I woke up in the same pile of furs I found myself in earlier. Not remembering how I ended up there again. It doesn't look like I'm gonna wake up from this nightmare, instead of waking up in my own bed or even a hospital bed I find myself back here. Does that mean I actually was reincarnated ? It is clearly a better alternative than burning eternally in hell.

But I had so much I still wanted to do in my life, or my past life. I don't even remember dying. Not really, all I can remember is blinking lights inside the airplane, and the message from the captain, If that is actually what happened, the memories seem so distant and hazy.

Even if I just accept that I was reincarnated, where is this ? I have never heard about real creatures like that beast woman except for in fantasy stories. Things like that simply do not exist, at least they don't exist on earth. Wait .doesn't that mean in another world ? And if that beast woman is my mother, shouldn't I be the same species ? oh shit. Why didn't I think of that earlier, I might not even be human anymore ? that is seriously messed up

With a lump deep in my stomach, I started to move my arms, uncoordinated as they were. I moved my new hand up to feel my new face, but as soon as my fingers touched I felt something sharp poke my chin. Startled, I brought up my hand in front of me. What I was looking at didn't resemble a normal human hand at all. Instead of the little chubby baby hand I expected, it was a chubby paw looking appendage covered in white fur.

In complete shock, I turned the weird looking appendage, not quite believing my own eyesight

The more I studied my hand, the more I realized it was more like a paw than anything else. I had shorter fingers than I would expect, a little sharp looking claw at the end of each finger, paw pads in the inside of my hand, or inside my paw would be more fitting. Luckily it seemed like I had something resembling a thumb for gripping.

I continued to touch myself around the face, carefully to not hurt myself on those sharp claws, and to my horror, I was missing ears where they were supposed to be, and instead I had triangle shaped ears at the top of my head, just like the beast woman from earlier had.

Angry at the universe, God or whatever kind of force putting me in this situation. I felt like screaming out in anger, stomping my feet hard on the ground, and scream out in frustration, just for the sake of screaming. And as the baby I am, the only thing I'm actually capable of doing is to scream.

I'm not human anymore, I don't know exactly what I am, but I take it I'm the same kind of beast creature as I saw earlier, and that has to be my mother. Oh crap, this can't be happening. I'm not sure what I am, but I'm not human anymore.

The thought of being a monster, losing my own humanity sent panic through my little body and made me start breathing faster until I was hyperventilating uncontrollably.

As I lay there in the pile of furs struggling to breathe properly, I was suddenly lifted up and put on a shoulder.

I felt myself being rocked up and down gently while someone was gently stroking my back until my breathing slowly resumed its normal pace.

Feeling calmer, I lied on the shoulder and enjoyed being stroked on my back until I was held up by my savior. And my savior was no other than the monster that was most likely my mother.

Her crimson red eyes looked at me with affection, and she started to speak to me in a low gentle tone, with words I had never heard before. I tried to smile back at her, not sure if smiling was a thing these creatures did.

She then sat down in her own pile of furs and started to cuddle me, scratching me all over, rubbing my ears and just making me feel better. I might have been reborn as some weird creature but I can't deny that there might be some pleasures I could experience, even if I had turned into some kind of beast creature.

We spent what felt like several hours like that, with me nodding off occasionally in her embrace,

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She might look like a monster, but it's clear that she cares for me. A mother's love is unrivaled, even for these beings.

I don't actually want to admit it, but it's hard to deny that I'm a baby again, a completely helpless baby. I can't move much, can't speak or do anything by myself. I can only scream to get attention. Life as a baby would be simpler if I didn't have all my old memories, that way I wouldn't be embarrassed or feel shame from simple things like feeding or not being able to go to the bathroom.

As soon as I had the thought, I felt the urge to pee, Embarrassing as it is, isn't it better to just do it ? I don't think she dressed me, or gave me a diaper of any kind, so she would see the wet spot right away. If she put me back in my own pile I might end up lying in it for hours.

I tried to make a few different sounds, but forming words was above me at this moment. The only thing I achieved by making muffled baby sounds was more patting from mother.

Annoyed for not being able to communicate properly, I decided to just go here and now, I'm already embarrassed over my whole situation. It's not like wetting myself as a baby would make me feel much more ashamed than what I'm already feeling.

It barely took my mother two seconds before she noticed what I was doing. She immediately got up, holding me at maximum range and held me out of range of our furs.

The way the warm liquid trickled down my legs made it quickly clear that I didn't have any diapers on. I thought I would feel ashamed over my actions, but seeing the expression of panic the fierce beast woman made as she ran around in the tent while holding me out of splash range was priceless.

I couldn't help but laugh mentally. Later that day she equipped me with a makeshift diaper made out of cloth and skins to prevent any future accidents, something I had conflicting feelings about, it wasn't actually comfortable wearing, but again I could just go whenever nature calls. Damn I miss being mobile enough to do such simple things by myself.

The days passed quickly, I can't say for sure how much time passed, since life as a baby is incredibly dull, since I can't do much other than crawl around, feed and sleep. I can't deny that I'm a baby, or that I'm no longer human anymore. But I'm slowly coming to terms with my situation, not like I have much of a choice, I am more or less trapped in this feeble little body after all.

So far I have made some progress, I don't find my mother's feral features that scary anymore, I found out that she also has six long and fluffy tails, while I only have one. It sure came as a shock when my mother suddenly held up a white fluffy thing for me to grab, and as soon as I tugged the thing I felt something pull from my backside.

I can't quite say what race we are yet, but I suspect there might be some connection to foxes, maybe even some type of kitsune, that would explain the multiple tails. I have seen a few other people, or rather beast people come into our tent, and they are all clearly the same race as us, everyone has the same white fur and crimson red eyes. The only distinctive difference is the number of tails they have. No one I have seen had as many tails as mother. Everyone so far did have a fairly respectful body language towards her and a few even bowed to her, so the numbers of tails might represent a person's age or status.

I'm not sure what development level these beings are at, But after examining the tent we were living in from the inside, and how the diapers were made out of raggy cloth and skins I suspect that most tailoring is done by hand.

So far I have not been provided any baby toys, teddy bears or any objects you would usually give a toddler back home. The only thing I’ve gotten so far was a large bone, it was about the size of my forearm, and mother had put it in my mouth, expecting me to chew on it. So with all the clues so far I feared the development here was rather low.

I'm also slowly picking up some words, but I can't follow any conversations yet, But I expect that will come naturally with time.

As I was relaxing in my usual sleeping spot, deep in thoughts about everything and nothing, my mother was suddenly looming over me with a huge grin on her face. Instead of giving me cuddles, playing with me, or to check if I needed feeding, she picked me up and started wrapping thick furs around, and headed for the tent opening.

I was excited to finally be able to see the outside of the tent I had been stuck in for my entire short life.

Finally on the outside I was met with an amazing view of the starlit night sky, It was like nothing I had ever seen. There were bright stars everywhere, looking more like something you would see on Nasa’s website then something you actually see for yourself. I tried to find any constellations I could recognize, but it was like I was looking at a completely different night sky.

Taking a break from viewing the gorgeous night sky, I tried to absorb as much information on my surroundings as possible. It must have been mid winter, since the snow was thick on the ground, reaching my mother up to her knees, besides that there were not many clues on where we could be, there were no buildings, or anything in sight except for forest.

Mother held me tightly as the shivering wind was howling past us, making me glad I was so firmly wrapped. We were walking like this for several minutes, until we arrived in a much larger tent than what we were living in. It was a rather large structure, resembling a native American longhouse in the shape.