Chapter 1
“Did Mommy’s sweet widdle cub wake up?” A tan-furred lioness asked in a sweet voice. Maximus, a liger, awoke to find himself as a cub again.  
It’s this dream again, Maximus realized. Looking back, he saw Sarabi’s morning grin. She was pushing him in a stroller, cooing over her cute cub. The only downside to this dream was his attire.
Maximus was always in a pair of soggy padding and a sailor suit. He would’ve asked why the sailor suit but all that came out was, “Ba gah muh!”
“Such cute baby babble. Goo-goo gaa-gaa to you too sweetheart.” Sarabi tousled his hair. Maximus blushed at her touch. She gushed even more so over his sudden purring.
Soon they reached the local playground. Sarabi unbuckled him from the stroller, digging a claw into his padding. While he was definitely wet, it wasn’t enough to warrant a change.
Throwing him on her hip, Sarabi goes over to the swings. Maximus cringed from feeling wet padding pressed against his bottom. But those concerns vanished when she started pushing him. Sarabi took delight in hearing her cub’s gleeful ‘wees’. Maximus did too.
Until he looked behind him.
For a brief moment a unicorn-like figure, standing on all fours, covered in shadows watched them. It said nothing, just continued staring at them. The cub started crying from the sight of it. While bawling his eyes out, he suddenly stopped swinging. Sarabi lifted him from the swing, rocking him in her arms.
“Aw what scared my wittle wub? Did I push too hard? Is that it, did mommy push her wittle wub too hard? Well, she’s certainly sorry! Yes, she is, yes she is,” Sarabi cooed. Maximus’s cries reduced a few sobs, her heartbeat soothing to his ears. She ‘awed’ when he gave a cute smile.
His stomach growled and she gushed over him even more. “Is that what mummy’s cub was so fussy over? Were you just a hungry cub?”
Sarabi plopped her behind on a park bench, reaching for a bottle in the stroller’s bottom pocket. Maximus soon suckled from the bottle, blushing as the lioness ran a paw through his developing mane.
“Mommy’s so lucky to have such a cutie pie.” Sarabi gushed. A few giggles escaped Maximus’s maw until he saw it again. This time, the shadowy unicorn was at the swing set. It still said nothing. Choosing only to watch them briefly. 
Then made it a dash towards them. Maximus started crying, desperately hoping this ‘mommy’ noticed the unicorn too. If she did, Sarabi didn’t seem to care. The shadowy unicorn leaped towards them. Once near enough to Maximus, it unhinged its jaw.
At this moment, Maximus finally woke up. He grabbed his head, drenched in sweat.
“I hate that dream,” Maximus muttered. Off to his bedside, he frowned at the vacant spot. Usually, a certain blue cat would occupy that spot. Now she was gone and seeing that empty spot hurt so much.
Maximus haphazardly made his way into the shower. Lukewarm water felt soothing to ease his mind. If it wasn’t for that unicorn, he’d otherwise have had a wonderful dream of his - he cringed thinking of calling her this - waifu. For now, he focused on his plans to meet up with a few colleagues.
xxx
        Maximus, a Golden Retriever, and a hippo sat at a restaurant’s outside table. The Golden Retriever, whilst dining on a steak, paid him little mind. Their hippo colleague, whilst eating an eggplant parmesan, would occasionally glance but said nothing. They already knew why he invited them for lunch.
“The answer is no.”
        Maximus sighed. He half-expected that to be their answer.
“You don’t even know what I want.” 
Margaret and Rita share a passing glance. He didn’t have to say anything. Calling these two specifically for a favor only meant one thing.
“We’re not making any more plush golems. Especially not a Sarabi one,” Rita said with Margaret nodding. The hippo cringed just thinking about making another one.
“Come on Rita, you’ve already made plush golems before. How hard could it be to-”
“Creating one is not that simple or easy. It took me and Margaret months to find the materials necessary to create the ones we used on Puss. Besides, you want a glorified sex doll that’ll baby you instead of fucking you. For her to be exactly like Sarabi, we’d have to kill her,” Rita explained in a dismissive tone while Margaret continued nodding. Maximus's ears drooped. The implications meant horrifying things considering the existence of certain plush golems he knew about.
“Wait… does that mean?”
“This method did give us Plush-Runt and Plush-Brian. Though I will admit, I’m not too certain about that otter. It doesn’t have a soul but it still feels off seeing the dear,” Margaret answered. The color drained from the liger’s face. 
Well, that’s certainly off the table.
Maximus dropped his fork, sighing. This entire exchange proved pointless. If having a plush golem meant killing, then he was better off without. However, Margaret could sense his distress.
“Mind if I ask why Sarabi of all characters?” Margaret asked. Considering his past, she assumed someone like Master Tigress would be an ideal choice for him. Seeing as in their previous incarnation, she was his mother.
Maximus held his head up, thinking back to his childhood. 
Unloved by both parents and given a surname neither had, it was rough. Especially considering his education, entirely self-taught with strict and time-consuming deadlines, left little for entertainment. On rare occasions he finished before bedtime, he indulged in movies.
Though The Lion King was the only movie he got to watch. 
“Sarabi’s ideal. She’s pretty, nice, and loving. As a cub, I was mesmerized by how she walked through that pack of angry hyenas, not worried or concerned for her own safety. How sad she was worried about her own cub and husband’s lives.”
“Meanwhile your parents locked you in a house because you’re a hybrid. Your mom even nearly killed a twelve-year-old kitten,” Rita casually reminded them while taking another bite of steak. All three of them shuddered thinking of a certain blue cat as a kitten being beaten up by an adult tigress. Completely for taking her son outside for his birthday.
“Well, my hotel is up and running. I’m certain some lady is looking for a handsome lad like yourself to baby. I could-” Margaret started before Maximus cut in. The liger shook his head.
“No thank you. I appreciate it but… I’d rather not trust a stranger to wipe my butt.” Maximus responded. None of them said anything else. They simply chose to eat in silence. Though Margaret and Rita looked at each other.
A wordless conversation between them ended with them nodding. Perhaps there was a way to grant his wish.










































Chapter 2
The following day, Maximus was at work with his head in his paws. He worked at a friend’s kink convenience store, a Walmart-style store that also sold kink items. Everyone, besides the manager, rotated sections each week.
This week, he worked in the ABDL section of the store. Sadly, since he was late to work, he was thrown into diapers by their co-manager as punishment. Besides a few giggles from a few customers, it didn’t bother him. 
“Pardon me, may I have your help?” she asked. Maximus's jaw dropped. 
A lioness with tan fur and amber eyes approached. He’d recognize her anywhere. Though the original version wasn’t bipedal like this one is, it was impossible to mistake her for anyone else.
Sarabi, former Queen of the Pridelands, smiled at him.
Holy shit, am I dreaming?! Maximus wondered. He stammered out incoherent words, much to Sarabi’s enjoyment. She giggled at his cute babbling, causing him to babble even harder.
Eventually, she pinched his lips shut, “Such a cute widdle cub. Can you help me with some shopping? I need some stuff for my little.” Hearing that brought down Maximus’s enjoyment sufficiently. 
Figures she’d already have a little. Why wouldn’t she? He thought. Regardless, he nodded. It was his job to help with customers after all.
During Sarabi’s visit, she always gave him a sideways glance before making a decision. Diapers, diaper covers, bottles, outfits, anything abdl-related she always gave him a second glance. As if she was making sure they’d fit him or someone similar. 
All of it culminating in her buying her stuff and leaving. 
“Wait! You didn’t get your change!” Maximus called. Sarabi looked back at him and winked.
“Consider it on the house. See ya soon, widdle cubby liggy.” Sarabi waved. He tilted his head until he looked at her money. Between a twenty and a ten was a small note. On it was a phone number and hotel number.
As Sarabi was leaving, a large white dragon walked past her. The dragon stared oddly at her. Sarabi turned to her, asking, “Is there a problem?”
“I don’t know,” Mother Dragon answered. Sarabi hmphed, shot Maximus another wink, and took her leave. When she was gone Mother Dragon whispered, “Yet.”
Turning back, she saw Maximus fondly looking at the note she left him. He was even purring, something his breed of feline shouldn’t be capable of doing. Mother Dragon grabbed the note, eyes focused on Maximus.
“What do you intend to do about this?” Mother Dragon asked. Maximus took the note back from her, frowning.
“I’ll probably see what this is about. Besides, with Kitten gone, I…” Maximus trailed off. Mother Dragon nodded. Besides the dragon’s puppy, he was equally devastated by Azalea’s abduction. 
“Say no more, my puppy’s been just as lonely. I do warn you to be careful. I wouldn’t want you getting your hopes up,” Mother Dragon said. Maximus, his eyes never leaving the note, nodded. Having one’s ideal mommy-figure babying them was certainly an opportunity not to be passed up.
xxx
Later that night, a call to Sarabi led Maximus to a hotel. Specifically, Margaret’s kink hotel, Fetish-Tel if he recalled correctly. More specifically, the one dedicated strictly to ABDL-related kinks.  He cringed looking at the sign.
“Someone really needs to learn to name stuff better,” Maximus said to no one in particular. Sarabi texted him again, asking him to look up. From his motorcycle, he saw her peeking out a window, waving to him. He waved back, parked his bike, and entered the building. 
Even though Maximus knew what to expect, it still took him by surprise. Dozens of fur in various ABDL-themed attire. Some dressed as babies, toddlers, or big kids along with adult furs. Entire ageplay-based families were waiting in the lobby.
“Excuse me!” Someone yelled. Brushing Maximus was an adult hyena in a thick diaper being pushed in a stroller by a small meerkat. The hyena blushed, burying her face in her paws while her caretaker laughed. 
“Now that’s something you don’t see every day,” Maximus mumbled. Plucking the note from his pocket, it had room number G39. Making his way to the elevators, he’s stopped by a friend.
“Maximus? What are you doing here?” Margaret asked while approaching her friend. Maximus held up the note with a smile.
“Craziest thing happened, I met Sarabi earlier and she gave me a note with her room number.” Maximus handed Margaret the note. She blinked a few times. One of her pantsuit threads grabbed a tablet, allowing the hippo to check their guest registry.
And sure enough, she found a ‘Sarabi’ registered in that room.
But… Margaret started to worry until she looked up at Maximus’s concerned face.
“Is something-”
“No! Go have fun, I was just confirming something,” Margaret waved off. The liger frowned slightly. He and Margaret had been friends long enough to know something was wrong. Regardless, he continued to the elevator. They waved each other off, then Margaret sighed.
Just be careful, Margaret hoped. 
xxx
Maximus arrived at Sarabi's room number. He didn’t need to knock. Sarabi already had the door opened. She greeted him with that motherly smile he always associated her with. His hair is given a playful tousle as she cooed over him.
“Such a cute widdle cub,” Sarabi cooed. Blushing, he looked up at her. Just seeing her made him feel small. Now, in his head, a small cub, he took Sarabi’s paw as she himself.
If there was something he had to give Margaret credit for was authenticity. The room Sarabi had rented felt like a home away from home. But he didn’t have long to take in his surroundings.
Before long, Sarabi led him into the nursery and got him into one of the thick diapers she brought earlier. She stepped away from Maximus, gesturing for him to come to her. 
“Come to mama, wittle liggy.” Maximus got off the changing table, his feet wobbled from the thickness. Blushing, he took awkward baby-waddles to her. Failing to maintain her glee, she gushed over it. “Awe look at my cub’s waddle!” Maximus, face still crimson with blush, lowered his head. 
Sarabi gave his diapered butt a firm squeeze. She gently tousled his hair for a bit before walking to the closet. Her paws patted her knees, gesturing again for him to come to her.
“Come to mama and we’ll get you into a pwetty outfit? Would you wike twat, mama’s widdle liggy kit?” Sarabi asked. Maximus kept his head lowered with his eyes closed. He smiled, nodding slightly.
“Ye-yes,” Maximus whispered. With every step he took, Sarabi kept referring to him as her ‘widdle cub’. Outwardly, he blushed and nodded his head. Inwardly, it felt like a dream come true.
This has to be a dream. Maximus kept repeating that in his head. Right now, he is experiencing every guy’s dream. The dream, albeit his, was more specific, of being in the same room as someone they admired. 
When he reached her, she lifted his head, showing him that same smile he loved. Just seeing it reassured him it wasn’t a dream. Using her free paw, she opened the closet door behind. In it are all the outfits Maximus helped Sarabi pick out. 
When he gasped in shock, Sarabi couldn’t help but laugh. She clapped her paws together.
“Dress-up time!”
If he recalled, she brought him four outfits. 
The first of which felt nostalgic. Not that he’d ever worn it but… Azalea did. He strutted around in a yellow dress with ruffles on the ends of its lower rims and puffy sleeves. In terms of length, it barely covered the upper half of his diaper. A yellow strapless bonnet on his head.
Using her phone, Sarabi took a picture of it, saying, “Baby’s first dress.”
Maximus’s ears flatten. Sarabi never mentioned taking pictures of him like this.
“Uh… Miss Sarabi, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t take pictures of me like this,” Maximus requested. It was a simple request. But Sarabi’s face made it seem as if he asked her to perform brain surgery. 
“But how will we save our time together?” Sarabi wondered. Maximus gingerly grabbed his tail. That was true… he’d definitely like some record of their time together.  Even so, he wished Sarabi asked him first.
“Well… I…” Maximus stammered to find the right words. Sarabi wrapped her arms around him, burying her worried cub in her soft fur. She gently rubbed his back, sighing.
“Mommy would be very happy if cubby let her take pictures of her adorable cub. Pwease?” Sarabi pouted, lip quivering. Maximus averted his eyes from her gaze. This was his dream come true… so who could it hurt?
Maximus nodded. Sarabi squealed gleefully. 
“Alright, next outfit!”
Maximus waddled about on a hobby unicorn. A long-sleeve plaid onesie with a jeans-style skirt. Along with that, he wore a small cowgirl hat and a pair of brown leather booties. Sarabi clapped as he went around in a circle for her amusement.
“Ride ‘em cowgirl!”
Maximus kept his head down. Pictures or not, this certainly felt humiliating.
After she took several pictures, the next outfit came. Like the first outfit, it was a dress except it was pink. There were white ruffles around the collar and puffy sleeves. A pink ribbon was tied around his waist. He stumbled around in a pair of pink booties. Meanwhile, Sarabi tied a pink bow into his hair. He closed his eyes, blushing Sarabi gushing over his cute outfit.
This is humiliating.
“I should’ve brought a frog plush to complete the ensemble.” Sarabi sighed. Oh well, there was always next time.
“Sarabi, can I wear something less… girly?” Maximus whined. The lioness shook her head. She pinched his cheek, still smiling.
“But you look so cute in them.”
“But I don’t-” Maximus’s request is stopped by Sarabi putting a paw digit to his lip. A different outfit, this time a sleeper is handed to her free paw by her tail.
“Okay, we’ll put away the girly stuff for now.” 
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. A pleasant smelling aroma was picked up on by both felines. Pizza to be exact.
“Let’s eat.”
Several minutes later, Sarabi helped Maximus into a highchair. The sleeper from earlier was one model after a blonde-fur lioness. He mumbled a bit about wearing it but Sarabi squashed his feeble resistance. 
Moving a table next to his highchair, she sat next to him. Flipping the pizza box open, an XL pepperoni pizza awaited them. Maximus salivated at the slight of it. He was surprised that after tying a bib around his neck that she let him eat pizza.
Admittedly, he half expected to be fed baby food or puree his slices. 
“Here comes the pizza airplane,” she said while feeding him. Occasionally, she poked his cheek with a slice, bits of cheese and sauce splashing on his cheek. By the end, his cheeks were damp from pizza sauce and grease. 
“Mommy has such a messy cub. Yes, she does, yes she does,” Sarabi cooed as she took a wet cloth to his face. He purred at her touch. 
“Thank you, Miss Sarabi.”
“That’s Mama Sarabi for you, cubby.” Sarabi got up, retrieving a large bottle full of milk from the kitchen. She helped Maximus out of the highchair. The pair move to the couch, the liger resting his head in Sarabi’s lap.
As she channel surfed, Maximus drank from his bottle. Its sweet, creamy taste, combined with his full stomach, lulled him to sleep. 
An hour or so later, Maximus woke up on a changing table. His sleeper was removed, leaving him completely naked while Sarabi tossed his used diaper away. They lock eyes, Sarabi’s trailing down to his erected penis. 
Maximus’s blushed, covering his face. Which, of course, Sarabi gushed over. He moaned as she started giving him a pawjob.
“Such a big, strong penis for Mama’s widdle cub,” Sarabi praised. Her paws ran up and down his shaft, increasing the pace steadily. Maximus felt flustered, involuntarily purring. 
He shook his head, begging, “Sarabi… stop.”
“Don’t worry widdle cubby. Mama knows how to take care of cub stiffies.” Maximus felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. Under different circumstances, or if he was a different kind of guy, this would be heaven. 
But Maximus wasn’t a different kind of guy. Sarabi took his throbbing head into her maw, licking up and down his shaft. Maximus placed his paws on her head in an attempt to push her away. His paws betrayed his desire, instead shoving Sarabi’s face deep into his crotch.
He let out a loud moan, orgasming. Rope after rope of cum shot into Sarabi’s maw, some leaking out while most of it was swallowed. Maximus relaxed, covering his face in shame. Sarabi cooed over his shame, wiping her maw off with a baby wipe.
“Awe. Mommy’s widdle cub embarrassed he made stickies? It’s okay. I have just the thing to keep stiffies in check.” Sarabi, from underneath the changing table, pulled out a chastity cage. Immediately, Maximus fell off the changing table, throwing his paws over his crotch.
“NO! Sarabi, I’m drawing the line here,” Maximus said sternly. She nearly laughed at his sudden defiance. 
“Cub, do as Mommy says right now. You don’t want to make Mommy angry.”
“No! You just crossed a line! We’re done here.” Maximus put on his discarded pants. With a scrunched-up face, he made his way to the door while putting on his shirt. However, Sarabi beat him to the door.
“Listen cubby, Mommy is sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t respect your boundaries. Can you forgive me?” She asked with sympathetic eyes. 
The liger didn’t even try to resist. He simply sighed and nodded. Sarabi jumped up and down, squealing happily.
“Oh thank you, cubby!” She tousled his hair once more. Maximus blushed, smiling slightly. She pulled him into a hug, “Next time though, that cage is going on. Mommy won’t take no for an answer next time.”
She held his head in her paws, locking eyes with him. Sarabi planted a kiss on his forehead before sending him on his way.
A kiss that felt… odd to Maximus. 
Azalea had kissed him, both as a rotating caretaker and girlfriend. He’d receive friendly, ‘thank-you’ kisses from most of his female friends. Even his own mother, as horrid as she is, has kissed him.
Though there was a subtle difference in how they kissed him.
Their kisses were full of love and gratitude.
Or filled with fake love from his mother.
Sarabi’s kiss, however, lacked any of those qualities. It felt like she kissed him as one would a pet.