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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 and one arm around his bottom and began her way up the stairs to his room. Scott tried his best not to move as not spread the mess further, but it was rather 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 him down (to his dismay) on his dirty bottom on the rug and told him to stay there. Opening the door she turned her back on him and 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 figure out any more of the contents inside the brown closet.

She turned around, lifted him up again with incredibly ease, and placed him on his back on the changing table. Lifting one of the many straps he placed it over his chest and fastened it. Placing a paw on the front of his diaper (which caused him to feel giddy with excitement and vulnerability) she began to unbutton the footed sleeper he was in and remove it. The sleeper had been doing a pretty decent job holding the smell in but now that it had been removed the room was quickly filled with the smell of the contents of Scott's used 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 unstrapped 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 an adjacent diaper pail.

She reached down under the table and arose holding a thick, play-time diaper in her paws. With the other paw she grabbed some of the baby oil and powder and set to work on the leopard, rubbing the oil on his diaper area and powdering the places afterwards. Expertly she unfolded the diaper gently prompted the leopard to lift his bottom, to which he obliged. 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 leopard gently scratched him on the stomach, "Good boy, that wasn't so bad was it?" The leopard was a little surprised at how quickly she had administered the suppository, he didn't even have a chance to protest because the rabbit began sliding the diaper underneath Scott's furry bottom. She lifted up the front and tightly taped it together, pressing down on the crotch 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 on 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. He squirmed a little though, he could feel the medicine beginning to set to work.

"All better?" she asked, as she picked him up in a loving embrace and stood up on the ground. He nodded, "Fank wew mommy", and then blushed a deep shade of crimson as he realized how incredibly babyish he must have sounded speaking through the pacifier. The rabbit laughed 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 beautiful thing, a being of such grace, love, and kindness which Scott had never encountered before in his life. She smiled at him warmly, and offered her paw to him, "Come, I'll read you a story." Scott grasped her paw and she gently led him over to a rocking chair next to crib 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 of course.

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 an 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 surprised and tensed up slightly, but as he saw the rabbit's reassuring smile and warmth emanating from her eyes, he relaxed again 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. 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 Scott would never remember feeling more safe and loved, than in the loving arms of the rabbit.