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  "writing": "I'd been busy late in the evening, working on some accounting files for the Guardians. The small apartment on Knowhere, where they'd been operating out of for a few years now, was quiet and cozy.\n\nQuiet, that is, until I heard a soft pattering of paw-steps behind me.\n\n``Hm?'' I hummed, turning in my chair and peering back towards the open door to my little `office'. Really it was a small dining space, but I had a little portable console in there to do whatever work was needed that didn't involve actually going out and about.\n\nI smiled, letting out a light chuckle.\n\nStanding in the doorway was Rocket Raccoon, renowned galactic hero and a co-founder of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Of course, he didn't LOOK very heroic at that exact moment, his grey and brown fur mussy from sleep, vaguely backlit red eyes peering up at me with an almost cublike innocence and embarrassment. He didn't have on one of his usual jumpsuits or uniforms, but a green infantile onesie, one of the ones with no legs that buttoned down around the rump. Specifically, it was a shade of green that I'd recognized from one of his earlier `looks', the ends of the sleeves even having a lighter yellow-green material like his old gloves had been. Clasped in the diminutive adult raccoon's arms was a big, plush otter toy, its beady eyes glinting in the artificial light. His legs spread a bit, the shape of a thick diaper visible beneath the onesie, and a bright red pacifier sat in his muzzle, lips clasped around it as he gazed up at me from the doorway.\n\n``Hehe, hi Rocky,'' I greeted, smiling back at him. Until I noticed his oddly... bashful stance, tail between his legs and ears low as he half-hunched just in view. ``Hm? Something wrong, buddy?''\n\nRocket averted his gaze, giving a shamed whine and hugging his stuffed otter tighter.\n\nI gave him another smile, turning in my chair so I was facing him and leaning down a bit, holding my hands out. ``Aw, c'mere, Rocky,'' I beckoned lightly, putting on my best `comforting daddy' voice. It seemed to work; his little ears perked, and he looked back at me, still visibly warm-cheeked under his fur but looking up at me warmly.\n\nAlmost waddling from his diaper, he shuffled into the room and towards me. Gently, I slipped my hands under his arms, sure not to disturb his stuffed toy, and lifted him up off the floor, watching him tuck his legs up a bit. He even gave a giggle, the adult hero tittering childishly as he was picked up; ordinarily, he'd curse at anyone who did that, but then, he wasn't exactly out where anyone could see.\n\nI settled his diapered rump on my lap, and immediately felt what was wrong. I couldn't feel any wetness or warmth, but the telltale squish as his bottom settled atop me told me all I needed to know.\n\nBut, he was a good boy. I offered him a smile and gave him a pat on the head, watching the little raccoon superhero lean up into my palm with his eyes closed. Then, still in that soft, paternal tone, I asked him lightly, ``Now, what's the matter, sweetie? Its past your bed time, so you should be sleeping.''\n\nHis ears tilted down again, but he didn't pull away from my hand on his head, squirming a little. Rocket squeezed the stuffed otter again, averting his gaze in embarrassment.\n\n``... Did Rocky have a little accident in bed?'' I inquired, nodding down at his pampered groin.\n\nAnother squeeze. This time, still not looking me in the face, Rocket nodded, giving another soft, embarrassed whine.\n\nStill, I smiled again, leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. ``Its okay, sweetie,'' I told him lightly, rubbing his arm. ``Accidents happen, right? And you've been SO good for a little while, you were probably due for one, hehe,'' I added teasingly, reaching forward and poking his tummy.\n\nThat got a giggle from the diapered adult raccoon, squirming in my lap again as if trying to get away without actually getting away. I gave him another quick kiss, then slipped my hands around him, one cupping his diapered bottom, the other curling around his back. The small male slotted easily against my chest as I held him close and stood up from my chair, giving him a light bounce once I was standing.\n\n``Why don't we go get you changed so you can get back to sleep? Sound good?'' I asked him warmly, already heading out of the little `office' and towards the bedroom he and I shared.\n\nThe cubby raccoon nodded, smiling around his pacifier at me.\n\nPast the kitchen and living room, and down a short hall, I carried the small male. He continued to stare up at me from where I held him, arms still entwined around his otter toy as I entered the bedroom, sparing the hand from his back to turn on the light.\n\nIt was a pretty normal bedroom, all things considered. A closet, a dresser, a book shelf, a bed, a night stand... a brightly colored plastic toy chest, a foam play mat, a play pen, and a smaller shelf laden with packs of diapers, pacifiers, bottles... I always kinda thought there'd be more room for that stuff out in the living room area, but outside of his little cub headspace, Rocket seemed pretty against having all of it out where guests might see. I mean, it wasn't exactly like I could argue we were trying for cubs, so I kinda got it.\n\nI went for the bed, which was high enough up that the mattress came up to my waist. I grabbed and threw down a plush quilt, before setting the diapered raccoon down, where he sat on his rump, legs almost criss-cross as he gazed up at me warmly.\n\n``Alright, buddy,'' I said with a smile, ``Lay back and we'll get you out of that wet diaper, okay?''\n\nRocket gave a nod, almost TOO enthusiastically. I was pretty sure the changes were one of his favorite parts, heh.\n\nObediently, the little raccoon laid back, setting his legs apart reflexively with the thickness of the diaper. He shifted his grip on the stuffed otter, laying it so that it propped up against one side of his slender chest, the head resting against his neck and jaw. His now-free paw lay out to one side, fist clasping lightly in anticipation as he gazed up at me, pacifier shifted over to one side and held between parted lips.\n\n``R- Ready...'' he mumbled around it.\n\n``Good boy!'' I cheered him, watching his ringed tail waggle a little at the praise. Goodness, he loved praise. I reached down and unbuttoned the onesie, laying the front flap up against his belly. Sure enough, the big white diaper he wore, decorated with some Earth cartoon of a blue smiling anthropomorphic dog, was slightly tinged yellow.\n\n[The rest of this piece contains NSFW material involving human characters; it can be read in full on FurAffinity, SoFurry, or Archive of Our Own]"
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