Ranni's Pampered Destiny (Demon969 and BabyGirlClaire)

[Demon969]

As Ranni was lifted out of the bouncer, her ability to view her own reflection was obscured. Once Ranni was snapped out of her reminiscing trance, she was almost immediately put back into it. The soothing sensations Tiche created through her stroking motions left Ranni in a pleasurably serene state. Ranni’s mind, which had once been filled with complex thoughts and ideologies, had been vanquished of all things intricate. A blank canvas that felt so foreign, yet so….right?

Although these pleasant emotions instantly disappeared once Ranni was placed on the changing table. The cold, fabric padding of the peculiar furniture brought Ranni back into the present. “Wh-” Ranni attempted to say before having another pacifier shoved into her mouth. Only this time, Tiche had clamped the ridiculous device onto her clothes. Ranni attempted to squirm and move off of the table, but it was no use. Her body felt like it was made of stone. Her limbs felt heavy, her digits were impossible to lift. She had exhausted most of her body's energy from the tantrum she had performed.

‘What sorcery is this?’ Ranni questioned silently. But before Ranni could think of a logical conclusion, she instantly froze. Ranni watched in abject horror as Tiche began to unbutton the crotch of her onesie, revealing her puffy, fantasy-themed diaper. Another act of humiliation and degradation that Ranni assumed to be a part of Tiche’s ‘revenge plot’ But what came next, shocked Ranni to her core.

Tiche undid the puffy garment, exposing Ranni’s bare nether regions. Ranni shivered nervously as her privtaes were on full display for Tiche. Ranni shuddered, anticipating the depravity that Tiche would unleash. Ranni was not paying attention to anything that Tiche was saying at this point. She was waiting, watching and silently praying that Tiche was not about to perform some perverted deed onto Ranni.

Ranni’s widened once Tiche grabbed some brightly colored gloves and a bottle filled with what appeared to be white, ovoid pebbles. Ranni’s body ran cold with fear, her veins filled with sheer terror. As Ranni was positioned, she began to squirm, regaining some autonomy over her own body, but not nearly enough to deter Tiche from continuing to act on her sickening desires.

‘Three..? Three of wha-’ Ranni attempted to think, but was silenced once Tiche’s finger rubbed along the outside of her rear. Ranni’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head from the depraved sensation that tingled throughout her body. Although she had bit her lip to suppress any indication of sexual gratification, Ranni let out a shaky, soft moan. Ranni felt repulsed by what she had just elicited! Never in her life had Ranni ever devoted her body to the act of intimacy. She swore a life of celibacy for the pursuit of knowledge above all else!

Once Tiche had asked if Ranni was prepared, Ranni took this as some form of insult. Blushing beet red, with steam coming out of her ears, Ranni proceeded to share her own words. “Y-You perverted vagrant!!” Ranni shouted.

[BabyGirlClaire]

Tiche’s question was more rhetorical and she wasn’t expecting an answer, so as she asked the question she continued the motion of bringing the pill closer to Ranni to insert. When Ranni finally ‘answered’, Tiche hadn’t been expecting it especially in a loud shout, “Huh?!” she jumped and inserted the pill in surprise. “O-oh! I’m so sorry, Ranni!” Tiche said, reaching her hand out towards Ranni’s rear thinking to retrieve the pill for a brief second, but she immediately retracted her hand. ‘Did she just say perverted vagrant?!’ Tiche thought. “Perve-wha? Huh!?” Tiche stammered.

Tiche shook her head, ‘Maybe the position was uncomfortable? Maybe she would prefer to be on her elbows and knees? Or maybe she wants it to be over my lap?. “What’s wrong Ranni? Did you not like mama holding up your knees? Do you want to be in a more comfy position?” Tiche cooed as she stroked the back of Ranni’s thigh. Tiche looked at the blushy girl and considered another possibility. “Or were you just scared and not ready? It has been a little bit since you last needed these laxatives after all.” Tiche asked. However, that idea left Tiche confused a small amount as Ranni was just fine during the last time she needed laxatives some time ago.

‘Even if she felt these things, a perverted vagrant?! Does she even know what vagrant means? Who is teaching her these things? But that is still no way to ask for something.’ Tiche thought. She looked at her charge and sighed, she would need to re-teach Ranni some basic manners if this continued even after giving her the laxatives.

Tiche sighed and grabbed another pill, ready to try again. She gently picked up Ranni, slowly and meticulously so she wouldn’t disturb the laxative inside her. She flipped her over onto her chest and made her lift her bottom in the air with her knees. ‘That would fix the positioning problem. But how would I make her less nervous… oh!’ Tithe pulled out her phone and played a video, and from the speakers came a melody. The melody was clearly from a music box, a melody that Ranni may recognize. “Sleep tight, bound tight, in mother’s amber…” Tiche gently sang as she stroked Ranni’s bare bottom in a soothing motion with one hand and brought the pill closer to Ranni’s rear. She gently inserted another pill, pushing it in with her pointer finger.

[Demon969]

Ranni uttered a depraved moan as the capsule was inserted into her rear. Ranni’s face flushed red in embarrassment and humiliation, as she foolishly allowed herself to release a lewd groan of pleasure. She had never, in her lifetime, ever committed such a depraved practice! Shoving…objects inside of her own body. The awkward and uncomfortable feeling of something foreign inside her made Ranni elicit whimpers and groans of uncomfortability. “S-Scared?” Ranni stuttered in bewilderment, slightly wincing from the unbearable feeling of the strange, ovoid pebble lodged inside her rear. “I feel disgusted!” Ranni shouted back at Tiche.

However, before Ranni could describe her displeasure further, she was swiftly repositioned so that her rear was raised in the air, her head down on the soft padding of the table. Ranni began to show signs of distress almost immediately. She had already been implanted with one other of those strange pebbles, but there was no feasible way Ranni would allow Tiche to shove anything else inside of her nether regions!

Ranni had enough of trying to gain answers vocally, Perhaps she could still conjure some sorcery. Sure, without a staff it seemed impossible, although Ranni was a highly skilled sorceress. Trained extensively in the studies of Carian and Glintstone sorceries. She could surely find some way to use them without a proper staff!

But before Ranni could act on her plan, she heard music. It was obviously coming from a music box, but the tune. The tune! It was Rennala’s cryptic and oddly soothing tune. Ever since Radagon gifted her Rennala with that cursed amber egg, Rennala would sing that bizarre song. ‘How does she know that tune..’ Ranni questioned. She had not been aware of any contact between Tiche and her mother. Was Rennala to blame for this outlandish and perverted ‘revenge’?

As Ranni pondered, she felt another pebble being pushed into her rear, although this time, the pain was noticeably mitigated. Although, Ranni did release a few shaky breaths and elicit soft, lewd moans. Ranni tried her best to resist, but through a combination of her body’s exhaustion, Tiche’s soft voice and the music that was currently playing, Ranni could do little to stop anything.

And so, Ranni stayed still, listened to the music, blushed and groaned as the small pebbles were shoved into her rear and pondered on how to get out of this wretched prison.

[BabyGirlClaire]

“It might feel a little icky when you fill your diapers, of course, but that’s why you have mama around.” Tiche cooed as she giggled at Ranni’s moans. ‘Oh? Someone is all relaxed.’ Tiche thought. Her heart melted at the sounds, finding them absolutely adorable.

Tiche leaned over to see how Ranni was doing. She saw Ranni’s pouty, blushy face and her heart melted even further. The way her red cheek was pressed against the padding of the changing table made Tiche boop Ranni’s nose without thinking. ‘Oh… which hand did I just use? Oh well.’ She thought.

Tiche quickly snapped a picture of the sight as the lullaby played in the background. Her phone is filled with what she considered tender moments between the two. She flipped through the phone a little bit and looked at the variety of pictures. There was a picture of Ranni looking at her nursery walls with wonder as star and moon shaped lights circled around it. There was another where Ranni was having a get together with her toys, calling them her servants. There was another where Tiche was finally able to straighten Ranni’s hair after an hour of trying to get the curls to straighten. Ranni hated it and wore a pouty expression all day until the curls came back. She smiled at the picture of Ranni with straight hair pouting at the camera as she crossed her arms in a pair of blue denim skirtalls that did nothing to hide the diaper she was wearing. Tiche smiled before putting her phone down and getting back to the task at hand.

“One last one~” Tiche said as she applied some more lubricant onto Ranni in a gentle circular motion. “Shhh shhh, here we go.” Tiche said as she inserted the final pill with a gentle push of the finger. “And all done! You will be feeling less cranky in no time!” Tiche said as she gently flipped Ranni back over on her back. “Let’s get you in a new diaper.” she said as she cast aside the one that Ranni was previously wearing. While not used, the tapes won’t stick back on as well. She applied lotion to Ranni’s nether regions, powdered it, and soon taped her back into her padding. Tiche redid the onesie snaps and helped Ranni sit up. She put up her phone and took off the latex gloves. “Now, what do you wanna do?” Tiche said as she picked Ranni up and held her in her arms.

[Demon969]

Tiche’s ‘booping’ or Ranni’s nose made the already blushing and dismayed sorceress grumble. As Ranni was forced to endure such humiliation and shame she continued to ponder the thought of her mother, the esteemed Rennala, having something to do with this current series of events. It was possible, however unlikely, that Rennala could have meddled with Ranni’s plans to usurp the order of The Erdtree. But why? The ‘why’ was most concerning. ‘Doth mother wish to make me suffer through this torture?’ Ranni questioned. ‘Tis possible…mother has not seen right in many a year. But why me?’ Ranni further prodded at the possibility of Rennala being behind such madness. Tiche’s ‘booping’ or Ranni’s nose made the already blushing and dismayed sorceress grumble.

After all, Rennala’s obsession with rebirth was shown through Tiche’s treatment of Ranni. Ranni could not ignore how she was being treated. Like a simpering infant. But why? What did this all mean? Was it ultimately Rennala’s fault? Or was Tiche influencing Rennala?

All these various questions whizzed through Ranni’s head like arrows knocked from bows. But these questions immediately melted as Tiche rubbed some salve onto her rear, slowly inserting and pushing the last of the pebbles inside of her. Ranni could not help herself, as the combined pleasure of having her bottom rubbed slowly and having something inserted inside of her made Ranni elicit a loud and lewd moan. Her body shook, as her face flushed red and drool escaped from her mouth, leaking down her chin.

Once the insertion of objects had ended for Ranni, she had felt herself being flipped gently on her back. Ranni, however, covered her eyes. She could not stand to stare at Tiche, not after what had just happened. Tiche had manipulated her! Brought out a degenerate side to Ranni! This assassin had tainted her mind! Filled it with disgusting pleasure! Ranni, however, did peek at what Tiche was doing to her privates. The mysterious assassin had been wrapping Ranni in some sort of fluffy undergarment, but not before rubbing her privates in fragrant oils, dusting her lower regions with powder and taping the piece of clothing around her waist snugly. Although Ranni was unsure of what this ‘thing’ was around her waist, the witch had to admit, it was quite comfortable.

Although Ranni would not admit it to Tiche.

“What do I want?” Ranni asked in a rhetorical manner, once she was picked up and cradled by Tiche. “What I want is-” Ranni was interrupted by a loud growl that emitted from her stomach. Ranni looked confused for a few seconds, before realizing that she was experiencing a feeling she had not felt in many a year. Hunger. The hollow, puppet body she had assimilated into had none of the imperfections of the human body. She never felt tired, nor starved or dehydrated. It had been so long since Ranni felt such human desires that she did not recognize that she was starving. The need for sustenance began to plague her mind.

[BabyGirlClaire]

Tiche giggled at the drool trickling down Ranni’s chin. She didn’t have a cloth nearby, so she wiped Ranni’s chin with her sleeve as she heard the growl emit from Ranni’s belly. “Uh oh~ looks like someone is hungry. Let’s go get some yum yums in your tum tums.” Tiche said as she began to carry Ranni outside the door and down the stairs. The walls of the stairway featured multiple framed pictures of Ranni and Tiche. A couple of them would seem normal such has a picture of Tiche as a child, a picture of Tiche and her mother Alecto, a picture of Ranni and Tiche in normal attire, and some other family photos. Most of the pictures, however, were Ranni’s infantile moments such as Ranni in a one piece skirted swimsuit at the beach with obvious padding underneath the swimsuit, Ranni sleeping in her crib, Ranni in the bathtub as Tiche washed her hair, Ranni sitting in a stool facing the corner, Ranni in ballet attire, and a whole lot more.

Tiche got Ranni downstairs and walked to the kitchen where she sat Ranni inside the highchair. She lowered the tray around Ranni, locking her into it. She headed to the pantry and grabbed a few jars. The jars were labeled baby food, with an unappealing flavor written underneath them. “Spinach and carrots, egg plant and peaches, apple and kale, sounds alright.” Tiche said to herself as she brought the jars over to the highchair. She grabbed a bib with a little duck on the front with a baby blue trim. She fastened the Velcro around Ranni’s neck. She then went to the cabinets and grabbed a baby bottle. She prepared some milk for Ranni, putting in the powdered milk and some warm water, and shook up the bottle. She went back and placed the bottle on the highchair.

She opened a jar and dipped a spoon into it, bringing the gelatinous amalgamation of food to Ranni’s lips. “Open wide! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~” Tiche said.

[Demon969]

Ranni was put off by Tiche’s childish language “Yum-Yums….in youurrrrr…tum-tums?” Ranni spoke aloud. The phrase sounded incredibly off and rebarbative to Ranni, who was used to speaking in an antiquated manner. Similarly, the language used by Tiche seemed less formal, almost simple. That was not the Tiche that Ranni knew of. Tiche was elegant, graceful, yet blunt with her language. Much in a manner similar to all that wandered throughout The Lands Between.

As Ranni was carried down the stairs, Ranni was fixated on the various pictures, framed up against the gray walls. The photographs were unlike any Ranni had ever laid eyes on before! Such exquisite detail, such perfection in the shadowing and lighting, such realism! Few photos of Alecto and Tiche were seen, however, pictures of Tiche and herself were plentiful. Some pictures depicted a version of Ranni that appeared blasphemous to her. A laid-back, cheerful, yet at the same time, studious version of Ranni. Along with Ranni acting more akin to an oversized infant, whilst Tiche appeared to resemble an energetic mother. These incredibly realistic photos seemed to depict Ranni and Tiche in some sort of relationship..? ‘What bizarre trickery is this…?’ Ranni questioned, raising her eyebrows at the ‘artistic’ representations of Tiche and herself.

Once Ranni entered the kitchen, Ranni felt slightly relieved. The aroma of freshly cooked eggs and herbs wafted through Ranni’s nose. The pleasant aromas made Ranni’s mind wander through the possibilities of what would be served. Perhaps a freshly baked Umble Pie, or perhaps a hearty stew? Maybe even sweetened bread with honey and oats? Ranni had her head so far in the clouds that she did not feel herself being placed in a highchair. It was only when Tiche began to speak, that Ranni snapped back to reality.

“A-apples and kale? Spinach and peaches?” Ranni nearly yelled, although her voice was severely muffled by the urge to gag. The concoctions sounded rancid and putrid. Would Ranni seriously be fed such disgusting combinations?! No! Certainly not, right?

Oh, but she was. As the opened jars made their way over to the highchair, Ranni nearly vomited from the stench. The horrid combination had been crushed into some gelatinous slop. ‘How does she expect me to consume such atrocious stuff?!’ Ranni screamed in her head. Ranni’s fixation on only the food, left Ranni oblivious to the bib around her neck and the tall bottle of milk on her tray.

As Tiche scooped the abhorrent gloop onto a spoon and held it to Ranni’s mouth, Ranni knew she had to do something fast. As soon as that vile concoction hit her throat, she was certain that she would fall ill. “NO!” Ranni shouted in response to Tiche’s demands. After which, Ranni grabbed the jar and pushed it off the tray, whilst grabbing the spoon and shoving it on Tiche’s shirt..

[BabyGirlClaire]

Tiche almost flinched when Ranni shouted, for it has somewhat been a constant this morning. What Tiche didn’t expect, however, was Ranni pushing the jar off of the high chair, sending the jar and its contents straight to the floor. There was mush all over the floor. When Tiche recovered from the surprise, her recovery was short lived as immediacy afterwards she felt a jab in her chest. She looked down to see the baby food absolutely smeared all over her shirt, and Ranni’s hand holding the spoon. She wiped off the mush and looked at the spot where it was smeared, ‘Oh this is going to stain.’ she thought.

“Ranni!” Tiche shouted. Not too loud to the point where it would hurt Tiche’s throat, but rather loud enough to get Ranni at attention. “That is not okay!” Tiche said as she unlocked the tray and picked Ranni up. She brought her over to the sofa and she took a seat. She set Ranni down in front of her and grabbed her hands in a scolding manner. “Ranni, what did I say earlier? If you don’t fix that behavior you’ll be punished.” she sternly stated. “I don’t mind you being a little bit difficult, but this is something else.”

Tiche pulled Ranni’s wrists, making her lay across her lap. Tiche then took out her phone and set a timer for ten minutes. She unsnapped the onesie and lifted the flaps, revealing Ranni’s diaper. “You know how this goes Ranni, you get spanked until the timer runs out.” She hit start on the timer and began to spank Ranni’s diapered bottom. She rhythmically switched between the cheeks with each smack. She could see each cheek reddening ever so slightly with each smack around the legs. Soon, her bottom will almost be red as her hair.

As she was spanking her, she thought of what just happened. ‘Did she finally get a sense of taste?’ Tiche pondered. Now of course Ranni always had her sense of taste, but she never found the baby food to be inedible. She remembered when Ranni asked for the jars of baby food when they were shopping together. Tiche was confused as to why, to which Ranni answered her by stating that she was curious what it was like. Until that point, Tiche has been cooking Ranni her food every morning. When they tried giving Ranni baby food for the first time, Ranni was surprisingly able to take it. Since then, she never asked for regular food again. One time, Tiche tried a scoop of the baby food out of curiosity, and she was instantly hurling out the food over the sink. ‘Is she getting tired of baby food? I would be able to see why.’

She was taken out of her thoughts when she saw the timer approaching the five minute mark. She proceeded to pull down Ranni’s diaper down enough to show her bottom. This way she’d be easily able to pull it back up just in case the laxatives unexpectedly kicked in during the spanking. She proceeded to continue the torrent of smacks upon Ranni’s pale-peach rear. Not so much pale peach anymore, but a hot shade of pink.

[Demon969]

Ranni celebrated her success for only a split second. After causing that bad of a scene, Ranni would have expected Tiche to be on her knees, pleading for Ranni to stop. This would have allowed Ranni to propose that Tiche would have to give Ranni answers as to her current predicament and her involvement in meddling with Ranni’s destiny. Unfortunately, Ranni’s plan did not work as well as she thought it would.

As Ranni was swiftly picked up by Tiche and brought to the couch, Ranni desperately tried to shake off Tiche’s hold. However, the woman held an unsurprising amount of strength. Made sense, as Tiche was an esteemed assassin. As Ranni was scolded by Tiche, Ranni felt odd. While Tiche’s plain and almost childish dialect held no effect on Ranni, the lunar princess felt a hollow feeling emanate from deep within her chest. This hollow feeling, while small, gave Ranni the sense of blame. Or was it guilt? No, maybe it was regret? Ranni could not tell.

After all, Ranni never once questioned her intentions or the consequences which arose from her decisions. The Night of The Black Knives shattered The Lands Between. Godwyn’s Death sparked the creation of Death Root and the corruption of the Erdtree Roots. From that damned night, The Elden Ring was shattered and the Great War plagued the chaotic lands. Not once did Ranni shed a tear. As far as Ranni was concerned, these events happened to change her destiny, to further her pursuit. Her selfishness prevented such feelings from ever being expressed.

So why was this happening now? Out of all things, why was it, at this very moment, that Ranni felt regret? Ranni did not figure this out in time, as she was swiftly brought over Tiche’s knee and was spanked. Each smack to Ranni’s rear brought the diapered witch great pain. Ranni, throughout her life, had never been punished to this degree! This was utterly humiliating and degrading. Being brought over a woman’s lap and being physically punished like a baby! Ranni struggled against Tiche at first, squirming and wriggling, but it was no use. Tiche had quite the hold on Ranni.

After the first few smacks, Ranni’s eyes began to tear up. The pain was unbearable! It felt like her rear was being subjected to the heat of Mt. Gelmir itself! The hollow feeling from earlier had expanded. It felt like Ranni was void of anything on the inside. Such a human body definitely came with human emotions. After all, being sealed in a doll also aided in the repression of human emotions. Ranni’s well of guilt swelled to a degree she never knew was possible! Tears, which had not fallen from Ranni in years, poured like raging rivers. Her voice uttered saddening and painful cries. “O-Oww!! I-I’m sowwy!!” Ranni lisped, her speech impeded by the tears and snot which dripped down her nostrils.

As minutes, which felt like hours, passed, Ranni felt her padded protection being pulled down. “N-No!” Ranni shouted, but her cries fell of deaf ears. As Ranni’s bare posterior was assaulted by smacks, Ranni wailed and shrieked, flailing and crying. “O-Okay!! I-I’m sowwy! I-I’ll stop!” Ranni cried, her babyish screams echoing throughout the home.

[BabyGirlClaire]

Tiche felt a small pang of guilt at hearing Ranni’s shrieks, but she pushed through and continued the spanking. ”I am glad you’re sorry, but you still have three minutes.” Tiche stated. Fiche felt a small desire to ease off on the spankings, to make the snacks slightly lighter, but she pushed through that too. It felt like she couldn’t make it any more painful with her hand anyway, but she didn’t need to. It seemed like Ranni was learning her lesson well. She just continued to rhythmically redden Ranni’s rear.

After three minutes the timer finally went off. Tiche shook the slight amount of pain from her hand. She didn’t feel a lot of pain though, considering her hobby in gymnastics. She gave Ranni a few minutes to cry and sob and let her think about what she just did. She looked at Ranni’s bottom, looking at the redness and the way her bottom quivered as she sobbed. Soon she gently placed a hand on Ranni’s bottom to help soothe the pain, pulled up the diaper, and sat Ranni up on her lap facing her.

Now that she was facing Ranni, she was surprised at how much she was crying. Her eyes were puffy, tears were streaming down her cheeks, her nose was running snot, and she could see a little bit of drool dripping from the side of her lip. Tiche’s eyes widened as she sifted in her pockets, looking for anything to help. She couldn’t find any, so she pinched the hem of her shirt and held it up to Ranni’s nose. “Blow sweetie.” She said as she wiped around her mouth and cheeks.

Tiche thought of how Ranni looked. She has seen that look somewhere before. ‘Oh right! She kind of looked like that early on when I began to baby her.’ Tiche remembered. Ranni held the same teary and snotty expression when Tiche spanked Ranni for the first time. It was over a lobster in a tank at a grocery store. Ranni had wanted Tiche to buy it and save its life so that it could live on as their pet. A sweet thought that Tiche most certainly dreamed of when she was a small child, but the problem had been Ranni’s attitude at home when she didn’t save it. After a few broken plates, Ranni had received her first spanking from Tiche, and wore that same teary expression afterwards. Since then Ranni had gotten used to the spanking to the point where she will still be crying afterwards, but not to the same degree as the first time.

‘But… why does this look… more intense?’ she thought. Ranni’s current expression seemed way worse than the first time. Not only does it look like she had been spanked for the first time, but she also bore the look of someone who first received a punishment of any kind. Almost as if Ranni had never faced the consequences of her actions prior to this spanking. Not to mention the look of guilt in her eyes. The guilt seemed to be weighing heavily on her mind, over some spilled baby food! It was an odd feeling, but that was the feeling she was getting from looking at her baby.

Tiche quickly snapped out of her rumination. “Now, what did we just learn?” Tiche asked sternly. Depending on the answer Ranni might just get out of sitting in the time out corner.