Yes! MORE bear puns! XD I shall torture you with them!!!

Anyway here's the story I promised was coming to go with this pic of my new character Barry http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7429243 Hope you like it =3

I can't say too much without giving away the plot but this story's a quickie so just read and enjoy <w< Oh! And tell me what'cha think of Barry! =D

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PCA – The Bear Truth




It was too damn crowded. That was the biggest thought in Barry’s mind as he shoved his way through the halls of the PCA. Being a transfer student from an Unova academy the cubchoo still wasn’t use to the school or the sheer number of students in the halls between classes… not that he was gonna let that stop him from finding the stupid cafeteria and getting something to eat no matter HOW many people he had to elbow in the crotch to get past. Being eighteen and just short of five feet tall the ice type had long learned how to push back when pushed around… and the fact he wasn’t big on social graces to begin with made it a lot easier.

He managed to pull free of the crowd for a moment and looked around to get his bearings. It was just as he thought… he had no clue where he was. Rather than waste time trying to look for a map, and not willing to stoop to asking for directions yet, he trudged forward back into the crowd. If he kept going he was bound to end up somewhere… or at least somewhere with less people. Shoving his way though he managed to pull free of the crowd again and rounded the corner… to see a drillbur kid with a swollen nose trying to pick the lock of a nearby locker.

He could hear the punkish looking ground type muttering something about vengeance against some girl and a bunch of other stuff Barry honestly could care less about. He started to walk down the hall, ignoring the act of vandalism in process; it wasn’t his problem that some psycho apparently had a grudge against this girl. Especially if the kid was so stupid as to do this where anyone who came down this hall could see him. Even if nobody did notice this guy it wasn’t like anybody would know he didn’t help… besides him anyway…

Damn it all to hell.

He turned on his heels and walked over to the drillbur, his soft paws muffling his approach, till he was right behind the oblivious kid. Barry thought for a moment, considering his options for how to get his point across, before coming to a decision. Taking a deep breath and casually grabbed the back of the ground types shorts, pulled them away to expose his boxers, and let loose a large Frost Breath down them before letting them go as they snapped back into place. There was a bit of a delayed reaction as if the drillbur’s brain took a moment to figure out what had just happened… but when it finally worked it out…

“AAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! COLDCOLDCOLDCOLDCOOOOOLD!!!!”

Barry couldn’t hide the smile as he watched the punk shrieking and stumbling down the hall clutching his butt. He hated his stupid conscious… but it was pretty funny to see creeps get what was coming to them from time to time. Looking around for a moment he decided it was best to lay low for a while in case anybody happened to see that… or if anybody came looking for what sent the drillbur running like his pants were on fire (okay frozen technically but Barry would slug anybody who tried to point that out to him). Seeing a nearby boy’s locker-room he ducked inside. He could hide in here for a little while…

As he pushed open the door and stepped inside his nose twitched. He caught the familiar smell of baby powder.

He blinked and looked around at the seemingly empty locker room. His large ears twitched as he listened closely. He was about to write the smell off as a fluke till he heard a painfully familiar sound. Soft plastic crinkling as somebody worked with it. Following the sound and the smell of baby powder he walked silently across the tile floor. Having a suspicion on what he might find and kind of worried he might actually be right. He rounded a row of lockers to find himself looking in the farthest and most secluded corner of the locker room.

His initial reaction was thinking it was somebody’s kid gotten lose… but looking like he did he knew better. It was a teddiursa, if Barry had to guess he’d peg his age at somewhere around 13 or 14 despite how babyish and (ugh he felt disgusted just thinking this word) cute he looked. He was sitting on a bench with his shorts lying nearby and an open backpack with them. He was looking at Barry with wide terrified eyes and a pale face… which was understandable considering he’d blundered in on the Teddiursa trying to tape a diaper up around his middle, a canister of baby powder and a box of baby-wipes sitting nearby. Barry just looked at him with annoyance.

He hated being right.


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Petie. Was. HORRIFIED.

He’d been trying to change his own diapers as of late… spare Rose from having to do it (and him having to ask her… or swallow his pride more and ask one of her friends like June) but he was almost painfully inept at it. Which was weird cause he knew how to change diapers… just doing it for his own proved beyond his capacity. He accidentally ripped the tapes off trying to get it on snug, or he tapped it too lose and it kept trying to fall down, or he forgot the tape above his tail and it sagged in the back… but he was trying. He’d just always had a fear that during one of his attempts somebody would walk in on him…

A fear that had just now been realized.

He looked in terror at the cubchoo staring back at him, his brain too panicked to even register the fact that the guy wasn’t laughing his head off yet. In fact… he was just standing there staring at him blankly. Petie didn’t notice this as he sat there, about to cry in humiliation. He was too scared to move. Finally the cubchoo did something… and promptly dropped his shorts. Petie stared as the ice types shorts fell to his ankles revealing… Pull-Ups? This was enough of a dope slap that Petie’s panic paused for a moment as he stared at the stranger in confusion.

“You stopped freaking out yet?”

“Y-yeah…?”

“Good. And fasten those tapes a little tighter or else it’ll fall off you before you get out the door.”

Petie blinked back tears as he obeyed the ice type, his shaking paws barely able to fasten the diaper up, as the cubchoo pulled his pants back up. He watched Petie for a moment and once satisfied the teddiursa had taped it up decently he walked over “Scoot over.” He said bluntly as a still somewhat panicked and confused Petie hurried to obey. Petie stared at the slightly large bear, he was just now realizing how short the cubchoo was… at least compared to normal people, as he sat down next to him. Petie sat there trembling slightly as the bear just stared ahead into space for a few moments before speaking.

“This is gonna sound really stupid but do you have a bastard wailord for a grandpa?”

That caught Petie off guard as he sat there for a moment. His grandfather had been a wailord that was infamous for bedding any large lady he could find, even occasionally marrying them, only to leave without so much as a glance back the moment he got bored. His mom had never spoken of grandpa as anything other than a bastard… and her half-sisters he’d met from grandpa’s other “Conquests” had said much of the same. But how could this guy know…?

“Yeah… but what does that got to do with anything?”

“Cause my dad is one of these bastards kids. Which means we’re cousins… lucky us.” The blunt sarcasm in his voice would hurt if he was trying to be mean about it, but he seemed more annoyed then anything “And it also means you got dear old grandpa’s little “Curse” passed down to you.” He said, his voice softening a little to an almost sympathetic tone “… and put on your pants already you stupid brat. What would happen if somebody ELSE walked in here?”

Petie blushed and hastily pulled his pants back on “C-curse?” he stuttered as he looked at his “Cousin” in confusion. The cubchoo nodded “Yep… guessing it skipped a generation with you if you don’t know about it but apparently dear old grandpa had a genetic condition he oh so kindly passed down to his kids.” There was that bitter sarcasm again “That leaves us with a weak bladder. As if he wasn’t a big enough bastard already.” He spat before looking at Petie again “I’m guessing you’ve been thinking you’re some kinda freak and alone in this, right?”

“… yeah…”

“Well you’re not… least not alone in this anyway.” He gave a slightly mean spirited chuckle before giving Petie a rough smile “My dad went through this and I went through this too… course I kinda went off the deep end when it happened but…” he shrugged and waved his paw in the air a little to accent his point “There was the whole suicide phase I went through, the self-loathing, the anger…” he noticed Petie’s horrified look “… oooooookay so maybe you dealt with it differently than I did. Either way you’re missing my point.”

“Which is?”

“Simple you brat.” The ice type said, poking Petie in the nose “You’re not alone, I’ve been through this before, and if you didn’t notice from my lack of pampers…” he said poking Petie’s shorts dismissively “I managed to more or less beat it.” He finished with a grin as these words sunk into Petie’s head. His jaw dropped as what the ice type meant sunk into his head “Y-you mean…?” The cubchoo nodded “Yep, took me a while but you eventually get control of it. Same thing with my dad.” He blinked, noticing the happy look on Petie’s face and gave him a light punch in the air “Don’t look so damn happy brat, you still gotta loooooooong way to go before you’re a big boy.”

Petie rubbed his arm lightly, unable to wipe the stupid smile off his face. He’d more or less given up hope at this point of going without his diapers so this was like a message from an angel… a corse, semi-abusive angel but still “T-thank you… um, what was your name?” he asked still smiling. The ice type chuckled “The names Barry, don’t you go forgetting it or else.” It was a good natured sounding threat so Petie ignored it and nodded “It’s nice to meet you Barry… I’m Petie.” The ice type rolled his eyes in response “I didn’t ask brat… anyway looks like you’re gonna be needing a lot of help if you can’t even change your own damn diapers by yourself, so I guess I’ll be sticking around for now… so don’t go screwing it up or making me look bad, got it?”

“… I can’t promise that… but thank you very much.”

“Fine… but I gotta question for you brat.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Where the HELL is the cafeteria in this stupid school?”


The End…?