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Twinkle Twinkle: Chapter 13

Star felt something incredibly soft underneath her when she awoke again from her milk-drunken haze. Her limbs felt weighted, albeit comfortable, and she briefly considered laying there in bliss forever before her cloudlike pillow groaned and wiggled a bit, and, belatedly, she realized what it was that she’d been cuddling.
“Nnnnghh… Star, not so tight…” Psudo said, his feathers fluffing up underneath Star’s curled limbs as he tried to wriggle free, “Wake up, kitten…” Star did, after a few moments, snap out of the feline haze of kinda-sorta asleep that all cats entered on occasion, and often disliked being awoken from.
“Mrrroooww…” Star groaned, shaking her head free of some of the fluff and opening her heavy eyelids to look around. The two of them were in a playroom of sorts, and the pen – of course there had to be a locked playpen, even in a room intended for nothing else, - had a large, padded cot of some kind, which the two of them had clearly been put down to nap on. Star was still locked in the bloated diaper from before, she realized, which, having been wet once or twice in the meantime, now sagged as low as her knees, and it was the effort of nearly five minutes to disentangle herself from the owl and crawl to her feet, vaguely aware of the pressure that was growing in her bowels… Kitten formula had always had a laxative effect on Star. “No… No… Not that again…” the lynx practically hissed, her legs wobbling as she made her way to the edge of the pen. It had five foot bars – just big enough for Star’s head to peek over the one at the top, which, Star knew from experience, was intended to keep little kittens like her contained, even though the room’s door was open.
“Erm, Star? What are you doing?” Psudo said, rising clumsily to his feet as well and watching her with mingled interest and concern.
“I am not going to be messy again,” Star said, trying to look as defiant as she could in nothing but a huge pink diaper cover, their dresses having been removed, and holding desperately to keep from doing exactly what she had just said she wouldn’t. “I’m going to use the big-girl potty,” and, like that, all seriousness was lost. Psudo tried to hold back his laughter for a few moments, then failed and keeled over.
“Erm, yeah… No, Star, that’s not going to happen and you know it…” The owl said, curling up into a ball of owlet and diaper while he continued laughing at her. Star’s tail tripled in size, her face flushing pink, and then she pouted her way over to the fence and started trying to climb. Luckily for her, Star’s mittens and booties had been removed as well, though she wasn’t entirely sure why, but neither was she about to question it.
“I will!” Star said, crossing her arms and pouting, now knowing she couldn’t back out, even if just to spite the owl. “I just… err, need help over the bars…”
“Oh no, I don’t want anything to do with this…” Psudo said meekly, crawling back over to the cot and curling up with a plush white lioness of some kind, “then I’d be in trouble, too. I probably already am… No, this is on you, Star.”
Star huffed, putting her nose up dismissively at him, “Fine, I’ll just drag the toy chest over here and use that,” she said, and did exactly that. The toy chest was thick, heavy plastic, and, as long as it was full, could support her weight and give her a two foot boost to climbing over the bars. More than she needed, and, triumphantly, she hopped out of the pen and fell unceremoniously onto her heavily padded behind with a whomph.
“Very dignified,” Psudo teased, looking out at her from under his covers and plushies, grinning a bit with amusement, and that just goaded her on. Defiantly, Star waddled over to the door, and, suddenly cautious, looked both ways. She didn’t remember seeing any bathrooms on the way in, but there had to be one for Serena, and non AB guests to use, at the very least…
When Serena didn’t materialize over her shoulder with an air of command, Star sighed and moved as quietly as she could around the mansion. It was seemingly empty besides Psudo and Star, but she wasn’t about to take any chances, and, deciding that time was more valuable than thoroughness, she ducked into the first bathroom she found. It was in the guest wing, and, thankfully for Star, the door was unlocked. She grinned mischievously, but started to squirm at the realization that her need was quite urgent, and hurried inside, closing the door quietly and waddling over to the toilet, only belatedly realizing that her plastic pants were locked…
“Oh hell…” Star cursed, fiddling with the lock and chain around her waist and pouting when she realized that she’d come this far only to be thwarted by locking diaper covers. Pouting, and unwilling to return to Psudo, messy bottomed and, worse yet, proven wrong, she sifted through the bathroom cupboards and grinned, finding bobby pins.
Lockpicking wasn’t something Star had done in a very long time, but a friend during basic training had shown her the ropes some years earlier. She toyed with the lock and the pins, hoping Serena had bought it because it was cute rather than functional, and was rewarded with a satisfying click a few minutes of squirmy, desperate fiddling around later. She sighed with delight, immediately dropping her oversized diaper and relieving herself like the big girl she was, then triumphantly locked herself back into the diaper, got everything just the way it had been upon entering, and went back to Psudo in the play pen… Or at least she would have, if the door would open.
With a mounting sense of dread, she fiddled with the lock and knob, but the door was sealed fast. She was locked in! Starting to panic, Star quivered, realizing how much trouble she was in if she got caught, but restrained herself from calling out… That would mean certain discovery.
Stewing in her own anxiety, Star tried whatever means her panicking head could think of. She deduced the locks on the windows and door were magnetic, no conventional, and thus her meager knowledge of lock-picking was useless. She even tried the exhaust vent, too scared to think rationally, but, inevitably, there came a knock on the door while Star was still trying to figure a way out of the trap.
“I know you’re in there, Star,” came Serena’s frank voice, and, anxiety turning to dread, heard her continue, “Andrew would like a word with you, and he’s very disappointed.” All of the fuss Star might have managed deserted her suddenly. Her stomach turned, and, if she hadn’t just gone, she probably would have messed herself.
“A-andrew…?” Star said, all the color draining from her face as the door opened, showing a very stern looking black panther outside, waiting for her. The lynx’s ears immediately lowered in submission, and she averted her eyes, realizing she was about to pay for her defiance.
“Star,” Andrew said in that archetypical disappointed parent voice that everyone acquired upon having a child, “I hope you’re ashamed of yourself. You knew the bathroom was off-limits, but you went and embarrassed us both anyway. I’m very disappointed in you.”
Star whimpered, wishing she could just curl into herself and disappear out from under Andrew’s stern eyes. She couldn’t manage words, other than a hapless, “I’m s-sorry… daddy,” between whines, knowing it wouldn’t do much to allay his anger at her.
The panther sighed, walking over and looking Star in the eye, “What were you thinking, provoking Serena like that? And as a guest, no less. You had to know I would be frustrated with you, Star. But you did it anyway, deliberately disobeying. For what? To avoid one messy diaper?”
Star felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she sank to her knees in front of him, ashamed of herself, even though, to her adult mind, she hadn’t done anything more than use the bathroom like an adult. But her adult mind wasn’t in the driver’s seat right now, and Andrew had little Star wrapped around his finger.
“I can’t let this become a habit with you, Star, so from now on any time you defy me, or anyone I leave you in the care of, you’re going to be a very unhappy kitten. Am I clear?” Andrew said, containing his temper surprisingly well given the circumstances, and made Star look him in the eye. “Am I clear?”
“Y-yes… daddy,” Star whimpered, inwardly afraid of what punishment she was going to get for her brief foray into bratdom. The tears were already freely running down her cheeks, but she wasn’t bawling yet, and Andrew wasn’t going to discipline her without first taking time to calm down and think things over.
The panther took a few minutes to think, then took Star by the paw and slowly led her out of the bathroom and down the hallway, “I think I’ve given you far too much reign over your free time, Star,” Andrew said, referring to the weekdays, where Star lived on her own and generally lived as the adult that she was. Andrew had, occasionally, left her notes or given verbal orders about how she was to dress that day, or what to eat for dinner, or even that the bathroom was off limits for the night if she’d been fussy, but ninety percent of the time she was under her own authority. Apparently, that was about to change. “You’re staying with me, tonight,” Andrew said, stopping and looking at the crying lynx, “and you’re going to be staying with me until I tell you you’re big enough to have free-time again, because you clearly aren’t. Maybe some time like little Psudo here will help mop up your poor attitude. But first you need to apologise to Serena.”
Star hung her head in shame as Andrew led her out to the front of the house, where Serena was waiting with her hands on her hips, looking firm. She didn’t waste any time dawdling, but just looked at her shoes and said, “Sorry for breaking your rules…” And Serena nodded, and looked at her.
“Apology accepted, I’ll just have to make sure I keep the doors locked next time you come over to play. And what was I thinking, leaving someone so little without someone to watch over them,” she smirked a bit, enjoying the lynx’s squirm, then walked over and rustled her hair, “I’m sure after a few weeks you’ll be too small to even know what a potty is, let alone use one. Totally helpless, just like my little hatchling owlet.”
Andrew and Serena said their goodbyes, and Star was taken out to Andrew’s car by one firmly held paw, “S-so what about work? I can’t go in diapers… we’ve talked about this,” Star said, trying to force herself back into adult headspace and having little success.
“You’re going to be on leave for a week, while I straighten out your behavior, Star,” Andrew said firmly, opening the back door for Star to climb in, “and from then on, unless you have permission, it’ll be diapers full time. And I’ll have to find a better lock for those diaper covers…”
Andrew strapped Star into her car seat and started to drive away, both of them silent as Star contemplated what this meant for her. She’d probably try to reason with him some time in future, but, presently, Star was too little inside to make any comment. She was already in trouble, after all, and, inwardly, a week of babying wasn’t the worst punishment she could think of…