Getting away from Cera was no easy feat. The Triceratops was strong and relentless, but Jamie was quick, and with the right tools and equipment he was able to sneak away while her back was turned.

That definitely wasn't an experience he wanted to go through again.

Jamie is an anthropomorphic arctic fox, with bright white fur, a river-colored muzzle and underbelly.

His Armor wasn't anything massive; just standard beginners stuff, with a silver chest plate, shoulder pads, shin guards and a helmet, all polished silver and adorned with a single red stripe along the center of the chest plate.

In his hands he held a small sword, no bigger than a telescope, the blade itself a bit on the thicker side, and the handle had a blue grip. 

This didn't give him much confidence for whatever was next for him, at the top of the next flight of stairs. 

"Alright." He thought to himself. "Let's get this over with."

With a huff, he pushed open the door of the next floor, bracing himself for the worst.

After his first opponent wanted to eat him and the second one tried to use him as a living toilet, god only knew waiting for him here.

As soon as it opened, the fox's eyes widened with disbelief at what was inside.

Rather than something dark and gritty like the first two times, with the dungeon themes they were using, this one was the completely opposite.

The floor wasn't made of stone and cement like Kaa and Cera's rooms were, it was a cream pink color, made of fluffy carpet. The walls usinga soft, calming purple.

The room itself was fairly small, and looked more like a giant nursery than anything. A canopy bed in the corner with pink bedsheets, a couple of stuffed animals here and there, a few bookcases with various things inside, a desk and chair, a changing table and even a crib.

All the furniture was painted with bright and happy colors, and a small rainbow painted above the crib, and the bookshelves were full of storybooks, coloring books, and toys.

The smell of baby powder hot his  ostrich as soon as the door opened.

This was just weird.

"Um... Hello?" Jamie asked, taking a few cautious steps inside. "Is someone here?

No answer.

"Oh god, please tell me there isn't some kind of baby monster in here..." He muttered outloud.

Those things were always creepy.

Jamie continued his walk, his sword at the ready. He checked everywhere for the next monster, but no sign of anyone.

After a minute or two of searching, he came across the last part of the floor, still finding nothing.

There were no signs of a monster here. No chains, no shackles, no torture devices.

It was starting to worry him.

"Where is she?" The fox asked quietly, sounding genuinely confused.

"Who are you looking for, little fox?" A voice called out from behind him.

Jamie jumped back, startled.

"W-who said that?" He demanded to know, turning around as he ended up holding his sword the wrong way around.

A small giggle rang out. "I did."

Jamie froze. The voice was small, soft, and feminine, and the cause of it was quite fitting for it.

When he heard stories about his kind fighting dragons, the fox had always imagined a giant winged lizard, the size of a house and able to breathe fire.

What was in front of him was definitely not that.

She was still a large dragon, just not as big as he thought. About twice his own size.

It was pink with a yellow belly and spine feelings on her head and down her back, with beautiful blue eyes. She had a long tail with a spade at the end, and large, leathery wings.

If anything, she looked like a living stuffed animal.

Her rack and hips were pretty eye-catching, and the frilly dress she wore didn't really do much to hide them.

She had a soft, cute face and a smile on her face.

"Who are you?" Jamie asked, pointing his sword at her, "Where's the monster?"

The dragon giggled, finding him funny.

"I'm Cassie." She answered, her voice still soft and cute. "Why do you look so frightened?"

Jamie wasn't buying it. "What kind of monster are you?"

"I'm a dragon." She told him.

Jamie scoffed. "Y-you're not a monster. Monsters are dark and evil, not cute."

Rather than offended, as he thought she might have been by that remark, Cassie put her claw to her chest, as if flattered.

"Aww, thank you." She cooed, making Jamie confused, "That's so sweet of you."

"W-wait, I didn't mean-" The fox didn't get the chance to finish before she started walking closer.

He pointed his sword at her, trying to appear intimidating, but he didn't really have a good poker face.

"N-n-no closer!" He stuttered. "Stay back, you, you..."

"Oh dear, that's dangerous." She told him. "You'll hurt yourself."

Cassie reached over and gently wrapped her claws around the blade, taking it away.

"Here." She said, setting it aside. "Is that better?"

Jamie, by all accounts, should've been ashamed of himself for letting her take it.

That was his one way of defending himself, and he let her take it without a fight.

But, in all honesty, he was just too stunned to think straight.

She was supposed to be a monster, right? Why wasn't she attacking him or hurting him?

And why... Did he want to let her?

"Um, uh... T-thank you?" He stuttered out, a blush spreading across his face.

Why did he just thank her!? She just disarmed him!

"You're welcome." She said, her voice sounding a bit sweeter, almost like a coo.

Just then, after moving the weapon to her tail and moving it far away from the boy, Cassie wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, pressing his muzzle into her plush belly.

"There. Isn't that better?" She cooed, gently rubbing his head, her claws scratching behind his ears.

This wasn't anything Jamie had experienced, or enjoyed, before.

His mother died when he was a very young cub, and he didn't remember her much, if at all.

His father was a hardworking man, a skilled hunter and trapper, so Jamie spent most of his early life out in the wilderness with him, learning how to hunt, track and fish, as well as basic survival.

So this kind of comfort was foreign to him, but deeply sought after.

He wanted to cry; this felt so good, so nice, and the feeling was spreading throughout his body, making him feel lightheaded and fuzzy.

"Are you alright?" Cassie asked him, her voice still sounding sweet. "You're shaking."

She was right. As soon as she wrapped her arms around him, he could feel his legs starting to shake.

His breathing was shallow and weak, and his mind was foggy.

"I-I..." Was all he could muster, unable to finish his sentence.

The sweet pink dragoness could hear the ache in his voice, like he was holding back tears.

"There there." She cooed, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry. I know, it's scary down here. I don't want you to get hurt either."

Jamie's face was still buried in her soft belly, and his breathing was starting to get a bit more audible, the fox trying to hold back a sniffle.

"There there." She gently stroked the top of his head, being careful not to scratch him.

This was heaven for the fox, and he was on the verge of weeping into her scales.

He didn't even know what was going on, or why he was acting this way.

But he couldn't stop it. He couldn't resist.

Cassie hugged him tight, letting him relax in her embrace, the young dragoness smiling.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Jamie managed to say, his voice sounding a bit wet, trying to force the tears back. "I d-don't know w-what's g-going on."

"Ohhh..." She cooed, lifting him up and hugging his head into her chest, stroking his head.

"Don't be sorry. It's ok, you can let it out. I'll keep you safe. Mommy's here now."

That was it. Jamie couldn't hold it back anymore.

He broke down into a crying mess, sobbing loudly into her soft, cushiony bosom, unable to help himself.

Cassie held him, letting him cry into her.

"Oh, my poor little boy." She cooed. "It's ok, mommy's got you."

She rubbed the fox's back, hugging him close.

Jamie was crying loudly, his tail hanging limp, unable to process any of this.

It had all happened so quickly.

He had been so determined, so sure, to fight these monsters, to stop them, and save the people, and now...

Now he was bawling his eyes out, crying into a dragon's chest like a child.

It was too late to realise that this was her plan. That she wasn't just a dragon.

That she was a monster.

Not a monster in the sense of a dragon or a dinosaur, but the true definition of a monster.

The worst kind; those that prey on the vulnerable.

Cassie, the Succubus Dragon, was a creature born of hell, a monster that preys on the weak and broken hearted.

They find the weakest, most vulnerable beings, and feed off of their pain and sadness, turning them into mindless slaves and, in her case, babies.

"Ohhh, you poor little thing." She cooed, nuzzling his head. "You must have been through so much."

Jamie was barely able to nod. "Y-yeah."

"You must have been so scared, so lost, so tired. Here."

She lifted him up, setting him down on the edge of her bed, and sat down beside him, hugging him tightly, his head in her shoulder.

"Let mommy take care of you." She cooed into his ear, her voice soothing and calm.

He couldn't resist. He felt safe in her embrace, and so warm, and the words she spoke were so soothing that he believed every one of them.

"How would you like to stay here?" She offered, her voice a whisper.

Jamie was taken aback, looking up at her with watery eyes.

"W-what?"

"I'll adopt you." She answered, nodding. "You'll be my new son, and I'll take care of you. You'll never have to be scared or alone again."

He could feel the tears coming back, his bottom lip quivering.

"W-will you?"

She nodded.

"Of course I will. Now, what's your name?"

"Jamie."

"Such a nice name." She kissed his cheek, "I'll be such a good mommy for you."

Jamie had a feeling in the back of his head, the voice of logic and reason, telling him to fight, to resist and to run.

That this was a trick.

But he couldn't listen.

His emotions were taking control, and his heart was pounding, telling him to take the offer.

And the rest of him was already gone.

"Will you, mommy?" He asked, his voice shaking.

"Yes, my little boy." She told him. "All you have to do is accept it. Say yes, and I'll be the best mommy you could ever ask for."

It didn't take much more convincing. His old quest of stopping Georgette meant nothing to him now, and he didn't care about his village, or the rest of the world.

He didn't need any of that. All he needed was his new mother.

"Yes." He breathed out.

Cassie smiled widely.

"Thank you, Jamie."

She hugged him tight, pressing her muzzle into his head, the dragoness purring.

"My sweet little baby."

The fox had a few more tears running down his cheeks, a smile on his face.

"Now, let's get your bath ready. You're a bit dirty, and you could use a nice, relaxing bubble soak, after what you've been through."

She scooped the boy up in her arms, carrying him to the bathroom, a huge, open space, with a giant bathtub and a few other things.

Again, the whole place had a nursery theme going on, looking big enough for someone of a bigger size than actual babies and toddlers.

She set him down and started getting everything ready, making the bath and putting some bubble liquid inside.

Jamie just watched, a dumb grin on his face.

From the way she was working on it, Jamie had full access to what was hiding up her skirt. Her big fat ass was in his face, and he was tempted to sink his face into that, too.

She was so big and soft, and her thighs were just thick enough to bury his head in.

Once the bath was finished, she turned around with a sweet smile, the boy blushing.

"Were you looking at my bum-bum?" She asked.

"N-no, I, uh..."

"Oh, it's ok, dear." She giggled, "Mommy doesn't mind."

She leaned down and kissed his cheek again, before she started pulling his armor off.

Once again, Jamie made absolutely no attempt to resist, and once the armor was removed, the fox now only donning basic clothing to go under the armor, Cassie took the opportunity to look him over.

She was gentle, not rough and forceful like a hungry dinosaur or snake, like he might have expected from Kaa or Cera.

Cassie was sweet and caring, and didn't want to harm him. She was only trying to help.

The dragoness looked him over, and she smiled.

"Such a handsome little boy." She chimed, beginning to remove them.

Once he was completely naked, Jamie blushed heavily.

She was staring right at his hard cock, and he knew it.

"Ohh, it's so cute." She commented, gently wrapping her claw around his shaft. "You've got a woody!"

Jamie whimpered softly, squirming under her touch, his body shivering.

"S-sorry."

"Don't apologize, sweetheart. This happens to boys your age." She told him, turning the faucet off once the tub reached a high enough capacity.

She took her claw off, and stood up.

"Come on, hop in." She told him, standing aside.

Jamie got up and stepped into the tub, sitting down in the hot water, letting it soothe him.

Just like before, he couldn't believe how amazing this felt.

The water was absolutely perfect. Hot, but not boiling. Foamy, and so silky and smooth, like he was floating in a pool of warm, sudsy milk.

He let out a sigh, relaxing into the water, and almost wanted to cry again.

This felt amazing.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a warm bath, let alone one as incredible as this.

Cassie was watching, smiling sweetly.

"Enjoying it?"

"Y-yeah." He said, nodding.

"Would you like mommy to help you wash off? Get all that nasty dirt off of you?"

Jamie couldn't believe his ears, but by the time he found the train of thought that allowed him to speak, his new mommy was already getting prepared for it.

She had grabbed her dress and pulled it up, giving him a perfect view of her thicc dragon pussy, which was wet just as perfect as everything else on this floor.

Her breasts weren't any less impressive, either. They were just as big and supple as he imagined they'd be, and he sight alone was enough to make him drool.

Once she was done removing the dress, leaving her completely nude, the dragoness climbed into the tub, and moved up to him, taking a seat behind him.

Jamie couldn't resist anymore, reaching his hand down to his "woody" to relieve the pressure building up in his loins.

But before he could, Cassie's claw gently grabbed his wrist.

"Hold on, baby." She told him, her voice sweet, but with a bit of a stern undertone. "Not yet. Let mommy help you with that, okay?"

The fox looked like he was in paradise as he nodded.

"Good boy." She cooed, kissing his forehead.

Once they were sitting in position, Jamie could feel Cassie's claws washing his head with the heavenly water, as her feet reached in front of him and pressed against each other on his knob.

Jamie's jaw dropped at the sensation, moaning loudly.

He had touched himself before, but this was a completely different experience.

As Cassie was washing his hair, she was also rubbing his member between her soles, making sure the pressure was nice and slow, the surprisingly soft claws pleasuring his stiff member.

"O-oh wow..." He muttered, feeling he could just pass out from pleasure right then and there.

Cassie, meanwhile, was humming merrily as she gave him the footjob.

She was clearly experienced in this kind of work, and she was a natural at it.

As she rubbed him off, Jamie could feel the pleasure starting to build up in his belly, and the more it did, the more he felt his brain turn into mush.

"A-aah, mommy, I f-feel..." He whimpered, squirming.

"Shhh." She cooed, "Just relax. Just let mommy make you feel good, okay?"

The dragoness moved her claws down, wrapping them around his chest, pulling him back into hers. Both her giant breasts pressed against him, and even though he couldn't see them, he could feel them pressing against his back, her nipples poking into his fur.

Her feet didn't stop, either, still stroking him between them, his shaft starting to throb, the head getting harder.

He couldn't escape if he wanted to. Her strong legs held him in place, her claws pinning him against her, and he was so enamored by her that he didn't want to anyway.

Jamie whimpered, feeling the pressure in his belly rising, until he finally felt his climax.

It was easily the most powerful and intense of his life, shooting out of the bathwater and back down into the liquid.

Jamie cried out, his back arching and his head pressing into her, his eyes rolling up and tongue hanging out, his hips bucking as he shot rope after rope, and it lasted for about 10 seconds.

The entire time, Cassie was humming sweetly, still washing his body, but with her free hand, she was lovingly stroking his head.

"Good boy!" She cooed, sounding so proud. "You did it! Good job, Jamie."

As the fox's climax came to an end, he felt the pleasure leaving him, replaced with a warm, fuzzy feeling, and his cock was still rock hard.

Cassie smiled, and kissed his cheek again.

From the way his head slumped against her chest, she could tell that the poor boy was tired, and was already drifting off.

"There we go, honey." She told him, continuing to wash him. "I'm so proud of you, Jamie. Go ahead and take a nap, if you want. Mommy will take care of you."

Jamie, barely conscious, was able to hear her words.

He couldn't help but smile at them.

She was such a good mother.

So kind, and gentle, and caring, and loving, and she was his mommy.

---

When he came to, Jamie's naked body was surrounded by warmth again, but it was different this time.

It felt fluffy and warm, and a bit heavy, but not unpleasantly so.

In fact, the sensation was heavenly, like the bath.

When his eyes opened, he found the source of the warmth, and his new mommy.

"Oh, you're awake already?" She asked with a sweet smile, rubbing something all over his body.

"W-where...?" Jamie couldn't even finish his sentence.

"You fell asleep, honey." She told him, rubbing a little faster, "So, I finished your bath and got you all nice and clean, and I'm about to get you ready for bed."

Looking around himself, the fox could see he was being wrapped by a fluffy towel, his entire body wrapped up, the fluffy material warming his cold fur.

"Now, you stay here, while I get your clothes ready, okay?"

"O-okay."

As Cassie walked away to the clothes cabinet, Jamie couldn't help but stare at her rear as it swayed, and his cock twitched, making him groan.

And as if by magic, she turned around when he looked at the meaty butt again, smiling.

"I saw that~" The dragoness teased.

Jamie's ears folded, blushing.

"I don't mind." She told him. "Go ahead and look at my bum-bum. I'm a mommy, so it's a mommy's job to take care of their child's needs."

Jamie smiled and giggled at that.

He wasn't sure why, but the idea of looking at her body was so much better when she was okay with it. He wasn't a pervert by any means, but the fact she not only allowed it, but even encouraged it, made him feel a bit more confident about himself.

And it wasn't long before he realized why.

"Okay." She said, pulling a large diaper out. "This will feel a little strange at first, but you'll be fine."

It was a normal, white diaper, the only difference being the size.

Rather than one suited for a baby, the fox's new mommy pulled out one that was obviously designed for someone like him.

The idea of wearing a diaper should have embarrassed him, or made him feel humiliated, but somehow, it didn't.

His new mommy was going to put it on him, and she was going to take care of him.

Once more, he didn't even think of fighting back when she spread his legs for him, sprinkling a generous amount of baby powder all over his cock, balls, and taint.

He had never felt anything like it before.

The powder was so light, and soft, and cold, and felt so amazing.

She was thorough, covering every inch of his lower half, her claws rubbing the powder in.

She then took the diaper and pulled the front up, tucking his member and balls into the padding. It was a little hard to do, with him BEING so hard, but she managed, taping the sides shut and patting his belly.

"There we go!" She announced, sounding very proud of her work. "Isn't that comfy?"

Jamie looked down at the padding around his crotch.

If there was any sense of humiliation left in his mind, it wasn't being loud enough to stop him.

He smiled. "Yeah."

"Good." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Now, let's get you dressed."

With the same tenderness and care, Cassie pulled out a large, bright pink onesie, with the image of a flower on the front.

Clearly, it was made for girls, but neither Cassie nor Jamie really cared about that. It was so cute, and mommy wanted him to wear it, so that meant he had to.

Without another word, his mommy gently guided him to stand up, and slid the onesie up his body, his arms sliding into the holes.

"I know." She told him, as he struggled a bit, "It's a little snug, but it'll keep you warm."

She then zipped it up, sealing the outfit, and she stepped back, smiling.

"Oooh, so adorable! What a cute baby puppy!"

Jamie blushed again, a little giggle coming out.

"Th-thank you, m-mommy."

The pink dragon smiled innocently, clearly as happy as he was.

"You're welcome, Jamie. Now then, ready for bed? You must be tired after the day you've had."

The fox nodded.

"Y-yes, mommy."

"Well, come along."

Cassie scooped the baby boy up, carrying him over to her own bed.

He could only imagine it was as comfortable as it looked, like everything else was.

It was big and soft, with pink sheets, and a few stuffed animals, including a large, plush, pink dragon, about as big as his own body.

Cassie set him down on the edge, and turned around to something next to the bed that Jamie missed before.

A fireplace was built into the wall, and Cassie was currently adding something to the embers, getting the flame going.

"This will help keep you warm." She told him, and when the fire was going strong, she climbed up into the bed beside him, wrapping her arms around him and causing his head to look at the fire.

It was there that he saw something he hadn't expected.

His old clothes and armor, as well as his sword that he had come here with, were all in there, burning and melting into cinders in the pyre.

"Mommy doesn't want you wearing those dirty things or playing with those dangerous toys anymore." Cassie explained.

Jamie was speechless, watching his clothes burn away.

He should've been sad, or even angry, that his only clothes he had left were being burned, and his only means of self-defence were becoming nothing.

But he wasn't.

All he felt was happy, and warm.

And the longer he watched his belongings melt and burn away, the better he felt.

It was as if something had been removed from him, a weight that he didn't know he was carrying, and now that it was gone, he was free.

Like he was totally under her control.

And the more he thought about it, the better it felt.

"M-mommy, th-thank you." He stuttered, unable to take his eyes off the flames.

Cassie kissed his head, nuzzling him.

"You're welcome, Jamie. It was for the best."

"Yes, mommy." He agreed.

He was so grateful, so happy, so excited to be her baby, that he couldn't help himself.

It was then that the fox got an idea, to add to this new life.

"Um, m... Mommy?" He asked, his voice shaky, unsure if it was right to ask for something like this.

"Yes, dear?" She responded with her loving tone.

"Um, can, can I, uh... M-may I have... A spanking, p-please?"

Jamie expected her to be surprised, or maybe even a little weirded out.

That was supposed to be a punishment, not something you request.

"Ohhh, of course, baby boy."

Instead, his mother sounded absolutely delighted.

"Mommy loves to spank her babies, and her sweet, obedient son deserves a reward for being such a good boy."

Jamie didn't realize he had a smile on his face until the words "sweet, obedient son" were uttered.

"Now, come here."

His mommy laid back on the pillows, and gently lifted the fox and set him on her lap, his ass up in the air.

Unbuttoning the back end of his onesie and pulling his diaper down, his mommy exposed his bare bottom.

"Now, are you ready, Jamie?" Cassie asked sweetly, with a hint of genuine concern.

"Y-yes, mommy." He replied, bracing for impact

"Okay, here we go. Time to learn our numbers~"

She raised her claw.

*SMACK!*

"Ow!" Jamie cried out, the pain sharp and sudden, his ass stinging.

That hurt a lot more than he expected it to. Back at the training grounds, the apprentices that committed serious misdemeanors were given lashes for such misbehavior. Jamie was never one of those boys, but he could imagine that their burden felt similar to this.

"One, little foxy." His mommy told him.

"O-one." He repeated.

*SMACK!*

Jamie groaned loudly as another smack landed on his ass. Part of him wanted to say he regretted this already, but the lustful side was still winning.

"T-two."

"Yes, that's it, my clever little boy." She cooed encouragingly. "Mommy's so proud of you."

*SMACK!*

"Augh! O-o-ow!" He cried, the stinging sensation even worse than before.

"What number is that?"

"Th-three."

*SMACK!*

Jamie whimpered, biting his lip.

"F-f-four." The helpless fox whimpered, on the verge of tears once more.

"Very good, baby." His mommy cooed, her voice sounding proud.

*SMACK!*

He was crying again. Tears were forming in his eyes, but the pain wasn't stopping.

"O-ow! Five." He cried.

"Are you alright, my sweet?" She asked, sounding concerned. "Do you need a break?"

"N-no." He told her, sniffling as the tears fell onto the bed. "I'm f-fine. Six."

*SMACK!*

Another cry of pain rang out.

"Se-seven."

"Very good, honey." She said, her claws moving over his rump. "Just three more, okay?"

*SMACK!*

His mother had put a lot more force into that one, and his butt was stinging badly, the poor fox's eyes shut tight.

"E-eight."

*SMACK!*

"O-ow!"

Jamie was now a blubbering mess. His cheeks were tear-stained, and his eyes were red.

"I-it h-hurts!" He sobbed, feeling the pain shooting through his rear, the burning sensation making him shake.

"Shh, shh, I know, baby." Cassie cooed, sounding a bit remorseful.

*SMACK!*

"AAAAAUGH! OW! TEN!"

His mommy stopped for a moment, stroking his back, while the boy's sobs grew louder.

He was grateful to be given a moment's respite from the punishment he asked for, but he wasn't aware that she had more in store for him.

"Uh-oh..." She stated, bringing a claw to her mouth playfully. "We missed a number!"

Jamie blinked through the tears, confused.

"W-we did?"

"Yes." His mommy replied, sounding a little sad. "You counted eight and ten, but not nine."

She reached her free claw over and gave his rump a playful tap.

"And that means... We need to start over."

The fox's eyes widened.

"Wh-what?!"

"I'm sorry, honey." She told him, sounding legitimately apologetic. "But rules are rules. Let mommy teach you the numbers, all the way up to ten. Alright?"

He wasn't really given much choice in the matter, so all Jamie could do was nod, and accept his fate.

"O-okay."

"Good boy." She cooed, bringing her claw back to aim at his red-hot, sore bottom.

*SMACK!*

Jamie yelped out, feeling his cock throb between his legs.

"One~" Cassie sang sweetly, ignoring his yelp of agony.

*SMACK!*

Jamie gritted his teeth. The pain was growing stronger, and his dick was getting harder, the pleasure mixing in.

"Two~"

*SMACK!*

His mommy's claws were leaving vicious red marks on his poor bottom, almost like marking her territory.

Jamie was starting to get used to the pain.

"Three~"

*SMACK!*

By the fourth time, he was moaning loudly, and his cock was fully erect, his pre-cum staining his mother's bedsheets.

"Four~"

*SMACK!*

He was squirming under the blows, and his balls were tightening.

"Five~"

*SMACK!*

Things were getting blurry by this point.

"Six~"

*SMACK!*

At this point, the only thing Jamie could do was beg.

"P-please, mommy!" He cried, his voice muffled.

"Seven~"

*SMACK!

"Eight~"

*SMACK!

Jamie had tears in his eyes, wanting to bury his face into a pillow.

"Nine~"

The dragoness clearly had no problem with his suffering. At least this one would be the last this time.

*SMACK!

"AAAAAOOOOOWWW!!!"

"TEN~!"

With a final, powerful blow, Jamie lifted his head up from the pain, crying out at the top of his lungs.

It took a few seconds for him to realize that the blows had stopped, and that his mommy was rubbing his bottom again.

"There we go." She cooed softly. "Mommy's proud of you."

"Y-y-yay." Was all Jamie could manage, the pain in his bottom finally fading, leaving the boy exhausted.

"Ohh, my poor baby." The sweet dragon told him, hugging his body against hers. "It's alright, it's over now. I'm here, mommy's got you."

As if on instinct, the fox buried his face into his mother's breasts, and wrapped his arms around her, the pain being replaced with warmth and comfort... Though the pain was definitely still there.

Lying down from her sitting position, Cassie brought herself and Jamie down onto the bed to relax, her arms wrapped around her precious boy, and gently rubbed his sore bum, her claws soft and comforting, making the pain ease up a little.

"Mommy's here." She cooed, kissing his cheek, her wings wrapping around him.

He couldn't help it. His eyes were watering up again, and the tears came back.

"Mommy..."

He couldn't say much else, his words turning into muffled sobs, burying his face deeper into her generous cleavage.

"There there, sweetie." She said, her voice so soft and warm. "My poor baby, let it out. I'm here for you, Jamie. Let mommy take care of everything."

All that crying had made his throat pretty dry, and luckily for him, mommy was happy to provide the remedy for that, as well as get him ready for bed.

She reached her free claw down to her chest, and pulled her breast up, offering her nipple.

"Come on, little puppy." She encouraged him, her voice sweet and loving, guiding his head to the giant breast with her claw.

The fox had no idea what to do, but the temptation was too great, and the instinct too strong.

He leaned in, wrapping his lips around her teat, and started sucking.

Just as he expected, her milk tasted divine.

"There you go~" Cassie cooed, hugging him close, letting her baby drink his fill.

She stroked his head with one claw, and reached down with the other to gently rub his still-hard member.

"Drink up, sweetheart." She told him. "Mommy loves you so, so, so much. You're such a good boy. You're mine, now."

He felt his balls tensing up. He knew what she was saying was true, and there was nothing he could do about it, even if he wanted to.

But that didn't matter, because the truth was, he didn't.

His mommy was amazing, her room was amazing, the bath was amazing, her milk was amazing and the warmth was amazing.

"Now then, once upon a time, there was a brave knight, and he went on an adventure to stop a beautiful dragon."

Jamie listened intently, as his mommy told him a bedtime story.

"The knight was a very clever and skilled boy, and he was able to beat all the monsters he came across, until he reached the dragon. The dragon was so powerful, and so evil, that none of the men from his land had ever beaten her, and he wanted to find out why."

Jamie was getting a bit nervous. Not only because of the concept of the story itself, but also how similar it was to his original quest. And it made him think about what the reaction would be, if word of his surrender to this sweet, motherly beast.

He would've been chastised, forever seen as the weak-willed traitor who gave himself over to this bliss without a fight, and nobody would be proud of him.

And because of these thoughts, he was starting to grow scared. What would happen to him, without mommy? What kind of dangers awaited him, if he chose to run away? What would Georgette do to him, if he survived reaching her? What's going to happen to his village once it's under her control?

These thoughts were tormenting him, and he only sought comfort. Comfort only his new mommy could give him.

"But, when he got there, the dragon wasn't a horrible beast, but a beautiful, kind, sweet, and loving dragoness."

She was smiling widely, looking into his eyes.

"And the knight realised that she knew much better than him, because she was so beautiful and smart. She showed him that boys think with their winkies, and girls think with their brains. So he gave himself to her, letting her make all the hard decisions in his life for him, and they both lived..."

Jamie was getting close to blowing his load just as she had finished the story, like she planned.

"Happily..."

It was getting closer. Only moments now.

"Ever..."

Any second now.

"After!"

Jamie pulled his mouth off her breast, and screamed as he unloaded into her hand, both it and the diaper getting drenched.

"Good boy!" She cheered, giving his member a few pumps, letting him finish. "That was perfect! I'm so proud of you!"

He couldn't answer her. The fox was too tired, too broken, too scared and too enamored with his new mommy to even think of anything else.

He now knew she was right. He was just a horny boy, and she was a smart girl. His winky was making all the decisions for him; he just didn't realise it until now, without mommy's gentle guidance of showing him right from wrong.

And he didn't care.

His body was spent; the orgasm, the crying and the spanking had taken a lot out of him, and all he wanted to do was sleep, with mommy's love and warmth surrounding him.

And, as if sensing his need, his mommy was more than willing to oblige.

She kissed his cheek again, holding his body close and letting him drift off to sleep at last.

"Good night, Jamie." She said, nuzzling his cheek. "Sleep well."

His new mommy's loving embrace, combined with the warmth and softness of her bosom, was more than enough to send him off, and he closed his eyes, a small smile on his face.

As the young fox drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, he couldn't help but wonder if this was how his own mother had taken care of him. If she had spoiled him like this, he'd probably never have tried to become a paladin in the first place, ergo wouldn't have met his new mommy.

So as far as he was concerned, things had worked out perfectly.

As Cassie held her baby boy, a smug smirk spread across her face.

Jamie, the "knight", was now a total wreck.

His clothes and armor had been burned, his sword was melted into slag, his mind had been broken and he was helpless without her.

The village's only hope was done for, and all because of hers.

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When morning came around, Jamie's eyes slowly opened, the sunlight shining in.

He looked up, finding his new mommy was watching him, smiling widely.

"Good morning, Jamie!" She chimed, gently hugging him. "Sleep well?"

The fox smiled and tried to answer, but was surprised to find something in his mouth, blocking it from opening.

"Mmmm?"

"Oh, your paci." She cooed, stroking his head gently. "Sorry, sweetie. But I'm afraid you can't take it out; only I can. It's just so you don't lose it, and you can't make a fuss while it's in your mouth. Isn't that wonderful? I know you love it."

Jamie wasn't sure why, but her explanation made a lot of sense.

It made sense to have a pacifier in his mouth, because mommy knew best, and she only did what was best for him.

"Anyway, mommy's got a surprise!" The pink dragoness announced with glee, looking ahead in front of her. "Look who's here to see you!"

Jamie looked ahead of them to see what his mommy was talking about, and was met with a sight that made him gasp.

Kneeling on the bed, right on front of him, no less, was his village's enemy. The poodle he had been sent out to stop: Georgette.

She was still wearing a fancy dress and jewelry, casually looking smug at him in front of her.

No wonder why; he was dressed like a baby and without his weapon and armor; hardly a threatening image of a mighty paladin-in-training.

Jamie tried to say something, but the pacifier prevented him.

"So, this is the boy you're talking about, is it?" The evil canine asked, staring at the fox.

Jamie felt his cock stiffen a bit, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Oh yes!" His mommy nodded, a wide smile on her muzzle. "Isn't he adorable? And look, he's got a woody!"

"Yes, I can see that." Georgette smirked, looking at the bulge in his diaper with a wicked laugh. "A real charmer, isn't he?"

The arctic fox could only blush some more, looking and feeling more pathetic than he ever had in his whole life.

It didn't help when Georgette pinched his cheek, her claws sharp and her touch cold.

"Tell me, fox..." The dog began, leaning in. "Are you enjoying yourself? Are you glad you gave yourself up, and gave your village to me?"

Jamie had to think about this. Was he happy? Well, yes, of course, being his mommy's baby was a dream come true, and she was so sweet and loving, he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

But, did he want his village to fall? For Georgette to enslave everyone he knew and cared about? To possibly never see them again?

... Did it matter?

It wasn't like he could help them now, anyway. He had failed his mission, and had been captured.

Even if he did manage to escape, what would he do? Run back home, and try to fight Georgette's army of dinosaurs, snakes, dragons and who knows what else?

He wouldn't last a minute.

Even if he did, and he miraculously succeeded in stopping the canine overlord, what then?

The town would find out his secret, about his mommy and his surrender. He wouldn't be a hero; he'd just be mocked and ridiculed for the rest of his life, and even after he was dead.

So, the fox nodded to her question, earning an evil snicker from the beautiful villainess.

"Aww, such an honest little puppy~" She cooed, patting his head, her voice oozing with sarcasm. "You're just adorable."

Jamie didn't really know what was happening, but he could tell that this feeling of victory she was feeling was also good news for his new mommy. And that was good for him.

"Hmmm... You know what?" She pondered with a vicious grin. "I think... You're a ticklish little fox, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm!" Jamie replied, shaking his head and struggling a bit.

"Aww, you are?" His mommy cooed.

Georgette was snickering at his helplessness, looking like she already had an idea in mind for him.

Before Jamie could make a move to defend himself, he felt his wrists gently being grasped by Cassie, lifting them up to expose his ribs and armpits.

"Now now, no fighting. Just let Miss Georgette play with you~" She told him, hugging his arms into her breasts.

Jamie was already panicking, squirming and squealing as best he could, but the pacifier in his mouth was doing a pretty good job of muffling his protests.

With a wicked snicker, the poodle teasingly slowly unzipped his onesie, exposing his chest.

She took her claw and pressed it down, rubbing the side of his stomach.

Within milliseconds, her well-filed nails were driving the poor fox crazy with laughter and squirms.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" Georgette sang, wiggling her claw back and forth.

Jamie's muffled cries and laughs filled the room, his face turning red.

"Aww, isn't he cute, Georgette?" Cassie asked the other woman, holding Jamie's arms tightly to prevent him from escaping.

"Adorable." Georgette grinned, watching the fox struggle, a giggle leaving her lips. "Coochie coochie coo~"

As she teased his stomach, the gorgeous poodle took her other hand and began tickling his ribs, making Jamie shriek and buck wildly, his struggles growing stronger, and his cries growing louder.

"Nuh-uh, baby boy." Cassie told him, her tone playful but still stern. "Mommy knows what's best for you, and what's best is for you to get tickled by Miss Georgette~"

Jamie's mind was racing. His body was trying to escape, but his mommy said this was what was best for him, so he had to believe her.

It didn't stop him from trying, though. He struggled, kicking his legs, and wiggling his torso, trying to escape the torment.

But Georgette and his mommy's grip was too strong.

"MMMHMMMM!!! NNNGHHH!!!"

Jamie could barely think, let alone form words. All he could do was beg through his pacifier, hoping the women would stop soon.

"Awww, he likes it!" Cassie giggled, the pink dragoness clearly enjoying herself.

"Oh, I know." Georgette purred, her grin widening.

The evil canine leaned in and began blowing a raspberry into the fox's belly, which only made him squeal even more.

Of all the ways to be humiliated, this was certainly one of the worst, and Jamie could only think of one thing.

This was what he deserved.

He had given up. He had failed his quest. He had surrendered. He was a traitor to his village.

And his reward was being tickled and teased by a pair of beautiful, cruel, sadistic women.

He couldn't blame them for this. They were doing it because they were having fun, and his body was responding to it.

Even the tears rolling down his cheeks, the sweat on his forehead and his penis poking his diaper were from the same reason.

He deserved this, and wanted no sympathy.

"Oh, you poor little baby." Georgette cooed, pulling her mouth off of his stomach and letting him breathe. "You're such a good boy."

As the poodle's claws went to tickle his armpits, the fox could only let out a desperate whimper.

"Awww, does the wittle baby wike that?" Georgette asked, her voice a mocking baby-talk. "Does wittwe baby wike being a tickle-toy? Does he?"

The poor fox could only whimper again, nodding his head, tears staining his fur.

"Aww, yes he does! Doesn't he?" Cassie added, giggling.

The arctic canine nodded, his body trembling from the tickles, his member throbbing and twitching under his padding.

"And does the wittle baby have a wittle winky-woo?" Georgette asked him, a wicked grin on her muzzle.

Jamie blushed and nodded, his body growing warm from the question.

That made sense; of course babies had small winkies.

And since he was a baby, his winky would stay small, just like mommy said it would.

"Well, let's take a look, shall we?" The poodle chuckled.

In one quick motion, she pulled his diaper down, his erect cock standing straight up.

As soon as it was standing free and within sight, Georgette let out a loud laugh, a look of disbelief on her face.

"Ahahahahahahha!! You really ARE a baby, aren't you?!?"

Jamie's face burned bright red.

"Oh, my goodness!" She added, her voice sounding like she was trying to sound serious, but couldn't help but laugh. "That's tiny!"

Jamie couldn't respond, even if his mouth wasn't blocked by the paci. He was humiliated.

"It's sooo small!" The evil dog continued, unable to contain her laughter as she continued tickling his helpless body.

His mommy couldn't resist a chuckle of her own, and Jamie had no way of hiding it.

"What are you going to use that for? A toothpick?!" Georgette continued to mock, a huge grin on her face.

Jamie's stomach was hurting as much as his pride, and the poor boy felt like he was going to burst, from both tears and laughter.

Finally, after a few more moments of torture, the poodle relented and sat up, taking a deep breath.

"Wow, you're a fun one, aren't you, fox?"

The boy couldn't respond. He was a panting mess in his mommy's lap.

"I could keep going, but I'm afraid I have other plans." She continued, getting off the bed and looking back at the poor fox, her dress swaying. "But don't worry, I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. Maybe your mommy will be kind enough to share, when she's done playing with you."

She then turned and walked away, the door slamming shut.

"Good boy, Jamie!" Cassie praised, looking down at her baby boy. "Miss Georgette actually played with you! You're so lucky!"

Her baby looked up at her, panting, and smiled weakly.

He didn't feel lucky, right away. Rather, he felt exhausted, humiliated, and a disgrace to his kind.

But his mommy said it was lucky, and his mommy knew best, so he had to be lucky.

In time, he'd learn to instinctively follow her words without the need for his brain.

Just like mommy said last night, boys think with their winkies; only girls thought with their brains.

So, that meant the girls were the smart ones, and the boys were the stupid ones. That made sense, since his mommy was so much smarter than him.

Cassie, clearly proud of her new baby boy, kissed him on the cheek and hugged him into her generous chest again, stroking his head affectionately.

"Come on, let's get you some breakfast." She suggested, picking him up and carrying him to the large playroom-style table. "And when we've finished, I'll give you another spanking, before we get you dressed. Then we can show you off to the rest of the girls~"

Jamie's face burned with a bright blush at her suggestion.

He couldn't explain it, but the idea of getting another spanking made him a little excited. His butt was still sore after last night's, but knowing it was going to get worse made him smile behind his pacifier.

And even better, he could let the other girls in the tower see him, laugh at him and make fun of him, too.

This was going to be a wonderful life.

BAD END 3: ADOPTED