This is a commission by  babystar. Here I am having a wonderful time in the mud and the rain. That is until my mother comes for me. Here's a story for thrills:

Skippy Chipskunk was busily pouring a flower pot of soil in the kiddie pool in his parents' backyard. "Goodie a great mud pool!" he cheered. The little chipskunk drew back a bit, putting the flower pot down, then he made a run and jumped right into the mud pool. With a squelch and squish, he landed right in the middle of the mud on the seat of his diaper.

This was not the first time Skippy had his own mud bath. He had waded in a muddy pond in his good friend Zee-zee's front garden last summer. He had gotten so much mud on himself and the garden that Zee-zee's mother Zena had to wash off with a garden hose, resulting in a heavy and sodden diaper, but Zena's husband was patient enough to dry him off with a towel and change him into a new diaper.

But now Skippy had the mud-filled kiddie pool all to himself. It was mid autumn and that pool should have been deflated and put away weeks ago, but Skippy didn't want it removed from the garden because he wanted to swim in it as much as long as the warm weather remained. His mother Tianalyn relented and thought it couldn't hurt to let her son enjoy the pool some more. It was good exercise and cheaper than going to a local swimming pool centre.

Skippy scooped up a huge glob of mud, slammed it between his legs and played patty cake with it. "Mud pies!" he squeaked and he began to make them and sling them around the pool, getting some off the edges of the kiddie pool. He picked up some more mud and slopped it right inside the front his diaper. "I make muddy in me diapee!" he said giggling.

Skippy full of excitement kicked his legs, waved his arms and slammed his tail against the mud, getting some splatters on his front and face. This was great fun. He had heard about grown ups taking cosmetic beauty mud baths at spas and wished he himself could try it, but his father Isadore said it was too pricey and they didn’t cater for cubs anyway.

Skippy was so engrossed in his mud play, he never noticed the dark grey clouds looming over the garden. A gentle rumbling of thunder sounded and the rain began to pour. "Goodie!" the chipskunk yapped "Rain makes muddy more mucky". He wiggled and bounced around as the rain trickled on his head and down his body. Some mud oozed through the legholes and tailhole of his drenched and waterlogged diaper.

"Skippy!" came the feminine voice from inside the house. The little chipskunk looked up and saw his mother coming. She was a chacoal grey skunk with white streaks and white fur on her front. "What...are you doing in the rain you cheeky little thing?". "Having a mud bath!" Skippy answered.

Tianalyn frowned seeing how much soil Skippy had dug up and how much mess the mud bath had made. "Oh well" she thought "the garden needed rotavating and this mud should be good for the grass". Whatever mischief her boy got into, she always found a positive side to it, so she rarely got cross with Skippy and was pretty understanding and patient with him so long as he didn't cause a great deal of trouble.

"Come on out Skip" she told him "Mud bath's over. Now's the time for a bubble bath". "Aaaww! Mum!" Skippy protested "I'm having fun!". "You'll catch a cold and sniffles if you stay outside in the rain" she replied "Now come on. You can have another mud bath when the weather's better". With that she scooped up her boy out of the kiddie pool and set him down on the grass, then held him by the paw.

Skippy obediently followed his mother, mud dripping out of his diaper, which was sagging and drooping down. They both followed the path to the back door and went inside. After wiping their feet on the mat, Tianalyn carried Skippy in her arms. Her dress was already drenched so it didn't matter if mud got on it.

Inside the upstairs bathroom, Tianalyn stood Skippy in the bathtub and removed his full diaper, then threw it away in the small trash container. "Ok little Skips, which bath foam shall we use today?" she asked as she put the plug in and turned on the taps. Skippy picked the lilac one with the lavender flowers. Lilac was Skippy's favourite colour and there was plenty of it in the house.

As the tub filled up, Skippy lay back in the warm water, which quickly turned brown from the remnants of the mud he’d managed to get on him. Tianalyn drained the tub and let it fill up again, before putting in the bath foam and turning the taps off. Then she undid the buttons of her dress, removed it and put it in the laundry basket. She then slipped into a sea green lacey dressing gown and left for a bit.

Skippy was left to play with the bath foam and rinse his fur. The warm water felt somewhat better than cold clammy mud even though it lacked the squishy texture. The chipskunk blew bubbles in the tub and splashed the water a little. Skippy loved baths, but he preferred them when he had someone to take them with, whether it was his mother, father or any friends.

Then Tianalyn came back with a fresh diaper, changing supplies and a thick blue footed sleeper with pink hearts and yellow bunnies. She put them down on the bath mat and approached her son. "Oh! You look very clean Skippy. Good boy" she complemented patting him on the head. She removed the plug from the bottom of the tub, scooped her boy in her arms and dried him with a towel.

After Skippy was dried, Tianalyn lay him on the bath mat and put the new disposable diaper on him. This one had pictures of morning glory flowers and the scent from the diaper was refreshing. Skippy always wore scented diapers due to the musk he let loose because of his skunky side.

Once the diaper was on, Tianalyn helped Skippy into the footed sleeper. It was a perfect fit on him and kept him warm and cosy. After the feet were in, Skippy's tail followed through the tailhole. Tianalyn fitted the tail into a special pocket that snap fastened on the back of the sleeper so that it covered the tail, keeping it warm and not restricting its movement. Once Skippy's arms were in the sleeper, his mother zipped him up in it.

Now Skippy was all fuzzy and warm in his sleeper. "Such a sweet little skunky wumpkin" his mother told him as she picked him up and hugged him. Her boy nuzzled against her chest and returned the hug. Skippy then got a kiss on each cheek and the forehead. He was lucky to have a mother who loved him no matter what.

"Now let's have a quiet moment before suppertime" Tianalyn suggested. "Yes mama" Skippy agreed. She carried her boy down the stairs and set him on the living room sofa. Skippy's favourite rat, skunk and mouse plushies were set down on the sofa waiting for him. "Hi Ratsie, Skunksie and Mousie" Skippy greeted, picking them up and hugging them "Did you miss me?".

Tianalyn went to the television and put on a DVD in the player. This evening they were going to watch a French cartoon, which Skippy had recently taken a liking to called Patrol 03. Skippy snuggled up against his mother with the plushies and relaxed as she watched with her. Perhaps tomorrow he would watch it again with one of his friends.