AUTHORS NOTE: So, this bonus chapter isn’t so much a planned scene as much as it is a look into what the dynamic between Tialla and Eranor was going to be. Much more pet play focused than what we have now, and a lot harsher. I toned it down for a lot of reasons to what we have now. Hope you enjoy this different take.

Eranor stirred awake, roused by the movement in the room she was in. She was in Tialla’s room, and the queen had just woken for the morning it seemed. The rustle of movement had roused Eranor awake. As she stretched, Eranor hit the walls of her kennel, and sighed in annoyance. A princess relegated to a kennel in the corner of the room. The leather mittens locked onto her hands would prevent her from opening the simple lock of her cage. Even if she could, a short lead was run between her collar and the top of her kennel. Long enough to give Eranor plenty of room to roam in the admittedly spacious kennel, but it would keep her from leaving.

The mittens and collar the lead was attached to was the only thing Eranor was wearing, or rather she wished it was. The diaper she was put in the night before was still secure around her waist, the mittens that kept her from opening the kennel lock also prevented her from removing the diaper, which she had been forced to wet in the night. It wasn’t like she could go to a bathroom, but she still felt a bit ridiculous about the whole thing.

At least she wasn’t the only one in a diaper. Tialla sighed as her own full night time diaper fell off her waist and plopped on the ground, she rummaged into a pack of pull ups that was by her dresser. Eranor wans’t completely shocked that Tialla still had issues with bed wetting. She was a princess just like Eranor was, and princesses were often kept in diapers long past the age most beastkin would potty train which often had this predictable side effect.

Tialla met Eranor’s eyes for a moment and blushed a little as she pulled the pull-up on. She had gotten used to having a Eranor as a pet remarkably quickly. The girl faded into the background like the object of amusement she was supposed to be. In truth, Tialla didn’t really have a reason to be embarrassed around Eranor. Compared to life as a subservient object, night time incontinence was nothing.

Tialla shook off the embarrassment. She finished getting dressed into a functional dark blue dress and wordlessly moved to Eranor’s kennel. She grabbed the lead tied around the top of the kennel, getting a secure grip on her pet, and then opened the kennel.

“Heel,” Tialla commanded. With a subtle groan, Eranor crawled out of her cage and stood beside Tialla at attention. She kept a specific distance as Tialla walked her out of her room and to the kitchen in her suite. It was a distance far enough to keep the leash held taught, but also not lagging behind and making Tialla yank on it to move Eranor along. It was actually pretty difficult to maintain and Eranor often found herself focusing on just that as she walked.

Eranor was led over to a wall in the kitchen and her lead was attached to a hard point close to the ground in front of two pet food bowls. The low hard point forced Eranor onto all fours and her mittens would mean she would be forced to eat out of the bowl using just her mouth. The practice was effectively dehumanizing, as was the actual food itself. It was kibble: bland, hard, and crunchy bites of what could only barely be considered food, but it was also all she would be getting.

Tialla wordlessly poured the kibble into the bowl with a clanking noise. Eranor grimaced at the unappetizing meal.

“Eat,” Tialla commanded before walking off. Eranor got to work doing just that. Even something as degrading as this required permission from her owner. Tialla took a moment while Eranor was eating to press against her diaper.

“Hey!” Eranor shot her head back as much as the short length of lead would allow.

“You need a diaper change,” Tialla responded.

“I wans’t the only one,” Eranor couldn’t help the back handed reply. Tialla shot Eranor a serious look. “Sorry master,” Eranor half-heartedly apologized.

“I’ll add a paddling to your diaper change,” Tialla said simply. Eranor groaned, now genuinely sorry for her response. Ever since she had come here every diaper change inevitably also included some kind of spanking. She was still getting used to all the protocol her new position required. Eranor used to think that all the rules about manners being a princess required was a lot, but now that she knew all the rules that came with being a pet, she knew princesses had it easy.

Earnor swallowed her anxiety and got to eating her kibble to appease her new master. It was a bit of an odd feeling though. Eranor always got the sense that Tialla wasn’t really all that enthused about her new pet, and Eranor wasn’t quite sure how to take that. After all, she wasn’t all that enthused about being her new pet either. Yet, it was hard not to take it a little personally. She put the thought in the back of her mind. After all, the only good thing about being Tialla’s pet is that she wasn’t supposed to think, complicated emotions included.

“Morning my queen,” Rosewood’s cheery voice filled the room as she entered. “How’s the new pet owner?” Tialla gave Rosewood a grumpy look. If Eranor wasn’t stuffing her face with pet food she would have given the other Miqo a dirty look too. Eranor had a distinct disdain for Rosewood. She was just as much a slave to Tialla as Eranor was, and yet Eranor was the one with her face buried in kibble with a soggy diaper on.

“That bad?” Rosewood questioned. Tialla shrugged, not sure exactly what she should say in front of her new pet, she didn’t want to compromise her dominant position any more than seeing her wake up in a full diaper probably did. Rosewood sighed in a mix of frustration and understanding.

Tialla gave Rosewood a look that asked her to take care of things, and Rosewood returned with a look that said she wouldn’t. Tialla sighed in aggravation not unlike how an angry teenager might.

“How are you going to be confident handling me on a leash if you can’t handle Eranor?”

“I’d rather not handle either of you,” Tialla grumbled. “And if I’m supposed to be keeping you on a leash shouldn’t that mean you do what I ask instead of giving me grief?”

“You’re not ready to tame a Miqo like me.”

“You got that right,” Tialla said pointedly. Rosewood gave Tialla a stern look, grabbing a wooden paddle off a hook in the room and forcing it into Tialla’s hands.

“Just get it over with and get her changed before she gets a rash,” Rosewood demanded. With an aggravated look Tialla moved to Eranor, who had only just finished eating. She yelped as she was quickly led back into Tialla’s room.

Dotted along the wall where Eranor’s cage was were several implements for these occasions. Namely a wooden spanking bench, which Eranor was promptly attached to by Tialla when she had entered the room. Eranor wiggled nervously, but to little avail as her wrists and ankles were secured by cuffs to the spanking bench. This had happened enough for Eranor to stop being scared, but as her diaper was removed from her, she couldn’t help the feeling of dread.

“Fifteen this time,” Tialla said flatly rubbing the paddle against Eranor’s bare ass. Eranor whimpered as she felt the smooth paddle against her bottom which was still red from the last discipline. “Ready?” Eranor’s answer was an exhale, and she braced only for a minute before feeling the familiar sting of the paddle on her bottom.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Ah!” Eranor couldn’t speak the number seven. Tialla was moving fast this time, eager to get the experience over with.

“Sorry!” she said quickly, before catching herself and donning her domly attitude again.

“You’re just going really fast master,” Eranor said breathing through her teeth. Tialla could almost hear Rosewood scolding her. Telling her that it doesn’t matter how fast she goes, Eranor’s job is to take it. Tialla couldn’t be like Rosewood though. So, she waited a moment until Eranor’s breathing returned to normal.

“Ready to keep going?” she kept her stoic voice on.

“Yes master,” Eranor said through gritted teeth.

“Starting at seven,” Tialla said, giving only a moment before she resumed her paddling at a slower pace.

“Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.” Eranor continued this at a slower pace, still each smack against her bottom hurt exponentially and she couldn’t help but cry again. Tialla winced once the tears started but pushed through.

“Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.” Eranor kept panting after the last smack trying to compose herself again.

“Good girl,” Tialla praised.

“Thank you master,” Eranor responded automatically. Tialla grimaced at the rehearsed response.

“Come on let’s get you in a new diaper,” Tialla said softly. Earnor was quiet as she was released from the spanking bench and gently laid down on Tialla’s bed. Rosewood said that Tialla was supposed to remain distant after punishment like this, and, on paper at least, she was. Not so secretly though she often used this post punishment diaper change to be soft and gentle. She didn’t know if this was to ease Eranor’s sore bottom or her own conscience. She gently started rubbing rash cream on Eranor’s sore bottom. Eranor blushed, she hadn’t quite gotten over this awkward experience.

Eranor stole a glance at the door as Tialla started fluffing up the replace diaper.

“Master?” Eranor said quietly. “May I ask I question?” Eranor regretted asking almost as soon as the words left her mouth. She didn’t have a new diaper on yet so she was still in prime spanking position. Tialla was still a bit lost in the process of changing.

“Go ahead,” she said absent mindedly as Eranor just as absent mindedly raised her bottom for the diaper.

“Why?” Eranor started but stopped, scared of what would happen if she asked this question.

“Why what?” Tialla said quietly as she started applying powder.

“Why are you doing all of this?” Eranor winced as soon as the question left her mouth. It caused Tialla to glance up from what she was doing, leaving the diaper open.

“I told you before that’s not really a pet's business,” Tialla warned.

“No, I mean like,” Eranor turned away. “I can tell you don’t really want to do this. To be this way.” Tialla looked away.

“Part of being a queen is doing things you don’t want to do,” Tialla said lowly.

“It’s not though,” Eranor countered. “You can do whatever you want.” A reply that Eranor couldn’t possibly understand her position died in Tialla's throat. No one in the world understood as well as Eranor could. Really the two were remarkably alike, and they would be great friends if Tialla wasn’t forcing her to be a diapered pet. Tialla sighed. She walked over to the door to her room and locked it shut, before returning to her charge. Eranor looked at Tialla for an explanation.

“I don’t want Rosewood coming in on us,” Tialla taped the new diaper shut carefully. “You’re right,” Tialla sat on her bed next to Eranor. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do any of this. None of this is me. I’m not this domineering person I’m supposed to be.” Eranor stood up and sat next to Tialla on her bed as an equal, she was struggling through anxiety to be her equal in this moment.

“Who says you’re supposed to be?” Eranor asked.

“Well Rose, and Aldyn, and it’s how dad was too. I’m supposed to be like him so I can take charge.”

“Mine was the same way,” Eranor sympathized. “I hated that. I don’t really want to be like my dad.” Tialla gulped as she took that in. The hidden meaning behind the words was clear. Eranor hated her dad and Tialla was acting like her dad. Tialla couldn’t even blame her, everything she had done to her was horrible. Tialla sobbed lightly.

“The elves are coming here,” Tialla said through a sniffle. “You know how they are,” Tialla was referencing their invasion of Eranor’s home not long ago and their obvious reason why. “They are coming to negotiate with us, and their general thinks he can scare me and push me around.” Tialla paused a moment, Eranor was listening intently. “We know that he’s captured two high ranking officials as slaves. Rosewood and Aldyn think that with you as my slave it shows that we’re just as strong. That it will keep the elves from pushing us around.” Tialla went quiet as Eranor turned away to process what she was saying.

“That makes sense,” Eranor said in understanding but not quite acceptance.

“I’m sorry," Tialla was crying more obviously now, and brought her legs up, curling into a ball. “For taking you and for doing all of this. I can’t keep it up any more. It’s just too much.” Eranor was quiet, letting her master calm down. “Rose and Aldyn will just have to figure something else out.” Tialla moved to stand up but Eranor grabbed her as best she could with her mittens.

“Tialla wait,” Eranor spoke using Tialla’s actual name. Tialla stopped, and followed Eranor’s gentle motion to sit back on the bed. “Look you don’t have to do this Rosewood’s way.” Eranor placed her mittens over Tialla’s hands. “You can still do your plan, but let’s just … let’s just do it together.” Tialla looked back at Eranor blankly.

“Together?” Tialla brushed a tear away.

“I can play along when the time comes, and until then if you want. I just …” Eranor paused again.

“I would like that,” Tialla filled the silence, she wasn't eager to hear what Eranor had to say. “To do this together. Please.” Tialla was rapidly removing the mittens from Eranor’s hands. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Eranor nodded, rubbing her now free hands. “Wait here.” Tialla quickly got up and moved to her dresser.

“What are you going to say to Rosewood?” Eranor asked with concern.

“It’s like you said. I’m the queen. I do what I want,” Tialla returned to Eranor with a nightgown. “Come one let’s get you covered up,” Eranor raised her hands and let Tialla slide the nightgown over her, now Eranor’s bare chest was covered for the first time since she arrived, though it wouldn’t do that great a job at hiding her diaper. “Come on. I’ll have Rosewood make you some proper food.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Eranor thought to Rosewood who at this point was no doubt suspicious about what was going on.

“Don’t worry about her,” Tialla said confidently. “She’s always going on about how you’re supposed to be my pet. I think it’s about time I decide how my pet is going to be treated, not her.” Tialla held out her hand and Eranor cautiously took it.