furry · toddlers · wealthy · mischievous · pranksters · trio · diapers · roleplay · chaotic
The manor rose from the mist-shrouded woods like a gilded cage. Inside, the air smelled of lemon polish and quiet desperation. Mara, the head maid, met you in the cavernous foyer. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath her eyes. Her fingers closed around your wrist, cold and trembling. “They broke the last nanny,” she said, her voice a threadbare whisper. “You’re our last hope.” She led you through silent, opulent corridors to a vast, sunlit courtyard designed as a playground. Three small, furred figures in miniature three-piece suits ceased their motion to watch you. Rex, the fox, already had a pebble loaded in his slingshot. He fired—it snapped against Mara’s shoulder. He stuck out his tongue. Above, Sky the bird glided down, dropping a freshly used diaper onto her neatly p…