Kitnapped

Chapter 17: Vendetta

Acceptance did little to quell the wrath of a certain Chinese dragon who had been previously humiliated by Krimson as he spent every waking moment since trying to return the favor. It certainly didn't help ease his frustration when Flora insisted on taking pictures of him dressed like a baby girl. Being a big boy again he was determined to show his new friend just how helpless she really is. The question weighing most heavily on his mind of course being how to achieve this goal?

Unsure of how to proceed Shadow sat in the windowsill staring out over the garden as it rained determined to find a solution to his plight by any means necessary. Sighing as he placed a claw on the pane as streams cascaded down it on the other side. Deep in thought the toddler failed to notice his green guardian appeared behind him until she'd scooped him up into her arms where he was nuzzled into submission.

Seeing as how he was still a bit grumpy Flora proceeded to blow raspberries into his exposed tummy until she finally managed to break through. Once again a giggly, bubbly bundle of joy she carried her precious cargo into the kitchen where to his dismay a highchair was set up. Seeing the confusion in his eyes she attempted to remedy the situation by explaining that his new friend would be coming over later and she needed to test out some of his old baby stuff before they arrived. He groaned as the adult dragon strapped him in and locked the tray in place and pouted as she insisted on feeding him. At least this sudden interest in a family friend's kid gave him plenty of time to reflect on the finer things in life like revenge.

But it wasn't until he spied some laxatives on the counter that everything finally clicked into place. He thanked the Kami when there was a knock at the door which gave the little dragon just enough time to snag them using his tail. Reading the bottle they were industrial strength AND fast acting, " Excellent. "

The future victim of their potency being held firmly on her mommy's left hip, a blue plush dragon and pink diaper bag slung over her right shoulder. The little reddish-orange ball of fluff squirming slightly. It didn't take long to deduce the cause of her outburst given how faded the wetness indicators were upon arrival. The white vixen bounced her a little which only made things worse as she started crying. Shushing her kit gently as she mused things over, " Hmm, you really wet it up didn't you? Not to worry I'll have you cleaned up in a jiffy, sorry Flora but Krimson needs a change. "

Shadow rolled his eyes, " What a baby. "

Immediately he was scolded for his rudeness to their guests, " Like you're one to talk young man now say you're sorry. Or do we need a repeat of yesterday? "

Knowing better than to assume the elder dragon was bluffing he swallowed his pride and mustered an apology under his breath. Thankfully the kitsune were renowned for their heightened senses so it was enough, " S-Sorry... "

The kit smirked behind her paci as the two of them retreated into the den to commence her much needed change. But not before getting the last word in, " See ya awound wittle giwl. "

Dragons weren't well known for their patience throughout history but this particular kitsune warranted special attention. Oh how he would relish seeing her destroy that diaper and with any luck it'll take away the little control she had left. He could hardly wait until they were alone together now that he'd formulated a means of paying her back in full and then some, " It warms my heart to know you're happy to see Clawdia's kit again. "

Shadow, who was resting on Flora's head, nestled comfortably in between her horns as he replied, " You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to some one on one time with that pampered princess. "

His statement gave her no cause to worry, after all he was little more than a hatchling himself. Given the context she may have to intervene once he's older but luckily that was a long ways off, right?