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I thought that if anyone could win him over, it'd be you.\"\n\n\"Sure, no sweat!,\" Sarah replied, a confident grin sweeping across her face. \"He just can't resist this pretty face.\" She walked past the counter, her fluffy white tail trailing behind her, and sat down next to a chubby orange bear. He was picking through a pile of blocks, looking for a piece to step atop a wobbling tower. Byron was never going to be an architect, but the tower was shoddy even by his standards. Sarah was a little surprised that it was still standing upright.\n\nThe skunk put a hand on the little cub's shoulder. \"Hey, whatcha up to there?\" Byron shook off her grasp and picked up a long red block, his face pinched into a sour grimace. \"Stop it.\"\n\nSarah's heart sank, and the confident smile left her face, replaced with a bewildered stare. \"Oh Byron... what's wrong? This isn't like you at all. We can talk about it if...\"\n\nByron angrily swept a fist through his tower, sending blocks flying everywhere. \"Just LEAVE ME ALONE!\" Sarah shook her head, then put her hands on the cub's sides and lifted him from the ground. \"I'm sorry, but I just can't do that. If you're hurting, I've got to know why.\" She sniffed the air as she stood up, holding Byron as he desperately struggled to get away. \"Besides, you're kind of stinking up the place and you need to be changed.\"\n\nSarah walked toward the changing room, doing her best to hold onto the flailing ball of fury. She set him down on a soft changing table and worked her hands through a defense of frantically kicking feet, unfastening the tape on his diaper and folding open the front.\n\nByron let loose a frustrated wail that filled the room. \"Stop it! I don't wanna change! Leave me alooooone---!\" He screamed and howled, with tears filling his eyes and cascading down his cheeks. \"B-Byron, please! It's just a poopy diaper! We've been through this a hundred times, it's okay!\" She pulled the soiled garment out from under his bottom and reached for a handful of wipes. \n\nByron kept screaming and thrashing, sinking his heel into Sarah's muzzle as she bent down to wipe him. Her eyes bulged from shock as a trickle of blood dribbled down her lip. She snatched the cub's ankles with one hand and forced them down on the table, then locked eyes with her unruly charge, giving him a steely glance that went through his defenses like a wrecking ball. \"Do NOT kick me. Do you understand? Don't. Do. It.\"\n\nSarah swallowed the lump of rage that had swelled in her throat and continued her work, her loving touch replaced with a hand that was all business. She lifted Byron's legs and cleaned the mess smeared on his bottom, ending with a sweep between his cheeks. \"I don't know what's gotten into you, teddy, but none of the other caretakers are going to put up with this.\"\n\nShe stopped for a second to think carefully about the words she had uttered. A species slur? Where did [i]that[/i] come from? Sarah let out a heavy sigh, feeling profoundly guilty. She had taken Byron's behavior much too personally... he was only two years old, but [i]she[/i] knew better. \"I'm sorry. Just... please settle down while I finish up, okay?\"\n\nSarah picked up a container of ointment and popped open the top. As she spread it over Byron's bottom and genitals, she noticed a red bump buried under his fur, not far from his penis. Parting the hair revealed a tiny red tick tightly clinging to the skin. She pinched the parasite between two claws and tore it from its hiding place. Byron let out an ear-piercing scream, then sobbed softly.\n\n\"Well, this explains a lot.\" Sarah crushed the plump bug between her claws, then rolled it between her fingers before depositing in the diaper bin. \"If there's one thing I hate more than a red tick, it's a [i]perverted[/i] one.\" She looked down at Byron, and the little cub returned her glance, both understanding that the ordeal was finally over.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Sarah,\" Byron said, blinking away his tears.\n\nSarah lifted the bear from the table and gave him a hug, her arm tucked under his naked bottom. \"Me too,\" she sighed, a single tear running down her own face.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "WARNING: The following story may be a little intense for some readers.

A young skunk charged for the day care center, her snowy white tail whipping behind her like a flag in a wind storm.  She flung open the door and slipped inside, then stopped to gasp for air.

"Sarah, you're right on time!"

Either the clock was a little off or her supervisor was.  "On... time?  No... I'm (huff) nearly an hour late!  Spent all... night studying.  Slept through the alarm.  Sorry..."

The otter in charge waved her hands dismissively.  "Forget about that.  We've got a problem here... one of the kids is being a real handful.  I thought maybe you'd be able to handle it."

Sarah put her hand under her chin.  "Sure Lonny, it's why I'm here.  Who is it this time?  I'll bet it's Rings... he's always been a bit of a crybaby."

Lonny shook her head.  "Nice guess, but no.  It's Byron."

Sarah cocked an eyebrow.  "Byron?  Really?  Wow, he's never been much trouble.  Well, not around me, anyway."

"That's why I'm glad you're here.  He's been grumpy all day... doesn't want anyone to touch him.  I thought that if anyone could win him over, it'd be you."

"Sure, no sweat!," Sarah replied, a confident grin sweeping across her face.  "He just can't resist this pretty face."  She walked past the counter, her fluffy white tail trailing behind her, and sat down next to a chubby orange bear.  He was picking through a pile of blocks, looking for a piece to step atop a wobbling tower.  Byron was never going to be an architect, but the tower was shoddy even by his standards.  Sarah was a little surprised that it was still standing upright.

The skunk put a hand on the little cub's shoulder.  "Hey, whatcha up to there?"  Byron shook off her grasp and picked up a long red block, his face pinched into a sour grimace.  "Stop it."

Sarah's heart sank, and the confident smile left her face, replaced with a bewildered stare.  "Oh Byron... what's wrong?  This isn't like you at all.  We can talk about it if..."

Byron angrily swept a fist through his tower, sending blocks flying everywhere.  "Just LEAVE ME ALONE!"  Sarah shook her head, then put her hands on the cub's sides and lifted him from the ground.  "I'm sorry, but I just can't do that.  If you're hurting, I've got to know why."  She sniffed the air as she stood up, holding Byron as he desperately struggled to get away.  "Besides, you're kind of stinking up the place and you need to be changed."

Sarah walked toward the changing room, doing her best to hold onto the flailing ball of fury.  She set him down on a soft changing table and worked her hands through a defense of frantically kicking feet, unfastening the tape on his diaper and folding open the front.

Byron let loose a frustrated wail that filled the room.  "Stop it!  I don't wanna change!  Leave me alooooone---!"  He screamed and howled, with tears filling his eyes and cascading down his cheeks.  "B-Byron, please!  It's just a poopy diaper!  We've been through this a hundred times, it's okay!"  She pulled the soiled garment out from under his bottom and reached for a handful of wipes.  

Byron kept screaming and thrashing, sinking his heel into Sarah's muzzle as she bent down to wipe him.  Her eyes bulged from shock as a trickle of blood dribbled down her lip.  She snatched the cub's ankles with one hand and forced them down on the table, then locked eyes with her unruly charge, giving him a steely glance that went through his defenses like a wrecking ball.  "Do NOT kick me.  Do you understand?  Don't.  Do.  It."

Sarah swallowed the lump of rage that had swelled in her throat and continued her work, her loving touch replaced with a hand that was all business.  She lifted Byron's legs and cleaned the mess smeared on his bottom, ending with a sweep between his cheeks.  "I don't know what's gotten into you, teddy, but none of the other caretakers are going to put up with this."

She stopped for a second to think carefully about the words she had uttered.  A species slur?  Where did that come from?  Sarah let out a heavy sigh, feeling profoundly guilty.  She had taken Byron's behavior much too personally... he was only two years old, but she knew better.  "I'm sorry.  Just... please settle down while I finish up, okay?"

Sarah picked up a container of ointment and popped open the top.  As she spread it over Byron's bottom and genitals, she noticed a red bump buried under his fur, not far from his penis.  Parting the hair revealed a tiny red tick tightly clinging to the skin.  She pinched the parasite between two claws and tore it from its hiding place.  Byron let out an ear-piercing scream, then sobbed softly.

"Well, this explains a lot."  Sarah crushed the plump bug between her claws, then rolled it between her fingers before depositing in the diaper bin.  "If there's one thing I hate more than a red tick, it's a perverted one."  She looked down at Byron, and the little cub returned her glance, both understanding that the ordeal was finally over.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," Byron said, blinking away his tears.

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