“But Mommy, I want to go see the new slasher movie-mmph!” The young fox was suddenly cut off, something large and rubber being shoved into his muzzle. He knew the sensation all too well, the nub of a pacifier shoved into his mouth in order to silence him there on the spot. He whimpered a little and splayed back his ears, looking up at the large German shepherd woman holding onto the end of it, giving him a look that simply said ‘behave’ before it softened and she let go, but he dared to not spit out the thing as she spoke in a soft, motherly tone.

“I already told you, sweetie, you’re too young for that movie. It’ll give you nightmares, and then you’ll wake up with your bed even more wet than normal.” She grinned and booped the end of his nose with a finger in a teasing manner, the fox starting to lightly blush in response. He couldn’t help it that he still wet the bed even at his age, though his Mommy treating him like a baby he didn’t much care for. She even installed drop rails onto his bed so that he wouldn’t roll out. She saw the look on his face and reached down, patting at the fox’s rear which made her smile when it crinkled out slightly. “Maybe if you manage to stay dry for a few more weeks, Mommy will take you to see your movie. For tonight, we get to go see A Car’s Life with Auntie Leah and your cousin.”

The young fox pouted around the pacifier but he remained quiet, giving her no more fuss. He used to do that a lot when she first made him start wearing training pants, but a few swats with the back of a hairbrush quickly had the todd whimpering and begging her to stop. Thankfully she stopped at that much, and has only hinted at worse options. The female shepherd just gave a little nod and another smile as she pushed him over onto his bed behind him. “Good, now lay still while Mommy gets you dressed. We can’t have you taking hours like normal while Auntie is already there waiting for us.”

The kit whined out once more around the nipple of the pacifier, his paws moving down to cover the front of his baggy cargo shorts he wore to school today, but they were quickly batted away by his Mommy as she easily went about unfastening them both in front and in back around his tail, before tugging them straight off and just laying them aside. Afterwards, she reached both her arms forwards, fingers wiggling to show what she wanted him to do. He hesitated for a couple of moments, then reached his arms up and let her take his hands, pulling him up into a sitting position.

Once sat up she gripped the bottom of his bright blue shirt and started to pull it up over his head, stopping at the midway point where his face was covered by the cloth. “Oh, oh no! Where did Mama’s little kit go?” She then pulled it off the rest of the way, uncovering his face. “There he is! There’s Mama’s pouty fox..” With the shirt pulled  off, the poor kit was left completely naked save for his training pants, which were baby blue and themed with Paw Patrol characters. That got a smile out of the female shepherd, perhaps enjoying the sight of her adopted son a little too much, flashing back to when he was young enough for these kinds of things to be completely normal for him.

That was before this all happened. Before her son was kicked out of college, caught drinking on campus and defacing the school statue. She was horribly embarrassed, since it was her own alma mater she tried to send him to. One that she was quite respected at, and that’s the only reason that criminal charges were not brought up. That night she brought him home, in a drunken stupor no less and put him back in his own bed, and the next morning he woke up with wet pants, sheets and underwear. It was then that she laid down the law, and explained how things would be from that point on.

That flashback faded when the fox started wriggling around, fussing against her touches and pouting all the more with crossed arms and all. She reached a hand out and began rubbing his tummy a few times, attempting to calm down the big fussy kit in order to get him to lay still. When his tantrum of sorts finally subsided, she leaned down and gave him a kiss on the side of his muzzle “Good boy, now lay still while Mommy picks you out something cute.” She pat his thigh and stood up from her place sat on the edge of the bed, walking over to a rather plain looking dresser, save for one that had stickers of baby blocks that spelled out ‘kit’.

Leaning down on her knees she pulled open the drawer with both hands and couldn’t help but grin at the items within. Of course there was the fox’s spare training pants, but there was also his footed sleeper, matching themed after paw patrol, as well as a few onesies that she had made for him custom by someone on the internet, but that wasn’t what she was looking for. She pushed the other items aside and then grinned as she found just the right thing, reaching down to pluck it out then quickly tucked it behind her back. She rose and then had the biggest smile on her face as she looked down at the kit, who was busying himself by picking at his fluffy tail, and much to her happiness, suckling on his pacifier.

“Are you ready for your big surprise? These just arrived this morning, and I couldn’t wait to see you try them on!” The fox could see that she was clearly very excited, even rocking on her feet a little with her hands behind her back. He, on the other hand, didn’t look nearly as thrilled. He splayed out his ears to the sides of his head, trying to peek around her but not able to see much. After a few moments of silence, just looking at the gleam to her eyes, he finally nodded his head.

Like lightning her hands came out and she dangled something in front of her, something that made the poor kit’s cheeks nearly turn dark red. In both of her hands held by the shoulders, were a pair of childish denim shortalls, complete with buttons along the crotch and inside of the leg, as well as a patch sewn into the chest in the shape of a cartoon chibi fox sucking on a pacifier. He was only brought out of his state of shocked embarrassment when she started pulling him up to stand and started unfastening the buckles.

“M-Mommy I can’t wear those out to the movies, everyone will laugh at me!” The kit quickly said, pulling his pacifier out in the process. The female shepherd looked none too pleased at that action, and quickly snatched the thing from the fox’s paw, and popped it back into his muzzle. “Of course you can, you’ll look so adorable, and you’ll blend right in with the other ba- kids! So you don’t need to worry about anything, now stop being fussy and step in before Mommy gets the hairbrush.” She raised her brow at that last part, nearly daring the fox kit to say anything. He didn’t.

With another muffled whimper the fox did as he was told, placing his paws on his Mommy’s shoulders one at a time he used her for balance as his legs lifted and then settled down into the denim fabric. The look on her face softened once more and she kissed the end of his nose, pulling up the shortalls nicely into place and then securing the shoulders by the buckles. Then getting down on her knees she popped each snap of the crotch closed a little slower than he would of liked. Once finished she stood back up and just beamed as she looked him over. “Dawww...Look at Mommy’s big little kit. So cute. And look, it even has a pocket where you can put your binky!”  She touched just below the cartoon fox, with a smile on her face that couldn’t be understated. She then proceed to reach forwards like she was going to hug him, only to lift him up under his arms and plop him down on the edge of the bed.

She looked up at him with that smile and just wagged her tail a little behind her, not able to hide just how happy she clearly was to have her little kit back. She reached under the bed and pulled out his shoes, or at least he thought she did, before tossing them back under. “Nope, those definitely won’t do..Where are..Ah!” She exclaimed, pulling out her paw holding what the fox would hope he would never have to wear again. A pair of childish looking tennis shoes with lights on the bottom, that his Mommy had custom made for him. “These will look absolutely adorable with your new outfit.” She then reached into them and pulled out the socks buried within. Plain white save for the paw patrol logo on either side, something that instructed little kids which went on which foot. “Especially with these.”

She didn’t bother asking before taking hold of one of his paws and easily slid the socks up into place at the middle of his calves, making sure it was smooth before she pulled the strings on the shoe loose and then slid it up onto his foot, chuckling as the small motion actually activated the police colored lights on the bottom. “Mommy will have to tie these for you. Don’t worry, not too much longer and maybe you can learn.” She didn’t seem to be in the mindset of she was dressing anyone older than a toddler. Completely ignoring the fact that he of course knew how to tie his own shoes, but he wouldn’t even try it after her threat of the hairbrush.

After repeating the process wordlessly with his other foot, the female shepherd stood up once more, paws clasped together under her chin with that giant smile spread across her face. She savoured the sight of him for a moment before she placed her paws on the kit’s shoulders and turned him around, pointing him in the direction of the large mirror of his closet door. “My big boy looks absolutely adorable...You’ll be the cutest little kit in the theater….Oh! Oh dear, speaking of which we better get going if we don’t want to be late.”

Taking hold of the kit’s wrist she started half pulling him out towards his open bedroom door and down the stairs, grabbing her large purse from a hook near the front door and her coat, she quickly put on the latter and slung the bag over her shoulder before they both went outside. “Stay there for a second, baby.” She turned around and reached into her bag, fishing out for her keys and leaving the giant kit completely exposed in the early night, thankfully none of his neighbors were around to see him. Once the door was locked she grabbed onto his paw this time to lead him over to the car, where she proceeded to slide open the back door of the van and help him into his seat. Kissing his cheek she buckled him in with a pat to the front of his training pants, sliding the door closed afterwards before going around and climbing into the driver’s seat.

 “I don’t want to hear anymore about the other movie while we’re there, understand sweetie? Mommy brought the hairbrush and isn’t afraid to spank her naughty kit when he needs it.” She warned, looking at him through the rearview mirror before adjusting it, starting up the car a few moments later before backing up out of the driveway. The fox kit gave one last whimper around his pacifier which he realized with a flush of embarrassment was still in place. He was about to pull it out when he was caught, Mommy pushing it back in and once more giving him that ‘behave’ look, before they pulled out the neighborhood and off towards the theater.

Upon arrival to the theater, the little fox was a little relieved to see that the parking lot, while very much not empty, at least wasn’t packed to the brim like it has been the last few times they had been there. His Mommy carefully parked the car and then climbed out, coming around to his door she pulled it open with that usual maternal smile of hers and reached over to unbuckle him before he could move. “Such a well behaved boy for his Momma, keeping his pacifier in and being nice and quiet.” With him now unhooked from the seat she placed her hands under his arms once more and hefted him up, out of the van and slid the door closed. Ruffling his hair a little, she grabbed his paw and started leading him up to the entrance underneath the big marquee sign.

Just inside the lobby, he could see that a bunch of little kids and their parents had already started to gather and chat amongst themselves. His Mommy was right, based on what he could see, he did fit right in with the other kids that were dressed up similar, though he was jealous of the few whom he could see were wearing hoodies and jeans and other normal big boy clothes that he apparently was not allowed for the night. He even spotted one little skunk boy that was wearing a pair of baggy cargo shorts much like the ones that were taken off him earlier. “Wonder if he has to wear training pants…” the little kit mumbled out.

“What was that sweetie?” His mommy asked, stopping them in place and gently using a paw to guide his muzzle up to look at her. “N-Nothing, Mommy.” the kit replied, partially slurring his words due to the silicone teat of the pacifier between his lips. She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his nose, then ruffled his hair with the paw that was holding his chin. Looking away from him, she turned and saw a very familiar looking german shepherdess, and a small pup of the same standing near a lit up poster featuring the very movie that they came to see. Spotting his Mommy the other shepherd, whom he recognized as his Aunty Leah, waved in the same hyper fashion he had come to know her for, signaling them over.

Taking her big kit’s hand in her own once more, Mommy led him over to the pair of canines. The kit, even though his Mommy’s methods were well known to his Aunty, still felt embarrassed every time she saw him like this; and whenever his little cousin was there, it only made the situation worse. She would always make fun of him, or tease him. Bragging about how she was ‘A big girl who didn’t wear diapers like her little cousin’. He had tried telling on her only once, and was met with a pacifier shoved between his lips and a suggestion that he should ‘Stop fussing’. He never bothered again, as much as he disliked the little brat.

“Hello there sister dear,” His Mommy hugged his Aunty, getting lower after that to rub the little puppy's ears. “And hello to you to, Lilah. You’ve gotten even bigger since I last saw you.” The little fox kit hid behind his mommy like a frightened toddler as she did her introductions with the small pup, which sadly didn’t hide him much. Nor did it protect him from his Aunty ruffling his hair numerous times. “Rude of you to not say hello to your Aunty, little one. But I guess I shouldn’t expect manners from a baby.” She grinned, partially teasing, partially playful and loving as she let go. The fox whimpered out from around his pacifier, hating the entire situation that he was put in with everyone around him. “H-hewwo, Aunty…” he lisped out once more, eliciting a small smile from the shepherdess before she pat his head. “That’s more like it. Now, enough pleasantries. I’m sure my sister took so long because she was changing you, like always, but for now we really much get inside before someone decides that assigned seats don’t mean anything.”

Aunty Leah leaned down and picked up Lilah, the girl old enough to walk on her own easily, but the crowds were starting to form as showtime grew ever closer. His Mommy nodded and grabbed his paw once more. “Cmon sweety, try and keep up. You know how your Aunty is.” And indeed he did, the second that the small pup was in her arms, the Shepherdess was rushing into the theater, ducking and weaving through people like it was nothing, all while his little cousin cheered and clapped her hands. “Ever the track star…” Mommy said to nobody in particular, the two of them gently nudging past people, earning him a few stares and glances, even a giggle or two as his rear softly crinkled out when bumped particularly well.

They managed to make it to their seats almost a full two minutes past when he saw his Aunty sit down with his cousin, wondering if he would've followed in her footsteps if he didn’t mess up so badly and lose his scholarship. He sighed and his Mommy turned around, checking to see if he was ok and rubbing his ears when she saw nothing was wrong. Now able to sit down, he winced at the slight crinkling that resulted, then made a mental note to move as little as possible during the movie. His mommy reached into her large purse and pulled out an apple-juicebox and poked the straw through the hole, handing it to her little kit. “Don’t spill it now, Ok sweetie?”

The big kit nodded his head and took the juice, holding it with both paws as he could hear the clamoring of other people taking their seats all around him. One child in particular made their curiosity clear by asking their father ‘Daddy, why’s that baby so big?’ only for the big horse to stifle a chuckle and shoosh their little filly. The todd was very, very happy that only a few more moments passed before the lights started to dim all around the room, the screen beginning to glow green with that ever familiar signaling of a preview to come.

He could not have been more bored and the movie hadn’t even started yet. The kit wriggling about in his chair due to the training pants bunching up and becoming uncomfortable the longer that he was in them. His Mommy reached out a paw and placed it on his thigh, holding him in place as she whispered, maybe not as quiet as he would of liked “Sweetie, do you need to go potty..Or do I already need to change you?” She frowned on the latter, hoping that wasn’t the case, clearly. The todd slowly shook his head. “N-no, Mommy.” That earned another small smile, a kiss to his cheek and a pat to his crinkly front that made him splay his ears before he noticed that the movie was actually starting. The look that came over his cousin’s face nearly made his eyes roll right out of his head, she was about to explode with how excited that she clearly was. Perhaps a little too much. 

About an hour and four more juice boxes into the animated film, the todd already felt like he was going to die of boredom. The lead car had just gotten his quest to win the big race and save the world in the process, and he just found it so...Childish. So, boring that he almost couldn’t stand it. Thankfully, opportunity came knocking. He knew his cousin was a fan of this series, but he didn’t imagine she would ever get so excited, so worked up that would went down happened next.

The next thing he knows, the kit starts hearing whimpering. Being surrounded by children, he just assumed that some random brat was making a scene, but it surprisingly sounded a lot closer than that. Leaning forwards he winced in anticipation of more crinkling, but sighed in relief as none came. He looked across his Mommy’s lap and his Aunty’s, seeing his little cousin fidgeting in her seat and beginning to sniffle and tear up, clearly on the verge of crying.

His Aunty looked to him to see what he was looking at and then turned to follow his gaze, letting out a quick gasp at what she saw. Sitting there in her chair, his cousin sat with her hand now holding an empty theater soda cop, the lid, ice and all now coating her lap, the seat of the chair and the floor. The girl was clearly about to have a major fit if her face said anything. His Mommy finally turned and saw what was going on, and reacted quite similarly to his Aunty.

Quickly grabbing a rag out of her purse, Momma shep got low to the ground and made her way across the seats to his cousin, shushing her the best she could and gently rubbing and stroking her ears to try and calm her down. “Hey, sweetie, it’s ok. It was only a little accident, you didn’t mean it and we’ll get you cleaned up in no time. The little pup simply nodded in kind and sniffled, holding back her tears as his Mommy tried to clean her up.

Seeing an opportunity finally arise, the kit carefully climbed out of his seat onto the floor beflow. Keeping as low as he could, he carefully crawled down the row out into the aisle, thankful for the large spacing between him and the raised footrests of the reclining seats. Once out in the aisle he turned around and looked to see if his Mommy had noticed, but she was still very much busy with his cousin and his Aunty as well. He wagged his tail a little in triumph and stood up, quickly as he could making his way towards the exit.

Pushing past the double doors, he slowly looked up one side of the hall and then the other, seeing nobody around he stepped out. Removing the pacifier from his muzzle finally, he carefully pocketed it into the care of the cartoon fox and started looking around. A few moments later and he had spotted his target: A small sign hanging on the side of the wall, glowing with the letters of his slasher movie. Once more his tail wagged in anticipation, and he quickly ducked out the doors and made his way over towards the sign. Making sure no one saw him, he quickly pulled open a door, then turned his back to the interior and watched the hall the entire way until he was sure it was safe to duck fully into the theater.

The sounds of screaming and the audience gasping and then laughing quickly rang out, the little kit actually wincing and splaying his ears before he shook his head. “What’s wrong with me?” but he shrugged it off, making his way into the room proper now so he could see the screen. A giant smile was spread across his muzzle, having waited for this movie probably just as excitedly if not more so than his cousin and the stupid kids movie. At least he wasn’t going to spill a drink all over himself.

He padded a few more steps into the theater, seeing that it was mostly empty, probably less than a quarter full since most people like to see horror movies late at night, and here it was barely dark outside. He didn’t care though, he just wanted to see it. Or at least, the ending which they were probably nearing since the people on screen were talking about prepping for the final confrontation with ‘that thing’ as they put it. He was already enticed, finding a seat in the very back row he sat down, not even caring about the light crinkling that came next. He was finally seeing the movie that he had wanted to since he heard about it before this whole college thing came about. This was the greatest night of his life, or so he thought at the time.

It didn’t take long for the killer to finally appear on screen. Sickly thin, pale fur in ragged patches. Missing completely in some sections. His nearly sunken, canine face covered in blood and his jaw hung agape. No teeth seemed present, just an empty pit of pure darkness that let loose and echoing shriek that made nearly the entire audience scream. 

But not him, no, he made quite a different sound. A familiar sound, if one happened to be in the kids theater only moments before he came in. Whimpering. Whimpering that was getting louder, and louder as the killer on screen jumped onto a poor, defenseless girl and drove a rusty sickle into her chest over and over. The audience all started wondering where the extra sound was coming from, looking all around until they spotted him up in the back row. Rocking back and forth, tears running down his face with his thumb firmly planted in his muzzle. The poor little todd was a wreck, now actually crying out and making a scene.

The younger guys in the audience started to get annoyed, one cheetah in particular calling out “Will someone get the baby back to his Mommy. I’m missing the movie!” And then the collected voices of the audience started to agree until finally one of the few girls in attendance, a wolfess finally got up from her seat and walked over to the poor, now bawling kit. “Poor baby, I know just who you need.” Without asking she took him by the paw not lodged in his muzzle and started to pull him out of the theater, the audience left all cheering for her as they could finally enjoy their movie in peace.

She didn’t seem to be giving him any choice in the matter, not asking or letting him stop as she pulled him along. Not that he was in any condition to stop her anyways, given that he now could tell that he had literally soaked through his training pants into his shortalls, leaving a massive dark patch over the entire front. Given his sniveling, his attitude and the state of his clothes, if he were any smaller he could of easily passed for a toddler that had just completely ruined his pants. He attempted to open his muzzle and protest, but as if she knew she had already found the pacifier in the fox’s pocket and popped it into his muzzle, and resumed leading him.

The poor kit started to really get nervous when she was took him through the entrance that connected into the rest of the mall, seeing the massive amount of furs walking around, talking, shopping and just hanging around. She didn’t even hesitate to pull him out into the crowd, ignoring the snickering and laughing that came his way, or the phones that were pulled out once some of the crowd had dispersed. 

Sensing the little kit’s nervousness, the wolfess turned around and gave him a gentle rub between the ears, showing the sweetest of smiles, almost reminding him of the way his Mommy looked at him. “Don’t worry, little one, I know just where to take you. We’ll get you all nicely cleaned up and changed,  and then back to your parents. Doesn’t that sound nice?.” The little kit offered only a whimper from around the pacifier, not nodding, or speaking and just letting his silence be the answer, till he saw just where they were heading, and he got much, much more nervous…