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Well, isn't this surprising: I came up with yet another new story. This story is actually quite wholesome compared to a lot of my other stories, a recent dream that came to life yesterday. This is babyfur; if you don't want to read it, you don't have to. I hope you will give it a chance, but I won't force you if it's not your cup of tea.

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.

Anyway, let's start the show:

 

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Chapter One: Alpha(bet) Bitch

 

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Kezia Byles ruled Volkenburg/Lauttener University (commonly known as VLU), and she knew it.

 

The sophomore raccoon dog was the captain of the cheerleading squad, a straight-A student majoring in psychology, with one class in her major left to go for her early degree. It was an easy class as well, Child and Family Development. 

 

So what if it lasted all year? So what if it was half of her grade? She was prepared for anything and everything.

 

Her two friends, Robyn and Faith Thornton - fraternal twins: Robyn was a common genet and Faith, a Malayan civet - were right by her side, as close as a sister to the two…and since she was adopted by their parents, they pretty much were her sisters, and the only ones regularly spared from her bitchy side.

 

The others weren’t as fortunate. Kezia was a clownish personality in class, and the teachers were annoyed by her antics…but they couldn’t doubt that she was smart, that her grades were straight A’s, that she knew the coursework better than anyone other than the teachers themselves.

 

And the others, especially the other cheerleaders who weren’t Robyn and Faith? Fuck them; she would go to war against them to put them in their proper places. Especially the ones who were annoyed by her captaincy.

 

Speaking of which, Kezia saw her two rivals for the captaincy as she headed for class. Erin Chinnock the gray wolf and Zoey Coates the clouded leopard. Now, normally, cheerleaders tended to have only one main rival and the rest were beneath notice, but Keira and Zoey were thick as thieves, two peas in a pod, impossible to mention one without the other.

 

Plus they had both stolen a potential boyfriend from Kezia, and she was pissed and out for blood.

 

“Hello, Kezzi,” Erin said, her snout coming close to the raccoon dog’s face. “I hear we’ve got a new teacher for this class, since Mrs. Williams retired.”

 

“I know, Eri,” Kezia sneered, not backing down for a second. “A Miss Keira Hagan, by her roster name. Just try to not to copy my notes with your girlfriend; I don’t want to have to cover for you two in cheer practice.”

 

“We don’t need to copy your notes,” Zoey growled, her whiskers twitching in annoyance. “Apparently, this is a year-long project. All hands on deck for everyone.”

 

“Aww, you can read, Zo-Zo!” Kezia said mockingly. “I didn’t think you could.”

 

“Kez, let’s just…go to class?” Robyn asked timidly. Genets and civets were really small compared to the size of the two rivals. Of course, raccoon dogs were around the same size, and Kezia was admittedly on the smaller side for one, loathe as she was to admit it.

 

“Yeah, listen to your adopted sister,” Erin said. “Maybe-”

 

“Say that again, and you’ll regret it!” Kezia snapped, as she was held back by Robyn and Faith.

 

“Kez, just…ignore them,” the civet said calmly, directing the snarling raccoon dog away from them, and into the class.

 

It was not like the other classrooms, having been larger. There were pastel pinks and blues everywhere decorating the room with surprising color. Artful cartoon designs were on the walls, a giant playpen in the corner with babyish toys and blankets and the carpet was surprisingly soft on her shoes. Looked more like a place where new mothers could put their babies than a college classroom.

 

“Hello, señoras.”

 

Two birds, a barn owl and a red-tailed hawk, had greeted them suavely and simultaneously, as they entered the room at the same time as the girls. Kezia merely rolled her eyes. Freshmen, by the look of it, thinking they were the biggest hot shit in high school and now in a bigger lake and floundering.

 

“Are you trying to flirt?” Kezia asked coldly. “You’re not doing a very good job at it.”

 

“We’re just trying to be nice, mis queridas,” the barn owl said despondently.

 

“You’re the best parts of today, hermosas,” the red-tailed hawk echoed his friend, looking just as despondent.

 

“You’re trying way too hard. My suggestion is that you just don’t try,” Kezia said in an even colder tone than before.

 

Both of the freshmen looked hurt…but they didn’t argue as they went to their assigned seats, close by each other, right next to her adopted sisters in the back. Kezia noted the names next to her on her seat: she was right with her two rivals in the front of the class.

 

Fuck that noise.

 

She sat next to Robyn and Faith, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

 

The boyfriends of her rivals arrived instead. Stan Spellmeyer, the star impala quarterback and Jason Deloatch, the star elk linebacker. Somehow, she had struck out and missed on both of them, with Erin and Zoey, respectively hanging on their arms.

 

Zoey planted a kiss on Jason as she looked at Kezia with a smirk. The cheerleader captain merely flipped her a middle claw, growling to herself. She’d get Zoey back at practice for this, she swore.

 

The rest of the students in the class - seventeen in total, including herself - piled in, and Kezia wondered where the teacher was, what she was like, and how best she could mess with her.

 

Each teacher was different. Some could take a lot of abuse, while others were more sensitive. Now, Kezia wasn’t cruel; the latter, she’d just lightly tease, while with the former, she’d use first names, cause distractions. It was an artform, to see how best to play her mischievous game, and it was one she had perfected, starting from elementary school on.

 

“Why does it look like a daycare?” Robyn asked.

 

“Yeah, that playpen looks like it could even fit Zoey or Erin,” Faith muttered to herself.

 

“I hope it does fit Zoey and Erin; I could use a laugh,” Kezia said loudly enough for the two rivals to hear. They merely glared at her, but she puffed her fur out with pride.

 

“Hellooo, my students!” a new giggling voice came in.

 

A surprisingly young (if Kezia had to guess, she was a recent graduate of some teaching college at around twenty-nine) female hyena had come in, smartly dressed in a white blouse, knee-length black skirt, and flats. There was a kind, yet playful smile on her face, and Kezia could tell from her scent that the hyena probably had a recent baby or something because she was clearly lactating.

 

But what surprised Kezia the most was the female raven in a little black dress and heels, her shining black feathers immaculately groomed. The Dean herself, Renee Stroughter, had come to this class.

 

“Hey, Keira, Renee,” Kezia said with a smirk.

 

The raven looked annoyed, but the hyena had a huge grin on her face as she said, “Oh, good morning, Miss Kezia Byles. You’re in the wrong assigned seat, but I can let it slide for today. Tomorrow, though, I expect you to follow directions on where you need to sit.”

 

“I’ll sit where I fit, Keira,” the raccoon dog replied. “And I think I fit right here with my sisters, thank you very much.”

 

“Goodness, you did tell me about that, Dean,” Ms. Hagan said, the playful smile - not a smirk, but an actual smile - still on her face as she giggled at the stoic raven. “Don’t worry; you’ll have plenty of time to spend with them; you do live in the same dorm, right?”

 

Kezia froze. How did she know that?

 

“Dearie, I do research on all of my students,” the hyena said with a giggle before a serious smile crossed her face. “Now, let’s get straight to the point before introductions: I need a single volunteer that wants to, ah, play a role the whole year without exception for other classes, extracurricular activities and home life for families, hence why there was a waiver sent to your parents to sign before taking this class. This volunteer will be the focal point of our class, Child and Family Development. It focuses on raising a child that’s at the most important stage of growth, and how a healthy community can positively impact a child’s psychological health. Of course, this volunteer gets to do less homework than the rest of the class, gets full credits, and is reimbursed monetarily for the year…”

 

Kezia raised her right paw before anyone else did. “Wait, did you say less homework with full credits?” she asked. “What about the tests-”

 

“Oh, so you’re volunteering, Miss Byles!” Ms. Hagan said cheerfully. “Wonderful! We have ourselves a real go-getter, asking the questions, although given that you’re a cheerleader and top-notch student, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

 

“Indeed. I think you volunteering for this is fitting,” Dean Stroughter said bluntly. What scared Kezia the most was that the dean had the faintest hint of a smile on her face - and the raven never smiled.

 

The sophomore blushed. “But the tests at the end of the semesters-”

 

“Oh, don’t worry your little head about the tests. This is a two semester-long project in the fall and spring. The tests will, if you haven’t read the coursework, will be at the end of each semester, except for you, Miss Byles; you get one single tiny test at the end of this time next year. But most importantly, I expect everyone to have fun with it! After all, studying can be fun as well, and if you’re forming a family, well, having fun with your child is important as well and is important to develop a healthy, happy baby.”

 

“Baby?” The raccoon dog was completely confused. “I don’t understand…”

 

“And you don’t have to, Miss Byles; you’re the one who volunteered to be our little focal point, and I talked with Mrs. Stroughter to prepare for this throughout every class you’re taking. Now, I need two more volunteers…”

 

Erin and Zoey raised their paws at the same time as Faith and Robyn; the other students had been hesitant. Of course, since most of the students were athletes, it wasn’t much of a surprise that they'd want to do the least amount of work possible.

 

“Wonderful, four volunteers! Of course, I can only choose two for the roles, but babysitting is also an important part of any parent’s duties. Let’s do a game of rock/paper/scissors to decide! I always find that having fun, whether it’s in a family or even a classroom setting, is important.”

 

As her sisters began to compete with her rivals, Kezia was confused as hell. What the fuck was going on? Roles? Volunteering for what exactly? What had she gotten herself into? None of this was even on the fine print of this class - and she had read it up and down. This was a surprise; it had to be, considering that the Dean herself was in this class at the beginning.

 

But less homework? Only one test at the end of the year instead of cramming sleepless nights in? With full credits even with the lack of homework? Monetary payment? And all this for half of her grade and one step closer to her dream of becoming a psychiatrist? How could she turn it down?

 

Shit, this might be the easiest class I’ve taken the whole time I've been here.

 

“OH, looks like Miss Chinnock and Miss Coates won the game!” Ms. Hagan’s voice exclaimed giddily. “This works perfectly; they’re right by the front so they can watch their little one, Kezia-”

 

What.

 

What?

 

What?!

 

WHAT?!

 

WHAT THE FUCK?!

 

The enormity of everything that she volunteered for hit Kezia like a hydrogen bomb. That’s why she couldn’t back out once she did the volunteer role. That’s why there was only one volunteer. That’s why two other volunteers were needed. That’s what the whole fucking “roles” were about!

 

Erin and Zoey were taking the roles of the parents.

 

And she was taking the role of the baby.

 

For the whole year. No exceptions, even in her other classes, even in cheerleading, even in her dorm, even when she went home for the holidays! Her adoptive parents had to be okay with it, if they signed a waiver knowing this could happen. The dean was perfectly fine with it, probably even happy about it!

 

And worst of all, she couldn’t back out at this point!

 

Fuuu-

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~

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On 11/24/2024 at 1:54 AM, Panther Cub said:

Okay, I am hooked and already jonesing for my next hit!

 

Glad I could get you hooked! And, well, here you go with the next hit:

 

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Chapter Two: Babysitter (Roll)call

 

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Kezia’s thoughts continued on that one extended word.

 

-uuuuuuuck!

 

The raccoon dog was in a panic. This was going to destroy her meticulously-cared-for social life, her cheerleading scholarship, the Omicron Tau Zeta sorority she was in, everything! How was anyone going to take her seriously if she was considered a drooling infant for the entire year?

 

Then the horror set in. Babies needed…no, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t, this was a giant mistake, let someone else volunteer!

 

Of course, the two rivals, surprisingly enough, didn’t look pleased themselves, as Kezia raised her paw.

 

“Um, Ms. Hagan-”

 

She had only begun her protest when the hyena teacher shushed her gently, the soft smile still on her face. “Now, now, Kezzi, I know you want to back out, but just imagine how much fun you’re going to have! All the work you have to do in this class is play with your toys, suckle on your paci, and interact with the world as a growing baby would! And your test at the end of the two semesters is simple in itself: it’s to delve into how you spent your time as a baby, what made you happy, sad, or scared, writing in a diary about your experiences in the psychological part, and if you learned something from the experience. Easiest class score ever!”

 

“Of course,” Mrs. Stroughter said after clearing her throat, “that doesn’t mean that your other classes should be neglected in the process. I will inform the teachers on what to expect from this class. I expect nothing less than what you’ve proven already, only with a lot less…antics. If you act out or disobey - either with them or in here - you can expect…suitable consequences.”

 

Kezia buried her head in her paws as she tried not to cry. This was too much. How was she going to mess with the teachers now, especially now that they knew this was going to happen? And her adopted parents were okay with this? Really?

 

I’m fucking RUINED.

 

She noticed two soft paws patting her back and knew it was Faith and Robyn, trying to make her feel better, even though she felt utterly destroyed inside. The rest of the class merely looked awkward at the whole situation, including her two rivals.

 

“So, uh, what do the rest of us do?” Stan asked as the impala quarterback scratched his horns.

 

“I’m so glad you asked, Mr. Spellmeyer!” Ms. Hagan said cheerily. “Remember the saying, ‘it takes a village to raise a child’? That’s a lot like what we’re doing here! Your jobs will be to take care of Kezzi in the classes you share with her, babysitting duties when her normal caregivers aren’t there, the works! Judging by the classes she takes, all of you share at least one class with her.” She fixed him with a calm glance, and even though the smile was still on her face, Kezia noted a seriousness that wasn’t there before. “I do expect you all to take care of little Kezzi as if she was your own infant daughter; after all, a lot of you are likely going to have kids yourselves, and this is the first experience of being successful parental figures.”

 

“Understood,” Stan said with a shrug. “I’m fine with it if she is.”

 

The rest of the class nodded in surprising affirmation; Kezia had assumed that they’d be less understanding. She was really tempted to refuse outright. But to do so in front of the dean and the teacher whose final class she needed for her degree? Did she really have a choice?

 

Hell, I-I still have my junior and senior years. This’ll be a blip on the radar. One year of acting like a stupid baby. What’s the worst that can happen?

 

“Sure,” the raccoon dog mumbled, blushing furiously.

 

“Wonderful!” Ms. Hagan exclaimed, as if Kezia was a toddler learning how to say her first words. “Tomorrow, we’ll be getting supplies, but for now, let’s introduce the new baby to her family members! Freshmen first-” Ms. Hagan pointed at the red-tailed hawk, the barn owl, a female big brown bat, and a female Virginia opossum, “then sophomores, and finally juniors! To make it short and sweet, tell us your name, where you’re from, what sports you’re doing here, and if you have any siblings or not.”

 

She gestured kindly to the male hawk, who shuffled his taloned feet nervously. “I’m Jairo Mejia, from Armadillo, Texas, backup center fielder for the VLU Rangers baseball team. I have seven siblings, three older, four younger, all sisters, including a baby sister on the way. I…I guess this isn’t too different from changing my little sisters’ diapers.”

 

Kezia blushed even more at that statement, her mind racing with panic. She was going to have to wear…no, hopefully just wear. Hopefully.

 

The barn owl went next, only a bit more confident than his freshman friend. “Hector Quezada, from Mammoth, Arizona, backup shortstop for the VLU Rangers baseball team. One sibling, an older brother, but I have a lot of younger cousins, so I have a bit of experience in taking care of kids, even if the señora is normally an adult…”

 

Goddammit…

 

“Phoebe Sheehan!” the bat said in a confident, perky tone. “Bostom, Massachusetts, softball pitcher, redshirting for the VLU Lady Rangers softball team, and I have two little brothers who act like babies sometimes. It’ll be okay, Kezzi; when I’m your babysitter, we’ll have so much fun!”

 

Shit…

 

“Valarie Duplessis,” the opossum said in a Southern drawl. “Bat On Rouge, Louisiana, softball pitcher, redshirting fer the VLU Lady Rangers softball team, ten siblings, five older, five younger, including a couple of toddlers. Don’t worry, Kezzi, I promise to be a good babysitter to you.”

 

Fuck…

 

“Now for the sophomores! We’ll start with the front of the class first, the mommies to Kezzy!”

 

Both Erin and Zoey looked like they had swallowed a bunch of limes, but Erin let out a sigh as she went first.

 

“Erin Chinnock, from…well, Wolf’s Creek, Montana,” the wolf said with a shake of her head at the annoyance of the place’s name fitting her species. “I’m a cheerleader, and I have three older siblings. Not sure how to take care of babies, though; never really babysat…”

 

“Don’t worry, Erin, we’re all here to help!” Ms. Hagan said cheerily.

 

Fucking hell.

 

“Zoey Coates from Tiger Mountain, Colorado,” the clouded leopard rival said in a flat tone. “Cheerleader, only child, never babysat either.”

 

“It’ll be okay! Again, we’re here to teach you how to be responsible parents.”

 

Fucking helling shit.

 

“Fabian Dougherty,” a male brown-furred river otter said in a friendly tone. “I’m from Martensburg, Kentucky, starting pitcher for the VLU Rangers baseball team, and I have four siblings, three older, one younger. All of us are boys.”

 

Fucking helling shitting ass.

 

“Wait, you have only brothers, too?” the male light-furred sea otter next to him asked in an awestruck tone. “Cool!”

 

“Well, since you were going to go next, I’ll allow it, but remember to be patient and let others finish,” Ms. Hagan sang.

 

“Of course. Florien Gauthier, from Winnipenguin, Manitoba, Canada, starting pitcher for the VLU Rangers baseball team, five siblings, three older, two younger, all brothers!”

 

Fucking helling shitting assing FUCK!

 

Two familiar faces went next.

 

“Faith Thornton,” the civet said.

 

“And Robyn Thornton,” the genet added.

 

“We’re both locals from Spiderville, Virginia-”

 

“-We’re both cheerleaders-”


“-We’re fraternal twins-”

 

“-And Kezia is our younger sister.”

 

“Wait, younger?” Ms. Hagan was a bit confused. “I thought she’d be the same age-”

 

“Skipped a grade in middle school,” Mrs. Stroughter explained curtly.

 

“How wonderful to have such a smart little lady in our class!” the hyena said with a giggle.

 

Kezia wanted to sink through the floor or die or both at this point.

 

“Now for the juniors from the front of the class!”

 

The elk linebacker went next. “Uh, Jason Deloatch, from Los Angelfish, California, MIKE linebacker for the VLU Rangers football team, and I got three older brothers. We rough-housed a lot, but I promise to be as gentle as a doe for you, Kezzi.”

 

Fuck me.

 

The impala quarterback followed. “Stan Spellmeyer, from New Pork City, New York, star QB for the VLU Rangers football team, four little brothers. Promise to treat you nicely, Kezzi.”


Fuck my life.

 

Four females remained: a great gray owl, a southern rockhopper penguin, a California condor, and a greater roadrunner.

 

The great gray owl went first, her yellow eyes staring politely at the raccoon dog. “Charlotte Granger, from Cincicatti, Ohio, starting pitcher for the VLU Lady Rangers softball team, I have two little siblings, a twin brother and sister, and I hope that, at the end of the day, Kezzi, too, can be a baby sister to me as well.”

 

Fuck my life. Hard.

 

The penguin went next, her odd golden hairs around her eyes immaculately brushed. “Clementine Finley, from Retrieverland, Ohio, starting catcher for the VLU Lady Rangers softball team. Ten siblings, six older, four younger, all brothers. Chaotic, but shouldn't be too much for Kezzi.”

 

Fuck my life. Hard. Up the ass.

 

The condor scratched at her bald head with her impressive wingspan. “Celeste McManus. I’m actually from Scorpion Heights, Nevada, starting pitcher for the VLU Lady Rangers softball team, one younger sister.” Her gaze was kind. “I promise to care for you as if you were her, Kezzi.”

 

Fuck my life. Hard. Up the ass. With a spike-studded lunchbox.

 

Finally, mercifully, came the final classmate: the roadrunner, who gave her a soft smile. “Hortensia Chirinos, from Eagle Lake, Utah, I am a starting second-basewoman for the VLU Lady Rangers softball team, and I have five older brothers and four older sisters. I do have tons of babysitting experience, so don’t worry, Kezzi.”

 

Fuck my life. Hard. Up the ass. With a spike-studded lunchbox. Without lube.

 

“Finally, let’s let Kezzi introduce herself!” Ms. Hagan said with a giggle.

 

I hate every bit of this right now.

 

“I’m Kezia Byles. From Spiderville, Virginia. Cheerleader captain. Faith and Robyn are my only sisters. Apparently, I’m the baby of this class. Goo goo, gaa gaa.” The last two sentences were laced with enough venomous sarcasm to make a black mamba scared.

 

“Not just a baby, but in the eight month old stage!” Ms. Hagan exclaimed excitedly, and Kezia groaned under her breath, seeing as the teacher apparently didn’t get the sarcasm. “You’ll be growing up throughout the year, so to help guide the process, we prepared.”

 

“What Ms. Hagan is trying to explain is that there will be no getting out of character, for the sake of realism,” the raven dean said, and Kezia could’ve sworn that the raven was enjoying a bit of it after all of the grief the sophomore had put her and the entirety of the teaching staff through. “You will no longer be an independent woman, but an infant again. You will be able to ask questions like a big girl in your other classes, but in this one, you are not to say ‘big girl’ words. If you are feeling sick, hungry, or if your diaper needs to be changed, you will have to fuss as a baby would. You will not walk in this class; you will crawl until you are sufficiently old enough or someone will carry you; at your size, it should be easy enough for your ‘mommies’ to do so.”

 

Kezia merely glowered at the raven, covering her head with her paws.

 

“And it does not stop with the dorms. As the dean, I authorized a larger dorm for the person undergoing this trial, their caregivers, and possibly their original roommates, which, given your relationship with your sisters, I think will be needed. You will sleep in a crib, but I assure you, it looks quite comfortable. If you are put in your crib, you are not to get out, so as not to hurt yourself; if you need to be changed, you can ask them as a baby would. There will be highchairs or playpens provided in your classes, and a highchair in the lunchroom and dorms where you will be fed by your mommies or babysitters.”

 

You’re enjoying this too much, you old featherbag bitch. You knew I’d ‘volunteer’ since I always talk first.

 

“Your place on the cheerleader squad and sorority - yes, I know you’re part of the Omicron Tau Zeta sorority - won’t be in jeopardy…but you will wear your diaper there as well, so that there won’t be any unnecessary accidents there. We will have to monitor alcohol usage after every sorority visit; after all, babies don’t drink anything other than milk and formula. We’re in the process of getting formula that should be palatable for you, and the sorority will be warned not to leave alcohol where babies can get it.”

 

“But don’t worry, there will be plenty of fun events!” Ms. Hagan said, interrupting the raven dean. “Trick-or-treating for Halloween candy, for one! That should be fun, right, Kezzi?”

 

I’ve…never trick-or-treated before.

 

It was true. She had been adopted at fifteen by Faith and Robyn’s parents. Most of her time was spent in foster care where she had never really celebrated many holidays. Trick-or-treating could be fun. Christmas and Thanksgiving could be fun.

 

But everything else sucked! Here she was, a future psychiatrist, and she was going to be treated like a baby too young for her first birthday! And everyone else seemed to be okay with it! It wasn’t fair!

 

The raccoon dog broke down, crying in the middle of the class. She realized that she was bawling just like a baby would, but she didn’t care. This was too much…

 

She felt herself get picked up gently and rocked as she heard the door open in front of her, as she left the class, and by the scent, she knew it was Ms. Hagan.

 

“Shh…this isn’t a punishment, pumpkin,” the hyena cooed as Kezia felt herself bounced in the arms of the larger teacher outside of the class. “You’ll be getting reimbursed for all of the time spent like this. Actual money, Kezzi. To the tune of $850,000.”

 

Kezia’s mouth gaped. That was…a lot of money. She’d be able to cover her loans. Get a new car. Do a lot of things.

 

“You didn’t think I’d do this to be mean to you, did you?” Ms. Hagan said with a soft smile. “I needed a volunteer for this class, and I’ll be honest: I wasn’t expecting you to be that volunteer. Mrs. Stroughter obviously did, but we won’t talk about her. I just needed someone to help with the class project. A lot of kids start a family, and…oftentimes, they’re broken. It’s my feeling that if I can help even one student connect with their family, my job will be worth it.

 

“I know you’re not a fan of this. I know that you want to be as independent as possible. But you’re still only a sophomore. You’ll have time to do the things you love after this, and you’ll be 850,000 dollars richer, with the intelligence to invest smartly. And you’ll learn a lot, and maybe…maybe you can help other families. You want to be a psychiatrist, don’t you?”

 

Kezia nodded glumly.

 

“Then what better way to understand than by going to the beginning? Psychology of the animal mind begins at a very early age. What better way to understand that than by doing this? And I refuse to let anyone treat you terribly, especially in my class. If they do, you can always tell me, okay, princess?”

 

The raccoon dog sighed and nodded again.

 

“Okay. Class should be ending soon. Tomorrow, we should have baby diapers in your size and various things to help ease the process. And here.” Kezia’s eyes widened as she saw Ms. Hagan slip her a fifty dollar bill with a wink. “To buy a stuffed friend for your first night in your crib. I recommend Not Far Gone; they have lots of stuffed dinosaurs, and every baby loves dinosaurs, am I right?”

 

Kezia merely nodded once more, her emotions warring with each other too much to talk...but her tail was wagging a bit at the thought of her first stuffed animal…well, ever.

 

Ms. Hagan set her down, patting her on her head. “Now, it’s about time for your next classes, okay, pumpkin?”

 

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On 11/26/2024 at 11:13 AM, Panther Cub said:

Hehehe, at least Kezzi's classmates seem pretty enthusiastic about it!

Well, they certainly are! It certainly has nothing to do with her being knocked down a peg, right? ;) :P

And now for the third chapter:

 

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Chapter Three: Cheerleading Dichotomy

 

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Kezia had basically sleepwalked through the rest of her five classes.

 

Granted, she had listened to all of the teachers, and for once, she didn’t cause any problems with anyone, addressing the teachers - by “Sir” and “Ma’am” to boot - only when they were talking to her (and the other five teachers were a little shocked at that, but understanding what her psychology class was asking. To her stunned disbelief, all of them were quite accommodating to it - probably at the dean’s insistence - so long as it didn’t disrupt the class), but it still felt like a bad dream that she was going to wake up from and back to reality any moment.

 

Soon enough, it was time for cheerleading practice, and she walked into the girl’s locker room with her sisters, noticing that her rivals were already there, along with an aye-aye sophomore (obviously a transfer; the raccoon dog had never seen her in her life) whose naturally wide eyes were full of contempt that wasn’t even hidden; apparently, the whole school knew.

 

“Aww, if it isn’t the newborn,” the lemur family girl sneered. “Do you need your diaper checked, little Kezzi-Wezzi?”

 

“Should I know who you are?” Kezia asked with a haughty tilt to her tone, the fur on her tail bushed out in anger; apparently, some bitches needed her bitch mode, she thought, as she changed into the school-colored cheerleader outfit: sea-green and silver.

 

“Phyllis Noel,” the aye-aye replied smugly. “The woman who’s going to get what’s rightfully her captaincy from the titty-sucking newborn and her mommies who are going to be too busy with her.”

 

Erin and Zoey looked furious, but they stared in shock when the raccoon dog let out a harsh laugh.

 

“Considering that I don’t even know you - and I at least know of all of the girls and guys on the squad - I think you’re a little too high-and-mighty for your status.” Kezia let out a sharp whistle, letting the entire cheerleading group know who was really boss. “Ladies! We are drilling until we drop; I refuse to make things sloppy like the last junior captain did! I want us to be able to do tumbles in our fucking sleep, our basket catches and pyramids perfect to the fucking last letter, our routines correct to the fucking minute detail! Got it?!”

 

“Oh, like I’m going to pay any attention to a baby like you,” Phyllis muttered, and the newer transfers were muttering in agreement as well.

 

“You think this is a fucking game, do you, Phyll?” Kezia had gotten up in the aye-aye’s face, as the latter looked genuinely unnerved - a typical cowardly bully. The raccoon dog bared her fangs at her and the new transfers, the whole locker room going as quiet as a graveyard. “You don’t seem to get how cheerleading is the most dangerous sport to those who treat it as a joke. You land wrong on the ground, you could end up paralyzed from the neck down. You fail to catch your sister in the air, and the consequences are severe. Football players deal with concussions, baseball players with torn ligaments, but we cheerleaders could have all of that and more happen to us if we fuck up even once! We deal with being thrown in the air, backspring tumbles, flips, basket catches, pyramids, everything that could change a life in a heartbeat if your sisters don’t support things as seriously as I do. You may think that it’s a fucking joke, but none of the other girls here do, AM I FUCKING RIGHT?!”

 

The vast majority of the girls - the ones who had been in the trenches like Faith and Robyn, even Erin and Zoey, whom she knew, despite their rivalry status towards her, would take things seriously and be supportive on the field - answered, “Damn straight!”

 

“So, we are drilling until the muscle memory of our routines is as second-nature as fucking breathing! Got it, Phyll?”

 

Phyllis glared, raising her long middle claw, and stalking over to her clique in anger.

 

“Phyll, I am talking to you, and I expect a yes or no answer!” the raccoon dog snapped. “You want to act like a child, I’ll damn well treat you like one!”

 

“You don’t have the right!” the aye-aye spat back. “You’re nothing but a fucking newborn for the whole year, and I don’t have to listen to fucking babies talk nonsense! Besides, my mom’s the assistant athletic director, and-”

 

Kezia merely got up in Phyllis’s face again, taking satisfaction in seeing the lemur back down again. “You’re right. I am the volunteer for a class that has me simulating growing up from infancy to toddlerhood for this year only, you don’t have to listen to me talk, and your mom did become assistant AD this year. But what about your sisters-in-arms? I don’t think they’ll be very happy with you fucking things up for them or getting them hurt by treating this like a joke. Or…” Kezia pulled out her iPhone from her bag with a specific number shown, “how about I go to AD Leach and let him know that you’re being obstinate and disrespectful to your sisters by acting like this is a childish game, a way to up your standing in the school instead of taking this seriously like you should? He might have something to say about that, even to your mom; remember that he’s her boss.”

 

Phyllis went quiet again, flipping Kezia a sullen double middle claw.

 

Kezia breathed again before continuing her speech, “And remember: Coach Flowers will likely want us to go to charities throughout the year, schools, visit with children, homeless people, along with the football, baseball, and softball teams; giving back to the community is the massive ideal in her mind, and it’s an admirable one. We will be in the weight room, working on core strengthening twice a week. What I’m saying is that this is a commitment. If you do not wish to commit to this with all of your body, mind, heart, and soul, kindly leave the locker room now. I will not judge you if you do so now; this is a difficult thing to commit to for a full calendar year. I won’t judge if you need a break in the middle for mental health reasons. What I will not tolerate is someone getting one of her sisters hurt for not committing to this with every bit and knowing damn well that she isn’t committed! Understood?”

 

“Understood!” the room shouted, aside from Phyllis and her cronies who merely walked out on the practice field.

 

Kezia turned to Faith and Robyn. “Am I like this to others?” she asked with a sigh. “Feel free to be honest, sises.”

 

“The bitchiness? Yeah, but you aren’t cruel with it, and you’ve never asked for handouts,” Faith said. “We’ve known that since we were teens. Phyllis going to her mom for this spot is way different.”

 

“Yeah, you earned everything, sis,” Robyn said. “You earned AD Leach’s respect. You work hard on homework every night. You worked your ass off for everything you had and never complained...even if you sometimes aren’t as nice as you should be.”

 

“Much as I hate to admit it, you’re much nicer than Phyll, Kezzi,” Erin admitted, to Kezia’s shock. “You’re bitchy like you’re on the rag 24/7, but at least you’re protective of people who need it. I remember last year when Muhsina, the senior second-in-command of the squad, needed to be Baker-Acted for bipolar depression after…the former captain tormented her. You supported her unconditionally, visited her and gave her your time and kindness every time you could get away from school and your studies, even bought her a drawing book and a bunch of crayons so she could do the art she loves. Bitches like Phyllis and that woman would've just gone there to laugh at her.”

 

“And Sina’s doing so much better; we talk to her, and she always asks you how you’re doing, is thankful that you treated her with empathy at her lowest, and that’s how we knew because you did it without fanfare,” Zoey added, putting a surprisingly gentle paw on the stunned raccoon dog’s shoulder. “Let’s be honest; you can be a real bitch, Kezzi, and I’m pretty sure everyone in the school - students, teachers, the dean - are all glad you’re getting your ego checked a bit for the year, but we know you never want to see others hurt, and you’re never cruel to others who need help.”

 

“You stay at the charities as long as you can and interact with everyone you can,” Avanti, a gharial, said with a toothy grin.

 

“You work as hard as any girl in the classroom, weight room, and on the field, if not harder,” the gila monster named Carla added.

 

“You support those who are going through hard times without any strings attached,” Bianca the olive ridley sea turtle piped up.

 

“That is why we all voted for you,” Akosua, a walrus, finished in a quiet tone.

 

“...What?” Kezia was confused. The votes were anonymous to prevent bad feelings, and the candidates for the captaincy and new transfers like Phyllis couldn’t vote.

 

“Yeah, no offense, Erin, Zoey, but we all voted for her for captaincy this year after seeing how hard she worked last year when that bitch of a junior captain made life here a living hell before she got permanently removed from the team,” Akosua said with a blush, as the other girls nodded in affirmation.

 

“Why am I not surprised?” the gray wolf snarked…but her motherly eyes were kind, for whatever reason.

 

“Congrats are in order, I suppose,” the clouded leopardess added snidely…but with a soft, almost maternal smile.

 

The raccoon dog didn’t understand. She had acted bitchy to everyone, with her sisters and adoptive parents the only exceptions. Why were these people - the Child and Family Development classroom, the cheerleaders, even the other teachers - all supportive of her like this? Was it pity, seeing her going to be brought so low? Was that it?

 

Has to be. If not that…what else could it be?

 

“Hey, ladies! Form up!”

 

Coach Carmel Flowers, an energetic female capybara, had called out the words from a bullhorn, and Kezia nodded, wiping those thoughts from her mind; it was practice, and she was going to focus only on that. “You heard the coach! Let’s kick ass this practice, ladies!”

 

The group of girls walked out onto the football pitch, ready to kick ass and take names. It was huge, perfect for both cheerleaders and football players to practice on (and there was a separate field for the baseball and softball players as well, as VLU was a huge college).

 

Unsurprisingly, the AD, Wesley Leach, a middle-aged northern cardinal, was on the pitch already; he had been one of the few male cheerleaders in his days, had opened the gates for competitive cheerleading for the school, and had helped them win awards for national contests. He gave her a thumbs-up and a smile.


Kezia guessed that she shouldn’t have been surprised that the assistant AD, another aye-aye named Janet Noel, was right next to him on the field, talking to her daughter, who pointed at her with a horrible smirk.

 

The raccoon dog merely ignored the bitch, ready to get at the practice, when Coach Flowers motioned her over to the AD and assistant AD. With a reluctant sigh, she trudged over to the group.

 

“Hey, Kezia,” Leach said in a kind tone. “How’re you holding up?”

 

She knew that the cardinal was talking about the classroom project, it had to be, and she replied honestly, “Well, I didn't expect it, to be sure, but I’ll survive. I always do.”

 

“That’s-” the AD said, before Mrs. Noel interrupted, “Are you sure she’ll be able to do this? You know, with her new…status?”

 

Leach fixed the assistant AD with a calm look. “The dean herself said that it wouldn’t interfere with her ability to be the captain of the squad,” he said as calmly as he was normally…although there was a tiny bit in that tone that dissuaded further argument. “I see absolutely no reason that she can’t continue to be the captain; she’s driven, smart, talented, and was voted on by her peers.”

 

“I didn’t vote for that baby,” Phyllis muttered. “I should be captain, not her…”

 

Kezia was about to snap when Coach Flowers merely gave a stare that quieted the aye-aye and gave the raccoon dog an inner satisfaction. “You know why transfers and contenders aren’t allowed to vote, nor be captains themselves,” the capybara said calmly. “And she is only playing a role as a baby, not a baby entirely. Wesley is right; Kezia was voted on by her peers. She’s the captain as far as I’m concerned because I trust her, and I trust the girls and boys who voted for her after her actions last year.”

 

“Coach, you weren’t here,” Mrs. Noel pointed out. “You were pregnant and at home with a newborn then.”

 

“And if I was, I would’ve stepped in immediately; there’s no reason the shit that happened last year should’ve happened,” Coach Flowers said angrily.

 

“We don’t have proof-” the other aye-aye said in a diplomatic tone before the capybara interrupted bluntly, “The other girls and boys say otherwise, and I trust their word.”

 

“Last year was a bad time for almost everyone,” Leach said calmly. “We’re focusing on this year, and I think we have a shot at a national championship with the boys and girls we have now. And I trust Kezia to help lead. That’s all there is to it.”

 

The raccoon dog had a heartwarming feeling in her chest. “Thank you. I promise not to let any of you down.”

 

Phyllis merely glared, but the AD and coach - and even the assistant AD - nodded. “Let’s get ready for practice then,” Coach Flowers said in a business-like tone. “Let’s set the tone for this season.”

 

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This is an interesting start. Curious to see where you take this over the story! Keep up the good writing!

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I know it's only been a day, but here's a Thanksgiving present: another chapter! But first, the replies:

 

On 11/27/2024 at 11:32 AM, Panther Cub said:

Awwww!

Someone better learn to be nice to the baby, or they're asking for a clobberin'!

Yep! Sadly, Phyllis is on the team, and poor wittwe Kezzi's gonna meet someone worse (although with a lot of nice people as well, so don't worry!), and it's only going to, ah...well, you'll see~

On 11/27/2024 at 2:50 PM, BabySofia said:

This is an interesting start. Curious to see where you take this over the story! Keep up the good writing!

Thank you for the review! I do have a question, though: is there anything in particular that you like so far? Those kinds of things help me tons because I get to know what my reader-base could see more of~

And now, for the fourth chapter:

 

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Chapter Four: Diaper Escalation

 

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The practice had gone extraordinarily well - Leach’s prediction about being able to win national awards seemed to be right on the money, even with a bitch like Phyllis on the team - and now Kezia, who had changed out of her cheerleader clothes back to her normal black gothic dress, was driving (for the last time this year, she thought glumly) to Not Far Gone to buy the stuffed dinosaur that she’d have for the remainder of the year, using the GPS in the car, since she had never been there before, even though it was in the same city that VLU was based (Chesabeake, Virginia, about a good two hours from her home in Spiderville).

 

When she got there, she parked in a long spot, figuring that since she wasn’t going to be walking a lot in the foreseeable future, she should get as much exercise as she could. She got out her purse, a smaller Poochi brand, with the wallet containing the fifty dollars given to her by Ms. Hagan. The raccoon dog looked at the giant store, with a sign that had smiling cartoon dinosaurs wearing childish clothing. It was a child’s place and knew its customer base well.

 

Well, let’s get this over with.

 

Kezia went in the entrance, trying to hide from everyone who might know who she is, trying to find the stuffed dinosaur section and get out...only she didn’t realize that this was a baby store, and she didn’t know where the stuffed animal section was.

 

Of course it’s a baby store; no store could sell only stuffed animals and make enough money to afford this big of a place.

 

She had just walked into the giant store, hoping to find a sign to where the stuffed animals were, when a feminine voice asked, “First time here?”

 

Kezia all but jumped when a middle-aged female Tasmanian devil in a worker’s outfit and hijab smiled at her. She knew that she knew her from somewhere, but couldn’t figure it out.

 

“Y-yeah, it is,” the raccoon dog said.

 

“Are you expecting a kid, or…?”

 

“N-no. Just…um…” Kezia tried to find an excuse and couldn’t, lowering her head.

 

“You want a stuffed dino friend too, don’t you?” the worker finished.

 

“...Yes. I didn’t realize-”

 

“That this would be a baby store?”

 

Kezia nodded.

 

“That’s okay. I understand not…wait…you’re Kezia Byles, right?”

 

The raccoon dog bowed her head lower and nodded slowly, the cat out of the bag.

 

“My daughter speaks so highly of you.”

 

Kezia raised her head a bit, finally figuring it out. “You’re Muhsina’s mom,” she said flatly. “Mrs. Bilal.”

 

“I’m glad you recognized me,” the older woman said with a smile. “Sina thinks the world of you, you know; you went far above what anyone else did for her. And…well, I still think your volunteering for the project in Child and Family Development was brave.”

 

The raccoon dog froze, her eyes starting to tear up. “H-h-how-”

 

“Do I know? From Ms. Stroughter; she came here earlier for items specifically for you and talked a lot about it.” Kezia wanted to just cry at the thought, but the gentle touch of the woman’s paw on her face went to her cheek, and she swallowed down her tears. “There’s no need to be ashamed, Kezia. You were brave to volunteer for it without knowing what it entailed, and it’ll be okay.”

 

“Where…where are the stuffed dinos, though? I just…”

 

“You don’t want anyone else to recognize you. Don’t worry, I’ll take you there. Just follow me.”

 

Kezia followed the mom of her old squadmate slowly, noting the various baby diapers and clothing in the store, including sizes big enough to fit her (given that some baby animals were bigger than others - and she knew she was on the smaller side - she figured she probably shouldn’t be surprised). She saw a black bear woman pushing a cart with a baby black bear about a head bigger than her size, the baby squealing with excitement.

 

Goddammit, this isn’t even going to be a secret, is it? I’ll probably have to be pushed in a similar cart every time I go to a store.

 

“We’re here,” Mrs. Bilal said with a smile that broke her out of her thoughts. “Feel free to pick as many as you want.”

 

“N-no, just one should be fine,” Kezia said quietly.

 

She looked at the various stuffed dinos, not wanting one too infantile or clothed in infantile clothing. She disregarded a fair few like that, Mrs. Bilal waiting patiently, before she stared at the one.

 

Even as a little girl, she had always been interested in the triceratops, the three-horned dinosaur. This one, about forty dollars, was a beautiful emerald green. It was large, almost her size, and when she got it out, she found that it was surprisingly soft as well, the feeling of it against her fur gentle, as she gave it an experimental squeeze to check if there was a sound box inside it. To her relief, no infantile sound echoed from it; that would’ve been far too annoying for her.

 

The raccoon dog said, “I think I found it. Cost’s about right for how much I can pay as well.”

 

“Wonderful!” the Tasmanian devil said with a smile. “She looks like a good friend. We can go to the register, unless you need anything else?”

 

“No, I should be good,” Kezia said. “Thank you, Mrs. Bilal. I should be able to get back from here.”

 

“No problem, dearie.”

 

“Oh, if it isn’t the baby and the mother of the mental bitch,” a new voice said with a sneer.

 

“Oh, no…” Kezia whispered, and Mrs. Bilal looked at the newcomer - a muscular female hippopotamus about four times their height, whom Kezia recognized on sight: the senior, Trisha Miller, who had once been the captain of the cheer squad - with hatred that wasn’t disguised.

 

“I thought I told you never to come near my daughter,” Mrs. Bilal snarled ferociously.

 

“Your daughter, sure, but not you, and definitely not this bitch baby,” Trisha sneered, walking over to the terrified, much-smaller Kezia, who realized with horror that the hippo had followed her car from cheer practice. “You’re going to be so cute in your diapers, being put in your damn place; I hear that Mrs. Noel is wanting to put me on the squad again, and when I’m back, I have plans for you.”

 

“You should’ve been expelled,” the Tasmanian devil growled. “Everything you did to the people on the squad-”

 

“I should still be captain, and I will be,” the hippo said confidently. “It’s not my fault your daughter is a basket case.”

 

“You are treading on very thin ice, young lady,” Mrs. Bilal said, clearly trying to keep her temper under control, and Kezia realized something: she hadn’t gone to the bathroom in a while, and she really needed to pee. “Choose your next words very carefully.”

 

“Or what? You’ll attack me? Good luck with the lawsuit from my dad.” Trisha looked at Kezia contemptuously. “And for what? This little baby?” She pushed Kezia aside, and the raccoon dog fell on her back, losing the triceratops, feeling a spurt of pee exit from the jolt before-

 

No, no, no, no, NO!

 

The dam broke, and she felt her thigh-length dress and panties get drenched, as tears leapt to her eyes and she started to cry, sitting down in a slowly growing puddle, to the hippo’s cruel surprise and the Tasmanian devil mother’s shock.

 

“Oh, you’re getting into your role already!” Trisha sneered, now that she knew what happened. “That’ll help with your grades, not that you’re smart enough to have them; you probably slept with the AD to get the captaincy and grades!”

 

“Hey, you need to leave the store now,” a new male voice said calmly.

 

Kezia continued crying in embarrassment, not paying attention to the rest of the conversation, praying that the stuffed triceratops wasn’t soaked along with-

 

Oh, no, my purse!

 

She checked in dismay. The small purse was soaked, along with the wallet inside, the fifty-dollar bill and the rest of her money ruined, and she cried even louder, screaming through her tears.

 

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Mrs. Bilal’s voice said. “She left.”

 

Kezia didn’t care, continuing to cry her eyes out.

 

Getting into the role already!

 

Trisha’s words seared themselves into her mind with the heat of a brand, and Kezia cursed herself silently, wishing she had never done the stupid volunteering part in the first place.

 

“It’s okay, she’s gone, and your friend isn’t wet,” Mrs. Bilal said. “I understand your purse and clothes are ruined, but I can pay, and-”

 

“Leave me alone!” the raccoon dog screamed, her anger getting the best of her. “I hate this! I just wanna be left alone!”

 

She felt a gentle paw placed on her shoulder, and she wrenched her shoulder away, turning away from the Tasmanian devil in fury that she had to go through this.

 

“Sweetie, you’re sitting in a puddle in the middle of an aisle,” Mrs. Bilal said, her voice exceedingly empathetic and patient, as if talking to a toddler. “I understand you’re embarrassed; I’d be embarrassed as well, but can you first be a big girl and look at me?”

 

Kezia looked up at Mrs. Bilal, her eyes still filled with tears. There was nothing except empathy, as the woman looked at her with concern. There were others in the aisle as well, but none of them were laughing at her, and the vast majority were sharing the same concern.

 

“That’s better,” the Tasmanian devil said warmly. “Now, can we get you cleaned up in the ladies’ room? It won’t help to continue sitting here.”

 

Kezia nodded, too exhausted by the events of the day to even formulate any verbal response to anything.

 

“Come with me, sweetie,” Mrs. Bilal whispered as Kezia was helped to her paws by the worker, who handed her the stuffed animal. “I can pay for your dino and new clothes…”

 

Kezia held on to the Tasmanian devil’s paw like a lifeline, clutching her iPhone and plush triceratops in her other paw, not paying any attention to what was happening as she was led from aisle to aisle, lost in her thoughts as she was finally in the ladies room. Then she saw what was in the free paw of Mrs. Bilal: a pack of baby diapers, changing supplies, and a pink dress with many ruffles at its flared out skirt, sleeves, and collar, bearing infantile lettering in the front that said, “Pampered Princess”.

 

“No.” Kezia’s voice was angry, but she couldn’t bring herself to scream, the fight in her was almost gone. “I’m notta baby…”

 

“I know, sweetie, but you can’t go out in your current clothes; they need to be washed,’ the Tasmanian devil said in a kind tone. “And it’s not like it’ll be the last time you’ll need to be changed into clothes like this.”

 

“But…” The raccoon dog found the logic impossible to deny, but this was…

 

“Oh, does she need help being changed?” another feminine voice asked.

 

It was the black bear from earlier, who had finished changing her baby on the table, as the baby bear gurgled excitedly. Kezia merely sniffled and sobbed as she was beginning to realize how far away her adulthood was slipping out of her reach.

 

“Oh, honey-bunny, it’s okay,” the mother bear whispered gently, picking her up and rocking her like one would an infant as she cried. “It’s not your fault; even big girls have accidents sometimes.”

 

Kezia could only bawl, even vocabulary escaping her at this point as she breathed between hiccupping sobs. She was embarrassed beyond measure, and everything was too overwhelming.

 

“Sweetie, it’ll be okay,” Mrs. Bilal’s voice came through. “We just need to get you changed, okay?”

 

The raccoon dog’s shoulders slumped, knowing that she had no way out of this. She nodded slowly, still crying, as the maternal black bear put her on the changing table, quickly taking her drenched panties and dress off, leaving her in just her bra as she crossed and covered her legs instinctively.

 

“Honey, we need to wipe you down,” the black bear’s gentle voice cooed, causing the raccoon dog to feel even smaller than she already was.

 

She spread her legs reluctantly, shivering at the cold wet wipe’s sensitive touch, feeling a generous amount of baby powder sprinkled on, before the diaper was put on, her tail gently threaded through the hole in the back, the tapes snapped on in a flash.

 

Kezia was diapered for the first time since she could remember, and it actually felt…surprisingly comfy, even though it was very thick, enough to prevent her legs from closing at all. It was pastel pink with cartoonish animal designs all over.

 

“Arms up,” Mrs. Bilal said gently. Kezia, seeing no alternative, raised her arms, as the dress was put on her. It was a perfect fit, definitely not long enough to cover her diaper, but at least it wasn’t too snug or loose.

 

The black bear then picked her up, along with her own baby and turned them in front of the mirror, as Kezia blushed noticeably at her appearance; were it not for the fact that she knew that she was an adult, she could’ve easily passed for the larger bear cub’s younger sibling.

 

“Don’t you look adorable, honey-bunny?” the black bear cooed.

 

Kezia just buried her head in the black bear’s chest, finding the slightest bit of comfort in the larger animal’s warm fur and breasts, as she felt the gentle rocking of the maternal animal.

 

“I understand you’re not wanting this, but you do look adorable, Kezia,” Mrs. Bilal said gently.

 

“Wait, Kezia? The cheerleader?” The black bear’s question only made Kezia want to sink further into the other woman’s…chest, just forget the whole day happened.

 

“Yes. She’s volunteered to do a study in her classroom that simulates growth from infancy to toddlerhood.”

 

“Okay. I’ve paid close attention to cheerleading, having been one myself. I remember when AD Leach was teaching classes in his younger days; I idolized him as a little girl for his ability on the pyramids. I remember paying attention last year; VLU didn’t do too well, but this one raccoon dog stood out for her energy and dedication to her craft. This is her?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“She’s cute as a button.”

 

“Isn’t she?”

 

Then the car alarm on Kezia’s iPhone blared out, causing the bear cub to whine in annoyance, as Kezia was set down, her eyes wide with horror at what must’ve happened.

 

That hippo bitch must’ve damaged my car!

 

 

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28 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

Thank you for the review! I do have a question, though: is there anything in particular that you like so far?

Not sure I can fully say. Part of it for me is seeing a writer use complete sentences sometimes! You have a planned storyline here that's evident, a device for getting a character into diapers that's working within your universe's rules. It's definitely on the cliche side, but sometimes that's nice. I think the best thing for me is seeing an overall arc of kindness, too? She will have villains, but it's also apparent she will have friends/caretakers who will be kind to her. 

Enjoyed this chapter too!

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38 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

Not sure I can fully say. Part of it for me is seeing a writer use complete sentences sometimes! You have a planned storyline here that's evident, a device for getting a character into diapers that's working within your universe's rules. It's definitely on the cliche side, but sometimes that's nice. I think the best thing for me is seeing an overall arc of kindness, too? She will have villains, but it's also apparent she will have friends/caretakers who will be kind to her. 

Enjoyed this chapter too!

*blush* I know grammar's a weak point of mine, but I try my best to make it work. Apologies about the cliche side; it honestly came to me in a dream on Friday, and I began writing it then, since it's been dominating my thoughts (curse you, bipolar and autism! XD). Glad I could get the planned storyline and the naturality of this down; it's what I always try to do in my stories, to make it so that the characters and their decisions are theirs, and not the whims of the authoress.

 

And honestly - even with lot of my other stories here that are a lot darker than this one - there's really an overall arc of kindness in them that wouldn't normally be in my other non-AB/AR stories. It's weird. Normally, I really live up to my "Princess of Darkness" moniker when it comes to stories (and the vast majority of my stories are definitely for mature audiences, and a lot of the ones that aren't AB/AR don't have happy endings), but in all of the AB/AR stories I'm writing without exception, that overall friendship/caretaker characterization are always there. All of my characters are gray in some way, some of them are darker gray than others, but that care, that inner goodness, with a lot of those characters is there.

 

It's kind of why I don't tend to read a lot of Diaper Dimension (apologies in advance, Sofia; I should probably check out your stories when I have the time) stories and tend to read (and honestly what I'm writing at the moment) softer-and-lighter tones when it comes to these this site; I'm not in this to read about characters on this site's stories having a bad time after the whole of 2024 I've had, and even if they are, there's brighter skies on the horizon for them, even if it doesn't seem like it.

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56 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

I'm not in this to read about characters on this site's stories having a bad time after the whole of 2024 I've had, and even if they are

Completely understand. I held off reading one work due to that kind of feeling. I read it this week, and while I acknowledge the craftsmanship, it kept me from sleeping well. My works tend to have a conflict that can be dark, but I'm not too fond of bad endings for characters, so they usually come out well. Emerald Princess sometimes has some very cutesy/happy moments in a superhero work. My Exchanged trilogy would be the other books because they set off all of my Diaper Dimension works. All of those are in the completed story section here or on Amazon. 

I'm looking forward to more. Good luck with the writing! 🙂

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Well, it's time for a new chapter of Classroom Pet! First, though, I should reply to the comments:

On 11/28/2024 at 8:01 PM, Panther Cub said:

GRRRR!!!

PROTECC THE BABY! SHE'S A PAMPERED PRINCESS!!!

Exactly! Pampered princesses get protection! :D

On 11/28/2024 at 8:12 PM, BabySofia said:

Completely understand. I held off reading one work due to that kind of feeling. I read it this week, and while I acknowledge the craftsmanship, it kept me from sleeping well. My works tend to have a conflict that can be dark, but I'm not too fond of bad endings for characters, so they usually come out well. Emerald Princess sometimes has some very cutesy/happy moments in a superhero work. My Exchanged trilogy would be the other books because they set off all of my Diaper Dimension works. All of those are in the completed story section here or on Amazon. 

I'm looking forward to more. Good luck with the writing! 🙂

Thank you!

Now for the chapter:

 

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Chapter Five: Enfant Feeding

 

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“Damaged” was not the right term for what Kezia found out had happened to her car.

 

Mrs. Bilal had insisted on paying for everything that was bought in the store for her - and she was grateful for that, given that the cash she had was destroyed, she didn’t have a credit card, and her debit card was for food only - but the car was ruined.

 

Mom and Dad are going to kill me, she thought, as the raccoon dog surveyed the damage, having waddled all the way back to the car, her thick diaper impeding her movement.

 

The side mirrors, windshield, and windows were shattered by an aluminum bat, all four tires had been slashed to the point where they were completely deflated, the taillights were busted, and the hippo bitch had managed to bust the fuel door as well so that the car was leaking gasoline, before she had been arrested by the police.

 

Trisha had been glaring hatefully at Kezia from the ground in handcuffs from the police who kept her on the ground, swearing at the top of her lungs at the raccoon dog “baby”, vowing revenge before she was put in a police cruiser, but all Kezia could think of was how she was going to get home.

 

The police had ignored her at first, thinking she was a toddler at the oldest, laughing when she had told them the car was hers. It took Mrs. Bilal and Mrs. Bagley (the black bear mother) to convince them to take her statement and the statements of the people in the store, as well as theirs (and it hurt that quite a few officers at the scene were snickering at her attire).

 

Not that she didn’t look very much like a baby girl, though; the thick diaper clearly showing from underneath the pink infantile dress, the large stuffed triceratops as big as her in her arms, and a pink pacifier in her mouth completed the ensemble. She had almost refused the pacifier in tears; it took Mrs. Bagley’s gentle insistence after the raccoon dog was chewing on her claws in a panic - something she hadn’t done in a very long time, like, forever - to convince her that chewing, if not sucking, on a pacifier was much more healthy than what she was doing now. Sucking on it was surprisingly more soothing than chewing on her claws, and it hadn’t left her mouth, even when her statement was being taken by the police officers.

 

Kezia’s parents and sisters had been notified as well, and she was terrified of their reactions. This wasn’t a majorly expensive car, but it was pricey and cost a fair few paychecks. She had been too scared to check the texts. And it was…embarrassing to be seen like this.

 

No, worse than embarrassing: humiliating, degrading, almost. She was supposed to be an adult, act like an adult, and here she was, in the most babyish attire she could ever remember wearing, in a diaper after pissing herself, sucking on a pacifier instead of chewing on her claws. She didn’t want her sisters to see her like this, didn’t want anyone to see her like this.

 

“Kezia, sweetie, your phone’s beeping,” Mrs. Bilal said. “You might want to answer it, if that’s your parents.”

 

Kezia had turned it to silent. She just wanted to wake up from this horrific nightmare, and listening to her adopted parents chew her out or her sisters wasn’t going to help in this regard. She let it continue beeping until the message went to voicemail.

 

“Honey-bunny, if that’s your parents, I’d answer,” Mrs. Bagley said gently. “If they love you, they’ll understand everything; if not, it would be best to just get it over with immediately than putting it off.”

 

“And you still need to pick up a ride,” Mrs. Bilal added. “What if that’s your ride?”

 

Kezia sighed, sucking on her pacifier as she opened the voice mail.

 

“Kezzi, it’s Mom,” Mrs. Thornton’s voice echoed in her ear. “I heard that you were in a spot of trouble, and someone did something to the car. I care about you, though, not the car. Sweetie, if you need help, we’ll be there in a heartbeat, both Dad and I. But your sisters have been calling you with no success, and we’re worried, so please call us back, Kezzi. Love you lots!”

 

The raccoon dog reluctantly took out her pacifier (thankfully, Mrs. Bilal had the sense to buy a clip for it to attach to her dress), and dialed the number.

 

The phone had been picked up immediately. “Oh, Kezzi, are you okay, sweetiepie?” Mrs. Andrea Thornton exclaimed. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

 

“I’m fine, Mrs. Thornton,” Kezia said. She had always felt awkward about this, had never called her adoptive parents “Mom” and “Dad”; she had not been adopted until she was fifteen and had always had serious trust issues after what her birth “parents” had done to her. She didn’t use her adopted parents’ first names out of respect, and to their credit, they hadn’t forced her to call them “Mom” and “Dad”, letting her do things on her own schedule. “Just got shoved a bit. I’m sorry about the car…”

 

“Kezzi, I don’t care about the car. I care about your safety, not some stupid vehicle’s.”

 

“Thanks…”

 

“Do you need us to come there to pick you up? I understand if you need assistance-”

 

“I’m fine. Maybe. I guess you could pick me up. I just…I should call my sisters, tell them about the car…” Kezia felt guilty; it was the only car the three of them had. And now it needed thousands of dollars to repair - if it could even be repaired - and it was something that they didn’t have.

 

“They won’t blame you either. They love you, Kezzi. And sweetiepie, if you ever need us, we’ll be here as quickly as we can, okay?”

 

“Okay…”

 

“I also heard that you volunteered as the classroom project?”

 

“...Yeah, I did.”

 

“That’s wonderful, sweetiepie! I think this will be an amazing experience for you! Fortunately, the 31st of Halloween falls on a Saturday, so we’ll make sure to take you trick-or-treating, celebrate holidays like Christmas, and have your first birthday party as well as your regular birthday, and we’ll make a lot of wonderful memories!”

 

“...Thanks, I guess.”

 

“Don’t worry, I promise not to make it too embarrassing for you. Oh, Dad wants to speak to you, is that all right?”

 

“Sure…”

 

“Okay.”

 

Claude Thornton’s voice came through, clearly more worried and frazzled than his wife’s. “Oh, Kezzi, pumpkin, are you okay? Do I need to come down there to make a statement for my baby girl, do you need a ride, I can be there as quick as traffic allows me-”

 

“It’s fine, Mr. Thornton,” Kezia said, blushing furiously. “Maybe you and Mrs. Thornton can give me a ride, but I want to call my sisters first.”

 

“Anything for my little baby girl. I’ll let you go. Oh, and I promise to give you lots and lots of new toys for your first birthday-”

 

Kezia sighed in annoyance.

 

“-But at the moment, your mom and I will go to pick you up. Promise to give you lots of hugs and kisses when we get there!”

 

The phone call ended, and Kezia realized with horror that she had accidentally put it on speaker. Mrs. Bilal and Mrs. Bagley weren’t laughing like the police officers were, though; instead, to her shock, they were smiling.

 

“Your parents seem very understanding and compassionate,” Mrs. Bilal said softly.

 

“Yeah…”

 

“They sound excited to have their baby girl back,” Mrs. Bagley said, as she was feeding her baby cub from her breast.

 

“I’m not, I was…never mind, I’m just going to call my sisters.” Kezia was blushing as she called Faith’s and Robyn’s FaceTime, the only way she could think of both siblings answering her, even if it was public as well. Her sisters picked up almost as quickly as her parents.

 

“Kez, are you okay?” Faith asked, the civet’s orange eyes filled with concern. “I heard you were in trouble, that some bitch hurt you and wrecked the car, and I tried calling, but you didn’t answer…”

 

“I’m fine, I just…I’m with Muhsina’s mom and another parent,” the raccoon dog said honestly.

 

“Oooh, tell Muhsina we said, ‘hi’!” Robyn exclaimed, her cat-like yellow eyes gleaming.

 

“Yeah, but…the car-”

 

“Sis, if you think we give more of a damn about a car than our sister, you haven’t been paying much attention,” the genet said with a smile.

 

“Mom and Dad should probably come pick me up, but…” Kezia couldn’t finish, her ears flattened with embarrassment.

 

“Don’t worry, Kez,” Robyn said before she frowned. “New roommates have a car, so-”

 

“No, I don’t want them to pick me up. I’m fine as of now, just…not tonight.”

 

“That’s understandable,” Faith said. “Our folks will pick you up most likely, drop you off at the new dorm.”

 

Kezia looked annoyed. “So, the dean already prepared the new place for us to live?” she asked caustically.

 

“Yeah, but it’s honestly a lot nicer than our old dorm. We’ve got private beds, and enough room for all of our stuff; we moved your stuff with us. Crib’s already been built, and Mrs. Stroughter wasn’t lying; you’ll probably like it. Waterproof memory foam mattress and everything. Where were you going with the car anyway?”

 

“Not Far Gone.”

 

“OH, the baby place? For supplies? But they were supposed to be coming tomorrow…”

 

“Went there on Ms. Hagan’s advice for a stuffed dinosaur, and things got…complicated. Ended up getting…more supplies than I wanted.”

 

“That’s why you’re wearing pink instead of your gothic dress?”

 

Kezia blushed furiously and didn’t say anything.

 

Her silence was all that was needed. “Well, we’ll find out when we see you,” Faith said with a soft smirk.

 

“Hey, you talking to Kezzi?” Erin’s voice asked.

 

“Let us talk to her, please!” Zoey practically begged.

 

“Do it on your own time!” Faith snapped. “We’re waiting on our folks to pick her up and drop her off here.”

 

“What happened? Doesn’t she have a car?” Zoey asked

 

Kezia merely shook her head, and Robyn said, “She can tell you what happened when she wants.”

 

“Okay, okay, jeez, just asked a simple question…” the leopardess muttered.

 

“Anyway, we’ll see you soon, Kez.” Both of her sisters waved goodbye before the call ended.

 

“See?” Mrs. Bilal’s gentle voice whispered. “Nobody’s mad at you, Kezzi.”

 

Except the hippo bitch who swore she’d get me back for her own stupidity.

 

The raccoon dog merely nodded, hearing her stomach growl, realizing that she hadn’t eaten since lunch.

 

“Oh, sounds like the hunger train’s parked in someone’s tummy,” Mrs. Bagley sang, as her baby finished nursing from her with a burp. “Could it potentially be a certain tanuki princess?”

 

“No,” Kezia mumbled while blushing. Her stomach chose that moment to betray her with a louder growl.

 

“Do you want to nurse?” the black bear asked gently. “I don’t mind.”

 

The raccoon dog clutched her triceratops plushie tightly with a low whine, burying her face in the comfort of the soft plushie, as so many emotions screamed at her in her head, all but fighting each other on a medieval battlefield.

 

She knew that she would eventually have to nurse; her class project’s sense of realism depended on it, since she wasn’t at an age where she was properly weaned and wouldn’t be for at least four months. But the part of her that didn’t want to give up the last vestiges of her adulthood was screaming at her not to nurse, that doing so would be the most humiliating action yet. And a third part was logically saying that she was already dressed as an infant, wet herself like an infant, was sucking on a pacifier like an infant, so what was wrong with one more infantile act.

 

And as she looked around the area, she didn’t realize just how late it was; the stars were already in the sky, and twilight had turned to nighttime. No chance of getting a fast-food restaurant to go, and she had no money anyway. And she was very much hungry.

 

She waddled over to Mrs. Bagley, shyly nodding. The black bear guided her to her chest, her cub already asleep next to the raccoon dog, as she felt a nipple enter her mouth, closing off all of her mouth, it was huge, she was going to suffocate-

 

And then a jet of milk spurted into Kezia’s mouth, and she kicked her legs in infantile glee at the heavenly taste, felt Mrs. Bagley hold her as one would an infant, as she nursed happily, her eyelids fluttering, heard the mother black bear sing a lullaby, her stomach full of milk. An uncomfortable feeling shortly passed as she burped up a bit of the milk, felt her mouth gently wiped by Mrs. Bilal, and then she knew no more as her eyelids shut in slumber.

 

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7 hours ago, Panther Cub said:

Hey! Wait one second!

What was that hippo girl doing at a baby supply store in the first place?

It's explained a bit in this chapter (and definitely confirmed in the next one), but Trish was there for much more sinister reasons.

But here it is, the next chapter!

 

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Chapter Six: Families Greeting

 

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Claude and Andrea Thornton were trying to arrive at the location given by the Chesabeake police as soon as they could, clearly worrying about their daughter as they drove through the night.

 

Andrea knew that Kezia had played things off like they weren’t a big deal, as she often did; she knew from the teachers and students that there was the usual side that was like the biggest, baddest animal on the block. But the mother genet knew that her adopted daughter had a hidden soft spot, a vulnerable side that she never showed, so as not to get hurt again - and that soft spot had been hit.

 

She had long since known about the yearlong assignment, and had been sworn not to tell her daughters for the sake of secrecy. Kezia volunteering while not knowing was one of the toughest things she had done as a parent, but also necessary.

 

The adopted girl had put up every barrier that was seemingly possible, had never once called her “Mom” or her civet husband “Dad”. It wasn’t like the genet could blame the poor raccoon dog after she had heard about her past from the head of the latest orphanage she had been in, but a part of her was happy and conflicted that she was happy.

 

Kezia hadn’t even had an adolescence, let alone a childhood or toddlerhood or even younger. Andrea wasn’t going to lie and say a part of her wasn’t thrilled that her youngest daughter was getting an actual chance at that. But she also knew that Kezia was fiercely independent, hated the very idea of having to rely on anyone other than herself, wanted to protect her sisters from everyone and everything, even though they were older. She was worried that that part would prevent the raccoon dog from fully accepting the spirit of the assignment.

 

“Andy?” She turned to face her husband, Claude, whose eyes were still on the road.

 

“Yes, Clau?” she whispered.

 

“I’m worried.”

 

Andrea’s lips pursed. “About what?”

 

“The police report. The young woman who attacked our car. She’s the daughter of the top lawyer in the state.”

 

“So, what are you saying?”

 

“She’ll get off. His record is impeccable.”

 

“You’re worried she’ll go after Kezzi after she gets off.” A statement.

 

Claude’s silence was his answer.

 

“The teachers won’t let her, Clau,” she said, gently touching his shoulder.

 

“And if she does, Andy? What if I can’t protect our daughters?”

 

“Our daughters have a support system that wasn’t there last year,” Andrea whispered. “And due to the nature of the assignment, that means that our family’s going to be gathering more often. Let’s not worry too much. Our daughters are going to be safe, I promise.”

 

Claude nodded, as they pulled up to the store known as Not Far Gone, parking close to their damaged car being towed from the lot, seeing a female black bear wearing a long dress, her two sleeping cubs with their faces nestled in her fur, and two female Tasmanian devils wearing hijabs, one clearly the mother and daughter, the latter of whom was stroking the head of one of the cubs, who looked a lot different…wait.

 

The mother Tasmanian devil waved, and the black bear turned in surprise, revealing a black bear cub, and the sleeping Kezia sucking on a pink pacifier, wearing an adorable pink dress that was clearly not covering her thick pink diaper.

 

Andrea’s heart melted at the sight, and she looked at her husband, who all but had all the stars in the night sky in his eyes, as he mouthed, “She’s adorable!”

 

They exited their car, careful not to wake the sleeping raccoon dog or the black bear’s cub.

 

“Hello,” the mother Tasmanian devil whispered. “I’m Aqila Bilal, and this is my daughter, Muhsina.” The younger Tasmanian devil waved. “The mother bear’s name is Mrs. Paige Bagley, and her son, Duncan.”

 

Mrs. Bagley nodded. “You must be Kezzi’s parents.”

 

“Yes, I’m Andrea,” the genet whispered softly.

 

“I’m her husband, Claude,” the male civet whispered, his eyes still shining like an anime girl’s over his daughter’s adorableness.

 

Paws were shook when a loud fart and a foul smell entered the air.

 

“Someone’s a little stinker,” Mrs. Bilal said with a soft chuckle.

 

Mrs. Bagley checked her cub first out of instinct. “Duncan’s clean,” she said, gazing at Kezia, whose diaper was now heavily discolored and soaked. She was obliviously asleep, still suckling on her pacifier.

 

“May I?” Andrea asked gently.

 

“Of course, she’s your daughter, after all. She fell asleep after she nursed from me,” the black bear said softly, her maternal eyes filled with a kind warmth, like a fireplace hearth. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind babysitting her myself one of these days; she’s so adorable, and Dunk loves her like a little sister. But who are her grandparents, if you’re both-”


“No, she’s adopted,” Claude explained as Andrea expertly ripped open the tapes of her sleeping daughter’s dirty diaper and cleaned her poopy bottom with the wipes.

 

“Adopted?” Muhsina asked. “I know it’s not my place to pry, but…well, she helped me when I was at my lowest, and I wouldn’t mind helping her as well.”

 

“Kezzi’s been in a lot of orphanages,” Claude said, as his wife powdered and diapered Kezia. “But it’s not my place to tell her story. She puts up so many barriers for everyone but us, and I don’t want to destroy that trust. I hope you understand.”

 

“I understand perfectly,” Muhsina said respectfully. “I do want to babysit her as well. She’s quite cute.”

 

“I know that the assignment is for the class to help babysit, but I promise, you’ll get to see her soon and babysit her,” Andrea said, lovingly patting Kezia’s brand-new diaper before picking up the sleeping raccoon dog like she would an infant, as her husband got the baby supplies, the bag containing the wet clothing from before, and the stuffed triceratops and put them in the car. “Thank you so much for looking after our daughter, all of you. I know it can’t have been easy…”

 

“Honestly, she was a very good girl, very well-behaved,” Aqila said with a smile. “She was only supposed to be here for a stuffed dino; it’s not her fault at all she stayed here, nor was it her fault that she had an accident.”

 

“That’s what I heard,” the genet said with a frown.

 

She…must’ve followed Kezia, from everything I heard from my mom,” Muhsina said, her eyes frightened by memories only she could see. “Be careful.”

 

“She won’t be able to hide from the law,” Mrs. Bagley said confidently. “Assault with witnesses, vandalism, stalking, that’s not something you get away with, especially after everything I heard happened last year-”

 

“I hope you’re right,” Aqila interrupted, gently holding her daughter’s paw, who looked like she had seen the Ninth Level of Hell itself at the sound of the words “last year” before she hugged her mom.

 

“Let’s all exchange numbers, just to be on the safe side,” Claude said.

 

Numbers were exchanged, babysitting possibilities were floated, and Kezia was buckled into a car seat facing towards the seat, the civet father putting the stuffed triceratops in the sleeping raccoon dog’s arms as she sucked on her pacifier in a steady rhythm, and soon enough, the parking lot to Not Far Gone was empty as everyone went to their homes.

 

The drive to the college was simple as well, the security guard to the campus accepting Claude’s ID and directing them to the right dorm. Soon enough, they were there, parking the car in the lot.

 

Their daughters and two other college girls, a gray wolf and a clouded leopard that they didn’t know, were already outside. The younger civet and genet ran over to see their mom and dad, while the other two approached cautiously. Claude gently held a finger to his lips, gesturing at the sleeping Kezia.

 

“She’s absolutely adorable, and that dress is sooo her,” Robyn said in awe.

 

“Might have to wake her up to get her into a sleeper, though,” Faith mused.

 

“Kezzi’s had a long and rough day,” Andrea cautioned. “It might be for the best to just set her in her crib as she is, let her worry about the night clothes tomorrow night. And who are you?”

 

“Um, I’m Erin Chinnock, ma’am,” the wolf said politely.

 

“Zoey Coates, Mrs. Thornton, ma’am,” the leopardess echoed with the same politeness.

 

“Oh, you must be the volunteer parents for this project,” Andrea said warmly. “You’re going to be taking care of our daughter?”

 

“I promise not to let you down,” Zoey said in a voice that was sincere.

 

“We’ll take care of Kezia like she was our own baby,” Erin said, nodding in determination.

 

“You have a baby monitor in her room in case she’s hungry or needs to be changed?” Claude asked, his worrywart side coming through. “You’ll make sure that she’s bathed and has a fresh diaper and outfit tomorrow? You have enough formula for her feedings? You’ll make sure she has her stuffed dino to cuddle with? And the-”

 

“Dearest, calm down,” Andrea said with a chuckle. “You’ll be fine, girls, won’t you?”

 

“We will,” Faith and Zoey said, simultaneously sighing at their father’s flighty nature.

 

“Have a good night’s sleep, and tell Kezzi that we love her, okay?” 

 

“Understood, Mom,” the twins said calmly, waving goodbye as Erin carried the raccoon dog into the dorm, with the others following.

 

The two adults waited until they were out of sight. “And now, it’s time we go back,” Andrea said, touching her husband’s chin with a knowing smirk, “and watch that adult movie.”

 

“Oh, we could do more than watch,” Claude chuckled, as the married couple kissed and drove back home.

 

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On 11/28/2024 at 9:12 PM, BabySofia said:

I held off reading one work due to that kind of feeling. I read it this week, and while I acknowledge the craftsmanship, it kept me from sleeping well.

I lost a good bit of sleep one night too; reading "A Reform of Everything". That is one dark piece of literature. I'm guessing that is the one you're referring to. I've had a lot of dreams after reading various works, yours included, but that one is near nightmarish.

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1 hour ago, SkippyYote said:

That is one dark piece of literature. I'm guessing that is the one you're referring to. I've had a lot of dreams after reading various works, yours included, but that one is near nightmarish.

Yep, that's the one!

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2 hours ago, SkippyYote said:

I lost a good bit of sleep one night too; reading "A Reform of Everything". That is one dark piece of literature. I'm guessing that is the one you're referring to. I've had a lot of dreams after reading various works, yours included, but that one is near nightmarish.

 

27 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

Yep, that's the one!

 

Haven't read the story you two are talking about (and probably won't), but I honestly believe that one of my original stories (that isn't AB/AR, so won't be published on this site) could beat it in terms of sheer mind-fuckery. Maybe even one of my Pokemon fanfics that I'll probably be writing next year (won't post it here, but definitely AO3) could beat it in terms of sheer fucked-up stuff.

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Well, it's been a bit (decided to make the updates on Monday, if I can), but here's the next chapter of Classroom Pet!

 

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Chapter Seven: Getting Hungry

 

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Kezia woke up in a dark, unfamiliar place with soft, infantile music from the ceiling, sucking on something. She felt bars on every side, and she began to panic.

 

I didn’t go to jail, did I?

 

She sat up with difficulty, the squelch telling her that her thick diaper was soaked, wait, diaper?

 

The events of yesterday hit her. Second infancy, going to the store for the triceratops plushie she was clutching in her arms, she had…she had…nursed and had fallen asleep, she realized with a blush, blushing further as she realized that she was sucking on the pacifier that had been bought for her as well.

 

I’m home in my, er, the crib.

 

It’s your crib, an inner voice sang. It’s what you’re going to be sleeping in for the remainder of the year, so you better get used to it.

 

There were two tiny sources of light that she could see, one of them red and beeping, the other a soft orangey glow that she realized was a nightlight. So the other must be-

 

A baby monitor. That feathered bitch actually got a baby monitor for me.

 

The cold clamminess of the diaper told her that she had obviously wet it a lot during the night. It was uncomfortable, and she let out a soft whimper at the feeling. She still had to pee as well, so, remembering that she wasn’t allowed to get out of the crib for any reason, forced herself to go, feeling relaxed as the stream exited her body, shocking warmth spreading through her drenched diaper.

 

Might as well get into the role now.

 

Kezia tried to whine loud enough for the baby monitor to pick up, and soon enough, Erin and Faith were there, and had turned on the lights, revealing a full-blown nursery with soft white carpet on the floor, a changing table, plenty of diapers, and infantile pink patterns on the wall. She realized that a baby mobile of stars was hanging on top of the crib, rotating and playing soft nursery music, and she batted her paw at it out of instinct, being unable to reach even sitting up.

 

“Hey, Kezzi,” Erin said, the wolf’s eyes surprisingly warm, as she picked the raccoon dog up as easily as any mother would, bouncing her a bit. “Looks like you did a number on your diapee, huh?”

 

Kezia could only nod, blushing in shame.

 

“Hey, it’s okay, sis,” Faith said, ruffling her headfur. “It’s what you’re supposed to do for the class. I’m just here to help Erin here-” The civet gave the wolf a sideyed glance, “learn how to change a diaper, since she’s apparently never done it before.”

 

“I could just-”

 

“No. I’ll show you first so you know how. It’s about 2:45 AM, and you’ll have to take shifts with Zoey. Robyn will teach her later; I’ll explain now. First, make sure there’s a cloth on the changing table, put Kez on the table, and get the diaper off her”

 

Erin did just that, and was ready to toss the dirty diaper away when Faith shook her head. “No, just in case a baby wets more, you have to have her old diaper ready to catch urine. …Um, no offense, Kez?”

 

“None taken,” the raccoon dog said with a sigh. “You’re right, of course.”

 

“Right. Now, make sure to wipe her down. Girls have more intimate parts than boys, so you’ll need to be thorough, especially when she poops.”

 

Kezia shivered at the cold of the wet wipes, but didn’t make a sound as Erin wiped her down.

 

“Good. Now, spread a lot of baby powder on her parts, and when you’re done with that, then tape the new diaper on.”

 

Erin was actually doing a good job for a first timer, Kezia had to admit to herself, as her diaper was changed in a flash.

 

“That was solid, Erin,” Faith said with a grin. “Not bad for your first time, huh?”

 

“Yeah, that’s it?” Erin asked.

 

“It gets a lot tougher when babies poop, as a warning,” the civet said.

 

“Agreed. Not looking forward to that,” the wolf said with a shudder.

 

“Nor am I,” Kezia echoed in a flat tone, and all three laughed a bit at that.

 

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

 

“Are you hungry, Kez?” Faith asked, as Erin picked her up again.

 

“A bit,” she admitted, blushing at the memory of her nursing from Mrs. Bagley.

 

“I think Mrs. Stroughter bought some formula,” the wolf said, shaking her head. “Don’t know how she managed to get it this quickly, but I stopped questioning the dean about how she got shit done a long time ago.’

 

“I’ll warm it up,” Faith said, going outside the room.

 

Erin bounced Kezia a little bit, as the smaller raccoon dog felt surprisingly safe and steady in her arms.

 

“Gotta admit, I never thought I’d be changing the diapers of my cheerleading captain,” the wolf mused.

 

“I have to admit, I never thought I’d be back in diapers to begin with,” Kezia said bluntly.

 

“How’re you holding up? I heard a bit from Faith and Robyn, but I wanted to ask you, and Zoey wanted to know if you were okay as well. Something about someone destroying your car?”

 

Kezia sighed. “That hippo bitch, Trisha Miller-”

 

“Wait, Trish was at the baby store?!” Erin asked in stunned shock.

 

“Apparently, she followed me from cheer practice,” the raccoon dog said with a sigh. “Caused me to have an accident, destroyed my car, got arrested, swore undying vengeance.”

 

A low growl echoed from the wolf’s throat. “What a bitch. I promise, I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Kezzi, and Zoey will back me up.”

 

“I’m more worried about my sisters,” Kezia admitted.

 

“You’re more of a target, though, Kezzi. In her warped eyes, you stole the captaincy from her. And now that you’re like this…”

 

“As much as I hate to say it, Kez, Erin’s right. You’ve already had a target on your back from last year, and she’s in the same college, and now you can’t protect yourself if she wants to hurt you.”

 

Faith had gotten back, a large baby bottle of formula in her paws.

 

“I-”

 

“Kez, just let us handle it. I know you’re protective of us and fiercely independent, but that’s not what this is about. Remember what the dean said. You’re not allowed to break character anywhere, and that’s what that bitch will target.”

 

The raccoon dog let out a miserable whine.

 

“Here,” Erin cooed, taking the bottle from Faith. “It’s apparently for growing raccoon dogs. Let me feed you.”

 

“I’m fiiine,” Kezia whined.

 

“No, Kezzi, let Mommy feed you,” Erin said sternly. “At eight months old, you wouldn’t be able to feed yourself.”

 

“Wait, if you’re ‘Mommy’, then what do I call Zoey?”

 

“We discussed that.” A smirk was playing on the wolf’s face as she put the nipple of the bottle in Kezia’s lips. “She’s going to be ‘Mummy’.”

 

“Muff?” The whole of the nipple had entered her mouth, preventing speech.

 

Letting out a sigh through her nose, Kezia started to suckle on the nipple, feeling the formula go into her mouth. It was surprisingly creamy, sweet, and warm to the touch, and it filled her stomach almost to the point of bloating. It was almost similar to the milk of Mrs. Bagley.

 

“Such a messy little one,” Erin said with a smile as she cleaned the corners of Kezia’s mouth with a wet wipe; to the raccoon dog’s embarrassment, she realized that a bit of the formula had dribbled down to her chin fur. “It’s okay, though; I gotta say, you’re really cute like this.”

 

Kezia merely pouted…before Faith blew a raspberry on her stomach, causing her to squeal with laughter.

 

“S-sis, wha-”

 

“Robyn and I remember other parents doing that with their babies when they got back to me when I was babysitting,” the civet said with a smile. “Thought it would work.”

 

“All right, you’re fed, your diaper’s been changed, and now it’s time for beddy-bye,” Erin cooed, as she gently lowered the raccoon dog back into the crib. “Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

 

Kezia felt her eyes drooping as the mobile played the surprisingly comforting infantile music, and her eyes shut and fell into dreamland before the lights went out.

 

-

 

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