Other Fetishes

I fully understand, I just wish you lived out here or the way the state has gone down hill maybe 🤔 wish we lived there. 

You are all so sweet! Hopefully it makes you wanna wewr your diapers when you listen

I have to agree very good stuff ..fun

Well, I know I have some other works that I need to really get done, but this little idea popped into my head last night, and it wouldn't go away until I wrote a chapter for it. So, here's The Infant's Guide to Reaching Purgatory~ Some things to note before we get started: Firstly, the content warnings are very real. Pay attention to the tags before you jump in and read. If it's not for you, you are absolutely not obligated to read, and that's perfectly okay. Secondly, this is not meant as a religion-bashing story, and I will not make it one. I am not religious in the slightest myself (and some of the things that the characters say do not reflect my beliefs), but I respect all creeds. It's just that this story is set in hell, for the very most part. No, it's not a Hellaverse fic: just a babyfur story that happens to be set in a different sort of hell. Finally, it is a very short prologue, and I apologize for not being able to get back into the swing of things in my other stories. I just needed to write something down and post it. About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. Now, without further delay, let's get into this story:   -   Prologue   -   “What do you MEAN, ‘I’m going to Hell’?!”   The female red wolf had all but screamed those words, lashing her tail to-and-fro, nude as the day she was born (to her utmost dismay as she continued to cover herself with her paws and tail as best as she could; the angels said that earthly clothes couldn’t be taken to the afterlife), standing on the clouds that made up the surface of whatever judgment chambers there were in Heaven. Fuck, even the walls and ceiling were covered in clouds.   She was utterly incensed. How dare these fucking self-righteous hypocrites say she was damned?! What did they know about her life?! What did they know about her?!   The swan-winged figure looked at her coldly. Gender and species were impossible to identify with the angel’s robes, the heavenly halo shining upon its masked face. “Violet Ciara Bailey,” the voice intoned, neither male nor female. “Please don’t make this as drawn out as it could be. You’ve been judged by your actions and sins, and-”   “I WANNA KNOW WHY!” Violet snarled furiously.   “Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know why. Your last actions literally spelled it out.”   “Unless you think suicide is a sin all of a sudden?” the red wolf huffed, wishing she had something, anything, really, to cover her body.   Even a towel would be nice…   “I’d say brutally murdering your husband in cold blood gets-”   “YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID TO ME, IF YOU’RE SO FUCKING ALL POWERFUL-”   “Please do not interrupt me, and please do not curse. His actions were detestable. Yours are inexcusable, and you don’t even have the good grace to admit it.”   “Bullshit! I did what any sane woman would’ve done to a fucking bastard like him!”   “Please stop curs-”   “Make me!”   “Don’t - interrupt me - again.”   “Make me! You’re not my parents!”   “And thank the Lord Almighty I’m not. You’re acting like a petulant child.”   “Fuck off, chickenwing! If you’re going to send me down to Hell anyway, when I don’t deserve it, you’re goddamned right I’m gonna chew your ass out!”   The masked figure sighed and pulled out an odd circular object that Violet assumed was a phone of some kind (and it sucked that she couldn’t bring her phone with her to the afterlife. Seriously, the afterlife could go screw itself, at this point.). “We have a Code Sunshine, repeat, Code Sunshine,” the figure said in a bored tone.   The red wolf was suddenly confused. “Sunshine?” she asked.   “It means you’re getting what you’ve rightfully earned,” the angelic figure said, and Violet could practically hear the smug smile on their face that she knew they were hiding behind their mask. “It’s been a while since this code was used. You might want to give us some entertainment.”   “Entertainment? The fuck are you talking about?! You sick fucks like to watch animals get tortured, don’t you?!”   “You’ll see what happens. I bet you last a week before you’re begging for Lucifer’s deepest, darkest pits. Or three days before she has you right where she wants you.”   “Huh?”   Violet felt herself sinking through the clouds, and she howled in distress - she hated heights, hated them, hated them, hated them - before her entire body slipped through, and she began to freefall through the air, her spirit plummeting to earth as she continued screaming in terror, flailing for any purchase where there was none, her soul dropping like a stone. She saw the ground fly up to meet her, and she held her paws out to protect her face, awaiting the crash.   Only she didn’t crash; the second Violet’s spirit hit the ground, she began to sink through the inky black, like she was going into water in the night. Her arms and legs were forced up to her chin, tail curled around her waist, as if she was a fetus again, her body compacting from the pressure.   “OH?” a masculine voice rang out, sounding very amused. “So, you managed to anger an Archangel enough for them to request a Code Sunshine. Can I have your name?”   “Who the fuck are you?” Violet snapped, her voice sounding oddly tiny for a fully-grown she-wolf. “Are you some demon who’s gonna try to torture me, asshole?”   “Well, I can certainly see why they requested it.” The voice was still amused. “Let me see…what is your crime…oh, right here, they texted it to me. Heaven can be so kind in those cases…”   “Who the fuck are you?!” the red wolf repeated furiously.   “Ahem, Violet Ciara Bailey the red wolf, you brutally murdered your husband, Dirk Arnold Stauss the Tapanuli orangutan, with a shotgun…multiple shots before he was finally killed-”   “Shut up!” Violet snarled, baring her fangs, wishing for the millionth time that she wasn’t naked.   The demon continued as if she had never spoken, “-then committed suicide after the murder-”   “SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Violet screamed into the inky blackness, her voice as loud and forceful as a puppy’s.   "-aborted his potential children without his knowledge in the past, refusing them a life when you had other options-"   "GOD DAMN YOU, GO SUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK!"   “And you had arguments with him as well,” the voice finished with a thunderous ending in his tone, far more powerful than hers. “Do you deny any of this?”   The red wolf was shaking, her fur bristling with rage. “Does anyone realize why I did this?! Do you even fucking CARE, you unfair piece of shit?!"   “Fairness in Hell? Do not make me scoff. He is damned as well; there is your 'fairness'. The difference between this man and you are that he did not act childishly when confronted with his wrongdoings. He freely admitted his sins, boasted that he was proud of them, despite knowing very well they were wrong; he is facing his eternal punishment as we speak. Deep down, I think you do know you were not in the right either. What is the saying, ‘two wrongs do not make a right?’”   “Shut up! You don’t know shit about me!”   The voice sighed. “I cannot continue this conversation with someone so immature. I will leave you to the Grand Duchess, Astaroth. May this be the last time we meet.”   “What?”   Violet felt a burning charge go through her soul, trillions upon trillions of times both hotter and colder than she had ever felt in her twenty-five years of life on earth, unable to even scream out her pain in response - and after the charge lanced through every part of her that remained, her conscious thoughts slipped into darkness.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

True, but a quick check of history at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Government_shutdowns_in_the_United_State told me that they've been happening on and off since 1980 and it's a 50/50 split between presidents on both sides suggesting it's something of a bipartisan problem over there. In Australia it's called "blocking supply" and generally speaking, it doesn't happen.  Firstly, compulsory universal voting means that Government in general are less politically polarised here because they have to play to the middle ground of the electorate and not just their ardent supporters.  Secondly, there's a constitutional circuit-breaker.  Australia is still technically a monarchy.  The Governor General, being the appointed delegate of the reigning monarch can step in and dismiss the Government in such circumstances, forcing an election. This has happened once (1974) and there's still people who haven't gotten over it 🤣 I still think that these shutdowns reflect a systemic failure of Government (and opposition).  There are no winners I can see 😟