Chapter 7

    With apparent ease the rabbit unlocked the feeding tray and undid the straps with a click.  Lifting Scott she placed his messy behind on her hip with one arm around his bottom and began her way up the stairs to his room.  Scott tried his best not to move as to not spread the mess further, but found it was futile. Having been securely strapped in the high chair he had little room to lift his bottom from the mess in his diapers, and he was thoroughly covered in his own didies.  Walking into his room the rabbit placed his dirty bottom, to his dismay, on the rug and told him to stay there. Turning her back on him she opened the closet just wide-enough to take out a blue t-shirt with the baby company logo on the front, a pair of plastic pants, and a jar of mysterious pills.  Scott strained his neck but couldn’t see any of the contents inside the brown closet besides that which she retrieved.

    She turned around, lifted him up once more and placed him on the changing table.  Lifting one of the many straps she placed it over his chest and fastened it. Placing a paw on the front of his diaper, causing him to feel giddy with excitement and vulnerability, she began to unbutton the footed sleeper he was in and removed it.  The sleeper had been doing a decent job holding the smell in but now that it had been removed the room was quickly filled with the scent of the contents of Scott’s padding. “P.U.!” the rabbit exclaimed in mock disgust, as she held her nose closed dramatically.  Scott blushed, but she smiled reassuringly, “Not to worry! We’ll get you in nice, clean diapers quickly enough.” With expert movements she untaped his diaper and began to gently wipe his various sensitive areas with baby wipes. Scott moaned with pleasure as his content grew and announced itself.  Paying no heed to the leopard’s obvious pleasure the rabbit finished wiping up the mess off of of the panther and threw away the wipes and messy diaper into a diaper pail adjacent to the changing table.

    She reached down under the table and rose up holding a thick, play-time diaper in her paws.  With the other paw she grabbed some of the baby lotion and powder, setting to work on the leopard, rubbing the creme on his diaper area and powdering the places afterwards.  Expertly she unfolded the diaper and gently prompted the leopard to lift his bottom, to which he obliged in response. Suddenly, Scott felt the leopard slide her hand between his buttocks and swiftly tuck what must have been a pill into his bottom.  He jumped and yelped softly but the rabbit gently scratched him on the stomach to quickly reassure him, “Good boy, that wasn’t so bad was it?” The leopard was a little surprised at how quickly she had administered the suppository, and he didn’t get a chance to protest because the rabbit began sliding the diaper underneath Scott’s furry bottom soon after.  She lifted up the front and tightly taped it together, pressing down on the landing zone to make sure he was comfortable. Grabbing the pair of plastic pants she slipped them on as well and clicked them into place. She then undid the strap across the leopard’s chest and helped him into the t-shirt,”One arm at a time, little kitten of mine,” she rhymed to him softly, as she pulled the shirt onto him and transferred the pacifier and clip from the sleeper to his t-shirt.  Scott beamed at her through his pacifier, she had done what would have probably taken Scott an hour in under five minutes. She had expertly cleaned up him and put him into a fresh new diaper without the slightest hitch. Although feeling quite comfortable and refreshed he couldn’t help but squirm slightly, feeling the medicine beginning to set to work.

    “All better?” she asked, picking him up in a loving embrace and standing him up on the ground.  He nodded, replying through his pacifier, ”Fank wew mommy”, and then blushing a deep shade of crimson as he realized how incredibly babyish he must have sounded speaking through the it.  The rabbit laughed openly, something she had done for the first time since he had switched her on. Scott stared at her in awe as a beautiful laugh escape her lips, like sunshine cascading between the leaves of a tree.  The rabbit was a gorgeous thing, a being of such grace, love, and kindness that of which Scott had never encountered before in his life. She smiled at him warmly, and offered her paw to him, “Come on now my little crinkle butt, I’ll read you a story.”  Scott grasped her paw and she gently led him over to a rocking chair next to crib, one that he hadn’t noticed before. Picking up a book from a pile next to the chair, she cradled Scott in her arms and opened up copy of Roald Dahl’s Fantastic Mr. Fox. Since the author was a fox himself, Scott had always admired as a child how Roald Dahl had captured the mischievousness and craftiness of the fox perfectly in the children’s book.  Settling down, he allowed his mind to doze as the rabbit read through the book, stopping to show him all the illustrations in the book as well.

    As she concluded a chapter, leaving Mr. Fox plotting on how to feed all his animal friends, the rabbit looked down at the snow leopard, who lay softly dozing in her arms, contentedly suckling on his pacifier.  Oh how adorable he looked, she thought to herself, her child was incredible darling, how lucky she was to get such a cutie to take care of. Setting the book aside, she began to unbutton the buttons at her collar of her dress down to her breasts.  Revealing one of her breasts, she gently removed Scott’s pacifier and replaced it with her right nipple. The leopard opened his eyes in slight surprise and tensed up apprehensively, but as he saw the rabbit’s reassuring smile and warmth emanating from her eyes, he relaxed once more and began to feed on the rabbit’s milk.  It was sweet, warm, and incredibly comforting. Scott began to relax deeply, a warmth spread across the front of his diaper as he began to wet himself uncontrollably, a fact that he would have paid more attention to had he not been enamored with the milk flowing across his tongue, down his throat and settling comfortably into his stomach. .  His mind, however, was too preoccupied with the delicious nectar he was suckling from the rabbit’s breast. Scott drank and dozed, as the rabbit closed her own eyes and sighed quietly. After a few minutes of feeding, Scott finally drifted off to a content slumber. For years after that moment, Scott would never remember feeling more safe and loved, than in the loving arms of the rabbit.