It was a wonder why that strange fox seemed so tense when he was talking to you. It was a simple ABDL "babysitting" job. Seemed his boyfriend was pretty heavy into Littlespace for the past few days and the fox really couldn't get any work done with a cuddle-loving birdbun in total baby mode. But he kept giving you stressed looks and left this super specific list of tasks and times when to do them.

He was acting like his charge was some kind of brat, but so far, Auru had been a dream! Well-behaved, watched his cartoons, didn't fuss during changes, played with his toys quietly when you were busy with some homework for your senior year algebra class... And the money was nothing to sneeze at. You couldn't help but notice, however, that the next task on your list was given a lot of emphasis.

Well, okay, that's kind of like describing the Mona Lisa as a placemat. This task was written in large, bold red sharpie, circled, underlined 3 times, and had several arrows pointing to it.

"6:30 - FEED AURU!!!" it said. You kind of twist your mouth into a small frown, then turn to the clock. 6:25. You'd rather make sure that your client doesn't get his trousers in a twist, so you put the paper down and go into the other room to collect Auru from the playpen. Despite easily standing taller than you, the skvader was incredibly lightweight, thanks to a special cookie his boyfriend fed him before he left for the day. You scoop him into your arms, and he gleefully wraps his long, powerful legs around your back and arms around your neck, his fuzzy chest pressing against your cheek.

As you carry him into the kitchen, you hear his belly letting out a loud, low groan of hunger. You chuckle softly, giving him a gentle pat on the back and reassuring Auru that food was coming. You go over to the high chair that his boyfriend was VERY specific about and set him into it. The leg and arm straps seem a bit... much. But maybe he's a fussy eater? You carefully strap his legs down, then his arms, then snap the table into place before turning your back to the pantry. Grabbing down a jar of homemade food the size of a jar of peanut butter, you grab one of the oversized safety spoons from the drawer, pop the jar open and go over to Auru.

"Alright, Auru, open wide!" You say, smiling as you scoop up a heaping helping of the mush. The bunny obediently opens his mouth with an eager smile, drool already forming from the corners of his maw. That's when you hear it... Voices. Distant, muffled voices... coming from... from... his... throat...

It was then you realize why the fox was so stressed about you feeding him on time, as a low, hungry groan echoes up the hybrid's esophagus, drowning out the voices. And you see the rabbit's eyes lock onto you. Better get feeding...
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Just a fun story and pic I made some time ago of my friend's OC Auru. I love this bunnybird so much~

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