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she/it • 20s • abdl switch • nonbinary lesbian

axolotl trapped in a human body. not a furry or therian but i believe in their beliefs

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chapter 4 of neighbors is out, go check the rest of it out on on ao3 :3
archiveofourown.org/works/500060...
It had all started yesterday morning, when the three little girls had been in the basement's art room together. They had all been focused on their own pictures, painting under the careful supervision of their caregivers- though Mama was half-distracted, typing away on her laptop and mumbling into her phone's text-to-speech function as she worked. It had been so peaceful, more relaxing than what Nazani had known before her time with her caregivers. But alas, it had been interrupted by a certain.. feeling. In particular, Nazani's stomach had begun to cramp terribly, and she had started squirming in her seat, trying to avoid catching the attention of her caregivers. She knew it would make things so much worse if Mommy or Mama realized what was going on. But alas, it hadn't worked out for her that way. All thanks to that little tattletale. "MOMMYYYY!" Ellie screamed to the nearer of the two caregivers the second she had noticed Nazani's condition. Nazani remembered clearly how she had flung up a single bony finger and pointed it in her direction. "NAZANI'S DOING A POTTY DAAAAAANCE!" Elliana, I'm going to kill you. Potty dances were, to say the least, heavily frowned upon in the house. The littles weren't supposed to do a potty dance- there was no potty that they were allowed to use. They were supposed to just go in their diapers- or their pull-ups in Ellie's (and sometimes Jacie's) case. And though Nazani rarely got into any trouble, she was nowhere on Ellie's level of Good Girl. Just saying, if this was a torture chamber, Ellie would blab out every last secret we had before they even started electrocuting us! Prompted by Ellie's prattling, Mommy had gotten up from her chair, gently setting aside the grown-up book that she had been reading. She laser focused her attention on Nazani as she approached with a calculating grin on her face. Nazani remembered how her entire body had gone numb with horror at the sight of the older woman bearing down on her, ready to take action after Ellie had so rudely tattled on her. "Aww, are you needing to make a little peepee, butterfly?" Mommy cooed as she crouched next to Nazani. "Or maybe a poopoo? You know you're not allowed to hold it either way, don't you?" "I'm noooot," Nazani whined, squirming in her seat. "Are you sure? You seem quite squirmy to me," Mommy had raised both of her eyebrows, and in an effort to focus on something that wasn't the cramping of her tummy, Nazani stared at the silver piercing in Mommy's right brow, biting down on her lip so hard that she felt a little bit of blood gush into her mouth. Clearly, Mommy saw the way her nose wrinkled at the tangy taste, and she produced a light blue pacifier from her pocket. It had a cute clip hanging from it, and Nazani would have found it adorable if she hadn't known that the little charms on it spelled out the word "SLUT." "Open." The robust note in Mommy's tone told Nazani that it wasn't a suggestion. Mommy didn't want to hear anymore opinions from her. Squeezing her legs together, Nazani reluctantly accepted the pacifier, shooting a glare at Ellie as she was pulled up from her seat and into Mommy's arms. The woman's strength would never cease to amaze her, the way that she could carry any of the babies as if they were nothing. Every single time, Nazani had the pleasure of feeling the hard muscle beneath her soft cradling arms, reminding her that Mommy both literally and metaphorically had a tough side, hiding right beneath her warmth and adoration. "So, you don't need to go potty, Nazani?" she asked a bit too casually as she carried Nazani up to the playroom. Not the one that Nazani would have actually enjoyed. This was the playroom that Mommies used to give the babies the treatment that they, according to the caregivers, needed. In other words, this was the playroom that Nazani was not going to enjoy. It was spacious, located just across from the upstairs bathroom, and like the bathroom, this room could only be entered with permission and supervision from a grown-up. The room was windowless- Ellie had told her that while it had had windows to begin with, they had been removed, filled in with more wall, and then the walls had been painted the intimidating black that they were now. Nazani could practically smell her own demise in this room. A formidable-looking black spanking bench sat directly in the center of the room for all to see, with four cuffs located on each steel limb that propped the bench up, and thick leather padding to keep the little relatively comfortable underneath while getting the bottom busting of a lifetime up above. So far, Nazani had not been put over the spanking bench- or gotten a real punishment spanking at all for that matter- but she guessed that it was only a matter of time, even if that time would not come today. The next piece of equipment, in the far right corner, was supposedly one of Jacie's favorites- the massive cage with a sturdy wooden frame, tubular steel bars that were thick enough to provide no chance of bending and escaping through them, and an array of fleecy pastel-colored blankets folded neatly on the floor of the cage, ready to be used with whoever the next resident of the cage would be. Next to it was a similar setup, except it seemed to be two cages attached to eachother rather than just the one. Behind the spanking bench, there was a crib. It wasn't as large as the one that Nazani slept in at night, but it looked just as comfortable, lined with a soft baby blue duvet with a penguin print on it. Nazani saw that the upper half of the blanket, near the fluffy white pillow, was a bit disturbed, as though someone had gotten up out of it recently, and it exposed a sandy yellow sheet underneath. Between the crib and the cages, there was a changing table with a soft pink liner on the surface, and the appropriate supplies presumably stored in the drawers beneath. Like pretty much all the furniture in the house, there were four-point restraints adorning pretty much every piece of furniture in the room. Including the one that Mommy intended to use first, though the restraints would go unused for her current purposes. Nazani was carried all the way over to the sturdy pale green rocking chair located in the left corner of the room, closest to the door. It was adorned with a white satin cushion on the seat, and it was placed directly across from the bright red bouncer in the far left corner. Presumably so someone was able to watch as another got detained in the bouncer. "Take a look at that one there," Mommy pointed at the bouncer in question, the rocking chair creaking beneath her weight as she sat down on it, plopping Nazani right down on her lap. "That's where you're going after Mommy takes care of those yucky feelings in your tummy, darling."
November 11, 2025 at 9:10 PM
axolotlnoise.myatproto.social
:3
December 19, 2024 at 2:14 AM
axolotlnoise.myatproto.social
very important things taking place on halloween :3
November 1, 2024 at 3:45 AM