The Gem

By Horatio Husky

Collaboration with Luca

The cave was pitch black and empty, save for the warm glow at the opposite ends of the chasm, where a pair of bright yellow eyes were slowly approaching.

Into the warm glow of a heap of treasure crept the scaly thief, the visage of an azure 

blue dragon coming into view.  His gaze was filled with the sight of the red gem that was in front of him, and he had to catch himself from drooling out of his maw, which had opened in anticipation.

The draconic burglar allowed himself a fiendish smile, a sense of deep satisfaction filling his insides as he reached for the gem, a brown bag in hand.

The treasure in question had been created for the new infant princess, as a magical charm to protect and care for her. 

Of course such a priceless object would no doubt catch a fancy price at any of the shadier pawn shops down in the southern kingdoms.

Reaching for it, the dragon’s gratification was suddenly replaced by a feeling as if his heart had dropped to his stomach.

He gasped, backing up from the gem as its soft glow suddenly turned into a flash of bright light.

Something lifted him up in the air, and the dragon began to thrash and struggle, yelling as loudly as he could until sparks and small flames started dancing around the edges of his maw.

“Hey let me go- MMMMPF!”

Suddenly, a round rubbery object was thrust into the dragon’s mouth, silencing all of his protests and even, to his surprise, extinguishing the flames that had begun to form in his mouth.

He glanced around himself, the misty cavern around him shifting and changing.  Before he even had a chance to attempt to flee he saw the ground beneath him turn into soft, pink carpeting.

He glanced back, and what looked like a comically large diaper changing station loomed several feet above his head.

He glanced down once more , and would have yelped had he not still been gagged by the

pacifier lodged in his mouth, for his clothing and armor had disappeared without a trace.

Several floating ghost hands materialized out of thin air in front of him, clutching various items such as a comically large pink diaper, a pair of mittens with little heart-shaped locks on them, and a onesie just his size  with, “Littlest Princess” written across the chest.

Several other hands materialized closer to him, gently grabbing him and lifting him up, he flailed around wildly, his yells muffled by the pacifier in his mouth.  With seemingly little effort they hoisted him onto his back, gently laying him in the plastic surface of the changing table.

The dragon could feel something tighten behind and around his head, and he reached a paw up to his face to realize that the pacifier had been buckled in place.

As he did so the hands swooped in on him, more of them materializing and grabbing him by the arms and legs as he continued to struggle against the ghostly apparitions. 

The oversized diaper opened up revealing a fluffy and soft looking interior.  The hands lifted his legs, and the azure dragon’s normally icey blue complexion turned stark red as the diaper was lowered underneath him, the hands settling his bottom down onto the soft, absorbent material. 

Making short work of the dragon thief, the hands set to powdering and applying generous amounts of diaper rash cream onto the dragon’s diaper area, the pink powder and purple cream practically coating him, as he could only watch helplessly while he whimpering into his pacifier gag.

The front of the diaper was raised up over him, and six tapes snuggly secured the diaper into place, spreading his legs apart from the sheer thickness of absorbent material inside of the diaper.  

Next, the dragon’s vision turned pink as the onesie was pulled over his head, which the floating hands took as a great distraction to simultaneously buckle the mittens on his hands.

Unable to wonder why on earth the gem’s magic came prepared to handle babies of all sizes, the dragon now hung in the air held up by the hands as a mirror poofed into existence in front of him.

The dragon brought his newly mittened paws up to his face in disbelief as he observed the ghost hands’ handiwork, his appearance now looking like that of a baby princess.

A single hand floated down gently above his head, depositing a golden tiara encrusted with jewels and gold on top of his head.

The dragon had indeed received the treasure he was after, but not in the form he was expecting. 

Reflexively he suckled on his pacifier a few times, feeling slightly ashamed from the comfort that it was giving him.

At last the hands lowered him to the ground, and the gem’s glow receded back to its original soft illumination as the dragon stumbled to remain on his feet.

He looked around the dark, lonely cave.  The dragon whimpered out loud as he unsuccessfully tried to bring his legs together, the diaper forcing him into a waddle as he meandered away from the gem towards the cave exit.

The dragon was not looking forward to having to find someone to help him out of his situation.  To make matters worse, the hatchling had suddenly developed and uncharacteristically urgent need to pee. 

The End~