Chapter 7: They see Finn rollin'
(He hates it!)
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Finnick's eyes were closed, but his ears heard everything.
They went down in the lift.
Out of the door.
Soon they were on the street, the stroller rattling along as they went into town. The little Fennec twisted and fought slightly, but the straps holding him in were strong.
It was useless.
He calmed down slightly, breathing in and out, and thought to himself.
Okay… You've been in this stroller before. Not in a diaper, though it's not like it's on display… You've done this before. Relax. Maybe try and fall asleep. Soon it'll all be over.
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He was still tired, and the lack of sleep from the night before was already pulling at him.
He relaxed, and as the sounds of the city rang out around him, he did his best to fall asleep.
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They stopped, then started. He felt the stroller go down, then up again a little later. Probably crossing a road.
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They stopped again, and Finnick felt a breeze waft by him before a soft rubber teat was pushed into his mouth. Right, the dummy… He bit down and began sucking it, pulling in and out.
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On they rolled.
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There was a clatter as they went into a shop somewhere. A door opened, and he was wheeled in, before being parked up.
There was a shudder as the break went down.
Finnick could hear various customers talking, and smelt an odd chemical smell.
He opened his eyes and looked out, seeing a small queue of mammals who were in line for the dry cleaners. He saw Nick there, a police uniform in paw.
He looked around, and sighed with relief as he saw that no-one else was really looking at him.
Well… There was a lamb. But he was a little kid and would probably look at anything.
Looking around some more, Finnick relaxed and settled back into his seat. The old rule of breaking the law still applied. Settle down, don't draw attention to yourself… yadda, yadda.
He chewed his pacifier slightly, before remembering that he was supposed to be sucking it. He continued on, closing his eyes as he did so.
He carried on as Nick finally dropped his uniform off and went to push him out again.
On they rolled.
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Once more, Finnick realised that he'd stopped sucking.
He started again.
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Not long later, Finnick felt that the air was a lot cooler and damper. It was far louder too, with many more mammals and the sound of metal on metal. A piercing announcement about an incoming inner loop train rang out and, opening his eyes, Finnick saw that they were on a subway platform, slowly rolling away. Looking around, he tried to get a view of the station name but couldn't. Instead they rolled on, past the stairs and escalators and into a lift.
The Fennec felt far more awake now, and chose to keep his eyes open. At the very least it could be entertaining.
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Suck pacifier.
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He did so, and carried on as the lift reached the surface. Out they rolled into a large lobby area, nice and cool but decorated with palm fronds and desert patterns. Looking around, Finnick's eyes honed in on the elusive name.
-Oasis-
Big gambling, big shopping, big whoop! The Fennec though, wondering what they'd be doing here. They exited the front of the station, out into the glorious warmth. They parked in front of a large pool of water, that spread in front of them in a large square. Looking down, Finnick noticed that the water was barely a film, and it dripped through a perimeter grill. Further in though, it gently got deeper. Near the very centre he could see a baby giraffe, twice the height of Nick, running about in nothing but a diaper and a shirt. The water was ankle deep for him, and likely chest high for the little fox.
Sprinklers sprayed about, and little water fountains were dotted everywhere. Some bubbled out of the ground while others took turns spurting up.
Finnick looked at it, then remembered he still needed to be sucking. He started again, only to stop as he saw Nick come down in front of him to release the stroller straps. Finnick felt a bit of relief, before he froze up with worry.
Oh NO!
He turned to Nick, but the larger fox had already grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, revealing the toy train onesie beneath.
"Ooooooo….!"
"Yesssss," Nick said, smiling happily. Paws went between the two giant ears and eagerly ruffled the fur, before patting down. "We'll be here for the rest of the morning, but I thought you could have some fun!" he said, horribly cheery. "We can have ten minutes here, up until it's ten. Now, I want to see you make some friends."
Finnick grimaced and looked away, beginning to suck the dummy out of frustration. Out of all of this setup, at least it had a use.
"-I want to see you playing, and playing nicely and fairly and happily, with five different little children. For one minute for each at least." He gestured up to the big clock overlooking them, which had a second hand ticking around. "Aaaand, if you don't do that."
Finnick gulped at the sound of that.
"You get ten hairbrush spanks for each friend you didn't meet."
Already, the Fennec looked forwards, trying to work out a strategy. You could take the fox out of the hustle, but not the hustle out of the fox.
"-Oh," Nick added cheerfully, as he went down to Finnick's shorts. The little fox look on with alarm, before closing his eyes and pulling his head back, trying not to see the lower half of his onesie, the diaper clearly visible beneath and with overflowing leg-cuffs poking out, get exposed. "Your next wetness check and potential change is at ten-thirty, however wet you make yourself. Have fun!"
Finnick felt himself get picked up and carried forwards. The tips of the boots hit the ground, his knees tipping forwards before contacting the cool flowing water beneath. Eyes now open, arms outstretched, his hand paws splashed into the paddling pool.
He sucked his pacifier a few times and looked around, the world seeming much larger to him than it usually was.
There was a playful spank on the seat of his diaper, nudging him forwards. The padding ruffled up his butt fur and he grunbled, sucking angrily as Nick spoke out.
"Time starts now little stinker, go make some friends!"
Finnick turned forwards and began crawling.
