The Plushie Dungeon Two!

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Ollie the Padded Knight

The smell of grass and dirt filed the knight’s nostrils, as he stirred himself awake. A familiar dampness between his legs was the first thing that greeted him and he opened his eyes briefly.

    Taking stock of his surroundings, he saw that he appeared to be back above ground in the forest. The sun was beginning to cast long shadows through the branches, so it must be some time before nightfall.

    Why does my head feel so… fuzzy…

    The knight shook his head, his armor clattering as he looked down at himself. He was clad in his normal suit of armor, except for his leg piece. 

    The sheep’s fluffy woolen coat and a slightly soggy diaper was the only protection his lower half had. 

    Looking closer at the diaper, noticing small lock symbols on the tapes that kept the padding secured snuggly around his waist. He attempted to paw at it with a gauntlet, but found that he could not quite get a grasp on it.

    Great… Now I have to find a healer to remove it, or worse ask a wizard… Ugh, I hope I have the coin for this.

    With a grunt, the sheep hefted himself into a sitting position and onto his feet. He looked around, seeing that he was not too far from the path and started heading towards it. 

    Silly gophers and their swirly eyes… I’m going to round up a band of knight brothers and maybe put his butt in a soggy diaper or two…

    As the knight grumbled under his breath, he saw the lights of an approaching village. Happy to at least get a gulp of mead or two into his gullet before he figured out his extra protection situation, he picked up his pace. 

    “Well, would you look at that, my knight in padded armour. This must be my lucky day!”

    Up ahead, the knight saw a band of warriors on top of horses. Coming closer, he saw they appeared to be wearing armour similar to his.

    “At last, some fellow knights.”

    One of the warriors raised their voices, a jeering tone came out as he called. 

    “Well, well, well! I think somebody got an update or two on their trousers! Your Mommy made you wait a few more years until you started adventuring?”

    The sheep knight halted, his armor clattering to a stop as he surveyed the knights before him. On mounted horseback he saw an otter, a grizzly bear, a weasel, and badger all sitting atop their noble steeds. 

    Peering closer at the stirrups of their various mounts, Ollie observed that they too appeared to be distinctly lacking in the leg armour department. 

    His curiosity rising, Ollie slapped on his best, brave smile and continued to approach the warriors in front of him.

    “Fine knights of the land, I come to you with the knowledge of a great beast that awaits in the forest who I am afraid to say has bested me. I call out to thee now to join arms and teach it a listen it will remember once and for all!”

    The badger gently kicked his heels, moving towards the sheep as he responded in a sing-song tone. 

    “Oh, I think the only lesson that needs to be given is on how to not crap your pants sir knight! It appears that you did not run away unscathed.”

    Joining in, the others began to circle him on their horses, calling out in turn their choice of mockery. 

    “Oh yeah, Mr. Big Britches here is definitely going to raise quite the stink in town.”

    “Look at those wooly legs, you could make a sweater out of them. I bet you don’t miss your old armour now that you’ve got round the clock cowardice protection, eh?”

    “Aww, it looks like the widdle guy had an accident on the way to town. Oh woe, who will change the poor sir knight into clean diapers?”

    Despite himself, Oliver found himself growing red in the face at their teasing admonishments. He was at a loss of words, watching as the various padded horsemen made fun of the very thing that united him to them. 

    Presumably they had all been victim to the gopher, had ridden back to town, and apparently were not too hasty when it came to parting with their padding. 

    Undeterred, Oliver continued to speak despite the continuous teasing from the knights.

    “My good men, it appears that the influence of the gopher has reached you as well. I call to thee to once again ride to his lair and vanquish the foe once and for all for our dignity and grace!”

    “The only dignity and grace you’re going to be demonstrating will droop from your backside for all to see, knight.”

    The badger got off of his horse, facing Oliver as the other three did the same. The horses trotted off towards the stables as Oliver was surrounded by all sides by the knights. 

    He looked around, weary at having to go into battle so soon after his encounter with the gopher. 

    “I mean thee no harm, jus-”

    But he was cut off as he was tackled from behind by the otter. The whily creature’s tail swung in the air as he maintained his balance, trying to wrestle the sheep down. 

    Oliver twisted, reaching back and grabbing the first tuft of fur he could get a grasp on. He pulled and hurled the otter into a nearby trough, the marine mammal spluttering as he became soaked, presumably his diaper gobbling up much of the water. 

    “Try fighting in those wet britches, fiend!”

    The wooly knight turned around, unsheathing his sword as he saw the weasel approach him with lightning speed. 

    The mustelid brandished a rapier, which Oliver quickly took into account as he parried and struck forward with his own broadsword.

    Speed was on the weasel’s side, and the mammal managed to snag one or two of the leather straps that held the sheep’s armor in place. 

    As his knee plate and shoulder plate clattered to the ground, Oliver kicked one of the pieces towards the weasel’s head. 

    He ducked, giving Oliver just enough time to close the distance between them and shove his shoulder into the weasel’s chest. 

    “Haha! You’ll have to try better than that if you wish to best Oliver the Wooly!”

    It was the badger’s turn, holding a bastard sword the same height as the knight himself he let out a blood-curdling shout of determination as he rushed towards the sheep. 

    Stepping to the side, Oliver managed to just barely side-step the badger’s first swing and close the distance once again. Taking the hilt of his blade, he grasped the sword by its blade in his gauntlets and battered the side of the badger’s helmet. 

    The mustelid grunted, staggering back a few steps and dropped his great sword. 

    “The lot of you couldn’t kill a deer, let alone a giant gopher! What is this, knight preschool?”

    Oliver shouted, as he turned around to immediately be tackled and forced onto his back by the grizzly bear.

    “Oof!”

    Oliver gasped as all of the air was pushed out of his lungs, effectively pinned by the grizzly bear. 

    “Alright lads, let’s make sure that gopher’s efforts weren’t in vain. Now who’s a good little sheepy brain baby, hmm? I think it’s you.”

As the various warriors picked themselves up, rubbing their bruises they approached the padded sheep laying before them.

    The badger approached from overhead, leaning down and gently tickling Oliver underneath the chin. Despite himself, Oliver reddened in the face as he found himself oddly comforted by the baby talk. 

    Some vestigial hypnotic traces from the gopher’s influence appeared to still be in play, and the knight found himself almost beginning to drool out of the side of his mouth. 

    “Maybe it’s a concussion, or maybe it’s a little lamb just wanting to be babied and kept in his diapers. Look at that, he’s practically drooling!”

    The weasel approached now, holding an almost comically large pacifier in his paw which he promptly popped into the sheep’s muzzle. 

Oliver could not help himself, the short amount of time spent sober between his brain being drained by the gopher and the knights babying him caused his mind to short circuit. Not that it took too much to do that normally, as Oliver was known as a rather stubborn knight. 

“B-beeh… Bwuh… Beeeeh!”

The sheep bleated, his eyes glossing over with a slight haze as he wriggled underneath the grizzly bear's pin.

“I think I don’t even have to hold the little tyke down anymore, look at him he’s completely wiped.”

The bear gathered himself back up to his full height, surveying the sheep who continued to lay on his back in utter helplessness.

“Look at the soggy little knight, we should take him back to the inn and stick him in the crib for now until he comes to. Then we’ll see about initiation. 

The four looked at each other with knowing eyes, slightly wicked smiles adorning their faces as the bear picked up and gently cradled the lamb in his arms. 

“Guh… Goo goo… Bwuuuuh…”

Oliver babbled nonsensically into his pacifier, snuggling up close against the bear’s warm fur as the other knights chittered amongst themselves.

“D’aww he’s a little cutie, didn’t take much to get you back into the little headspace huh sport? You’ll be lots of fun to keep padded I’m sure. So blushy when we mentioned your soggy diapers hanging off of your hips.”

The otter tottered up, still rubbing his sore tail as he reached inside of a pouch to retrieve what appeared to be a small gold pocket watch.

“This’ll keep yer occupied until we get you into something more comfortable.”

Oliver struggled lethargically, the grizzly bear having to readjust his grip as the overgrown tyke attempted one last time to escape. 

The otter held the device in front of the struggling knight’s muzzle, a small gold latch opening and revealing the interior of the locket. 

The wooly knight’s eyes began to glow pink, and his jaw slackened as the gazed into the depths of the open time piece. A small green glow emanated from the interior, and the grizzly bear took special care to not glance down even once. 

“There we go, it’s working.”

Chittered the weasel, walking up to the bear’s stride and gently squeezing the exposed padded rear of the captured knight with a paw.

“I think this might be our youngest brother, he looks like such a baby when he’s hypnotized.”

The badger barked out a laugh, leaning over to leer over the now slackened body of the half armoured knight. 

“Hope he won’t stink up the place too much, we might have to shear his wool and give him a bit of a haircut to keep him squeaky clean.”

    “He’ll be soft as a lamb if we do! I wonder if he’ll start suckling on his ears too if we get him close-shaved enough.”

    Oliver’s hoof had already wandered up his chest and into his muzzle, a small line of drool coming from the corner of his mouth as his eyes drooped, drifting off into a slumber as he continued to study the interior of the glowing locket. 

As the troupe walked towards the in, the back and forth motion of the bear’s amble caused Oliver’s eyes to flutter and close for the evening.

“Mmpf… bwuh bwoo…”

He continued to mumble, gently moving around in a half-hearted last attempt to escape.

    “Shh, there's a little sheep. We’ll get you strung up in a locking sleeper in no time, guess you won’t be needing that wizard’s spell for a little bit longer.”

The troupe entered the inn, the badger being the last to enter. Before closing the door, he glanced around checking if anybody had seen them. 

Satisfied, the badger slammed the door shut with another bark of laughter. 

Oliver was fast asleep. Dreaming of fields filled with stuffed dragons and doll princesses all of whom he was destined to change. After his change, that is.