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The train rumbled down the tracks at a brisk 45 kilometers per hour. Before my regression I probably could have kept pace with it on two legs as a sprint, or stayed by it for an hour on all fours. Of course now I could only watch the landscape go by and pray I didn't wet my pants too often.

Worse than the comparison to my former self was the juxtaposition between myself and my temporary caretaker. It wasn't JUST that he was tall and probably strong, though comparing that to my tiny, fluffy, and very weak body wasn't exactly helping. The big difference was that he'd made something of himself, a productive member of society. Here I was just a useless ball of fluff. Worse than useless. I needed other people to take care of me, right down to changing my diapers. 14 years of schooling and I hadn't managed to make anything more of myself than the average three year old. My eyes started to droop, but i crossed my arms and tried to will myself angrily to stay awake.

The girl from the train station must have gotten on recently. She was poking the green gel safety padding, and as his mother was too busy watching a movie on her datapad, wheeeeed and jumped into it, face first, sinking in a good three inches and hanging on the wall.

"DALILA!" she yelled, and stood up, trying to pull the child out of the goop by his shorts.

"You gotta stick your hands all the way in and get im by the waist" my guard said. The deep, resonant voice made me put a paw to my muzzle. Being surrounded by mostly girls and women I hadn't realized how squeaky and high pitched my voice sounded these days.

"First Timer?" he asked the woman as she used a hanky to get bits of goo off the girl before sitting him back in the seat.

"Yeah. Don't tell me the kidults do that too." She turned the squirming girl this way and that, cleaning bits of gel that were, in all likelihood, not there.

"Some take it differently. Some take to it differently"

"Yours give you that kind of trouble?" she asked, smiling at me and waving with a stupid grin on her face. I blushed a bit and waved back, tail thumping in the pram.

"Well, not yet. I'm just taking her home because her parents couldn't be here."

"Awww.. you got on at Hospital station right? She just get out of the vat?"

"Eyup. Just started her second time through. Little sweetie just needed a bit of an adjustment they didn't catch in time.

"Aww, I hope it works out better for you this time" and reached in to give my ears a pet. After weeks in the hospital i didn't hesitate to tilt my head forward to present them for a nice, soothing rub.

Once she was out of human earshot, i peeked back

"I didn't think you were allowed to lie" I harumphed at the officer

"I'm not. Usually. But your procedure is touted as a therapy right?"

I mumbled a bit "you would have made a good Fox"

He snorted into his sleeve. " I'll take it as a compliment. You want some juice?" He opened a compartment in the crib, unfolded a cup for himself and handed me a bottle. Pressing the cup to the crib brought forth an aromatic bouquet of deep, rich, caffeine infused dark gold. How had that been hiding under me the whole time! I leaned over as far as the restraints would allow and sniffed...

"Hey, you want some coffee?"

I murred "yes".... Both the officer and the mother giggled.

"Not for you sweetie. This is for grown ups." the woman unfolded a cup from her pocket and took hers with milk and sugar while my captor took his black.

"And you're not one any more remember? Besides, I heard what happened BEFORE you get your hands on caffeine. Exactly what did you DO to that washing machine?"

I flattened my ears a bit. Figures that wouldn't come under medical confidentiality. I brought the bottle up to my face to hide behind it, and with my mouth drooling from the coffee couldn't resist putting the nipple into my mouth and slaking my thirst with the sweet, cool juice and hoped he wasn't evil enough to plan that on purpose

"Can I pet the baby puppy?" The girl asked.

"Oh hon that's a Kin not a puppy they're people too remember?"

"Peoplepuppypuppypeople!" and bounced up at the side of the carriage.

The mother looked at me skeptically, seeming to think. She pressed a few buttons on her data pad with one hand while holding her child back and mmhmmmed.

"I thought so... she's not going to bite is she? I seem to remember a certain fox with similar markings having a bit of trouble with that..."

I shook my head side to side. Mister Sven vouched for me. "I'm pretty sure that was a one time deal. Even before.. Well..."

"You'll be a good little girl?"

I nodded before i realized what i was agreeing to.

"And you promise not to bite?"

I nodded up and down.

"Awww.. she didn't even take the bottle out of her mouth." she scooted over a few seats closer and hoisted her daughter up onto the chair, eliciting a soft crinkle.

"Do nice..." she told the girl, and demonstrated by slowly stroking along my ears. "And don't go near the eyes"

"She really does think like a little girl doesn't she? Is she still... you know? There?"

"I'm not permitted or qualified to speak on her mental condition. But I wasn't kidding about the washing machine"

The girl not only followed his mother's instructions, she helped hold my bottle. My paws didn't seem to be able to hold up the weight, and fell to my sides slowly, drooping in time with my eyes. I drank in the tea, suckling, relaxing. Suckling, relaxing,

"She's good. Does she have a little brother or sister at home?" Sven asked.

"Not yet but we've been getting her ready with a doll. We had to bribe her with a puppy though, and promise not to tell any of her friends. She doesn't like being thought of as "girly". Looks like it's paying off."

"You weren't supposed to tell ANYONE mom..." the girl huffed.

The train turned slowly, putting the sun on my face through the skylight and washing the world in orange even through my closed eyes. The soother, early hour, and bottle were more than enough to put me under, and soon i was snoring away down the tracks.

I tried to sit up, and whimpered when the restraint harness stopped me. The carriage was nice enough to bring me up into a sitting position though. I squirmed my legs a little bit at the squish, tucking my tail and hoping no one else noticed.

"Oh hey, look who's awake." Sven said, looking up from his foldable pad. "How'd you sleep?"

Both grown ups took my non committal grunt as a good thing.

"I was always worried about getting taken down that young. I went around the other way, but waited till I was 30 so I wouldn't have to go through this again. She looks so cute she's making me rethink that plan... " The mother was holding onto her daughter, who had fallen asleep in the sun and was drooling steadily.

"Couldn't tell you myself, this is my first time." Great. Mister Sven had managed to become a cop his first time around. He was definitely doing something with his life. Meanwhile I felt my bladder trying to give way, and after a few moments of squirming it did. I tried to hide the relief at the warm rush into the already wet padding but...

"awww.. I recognize that face. " she pet my ears soothingly "No point holding it in honey there's nowhere to go." hey.. I ..didn.t Want. to. Be..soothed..murrr.. What was i worried about again? "Maybe i did make the right call..." she pondered to herself.

"That's not what you told me" the girl woke up, rubbing his eyes. Her mother tsked. "Because she's a baby and you're a big girl" She looked up and, seeing the sign was green, shooed her daughter towards the bathroom.

"Nottabab.." i mumbled into my tail. Even with that limited, fluffy audience the lie died on my lips as the woman put my pacifier back in my muzzle.

"15 minutes until the terminal"

Dylila came out of the bathroom running into and bouncing off of the walls , and leaped into the gel again.

Her mother pinched the bridge of her nose. "That stuffs oxygenated isn't it?"

"Eyup" Sven replied, looking at the pad.

Mom went back to reading.

Seventeen minutes and one extraction later we waved goodbye. I was wheeled out into one of the larger train stations on the planet and felt my jaw drop in wonder.

The station was designed to seem enormous to a full grown adult human. To a FoxKin child it was positively planetary in scope. I had to lean back in the carriage to even try to see the famous Unity Sculpture. Humans and kin carved in basalt, marble, limestone, chert , and jasper interlinked arms and held up the ceiling. I'd never noticed it in 2d, but looking at it in person if you tilted your head just a little bit some of the art deco design elements looked a little like old fashioned circuitry.

Sven smirked "If you could see your face right now.." the carriage popped up a digital display of a cubs face mouth agape and eyes shining in wonder, tail thumping behind her as she stared up at the ceiling.

Sven sighed. "Right. City Settings. You know what as long as you're around could I get a copy of that?"

I huhed? And nodded, Looking around at all the people and trying to sort through the deluge of smells. Most were light skinned, but there was a family of nut brown, wrinkle skinned humans of circumpolar stock chomping away on some fried garnishes in very bright shorts and shirts. Odors of food wafted up from down below, prompting my guardian to hold me back with his hand. "Whoa there smallfry, do I need to get the restraints again?" I sat back and crossed my arms, stomach grumbling.

"We got some time till the next train. Out ticket was changed to wait for a different kids car. Good news, no pram heading north. Better news, If you can hold out for about half an hour I can get you the best hotdogs in the city...

"Granby!" Sven was a little out of breath from jogging all this way, but his call still managed to cut across the noise of the city. I was a little skeptical that it was faster than the train, but it was definitely more fun. Couldn't hang my head out of the train. "Got a special surprise for you"

The place certainly didn't look it from the outside. Concrete planter boxes sort of framed off a small courtyard with an even smaller... shack was probably the right word even if it was a bit charitable. Even the well done hand painted decorations couldn't save it, though the fact that a large number of them seemed to be Kin was a good sign.

" Something better than your pretty face I hope? " A curious figure replied in a gravely voice, moving through the tables with a grace that belied his girth. He was almost round, and all the hair missing from the top of his shiny head apparently migrated to his forearms. With a rib crushing hug he picked Sven up off the ground as easily as Sven could have scooped me up.

Once on his feet and breathing Sven wheeled me over to the counter in the corner while he started to catch up and talk about crashball. A server came around the back of the building and filled up a watering can from a spigot badly placed in the middle of a bear painting so it looked like the bear was peeing into the can. I snickered into my paws , and looked for some of the other pictures. There was an Otter swim team. The border on the bottom looked like a bunch of Rats from the Roden Rebellion of 48 92 if their armbands were accurate. And right in front of me I was face to face with a new painting of a Fox happily opening his muzzle to chow down on a mustard covered hotdog. A male Fox with a particularly large front right canine...

"H..HEY!.. Thatsme!" I pointed, interrupting the grown ups conversation.

"Yes that's a fox like yo...." Granby stopped talking to look at me, really look at me.

"Oh no way!" he smiled and took my paw, giving it a shake. "Nice to meet you..."

Sven cut him off looking around. "No names"

"...little guy. You're still you in there, right "

I stuck my tongue out at him. "I'm fine. I'm told the adjustments were minimal. "

"Yeah well. Get an independent scan first chance you get. Glad they didn't fry your brain along with...hey hold on. Which of you are working and which of you are hanging out? Table four needs their dogs"

A gaggle of bioteen waitresses giggled. One came over and pinched Granby's cheek. "You're so cute when you yell! Just like when you set up your first stand on the corner right there. "

"Yeah, well, maybe if you worked hard you'd own your own restaurant by now too. "

She giggled. "Why bother? This is just for something to do anyway" and sauntered off.

"Relax Gran. Bout the waitstaff too. They haven't done the kinds of alterations you're talking about in what, 20 years?"

Gran's mustache shot out like a squids arms when he snorted. " Unless they infantilize someone. Not that most of those creeps don't deserve it. You act like that's a long time. I'll bet that hot dog against your badge that the judge that ordered that is still on the bench. And will be for another 100 years minimum. I'm surprised you didn't make him keel over in a heart attack though" an enormous fist of a hand ruffled my ears, leaving a bit of relish behind. " "You're welcome! HA! That was great. Shame you can't profit from that meme."

I tilted my head some.

"Don't encourage he.. Him. And I don't want to restart this old argument now. On the way back gladly."

"Wait what were you two argu.." Sven handed over a hotdog covered in fresh coarse ground mustard.. It just hit me they were what was being grown in the pots. I lost my train of thought biting through the thick skin with a little pop and tearing into the synthmeat below. Sven took a great deal of care trying to bite into the Rube Goldberg pile of relish, pickles, and tomatoes without losing anything or getting it on his shirt and ALMOST succeeded. To drink i got a teddy bear shaped sippy cup with cool, fresh juice. Pineapple, apple, were the two biggies. Wasn't sure about the rest.

"And don't forget what they did to poor Bruin. That was what.. 10 years ago?" Grady took advantage of not having his mouth full to open.

" It's gotten better." a few more pickles wound up on the parking lot ground, under the table.

" Squirrels el get those. Has it really gotten better?t" Grady looked at me as he asked.

" Yes. That wasn't a misdemeanor by any stretch. Bruins Judge got an honorable but early retirement party. He's not making those decisions anymore, that's what's important"

"He shoulda got what he gave Bruin" the cook put in.

"I do have a point to settle in your favor when we get back though" Sven held his fingers almost touching. "A very small point."

"Me?"

"... smaller. If possible" he teased, and ruffled my headfur."

Sven then not so subtly moved the conversation away from Kin politics and back to crashball. But at least I got a second hotdog out of it, to go.

"Are you SURE you don't have to go?"

"YES"

"Positive"

"YES!" I huffed. Back at the train station we were waiting. Sven was watching a taxi cab race. I was trying to lean far enough over the side to watch the crash ball game in the bar. One of the swingers went around the side of the field and SLAMED his elbow into a jumpers head causing a spray of teeth and blood to fly out on the podium and...a camera must have seen me, because the vid screen paused the game, ran a commercial and scrolled "child watching. Video will resume when child is removed"

An angry awwww rose from the entire bar.

"Hey buddy, move your kid around the corner we're trying to watch the game here."

"Hu..OH! Sorry..." Sven said, and pulled the carriage back a bit.. " WHAT are you doing? You don't even LIKE crashball..."

"No, I don't follow the teams. I still watch the games sometimes"

"Sorry kiddo, gonna be a while before you can see it again without the censor. Might scar you mentally"

"It wasn't that bad..." but to be honest my stupid girly brain made me wince at the memory of another impact.

"The Tundra Express Will be arriving in 15 minutes." a computerized announcement saved me.

"Ermm...." i started to fidget.

Sven sighed. "You have to go now don't you?"

I nodded.

"Kids. Every time.. I swear...."

"It's not my fault! I didn't make my stomach."

"The tundra express will be delayed 5 minutes..."

"Oh good, we don't have to hurry..." i said hopefully, hopping off the train shaped potty. I didn't like thinking of it that way, but there was really no other word for it. Sven turned me about despite my protests and started to wipe me.

"HEY! I can get that..."

"We're WHY there's a delay. Let's try not to keep everyone waiting okay?" I tried to hold still, but he was waving my tail back and forth trying to get underneath.

"I thought you've done this before...."

"None of my kids have big fluffy tails. Hold still.

He shimmied the extra thick padding up my tail, had me hold onto it and hoisted me up onto the changing table. I felt my ears warm and droop as i was put spread legged onto the cushy surface, acutely aware of what Sven was seeing, or not seeing, between my legs. It wasn't something I'd thought about nearly as much as with the female nursing staff changing me.

"This is kind of awkward for me too. Just move your legs a little, no, wait, not that way. Hold the tail stil...stop wagging your tail you're getting powder all over the.. Ptooh...."

"The tundra express will be delayed an additional..." we walked out the door to the bathroom, giving nearly identical looks of embarrassment as we hustled onto the train with a mixture of dirty looks and knowing smirks from the other passengers. "Thirty seconds. All aboard"

This train was at least twice as wide as the other one, giving Sven plenty of time to slow down once he was past the closing doors. "Good news kiddo, you don't need to be in the pram for this one" A sudden sensation of weightlessness filled me and i was flying up and into and a crib made out of semi solid safety gel, and bounced twice off the floor before settling in with a jiggle and a "wheee..." He tossed the pink blanket inside and whispered. "Try to keep your legs covered okay? "

"They're gonna recognize me" I said, wrapping up in the blanket, feeling slightly nervous looking up at the largest crowd of people I'd seen since up close my transformation. The spacious car was by no means cramped, but there were a lot of families here. Mother's, fathers, daughters sons. The humans ranged from chestnut brown to so white I was surprised they weren't bald like Miss Rabuka. There was even a Momma bear in a long pink skirt looming over the crowd despite being seated. Her cub was in the crib...sorry, "child safety area" next to mine, visibly trying to keep herself awake despite drooping eyes.

"It's easier to hide in a crowd. Just don't attract any attention" Sven was looking at a data pad with some of the passenger's pictures on it, with the mother bears picture ranked near the top. "Well that's a relief..." he muttered, and gave my ears a pet. I didn't see what was to relieving. The Sow saw that I was next to her child, stared at me, and without thinking i dropped my eyes down. She nodded, and went back to watching her data pad. I could still feel her eyes on me though.

"So THAT'S what it takes to get you to behave. Now I know who to hire for a sitter."

I stuck my tongue out, but at least my guard offered some milk and cookies to go with the snark. Too bad there was no way to dunk them in the bottle. A boy who looked to be around six wearing dinosaur costume pajamas put his dinosaur head up against the bars and roared. I giggled a bit and shared one of the cookies with the "T rex" who rared again.

"Shhh... you'll wake the baby" His father chided. Pointing at the almost sleeping bear.

"Notta baby I'm two hundred and six." she complained. The Mama bear leaned in put a teddy human in her arms and put a blanket over her. "Go to sleep mom. You'll be there when you wake up. "

"This is undignified...." the baby bear protested

"Well, next time be more careful where you aim the hang glider.

Sven got himself seated down in the seat and mmmd. "Comfy" at the shape conforming padding. "And check this out. " he tapped a the wall and it not only showed the window, but let in a breeze from outside. I sniffed at the grease and ionization, and sickly sweet smells of water and garbage a city produced no matter how fast the sanitation bots tried to keep up and let the wind blow back my ears.

I watched the world roll by. It really did feel like the world was moving around the train it was so still. The city gave way for forests, which gave way to apple orchards ripe with fruit, which in turn gave way to forests. Which.. Stayed forests for a while. The "window" closed as I taped the datascreen on the crib to look at my selection. There was the view from the scout car, running half a mile in front of the train so... pretty much the same as the train. An educational channel, and a bunch of kids cartoons, some of which weren't bad. I flicked on toy wars, about rival groups of toys coming to life and fighting each other.

"Found something you liked?" Sven asked.

I ermmmed... blushing. "It'll do. Nice thing about waking up from the vat there's almost a whole year of tv waiting for me. " i pointed. "This is basically the battle of Adwa."

He looked at a teddy bear with an army of plastic army figurines behind him calling over the bed for another teddy bear, holding a plastic cup with the string cut off.

"Uh huh.

It didn't help when the raptor pajama'd boy perked up "Ooo toy wars..." and started watching my screen too. Svens grin grew bigger.

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice" I told him , and wrapped myself up in the blanket. My tail poked out , and as anything that soft and fluffy looking in a boys reach would, it attracted his hand to start petting it. A sense of warmth and well being similar to when my ears were pet started to flow through me, and the objection in my muzzle was replaced by my thumb.

"She okay with that?" the boy's father asked. How did everyone know I was a gi...oh. Right. Pink blanket. They could see it was pink, not some amorphous shade that might be red or pink.

"Looks it.

We were a few hours into the trip when the train stopped. We could see on the view screen that a baby mammoth had wandered out onto the tracks and was flapping their ears at the scout car and charging at it. Backing up and doing it again. A mother mammoth came over and none to gently shoulder blocked the child off the tracks.

"Awwwww" all three kids in the section and no small number of adults said at once.

A food cart came around for dinner. Mac and cheese, and a small mammoth shaped buttered roll filled me up in no time. I traded one of my cookies for a few bites of the bears lemon marang pie, but when the boy tried to do the same for the boys chocolate cupcake flagged a warning from the train.

"I wasn't gonna..." i told Sven as the boy was picked up and taken to the bathroom.

"I know" he gave my ears a pat. "Miss Mikhailov is going to look after you for a second okay?"

And headed towards the front of the train.

The Bear in question, or rather just her head, lowered down into the crib and gave her cub and myself a sniff. "Let's make this a two for one" she said, and easily picked us up one in each paw and took us to the family bathroom. Curling my tail between my legs apparently made for an easy ball sized carrying package, but slightly harder to change. She put us both on the safety gel changing table and stripped our bottoms off.

"RUBY! Not in front of the first timer..." the little Bear was wide awake now, fussing and kicking.

"Wha.. hey! I'm not a first timer..." i shot back. "I'm eighte..nine.." did birthdays in the vat count?

"Wait really? She looked at me in shock. "Oh. Sorry. You just seemed.. You know. Okay with all the babying. And showing off your diaper. As a second timer you really ought to be toilet trained by now. You're what, Bio seven? Eight?"

"FIVE!" I corrected.

"I told you, some furs can be mature enough to accept their limitations." the mama Bears rumble instantly had my attention. "Hold this" she said, and handed me my T shirt, flicked the sides of the diaper off with surprisingly dexterous claws, rolled it in a ball and pulled, tugging on my tail a little. I curled up a little , conscious of my nakedness. But she just took a paw the size of my.. Well. All of me and rubbed it up and down my belly for a few minutes in slow circles.

"Oh real mature..." she teased, but I barely noticed. A warm cloth was run over my slit gently, and my bottom got a very thorough cleaning. I squeeled and wriggled a bit. "So..sorry I can't..."

"Shhhh. It's alright." her tongue covered my entire head in a lick, and when i opened my eyes the padding was on.

"See how fast it goes when you cooperate?" The Sow told her mom, who lifted her legs and held them still. "I can be mature. You got lucky the first time but you are SO getting the cutest outfits when it's my turn to look after you again"

"Mhm..." she payed the lil cub no mind as she got her dressed as well. We were cradled in her tree like arms and walked outside. Sven looked mildly relieved to see me and gave me ears a pat once i was settled into my cri.. Safety area.

The Kin got bottles, the human got a sippy cup. None of us were happy, but after a few minutes and sideways glances we started to drink. And slump. The someone picked "Pretty Pony Princesses" to watch, and we had a small bout of "did not" in between sips. The sun sank over the horizon, and we sank down with it, slumping together where our cribs met, someone snoring like a rusty saw through a pine knot.

I awoke briefly, feeling a sudden urge to go, but slumped back down feeling the pleasant warmth trickle between my legs and well up at the waterproof shell.

Then I was being woken up for real. Sven had me in both arms, wrapped in the blanket. He made me wave goodbye to the lil Bear cub, the human was already gone. We traveled off the car, waved by to the train, and stopped in the bathroom for a quick change, probably done all the quicker because I was mostly asleep. The cold night air hit me as we walked out though, perking my ears and waking me up like a shot.

"Where are we?"

"Now you wake up... Naslow station. It's a car ride from here. You want to run around a bit? " The change had given the chance for everyone else getting off here to make their way out by car or bus.

OOOO. I didn't get to ride in one of those often. I'd either gotten a train, bus, or anything in town, my own two feet. (Four if mom wasn't watching). I got down on all fours and ran around the half dome shaped car. Its turtle like appearance enhanced by the green color and hexagon shaped moosecatchers.

"Greetings Officer. Are you ready to begin your journey?" the car asked. "We are behind schedule but not overly so"

Sven was taking the chance to stretch his own overly long legs "Yeah, just a second "

"Please allocate time to remove master Vulpine from the moose catcher"

"Nah I got i..." Sven started and blinked as i darted between his legs and LEAPED onto the hood, smacking into the gel with a WOMPF and sinking in a little. He wrapped me up in the blanket as he got me out and took another lap around the car.

"Please allocate time to re extract master Vulpine from the gel"

"What are you..." the officer looked down to see the bundle of blankets in his arms, along with a teddy bear, while I'd slipped out the bottom and run under the car. He dashed around one way, then the other, not even coming close to catching me until i jumped as high as i could, not quite getting my uplifted paws onto the roof.

"An easy asignment they said. A nice relaxing trip they said. I'd rather be back at the drunk tank...shame we can't diaper them though." he buckled me into the seat and while his hands were occupied, gave him a big LICK on the cheek. "Do you WANT the TV to play pretty pretty ponies for the rest of the trip?" he pulled a game console over and handed me a toy steering wheel. "Here, you can pretend you're driving" I stuck my tongue out at him.

Without further ado he buckled himself in and drove off. The road alternated between winding around the sides of the mountains and going through tunnels. The moon and stars shone down over oaks, hemlocks, and maples clinging majestically to a granite mountainside

"Ooo pretty" I said, and pointed with one hand, my other "steering" the car."

"Both hands on the wheel squirt. It's good practice..." He hmmed. "Otto, how long have you been driving?"

"Since the parking lot sir."

"What are the chances of getting manual control?" and flashed his ring at the console, as if it needed the reminder.

"I'm sorry sir. But it is night, you are outside of your district, and there is a baby in the car. You can pretend you're driving if you want. Tomorrow on the way back, if the weather is good" he stuck HIS tongue out at the computer and folded his arms.

In response to my giggle he dug a soother sausage from his pocket and held it out palm flat "IF you're good an..." I nommed it, having put him through enough tonight.

We both "drove" for a bit, Sven looking confused when i tapped the brake. A raccoon ignored the lights flashing on the side of the road and walked out. The car had no trouble stopping in time.

"Oh that's no fair he can see in the dark...Computer, night vision."

"He was winning before that" the computer put in. I wasn't sure if he was serious or just wanted to make me feel better. Or Sven worse.

After few minutes of boring silence and broody thinking I decided to ask Sven something that had been on my mind since the Hot Dog Shack.

"So you and your friend, Grandy, were arguing about me?"

Sven winced. It was probably a good thing he wasn't driving. "More like friendly political discussion. He's kinda big into the Kin rights thing."

"Oh...so...you think i should ahh uhmm...?" and fidgeted with my tail, lip whimpering a little.

"Well definitely not.. This..." he gestured a hand up and down. "Maybe spend your summer vacation doing community service. Anger management classes. Conflict resolution program. Something along those lines."

"I WAS..." wow my voice was shrill when i was mad. "I wasn't angry. I was sca..not angry."

"Not even a little?" The cop asked.

"He punched me in the snout. Hard! And sat on me. What was i supposed to do? I couldn't breathe."

"Avoid the situation entirely. Run and call someone. Carry a com. Or if you'd been trained, come around the corner at a wider angle...Assuming the report is right. You didn't ask to be, but you ARE carrying lethal weaponry kiddo. Or were. That gives you more responsibility to avoid trouble. And if you didn't and it still went south you could have passed out and an ambulance would have been there in time before anything serious happened."

"I scoffed at that. "My brains harder to fix than his..."

Otto cut in by HOONNNNNNKing the horn at a moose on the side of the road. The moose in turn munched on some branches and stared blankly at the car. The biologics in the car settled on agreeing to disagree in silence.

The road started to blur as it went by. Daydreams turned into real dreams, which turned into half waking half sleeping notions of being carried. The cold on my nose was the only thing that told me it wasn't a dream. I looked up to see a sprawling, multi winged building sitting atop a small hill. Standing in the light of the doorway was an enormous Wolf in a dark jumpsuit, who waved a baseball sized paw at our car.

"Hey, sh..he out?" the Wolf "whispered", or at least said breathily. A human probably could have heard him from the playground down the hill.

"Kind of. They're all yours" he ruffled my headfur. "Good luck kiddo. " and handed me over.

The Wolf held me awkwardly at arms length for a second "Yer kinda late for the tour. Let's just say "welcome home" and get you to bed okay?"