The Pure Baby Fox

Junko had no idea how she was in this situation. She had witnessed and suffered through the events, of course, but the end result was so utterly lunatic that even she, a former Lunarian, was out of words. That blasted sage, Eirin, traitor of the moon, had captured her, and now she was stuck in this bizarre mansion located in a thicket of bamboo so dense one could get lost in it forever. She tried to speak for what seemed like the hundredth time. Nothing came from her mouth, mainly because a large baby's pacifier was in it. She had tried to spit it out, but it would not budge due to the wards placed on it.

When she had come to, that rubber nipple was already caressing her tongue and she was lying groggily on her back. There were no chains tying her down, but her arms and legs felt like lead. She was only able of rolling over and readjusting herself. Her bed was a crib, the two wooden railings rising high above her head. And beneath her dress was an extremely thick diaper. It rustled when she made the slightest movement and was so thick that closing her legs was difficult. Eirin's plans were completely inscrutable—why did she dress Junko like a baby? The poor Divine Spirit was unable to do anything but seethe in anger, her leaden body unwilling to move. The pacifier's huge nipple filled her mouth, making it very hard to breathe except through her nose. She would not let Eirin win by sucking on the pacifier, so she forced herself to breathe nasally.

Her silence was broken by the grinding sound of a sliding door. Then footsteps clattered against the wooden floors until a figure peered over the rails of the crib: Reisen Udongein Inaba, the very moon rabbit who had defeated her. Junko's eyes furrowed in rage.

“Aw, is the baby awake?” Reisen smiled like a caring mother—an action which only made Junko clench her fists—and softly caressed the blond woman's cheek. “Good, I was wondering when you'd come to. You know, you were insanely difficult to beat back up on the moon. Even master was impressed at me.”

Junko said nothing. She only stared at Reisen with utterly pure loathing in her scarlet eyes.

Reisen giggled. “What's the matter, Juu-chan? You look really angry!”

“Mmmm! Hmmmpphhh!” Junko launched a verbal tirade against the rabbit, but her pacifier turned them into muffled nonsense.

Reisen beamed, her rapt eyes aglow. “Aaaaaw~! It's so cute when babies start trying to speak. I wish I could understand what you're saying, Juu-chan, but you're not a big girl. And judging from this--” Reisen reached down and grabbed the diaper through Junko's dress, making the girl whimper. Reisen squeezed the plush fabric a few times, feeling the plastic crinkle loudly, and ended with a few light pats. “--you're not gonna be a big girl for a while.”

Junko's face was an inferno as red as her eyes. She, a once-Lunarian, was now being babied by a fucking moon rabbit. The rabbits were the lowest of the low, nothing more than teeming mass in which even the most exemplary were barely noticeable to their Lunarian masters. Even if she hated the moon now, this was still a perversion of the social order she would not put up with...but what could she do? Her legs felt like lead, she could not speak, and her underwear was that of an infant. In anger she once again tried to move her body, pooling all of her strength, but even moving a single arm was beyond her. Her face strained, with closed eyes and a frown.

“Oh, is baby making a messy diaper? No?” Reisen felt down again, and felt nothing in Junko's diaper seat. “Aw, I guess she's just cwanky~” She was not normally one for cruel bullying, but she had remembered the onslaught of bullets and lasers she had to evade to get to Junko. Even with Eirin's time-altering drug it was a nearly impossible ordeal. She fought two of her once-comrades, a baku of the dream world, a Lunarian Goddess, and a fairy whose strength was patently absurd for her kind. After all this, she had to fight the girl in front of her, enduring ring after ring of hellish danmaku so close together it looked like an impenetrable wall. And yet she had succeeded. Who wouldn't feel a little boastful after all this, especially when her master captured the very girl who gave her hell? “Master says you shouldn't be angry, Juu-chan. Your rage will consume you. It's so very infantile—nothing but pure rage whose instigator eludes you. We just want you to relax...but I should probably get you some new clothes. Let's see here...”

Reisen lightly touched a few points of Junko's body, drawing out an arcane sigil. In a flash, Junko could move her limbs, though she was still much weaker. Nonetheless, she reveled in her new-found mobility...by immediately throwing a temper tantrum on the bed. Reisen just watched, giggling to herself as Junko wildly flailed her arms and legs, kicking the bed with non-stop thumps and banging against the railings, screaming behind her pacifier. She had abandoned words at this point, just howling like a toddler whose favorite toy had been taken away. Her diaper crinkled loudly from her constant flailing. Reisen couldn't help but start laughing at this point. Seeing the same woman who had just dueled her on the moon now throwing a massive tantrum was just too good to resist. Suddenly, she understood why Tewi loved to prank people and watch them breakdown.

“Baby's got a looooot of energy today, doesn't she? Alright, that's enough.” Reisen smacked Junko's head with a hard slap. Junko immediately stopped and rubbed it in pain, her cheeks bright-red. She was obviously ashamed at what she had just done. “Juu-chan, big girls don't throw tantrums like that.”

“Mmmmmmppphhh!”

“Don't you want to be a big girl, Juu-chan? Are you a big girl?”

Junko furrowed her brow again and growled lowly. “Grrrrrrr...”

Reisen's eyes lit up. “Ah! So is that a 'no'? Juu-chan's not a big girl, is she? I guess she's just a big overgrown toddler, huh? No wonder she wears such thick diapers, she's can't even use the bathroom!”

Junko quickly shook her head vigorously while mouthing behind her gag. “Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh!” Her face grew even redder, her eyes drooping submissively.”

“Well, you're going to have to prove it. Let's get you some new clothes.” Reisen lowered the railing and hoisted Junko up onto the bed in a sitting position. Junko tried to resist, but Reisen was currently much stronger. Then she took the pacifier out of Junko's mouth with a simple “pop!” The girl said nothing at first, dumbfounded by the gesture. “Where's some clothes for you...”

“What...wha!? I-I don't need new clothes! I want to know what's going on here right now?”

“Mmhmm. Well, master thinks a good old bit of regression therapy will get you to calm down. Your rage is ridiculous.” Reisen responded while digging through a drawer. “Now where did she put this...ah!” Reisen pulled out a black t-shirt with the words “WELCOME HELL” on it. “It's just like the shirt of your friend, Hecatia! Remember her? This'll be very cute on you.”

“Ah! Where's Hecatia? And I don't need that shirt!” Junko realized that if that was all she wore, her childish underwear, currently pressing on her butt, would be blatantly visible to anyone. Even the colors would contrast sharply. It felt like her face had been red more than often than not for the past hour.

Reisen strode over to the crib with a confident step and patted her on the shoulder, beaming. “Now now, baby, your friend is here too! I need to get you dressed though. This black dress is very pretty, but it's meant for a big girl and...” She patted the diaper yet again. “...you're not a big girl, right now, Juu-chan.”

“Y-yes I am...” Junko was at her limits. She was utterly powerless to stop this hare from walking all over her. Only a few days ago she had been hatching a plan to kill the nemesis who slayed her son. She had watched as the entire Lunarian society lost their minds and began to relocate. Now she was on this impure planet, a traitorous moon rabbit babying her, in a thick diaper and unable to do anything about. “Please...stop this...” Her eyes began to water with tears and her voice started to break up. “Please...UWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” The tears started to stream down her face. Junko bawled like a child, her cheeks slick with tears and her face burning so hot that she thought her tears would steam up.

Reisen embraced her with more warmth than she expected. Junko kept bawling into her clothes, Reisen's blazer darkening and sticking to her chest. Junko had never experienced this. The bodies of Lunarians were not cold or hot, but in their purity simply lacked temperature whatsoever. Reisen's body was so warm, so inviting. Junko gripped tightly to the blazer and pressed deep, like she was trying to get to the very core of Reisen's being. Was this...impurity? How could the Lunarians have rejected such loving warmth? “Uuuuuuu~...you're so warm...” Junko sniffled, her nose now stuffed from tears (another new feeling)

Reisen patted her back. “It's okay...the warmth of impurity amazed me too at first. When I ran from the Lunar war, I felt so alone, so sad. I had run away from my friends, my country, and into the very impure land I was told to hate. But I found master, and even though she sometimes is hard on me, she once hugged me like this, and I bawled into her clothes much like you have into my own. We're trying to help you, Juu-chan. Free this rage from you.”

Junko let go and looked deep into Reisen's eyes. Her cheeks were slick with tears. She wiped some away and looked down at her feet. “I...I lost my son to Chang'e. No one offered me help or warmth then. I could do nothing but steep in my anger, my loathing, till I purified it and lost myself.”

“It's okay. You have people like me now. Now, who's a good babygirl who's gonna let mommy put some new clothes on her?”

“I...I am.” Junko was still embarrassed, so she looked down at her bare feet, her face burning. Reisen untied her sash and quickly pulled over her orange tabard before slipping her completely out of her black dress. Junko was not completely naked except for her sarashi and her thick white diaper. Reisen put the shirt on and hugged Junko yet again.

“Aw, you're an adorable little baby in her friend's t-shirt, yes you are!” Reisen tugged on Junko's cheek a little and gave her diaper a powerful smack. Junko looked quite comical—she was wearing nothing but a diaper and t-shirt that didn't even cover the waistband. The combination of her youthful shirt, infantile underwear, and womanly bosom was utterly charming. “Does baby want her paci back?”

Junko nodded and mouthed the quietest “yes...”. Reisen quickly popped it in.

This time, Junko looked at her mommy with a smile, and began to suck eagerly on her paci.