With a yawn, I awoke to a pitch black room. A smell of fresh air and the comfort of the soft bed made me rest my hands on my stomach to notice my bladder is full. I definitely need to piss. When I tried to get up, my insides felt tight as my anus wanted to expel feces.
The strange sensation made my infant self cry out as father, who apparently was sitting nearby, wake up and tend to my needs.
His hair was dirtied from sleep as his eyes still had some dry gunk from sleep. His eyes grew a little more bloodshot from the sudden light change, but he attended to me anyway. He noticed the full bladder and looked over to the wall and there was nothing. Under his mask he blushed as he looked at me before his mouth slightly opened.
"E-e...." his first few letters were stuttered before he finally closed his eyes and yelped, "EXPEL!"
'Fine, you asked for it,' Acting upon command I expelled my urine and feces as the skunk almost caused father to drop me. He panicked as he realized the trouble he caused.
My laughter sounded very high-pitched and immediately frightened me. This was the first time I laughed in so long. But, the brief moment was gone before I felt stinging occur. This time I cried as it actually hurt. Kicking and squirming I continued to cry.
"DARN IT! I WISH I KNEW HOW TO BABYSIT!" He yelled out of instinct before mother barged in and grabbed me. She then looked at the ground before father ran outside with his nose blocked.
"Grab the fu- I mean, grab the towels bub!" she called out to father.
A few moments later, he was back with four towels. Dude, you just need two to wipe my butt and penis, no wait, vagina. I'm a girl now, I have to be like one.
She grabbed two and used one to clean the first wave of dirty stuff before she dumped the dirty towel to father who dropped the clean ones grabbed the dirty towel. His face really was in panic as he ran outside. Probably to clean the towel.
Mother entered a door opposite to the door where father left.
Inside it was white. So white that I covered myself in mother's white fur. She placed me in some water not so deep. I covered my eyes with my ears before mother pulled them back.
"No, I understand the light is bright, but please sweetie, bare with it," she didn't yank the ears, she simply tried to pull them back, of course, I held them. When I understood the words, I let go and the light flooded my eyes before they slowly adjusted.
Then, I relaxed in the water as it felt warm. Looking down, I saw mother cleaning my body as I held my hands to my eyes as to the cleaning that I normally would have done on my own. Peeking between my fingers, I watched onward. Blushes were evident on my face, causing mother to chuckle.
"All infants grow faster with my family's genetics. I'm glad I chose to have a child even with risks of improper genetics."
As she finished cleaning down below, she lifted me upright and grabbed a strange object with hairs. When mother lifted my left arm and rubbed the thing down my side, a strange pull hurt me as I yelped like a baby wolf. Then, she stopped to get a different object. This time a bar the color of yellow. My nose smelt a strange metallic smell as she swirled around in the bath.
Mother rubbed it all over my dry body before scooping water to soak the hairs. Like witchery, the white stuff expanded like bubbles from a pot of soup. Once she was done, she grabbed a small cup. Her hand scooped some clean water from the bath before covering my eyes.
Water was constantly poured over me as the strange stuff was gone.
Again came the sharp thing. Out of fear of pain, I moved back a little.
"Don't worry. This time it will feel nice," mother urged me on to have the brush go down my side.
Letting her do it, I closed my eyes and when the hairs rubbed down my furry body, it felt so good. Back when I was a human, brushes would hurt regardless of what we did to our skin. But, with fur it felt completely different. My small body was cleaned from torso to below before she stopped at my head.
"Hehe, you ready?" she shook my head like a cute child before my eyes sparkled. "Close your eyes."
I closed my eyes as the brush slowly combed my head. Oh my god, the sensation felt so good. The scratching made me urge for more, the warm water kept me relaxed as the motherly sensation put into the brush felt so unreal. Literally.
Before I knew it, she finished cleaning my head.
"You really enjoyed that. Well, I'm really sorry, but time to come out," when she said that, I opened my eyes and my ears drooped. She chuckled before lifting me by my arms.
Mother moved me onto a chair before grabbing a towel. The towel was used to rub my body. Gently of course.
My head, torso and arms were done quickly, but the legs were drenched, so she spent time on them. While mother dried my small legs, I could smell the clean fur as her ears looked tempting. Like she knew what I was going to do, mother placed her left hand on my nose before looking at me.
With her face this close, I could make out the details.
The warm white fur shined in the warm orange light, blue eyes in happiness while the mouth slightly smiled.
"No," was all she said before drying my feet.
Once done, she again lifted me and held me like a normal infant. Placing me in her arms as she walked out into my room.
Father sat down in a nearby chair reading a book. Maybe not reading, but rather, writing as a feather and ink bottle was next to him. He didn't notice mother before lifting the feather and rapidly wrote in the book.
Mother coughed, causing father to jump. He placed the feather back and let his book open rest on the nearby table.
"Aww, look at the little rascal. Next time I'll make sure to clean you," Father rubbed my head in affection before booping mother. Then, mother walked over to my bed and placed me inside. Mother walked outside the door with father.
Suddenly, a loud grunt was heard.
"I'm sorry!" that was father's voice.
"That was for not waking me up last night!" the two yelled before they came back in. Father with his hands to his gut and bent slightly. Mother on the other hand, was standing in pride as the two sat down next to each other.
"Anyway, I believe you'll have to learn from observation and when I request your help, do it quickly," mother struck a conversation. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep as I listened in. "If something like this happened during a raid, it could mean the death of us."
"Why would we get attacked after the humans witnessed our newly evolved and refined strength?" father's voice sounded concern before mother sighed.
"Because, they have someone who's capable of taking us on in combat and he's growing stronger every single day. In another twenty years, he'll be able to take us on."
"What do you mean capable? He's nowhere near our strength."
"The blade. If he can wield it, then his strength can be increased by ten-fold or something along those lines."
"But, the blade chooses those who have strength like ours. You know the math and if he's like a ten, his power would be one-hundred and ten. It would need to be one-hundred before it can be achieved," father made a fairly valid point before mother clapped her hands once.
"Right. But, he's what? Age twelve? If theory serves correctly, a being back a long time ago was around strength ten and grew to one-hundred by the age of eight-teen. Not only that, humans go through massive body changes between thirteen and something around twenty."
"The past is the past, Everest. Some things in genetics change as time passes. They won once and their species grew weak with peace as we grew stronger and look where we are. They'll need to have someone with huge resentment against us and due to our new relations with them, the discrimination is better."
Their points all were valid. Since I knew the conversation was going to take a while I was going to take a nap. But, before I slept, mother lifted me as a bottle, half the filling, was in fathers hand.
"Food," father said as he slowly poked my cheek again. The squishy temptation made my stomach growl as I immediately grabbed the bottle to consume the delicious milk. "Haha, he's quite hungry. I've also noticed that she's been sleeping more than the average infants. A genetic issue perhaps? Well, whatever the case, our goal is to provide Raven with the best life possible."
'Raven sounds male, but maybe they wanted that way because it suits my black fur?' I pondered as I finished the milk before burping. This time my stomach wasn't so round. Feeling stuffed, I started to feel tired.
Mother placed me into my bed before placing a blanket over me.
'Also, what was that about extra sleep? So many questions about my parents, me and other topics that can only be answered at another time.'
My eyes grew heavy as the atmosphere became quiet. Slowly my eyes closed as my blurry vision grew dark. Snoring soundly, my time awake came to a close.