Starbuck focused on his game, ignoring the odd, little pain in his belly. It would go away in a minute or two, it always did. He squinted at the screen and stuck out his tongue with effort. His fingers tapped lightly on the buttons as his character dodged around the screen with speed and grace, and—
The sound of a large, messy accident almost made him lose his concentration. It was a wet, heavy sound, the kind a big load had when it all fell out at once. He glanced over at Flynn in the other car seat to find him snoring, drooling onto his shirt… and sure enough, there was a brown bulge in the seat of his diaper. Starbuck grinned to himself and turned his attention back to more important things. His tail flopped down on the seat besides Flynn’s.
“Are you boys okay back there?” Flynn’s mommy asked from up in front, her ears having perked upon hearing the telltale tail.
“We’re fine!” said Starbuck. He grunted a little as he concentrated on not dying. “I think Flynn just pooped his diaper, though…”
“Flynn’s been messy for a while,” she said, smiling into the rear view mirror. “Look again, Starbuck. I think a certain someone’s diaper is matching his fur again.”
Starbuck felt his ears flattening as he looked down. A rich brown was smeared all the way down his lumpy diapered front. Of course, now that he saw it with his own two eyes, he felt it too; a thick, slimy paste that squelched around when he shifted even the slightest amount in his car seat. He’d filled his diaper without ever feeling it.
He felt his cheeks flushing. Did she really have to do that? Calling him a brown dragon wouldn’t be so bad if… we’ll, other parts weren’t frequently brown, too. He opened his mouth to protest the indignity, but got stopped by a cramp shooting through his stomach. His tail was already lifting up again…
Flynn snored away, blissfully lost in a dream of adventure in the hundred acre wood. The poor kiddo was completely zonked out. He didn’t hear anything of Starbucks second messing, or the childish cursing that followed. He wouldn’t wake up while being carried to the tailgate for an emergency roadside change; his snoring hitched a bit while his mom cleaned him up, but never once did he slip out of deep sleep.
When Flynn woke up hours later, his diaper was damp and he was still clutching Tigger close. He rubbed his eyes and yawned; Starbuck was slumped over, snoring away. His switch had run out of batteries.
“Are we there yet mommy?” Flynn asked, hugging Tigger closer.
“Not yet, sweetie,” said his mommy, turning her head slightly to smile at him. “We’re really close though! Why don’t you color your book for a while? You do that, and we’ll be home before you know it.”
Her tail deftly grabbed up his Winnie the Pooh coloring book and some crayons from the diaper bag on the passenger seat, handing them back to her damp little drake. Flynn eagerly took it and opened a page to Tigger and friends, and was so busy coloring he didn’t notice the pacifier hanging from his mother’s tail until it was carefully pressed into his mouth. He grinned his thanks before going back to scribbling, happily suckling his paci without another word.
Text by GibsonScratch
Draw by CatMonkShiro
Yes it sure seems like both the cubs needs to have there diaper changed now. It moste be pretty stinky inside the car now from two messy diapers. I sure hope that there mother dont have to match of a problem whit that? But i sure think that she is use to that sort of smell whit two cubs still in diapers.