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Daily Free-Write June 4, 2023: Alien's Diapered Pet Pt. 45
🕑 Added 2023-06-05 05:44:10 +0000 UTCThe ship had touched down and we were being wheeled toward this massive wonderland pushed by Daddy, and flanked by Lissenger and Berenger, along with two diapered otters. Creatures of all sorts were clamoring to get to this side of the fence, but it seemed like few if any were permitted in.
"What’s the special event?" I asked, looking around at the great spectacle before us. Daddy smiled.
"You are!"
"Me?" I asked, astonished. I had heard right. All business had stopped, all appointments were canceled at the news that the exotic new creatures known as hyoomons would be making their public debut at the club. Though public was a stretch when describing an event held at the exclusive club for the 5000 families known as the great houses.
"Is that not common?" I asked, confused. "I would’ve thought with such far ranging galactic capabilities, new species would be a dime a dozen."
"No," said Daddy. "It's not common at all. Even less so for intelligent species like yourselves. The space that we traverse is generally well explored. Going outside of that is incredibly dangerous. Only a maniac would try." Daddy finished that last comment with a goofy grin, his fangs poking out as he did so.
My stomach dropped as I realized just how risky Daddy's first visit to Earth had been. No wonder Berenger had been so stern when he found out.
And who was the first person to greet us but a familiar red panda. Hehappened to be just in front of us as we exited the ship, and turned around to regard us with a bright smile, Walking Princess on a bright pink leash and harness.
"Surprised to see me?" asked Nyctos with a smirk. Daddy chuckled, coming to a stop.
"Of course not. I would expect nothing less from an Ailurian, though I'm not sure why you would bother. You've already met my pet twice!"
"Nonsense! It's your big debut. I couldn’t miss this for the world."
As we approached the grand entrance to the first building, there were a couple of big brown bears at the top of the steps, arms crossed and looking stern. The moment they laid eyes on us, however, they broke into big smiles, and greeted us with a Jovial welcome.
"Beringas clan! And our Ailurian friend too! We’ve been expecting you!Rright this way. We have so much fun in store for you tonight at the Menagerie."
I was surprised. From the looks of these bears, I had been expecting a sort of fight, but it turned out that theu were actually quite friendly. Nyctos leaned down and told me that the bears were the proprietors of this particular establishment and of many amusements across the galaxy. Their clan, the Ursoids, were entertainers specializing in food, fun, and relaxation. Our ursine escorts led us into the club which did not have the slick pre-fabricated look I had come to expect from Science Fiction. No, it resembled the hand built beauty of the old world. It only made sense for an elite club that was only exclusive to the 5000 families at the inner Council. We passed through the large foyer housed with benches, a big fountian, exotic plants, and tall arches. I looked around to see as much as my position in the locked stroller would allow me, fascinated.
Passing under a massive arch, we went down an open tiled walkway with Spanish style seating to either side. I could make out a glowing glass building that seemed to be filled with steam of to our left - a spa perhaps. In the seating areas were various groups of large creatures mainly separated by shade and species, socializing and snacking on what looked to be appetizers.
There was music, but not so loud as to drown out conversation and I thought the clubs here had actually learned to control sound levels properly. A testament to just how much more advanced these aliens were than humans.
I notice those purple horses of the Equus clan from time to time serving as footstools and fulfilling other humiliating functions. Every single time, they seemed to be in an extremely kinky situation - some strapped head to toe in leather, others covered in rubber, and some were simly nude. Our ursine ushers politely waited as we stopped to watch a particularly excited looking male horse being flogged on all fours, blindfolded and nibbling on a bit as his cockhead flared and dripped copious amounts of precum onto the stone floor beneath him.
"Don't worry," murmured Nyctos, who was suddenly near me again. "He's enjoying himself immensely. As a sign of mercy, they are made to live out their greatest fetishes in their servitude. It's part of their humiliation, but also a reminder that the other families love them, even though they were led astray, and will gently guide them back to the fold."
Princess met my eye and we had an immediate understanding that we were in much the same situation, though there was little chance of us becoming anything more than pets ourselves. The flogging stopped as soon as we were noticed, and the tall black horse that had been doing the flogging stared at us in shock, her mouth hanging open.
She wasn't the first to stare. In fact, everywhere we went, we were turning heads. I could see the internal battle of these aristocratic aliens trying to satiate their curiosity while simultaneously trying to appear somewhat aloof while our bear guides led us deeper and deeper in, chattering all the while.
"Yes, yes, right this way, honored guests. I do hope you'll avail yourselves of our spa services."
"Oh, but you must try something from the bar. I will have someone fetch you something refreshing to start the night with..."
"Are you hungry? What do your, ah, pets eat? Oh, really?"
We passed a group of large pink cats who were sitting at a table that was elevated above the walkway, lounging around a hookah. They languidly turned to gaze at us with their big cat eyes, their sheer garments thin enough to be taffeta. The moment they saw us, they began chattering amongst themselves with great interest. I watched as a pink cat broke from the group to engage Daddy in conversation. I looked up to Nyctos, my brow furrowed.
"Oh yes, the Felicus clan. They are the diplomats, the gossips. Harmless? Not quite. However, at the moment, I think they are mostly just curious. I am sure they will have plenty of fodder to feed their gossip and chatter after tonight."
“Oh, is this your new pet? Fascinating.“ Daddy smiled at the lithe pink feline.
"He quite is," Daddy said, leaning over the stroller to pat me on the head. "Would you like a closer look?"
The pink cat's eyes went wide, the slits of their pupils widening to big black holes as their ears went forward in interest. I could tell they were not expecting such an offer as Daddy unstrapped me and picked me up. He held me out. The feline - I could not tell if it was male or female - reached out tentatively and took me in its arms, looking down at me with big wide eyes as if scanning every detail to memory. For all I knew it was even recording.
"You’re quite the little charmer, aren’t you?" they asked.
"Nice to meet you too," I said. This drew a look of shock from the alien, who quickly recovered, looking even more delighted. “Oh, so you have a translator and you can talk, can you? That’s quite exquisite.“
“We are not so different as you think. On my planet, wicked creatures that look like you as pets.“
“Oh? And where is that?“ I smirked
“I’m afraid that question is beyond my pay grade. Needless to say, you'll have to talk to the Beringas if you-“
“Whoa there, little one," said daddy, accepting me back into his arms. "Those are some very adult conversations. Not for little ones like you."
I blushed as I was handed back. The cat creature smiled a devious grin and said, "Indeed, these are some very intelligent pets you found. Like none I have seen."
"Indeed," replied Daddy. "I doubt you’ll see them very often as they are so few in number." The cat's eyes gleamed, but they said nothing. They simply smiled and bowed, returning to their clan who were hanging on their every word and throwing us the occasional glance as we continued on our way.
I wondered if Daddy had said something wrong, but Nyctos bent down to tell me otherwise.
"She prides herself on having quite the menagerie of her own. I am sure that your daddy knows just what he did by telling her that. He is quite the strategist."
"Strategist?" I asked.
"He’s building up quite the demand for your kind. Being here is going to make that demand insatiable."
