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Possibly the first chapter of something longer.", "writing": "The New Job\n\nby Laguna Crale and Scry Otter\n\nThe building, large and unmarked, had a foreboding aura suggesting a powerful presence that chose to remain anonymous. Despite finding the building intimidating, Scry had managed to stay focused. The interview was with the CFO directly, which Scry hadn?t anticipated when he showed up to the lobby. When he had finished riding the elevator 25 floors up, he was greeted by an asian small-claw otter wearing no pants, exposing his chastity cage.\n\nIt took Scry, shocked, a moment to realize that this must be one of those ?varlets? that had recently become fashionable among the ultra-rich. The news media was suspiciously silent on this latest fad, despite how it should be a violation of the 14th amendment... yet, the otter didn?t uncomfortable with his position. A statement of not only the power of the badger with whom Scry was interviewing, but also his wealth, and the position that EverTech was in. It wasn?t just any company if an executive had a varlet here in his office.\n\nDespite all this, the questions were straightforward, and Scry?s preparations had made them feel easy. The CFO, a Mr. Laguna Crale - curiously sporting pink fur, though Scry knew better than to bring that up in an interview - even seemed to be quite satisfied with the raccoon?s answers. But the badger?s expression shifted subtly as he transitioned to the next phase of the interview.\n\n\"Alright, that was round one, and you?ve done quite well, Scry. For round two, I will be asking some more... intimate questions. Let?s start with a simple one; you?ve seen my pet outside, yes? Varlet, the official term is. Do you have any objections to my owning one?\"\n\nScry was a bit taken aback by the question, as well as the shift in tone, and was uncertain, at first, how to reply. His thoughts raced, not just with the implications of the question-- varlets were a controversial subject-- but also with the realization that this interview was about more than just his qualifications. He wasn?t prepared for this. And, what did the badger mean by referring to the caged otter he?d seen outside as his ``pet''? A strange choice of words!\n\nThe raccoon glanced briefly around the office, trying to ground himself in the surroundings. The room was sleek, almost sterile, with sharp lines and muted colors, except for the vivid splash of pink from the badger?s fur. The view from the window revealed a sweeping vista of the city below, but it felt distant, detached from his current reality-- in stark contrast to the intimate nature of the interview.\n\nScry knew the wrong response could end the interview right here, and that a well-calculated answer might land him a position of significant prestige and value - but to overshoot the mark, to express enthusiastic support, might make him morally complicit in the otter?s apparent enslavement. He decided his best response was polite but noncommittal honesty.\n\n``Sir, it?s not my place to raise objections of that nature,'' Scry began, careful to maintain eye contact with the imposing badger. He tried to keep his voice steady and even, but found himself stumbling on his words a bit. ``I don?t think I could ever own a-- a ?varlet? myself. It just wouldn?t feel right-- I mean, not right to me, personally-- to have that kind of control over another person. But I understand times are changing, and this kind of-- of ?ownership? is a symbol of status and power in some circles, these days. It?s just part of the culture, and I wouldn?t think to question your participation in it.''\n\nHe paused, allowing the words to settle between them, watching the badger for any reaction. The badger nodded once again, as he had many times through the interview, and took a note on his pad. The cursive seemed to be illegible, almost like it wasn?t the notepad he was actually writing on. Other documents on the desk suggested that his handwriting was - not perfect, but far more legible than his current notes.\n\nIn the silence that followed, Scry took a breath and added, ``But I would be interested in understanding your thoughts on the topic, Mr. Crale. I imagine there's more to it than just power - there's always a reason why the most successful push boundaries, isn?t that so?''\n\nAt the question, the badger looked up at the raccoon, with a... something in his eye. Amused? Sinister? It was gone before he spoke. \"I can?t exactly say that most varlets are used reasonably, but I myself am quite fond of my pets. Do believe that I was surprised when a company began selling varlets, which seemed quite in contrast to the established laws of this and most other nations. However, the lack of opprobrium certainly is curious, is it not? But I am not in legal, I?m the chief financial officer. I handle the company resources.''\n\nThe badger?s nonchalant demeanor was unsettling. Scry couldn't shake the feeling that he was being toyed with, though the badger's words were delivered in a tone that could be mistaken for professional interest.\n\n\"Which is part of why I am interested in an assistant. Someone to handle the responsibilities that would take up my time. Company policy dictates that varlets are not allowed to handle sensitive information, which is why I can?t have Callahan in here during our interview.\n\n\"You understand the kind of function a varlet would provide, then? Here, I mean to ask: if I were to have Callahan?s muzzle down my dick while we were on the beach, would that be offensive to your sensibilities? I need to know that you would be able to maintain your duties in the event that I am not what would conventionally be considered presentable.\"\n\nThe question about Callahan was unnerving, but it was the badger's calm expectation that Scry might unquestioningly accept that kind of behavior that really unsettled him. Was this a test, or was the badger being sincere? The badger's continued nonchalance suggested that Scry?s response was being evaluated on a deeper level, maybe to see how far he would go to get the position. But he had a sense that it wasn't just a job offer at stake - there was something more at play here, something that made the raccoon's fur bristle with unease.\n\nBefore Scry answered, though, the badger pressed a button on his intercom. \"Callahan, could you bring in a pitcher of water? I?m parched, and would like to offer some to Scry as well.\" (Laguna knew the water, of course, was to be laced with nanites. It would only take one sip to secure the raccoon?s fate, through an object so mundane there would be no question. Especially if the badger were drinking the water himself.)\n\nCallahan re-entered the room, carrying the pitcher of water and two glasses on a silver tray, As the otter poured the water, Scry's attention was momentarily caught by the pitcher itself. It was unlike anything he had expected - ornate, almost ostentatious, with intricate patterns etched in the silver surface. The design was elaborate: a swirling motif that danced across the metal and caught the light in a way that was almost hypnotic.\n\nThe badger took one of the glasses, offered the other to Scry with a warm smile. ``Please, have some. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable during our conversation.'' The executive, however, didn't need the raccoon to lead - tilting his own glass back against his lips and drinking several deep gulps.\n\nScry hesitated, eyes flicking between the glass and the badger. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with expectation. Something about the circumstances struck him as odd, but he knew there was no graceful way to refuse without raising suspicion, so he reached out and accepted the glass, feeling the cool condensation against his palm.\n\nHe lifted it to his lips, mentally steeling himself as he took a small sip. The water was cold-- refreshing-- but the tension in his gut didn't ease.\n\nLowering the glass, he carefully arranged his words, knowing whatever he said next would be scrutinized just as much as his actions. ``I think I understand, Mr. Crale. The nature of your position requires flexibility and discretion. It?s not my place to judge your personal conduct, as long as it doesn't interfere with the performance of my duties. My focus would be on the task at hand, regardless of the circumstances.''\n\nHe hoped that was the right answer, that it struck the balance between maintaining his integrity and meeting the badger's expectations-- but even as he spoke, a vague unease persisted in the back of his head, as though something were subtly shifting within him.\n\nAcross from the raccoon, Laguna set aside his glass, and glanced towards Scry?s. (At least, that was the appearance; he was actually pulling up the progression of Scry?s nanite infusion. 0.2%, which still had a way to go, but from which there was no escape.)\n\n\"Mr. Morrison, I am prepared to offer you a salary of $125,000.00. I would also like to take the opportunity to remind you of the benefits package; we will take care of room and board for the duration of your tenure here at EverTech, as well as provide you with our $0 copay health insurance, which includes vision and dental.\" So Scry?s answers had, at least, been satisfactory enough to make the badger content. The job had been secured!\n\n\"Before I procure the paperwork, though, would you mind stripping for me? There will be occasions where clothing would be inappropriate, and a badger of my position prefers to maintain attractive company.\"\n\nThe words of the badger?s request (command?) didn't fully register at first-- Scry had been so focused on the job offer, on the promise of a salary that could change his life, and the benefits package that seemed too good to be true. He wondered if he?d misheard? But there was no mistaking the badger's calm, expectant demeanor, the way he made the demand as if it were the most natural thing in the world: Strip. Here. Now.\n\n(5%. Still a ways to go before Laguna had any control over his new pet. This next action would still by Scry?s, then, and the anticipation excited him.)\n\nHis first instinct was to recoil, refuse outright. The idea of undressing in front of this powerful, calculating badger was mortifying! Scry's mind flashed to the stories he'd heard--whispered rumors about the lengths some people would go to win a position in EverTech-- but this was different. This wasn't some minor concession or compromise-- this was something far more personal and degrading.\n\nBut Scry couldn't help thinking about the offer on the table: the security, the prestige, the opportunities that would come with a job like this - it was everything he had worked for, everything he wanted. His pride screamed at him to walk away, to preserve his dignity and refuse to be reduced to a mere object for the badger's scrutiny. But his ambition, his desire for the job and the life it promised, urged him to comply, to do whatever it took to secure his future. All he had to do was take this one uncomfortable, humiliating step, and the life he'd dreamed of would be his.\n\nScry swallowed hard, knowing that if he walked away now, he might never get another chance like this. Slowly, reluctantly, he rose from his chair. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the top button of his shirt. He couldn't bring himself to meet Mr. Crale's gaze as he began to unbutton it, each movement feeling like a surrender of something he wasn't sure he could ever get back.\n\nThe badger watched - using his own nanites to hide his amusement, unable to rely on his own composure - as each button that came off of the shirt. His newest pet, already following orders, was a fantastic view.\n\nThe air in the room felt cooler against Scry?s fur as he slipped off his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the chair beside him. Next he reached for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle. He could feel Mr. Crale's eyes studying him, appraising him, and the sense of exposure, of vulnerability, was almost unbearable.\n\nBut still, he continued. (15%) Laguna noted inwardly, as the raccoon began on his pants. Much quicker than the shirt, until Scry hesitated at the briefs. Each piece of clothing removed felt like another layer of protection being stripped away. Laguna almost prompted him- before the raccoon reluctantly continued of his own accord. By the time he was standing there, naked and exposed, he couldn?t bring himself to look up. He locked his gaze on the floor, hoping to avoid any further humiliation.\n\n``Is this... acceptable, Mr. Crale?'' he asked, his voice steadier than he'd expected, though his heart still pounded in his chest.\n\nThe badger's eyes swept over him-- Scry could sense him judging, assessing, and felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he forced himself to remain still and maintain some vestige of composure. The badger's approval-- or disapproval-- was the only thing that mattered now.\n\nLaguna stood up. He wanted to give the nanites as much time as possible, and was working carefully to accomplish that. He stepped around the Scry, pretending to look over the raccoon?s figure - admittedly, he certainly was, but not judging Scry: appreciating. (25%)\n\nIn continuing to delay, he changed subjects, even while standing in front of the naked raccoon. \"Here at EverTech, we are the tech development firm at the forefront of the world. It is a position we meticulously cultivate. You are already familiar with some of the technologies we?ve developed - 5g networks, self-driving cars, even quantum computers.\"\n\n(35%.) \"However, I must break some illusion as you become a part of the EverTech network. We do not develop these technologies for others. We did not develop 5g for Verizon, or quantum computing for IBM. No, we have developed a global 10g network for ourselves. We use quantum computing in our processor, since the 80?s.\"\n\n(50%. Enough, now, that Scry wouldn?t be able to grab his clothes.) \"Our premier technology are nanites. Robots that enter your bloodstream, and replace your blood cells with copies of themselves. These nanites are truly fascinating things, able to alter all sensory perception, and even take control of your actions. Some of our employees have even remarked that nanites give one a healing factor like that of wolverine, or that new hero - Deadpool?\"\n\n(60%) \"Every employee of EverTech receives a nanite infusion. Nanites link up to DelphAI, you see; the supercomputer that serves as the backbone of EverTech. And DelphAI gives us instant access to anything we need, in our heads-up display. I have your Grindr profile pulled up right now, Scry. Your resume.\"\n\n(80%) \"But the thing most impressive about nanites? Varlets. You see, the infusion means that we are made of three components, at a genetic level. Our DNA, Mitochondrial DNA, and Delphic DNA. Consequently, we are no longer furrs; we are something more. And, not being furrs, are exempt from certain laws, such as the 14th amendment. Possibly the most impressive aspect of these nanites, though, is how little one needs to become infused. For example, a sip of water is all it took to make you my pet.\"\n\nScry struggled to process the flood of information the badger had just unloaded on him. The nanites, what they were capable of, was both mesmerizing and terrifying, revealing a world of technology far beyond anything Scry had imagined. He stood vulnerable, stripped not just of his clothing but of any illusion of control, before this powerful figure who could do anything he wanted to him.\n\nScry's hands twitched involuntarily, a reflexive urge to cover himself, to shield what little autonomy he had left. But it was too late for that, wasn't it? He tried to reach for his clothes piled on the chair, but a wave of paralysis gripped his limbs.\n\n100%. Where Scry?s heart should have been pounding, in his chest, in his ears, in his tail - there was nothing. Because the nanites have overtaken the heart, replaced it with the central processing unit for nanite coordination, and maintaining the blood system through a constant flow that need not pump.\n\nHe wanted to scream, to demand that the badger undo whatever he'd done, to somehow fight back against this monstrous violation of body and mind. Panic surged, but so did something else - an unexpected, mortifying excitement. The prospect of being reduced to a... a ``pet'' was horrifying, but somehow, unthinkably... appealing? . It must be the nanites! They must be doing this to him, twisting his sensations, overriding his control overwriting his desires-- another violation!\n\nYet, even as he rejected the feeling, he couldn't entirely suppress it, and the tension between fear and desire left him dizzy.\n\nScry looked up, struggling to meet his captor?s gaze, his own eyes wide and begging: ``Sir, please... my heart - I?m-- I?m scared... what are you going to do to me? Is there anything I-- any way I can convince you to release me?''\n\n\"I would not recommend that, Scry. The infusion is not reversible; if I were to release you, you would need to go to inventory, where you may be sold to any politician or rich individual across the world. And I think you?d find that any other owner would be much less accommodating to your own desires.\"\n\nThe prospect of being sold to someone else - a faceless, potentially cruel owner - made the thought of staying here, under Laguna's control, where he was at least a little familiar with the situation, offer a sliver of comfort. The badger had shown himself to be domineering and strict, but not without a certain reassuring warmth (\"Reassuring warmth?!\" Scry inwardly raged; this, too, must be coming from the nanites.)\n\nIn the corner of the raccoon?s vision, a message came up - like a chat log from a video game. Except, here it was, in real life. It was a group chat, where Laguna asked Callahan to come in and dispose of Scry?s old clothes.\n\nThe otter obliged, but before grabbing the discarded clothes, another message popped up in Scry?s vision - a private text from Callahan. It takes a while to get used to, but it honestly is as good as the job offer sounded. The pantless otter took the clothes, wallet and all, and left the office, but the message had eased Scry?s fears a little. Maybe this wouldn't be as horrible as it seemed-- if others had adjusted and even found some satisfaction in this strange new life, maybe he could too?\n\nLaguna guided the raccoon to sit in the now-empty chair... And began to massage Scry?s shoulders. \"DelphAI is running your blood, now'', the badger continued, ``and she does a better job than evolution could. In doing so, your heart becomes vestigial. It doesn?t need to pump, because DelphAI is doing better.'' At first, Scry felt the echo of his earlier panic. The badger's touch was surprisingly gentle, as if coaxing him into acceptance. It was so tempting to let go and embrace his new life, so easy to just let his resistance slip away....\n\n\"Now, that salary was honest. As my pet, though, you won?t be able to make any use of it. Do you have family you would like me to pay it out to? Our structure for this is generally to pay it out as life insurance. That?s not true, of course, but it makes many questions much easier.\"\n\nThe mention of his salary redirected his thoughts, pulled him back to the surface. ``My father and brother,'' he said softly, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them. ``I want them to have the money. Please make sure they're taken care of.''\n\nHe still wasn't sure what to make of all this, but found a small sliver of reassurance in knowing his family would benefit from whatever this strange new life would bring. Maybe, in some way, that made the sacrifice worth it.\n\nAs the badger finished massaging Scry?s shoulders, he tousled the raccoon?s head fur with his paw. Scry found himself imbued with a surprising feeling of warmth at the sensation, even as he blushed at it. Maybe it wouldn?t even be so much of a sacrifice at all?\n\n\"Negotiating for two life insurance policies? How audacious.\" The badger chuckled, procuring a strip of leather that he wrapped around the raccoon?s neck. Or rather, it was a carbon nanoweave - a more limited set of nanites that had a variety of function, such as appearing as pink leather. This collar already bore the Black Rose tag that all of Laguna?s pets wore.\n\nScry felt the weight of the collar settle around his neck, the cool surface of the metal sending a shiver down his spine. The realization that he was now marked as one of Laguna?s pets was unnerving,but the badger's casual demeanor made it seem natural, as if this was simply how things were meant to be.\n\n\"But I suppose I should have finalized the offer before signing my side. hm? Nothing to be done about it, I suppose. I am afraid that I passed a resolution just last year defining a varlet?s ?remaining life? at time of capture as 20 years - so the two life insurance policies will pay out monthly over that term. Now, there?s one more thing I need you to do.\"\n\nHere, he placed a heavy chunk of metal in his newfound pet?s hand. Another device made of the same carbon nanoweave, though this time it was a ring and dome - two halves to a chastity cage. No lock and key was present, as the device would be permanent once applied (though the dome capable of retracting into the ring when Laguna so chose).\n\nAs the badger handed him the chastity cage, Scry's thought stuttered to a halt. The implications of the device were clear: another layer of control, another stripping away of the autonomy he once took for granted, and another piece of his former self: locked away.\n\nHe wasn?t sure how he was meant to put on the device at first DelphAI--, however, assisted here: holographic instructions appearing in Scry?s vision, guiding him on how to get it on comfortably. The instructions hovered in his vision, guiding him through the process with a clinical detachment that belied the invasive nature of what he was being forced to do to himself. Scry considered refusing-- but the insurance! He didn?t want to jeopardize his family?s newfound stability by pushing back too hard against the demands of his new Master. He needed to accept this, for them. All of this.\n\nWith a shaky breath, Scry followed the instructions, fingers trembling as he assembled the device. The ring clicked into place around the base of his cock, and he felt the dome snugly enclose him, the two halves locking together seamlessly. The finality of it was crushing, but there was no escaping the strange thrill accompanying the act. So this was what it felt like to be ``owned''. As frightening as the loss of autonomy was, there was also something strangely freeing about it-- a sense of purpose and belonging he?d never experienced, and found himself struggling to understand and accept.\n\nAfter the cage locked into place, the raccoon got a notification in his inbox; \"Unlock - April 27th. 16 days, 10 hours, 23 minutes.'' The specificity was unsettling, yet also oddly reassuring: there was an end in sight, however temporary. But sixteen days without relief? It was such a long time, and Scry caught himself whimpering involuntarily, thinking about it.\n\nHe looked up at Laguna, a mix of emotions roiling - fear, resignation, and a reluctant curiosity about what the next sixteen days would bring. ``Is there...anything else you need from me, Sir?'' His voice was soft, uncertain, yet tinged with a hint of acceptance. He knew there was no turning back, but maybe he could learn to find peace within this new reality.\n\nThe badger smiled, his grin lecherous. \"You?ve done fantastic, boy. For now, no - I have other meetings I need to attend to, now that I have my latest pet. I?m afraid I scheduled our interview during my lunch period, so I won?t be able to attend to that. Ah, I know what you can do. Go with Callahan to the coffee shop on the first floor, and order the Crale special. They?ll scan your tag for payment. I?ll let Callahan introduce you to the nanite HUD.\"\n\n(He paused for a moment, still wondering whether he would put this one in diapers as well. The thought was appealing - but it wasn?t a decision he needed to make just this minute.) Settled on giving himself time to think about it, he returned to his desk, and pulled up the processing review report from Japan. He was clearly looking at something, the way he was swiping at the air, but Scry could see none of it.\n\nScry's stomach twisted with the mixed emotions that Laguna's grin triggered. The praise made him feel good, but also ashamed for being so susceptible to it. Was he really that easy to win, that much of a pushover? As Laguna turned away, Scry took a moment to steel himself before leaving the office.\n\nOutside, the otter was waiting, and handed the raccoon the pictures of his family from the raccoon?s wallet. \"Everything else is gone, though we did upload all the contents of your phone to our cloud server. The pink collar really fits you, Scamp.\"\n\nAt the otter?s words, Scry felt yet another jolt of surprise. The pink collar around his neck was a reminder of how little control he had over even the smallest details now-- and ``Scamp?'' That must be the name on the collar's tag. The new name felt playfully demeaning, like it was meant to emphasize his new, lesser status - just another reminder that he was no longer his own person: he was someone's pet, a plaything molded to fit the whims of his new Master, and he couldn't help but wonder just how much of himself would be left by the end of this transformation. Still, the sight of his family's pictures offered a small, tangible connection to who he used to be, and for that he was grateful.\n\nAs Callahan led him out of the office, the weight of his situation truly hit him. He was still naked, except for the chastity cage and collar around his neck, and now he had to walk through the building like this! The thought of being seen by others in such an exposed state filled him with new anxiety, and he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to shield his exposed body, but it was a futile effort.\n\nSeeing his obvious discomfort, the otter put a reassuring paw on his shoulder. ``\"Laguna doesn?t like it when we try to hide our cages, Scamp.\" The otter searched for words to reassure the new pet - which, despite being the head of Laguna?s pets, was not a skill he had been trained on. \"Just, uh, remember that it?s legal for you to be naked now? Since we?re pets and all. ...Yeah, that wouldn?t reassure me either. You?ll get used to it though, I promise.\"\n\nThe words held little relief, but Scamp forced a smile \"So, Callahan, what?s this ?Crale special? I'm supposed to order? And... how does this nanite HUD work, exactly?''\n\nCallahan stopped in front of the elevator, waiting for its ascent. \"The Crale Special? It?s just shorthand for his hot chocolate. Before the nanites, he was allergic to caffeine - so he still generally avoids it, even though they process the caffeine now before it affects him. Let?s see;\" The elevator let out a ding, showing the cabin was approaching. \"Dark hot chocolate, no whip, no drizzle, whole milk, no froth, dusting of cinnamon, add a stick of pure chocolate. Rather than order that every time, though, he just told them to make it an item on their register so he could order the Crale Special when he wanted one. And you know, being an executive for EverTech, he always gets his way.\" Callahan chuckled.\n\nThe description of the Crale Special was oddly mundane compared to everything else Scamp had experienced today. He had imagined the drink might be infused with something sinister - maybe more nanites designed to alter his mind to be more docile and compliant. But, he realized, what would be the point? His body was already marked and confined, his movements already constrained, if needed, by the nanites already in his system. He was naked, save for the collar and cage that signified his new reality. The idea that he could somehow preserve a piece of himself by resisting the drink seemed almost laughable. Maybe it was easier to let go of the fear, now that everything else had been stripped away. What more could he lose? The constant anxiety of clinging to a shred of autonomy was exhausting, and there was a sort of freedom in acknowledging that there was nothing left to protect.\n\nAnd he had to admit, the Crale Special sounded delicious.\n\nThe cabin finally arrived, and the otter stepped into the empty elevator, waiting for Scry to join him before pressing the button for the ground floor. As they stepped into the elevator, Scamp couldn't help admiring how effortlessly Callahan carried himself, unbothered by their shared lack of clothing. He envied that confidence, and a small part of him began to hope he might someday be that comfortable in his new role.\n\n\"Now let?s see, the HUD. You noticed how there?s, like, a computer desktop over your vision? The nanites are putting that there - they can change all of your senses; taste, sounds, smells, feelings, and sight. But we can interact with it, too - ask DelphAI to pull up a map of the building. You don?t have to say it out loud, just think it. Nanites can read our thoughts - but it?s important to note that they can?t cross the blood-brain barrier, so they can?t CHANGE our thoughts. Only read them, something about how a thought lets out a microscopic radio signal with the transfer of electricity.\"\n\nCallahan paused his tutorial here, though, as a rabbit in a full suit entered the elevator when they reached the 18th floor. Scamp tensed up, instinctively trying to make himself smaller.But when the rabbit gave them only a cursory glance before ignoring them entirely. After all, he worked for EverTech; he knew what business they conducted.\n\nDespite his embarrassment at being seen in such a compromised state, Scamp's curiosity was piqued by Callahan?s description of the nanite HUD. He had been fascinated by transfurrism in what he was now starting to think of as his old life, and the idea that the nanites could create a virtual interface within his mind without altering his thoughts was fascinating. The level of control Laguna and EverTech had over him felt overwhelming, but it was not lost on him that, at least according to Callahan, the nanites couldn?t change his thoughts (so that meant, his earlier thoughts that he?d attributed to the nanites...?)-- and-- and there was something thrilling about the advanced level of technology involved-- technology he now got to explore and experience first hand!\n\nHe decided to test the HUD: DelphAI, show me a map of the building, he thought, feeling a bit silly but also curious about how it would work.\n\nAlmost immediately, a translucent map overlaid his vision, detailing the various floors and rooms of the EverTech building, though many were marked ``RESTRICTED ACCESS''. The layout was clear, with the coffee shop on the first floor highlighted. Scamp studied it, noting the quickest route to their destination.\n\n``It's showing me the map,'' he said quietly, more to himself than to Callahan, but the otter nodded.\n\n``Yep, that's DelphAI for you. You can zoom in, search for specific rooms, even get live updates if you need to find someone. It's all part of the package. Just be careful not to get too distracted by it - Laguna doesn't like it when we lose focus.''\n\nScamp nodded, still absorbing the information as the elevator continued its descent. The sheer scope of what the nanites could do was staggering, and there was no denying how useful they could be. Access to this technology might even be worth everything he had lost!\n\nMoments later, the elevator dinged as they reached the ground floor, and Scamp took a deep breath, ready to face whatever came next.\n\nScamp?s fur bristled as they entered the bustling lobby: a far cry from the controlled environment of the EverTech floors. It was no less busy than when Scamp had come in for the interview, now just an hour ago. Except, then, he had been clothed, and the building felt normal. Now, he was naked, and catching the attention of many Bellevue employees who did not work for the company who owned the building. Although he was trying to adjust to it, he still couldn't shake the feeling of being on display, and every glance from those who had little or no understanding of what he was sent a fresh wave of anxiety through him.\n\nCallahan nudged him, and he followed the otter through the bustling lobby, eyes flicking around at the people coming and going. The attention he received was different now: less of the casual glances he had received in the elevator, more curious, sometimes even predatory stares. It was unnerving, but the longer he remained exposed, the more he acclimated. His body reacted instinctively to the attention, but the tightness of the chastity cage quickly turned that incipient arousal into uncomfortable frustration. Best to take his mind off it. He focused instead on Callahan?s assertive, relaxed demeanor, tried to mimic his companion?s apparent insouciance. If the otter could be so at ease, maybe he could, too! He surveyed the promenade:\n\nThere were a couple shops here, almost acting like an indoor mall if it were larger, or had anything that wasn?t take-out. A sandwich joint, much fancier than either Subway or Jimmy John?s, sat in one corner, while some kind of pasta shop was next to it. A UPS store found itself between the coffee shop they were headed for, and a boba tea shop closer to the street. The building itself was unmarked, appearing to be a simple office tower for any number of businesses. Even the sign next to the elevator indicated a few dozen offices and their various floor destinations. A farce, it turned out; almost every single floor of the building belonging to EverTech, whose name appeared on not a single line of the elevator directory.\n\nAs they approached the coffee shop, Coffee River, the rich aroma of roasted beans and sweet syrups filled Scamp's nose, and he took a deep breath, letting the intoxicating smell ground him. It had clearly styled itself after Starbucks, and the staff behind the counter seemed perfectly amiable. He noticed the collars on the baristas' necks and realized: these weren't just employees; they were...what was the word?-- ``varlets'', too. Did they feel as trapped as he did? Had they, like Callahan, found a way to live with it, accept it? The thought of being among others who shared his fate at least made him feel more connected: everyone here had been stripped of something, just like him.\n\nCallahan began the order, talking with the jackal behind the counter. \"I?ll take a chai mocha today, and Mr. Crale wants his Crale Special. Scamp, what would you like?\"\n\nScamp realized he?d made a sillly error: He had thought Laguna had instructed him to order a ``Crale Special'' and consume it himself-- but now it seemed, based on Callahan?s order, that the drink had been intended for Laguna all along? Had he just been sent to retrieve the drink for his new master? And all that energy he?d wasted worrying about ``Crale Special'' being code for something sinister. He felt like such a fool!\n\nCallahan was still looking at him expectantly. Scamp hesitated for a moment longer, glancing at the menu before speaking, his voice barely suppressing embarrassment he hoped the otter couldn?t detect. \"I guess I'll just have a... a ?Crale Special? too.'' he said timidly (after all, it really did sound delicious!) ``If that?s alright?\" he added, glancing at Callahan for confirmation.\n\nThe otter shrugged. \"With our Master, you?ll find that his restrictions are known. You?ll never have to ask if something is alright; you?ll either know its not, or not be able to do it. Like baby rails, but for actions, instead of where you can be.\"\n\nScry listened closely as Callahan explained Laguna's way of doing things. The idea of ``baby rails'' for actions intrigued him. It was reassuring, in a way, knowing he wouldn't have to constantly second-guess his actions, but was also a reminder of how little independence he had left. He considered testing this, but the disturbing memory of his limbs freezing up when he had tried to reclaim his pants was a powerful deterrent.\n\nThe butler thought for a bit while the drinks were prepared. \"He?s very fair, even though none of this is. That sounds like a contradiction, but... Well, it?s like this - he loves us. That?s why he calls us pets. We make him happy, through his dick, but also his heart.\n\nCallahan's ascribing a sense of ``love'' to Laguna's attitude toward his ``pets'' caught Scamp off guard. He had been so focused on his loss of freedom, that he hadn't really considered the emotional side of it all. Could love really coexist with this level of control? He?d always believed love was something that could only exist between equals-- what did love even mean in this context? Focusing on this, paradox, Scamp tried to tune out the more disturbing parts of what the otter had said-- about the kind of services he would be expected to perform-- but found to his dismay that the implication had spurred the frustration from his cage to roil back up to the surface again. The constant pressure and denial were maddening, but he knew he would have to accept that this body was no longer his to control. To his surprise and confusion, this thought just made his subjugated cock strain against its new home even more.\n\n\"Touching your cage only brings more attention to it.\" Callahan chided, mirth and playfulness in his voice. \"And it doesn?t change how tight it is, anyway. But I know Joven took a year to get used to his, so not much to be done about it except give you the heads up.\"\n\nScamp's ears flicked back in mild embarrassment as he quickly withdrew his hand from the cage, Callahan?s playful reprimand reminding him just how conspicuous his discomfort was. The otter?s lighthearted tone eased the sting of embarrassment, but the persistent tightness remained. He knew Callahan was right - touching the cage only made it worse. He tried to force himself to ignore the sensation, though the thought of taking a year to adjust like this ``Joven'' had was daunting: this discomfort wasn't something that would go away overnight.\n\n\"Oh! How do you feel about D&D?'' continued the otter ``It wasn?t my thing before I was collared, but I wasn?t given a choice. I don?t imagine you will be, either. I?ve gotten through enough of it, though, to be able to help you build a character if you want. ``\n\nScamp raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift. ``D&D?'' he echoed, trying to picture himself rolling dice and crafting a character. \"I?ve always wanted to try it but never had the chance.\" The prospect brought a spark of excitement amid the more overtly distressing elements of his new life. Crafting a character, diving into fantastical adventures - it sounded like a much-needed escape, a way to explore different facets of himself within a safe, imaginative space. He offered Callahan a tentative smile. \"I?d appreciate any help you can offer. It could be fun!\" Scamp paused a moment, and asked, ``can you tell me a little more about the other ``pets'' in the household?''\n\nCallahan answered ``You already know me: I?m basically the head butler, and take care of the organization of the house for Laguna. Let?s see, Aurich does all the cooking - breakfast and dinner; and Joven tends to the grounds. You?ll be tending to the indoors - laundry, dishes, vacuuming.''\n\nAt the mention of his new household duties, Scamp's mood tanked again. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming? That was a far cry from the technical position he had applied for. He had envisioned working with cutting-edge technology, being involved in innovative projects. Now he was being relegated to mundane chores?\n\n``Wait - housework?'' Scamp blurted out, unable to hide his disappointment. ``But I applied for a tech job, something where I could use my skills, not... vacuuming floors.''\n\nThe words sounded petulant as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't help it. The gap between what he had expected and what was now being expected of him was crushing.\n\n``I mean, I know I'm supposed to be a... a ``pet'' now, but why have someone with my qualifications doing basic housework? Shouldn't I be doing something more relevant to my skills?'' He glanced at Callahan, hoping for some sort of explanation.\n\nBut even as he spoke, Scamp realized the futility of his protest. He wasn't in a position to negotiate his duties - Laguna had made that abundantly clear. But the thought of spending his days doing menial chores instead of engaging with the technology that had so recently excited him felt like another part of his old life slipping away forever.\n\nCallahan was careful with his words. \"Technically, you applied for ?executive assistant.? Which does cover housework, even if that?s not the presented primary function. I?m sorry, I know that doesn?t help any. I, uh, used to be the vice president for Verizon.\" The lack of pants made that a very hard sell, if the nanites weren?t a factor. \"So it?s not really a matter of skill. Joven?s a CPA. Or, well, was - varlets can?t be licensed as CPAs. Hell, Dakota used to work for MI6. Though he?s a bit more of an exception than the rest of us...''\n\nScamp's ears flicked forward as he processed what Callahan was telling him. \"Executive assistant,\" he echoed quietly, feeling the sting of the misled expectations even more keenly now. The revelation about Callahan's former life as a vice president, and the others' prestigious careers, gave him a rueful sense of irony, allowed him to feel a little less ashamed of having been captured like this. If these accomplished people had been reduced to lives of captivity and servitude, it could happen to anyone!\n\n\"Anyway:'' Callahan continued ``We do the housework, so that the house is nice for everyone. Laguna needs to do none of it, we?re kept busy during the day, and the workload never builds up because we?re handling it daily. Really, you?ll only need to work like two hours a day. Joven does a bit more because he loves his gardens, and Aurich is about two hours per meal. Some days are worse, of course.\" He groaned.\n\n\"Like when a new Magic the Gathering set comes out. You?ll get to sort through a case and so much more, to make sure he has ten copies of every goddamn card available in whatever art he summons.\" A task he was well ready to be relieved of.\n\nAs Callahan explained the housework routine, Scamp tried to latch on to the idea of it being only a few hours a day. That seemed manageable, and maybe it would leave him time to explore some of this new tech he?d been ``gifted'' with that still fascinated him. He nodded along, though his thoughts were a tumult of conflicting emotions.\n\nAt this point, the drinks were ready. Callahan took his own and had Scamp take the other two. \"And now we return. But yes; I am the chief pet. After all, we?re a family, but not in that corporate speak way I used to tell new hires. Ever heard of a polycule?\" In case not, DelphAI sprung up a definition in the corner of Scry?s vision. \"Just, we?re one that Laguna has forced into shape, I guess. And the housework?s not that hard, honestly - I was taking care of it all on top of my other duties before Laguna decided he wanted another mouth to fuck.\"\n\nAs he was still struggling to come to terms with the demeaning new role he was being forced into, the casual mention of Laguna?s more sexual expectations caused Scamp?s stomach to flutter nervously. He should be appalled at the prospect of being used in that way, on top of everything else, but the shameful tightening in his cage betrayed a different feeling he wasn?t willing to acknowledge, even to himself. He wasn?t ready to confront that aspect of his situation (or himself) just yet, but he took solace in the fact that Callahan seemed approachable and supportive. \"I guess we?ll be working closely together then,\" Scamp remarked softly, doing his best to project a confidence that he didn?t truly feel. \"It?s... it?s not what I expected, but I?ll do my best to learn my part.\"\n\nThe pair started back towards the elevator. The idea of being part of a \"family\" in this context still felt foreign, and Callahan's mention of a polycule added another layer of complexity to it all. The word conjured images of closeness, intimacy, and mutual care, but the reality here was warped by the power dynamics and control that Laguna exerted over them. A ``family'' of playthings with no will or freedom of their own.\n\n(...and at that thought, again: the unwelcome tightness in his cage, and with it the unsettling realization that some part of him he didn?t understand somehow... craved... the very surrender he was so repulsed by. )\n\nAs they approached the elevator, Scamp felt a knot in his stomach. He was about to face Laguna again, this time with a better understanding of what his new life would hold, and he didn?t know if he?d be able to keep a level head in the presence of the badger who had so deeply violated him-- but he feared what punishment might be visited on him if he were to act out and express that anger.\n\nBut even while feeling the rising heat of that anger... again, the pressure in his cage forced him to confront his deeper feelings, and every moment they drew closer to Laguna's office made it harder to ignore the truth: that some part of him was reacting to this not with fear or anger, but with a reluctant and shameful sense of longing. The cage was more than just a symbol of control - it was awakening something in him, something that found a perverse allure in the idea of surrendering what little was left of himself to Laguna's will, and the constant tightness in it seemed to amplify his conflicting emotions, making it harder to distinguish between what he wanted and what he was being made to want.\n\nThe elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside, the ride up feeling both too quick and agonizingly slow. Scamp adjusted his grip on the drinks, the warmth seeping into his hands, grounding him in the moment as the doors opened to the floor where Laguna's office awaited. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, following Callahan as they approached the door to the office. When they reached Laguna's office, Scamp hesitated for a moment, the weight of his conflicting emotions almost overwhelming.\n\nWith a deep breath that did nothing to steady his nerves, he nodded to the otter, signaling that he was as ready as he would ever be. Callahan hesitated for a brief moment after he opened the door... then stepped aside for Scry to deliver the hot chocolate.\n\nThe cause of the otter?s hesitation was immediately obvious. Laguna was leaning against the front ledge of his desk. He had discarded his pants at some point after the meeting, and as a result, was treating the raccoon to his first look at the badger?s 7 inch purple erection, with the knot sitting at its base. Conical, the knot clearly wasn?t useful in keeping the dick lodged - but it did give an increased girth at the bottom that would make taking it a challenge.\n\nThe badger's nakedness, his impressive erection on full display, was a visceral reminder of the power imbalance between him and Scry - a power that he expected was about to be exerted on him in the most intimate of ways. The sight filled him with a confusing mix of emotions: fear, dread, and still that reluctant, growing arousal that he was too ashamed to fully acknowledge.\n\nEven as his mind screamed at him to turn and run, his legs betrayed him, moving him forward in obedient steps towards Laguna. The conversation with Callahan echoed in Scry?s mind: his body was no longer his own, and the nanites in his system were reinforcing that truth with every forced movement. Coming closer revealed a new article on the desk, a pink rectangle of cushioned plastic. Once Laguna?s new pet was in reach, the badger took both hot chocolates and carefully set them aside, before beginning to massage his pet?s balls; once again aided by the nanites to increase the pleasure derived tenfold.\n\nThe helpless raccoon?s breath hitched, the sensation amplified by the nanites overwhelming his senses. He wanted to recoil and pull away from the badger's touch, but his body refused to obey. The pleasure coursing through him from the badger's skilled hands was overwhelming, nearly impossible to resist. It would be so easy to surrender to this, to let go and accepting what was being done to him. His body betrayed his thoughts, leaning into the touch, a helpless whimper escaping his lips.\n\n\"I have made a decision, Scamp - two, rather. I have settled on renaming you.\" The name choice being familiar - the word used for young raccoons, after all. \"And, I have decided that I quite like the idea of putting you back in diapers. Forever. To that effect, once I put this first diaper on you, you won?t have continence henceforth.\"\n\nAt the mention of diapers, Scry immediately stiffened, all thoughts of surrender instantly dispelled.\n\nLaguna noted the tension, inwardly amused, and continued to massage his raccoon?s balls. \"Now, yell at me. Joven was never shy about it, you don?t need to be either.\" Despite the ministrations of his hands, he was looking up at Scamp?s face.\n\nDiapers. The word alone was enough to send a shock of humiliation and dread through the raccoon. The idea of being kept in diapers - of forced incontinence - cut through the haze like a blade. It wasn't just humiliating; it was dehumanizing! The idea of losing control of his own body to that extent, of being forced into a permanent state of infantile helplessness, reignited the remnants of his will to resist. It was one thing to submit to Laguna's sexual control, but this... this was something else entirely. It felt like an assault on his very last shred of dignity, a step too far that he couldn?t-- wouldn?t-- endure.\n\nA surge of revulsion and anger welled up within him, the intense, mind-breaking pleasure suddenly eclipsed by a powerful wave of outrage. Scamp's body stiffened, his muscles tensing as if trying to fight against the invisible force that held him in place. The badger's calm, almost smug expression was the last straw, igniting a fury he had been too afraid to express until now.\n\n``No!'' The word burst from Scamp's lips with a force that surprised even him. ``No, I won't do this! I'm not a... a fucking baby!'' His voice shook, not with fear, but with the raw anger that had been simmering beneath the surface ever since this ordeal began. The thought of losing control over even his most basic, private faculties was too much to bear.\n\nHe struggled against the nanites' control, trying to pull away from Laguna's grip, his whole body trembling with the effort. Laguna's grip on his balls tightened slightly, sending another wave of intense pleasure through him, but, though the embattled raccoon couldn?t help trembling involuntarily, he pushed through it. ``You can't make me want this!'' he shouted, the defiance in his voice clear. ``I won't let you!''\n\nScamp's eyes blazed, his will to resist surging back to life-- the idea of surrendering to this ultimate humiliation was abhorrent, and he wasn't going to let it happen without a fight. ``You think you can just take everything from me? Make me your... your ?pet??'' he spat the word, his voice dripping with contempt. ``What gives you the right? What gives you the right to do this to people?! What did I ever do to deserve this? I'm not some toy for you to break, Laguna. I won't let you do it. I.... I can't.''\n\nBut even as the words left his mouth, Scamp felt the sting of reality creeping back in, seeping through the cracks of his defiance. Laguna's unshaken demeanor, the unrelenting grip of the nanites, and the undeniable pleasure the badger was still forcing him to feel: at all added up to the inescapable truth that he was utterly and completely powerless. He wanted to fight, to keep screaming, tear himself away from the fate that was being forced upon him, but the overwhelming sense of helplessness was too much.\n\nHis legs buckled, the fire of his anger quickly giving way to crushing despair. ``Please... don't do this...'' Scamp's voice broke, his defiance crumbling as he fell to his knees. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision, and as he looked up at Laguna, the last of his pride shattered.\n\n``Please, Laguna... don't put me in diapers...'' His voice was barely a whisper, thick with shame and desperation. ``I can't... I can't bear it... Please...'' The words tumbled out of him uncontrolled ``I'll do anything else... I?ll be your pet, I'll be good, I'll... I'll do whatever you want, just... please, not that...''\n\nScamp's body shook with his sobs, the last of his resistance gone, replaced by a desperate plea for mercy. He was broken, and he knew it. All he could do was beg, hoping against hope that Laguna might spare him from this final humiliation. But deep down, even as the tears fell, he knew that his fate was no longer in his hands.\n\nAs the raccoon fell, Laguna let his pet?s balls slip from his fingers - though he set the nanites to do what he could not, continuing the pleasurable ministrations. He otherwise gave Scamp a moment to weep, to reflect, to cool. The raccoon trembled on the floor, his mind a tangled mess of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.\n\nAnd then, he began scritching behind one of the raccoon?s ears - at which point the pleasure in his balls was withdrawn. \"You will be a good pet for me, Scamp. We both know that already.''\n\nLaguna's words echoed in his ears: a truth that deep down he recognized, but wanted desperately to deny. The scritch behind his ear, a simple, tender touch, only served to confuse him further, despite how inescapably good the sincere affection felt.\n\n\"But you do ask a valid question. What gives me the right to do this? Nothing. But, slavery was never about rights, or what was. It has always been about power. What gives me the power to do this? My position here at EverTech. But then, that?s the thing - I have this power... and I don?t want a toy for me to break.\n\n\"I want a pet to love. I want someone, not something, that I can toy with, and then spoil. I don?t need someone who will obey - I have that power. But I need someone who will yell at me. Who will cry. Who will enjoy the moments I share with them. You see, EverTech specializes in varlets. But the problem is, it also specializes in processing - in removing their minds from the equation. I have about ten thousand varlets in inventory right now.\n\n\"But not a single one of them whose love I can earn. DelphAI will give me all their love, absolutely. But DelphAi can never make their love theirs to give. This is what makes you special, Scamp. You are, entirely, still you. The nanites give me power over you, but I will never make you stop being you. And that is whose love I want to earn.\n\nThe badger's explanation, his talk of power and love, left Scamp reeling. It was a strange kind of logic - one that couldn?t justify what he'd been put through, what he was still being put through-- but made a sort of sense in the world Laguna had created for himself. Scamp's mind tried to reject it and hold on to the idea that this was all wrong: he was still his own person, with a will that couldn't be crushed. But the reality of his situation, the absolute control Laguna had over him, and the deep, shameful arousal that Laguna?s control had started to awaken in him, made it hard to cling to that defiance.\n\nThe badger continued: \"But it would be far too easy to simply court your favor. We return to - I am an executive at EverTech. If you would like the Himalayas renamed to the Morrisons, I can have that done by this afternoon. But then, I don?t get what I want. And there is a priority to things.\n\n\"For example; I want to put my raccoon back in diapers. Not as a baby, but as my pet. And he is a good pet, who will let me. But he is also an independent raccoon, who does not trust me, who does not love me, and for that I can only provide time.''\n\nScamp wanted to scream at Laguna again, to demand his freedom, reject this fate that was being forced upon him. But every time he tried to muster the strength, the memory of that overwhelming pleasure, the helplessness, the warped sense of security that came from being controlled, flooded his mind. And then there was the way Laguna talked about him - like he was special, like he was something more than just another varlet in a warehouse. It was all wrong, all of it an obvious manipulation, but it was undeniably seductive. The idea that Laguna wanted to earn his love, that he valued him for who he was, not just what he could be made into... it was almost enough to make Scamp want to believe him.\n\n\"Now, let?s get this diaper on, Scamp, and then we can get you home so you can rest in your own bedroom.\" It wasn?t a question, it wasn?t an offer, it was an order. But it was an order that the nanites did not force upon Scamp. It was an order, from a master to his pet, with no strings being pulled.\n\nScamp took a shaky breath, his voice trembling as he finally spoke, his words heavy with despair. ``I... give up, you win,'' Scamp whispered. ``I'll... I?ll let you diaper me. I'll... be your pet, just like you want.''\n\nSlowly, reluctantly, Scamp shifted his body, his movements mechanical and resigned as he allowed Laguna to position him to be diapered. The badger reached down, his strong hands gently yet firmly guiding Scamp's trembling body into position. The raccoon's breath quivered as he felt the soft, crinkling material of the diaper being stretched out beneath him, the sound alone sending a fresh wave of shame through his entire being. His tail twitched involuntarily, trying to escape the contact, but there was nowhere to go. He was completely at Laguna's mercy, and they both knew it.\n\nThe badger took his time, not rushing, not forcing the process, as if he wanted Scamp to feel every moment of this, to understand the depth of his submission. With each small adjustment, Laguna's hands brushed against Scamp's fur, the touch both soothing and intrusive in its familiarity, the effects of the nanites ensuring that the sensations, no matter how simple, were amplified to an unbearable degree.\n\nAs Laguna pulled the diaper up between Scamp's legs, the raccoon let out an involuntary yelp. The padding was thick, impossibly soft, and it pressed against him in a way that felt both foreign and alarmingly stimulating.\n\nLaguna's hands moved with careful precision, securing the diaper in place with gentle firmness. Scamp could feel each tape being fastened, locking him into this humiliating new reality. The process seemed to take an eternity, each moment dragging on, drawing out the raccoon's torment. But despite the shame, despite the revulsion, the sensation of being diapered, of being rendered so completely helpless, sent a thrill through him that he still refused to let himself acknowledge, let alone accept.\n\nWhen the diaper was finally secure, Laguna took a step back, allowing Scamp a moment to absorb what had just happened. The raccoon's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back sobs. The diaper felt impossibly thick between his legs, its presence a constant, reminder of his new, debased status. Scamp's tail twitched again, brushing against the back of the diaper: another crashing wave of shame.\n\nThe final blow came without warning. Scamp's body, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions, the humiliation, and the influence of the nanites, gave in to the inevitable: his bladder released, the warm flood spreading through the diaper, soaking into the soft padding, causing it to swell and press into his already aching, throbbing cage. Scamp's eyes flew open, a choked sob escaping his throat as he felt the warm wetness spread, felt the final, irreversible loss of control.\n\nTears streamed down his face, the reality of his situation hitting him with full force. He was diapered. Worse-- he knew he would always be diapered. He... he needed them now. All he could do was sob, his body shaking with the force of his emotions as he lay broken and humiliated at the feet of the one who had claimed him so completely.\n\nLaguna watched his new scamp for a moment, past the purple erection still throbbing between his legs. The raccoon would not be moving, not soon, and especially not of his own accord. So, the badger summoned DelphAI, and had her guide him. The badger knelt down, and carefully, with a fair bit of struggle, lifted the raccoon. The nanites increased his strength, though not to any superhuman levels - simply knowing how to leverage the strength he already had. And, 15 years of having them meant that they had been able to manipulate his muscle mass to be rather good for someone who didn?t exercise as much as he should. These gifts were assisted by DelphAI, who could analyze where to pick something, or someone, up - foot position, hand position, even accounting for Laguna?s erection.\n\nAltogether, it made the badger lifting the curled up pet possible, and he moved Scamp over to the chair that had once been where the raccoon had interviewed for the job.\n\nScamp barely registered the sound of Laguna's footsteps approaching, his mind still reeling from everything he had been through. His body felt like a foreign object, weighed down by the thick, soggy diaper clinging to his fur and the lingering aftershocks of the pleasure that had been turned against him. The realization that this was only the beginning - one of countless diaperings, one of countless humiliations stretching out into the indefinite future - weighed heavily on him.\n\nHe sat vacantly in the chair the badger had gently placed him in, weak with the remnants of shame and despair. The fight had been drained from him, leaving behind only the inescapable truth: this was his life now.\n\nBetter get used to it.\n\nUnlike his pets, the badger wasn?t in the habit of letting an erection go unattended. And his newest pet was certainly not the one to tend to it, so he returned to his earlier position leaning his bare ass on the edge of his desk, and sent a text to Callahan. The otter sighed, but came over to the badger. \n\n(Callahan was a dom, unique among Laguna?s pets for this fact; and even where penetrating him was involved, he preferred to be taken under his tail. However, there was a collar around his neck. And so, his mouth opened to slide over his master?s erection, allowing DelphAi to pilot the blowjob. Despite his reluctance, however, the otter was soon rubbing needily at the cage between his legs - he had already been locked up for 26 days, as it stood. And Laguna never let that need go down.)\n\nThe office filled with the noise of the blowjob, and Scamp had a front-row seat. His eyes flicked up to watch as Callahan approached Laguna, the otter's movements resigned and practiced. It wasn't lost on Scamp that even someone like Callahan - who clearly had his own preferences, his own desires - was still under Laguna's control, still forced to perform acts that, to put it mildly, might not have been his first choice. And yet, there was a resigned sort of routine in the way Callahan carried out his task, a sense that this was just another day in his life, another way of surviving.\n\nHe?d looked to model his behavior after the otter before-- maybe there was more to be learned from him here: a way to make peace with what he?d become. He thought back to the disturbing but undeniable thrill he?d felt when contemplating his new master?s control over him. At the time, he had run, hidden from that feeling. He?d rejected it. But maybe the only way to survive in this new life would be to let those feelings in, lean in to and rebuild himself around them. If all he was going to be for the rest of his life was a pet, then he would latch on to and savor whatever joy could be found in the role.\n\nHe could start with these... these degrading diapers he was stuck in.\n\nAs he watched the otter continue to service his master - their master, he reminded himself - he let his fingers drift to the plastic outer layer of the diaper, brushing against it lightly at first. The material was smooth and cool to the touch, and as his fingers explored the surface, a shiver ran through him. It was the sound that ensnared him first - the soft, crinkling noise that seemed to resonate with each movement. It was embarrassing, a constant reminder of his debasement, but also the noise was oddly soothing, a consistent, rhythmic sound that grounded him in the present.\n\nHe experimentally pressed a little harder, feeling the diaper shift beneath his touch. The padding squished slightly, and he couldn't suppress the small gasp that escaped his lips. The sensation was... unexpectedly pleasant. The soft, spongy squishiness was both comforting and somehow stimulating in a way that unsettled him. He knew he shouldn't find any of this appealing, but as his fingers continued to explore, a part of him that was eager to learn how to enjoy these strange sensations.\n\nHis mind warred with itself, one part-- loud, but fading-- screaming that this was wrong, that he should be fighting this with every fiber of his being, while another, quieter part whispered that this was what he needed to make peace with what he?d become. Instead of fighting it, he needed to go deeper into it. Go deeper.\n\nThen: another small spasm from his bladder, an involuntary release and another another wave of warmth through the diaper. The sensation overwhelmed him, the wetness seeping into the padding, causing it to swell further. The warmth spread outwards, pressing back against his skin, creating a feeling of fullness that made him squirm with a confusing mix of shame and reluctant excitement.\n\nThe scent of fresh urine now lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of his new incontinence. Instead of recoiling, he forced himself to breathe deeply, to face it head-on. The humiliation was undeniable, but so was the undeniable truth that had been gnawing at him since this all began: there was a part of him, buried deeply, that found something tantalizing about giving up control, something that called to him in a way he had never allowed himself to explore.\n\nScamp's fingers moved down to the leg bands, tracing the edges of the diaper where it met his fur, checking for leaks, finding none. The snug fit made him feel secure, wrapped up and contained, and that security, that too was something he hadn't realized he'd been yearning for. He pressed his legs together experimentally, feeling the wet padding squish between them. The sensation was strange, foreign, but also.. the warmth spreading through the diaper, the way it pressed against his tight and throbbing cage, sent a mix of signals through his body. It was comforting, exciting, and, still, mortifying all at once, a blend of emotions that left him quivering.\n\nHe found his hand tracing over the plastic again, and was surprised by a contented sigh escaping his lips. He could get used to this, he realized. In spite of everything that had been stripped from him, he would survive: he could get used to this.\n\nA groan marked Laguna?s finish, Callahan groaning as he struggled to drink the full shots that his master gave him. Over 15 years, Callahan had gotten used to the taste, though it still wasn?t a preference of his. However, the texture always caught him off guard, and keeping up with how much Laguna gave him would have been easier with any practice at all. Laguna typically used his other pets for getting off, due to Callahan?s own preferences.\n\nAnother pet wasn?t available at this point, though.\n\nAfter a minute for Callahan to catch his breath, and make sure that Laguna?s cock was clean, he pulled off and stood up. Scamp remained silent, staring at the floor in a daze. The badger walked over to him and put a hand on the raccoon?s head-- the gesture possessive, but gentle. \"Are we doing any better now? Let?s get you a shirt, and then we?ll head home like I promised. Now where did I drop my pants...\"\n\nThe badger's words barely registered at first, Scamp?s broken mind still struggling to process the last few minutes, but slowly, they began to sink in. A shirt? Home? The words felt foreign, almost unreal, but they were a reminder that life was still moving forward, whether he was ready for it or not.\n\nScamp took a breath and nodded, his voice still a little shaky, but steadying. ``Okay. Yeah. Let?s... let's get going.''\n\nCallahan handed the badger the pants, discarded behind his desk. While Laguna slid himself back into the jockstrap and cashmere slacks, the otter helped Scamp stand up. He shifted uncomfortably as the otter helped him to his feet, the thick padding of his diaper squishing slightly between his thighs. The added bulk between his legs was still intrusive, but he would no longer deny that something in the sensation spoke to him, on a deep level. The slight pressure against his cage as he stood only added to the complex feeling he was still struggling to understand.\n\nLaguna led the way to the elevator. Following his new master, Scamp became aware of the subtle but constant sound his diaper made, crinkling with every step. The new soundtrack of my life, he thought wryly. Still, there was an undeniable security in the snug fit, the way it hugged him, protected him-- despite the shame of it, he found himself learning to relax into the comfort and safety the diaper provided. It was easier this way-- and easier to do than he expected. Maybe, he thought... maybe Laguna knew this about me all along? Is that why he picked me for this?\n\nInside the elevator, rather than selecting the ground floor, Laguna scrolled through an unseen screen for a moment. ``Ah, perfect'', he said to himself, before selecting floor 13. It did not stop at any other floors, despite descending ten of them. Through the glass, Scamp could see that there WERE others waiting for an elevator - DelphAi gave the executive priority, of course.\n\nAs they descended, without warning, Scamp felt another warm trickle seeping into the diaper, adding to the already soaked padding. He bit his lip, a quiet whimper escaping as he felt the wetness spread. The diaper swelled slightly, pressing even more against his cage, sending a new jolt of sensation through him. This aspect of the changes forced on him he still struggled to accept. The loss of control was mortifying, even if the physical sensations it caused were maddeningly arousing.\n\nArriving at the intended floor, the raccoon found himself in accounting - the whole floor, it seemed. Scamp's gaze flicked nervously, embarrassed as he became acutely aware of his exposed diaper. This was worse even than being seen naked, before-- at least then, he wasn?t the only one!\n\nOnce again, they followed the pink badger through the floor; full of cubicles, but the cubicles were large enough that each employee had ample room for personalization. Small rooms, if the wall ended at just under standing height. The stillness in the air indicated a lively discussion that had been hushed by the presence of the executive.\n\nThey stopped at a raccoon?s desk. \"Y-yes, sir?\" He inquired. Khakis and a simple button-down tee covered him, but he appeared to be close in dimension to Scamp?s own build.\n\n\"My new pet needs a shirt for getting home. Yours will do.\"\n\nBlinking for a moment, the employee had to process what he heard. Then, ears flat, he stood up and began unbuttoning the shirt. After a minute of fumbling, he was able to hand the shirt over to Laguna?s pet.\n\nWatching the employee fumble with his buttons, Scamp?s own ears flattened in sympathy - but there was a thrill in knowing that he was the cause of it, that his new position came with a certain power, even if only borrowed from Laguna's. His needs were under Laguna?s care, and Laguna would see them fulfilled (if it suited him)\n\nAs Scamp slipped into the borrowed shirt (softer than he expected), the fabric brushing against the edge of his diaper, he felt a strange satisfaction. The shirt wasn't his, the diaper wasn't his choice, and yet, the way they felt against his fur, the way the cage pressed against him with each movement, it all started to feel like part of a new kind of normal: powerless, but protected. Helpless, yes... but safe.\n\nLaguna gave a satisfactory nod. \"James, enjoy a week of vacation on me. Starting now. I don?t expect to see you back in the office until the 22nd, alright?\" He patted the raccoon?s back. \"You took care of me, this is my thanks.\" James was too stunned to do more than utter a thank you.\n\nOn their return to the elevator, Laguna sent a group text. Scamp could see that it was a group, recipients including him and Callahan. \"I wonder how long it will take for him to figure out I?ve disabled his orgasms for the vacation.\" Laguna was wearing a wry smile. Was that sexual harassment? ...Who could James go to if it was?\n\nThe thought sent a new shiver down Scamp's spine, the reminder of his own caged state unsettling him again. Was this his future too? To have his orgasms turned on and off as his Master pleased? How long would he be forced to go without? The diapers he was beginning to think he could get used to, maybe even learn to enjoy... but the frustration of constant, inescapable, arousal? He wasn?t sure he could handle that!\n\nBut something about the situation struck him as odd, he realized. Laguna could control James just like he could control Scamp-- he had made that clear-- but James wasn't a pet, was he? He was working, fully clothed, ostensibly living a normal life. Scamp's brow furrowed as he tried to piece it together, tried to remember what Laguna had said back in their first meeting. It was hard to recall all the details-- he had been through so much since then-- but he seemed to remember Laguna implying that there was no way he could release Scry, because anyone with nanites had no choice but to become a pet or face a mind wipe.\n\nScamp's voice was tentative, almost shy as he glanced up at Laguna. ``James... he has nanites, doesn't he? But he's not a... varlet. How come...?''\n\n\"Hmm? Yes, he does - all employees have nanites. Even I do.\" Laguna was reading something in his vision. \"Ah, you?re wondering about yourself. DelphAI hires all of our open positions, before we even reach out. She figures out who the best for the job are, then works on employment packages. In your case, the open position was my pet. Yes, that means you were scouted ahead of time, and the only person whom I interviewed. The choice is the same for everyone, though - take the position, or enter inventory. Just that, unfortunately for you, the position was being a varlet.\"\n\nScamp?s ears twitched at Laguna?s response, as he considered the implications of this new information. So this had all been planned - he had been planned, scouted, chosen specifically for this. Scamp wasn't here by accident; he was here because DelphAI, in her wisdom, had decided this was where he belonged. As a pet.\n\nDespite the admission, Laguna didn?t sound remorseful. Which made sense: if you were someone who could take someone else from their entire life, remorse wouldn?t get them very far. He did, however, bring a hand over to rub at the back of Scamp?s neck, stroking the way one would pet their dog. Not far from what he was, after all. As the badger?s hand stroked the back of his neck, a gesture that felt both calming and possessive, Scamp couldn't help leaning into the touch, even as a now-fading part of him still faintly screamed to pull away. The touch, gentle yet firm, reminded him that he was cared for, wanted, in a way that he had never been before.\n\nWas this why nothing had worked out for him before, why he had never felt truly at home in his old life? Here, under Laguna's control, it all started to make a strange sort of sense. If DelphAI had picked him for this, then she must have seen something about him, something deep within, that had marked him as perfect for this role. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of shame and strange validation. He had always felt different, like something was missing from his life, and now... now maybe he knew what it was.\n\nAs the elevator doors opened to the bustling lobby, Laguna exited and Callahan followed closely. Scamp's gaze flicked around, catching glimpses of people going about their day, oblivious to the life-altering conversation that had just taken place. They were just normal Seattleites, living their normal lives. Lives that, for Scamp, felt lightyears away now.\n\nLaguna led his pets to the parking garage immediately connected, where Scamp had parked his own car as a part of the interview instructions. The lot was private, requiring a pin for access. Though because DelphAI managed the garage, recognized employees wouldn?t need to enter the pin every time.\n\nAs Scamp followed Laguna, his feet moving almost automatically, the reality of his situation was sinking in, heavier with each step-- but alongside that weight was a strange lightness, a sense of relief. If this was what he was meant to be, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to surrender to it fully. There was safety in submission, a comfort in being cared for, and as much as he had resisted the idea, there was a growing part of him that craved it - that maybe had always craved it.\n\nBy the time they reached the car, any remnants of his former life felt distant, irrelevant. As they approached the sleek sedan, a model he didn't recognize, his eye was drawn to the attention to detail. It wasn't a typical sedan, but it wasn't about luxury either. It was about functionality, control, and comfort - a perfect metaphor for his new reality.\n\nSurprisingly, the seats inside weren?t leather! But the cooler in the center of the car nonetheless suggested it was far from a simple one. Laguna directed scamp into one seat, then took another - both in the back, while Callahan took the driver seat. Sliding into the seat designated for him, next to his new master, the seatbelt clicking into place with finality, Scamp felt the last vestiges of his old life clinging to him, fragile and tenuous. He could still hold on to them, still try to resist what he was becoming - but why? What good had his old life done him? What was he really holding on to? As Callahan took the driver's seat Scamp felt a wave of peace wash over him. The warm, comforting bulk of his diaper beneath him, the quiet hum of the car as it started, and Laguna's strong, reassuring presence beside him all worked together to soothe his remaining doubts. He glanced over at the handsome badger, feeling a heady mix of submission and contentment. The diapers, the cage, the collar - it was all part of a life designed for him.\n\nHe was Laguna?s pet, and that was exactly what he was meant to be.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The New Job

by Laguna Crale and Scry Otter

The building, large and unmarked, had a foreboding aura suggesting a powerful presence that chose to remain anonymous. Despite finding the building intimidating, Scry had managed to stay focused. The interview was with the CFO directly, which Scry hadn?t anticipated when he showed up to the lobby. When he had finished riding the elevator 25 floors up, he was greeted by an asian small-claw otter wearing no pants, exposing his chastity cage.

It took Scry, shocked, a moment to realize that this must be one of those ?varlets? that had recently become fashionable among the ultra-rich. The news media was suspiciously silent on this latest fad, despite how it should be a violation of the 14th amendment... yet, the otter didn?t uncomfortable with his position. A statement of not only the power of the badger with whom Scry was interviewing, but also his wealth, and the position that EverTech was in. It wasn?t just any company if an executive had a varlet here in his office.

Despite all this, the questions were straightforward, and Scry?s preparations had made them feel easy. The CFO, a Mr. Laguna Crale - curiously sporting pink fur, though Scry knew better than to bring that up in an interview - even seemed to be quite satisfied with the raccoon?s answers. But the badger?s expression shifted subtly as he transitioned to the next phase of the interview.

"Alright, that was round one, and you?ve done quite well, Scry. For round two, I will be asking some more... intimate questions. Let?s start with a simple one; you?ve seen my pet outside, yes? Varlet, the official term is. Do you have any objections to my owning one?"

Scry was a bit taken aback by the question, as well as the shift in tone, and was uncertain, at first, how to reply. His thoughts raced, not just with the implications of the question-- varlets were a controversial subject-- but also with the realization that this interview was about more than just his qualifications. He wasn?t prepared for this. And, what did the badger mean by referring to the caged otter he?d seen outside as his ``pet''? A strange choice of words!

The raccoon glanced briefly around the office, trying to ground himself in the surroundings. The room was sleek, almost sterile, with sharp lines and muted colors, except for the vivid splash of pink from the badger?s fur. The view from the window revealed a sweeping vista of the city below, but it felt distant, detached from his current reality-- in stark contrast to the intimate nature of the interview.

Scry knew the wrong response could end the interview right here, and that a well-calculated answer might land him a position of significant prestige and value - but to overshoot the mark, to express enthusiastic support, might make him morally complicit in the otter?s apparent enslavement. He decided his best response was polite but noncommittal honesty.

``Sir, it?s not my place to raise objections of that nature,'' Scry began, careful to maintain eye contact with the imposing badger. He tried to keep his voice steady and even, but found himself stumbling on his words a bit. ``I don?t think I could ever own a-- a ?varlet? myself. It just wouldn?t feel right-- I mean, not right to me, personally-- to have that kind of control over another person. But I understand times are changing, and this kind of-- of ?ownership? is a symbol of status and power in some circles, these days. It?s just part of the culture, and I wouldn?t think to question your participation in it.''

He paused, allowing the words to settle between them, watching the badger for any reaction. The badger nodded once again, as he had many times through the interview, and took a note on his pad. The cursive seemed to be illegible, almost like it wasn?t the notepad he was actually writing on. Other documents on the desk suggested that his handwriting was - not perfect, but far more legible than his current notes.

In the silence that followed, Scry took a breath and added, ``But I would be interested in understanding your thoughts on the topic, Mr. Crale. I imagine there's more to it than just power - there's always a reason why the most successful push boundaries, isn?t that so?''

At the question, the badger looked up at the raccoon, with a... something in his eye. Amused? Sinister? It was gone before he spoke. "I can?t exactly say that most varlets are used reasonably, but I myself am quite fond of my pets. Do believe that I was surprised when a company began selling varlets, which seemed quite in contrast to the established laws of this and most other nations. However, the lack of opprobrium certainly is curious, is it not? But I am not in legal, I?m the chief financial officer. I handle the company resources.''

The badger?s nonchalant demeanor was unsettling. Scry couldn't shake the feeling that he was being toyed with, though the badger's words were delivered in a tone that could be mistaken for professional interest.

"Which is part of why I am interested in an assistant. Someone to handle the responsibilities that would take up my time. Company policy dictates that varlets are not allowed to handle sensitive information, which is why I can?t have Callahan in here during our interview.

"You understand the kind of function a varlet would provide, then? Here, I mean to ask: if I were to have Callahan?s muzzle down my dick while we were on the beach, would that be offensive to your sensibilities? I need to know that you would be able to maintain your duties in the event that I am not what would conventionally be considered presentable."

The question about Callahan was unnerving, but it was the badger's calm expectation that Scry might unquestioningly accept that kind of behavior that really unsettled him. Was this a test, or was the badger being sincere? The badger's continued nonchalance suggested that Scry?s response was being evaluated on a deeper level, maybe to see how far he would go to get the position. But he had a sense that it wasn't just a job offer at stake - there was something more at play here, something that made the raccoon's fur bristle with unease.

Before Scry answered, though, the badger pressed a button on his intercom. "Callahan, could you bring in a pitcher of water? I?m parched, and would like to offer some to Scry as well." (Laguna knew the water, of course, was to be laced with nanites. It would only take one sip to secure the raccoon?s fate, through an object so mundane there would be no question. Especially if the badger were drinking the water himself.)

Callahan re-entered the room, carrying the pitcher of water and two glasses on a silver tray, As the otter poured the water, Scry's attention was momentarily caught by the pitcher itself. It was unlike anything he had expected - ornate, almost ostentatious, with intricate patterns etched in the silver surface. The design was elaborate: a swirling motif that danced across the metal and caught the light in a way that was almost hypnotic.

The badger took one of the glasses, offered the other to Scry with a warm smile. ``Please, have some. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable during our conversation.'' The executive, however, didn't need the raccoon to lead - tilting his own glass back against his lips and drinking several deep gulps.

Scry hesitated, eyes flicking between the glass and the badger. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with expectation. Something about the circumstances struck him as odd, but he knew there was no graceful way to refuse without raising suspicion, so he reached out and accepted the glass, feeling the cool condensation against his palm.

He lifted it to his lips, mentally steeling himself as he took a small sip. The water was cold-- refreshing-- but the tension in his gut didn't ease.

Lowering the glass, he carefully arranged his words, knowing whatever he said next would be scrutinized just as much as his actions. ``I think I understand, Mr. Crale. The nature of your position requires flexibility and discretion. It?s not my place to judge your personal conduct, as long as it doesn't interfere with the performance of my duties. My focus would be on the task at hand, regardless of the circumstances.''

He hoped that was the right answer, that it struck the balance between maintaining his integrity and meeting the badger's expectations-- but even as he spoke, a vague unease persisted in the back of his head, as though something were subtly shifting within him.

Across from the raccoon, Laguna set aside his glass, and glanced towards Scry?s. (At least, that was the appearance; he was actually pulling up the progression of Scry?s nanite infusion. 0.2%, which still had a way to go, but from which there was no escape.)

"Mr. Morrison, I am prepared to offer you a salary of $125,000.00. I would also like to take the opportunity to remind you of the benefits package; we will take care of room and board for the duration of your tenure here at EverTech, as well as provide you with our $0 copay health insurance, which includes vision and dental." So Scry?s answers had, at least, been satisfactory enough to make the badger content. The job had been secured!

"Before I procure the paperwork, though, would you mind stripping for me? There will be occasions where clothing would be inappropriate, and a badger of my position prefers to maintain attractive company."

The words of the badger?s request (command?) didn't fully register at first-- Scry had been so focused on the job offer, on the promise of a salary that could change his life, and the benefits package that seemed too good to be true. He wondered if he?d misheard? But there was no mistaking the badger's calm, expectant demeanor, the way he made the demand as if it were the most natural thing in the world: Strip. Here. Now.

(5%. Still a ways to go before Laguna had any control over his new pet. This next action would still by Scry?s, then, and the anticipation excited him.)

His first instinct was to recoil, refuse outright. The idea of undressing in front of this powerful, calculating badger was mortifying! Scry's mind flashed to the stories he'd heard--whispered rumors about the lengths some people would go to win a position in EverTech-- but this was different. This wasn't some minor concession or compromise-- this was something far more personal and degrading.

But Scry couldn't help thinking about the offer on the table: the security, the prestige, the opportunities that would come with a job like this - it was everything he had worked for, everything he wanted. His pride screamed at him to walk away, to preserve his dignity and refuse to be reduced to a mere object for the badger's scrutiny. But his ambition, his desire for the job and the life it promised, urged him to comply, to do whatever it took to secure his future. All he had to do was take this one uncomfortable, humiliating step, and the life he'd dreamed of would be his.

Scry swallowed hard, knowing that if he walked away now, he might never get another chance like this. Slowly, reluctantly, he rose from his chair. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the top button of his shirt. He couldn't bring himself to meet Mr. Crale's gaze as he began to unbutton it, each movement feeling like a surrender of something he wasn't sure he could ever get back.

The badger watched - using his own nanites to hide his amusement, unable to rely on his own composure - as each button that came off of the shirt. His newest pet, already following orders, was a fantastic view.

The air in the room felt cooler against Scry?s fur as he slipped off his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the chair beside him. Next he reached for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle. He could feel Mr. Crale's eyes studying him, appraising him, and the sense of exposure, of vulnerability, was almost unbearable.

But still, he continued. (15%) Laguna noted inwardly, as the raccoon began on his pants. Much quicker than the shirt, until Scry hesitated at the briefs. Each piece of clothing removed felt like another layer of protection being stripped away. Laguna almost prompted him- before the raccoon reluctantly continued of his own accord. By the time he was standing there, naked and exposed, he couldn?t bring himself to look up. He locked his gaze on the floor, hoping to avoid any further humiliation.

``Is this... acceptable, Mr. Crale?'' he asked, his voice steadier than he'd expected, though his heart still pounded in his chest.

The badger's eyes swept over him-- Scry could sense him judging, assessing, and felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he forced himself to remain still and maintain some vestige of composure. The badger's approval-- or disapproval-- was the only thing that mattered now.

Laguna stood up. He wanted to give the nanites as much time as possible, and was working carefully to accomplish that. He stepped around the Scry, pretending to look over the raccoon?s figure - admittedly, he certainly was, but not judging Scry: appreciating. (25%)

In continuing to delay, he changed subjects, even while standing in front of the naked raccoon. "Here at EverTech, we are the tech development firm at the forefront of the world. It is a position we meticulously cultivate. You are already familiar with some of the technologies we?ve developed - 5g networks, self-driving cars, even quantum computers."

(35%.) "However, I must break some illusion as you become a part of the EverTech network. We do not develop these technologies for others. We did not develop 5g for Verizon, or quantum computing for IBM. No, we have developed a global 10g network for ourselves. We use quantum computing in our processor, since the 80?s."

(50%. Enough, now, that Scry wouldn?t be able to grab his clothes.) "Our premier technology are nanites. Robots that enter your bloodstream, and replace your blood cells with copies of themselves. These nanites are truly fascinating things, able to alter all sensory perception, and even take control of your actions. Some of our employees have even remarked that nanites give one a healing factor like that of wolverine, or that new hero - Deadpool?"

(60%) "Every employee of EverTech receives a nanite infusion. Nanites link up to DelphAI, you see; the supercomputer that serves as the backbone of EverTech. And DelphAI gives us instant access to anything we need, in our heads-up display. I have your Grindr profile pulled up right now, Scry. Your resume."

(80%) "But the thing most impressive about nanites? Varlets. You see, the infusion means that we are made of three components, at a genetic level. Our DNA, Mitochondrial DNA, and Delphic DNA. Consequently, we are no longer furrs; we are something more. And, not being furrs, are exempt from certain laws, such as the 14th amendment. Possibly the most impressive aspect of these nanites, though, is how little one needs to become infused. For example, a sip of water is all it took to make you my pet."

Scry struggled to process the flood of information the badger had just unloaded on him. The nanites, what they were capable of, was both mesmerizing and terrifying, revealing a world of technology far beyond anything Scry had imagined. He stood vulnerable, stripped not just of his clothing but of any illusion of control, before this powerful figure who could do anything he wanted to him.

Scry's hands twitched involuntarily, a reflexive urge to cover himself, to shield what little autonomy he had left. But it was too late for that, wasn't it? He tried to reach for his clothes piled on the chair, but a wave of paralysis gripped his limbs.

100%. Where Scry?s heart should have been pounding, in his chest, in his ears, in his tail - there was nothing. Because the nanites have overtaken the heart, replaced it with the central processing unit for nanite coordination, and maintaining the blood system through a constant flow that need not pump.

He wanted to scream, to demand that the badger undo whatever he'd done, to somehow fight back against this monstrous violation of body and mind. Panic surged, but so did something else - an unexpected, mortifying excitement. The prospect of being reduced to a... a ``pet'' was horrifying, but somehow, unthinkably... appealing? . It must be the nanites! They must be doing this to him, twisting his sensations, overriding his control overwriting his desires-- another violation!

Yet, even as he rejected the feeling, he couldn't entirely suppress it, and the tension between fear and desire left him dizzy.

Scry looked up, struggling to meet his captor?s gaze, his own eyes wide and begging: ``Sir, please... my heart -  I?m-- I?m scared... what are you going to do to me? Is there anything I-- any way I can convince you to release me?''

"I would not recommend that, Scry. The infusion is not reversible; if I were to release you, you would need to go to inventory, where you may be sold to any politician or rich individual across the world. And I think you?d find that any other owner would be much less accommodating to your own desires."

The prospect of being sold to someone else - a faceless, potentially cruel owner - made the thought of staying here, under Laguna's control, where he was at least a little familiar with the situation, offer a sliver of comfort. The badger had shown himself to be domineering and strict, but not without a certain reassuring warmth  ("Reassuring warmth?!" Scry inwardly raged; this, too, must be coming from the nanites.)

In the corner of the raccoon?s vision, a message came up - like a chat log from a video game. Except, here it was, in real life. It was a group chat, where Laguna asked Callahan to come in and dispose of Scry?s old clothes.

The otter obliged, but before grabbing the discarded clothes, another message popped up in Scry?s vision - a private text from Callahan. It takes a while to get used to, but it honestly is as good as the job offer sounded. The pantless otter took the clothes, wallet and all, and left the office, but the message had eased Scry?s fears a little. Maybe this wouldn't be as horrible as it seemed-- if others had adjusted and even found some satisfaction in this strange new life, maybe he could too?

Laguna guided the raccoon to sit in the now-empty chair... And began to massage Scry?s shoulders. "DelphAI is running your blood, now'', the badger continued, ``and she does a better job than evolution could. In doing so, your heart becomes vestigial. It doesn?t need to pump, because DelphAI is doing better.'' At first, Scry felt the echo of his earlier panic. The badger's touch was surprisingly gentle, as if coaxing him into acceptance. It was so tempting to let go and embrace his new life, so easy to just let his resistance slip away....

"Now, that salary was honest. As my pet, though, you won?t be able to make any use of it. Do you have family you would like me to pay it out to? Our structure for this is generally to pay it out as life insurance. That?s not true, of course, but it makes many questions much easier."

The mention of his salary redirected his thoughts, pulled him back to the surface. ``My father and brother,'' he said softly, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them. ``I want them to have the money. Please make sure they're taken care of.''

He still wasn't sure what to make of all this, but found a small sliver of reassurance in knowing his family would benefit from whatever this strange new life would bring. Maybe, in some way, that made the sacrifice worth it.

As the badger finished massaging Scry?s shoulders, he tousled the raccoon?s head fur with his paw. Scry found himself imbued with a surprising feeling of warmth at the sensation, even as he blushed at it. Maybe it wouldn?t even be so much of a sacrifice at all?

"Negotiating for two life insurance policies? How audacious." The badger chuckled, procuring a strip of leather that he wrapped around the raccoon?s neck. Or rather, it was a carbon nanoweave - a more limited set of nanites that had a variety of function, such as appearing as pink leather. This collar already bore the Black Rose tag that all of Laguna?s pets wore.

Scry felt the weight of the collar settle around his neck, the cool surface of the metal sending a shiver down his spine. The realization that he was now marked as one of Laguna?s pets was unnerving,but the badger's casual demeanor made it seem natural, as if this was simply how things were meant to be.

"But I suppose I should have finalized the offer before signing my side. hm? Nothing to be done about it, I suppose. I am afraid that I passed a resolution just last year defining a varlet?s ?remaining life? at time of capture as 20 years - so the two life insurance policies will pay out monthly over that term. Now, there?s one more thing I need you to do."

Here, he placed a heavy chunk of metal in his newfound pet?s hand. Another device made of the same carbon nanoweave, though this time it was a ring and dome - two halves to a chastity cage. No lock and key was present, as the device would be permanent once applied (though the dome capable of retracting into the ring when Laguna so chose).

As the badger handed him the chastity cage, Scry's thought stuttered to a halt. The implications of the device were clear: another layer of control, another stripping away of the autonomy he once took for granted, and another piece of his former self: locked away.

He wasn?t sure how he was meant to put on the device at first DelphAI--, however, assisted here: holographic instructions appearing in Scry?s vision, guiding him on how to get it on comfortably. The instructions hovered in his vision, guiding him through the process with a clinical detachment that belied the invasive nature of what he was being forced to do to himself. Scry considered refusing-- but the insurance! He didn?t want to jeopardize his family?s newfound stability by pushing back too hard against the demands of his new Master. He needed to accept this, for them. All of this.

With a shaky breath, Scry followed the instructions, fingers trembling as he assembled the device. The ring clicked into place around the base of his cock, and he felt the dome snugly enclose him, the two halves locking together seamlessly. The finality of it was crushing, but there was no escaping the strange thrill accompanying the act. So this was what it felt like to be ``owned''. As frightening as the loss of autonomy was, there was also something strangely freeing about it-- a sense of purpose and belonging he?d never experienced, and found himself struggling to understand and accept.

After the cage locked into place, the raccoon got a notification in his inbox; "Unlock - April 27th. 16 days, 10 hours, 23 minutes.'' The specificity was unsettling, yet also oddly reassuring: there was an end in sight, however temporary. But sixteen days without relief? It was such a long time, and Scry caught himself whimpering involuntarily, thinking about it.

He looked up at Laguna, a mix of emotions roiling - fear, resignation, and a reluctant curiosity about what the next sixteen days would bring. ``Is there...anything else you need from me, Sir?'' His voice was soft, uncertain, yet tinged with a hint of acceptance. He knew there was no turning back, but maybe he could learn to find peace within this new reality.

The badger smiled, his grin lecherous. "You?ve done fantastic, boy. For now, no - I have other meetings I need to attend to, now that I have my latest pet. I?m afraid I scheduled our interview during my lunch period, so I won?t be able to attend to that. Ah, I know what you can do. Go with Callahan to the coffee shop on the first floor, and order the Crale special. They?ll scan your tag for payment. I?ll let Callahan introduce you to the nanite HUD."

(He paused for a moment, still wondering whether he would put this one in diapers as well. The thought was appealing - but it wasn?t a decision he needed to make just this minute.) Settled on giving himself time to think about it, he returned to his desk, and pulled up the processing review report from Japan. He was clearly looking at something, the way he was swiping at the air, but Scry could see none of it.

Scry's stomach twisted with the mixed emotions that Laguna's grin triggered. The praise made him feel good, but also ashamed for being so susceptible to it. Was he really that easy to win, that much of a pushover? As Laguna turned away, Scry took a moment to steel himself before leaving the office.

Outside, the otter was waiting, and handed the raccoon the pictures of his family from the raccoon?s wallet. "Everything else is gone, though we did upload all the contents of your phone to our cloud server. The pink collar really fits you, Scamp."

At the otter?s words, Scry felt yet another jolt of surprise. The pink collar around his neck was a reminder of how little control he had over even the smallest details now-- and ``Scamp?'' That must be the name on the collar's tag. The new name felt playfully demeaning, like it was meant to emphasize his new, lesser status -  just another reminder that he was no longer his own person: he was someone's pet, a plaything molded to fit the whims of his new Master, and he couldn't help but wonder just how much of himself would be left by the end of this transformation. Still, the sight of his family's pictures offered a small, tangible connection to who he used to be, and for that he was grateful.

As Callahan led him out of the office, the weight of his situation truly hit him. He was still naked, except for the chastity cage and collar around his neck, and now he had to walk through the building like this! The thought of being seen by others in such an exposed state filled him with new anxiety, and he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to shield his exposed body, but it was a futile effort.

Seeing his obvious discomfort, the otter put a reassuring paw on his shoulder. ``"Laguna doesn?t like it when we try to hide our cages, Scamp." The otter searched for words to reassure the new pet - which, despite being the head of Laguna?s pets, was not a skill he had been trained on. "Just, uh, remember that it?s legal for you to be naked now? Since we?re pets and all. ...Yeah, that wouldn?t reassure me either. You?ll get used to it though, I promise."

The words held little relief, but Scamp forced a smile "So, Callahan, what?s this ?Crale special? I'm supposed to order? And... how does this nanite HUD work, exactly?''

Callahan stopped in front of the elevator, waiting for its ascent. "The Crale Special? It?s just shorthand for his hot chocolate. Before the nanites, he was allergic to caffeine - so he still generally avoids it, even though they process the caffeine now before it affects him. Let?s see;" The elevator let out a ding, showing the cabin was approaching. "Dark hot chocolate, no whip, no drizzle, whole milk, no froth, dusting of cinnamon, add a stick of pure chocolate. Rather than order that every time, though, he just told them to make it an item on their register so he could order the Crale Special when he wanted one. And you know, being an executive for EverTech, he always gets his way." Callahan chuckled.

The description of the Crale Special was oddly mundane compared to everything else Scamp had experienced today. He had imagined the drink might be infused with something sinister -  maybe more nanites designed to alter his mind to be more docile and compliant. But, he realized, what would be the point? His body was already marked and confined, his movements already constrained, if needed, by the nanites already in his system. He was naked, save for the collar and cage that signified his new reality. The idea that he could somehow preserve a piece of himself by resisting the drink seemed almost laughable. Maybe it was easier to let go of the fear, now that everything else had been stripped away. What more could he lose? The constant anxiety of clinging to a shred of autonomy was exhausting, and there was a sort of freedom in acknowledging that there was nothing left to protect.

And he had to admit, the Crale Special sounded delicious.

The cabin finally arrived, and the otter stepped into the empty elevator, waiting for Scry to join him before pressing the button for the ground floor. As they stepped into the elevator, Scamp couldn't help admiring how effortlessly Callahan carried himself, unbothered by their shared lack of clothing. He envied that confidence, and a small part of him began to hope he might someday be that comfortable in his new role.

"Now let?s see, the HUD. You noticed how there?s, like, a computer desktop over your vision? The nanites are putting that there - they can change all of your senses; taste, sounds, smells, feelings, and sight. But we can interact with it, too - ask DelphAI to pull up a map of the building. You don?t have to say it out loud, just think it. Nanites can read our thoughts - but it?s important to note that they can?t cross the blood-brain barrier, so they can?t CHANGE our thoughts. Only read them, something about how a thought lets out a microscopic radio signal with the transfer of electricity."

Callahan paused his tutorial here, though, as a rabbit in a full suit entered the elevator when they reached the 18th floor. Scamp tensed up, instinctively trying to make himself smaller.But when the rabbit gave them only a cursory glance before ignoring them entirely. After all, he worked for EverTech; he knew what business they conducted.

Despite his embarrassment at being seen in such a compromised state, Scamp's curiosity was piqued by Callahan?s description of the nanite HUD. He had been fascinated by transfurrism in what he was now starting to think of as his old life, and the idea that the nanites could create a virtual interface within his mind without altering his thoughts was fascinating. The level of control Laguna and EverTech had over him felt overwhelming, but it was not lost on him that, at least according to Callahan, the nanites couldn?t change his thoughts (so that meant, his earlier thoughts that he?d attributed to the nanites...?)--  and-- and there was something thrilling about the advanced level of technology involved-- technology he now got to explore and experience first hand!

He decided to test the HUD: DelphAI, show me a map of the building, he thought, feeling a bit silly but also curious about how it would work.

Almost immediately, a translucent map overlaid his vision, detailing the various floors and rooms of the EverTech building, though many were marked ``RESTRICTED ACCESS''. The layout was clear, with the coffee shop on the first floor highlighted. Scamp studied it, noting the quickest route to their destination.

``It's showing me the map,'' he said quietly, more to himself than to Callahan, but the otter nodded.

``Yep, that's DelphAI for you. You can zoom in, search for specific rooms, even get live updates if you need to find someone. It's all part of the package. Just be careful not to get too distracted by it - Laguna doesn't like it when we lose focus.''

Scamp nodded, still absorbing the information as the elevator continued its descent. The sheer scope of what the nanites could do was staggering, and there was no denying how useful they could be. Access to this technology might even be worth everything he had lost!

Moments later, the elevator dinged as they reached the ground floor, and Scamp took a deep breath, ready to face whatever came next.

Scamp?s fur bristled as they entered the bustling lobby: a far cry from the controlled environment of the EverTech floors. It was no less busy than when Scamp had come in for the interview, now just an hour ago. Except, then, he had been clothed, and the building felt normal. Now, he was naked, and catching the attention of many Bellevue employees who did not work for the company who owned the building. Although he was trying to adjust to it, he still couldn't shake the feeling of being on display, and every glance from those who had little or no understanding of what he was sent a fresh wave of anxiety through him.

Callahan nudged him, and he followed the otter through the bustling lobby, eyes flicking around at the people coming and going. The attention he received was different now: less of the casual glances he had received in the elevator, more curious, sometimes even predatory stares. It was unnerving, but the longer he remained exposed, the more he acclimated. His body reacted instinctively to the attention, but the tightness of the chastity cage quickly turned that incipient arousal into uncomfortable frustration. Best to take his mind off it. He focused instead on Callahan?s assertive, relaxed demeanor, tried to mimic his companion?s apparent insouciance. If the otter could be so at ease, maybe he could, too! He surveyed the promenade:

There were a couple shops here, almost acting like an indoor mall if it were larger, or had anything that wasn?t take-out. A sandwich joint, much fancier than either Subway or Jimmy John?s, sat in one corner, while some kind of pasta shop was next to it. A UPS store found itself between the coffee shop they were headed for, and a boba tea shop closer to the street. The building itself was unmarked, appearing to be a simple office tower for any number of businesses. Even the sign next to the elevator indicated a few dozen offices and their various floor destinations. A farce, it turned out; almost every single floor of the building belonging to EverTech, whose name appeared on not a single line of the elevator directory.

As they approached the coffee shop, Coffee River, the rich aroma of roasted beans and sweet syrups filled Scamp's nose, and he took a deep breath, letting the intoxicating smell ground him. It had clearly styled itself after Starbucks, and the staff behind the counter seemed perfectly amiable. He noticed the collars on the baristas' necks and realized: these weren't just employees; they were...what was the word?-- ``varlets'', too. Did they feel as trapped as he did? Had they, like Callahan, found a way to live with it, accept it? The thought of being among others who shared his fate at least made him feel more connected: everyone here had been stripped of something, just like him.

Callahan began the order, talking with the jackal behind the counter. "I?ll take a chai mocha today, and Mr. Crale wants his Crale Special. Scamp, what would you like?"

Scamp realized he?d made a sillly error: He had thought Laguna had instructed him to order a ``Crale Special'' and consume it himself-- but now it seemed, based on Callahan?s order, that the drink had been intended for Laguna all along? Had he just been sent to retrieve the drink for his new master? And all that energy he?d wasted worrying about ``Crale Special'' being code for something sinister. He felt like such a fool!

Callahan was still looking at him expectantly. Scamp hesitated for a moment longer, glancing at the menu before speaking, his voice barely suppressing embarrassment he hoped the otter couldn?t detect. "I guess I'll just have a... a ?Crale Special? too.'' he said timidly (after all, it really did sound delicious!) ``If that?s alright?" he added, glancing at Callahan for confirmation.

The otter shrugged. "With our Master, you?ll find that his restrictions are known. You?ll never have to ask if something is alright; you?ll either know its not, or not be able to do it. Like baby rails, but for actions, instead of where you can be."

Scry listened closely as Callahan explained Laguna's way of doing things. The idea of ``baby rails'' for actions intrigued him. It was reassuring, in a way, knowing he wouldn't have to constantly second-guess his actions, but was also a reminder of how little independence he had left. He considered testing this, but the disturbing memory of his limbs freezing up when he had tried to reclaim his pants was a powerful deterrent.

The butler thought for a bit while the drinks were prepared. "He?s very fair, even though none of this is. That sounds like a contradiction, but... Well, it?s like this - he loves us. That?s why he calls us pets. We make him happy, through his dick, but also his heart.

Callahan's ascribing a sense of ``love'' to Laguna's attitude toward his ``pets'' caught Scamp off guard. He had been so focused on his loss of freedom, that he hadn't really considered the emotional side of it all. Could love really coexist with this level of control? He?d always believed love was something that could only exist between equals-- what did love even mean in this context? Focusing on this, paradox, Scamp tried to tune out the more disturbing parts of what the otter had said-- about the kind of services he would be expected to perform-- but found to his dismay that the implication had spurred the frustration from his cage to roil back up to the surface again. The constant pressure and denial were maddening, but he knew he would have to accept that this body was no longer his to control. To his surprise and confusion, this thought just made his subjugated cock strain against its new home even more.

"Touching your cage only brings more attention to it." Callahan chided, mirth and playfulness in his voice. "And it doesn?t change how tight it is, anyway. But I know Joven took a year to get used to his, so not much to be done about it except give you the heads up."

Scamp's ears flicked back in mild embarrassment as he quickly withdrew his hand from the cage, Callahan?s playful reprimand reminding him just how conspicuous his discomfort was. The otter?s lighthearted tone eased the sting of embarrassment, but the persistent tightness remained. He knew Callahan was right - touching the cage only made it worse. He tried to force himself to ignore the sensation, though the thought of taking a year to adjust like this ``Joven'' had was daunting: this discomfort wasn't something that would go away overnight.

"Oh! How do you feel about D&D?'' continued the otter ``It wasn?t my thing before I was collared, but I wasn?t given a choice. I don?t imagine you will be, either. I?ve gotten through enough of it, though, to be able to help you build a character if you want. ``

Scamp raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift. ``D&D?'' he echoed, trying to picture himself rolling dice and crafting a character. "I?ve always wanted to try it but never had the chance." The prospect brought a spark of excitement amid the more overtly distressing elements of his new life. Crafting a character, diving into fantastical adventures - it sounded like a much-needed escape, a way to explore different facets of himself within a safe, imaginative space. He offered Callahan a tentative smile. "I?d appreciate any help you can offer. It could be fun!" Scamp paused a moment, and asked, ``can you tell me a little more about the other ``pets'' in the household?''

Callahan answered ``You already know me: I?m basically the head butler, and take care of the organization of the house for Laguna. Let?s see, Aurich does all the cooking - breakfast and dinner; and Joven tends to the grounds. You?ll be tending to the indoors - laundry, dishes, vacuuming.''

At the mention of his new household duties, Scamp's mood tanked again. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming? That was a far cry from the technical position he had applied for. He had envisioned working with cutting-edge technology, being involved in innovative projects. Now he was being relegated to mundane chores?

``Wait - housework?'' Scamp blurted out, unable to hide his disappointment. ``But I applied for a tech job, something where I could use my skills, not... vacuuming floors.''

The words sounded petulant as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't help it. The gap between what he had expected and what was now being expected of him was crushing.

``I mean, I know I'm supposed to be a... a ``pet'' now, but why have someone with my qualifications doing basic housework? Shouldn't I be doing something more relevant to my skills?'' He glanced at Callahan, hoping for some sort of explanation.

But even as he spoke, Scamp realized the futility of his protest. He wasn't in a position to negotiate his duties - Laguna had made that abundantly clear. But the thought of spending his days doing menial chores instead of engaging with the technology that had so recently excited him felt like another part of his old life slipping away forever.

Callahan was careful with his words. "Technically, you applied for ?executive assistant.? Which does cover housework, even if that?s not the presented primary function. I?m sorry, I know that doesn?t help any. I, uh, used to be the vice president for Verizon." The lack of pants made that a very hard sell, if the nanites weren?t a factor. "So it?s not really a matter of skill. Joven?s a CPA. Or, well, was - varlets can?t be licensed as CPAs. Hell, Dakota used to work for MI6. Though he?s a bit more of an exception than the rest of us...''

Scamp's ears flicked forward as he processed what Callahan was telling him. "Executive assistant," he echoed quietly, feeling the sting of the misled expectations even more keenly now. The revelation about Callahan's former life as a vice president, and the others' prestigious careers, gave him a rueful sense of irony, allowed him to feel a little less ashamed of having been captured like this. If these accomplished people had been reduced to lives of captivity and servitude, it could happen to anyone!

"Anyway:'' Callahan continued ``We do the housework, so that the house is nice for everyone. Laguna needs to do none of it, we?re kept busy during the day, and the workload never builds up because we?re handling it daily. Really, you?ll only need to work like two hours a day. Joven does a bit more because he loves his gardens, and Aurich is about two hours per meal. Some days are worse, of course." He groaned.

"Like when a new Magic the Gathering set comes out. You?ll get to sort through a case and so much more, to make sure he has ten copies of every goddamn card available in whatever art he summons." A task he was well ready to be relieved of.

As Callahan explained the housework routine, Scamp tried to latch on to the idea of it being only a few hours a day. That seemed manageable, and maybe it would leave him time to explore some of this new tech he?d been ``gifted'' with that still fascinated him. He nodded along, though his thoughts were a tumult of conflicting emotions.

At this point, the drinks were ready. Callahan took his own and had Scamp take the other two. "And now we return. But yes; I am the chief pet. After all, we?re a family, but not in that corporate speak way I used to tell new hires. Ever heard of a polycule?" In case not, DelphAI sprung up a definition in the corner of Scry?s vision. "Just, we?re one that Laguna has forced into shape, I guess. And the housework?s not that hard, honestly - I was taking care of it all on top of my other duties before Laguna decided he wanted another mouth to fuck."

As he was still struggling to come to terms with the demeaning new role he was being forced into, the casual mention of Laguna?s more sexual expectations caused Scamp?s stomach to flutter nervously. He should be appalled at the prospect of being used in that way, on top of everything else, but the shameful tightening in his cage betrayed a different feeling he wasn?t willing to acknowledge, even to himself. He wasn?t ready to confront that aspect of his situation (or himself) just yet, but he took solace in the fact that Callahan seemed approachable and supportive. "I guess we?ll be working closely together then," Scamp remarked softly, doing his best to project a confidence that he didn?t truly feel. "It?s... it?s not what I expected, but I?ll do my best to learn my part."

The pair started back towards the elevator. The idea of being part of a "family" in this context still felt foreign, and Callahan's mention of a polycule added another layer of complexity to it all. The word conjured images of closeness, intimacy, and mutual care, but the reality here was warped by the power dynamics and control that Laguna exerted over them. A ``family'' of playthings with no will or freedom of their own.

(...and at that thought, again: the unwelcome tightness in his cage, and with it the unsettling realization that some part of him he didn?t understand somehow... craved... the very surrender he was so repulsed by. )

As they approached the elevator, Scamp felt a knot in his stomach. He was about to face Laguna again, this time with a better understanding of what his new life would hold, and he didn?t know if he?d be able to keep a level head in the presence of the badger who had so deeply violated him-- but he feared what punishment might be visited on him if he were to act out and express that anger.

But even while feeling the rising heat of that anger... again, the pressure in his cage forced him to confront his deeper feelings, and every moment they drew closer to Laguna's office made it harder to ignore the truth: that some part of him was reacting to this not with fear or anger, but with a reluctant and shameful sense of longing. The cage was more than just a symbol of control - it was awakening something in him, something that found a perverse allure in the idea of surrendering what little was left of himself to Laguna's will, and the constant tightness in it seemed to amplify his conflicting emotions, making it harder to distinguish between what he wanted and what he was being made to want.

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside, the ride up feeling both too quick and agonizingly slow. Scamp adjusted his grip on the drinks, the warmth seeping into his hands, grounding him in the moment as the doors opened to the floor where Laguna's office awaited. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, following Callahan as they approached the door to the office. When they reached Laguna's office, Scamp hesitated for a moment, the weight of his conflicting emotions almost overwhelming.

With a deep breath that did nothing to steady his nerves, he nodded to the otter, signaling that he was as ready as he would ever be. Callahan hesitated for a brief moment after he opened the door... then stepped aside for Scry to deliver the hot chocolate.

The cause of the otter?s hesitation was immediately obvious. Laguna was leaning against the front ledge of his desk. He had discarded his pants at some point after the meeting, and as a result, was treating the raccoon to his first look at the badger?s 7 inch purple erection, with the knot sitting at its base. Conical, the knot clearly wasn?t useful in keeping the dick lodged - but it did give an increased girth at the bottom that would make taking it a challenge.

The badger's nakedness, his impressive erection on full display, was a visceral reminder of the power imbalance between him and Scry - a power that he expected was about to be exerted on him in the most intimate of ways. The sight filled him with a confusing mix of emotions: fear, dread, and still that reluctant, growing arousal that he was too ashamed to fully acknowledge.

Even as his mind screamed at him to turn and run, his legs betrayed him, moving him forward in obedient steps towards Laguna. The conversation with Callahan echoed in Scry?s mind: his body was no longer his own, and the nanites in his system were reinforcing that truth with every forced movement. Coming closer revealed a new article on the desk, a pink rectangle of cushioned plastic. Once Laguna?s new pet was in reach, the badger took both hot chocolates and carefully set them aside, before beginning to massage his pet?s balls; once again aided by the nanites to increase the pleasure derived tenfold.

The helpless raccoon?s breath hitched, the sensation amplified by the nanites overwhelming his senses. He wanted to recoil and pull away from the badger's touch, but his body refused to obey. The pleasure coursing through him from the badger's skilled hands was overwhelming, nearly impossible to resist. It would be so easy to surrender to this, to let go and accepting what was being done to him. His body betrayed his thoughts, leaning into the touch, a helpless whimper escaping his lips.

"I have made a decision, Scamp - two, rather. I have settled on renaming you." The name choice being familiar - the word used for young raccoons, after all. "And, I have decided that I quite like the idea of putting you back in diapers. Forever. To that effect, once I put this first diaper on you, you won?t have continence henceforth."

At the mention of diapers, Scry immediately stiffened, all thoughts of surrender instantly dispelled.

Laguna noted the tension, inwardly amused, and continued to massage his raccoon?s balls. "Now, yell at me. Joven was never shy about it, you don?t need to be either." Despite the ministrations of his hands, he was looking up at Scamp?s face.

Diapers. The word alone was enough to send a shock of humiliation and dread through the raccoon. The idea of being kept in diapers - of forced incontinence - cut through the haze like a blade. It wasn't just humiliating; it was dehumanizing! The idea of losing control of his own body to that extent, of being forced into a permanent state of infantile helplessness, reignited the remnants of his will to resist. It was one thing to submit to Laguna's sexual control, but this... this was something else entirely. It felt like an assault on his very last shred of dignity, a step too far that he couldn?t-- wouldn?t-- endure.

A surge of revulsion and anger welled up within him, the intense, mind-breaking pleasure suddenly eclipsed by a powerful wave of outrage. Scamp's body stiffened, his muscles tensing as if trying to fight against the invisible force that held him in place. The badger's calm, almost smug expression was the last straw, igniting a fury he had been too afraid to express until now.

``No!'' The word burst from Scamp's lips with a force that surprised even him. ``No, I won't do this! I'm not a... a fucking baby!'' His voice shook, not with fear, but with the raw anger that had been simmering beneath the surface ever since this ordeal began. The thought of losing control over even his most basic, private faculties was too much to bear.

He struggled against the nanites' control, trying to pull away from Laguna's grip, his whole body trembling with the effort. Laguna's grip on his balls tightened slightly, sending another wave of intense pleasure through him, but, though the embattled raccoon couldn?t help trembling involuntarily, he pushed through it. ``You can't make me want this!'' he shouted, the defiance in his voice clear. ``I won't let you!''

Scamp's eyes blazed, his will to resist surging back to life-- the idea of surrendering to this ultimate humiliation was abhorrent, and he wasn't going to let it happen without a fight. ``You think you can just take everything from me? Make me your... your ?pet??'' he spat the word, his voice dripping with contempt. ``What gives you the right? What gives you the right to do this to people?! What did I ever do to deserve this? I'm not some toy for you to break, Laguna. I won't let you do it. I.... I can't.''

But even as the words left his mouth, Scamp felt the sting of reality creeping back in, seeping through the cracks of his defiance. Laguna's unshaken demeanor, the unrelenting grip of the nanites, and the undeniable pleasure the badger was still forcing him to feel: at all added up to the inescapable truth that he was utterly and completely powerless. He wanted to fight, to keep screaming, tear himself away from the fate that was being forced upon him, but the overwhelming sense of helplessness was too much.

His legs buckled, the fire of his anger quickly giving way to crushing despair. ``Please... don't do this...'' Scamp's voice broke, his defiance crumbling as he fell to his knees. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision, and as he looked up at Laguna, the last of his pride shattered.

``Please, Laguna... don't put me in diapers...'' His voice was barely a whisper, thick with shame and desperation. ``I can't... I can't bear it... Please...'' The words tumbled out of him uncontrolled ``I'll do anything else... I?ll be your pet, I'll be good, I'll... I'll do whatever you want, just... please, not that...''

Scamp's body shook with his sobs, the last of his resistance gone, replaced by a desperate plea for mercy. He was broken, and he knew it. All he could do was beg, hoping against hope that Laguna might spare him from this final humiliation. But deep down, even as the tears fell, he knew that his fate was no longer in his hands.

As the raccoon fell, Laguna let his pet?s balls slip from his fingers - though he set the nanites to do what he could not, continuing the pleasurable ministrations. He otherwise gave Scamp a moment to weep, to reflect, to cool. The raccoon trembled on the floor, his mind a tangled mess of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

And then, he began scritching behind one of the raccoon?s ears - at which point the pleasure in his balls was withdrawn. "You will be a good pet for me, Scamp. We both know that already.''

Laguna's words echoed in his ears: a truth that deep down he recognized, but wanted desperately to deny. The scritch behind his ear, a simple, tender touch, only served to confuse him further, despite how inescapably good the sincere affection felt.

"But you do ask a valid question. What gives me the right to do this? Nothing. But, slavery was never about rights, or what was. It has always been about power. What gives me the power to do this? My position here at EverTech. But then, that?s the thing - I have this power... and I don?t want a toy for me to break.

"I want a pet to love. I want someone, not something, that I can toy with, and then spoil. I don?t need someone who will obey - I have that power. But I need someone who will yell at me. Who will cry. Who will enjoy the moments I share with them. You see, EverTech specializes in varlets. But the problem is, it also specializes in processing - in removing their minds from the equation. I have about ten thousand varlets in inventory right now.

"But not a single one of them whose love I can earn. DelphAI will give me all their love, absolutely. But DelphAi can never make their love theirs to give. This is what makes you special, Scamp. You are, entirely, still you. The nanites give me power over you, but I will never make you stop being you. And that is whose love I want to earn.

The badger's explanation, his talk of power and love, left Scamp reeling. It was a strange kind of logic - one that couldn?t justify what he'd been put through, what he was still being put through-- but made a sort of sense in the world Laguna had created for himself. Scamp's mind tried to reject it and hold on to the idea that this was all wrong: he was still his own person, with a will that couldn't be crushed. But the reality of his situation, the absolute control Laguna had over him, and the deep, shameful arousal that Laguna?s control had started to awaken in him, made it hard to cling to that defiance.

The badger continued: "But it would be far too easy to simply court your favor. We return to - I am an executive at EverTech. If you would like the Himalayas renamed to the Morrisons, I can have that done by this afternoon. But then, I don?t get what I want. And there is a priority to things.

"For example; I want to put my raccoon back in diapers. Not as a baby, but as my pet. And he is a good pet, who will let me. But he is also an independent raccoon, who does not trust me, who does not love me, and for that I can only provide time.''

Scamp wanted to scream at Laguna again, to demand his freedom, reject this fate that was being forced upon him. But every time he tried to muster the strength, the memory of that overwhelming pleasure, the helplessness, the warped sense of security that came from being controlled, flooded his mind. And then there was the way Laguna talked about him - like he was special, like he was something more than just another varlet in a warehouse. It was all wrong, all of it an obvious manipulation, but it was undeniably seductive. The idea that Laguna wanted to earn his love, that he valued him for who he was, not just what he could be made into... it was almost enough to make Scamp want to believe him.

"Now, let?s get this diaper on, Scamp, and then we can get you home so you can rest in your own bedroom." It wasn?t a question, it wasn?t an offer, it was an order. But it was an order that the nanites did not force upon Scamp. It was an order, from a master to his pet, with no strings being pulled.

Scamp took a shaky breath, his voice trembling as he finally spoke, his words heavy with despair. ``I... give up, you win,'' Scamp whispered. ``I'll... I?ll let you diaper me. I'll... be your pet, just like you want.''

Slowly, reluctantly, Scamp shifted his body, his movements mechanical and resigned as he allowed Laguna to position him to be diapered. The badger reached down, his strong hands gently yet firmly guiding Scamp's trembling body into position. The raccoon's breath quivered as he felt the soft, crinkling material of the diaper being stretched out beneath him, the sound alone sending a fresh wave of shame through his entire being. His tail twitched involuntarily, trying to escape the contact, but there was nowhere to go. He was completely at Laguna's mercy, and they both knew it.

The badger took his time, not rushing, not forcing the process, as if he wanted Scamp to feel every moment of this, to understand the depth of his submission. With each small adjustment, Laguna's hands brushed against Scamp's fur, the touch both soothing and intrusive in its familiarity, the effects of the nanites ensuring that the sensations, no matter how simple, were amplified to an unbearable degree.

As Laguna pulled the diaper up between Scamp's legs, the raccoon let out an involuntary yelp. The padding was thick, impossibly soft, and it pressed against him in a way that felt both foreign and alarmingly stimulating.

Laguna's hands moved with careful precision, securing the diaper in place with gentle firmness. Scamp could feel each tape being fastened, locking him into this humiliating new reality. The process seemed to take an eternity, each moment dragging on, drawing out the raccoon's torment. But despite the shame, despite the revulsion, the sensation of being diapered, of being rendered so completely helpless, sent a thrill through him that he still refused to let himself acknowledge, let alone accept.

When the diaper was finally secure, Laguna took a step back, allowing Scamp a moment to absorb what had just happened. The raccoon's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back sobs. The diaper felt impossibly thick between his legs, its presence a constant, reminder of his new, debased status. Scamp's tail twitched again, brushing against the back of the diaper: another crashing wave of shame.

The final blow came without warning. Scamp's body, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions, the humiliation, and the influence of the nanites, gave in to the inevitable: his bladder released, the warm flood spreading through the diaper, soaking into the soft padding, causing it to swell and press into his already aching, throbbing cage. Scamp's eyes flew open, a choked sob escaping his throat as he felt the warm wetness spread, felt the final, irreversible loss of control.

Tears streamed down his face, the reality of his situation hitting him with full force. He was diapered. Worse-- he knew he would always be diapered. He... he needed them now. All he could do was sob, his body shaking with the force of his emotions as he lay broken and humiliated at the feet of the one who had claimed him so completely.

Laguna watched his new scamp for a moment, past the purple erection still throbbing between his legs. The raccoon would not be moving, not soon, and especially not of his own accord. So, the badger summoned DelphAI, and had her guide him. The badger knelt down, and carefully, with a fair bit of struggle, lifted the raccoon. The nanites increased his strength, though not to any superhuman levels - simply knowing how to leverage the strength he already had. And, 15 years of having them meant that they had been able to manipulate his muscle mass to be rather good for someone who didn?t exercise as much as he should. These gifts were assisted by DelphAI, who could analyze where to pick something, or someone, up - foot position, hand position, even accounting for Laguna?s erection.

Altogether, it made the badger lifting the curled up pet possible, and he moved Scamp over to the chair that had once been where the raccoon had interviewed for the job.

Scamp barely registered the sound of Laguna's footsteps approaching, his mind still reeling from everything he had been through. His body felt like a foreign object, weighed down by the thick, soggy diaper clinging to his fur and the lingering aftershocks of the pleasure that had been turned against him. The realization that this was only the beginning - one of countless diaperings, one of countless humiliations stretching out into the indefinite future - weighed heavily on him.

He sat vacantly in the chair the badger had gently placed him in, weak with the remnants of shame and despair. The fight had been drained from him, leaving behind only the inescapable truth: this was his life now.

Better get used to it.

Unlike his pets, the badger wasn?t in the habit of letting an erection go unattended. And his newest pet was certainly not the one to tend to it, so he returned to his earlier position leaning his bare ass on the edge of his desk, and sent a text to Callahan. The otter sighed, but came over to the badger.

(Callahan was a dom, unique among Laguna?s pets for this fact; and even where penetrating him was involved, he preferred to be taken under his tail. However, there was a collar around his neck. And so, his mouth opened to slide over his master?s erection, allowing DelphAi to pilot the blowjob. Despite his reluctance, however, the otter was soon rubbing needily at the cage between his legs - he had already been locked up for 26 days, as it stood. And Laguna never let that need go down.)

The office filled with the noise of the blowjob, and Scamp had a front-row seat. His eyes flicked up to watch as Callahan approached Laguna, the otter's movements resigned and practiced. It wasn't lost on Scamp that even someone like Callahan - who clearly had his own preferences, his own desires - was still under Laguna's control, still forced to perform acts that, to put it mildly, might not have been his first choice. And yet, there was a resigned sort of routine in the way Callahan carried out his task, a sense that this was just another day in his life, another way of surviving.

He?d looked to model his behavior after the otter before-- maybe there was more to be learned from him here: a way to make peace with what he?d become. He thought back to the disturbing but undeniable thrill he?d felt when contemplating his new master?s control over him. At the time, he had run, hidden from that feeling. He?d rejected it. But maybe the only way to survive in this new life would be to let those feelings in, lean in to and rebuild himself around them. If all he was going to be for the rest of his life was a pet, then he would latch on to and savor whatever joy could be found in the role.

He could start with these... these degrading diapers he was stuck in.

As he watched the otter continue to service his master -  their master, he reminded himself -  he let his fingers drift to the plastic outer layer of the diaper, brushing against it lightly at first. The material was smooth and cool to the touch, and as his fingers explored the surface, a shiver ran through him. It was the sound that ensnared him first - the soft, crinkling noise that seemed to resonate with each movement. It was embarrassing, a constant reminder of his debasement, but also the noise was oddly soothing, a consistent, rhythmic sound that grounded him in the present.

He experimentally pressed a little harder, feeling the diaper shift beneath his touch. The padding squished slightly, and he couldn't suppress the small gasp that escaped his lips. The sensation was... unexpectedly pleasant. The soft, spongy squishiness was both comforting and somehow stimulating in a way that unsettled him. He knew he shouldn't find any of this appealing, but as his fingers continued to explore, a part of him that was eager to learn how to enjoy these strange sensations.

His mind warred with itself, one part-- loud, but fading-- screaming that this was wrong, that he should be fighting this with every fiber of his being, while another, quieter part whispered that this was what he needed to make peace with what he?d become. Instead of fighting it, he needed to go deeper into it. Go deeper.

Then: another small spasm from his bladder, an involuntary release and another another wave of warmth through the diaper. The sensation overwhelmed him, the wetness seeping into the padding, causing it to swell further. The warmth spread outwards, pressing back against his skin, creating a feeling of fullness that made him squirm with a confusing mix of shame and reluctant excitement.

The scent of fresh urine now lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of his new incontinence. Instead of recoiling, he forced himself to breathe deeply, to face it head-on. The humiliation was undeniable, but so was the undeniable truth that had been gnawing at him since this all began: there was a part of him, buried deeply, that found something tantalizing about giving up control, something that called to him in a way he had never allowed himself to explore.

Scamp's fingers moved down to the leg bands, tracing the edges of the diaper where it met his fur, checking for leaks, finding none. The snug fit made him feel secure, wrapped up and contained, and that security, that too was something he hadn't realized he'd been yearning for. He pressed his legs together experimentally, feeling the wet padding squish between them. The sensation was strange, foreign, but also.. the warmth spreading through the diaper, the way it pressed against his tight and throbbing cage, sent a mix of signals through his body. It was comforting, exciting, and, still, mortifying all at once, a blend of emotions that left him quivering.

He found his hand tracing over the plastic again, and was surprised by a contented sigh escaping his lips. He could get used to this, he realized. In spite of everything that had been stripped from him, he would survive: he could get used to this.

A groan marked Laguna?s finish, Callahan groaning as he struggled to drink the full shots that his master gave him. Over 15 years, Callahan had gotten used to the taste, though it still wasn?t a preference of his. However, the texture always caught him off guard, and keeping up with how much Laguna gave him would have been easier with any practice at all. Laguna typically used his other pets for getting off, due to Callahan?s own preferences.

Another pet wasn?t available at this point, though.

After a minute for Callahan to catch his breath, and make sure that Laguna?s cock was clean, he pulled off and stood up. Scamp remained silent, staring at the floor in a daze. The badger walked over to him and put a hand on the raccoon?s head-- the gesture possessive, but gentle. "Are we doing any better now? Let?s get you a shirt, and then we?ll head home like I promised. Now where did I drop my pants..."

The badger's words barely registered at first, Scamp?s broken mind still struggling to process the last few minutes, but slowly, they began to sink in. A shirt? Home? The words felt foreign, almost unreal, but they were a reminder that life was still moving forward, whether he was ready for it or not.

Scamp took a breath and nodded, his voice still a little shaky, but steadying. ``Okay. Yeah. Let?s... let's get going.''

Callahan handed the badger the pants, discarded behind his desk. While Laguna slid himself back into the jockstrap and cashmere slacks, the otter helped Scamp stand up. He shifted uncomfortably as the otter helped him to his feet, the thick padding of his diaper squishing slightly between his thighs. The added bulk between his legs was still intrusive, but he would no longer deny that something in the sensation spoke to him, on a deep level. The slight pressure against his cage as he stood only added to the complex feeling he was still struggling to understand.

Laguna led the way to the elevator. Following his new master, Scamp became aware of the subtle but constant sound his diaper made, crinkling with every step. The new soundtrack of my life, he thought wryly. Still, there was an undeniable security in the snug fit, the way it hugged him, protected him-- despite the shame of it, he found himself learning to relax into the comfort and safety the diaper provided. It was easier this way-- and easier to do than he expected. Maybe, he thought... maybe Laguna knew this about me all along? Is that why he picked me for this?

Inside the elevator, rather than selecting the ground floor, Laguna scrolled through an unseen screen for a moment. ``Ah, perfect'', he said to himself, before selecting floor 13. It did not stop at any other floors, despite descending ten of them. Through the glass, Scamp could see that there WERE others waiting for an elevator - DelphAi gave the executive priority, of course.

As they descended, without warning, Scamp felt another warm trickle seeping into the diaper, adding to the already soaked padding. He bit his lip, a quiet whimper escaping as he felt the wetness spread. The diaper swelled slightly, pressing even more against his cage, sending a new jolt of sensation through him. This aspect of the changes forced on him he still struggled to accept. The loss of control was mortifying, even if the physical sensations it caused were maddeningly arousing.

Arriving at the intended floor, the raccoon found himself in accounting - the whole floor, it seemed. Scamp's gaze flicked nervously, embarrassed as he became acutely aware of his exposed diaper. This was worse even than being seen naked, before-- at least then, he wasn?t the only one!

Once again, they followed the pink badger through the floor; full of cubicles, but the cubicles were large enough that each employee had ample room for personalization. Small rooms, if the wall ended at just under standing height. The stillness in the air indicated a lively discussion that had been hushed by the presence of the executive.

They stopped at a raccoon?s desk. "Y-yes, sir?" He inquired. Khakis and a simple button-down tee covered him, but he appeared to be close in dimension to Scamp?s own build.

"My new pet needs a shirt for getting home. Yours will do."

Blinking for a moment, the employee had to process what he heard. Then, ears flat, he stood up and began unbuttoning the shirt. After a minute of fumbling, he was able to hand the shirt over to Laguna?s pet.

Watching the employee fumble with his buttons, Scamp?s own ears flattened in sympathy - but there was a thrill in knowing that he was the cause of it, that his new position came with a certain power, even if only borrowed from Laguna's. His needs were under Laguna?s care, and Laguna would see them fulfilled (if it suited him)

As Scamp slipped into the borrowed shirt (softer than he expected), the fabric brushing against the edge of his diaper, he felt a strange satisfaction. The shirt wasn't his, the diaper wasn't his choice, and yet, the way they felt against his fur, the way the cage pressed against him with each movement, it all started to feel like part of a new kind of normal: powerless, but protected. Helpless, yes... but safe.

Laguna gave a satisfactory nod. "James, enjoy a week of vacation on me. Starting now. I don?t expect to see you back in the office until the 22nd, alright?" He patted the raccoon?s back. "You took care of me, this is my thanks." James was too stunned to do more than utter a thank you.

On their return to the elevator, Laguna sent a group text. Scamp could see that it was a group, recipients including him and Callahan. "I wonder how long it will take for him to figure out I?ve disabled his orgasms for the vacation." Laguna was wearing a wry smile. Was that sexual harassment? ...Who could James go to if it was?

The thought sent a new shiver down Scamp's spine, the reminder of his own caged state unsettling him again. Was this his future too? To have his orgasms turned on and off as his Master pleased? How long would he be forced to go without? The diapers he was beginning to think he could get used to, maybe even learn to enjoy... but the frustration of constant, inescapable, arousal? He wasn?t sure he could handle that!

But something about the situation struck him as odd, he realized. Laguna could control James just like he could control Scamp-- he had made that clear-- but James wasn't a pet, was he? He was working, fully clothed, ostensibly living a normal life. Scamp's brow furrowed as he tried to piece it together, tried to remember what Laguna had said back in their first meeting. It was hard to recall all the details-- he had been through so much since then-- but he seemed to remember Laguna implying that there was no way he could release Scry, because anyone with nanites had no choice but to become a pet or face a mind wipe.

Scamp's voice was tentative, almost shy as he glanced up at Laguna. ``James... he has nanites, doesn't he? But he's not a... varlet. How come...?''

"Hmm? Yes, he does - all employees have nanites. Even I do." Laguna was reading something in his vision. "Ah, you?re wondering about yourself. DelphAI hires all of our open positions, before we even reach out. She figures out who the best for the job are, then works on employment packages. In your case, the open position was my pet. Yes, that means you were scouted ahead of time, and the only person whom I interviewed. The choice is the same for everyone, though - take the position, or enter inventory. Just that, unfortunately for you, the position was being a varlet."

Scamp?s ears twitched at Laguna?s response, as he considered the implications of this new information. So this had all been planned -  he had been planned, scouted, chosen specifically for this. Scamp wasn't here by accident; he was here because DelphAI, in her wisdom, had decided this was where he belonged. As a pet.

Despite the admission, Laguna didn?t sound remorseful. Which made sense: if you were someone who could take someone else from their entire life, remorse wouldn?t get them very far. He did, however, bring a hand over to rub at the back of Scamp?s neck, stroking the way one would pet their dog. Not far from what he was, after all. As the badger?s hand stroked the back of his neck, a gesture that felt both calming and possessive, Scamp couldn't help leaning into the touch, even as a now-fading part of him still faintly screamed to pull away. The touch, gentle yet firm, reminded him that he was cared for, wanted, in a way that he had never been before.

Was this why nothing had worked out for him before, why he had never felt truly at home in his old life? Here, under Laguna's control, it all started to make a strange sort of sense. If DelphAI had picked him for this, then she must have seen something about him, something deep within, that had marked him as perfect for this role. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of shame and strange validation. He had always felt different, like something was missing from his life, and now... now maybe he knew what it was.

As the elevator doors opened to the bustling lobby, Laguna exited and Callahan followed closely. Scamp's gaze flicked around, catching glimpses of people going about their day, oblivious to the life-altering conversation that had just taken place. They were just normal Seattleites, living their normal lives. Lives that, for Scamp, felt lightyears away now.

Laguna led his pets to the parking garage immediately connected, where Scamp had parked his own car as a part of the interview instructions. The lot was private, requiring a pin for access. Though because  DelphAI managed the garage, recognized employees wouldn?t need to enter the pin every time.

As Scamp followed Laguna, his feet moving almost automatically, the reality of his situation was sinking in, heavier with each step-- but alongside that weight was a strange lightness, a sense of relief. If this was what he was meant to be, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to surrender to it fully. There was safety in submission, a comfort in being cared for, and as much as he had resisted the idea, there was a growing part of him that craved it -  that maybe had always craved it.

By the time they reached the car, any remnants of his former life felt distant, irrelevant. As they approached the sleek sedan, a model he didn't recognize, his eye was drawn to the attention to detail. It wasn't a typical sedan, but it wasn't about luxury either. It was about functionality, control, and comfort - a perfect metaphor for his new reality.

Surprisingly, the seats inside weren?t leather! But the cooler in the center of the car nonetheless suggested it was far from a simple one. Laguna directed scamp into one seat, then took another - both in the back, while Callahan took the driver seat. Sliding into the seat designated for him, next to his new master, the seatbelt clicking into place with finality, Scamp felt the last vestiges of his old life clinging to him, fragile and tenuous. He could still hold on to them, still try to resist what he was becoming - but why? What good had his old life done him? What was he really holding on to? As Callahan took the driver's seat Scamp felt a wave of peace wash over him. The warm, comforting bulk of his diaper beneath him, the quiet hum of the car as it started, and Laguna's strong, reassuring presence beside him all worked together to soothe his remaining doubts. He glanced over at the handsome badger, feeling a heady mix of submission and contentment. The diapers, the cage, the collar - it was all part of a life designed for him.

He was Laguna?s pet, and that was exactly what he was meant to be.

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