Panther Cub

WOOO, I have a bad feeling for poor Claire about this up and coming politician that is also running the etiquette school.

Methinks Connor definitely has a target on his back, and it's a bright red blinking neon light!

O.O WOOOOOOO!!!

Elise is not the only confused one. Is this story going to be Groundhog's Day in the DD?

Interesting start. I'm curious to see where this is going!

Well now I'm wishing we coulda seen some Nest Daddy in action, taking care of the littles assigned to him! Seriously though, great chapter (as always) and now I'm getting some foreshadowing that Kelly is going to be making herself quite the nuisance!

Oh wow, how did I get the names confused that badly? I didn't mean Mia, I meant Aisha... they don't even start with the same letter! >.<

Ooooooooh, I'm excited!

Awwwww, a real shame, 'cause now I want me some peanut brittle...

There's a gallery dedicated to peanuts? ? Does they have peanut brittle available?

I have a feeling that Mia is definitely going to become Claire's full-time mommy, which, realistically, is the best possible outcome for her at this point. As for Chloe... so far, I am currently rooting for Mia to take in two cute little girls, because getting back to her home dimension does now seem feasible at this point either.

This feels very ominous and foreshadowy!

OH! Just leaving us on a cliff-hanger like that?! So cruel! (JK, I kinda do the same thing from time to time with my own stories... ?)

Excellent chapter!

YAY! And anthro ones could make for some awesome forever toddlers! To be doted on and loved and all that jazz!

Those are all fun ideas! And some may be close to what I have planned... or not! No spoilers! ? In all seriousness, a cute little wolf and skunk? Who wouldn't have an urge to cuddle them?! A monster! (Or if we're talking an actual wolf and skunk, someone with a great survival instinct and a working nose.) Expect some cute shenanigans! And yes, Tiffany is going to come into play, and be super-duper excited!

Agreed.

YES! THIS! Despite her... Amazonness, Katherine is a sweet and caring person, with a backbone. Dawn may not like it, but she is now in her and James' custody, and is as far as this society goes, a toddler. I'm not going to bring up again just how lucky Dawn is to have been taken in by Katherine and James in comparison to other Amazons as I feel that that has been discussed to death. I will however say this, no matter how much she tries to fight it, throw up whatever resistance, passive or active, Katherine's gentle, caring touch is going to eke its way through.

I am very interested in this story!

This is excellent work! I now really wanna see the next chapter!

Hehehe, gunna be fun on the bun to introduce! I'll try not to! That's the problem with so many projects going at once! >.< And I went and did this to myself! Razzum Frazzum Imagination :3

Thank you for reading! And the comment as well!

YAY! I'm so happy to have finished chapter 12! Geeze, I have so many stories going already! But I am powering through! Tracey's Story (Chapter 12) by Panther Cub Tracey sat at her desk scribbling down notes. Mrs. Holon, a pleasant mouse woman, was currently walking the class through the history of the Binnoh Dynasty, and the many wars that they fought for over a century. Tracey never figured that MSers would be taught the more bloody parts of history, yet that's what was happening. Mrs. Holon was even using a sock puppet to help make it more palatable, or so Tracey assumed. She sighed and suckled her binky some more.It had been a few days since her big reveal and subsequent demotion from Daycare volunteer to enrollee. She looked around at her classmates, all wearing the school uniform complete with the diaper bulges or in the cases of the girls and their skirts, diaper peekages. Feeling a nudge to her left, Tracey looked to see Nora standing there. The deer girl gave Tracey a hug and a quick diaper check. All of the volunteers and teachers doted on her classmates, herself now amongst that number, but Nora took things the extra mile. She was always ready for a hug, to check Tracey's diapers more than was usual, and give Tracey her naptime bottle with the tigress in question settled in her lap, all the same treatment she gave to Lyra. To Tracey, it was like she had a second Mommy when at school. Needless to say, it's about what she had expected to happen when she was discovered. Nora gave her a quick nuzzle before moving down the row to the next student to give them a check as well."Now, class," Mrs. Holon said, addressing the students, "can anyone tell me who was the most influential member of the royal family for over fifty years?"A few tentative paws, hooves, and talons were raised. The gray mouse teacher's sock puppet, which was made to look like a black sheep with googly eyes and was named Oskar, started to rub its chin, before pointing to a blushing eagle girl who took her binky out to answer."I think Little Tiffany might have a great answer," Oskar the puppet said, with Mrs. Holon making her voice sound deeper. Tiffany let out a giggle before she continued."U-uhm... was it the Grand Bishop Nills the Black?" Tiffany offered."A very good guess, sweetie!" Mrs. Holon gushed. In her time volunteering Tracey had come to the conclusion that the mouse lady loved MSers. Even when someone gave a wrong answer, she would go out of her way to encourage and praise them while correcting them. Tracey also knew that she regularly babysat MSer students when their parents needed a sitter. "He was a very powerful and influential person in his time, which was all the more intriguing since he was a skunk, and in the ancient country of Parna, skunks were considered of the lowest caste, just one step above slaves. And it is true that from behind the scenes, he manipulated different levels of the government at the time, even setting up his own personal network of spies and assassins. But there was someone much more influential."Oskar rubbed his chin again, Mrs. Holon making a deep sounding "Hmmm," before pointing with him to an alligator girl next to Tracey, this one with pink scales, She was hugging a little white plush kitten. "How about you, Bethy?""Uh... Emperor Silas?" she offered, blushing and ducking her face shyly behind her stuffie."Another wonderful answer," Mrs. Holon praised, clapping her paws, "yes, Emperor Silas Windclaw was indeed a very influential person. He completely redesigned all of the cities and towns within the empire by redesigning their layout to make the flow of traffic easier, as well as building and maintaining paved roads connecting all of the cities and towns to the ports, and even designed and had installed the first early sewer systems! But there was still someone else even more influential. Now can anyone tell me who it was, hmm?"She then had Oskar call upon the wolf boy in the back, Travis. "Was it the Duchess Abelle?" The soft brown-furred wolf boy offered."So close, sweetheart," Mrs. Holon said with a warm smile, "Duchess Abelle did indeed have quite the political sway, furthered by her lucrative textile company she had built from the ground up, which was not something many badgers like herself to say that they were able to do in her day. But the person I'm thinking of was a bit different. Anyone else?"Tracey raised her own paw, hugging her own plush friend to her chest. She was vaguely aware of her diaper growing warm, but she ignored it, plucking out her pacifier and letting it drop, since it was clipped to her blouse."Our new little kitten looks like she might have the answer," Oskar the black sheep puppet said, pointing to her. Tracey swallowed, feeling multiple sets of eyes on her."Uhm... w-was it... Davina the Red?" Tracey asked, a blush forming on her cheeks as her ears picked up some snickers."Absolutely correct!" Mrs. Holon said, jumping a little and clapping again. More than a few of Tracey's fellow classmates looked up at the teacher in confusion."B-but," Travis said, his ears perked and his head cocked to the side in confusion, an act that Tracey had to admit made him look adorable, "wasn't Davina that gladiator who... uhm... had MS?""That's right, Travis," Mrs. Holon said, adjusting her glasses. "Davina the red held many titles in her life. Slave, Gladiator, Champion, Warlord. And yes, she had what was at the time referred to as Isbird's Judgement, or as we now know it Miner's Syndrome. There are multiple tapestries that depict her having her diapers changed by her personal handmaidens, being fed by local wetnurses, and needing to sleep in a cradle. Yet that did not stop her. After her tribe abandoned her for being cursed after she had become a physical adult, she was captured and sold into the slave markets within the empire. She killed multiple owners of her until she was sold to a gladiatorial company. There she trained and learned how to fight, and began to dominate opponents left and right. She was able to win her freedom, and continued to voluntarily fight in the arena time and time again for a steady pay. She even charged marchants to praise their products in public. When not fighting in the arena, she was able to find employment with a mercenary company, rising through the ranks very quickly, thanks to her victories on the battlefield."Mrs. Holon was in her element now. When not helping with the care of MSers, she had a passion for history. "The Grand Bishop saw her rise not only in popularity with the citizens, but even amongst the military, he grew concerned. At first, he had dispatched teams of assassins on three separate occasions to eliminate her. All three were complete failures, beheaded by Davina. That was when he tried another method. He had Davina lured to the private manor of Duchess Abelle, whom he had coerced into his scheme with information on her business rivals thanks to his spies. When Davina arrived, she was led to a large nursery where several nannies were waiting. Instead of using force, they resorted to using techniques to help calm upset children and successfully convinced Davina into a crib. Over the course of three months, Davina was kept prisoner in a nursery, attended to at all times by nannies and wetnurses, as well as by the Duchess herself."Tracey had been amazed when she had learned of this historical lioness, and even moreso when she found other historical figures who had similar conditions."And this is where historians tend to get into heated debates, about whether Davina actually planned this, or if it was just a stroke of luck. Either way, the Duchess, after being exposed to Davina and assisting in her care, initially for the sake of enjoying her humiliation, started to become more fixated on the lioness. She began to have expensive, and adorable, outfits made to take her out in public. She had a much more comfortable crib commissioned. And she even began to nurse Davina herself, preferring that to having the wetnurse do it. Over those three months, Duchess Abelle started to view Davina more and more as her own daughter, showering her with gifts and attention and affection. This is a process that at the time was called Bonding, but now we refer to it as Tursk's Syndrome, which is where an individual who does not have MS, when exposed to someone who does, starts to form a parental bond with them."Tracey paused as she heard this new piece of information. "Tursk's Syndrome?" she mouthed to herself.Mrs. Holon continued, but now speaking with Oskar. "Soon, while not exactly under Davina's thumb, it became clear that the lioness, who was the Duchess' senior of five years, had quite a bit of influence with her new, legally adoptive mother. Through her, Davina was able to reestablish her contacts within her mercenary company and friends within the military, as well as start ingratiating herself with the merchants, thanks to the Duchess' influence. Despite some misgivings from Duchess Abelle, Davina resumed her campaigning and fighting in battles and fighting in arenas. She even led a few impromptu missions to save military units that had been captured, proving herself to be a skilled tactician and leader. The emperor saw this and offered her a leadership position in the military, which she took.""Once more, she rose through the ranks, quickly becoming Emperor Windclaw's most trusted general, who thwarted an assassination attempt on his life. With the resources at her disposal and newfound authority, partially influenced by the failled assassination attempt, Davina began a long and bloody campaign to root out corruption in the empire. Many wealthy nobles were killed, indeed entire bloodlines were wiped out. This all came to a head between the Grand Bishop and General Davina, the latter of the two provided proof of Nils' scheming to set up his own holy empire, pointing him out to be behind the assassination attempt. The Grand Bishop was stripped of his title and power and imprisoned for the rest of his life.""Huh, never knew just how creepy bloody political intrigue could be when told by a sock puppet," Tracey mumbled to herself. Her ears picked up a stifled giggle and, looking over to her left, she saw Lyra holding her paws to her muzzle, looking right back at her. Tracey smiled in spite of herself. Despite the utter humiliation of becoming just another Daycare student, Tracey found that it wasn't all bad. Lyra was quick to be there for her and offer her comfort. She was lucky to have made a friend like her."Okay, class," Mrs. Holon said in her regular voice, "I'm assigning you all a group project. Everyone will be divided up into groups of four, and next week, you will all give presentations! I will pass out a rubric for you all to follow. As for the subject of this presentation... each group is to select and research a historical figure who had MS! It can be anyone of your group's choosing! Oh, yes Lyra?" Tracey looked over to see Lyra practically jumping in her seat, excitedly raising her paw."Can we pick our own groups?" she asked."Well of course, sweetie," the mouse teacher said, finding the vixen's excitement to be adorable.Lyra then turned to Tracey. "Wanna be in a group together?""O-okay," Tracey said, slipping her binky between her lips. Shortly after that, the rubrics were passed out, and students were sent to the play room for playtime. Classes were ten minutes shorter than non-Daycare classes, as Tracey had observed, so as to allow things like scheduled playtimes and naptime. Getting up from her desk, Lyra took her paw in her own, and started to lead her into the playroom following their waddling classmates, some of whom the volunteers were leading over to the changing tables for a quick change. Tracey saw that Lyra was leading her over to where the wolf boy, Travis, and the pink alligator girl, Bethy, were playing. Travis was pushing a toy firetruck along, dodging attacks from the 'giant' plush kitten that Bethy was holding."Hey, guys," Lyra said, plopping down with a crinkle sitting cross-legged on the colorful puzzle-piece mat, prompting Tracey to do the same."Hi, Lywa," Travis said around his bright red binky, his tail wagging back and forth happily, making him crinkle as well."H-hi," Bethy said to Tracey, hiding behind her kitten a bit."H-hewwow," Tracey said back, hiding behind Felicity herself."This is Tracey, and she and I are gunna be in a group together for the project. You guys want in?" the arctic vixen asked."'Kay!" Travis said, bouncing a bit."A-alright," came Bethy's response, smiling a bit at Tracey when she peeked around her kitten."Do you have a historical MSer in mind already, Lyra?" Travis asked after plucking out his own binky."I thought of a few, but I figured we could all decide together," said Lyra."I really wanna see if there's any MSers who became firefighters of note in the past!" Travis said, holding and proudly showing his firetruck. Tracey took that as to meaning that Travis wanted to be a firefighter."A-are there any firefighters who have MS?" she asked, blushing and feeling like the center of attention."Uh-huh! My cousin's a firefighter, and she's an MSer! And not just a bedwetter either! Part of her training in getting prepared involves hopping out of her crib when on duty, while her caretaker gives her a diaper change in under thirty seconds!" Travis looked excited, while Tracey felt confused."OH! C-can we submit that one wild west Sheriff with MS, uhm, Leanne... uh, the bunny one?" Bethy started off excited but seemed to become a bit more flustered as the others in their group looked to her."Sure! I think I remember reading about her," Lyra said, now stacking some nearby blocks."Got any suggestions, Tracey?" Travis asked as he started to push his fire truck near Lyra's block tower."Uhm," Tracey started to think quickly, "m-maybe a famous pirate? Or... uhm... a... uh... knight?""OH! Or maybe a samurai!" Bethy chimed in, once more looking enthused."S-sure!" Tracey said, smiling more. As she started to join in on the playtime, yesterday having been sitting by herself in a corner hugging Felicity while Lyra gave her some space, Tracey started to feel a little better. Travis and Bethy seemed nice, and Lyra was friends with them. Maybe she could be as well. What also brightened her mood were the possibilities that MSers could have had more than one instance of some kind of historical significance. Maybe there were even some that competed in the Sylvasti Games. With their group of four decided, they continued to play and discuss possible candidate ideas for their searches. Lyra even suggested having her Mommy and Daddy get in contact with all of theirs to set up a play-study-date over the weekend. Tracey was a little nervous at the prospect but agreed to it, knowing that her parents will be thrilled that she's making friends.When playtime was concluded, Tracey followed her new class schedule to a chemistry lab, with the walls decorated with cartoon character representations of the different periodic elements, complete with their periodic table signs above them. The stools were all bright primary colors, and the volunteers were watching very diligently. The teacher, Mr. Kindoss, a very gentle-spoken bull, started to walk them through the lesson about ions, with the kids taking notes. After chemistry was phys. ed. They were all led to the changing room where, after several diaper changes, including Tracey who had been shocked to learn that her Pawpers were soaked; the volunteers helped to dress them in legless onesies and led them into the Daycare section's own gymnasium. There, they were led by the phys. ed. teacher, a twenty-something orange vixen named Miss Signal, in some stretches, before leading them in a game of dodgeball. The balls of course being soft foam so as to keep the MSers from getting hurt.Tracey found run-waddling in a diaper a little strange, but was able to dodge quite skillfully. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she actually started to have fun, especially when Travis did a silly movie dive, in pretend slow motion, to try and catch a ball. Tracey noticed that some of the other MSers kept looking her way, which she took to mean that they were still getting used to the idea that one of their caregivers was now just like them, and tried to shrug it off. With their exercise concluded, everyone in Tracey's class, including Tracey, received praise and hugs from the volunteers and Miss Signal. Nora was quick to cuddle and praise Lyra and Tracey as well, leading them by the paws back towards the changing room. After getting changed back into their uniforms, they were taken to the lunch room. Tracey saw some MSers waddle over to the long tables, whereas some went straight for the high chairs. Bethy was one of the first to scramble into one of the high chairs and seemed excited when a larger female grizzly bear volunteer buckled her in and secured the tray."Now where do my two special girls wanna sit today, hmm?" the deer girl asked, making Tracey blush. Tracey looked at the high chairs, seeing that all the MSers sitting in them were being fed and fussed over by volunteers, whereas those sitting at the tables, while still being supervised, were mostly eating on their own. In both instances, all MSers were bibbed, and rightfully so as the majority were proving to be messy eaters. Lyra saw Tracey's hesitation and gave her paw a squeeze."How about the tables today?" she asked, getting a kiss to her forehead in response."Okay, my little kit!" Nora pulled Lyra into a hug, and then did the same for Tracey, before leading them to an open space for the two of them. Once seated, she disappeared and quickly returned with a pair of pink bibs that she secured gently around their necks. "Okay, girls, the options for lunch today are burgers and fries, fruit salad, juice, MS food, and formula."Tracey blushed, looking and seeing some of her fellow MSers in the highchairs, being spoonfed the MS food, which were just larger jars of baby food, just made to be nutritionally made to feed MSers of different species and age groups. The previous day, Tracey had sat at the corner of the table, and chose to only drink the tiger formula, which was served in a bottle. "C-can I have a burger, please?" She was hugged and nuzzled again by Nora."You sure can, kitten," Nora said, making Tracey blush. "I'm so happy you're feeling better today! And what about you, Lyra?""The same, please!" Lyra said, giggling at being nuzzled by the deer girl. Tracey and Lyra, as well as Travis who took a seat across from them, started to chat as they began to eat their lunches, with Nora and other volunteers and several teachers staying close by and checking up on everyone individually. When lunch was over, Tracey was surprised to find that she had gotten ketchup all around her mouth and dribbled a bit onto her bib, and was cleaned up. Lyra was a little better off, but Travis looked like he had just mashed his burger into the sides of his muzzle. Afterwards, they were all led to the quiet room, where some nap mats were set up near some cribs. Some of her classmates had their diapers checked and were then led to the cribs and placed inside.Tracey, Lyra, Bethy, and Travis all sat on mats near each other, while Mrs. Holon with Oskar, sat in a chair with a big storybook in her lap. Tracey had learned that since not every MSer wanted to take a nap during naptime, but their bodies required it nonetheless as shown by how cranky they would get, the general rule was that no one had to sleep, just sit or lay down on the mats and in the cribs while a teacher read them a story. Every single time, they would all drop like flies before the book was over. It was a story about a little tiger girl who went exploring one day, finding a secret village of stuffed animals. Tracey tried to listen, despite how juvenile the story was, but soon found herself yawning. Looking to her left, Travis was already curled up with his thumb in his muzzle, fast asleep. Bethy was next to him already laying down, her eyes drooping while she cuddled her kitten, her white binky in her mouth. To her right, Lyra was cuddling her tail, nodding off but clearly trying to stay awake. Tracey hugged Felicity close and tried to fight the sleep, but soon, she was out like a light.After nap time, which Tracey was reluctant to admit made her feel recharged and energized, there was art class, where today they were doing pawpainting. This was done in the art room which was an all floor tile, with smocks put on them, and with the volunteers helping to wash the paint from everyone's fur or scales or feathers. Tracey wasn't a very skilled artist with a brush, and she wasn't much better with her paws. But she received praise from Nora and the teacher and other volunteers regardless. Bethy was surprisingly very skilled at painting with her dulled claws, making a portrait of Travis as a firefighter. Travis himself seemed more focused on trying to paint a city being attacked by a giant evil-looking teddy bear. And Lyra was making a rough attempt at a butterfly. She saw Tracey looking over and smiled sheepishly."I work better on days where we use brushes," she said.Tracey started to make a red-spotted cow, finding using her paw-fingers quite challenging."Woah! Nice killer clown, Tracey!" the wolf-boy said while wagging his tail. Tracey blushed, now seeing that her cow had indeed started to look like a horned killer clown. The left hoof looked like a knife, and the happy grin certainly looked sinister. She said nothing to contradict Travis' assessment, and soon enough, Nora was helping to scrub the paint from Lyra and her paws. It was time for the last class of the day, English. They started a new book, Treasure Archipelago, with everyone taking turns to read different paragraphs. Class ended with the teacher assigning them to finish the first chapter and then read the second one. This particular teacher, Tracey knew, liked to pull out random pop quizzes, so she made a mental note to make sure to re-read both chapters thoroughly at home. All of the MSers needed a diaper change before they were led to their cubbies to grab their backpacks."Okay, Tracey," Nora said, holding her and Lyra's paws once again. "You have track practice, so me and Lyra will walk you there. I need to drop off this diaper bag for your coach anyways." Nora patted the big pink cloth satchel that Nora had on. Tracey groaned inwardly but nodded, glad she was now in a fresh diaper. As much as she hated having to be in them, she preferred her teammates' first impression of her since her condition became public knowledge was not one with a soaked or messy diaper. They were led out of the Daycare section and out into the halls. They passed by shuffling students, some who sincerely commented on how cute Tracey and Lyra were, some who snickered, and some who muttered insults. They all shut up from the angry glare Nora flashed them. Tracey had only ever seen Nora angry once, and it was actually kind of scary. Like a feral mama bear.Soon, they were at the girls' locker room. Nora entered, with the other two girls in tow. Tracey and Lyra both had their binkies in and were nervously suckling them. The atmosphere of chattering and giggling between the track team members evaporated, like someone hit the mute button. All eyes were right on Tracey. She immediately spotted Leslie, the snow leopardess was grinning, looking excited."Aww, what a couple of little cuties," she said with a giggle.Tracey bristled at that and blushed as she heard some giggles coming from the other girls. She spit out her pacifier to speak, but Nora beat her to it."Hey, Leslie, nice to see you again! That last meet was amazing! You set a new record! Well, before Tracey beat it," the deer girl said, surprising more than a few girls present. Leslie started to growl, until she caught a glimpse of the cute white and purple bunny diaper peeking out from the bottom of Tracey's skirt. She felt a strong urge to go over and check to see if she had wet, and shook her head."What's going on here?" a voice asked, stepping into the locker room. Coach Trosta looked around, the older black bunny woman frowned a bit as she caught Leslie's eye, prompting the snow leopard to turn away and finish putting her uniform in the locker. The coach smiled at the trio before her. "Mr. Holder gave me a call, Nora. Thanks for walking Tracey here, and for dropping off some supplies.""It's always a pleasure to be able to spend time with both of my unofficial little sisters," Nora said, her pupils practically turning into heart-shapes. This made Tracey roll her eyes, and Lyra try to do the same, but the vixen couldn't stop the giggle from escaping her lips."Well, I'm sure that they both appreciate you taking such good care of them," Coach said with a smile, ruffling Tracey and Lyra's headfur before accepting the diaper bag offered to her by Nora. "But we gotta hurry up for practice! Our next meet is next week!""Oh! Is it a home or away game?" Nora asked, now nuzzling the top of Lyra's headfur, in what Tracey figured was a subconscious instinct. Then she felt Nora start doing the same for her."Home. We'll be facing off against Calneri High.""OH! Then I can make it! And maybe Lyra's mommy and daddy will let her stay and cheer Tracey on too! Would you like that, sweetie?" Lyra blushed at being put on the spot, so instead leaned more into Nora's hug and nodded her head."Well that's wonderful," Coach said, taking Tracey's paw. Tracey, realizing that Nora would have to leave soon, all of a sudden felt nervous and held onto Nora's hoof. The deer girl took notice and cooed."Aw, don't worry, Tracey-wacey! You'll see me again before you know it! besides, you need to get into your track uniform."Tracey shook her head clear before nodding. "R-right, thanks, Nora," she said, subconsciously slipping her binky back between her lips. Nora cooed once more and leaned over, planting a kiss on Tracey's forehead."Now you go have fun, kitten," Nora said, leading Lyra away. Lyra waved as she waddled along, her big bushy white tail starting to hike itself up just before they left the locker room."Okay, Tracey, now I'm unsure if you need help changing into your track uniform, so if you want, I can help, or you can try on your own," Coach said. Tracey blushed at a few snickers as some of her teammates left the locker room to head out to the field."I think I can dow it," Tracey lisped, opening her locker and pulling out her track athletic shirt and shorts. She quickly had her blouse off and already had a sports bra on. She slipped the tight-fitting green and white striped shirt on. Removing her skirt and ignoring the Awww's from some of the other girls, she stopped and let her coach check to see if she needed a change. Given the all clear, Tracey pulled up the small green and white tight shorts... only to find that they couldn't go past halfway up her diaper."Uh-oh," her coach said. "I forgot all about that. For MSers competing in school sports they need to wear a school athletic diaper cover. It'll be okay to practice in just your diaper, and I'll order you a couple of covers. They should be delivered by lunchtime tomorrow."Tracey blushed and nodded, not trusting herself to say anything as her face became very warm. She pointedly ignored the smiles from her teammates. There were a few who seemed malicious and enjoyed her embarrassment. But the majority seemed to find her genuinely cute. Tracey's ears picked up on two girls discussing offering their babysitter services to her parents. She wasn't sure which she disliked more, the ones who were mean or the ones who thought she was adorable. Tracey made her way out onto the field. She saw some of the boys track team members staring at the girls and started to feel her face heat up again as she could sense their eyes going over her, zeroing in on her new look.She really disliked the slight waddle to her step her Pawpers caused. Powering through, Tracey took up her starting position and, with Coach blowing the whistle, she was off. With very little difficulty, her mind went blank, and everything fell away again. All that existed for Tracey was herself and the track she was running down. She was in the zone, aloof, no longer worried about diapers and bottles and being babied, but just concentrating only on her running. She finished and came to a stop, grinning. Several of her teammates had tried to outpace her, which itself was nothing new, but they hadn't paced themselves. Tracey guessed that they had figured they would have an easier time passing her now that she was running in a diaper. Practice continued like that, Tracey maintaining her status quo as the track star, until finally it came to an end. On her way back to the locker room, Coach had stopped her and checked her diaper. To Tracey's humiliation, she had filled it at some point out on the field."I can help changing the kitten's diaper, Coach," Leslie piped up, making Tracey jump."That's very kind of you to offer, Leslie, but I'll handle that," Coach said, taking Tracey by the paw and leading her to her office, closing the door behind them. From the diaperbag, Coach pulled out a pink changing mat, a tub of wipes, a canister of powder, and another diaper. This one was white with red trim and a red heart in the center. She guided Tracey down onto the mat, and handed her Felicity who had also been in the bag. Tracey snuggled her plushie as Coach got to work undoing the tapes and setting about cleaning her up. The tigress blushed during the change, not stopping even after her bottom was dusted with powder and the fresh diaper taped on. Taking care of the tape over the tail hole, the black bunny gave her padded bottom a pat."There, I'll bet that feels much better," she said, picking up the balled up used one and dropping it into her wastebasket. Tracey nodded and suckled her binky. She went out into the locker room and quickly changed back into her uniform. It wasn't long before Tracey then headed back out, hugging Felicity. Instead of heading in the direction of her usual route, she instead headed towards the parking lot where, just as they had said so this morning, her parents had pulled up in the SUV. Tracey's mom got out and gave her a big hug."Mr. Holder called us today and said you've started to make friends! I'm so proud of you, sweetie," Katherine said. Tracey rolled her eyes but smiled and hugged her mommy back. She soon found herself safely buckled into her carseat and given a bottle of apple juice to nurse, which she did, in between answering questions about her day. The idea of a play/studydate with her new friends was very well received. They pulled into their driveway, and Tracey was let to go take a shower. After her daddy put her in a fresh diaper, she was set into her playpen and started in on her homework. It was just starting to get dark when she noticed her parents were getting dressed up, her mommy in a pretty red dress and matching earrings, and her father in his tuxedo. Looking down at just her green t-shirt and pink diaper, the young tigress felt woefully underdressed."Are we going somewhere?" Tracey asked."I'm sorry, kitten," Paul said, coming over to ruffle her headfur. "Your mommy is receiving an award from her company tonight.""Oh, right," Tracey said, remembering her mommy mentioning that a few days ago."But don't you worry, we got you a sitter that we think you are going to love," Paul said with excitement. Tracey felt her heart sink. Of course, she realized that they wouldn't leave her alone. Not anymore. She didn't have to wait long to fret over who it could be, when the doorbell rang. Katherine was finishing putting on a red necklace in the hallway mirror, so she just opened the door. In entered Nora."Thank you so much for coming on such short notice, Nora, dear," Katherine said. The deer doe smiled wide."It's no problem. Especially when I get to take care of one of my two favorite cuties even more!" Nora walked over to Tracey's playpen and reached inside to pull the stunned kitten into a hug. "We're gunna have so much fun!"At first, Tracey was too shocked to respond. But then, on instinct, she giggled and hugged back, tucking her head under Nora's chin, prompting a nuzzle that made Tracey purr.Could be worse. It could've been the terrible two, she thought to herself. And there you have it, folks! I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!

WOOO! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Sorry, got so many stories going, but a new chapter will be coming!