Rumors The whine of the bus engine whirred it’s screeching gears as it coasted along the seldom trodden backstreets, carrying with it you and a scant few other passengers along it’s route. It was a quiet peaceful trip to your sidestreet destination, any potential rowdy passengers far too tired for this early morning commute. As you felt the moments of time stretch ever outward, you reached into your baggy hoodie and fetched your phone from inside. Rolling it around in your otter shaped paws, you managed to press the power and swipe your screen to check your GPS location. “Estimated Stop: 5 Minutes” “Estimated Walk: 0.8 Miles” “Total time: 30 minutes” It seemed you were getting quite close, so you stowed your phone with it’s amusing fitting sea shell backed case protector, back into the pocket of your hoodie as you leaned up against and looked out the window so you wouldn’t miss your stop. Eventually after a few moments of watching the dotted lines on the roads go swimming by in a monocolored blur, your thoughts began to wander…. Such vagrant thoughts bringing you back to the day you heard about Anna Belle and her Happy Acorns nursery… “Hey you~” Came the voice of an ever so enthusiastic cub, ever so happy to see their friend. Mistaking the call out, you turned around only to see the little sweetheart running up to their friend to give them a big hug. The other cub welcomed the hug with open arms as you found a bench to casually roll your skateboard over to and watch the two friends from afar with an amused smirk. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you folded one leg over the other and scrolled through your feed like any other middle school aged teenfur trying to look like you weren't listening to others in the background. As the two cubs embraced each other, one of them made a soft yelp and winced, startling the other as they made a concerned face. "Oh! A-are you okay? Did I hurt you?" One of the cubs said. "No I'm okay I'm just a bit uh… sore down uh… there…." The yelping cub replied with a bit of an embarrassed tone to their voice. "Aww I'm sorry. I'll hug you from the side then." The cub replied with a sweet caring tone, the two of them making adorable little affectionate coos together. Unable to resist the temptation, the cub popped the question. "So why's you sore down there?" This question made the sore cub blush and squirm as he was forced to recall some very tender and recent moments of his. "Well uh… Mama and Papa dropped me off at a place called Happy Acorns and there was this chipmunk lady there… and she… she uhm…" The cub's face was deep red from having to spell it out to his friend, the other's genuine intrigue beckoned that he finish. He leaned in barely within earshot of you as he whispered to his friend. "she made me get nakies and then snipped off my extra peepee skin." Seemingly sympathetic to his friend's plight, he reached out an arm and wrapped it around his sore friend. "Aww it's okay. Mommy and Daddy had mine done when I was a baby. You'll feel better soon, promise!" The cub reassured the other. "C'mon, lets go to the swings and get your mind off it." He continued, trying his best to support his tender feeling friend. As the two ran off you were left with quite a bit to ponder. Being a teen in the modern age, you were one of many to have unfettered access to the internet and as a result developed some… peculiar interests that eventually intertwined with the raging hormones of your actively occurring puberty to develop your nuanced and self-admited weird kinks. Being the responsible parents they were, yours decided to leave your genitals intact, untouched, and unmodified - a fact, turned fascination, and now guilty indulgence that awakened in you when you saw your first cut cock in the school urinals all those years back. An awkward conversation with your parents as an innocent younger cub later, and the seeds of your interest turned obsession were planted. The curiosity of the scene that played out before you was too tantalizing to ignore, and with information just a few paw swipes away, you sated your thirst for knowledge. Unsurprisingly, for a small privately ran nursery, there was not a whole lot of information about them on the internet. Even looking them up on your maps application turned up nothing. However after a bit more digging you managed to stumble upon their derelict social media page. Scrolling through it, the page looked like any ordinary school nursery with cubs out in front and the matron chipmunk lady herself, Anna Belle. The last post was over three years ago, but the place looked legit. If what the cubs said was true, you'd have to find out yourself since means of online contact was unviable. You could only hope she'd be willing to offer her services to those that are particularly big cubs… As you phased back in to reality from your recollective daydream you saw your stop awaiting you after this stop sign. Reaching an arm up, you gripped your webbed otter paw around the pull string and yanked it to signal your stop. The chime of the stop request bell could be heard as it's orange lettering lit up in it's oxidized plasting housing, seeing that your request was registered you pulled yourself up and waited for the stop. The hiss of the hydraulic suspension could be heard as the back doors opened sent you on your way. Paws on the pavement, you regained your bearings as the bus took off into the distance leaving the unpleasant odor of exhaust in its wake. You pulled your phone once again out of your hoodie pouch and checked your location. Everything measured up and it looked like you were in the right place, all that was left to do was walk the rest of the way. The roads leading up to the nursery were quite neglected in their care, potholes and eroded asphalt not to mention the sidewalk ending half way up the hill. It seemed like this locale almost isolated from the rest of the city with how seldom it was maintained, but the recent skid marks and tire treads implied people traveled this road almost daily. After getting in your day's worth of exercise up the hill, you spotted a wooden sign and a dirt pathway in the distance. The barren roads sounded by hills on each side gave way to a comparative forest of oak trees. Squinting your eyes you could read "Happy Oaks Nursery". It looked to be the place in every sense of the word. Setting paw into the gravel path you began your trek to the nursery, marveling at how the canopy of the oaks provided a tranquil cool shade from the otherwise cloudless sunny day and how the deeper you went the more the sounds of the cityscape seemed to disappear until all you could hear was the winds upon the boughs and the crunch of your paws upon the gravel. After a few more moments, the sight of a fee cars came into view and before long so too did the nursery. Being built out of an old church and retrofitted into a nursery, the establishment looked more like a forest cottage than a proper facility but you were willing to not judge this book by it's cover. Walking up to the doors you could hear the faint sounds of cubs laughing and giggling and playing around inside, it certainly seemed like you were at the right place. With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, tucked your tail between your legs and entered the nursery. Entering the nursery your eyes are immediately drawn to the aubern red of the selfsame chipmunk you saw on social media, Miss Anna Belle herself. Hearing the doors open, Anna Belle turns her gaze towards you and greets you with a warm motherly smile as if you were a trusted friend coming over for a visit. With a soft grunt, the chipmunk stood up and grabbed her clipboard with a myriad of names scrawled down on it, before looking back up at you with that same warm smile. Standing before you, Anna Belle was a solid 5'8". She weighed 280lbs and his her wide hips and pudgy belly, sure wasn't ashamed of having more of her to go around. Hwe years of youth have long since passed her, but the years were quite kind to her for the 48 years she's been alive. "Well aren't you a scrawny looking thing~ You here to pick up one of the bunchkins under my care? You should stick around for snack time, you certainly could use some extra meat on your bines." She greeted you, her comments about your lithe otter stature more so out of genuine concern than any ill will or malice.