Wrapped up in a soft, fluffy blanket, the fox girl stirred, groaning some in her young, soft voice. She stretched, yawning wide as the blanket slid off of her body. Her eyes barely opened, she was under the assumption that what had happened at the market must’ve been a dream. She brought one closed hand to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes, while the other reached towards her bedside table to grab her phone, to check what time it was.
Except, her arm hit against what felt like wooden bars. She fully opened her eyes, and saw that the bed was caged off entirely. She was in a crib! She panicked and looked at her body, tossing the fluffy blanket aside. Not only was she still a small child, she was wearing nothing but an overly poofy pink diaper! She then started to take a look at her surroundings, and her stomach dropped the more she realized what she had gotten herself into.
The crib was in a large nursery type room. Hanging above was a cute mobile with a moon, stars, and a rocket ship. The walls were light pink and blue with butterfly stickers all around. Near the crib, there was a changing table, with baby powder, wipes, and a package of diapers that matched the ones she was currently wearing. The floor was carpeted with a play mat that resembled a cartoonist town with buildings, roads, train tracks, and all along the floor stuffed animals and toys were strewn everywhere.
After a moment, the door started to open, and in came the same wolf girl she remembered kidnapping her from the market. Though now it was obvious she was part dragon, by the look of the wings on her back. How had she failed to notice them before she used her draconic magic? She had heard stories of the magical punishments that dragons inflict on those who cross them. She became filled with a mix of anger and dread. She was absolutely helpless. A literal baby, unable to hold her own against a dragon.
Though, her left arm was now properly bandaged up, dressed in sterile dressings, her outfit otherwise unchanged. The dragon-wolf - drolf? - approached the side of the crib, peeking in at the toddler, smiling gently. “Aww, looks like somebody’s finally awake~ Did you have a good nap time?”
She faced the much larger drolf, with a sour expression on her face, which would have looked intimidating had it not been for her current physical age. She then brought both her arms to cover her chest, realizing she was topless. “Where am I, what did you do to me, and why did you undress me?!”
The drolf let out a soft sigh, before smiling. “You’re in my nursery. It’s a place I like to bring bad and naughty little children to teach them how to be polite, and I simply used a spell to regress your body while keeping your mind in tact. And, no, I didn’t undress you. Your old clothes fell off of your new body, so instead I diapered you to cover you up.”
“And you left me bare chested so you can ogle my -” she stopped herself, realizing that she didn’t have much to cover up there, now that she was a kit.
The drolf giggled softly. “You have nothing to hide. Besides, I have no interest in kids that way. I have only wholesome intentions for you. If you are good for me during snack time, though, I’ll get you dressed.”
Before the small fox girl could argue, her stomach growled. She had been abducted during her lunch break, and was still quite hungry. She gave an exhausted sigh, resigning herself to play along, at least for now. “Fine, I guess I am hungry, but first” she pointed her small hand to the words on the wall. “how the hell did you know my name?”
The drolf smiled and picked up the kit, carrying her to the high-chair. “That was actually a coincidence. You know naughty overgrown brats that become grown ups without learning manners get called Karen too, right? This is my daycare to bring them back down to the fussy babies they are deep down, and raise them right before growing them up.” She then gently sat Karen down in the high chair, strapping her in and lowering the table. “So, what’s my little kit hungry for? Chicken nuggies, some sghetti and cheese, a juice bottle?”
“Um… I’m vegetarian.”
The drolf giggled. “Oh, I know. I saw the food you were fussing over with that bunny. A bit ironic you called him out for eating grass, hm? It’s veggie based nuggets, vegan cheese, and of course the juice is organic and sugar free. I just figured a small girl like yourself deserved a fittingly small meal.”
She pouted, then quietly said “Sghetti and cheese…”
“Good! Now be a good kit and sit tight for me while I go grab your lunch, okay?" With that, she started to walk out of the daycare.
“Wait! You know my name, isn’t it fair I know yours if you’re going to keep me prisoner here?”
The drolf stopped, turning around to face the kit, smiling softly. “My name is Alexandra, but you can call me mommy, nana, or auntie Fire. And this isn’t prison, it’s daycare sweetie. If you weren’t here, you WOULD be in grown up jail. You’re lucky I have influence with the city council and got the store to drop all charges, and that I’m willing to take care of you after this.” She raised her bandaged arm, the arm that the kit had bitten badly earlier. She then turned around and left the kit, leaving her alone for a moment.
Karen’s reality began to set in. Never before had one of her tantrums landed her any REAL consequences. She had thrown a fit in a store, insulted the cashier, acted truly like an entitled brat, destroyed a display stand, wasted food, and had assaulted the drolf. Sure, being kidnapped and turned into a young child was quite an unusual punishment, but she realized, if what she did got out, she could be fired from her cushy job, sent to jail, and have her life ruined! And despite having been attacked by her, Alexandra just wanted to help her be a better person…
“No, fuck all of that!”, she thought to herself. “This psychotic dragon mutt kidnapped me! I may be reduced to the size of a toddler, but I’m still smarter than she thinks! I can find a way out!” She looked around the floor, and saw that near the base of the high chair, mixed in with all of the toys on the floor, there was a cellphone. It was an older flip phone, but it looked to be both functional and turned on. She started to rock her chair back and forth, as hard as her small body was able. After a minute of this, the chair toppled over, along with her.
With a loud crash, the chair landed along its side, Karen inside it, her small body hitting the plush floor hard. If not for the thick, soft carpeting, she surely would have hurt herself quite a bit. But even such a big fall for such a small, frail child was quite a shock to her soft body. She lay still for a second, before something in her welled up, and she started to cry softly. Even through soft cries and whines, she manages to crawl her way towards the cell phone, picking it up.
From the other room, Alexandra flies back in, having heard the loud crash and the soft crying. “Oh, no, sweetie! You poor thing, let me help you!” She reached down to pick up the toddler, but she turned away, and began to quickly type in the numbers 9-1-1. But, with each button press, instead of hearing three button tones, she heard woof-baaaaa-baaaaa. She rubbed the tears out of her eyes, and saw that the very real cellphone she was holding moments ago had become a toy phone, with the number buttons showing pictures of little animals on them.
“W-what did you do? W-where’d the phone go?”
“Oh, sweetie, did you just want to play? I can let you play with the toy phone after lunch, okay?'' She picked up the kit in one arm, lifting the chair back to an upright position with her other arm, then sat her back down. She looked over the side where she fell, and saw she was slightly bruised and banged up. With a few soft words, the pain in the kit’s side subsided with a shimmer, similar to the magical shimmers that had turned her into a toddler. Then she wiped the tears out of Karen’s eyes. “There, there… No more tears now. Now, sit tight for a minute longer. Mommy’s almost done with making lunch.” And with that, the drolf was off again.
