Written by: Batterymadness
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story was inspired by a past conversation I had with an AB/DL friend. The emphasis of the story is on the relationship between caregiver and care-receiver. Given that this is an AB/DL story, inspired by other works of AB/DL fiction, diapers and other infantile things will be present in the narrative. However, the point of this story is, more or less, to explore and interact with the spirit of ageplay, being little, and caregiving. To all who take the time to read, I thank you in advance.
The wind howled as it ripped through the ruins of the once thriving city of An’yan. In the blink of an eye, a city of over 50,000 had been utterly annihilated. The victims of the tragedy were the peaceful Faunae. Content to live gentle lives in their world of verdant seas of grass, shimmering lakes, and shadowy hills, the Faunae were completely unprepared for the hellish onslaught that befell them after the crowning of the 170th solstice. Moving with cold malevolence, the evil god Seilot sent legions of his armed disciples from the heavens to ravage the Faunae people. Knowing that the Faunae had been always been beloved by hated brother, Enui, Seilot had plotted to exploit Enui’s loving nature by forcing him into a trap when he came to the aid of his children. In one fell swoop he would cripple the might of his brother and then be free to terrorize the rest of the heavens as he pleased, or so Seilot thought. Though he was successful in destroying a great portion of the faunae, Seilot’s forces were routed after weeks of intense combat. The heavens erupted in great tempests of fire as Enui forces struck back against the evil god and his disciples. However, despite Enui’s mighty victory, his heart was heavy after the bloodshed. His forces had suffered grievous losses and his beloved faunae had been utterly ravaged by Seilot. Vowing never to let his brother inflict such a monstrous tragedy ever again, Enui decided to gather up the remaining Faunae and bring them to the world of his faithful disciples the Shorani. They would be the surrogate parents of his battered children.
Chapter One: New Beginnings
In the hollow of a broken, marble wall, a young faun named Ayla shivered hopelessly as freezing winds gnawed at his body. Up until now, he had never known the terror of the cold. As he shivered he tried his best to keep a watchful eye on the corpse that sat opposite of him in his little hideout. Despite being dead, the corpse of the tall, pale warrior still permeated a hate-filled aura, petrifying Ayla with fearful fascination. Hours passed and Ayla’s heart began to truly sink, the sun was setting and Ayla feared he would perish in the night. Resigning himself to his fate, Ayla curled up and watched as the light of the sun slowly extinguish.
As the last ray came and went, Ayla’s sensitive ears shot up like radar dishes. Someone or something was stepping heavily outside his hideout. Using his last flicker of hope to rouse himself, Ayla climbed up to the entrance of hideout and peeked outside. To his horror, he was greeted by bright lights, glowing eyes, and the rasping wheeze of respirators. Moving as fast he could manage, Ayla dived back into his hideout. Before he could make it to the bottom, long arms grabbed him and yanked him out of the hole with ease. At this point, Ayla begin to panic and scream, fighting to escape from his captor’s grasp.
“No, no, NO! lemme go, leave me alone!” “Please, don’t hurt me, please……”
Feeling his strength wane from days without food and sleep, Ayla eventually wore himself out, affording his captors the opportunity to wrap him warmly, and securely, in a heavy blanket. One of the captors spoke to him in a mechanically altered voice.
“Shhhh……just relax little one, I know you’re scared….just relax, we’re here to help…you’re safe now.”
Feeling his eyes droop from exhaustion Ayla relaxed slightly and his bladder released abruptly, soaking the interior of his blanket with warm urine. His captors paid no attention to this; focusing, instead, on making it on time to the landing shuttle in the city plaza. Ayla’s head begin to spin and he mumbled incoherently while being carried to the shuttle.
A kindly medical officer took the bundle from the search group and placed Ayla on an examining table in the center of the ship. Ayla’s bladder gave way again as new terror gripped him. Sensing the distress of his little patient, the medical officer begin pouring amber colored liquid into a drinking bowl before offering it to Ayla. Despite the officer’s gentle mannerisms and quiet voice, Ayla stared at the bowl suspiciously.
“You’re….you’re gonna poison me!” “That’s poison….cough……I know it cough.”
The officer attempted to comfort his patient by taking a swig himself. Making exaggerated sounds of enjoyment while doing so.
“It’s not poison little one, it’s good for you.” “Mmmm….it’s very good…I’ll bet you’re thirsty, don’t you want something to drink?”
At this point Ayla’s thirst overcame his suspicion and he extended a shaky arm and accepted the drink. At first he sipped cautiously. Pleasantly surprised by the drink’s taste, Ayla gulped the beverage down quickly. At first, Ayla felt a wave of warmth spread out from his stomach as the liquid settled. Soon after, Ayla felt inexplicably euphoric and placid, allowing the medical officer the chance to lay him down and begin the examination process. Ayla watched calmly as his vision blurred and all faded into peaceful darkness.
Still feeling heavy and incredibly lethargic, Ayla awoke in a dark blue room lit by soft lights in a metal ceiling. Ayla’s ears twitched involuntarily to a distant, soothing hum as he sat up to inspect his new surroundings. He noticed that he was now clothed in a soft, fleecy robe that extended all the way down to his feet. Someone had even taken the time to fold it inward, keeping his feet covered and warm. His bed was an oval shaped crib that dipped in the middle, giving it the shape of a shallow, padded bowl. Ayla was further surprised when he attempted to squeeze his legs together and discovered a large wad of padding between them. Looking down the collar of his robe, Ayla’s cheeks blushed hotly when he discovered, snugly fastened around his belly, was a cushiony, white diaper with pink trimming. Ayla was further embarrassed when he reached down and discovered he was wet, almost soaked. However, his embarrassment and confusion soon transformed into terror as his ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of footsteps approaching his room.
Chapter Two: Haasha
Terror’s icy grip had seized Ayla’s imagination. He feared that the footsteps outside the door belonged to another intruder waiting to pounce on him. Abandoning reason, Ayla scrambled over the rails of his crib and dived under a table in a pathetic attempt to escape. Still feeling weak and lethargic, the best Ayla could do was curl up under the table and hope for the noise to move on.
To his horror, he heard the door to the room open followed by heavy footsteps and soft breathing. Petrified, the little faun placed his two shaky hands over his mouth so he wouldn’t cry out and give himself away. The footsteps paced around the center of the room, where the crib was. A deep, soothing, and surprisingly feminine voice sounded from the center of the room.
“Ayla….where are you little one?” The footsteps grew louder and closer to the table. “Where did you run off to?” “I won’t hurt you….I promise….just come out Ayla”.
Shaking all over with anxiety, Ayla knew it would only be a matter of time before he was discovered. He wondered what sort of creature awaited him behind the thin drapery that shielded him. He imagined a cruel monster with rows of needle-sharp teeth waiting to devour him. He felt the diaper between his legs grow warm and moist again. However, instead of being embarrassed, in this moment the feeling of warmth between his legs was oddly comforting and reassuring.
After several minutes of pacing the footsteps finally stopped. For a moment, Ayla felt as though whoever was looking for him may have possibly given up their search. Before he could finish his thought, two strong arms grabbed him and hoisted him from his hiding spot. Ayla squealed with surprise as he was picked up, terrified of what awaited him. Before he could struggle, he felt himself enveloped by another pair of arms as he met the intruder face to face. Eight milky, aquamarine eyes blinked at him kindly. The deep soothing voice sounded again and Ayla could feel the creature’s breath on his forehead as he looked up sheepishly.
“Oh, there you are!” The looming figure appeared to smile. “Why were you hiding Ayla?”
Ayla felt two hands begin stroke his ears and neck while the tall creature continued to speak quietly to him. Filled with questions, Ayla wanted nothing more than to know where he was and what had happened to everything he once knew. But he was unable to form the words. Instead, to his surprise, he could not keep himself from sniffling. Soon, he started to sob quietly. Ashamed to crack so easily, Ayla could not help feeling sorrowful; it had been a terribly long time since anyone had held him. Despite his reservations about being in a strange place with strange new beings, he felt oddly comforted by the presence of this figure. As he sobbed quietly his captor continued to rub his ears and cradle him while speaking to him gently.
“I understand you’re confused Ayla, that’s quite alright….My name is Haasha” “I’m here to take care of you.” “I promise I won’t harm you.” With that being said, she reached between Ayla’s legs and found his diaper to be soaked. “Oh, someone is very wet, I hope I didn’t scare you that bad little one”
Ayla’s cheeks flashed crimson again, embarrassed that his new acquaintance was already checking his diaper. Haasha did not seem to mind, however, and carried Ayla over to a padded table obscured by hanging drapery. Placing down on his back, Haasha smiled at her little charge and rubbed his feet in an attempt to relax him before changing him.
Ayla blushed some more when he realized Haasha was changing his diaper. However, her gentle mannerisms and passive attitude mitigated the humiliation of the situation. Throughout the entire ordeal, Ayla’s gaze was transfixed on the physical characteristics of his new caregiver. Her body was a surreal combination of hidden strength and incredible age. The hair on the exposed parts of her body was flecked with patches of stony grey. Her eight eyes seemed to scan the room while, at the same time, maintained focus of what she was doing. Her two sets of arms worked in graceful tandem, never bumping into each other or crossing the wrong way. As Haasha began fastening a new, even thicker, diaper around Ayla’s waist, he became overwhelmed with an enigmatic feeling of security in the presence of Haasha. Even though he had only known her for all of five minutes, something about her countenance made Ayla feel as though he could trust her, at least a little bit anyhow.
After completing her work, Haasha picked Ayla up and placed his head on her shoulder before walking toward the exit. Pangs of fear gripped Ayla again. He began to doubt the integrity of his caregiver, wondering if all the sweet talking was just a clever ruse to get him to surrender. What if she wanted to eat him? His mind raced as Haasha walked into a large atrium connected to the room they had just left. Haasha broke the silence again.
“I think I heard your belly growl.” “Are you hungry Ayla?” She placed the poor, terrified faun down at a low table that had been set up on the ground, with soft chairs circled around it. Ayla dropped into one of the chairs obediently and stared up at Haasha with a concerned look on his face. Looking down at her charge, Haasha let out a trill, giggling sound.
“What’s wrong Ayla?” “You have a look on your face like you think I’m going to eat you”. At this comment, Ayla’s ears drooped miserably and, to his disbelief, his lips started to tremble again. Sensing the discomfort of the little faun in front of her, Haasha decided to change the topic of the conversation away slightly.
“Do you like melons Ayla?” “I have a whole bushel of fresh melons from the ship’s garden.” Taking one of the melons from a basket she broke it front of Ayla and placed it in front of him with a little wooden spoon. Unknown to Haasha, melons were Ayla’s favorite food. Barely restraining his urge to devour the melon with his hands, Ayla took the spoon and proceeded to take a small bite. Soon he took another bite, which was followed by another and another. Much to the satisfaction of Haasha, Ayla soon laid caution aside and dug into the melon with joyful abandon. When he was done Ayla was a sticky mess, albeit a satisfied sticky mess. Haasha smiled warmly as she cleaned her little charge with a damp cloth. Despite the indignity of being discovered as a messy eater, Ayla thoroughly enjoyed Haasha gentle touch as she cleaned him off.
“Hmm, someone is a messy eater.” “Did you enjoy your snack my little bundle?”
Blushing at the infantile pet name, Ayla managed to smile back and answer in the affirmative.
“Um, thank you H…Haasha” “Melons are my favorite.”
“Aww, I’m glad you liked them.” “Not so hungry now, right?”
At this, Ayla nodded his head affirmatively and smiled broadly, expressing his obvious enjoyment. Once Haasha had finished cleaning up his face and hands she picked him up again and carried him out of the atrium into an even more expansive room with its own stone pool and garden. Placing Ayla down, Haasha removed his robe and diaper before placing him in the warm water. Upon touching the water, Ayla felt pleasurable goose bumps rise all along his back and arms.
Haasha spoke once she was sure he was situated comfortably. “I haven’t had the chance to give you a bath today Ayla, so I’m just going to let you swim while I tend to the garden.” “Don’t wander off little one.” With that, she let go of the little faun and walked over to a patch of grasses she was growing among a rocky outcropping.
Scared of being abandoned, Ayla paddled close to the pool’s shore and kept a close eye on his appointed guardian. As time passed he became less and less nervous about Haasha leaving and devoted himself, instead, to exploring the stone pool and the plants growing around the shore. He was delighted when small schools of fish came up to the shore and nipped at his feet and hands. Soon he was happily playing in the water, blissfully distant from his anxieties and past trauma. Haasha kept a watchful eye on her charge as he splashed joyfully and paddled around the pool, smiling to herself at Ayla’s enjoyment. She spent longer than usual working in the garden, allowing Ayla the time he needed in order to wear himself out. She felt bad putting him down for a nap so early after he woke up. But, it was for his own good, as directed by the ship’s chief medical officer.
After letting Ayla frolic for close to two hours, Haasha scooped him up from the water and carried him back to his room, kissing him on belly and forehead while she walked. Ayla giggled feverishly at this treatment, finally letting his down completely in front of Haasha. She placed him on the changing table and re-diapered him for his nap. She selected another sleeping robe and folded Ayla into it before sitting down with him next to the crib. Upon noticing that he was being prepared for a nap Ayla looked up at Haasha questioningly?
“Do I have to go back to bed Haasha?” “I just woke up”
Haasha responded in turn by nuzzling Ayla’s belly and pulling him even closer.
“I’m sorry little one…But, I need to give you your medicine now and let you rest” “I promise I will wake you up for dinner and let you play some more in the garden before bedtime”
Ayla blushed at the mention of the word “play”. But, ultimately, was excited to return. Haasha then grabbed a bottle of warm, milky liquid that had been prepared early. Waiting for the perfect opportunity, Haasha was pleasantly surprised when Ayla yawned in her lap giving her the chance to place the nipple of the bottle in his mouth. At first Ayla was shocked that Haasha was attempting to bottle feed him. Soon, however, this apprehension melted away under Haasha’s kindly gaze and voice. Ayla relaxed and resigned himself to this type of care, no longer concerned at how infantile he appeared. Silently adoring the sleepy bundle in her arms, Haasha instinctively began to rock Ayla as he suckled quietly. Soon, Ayla felt his eyes grow unbearably heavy. Once he finished the bottle the only other thing he recalled before drifting into slumber was Haasha gently laying him down in his bed.