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The Chimour Chronicles, I of III
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It was a dark, and stormy night with little four year old Chimour, a timid vampire bat furry, who laid fast asleep in his crib. As he slept on his mother came in to check up on him and smiled at what a handsome little boy she had birthed, and she wasn’t wrong for being proud of how he looked. He had inherited his mother’s piercing red eyes, his father’s jet black fur, and was the most beautiful thing his mother had ever seen, but sadly she after that night would never be able to hold him again. Chimour’s father was out hunting and gathering that night, and had left his wife to watch after their son, so Chimour’s mother looked onward at him in his crib until he started to stir, and soon he woke up blinking adorably at his mother.
“How’s my little man doing today?”. She asked him while she let the crib rails down.
“Fine mommy, but I think I need a change”. Chimour said blushing.
“Again sweetie? How long will it take for you to learn how to use the potty like a big fur, and didn‘t I tell you to go before bed so this wouldn‘t happen?”. She asked sighing a little.
“I tried mommy, but I didn‘t have to then…”. Chimour said getting redder in the face by the minute.
“I have a friend who has a three year old girl that is already using the potty, so why don’t you? Also why do you insist on sleeping in a crib? A boy your age should be happy to sleep in a big fur bed”. She said.
“I’m sorry mommy, and I don‘t wanna sleep in a big fur bed…”. Chimour said starting to get teary eyed.
“Oh sweetie please don’t cry… I’m sorry for upsetting you, but you have to learn how to use the potty sooner or later, and how come?”. She asked in a soothing voice as she hugged her son in her warm embrace, trying to calm him down.
“O-Okay, and I‘m just scared that I‘ll fall out of it…”. Chimour said wiping his small red eyes, blushing a little more.
“Well I guess I’ll try asking you again after I have you potty trained, but for now how’s about we change that diaper?”. She asked warmly, picking up Chimour as she soon sat his very soggy bottom down on the nearby changing table.
“O-okay”. Chimour said with his face as red as a cherry when his mother picked him up, and carried him over to the changing table, his diaper sagging badly from his now elevated backside with it soon squishing very audibly, and wetly when it was laid down on the table.
“Okay pee-pee pants time for a diapee change”. His mother said, making sure to lay the teasing, and baby talk on thick, causing his blush to deepen even more as she proceeded to untape his wet Pampers with a chuckle at her son’s expression, taking out some baby powder, baby wipes, and some pull ups out from underneath the diapering supplies cabinet.
“You know I kind of like the fact that you still aren’t potty trained because it gives me all the more reason to treat to like a baby”. She teased putting her index finger to Chimour‘s furry, little nose before she started tickling Chimour’s furry little feet setting the supplies aside as she did so.
“Please stop tickling mommy,”. Chimour said giggling while she continued.
“No can do baby”. She said still tickling Chimour as she carried on.
“But I have to potty!”. Chimour whined still giggling as he started feeling the sudden, intense urge to go potty.
“Well if you have to go potty so bad then just go in your diaper”. She said with a chuckle as she retaped his sodden pampers back on to him and continued tickling him.
“But I am not a baby!”. Chimour protested as he just then lost control and started wetting his Pampers again.
Chimour was blushing pretty badly now as his mother continued chuckling while the telltale hissing sound was heard coming from inside of Chimour’s Pampers with them discoloring, and swelling up even more, his diaper now so puffed out it looked like he had a small pillow taped onto his bottom.
“Well if your not a baby then prove it by using the potty like a big fur, or I will continue to treat you like this since you can‘t tell me you‘re not a little cub in a wet diapee now can you?”. She asked smiling.
“No mommy…”. Chimour said still blushing.
“Good boy”. She said smiling and proceeded to untape Chimour’s freshly soaked pampers while taking out some baby wipes from the dispenser.
“What are we going to do today mommy?”. Chimour asked as his mother cleaned up his front gently.
“Well not today, but I figured that we may go to the fair tomorrow, BUT only if you prove to me how mature you are by using the potty like a big boy, managing to keep accidents to a minimum, and by not pooping these pull ups I am going to change you into for the rest of the night.”. She said now cleaning up Chimour’s bottom, soon finishing with that before throwing his soaked Pampers away into the diaper pail after placing the used wipes inside, and balling it up, and before taking out the baby powder which she promptly started to gently rub into Chimour’s front.
“Okay I can do that, and what are you talking about? I don‘t poop my pants anymore…”. Chimour said blushing a little because of that comment, and since this was the most embarrassing part of a diaper change for him.
“There we go all nice and powdered, and is that so? Explain the really, really stinky diapee I had to change last night then”. Chimour’s mom said after rubbing in some more powder into Chimour’s bottom, picking up the pull ups with Buzz & Woody designs, which had little fade when wet rocket graphics, so that she could easily measure how much Chimour had wet himself, since he usually didn’t wear pants around the house, and held them open for Chimour.
“That doesn’t count! We had KFC last night, and they just don’t cook it right around here!“. Chimour said pouting, but giggled when he saw his pull ups he’d be wearing since he liked the colorful and cartoony graphics on them.
“Uh huh sure, and so when you need to go potty just tell mommy and mommy will hurry you into the bathroom okay?”. She asked teasing her son a little with a smile as he stepped into his training pants for her prompting her to pull them up for him.
“Okay, and really I don‘t make poopy in my pants! Okay maybe a few other times I did, but it wasn‘t my fault…”. Chimour said as he walked off into the living room with his mommy.
“I never said it was your fault sweetie, but I am really glad that those times when you did mess yourself we weren’t in the middle of potty training you because a messy diaper is one thing, but messy training pants are another”. Mommy said smiling as Chimour continued pouting a little as he sat on the couch prior to his mommy turning it onto a cub network for him so that he could watch some Sesame Street.
Meanwhile Back In The Woods…“And that makes eight”. Chimour’s father said picking up another rabbit that he had killed.
“I’d better not tell Chimour that he’s eating rabbit when I get back, I mean the little guy loves nature so much that he would probably throw a fit if he knew what he was eating”. He said to himself remembering the time he got Chimour to eat deer.
“Well I better not keep em waiting”. He said taking flight and soon headed off, back towards his house.
“Mommy where’s daddy?”. Chimour asked curiously about an hour later as his episode of Sesame Street was coming to a close.
“He’s out getting us dinner”. She said trying to avoid saying the “H” word.
“Daddy’s not out hunting again is he momma?”. Chimour asked tearing up since cows, and chickens were one thing, but the thought of hurting, and devouring any woodland critters greatly upset him.
“No he’s not… Yeah he’s uh… Buying us some food at the market”. She lied since she knew that Chimour would throw a fit if he knew what his father was out doing.
“Well okay”. Chimour said going quiet when suddenly it dawned on him. “Uh… hey mommy?”. Chimour asked quickly standing up, and holding his crotch a little while crossing his legs
“Yes honey?”. She asked already having a good guess on what was happening.
“I got to go potty...”. Chimour said trailing off as he saw one of the rockets on the front of his pull ups start to fade, now doing the potty dance as the need grew.
After hearing this Chimour’s mother jumped up off of the sofa and grabbed Chimour by the paw, racing him off to the toilet.
“Mommy I don’t think I can hold it in anymore… I’m… I’m going to wet my pants”. Chimour said tearing up as he held his crotch still running towards the potty with his mother dragging him.
“No you’re not, we’re almost there sweetie, just hold on”. Chimour’s mother reassured, and soon reached the bathroom with her son who was still clutching his crotch, trying to stave himself off from soaking his pull ups.
Chimour quickly pulled down his pull ups, and after his mom helped him up onto the toilet he began going to bathroom, smiling at not having done it in his pants for once.
“Aw looks like someone’s a bigger fur then I thought”. Chimour’s mother chirped happily and tussled her son’s black hair which Chimour smiled and giggled at.
“Just tell me when your done sweetie, and I will clean you up”. She said smiling.
“I think I’m done now mommy”. Chimour said after a minute or two of sitting there on the toilet.
“Okay”. She replied, and began wiping Chimour’s bottom clean, soon finishing. “Now lets get back into the living room”. Chimour’s mother said taking Chimour off of the toilet, and after pulling her son’s pull ups back up they walked back into the living room where she sat on the couch, cuddling her son, and while she continued praising him for making it to the potty.
And so mere minutes later there was a knocking at the door prompting Chimour’s mother to get up off of the couch that she was previously sitting on with her son.
“I’ll go get that dear”. Chimour’s mother said then going over towards, unlocking, and opening the front door.
“Hi honey I’m back from hun-”. Chimour’s dad said stopping short when seeing that Chimour was in the room with them.
“Back from what daddy?”. Chimour asked.
“Uhmm… I am back from… The market”. He said seeing his wife mouth it out for him.
“Well what’s for dinner?”. Chimour asked.
“Well I got a good deal at the market on raw rabbit, so I bought some”. He said sighing since he knew what was coming.
“Why did you buy rabbit? You know I don’t like eating innocent animals”. Chimour complained.
“Well the rabbits that they sold me died of natural causes, and well everything else was out of our price range…”. He responded partially lying, but not completely since really they didn‘t have enough money to buy a lot of what they needed in this economy, at least not food wise since Chimour was still in diapers which were now five times as much as they were before the war between furs and humans so many years ago, also a lot of other things made by machines cost more then they used to back then as well.
Like the same Pampers Chimour wears to bed each night costs his parents quadruple what they would cost for a human mother back then before the great war, but Chimour would be dripping all over the place if he wasn’t diaper, so they decided just to bite the bullet and pay the outrageous prices for the Pampers. And this is mostly why Chimour’s mother wanted him potty trained so bad, because the diapers just cost to much of their money.
“Well okay then…”. Chimour said sitting down at the table, still not happy about this, but waited for his mom to cook up the rabbit for them all the same.
And so soon the family of three gathered around the dinning room table where after the rabbit had finished cooking Chimour‘s mother had brought it out, serving a plate full for everybody at the table.
“Hey daddy guess what?”. Chimour asked eating some of his rabbit with a slight grimace.
“What son?”. He asked also eating some.
“I made it to the potty today“. Chimour announced proudly.
“Aw that’s great to hear sport“. He said rubbing his little man‘s head proudly.
“Yup I‘m a big fur!“. Chimour said happily and continued eating his food.
“Well you still need to learn how to wipe yourself, and how to flush the toilet“. Chimour‘s mother pointed out eating some of the food on her plate.
“Well I will learn how to do that later“. Chimour said soon cleaning the rest of the rabbit off of his plate.
And so like six, or seven minutes after their meal had finished Chimour’s father spent his time with his son over in the living room, playing with his little boy’s ears on the sofa.
“Did I ever tell you how much fun your ears are to tug?”. Chimour’s father asked teasingly.
“Stop that”. Chimour said pouting.
“Oh come on don’t get all gloomy on me”. He said chuckling as he then began tickling his little boy’s feet like mad.
“Take this!”. Chimour said in between giggle fits as he jumped on his dad, play fighting with him, after which both of them were on the floor still seeing who would top who.
“That’s enough fun for tonight you two”. Chimour’s mother said.
“Party pooper”. Chimour said then pouting.
“Which reminds me... Do you have to go potty sweetie?”. She asked.
“Well actua-”. Chimour started, but was interrupted by the sound of a gun abruptly being fired off nearby. “… Not anymore”. Chimour said blushing and crying at having been so startled by that gun shot that he messed and wet his pull ups simultaneously with his pull ups now in desperate need of changing.
“Aw it’s okay sweetie, I won’t count that one against you”. She said motioning to her husband to go see what made that sound.
And so Chimour’s mother still reassuring her son that it wasn’t his fault picked him up, and started heading to the back room with him so that she could change her son‘s pull ups.
“Okay sweetie lets change those pull ups of yours”. Chimour’s mother said sweetly, laying her son down onto the changing table prior to opening up Chimour’s pull ups, and before she started wiping up Chimour’s front while he started crying.
“What’s wrong dear?‘. She asked her now weeping son as she started cleaning his front a little more gently in case she was hurting him.
“I’m not the big fur that I thought I was, am I mommy?”. Chimour asked still crying, obviously still upset about wetting and messing his pull ups like that.
“Oh there, there Chimour it wasn’t your fault”. She said now cleaning up Chimour’s bottom after she had elevated his backside by taking his legs by the ankles, and bringing them up.
“It, it wasn’t?“. Chimour asked as his mommy continued wiping his bottom.
“No of course it wasn’t, and so don’t worry about it okay?”. She asked now throwing away Chimour used pull ups into the diaper pail after finally cleaning him, placing all the used wipes inside, and after balling the training pants up.
“Well okay mommy”. Chimour said smiling happily, but grimaced when he saw her take out some Pampers instead of pull ups.
“Sweetie I figured your having continence issues at night, and that really there are no good ways to stop you from having accidents when sleeping, so you’ll need the extra protection for when you go to sleep, and besides it’s near your bed time now already, so please don’t make this difficult for me”. She said rubbing some baby powder into Chimour’s front gently.
“Fine”. Chimour said blushing as she powdered his front.
“Thank you, and hey you‘re still mommy‘s big boy, so night time accidents don‘t count since you‘ll grow out of them eventually”. She said now rubbing the baby powder into Chimour’s bottom which after she finished that she placed the Pampers underneath his freshly powdered backside. “Also seeing as how you managed to stay dry and mess free for me tonight I think I will take you to the fair tomorrow, okay?“. She asked smiling as she pulled up the front of Chimour’s Pampers, taping them on snuggly.
“Okay mommy”. Chimour said smiling as his mom picked him up and snuggled her freshly diapered little boy happily.
Meanwhile Chimour’s dad discreetly cracked open the front door grimacing when he was confronted by a rather unpleasant sight.
"Humans". He scowled with hatred clear, and ringing in his voice, but also with eyes bulging a little with apprehension when he saw that they were in the possession of guns, and so quickly but silently he motioned to his wife, who setting the freshly changed Chimour down on his bed came back down the hall to her husband.
Her reaction was exactly the same as her husband’s in the way it held anger, and great contempt towards the men, but was also at the same time proceeded by worry when she saw that they were well armed. In fact all furs hated humans, just like all humans hated furs, and wanted them all dead because you see when the fur retrovirus had escaped the labs, and made it’s way into the world of humans, transforming most of them into anthropomorphic animals, also known as furs the humans it didn’t transform lost there sterility, and so thusly some of the remainder of the human race dwindling, and dying off due to the inability of not being able to reproduce decided that they’d selfishly take the fur race along with them into oblivion, or at least try to, and so they went from town to town setting houses on fire, and gunning down all the furs that they could before swiftly being taken care of.
And so because of this some furs became human hunters, killing off humans whenever they could before they could take another innocent lift along with them, but you see even though most humans were killed off by now some had survived, their hatred fueling their deeds of cruelty against the fur race. Then suddenly another noise was heard, but this time it wasn't a gun shot, but was more like a loud cry, a loud cry which alerting Chimour’s father made him turn into the house, him knowing exactly what was making that sound, but as he turned into the house he stepped on, and snapped a twig by accident in mid sprint which was the straw that had broken the camel's back.
The fur hunters turned their heads, guns cocked and loaded as one of them swiftly fired off a round at Chimour’s mother who was saved, but barely by her husband who had jumped on her thus causing the bullet to miss it’s mark while Chimour still carried on crying for some unknown reason from the back room. Chimour’s father managed to get himself, and his wife inside, locking out the blood thirsty humans, while his wife scurried off to the back room to see what was wrong with her son during which time he was busy barricading the front door.
“What’s wrong sweetie?”. His mother asked concerned.
“I fell and now my head is throbbing”. Chimour whimpered.
“It can’t be that bad can it?”. She asked then looking at his head gasping in shock by what she had saw. “Oh my god sweetie you’ve got a gash in your head!”. His mother said looking at the way the blood stained parts of his normally black hair crimson.
“Is that bad?”. Chimour asked groaning in pain.
“It’s very bad, but we can’t get you to a hospital because there are humans outside”. She said when suddenly there was another sound of a gun firing, which scared her into leaving the room, and going back into the living room where she found her husband on the living room floor with a hole shot through his shoulder, yelping in pain.
“Oh my god hunny!”. She said crying as she ran over to him as well. “Why… Why must it end this way?”. She asked sobbing as she held her husband’s paw tightly with her husband in to much pain to talk.
Meanwhile the humans were babbling amongst each other outside, devising ways to reach their prey as one of the huskier looking men, deciding to take a cruder approach, set up dynamite all around the house, lighting the fuse as the others continued talking before the dynamite had went off.
BANG!!!!!!!After the blast had hit Chimour’s father, and mother had been partially buried under piles of rubble with Chimour now screaming as loud as he could as he ran over to them, crying out in distress, anger, and other mixed emotions, all of which he was to young to conceive but old enough to feel something along the lines of "MOMMY, DADDY!!! PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD!!" as he got on his knees, crying his eyes out, the pain coming from his still throbbing head now nothing compared to pain coming from his now bleeding heart. But his daddy seeing this just chuckled lightly as he grabbed his son closely to him, and said the last words Chimour would ever hear from him that, or any other night.
"S-son I a-am... P-proud of you, and I know that with your k-kind, a-and loving heart that you will survive, that y-you w-will make it… Just promise me one thing… And… Never c-cry again“.
Then all went black…Chimour had ultimately survived in the end, but only because his father had thrown him as hard as he could into the night sky, and because Chimour, with his wings extended, had pulled off a miracle that night, flying on the rough winds as there was a big crimson flash of light behind him, which he ignored with tears still welled up in his eyes as he, more out of his survival instinct then anything else found an old, blackened clock tower, which was to be the newly orphaned Chimour’s new home.
“How am I gonna make it without my mommy and daddy?”. Chimour asked himself as his tears started once again welling up in his eyes until he remembered his father’s dying words.
“No! I have to be strong, for them”. Chimour said throwing off the veil of hopelessness that had covered him moments before.
And so Chimour began his life out on the streets, stealing what he needed to survive, and fighting off people who‘d get in his way. Well days had turned to weeks, weeks into months, and soon it had been one year since that night as Chimour laid down in his clock tower home upon a mattress he had stolen before getting back up off of the stolen mattress, and walking over to an opening in the tower which he looked at the city through.
“Another year older, but am I another year wiser as well?”. Chimour mused sighing since it was now he’s fifth birthday, and his first birthday without his parents there with him to sing him “Happy Birthday“ and spoil him with toys, and cake.
“Well I guess I will go get myself something nice for the occasion, oh but first I probably should change”. Chimour said taking out some Pampers and other changing supplies he had stolen, laying down on his bed where he untapped his dirty pampers.
“This feels so weird having to do this myself”. Chimour contemplated aloud as he wiped his front up gently, and soon after wiping his front down proceeded to his messy bottom.
“There we go”. Chimour said smiling as he finished cleaning himself and balled up the used Pampers before unfolding and placing some new ones under him.
Chimour then took out the baby powder which he used to powder up his right paw before he began rubbing in gently into his front and bottom sighing as he did so.
“I really thought I would grow out of these”. Chimour said pouting as he took up the front of his Pampers and taped them up nice and snug. “Oh well, at least they’re convenient”. Chimour said looking at one of the only upsides to being diaper dependant.
“Okay then lets go get me a present”. Chimour said slipping on some oversized black jeans he stole from a fur with black eyeliner around his eyes, and also slipped on some socks, shoes, and a black shirt with “Judas Priest” written on it in red whatever that is, and of course all of the clothes we‘re stolen.
“Okay lets get going then”. Chimour said unfolding his wings and flew off into the night, deciding that he would steal himself a new bed since that old mattress he had back at the clock tower wasn’t comfy in the least.
And so Chimour continued flying off into the night, and eventually saw a store which bore a colorful neon sign that read “Beds for cubs” which peaked Chimour‘s curiosity, and so he landed on top of the building and snuck his way inside. Once inside Chimour saw a variety of beds for little furs like him like small race car, and boat shaped beds, but what really got his attention was a crib in the back of the store, and even though he knew he should be embarrassed for it he had wanted to sleep safe and sound in crib again like when he was still with his parents. And so caving into his childish desires Chimour walked over to the crib and had snuck it out perfectly with the guards and people running the store being none the wiser. Chimour then flew back over to his clock tower where he set his new crib up before climbing into, laying down, and soon falling in his crib.
Chimour had plenty of other similar experiences to this one, but he still had many other life lessons to learn, for as he would soon find out, nothing lasts forever. And so two years later Chimour, now at the age of seven would find out how cruel the world he was hurled into truly was as he came across someone he had befriended only to have him taken away by a tragic twist of fate.
It was in the middle of summer around ten in the morning as Chimour awoke from another great dream, and woke up as he usually did, with a soaked and messy diaper. Chimour just sighed as he hopped his diapered bottom out of bed, and soon after laying down on his old mattress Chimour got to work, untapping his Pampers while humming a cheery tune as he started wiping his front clean gently with the baby wipes.
“Wonder what I’m going to do today?”. Chimour asked himself as he soon moved on to wiping his messy bottom as gently as he had the front.
“Well I guess I could take a walk outside since the people I stole from don’t even know what I look like yet”. Chimour said smiling as he finished up cleaning his bottom and balled up his dirty Pampers along with the used baby wipes which he threw away into the diaper pail he stole.
Chimour then placed some new Pampers underneath his bottom, and started rubbing in the baby powder into his front before powdering his bottom, and taping up his new Pampers nice and snug.
“Okay well time to get dressed for the day”. Chimour said slipping on his now not as oversized pair of black jeans followed by his socks, shoes, shirt, and backpack which he had stuffed with emergency changing supplies.
Chimour after getting properly dressed walked outside of his clock tower and started looking around the city. Getting hungry he stole some bread and fruit from a nearby store without any one noticing, and quickly walked off with his breakfast which he consumed quickly after exiting the store. Chimour walked around a bit more and soon saw a fox fur dressed in a black t shirt and blue jeans.
“Hey”. Chimour said casually since the furry looked to be about his age.
“What’s up?”. The fox fur asked.
“Not much, but why are you here walking these streets by yourself?”. Chimour asked since he didn’t see anyone that could possibly be related to him.
“I don’t have a mother or father, so I am an orphan”. The fox fur responded with a sad look on his face.
“Ah… Well um you could stay with me for a little while if you want?”. Chimour asked sympathizing with him.
“Really??!!! You mean it??!!!”. The fox fur asked happily.
“Yeah, but don’t expect me to be living in anything like a mansion or what have you, oh and my name is Chimour, and you are?”. Chimour asked smiling at the fox fur’s reaction to his offer.
“Henry”. The fox fur said.
“Well Henry how about we go have some fun?”. Chimour asked smiling.
“Sure thing!”. Henry said excitedly as he followed his new buddy, smiling happily as he did so.
And so the two of them spent the rest of the day frolicking in the fields of flowers outside of the city limits, telling crude jokes, and just talking about this and that until the predictable happened and Chimour messed his Pampers.
“Hey what’s that smell?”. Henry asked holding his nose while Chimour just sat there in his now messy Pampers blushing.
“Chimour did you?”. Henry asked catching on.
“Y-Yes”. Chimour said blushing with tears in his eyes.
“Well that pair of pants is ruined…”. Henry said sighing.
“Well n-not really..”. Chimour said blushing.
“Huh? Ooooh… I see”. Henry said stifling a giggle which Chimour just blushed more at as he started crying.
“Chimour please don’t cry..”. Henry said sadly as he hugged Chimour who had soon stopped crying, feeling like he did when his mother used to calm him down like this as he blushed some more.
“Now do you want me to change you?”. Henry asked smiling down at him.
Chimour was dumbstruck, he didn’t know what to say, and so still blushing he merely nodded his head silently.
“Okay”. Henry said smiling, and taking Chimour’s backpack, hoping that there was something he could use to change his friend with inside, and after taking out some Pampers, baby powder, and baby wipes he pulled down Chimour’s baggy jeans there in the field of flowers, pushed his friend down onto his back and started wiping his friend’s front as soon as he untapped his friend’s Pampers.
And so Henry continued cleaning Chimour up gently, and had soon finished up, placing the used diaper aside after he put the used baby wipes inside of the diaper, and balled it up before unfolding, and placing some new Pampers underneath Chimour’s bottom and started rubbing in some baby powder into Chimour’s front and backside, making sure to thread his friend’s stubby tail through the hole in the back.
“And there we go Chimour, all nice and clean”. Henry said smiling as he pulled up the front of Chimour’s Pampers, and taped them on snuggly.
“Thanks”. Chimour said still blushing as he pulled up his pants.
“Hey what are friends for?”. Henry asked smiling.
“Keeping embarrassing secrets? Oh and well I guess we should head back home”. Chimour said getting up, and collected his backpack which he filled back up with changing supplies before he slipped it back on, and before he picked up the dirty diaper which he also put into his backpack.
“Aw don‘t worry about it, I won‘t tell anyone, however I hope ya like the nickname ‘Diaper Butt‘ ”. Henry said giggling as he walked off with Chimour towards his clock tower home until Chimour heard the sound of gunfire from behind him, and upon looking down saw that his new friend Henry had been killed by who else but another fur hating human who fled immediately after killing him to lower his chances of being caught.
“HENRY!!!!!”. Chimour cried out in pain as he once again got down on his knees, and began talking to his friend saying how he was going to be alright and how he was going to live, but in the end none of it helped as Henry eventually passed away leaving Chimour alone once more.
“Why?! Why must everyone I love suffer???!!!”. Chimour yelled as he was given looks of piety from passerby, and as she punched the ground with all his might, leaving cracks in the sidewalk along with spots of blood due to the unnatural amount of strength his race had.
Three Years Later...By now Chimour had grown infamous for his thieving, and it had given him a new name. The name they chose to brand Chimour with was “Phantom Thief”, and he lived up to it, for no one had ever managed to catch Chimour and if one should ever get close he would just disappear into the night like a phantom. But all good things must come to an end, and so at the age of ten Chimour was finally caught. It had been a snake fur who caught Chimour that fateful day, and managed to, after injecting Chimour with some special venom, paralyze Chimour, so that he could stuff him into the back of his police car.
“Where are you taking me chief?”. Chimour asked moments later from the back of the police car when the venom‘s effect wore off.
“Shut up and be good or I will bust your face open with my club you no good punk!”. The officer said.
“Heh many people before you have tried, and none have succeeded, so why do you think you can do it?”. Chimour asked impudently.
“Because I am the one with the gun, and unless you want the back of your head all over my back sit I suggest you shut the hell up!”. The officer shouted.
“A gun? Really? You think that is gonna tip the scales in your favor?”. Chimour asked laughing.
“Here we are you little shit. Now get the fuck out of my car!”. The officer yelled then opening Chimour’s door and threw him out of his car, but to the officer’s great anger Chimour merely pulled off some acrobatics in midair and ended up unscathed and on his feet.
Chimour looked up at there destination and saw that he was taken to a prison, but merely sighed not showing any fear as he was led into the building.
“We’ll see how brave you are when you meet your cell mate!”. The officer said pushing Chimour hard in the back.
“So this is him? The phantom thief? But he’s just a boy officer”. A young fox girl from behind a bullet proof glass made booth said.
“Trust me on this, this little shit IS the phantom thief, and we ARE going to lock him up in a cell with the rest of the trash who didn’t fit into proper society”. The officer said sneering.
“But he’s so young….”. The fox girl said.
“Well maybe his worthless parents played a part in turning him into such a delinquent”. The officer said before being slammed straight in the jaw by a painful uppercut that sent him reeling.
“I can take a lot of psychical and verbal abuse officer, but when you insult my parents I WILL hurt you!”. Chimour said with a mean look on his face.
“You see!!! He is the phantom thief! The fact that he dislocated my jaw proves it!”. The officer said after relocating his still aching jaw.
“Well alright”. The fox girl said then signing the papers as she approved Chimour’s sentence of a lifetime in jail.
“Okay now you will refer to all officers here as sir, and if you don’t comply then you will be beaten until you do. Now do I make myself clear?!!!” . The fox girl asked.
“Yes Sir”. Chimour said.
“Good now empty your pockets”. The fox girl said.
“Yes Sir”. Chimour said emptying his pockets and gave the fox girl some food, and money he had stolen.
“Is that everything?”. The fox girl asked.
“Yes Sir”. Chimour said.
“Very well, now get dressed”. The fox girl said getting out of her bullet proof booth to hand Chimour the local prison garb.
“Yes Sir…”. Chimour said removing his shirt, his pants, and thusly left his diaper exposed.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!!!”. The officer said then breaking down into fits of laughter while still occasionally rubbing his jaw.
“You don’t by chance have any more diapers in this prison do you Sir?”. Chimour asked blushing.
“No”. The fox girl said breaking down into fits of giggles herself.
“And even if we did you wouldn’t be allowed them because we would just love to see the prisoner’s reaction when they find out they have a baby in their midst!”. The officer said still laughing up a storm.
“Hey don’t forget slime ball that this BABY kicked your ASS only a few moments ago”. Chimour said venomously.
“You little punk! Just for that I‘m going to…”. The officer said now blushing himself as the female fox began laughing even more.
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