Lullaby

by Wicked Lady

 

Hanasaki nervously sucked his thumb as he stood upon the rotten wooden porch of the ancient, creaking, haunted looking house. The house, which was the oldest in the area and a historical landmark, was surrounded by a heavy, wrought iron fence. The huge yard was full of yellow, unmowed grass and creaking, brittle, dead trees. One side of the lawn sloped down and gave way to a small, old cemetary, which bled into the spooky woods.

He shivered and felt a stream of warm urine flood his thick diapers. He sucked his thumb harder and pressed his front, pushing the pee up against him. His mother fussed with her mousy hair. She wore a nice sweater, trousers, and flats. Hanasaki wore his a yellow sweatsuit with a fuzzy yellow ducky on the shirt; underneath that was a green onesie, plastic pants, and diapers.

The heavy door creaked open, and two smiling old ladies greeted his mother.

"Susan! Glad you could come; it's so rare we get to have company" The firse one, who had a hooked nose, spoke.

"But, sister, this is America, a new place! Things won't be like in the old country." The second old lady was missing a few teeth.

"Gretchen! Inga! How are you? I wouldn't miss this for the world; it's so rare anyone new ever moves into the neighborhood, and I don't get out too often." She shot her son a dirty look.

The two old ladies laughed and ushered them into the house; it was chalk full of old relics from by gone centuries, and nearly everything except the furniture, which looked like it was often used, was coated in heavy layers of dust. They were led through many rooms until they came to the only somewhat dust free room in the house; the cluttered kitchen, which was only clean because it was used so frequently by the two ladies.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" The red haired girl from the park stood at the old fashioned sink, which was really deep and big. In the sink, clinging to the girl, was her younger companion. Her violet eyes were round with surprise as she sat naked in the warm water, her face pressed in between Oni's giant breasts.

"Mistress, you said we could have someone over for tea today-"

Oni growled, and Yugi pressed herself tighter against her. "I didn't know you meant her!"

"Mistress, please, you gave your permission already..."

Hanasaki whimpered, cowering behind his mother and almost biting on his thumb. Yugi saw him and giggled, nuzzling against Oni, whose growl slowly died down. "Fine. Don't let me catch either one of them slinking around here, or I'll eat both their hearts!" She snarled, her wickedly curved, long fangs gleaming, causing mother and son to shrink back, but the two old ladies guided them over to the small table. His mother sat down, her back to Oni, and they all chatted while Hanasaki sat on the floor at her feet, sucking his thumb and trying to push out his butt plug, keeping wary and curious eyes on the vampire duo.

Yugi shivered. "Sh, little one. You're water's getting cold." Oni murmurred, wrapping her arms around the small girl after running a soft wash cloth over her body to rinse off any lingering soap. She layed her on her back on a thick, fluffy towel on top of the counter.

Hanasaki gasped; the little girl's body was covered in massive burn scars, her skin pock marked and pink instead of soft and lily white. Her vagina was hairless, pieces of it missing. Oni saw the boy staring, and quickly moved in front of Yugi, blocking his view of her.

Oni dried Yugi off, liberally applied a potion of her own making, which was supposed to help heal the scarring. Over the centuries, it had helped a bit, but..... She growled softly, and Yugi smiled up at her, capturing one of her hands in her own smaller ones, her soft digits gently rubbing Oni's calloused ones. "It's alright." the little girl whispered.

"Angel....you're beautiful...." Oni said, kissing her pert nose, then crossing her ankles and lifting her legs up; she slid four really thick, soft cloth diapers under her small behind, liberally applied cream and powder, brought the diapers up between her legs and pinned them, slid a transluscent pink plastic panty over top of her diapers, put thick socks and thumbless mittens on her, followed by a fuzzy pink sleeper and another pair of mittens and socks, then cradled Yugi to her chest.

She walked out of the room, rocking Yugi gently as the girl yawned and fell asleep; she went into the living room and gently laid Yugi down in an old, white basinet, tucking several blankets about her snugly and putting a pink and purple pacifier in her mouth. The little vampire sucked on the rubber nipple, turning over a bit, her extremely bulky diaper crinkling loudly.

Oni smiled, turned, and went back into the kitchen. Hanasaki simply stared at the now empty sink, and the counter, on which Yugi's soiled diaper and dirty clothes sat. He stared up at her, his diapers crinkling as he turned around. He stared at her, sucking hard on his thumb, unable to get the image of the burnt skin out of his mind. What had happened to her? He shifted, rocking back a bit and accidentally forcing his butt plug further up into him.

As if she could read his mind, Oni leered at him. "Want to know what happened to her, do you?" She smirked, came over, and kneeled down, her beautiful, terrifying face close to his. His mother and the old ladies were still talking, as if they were in a seperate world. "Her parents poured oil on her, then set her on fire. She was a girl, and they had wanted a boy. She was fifteen when it happened."

Her smile grew at the look of horror on his face. "They almost succeded, too. But it takes alot more than that to kill a vampire. We are not as weak as you humans. Luckily, Yami had already changed her. However, her body still wasn't healed from the process......and...she's still healing."

"W-what happened to her parents?"

Oni's smirk lessened a bit, becoming one of self satisfaction than hatred. "I killed them. Sometimes, I still think I got bits of their bones stuck in my teeth." She shook her head, laughing at a private joke. "But that was several centuries ago-"

"Oni!" The red head stood up, staring in shock at the kitchen doorway. There stood a young boy, about her age, and nearly her height. He was slender, his skin the color of moonlight, and dark ruby eyes framed by thick, black lashes. He had one eyebrow pierced, a few piercings on his ears, his belly button pierced, and a tatoo on his lower back. He was thin; too thin. His ribs were outlined with every panting breath he drew, and he leaned heavily against the wall. One of his feet were flexed down and inward, giving him an awkward limp, like his foot was frozen that way. He wore nothing except thick, black socks, several incredibly thick, bulky cloth diapers and clear plastic pants. The front of his pants were yellow, and there was a small puddle of urine in the bottom, like he hadn't been changed for a while.

"Oni!" He cried out, holding out his arms to her as he limped over towards her. He took a couple of more steps before his bad ankle gave way and he fell; she swiftly caught him in her arms and held him against her, picking him up bride style.

"Yam! What are you doing out of bed?"

"I couldn't wait; you promised we were going to-to...you know..." Yam trailed off, blushing, and nuzzled her neck.

Oni smiled and sighed. " I did, didn't I? But you feel warm, and you haven't eaten anything today, have you? Inga made your favorite; raw filetmignon in a warm blood sauce."

Yam shook his head. "I wasn't very hungry...."

Oni sighed. "You never are. You need to learn to eat. Especially when you're not feeling good. You've been running a temperature this entire month; I don't like this new climate Yami picked out; it doesn't seem to be helping you any. And you won't get any better if you don't eat."

Yam just lay limp in her arms. She sighed and went into the living room, plopping down with a heavy thud on the antique couch, sending a cloud of dust everywhere. Some flew over the basinet, and Yugi, who was fast asleep, sneezed, a small trickle of urine unknowingly leaking into her diapers. She rolled over, burying herself further under the blankets.

  

  

  

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