DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh and all associated characters belong to their respective owners, not me. I only own the plot and original characters, i.e, the ones who aren't yugioh characters. The disclaimer stands for the entire story.

 

Lullaby

by Wicked Lady

 

A dry wind blew across the secluded, forlorn and rusted playground, the dry, shriveling leaves of autumn rustling on their dying branches and sweeping across the tall, yellowed grass and cracked cement.

Hanasaki sighed and shifted on the worn smooth and faded wooden sandbox edge. He scrunched up his face as his thick cloth diaper and plastic pants crinkled. His stomach rumbled again, and he shifted once more, face turning beat red as he tried to expel the butt plug his mother kept in him; she liked him to go regularly at certain times, and the plug kept him from messing himself in public. It was only removed at night, when she often left him sleep in a messy diaper, hoping that the awful smell and painful diaper rash would convince her son to don regular underwear again.

Once his stomach calmed down for the time being, and after he'd emptied a fresh stream of urine into the already wet diaper, crinkling his bottom around some more as he enjoyed the warm, wet feeling, he looked up at the setting sun. Summer was long gone, and the days were very short; at the end of this month, winter would start to creep in. Such a lonely, mournful time of year.....

Hanasaki shifted around some more, loving the way his diaper felt as he moved. He wore navey blue sweatpants, that, although a bit loose, couldn't hide his diapers one bit; neither could the matching sweatshirt and white onesie he wore under that. His mother saw to that. Although, that didn't matter now; he was the only kid on the playground. Actually, he was the only kid in this end of the neighborhood.

All of the other kids lived all the way across town; that end was the busy end, with houses packed closely together, and where people drove big, expensive cars. Hanasaki and his mother's neck of the woods were quite the opposite; it was very lonely and quiet around here. The houses were all a bit shabby, and very old; the newest ones were from the 1950's. Mostly quiet, elderly people lived here, with chipping fences and sputtering, old fashioned cars. The younger neighborhood patrons tended to be miserly and sour recluses, keeping to themselves.

Growing up in such a dismal, stale atmosphere, it was no wonder Hanasaki was the most picked on kid in school. He was very short for 16, and looked like he was 12; he was barely 4'7, with big, geeky glasses, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a skinny, scrawny body. He was tormented so much at school, that his mom making him wear diapers and occasionally baby clothes to school didn't inflict too much more harrassment upon him.

Hanasaki sighed and flipped some sand around, wishing he had a friend to play with......his stomach rumbled again. On second thought, he wished that his mom would call him inside, put him in his highchair, tie a bib around him, and feed him warm, mushy baby food then change his diaper, removing his butt plug and allowing him to soil himself, then she'd give him an enema to get him really good and cleaned out before replacing the plug.

Footsteps made him look up, gasping in surprise; no one ever came to this park, and at such a late hour! Around the uphill bend on the cemented path, just past the bushes that obscured the path from view, came one of the most gorgeous, sinister creatures Hanasaki had ever seen.

She had textured, coppery red hair, which was shot with natural streaks of gold and umber and flowed in thick waves down to the middle of her back. Her face was slightly rounded, and her pale skin had a fair amount of freckles. Her 5'3, curvacious body wore, despite the chilly air, a stiff, suede black halter top, which her double-d, creamy and lightly freckled breasts strained against, and low cut, dark blue flare jeans, which clung to her curvy hips that matched her breats, and of which a black velvet thong peeked out of. To top it off, she had on heavy black leather boots, clinking chains hung from her belt, a spiked collar was about her neck, with matching cuffs on her wrists, along with a ton of black gummy bracelets, and she had alot of piercings. Her eyebrow was pierced, both ears were littered with piercings, and she had a navel ring in the shape of a black onyx star.

This may have been a bit freaky, but what drew the boy's attention the most was the baby stroller she was pushing. It was a very, very old fashioned one; it looked like it dated back to the turn of the twentieth century! And it was big, too, a bit bigger than he thought one should be.

Soon as the girl, who looked to be about 19, rounded the bend and sensed him looking at her, she raised her head from it's bent position over the stroller. Hanasaki shivered, fear racing along his spine, and he really wet himself at the look in her eyes. Those burning emerald green eyes flecked with gold and framed by heavy lashes. There was no warmth and kindness in those eyes, in that soul.....only....only.......only a burning, deep-seated hatred and lust for blood.......

Hanasaki shook his head and looked back at the girl; she had walked straight past him, sitting on a park bench and fussing over the baby carriage. Maybe he'd just imagined it; his mother always chided him on his silly, childish, and overactive imagination.......

The girl pulled out a beaten, ancient looking, leather bound book from the old baby buggy and yawned, her thick, black lipstick covered lips parting to reveal a pierced tongue and large incisors that curved inward......fangs......a vampire.....but not just any vampire; instead of straight fangs, merely for puncturing, hers were curved for tearing and ripping....

The skinny, short boy whimpered and shuddered, filling his diaper even more. He looked down, waiting for the warm urine to leak out of the tight, extremely noisy plastic pants and spread over his sweatpants. He looked back up at the red haired girl; her mouth was closed, and she was reaching into the baby buggy.

Her arms, which were all lean muscle and sinew, picked up a fragile looking creature about his own size. The white and purple baby blankets fell back into the baby buggy as the girl leaned back against the bench, the wood creaking under her, and she cradled her bundle in her arms, snuggled against her big breasts. This creature had soft, ivory skin, a cherubic face and pert little nose, and an extremely light, slender and supple body. She sucked on a purple and white pacifier. Her dress was black and red plaid, with short, very puffy sleeves trimmed in lace, a square white bib also laced trimmed, a red belt around her waist, and lace on the hem of her dress and petticoats. Her short legs were encased in warm, bright red stalkings with black buckle shoes that had red and black bows on the tips, and a red ribbon was in her hair. Her dress was knee length, but it rode up to expose the overly frilly, bow bedecked pink rhumba panties and ridiculously thick diapers.

The fifteen year old girl sucked on her pacifier; her stomach rumbled, and she gave a soft cry. The red haired girl pulled the soother out then yanked down her halter top and strapless black bra, freeing one humungous breast; the little one yawned, exposing her sharp fangs, then latched onto the nipple and began to suck, drinking of the other's milk.

Hanasaki watched, mesmerized. He wished he could be breast fed, too! Or have a nice soother to suck on, like she did. And be pushed in a stroller, like she was. Twenty minutes later, the small angel stopped sucking; the red head re-captured her breast, placed the girl over her shoulder, and patted her back until she emitted a burp. The little one kissed the older one's cheek, her soft, pink lips still wet with her milk, then her binky was placed back in her mouth, her diaper checked, and she was then sent off to play with a gentle swat to her heavily, excessively diapered bottom.

The girl waddled, her legs splayed far apart due to her diapers, which crinkled loudly with every little move she made. She stumbled a couple of times, her small, shiny black shoes clicking over the cement as she toddled over to the sand box. On the way, she fell on her butt a couple of times, and cried until the girl put down her book, picked her up, rocked and soothed her, then set her back down.

Eventually, the little one managed to tottle over to the sand box and sat down, her large purple eyes gentle, friendly and kind. She have Hanasaki a shy, friendly little wave. He blushed and waved back, not used to any kind of friendly attention, and feeling a bit overwhelmed and excited by it all. Here she was, a beautiful, friendly young girl with the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen- they were violet, just like Elizabeth Taylor's!- and she wore diapers, just like him!

The girl giggled, shifting her tiny bottom in her diapers, which were so thick she could barely walk in them, and always had her legs spread because she couldn't bring them together. She reached for a pink shovel and began to play in the sand.

Hanasaki blushed a bit more. "H-hi." He stuttered shyly. She just looked up at him, smiled behind her pacifier, and giggled again. The breeze picked up a bit, and she shivered, then cried; the pierced girl snarled, letting out an agitated growl, slammed her book down and marched over, none-too gently forcing the little one into a black sweater, and the girl spit out her binky, which was attatched to her dress, and kissed the other's cheek; her face softened, loosing it's annoyance, and she went back to her book.

"I-I'm Hanasaki....n-nice to m-meet you....." He said, nervously extending his hand.

She giggled again. "I'm Yugi." She popped her thumb into her mouth and sucked on it, her big eyes shinning as she pointed to his crotch. Face beet red, he glanced down; his diaper had, indeed, leaked; his front was soaked, a big, dark wet spot steadily spreading out. His diaper had been wetter than he'd thought.

He blushed, glancing down in shame, then saw the wet sand in between her legs, and pointed. She pulled up the skirt of her dress a bit, her thick, pink diapers and very, very crinkly and frilly rhumba panties exposed for all to see. She'd wet her diaper, and she didn't even realize it. Yugi sat backwards, her diaper crinkling noisly at the slight movement, and a stinky smell filled the air. She'd messed herself, too, while she'd been fed, and the smell was now just starting.

Yugi sniffled, sucking hard on her thumb and whimpering, but the other girl showed no intention of moving; indeed, she gave them a cold glance, and turned another page in her book. Yugi sniffled a bit more, crying loudly.

Hanasaki bit his lip, uncertain, the reached behind him and offered her his sippy cup, which was half way filled with applejuice. Her eyes shot wide open, staring at him, then she smiled and slowly shook her head. "No, but thankyou anyway. I can't have anything other than Oni's breastmilk."

"Oh...." Hanasaki looked a bit sad, wondering if she just didn't like him. He put his juice and sippy cup down, then leaned foward, his diaper crinkling and more pee leaking out and whispered. "Please don't mind me asking, but......are-.are....are you vampires?"

Yugi's eyes got real wide as she listened to him, then she giggled, her very weak, non-working sphincter muscles letting more urine unknowingly leak out. Her thumb came out of her mouth as she laughed, a soft sound that sounded like the cooing of a dove, and her fangs were exposed between her petal soft, pink lips, then she put her pacifier in her mouth, smiled at him, and shrugged.

Hanasaki was trying to think over this when the tell-tale slapping of his mother's carpet slippers off the pavement preceded her; she rounded the bend, her thin, dyed blonde hair in curlers and her terry housecoat flapping in the breeze. "Hanasaki! You can't even keep yourself dry in diapers!" She yelled in disgust, seeing the huge wet spot on his pants. She grabbed him by his arm and yanked him out of the sandbox.

She caught sight of the little girl out of the corner of her eye. "Not another freak...." Yugi whimpered and cringed away, her diaper rustling loudly and more urine streaming out of her diaper and onto the sand. Hanasaki's mother sneered in distaste. "Looks like I'm not the only one who can't keep their brat potty trained. Damned kids...."

She stopped and automatically took a step back away from the low, menacing growl. The red head, Oni, had swiftly laid her book down and strode over to them. His mother was taller and beefier than her, but it was Oni whose stance was confident, and the low growl was issuing from her throat as she bent over and picked up Yugi, who held out her short, lily white arms up to her. Yugi buried her face in Oni's neck, clinging to her and sobbing. "Shh, angel, it's alright. Come on, we'll take you home, give you a bath, and get you into a nice, clean diaper, alright?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yugi sobbed over and over while Oni soothingly rubbed her back, then turned to glare at Hanasaki's mother, clutching Yugi tightly against her and taking two menacing steps towards them, her eyes narrowed and practically glowing with anger.

"I don't care how you treat your child, but you ever talk like that to Yugi again, and I'll rip you limb from limb." The woman trembled, somehow able to sense that this was no ordinary bluff or threat; this bolder than brass young woman literally meant it!

The mother smiled nervously, yanking her son behind her and taking small, very uneasy steps backwards. "I-I am d-deeply sor-ry... I-I didn't m-mean to-to-"

Oni snorted, causing Yugi to jump in her arms. Stroking the child's head, her glare turned into a wicked grin, her smile poisonous as she casually walked over, again closing the space between her and the boy's mother. "Of course you're sorry. And, of course, you're forgiven. We don't want to get off to a bad start. However....."

She took a few steps foward; Hanasaki and his mom took a few steps back. He clung to her, his bladder fully empty and his pants thoroughly soaked; he tried to hide in his mother's housecoat as Oni reached out and laid a hand upon his trembling head. Her fingernails were black, and they were thicker and sharper than a normal person's would be; they were more like claws instead of nails. Oni looked the boy's mother right in the eye. "However, one really, really should be more careful.....especially with their children; it isn't safe to let them go running around after sunset.......you never know what is lurking in the dark."

She chuckled evilly, then turned around, gathered her book into the stroller and, pushing it one handed while bouncing Yugi in her other arm, left the park. Hanasaki and his mom stood clinging to each other for a few seconds, quivering with fear; they both screamed and jumped when, as Oni passed them, she let out a low hiss, then laughed.

  

  

  

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