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Boarding School Skunk (Micro-Fiction)
🕑 Added 2020-04-04 18:01:00 +0000 UTCI wrote a series of these shorts on stream as commissions. I'll be posting them over the next week or so, on days when there's not an already scheduled story being shared.
This was written as a commission for a user named ABAlex.
Alex woke up better rested than he’d felt in days. Since last week, he’d been waking up in the middle of the night, every night, chronically needing to pee. It had gotten bad, bad enough that he was waking up two or three times and not getting any good rest.
Not waking up to exhaustion was a pleasant surprise. It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He was feeling good, his bed was squishy, and nothing could get in his-
Wait, what was that?
Blinking, he looked down in alarm. He’d wet the bed.
No, that wasn’t exactly the right way to put it.
He had flooded the bed. It was soaked through, yellow stains on his sheets and covers from his chest to his toes, just positively drenched in pee.
Almost falling out of bed in alarm, he got to his feet, looking up and down the room. He was the first one awake. Maybe, just maybe, if he got the sheets pulled off his bed and to the laundry room, nobody would find out, and he wouldn’t get punished.
He calmed down, a little. Yeah, I can do that. Nobody has to know.
…
As it turned out, a few people did end up having to know.
Alex’s face was bright pink as he crawled forward, his butt waving in the air, practically leaving stink lines behind him. His school uniform, formerly something he’d thought was kiddy and hated to wear, was a pleasant, dreamy memory.
Now, he was wearing a footed onesie, black and white stripes and a big, fluffy tail at the end. The hood had little ears and, to finish the skunk resemblance, Alex was the one to provide the stink. His diaper made the back of the outfit puff out and sag, in case there was any question what the source of the smell was.
“As you can see,” the teacher said, gesturing to him as he addressed the room of new students, “We don’t abide layabouts or fib tellers, here. If Alex is a good skunk and does his lessons, he might get to restart his potty training next semester.”
Comments
We talked about making it smaller, but there wasn't much room in a 500 word micro fiction to include an extra section in the middle.
Pelo Dee
Well damn, big time skip here!
