babyfur Curses! (Mature) (Chapter Three)

[Baby Jemma]

Okay, I know I'm coming up with all sorts of ideas lately, so I'm gonna go for this writing spree as I have it. Welcome to Curses!, a babyfur story where six prospective college-aged animals applying for a daycare job are physically and emotionally (but not mentally, per my usual) age-regressed~ Not exactly original, but I hope to put some new spins on it~

Of course, there's going to be a few mature themes that are dealt with in the content warning tags, so if you know you'll be affected in any way, you can stop reading at any point, and I will make sure to warn you guys when those things come up.

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.

And now, without further ado, the story:

 

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Chapter One: Six Girls, One Job

 

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Vanessa Cruickshank was bored and ready for the tour to begin for the daycare job she and her bestie, Shannon, applying for along with four other competitors.

 

The giant anteater was dressed casually for the Bay Brooklet Development and Learning Daycare Center in Charlotte, North Carolina, wearing a black tank top with a skull in the middle, ripped blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers, her long bushy tail swishing with annoyance, as she waited outside in the chilly early October Saturday morning with the five other young women in her group. Needless to say, most of them didn’t get along with each other.

 

“Watch where you’re swishing your tail!” the shortest among them, an Arctic hare, snapped. She was dressed to the nines: a white blouse, knee-length black skirt, black leggings, and five-inch heels (that somehow fit her large feet).

 

“Hey, I don’t control where my tail goes!” Vanessa clapped back.

 

“L-Leave her alone!” a mountain zebra spat at the anteater in a deeper voice that denoted her as trans. She wore a shin-length sky-blue dress (that didn’t work with her figure) and flats.

 

“Funny, I thought she didn’t need a sidekick,” Shannon O’Brettle quipped harshly, the margay brushing her black miniskirt, her green sports tank top baring her midriff and combat boots somehow even more casual than Vanessa’s clothes.

 

“At least I don’t dress like a slut to the job interview,” the hare sneered.

 

“At least I rock my looks, Miss A Cup,” Shannon retorted, as the zebra looked down at her hooves shyly, the hare’s tiny paws patting the woman’s legs (as far as she could reach) gently as she glared at the margay. “And the job specifically insisted to wear your favorite clothes to the interview.”

 

“C’mon, can’t we just have fun here?” a maned wolf asked in annoyance. She wore black jean shorts and crocs as well as a black T-shirt depicting a keyboard with the words “Don’t play me!” emblazoned on it. “There are three openings for pairs. We don’t have to argue.”

 

“Just ignore them,” the final girl, an African wild dog, growled, trying to keep her ankle-length golden skirt and loose silver silk top from fluttering in the heavy gale, as she shuffled on her sandals. “Just because there’s six openings doesn’t mean they’ll get the job.”

 

The job, Vanessa thought. Every one of them was desperate to get this job; it seemed like a dream for her, taking care of babies for six figures a month (she was not used to kids, only having an older brother and no younger siblings or cousins, but Shannon was, and she did everything with the margay), almost too good to be true. But she and Shannon were college seniors (and from the look of the others, they were as well), and they needed the money.

 

Then the door opened, and a female northern flying squirrel wearing casual clothing (a red t-shirt without a logo, gray sweats, and tennis shoes) exited the daycare. She looked to be only a little older than they were.

 

“Hi, I’m so glad you all could come!” she said in a perky tone. “I’m Connie Zanovelli, and I’m the head sitter of Bay Brooklet Development and Learning Daycare.”

 

Vanessa was the first to shake paws, noting that Connie was even smaller than the Arctic hare.

 

“Nice to meet you,” the anteater said politely. “Vanessa Cruickshank.”

 

Shannon was next. “Shannon O’Brettle,” the margay said confidently.

 

The hare followed. “Victoria Box,” she said in a cool tone.

 

“Wait, Box?” Shannon asked. “As in the rich female couple?”

 

The hare’s face flushed. “Yeah, what of it?” she muttered.

 

“Why are you interviewing for this job, then?” the margay asked curiously, her tone surprisingly concerned. “Your moms cut you off or something?””

 

“Because some of us want to take care of kids.”

 

The maned wolf shook paws next. “Tempest Pitcairn. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Zanovelli.”

 

The African wild dog continued with the paw-shaking. “Shiloh Nash. Good to meet you, ma’am.”

 

The mountain zebra sighed shyly, shuffling her hooves, seeing as she was last. “I-I’m Hester Dampier. I-It’s good to m-meet you, Ms. Zanovelli, ma’am.”

 

“It’s wonderful to meet you all as well, but please, call me ‘Connie’; ‘Ms. Zanovelli’ and ‘ma’am’ sound so stuffy.” Connie’s smile was friendly. “Technically, the Pilkvists wanted to hire extra help. I’m assuming there’s going to be a lot of kids, given the hires.”

 

“How long have you been here?” Vanessa asked.

 

“About a month. They just opened the daycare to the public, so…” Connie looked almost contemplative. “Well, I’m glad that you all are here for the job interview.”

 

Vanessa looked at Shannon, the margay’s face matching her confusion. Only a month open? That was…a bit unusual.

 

“My bosses wanted to hire extra help for whatever reason,” the flying squirrel said. “So…shall we go in? It’s a bit too cold to stand outside.”

 

“Of course,” Victoria said, barging her way in with Hester, her apparent friend, following nervously. Shiloh and Tempest followed next, leaving Vanessa staring at Shannon.

 

“You sure about this, Ness?” the tree cat asked. “It’s a little…”

 

“Weird? Sketchy?” the giant anteater finished. “Yeah, but if it pays six figures a month for this alone, I’m willing.”

 

“Thanks for coming with me, Ness. I know kids aren’t exactly your thing…”

 

“Any time, Shanny. Let’s go in.”

 

The two lifelong friends went into the daycare and looked around. The walls had a light pink hue and were decorated with infantile posters, the floor was covered entirely with soft fuzzy carpet, and the ceiling lights were warm yet not intrusive, but other than that, it was sadly empty of anything, like the items were going to be moved in at a later date. Even the other four applicants weren’t there, only Connie was outside of an office door that they hadn’t noticed before.

 

“They want you going in separately,” the flying squirrel said to them. “Good luck with the interview!”

 

“Where is the next one?” an older female voice asked in a raspy tone.

 

“Who wants to go?” Connie asked.

 

“You do it first; I know I’ll do well enough,” Vanessa said with a smirk.

 

“Fine. I’ll see you as an employee,” Shannon said with a smirk of her own as the margay walked to the door, opened it, and entered the room.

 

Vanessa waited and waited, tapping her foot, before she felt her phone buzzing to display a text message. The anteater was annoyed; she had purposely kept her phone on vibrate and told her folks not to call her during the interview.

 

She looked at the message, no, a lot of messages, one after another. Threatening, wheedling, threatening again, demanding her to answer, threatening yet again, faux loving shit, and, to nobody’s surprise, threatening once more. In short? Another message from…him. Her stupid fucking ex, Ryan. She had blocked all of his phone numbers, but he always got a different phone to call her with. It was annoying and more than slightly scary.

 

The anteater blocked this one as well; she had no time to deal with this shit. She noticed the time. Almost noon. What was taking so long?

 

Connie was on the phone with someone as well, as she said, “Raffy, I know you wanted to pick me up for that fancy lunch, but I’ve got a slate of interviews at my job, and my bosses are very nitpicky about that.” A pause. “Sure, 1:30 PM works; they never stated anything otherwise…”

 

Then the door opened, and Vanessa got nervous - because Shannon, nor any of the other four, for that matter, had not exited the room.

 

“If we can see the final young lady?” a different raspy female voice asked.

 

“Okay, looks like you’re up, Vanessa!” Connie said in a perky tone. “Good luck!”

 

The anteater sighed, ready to go in and try to nail the interview in spite of her trepidation, not having a clue of what was to come.

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~

[Baby Jemma]

Well, I better update the next chapter of Curses!, and I'm getting into the AR quickly~ Let's start:

 

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Chapter Two: Baby Bunny

 

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Victoria was calm, cool, and collected as she went into the building with Hester and only Hester. Apparently, the others were too busy caring about themselves to join them. Connie was inside, looking at them curiously.

 

“Well, my bosses said that they wanted to see the candidates one at a time,” the flying squirrel said, her tone confused. “I don’t understand, but-”

 

“I don’t either,” Victoria said with a frown, looking at the empty place. “This is for babies and toddlers? I’m assuming that they’re going to have a moving company soon to fill the place?”

 

“Y-yeah, it’s a little…empty?” Hester said timidly, as Victoria patted her lifelong friend’s leg, as high up as the small hare could reach.

 

Connie looked confused herself, but she said, “I don’t wish to question the thoughts of my bosses,” in a tone that sounded as unsure as they did.

 

A raspy female voice echoed from a door that Victoria hadn’t noticed earlier. An old woman’s voice.

 

“If we can see the first young lady?” the old voice asked.

 

“Of course!” the hare said, looking at Hester. “Don’t worry, Hesty. Just be yourself, and you’ll be fine. I’ll be right out, and we’ll both get the job.”

 

“Y-you sure, Tory?”

 

The transwoman zebra sounded nervous about going in alone. Not that Victoria could blame the poor girl; she was always the type that was quite timid and scared, not trusting people, and for good reason. It had taken Victoria the longest time to find Hester two people who seemed to care about her for her.

 

She wished that she could say the same for herself and her ex.

 

“It’ll be fine.” The Arctic hare’s black eyes were surprisingly warm, an emotion she only showed to her friend, her moms, and her two adopted brothers…even if the latter were immature and annoying. “I’ll go first, and I’ll let you know how everything goes.”

 

“O-okay!”

 

Victoria took a deep breath, shouldering her small purse, walking on her heels with the ease of much practice to the door, opening it to reveal a simple play room. There were no desks, but there were laminated papers of childish drawings all over the walls. The hare thought that the drawings looked somewhat familiar, like an itch that needed to be scratched in the back of her mind.

 

There wasn’t much to sit on either. There were three beanbag chairs, one clearly made for babies, green on the outside with an adorable pink shape that resembled a rainbow trout’s mouth, and two for adults. Unfortunately, both of the adult beanbag chairs were taken by two of the oldest animals she thought she had ever seen in her life.

 

One of the animals was a female beaver. Her fur was snow white with age, her pale eyes rheumy and with one or two cataracts, her back hunched over, even as she relaxed in the beanbag chair closest to the childish one. Her tail was bent, her front teeth down to nubs. Overall, the beaver looked to be about at the end of her lifespan, but she seemed aware of everything as she looked at Victoria with a warm, motherly smile.

 

Then there was…there was…Victoria didn’t even recognize the animal. It wasn’t that she couldn’t tell, it was obvious what type of animal the older woman was when she looked at her, but the problem was that she couldn’t really look at her; for whatever reason, she kept staring at the beaver.

 

“Sit down, my dear,” the beaver said in her raspy tone, her smile warm and caring. “Do you need anything before we begin with the interview?”

 

“Um, no, no thank you, ma’am,” Victoria said, surprising herself with her sudden shyness, as she sat down in the infantile beanbag chair, feeling shocked at how it enveloped her. She got out her resume from her purse, papers upon papers of recommendations. “I don’t want you to have to get up, you know?”

 

“Because we are old?” the beaver said, her thick tail twitching with amusement. “My name is Hilda Pilkvist, but Hilda will do for now. May I inquire what your name is, my dear lady?”

 

“I’m Victoria Box,” the hare said before wondering aloud, “Is this the start of the interview? If so, do you need my resume? Because I brought-”

 

Hilda smiled. “Very perceptive. It is. You do not need a resume: just answering my questions honestly. Now, some of the questions I ask may seem a little…strange, but I assure you, it is important for this interview. Are you ready to start?”

 

“Are you sure you don’t need a resume?” Victoria was completely confused. She had brought all of this paperwork, all of her recommendations from prior jobs…and now she didn’t need them? All of her instincts were screaming to get out, but she felt comfortable in the beanbag chair and didn’t leave.

 

“I assure you, you only need be yourself. Let us begin: what is your favorite color?”

 

The hare was thrown by the curveball. “Um, pink,” she answered, feeling like she had to be truthful and not…naughty.

 

The beaver smiled. “Then why not wear your pink dress?”

 

“I thought it was a job interview, and you have to dress your best to impress.”

 

“A clever word scheme. Good girl.” Victoria felt an odd sense of giddiness at the last two words, before the beaver continued, “What is your family like?”

 

“Um, I have two mommies,” Victoria answered, not even realizing the last word she said. “Um, Mama Sarah, a red panda, and Mommy Kelsey, a badger. An’ I have two older brothers, Mag and Sil. Mag is a giraffe, Sil is an elephant. Me an’ my big brothers are adopted.”

 

Wait, older? Big brothers? I’m older than Mag and Sil. Am I older than them? What’s wrong with me?

 

“Did you make these pictures?” Hilda asked, directing Victoria’s eyes towards the infantile doodles on the wall…and she recognized all of them: she had made those drawings in early childhood at the orphanage.

 

“Yes,” she whispered, feeling suddenly shy.

 

“Is your family nice to you?”

 

“Yeth!” Victoria’s mind perked up at the question. She barely heard herself lisp, barely felt a stream exit her body onto her skirt and the beanbag. “My mommies love me an’ my big brothers!”

 

The beaver smiled, and it seemed like her fur was regaining some of its normal brown color to the hare. “Good girl,” she cooed. “We’re halfway through the interview. Can you be a good girl and lie down so we can get you clean?”

 

Victoria’s adult instincts were screaming. She was a college senior, and she was pissing herself and acting very babyish to a serious interview. If her ex-boyfriend saw her…

 

Nu, nu fink of boyfwiend! He meanieface! Fink of Mommy and Mama!

 

It was odd; Kelsey, Mommy, was always playing fun games with her adopted children, while Sarah, Mama, was very nurturing. Very different, yet very similar. And they both loved her and her older brothers as if they all were their own by birth.

 

Why am I thinking of them as older? They’re younger! I was adopted first!

 

But she couldn’t think of the right words, all jumbled in the fuzziness of her emotions, as she lay down on the comfy carpet and grunted, feeling a giant log exit her, staining her panties and skirt even more.

 

“Oh, goodness, a certain little baby is a stinker; it seems you definitely are not going to outgrow your diapers any time soon. I shall clean you up, if that is all right, sweetie?”

 

Hilda’s voice was not accusatory, angry, or anything negative, but motherly and warm, like Mommy and Mama, and Victoria let the beaver take off her soiled clothes and quickly get her into a fresh diaper without complaint, even though her quickly diminishing adult thoughts were screaming for her to bolt.

 

She was drooling on her blouse, and the beaver quickly got out a pink dress with the words, “Mommy’s and Mama’s Baby” emblazoned on the front, and a pacifier to put in her mouth, as the hare quickly sucked on it, not caring in the slightest how babyish she looked, as the dress was put on her, as if she couldn’t do it herself…and at this point, she felt like she couldn’t really do it, as she yawned, a wave of exhaustion swallowing her whole.

 

“Good girl!” Hilda cooed. “Now, let us get you into your crib; your friend, Hester, will be joining you shortly after my wife interviews her.”

 

Hesty…

 

The name of her bestie was the last thing on Victoria’s mind before her eyes finally shut and she went straight into sleep.

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~

[Baby Jemma]

All righty, it's been a week, so here's the next chapter of Curses!:

 

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Chapter Three: Zebra Foal

 

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Hester was nervous as hell.

 

The mountain zebra was always timid and skittish around crowds, and she was thankful that Connie didn’t want to talk; it would’ve only made her more nervous. In fact, the flying squirrel seemed to be in her own little world, almost dozing like she was asleep.

 

And now Victoria was in the room, and she hadn’t come out in a while. Her panicked thoughts immediately went to killer old women, or some supernatural shit before the rational part of her mind shut down that notion. They were probably already discussing salary for Tory and the like, and Tory was almost certainly putting in a good word for her.

 

Tory. The best friend a transgirl could ask for. The Arctic hare never, ever judged Hester based on her appearance, her awkwardness, her gender identity, any of the stuff that her birth parents (both of them in another state and having disowned her for the “crime” of being trans) and the people around her from elementary school on had always done.

 

It was why she left her home state as a tween runaway. And Tory had been there, even helping her connect with her true family, even if some would criticize them for being an engaged poly trio.

 

Marco Dampier. Lorelei Dampier. And Hester, who took their name, wanting to stay as far away from her old family as possible. Hester was tempted to text them…but would only do so after the job was finished.

 

Connie suddenly snapped to attention, her eyes widening for a split second before they became almost placid again, yet…friendly.

 

The zebra wasn’t sure what to make of Connie. She seemed nice, but a lot of people seemed nice before showing their true colors.

 

A raspy old voice called out, “If I can get the second young lady in, Constanza?”

 

The flying squirrel blushed, muttering something about “her name being ‘Connie’”, before she gave Hester a warm smile and whispered, “Good luck.”

 

Hester smoothed out her blue dress (the comment that the margay made about the figure stung a bit; she knew that she was trying to pass, she knew that the comment was directed towards Tory, but it was still hard to hear and still hurt.), quickly walking to the door with her black flats making subtle sounds on the carpeted floor that she could hear with her keen ears.

 

She timidly poked her head in first, looking around the room, seeing a bunch of drawings plastered over the wall in back that looked oddly familiar.

 

“Well, come in dearie,” the old woman’s voice chuckled. “We do not bite.”

 

Hester sighed, trying to pick up her courage, and walked in to see three beanbag chairs, one infantile, blue and silver colored, and shaped like a barracuda with its pink mouth opening as the seat, and two others that were occupied.

 

She couldn’t see the animal on the left clearly, for whatever reason, but the animal on the right was clearly a porcupine, fur white, figured bowed and bent with age, her quills mostly missing and the ones remaining almost silver in the light. The porcupine’s rheumy eyes turned to look at the zebra, and the older animal smiled.

 

“Welcome, dearie,” the old animal said, gesturing for Hester to sit in the beanbag, which she did, not realizing that the entire pink mouth almost enveloped her with a startled squeak. “Please, do get comfortable and take your time with this interview.”

 

“T-Thanks…” Hester was unsure about this. “Um…w-where’s Victoria?”

 

“She passed.” The words and intent didn’t seem ominous, but Hester’s panicked thoughts would’ve made her bolt if not for her bestie having already passed. “Dearie, it will be all right.” The soft, almost nurturing tone reminded her of Lorelei, and she crossed her legs nervously, but not about to run. “All we need from you are a few simple questions. Answer honestly, and you will pass like Victoria did.”

 

“Th-thank you…” Hester was getting close to nibbling on her hooves, something she hadn’t done since early childhood, but the voice from the porcupine seemed calm, at least. “Um, your name is Mrs. Pilkvist, right?”

 

“Yes, but please, call me Eira.” The porcupine’s voice and eyes were kind. “And your name is…?”

 

“H-Hester D-Dampier,” the zebra stuttered nervously.

 

“A pretty name.” Hester felt a jolt of happiness that her true name was called “pretty”. “Now, some of the questions may seem a bit strange, but I need to ask them to get to know you. Are you ready?”

 

The zebra wanted to be confident, wanted to say she was up to this, but something in her told her to be honest. “Um…no, I’m not…”

 

“It is okay to be nervous,” Eira said warmly. “I will not judge in any way, and you are a good girl for being honest.” The words “good girl” made Hester’s heart race, but in a good way. “Let us start with something small: is sky-blue your favorite color?”

 

Hester blushed. “Yes, it is,” she said, feeling a bit more relaxed. “That's why I picked this dress.”

 

“And you look beautiful in it.” Hester’s heart soared to the moon at the words before the next words sent it crashing down into her stomach. “What is your family like?”

 

“Not my family!”

 

Hester’s eyes darted around in panic, but when they saw Eira’s eyes, the porcupine’s kind, empathetic eyes, seemingly with a little less cataracts than they had when she saw her first, she calmed down.

 

“Are there people who care for you?” Eira asked gently.

 

“Yes…Victoria, my bestie…Marco and Lorelei Dampier, my boyfriend and girlfriend.” Hester’s heart rate was returning to normal, as she felt herself sink into the beanbag chair, which almost seemed to envelop her at this point.

 

“What are Marco and Lorelei like? Do they take care of you?”

 

“They’re goodie!” Hester’s mind wasn’t picking up on what she was saying as she continued in a toddlerish lisp, ignoring the wet spot in her panties, coming from…something that wasn’t exactly a penis. “They pwotect me, take cawe of me, Mommy feeds me my baba every day I wake up, an’ Daddy watches my shows wif me in his arms!”

 

“I can imagine they do,” Eira said, her voice warm, as Hester noticed the porcupine’s fur turning less gray, her spines growing back, as she grew bigger than the zebra. “Did you make these pictures?”

 

“Yeth!” Hester recognized the pictures, not feeling her tail raise up. “Dat one’s of Pwinshess Stwipes!” She pointed to a drawing she had made as a young toddler, that her birth parents had ripped to pieces, somehow reformed and made whole. She beamed with happiness, as she pointed at more pictures, wrinkling her nose at the smell, but not realizing where it was coming from. “An’ dat’s Cowgiw Stwipes! An’ dat one’s Piwate Wady Stwipes!”

 

“Your pictures are adorable,” Eira cooed at her, as if the zebra was a mere toddler again, and even though the zebra’s adult thoughts were panicking, they felt far away, like they were a dream. “The interview is halfway done. One last thing is necessary: can you lie down for me so I can get a nice fresh diaper on you?”

 

Hester toddled out of the chair happily, shedding her flats, the dress falling to the floor along with her ruined panties, as she lay down in front of the porcupine. She was nibbling on her hooves absentmindedly, and it was quickly replaced with a cute pink pacifier that she gleefully sucked on.

 

“Such a messy girl,” Eira chuckled, as the now-towering lady got out a diaper and quickly changed Hester. All of the zebra’s adult thoughts were screaming at her to bolt at this point, realizing that the same thing had happened to Tory, but something kept her there. “I will dress you; you cannot exactly go around in just a diaper. Boys, yes, but certainly not good girls like you.”

 

The endorphins surged through Hester’s emotions at the words, and they sang at the dress the porcupine lady pulled out: a sky-blue dress with the skirt flared out like a tutu, the words “Pretty Princess” on the front, as she quickly dressed the now-tiny zebra and picked her up as easily as one would carry a baby, and the zebra realized…

 

I’m…I’m a…

 

Hester felt a wave of exhaustion suddenly wash over her thoughts, the riptide drowning them all, and replacing them with dreamland as she closed her eyes.

 

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