Aeonis: Misery or Miracle?

Some notes on this one -

1 - Aeonis is my character, and only mine. DON'T USE HIM!
2 - This is babyfur fiction...yep. Not only that, but my first time at it. Though I've done a lot of writing before, it's been more in advanced script format. Oh well...
3 - This story DOES contain violence, gore, and explicit language.
4 - I got some inspiration from other babyfur stories I read...expect similarities, but more differences. Don't call this a rip-off on someone else's story, because if it seems like that at first, it'll be vastly different later.
5 - Criticism is welcomed. Just as in art, writing must be improved, and I'm constantly looking to improve my techniques. Don't criticize me unless you think you're actually helping me (because if you aren't...the Chaos of Blood is about to go on a killing spree Twisted Evil

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6 - Don't flame me for this. And please know the difference between criticism and flaming.
7 - I don't expect any of you to know this already, but...this is actually the result of a branching side-story to my fan fic that I'm working on (though I jumped ahead a bit...okay, a lot). It's a merger of a missing link in the story, as well as my babyfur side. However, it doesn't require familiarity of the source material (it makes references, but needs no previous knowledge). Also, this is like an extended scene for what actually happens in the full story (and I'm not even close to this part yet XD). Explaining anything before this would take too much time, and...stuff.
8 - I did this for the sole purpose of doing it (and because I needed to clear my mind).
9 - If you don't understand something yet, it'll probably be explained soon.
10 - Please excuse the use of a fox kit...I know it's cliched already, but for my visions of the story, it has to be like this.
11 - Not violent enough yet? Don't get used to it: you'll be seeing more blood soon.
12 - See any grammatical/spelling errors? Don't hesitate to tell me Very Happy

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13 - Any questions/problems/concerns are fine...but follow the above notes.

Time to begin Cool

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Chapter 1

I simply stood there, blank and expressionless, as my blackish-red blood poured from the gaping hole in my stomach, the robe around it burnt away. Because of my powers of form, I first thought that this wound was nothing, that it could be reformed and regenerated in the blink of an eye. Then, a strange and truly horrifying feeling struck me: pain. I had never truly felt pain before (because of how my body was set up and created by my father). But now of all times, a god greater than myself towered over me and took joy in the look on my face, as the pain he induced with his tremendous power took effect.

“What’s wrong, Aeonis?” it asked, prodding my new sense of touch with barbed words of sarcasm.

“…Oh…God…” I simply stood there, and finally came back to my senses after a few more seconds of waiting, then looking down at the circular wound. His blast he fired, a bit before I started explaining my predicament, tore through me, using its immense mana to melt away my pitch-black main body, which began to pool on the floor.

And then I screamed…

It was a scream of true pain, like that of which my brethren would have possibly experienced in a thousand years straight. It was loud enough to shake the dimension I was in, the very chamber around me that held myself, the massive creature, and the accursed angel that controlled it. It was such a piercing scream of unimaginable horror that it could, literally, be heard across the dimensional planes and in my homeland, as well as the rest of the multiverse. Everyone, truly everyone, could hear me, and I felt my voice die out after a minute of straight screaming.

“No organs, no nerves, no physical brain, and no heart…yet you still felt that?” inquired the angel, tauntingly. “So much for the almighty ‘Chaos of Blood’. I suppose the power of a god beast will do that…” He turned to face his creature. “Raem, if you would please?”

“With pleasure…” The beast known as Raem levitated above the black marble ground and charged itself for another blast, after first grabbing me with a translucent and shadowy claw. I turned my arm into a razor, tried constricting it with a group of bloody tendrils (which I formed magically from my arm), and even summoned my Masamaka (one of my special oricalcum katanas) from its pocket dimension I stored it in and took a special slash that rippled fissures of energy across the claw. Nothing.

“Goodbye, Chaos of Blood,” Raem spoke through his non-existent mouth, his voice deep and triumphant. I struggled as best as I could to get free, changing my appearance to different creatures, sending spikes of blood at him from my own body, and much more. The bright orange orb in front of its chest grew in size, the angel laughed, and I had only one option of escape. I told my body to cut off a portion of my leg, big enough for it to possibly regenerate later, and transferred my main personality into it. “Right on time,” I thought.

“Memory Armageddon!!!” it yelled, and the orb became a straight laser that branched out as it traveled. It disintegrated my previous body and parted the matter around its path as it proceeded on its course. Through the hole in the wall could be seen the full extent of its destruction: the necropolis broke apart in the dome-shaped explosion that quickly grew in size. The angel laughed.

“I have killed him as you requested, Master Elion.”

The angel laughed, his red and spiked wings now appearing on his back and ethereally flapping around. He came down from the steps and onto the lower ground, inspecting the work that his servant had done. “Excellent work, Raem. One Chaos down, five to go, plus the six Annihilators. He really was nothing compared to you. Not even the great gods would be able to stand in your wa…” He stopped suddenly, now noticing the remaining black mass that quickly writhed and wriggled about in an effort to reach the door on the west side of the hall. It was about as big as an adult human’s palm, and it made great progress as it went along.

Elion looked rather pissed about my survival. Unfortunately, I was too damaged to create my body again and give him a wave “goodbye”. He walked forward and held out his hand, causing a soul to form in his palm. It lit up and fired a quick blast that just barely missed me, but caused a small explosive fissure along the ground. He did this a few more times until the door magically slid open and let me through.

“F**k.”

The hallway was like that of a lab’s. It had white walls and tiled flooring, with various sliding doors and glass panes. I got to the end and found a gigantic room with several floors, as well as hundreds of angels wearing white robes and coats, each working on something and scrambling to get said work done. I slithered around and tried to avoid them, when I realized their panic: Elion probably told them about my escape. Needless to say, I could do nothing, so I crawled up the wall, through a few cracks in the wall, and out to wherever I was.

There was more resistance in here, as I was spotted instantly. One angel had touched its ear and said something. I heard him say “Elion”, so I figured it wasn’t a good thing. I was attacked by several means, such as being assaulted by a series of alchemical spikes, or even by spells as the result of rune combinations. There were explosions everywhere (this was a big room…bigger than the last, at least), and it all fell apart as they tried to get me. I guess it’s true what they say: Hell has a lot of security.

Joking aside, I had to break off even more parts of my body as I made my way across the floor and in-between them. I killed a few, even being a small lump of black substance, by making myself into a procession of small needles and running through them. The blood tasted great, though fallen angel blood is a bit salty…blech. I was still hit multiple times, unable to take a different form for the moment, and I reached the end of the door with considerably less of myself than I started with.

More fighting here, more loss of my body here as well. Nothing interesting, so I’ll skip this part. I made my way through another door.

I don’t expect anyone to realize how much reminiscing I did as I went through the next hallway and noticed the blood splatter. I’d come here once before, on orders from the great gods, to retrieve brother Krypto and escape. Unfortunately, I’d failed somewhat, and he was injured, which sparked something within him and…well, let’s just say that I felt true fear for the first time as I witnessed his actions. It’s amazing what happens when a god loses control. Next room.

“Jackpot,” I thought. An arched gateway containing a dimensional rift stood right in the middle of this new room. Eight angelic scientists (these ones with actual angel wings, not ones made of mana) were desperately trying to close the rift, which I saw was unstable (in this case, it would safely let me cross into Universae, the main part of the multiverse, but I couldn’t target exactly where I’d end up…which needed to be some place safe for my body to heal). Any planet not already invaded by Elion would do. I just needed to get the hell out of here!

“Please be Earth…” I thought. If anything, I’d be safe there until Flare arrived (ugh…sorry, it always feels so unnecessarily formal to call him that, since I always have preferred “Krypto” better…). I quickly sprang up into the air and through the portal, the scientists realizing too late that I was now gone.

And I waited in absolute darkness as the rift mercifully took me away…
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I woke up, presumably after being out for a while, to find that my body took on a form without my consent. At first, I just looked around, but noticed that several of my features had changed. That was fine, though I preferred my usual human form, even if it would’ve been a child with the amount of substance I had to work with. Unfortunately, it wasn’t…I was a fox, a kit no less. I tried to get up to inspect my shape and surroundings, but found myself weak-legged. On all fours, I walked a few centimeters before tripping on my own legs and falling down, where I felt the hit on the ground and cried a bit as it hurt (this is the weakest my body’s ever been if I’m still feeling pain…I would pray to the gods to get better…if I wasn’t already one).

“Owwww…” I mumbled unenthusiastically after a few seconds of sharp pain in my stomach. My voice had adjusted to become more high-pitched. Before proceeding, I decided that I’d rather inspect my body, to see what exactly had changed other than my voice. It was how I’d usually seen a fox kit: orange fur, white belly fur, black-tipped and triangular ears, black-tipped bushy tail, muzzle, and everything else humans, angels, and gods didn’t have (with the exception of the Annihilator of Fire). I was small…which is why I considered it a transformation into a baby fox (I’d give you measurements, but the great gods never taught me the human metric system).

I got back up, and finally took note of my surroundings: it was a strange forest, and it was raining. Dull and gloomy, no? From what else I could see, there were several kinds of trees, rocks, mosses, and other things surrounding me. I felt fairly miniscule compared to all of this…considering that the form I took was small, anyways. The rain wasn’t the only thing I had to worry about: I’ve always been nervous around thunder and lightning, and the heavy rain that accompanied it wasn’t helping.

Second try. I managed to stand on all paws, taking note of their padding (I didn’t usually go into animal forms, so I often missed this little detail), and began to walk. I shivered as I lightly shook the water that was pouring down out of my fur. It felt strange…to have fur, that is. I always change between forms, never really taking in the finer details of what I do. This time was different, as I seemed to notice these things instantly.

Also, another thing confused me: my body seemed to pick this form randomly, or for whatever reason that I didn’t know about. It’d done a thorough job and made it look authentic, whereas I usually just rushed the form and never bothered with the details. Perhaps it was too authentic…I’d gotten a strange feeling in my belly, which I assumed was probably hunger. I was even breathing involuntarily, which is another odd thing, since I didn’t usually breathe before (unless I wanted to make it look like I was breathing…then I’d consciously do it).

“What else can go wrong with today…?” I moaned. Earlier, Elion made a comment about me having “no organs, no nerves, no physical brain, and no heart.” This was true for me. Unless I chose to, I had none of these, nor did I need them (that’s the upside to being a Chaos god: both human and god at the same time). When I actually do make them, they work as intended, which is why I avoid these kinds of transformations, unless it’s for show. Often having any of the bioformic organs is a downside (except a heart…that allows me to move at twice my normal speed for reasons I won’t explain).

You might ask how I function without a brain (since I stated I didn’t have one). Humans, gods, angels, and animals have minds that don’t exactly work on their own. The soul controls everything, while the brain is just a physical manifestation of the soul (though sometimes the soul can think, but the brain might misinterpret the signal and do something differently…as you’ll see soon). As long as I have my soul, I’m alive…in my own way, which is what counts.

But more importantly, I was getting hungry in my fox form. Not only that, but I also took more notes on my body. After a minute of inner sight, I was a little shocked at what I found: both my outsides and my insides were that of a fox’s! All organs they needed to survive, as well as the intestinal tracts and other things, were inside of me (how thorough and troublesome…). While I told myself to keep going, my brain was apparently regressing a bit (like I said…the soul gives commands, but the brain can’t always follow through). Fear came in, and I started to shake, in the rain no less.

“Move!” I thought. Nothing happened. I just stood there, trying to persevere, but it was no use. On one hand, I had my normal thoughts and maturity that my soul projected. On the other hand, my stupid body created a brain that fit the body and I was too scared to move. It was probably right, though: I felt uneasy, especially after an hour of dodging Raem’s attacks until eventually getting cocky and getting hit. Finally, my mind and spirit worked in tandem and I was finally back in control. Of course, my body was still uncontrollable…I wanted to appease the hunger, so I tried shifting forms. The hair on my back and tail bristled up, but nothing happened. That’s not good…

“S**t!” I tried again, and cursed again. Still nothing. I kept going at it, and still nothing. This went on five more times until I gave up. “Traitor,” I whispered, knowing that I couldn’t do anything about my fox body’s non-correspondence. I plopped down and rolled over on my back, letting the numbing cold of the rain sink in. All five of my senses (taste, smell, and touch being new to me) were assaulted with various implements. I could taste the rain, smell the many different trees, and feel every part of my body ache. Such an inconvenience.

I grasped my muzzle with my paws, which were strangely like my brother’s, Krypto’s, in their opposability and even their thumbs, while still looking greatly like paws. I was shocked at this, actually. Looks like it wasn’t such a thorough morph after all…but this didn’t help much. What was I gonna use these things for? Not much at the moment…I was just a semi-anthropomorphic fox kit in the middle of the forest, with no means of defending himself should anything attack (if I could somehow summon my Masamaka or Kijiu, maybe I could…no). For the first time in my life, I was absolutely helpless, save my intellect still keeping in tact.

But something about this place seemed so…serene. It was quiet for the most part, and I actually felt right at home here (thoughts like these are probably due to being a fox). Universae was always too crowded wherever I went, and Heaven was too formal for my tastes. My life as one of the Chaos always got me in trouble. Maybe I should come here to relax in the future…if I’m still living, that is. But I digress.

So here I was, lying on my back in the mud as it rained. In less than two hours, I went from fighting Raem, to nearly dying by Raem, to escaping, to waking up on an unknown planet, stuck in the form of a baby fox, with absolutely no control over my body and no way to change back to my human/god form. I was also tired, and with my sudden weakness, I might actually die if I didn’t get out of the rain. In just about every way, I was adjusting to this cursed body (I always hated my real form’s randomness). Think of it this way: I was pretty much screwed, with my body suffering and nothing I could do.

I tried getting up again, and I actually managed to walk for a quarter of a mile, before I was too weak to move again. With my last ounces of strength, I crawled along the muddy ground and underneath a tree, where I shook off and curled up into a ball. There I slept, and I felt like darkness consumed me…

I don’t know what happened while I was out…but when I woke up again, wherever I was, it was warm. My fur was completely dried, my paws cleaned of the mud on them, and my mind and body rested. The room was like a small hovel of dirt, clay, and pine. The floors were wooden, and it sort of looked like I was inside a tree…come to think of it, I was! My sense of smell might not’ve been so useless after all! I was lying in front of a fireplace on the far side of a room, which connected to a smaller room that had a door to the outside (the front door, I assumed).

Let’s see…what else? Windows…drapes…couches…chairs…electric lights (out in the wilderness?)…a TV (again…)…lamps…and other things. Highly unusual for a forest home. As the Chaos of Blood, I wouldn’t be impressed. As a fox, however, this piqued my interest (my mind…was probably smaller than it should’ve been, but my soul took in every detail). Somehow this didn’t surprise me as much after the first few seconds. If anything, the TV would probably have channels unique to this region of the universe (assuming I was in a different galaxy than the Milky Way, which I was if this planet was the one I was thinking of…). Not too amazing, since I know little of Universae’s customs…

Rolling over off of my back and onto my paws, I noticed I was lying on a pillow at the time (such a strange softness, too…). My fox ears perked up and heard the front door open, as well as the rain beyond the door pouring down from the sky (perhaps Epona was nearby…or not). From what I could see, it was close to nighttime…but I didn’t need to be worried about that. Someone, dressed in a black raincoat and walking on all four paws, came in through the door, their head covered by a hood, their back with a white plastic bag on it. They saw me sitting up in amazement (my fox mind was processing this, for whatever reason).

“…H-h-hello…?” I squeaked.
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Chapter 2

They started to remove their hood, and I wasn’t surprised at what I saw: it was a female fox, a vixen, probably in her late twenties (I always hate talking like this…to be blunt, I refer to her age in animal years, because, as far as I knew about most animals, a lot of them didn’t live to that age in human years [except brother]). She took the bag off of her back, placing it gently on the floor, and removed the rest of her coat. I noticed that she had the same paw structure as I did (…coincidence?). Her smile was very…motherly.

“I’m glad to see you’re up,” she said, her smile shown across her face (believe it or not, I’m not used to such directness…).

“Uhhhh…thanks, I guess.” I could tell I was starting to blush a bit, for reasons I couldn’t understand. “So…where am I?”

She gave a slight giggle at this, and responded, “I knew you’d probably ask about that.”

Instead of responding to this, I let my eyes wander a bit as I looked at her. I hit the age right on the mark, that was for sure. She was three times bigger than me (I could tip that in my favor if…you know…), had similar color markings as me, and…well, what else was there to say? She was beckoning me over with a wave of her paw. Since I knew it would be important to establish location, I wasted no time in running over to look out the window.

Now THIS was strange. It was raining, and the vision through the window pane was blurred, but…I could make out several lights along the trees and various openings into them, with signs above the doors that read various things, most of them signaling shops, few being hotels (well, mini-hotels I guess you could say…) and bars, and others being a mix of various things. Other trees were simply houses. Among the outside were hundreds of different kinds of animals, each walking along sidewalk-like paths on all four legs. Strange how animals like these could make this kind of stuff…then again, if they were anything like brother Krypto, I wasn’t surprised.

I didn’t wanna say anything, but…something must’ve come over me. ”Amazing…” my mouth suddenly blurted. Looks like my fox brain was trying to take it all in. My mind then caught eye of a few signs with one similar word on them: Pineridge. I instantly came to the conclusion that that was probably the name of the place I was in. I kept staring until the woman’s voice drew me away.

“So then…where are you from, little one?”

Crap…couldn’t quite respond to that properly. I opened my mouth several times, in an attempt to speak, but closed it immediately afterwards. I wanted to give a proper answer, so as not to draw suspicion, but I couldn’t…her head tilted, waiting for a response. I paused too long, so I was inclined to simply blurt out the first thing that came to mind, when the first lucky break happened in my new body: my stomach growled and she could hear it. I etched a small and embarrassed smile across my face for her, which was met with a smile of her own.

“I guess you must be hungry.”

“…Yeah.” I scratched the back of my head, putting on a slight show for her.

So as to not bore you with the details, I was left waiting on the couch, curled into a ball, looking around, and waiting for something to eat. While I usually lived off of eating my own mana and drinking blood (I’m not called the Chaos of Blood for nothing…), there was something about other foods that I always wanted to try, often giving myself taste buds to enjoy them. Of course, I had no choice but to possess taste buds now, but that wasn’t such a bad thing (neither was the stomach, I guess…you get used to it).

After a few minutes, she came into the living room (what I suspected was the living room, anyways) from one of the halls, carrying a baby bottle full of some kind of substance (I would have no clue, actually…perhaps I’ll explain later) in one paw while walking to me with the other three. The white liquid seemed to attract me somehow, but I tossed that thought aside. She stopped in front of me and placed the bottle nearby me. I gazed at it with a quizzical look (at first, I didn’t know what to do with it). She seemed to notice this as she hopped up onto the couch herself, sitting up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I just kept looking at it, since I hadn’t seen one before, except for once, though I never knew how it was used. Again, she smiled (people like this just aren’t my types…), and this time, she moved over to me and picked me up by my neck with one paw, holding me against her chest. With the other front paw, she took the bottle and put it to my lips. My soul was deeply and utterly confused. My mind, however, reacted naturally to it, and I began to involuntarily nurse on it.

I now recognized the substance: milk. It slid down my throat cleanly and the female fox held me closer and tighter. I suppose you could say it was a mother’s embrace, but…it was such an alien feeling to me that I couldn’t explain it. My entire body was warm and happy, however (even though I was trying to push away the entire time). Soon, the bottle was empty, and I felt sleepy, but I kept awake as best as I could (you’d be surprised at the feeling I had from this…the warmth of the room wasn’t helping to keep my eyes open). I’d just now noticed the abruptness of everything that’d happened so far, and the silence of the room.

She laid me down on the couch once more. It was red velvet, I believe (no mistaking what my body senses). And she broke the silence finally (thankfully, too, because I was starting to doze off): “Now that that’s over with, maybe you can tell me about yourself?” Ugh…finally, a chance to talk for minutes on end (it’s been forever since I’ve heard animal language…which I’m translating to English, all for you). “So what’s your name, anyway?”

I sat up to meet her eye-to-eye. “Aeonis.”

“Ay…oh…nis?” she resounded. Most people mispronounce my name unless they hear it correctly. I nodded, yawning a bit. No…I had to stay awake for now (no matter how tired I was, and I was really tired). “That’s a strange name.” She laughed slightly.

“Well it’s not strange to me,” I pouted, bringing my arms…erm, front legs up to cross each other.

“I’m sorry, I meant no disrespect. I’ve just never heard of any kind of animal with that name.” I understood this well: no one else in the entire multiverse had my name.

“Well what’s your name?” I asked.

“It’s Belle.” Belle, huh? To be perfectly honest, I’ve never heard of anyone with that name, either. My expression of thought at her name made her smile…again. The sound of “Belle” made me think of a mother…she definitely fit the bill.

“Since I didn’t quite catch it earlier, where are you from?” F**king hell…she just wouldn’t let that one go. No, I’d rather play it safe on this one rather than guess.

“I don’t know if you’d believe me, but…I’m not from this planet.” Her expression: priceless. I actually enjoyed causing her confusion on this one.

“But, then…where are your parents?” Ouch. Would you be willing to tell someone, even though it’d be the truth, that your father is one of the great gods?

“I don’t have any parents. I never knew them.” An air of truth to this statement, actually. Not a good time to talk about it, though.

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that. Some of the townspeople found you outside of the city and brought you to the hospital, where they tried nursing you back to health. They said that you were out for two days straight and…”

“TWO DAYS!!!?” I interrupted. She withdrew slightly. This was…definitely the longest time I’ve ever been out cold (save the four thousand year period, that is…).

“Y-yeah…they put you up for adoption when no one came to find you, so…I adopted you and took you to my home.” Sincerity flowed through her voice, like only a mother could produce. I felt strange now. But damn…two days? Elion’s probably launched his plans by now…even worse was the fact that I was powerless to actually do anything while I was stuck like this. I felt like I should’ve asked the next question, no matter how painfully obvious it was…

“So does that mean you’re my mama now?” I asked. Erm…something about saying this was weird (especially since that wasn’t the question I was really trying to ask…). Strange, but I went with it, expecting an obvious answer in return. Instead, she smiled and nodded. This set my spiritual mind to work…

I was filled with worry right now. I’m sure I would recover eventually, but Raem did a lot of damage to my body (aside from the blasts that you witnessed, I felt about a hundred other minor attacks in the span of an hour), so there was no telling how long the recovery process would take. Obviously, those two days did nothing, since I felt no different from when I started out.

While it didn’t trouble me that I had someone to make sure my body stayed safe (gods aren’t always invincible), it more presented the dilemma of how I would cope with the changes. Staying in a body, forced to live in a strange society of animals no less, could have effects on my soul’s perception of the world (long story short: forcing change equals bad). On the plus side for Belle, if she did a good job, I might repay the favor some day (I honor these kinds of services).

Belle noticed my blankness and lightly touched me, causing me to jump a bit. “Sorry…I was lost in thought,” I said.

“What were you thinking of?”

I sighed. “Important things…”

She had a concerned look about her, and I tried my best not to make eye contact right now. So I decided to bait the hook a bit more instead. “I know I seem strange to you. In fact, I’d like to tell you everything concerning me. But I really shouldn’t be here…” I think she reacted to this with more concern, but I couldn’t tell…it was probably because she walked over and hugged me on the couch. I think I was blushing…
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Before I could get in another word, her mood seemed to change from concern to wonder. She asked some other simple, yet horridly complex, questions after releasing me from her arms: “Come to think of it, why were you out in the woods in the first place? And if you’re from another planet, how did you get to this one?” Damn it…she wouldn’t let up.

“I was running from someone…he made me hurt.” The childish tone my voice was taking threw me off somewhat. I didn’t feel like answering the other question…it would’ve taken an hour to actually come up with a believable lie.

“Hurt? How?”

I paused for a few seconds and remembered it: the pain. I think I spent the next minute shuddering and beginning to sob (the fear of pain, since that was the first time I felt pain). I held myself tightly and tears flowed from my face (not on purpose or within any essence of my control, mind you). “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I murmured through my crying. I perked my ears to hear her reaching for something and grabbing it: a handkerchief. She rubbed my eyes and soothed my crying with a lullaby in C major. The Chaos of Blood, me, crying? Absurdity! But, like I said…mind and spirit don’t always cooperate. The waterworks subsided.

I heard a strange statement from her, probably to take my mind off of the memories Raem had caused me (an ironic phrase): “I think we should give you a bath. It might help.” She picked me up with her teeth at the scruff of my neck and carried me down a hallway, turning into another room with a bathtub and flipping the lights on. Again…I knew what it was called, but I didn’t know the practical use of it (my normal body can change smell, among other things, so if she was trying to bathe me, I’m not sure if it was necessary).

She filled it up with water and poured in some kind of liquid that made the water soapy and bubbly. She gently place me in, and I was confused, to say the least. It was a warm feeling I’ve never felt before. Was I really missing these kinds of things all this time? Nevertheless, she seemed intent on talking (perfectly fine, since I had more questions for her, and vice versa).

“How old are you, Aeonis?” she asked as she took one of my paws and scrubbed it with a cloth.

“I don’t know,” I responded. I couldn’t tell my age, surprisingly.

“You must really be lost then. No parents, no idea where you are, no clue who you are except for your name…” Oh, I knew who I was. If I told her, though, she either wouldn’t believe me or she’d run off in fear. “Though I am a tad interested. You seem to have a much better vocabulary than most infants and toddlers.” This made me smile, but that left my face as soon as she splashed me with water.

I decided against retaliating (best make acquaintances right now) and went back to my “interrogation”. This time, I chose a question, which I knew she’d have to explain to me more than any other question: “Why did you adopt me?” As expected, she paused for a moment. Yeah, now she was the one forced to think! I took some pride in this.

“Well…” I could tell she was stuck. “I’ve never had a child of my own, because…” I’m much more polite than you think, so I’d rather not ask her what she was about to say (I think I knew already). “Mmmm…I’m sorry, it’s just that I have reasons why I can’t bear a child. I’ve been looking to adopt for some time now, but…you’re the first orphan kit on this planet in a long time.” Why was that, I wondered? “And I’ll make sure to treat you like my own.”

Now, I’m sure she would’ve been even more motherly if I had expressed more of an infantile nature. As usual, though, my mental maturity slips up my opportune moments here. If I was really stuck on this planet, at least I had someone to take good care of me. But in order to do that, maybe I needed to…hmmmm…I tried something a bit different and out-of-character now: I pawed at her nose playfully while she was distracted. And just as I expected, she laughed and her smile returned once again (the downside of it all: she started tickling me, and it was yet another amazing and strange feeling).

“Come on, dear. Out you go,” she said as she lifted me from the water and started to dry me off with a towel (where do they get all this stuff?). She dried me till my fur was fluffed and soft, and made sure to get everywhere. I don’t know what it was about it, but it seemed so…soothing. She patted my head fur and caressed it. I was beginning to enjoy all of this, but I didn’t have any words to say, and for a few reasons.

I should start by saying that the talking so far only seems dull because of the questions she asked me (some I couldn’t answer to how she wanted) and my general unfamiliarity in this fox kit form. While she expected me to act like I child, I was probably letting my years of knowledge get the better of me. From here on out, I decided to let my fox mind do the work for me (call it an experiment, because I was a little estranged here, and I often wondered what would happen if I were on semi-auto-pilot).

“Now that you’re clean, perhaps I should show you around my home.” I felt like I was waiting for this for a while. I was puzzled and perplexed by the mysteries of the house, since this was the first time I’d get to see an anthropomorphic fox’s home (as well as the inside of a tree). I responded by jumping up and down and giving a small yip, which made Belle smile.

If you were paying any attention whatsoever, you probably saw that I said I’m going on “semi-auto-pilot”. Basically, I’m letting my fox mind do things, but keeping a close eye on it with my own spiritual mind. This could be compared to a parent watching their small child for signs of any trouble (an analogy that sort of comes true here). At this time, it’s not needed, but I gazed in wonderment as my new mother led me through the house, all the while being tickled by her own tail against my muzzle. I ignored this as best I could.

Apart from the living room, I saw the kitchen (it looked very similar to those on Earth), my mom’s bedroom, the bathroom (I shouldn’t have mentioned this, and for good reason, as you’ll soon witness), all of the second floor (it’s a tree…what else would she do with the space?), and various other places essential to a household. Strangely, no room for me…I went over some possibilities for this, all unlikely, but then I thought about the empty room that I saw on the second floor. If she had recently adopted me, she probably wasn’t expecting something like this at first.

Nevertheless, she got me acquainted with these rooms, though I doubted I would need to know where they were (considering that the bedrooms were right upstairs, the kitchen was connected by a hall to the living room, and the bathroom was in an obvious location, I could just wander to find something). Besides that fact, she’d be leading me everywhere for a while, since I was her new baby. At the end of the little tour, we ended up in the living room, when…

“So how do you like your new home?”

“It’s comfy…”

“I’m glad. But there’s one thing I should mention…” Somehow, that didn’t sound too good. She went to the front door to fetch the plastic bag, pushing it over next to the couch. She reached in and I could hear the sound of a package being opened. I shuddered to think of what she was pulling out, my ears sinking low once again, and I saw it: a white disposable diaper. Just like that, my mind calmed.

“I know it might be hard on you to ask this, but…I got these thinking you weren’t potty trained, since it’s unnatural for kits to be trained.” I just remained silent. “Even if you are, I’d like you to wear them as a precaution.” She moved forward with the diaper in one paw.

Believe it or not, I didn’t fuss over it…at all. I’d realized that my body’s unnatural and horrifyingly accurate transformation, if it was truly complete, had likely given me working genitals. In previous transformations, I’d only given myself them for appearance and effect, not for practical use. And since I’d never actually used them before, I was likely incontinent, and therefore needed the diapers (regardless of my age, which I now suspected was about two or three animal years).

I think she was hesitant to put me into them, because she backed off as she got closer (she was probably expecting me to run or something, seeing as that’s the natural tendency when you’re forced to do something new). Most kits would cringe at the thought of wearing diapers. I only saw them as something I needed if I were to be socially accepted. Since she took too long to come to me, I decided to walk towards her and roll over for the change (while my fox mind wanted me to leave, my soul pushed forward for my own benefit). She smiled, but had second thoughts about the changing location.

She grabbed me by my neck in her teeth and moved me in front of the two couches in the living room (which were actually both on a large carpet that probably took up three quarters of the room, from what I could tell). Before putting me back down, she placed the diaper on the carpet, laying it out perfectly, and released me onto my back and with my bottom in the right position. She went back around the couch to fetch the bag again, pulling out a container of baby powder and a tube of diaper cream (the full package deal, I suppose).

First, she used the cream to cover my lower areas, making sure she did a good job of it. Next, she sprinkled in the baby powder around both my chest and the soon-to-be-diapered area. It felt pleasant, actually. To finish the job, she parted my hind legs and brought the diaper up, where she taped it, and brought my tail through the back hole (animal diapers…weird). It went somewhat faster than I thought, but it felt nice when she was finally finished. I began to nod off, exhausted (I’m not sure why, really). I managed to stay awake for a bit more and watch her carry me over on her back to the pillow in front of the fireplace.

“I don’t quite have the nursery set up yet, so I hope you don’t mind this for now,” she whispered. I’m sure that would mean an actual bed (or crib, as it’ll probably turn out), a proper changing table, and more than enough supplies to cover my temporary stay. As she turned to leave me, curled up in a ball and receiving warmth, I decided to push the relationship forward a bit.

“Goodnight, mama.”

She stopped and turned off the lights. “Goodnight, Aeonis.”

What a strange day…probably not as strange compared to other days, but this was among them. So many things I wondered, like how they got electricity out here, or how they have diapers, or why I was sent here. Fortune? Perhaps. I found my stay so far to be intriguing, though I might have to adjust to my infantismal state more. Since I’m getting more comfortable being around Belle, I can expect an open conversation with her tomorrow (without a breakdown I hope).

In all actuality, I, literally, never had a childhood. How is that possible? I started out as one of the first humans created (who were all adults, by the way). And of course, I was lucky enough to be a vessel for one of the six Chaos. In this way, I lived forever, never getting to enjoy a proper reincarnation (save the ones during those four thousand years, but I won’t bore you with details). Even those were fake, however. With my true essence, I think I’m actually starting to enjoy being a true child, with no ways of defending himself, even though it’s different to what I thought.

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Chapter 3

I stood there, hidden and secluded, and watched as the events began to unfold. The Annihilator of Light, Purity (or James Cerosa, if I wasn’t to be formal), had just charged Elion stupidly as the angel prepared some kind of unique summoning ritual. The circle was scribed into the ground, and both of Purity’s swords clashed against an invisible barrier. While it seemed he was pushing forward, his swords were actually breaking into small particles and gathering into the air. By the time he noticed this, it was too late…his hands touched the barrier, and he noticed that he held nothing now.

“What…the…f**k…!?” he said, stupefied. He looked at his hands, then his foe, whose eyes slowly tilted upwards toward the ceiling. It was there that a look of utter shock and horror befell his face, and the particles aligned themselves. The great gods had called his swords the “Raem” for a reason, and he was just about to figure that out. Though not complete yet, the cloud of haze gave out a booming voice.

“At long last,” it began. “I’m finally freed from that accursed prison my bastard brothers put me in…” It formed itself perfectly, and now I, too, was a little shaky. I could just imagine how a normal human like Cerosa felt…he was up close to it. I was feeling the immense mana well out of the levitating beast from fifty yards away. Though I could see it perfectly, I couldn’t begin to describe the amazing look and feel to the creature…it was breathtaking.

“What…is this?” Purity questioned with a scared voice (first time I’ve actually heard him like that). The angel could only laugh.

“Now you witness a power equal…nay, GREATER, than the great gods themselves!” Elion bellowed. “I’ve freed the God Beast of Rebirth from his containment within your swords, and now you’ll tremble before him!” Wow…I didn’t expect his title to be so…cool. “Beg for mercy at the hands of Raem!!!” I don’t know what it was about him, but this “Raem” was seemingly growing larger (I’m sure I wasn’t getting smaller, because I could manually change size if I wanted to).

Cerosa took a step back, a trickle of sweat coming off his forehead (for a god to be nervous, it takes something of horrific power…). He was slightly relieved as soon as he saw Raem turn around in the air to face Elion. “You…angel…” it said. “What is your name?”

“Elion Daemon, oh magnificent one.” Suck-up…

“I see…hmmmmmmm…you are the one who released me, are you not?” Elion nodded with a half-sinister, half-pleased smile. “I sense no connection to the ‘great gods’ within you. In fact…I feel much hatred for them is in your soul. And as such…” It began to bow its head (well…the middle one of its three heads…). “…I henceforth swear my allegiance to you.” Oh…f**king wonderful. So now he had one of the legendary “god beasts” on his side.

The god beasts, as far as I knew, were the only ones in the entire multiverse (save Elion himself) with enough power to match, and even surpass, the great gods. Valrin told me that the god beasts were present at the very beginning of the multiverse, along with himself and Jelos (his brother). Originally, they were the ones possessing the powers that the Chaos and Annihilators have. Because of their corruption, however, the Great Gods of Ultima and Univus sapped their powers and killed them. Seven of them died off altogether. The other five were either sealed, or escaped to somewhere in the multiverse, beyond the reach of the great gods.

“Please, Master Elion…allow me to kill this worm.”

“Granted. Afterwards, I’m sure you’ll be overjoyed to meet Levius once again.” Raem didn’t react to this, but I could tell that he was excited. Levius was the God Beast of Wind, and his favorite brother (so Valrin told me). Raem quickly prepped an orange blast of mana. Purity sighed.

“So all this time…the memories I’ve been giving to the sword…were feeding you!!!?” he yelled out with rage.

“Yes…thank you for those delicious morsels.” Raem fired it, and Purity reacted by forming a group of pure white orbs in front of his body (as a shield…and these were his “artificial souls”). The blast fired straight, and crushed the shield as if it were nothing (I’m guessing that would’ve been Cerosa if he didn’t protect himself). And the expression on Purity’s face was that of pure cowardice. I didn’t blame him at all: I was beginning to wonder if Elion knew exactly what he’d summoned…hmmm? Why haven’t I stepped in yet? Actually…

Purity took a soul in one hand and charged an explosive blast. It went straight for Raem, but bounced completely off his hide and hit the ceiling, nearly bringing it down. Not a scratch on him…one attack was enough to convince Purity of the strength he was facing.

“Useless…” Raem muttered. Raem prepared yet another orb, Purity too frozen with fear to do anything, and it was fired. It exploded prematurely, however, as I suddenly launched off a separated section of my morphing body to intercept it. The finger I detached grew back in a black ooze and turned white to match my skin (my regenerative abilities are what made me famous as the Chaos of Blood…try not to crowd me all at once: I can only make so many arms for signatures). With that, I slithered away in a black, tendril-like shape and reformed properly in front of my god brother. He was startled to see me.

“Aeonis…?”

“Cerosa…let me handle this one.”

“I can’t do that…you know you don’t stand a chance.”

“That may be, but the least I can do is keep him distracted.”

“But…!”

“I know I can’t win this one,” I interrupted. I took on a serious tone for the next words. “This is a job for Jelos and Valrin, not the Chaos of Blood. I’m only stalling for time. Grab the others and leave Hell.” He wasn’t in a position to argue. His attacks were powerless, he had no weapons, and he was literally dealing with an equivalency to the great gods. I had a nearly invincible body, an infinite supply of katanas at my disposal, and intentions of merely saving everyone else from an inevitable death that would come if Raem were provoked. He nodded and slowly backed away.

“You’d better not die…” he threatened, as if jokingly and seriously at the same time. What would he do if I was dead? Nothing…I just smiled.

“And before you go…” He stopped, and I turned around with a cocky and confident smile. “…Tell Krypto we’re gonna have to postpone our friendly duel.” His stress was lightened with my mood, and he ran off through the darkness behind me, which closed itself off by means of a giant door. My expression turned serious as I returned to face my opponent once again.

“The Chaos of Blood?” Raem questioned. “Strange…you don’t seem that strong to me. Hardly even comparable to Kareno.” Kareno…the God Beast of Blood. I heard he was strong, but very touchy…while he was alive, that is.

And just like that, I felt something familiar to me now, but confusing: pain. I looked down and found the hole going through me once again, and memories of the event were flooding back to me, while I struggled to move. But…wasn’t that supposed to happen after what was going on now? Was I just reliving this? I recalled it well, and wondered just what was happening. Whatever the case, the pain was just as real and threatening as before…and I screamed in agony once again.

I opened my eyes as I awoke and sat up, now seeing that it was just a dream. Of course, what wasn’t a dream was that I was still a fox kit…I looked around, noticing the fireplace still growing brightly and a clock above it (I didn’t see that before…). This obviously couldn’t be a dream, since I was in pain once again (it’s possible to feel physical anguish within a dream, but not a dream within a dream). Neither could the fact that I was completely aware of my surroundings be ignored (dreams are brief and often not very based on what you feel or see). Looking at the hands of the clock, I saw it was…erm…such strange numbers. Well, by placement, it looked like it was three thirty-two.

Still dark outside…but the rain had stopped, as my ears had signaled. I tried rolling over off my back, standing on four legs, when I noticed my diaper was wet. The feeling was warm and enjoyable, but somewhat undignified at the same time (then again, I was right to have expected things like this), and between my legs no less. Less than a day with my new caregiver and I’ve already been inconvenienced by a situation where I needed her…and she wasn’t awake. Ugh. So troublesome. I decided against waking Belle (I know I could’ve, since she was technically my mother right now, but…I have more courtesy than you realize).

I curled back into a ball on the pillow and went back to sleep, trying my best to ignore the wetness…

“Aeonis…” Mmmm. “Aeonis.” Hmm? “Wake up, Aeonis.” For a second, I thought I was hearing the voice of one of my Chaos sisters (I was thinking Reish, because Kirin isn’t usually that soft in voice). My mind snapped out of the trance as I began to awaken, finding Belle looming over me, her motherly smile set onto her face.

“Mama?” I asked, drowsy (hopefully you still remember what I said about going on “semi-auto-pilot”).

“Finally up, my little kit?” I rubbed my eyes with my paws, yawning as he picked me up and cradled me with one of her front legs. I’m guessing she saw the wet spot on my diaper as she lifted me, since she giggled a bit. “My, my…had a little accident, did we?” I sighed, rubbing my eyes more and burying my head into her fur. She walked over to the carpet on three legs and changed me as she did last night, this time making sure to rub my bottom down with a scented baby wipe (also from the nearby bag). I was still half-asleep as she did this, but it felt nice as she brought my legs down from the air and onto the new diaper she placed under me. She rubbed the cream in, sprinkled the powder down onto me, and taped the diaper up, remembering the hole for the tail.

My eyes were pretty much open at this time. She lifted me up, sat down as animals normally do, and rocked me back and forth, singing a lullaby to me (this one being in A major, I believe…or was it A minor?). I hoped she knew that this was making me even more tired. Perhaps that was her plan…whatever she was going for, I stayed awake, perfectly aware that my body still hadn’t regained its strength (though I was getting used to the kit form already).

After that, we walked into the kitchen (well, I should say that Belle carried me), and I began to see things with more precision and detail than last night, being a bit more rested and familiar with my surroundings than before and all. I think I mentioned it looked like a kitchen you might find on Earth: I was half right. While it closely resembled it, everything was a bit lower to the ground so that animals could access it (the counters, the table, the fridge, the microwave […?], the cupboards, etcetera). She took a carton of milk out of the refrigerator, then a bottle, poured it in, heated it up, and gave it to me to nurse on (all while holding me…not bad). She held it close, whispering words of affection as she did so, and I started to think while drinking.

With my better thought process today, I now knew which planet I was on: Enia. I must’ve learned a lot while studying Universae in a week using Heaven’s library, for I remembered every detail. It’s one of the few planets in the multiverse to have an entire population of only animals, as well as still being successful in surviving. They’re very resourceful and very intelligent, possessing knowledge and services that humans also have, as well as the materialistic needs.

That would explain the diapers and such, but what about electricity? Scanning my mind, I also remembered the books saying something about Enians knowing how to build and operate machinery (they were industrial in their own ways, mind you) and electrical devices. Apart from that, every Enian, much like Flare, was anthropomorphic in one or two ways (the opposability of fingers and thumbs, for starters). So they were more like humans than anything else.

The short version: Enia is a planet of anthropomorphic animals with superior knowledge and has many of the same devices used on Earth and other planets.

When I finished the bottle, she put it on the counter and set me down, a slightly different smile on her face this time (which I believed was a scheming smile…). I tilted my head and felt like asking her, but I knew she was about to speak.

“Now that you’ve gotten breakfast, I have a little surprise for you.” A surprise? Hmmm…I wondered what it could be, trying not to get my hopes up, but I acted enthusiastic anyways (just to react like how she wanted me to). She beckoned me to follow her, and I did so. We got to the closet, she pulled out her black coat (though it wasn’t raining, it was about to…even through the morning sun), and she zipped up, picking me up with one paw and placing me right below her chin through the hood (an alternative for now, seeing as I had no animal coat of my own).
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That was unexpected…I actually managed to stay inside the hood, and not fall out, somehow. She opened the door and left. I could already see clouds gathering…oh well. I soon forgot about that as all of my senses were assaulted at once. For an anthropomorphic animal community, it was surprisingly loud and busy. I closed my ears and tried blocking the sound, but then there was the new sense of smell I had…such a bother, especially since, to a fox, this place was like a cross between a forest and a big city.

I’m not sure, but I think it took about ten minutes for Belle to get to wherever we were going. I guess you could say I enjoyed the scenery and the various “buildings” we passed by. Surprisingly, there were many different sizes of trees that we passed by (ranging from the size of Belle’s home to that of a redwood…). What was even more confusing was when we got deeper into Pineridge…the building layouts got more intricate, often combining more than one tree to make a structure.

I suppose you don’t care about the scenery details…moving on, then. I could see where we were likely heading now, though I wasn’t sure if I was right (which I actually was). It was a place within a hillside, with a tunnel leading inside somewhere and windows at various areas around the hill. There was a sign near the opening with varying symbols of infancy, including pictures of a lion cub, a puppy (of a breed I didn’t recognize), and a fox kit (who looked suspiciously similar to me…hmmm), on it, as well as letters in a language I didn’t know. We went inside, Belle pushing the door open with one paw, and we were immediately greeted with a ringing sound.

The reception room had short blue carpet, cushioned chairs, various toys of all shapes, sizes, and colors, magazines that seemed to be the complete opposite of what you’d find on other planets inhabited by humans or varying alien species, and an assortment of scents and sounds in the air. It seemed relatively empty, except for a few parents picking up their little children and an adult German Shepherd (which I suspected was a woman, and again, I was right) waving a “goodbye” to them with her paw. She reminded me of…hmm, let’s not get into that, shall we?

“Good morning, Belle!” she greeted, startling me a bit. I don’t think she saw me (if anything, she heard me). “I see you’re in good spirits.”

“Thank you, Mary.” Not a very unique name at all…oh well. She looked like a typical German Shepherd, no real oddities about her…and yet her straightforward personality was like Belle’s (I could never stand people like this…). I predicted her to likely be around the same age as my new mother. Her ears wavered a bit for a second as I peeked up from underneath Belle’s coat (and I now understood how I was staying in: there was a small pocket right below me, but its purpose was anyone’s guess). She noticed me.

“Oh, hello there!” I sank back down into hiding suddenly, wanting to come back up but my body not letting me. She and my mother laughed. Her voice was sincere. “And who’s this little guy?”

Belle reached into the neck of the coat and grabbed me, setting me down gently on the ground. I took this opportunity to hide behind her leg (futile, I know, but if I were in control of it I wouldn’t have done it). She lifted her leg and took it back behind me, and I was left to be stared at by the dog. Mary’s gaze, while having no intent on indicating harm, was starting to creep me out. Involuntarily, I started shaking.

“I’m sorry, he must be nervous,” Belle said as she scratched her head. “This is my new kit son that I recently adopted.”

Mary came down to my level. “What’s your name, little one?”

“…Aeonis,” I muttered. I stopped shaking now…weird.

“That’s a lovely name, dear.” She turned to mother. “Did you give him that name?”

“I had it since I was born,” I said. This wasn’t entirely true, though. I don’t remember my original name, but when I became a Chaos, Valrin (my father by circumstances) named me Aeonis: a name that, in the angelic language, meant “lotus”. To this date, I’m the only one with that name in the entire multiverse (largely because no one in today’s life has heard of my name…only my title as the “Chaos of Blood”). And the meaning behind my name…actually suits me quite well.

“Hmmmmmm…that name…it sounds somehow familiar,” Mary said. This…could be bad.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Belle hastily said. “More importantly, I’m here to do some business.” Wait, what!? “I need you to take care of him for a while so I can do a few things.”

“I’d be happy to!” Mmmmm…not as bad as I thought it would be. I was afraid it would be a medical exam or something similar.

Belle came closer and whispered something into Mary’s ears, which I could barely hear with these fox ears, but managed to make it out vaguely. “He’s a little shy, being new and all, so try not to be too hard on him yet.”

“I’m guessing by what he’s wearing, he’s not trained yet.” They both giggled at this. I’m starting to wonder if embracing this was a good idea…

“You won’t have to change him much. He’s still accepting his new lifestyle.” Accurate, as fate would have it. I, in particular, would like to be back with my fathers right now, though (no, not like that…I meant the great gods…erm, awkward). Mary glanced over at me momentarily, but I just ignored it. Belle finally turned and walked away, patting my head fur between my pointed ears. “You be good now, son.”

And she was gone, just like that, leaving me with many uncertainties.

“Well now…I guess we should get you comfortable here.” She picked me up and held me in one “arm”, walking with her others. We went down a long blue hallway of considerable length (what seemed to me like half a mile, though it obviously wasn’t).

“Where am I?” I asked as she carried me.

“This is a day-care center that I run, along with a few of my friends who are other parents. You don’t need to be scared; your mom’ll be back very soon. Until then, you should enjoy your time here.” She opened the door at the end and I was thrust into a new frenzy of my senses.

This room was vivid and colorful, mostly containing an assortment of blues, pinks, and yellows, with many different kinds of decorations and patterns along the walls. Toys of all kinds, structures for children to play on, all sorts of things to entertain my regressed mind. There was a large TV with a rack of assorted children’s videos sitting next to it (and another rack to the side…and one in back…ugh), one of which was currently playing and attracting the attention of several animals. I could smell the scents of powders, creams, oils, and diapers in the air. I also noticed that it was raining now, even though the windows were covered with blue drapes (what is up with all this rain?).

Let’s see…aside from those things, I could see that the carpet was plush and extravagant (though messy with everything strewn about). Several covered windows, many doors leading to God-knows-where, and the faces of about twenty different kids other than myself. Then there were two other adults in the room, caring for them as any concerned parent would for their child. The rest of the room was like any other nursery (saves me the trouble of explaining to you).

Mary placed me down onto the carpet, which already made me feel good, and got the attention of everyone else. “Children! We have a new guest!” Almost instantly, they all left the gaze of the television and ran to gather around me. I backed off and hid behind her leg, receiving a look of curiosity from everyone. Like before, I was pushed forward against my will. “Everyone, this is Aeonis. He’s going to be staying with us for a while.” I was peppered by greetings from everyone, and had to shut my ears from the noise. I hid once more, knowing I couldn’t do much to stop her from setting me back again.

Now the other adults were examining me as I suddenly saw them in front of me. They were both raccoons, but of different genders from the sounds of their voices. “He’s so cute!!!” they yelled joyfully in unison. After about a minute of mentally torturing pinches, prods, and hugs from both of them, each tossing me back and forth while cooing me over with affectionate phrases, I felt myself grabbed back by the dog and thrust against her chest protectively, receiving a depressed “Awwww…” from both of the raccoons.

“You can all get acquainted with our little fox here later. Just play nice with him for now.” Thank you…I think I wet myself while they were doing that.

That seemed to get them out of my fur for a while. They all went back to their movie, save the eccentric raccoon duo that was begging my temporary mother to let them hold me, change me, feed me, etcetera (I think they were like this with every other new kid they were introduced to…I pity them all). Now rocking me in her cradled arms, Mary gave out a gentle call: “Jamie!” I turned my head to witness a German Shepherd puppy, relatively the same size and age as me, running towards us from the crowd of kids.

“Yes, mommy?” it asked obediently. By the voice, it was a boy, who looked similar to his mother, other than his size and the blue disposable diaper he wore.

“This is our new baby here. I want you to show him around. Just keep in mind he’s a bit shy.” She placed me down to meet him, and I heard her speak softly to the raccoons. “And I expect you two to keep off of him unless he needs it.” They rolled their eyes.

“Your name was Aeonis, right?” Jamie was jumping around energetically and I tried to keep up with him.

“Uhhhh…yeah.”

“TAG!” He gave me a soft tap on my head and ran away. I don’t know what it was about this, but it made me smile and chase after him (it was the suddenness of it that confused me…I knew what he wanted). “Hey everyone! Aeonis is it!” The crowd dispersed as they saw me pounce in after Jamie (I missed…curse my aim).

“Come back here!” I yelled, laughing and enjoying myself.

“Catch me if you can!” How about…no? He was too fast for me, so I settled on sneaking up to a female skunk (older than me, therefore not in my same predicament). For a while, I wasn’t “it”, but that kept alternating for periods of time (no one’s safe forever). My first time to actually have fun here…how pleasant.

Perhaps I seem strange to all of you. This was a constant fantasy of mine, to actually have a childhood, whether unconditionally or not. I was stuck like this for the moment, so I decided to make the best of it…hmmmm…that seemed to spark a memory within me. No…never mind. Regardless, it was an alien feeling to be playing a game of tag, but it was also an experience I’d remember forever…

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(Author’s Note – A “---“ indicates a change of perspective, switching between first-person to a third-person view.)

Elion gazed into a pool of red liquid, seeing Aeonis in his fox form as he played his game of tag with the others, and laughing. “So then…what shall we do about our stray fox?”

“There are many options…” Raem boomed. “I’ll settle for whatever you wish, Master Elion.”

“Indeed. I want you to…attack him in his dreams.”

“His dreams?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Mmmmmm…” Raem paused for a few seconds. “Very well then. Give me four minutes and I’ll have him in my grasp once again.”

“Nice…farewell, Chaos of Blood,” he said, still gazing into the pool. “Enjoy your new life…while it lasts.”

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Chapter 4

Raem seemed displeased suddenly, constantly floating around the room and shifting his position. Even with no face, Elion could sense something was troubling the god beast.

“What’s wrong? Can’t you get him?” There was a long pause.

“No…something’s wrong.”

“What!? Useless! You’re the God Beast of Rebirth, remember!?”

“Even still, it is beyond my power. This one…is different from others.”

“SO F**KING WHAT!!!?”

“…Calm your fury, Master Elion,” a voice called out. The source was only to be found in a dark corner of the room. “Brother Raem has only tried such things on angels before. While he was able to force them into dormancy with his own powers, I’m afraid a Chaos god would be harder to work with. If I’m right, he must wait for Aeonis to sleep before he can attack.”

“Brother Levius is correct.” Elion came down from his rage, regaining composure, his wings shrinking a bit from their enlarged state during his slight rampage.

“Fine…you’re lucky I’m a patient archangel.”

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Other than the day I was reunited with my fellow brothers and sisters, this was probably the greatest hour of my life. Such a feeling of ecstasy that I’ve never felt before…is that what a simple game of tag can do to me? What else was there for me to find in this world of animals? After a while of playing and pondering these questions, I was getting hungry again (it seemed noon-ish to me, so I’m figuring…). It appears I was right, as the male raccoon called for all of us to come down a hallway and into the kitchen for lunch. Right as I went with the rest of them…

“Hold it, mister!” I was grabbed by Mary once more. “You’re not going anywhere till we get you changed.” I was about to fuss when I’d remembered wetting myself earlier. Not to mention that I also felt around and noticed I’d done it again. Without saying a word, I let her carry me over to the changing table, and watched as she untapped my diaper, cleaned me, oiled me up, spread powder along my fur, and diapered me once more (all while sitting down in a normal dog sitting position and using her two front legs for the work…impressive, though likely an acquired skill).

As she put me down, the only thought on my mind was how she’d known about me being wet (there were many possibilities, such as smelling it […?], hearing it happen, or maybe something she’d gotten used to telling over time…though I suspected it was probably how I waddled while my diaper was saturated with pee). Nevertheless, I trotted down the hall and into the kitchen (this place seemed much bigger on the inside than the outside…). I felt slightly overwhelmed when I got there…well, by all of the assorted smells of food.

I’m not taking the time to describe everything in vast detail to you all, because it’s as simple as saying it was like Belle’s kitchen, only the floor was of different tile colors, it was bigger, and there was a larger table there to accommodate the twenty or so different kids (yes, I know…for a god, I’m lazy). Everyone was sitting around the table, already digging into a batch of PB&J sandwiches (ummmm…actually, I’ve never known what that stood for, only that they were called that). I found a seat reserved for me and hopped up, sitting down as a fox does and eating what was on the plate in front of me. The sandwich had a sweet taste to it, but it was hard to describe…

As I ate, my mind turned to other thoughts, and my heart froze: what of my brothers and sisters, or my fathers? Were they worried about me? That was a stupid thought…of course they were. They heard my scream, they sensed my emotions I never had before, they knew I was in trouble…but what could they do? They didn’t know where I was…the Annihilators and Chaos were all beyond my voice. Damn my luck…never before was I so screwed by circumstance. I’ve fought Daemon Spawns and crushed entire planets before, all in the name of the great gods, but it seems the restrictions of forced infancy were beginning to inconvenience me beyond reasoning.

I stopped chewing momentarily. “Valrin,” I muttered with my mouth full.

“What’s wrong, Aeonis?” a voice asked. I recognized it as the female raccoon this time. She touched my shoulder as I turned around, holding my sandwich. She smiled at me.

“…Nothing,” I mumbled.

“Little one, I’m a mother, and I can tell a lie from the truth. Now tell me…what is it?” Crap…

“I was…thinking about my father.” I suddenly remembered before that I said I never knew my parents. But since that was just to Belle, I could probably say something to her.

“Your father?”

“He was a great man…he commanded respect from many people. But then…we were separated from each other. And here I am.”

“Well I’m sure he’s looking for you as we speak.” She smiled at this, I smiled, and I knew that that was definitely the truth. Valrin wouldn’t stop until he found me. It was only a matter of time…I went back to my meal, now noticing a bottle full of milk sitting there for me. I ate the rest of the sandwich, drank the entire bottle down, and went back into the playroom to wait for everyone else. Some were done, such as Jamie, but the others took their time. I was beckoned to play, but I had more thinking to do.

I wish I could explain some of the things that were happening to me. If anything, I was learning more about the universal customs. But at the same time, I also found myself alienated. How I longed to be near the great gods once more…I’d never seen the hidden and true strength of them, because their powers are reliant on their servants. It’s because they took their own strength and formed the Annihilator and Chaos gods, and only upon being reunited and reforming with them can they be strong again.

Obviously, the great gods have more power than I do, for my strength is their’s. But Jelos told me that his and his brother’s powers are beyond overwhelming simply on their own. The powers of pure creation and destruction…the fabled left and right hands. I always tried to imagine myself as one of them, usually as Jelos (the creator of the brothers), and just let my mind drift into the possibilities of how I could shape things. Would I ever get to see their true powers, and not those derived from us, in action? But I find myself digressing too much from the story. We should get back to it.

Right as I got done with my thought process, Jamie pounced me and started tickling me. “Augh…heheheh…please…God…ahh…please…stop it…eheheheheheh…!!”

“No way, Aeonis! I’m just getting started!” He was laughing as well, amused by his triumph over me, but I knew I had to get him off before something other than laughter came out of me. I managed to roll over and get away, now caught in a small skirmish of pouncing and giggling on the soft carpet. The others stayed out of our way until everyone else came back from lunch, and we stopped.

“Alright everyone, gather around!” Gather around what? Mary was calling us over to the TV, where she started up a movie for us all. In a cloud of fur, we all stampeded over to be the first in front of it, but I had to settle for being in the back of the group. The movie finally started, and I wondered what it was about…I quickly took some notes as all of the movie unfolded.

I was floored by it. The movie involved an adult fox with a god complex going against a real god in an attempt to defend his friends from its wrath. After losing, however, he escapes to find himself much younger and incontinent, and has to face the dangers of a strange new world and the god that hunts him down. It was shockingly similar…to what I was going through (oh, great…)! But his situation was different than mine…even still, I was incredibly confused, and I began to shake as I thought about things.

For one, I am a god (so I certainly think I am one all the time because it’s true). But I recognized that Raem was that “real” god I was going against…Raem is the equivalent to a great god, meaning that he’s vastly more powerful than me, therefore rendering me quite small compared to him. This was also an animal version of what had just happened…but it was totally accurate (that’s what surprised me the most). It said something about the fox being hunted down by the god, which hasn’t happened to me…could it be (I certainly hoped it wasn’t) my look into the future?

I watched intently, and remembered the way the god had tried to fight the fox once more: it burrowed into his mind while he slept and assaulted his dreams. This reminded me of a technique used by my brother, X (the Chaos of Rebirth). You see, “rebirth” is an abstract angelic word, meaning “memory” and “mind”. X had gone into my dreams about a month ago, just as a joke (I didn’t find it funny). Not having a mind, I instead dream inside of my soul, which can pay off sometimes. While he was there, he explained that, when he enters a person’s mind, both himself and the victim become subconsciously conscious (it feels like real life, in other words).

In this way, he tricks the brain into replicating real-life injuries on the actual body by simply hurting the subconscious body. There is a difference, though: the body doesn’t copy flesh wounds, but induces stress to make it seem like it does (in other words, it causes extreme amounts of stress that pile up and eventually lead to death). X might be slightly sadistic, but he’s never killed someone like that (he has the same principals of honor as I do). The main flaw in this technique was the time constraint: during sleep, the mind processes things faster, thus making time go by at an increased rate. In minutes, an hour would pass…I’d hope I wouldn’t have to remember this detail, though.

I was suddenly struck with horror: the soul can’t copy wounds, but with a new brain, I was susceptible…I started to shake and backed away from the movie, hanging my head low. This must’ve been a sign or something, telling me of my grim future…one of the raccoons (I suspected the male one) stopped the movie right as the god entered the fox kit’s dreams (we only got about forty minutes into it), and I whimpered quietly. I trembled at the thought, terrified of what a god beast could do to me if he was able to kill me from anywhere. Jamie seemed to notice my fear.

“What’s wrong, Aeonis?” he asked as I jumped at his voice. I stared at him and sighed, turning away.

“Nothing…” I hoped he wasn’t as perceptive as Mary or the other adults. I was struck with a slight sense of déjà vu. Despite him saying nothing, I’m absolutely sure he was on to me here…even still, he chose not to take it further, but a look of concern was etched into his puppy face. I made a slightly angry face as he turned, thinking I should’ve said something, anything at all. But I couldn’t…I had to hope that I wasn’t right about what would happen.

Blankets and pillows of differing colors were dragged out (for naptime, apparently). Before getting ready to nap, they checked our diapers and only had to do minimal amounts of changes (I was dry). Now in a feeling of absolute dread, I took my time getting settled in, for fear of what was to come. Compared to Raem, I was nothing…nothing. I lay on my side, waiting for one of the adults to come and pull the blanket over me, and then drifted off to sleep, hearing a faint “Sleep tight…” from someone.

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“Raem, how much longer?”

“Patience, master. It shouldn’t be long bef…” He paused.

“Hmmm?”

“This is it…he’s mine now.” Elion smiled menacingly.

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I didn’t want to think about where I was now. I seemed awake, when I remembered going to sleep very distinctly. All I could do is walk around. Though I thought this was a dream world, I was still bound to my kit form, and couldn’t change into my human form. In reality or not, I was no longer as powerful a god as I used to be. The room was an endless chasm. The background in the distance was pitch-black. The ground was tiled and blue, as were the endless rows and columns of pillars that darted everywhere. Even the torches had blue flames in them.

“Please…no.” I was trying my best not to seem worried, but it couldn’t be helped, as I now realized the deep s**t I was in. This was exactly like the movie, and I felt the eyes of a powerful force staring down upon me. I didn’t bother turning around, because I knew he was here, and dropped to the ground in horror. “Oh God…”

“Welcome…to your own personal hell…” the beast rumbled out. He levitated right in the air, somehow distorting the pillars in between him so that he phased through them all, only his form appeared on top of them. The room was huge, giving him ample room to move around, up and down, left and right, forward and backwards. Against my fur and muzzle, I could tell that a steady flow of tears was coming out, and I tried to run. I didn’t get more than two feet before orange strands of mana came from the ground and ceiling, hoisting me into the air and restraining me by my legs and tail.

“It is best for you not to run…give into the pain, Aeonis.” The tears flowed harder as I suddenly felt pain on my bottom. The diaper was stripped away by a strand, and another began to whip me. In ten seconds, I was already sore, red, and hurting, and I cried out in such anguish that…

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Aeonis’ screams woke everyone up from their slumber. They all got up and looked around to see him tossing and turning, yelling randomly like he was in pain, and making a big ruckus that even woke the adults. He grabbed anything he could get his paws on, looking like he was having a horrible dream. They all gathered around him, not sure what to do to soothe his pain. Jamie was the first to speak…

“Maybe…maybe it’s just a bad dream.” He started to shake his shoulders. “Come on Aeonis…wake up…” He was getting worried when he didn’t wake up. “…Hey! Aeonis, this isn’t funny! Wake up!” Nothing. Aeonis’ paw swung around and flailed into the air as he rolled, making horrifying and torturous sounds. Mary was confused, but that turned to shock as she saw Aeonis’ body lunge forward. She snapped back to her senses now, fearing that Jamie might be absolutely terrified if he was exposed to this any longer.
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“Kate, get the lights! Koby, get an ice pack! Hurry you two!” She didn’t know what to do, but she closed her ears as another high-pitched scream came from the little fox kit, this time actually cracking the nearby window, which scared all of the children. The two raccoons were scrambling for everything. Just then, something stunned everyone: his body lifted into the air on its own and was sent flying against the wall.

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Raem had just used his little trick to knock me into a pillar, forcing me up against it as he spanked me even harder. My bottom was numb now, but I kept screaming my lungs out. The pain was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, even worse than Raem’s first attempt at killing me. The only way I could describe it was with one word: excruciating. I was gasping for air at this time, hoping my suffering and torture at the hands of Raem would end soon. But it would last for as long as I was asleep…or until he stopped on his own will, and that wouldn’t happen.

“Now you see what happens when you challenge me…? Foolish Chaos. Not even death would save you from me.” I was bawling now. I couldn’t feel any part of my body. My whipping continued for a few more minutes, and he threw me once again, this time letting go of me. I got onto all fours, trembling, but he fired a laser that hit the ground and caused it to explode, sending me even farther.

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Mary had just placed Aeonis on a cushioned bed in a new room, which also contained a desk, computer, clock, fridge, bathroom, and many other things. Kate and Koby were there, restraining him as she took a syringe full of a clear liquid to his front leg, piercing the fur and skin. Aeonis’ pain-filled shouts slowly subsided as tears started out from his closed eyes. He twitched a bit, rolling over onto his back to reveal his white-furred underbelly. It was an hour of straight screaming, tossing, and strange injuries, but he was finally quiet now.

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Raem now raised me right in front of him. It seemed to me that, if he had eyes, he would be staring me into oblivion right now. My tears fell to the ground, and I hung my head in defeat. “This time…I will kill you.” I couldn’t help but utter a smile at this. I was done for, and yet I felt like anything was better than suffering.

“Do with me…as…you will…” I don’t know why I was giving up. Every part of me was instinctively saying that I needed to keep going. But I was so exhausted after ten minutes of straight torture and pain that I couldn’t move. It only seems like things went by fast because I mostly paraphrased my torturing. In these past few minutes, I was subject to some things so unspeakable that…I really don’t want to talk about it. I waited for the next part of my punishment: my death. And yet…it didn’t come. He was just floating there, and…fading away. He himself was the one screaming now, trying to finish me off. As soon as he fired a large orange laser, he disappeared, and the beam with him.

I was finally awake…

The three adult animals just stood there, completely aghast at what had just happened, and all I could do was breathe heavily in silence. Finally, after a few minutes, I let loose a year’s worth of tears and sprang into Mary’s chest fur, scared as to what went on while I was asleep. She stroked my back as I sobbed, then picked me up and rocked me to and fro with her arms. “There, there…it’s okay, little one. Deep breaths…that’s it.” The tears wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried. “What happened to you, Aeonis? You were out for an hour, just sounding like you were dying or something.” Oh no…my encounter with Raem…had actual effects in real life? I looked up at her, blank and with tears in my eyes.

Ten minutes of prodding, whipping, burning, exploding, throwing, hitting, and everything else you could think of (like I was a prisoner of war and captured, forced to divulge my secrets or face the consequences), all compressed into an hour…like I said: I would say everything that happened if I wasn’t so petrified by the experience. As I regained my senses, my body coming off from its numbness, I felt a new warm feeling in the back of my diaper (which was still on, regardless of my overly-realistic dream). It signaled that I’d released my bowels during the incursion, as well as soaked myself in the front. Yet it also made me feel relieved.

My body was too tired to go on…I tried speaking but I felt it was useless now. My stomach was uneasy, crawling, and curdling. Mary carried me into the bathroom, setting me down on a changing table in here. I was tired, but afraid to sleep…and yet I drifted off anyways, hoping she’d keep me safe if something happened again. As I dreamed, I was no longer chased by Raem…my delicate fox form was bruised and battered, but I gave a sigh of relief as I slept peacefully for once…

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Raem began to look like he was in pain himself, emitting his own sounds of suffering. He slowly sank to the ground, but floated back up again quickly, now quiet but with a grim tone in his voice. “This is not good…I’ve lost contact with Aeonis.”

“What!?”

“I’m sorry, master. It happened before I could react. Something…has left me weakened.”

“How long before you can do it again?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“S**t…”

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“Get me a phone…I need to call Belle,” Mary said as she began work on changing Aeonis’ diaper. In less than a minute, she was done, washing her paws, and accepting a cell phone that Koby brought to her. She proceeded to dial the number, and got an answer.

“Hello?”

“Belle, it’s Mary. Listen…I need you to come pick your son up from the day-care.” Belle thought she sounded like she was panicking.

“Why? Has he been bad?”

“No, it’s not that. I can’t explain it, but it’s an emergency.”

“I’ll be over there as soon as I can. Are you still coming over later tonight?” Mary sighed at this.

“No, I think it’d be best if I do that now…you’ll want to hear this. Please hurry.”

In half an hour, Belle had come in to meet Mary in the reception room, carrying Aeonis in a cradled arm and Jamie on her back. Belle stared blankly at her kit, who looked thoroughly exhausted. “What happened to him?”

“Something horrible, from what I can tell.”

“He was going crazy!” Jamie was jumping around. “One minute he was sleeping, and the next…he was screaming and being hit around like, like, like someone was hurting him! It was scary!” Mary was adopting a concerned look now.

“It would we best…if we go to your home for now.” Belle was observing Aeonis’ condition. He wasn’t hurt, but rather worn out. She nodded, and they left.

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”’Life is beautiful. I would do anything to tell you this,’ said the flower, and then…it died.” The Annihilator of Earth was in the middle of the second floor courtyard of the great gods’ palace. I was watching him water Jelos’ garden of many different flowers, tending to them with great care, spreading a fertilizer he made himself. It seemed that everywhere Gaia (his god name, FYI) went, life began to purify and grow. Though he was tall and muscular, underneath that robe was one of the purest souls I’ll ever know.

“And what does that mean?” I asked. I wanted advice from him before we left on, what was supposed to be, our last mission. He was always one of sage wisdom, but often made poetic remarks about flowers and other forms of life as he gave out his knowledge (it was a bad habit of his). In such abstract ways, one has to wonder if you can decipher the ramblings of a god whose sole purpose in life was to root out the evil and give birth to the good. He simply stopped watering a batch of bonsai trees and turned to me, getting closer.

“Now where would be the fun in that? It’s meant to have a deeper meaning than what it appears as. Now whether you figure it out or not, that’s my word of advice to you, Aeonis.” I crossed my arms and pouted slightly.

“Not fair…you always do this to me.” He walked to another side of the stone courtyard garden and gave me a smile.

“For every action you take, there’ll be a greater consequence. Life has no equal value, so don’t waste it. There’s another piece for you, but I made it simpler for your non-existent-unless-you-want-it-to-be brain.” I stuck my tongue out at him and walked away. It wasn’t until now, in my moment to gather my thoughts again, that I understood it: “’Life is beautiful. I would do anything to tell you this,’ said the flower, and then…it died.” Enjoy life while you can, for it can end at any time…Gaia was right, because I felt my presence threatened by Raem.

He just seemed to vanish suddenly before, but I knew he’d be back to finish the job. I had to figure out what happened next in the movie…maybe it would help me. And then maybe…wait a second…I remembered waking up and seeing the two raccoons and the dog staring down at me. But Mary was holding something…what was it? It was a needle with a bit of clear liquid left inside…I felt like I knew what it was (but what was it called?).

My mind shifted to thoughts of Raem again, and I suddenly found myself in a dark abyss, the blackness surrounding me. This was different, though…Raem was nowhere to be seen, and I swallowed hard, seeing how I was back in my fox form (I was in my human form during the flashback). Now I felt like a giant spike was being driven through me as I grasped my stomach. The darkness swallowed me, but there was no pain…

I woke up again to the sight of Belle carrying me in her teeth (through means of grabbing the back of my neck). I was still tired and drowsy, but I could see her using a key to unlock the front door of her tree home. Mary was standing right by her with Jamie on her back. It’d just begun to rain, and it started getting dark. “Ma…ma…” I muttered. I could see her opening the door, and my eyes were wide now. A lot of things seemed so…different from before. Where to begin…?

For one, all of the floor that I could see was covered in tan carpeting now. The position of everything in the living room had changed, and there was another couch and a recliner chair (why anyone on this planet would need it, I dare not ask). What else had changed since I was gone? Belle took me out of her teeth, cradled me, and took me over to the couch, where the four of us sat. Placing me down next to Mary, she whispered something vague into my ears, which I couldn’t understand, and went off to the kitchen.

“You alright now?” Jamie peeked out from behind his mother to ask the question, all the while inching towards me. I got up on my four legs, a bit wobbly at first, and then plunked back down.

“It…hurts…” I said, curling up into a fetal position. Mary, being a parent herself, comforted me as best as she could by caressing me head fur.

“Please Aeonis…try not to think about it right now. Just move on and forget…” Forget the pain? In the past few days, I’ve experienced more pain than most people do in their entire lives. But still…her words soothed my crying. In my previous sleep, I was safe from Raem. It wouldn’t last for long, but I was safe for the time being. Something about having people to care for me, to comfort me, to keep me safe from harm…I was beginning to enjoy my new life a bit more. But it was still strange…

Belle returned with bottles of milk for both me and Jamie, then checked to see if I needed a change (I’d stayed relatively dry after the “nightmare”). While Jamie got to hold and drink from the bottle himself, I was nursed as Belle held me (I didn’t have a choice anyways…I could barely stand up, let alone hold a bottle properly). Instantly, my troubles disappeared as the milk went down smoothly, and I was starting to sob again. I didn’t want this feeling to stop, else the reality of Raem would come back to me. “Just let it all out…” she said.

I felt strength return to my body as I finished it all. She sat me down on my back, starting to comb through my fur with her paws, and massaged me gently. Jamie was probably thinking he wanted what was happening to me (the look in his eyes was envious), but he ignored it and went back to his bottle, silently suckling. Mary was quiet…eerily quiet. She was thinking about me…I could just feel it. If Belle would’ve seen what happened, she’d be doing everything in her power to make it up to me…

Belle finally broke the silence. “Would you two like to watch something since you’ll be staying the night?” Staying? Hmmmm…

“Thank you. That would be great.” Mary tried her best to sound fine, but I knew from experience that she was worried for me (after the display I put on, who wouldn’t be?). Belle finished stroking me, and I was relaxed and loosening up from my tense state. I was picked up in her arm once again and held close as she carried me into the bathroom to being a warm bath for me.

“You know where everything is, so we’ll join you once we’re done here!” she yelled (I think she was referring to our guests). She undid the straps on my diaper, placed me in the tub, and began to scrub me down gently while adding a soap solution to the bathwater. I just went with it, but added to the effect by pawing around with a rubber duck nearby as she swished through my tail. “It’s only been a day and you’re having problems already…what happened to you, son?” I couldn’t tell her…I was too stressed to do anything about it. I sighed.

“You’ll have to ask your friend…”
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Chapter 5

“But…” While she tried to argue with me, I did my best to see to it she didn’t ask anymore. The expression on my face was becoming sad as I attempted to change the subject. She gave in with a reassuring smile. “Okay. I promise you won’t have to say anything about it.” Inside, I breathed a sigh of relief (it was a good thing I managed to divert her interests, because I was aching by just remembering a small part of the experience). She continued scrubbing me for a few more minutes as I played with the assorted toys (it was actually quite enjoyable now…).

“All done,” she said as she began to lift me from the bathtub. Belle brought me down onto a towel on the ground (the bathroom floor was tiled) and used another to fluff and dry my fur, then using my tail to tickle me. She diapered me up once again on the floor, taking precaution as to keep me comfortable, and helped me up. “Now stay right here, darling. I have something I’d like to show you.”

“Okay.” She left me standing there in the bathroom for a minute or two until finally returning, holding a…footed sleeper? How won