Escape From Baby Island - Episode 3, Finale

The inflated obstacle course loomed large in front of the contestants, bigger than it had appeared when they were standing up. From their low vantage point, crawling on all fours–or, rather, all sixes, bound to each other hand-and-foot–it was difficult to see the best route through the course.

“Come on,” Sam groaned, dragging Katie forward.

“Hold it!” Katie said. “I’m trying to figure out which way we should go.” 

“We should go forward,” Sam insisted. Her dominant hand and foot were strapped securely to Katie’s non-dominant hand, giving her an advantage when it came to towing her partner forward, but it was still a lot of dead weight.

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Sam: “I’m trying to get us moving, but I’ve got this b***h dragging me down. We’re not going to win if we just sit here!” 

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To their side, meanwhile, Benji and Miranda shuffled right on by.

“Left, right, left, right,” Miranda puffed, keeping their movements in sync. 

“I think there’s a cluster of obstacles to the right that’ll be hard to get through,” Benji said. 

Nodding, Miranda steered to the left of a pillar, navigating the forest of inflated latex as best they could. Even when the obstacles were thin, it was hard to see more than six or seven feet ahead, and certain areas had rods placed incredibly close together. A single standing contestant might be able to force their way through without trouble, but crawling in tandem, there just wasn’t room. 

“This way,” Katie hissed, pulling to the right. 

Sam hesitated, then moved along, jerking against her partner’s arm. “Keep up!”

“You keep up!” Katie shot. 

They managed to mostly get into sync, building speed right up until they hit a dead end. The clustered rubber pillars grew denser and denser, until there was no room to keep progressing. 

“This is your fault,” Katie grumbled.

On the left of the course, Benji cheered. “I see the ramp!”

“I see it too!” Miranda replied.

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Miranda: “I wanted to hurry up, but we were making a good pace, so I stuck to the rhythm we’d made.”

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Sam stared up at the obstacles in front of them. “We have to turn around. Dammit, I told you–”

“No,” Katie said. “We go through.”

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Sam: “So I’m thinking, ‘what is Katie smoking? There’s like two inches of space between the pillars. We can’t fit through that!’” 

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“We’re going to get stuck!” Sam protested. “There’s not enough room.” 

“There is if we crawl over,” Katie shot. “The rule was to crawl, not that we had to stay on the ground. We can just push these over and get on top of them.”

Without waiting for acknowledgement of her plan, she started crawling forward, tugging on Sam’s locked mitten. Sam followed, dubiously.

Ahead, Miranda and Benji reached the base of the slope. Big, puffy climbing grips were spaced every few feet, and the angle wasn’t too intense, but it was a long ways to go from the bottom to the top.

Miranda reached forward to start shuffling up, and immediately slid back. “What the–”

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Benji: “It’s slick. They oiled it down or something, I can barely get any traction.”

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Benji furrowed their brow. “Okay, we have to use the grips and hold on tight. If we start to slip, we’ll probably tumble all the way back down.”

Miranda nodded. “Okay. I’ll crawl ahead first, grab the first grip, and then you move past me while I anchor us down.”

“Got it.”

A half dozen yards back, Katie groaned through gritted teeth, towing Sam forward. The inflated obstacles did bend, but only partly, flopping from side to side while they tried to get over. Katie pushed on Sam, forcing her teammate back a little so she could reach forward and get a hand around another obstacle further ahead, dragging them up.

The folded-over rod flopped partly upright, bopping Sam right in the face. She tumbled sideways, pulling Katie with her, and the two of them fell in a heap.

“Idiot,” Sam shot.

“We made it through,” Katie replied. “Come on, these dorks are ahead of us.” 

Beneath them, text flashed on the screen: #BiggestBabyOnTheIsland Can't say I'm surprised to see that the two type A's aren't working well as a duo act. If Katie fudges her pants again she could get my vote lol..... But yeah money is on Miranda and Benji.

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Katie: “Ugh. I am not doing that for brownie points from the viewers.” 

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Slowly but surely, Benji and Miranda made their way up the slope. Miranda grabbed an armhold with her free arm, got a good grip, and nodded. “Okay!” 

Knowing they were secure, Benji pushed up, feet struggling to find purchase on the slick, steep slope. They managed to push up to one of the worse handholds, getting just enough of a grip between that and a foothold below. 

“I think I’ve got it,” they said. “But be careful.”

“We’re almost there,” Miranda said, looking for the best new destination. Pushing off Benji for support, she raised herself up, stretching her free hand towards the next-to-last grip before the very top of the peak. “We’re going to make it!” 

Benji wobbled and nearly fell, but Miranda managed to snatch the grip just in time, narrowly holding them in place. Benji laughed nervously, totally oblivious to the other team climbing up behind them.

Realizing they were too far behind, Sam made a calculation and took a risk. Without consulting Katie, she lunged, reaching as far as her right arm would allow, and– 

“Hah!” she cried, getting a hand on Benji’s ankle.

Benji looked down, eyes wide as Sam–without a grip to hold onto–began to slide back down the slope. Sam pulled down Benji, and Miranda wasn’t strong enough to support the whole convoy, slipping and falling down.

Katie yelped, at the bottom of this tumbling procession and unable to do a thing about it. She rolled with Sam, who’d lost her grip on Benji’s ankle, but by then all of them were in freefall.

Sam and Katie landed in a heap at the base of the slope, and a half second later, Benji and Sam landed on top of them, facing the other direction.

“Oof,” Benji grunted.

“Ugh, gross,” Katie recoiled. Miranda had landed with her butt right over Katie’s chest, her diaper sagging prominently in Katie’s field of view. “Get your ass out of my face!” 

“Sorry,” Miranda squeaked, trying to roll away. Benji, still stuck to their left arm and leg, yelped and pulled the other way. 

“Cheater!” Benji snapped, once they’d gotten to a sitting position.

“Hey, I never heard a rule saying we couldn’t touch each other,” Sam said. 

“Yeah, suck it, babies,” Katie added, sticking out her tongue and pinching her nose. 

Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s your best taunt? Come on, Benji, we’ve got to get moving.”

The two of them moved to the side, mindful to start climbing far enough away from Sam and Katie that they couldn’t pull the same trick again. 

It wasn’t enough. Now that they had an equal start, Sam and Katie’s advantage in speed put them head-and-shoulders above the competition. Though they didn’t move as smoothly compared to Benji and Miranda’s teamwork, Sam could get a grip much more easily and help pull Katie up to the next one.

They got to the top a good ten seconds before Miranda got a hand over the edge, grunting with exertion as she pulled her teammate up. 

“Hah!” Katie declared, standing and pumping her free fist in triumph. “We won!” 

Miranda scooted up on her butt with Benji, so they were sitting next to Katie and Sam. “Yeah,” she grumbled. “You did.” 

Before Katie could react, she reached out and pushed. Katie wobbled and fell, sending her and Sam both tumbling back down the ramp. 

“You know that doesn’t mean we won, right?” Benji asked.

Miranda nodded. “Yeah. Felt good, though.”

An airhorn blew, and Liam called through a megaphone. “Contestants, please return to the staging area for the next competition!” 

Miranda looked at Benji, who nodded. Together, they slid down the ramp, landing on their feet and walking awkwardly back to the start. 

Katie and Sam arrived first, and a crew member helped them remove their mittens and booties, separating the team. Once they were clear, Miranda and Benji were freed. 

“As you might have guessed, the theme of today is teams,” Liam announced. “And as winners of the first team challenge, Sam and Katie now get to be team leaders for the main event. Katie, please pick either Miranda or Benji, you’ll be the team lead with whoever you pick and Sam will get the other.”

“Benji,” Katie said. “I’m not working with that dweeb.”

“I guess that means you get the dweeb,” Miranda said to Sam, half chuckling. 

“Team leads,” Liam said. “For this next challenge, you get to try your hand at babysitting! You and your babies–that’s your teammates, to be clear–will be given a series of tasks to complete within the time limit. For any task you successfully complete, you’ll be given six points–if the task requires both of you to participate, then you’ll both earn the points. And Babies–you’re not allowed to walk or speak during this challenge. If you need to coordinate, you’ll have to rely on your babysitter to tell you what to do.” 

“What’s the challenges?” Benji asked, raising a hand while they spoke.

“You’ll both be put in a nursery. Babysitters, you need to baby-proof the room, prepare a bottle, feed that bottle to your baby, and change your baby’s dirty diaper. Babies, you’ll need to put away your toys in the toy chest, find your missing pacifier hidden somewhere in the room, drink your bottle, and have your dirty diaper changed.” 

“Wait,” Katie said. “I’ve got to change a diaper?”

“What?” Sam asked, smirking. “Afraid of getting your hands dirty?” 

“Your nurseries are inside–Sam and Miranda, you’ll be on the left side of the baby gate. Katie and Benji, you’ll be on the right. Do you have any questions?”

Miranda raised her hand. “So Sam has to like, change my diaper? Take it off, do wipes, powder, the whole nine yards?” 

Liam nodded. “That’s correct.” 

Miranda nodded, leaning over to Sam. “Just so you know, I’m trans.”

Sam took that in and smiled. “Gotcha, thanks.”

“Are there any other questions?” Liam asked. 

“How do you ‘baby-proof’ a room?” Katie asked.

“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself,” Liam said. “And you’d better do that quick, because the round begins now!”

Already ready for the surprise start, Sam, Miranda, and Benji bolted for the door, hurrying into their living space a half second before Katie.

As soon as they were in, the four of them split off. Their living space had been divided with a low baby-proof fence, gated in the middle. Sam ignored the left side of the gate for a moment, instead sprinting to her room, while Miranda dropped onto her hands and knees, crawling inside. On the wall, a ticking clock counted down from seven minutes.

Toys littered the floor - dozens of them, some no bigger than a building block, one a teddy bear almost as big as Miranda herself. They’d been given the side of the living space with the kitchenette and kitchen island, plus an addition of a changing table, and she didn’t see a pacifier anywhere.

On the other side of the room, Benji surveyed what they’d have to clean up: A pile of toys comparable to Mirandas, but instead of a kitchenette, they needed to navigate the TV stand, two couches, and a coffee table, as well as the changing table and some other scattered bits of detritus.

Benji and Miranda both hurried, scrambling to start picking up the toys. Miranda just played it simple, grabbing one toy at a time, shuffling over to the chest, and depositing it before grabbing another one. Benji, meanwhile, tried juggling multiple toys at once, trying to hold an armful of stuffies or blocks to their chest while crawling on their elbows. They dropped as many toys as they carried, but for short distances it proved helpful.

Sam came out of her room a few seconds later, sprinting to the kitchen counter. The ingredients and supplies for a baby bottle were all set up and ready to go, so she poured the packet of formula, added water from the tap, mixed it up, and set it on the warmer.

That done, she spun around, looking for things to baby-proof.

On the other side of the railing, Benji looked under the TV stand and grinned, reaching beneath it to retrieve a pacifier. Holding it up, they showed it to the cameras, and a second later an LED panel on the wall came to life beneath the ticking clock, glowing brightly with a big ‘6’ beneath their name. 

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Katie: “So I’m looking around, and I don’t know what ‘babyproofing’ even means. I don’t do kid stuff! Like, there aren’t any land mines or whatever, so what am I supposed to do?”

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Crouching, Katie looked around on the ground for a moment, then shook her head and groaned, getting Benji’s attention. “Okay, ugh. Let’s get this… diaper change over with.” 

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Benji: “I’d been wondering why we had to agree to let the other contestants see us naked. I figured maybe they’d try and do a skinny dipping episode or something, but… yeah. This is gonna be awkward.” 

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Benji crawled over to the changing table, getting Katie’s help to clamber up on it. 

Meanwhile, Sam raised the bottle, testing it on her wrist. “Warm, not hot,” she said. “Perfect. Miranda, stop what you’re doing. Liam, I’m using my golden egg!” 

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Sam: “The rules were very specific. I can get a diaper change whenever I want. Liam never said it had to be my diaper that got changed.” She grinned. “Two tasks for the price of one.” 

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After a moment, a crew member hurried in. Sam passed him the egg with a smug grin, holding up the bottle. “Miranda, I’m gonna feed this to you while you’re getting your change. Double up, okay?”

Miranda nodded and gave a thumbs up, pulling herself up onto the changing table. Sam put the bottle’s rubber nipple in her mouth and Miranda started suckling while, a few feet down her body, the show staff member began untaping her diaper. 

Blushing, Miranda avoided eye contact with Sam while she drank the bottle.

Meanwhile, across the railing, Katie peeled off Benji’s diaper. “Well, you’re already dry, so I don’t need to do wipes,” she said, tossing it aside and grabbing a fresh one. Dumping a handful of powder vaguely in the right area, she wrapped it around Benji’s waist and slapped down the tapes.

Neither her nor Benji’s score changed. 

“What?” she huffed, turning to face the scoreboard. While she fumed, Miranda and Sam’s scores both shot up by twelve whole points, both of their bottle drinking and diaper change tasks complete. Sam now had a healthy eighteen points, only one task away from being done. 

Liam, leaning in the doorway, reminded, “You need to change Benji’s dirty diaper. The one you took off just now was pristine!” 

“UGH!” Katie fumed. “Benji–”

“I gotta pee my pants, I know,” Benji said, closing their eyes and trying to concentrate.

Across the way, Miranda continued hastily towing her toys over to the toy chest, while Sam made her way around the space. She’d found a box of electrical plug covers in a drawer and made sure there were no dangerous outlets. A bottom drawer had a bunch of loose plastic bags in it, so she moved them to a high drawer, before peeling the magnets off the fridge and storing them in a tupperware, eliminating choking hazards.

While she was going through the bottom drawer, she hesitated.

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Sam: “I knew Miranda was looking for this, but…ugh. She’s getting plenty of points from her votes, and I already helped her out with the egg.”

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Palming the pacifier that was inside the drawer, Sam stood up, moving it to a high shelf that Miranda wouldn’t possibly be able to reach. 

Over on the other side, Benji scrunched up their face and tensed, while the wetness indicator on their diaper turned from light pink to dark blue. Waving, they got Katie’s attention and pointed at their diaper.

Screwing up her face in disgust, Katie returned, repeating the diaper-changing process on Benji–this time with baby wipes. Once that was done, she began spinning her wheels.

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Katie: “I still don’t know what ‘Baby proofing’ is even supposed to be! This is such a dumb challenge.”

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“I’m done baby proofing!” Sam announced. A crew member came in to check her work, and her score ticked up to 24. “Am I done?” 

“You’re done, though you’re welcome to help your teammate,” Liam said.

Sam hesitated, then crouched, picking up a few toys. With her help, they got them to the chest with minutes to spare.

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Miranda: “Sam’s just a great person to have on my team. I just have to find that pacifier and I’m all good, she really did me a solid there.”

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Sam glanced guiltily at the drawer with Miranda’s pacifier in it, but knelt and pretended to help look for it as Miranda’s score ticked up to eighteen.

Meanwhile, over on the other side, Benji finished cleaning up their toys, and all they had left to do was drink a bottle. They crawled over and got Katie’s attention.

“What?” Katie demanded. 

Benji pointed at the bottle supplies, sitting over on the coffee table.

“In a minute,” Katie hissed. “I’m trying to figure out how to baby proof this space.”

Jabbing their finger emphatically, Benji tried to implore Katie to get that done, but she couldn’t be persuaded. 

Seconds ticked by. 

Miranda failed to find her pacifier, even with Sam pretending to help–she even checked the drawer where it had been, but since it was well out of her reach, her odds of locating it were next to zero. 

Benji fumed on the ground, done with all the tasks they could accomplish on their own. Katie ran in circles, seconds burning away.

BWAAAP!

The horn rang, and the contest was over.

Miranda got to her feet, frustrated but smiling. “Thanks, Sam, for the help. I really appreciate it, you’re a good friend.”

“Yeah,” Sam replied, smiling so convincingly that Miranda didn’t notice a thing. “Of course. We’ve got to stick together against those two, am I right?” 

Don't forget to hop on over to the voting post and cast your vote! Every vote for a contestant scores them a point to stay in the round. You're voting for who you want to stay, not who you want to be eliminated! 

A Dragon's Offering (Commission) 
This was fun to write! I haven't really done anything with dragons/other sentient monsters before, so this was a novel departure from my usual fare. It's also got some diaper snoofing, if you're into that!

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Boom.

The drum beat pounded, signalling that it was time for the sacrifice.

Boom.

Vorath, the great red dragon of the southern plains, circled above, looking down. He protected these lands from monsters and dangerous outsiders, but only at a price. 

Boom.

No livestock or game for him today. With fourteen villages to provide, each giving one sacrifice a year, Vorath always ate his fill. But, today, he wasn’t hungry for the flesh of an animal. Today, the offering he’d demanded was a human. 

BOOM.

The final beat of the drum echoed, and Vorath began his slow, considered descent. He could see his victim far below, tied to a post, almost naked in the midday sun. The villagers who’d brought him out were retreating quickly, abandoning the cart that their sacrifice was tied to, getting out of the way long before Vorath’s landing.

They’d learned that when he came for his sacrifice he wouldn’t be cautious. Anyone caught in the crossfire would be in danger. So they fled, quickly. 

And they left behind a man. 

Vorath landed with a crash like thunder. He could land quietly if he wanted to, but he wanted to make an impression on the sacrifice. 

It was just as he’d asked for. A male, young, but old enough to be of mating age, tied hand and foot to a post on a cart, clad in nothing but a thick, white diaper that crinkled as he trembled. As Vorath watched, the padding grew suddenly dark and yellow around the front.

The young man was terrified. Vorath flashed a toothy grin, circling around the sacrifice. “Who are you, little human?” 

“My-” The human’s voice cracked and squeaked. “My name is Cody Rancher!” 

“I did not ask your name, Cody Rancher,” Vorath said, his voice a low bellow. “I asked who you are.”

“I-” Cody hesitated. “I am… Um…”

“Terrified?” Vorath suggested. His body behind Cody, so that the human could only catch flits of movement in his peripheral vision, he continued, “Helpless? Delicious?” 

“I-”

Snaking his neck around, Vorath pressed his snout to the front of Cody’s diaper, sniffing in all the terror and sweat that had led to him wetting himself. And there was another scent in there, too. “A virgin?” 

“I was chosen as the sacrifice!” Cody yelped. “My- my people needed someone, so that you would protect our lands, and- and… and they picked me. They say the choice was random, but… I don’t think so.”

“Why not, little Cody?” Vorath boomed, eyes glinting as he watched Cody whimper and pull away.

“Well-” Cody hesitated, swallowed, and realized there was no point in lying. “The… the diaper. I wear them to bed anyways, I don’t think it was a coincidence. They said it was to ‘contain my fear’, but…” 

“Does your fear feel contained?” Vorath inquired, moving around and rearing up, wings flapping to show off his full stature. His body and wings completely blocked out the sun, casting Cody in complete shadow. 

“Just eat me!” Cody cried. “Eat me and be done with it, please!” 

“Oh, Cody,” Vorath chuckled, snaking his head closer to the human, looking the human in the eyes. “I’m not going to make things nearly that quick.” 

Cody locked eyes with him, and that was all the connection that Vorath needed to work his ancient magic. A bit of power, a bit of enforcing his own will and desire, and Cody’s fear and willpower buckled. 

The front of his diaper tented out, slightly, as the suggested arousal took root in Cody’s mind. He bit his lip and moaned, a little fear still in him, but now it was alloyed with an intense sexual desire. 

Vorath pressed his nose into Cody’s diaper again, breathing deeply. Beneath the slight ammonia of pee and the sweat, he could smell the arousal, precum dripping inside the padding as-

“Mmmph!” Cody moaned, thrusting his hips forward. Though he had little room to move from his position, bound to the pole with feet tied down and hands behind his back, there was enough room for him to grind the front of his diaper into Vorath’s nose, taking advantage of the one thing he had to get sensation from. 

Vorath was momentarily caught off guard, but not unpleasantly so. Moving the ridge of his snout forward to give Cody more room to grind against, he let the human desperately hump through his diaper, looking down at Vorath with a deep blush.

Looking up at Cody, Vorath locked eyes with the human once again, and sent a little more compulsion his way. 

Cody let out a little grunt of surprise and effort, and his body tensed, muscles tightening, diaper pressed against Vorath’s nose. Vorath could feel the little twitches and movements of Cody’s cock beneath the diaper, but what interested him the most just then was something far more humiliating. 

Moaning, Cody began to push out a mess into the seat of his diaper, the smell of arousal and pleasure mixing with foul, earthy muck. He squirmed and thrust himself into Vorath again even as more mess was packed into his diaper, filling it completely while he tried to bring himself to climax.

This was the helplessness Vorath wanted to see. Not just a person rendered immobile, but Cody, desperate for pleasure, surrendering his dignity completely to Vorath. 

He groaned and rocked his hips forward again, his rapidly-filling diaper smushing into Vorath’s snout with each rocking motion. Each hump, each squish and squelch and thrust of his trembling, padding-clad cock, was accompanied by a helpless noise of pure pleasure and submission from Cody. 

Taking another sniff, Vorath knew that Cody’s grinding was seconds away from an orgasm, and he didn’t want this to end so suddenly. Pulling away, he flashed his razor teeth and suddenly snapped forward, eliciting a terrified yell from Cody - but he wasn’t snapping at Cody. Instead, he seized the wooden pillar that Cody was bound to, ripped it free of the cart, and with a flick of his jaws and turn of his neck, tossed the pillar - and Cody - high into the air.

Cody screamed, spinning in midair as he flew up in an uncontrolled arc. Before he could come anywhere close to landing, Vorath planted one foot on the cart, smashing it, kicked off from the ground, and flapped his wings, bellowing out a gust of air that made the grass around them fold over as he took to the skies, seizing Cody’s pole in a claw.

The human was left dangling by his restraints, upside down, diaper sagging into his body as Vorath soared into the skies, wings flapping to build up speed. He didn’t completely trust the human’s restraints, and he watched to make sure that Cody didn’t suddenly fall, but were that to happen he’d have time to swoop down and catch him. There was no true danger here.

Despite Vorath’s safety measures, though, Cody was screaming in terror, hands trying to grab onto something as he was carried through the air. 

Smirking, Vorath pulled back, flung Cody up, and let the human do a couple flips in the sky before catching him again, this time with his head upright. 

Cody screamed for another couple seconds, but it petered out as they soared. 

This was a view not many humans got to see in their life. The whole valley, the fourteen villages of Vorath’s domain, were all visible in the afternoon light. It was a beautiful vista, and until then, Vorath had never had the opportunity to share it with anyone. 

They soared for another few minutes, and Cody silently took in the view, until they approached Vorath’s lair; an ancient, half-ruined keep. It had once been occupied by men, built to house dragon riders who’d once roamed these lands, but now it was Vorath’s home. 

He swooped in through a gap in the roof, arcing narrowly through a tunnel just to make Cody scream one more time before pulling into the great hall. Vorath’s hoard was here, a modest but sizeable fortune collected over his life.

Giving Cody one last toss, Vorath snapped his jaws forward, deftly cutting through the bindings on Cody’s feet. Then he seized the beam and slammed it powerfully down, driving it through the stone tiles on the floor, into the earth below, so deep that Cody’s hands were tied only a foot off the ground and he was pinned down in a lying position.

Cody panted for breath. Terror, awe, and desire were all exuding off him in waves, the smell of his sweat, his diaper, his panting breath all mingling to tell a delicious story.

“Tell me, Cody, what do you want?” Vorath asked, circling around him. 

“I… I thought I was going to die!” Cody whimpered. “I- You- You almost killed me!” 

“No harm will come to you, not while you are mine,” Vorath insisted. The tip of his tail moved towards Cody, pressing against the front of his diaper, where an erection was still tenting out the sodden padding. 

Cody inhaled sharply and bit his lip, rocking his hips forward, squelching his messy diaper between his thighs as he moaned. 

“What do you want?” Vorath repeated. 

“I want to cum,” Cody whimpered, biting his lip. 

“You do,” Vorath confirmed. “A virgin, and you want your first time to be this? Squirting into your heavy, smelly diapers?” 

Cody turned pink, but he nodded from his position on the ground. “Y-yes!” 

“Then beg,” Vorath said. “Plead. Show me your desire.”

Biting down hard on his lip, Cody squirmed and tried to thrust into his diaper, but there was nothing to grind against. He couldn’t clasp his hands in front of his face to plead, but he strained in his bindings to close them together as he begged with Vorath.

“P-please, just let me- I want to cum,” he whimpered. “I want to cum in my diapers, I’ll do anything, just please!” 

Vorath smirked, circling around Cody. This was delicious. It was exactly what he’d wanted. Stepping forward, he brushed his snout against Cody’s diaper, eliciting another moan of pleasure and another round of helplessly frustrated thrusting into his diaper. 

“Cum for me, little Cody,” Vorath ordered.

Cody wriggled and thrust into his diaper again and again, whimpering and straining to find release. His breath grew quicker and quicker, almost hyperventilating in time with the thrusts of his body, the squelches of his diaper into Vorath’s snout.

The pace built, and the heat on his face grew, until his whole body went tense and his back arched. He let out a long, sultry moan of pleasure, and a new scent of hot cum was added to the other odors mixed into his diaper.

As he squirted into his padding, Vorath breathed in deeply, relishing the smell of victory. Cody was going to work out very, very nicely.

The human sacrifice panted and slumped back against the ground, chest heaving as he recovered from the intense orgasm. 

“You got what you wanted,” Vorath rumbled, smirking. 

Cody nodded, grimacing. “Is that… was… are you going to eat me now?”

“Eat you?” Vorath tilted his head curiously, as though surprised by the question. “Cody, I have so many more things planned for you, to simply eat you would be a waste.”

“More…” Cody bit his lip, eyes widening. “More… things?” 

“It’s so hard for a dragon to find a mate in these times,” Vorath explained, grinning fiercely. “But you’ll do ever so nicely. Your sounds, your smells are simply delicious, and I’ve decided that I’m going to exhaust you with pleasures.”

Cody wriggled, wrinkling his nose. With a bit of post-coital clarity, and an assurance that he wasn’t about to be devoured alive, little inconveniences like the stink of a dirty diaper were more noticeable to him.

Vorath didn’t care. Cody would come to associate that smell with mind-numbing pleasure before long. Maybe even by the end of the night.

“Well then, little Cody,” he said, locking eyes with his human. “Let’s get started again, shall we?”