“Enjoy your rest!”
“Ah, thank you. It's been far too hectic lately, it'll be nice to have some time to myself.” A white-furred hrothgar woman replied to the innkeep, giving her a cordial wave before walking down the pier.
“Phew. Finally.”
The door to the hrothgar's cabin shut, leaving the sounds of Tuliyollal's hustle and bustle to fade in the distance. The occupant happened to be Eorzea's very own Warrior of Light herself, the perpetually overworked Emmy Iristia. Her tail flicked back and forth impatiently as she dutifully set the lock on her door, hung a pair of chakrams from the hooks by them, and set a wrapped parcel on her table.
It was a long time coming, she thought to herself. A seemingly constant back-and-forth with her leatherworker friends between continents made what should have been a simple project spanning a week at most take the better part of a month. All that business in Solution Nine certainly put a damper on its progress as well.
But at last, it was finally complete. The fruits of their labor. She snipped the twine with a claw, and unveiled its contents. A rather puffy-looking garment, lined with soft fabric and covered in a leather outer shell. Fastening snaps adorned the front, and a solid loop provided ample space for her tail to slip through.
Unable to keep from making a low, rumbling purr, she set the custom-made subligar on her bed, and began to strip to her smallclothes, eager to don it for the first time.
But then, as it often does, fate had other plans for her. This one came as a knock on her door.
Cursing to herself under her breath, Emmy quickly slid her bed's covers to one side, covering her new garment.
“Just a moment!” She called out, nonchalantly slipping on a robe as she padded over to unlock and crack open her door.
Outside was a familiar, smiling face. Another hrothgar, tan-furred and muscular, awaited her. Wuk Lamat, one of the leaders of Tuliyollal, Emmy's travel companion for the recent past, and likely the pair both separately assumed that they had an unrequited crush on each other.
“Ah- Lamaty'i! Is there something you need?” Emmy cordially greeted her sister-in-arms. “I was just about to have a short nap, but-”
“Oh, just some company, really. I really haven't gotten to talk with you one-on-one for a while, so I had thought... well, it would be nice to. May I?”
“Well, I certainly won't turn down an offer like that,” Emmy replied with a grin. Just please don't sit on the bed, please please please don't sit on the oh gods damn it
Wuk Lamat leaned back in a stretch, paw narrowly avoiding Emmy's acquisition as she did so. Emmy quickly sat down next to her, hoping to keep her from noticing.
“Is everything all right? You seem a little nervous,” Wuk tilted her head as Emmy suddenly found it incredibly hard to feign a smile.
“No, no, I'm fine! It's just-” oh Twelve preserve me what am I doing “-I've been working on something, and just sent it back to some colleagues in Eorzea to get their input,” she weaved truth and falsehood as effortlessly as cloth and thread.
“Ah, I get it. Nerves from a big project? I've seen that with Koana more than a few times.” Wuk patted Emmy's hand reassuringly. “I'm sure it'll work out, so, don't worry about it!”
Emmy couldn't help but smile naturally, this time.
“Yeah, you're right. It'll be fine.” Emmy said, laying back across her bed with a soft fwump. Wuk gave one of her big, infectious grins as she laid back next to her, and- “Hm?” oh Thal take me now.
Wuk Lamat sat back up, digging Emmy's project from under the covers.
“What's this? A new pillow or something?” She asked, looking it over.
“A-ah... that's... well-” Emmy stammered, cheeks burning bright under her fur.
It took a few moments, but the spark of understanding flickered through Wuk Lamat's mind.
“It looks a lot like... a diaper?”
A soft groan from Emmy all but confirmed her suspicions.
“Is this... yours, Emmy?”
Another groan of acknowledgment, this one muffled as Emmy was currently burying her face in a pillow.
“Is it something you like?”
Another muffled confirmation came from under the pillow. Wuk Lamat gave a gentle smile, and picked up the pillow Emmy was hiding under.
“Well then, you're lucky your big strong Lamaty'i came along, aren't you?”
“Wh- huh?”
With a practiced hand, Wuk Lamat unfurled the diaper and slid it under Emmy's rear.
“L-Lamaty'i, wha-”
“Shh, it's okay, little one.” She gave Emmy's hair a reassuring stroke before returning to her loins, tugging off the white hrothgar's panties before folding the diaper over her, securing the snaps on it before turning her over to secure the tail strap.
In all the confusion, Emmy's thumb had found its way into her muzzle, and a soft rumbling purr vibrated through her body. Despite being the taller of the two women, Emmy was looking by far the smaller one at this point.
“Now then, isn't that all better?” Wuk Lamat asked, pulling Emmy into a strong but gentle hug.
Emmy gave a gentle nod, leaning her head against her friend.
“Fankoo, Lamaty'i...”
“You're welcome. And you're lucky I've always had a soft spot for little ones,” she grinned, giving Emmy's nose a playful boop.
The two shared a giggle before settling down for a nice nap together.
