A cool wind stung her face, as Itazura rushed through the woods, causing the fallen leaves to rustle and crunch beneath her feet with each step. Faint, high-pitched voices called into the empty air behind her.

“Come back, little one,” they demanded. “You won’t be able to flee forever!”

“I can do this,” she panted to herself, vaulting over a downed tree. “Just out of these woods and across the field, and I’m home free.”

As if to act of their own volition, several vines unwound themselves from a nearby tree and lashed out at the rogue, wrapping around her wrist and tugging her backward. The force loosened her grasp on the glass bottle in her hands, allowing for another to easily wrench it free. The girl panicked as the tiny voices grew near, mockingly calling out to her as if she were engaged in a game of Hide and Seek.

She began to frantically pull at the restraint, attempting to rip free, but to no avail. With the snap of a minuscule finger, several more vines and saplings sprang forth from the ground nearby, quickly bending and forming a massive changing table, while another set of vines quickly worked her breeches down her legs and flung them away, exposing the sagging pull-up beneath.

With menacing grins, a pair of faeries approached the now sobbing tanuki.

“P-please,” she blubbered, “I don’t want any of this…Just let me go—I beg of you!”

“Don’t you worry, dear,” one of the faeries responded as she curiously lifted the heavy bulk between her victim’s legs. “Everything will be right as rain soon enough, especially since you didn’t have a chance to drink that yucky potion.”

The other faerie set to work forming several small piles of leaves while her partner disarmed the captive adventurer.

“W-what are y-you going to do to me?” Itazura asked with a sniffle.

“Nothing at all, sweetheart—Enet and I are simply going to clean you up,” the first faerie explained, allowing a small sense of relief to wash over the trembling tanuki.

“I think our friend, the willow tree, has a switch with your name on it, however.”

Several more leafy tendrils wrapped themselves around Itazura’s arms and legs before splaying them and hoisting her into the air.

Itazura begged, “Can’t we talk about this?”

“Nope,” her tormentor retorted as she fluttered to meet the girl at eye level and strapped a pacifier gag into place.

The massive nipple filled the girl’s muzzle perfectly, and the strangely sweet flavor compelled her to suckle like a newborn.

A sharp crack echoed throughout the otherwise silent landscape as the first lash hit its mark, striking down on Itazura’s upper thigh, and causing her to shriek in pain. One lash after another, the assault continued until the young rogue went limp, sobbing in agony.

“See? I didn’t touch you at all,” snickered the faerie as the vines carried the girl over to the awaiting changing table and held her down.

The tanuki could do little more than whimper to herself as she watched the second faerie imbue each pile of leaves with magical energy, turning each into different supplies for changing a diaper.

With an array of wipes, powder, lotions, oils, and a few packs of diapers ready, the two faeries worked together to load them into the shelves beneath their captive.

“We’ll be done in just a moment, sweetheart,” the second faerie cooed as she tore open one of the packages of diapers and laid it on the table next to the girl. “Ethis, can you lift her for me?”

The first faerie grinned and nodded as the vines lifted Itazura’s ankles into the air, pulling her bottom and lower back off the table. In an instant, Enet unfolded the fresh diaper and set it in place below the sagging pull-up.

Itazura cringed as she was lowered onto the waiting diaper and the faeries tore away her soiled padding before working to wipe her clean and rub a variety of scented oils, lotions, and a generous amount of powder into her loins.

“This is a special diaper we’re giving you, love,” Enet explained as she pulled the garment between girl’s legs. “Once we tape it on, you’ll start getting urges to come play with us.”

Ethis continued as she secured the right side of the diaper, causing an unnatural warmth to spread throughout the girl’s body, “And it’ll only get more intense the more you use it.”

The warmth turned into a strange tingling sensation as the other side of the diaper was secured and Itazura was lifted from the table.

“But don’t you worry, dear,” Enet explained as she fluttered up to her captive’s eye level, tapping her on the nose and causing her to feel lightheaded. “It won’t come off without some help, and you’ll have an even harder time holding it from now on.”

Ethis, meanwhile, worked to pull Itazura’s tail through the rear hole, and secured the flap above it while she was lowered onto her feet and the vines retracted.

“See you soon,” the faeries’ voices said in unison, fallowing a firm pat on the rogue’s newly diapered rear, snapping her out of her daze.

She wheeled about, scanning her surroundings, finding no evidence of her ordeal or her tormentors, nor her missing trousers.

Sighing around the pacifier, she began the long walk back to town, waddling with each step, which prompted a loud crinkle from her diaper which drowned out those of the leaves.



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