This is Chapter 13 to a commissioned novel. It is set in the Two Weeks universe, and is universe canon. The story follows Talikin, a 29 year old fox who's fed up with nearly everything, and is looking to make a serious change in his life, and his boyfriend, Matt, a German Shepard that never outgrew his selfish, childhood habits. Unexpectedly, that change comes in the form of the pair being targeted by a secret society.

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The Vacant Years: Chapter 13
Talikin splayed comfortably across the cloud-soft mattress in his nursery, half covered by the thick comforter and as comfortable and snug as if he had been sleeping on cloud. There was no sense of regret or anxiety felt by the fox as he opened his eyes and looked up at the cute little dangling mobile above his head, simply grinning widely and watching it twirl around and around, occasionally wiggling a bit to pull his covers over him and escape the chill. The fox had always been a morning person, an early morning person, in fact, and generally preferred to be up by six in the morning, but, judging by the progress of the shadows across his nursery floor, it was past eleven and still he hadn't so much as considered getting up. Why should he? He was as comfortable as he could ask for, and there were no urgent needs that had to be taken care of. He wasn't hungry, wasn't thirsty, and didn’t need to pee...
Something about that last one struck him as odd, and woke the fox out of his comfortable haze. Why didn't he have to pee first thing in the morning, especially after being pumped full of fluids the previous night? Talikin swallowed uncomfortably, suddenly, then reached down and groped the extra thick front of his diaper, which squished audibly under his touch.
"Okay... that's not good..." Talikin said to himself, trying to stave off panic, and searched his memory for when he had wet himself last. Maybe before bed? For all his trying, the last twenty minutes before Sky, his rabbit caretaker, had put him down in his crib were naught but a blur for him. Had he woken up in the night? Possible, but he still had no memory of it, and, if he had no memory of it, that meant he probably hadn't been awake. The fox felt his cheeks flush hot as he reached the hopeless conclusion: he'd wet the bed, soaked himself in the middle of the night and not even given it a second thought until an hour after waking up. "I'm getting way too comfortable in these..." the diapered arctic fox said, sitting up in his crib and sighing, but at least knew that Sky would be in to change him soon, and he wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of being a soggy baby for too long.
Indeed, it wasn't long at all before the fox's ears perked and picked up the sound of soft footfalls outside the door, Sky's nearly silent pacing about in the house becoming slowly more audible to him as he relied on his sense of hearing more and more. Talikin waited another ten minutes, unconsciously picking up a little tiger plush and stroking it for comfort, and had almost forgotten about his bout of subconscious wetting by the time Sky opened the door to his nursery and walked in, smiling happily at him. It occurred to the oversized kit that she hadn't bothered to engage any of the door's many locks that night, a show of trust that wasn't lost on him.
"Yoo diden walk mee in was nighft," Talikin babbled, realizing only belatedly that he still had his cherry red pacifier held firmly in his snout, then blushed, pulled the pacifier somewhat reluctantly from his maw, and repeated the question in plain English, only slightly slurred thanks to the long night with the rubber bulb between his jaws, "You left the door unlocked?"
Sky's smile widened a bit, and her long, graceful ears perked up as she leaned against the pup's crib, "I don't think it's really necessary, Tali. Where else would you rather be than here?"
"I'm not so sure anymore..." Talikin replied, blushing, and scratched his silvery head fur, "This place is like a vacation every day... It's unbelievable."
"Yup yup!" Sky said with a giggle, seeming to tower over the sitting pup, "As long as you're a good boy, you don't have anything to worry about, sweetie. Now how's that little diaper of yours holding up?"
Talikin briefly considered calling her on the use of the word little, but thought better of it. No point in risking an argument when there was absolutely nothing to be gained from it. Besides, as little as he was willing to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else, the fox was slowly growing almost fond of the extra bulky undergarments. They had a weird way of harkening back to thoughts of stressless paradise for an overburdened and underappreciated doer like Talikin, a world where all the little things were given the proper respect, including the fox himself. But maybe he was overthinking it, and the diapers just made a cozy, semi-permanent cushion for his bottom. And not having to get up to go to the bathroom had made the previous few nights the best night's sleep he'd ever gotten. The fox popped back into the present as he realized he hadn't answered the rabbit's question, and couldn't help but blush, "Oh... err, I'm soaked...."
"Let me see, sweetie," Sky said, lowering the bars on his crib and leaning in to reach him. Used to being handled by now, Talikin didn't fuss as the buttons on his onesie where undone and his bulky, slightly soggy diaper revealed. Sky pulled the long garment up around his waist, then gently pushed a finger down the front of his diaper, to which Talikin's only reaction was to blush, and look away. "Hmmm, maybe our definitions of soaked are different, cutie," the rabbit said with a wink, and poked his belly, "that's quite a thick diaper, and I'm never going to let you waste good padding. Besides, we need to get you on a changing schedule regardless."
"Oh, okay..." Talikin said, downcast, and let himself be buttoned back up.
Sky caught the fox's disappointment right away, and pulled the fox into an unexpected hug, "Don't you go off to frowny town, puppy. You're barely damp, and by the looks of things someone had an accident while asleep."
"I did," Talikin replied, seeing no reason to lie or refuse, but inwardly hoped she wouldn't tease him about it. He'd had accidents before since his kidnapping at the hands of these caretakers, but he'd always actively resisted, whereas this time it had just happened subconsciously, and that somehow made it more painful.
"My little puppy's first wet bed," Sky said, almost giddy in her excitement, and hugged him even closer, leaning in to gently rub their heads together. Talikin was dumbfounded.
"W-wait, you're happy about this?" The fox said, more confused than angry, "That I... you know..."
Sky's playful, energetic laugh filled his ears as she scooped him up off the mattress and held him close to her breast, "Wet the bed? I'm very happy about it. It's something of a landmark moment, if you will. But enough of that, let's get you dressed and fed. You've got a big day ahead of you, cutie."
Talikin felt quite a bit of weight lift off his chest as Sky explained herself to him, manifesting itself in a sigh of relief, and felt the wide, childish smile from that morning return to his face. He was happy, here, under her care, and the rabbit's warm, ceaseless affection was the primary reason why. She was something that couldn't be broken, lost, or taken away. A piece to fill a hole Talikin had never knew he had.
Sky carried the fox easily over to the baby blue dresser in the corner and set him down. For a moment Talikin hoped he would be allowed to pick out his own clothes for the day, but gave up the notion as Sky stripped him of his onesie and started digging through the drawers for an outfit for her little tyke. Talikin wasn't broken enough yet not to blush at the sight of the cute little baby blue onesie she picked out for him, and wiggled a bit as he thought of himself done up in it, but didn't fuss his caretaker dressed him, adding a pair of shorts over his onesie for comfort. When she was done, Talikin got a glance at himself in one of the room's mirrors and was happy to see that, to a disconcerting onlooker, he didn't look like more than a slightly oddly dressed adult fox, and his discomfort in the garments decreased significantly.
"You still look adorable," Sky chuckled, and gave the fox's padded posterior a light pat, "Come on, I've got scrambled eggs ready for you in the kitchen." Talikin lit up at the thought of scrambled eggs, and allowed himself to be drawn along perfectly willingly out of his nursery and towards the kitchen, where he was buckled into his high-chair and bibbed, though the embarrassment of the bib was counteracted by being allowed to feed himself for once. The eggs, like all of Sky's cooking, were fresh and delicious, and Talikin ate with such enthusiasm that his face was nearly covered with ketchup and bits of food by the time he was done. His bib, even more so. "Well now, someone was hungry!" Sky said, chuckling to herself, and held the squirming fox in place with a paw while she wiped his face with a damp rag, despite all the wiggling and complaining Talikin could do. When he was cleaned and the bib was removed, Sky blushed a bit for her own sake, and gave her charge an embarrassed grin, "So, Talikin, would you like me to warm you up a bottle of milk?" she said, leaving the obvious second option, that he would simply be nursing with her, unspoken.
Tali didn't answer right away, at first seemingly confused about what she meant, then further confused about which he should choose when he did. After a few moments of thought, the fox finally blushed, took a leap of faith, and shook his head, "C-could you feed me, instead?" he asked tentatively, remembering the half dreamy sensations that had overcome him as he was nursed on the rabbit's sweet milk, and both of them smiled into one another's eyes as warmly as a mother and child, then, without another word, Sky picked up Talikin under the arms and carried him to the nursing chair in the corner of the living room, cooing softly all the while.
Talikin knew that he'd set a precedent when he asked to be breast fed rather than bottle fed, and that he probably wouldn't have the chance to take that back if he regretted his decision, but also inwardly knew that he wouldn't regret his decision. What was there to regret? He trusted Sky in a way that was totally unlike anything he'd experienced before, so why would he only go half way? It didn't make sense, especially considering how warm and bubbly he felt after the milk had settled in his stomach.
Sky sat down in the big leather chair a moment later, letting Talikin settle in her lap for a few moments before pulling up her sweater over her breasts, unbuckling her bra, and gently easing the somewhat fidgety fox's head closer to her teat. All reluctance disappeared, however, as soon as Talikin latched onto her breast and began to suckle excitedly, and felt Sky's arms close around him, supporting him as he fed. The taste of sweet milk was all that was on the fox's mind for the next ten minutes, and Sky actually thought she might have to switch to her other breasts to sate the hungry little kit, but was proven wrong. His belly, already filled by a plate of scrambled eggs, eventually gurgled as it reached capacity, and, somewhat reluctantly, Talikin let go of the breast and let his caretaker snap her bra back up and pull down her shirt.
"You're so cute when you're feeding," Sky couldn't help but say, and leant in to nuzzle and lick Talikin's nose and face affectionately, a few drops of milk leaking from the front and sides of his mouth, and watched the dazed and milk-drunk fox hiccup slightly, then wiggle in discomfort as his stomach grumbled once again. "Oh, silly me," Sky chuckled, so caught up in the bond that followed a feeding that she'd forgotten the next step, and gently stood, hefting Talikin up over her shoulder in the process. At first the fox was somewhat uncomfortable up there, his belly making weird noises, and started to wiggle, but then felt his caretaker's paw on his back, gently patting him, and realized what she was trying to do.
"Sky," Talikin said, giggling a bit at the absurdity, "I'm not really a baby, I don't need to be-" the fox's complaints were cut suddenly short as his mouth opened compulsively and belched out all the gasses that had built up in his belly, followed by his face flushing bright pink.
"You were saying?" Sky replied, snickering and letting the embarrassed fox slide back onto his own two, unsteady paws, "Besides, I think you really are a real baby at heart, or at least you want to be."
Talikin didn't reply, having known by now that he wasn't going to convince anybody, and didn't feel like tempting fate after how well his last assertion splattered on the ground like a fallen egg. "I don't know..." Talikin replied, finding that as about the only thing he could say for sure, but couldn't be dreary with a belly full of the rabbit's milk.
"Well, why don't you let me help you find out?" Sky said, giving him one of those playful grins, "Today I'm taking you out, sweetie. I envy you, just an hour away from finding out what we're all about."
That caught the fox's attention, and held it like concrete, "Wait, going out? Like, outside?!"
Sky giggled some more, and gave his wiggling bottom a pat, "somewhere special, don't worry. Nobody's going to make fun of you for needing diapers."
"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me," Talikin replied, backing away slightly, "I- I'd rather stay here, if it's all the same to you."
"It's not," Sky said, switching from loving to firm in an instant, "You don't have a choice in the matter, cutie. You're coming with me," and that settled it. Talikin could only hope he didn't run into anyone he knew, and that wherever he was going was as good as Sky seemed to think it would be.
Talikin bowed his head in submission, and Sky lightened a bit, taking him by the paw and gently leading him towards the door, "W-wait... We're going right now?" Talikin said, intimidated by the immediacy of the rabbit's action, "C-can't I have some... err, playtime first?" he said, desperately.
"Nope, sorry," Sky said, practically dragging him along by the time he got to the front door. Two days ago the fox would have done anything in his power to sprint out of her reach and get word to someone, but sixty hours of being, well, her puppy had nullified him significantly, and his only hope at present was not to be seen as the baby she had made him into. The front door of the single story house opened, and revealed a courtly, well cut lawn and a very nice, upper middle class suburb beyond. There were even people out cutting their lawns, trimming hedges and trees, almost every driveway had a car in it... wait, what day was it?
Talikin spent the thirty seconds that passed between him being dragged from the front door of the house to the back door of the beige CRV that Sky seemed to drive contemplating the day and date. He'd been kidnapped on a Friday night, and he'd been there for two and a half days, which made this a Monday... why wasn't anyone at work...? "Could this place... no, no it couldn't be..." Talikin murmured to himself, but, unlikely as it was, Sky's rabbit ears picked up on his slip.
"Couldn't be what, sweetie?" Sky said, turning back in interest.
Talikin bit his tongue, then blushed and made a note not to think out loud in future, "Oh, nothing..." he said lamely, but Sky didn't press him, instead she opened the back seat of the car to reveal an oversized toddler's booster seat, baby blue with care-bears prints and apparently with extra restraints for bigger babies. "Oh, come on...! Can't I at least sit in a car normally?" Talikin whined, but was met by his caretaker's merciless stare.
"Car seat, now," Sky said, arms on her hips and glaring at him, and Talikin's resistance vanished. Like a well-disciplined puppy, he crawled into the back seat and allowed his caretaker to buckle him in without another word, "and you've been whiny today, so no more big boy talk until we check you in, Talikin," Sky said, firmer than usual, and removed a pacifier from her sweater pocket and put it into the fox's mouth, which offered not even token resistance.
Talikin didn't actually mind being pacified, since it meant he wouldn't unconsciously think out loud again, and it calmed his heated nerves allowing for clarity of thought, which he desperately needed at the moment.
The windows in the back seat of the ar were heavily tinted on both sides of the glass, and Talikin, who thought he might at least get an idea of the size and shape of the suburb, couldn't see a thing through the shiny, reflective glass. His booster seat was situated in such a way as to prevent him from looking out the windshield, either, as the passenger side seat arrested his vision, but it wasn't anything close to perfect. He could, with a bit of effort, get about half of the view out the front of the car at any one time, which was enough for him to get a good idea of where he was. The suburb was on the North end of town, a very wealthy upper middle class neighborhood with high property values and a homeowners association with a license to kill, a dozen or more gated and fenced in communities with private roads, round the clock guards, and its own private shopping mall. Talikin hadn't been born in the city, so he didn't know it as well as some might, but he could place it more or less within the grand map, and that gave him a tad of hope. If he ever did manage to get away, one way or another, that information would be very valuable.
Head still muddled from the feeding he had undergone not fifteen minutes before, and occupied mentally trying to figure out exactly where they had taken him, Talikin didn't notice his bladder had filled again until it was practically aching for release, and, when he finally did notice it, all the rebellion against an even wetter diaper he could offer was a sigh before relaxing his bladder and letting it all flow into the thick, absorbent padding, which warmed and swelled significantly to accommodate his accident. By the end of it, his diaper squished against the car seat with almost every movement, making the protective seat with its five point harness even more uncomfortable, considering the crotch strap meant his diaper was under constant pressure and he couldn't move to alleviate it.
Five minutes of driving through occupied streets passed like that, Sky concentrating on driving and Talikin sitting soggily in his booster seat and pouting. Eventually the car slowed to a stop, and Talikin realized he'd been neglecting his mental mapping of the area. They'd pulled up to one of the community's gates, which fed out onto a large, well-kept main street, filled with traffic as the lunch rush all aimed for the entertainment district. Secondarily, Talikin realized he knew the street, Lawrence Avenue, one of the major arteries in the northern half of the city. To think, thousands of people drive by this place every day, and nobody wonders what's going on inside...
Telia didn't have to do more than smile at the two on duty guards at the gate before they opened the outflow and let Sky drive past, her bound up, pacified and buckled down charge in back. Now that they were out on a main street that Talikin knew, he tried to make a mental flowchart of where she was taking him. A few minutes later she pulled off the main street and down onto the city wide highway network heading south, heading either downtown or to the entertainment district, he imagined.
"What's with all the grumpiness today?" Sky asked playfully, looking back at her charge and grinning, "how about some music to cheer you up." Talikin looked a bit skeptical about what kind of music Sky might want to play for him, and slumped even further as he heard the care bears soundtrack come on, that disgustingly cute cartoon that Talikin had been forced to watch as a child, and he groaned as the absurdly catchy opening theme played right in his ears, the car having built in back seat speakers.
Talikin's guess about the entertainment district was proven correct as the rabbit passed by the divergence that would have led them downtown passed, and the nearly gridlock traffic lessened significantly. As Talikin's diaper grew cool and clammy, and thus less comfortable, he got more and more restless, especially with that annoying racket in his ears, and almost spat out his pacifier once or twice to ask his caretaker to turn it off, but went stiff as a board all of a sudden as he heard something simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating come from behind the car: the unmistakable roar of a police siren.
"Shit," Sky said, sounding legitimately concerned, and glanced at her rearview mirror. It sounded so unlike her usual, happy tone that Talikin was actually intimidated as Sky turned around in her seat and glared at the fox, "Close your eyes, go to sleep. I don't want to hear a peep out of you while I handle this, understand?" Tali froze, panting through his nostrils at the rabbit's borderline fear, and nodded furiously when she prompted him, "Do you understand?!"
Talikin did his best to let his shivering limbs and frantically beating heart relax as the CRV pulled over to the side of the highway and blinking blue and red lights were visible in the rearview, even from Talikin's poor angle. There was the sound of a door being shut, and a few tense moments passed as Talikin played dead, and Sky anxiously prepared herself.
"I'm going to need your license and registration please," a gruff, no-nonsense lupine voice said, and Talikin could vaguely smell the officer's sweat as he leaned down to look into the window.
"Here," Sky said, and handed him the documents from her wallet and console, "what seems to be the problem, officer?"
"Have you had anything to drink this morning, Mrs... Rava?" the city police officer said, glancing down at the documents for the name, "Beer, wine, anything with alcohol in it? You were swerving a bit back there."
"No, nothing, I don't drink," Sky said, trying to keep her calm, but the anxiety in her voice could easily be mistaken for the normal fear that came along with being pulled over. Apparently the wolf was satisfied with her answer, and hadn't smelled any alcohol on her breath, and handed back the documents, then stopped suddenly, sniffing.
"Is that... urine?" the wolf said, and immediately stuck his head in through the window and looked towards the back seat of the car, Talikin and all his infantile garments and equipment perfectly visible now that the layers of tinted glass had been rendered moot. Talikin tried to suppress the urge to resist. If ever there was a chance to escape, this was it. All he would have to do is drop the pacifier and yell that he's being held against his will, and that would be it. Sky would be taken away in handcuffs, and he would be set free. Hell, maybe he'd be able to bring the whole, mad organization into the light, and he was going to do it, to take what might be his only chance, and he opened his eyes to scream, but, before he could, he caught sight of Sky, who was looking over her shoulder at him, as terrified as he had been on his first day, eyes watering as though she were about to cry, then relaxed, closed his maw around the pacifier bulb again, and suckled slightly. No, he wouldn't hurt sky. "Who's that?" The officer asked in his gruff tone, clearly suspicious about the male fox in his twenties done up like a toddler bound in the back of a rabbit's car.
"Oh, that's my charge. I'm a mental health worker," Sky chimed in, still anxious, but seemed to have found her footing.
"Uh-huh?" The officer replied, not convinced, "do you have any paperwork to support that?"
"Of course," Sky said, and started digging through the console before producing a handful of papers and handing them to him, "poor boy."
"What's he got?" the wolf asked, clearly testing the rabbit's knowledge of her supposed charge's supposed conditions. Sky replied with a long string of disorders, some of which Talikin recognized, others of which he was totally unfamiliar with, but he didn't really care at that point. If Sky wanted to know whether or not Talikin was coming around, he'd sent the message, there and then, about as clearly as could be asked for. He was her cub, clear and simple, in his own estimation as well as hers.
"Thank you very much," the lupine officer said, handing all the documentation back after a few more questions, then nodded and went back to his patrol car, leaving Sky to sigh in relief and start up the car again.
"Talikin?" Sky said, splaying in her seat and sighing with relief, "I owe you a plate of cookies for dinner, puppy. And you can call me on that."