A trio of straw dummies were sliced completely in half lengthwise, crumbling to the cobblestone floor of the courtyard,
"Ha! Told you I can still kick ass!" Exclaimed the proud and energetic little fox. Unabated that his boasts were coming out as high-pitched and childish as they were, he drew his new sword again and went at the larger wooden target with a dramatic airborne lunge.
Philippe caught his breath and brandished his weapon.
"So these little swords... they're alright." He said, looking at the back and the front of the blade.
"Okay, I'll admit I'm impressed." Conrad said, sat down on a patch of grass nearby. "You only dropped 30 levels. You'll probably be able to keep along with most of the questing."
"I know, right?" Philippe beamed, resting his little sword up over his shoulder, sticking his chest out with pride. He seemed pretty happy with his new clothing, as well. His white jacket, his dark-brown gloves and boots and his light, baggy pants made for a flowing combo that matched his toasty, gray-brown coat nicely.
Conrad noticed, however, an issue emerging in the center of the aforementioned baggy pants.
"Hey!" He said.
"Hey what?" Philippe asked.
"Hey, are you aware that you're wetting yourself again?" Conrad asked.
"What??" Philippe looked down, seeing a massive stain in his pants. He felt warm liquid trickling down his legs. "But... but I..."
Conrad stood up and approached Philippe, who was immediately defensive.
"I'm sorry, I know I said it was just a freak accident before..." Philippe said, referring to a few hours ago, when he had woken up with the side of Conrad's backpack soaked by his overactive bladder after his nap.
"Hey, Philippe, listen..." Conrad said, bending down and putting a hand on Philippe's shoulder. "It's okay. It looks like this is something that's just going to be normal, now."
"Yeah, yeah it's normal." Philippe nodded, before suddenly shaking his head. "Wait, WAIT no, it's not normal, it's just a coinci-"
"Look, Phil. You were transformed really young." Conrad explained.
"...and...?"
"And so you may not be fully potty-trained anymore."
"Ugh!" Philippe rolled his eyes, trying to wiggle away from Conrad's hand. "I already told you, I'll be fine!"
Conrad sighed, and shot Philippe a strong look. A "you really don't want to keep going through this over and over again" look. Eventually, he wore Philippe down and got him to cooperate.
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"Hey!" Philippe exclaimed, trying to keep hold of his pants as Conrad yanked them off. Sitting there now on the bed with nothing but his shirt and gloves, Philippe kept his hands covering up his front as Conrad picked out another pair of pants for him to wear before going out.
"And where are we going to go?" Philippe asked.
"To the store, obviously." Conrad answered, pulling Philippe's new pants up. "You need supplies."
"Supplies?" Philippe whined, already knowing what Conrad was referring to.
Conrad grabbed his pouch and guided Philippe out of their apartment and into the car. (In the cities, magic in the ether ran much more thin, and technology was allowed to proliferate.) 20 minutes later, the two of them were traversing the aisles of the store. Philippe was plotted into the seat in the front of the cart, his feet poking outside the two little openings. He had little but his partner's chest to look at. He tried to cock his head back and identify the signs passing above them, as Conrad drove the cart into the "Baby" aisle.
Conrad took careful note of the various options, until selecting a package of diapers to put into the cart. After that, he put in a tub of wipes, a bottle of powder and various other supplies. Checked out and back in the car, Conrad laid Philippe down in the backseat.
"Wh-what, n-now...?" Philippe resisted.
"Yes, now. We've got to get you in a diaper before you have another accident." Conrad said, unbuttoning and pulling down his pants. "If you can hold it and can make it to the toilet, then you won't need these for long." He added, pulling his briefs down.
"Hey! Hey stop! I mean... come on..." Philippe complained, trying to cover up.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Philippe." Conrad said, sliding his underwear off of his feet entirely. "You can trust me, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you." He said, gently guiding his hand away from his front.
"I know... I know, I just..." Philippe bit his lip, not wanting his questing partner to see him naked like this.
After getting his tail into a position where it wasn't too in the way, Conrad began to sprinkle Philippe's bottom with baby powder. After his bottom came the space between his legs, and then finally his lower groin area. He tore a little hole into the package of diapers, and did up the two tapes around his hips, followed by the third tape around his tail (around 20% of the city population is anthro, and so almost all diaper brands have that third tape just for courtesy. They don't cause any inconvenience for humans.)
Conrad pulled Philippe's pants back up over his diaper, and then put his boots back on and tied them up for him. He put Philippe's underwear in a little satchel.
"You can start wearing these again when you get your bladder control back." Conrad said.
"Okay..." Philippe replied, resigning himself to the facts.