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Hey there folks ^,^ Here's what I was working on over the break! The first story involving my new character Reynard the Treasure Hunter (who is here in case you missed him)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8816264/
Anyway in this story we get to see Reynard on a typical hunt for an artifact to age his body up. He faces rainforests, ruins, and diaper rash to try and find this... oh and a wanna-be achelogist adventurer with a moon sized ego... yeah, nobody said anything about treasure hunting being easy <,<;
This si the first of several stories I have planned so I hope everybody enjoys it and Reynard =3
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! =D
Characters owned by me
Journal Log, week after last Tuesday… I think. Location, somewhere in this Inari forsaken jungle. Status, annoyed and running low on diapers.
It’s been a week and a half since I chose to pursue the rumors of a hidden temple in this thick, untamed jungle and despite making the trip through it smoothly (as smoothly as you can with a jungle anyway) I have yet to see any sign that anything other than monkeys, birds, and horrifyingly big spiders have ever made their home in this place. I tried asking Gaia for help but as usual when I try to get anything from her other than what she agreed to do in our contract she proves to be uncooperative. Am considering abandoning this trip as a lost cause if situation doesn’t change soon…
“Oh for the great mothers sake you little moron the stupid temple is over the next mountain already!”
“Well why didn’t you tell me three days ago!?”
“Cause I thought you could KNOW it was there with those powers of yours!”
“I TOLD you! My power lets me know how to avoid danger, find food, and gives me a GENERAL idea of what’s around me! It DOESN’T act like a radar that says “Oh look, the treasures here”!”
“Well that’s YOUR problem!”
Grumbling Reynard snapped his journal shut and slipped the colorfully bound book and the crayon he was using to write with into one of his pouches. Getting up and brushing the dirt off his tail and butt the chubby little fox sighed before snapping his fingers, making the small campfire in front of him go out. “Best get moving then… soon we find this thing and figure out whether or not it can make me older the sooner I can leave this hot, sweaty place…” he grumbled, starting to waddle off as his companion once again chose to materialize and make her opinion known.
“And when it turns out this ISN’T something to make you older I get it, just like we agreed.”
“Yes Gaia, I know… you bring it up EVERY time we’re treasure hunting…”
He honestly regretted forming a contract with Gaia, sure she changed diapers and could feed him in a pinch… but she made lousy traveling company. Looking at her he sighed again. Like most spirits she was semi-solid, unless they needed to take a physical form, and ethereal. In this case she was an earth mother spirit… but not THE earth mother spirit. She’d just demanded to be called Gaia cause, to quote her “Teaching a toddler to pronounce my name is too much time for me to waste.” Something like that on their first meeting should have tipped him it’d be a rocky relationship, no pun intended.
Like most earth mother spirits she was plump and full figured with huge hips, breasts, and curves like that of an old fertility idol. She was dressed in tan colored wraps forming a dress and a Mesoamerican styled mask and headdress hiding the upper half of her face. She could manifest as almost any species of creature she wanted (without changing her figure) but this time she’d chosen to appear as a brown furred cow. Her mouth was twisted in annoyance with her hands on her hips to further illustrate this as she watched him before snorting.
“Well? Get going! I already just changed you and I ain’t letting you drink till after this is over!”
Reynard rolled his eyes, just his luck he’d get the one earth mother spirit that wasn’t big on the “Mother” part of the job.
**************
Journal Log, few hours after last time. Location, at the temple which was on THIS side of the mountain. Status, less annoyed… slightly.
Turns out Gaia’s ability to know about the local geography isn’t as spot on as she says, she got which side of the mountain the stupid temple was on wrong! Not that I’m complaining to be honest, spares me the hike. The thing looks wreck, half-crumbled, and covered in vines… perfect! This way my power should let me get through it with no trouble, find the magic treasure rumored to be in it, and get the heck out of here! Things are finally starting to
“YIPE!!”
“Well pay attention to staying still when I’m changing you instead of your little coloring book and the diapers won’t get taped to your fur!”
… really wished I’d included a way to terminate Gaia’s contract. Dear Inari I wish I’d included one…
Finally the diaper was properly fastened and Gaia had opted to vanish back to the spiritual realm… which was fine with Reynard. He might have hated being alone but Gaia’s omnipresent attitude was way worse. Slowly waddling forward he looked up at the crumbling archway leading into the ruins. He couldn’t sense any immediate danger coming from it so that meant there was no booby traps… yet, but to be on the safe side he’d have to be quiet and careful…
“HELLO THERE LITTLE ONE!!”
Reynard jumped a good foot in height at the sudden boisterous voice before landing on his bottom. He whined, glad his diaper had thick padding or that would have hurt. Looking up ready to give whoever had said that a big piece of his mind he stopped and just stared. Standing about ten feet from him in an obviously faked pose chosen for dramatic effect was a wolf guy dressed in a rugged shirt, a dark brown jacket, a loose pair of pants with a whip dangling from the belt, and a fedora that matched his coat. He had a big grin on his face and a backpack over his back… which was the only thing that looked like it was made for jungle exploring.
“Your lucked out kiddo! Cause Archeologist Adventurer John has arrived!!” he announced, cracked his whip for emphasis as Reynard just continued to stare for a moment before groaning and shaking his head. The wolf strolled over and bent down to Reynard, still talking in a boisterous manner but now with some condescension thrown in “Now I know I should be wondering what you’re doing out here in the middle of this harsh, unforgiving jungle… but I hear there’s a fabulous artifact in that there ruin.” He said, patting Reynard’s head roughly and pointing “And Archeologist Adventure John is going to be the one to find it and bring it back to civilization to show it to the world! By putting it in a museum where it belongs!”
Reynard smacked himself in the head at that line as he finally remembered where he’d heard this nutjobs name before. He wasn’t too familiar with civilization and technology but once he heard about the concept of a museum, a place old stuff was stored for people to see, he’d checked to see if there was any of them with magical items. This guy’s name kept coming up in all the places he looked… and not in a good way either.
Apparently he was rich and fancied himself an, as he repeatedly said, archeologist adventurer… which meant he felt it was his right to take culturally significant outright dangerous artifacts from where ever he could find them and display them in his museum for the public to see. Which was all well and good except for the fact that most of these items either had powerful magic or equally powerful curses on them which they then inflicted on the poor saps who came to see them. Last thing Reynard had heard there was an incident with the “Mother Idol of the Amazon Bears” that had turned a bunch of unsuspecting tourists into sexy bear girls… what he didn’t understand is why this drove tourism for his museum UP instead of forcing it to be shut down.
He squeaked in surprise as his daydream was interrupted by John scooping him up “So it looks like you get to be my sidekick today kiddo! You’ll get to tell your mother that you saw a real hero in action… if I find her anyway.” He said, still having a big shit-eating grin on his face as he started to stroll into the ruins with a devil-may-care strut “Now lets show this wisdom of the ancient cultures who’s the boss!” he shouted as Reynard squirmed and squeaked out.
“W-wait! S-shouldn’t you have a plan?”
“Archeologist Adventurer John needs no plan! I make it up as I go!”
“… why am I not surprised… and put me down!!!”
****************
Journal Log, probably an hour since last time… man there’s a lot to write today. Location, somewhere on the heart of this temple, next to the idiot. Status, wondering how the hell this guy can set off every booby trap and still survive.
“Awwwwww, that’s cute. You’ve got a little coloring book!”
“Shut up and put me down already!!!”
“But you might get hurt! It is the duty of I, Archeologist Adventure John, to protect my sidekicks!”
“… not your sidekick… and you’ve nearly gotten me killed with you eight times already! I keep telling you where the booby traps are but you won’t listen!!!”
“Trust my Kit”
“My names Reynard!”
“Whatever! Trust me! I know what I’m doing! I’m the best at what I do after all for I am”
Reynard sighed and just tuned John out as he announced himself for what had to be the twentieth time. He was getting desperate at this point. If the booby traps didn’t kill him he’d end his own life just to get away from John’s obnoxiousness. It was time for drastic measures. Looking down at John’s feet he focused and summoned up the powers that were natural to his species... and a small plume of foxfire appeared. It lazily circled through the air for a moment before settling down on John’s left foot as the light crackle of flame and the smell of burning fur fills the air. John looked around in confusion at this.
“… what’s that? … oh my foots on fire again… MY FOOTS ON FIRE AGAIN!!!”
John promptly dropped Reynard and began wildly waving his leg to try and put it out before resorting to holding it up to his face and blowing on it. By the time he finally realized he could dump his canteen on it to put it out Reynard had waddled further down the hall and out of sight. Stopping at an intersection the fox looked down the two diverging paths. The one to the left looked partially crumbled and dangerous... and the one the right looked perfectly safe but made his “danger sense” buzz like a nest of angry bees. Left it was as he waddled down it and struggled to climb over a rubble pile.
As he slid down the other side he heard the footsteps of John “Where are you Junior? The brave hero needs his sidekick to tell people how great he is when he’s too busy to!” the footsteps stopped as Reynard guessed the idiot had reached the crossroads “I bet you went down this path!” John shouted as Reynard listened to his footsteps fade into the distance. There was quiet for a moment before the sound of rumbling, arrows being fired, and swinging blades confirmed that the path to the right had indeed been booby trapped.
“That’ll keep him busy for a while… now to find this treasure…”
******************
Journal Log, don’t care at this point. Location, at the heart of this stupid place. Status, really, really, REALLY PISSED OFF!!!
“Aaargh! Oooph! Ugh! Grrrrrr!!”
“… you can’t reach it can you?”
“WHY DO THEY ALWAYS PUT THEM ON PEDESTALS!?”
“Maybe you could throw your precious rattle at it?”
“Shut up Gaia!”
This was the one part of treasure hunting that wasn’t easy, sort of anyway, for Reynard thanks to his powers. No matter what kind of temple or treasure room he got into ancient civilizations always seemed compulsively intent on putting whatever artifact he wanted well out of reach of toddlers. In this case it was on a tall enough pedestal he couldn’t even see what the heck it was… which would be more impressive if he wasn’t under two feet in height. Grumbling he gave up trying to jump and reach the top of the pedestal in favor of looking around the chamber. Maybe there was a stick or something he could use to try and poke the whatever it was up there down.
There was the pedestal itself, the crumbling stairs leading up to it, the crumbling dome shaped room with the hole in the ceiling right over the thing, John coming through the entrance, and wall carvings but no sticks… wait… JOHN COMING THROUGH THE ENTRANCE!? “Hey there kiddo! Seems my little sidekick led me to the treasure!” John said, not a single scrape on him (which left Reynard utterly dumbfounded), as he roughly patted Reynard’s head “I’ll be sure to give you a lollypop later! Now lets get this back to civilization so I can tell everybody how I found this priceless artifact!” he boasted proudly, scooping what looked to be a carved stone goblet off the pedestal.
“I claim you in the name of Archeologist Adventurer”
SPLASH
John sputtered as it turned out the goblet had been full of water, probably from rain falling through that hole in the roof, and his theatrics when grabbing it splashed it all over him. Before he could say anything more the goblet fell to the ground with a clatter as the wolf shrunk in his clothes. Reynard looked on in surprise as a now six month old wolf puppy sat in his now oversized outfit, his hat covering the infants head and upper body. “DARN IT!!” Reynard stomped his foot angrily and proceeded to go on a little shouting and flailing temper tantrum as the now baby John started to cry.
“It’s just ANOTHER rip off of the fountain of youth!! Why the hell did ancient cultures MAKE so many of these!? Why in name of Inari do I keep finding them!? Why, why, WHY!?”
“… if your done throwing your spoiled little tantrum I believe this is the part I come in? My payment please?”
“… fine… it’s all yours Gaia.”
Reynard pouted as he picked up the goblet, being careful not to touch the spilled water, and held it out as Gaia fully manifested. Making John stop his crying and stare in slack jawed awe. Taking the goblet out of Reynard’s hands the earth mother spirit smiled as the stone cup started to glow brighter and brighter before that glow seeped out of it and into her. The large female spirits body shuddered softly with pleasure as she moaned lightly and let the now magicless cup fall back to the ground.
It was a fairly simple bargain to be honest. Gaia was looking to increase her powers as a spirit and Reynard needed a caretaker to handle the things he couldn’t do while hunting for an artifact to solve his problem. So in exchange for changing, feeding, and other things the fox needed any earth based artifact he found (as in made of stone, metal, wood, etc.) but couldn’t use went to Gaia who used her power to syphon the energy from it and into her. From Gaia’s point of view it was strictly a business arrangement so she didn’t care too much for the whole “Mothering” portion of taking care of Reynard.
“Hope your happy, this whole trips been a waste of time.” Reynard grumbled as Gaia was still too blissed out from her energy absorption to respond, her attitude was remarkable easier to deal with after she’d absorbed some magic. “Might as well start the hike back then…” the fox sighed as a weak whimper reminded him John was still here. The little wolf pup’s eyes were big and tear filled as he looked at Reynard and Gaia pleadingly. “… we could just leave him here.” Gaia suggested “Doubt anybody with sense in their heads would miss him and just think the idiot got himself killed. Heck sure the last part will happen if we leave him out here so that solves itself.” John started bawling in fear.
Reynard weighed out the options on that one. He didn’t really like John and it was the idiots own damn fault he was here… but at the same time while he was willing to let the idiot get himself killed on the booby traps before he wasn’t sure if he was heartless enough to leave an infant behind. He grumbled and rubbed his temples as the pup continued to cry. “… ugh, I can’t do it.” He finally said, his conscious getting the better of him “I’ll summon up a strong wind spirit and see if I can get it to fly us out of here.” Reynard started to pull his shamanism supplies out of the pouches as Gaia pointed at John.
“And what about him?
“We dump him off the moment we get to civilization. I’m sure some nice couple or an orphanage will take the little pain in the diaper.”
“Speaking of which you might want to restock.”
“Greeeeeat, more time in the city…”
“And on the subject of diapers… lay down, you need a change.”
“… THIS is why I hate being a baby! I hate, hate, HATE it!!”
“Yeah, yeah. Stick a pacifier in it.”
The End. Till Next Time…
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8816264/
Anyway in this story we get to see Reynard on a typical hunt for an artifact to age his body up. He faces rainforests, ruins, and diaper rash to try and find this... oh and a wanna-be achelogist adventurer with a moon sized ego... yeah, nobody said anything about treasure hunting being easy <,<;
This si the first of several stories I have planned so I hope everybody enjoys it and Reynard =3
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! =D
Characters owned by me
Foxy Baby
The Temple of DoomJournal Log, week after last Tuesday… I think. Location, somewhere in this Inari forsaken jungle. Status, annoyed and running low on diapers.
It’s been a week and a half since I chose to pursue the rumors of a hidden temple in this thick, untamed jungle and despite making the trip through it smoothly (as smoothly as you can with a jungle anyway) I have yet to see any sign that anything other than monkeys, birds, and horrifyingly big spiders have ever made their home in this place. I tried asking Gaia for help but as usual when I try to get anything from her other than what she agreed to do in our contract she proves to be uncooperative. Am considering abandoning this trip as a lost cause if situation doesn’t change soon…
“Oh for the great mothers sake you little moron the stupid temple is over the next mountain already!”
“Well why didn’t you tell me three days ago!?”
“Cause I thought you could KNOW it was there with those powers of yours!”
“I TOLD you! My power lets me know how to avoid danger, find food, and gives me a GENERAL idea of what’s around me! It DOESN’T act like a radar that says “Oh look, the treasures here”!”
“Well that’s YOUR problem!”
Grumbling Reynard snapped his journal shut and slipped the colorfully bound book and the crayon he was using to write with into one of his pouches. Getting up and brushing the dirt off his tail and butt the chubby little fox sighed before snapping his fingers, making the small campfire in front of him go out. “Best get moving then… soon we find this thing and figure out whether or not it can make me older the sooner I can leave this hot, sweaty place…” he grumbled, starting to waddle off as his companion once again chose to materialize and make her opinion known.
“And when it turns out this ISN’T something to make you older I get it, just like we agreed.”
“Yes Gaia, I know… you bring it up EVERY time we’re treasure hunting…”
He honestly regretted forming a contract with Gaia, sure she changed diapers and could feed him in a pinch… but she made lousy traveling company. Looking at her he sighed again. Like most spirits she was semi-solid, unless they needed to take a physical form, and ethereal. In this case she was an earth mother spirit… but not THE earth mother spirit. She’d just demanded to be called Gaia cause, to quote her “Teaching a toddler to pronounce my name is too much time for me to waste.” Something like that on their first meeting should have tipped him it’d be a rocky relationship, no pun intended.
Like most earth mother spirits she was plump and full figured with huge hips, breasts, and curves like that of an old fertility idol. She was dressed in tan colored wraps forming a dress and a Mesoamerican styled mask and headdress hiding the upper half of her face. She could manifest as almost any species of creature she wanted (without changing her figure) but this time she’d chosen to appear as a brown furred cow. Her mouth was twisted in annoyance with her hands on her hips to further illustrate this as she watched him before snorting.
“Well? Get going! I already just changed you and I ain’t letting you drink till after this is over!”
Reynard rolled his eyes, just his luck he’d get the one earth mother spirit that wasn’t big on the “Mother” part of the job.
**************
Journal Log, few hours after last time. Location, at the temple which was on THIS side of the mountain. Status, less annoyed… slightly.
Turns out Gaia’s ability to know about the local geography isn’t as spot on as she says, she got which side of the mountain the stupid temple was on wrong! Not that I’m complaining to be honest, spares me the hike. The thing looks wreck, half-crumbled, and covered in vines… perfect! This way my power should let me get through it with no trouble, find the magic treasure rumored to be in it, and get the heck out of here! Things are finally starting to
“YIPE!!”
“Well pay attention to staying still when I’m changing you instead of your little coloring book and the diapers won’t get taped to your fur!”
… really wished I’d included a way to terminate Gaia’s contract. Dear Inari I wish I’d included one…
Finally the diaper was properly fastened and Gaia had opted to vanish back to the spiritual realm… which was fine with Reynard. He might have hated being alone but Gaia’s omnipresent attitude was way worse. Slowly waddling forward he looked up at the crumbling archway leading into the ruins. He couldn’t sense any immediate danger coming from it so that meant there was no booby traps… yet, but to be on the safe side he’d have to be quiet and careful…
“HELLO THERE LITTLE ONE!!”
Reynard jumped a good foot in height at the sudden boisterous voice before landing on his bottom. He whined, glad his diaper had thick padding or that would have hurt. Looking up ready to give whoever had said that a big piece of his mind he stopped and just stared. Standing about ten feet from him in an obviously faked pose chosen for dramatic effect was a wolf guy dressed in a rugged shirt, a dark brown jacket, a loose pair of pants with a whip dangling from the belt, and a fedora that matched his coat. He had a big grin on his face and a backpack over his back… which was the only thing that looked like it was made for jungle exploring.
“Your lucked out kiddo! Cause Archeologist Adventurer John has arrived!!” he announced, cracked his whip for emphasis as Reynard just continued to stare for a moment before groaning and shaking his head. The wolf strolled over and bent down to Reynard, still talking in a boisterous manner but now with some condescension thrown in “Now I know I should be wondering what you’re doing out here in the middle of this harsh, unforgiving jungle… but I hear there’s a fabulous artifact in that there ruin.” He said, patting Reynard’s head roughly and pointing “And Archeologist Adventure John is going to be the one to find it and bring it back to civilization to show it to the world! By putting it in a museum where it belongs!”
Reynard smacked himself in the head at that line as he finally remembered where he’d heard this nutjobs name before. He wasn’t too familiar with civilization and technology but once he heard about the concept of a museum, a place old stuff was stored for people to see, he’d checked to see if there was any of them with magical items. This guy’s name kept coming up in all the places he looked… and not in a good way either.
Apparently he was rich and fancied himself an, as he repeatedly said, archeologist adventurer… which meant he felt it was his right to take culturally significant outright dangerous artifacts from where ever he could find them and display them in his museum for the public to see. Which was all well and good except for the fact that most of these items either had powerful magic or equally powerful curses on them which they then inflicted on the poor saps who came to see them. Last thing Reynard had heard there was an incident with the “Mother Idol of the Amazon Bears” that had turned a bunch of unsuspecting tourists into sexy bear girls… what he didn’t understand is why this drove tourism for his museum UP instead of forcing it to be shut down.
He squeaked in surprise as his daydream was interrupted by John scooping him up “So it looks like you get to be my sidekick today kiddo! You’ll get to tell your mother that you saw a real hero in action… if I find her anyway.” He said, still having a big shit-eating grin on his face as he started to stroll into the ruins with a devil-may-care strut “Now lets show this wisdom of the ancient cultures who’s the boss!” he shouted as Reynard squirmed and squeaked out.
“W-wait! S-shouldn’t you have a plan?”
“Archeologist Adventurer John needs no plan! I make it up as I go!”
“… why am I not surprised… and put me down!!!”
****************
Journal Log, probably an hour since last time… man there’s a lot to write today. Location, somewhere on the heart of this temple, next to the idiot. Status, wondering how the hell this guy can set off every booby trap and still survive.
“Awwwwww, that’s cute. You’ve got a little coloring book!”
“Shut up and put me down already!!!”
“But you might get hurt! It is the duty of I, Archeologist Adventure John, to protect my sidekicks!”
“… not your sidekick… and you’ve nearly gotten me killed with you eight times already! I keep telling you where the booby traps are but you won’t listen!!!”
“Trust my Kit”
“My names Reynard!”
“Whatever! Trust me! I know what I’m doing! I’m the best at what I do after all for I am”
Reynard sighed and just tuned John out as he announced himself for what had to be the twentieth time. He was getting desperate at this point. If the booby traps didn’t kill him he’d end his own life just to get away from John’s obnoxiousness. It was time for drastic measures. Looking down at John’s feet he focused and summoned up the powers that were natural to his species... and a small plume of foxfire appeared. It lazily circled through the air for a moment before settling down on John’s left foot as the light crackle of flame and the smell of burning fur fills the air. John looked around in confusion at this.
“… what’s that? … oh my foots on fire again… MY FOOTS ON FIRE AGAIN!!!”
John promptly dropped Reynard and began wildly waving his leg to try and put it out before resorting to holding it up to his face and blowing on it. By the time he finally realized he could dump his canteen on it to put it out Reynard had waddled further down the hall and out of sight. Stopping at an intersection the fox looked down the two diverging paths. The one to the left looked partially crumbled and dangerous... and the one the right looked perfectly safe but made his “danger sense” buzz like a nest of angry bees. Left it was as he waddled down it and struggled to climb over a rubble pile.
As he slid down the other side he heard the footsteps of John “Where are you Junior? The brave hero needs his sidekick to tell people how great he is when he’s too busy to!” the footsteps stopped as Reynard guessed the idiot had reached the crossroads “I bet you went down this path!” John shouted as Reynard listened to his footsteps fade into the distance. There was quiet for a moment before the sound of rumbling, arrows being fired, and swinging blades confirmed that the path to the right had indeed been booby trapped.
“That’ll keep him busy for a while… now to find this treasure…”
******************
Journal Log, don’t care at this point. Location, at the heart of this stupid place. Status, really, really, REALLY PISSED OFF!!!
“Aaargh! Oooph! Ugh! Grrrrrr!!”
“… you can’t reach it can you?”
“WHY DO THEY ALWAYS PUT THEM ON PEDESTALS!?”
“Maybe you could throw your precious rattle at it?”
“Shut up Gaia!”
This was the one part of treasure hunting that wasn’t easy, sort of anyway, for Reynard thanks to his powers. No matter what kind of temple or treasure room he got into ancient civilizations always seemed compulsively intent on putting whatever artifact he wanted well out of reach of toddlers. In this case it was on a tall enough pedestal he couldn’t even see what the heck it was… which would be more impressive if he wasn’t under two feet in height. Grumbling he gave up trying to jump and reach the top of the pedestal in favor of looking around the chamber. Maybe there was a stick or something he could use to try and poke the whatever it was up there down.
There was the pedestal itself, the crumbling stairs leading up to it, the crumbling dome shaped room with the hole in the ceiling right over the thing, John coming through the entrance, and wall carvings but no sticks… wait… JOHN COMING THROUGH THE ENTRANCE!? “Hey there kiddo! Seems my little sidekick led me to the treasure!” John said, not a single scrape on him (which left Reynard utterly dumbfounded), as he roughly patted Reynard’s head “I’ll be sure to give you a lollypop later! Now lets get this back to civilization so I can tell everybody how I found this priceless artifact!” he boasted proudly, scooping what looked to be a carved stone goblet off the pedestal.
“I claim you in the name of Archeologist Adventurer”
SPLASH
John sputtered as it turned out the goblet had been full of water, probably from rain falling through that hole in the roof, and his theatrics when grabbing it splashed it all over him. Before he could say anything more the goblet fell to the ground with a clatter as the wolf shrunk in his clothes. Reynard looked on in surprise as a now six month old wolf puppy sat in his now oversized outfit, his hat covering the infants head and upper body. “DARN IT!!” Reynard stomped his foot angrily and proceeded to go on a little shouting and flailing temper tantrum as the now baby John started to cry.
“It’s just ANOTHER rip off of the fountain of youth!! Why the hell did ancient cultures MAKE so many of these!? Why in name of Inari do I keep finding them!? Why, why, WHY!?”
“… if your done throwing your spoiled little tantrum I believe this is the part I come in? My payment please?”
“… fine… it’s all yours Gaia.”
Reynard pouted as he picked up the goblet, being careful not to touch the spilled water, and held it out as Gaia fully manifested. Making John stop his crying and stare in slack jawed awe. Taking the goblet out of Reynard’s hands the earth mother spirit smiled as the stone cup started to glow brighter and brighter before that glow seeped out of it and into her. The large female spirits body shuddered softly with pleasure as she moaned lightly and let the now magicless cup fall back to the ground.
It was a fairly simple bargain to be honest. Gaia was looking to increase her powers as a spirit and Reynard needed a caretaker to handle the things he couldn’t do while hunting for an artifact to solve his problem. So in exchange for changing, feeding, and other things the fox needed any earth based artifact he found (as in made of stone, metal, wood, etc.) but couldn’t use went to Gaia who used her power to syphon the energy from it and into her. From Gaia’s point of view it was strictly a business arrangement so she didn’t care too much for the whole “Mothering” portion of taking care of Reynard.
“Hope your happy, this whole trips been a waste of time.” Reynard grumbled as Gaia was still too blissed out from her energy absorption to respond, her attitude was remarkable easier to deal with after she’d absorbed some magic. “Might as well start the hike back then…” the fox sighed as a weak whimper reminded him John was still here. The little wolf pup’s eyes were big and tear filled as he looked at Reynard and Gaia pleadingly. “… we could just leave him here.” Gaia suggested “Doubt anybody with sense in their heads would miss him and just think the idiot got himself killed. Heck sure the last part will happen if we leave him out here so that solves itself.” John started bawling in fear.
Reynard weighed out the options on that one. He didn’t really like John and it was the idiots own damn fault he was here… but at the same time while he was willing to let the idiot get himself killed on the booby traps before he wasn’t sure if he was heartless enough to leave an infant behind. He grumbled and rubbed his temples as the pup continued to cry. “… ugh, I can’t do it.” He finally said, his conscious getting the better of him “I’ll summon up a strong wind spirit and see if I can get it to fly us out of here.” Reynard started to pull his shamanism supplies out of the pouches as Gaia pointed at John.
“And what about him?
“We dump him off the moment we get to civilization. I’m sure some nice couple or an orphanage will take the little pain in the diaper.”
“Speaking of which you might want to restock.”
“Greeeeeat, more time in the city…”
“And on the subject of diapers… lay down, you need a change.”
“… THIS is why I hate being a baby! I hate, hate, HATE it!!”
“Yeah, yeah. Stick a pacifier in it.”
The End. Till Next Time…
Category Story / Baby fur
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 432 x 576px
File Size 18.8 kB
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