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Chapter 27: Babysitter in Trouble

By Monday morning, nobody would have stated that they had a good time. Pops arrived at the jail, and received several sideways looks as he went through the process of bringing Pup home. Muarauder was now experiencing a continuous, inescapable discomfort as he waddled out of the holding cell, his leash being pawed over to Pops by a guard who held the end of it at an arm’s length.

“Hey, let’s get you home now and into the shower. Then I think you should stick around and listen to the explanations I’m going to be hearing.”

Pup nodded solemnly, an immense sense of relief washing over him as at last his nightmare of a weekend had come to a close. The padding between his legs had been put to its absolute limit. Two day’s worth of accidents and yet another moment of needing to mess had left it in a poor state. The suit kept the contents completely confined, but nevertheless it was now noticeably more difficult for him to move about. 

Through the front doors of the police station, into the back of Pop’s car, and straight home. Muaruader barely remembered the one-sided conversation he had with Pops, who was very clearly trying to keep his temper down as he drove. 

He was pissed, there would be consequences, and Muarauder was at the center of it.

Pup could not help but feel a little bad that Pops had to have something that like interrupt his schedule. He was also relieved that he knew that this, for once, was not his fault. He could look forward to a little bit more pampering in the next few coming days, a welcome relief. The canine would cooperate, if only to get to lounge around in his playpen and take some long naps.

Home, into the bathroom, and then through the laborious process of taking him out of the bitch suit. The silence in the bathroom was tangible as the seal was broken, with Pops and Nanny working in tandem with one another to clean him off. He was led to the shower, a welcome change, where wearing only his cage he was given a few minutes of privacy to scrub himself. Pops joined him a few minutes later, stripped down to only his fur coat to assist him.

Muarauder closed his eyes, swaying slightly in the shower as he felt the warm water run over him. Pops shampooed diligently, scrubbing his boyfriend’s fur with a finesse and determination that Pup found particularly fitting. He let out a sigh of contentment, bumping his head against Pop’s shoulder and using him for support.

His boyfriend paid this no mind, continuing to clean and rinse until he was satisfied. Nanny had been busy herself, preparing Muarauder’s clothes and medication in the bedroom next door. 

“That should do, let’s go do something about that rash.”

Pops prompted, sliding back to the glass panel of the shower before stepping out nimbly, turning to help guide Muarauder out as well. Complying, Muarauder took part in toweling himself off, wanting to be finished with the sanitation and into a bed as soon as possible.

Into the bedroom, Nanny performed the task of placing Muarauder back into a diaper. After a generous application of ointment and puppy powder was deposited onto Muarauder’s cage, the familiar envelopment of a fresh diaper eased his nerves. The warmth of his shower still resonating in his fur, he felt his padding grow warm and comfortable as his limbs were guided through a sleeper. 

“Okay, bedrest. I’ll be up with a bottle of milk with a little something stronger in it.”

Muarauder nodded to Pops slowly, his eyelids half-closed as he acknowledged the statement. A minute later, he was laying down in his crib as Pops entered the room with a bottle.

 “Okay, we are in recuperation mode right now so if you want something, just babble out into the baby monitor. I’ll be up. Also…”

Pops reached forward as Nanny exited the nursery, the spotted canine turned a knob on the baby monitor. He winked at Muarauder, standing up to his full height as he left with a final remark.

“In case you want some entertainment.”

With that, Muaruader smuggled himself further into his blanket, reaching around a stuffed teddy bear and bringing it closer to his chest. He blinked slowly, savoring the moment of comfort as a comfortable silence fell over the nursery. A few minutes of dozing later, Muaruader heard the commotion happening over the baby monitor. 

Darla had arrived.

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As Muarauder listened, he heard Pop’s voice cut through the slight static in the baby monitor. He addressed Darla before she got a chance to defend herself.

“You’re not getting paid. And you’re going to pay the fine the cops stuck us with.”

Pops continued, his voice low and measured as he calmly spoke out the speakers

of the baby monitor. Darla’s voice rose up in protest, but he continued speaking over her.

“That, and obviously you’re fired, you won’t be babysitting here again nor will your little girlfriends.”

Nanny piped up, her voice rising in indignation as she added her own disapproval on top like the icing on the cake.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you? I give you a toy to play with for the weekend and you leave it out in the streets to be somebody else’s problem? You couldn’t have just locked him up in his playpen and gone out, no, you had be that kind of bitch.”

Darla hissed back at her, her voice seething with fury as Muaruader could imagine that she spoke while flashing her fangs. There was a temper in the cat, that much he had gleaned.

“Listen here washerwoman I just had some fun, not my problem the little piss baby couldn’t wiggle out of a bitch suit. I guess that’s just where his ass belongs. Whatever, I don’t want your money.”

Darla stormed off, the front door slamming behind her. Pops mumbled something to himself before Nanny spoke up.

“This is my fault, I hired her, I didn’t figure it would turn out like this.”

“Don’t worry about it, it happens.”

Pops replied shortly and a little too quickly, to which Nanny did not reply, most likely deciding that further conversation on the subject matter would only further irk Pops. Muarauder could not help but smile inside of his nest of blankets in amusement. His play was fun and all, getting made to do things while pushing his buttons, but Darla had gone too far.  

Maybe the night in the jail would end up being worth it after all if it meant that now he was due for a real pampering. 

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The next day, Muarauder was still relishing in his ability to lounge about and recuperate while being fed a steady stream of snacks. It was during his morning diaper change that Nanny spoke up, her voice sounding uncharacteristically cheerful as she wiped his bottom.

“Pops and I have been looking around to see if we can’t get you a playmate of some kind. I think we found a promising little guy to join you, so you better start practicing your good girl behavior again.”

She admonished jokingly, smacking him twice on his exposed rear with the flat of her hoof. Though teasing, Muarauder got the message, there was now a degree of competition going on if Pops was going to mingle with another big such as himself. Muarauder rolled his eyes to himself as Nanny continued tidying him up, already beginning to wonder what exactly he would be getting out of having a ‘play-mate’.

His thoughts were partially distracted by the rash that was still plaguing him after his episode in the police station. Needing to receive a fresh application of Aloe Vera every four hours, his rear was receiving a larger amount of attention than it normally did. Not that he could complain, even if Nanny was using it as an excuse to get a few jabs in. 

The next time he could really get into trouble was whenever this ‘playmate’ arrived. The thought wandered to the back of his mind before he ultimately forgot about it as his day progressed, leading up to the very Saturday when Muarauder noted that everything appeared a little bit more clean and tidy than usual.