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I originally started writing this quite literally yesterday with intentions on uploading at midnight. Unfortunately, procrastination's a bitch! Though I am proud of how this came out over all. Also the fact that I can write a story about ten pages long. It's been too long since I could do that so props to me. \n\nThis also serves an aftermath for a couple different characters. Karen and her husband, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms (aka Depression Kitty), and Charlie Barkin. None of the Fetish-Tel main series since I haven't finished it yet. I am disappointed that I couldn't get it out before the year's over but, oh well. Shit happens.\n\nEither way, thanks for reading and I hope you have an answer new year. Any feedback, faves, and/or critiques are encouraged and appreciated. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "At the end of January, I'll place this in my scraps for obvious reasons. I originally started writing this quite literally yesterday with intentions on uploading at midnight. Unfortunately, procrastination's a bitch! Though I am proud of how this came out over all. Also the fact that I can write a story about ten pages long. It's been too long since I could do that so props to me.

This also serves an aftermath for a couple different characters. Karen and her husband, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms (aka Depression Kitty), and Charlie Barkin. None of the Fetish-Tel main series since I haven't finished it yet. I am disappointed that I couldn't get it out before the year's over but, oh well. Shit happens.

Either way, thanks for reading and I hope you have an answer new year. Any feedback, faves, and/or critiques are encouraged and appreciated. ", "writing": "\tHaving lunch with Denise, Maximus, and Jennifer was Azalea's first mistake. Her second mistake, albeit the actual mistake, was having lunch at their workplace. A Dalmatian, their boss, strolls up to them, a giant purple cat in diapers at her hip. \n\n\t``It's time for our New Year's party and you know what that means?'' Deborah asks. Denise, Maximus, and Jennifer all share stares of horror. Every party she's hosted this year has always led to someone being humiliated. Denise had to be cupid for Valentine's Day. Jennifer had to be a turkey stuffed with fake cum for Thanksgivings. Lastly, Maximus had to be a diapered reindeer pulling Santa Deborah's sleigh. \n\n\tMentally they draw straws for who's going to tell their boss their plans for New Years. Azalea's final mistake was being the one to say, ``Actually Deborah, we're all coming to me and Maximus's place for New Years. You and...Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms can come too.''\n\n\tDeborah makes a crocked Dalmatian smile, ``That won't do. We must have it at my place. No offense but, my place has more space.''\n\n\tThe blue feline slaps a deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards on the lunch table.\n\n\t``Rematch me then,'' Azalea demands.\n\n\t``And we have our Baby New Year's everyone...'' Denise mumbles. Azalea shrugs. That bullshit combo Deborah pulled off before was just luck. There was no way that could happen again.\n\nOne Duel Later...\n\n\tAzalea grumbles to herself, having lost her match to Deborah. The salt in the wound was the fact she lost to the same combo again. Now she's sitting in the same playpen as Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms, just as thickly padded as her, staring at the floor as her friends shake their heads.\n\n\t``You just had to challenge her, sis?'' Denise asks. Azalea crosses her arms and pouts.\n\n\t``If you ask me, she did it on purpose. I know Kitten's dueling and that match was worse than the last one,'' Maximus adds. His girlfriend blushes, turning her head away from them. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms pats her back, nodding her head.\n\n\t``It's alright honey, Mommy's unbeatable,'' Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms sighs. Before, when she was Depression Kitty, she made many attempts to outdo her captor. Obviously, they all failed, and she met appropriate punishments. That combined with Deborah's maintenance spankings and hypnotic suggestions when she's asleep made her surrender. \n\n\tIt was always better to go with what Mommy wants.\n\n\tSpeaking of Deborah, she hovers over her feline employees. Hungrily staring at them, her paws are hidden behind her back. Maximus and Denise's ears droop. Neither said anything. They simply laid on their backs, pants, and underwear around their ankles, legs raised. Grinning, the Dalmatian reveals a pair of matching light pink diapers with Hello Kitty printed on them.\n\n\t``Good kittens. It's so good when you cats know your place.'' Deborah swiftly gets her feline employees in diapers with and dumped into the playpen. Azalea and Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms get a bit of a chuckle, though they wait for Deborah to be out of earshot. Lest they risk an even worst fate.\n\n\tJennifer just stands over the playpen, grateful she's not a feline.\n\n\t``Our first guest has arrived!'' Deborah said in a sing-song type voice. An Alolan Persian joins them in the living room. Yet the guest of honor is the Purugly being pushed in a stroller by her husband. \n\n\tHonestly, it was a miracle she could even fit in that stroller at all. Between her weight and her diaper being thicker than the other cats, combined. Though it had been a bit since they last saw her, any could tell she'd gained weight. With Karen's weight gain also came a personality shift.\n\n``Look Karen, kitties for you to play with. Wasn't that nice of Aunty Deborah?'' Greg, the Alolan Persian, asks. Karen claps her mitted paws together, babbling nonsense. Maximus, Denise, and Azalea's eyes widen. \n\nWhat happened after she left the store? \n\nGreg, seeing the felines' distress, slaps his forehead. It wasn't fair that these kittens got to speak grown-up words. And not his kitten. Snapping two digits, Karen speaks, ``Oh Daddy, that's wonderful! Can I give them my special greeting?''\n\n``Of course.'' Greg gestures a claw for the cats to turn around. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms leans in, smiling at her playmates.\n\n``Trust me, you'll love this,'' she whispers. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms turns her rear to Karen, shaking her rump. Greg, after using Bulk Up, lifts his wife from her stroller into the playpen. Lips puckered; she plants them firmly on Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms's padding. Jennifer, Maximus, Denise, and Azalea wanted to avert their eyes but couldn't.\n\nKaren moans, licks, and moves her head side to side. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms moans too, adding her own purring to the mix. Karen, eventually, stops kissing her friend's rear, a thick string of drool leading from her mouth to her friend's diaper. The Alolan Persian uses his wife's bib to wipe off the drool.\n\n``Who's next?'' Greg asks. When none volunteered, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottom snatches Azalea by her tail. Welding her like a weapon, the purple cat points her playmate's rear at Karen. She flails and squirms to escape her grip. A hard pat to her rear stops her, the cat yelps, and looks towards Deborah.\n\n``Don't be rude. Let Karen kiss you or...'' Deborah flaunts an enema bag the size of one Karen's folded diapers. ``You'll start the new year a little dirtier than us.''\n\nWhimpering, Azalea stops resisting. She wasn't sure if it was mercy or not, but Karen just pecks her rear. No over the top kiss, just a simple peck to the rear. \n\nAfraid of facing similar consequences, Maximus and Denise present their behinds for Karen to kiss. Just like with Azalea, they get pecks to their padded butts. \n\nAt this moment the doorbell rang. Jennifer eases away from the awkward scenario to open it. Though she'd probably she wished she hadn't. Awaiting was a babyish looking Gatomon along with four dogs. Immediately, she recognized the Gatomon as the one Deborah tested her machine on. Chuckling, the digi-kitty's wearing the exact same outfit she'd been forced into.\n\nAmong the four dogs, only two stood out. The German Shepard and Dachshund with a baseball cap were the same to come to the store that one time. Jennifer does a doubletake. The German Shepard had his arms wrapped around his stomach, staring awkwardly at the ground. Having been around actually fat animals, she knew the difference between fat and well...\n\n``FIX THIS! We're only here because I'm pregnant with a bastard's pups!'' The German Shepard demands. The remaining three dogs restrain him, the dog continuing to demand an abortion. \n\n``Charlie, if I recall that night correctly, you enjoyed sex with Carface,'' A female Irish Settler reminds. Charlie growls at Sasha but the small dog chimes in.\n\n``Yeah, I seem to recall the same thing. Bess?'' The Dachshund adds.\n\n``Oh yes. I even recall him saying `Harder Daddy! Harder!','' Bess chuckles. Jennifer giggles too, Charlie struggling harder to choke her. While hilarious, she was genuinely stumped. All alternations, physical and/or mentally, were always temporary. Although...there...was a setting that would allow...\n\n``Don't tell my boss. Just act normal and I'll see what I can do about that.'' Jennifer offers. Charlie nods, of course, although his smug smirk almost made her reconsider. All the while, Gatomon had been tugging on the poodle's shirt.\n\n``Is Deborah here? Kari sent me with a letter to give to her.'' Gatomon asks. The poodle nods, gesturing for them to follow her. Charlie immediately darts for the alcohol, Sasha and Bess grab an arm.\n\n``Sorry Charlie. No booze for the pregnant bitch.'' They said. The female duo led their pregnant friend away, snickering at his tears. Over her shoulder, Jennifer sees Gatomon handing Deborah the letter.\n\nDear Deborah,\n\nNot sure how to say this...but you're welcome. We're grateful to help anyone. The clothes you put Gatomon in were adorable. I would've come too but, I hurt my ankle, so I sent Gatomon alone. I know she'll in be good paws. Have a happy New Year's.\n\nLove, Kari\n\n\tP.S. Please Gatomon home with more diapers and baby clothes, the girls and I can't get enough for her like that. Nothing we buy is ever as cute. Of course, would you be so kind as to send non-sticky ones this time?\n\nDeborah awes at the letter then tugs it into her pants pocket. Picking Gatomon up by her armpits, the Dalmatian adds her to the other cats in the playpen. After a kiss to her rear from Karen, Gatomon scurries to Azalea, Denise, and Maximus. \n\nWhile Karen and Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms happily play with blocks, the other cats converse normally. Mostly just discussing New Year?s resolutions. \n\nDeborah opens her mouth to speak, the doorbell ringing once more. Her ears perk up, tail wagging. Azalea's ears also perk up, realizing who was at the door too. The cat leans over the edge of the playpen, arms raised.\n\n``Awe wittle kitty wants ta greet te new character and guests?'' She asks. Azalea, repressing her urge to growl, nods. Deborah cradles the feline in her paws. She grumbles, but otherwise does nothing as they head towards the door. Jennifer joins them after they gesture for her to follow.\n\nAwaiting them is a yellow and white dragon, a younger version of Azalea, and a brown mare unicorn. Strangely, the only oddity was the unicorn. Unlike everyone else who had a human-shaped body, she was just a unicorn. Galloping as happy as any unicorn would.\n\n``Well golly, it's wonderful to finally meet you three! My name is Nelly Nooks! I'm the new character for the MLP fanfiction!'' Nelly Nooks greets. Everyone else averts their gaze away from her. Nelly's optimism wavers and she asks a single question.\n\n``Is that a bad thing?''\n\n``The fanfiction? Not all, we're kinda over not doing them anymore. It's just...'' Azalea starts.\n\n``Get ready for Steven Universe level of uploads,'' Jeremiah dryly finishes. Nelly's ears droop, tail wrapping around her right hind leg.\n\n``Regular or future?''\n\n``Regular.'' Everyone answers.\n\n\t``Oh...'' Nelly mumbles. She gallops past the dogs and cat, head lowered. Jeremiah said nothing. He just drags Jennifer by her tail away for some time alone. The three left at the door just shrug. To them, Jeremiah and Jennifer's relationship weren't important. \n\nAt least, not now. Instead, they opt to focus on the two Azaleas. The younger version stares at her future with worry. The older version stares at past self with worrying indifference. None of this was canon for anyone here so perhaps she didn't care. Although, the younger version taps her claws against each other.\n\n``Who's in control? Roland or Rakita?'' Deborah asks.\n\n``Rakita. Roland's here too but, he's just...'' Rakita trails off. Her older-self, Azalea, touches her forehead with the tip of a claw. Both their senses dull, both cats and Roland standing with each other in space.\n\n``So...is this my future? Ya know being in diapers and humiliated?'' Rakita asks. Azalea shakes her head. \n\n``Not for me to say. You're just a rebooted version who deviates too far away from the source material,'' Azalea answers. Rakita and Roland share glances. Both were aware that their story was a rewrite of Azalea's original life. Almost their entire cast of characters originate from there. So, it might've been a bit much for Roland to ask...\n\n``Like how much are we talking here?''\n\n``Your story's an action-adventure, coming of age thing. Mine was a slice-of-life coming of age story. None of this sonaification stuff.'' Azalea answers. The duo sigh, Azalea chuckling. It was cute how concerned they were for originality. \n\nThe duo gasps as their bodies begin to fade. Azalea kneels to wrap her arms around both. Giving each a kiss on the cheek, she says to them, ``Originally, I was supposed to be the one who saves you from Diane, not Deborah. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, I could make a timeline where it all doesn't go to shit.''\n\nShe lets them go, fighting back tears, ``Looks out for them, please. Jeremiah and Margaret aren't exactly on good terms with me. Rashea's no longer here with us. So, if you just...ya know... not pull a me and fuck up their lives?''\n\nBoth nods, Rakita then asks, ``Will we remember this conversation?''\n\n``Who knows? Take care.'' \n\nNeither of the two got a chance to speak again. They return to their universe; Azalea returns to her body. Before Deborah could make any remark, the tears start to flow. The feline cries thinking of the friendships she's lost. The destruction of countless innocents she's directly and/or indirectly caused. \n\nIntentionally or not, she throws herself into Deborah's chest. For the first time, Deborah's a bit shocked. This was something she couldn't have predicted. Either way, she sits on her porch, rocking Azalea back and forth. The feline crying over her mistakes, the canine comforting her with `it's okay' or `everything will be alright'. \n\nThey cuddled together for about thirty minutes when Azalea says, ``Thank you. I needed that.''\n\n``If it's any consultation, when I'm handing out bottles for the other kittens, I'll give you something special,'' Deborah then stands back on her two hind legs. \n\n``It's gonna make me use my diaper, isn't it?'' Azalea asks as they head back inside.\n\n``Most likely.''\n\n``Sounds about right.'' Deborah gets a bit of laughter out of her friend's remark.\n\n``Then I suppose for 2020 I'll have to surpass your expectations.'' Deborah, instead of dropping her off in the playpen, places the cat in a highchair. She didn't know what the Dalmatian was planning but didn't resist being strapped in. none of this was worrying to her. So far, this was just standard for anyone she puts in a highchair. Her eyes, however, did widen when a 12-liter bottle of milk, and possibly booze, is placed in front of her.\n\n``Deborah?''\n\n``You have until News Years to drink all that. Whatever you don't drink is gonna get poured into your diaper and you'll get spanked for it. Understand.''\n\nAzalea nods.\n\n``Good. Now get to it, all our guests have arrived, and you've got about an hour to do.'' Deborah leaves the cat to her task. With a small sigh, Azalea lifts the bottle to muzzle. To the best of her ability, she suckles at the nipple of the bottle. There's a decent flow even if a few droplets land on her breasts.\n\nxxx\n\n\tJennifer and Jeremiah sit on the roof of Deborah's house. Jennifer pats her head fluff, ``Come out Auru, we're alone.''\n\n\tAuru, her Bakugan partner, pops out of his partner's hair. Stretching in his ball form, he zooms around the roof. Spending hours in poodle fluff was so BORING. How much longer would it be before Auru could get a chance to fight? Say some funny, if not terrible, one-liners and witty comebacks. Maybe even suplex someone.\n\n\tOh well, there's always next year.\n\n\tMeanwhile, Jennifer laid her head on Jeremiah's chest. He wraps an arm around her, scratching her head fluff. The couple stares at the sky, just enjoying each other's company. It'd be quite a while before someone would send for them to partake in spanking Baby New Year.\n\n\t``Thought you weren't coming.''\n\n\t``And risk missing Ms. Favorite getting spanked? Not on your life. Besides, there was this girl I've been seeing lately.'' Jeremiah answers. Jennifer makes a face. He'd better not be talking about anyone else. Fucking cheater. Jeremiah, giving her a fast kiss, continuing, ``You might know her: she's thick as fuck, a little dimwitted, a bit underdeveloped as a character.''\n\n\t``Sounds like Jennifer to a t,'' Auru adds. \n\n\t``Maybe. Is Jennifer as spiteful as this girl? Like spiteful enough to get-'' Jeremiah grunts from an elbow by the poodle. She rolls her eyes, pulling his face in closer. The two share a tender kiss. When their lips part, Auru lands on Jennifer's back. \n\n\t``Are you two gonna fuck again? If so, can I be an anal bead again?''\n\n\t``AURU!'' They shout. He snickers to himself for a bit then heads back into his partner's fluff. Afterward, the dragon and poodle just shake their heads. Auru may have lost his memories, yet somehow always knew how to kill the mood. Neither got the chance to salvage it though.\n\n\tThe hatch they came to the roof opens. The Alolan Persian from earlier peeks his head out. \n\n\t``Awe young love. Reminds me of Karen before she turned into a huge bitch. By the way, Deborah says it's time to spank the baby.'' He needn't say anymore. The couple topple over each other as to get to see their `friend' get spanked by everyone. \n\n\tBy the time they arrived, Azalea was on her stomach across Deborah's lap. The Dalmatian shows the 12-liter bottle with about half a liter left. The heavily saturated diaper around the cat's waist showed where most of that bottle went. Not that she seemed to mind anyway. She's giggling away on Deborah's lap, rising her rear up high.\n\n\t``Commmeeee ooonnn! Spank me already!'' Azalea whines. Deborah tosses the bottle into the sink, her left paw held high.\n\n\t``Alright everyone, lend me a bit of your strength!'' Deborah's employees, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms and Karen, and Karen's husband reached to the canine. White energy flows from their paws into Deborah's raised paw. The All Dogs Go to Heaven group, raise paws too. Albeit it took to some force from Jeremiah to make Charlie lend his strength.\n\n\tGreg woke Nelly from her drunken stupor to lend power as well. While intending to give only a little, a larger surge than what was required was sent to Deborah's paw. The collective energy turned into the number `2020'. Counting down from ten, they all await the spank that sends them into the new year.\n\n\t``Ready or not baby new year, here we come!'' Deborah declares. \n\n\tSPANK!\n\n\tThe force of her slap made the feline shudder. They all shuddered from the pain. Yet, embolden on her wet diaper was the year `2020'. Of course, that wasn't the end of it. Her diaper is pulled across her ankles, her rear on perfect display for everyone. Some chuckled at seeing `2020' branded on her rear too.\n\n\tSPANK!\n\n\t``MROW! Happy New Year!'' Azalea announces as the spanking resumes.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tHaving lunch with Denise, Maximus, and Jennifer was Azalea's first mistake. Her second mistake, albeit the actual mistake, was having lunch at their workplace. A Dalmatian, their boss, strolls up to them, a giant purple cat in diapers at her hip.

\t``It's time for our New Year's party and you know what that means?'' Deborah asks. Denise, Maximus, and Jennifer all share stares of horror. Every party she's hosted this year has always led to someone being humiliated. Denise had to be cupid for Valentine's Day. Jennifer had to be a turkey stuffed with fake cum for Thanksgivings. Lastly, Maximus had to be a diapered reindeer pulling Santa Deborah's sleigh.

\tMentally they draw straws for who's going to tell their boss their plans for New Years. Azalea's final mistake was being the one to say, ``Actually Deborah, we're all coming to me and Maximus's place for New Years. You and...Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms can come too.''

\tDeborah makes a crocked Dalmatian smile, ``That won't do. We must have it at my place. No offense but, my place has more space.''

\tThe blue feline slaps a deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards on the lunch table.

\t``Rematch me then,'' Azalea demands.

\t``And we have our Baby New Year's everyone...'' Denise mumbles. Azalea shrugs. That bullshit combo Deborah pulled off before was just luck. There was no way that could happen again.

One Duel Later...

\tAzalea grumbles to herself, having lost her match to Deborah. The salt in the wound was the fact she lost to the same combo again. Now she's sitting in the same playpen as Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms, just as thickly padded as her, staring at the floor as her friends shake their heads.

\t``You just had to challenge her, sis?'' Denise asks. Azalea crosses her arms and pouts.

\t``If you ask me, she did it on purpose. I know Kitten's dueling and that match was worse than the last one,'' Maximus adds. His girlfriend blushes, turning her head away from them. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms pats her back, nodding her head.

\t``It's alright honey, Mommy's unbeatable,'' Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms sighs. Before, when she was Depression Kitty, she made many attempts to outdo her captor. Obviously, they all failed, and she met appropriate punishments. That combined with Deborah's maintenance spankings and hypnotic suggestions when she's asleep made her surrender.

\tIt was always better to go with what Mommy wants.

\tSpeaking of Deborah, she hovers over her feline employees. Hungrily staring at them, her paws are hidden behind her back. Maximus and Denise's ears droop. Neither said anything. They simply laid on their backs, pants, and underwear around their ankles, legs raised. Grinning, the Dalmatian reveals a pair of matching light pink diapers with Hello Kitty printed on them.

\t``Good kittens. It's so good when you cats know your place.'' Deborah swiftly gets her feline employees in diapers with and dumped into the playpen. Azalea and Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms get a bit of a chuckle, though they wait for Deborah to be out of earshot. Lest they risk an even worst fate.

\tJennifer just stands over the playpen, grateful she's not a feline.

\t``Our first guest has arrived!'' Deborah said in a sing-song type voice. An Alolan Persian joins them in the living room. Yet the guest of honor is the Purugly being pushed in a stroller by her husband.

\tHonestly, it was a miracle she could even fit in that stroller at all. Between her weight and her diaper being thicker than the other cats, combined. Though it had been a bit since they last saw her, any could tell she'd gained weight. With Karen's weight gain also came a personality shift.

``Look Karen, kitties for you to play with. Wasn't that nice of Aunty Deborah?'' Greg, the Alolan Persian, asks. Karen claps her mitted paws together, babbling nonsense. Maximus, Denise, and Azalea's eyes widen.

What happened after she left the store?

Greg, seeing the felines' distress, slaps his forehead. It wasn't fair that these kittens got to speak grown-up words. And not his kitten. Snapping two digits, Karen speaks, ``Oh Daddy, that's wonderful! Can I give them my special greeting?''

``Of course.'' Greg gestures a claw for the cats to turn around. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms leans in, smiling at her playmates.

``Trust me, you'll love this,'' she whispers. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms turns her rear to Karen, shaking her rump. Greg, after using Bulk Up, lifts his wife from her stroller into the playpen. Lips puckered; she plants them firmly on Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms's padding. Jennifer, Maximus, Denise, and Azalea wanted to avert their eyes but couldn't.

Karen moans, licks, and moves her head side to side. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms moans too, adding her own purring to the mix. Karen, eventually, stops kissing her friend's rear, a thick string of drool leading from her mouth to her friend's diaper. The Alolan Persian uses his wife's bib to wipe off the drool.

``Who's next?'' Greg asks. When none volunteered, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottom snatches Azalea by her tail. Welding her like a weapon, the purple cat points her playmate's rear at Karen. She flails and squirms to escape her grip. A hard pat to her rear stops her, the cat yelps, and looks towards Deborah.

``Don't be rude. Let Karen kiss you or...'' Deborah flaunts an enema bag the size of one Karen's folded diapers. ``You'll start the new year a little dirtier than us.''

Whimpering, Azalea stops resisting. She wasn't sure if it was mercy or not, but Karen just pecks her rear. No over the top kiss, just a simple peck to the rear.

Afraid of facing similar consequences, Maximus and Denise present their behinds for Karen to kiss. Just like with Azalea, they get pecks to their padded butts.

At this moment the doorbell rang. Jennifer eases away from the awkward scenario to open it. Though she'd probably she wished she hadn't. Awaiting was a babyish looking Gatomon along with four dogs. Immediately, she recognized the Gatomon as the one Deborah tested her machine on. Chuckling, the digi-kitty's wearing the exact same outfit she'd been forced into.

Among the four dogs, only two stood out. The German Shepard and Dachshund with a baseball cap were the same to come to the store that one time.  Jennifer does a doubletake. The German Shepard had his arms wrapped around his stomach, staring awkwardly at the ground. Having been around actually fat animals, she knew the difference between fat and well...

``FIX THIS! We're only here because I'm pregnant with a bastard's pups!'' The German Shepard demands. The remaining three dogs restrain him, the dog continuing to demand an abortion.

``Charlie, if I recall that night correctly, you enjoyed sex with Carface,'' A female Irish Settler reminds. Charlie growls at Sasha but the small dog chimes in.

``Yeah, I seem to recall the same thing. Bess?'' The Dachshund adds.

``Oh yes. I even recall him saying `Harder Daddy! Harder!','' Bess chuckles. Jennifer giggles too, Charlie struggling harder to choke her. While hilarious, she was genuinely stumped. All alternations, physical and/or mentally, were always temporary. Although...there...was a setting that would allow...

``Don't tell my boss. Just act normal and I'll see what I can do about that.''  Jennifer offers. Charlie nods, of course, although his smug smirk almost made her reconsider. All the while, Gatomon had been tugging on the poodle's shirt.

``Is Deborah here? Kari sent me with a letter to give to her.'' Gatomon asks. The poodle nods, gesturing for them to follow her. Charlie immediately darts for the alcohol, Sasha and Bess grab an arm.

``Sorry Charlie. No booze for the pregnant bitch.'' They said. The female duo led their pregnant friend away, snickering at his tears. Over her shoulder, Jennifer sees Gatomon handing Deborah the letter.

Dear Deborah,

Not sure how to say this...but you're welcome. We're grateful to help anyone. The clothes you put Gatomon in were adorable. I would've come too but, I hurt my ankle, so I sent Gatomon alone. I know she'll in be good paws. Have a happy New Year's.

Love, Kari

\tP.S. Please Gatomon home with more diapers and baby clothes, the girls and I can't get enough for her like that. Nothing we buy is ever as cute. Of course, would you be so kind as to send non-sticky ones this time?

Deborah awes at the letter then tugs it into her pants pocket. Picking Gatomon up by her armpits, the Dalmatian adds her to the other cats in the playpen. After a kiss to her rear from Karen, Gatomon scurries to Azalea, Denise, and Maximus.

While Karen and Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms happily play with blocks, the other cats converse normally. Mostly just discussing New Year?s resolutions.

Deborah opens her mouth to speak, the doorbell ringing once more. Her ears perk up, tail wagging. Azalea's ears also perk up, realizing who was at the door too. The cat leans over the edge of the playpen, arms raised.

``Awe wittle kitty wants ta greet te new character and guests?'' She asks. Azalea, repressing her urge to growl, nods. Deborah cradles the feline in her paws. She grumbles, but otherwise does nothing as they head towards the door. Jennifer joins them after they gesture for her to follow.

Awaiting them is a yellow and white dragon, a younger version of Azalea, and a brown mare unicorn. Strangely, the only oddity was the unicorn. Unlike everyone else who had a human-shaped body, she was just a unicorn. Galloping as happy as any unicorn would.

``Well golly, it's wonderful to finally meet you three! My name is Nelly Nooks! I'm the new character for the MLP fanfiction!'' Nelly Nooks greets. Everyone else averts their gaze away from her. Nelly's optimism wavers and she asks a single question.

``Is that a bad thing?''

``The fanfiction? Not all, we're kinda over not doing them anymore. It's just...'' Azalea starts.

``Get ready for Steven Universe level of uploads,'' Jeremiah dryly finishes. Nelly's ears droop, tail wrapping around her right hind leg.

``Regular or future?''

``Regular.'' Everyone answers.

\t``Oh...'' Nelly mumbles. She gallops past the dogs and cat, head lowered. Jeremiah said nothing. He just drags Jennifer by her tail away for some time alone. The three left at the door just shrug. To them, Jeremiah and Jennifer's relationship weren't important.

At least, not now. Instead, they opt to focus on the two Azaleas. The younger version stares at her future with worry. The older version stares at past self with worrying indifference. None of this was canon for anyone here so perhaps she didn't care. Although, the younger version taps her claws against each other.

``Who's in control? Roland or Rakita?'' Deborah asks.

``Rakita. Roland's here too but, he's just...'' Rakita trails off. Her older-self, Azalea, touches her forehead with the tip of a claw. Both their senses dull, both cats and Roland standing with each other in space.

``So...is this my future? Ya know being in diapers and humiliated?'' Rakita asks. Azalea shakes her head.

``Not for me to say. You're just a rebooted version who deviates too far away from the source material,'' Azalea answers. Rakita and Roland share glances. Both were aware that their story was a rewrite of Azalea's original life. Almost their entire cast of characters originate from there. So, it might've been a bit much for Roland to ask...

``Like how much are we talking here?''

``Your story's an action-adventure, coming of age thing. Mine was a slice-of-life coming of age story. None of this sonaification stuff.'' Azalea answers. The duo sigh, Azalea chuckling. It was cute how concerned they were for originality.

The duo gasps as their bodies begin to fade. Azalea kneels to wrap her arms around both. Giving each a kiss on the cheek, she says to them, ``Originally, I was supposed to be the one who saves you from Diane, not Deborah. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, I could make a timeline where it all doesn't go to shit.''

She lets them go, fighting back tears, ``Looks out for them, please. Jeremiah and Margaret aren't exactly on good terms with me. Rashea's no longer here with us. So, if you just...ya know... not pull a me and fuck up their lives?''

Both nods, Rakita then asks, ``Will we remember this conversation?''

``Who knows? Take care.''

Neither of the two got a chance to speak again. They return to their universe; Azalea returns to her body. Before Deborah could make any remark, the tears start to flow. The feline cries thinking of the friendships she's lost. The destruction of countless innocents she's directly and/or indirectly caused.

Intentionally or not, she throws herself into Deborah's chest. For the first time, Deborah's a bit shocked. This was something she couldn't have predicted. Either way, she sits on her porch, rocking Azalea back and forth. The feline crying over her mistakes, the canine comforting her with `it's okay' or `everything will be alright'.

They cuddled together for about thirty minutes when Azalea says, ``Thank you. I needed that.''

``If it's any consultation, when I'm handing out bottles for the other kittens, I'll give you something special,'' Deborah then stands back on her two hind legs.

``It's gonna make me use my diaper, isn't it?'' Azalea asks as they head back inside.

``Most likely.''

``Sounds about right.'' Deborah gets a bit of laughter out of her friend's remark.

``Then I suppose for 2020 I'll have to surpass your expectations.'' Deborah, instead of dropping her off in the playpen, places the cat in a highchair. She didn't know what the Dalmatian was planning but didn't resist being strapped in. none of this was worrying to her. So far, this was just standard for anyone she puts in a highchair. Her eyes, however, did widen when a 12-liter bottle of milk, and possibly booze, is placed in front of her.

``Deborah?''

``You have until News Years to drink all that. Whatever you don't drink is gonna get poured into your diaper and you'll get spanked for it. Understand.''

Azalea nods.

``Good. Now get to it, all our guests have arrived, and you've got about an hour to do.'' Deborah leaves the cat to her task. With a small sigh, Azalea lifts the bottle to muzzle. To the best of her ability, she suckles at the nipple of the bottle. There's a decent flow even if a few droplets land on her breasts.

xxx

\tJennifer and Jeremiah sit on the roof of Deborah's house. Jennifer pats her head fluff, ``Come out Auru, we're alone.''

\tAuru, her Bakugan partner, pops out of his partner's hair. Stretching in his ball form, he zooms around the roof. Spending hours in poodle fluff was so BORING. How much longer would it be before Auru could get a chance to fight? Say some funny, if not terrible, one-liners and witty comebacks. Maybe even suplex someone.

\tOh well, there's always next year.

\tMeanwhile, Jennifer laid her head on Jeremiah's chest. He wraps an arm around her, scratching her head fluff. The couple stares at the sky, just enjoying each other's company. It'd be quite a while before someone would send for them to partake in spanking Baby New Year.

\t``Thought you weren't coming.''

\t``And risk missing Ms. Favorite getting spanked? Not on your life. Besides, there was this girl I've been seeing lately.'' Jeremiah answers. Jennifer makes a face. He'd better not be talking about anyone else. Fucking cheater. Jeremiah, giving her a fast kiss, continuing, ``You might know her: she's thick as fuck, a little dimwitted, a bit underdeveloped as a character.''

\t``Sounds like Jennifer to a t,'' Auru adds.

\t``Maybe. Is Jennifer as spiteful as this girl? Like spiteful enough to get-'' Jeremiah grunts from an elbow by the poodle. She rolls her eyes, pulling his face in closer. The two share a tender kiss. When their lips part, Auru lands on Jennifer's back.

\t``Are you two gonna fuck again? If so, can I be an anal bead again?''

\t``AURU!'' They shout. He snickers to himself for a bit then heads back into his partner's fluff. Afterward, the dragon and poodle just shake their heads. Auru may have lost his memories, yet somehow always knew how to kill the mood. Neither got the chance to salvage it though.

\tThe hatch they came to the roof opens. The Alolan Persian from earlier peeks his head out.

\t``Awe young love. Reminds me of Karen before she turned into a huge bitch. By the way, Deborah says it's time to spank the baby.'' He needn't say anymore. The couple topple over each other as to get to see their `friend' get spanked by everyone.

\tBy the time they arrived, Azalea was on her stomach across Deborah's lap. The Dalmatian shows the 12-liter bottle with about half a liter left. The heavily saturated diaper around the cat's waist showed where most of that bottle went. Not that she seemed to mind anyway. She's giggling away on Deborah's lap, rising her rear up high.

\t``Commmeeee ooonnn! Spank me already!'' Azalea whines. Deborah tosses the bottle into the sink, her left paw held high.

\t``Alright everyone, lend me a bit of your strength!'' Deborah's employees, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms and Karen, and Karen's husband reached to the canine. White energy flows from their paws into Deborah's raised paw. The All Dogs Go to Heaven group, raise paws too. Albeit it took to some force from Jeremiah to make Charlie lend his strength.

\tGreg woke Nelly from her drunken stupor to lend power as well. While intending to give only a little, a larger surge than what was required was sent to Deborah's paw. The collective energy turned into the number `2020'. Counting down from ten, they all await the spank that sends them into the new year.

\t``Ready or not baby new year, here we come!'' Deborah declares.

\tSPANK!

\tThe force of her slap made the feline shudder. They all shuddered from the pain. Yet, embolden on her wet diaper was the year `2020'. Of course, that wasn't the end of it. Her diaper is pulled across her ankles, her rear on perfect display for everyone. Some chuckled at seeing `2020' branded on her rear too.

\tSPANK!

\t``MROW! Happy New Year!'' Azalea announces as the spanking resumes.

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