Werewolves & Vampires AB/DL 2: The Werewolves' Pup

By A.B.Darling Little

Ella has proven time and time again that she's incapable of taking care of herself. She's eighteen-years-old and her parents at their wit's end with her. She has been getting in trouble at school, breaking things and picking fights with her classmates.

Her latest deed of delinquency is the last straw. She is caught with a man twice her age in the backseat of his convertible in broad daylight. To make matter's worse, he is a werewolf in the middle of his rut, which means he had taken her with his knot! It's a scandal that even her family's wealth can't hide.

Ella is sent to a Therapy Home operated by werewolves. There, she will be trained to become the perfect pup for a werewolf pack. She is bundled up in a onesie with nothing but an adult diaper strapped to her and a dummy in her mouth. She’s going to have to get used to their easy touches and strong holds. And she’s going to have to get used to being pushed to her limit and filled in all her holes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fanciful Erotica
• Release date: Mar 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463070475

Book preview

Warning:

This steamy short story contains age regression roleplay with an eighteen-year-old young woman court-ordered to wearing and using a diaper and being filled by her caretaker 'Daddies' (unrelated to her). It also contains scenes of humiliation, and double penetration.

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JUST A BITE, BABY. Come on, he murmurs, stroking her cheek and trying to nudge her closed lips with the spoon.

She scowls and turns her head away. She had accidentally tasted the thing in the bowl earlier and it was vile. No, she says, eyeing the spoonful of mush that looks like dirt, but he insists is some sort of protein mix. She stopped trying to eat it the moment he said that. She pushes his hand away when he smears a bit of food around her lips.

He sighs softly, sitting back and putting the spoon into the bowl.

As hungry as she is, she isn't going to eat something unless she knows what it is. I'm vegetarian, she lies through her teeth, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest.

Werewolf pups can't be vegetarian, baby, he says and replaces the pacifier into her mouth to keep her from talking. He had been trying to get her to eat for the pat five minutes and she can tell he's getting annoyed.

She grimaces when he stands, thinking he's going to hurt her. Instead, he heads towards the cupboards and grabs a tin of what looks like baby formula and milk. She watches as he mixes up the powder and pours bubbling hot water in it. Then, he adds cool water to get it to the right temperature. Her eyes widen when she realizes where he's going with this. He screws the top on and she sees the teat on the tip.

Carefully, he sets the bottle on the table and lifts her into his arms, settling her on his lap with one arm around her torso to keep her hands pinned to her sides.

Open, baby, he says.

She pinches her lips together and shakes her head rapidly as the bottle's teat presses against her clothes lips.

You need to eat something, he pleads. We don't want you to get sick.

She struggles a little more. She's not a baby. She doesn't need to be fed from a bottle.

Don't make me do this the hard way.

She hesitates for a second and that's all he needs to push the teat of the bottle past her lips. He holds it there and she has no choice but to close her lips around it.

It's tasty, baby. Come on. Drink up for Daddy and be a good girl. Her handsome captor gives a noncommittal hum and seems to consider his options for a moment before deciding to squeeze her nose close. Unable to inhale with her nose blocked, she takes a breath through her mouth instead and inadvertently suckles the teat. He takes the opportunity in stride, giving the bottle a slight squeeze and forcing a shot of warm liquid down her throat.

She doesn't choke on it, as she thought she would. It's smooth and creamy and coats her tongue with a taste that is equal part addictive and delicious, like milk with a light hint of caramel and coffee. The creamy substance leaves her wanting more. Her stomach grumbles and she begins to suck to get more of it into her mouth, biting the teat a little when the amount isn't satisfactory.

That's it, baby. Yum yum. Keep drinking. That's a good girl, he coos. Isn't that yummy, baby girl?

She nods despite herself and continues to suckle the milk, humming happily at the taste as she swallows mouthful after mouthful. He holds her comfortably until she finishes every drop of milk in the bottle and she is suckling at an empty bottle, the sound of her trying to get every drop loud in the room.

When he pulls the bottle away, she makes a disgruntled noise and chases after it, leaning forward to try and get it back.

I'll give you another later, darling, he promises, putting the empty bottle on the table.

Then, he shifts her until she's draped over his chest with her arms around his neck. He pats her back rhythmically until she burps. It's so humiliating that tears are in her eyes again, but he just keeps praises her as he snuggles her in his lap and puts the pacifier back in her mouth. She's too stunned and tearful to resist. She begins to suckle the pacifier in her mouth in earnest, finding comfort in the action.

Prologue

OH, OH GOD, SHE GASPS, legs wrapped around her older lover's head as he licks between her legs, the flat of tongue rough and perfect.

The bright sun glares down on their bare skin and she has a second of shame at doing this in broad daylight with the possibility of someone catching them in the act, but she can hardly help herself.

They had just finished having breakfast and he started feeling her up in the car, rubbing his big hands up and down her thigh, occasionally brushing against her heat with his index finger.

She had just turned eighteen yesterday and John promised to take her virginity. John is a deliciously hot older man who owns half the laundry shops in town. He's not as rich as her parents but he spends lots of time with her and keeps her company when her parents are too busy working. Her parents are stupid rich to the point where she knows all her friends are only spending time with her because of that.

They're also the only non-shifter family for miles, so being her friend is kind of like having an exotic pet or something. She hates everything about it and wishes they could just move into a non-shifter community.

Her parents make their millions selling products that are made with shifters in mind, so moving away isn't an option. They have things from teething toys for children, specialized diets for vampires getting used to their new way of life, and fashionable clothes that stays on post-transformation.

They come up with new ideas on what to make every few weeks and are constantly kept busy.

She doesn't blame them for missing her birthday because she knows they have a huge project coming up, but she's still upset.

John the only one who bothered celebrating her birthday with her and after spending the night cuddling, he decided to take her out for a big breakfast with too much pancake and cake.

Right now, they're working on burning all the carbs from breakfast by doing some rather vigorous exercise in the parking lot in front of the restaurant. She wishes, not for the first time, that he owned a car that wasn't a convertible.

I don't- ah- I don't want to get caught, she gasps.

Doesn't matter, he says. Wolves do this all the time, he kisses the inside of her thigh, his voice husky and heavy with lust. When he looks up at her, the color of his eyes