The Beast (Commission)

This story was written as a giveaway for a small contest I ran on the ABDL Librarium discord server.   

Footsteps pounded on worn cobblestone as she ran. The moon was full, the stars were shining, and she was miles from safety. 

She had to keep running. There was no telling when the she-demon would awake, and if the beast awoke before she was truly to safety, then no head start would be sufficient. 

Still, she had to struggle for traction. The soles of her cotton footie pajamas were not designed to run on wet stone, and her diaper was sodden and close to leaking, making her gait more wide and awkward than it would have been. 

There was no time to fix that. She couldn’t reach the zipper, anyways. There was no choice but to keep running, to get away. 

Her hometown was god-knew how far away. The manor she’d been locked in could be a thousand miles from the nearest settlement for all she knew. If that was the case, she’d be doomed, but there was no way to know without trying. 

The trees made it hard to tell how much progress she was making, but when she saw the ridge up ahead, her heart leapt. She could see lights. There was a town, or at least a village. Maybe even a particularly large campsite. 

She didn’t care, because it meant there were people, and with people came freedom. She was almost there. Just a little further, then-

Behind her, she heard a shriek of pure anger. 

No. No, no, not when I’m so close- 

Looking over her shoulder, she saw a silhouette soar through the air, blotting out stars, pausing briefly between her and the moon. The beast was too fast, leagues too fast for her to outrun. 

Her only hope was to evade the beast’s wicked sight. Running into the woods, she splashed through the puddle by the roadside, mud sloshing into her pajamas. 

She could all but feel the beast getting closer. The animals in the woods fell silent, making her own motions seem louder in response. Every sloshy step or broken branch seemed to echo through the woods like a thundercrack, signalling her position to the predator chasing her. 

She had to hide. She had to find somewhere to get away, maybe a log or a ditch that she could take cover in until sunrise, when- 

A silhouette moved in front of her, and she froze. It could have been an animal, or-

Her vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, the beast was standing not three feet ahead of her. 

“There you are, darling,” the beast said, voice smooth and perfect, like treacle and nightshade. “Your mommy was so worried about you.” 

“N-no,” she stammered, backing away. The feet of her pajamas slipped in the mud and she fell, scrambling backwards on all fours. “Please, no, just let me-” 

A hand caught her wrist and pulled up, grip like steel cables, impossible to resist. She found herself raised in the air, her legs taken by the beast’s other arm, cradling her in the monster’s arms. 

The beast’s skin was smooth and ageless. Inhumanly perfect, like porcelain. Blood-red lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs, as the beast whispered, “Look what a mess you’ve made, little one. This is why you need me to care for you.” 

Don’t look. Don’t look, or she’ll- 

She looked into the beast’s eyes, deep black pools that seemed to go on forever. With that, her mind broke. “I… I am sorry. Mommy, I am sorry for running, and for making you afraid for me.”

“That’s better, sweet thing,” the beast purred. Shrugging a shoulder, the thin slips of silk fell away from tender, perfect breasts, leaving the nipples free, mere inches from her face. “You’re such a little mess. Why don’t you have a drink, and then we’ll go home and get you into something clean?” 

A little voice at the back of her mind screamed. She knew that if she drank, then her thoughts would fade, and she’d be trapped once again. She might never have another chance to escape. 

The crystal voice ordered, and her mind couldn’t disobey. “Drink.”

Leaning in, she took a long suckle from the beast’s nipple, tasting the sweet, sickly milk that ran down her throat. 

In an instant, her mind fogged, and she pressed her face in for more. She couldn’t remember why she’d been worried. Why she’d ran. Why she was in the forest. 

Grunting softly as she continued to drink, she pushed a mess into her diaper, the muck contained by the padding adding to the mud smeared on her pink pajamas. 

It was okay. She didn’t mind. Mommy would take care of her.