Zootopia: The Padded Predator Policy (private with Chancellor Castro)

[iamjohndoe]

Nick Wilde and Finnick Zerda were best friends growing up, and two of the only predators in their class at school. Which meant that whenever Miss Jeri, their giraffe teacher, had to give a lesson on the difference between predators and prey, she almost always use Nick as a volunteer (since Finnick would always be a poor sport). Right now, she was spending lunch preparing for the next lesson, knowing she'd have to use Nick as a guinea pig again.

The two foxes were outside eating, and Finnick was watching the other kids. He'd started to notice a pattern. "Look at Felica's rump," he said, pointing at the lamb, whose skirted behind did seem less poofy than normal. "She's totally not wearing a nappy, yo. There's less and less nappies around here lately. What's with that?"

[Bellhart]

"I think she's been potty trained" Nick said, following where Finnick was pointing. He shifted a bit on the bench, feeling his school-issue nappy crinkle slightly as he moved, frowning slightly at the feeling. He didn't particularly like the white, utilitarian garments that school policy said he had to wear. The nappies that mummy bought from the supermarket were much better in his opinion. They were much more comfy, plus they had cool designs on them.

School issue nappies weren't uncomfortable, they just weren't as comfy as the ones he wore at home. At least the school nurse - a kindly and gentle aardvark called Mrs Shelly - always used lots of powder on him. That helped a bit.

"Are we the only ones still in nappies?" he asked finick.

"Oh! wait, Fred still has them!" He pointed to a lion boy playing quietly in the sandpit of the playground. Fred was friends with them both, but he was incredibly shy and usually liked to be left alone. He looked around a bit more, but the rest of the kids they could see were too far away to tell if they were still padded.

Nicks face suddenly lit up with realisation. "Do you think this means we'l get to use the potty soon to?!" he exclaimed excitedly. "We're like the only ones left in class, so we should be soon, right?"

Nick had been excited about the possibility of potty training for a while now, and his mum had promised he'd get to train soon if he was a good boy and behaved himself. He had even started trying to hold it in when he felt the need, rather than just let go into his nappy. By now he could hold his bladder far almost five full minutes if he concentrated properly.

He winced slightly as felt the feeling of his full bladder. He had a tendency to practice holding whenever he could, even during lunch break.

A slight vibration and slight "beep" noise coming from his nappy belt brought his attention away. He looked down and saw that the normally green light on the side of the belt had turned to warning yellow.

"Stupid belt" Nick muttered as he shifted into a more comfortable position. What was the stupid point in it giving him shocks? He always wet and messed his nappies like a good boy, didn't he? Sure, he was trying to learn to hold it, but he still used the nappy eventually didn't he?

He sighed as he adjusted himself, taking a moment to relax and stop trying to hold it in. After a few seconds, a slight hissing sound started coming from the nappy, as Nick voided his bladder. Upon detecting this, the warning light changed back to green. Nick shuffled slightly, getting used to the new but familiar warm feeling against his crotch.

"I can't wait to start training." "What about you Finnick? you excited to start using the potty?"

(How old are they meant to be?)

[iamjohndoe]

Nick might not have noticed that the only mammals in diapers were preds, but Finnick sure did. But he kept this observation to himself. Nick's dreams and wishes were always so pure. Finnick wasn't going to pop that bubble.

When Nick's belt turned yellow, Finnick put his head in his paws and leaned in. "Ooh, someone's gotta go!" he teased. "Watcha gonna do, Nick?" And this hissing gave him as answer. As if there was any other choice, he thought. There was only ever one option for either of them: when they had to go, they used their nappies, or they would get shocked until they did. Finnick often held out for longer than Nick, but even he had to eventually give in.

Speaking of which, the light on Finnick's nappy belt was currently yellow, as it had detected that he was holding in his bowel movement.

"Me? Use the potty? Nah, nappies are fine for me. I just don't like being told when to go." He glared at his yellow light. "Look at it! Stupid thing wants me to stink up while we're eating. No thanks. I'll poop my nappy when I feel like it."

Almost as if the belt heard his answer and was dissatisfied, it shocked him. It didn't hurt, since it was the first warning shock, and the belts on cubs tended to be less powerful, but it was uncomfortable enough to make him grimace. "I said no!" he shouted at the belt.

(Wasn't really thinking of a specific age, to be honest.)

[Bellhart]

Nick looked at his friend in concern. He had no idea why Finnick insisted on always being so confrontational. Especially since they'd be potty training soon. He didn't like seeing his friend hurt himself.

"Just go and make poopie Fin." He said anxiously. "I don't mind the smell of a pooey nappy. No one really does".

"And you know what Mrs Shelly will be like if she finds you've been holding it in." He added, knowing that the threat of adult punishment might work better than appealing to their friendship.

He looked down at his meal tray, and used the plastic spoon to eat another mouthful of oatmeal. Nick never really questioned why some mammals used normal cutlery and others - like him and Finneck - used bulky, colourful plastic ones. Or why some got their drinks in sippy cups. It didn't matter to Nick very much. The school always gave them generous portions, and the meals were always good.

He felt a brief pressure appear in his gut before it dissipated just as quickly. He realised he'd need to make poo poo fairly soon as well. He hoped he didn't end up having to do it in the middle of class. It was always a bit embarrassing and intimidating when that happened.

Even when the Miss Jeri praised him for making messies and insisted it was normal and healthy, he couldn't quite get comfortable with messing in front of his class and friends.

(Maybe around aged 7-9?)

[iamjohndoe]

"Maybe I mind," said Finnick. He gripped his spoon in a fist and banged it on the table. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Why wasn't he able to explain this? Nick was always nice and tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but Finnick wasn't fooled as easily. He could tell that he and Nick were being singled out, that they weren't allowed to do things the other kids were, like handle scissors or ride bikes without training wheels.

But Nick had a point; if Mrs Shelly found out, things would get worse. "Fine," he said, pouting. He got up off the picnic bench where they had been eating and bent over it, his padded rump sticking out and his tail twitching. He gave a soft grunt and began to push a firm load into the seat of his diaper.

Finnick was proud of his poops. It was one thing he could control, or at least one thing he tried to control. "You like watching your best friend make a poopie?" he asked with a smirk. He realized that Nick hadn't pooped yet today, and would probably need to soon.

[Bellhart]

"Woah, you really pooped a lot!" Nick exclaimed. He felt a sigh of relief as he saw the light on Fin's nappy belt turn green again. The device obviously satisfied with his actions for now.

Nick could smell the mushy mess trapped inside Fin's nappy. What he had said about not minding the smell was true, but that didn't mean he didn't notice it.

He could have bet money on what would happen next. Fin almost always mushed his poopy nappy around as a further act of resistance. Even if all it did practically was increase his chance of getting nappy rash.

Nick also took some enjoyment from a poopy nappy. It felt nice and warm - at least for a while. Though sooner or later it would get cold and nappy rash would set in. Nick squirmed a bit at the thought. Nappy rash was no fun at all.

"you should probably finish your oatmeal." he said. "we've only got a few minutes till lunch is over, and you still need to get a clean nappy."

He wondered if Fin would go to the nurse and get changed, or just mash his bum in rebellion. Who was he kidding, this was Fin! He'd always choose short sighted rebellion over the obvious benefits of being a good boy.

Nick sighed as he quickly tried to finish all his oatmeal - the portions they got really were quite big. Fin would have no one to blame but himself when he got nappy rash.

[iamjohndoe]

Finnick felt the lump forming in the seat of his pants, grinning at the thought of petty revenge. If they were making him use his nappy when they wanted, then at least he could make the change as difficult for them as possible. He squeezed it, feeling the warm gooey texture under his paw.

Nick's compliment made him blush. He produced unusually large poops for his body size, something he was actually quite proud of. He sat back down, feeling the warmth spread across his thighs, and finished eating. "If they want me in a clean nappy, they'll have to make me," he said.

(Finish lunch?)

[Bellhart]

"You don't exactly got a choice Fin". Nick reminded him.

At that moment, they heard the bell ring out to signify the end of lunch. Well, that settled it. Fin was going to get changed in front of the whole class. Nick was at least glad it wasn't him.

As if fate was working against him, nick took a step towards the door, and inadvertently let out a large, long fart.

"Uh oh. I'm gonna go poo poo soon" he realised. Maybe he could hold it until the end of class? Miraculously, his belt hadn't detected his need yet, though it probably would very soon.

Nick could see the mashed buldge in the back of Fin's nappy. The little fennik really did know how to make a big stinky mess. On non school days, the two of them would even have pooping contests - which Fin would always win.

Brought back to the present by the throng of kids filing into the school building, Nick and Fin quickly joined them. They didn't want to be late for class!

[iamjohndoe]

Finnick snickered and patted Nick's butt. "I know that sound. I'm not going to be the only one with poopy trousers soon, am I?"

As they walked, many of the students gave them a wide berth. Finnick overheard a couple of snide comments about the smell coming from his pants, but he put on a straight face and ignored them as he marched back into the classroom and took his seat, wincing as it squished the now-cooling scat even more.

Miss Jeri waited for the class to settle down before beginning. She then rapped her meterstick on the desk to get their attention. "Alright kids, we have a very special lesson today. We're going to learn more about the differences between predators and prey, and how we keep Zootopia a safer place for everyone. I'm going to need some volunteers to come up and help with this demonstration. How about... Felicia as my prey volunteer, and Nick as my predator volunteer. Please come up to the front, both of you."

[Bellhart]

Nick gulped. It wan't unusual for him to be volunteered for events, but he'd hoped that Fins stinky but would have been Miss Jeri's priority this time.

Resigning himself to his fate, he got up and began to walk down the row of desks to the front of the classroom.

Halfway there, he froze as another cramp hit him. Followed by a *BEEP* sound. He looked down in terror as he saw the light on the front of his nappy turn yellow. He had at most a few minutes before it started shocking him for holding it.

Nick quickly got to the front besides the teacher and Felicia.

(BTW, feel free to be as descriptive and in depth as possible with the demonstration. I always prefer having things be quality than quantity in RP's)