 
Words that weren’t exactly a boast of confidence in the mush Pob was offering. 
“Uh… do you have anything else?” Lucky asked. Pob shook its head. The house was designed to cater to its occupants based on age. That included food locked away based on age. So unless the pups magically could prove their actual age, this was all they could get.
There was a period of silence between them. Lucky and Two-Tone staring at the mush before them, mouths shut, while Pob held up a spoon. Whenever a spoon neared either of their faces, they shook their head and nudged it to the other.
After a minute or so of this made Pob roll its eyes. After a seemingly random nod, Lucky felt a sharp tug on his tail. In the brief few seconds he yelped, several spoonfuls of mush were shoved into his maw. Grumbling a bit, he nonetheless chewed as his sister laughed at his disorientated face. He swallowed and exhaled. 
“How’s it taste?” she asked between laughs. Lucky sat slum in the high chair, looking visibly in shock. 
Much like her brother, Two-Tone yelped from a tug on her tail. Then just like Lucky, several spoonfuls of mush are shoved into her maw. Pob laughed as she made the same face as her brother. Now both pups sat limp in the highchair in shock. Confused, Pob tilted its head.
“Is it that bad?” Pob asked. They shook their heads.
“No, it’s the…” Two-Tone started.
“Best food we’ve ever had,” Lucky finished. Immediately, they snatched up their bowls and ravaged the mush that remained. Small chunks of food fell onto them, the highchair, and even a few specks landed on Pob. By the time it flicked off all the specks, Lucky and Two-Tone slammed their bowls on the tray.
“MORE PLEASE!” They demanded. To their complete devastation, Pob shook its head.
“It isn’t good for pups to overeat.” A simple but understandable response. They slammed their bowls onto the tray repeatedly.
“More! More!” The Dalmatian pups demanded. Now their outburst, after the fifth time, no longer seemed cute. Mechanical arms swarmed the pups, popping a pacifier into their mouths. Loose straps are tied around their neck, effectively muzzling the pups.
“MMPH?!” 
“Those will come out if you promise to behave. Otherwise, deal’s off and you’re staying as is until your parents arrive,” Pob threatened. Lucky and Two-Tone nod and their pacifier muzzles are removed. Not even a mumble is uttered while they’re unstrapped from the highchair into Pob’s plush arms.
They’re tossed over his shoulder, arms patting their back. Right as either pup tried to voice a complaint, burps escaped their maw.
“Burping puppies are happy puppies,” Pob said in a sing-song voice. They returned to the nursery, now a fully prepared tea party awaiting them. Were it not for the smell of freshly made biscuits, they would’ve complained. Well, at least Lucky would’ve complained.
“Tea party, really? Can’t we do something a little less… girly?” Lucky whined. Pob and Two-Tone shook their heads.
“A tea party is the best way to get to know each other and pass the time. Television rots the brain and books will bore you at your age,” Pob answered so matter of factly. Two-Tone nodded, looking up to the plush otter with a pout.
“Do we-”
“Yelp. Dress up time!” Pob and Two-Tone squeal in gee while Lucky’s face fell. His sister, released from Pob’s grip, dashed, through more like an adorable waddle, to the opening closet. Pob followed behind her, chuckling as Lucky struggled to escape the otter’s grip. 
The inside of the closet seemed to follow the same rules as before. Certain clothing is locked away based on age. So for the pups only onesies, dresses, overalls, etc. In the time it took Pob and Lucky to enter, Two-Tone had already gone through half a rack of dresses.
“Cute but not cute enough. Oh puh-leeze, this is super mediocre. Oh this is perfect,” Two-Tone held up a black dress with white spots, “it’s so... inverted Dalmatian,” her enthusiasm immediately disappeared and tossed it aside, “but that’s such a lame idea.” 
Lucky rose an eyebrow from a slight chuckle from Pob as he said, “If she only knew.”
“What was that?” Lucky asked
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud,” Pob answered. Lucky rolled his eyes then realized something and groaned. Everything in this closet was girly. Even the overalls, which comparatively were less feminine, were still either pink or designed with a girl in mind.
“Let me guess, you haven’t had time to make boy clothes?”
“Now you’re getting it.”
At this point, Two-Tone shouted, “Oh this is perfect!”
In her paws was a simple pink onesie with white spots. Around the waist was a light pink skirt sewed into it. Lastly, right below the neckline was a phrase ‘Princess Puppy’ written in glitter. She waddled to Pob, holding it up as high as she could. 
 “Help me put this on,” Two-Tone requested. Pob, certain Lucky wouldn’t try to run away, lowered him to the floor to take Two-Tone into its arms.
“While I take care of her, find something.” Lucky cringed, searching for something he’d find bearable. He eventually settled on a pair of purple overalls with a daisy printed on it. 
“Oh my god Lucky, those look super cute,” his sister gushed. As Pob helped Lucky into his overalls, Lucky cringed even more. If it wasn’t the overalls being girlish, then it was how tight it was. He felt every inch of his padding, an embarrassed blush formed on his face. 
Lucky narrowed his eyes at his grinning sister and the plush otter, “We never speak of this to anyone.”
“Okay.” Two-Tone nodded.
“Keeping secrets is a plush’s second most important job,” Pob added. Two-Tone looked up to Pob.
“What’s the first?”
“Being a good companion.”
Of course, Pob didn’t have immunity to their game. It grabbed on a maid outfit off a nearby rack. Once it was on, Pob did a fast twirl for its guests. Two-Tone clapped her paws, eyes dazzled.
“You look so precious Pob.” Two-Tone gushed.
“Thank you for the kind words, Madame Dalmatian,” Pob said with a courtesy. Getting into character, Two-Tone held her head up high.
“Now take me and my brother to our guests. We’re late,” Two-Tone ordered. Lucky sighed as they’re taken into Pob’s arms once more. At the table, Lucky is placed between a plush bear and mink. Two-Tone took a seat between a plush blue cat and chicken.
Pob quickly grabbed a pot of tea from the kitchen, pouring tea for each of them. It asked, “Is the tea to your liking Madame Dalmatian, Sir Dalmatian?” 
“You’ve outdone yourself, Pob,” Two-Tone complimented after a sip. Lucky stared at his tea, a bit more cautious than his sister. He flinched from the staring eyes of her and the plush. After a quick sip, he quickly drank the entire cup.
“Okay that was pretty good,” Lucky said then took a bite out of a biscuit. After tasting it, he continued eating all the biscuits on a nearby plate, “Toney, you have to try these.”
 She took one bite of a biscuit and followed in her brother’s footsteps. Soon all the plates were devoured of biscuits, the pups full and content while rubbing their bellies. Pob lightly chuckled, “I’m glad my lords are enjoying the delicacies. Though it couldn't be too much trouble if I learn more about you?”
Lucky and Two-Tone turn to each other. Pob had been completely - well nearly - hospitable to them. Telling the plush about themselves didn’t seem like a bad idea. So they did. They told Pob about the farm, some of their adventures, and of Cruella. When they got to her, they had to constantly reassure it that she wasn’t around anymore. That she was in jail and probably wouldn’t be let out for a good while.
 After which Lucky asked, “What about you Pob? Why is there a house in the woods?”
“I am a Plush Otter Buddy. My purpose is to make my creator or any guest of this place happy and have a fun time. Though my creator has me out and about, traveling to learn how to best handle my job,” Pob answered.
Naturally, Pob would ask, “Have I done a good job?”
The siblings turned to each other for a bit before Lucky answering, “Today’s been kinda-”
Suddenly, both Dalmatians’ stomachs grumble loudly. They wrapped their arms around their stomachs, as well as crossing their legs as best they could. Pathetic whimpers escaped their maw as they said, “Pob, bathroom!”
In a surprising twist, Pob tilted its head, “But you’re both already wearing a bathroom.”
By now, they’ve shot up from their chairs, awkwardly crossing their legs.
“Pob please, we have go really bad!” Lucky whined.
“Come on, you’ve been really nice to us so far. Don’t make us actually use these,” Two-Tone whined. Again, Pob shook its head.
“Unfortunately, we don’t have a toilet and I cannot step out of the house so…” Pob trailed off, ears clampdown. Lucky bit his lip while sister’s tail shot up. 
Two-Tone fell on her stomach, letting out a sigh of release as she peed her diaper. Several loud, explosively, farts ripped from her tailhole. Naturally, it was accompanied by the sound of her messing her padding. Soon, she was just lying on the floor, exhausted with her butt slightly above the ground. Looking over, she saw Lucky wasn’t much better.
He was exhausted like her but, on his back. His back end was elevated slightly above the ground. The smell, both from him and her, was rancid. Heaven help them once those diapers are removed.
Pob took them into their arms, the pups wincing from their used padding pressing against their fur. It gently placed them on the changing table. A set of mechanical arms began unclothing them and threw away their diapers. While they’re getting changed, Pob left the room.
“Lucky,” Two-Tone called.
“Yeah?”
“You think Pob knew this would happen?”
 “Oh yeah.”
Both pups grimaced as diapers, equally thick to the ones tossed away, are fastened around their waist. The outfits they wore were thrown in a hamper, replaced with identical clothing. After they’re redressed, Pob returns with a book and two bottles. It was met with sharp glares from the pups.
“Sorry about before. I hadn’t realized you ate special food.” Pob sheepishly laughed. 
“Special food?” Lucky asked. Pob nodded, rubbing the back of its head with its tail.
“Yeah… when my creator is bad or misbehaves, she’s supposed to eat the special food. Sorry. I’ll be sure to add proper labels in the future,” Pob explained. It placed the book and bottles on the tea party table, clapping a few times. The hands that were attending the pups turn on the plush, carrying it to a larger changing table.
“Pob?” Two-Tone called, confused.
“I won unfairly so we’ll share the punishment,” Pob answered. The pups’ eyes bulge at the size of the diaper prepared for Pob. Size-wise, it would be more fitting for an elephant or hippo rather than a plush otter. Unlike their padding, it lacked any special decorations. 
Once the diaper was around Pob’s waist, the arms helped it to its feet. Though not the visual before them didn’t look like it. It looked as though Pob was wearing a beanbag chair beneath the maid dress. If movement was possible, it would surprise them. Even it cringed at the near uncomfortable-looking thick diaper.
“I’ll have to recalibrate some of this stuff later. For now,” the pups are lifted from the changing table into Pob’s arms. Along with the book and bottles, “a story and a drink before naptime.”
Understandably, the pups stared at the bottles shoved in their paws.
“Don’t worry, I checked the labels this time. It’s just warm milk. Unless either of you are lactose intolerant?” 
“No, this will be fine.” Two-Tone slipped the nipple into her then Lucky followed. They passively drink while Pob’s read them a story. 
It was a captivating story of a human and his cat. Though they lived worlds apart, a rite of passage brought them together. As one they overcame many challenges, helping each other grow and mature into strong adults. One day the feline and human had to separate, though their hearts were always connected. 
At some point in the story, light snoring entered Pob’s ears. In its arms, the pups had fallen asleep. Smiling, Pob had the book and bottles taken away by a set of hands. Sinking into its padding, Pob held the pups close and closed its own eyes. 
“Thank you for your time,” Pob whispered.
xxx
Lucky and Two-Tone awake back in the barn with a yarn.
“I had the weirdest dream,” Two-Tone yawned.
“Me too. I had a dream we were in this weird house-” Lucky started. Her eyes widened.
“And we met this otter who put us in diapers?” Two-Tone finished.
Lucky nodded. There was a moment of awkward silence before they burst into laughter. Laughter that ended when a familiar-looking plush bear wandered into view with a note. The siblings blinked as the bear held the note up for them to read.
Dear Lucky and Two-Tone,
        I appreciate your time. Thanks to you, I have learned a bit more about how to do my job. I know you might not have enjoyed your time with me but, I hope I’m wrong. If so, you know where to find me. You can bring some of your siblings or friends if you want. Maybe my creator will show up and we can all play along.
Regardless, thank you.


Sincerely,
        Pob, your Plush Otter Buddy
Two-Tone turned to her brother, “Hey Lucky-”
“You wanna go back?” Lucky interjected. Two-Tone nodded. He didn’t speak for a short bit. There was no sense in denying how humiliating the experience was. But there was an odd joy getting to see how some of their siblings or a few bullies might fare there.
With that thought in mind, he answered, “Let’s go back tomorrow.”