The Bouncer [Comm]

The Bouncer

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by AnnaNapps

Sparky knew the moment she saw several blinking lights indicating that the servers of the facility were still online that it would end up being trouble. Having managed to break through the initial security protocols using one of Annie’s latest hacking gadgets, she thought that the OS override would at least be enough to disable the organic identification scanners located at each of the entrances of the various, winding hallways of the giant research laboratory. 

With each entrance equipped with large, hydroponic powered sliding doors that hissed with escaping gas every time they slid shut, she was banking on her eyes-in-the-sky’s computer expertise to keep her mobile and able to maneuver through the vast building. The vast expanse of leafy, vine-covered jungle outside juxtaposed spectacularly with the steel and carbon fiber insides of the research base. The doors leading into the facility were impressive by themselves, sliding down on silent hinges Sparky noted that they would likely withstand even a nuclear based blast, if even that would eventually erode through their alloy-based material. 

As she crept down the hallways, her HUD illuminated by the reflection of red emergency power lights that spanned every few paces or so along the corridor. Her mission objective on this run was a rather simple one, as she was supposed to retrieve a few hard drives and whatever biomass samples she could haul along with her. The planet had an oxygen-rich atmosphere, at a level higher than she was normally used to. Confident that this boost to her circulatory system would give her the edge she needed lest she encounter any adversaries, Sparky breathed deep as she continued to pad down the corridor. 

“Sparks, come in.”

A crackle in her earbud followed by the familiar voice of her favorite rat registered in the fennec fox’s mind.

“I’m here, all green so far.”

“Roger that, keep me posted.”

“Will do.”

Sparky continued cautiously, although she was beginning to get a little impatient as the winding hallways and stairways leading up to the command center of the lab were beginning to get a little tedious. 

“Hey Annie?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you seen the biomes on this planet? They honestly could turn this into a resort world or something.”

Annie chuckled, the speaker crackling with static in Sparky’s earpiece as the rat’s voice faded out momentarily.

“Apparently, they want to eventually set up an athletic training center for aerobic based sentients. The flora on this planet seems to do nothing else but pump out O2.”

Sparky nodded to herself, creeping around a part of the hallway that was strewn with rubble from a cave in. Through a few slits in the rocks, a few streams of light poured through. As the planet was in the goldilocks zone around Type O star, the blue light emitted from its solar guardian bathed everything in an eerie azure. From the slits in the building, Sparky could also feel the damp heat seeping in from the jungle outside against her fur. 

Pushing aside the desire to go outside and enjoy the paradise planet for herself, she continued to move along through the building.

She had now arrived at one of the upper levels, security could see was at a higher standard in this area as she had almost tripped an invisible laser had it not been for the dust from the rubble billowing in the air. Shouldering her backpack, she reached inside for a smoke grenade before, with a flick of her paw unlatching its release mechanism and tossing into the corridor before her. 

Sparky took in a sharp breath as a vast array of criss-crossing red lasers revealed itself before her. 

It’s a good thing I checked…

She thought to herself, reaching up and tapping her HUD overlay as she spoke.

“Hey, I think I found the spider’s web.”

“Oh…”

Came Annie’s response, who sounded more disheartened than Sparky felt. 

“That… Uh… That didn’t register on the scan…”

As Annie spoke, Sparky was already scanning the way the lasers were arranged with a sharp eye, she responded half-distracted. 

“I think I found a way through. Give it a minute.”

For the next five minutes, Sparky carefully picked her way through the mesh of laser triggers. She had had to stop once, a nerve-wracking experience as the smoke grenade had run out by the time she had made it a quarter of the way through. Holding the smoldering device in her paw, as throwing it might have triggered one of the traps, she gritted her teeth as she finally managed to make it towards the end of the hallway without having crossed a single beam. With the added bulk of her padding hindering her movements slightly, this was no small feat. 

“Phew…”

She grinned, giddy from the adrenaline that had coursed through her as she meandered through the arrangement of traps. Turning back, she surveyed the path she had gone through and noted an easier path she could have taken not visible to her from the other side. Exasperated, she sighed and turned around to continue but suddenly came face to face with a black, rounded orb that had been lowered on a piston from the ceiling above. 

She froze, staring at it and then frowned. It looked like a microphone. Curious, she leaned forward to get a closer look wondering whether she had to speak a password into, or worse, a voice recognition test. When the tip of her muzzle was only about an inch away, several miniscule pores in the black orb materialized out of nowhere. Her eyes widening, the poor fennec did not have enough time to retreat before a sharp spurt erupted out of the open pores. 

Sparky’s vision swam, her knees wobbled, and before she was even able to formulate any words to relay to Annie what had happened she collapsed on the dust covered floor beneath her. 

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The first thing that registered in Sparky’s mind was the strange taste of stale blackberries in her muzzle. She groaned, frowning as she smacked her lips together in an attempt to get rid of the taste. Had she not brushed her teeth or something before falling asleep. The fennec thought back, her mind still muggy before everything that had happened shot back into clarity in an instant. 

Her eyes shot open, a cry escaping her open muzzle as she floundered on the soft surface she was laying on top of. 

The lab! The lase- Where… Is this still the facility?

Reaching up, she instinctively went to activate her HUD but found to her horror that it was missing. Scouring her surroundings, Sparky saw that she was sitting atop what appeared to be a large examination table. She swallowed, possible scenarios of what might happen next bubbling up in her mind which she pushed to the back as best as she could. She had to move, gain some ground on her captors whoever or whatever they might be. 

As she shifted, the plastic beneath her crinkling in response to her movement, she was unaware of the gag slowly being lowered from the ceiling above her. As soon as the cloth touched her muzzle she recoiled, but a moment too late. The taste of sour blackberries assailed her senses once more, and she found herself going limp. Try as she might, her muscles would not obey her commands even as she now lay sprawled across the exam table. 

This time, she did not pass out, although she felt like she had gotten a bigger dose of whatever the strange tasting substance was she just might have. Probing fingers moved themselves up her thighs, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Unable to move her head, her tongue lolling out the side of her muzzle, she could only use her peripherals to feel what was going on around her. 

Something or someone was fiddling with the tapes of her diaper, much to her displeasure. Even in her numbed state, she could feel that it was a little soggy which must have happened while she was out. Flustered, she felt her cheeks reddening as what felt like a hand squeezed the front of her sodden padding. From what she could glean, whatever it was that was handling her appeared to be examining her thoroughly. She felt something close around her chin, her heartbeat increased as she felt her head being turned to the side. Momentarily, she was able to glimpse a collection of mechanical hands connected to arms that disappeared into the dark ceiling above. 

I’m being examined…

Was all she could think, as her breath caught in her throat when she heard one of the tapes of her diaper being torn open. A sudden cold breeze catching the fur just below her stomach told her that the diaper had been taken off. Feeling exposed, and more than a little alarmed, she was helpless to stop the machine in its exploration of her body. 

To her surprise, she felt something warm and moist caress her privates. It took her a moment to realize that the hands were cleaning her up, and with surprising care and gentility. Her mind raced, trying to figure out a solution to how to wriggle out of her current predicament. Sparky was just coming to the conclusion that she would be unable to resist so far as she remained under the spell of the muscle relaxant when she felt a pair of hands grasp her around the ankles. 

Her legs were lifted up, her bottom following and followed by a small breeze of air she could sense something being deposited beneath her. The material that caressed her bottom was the softest, most pleasant sensation she had ever experienced before. Even despite the drugs keeping her movements at a minimum, she could feel herself relaxing as if she were melting into the fabric that she lay atop of. 

A second later, she felt herself being wrapped in the substance until it hugged the entirety of her waist, barely registering the hands pressing down on her thighs as if to affix the tapes of a diaper into place. Sparky was regaining a modicum of mobility now, and she was able to shift her head just enough to catch a glimpse of her new undergarment. To her surprise, it was another diaper. Soft, plush, and appearing just a bit thicker than the regular kind she wore it appeared to swaddle her midsection quite nicely. 

Even as she was wondering what kind of technology this research station was working on, Sparky felt several hands hoist her up, holding her by the biceps and thighs. Appearing as a ragdoll being ferried from one place to the next, she felt herself being carried off of the examination table. In her line of sight, which was mostly the rusted remains of rubble and dust on the floor below her, she was able to note that they were passing through several sets of doorways. 

Quite suddenly, the rusted remains of the scientific outpost shifted from dilapidated to clean and well kept. The floor beneath her was swept clean, and glistened in some places with fresh polish. 

Sparkly hardly wanted to be spending her time admiring the cleanliness protocols of machines that should have been deactivated decades, if not half an hour ago when she first plugged in the bug Annie had given her. 

A hiss of hair escaping one of the doors told her that they had moved her even further in the facility, to where she did not have the slightest clue. 

The fennec was gaining control over her facility, but even still she had gone from completely immobile to only being able to sluggishly shift her limbs about herself. She was, however, finally able to prop her neck up properly to get a look around the new environment she had just been introduced to. 

The room was sparse, save for a single monitor displayed that appeared blank and a motley arrangement of straps hanging from the ceiling. Sparky was unable to make sense of the bits of what appeared to be elastic fiber dangling in front of her until two of the hands carrying her aloft detached themselves from her legs, leaving her dangling and suspended from the armpits. 

As she wriggled her toes, desperately trying to regain control of her peripheral nervous system, the metal appendages disentangled the straps from one another to reveal the intended shape of the device. Given the context clue of the overwhelming comfort of the new diaper she had been lovingly placed in, it took Sparky only a second to recognize what it was.

Even as her eyes widened in surprise, the hands shifted and began moving her closer to the bouncer. Still unable to properly resist, she could only wriggle and occasionally twitch as whatever chemical was keeping her nervous system lax was beginning to decay in effectiveness. 

The soft, almost cloud-like sensation of the diaper around her waist was doubled in effectiveness as the majority of her weight was shifted onto it. She could feel the material being pressed against her softest bits, the material hugging her bottom and front in a manner that would have caused her to feel sleepy had she not been in a state of high alert. 

Lethargically, she was just able to raise her paws up to the forestraps located next to her face to grasp them in an attempt to lift herself out of the device. It felt futile, her upper body strength had not returned in enough volume for her to do much else but cause the bouncer to hold up its name and spring her up and down gently as her movement caused minute shifts in weight distribution. 

As she merrily bounced, the monitor in front of her moved towards her like the inquisitive, flat head of a serpent. Finding the movement uncanny and mildly intimidating, Sparky was momentarily confused when the screen suddenly sprang to life with a crackle of static. 

That’s… A bit outdated…

She thought to herself, her mind racing to remember whether she had seen any satellite dishes on the surface of the overgrown facility. 

Is it actually picking up the universe’s background radiation? What kind of-

Her inner ruminations were cut-off, as from the static emerged an intricate array of swirling color. Sparky squinted, distracted from her momentarily predicament in confusion as she tried to make out what was happening on the screen. Though difficult to describe in words, as the space courier was genuinely taken aback from the complexity of the array before her, the dazzling array of color was as alluring to watch as it was confusing to decipher. 

Her mouth slightly ajar, her mind racing to figure out what on earth this facility would want to show its most recent, pampered capture, Sparky’s eyes widened with panic as she realized the gravity of her mistake. 

Sparky and Annie had toyed around with a few hypnotic video files that Annie had found, and some that she had made, before on the space rig. It was fun, though Sparky had to admit that other than being a pretty commodity to look at and willingly lose one’s mind in, they were rather ineffective. 

This was different. The captured fennec found that try as she might she could not tear her gaze away from the screen as it was quickly taking over the entirety of her visual senses. 

This isn’t… I can’t… Not… now…

Her mind felt cloudy, even as in the rear of her consciousness the strong desire to escape and resume her mission was beginning to ebb into concepts she found difficult to comprehend. The tempo of the shifting colors was comforting, slow but unpredictable, at times simple but mesmerizing and as gripping as the season finale of a show riddled with cliffhangers. 

The mission… Annie… My HUD… Where…

Sparky could feel herself beginning to relax, a state of mind coming over her previous fight or flight that was even more profoundly overwhelming than the muscle relaxant she had been dosed with previously. While earlier she had been attempting to regain control, now the idea of control itself was slowly becoming beyond her mental grasp. Compounded by the luxurious comfort that her padded seat provided her, it was becoming more and more compelling to simply let go of her worries and sink into the bouncer that complimented her silken tush to near euphoria. 

She grimaced, her mind strained with the effort to even formulate words in her

in her inner dialogue as she continued to wriggle around, suspended several inches above the floor. The monitor continued its flamboyant display of captivating color, luring her away from the stresses of the moment and into a dominating sense of bliss. 

This… I… The…

Each word bubbled up as if pushing through drying concrete in her head, the weight of even the simplest thought coming through as if through a Herculean effort. At last, as the vestiges of her free will sparked and fizzled out inside of her mind, Sparky felt something break as she was unable to continue the struggle. 

Softness, warmness, comfort as though she was relaxing in a field of daisies 

under several radiating suns seeped through her mind’s eye and worked its way into her bones and muscles. She felt relaxed, unaware of where or who she was but only taking what the monitor in front of her displayed. 

Sparky was hardly aware of the sense of relaxation making its way through to her bladder and bowels, even as her stomach gurgled ominously, signaling the onset of an impending accident. She became aware of a pressure building up in her lower abdomen, a mild discomfort, as if the sensation were at a far enough distance where she was hardly aware of it. 

Still, the feeling caused her body to act without her conscious consent. With a grunt, too distracted by the pretty patterns in front of her she subconsciously worked on addressing the building pressure as quickly as she could. Sparky felt the pressure working its way down, manifesting itself at her rear until finally her sphincters relaxed as if of their own accord.

Reflexively, she grunted with the effort as her bowels voided. The sensation of her accident pushing its way through to the seat of her cloud-like padding felt as blissful as the moment she had been swaddled in the luxurious material. As she felt her seat expand, accompanied by the wonderful sensation of the front of her padding growing warm with an accommodating release of her bladder, she sighed with relief. 

If anything, the emptying out of her insides only increased the sense of comfort she felt from her padding, hugging snuggly around her waist by the flexible material she was bound in as it secured her release with expertly engineered containment. Sparky’s tongue lolled out of her muzzle, panting from the effort of her pushing as with her accident the rest of her conscious will was pushed out of her mind’s grasp. 

All that her mind was able to grasp in that moment was the freeing sensation of having voided herself, and the ever shifting void her eyes stared into unblinking while she hung in the air. 

Captured, secured, and now utterly blank of any thought other than the warmth of her own mess pressing snuggly up against her furry backside, Sparky was hardly away from the slight tinge in the air caused by her recent release. 

Time would only tell how long she would remain at the mercy of the trimmings of her brain’s autonomy before a rescue squad would be able to recover her location. 

That is to say, if they themselves don’t become new subjects for Sparky to cuddle up alongside while awaiting for a new day filled with the hypnotic effects of monitors filled with infinitesimal shifting of their respective visual spectrums.