Between Takes
A commision I had done years ago about Kiara getting her messy diaper changed.
There were days Baruti longed to return to Cape town, if only to escape the traffic. Taking a moment to compose himself, the well groomed Hyena checked his hair and teeth. Then he practiced adopting the appropriate smile, which was a real trick. With prominent upper and lower canines, spotted hyenas had an unfortunate tendency to protrude their fangs when smiling, producing wide mouthed grins that intimated mania and predatory behavior. In general people found it incredibly disconcerting. So it was when Baruti had first sought out work as a gentleman, and had received formal training to that effect, he had worked hard to restrain any emotionality in the facial muscles. He neither glowered nor grinned, and if he did smile it was only the slightest of quirks with eyebrows upraised; more amusement than delight.
The weather was a balmy eighty five degrees and even with the air conditioning he found the press of his immaculate black suit and white waistcoat to be cloying. His large long fingered paws were likewise pressed into white gloves, and his tight shoes gleamed with polish as he brushed one over the back of the opposite calf. He was as ready as he was going to be.
Bending down at the hip Baruti grasped either side of a silver serving platter and turned mechanically forty five degrees in order to put his shoulder against the swinging door of the kitchen. The main dining room of the condominium into which he bore the tray was wide and airy, with a vast rosewood table, and on it a forest of paper was growing and growing as two lions perched on stools placed across from one another.
One of the pair hunched over what appeared to be the household ledger, crunching numbers into the calculator of a PC. His fur was a deep russet color, and his mane a darker umber, while his eyes were cast yellow green pools. Despite his relative youth, those eyes were more than capable of projecting an magnetic intensity that could hold whomever they roamed over in place, but currently they were instead entirely focused on the numbers before them, such that they did not register Baruti or his load as it was set down.
"Luncheon is served, master Kovu."
"Thanks a lot Jeeves," The lion responded, reaching out with one absent minded paw to snatch up a BLT. The other feline, a lioness, gave even less notice as she continued to speak into the ear bud headset cellular phone that clung to her earlobe. She was beautiful enough as Hollywood starlets in Burbank went, her fur a two tone of gold and cream, her brown eyes still bright and lively despite an almost fifteen year dry spell. All in all, Baruti reasoned there were worse people to work for.
Both lions wore clean white diapers.
"Look Jim, all I'm saying is you're my agent." She continued. "If Mister Ross can get Johnny Depp to renegotiate for a three movie deal, and get Keith Richards, then why can't I get a new movie deal?" Listening to her, Kovu shook his head.
"I know they aren't making 2-D anymore," She said. "That's the selling point." She hopped down from her stool and began to stalk around the dining room while Baruti stood nearby unobtrusively. "It'll be classic," she stressed. "The nostalgia speaks for itself."
She set her diaper clad flanks on the floor with a frown.
"Alright Jim, thanks a lot."
Kovu looked up from his arithmetic.
"No dice, huh?"
"They just don't think 2-D animation quality can compete with cheap, affordable, and shitty." She sneered as she took once more to the table, fidgeting as her tail snapped back and forth. "And they're saying that dramatic just doesn't do it for the juvenile market."
"I told you they were never going to let you play Twelfth Night." Kovu replied. "All they need is one little girl to see Princess Kiara dressed up like Cesario and you've got the religious right in an uproar about the whole Gay Agenda claptrap."
Kiara scowled. "At least it's better than that plan you and Dad had."
Kovu put his paws up defensively."Hey, the man eaters of Tsavo worked for Val Kilmer and Michael Douglas, it could have worked for us too if we could have got Touchtone on the phone."
Kiara wasn't listening, however, as her scowl became a grimace. She growled and her paws curled against the leather cushion as a vein played against the furry side of her neck. Then, just as swiftly, she relaxed and let her head and shoulders droop towards the table panting hoarsely.
Baruti went right to work.
Wordlessly he took Princess Kiara by the middle of her arm and drew her onto the table where the lioness was laid on her back. Boneless she allowed the hyena servant to handle her, her expression empty and unfocused as her consciousness floated. Then she began again. And as she concentrated, Baruti massaged her furry belly gently with his gloved hand where the powerful contractions were playing themselves out. Even as she loosed her bowels into her diapers the hyena maintained his detachment, instead speaking gently and encouragingly to her while Kovu watched.
"There there Miss," he soothed. "Almost done now."
"Thank you, Jeeves." She panted.
"Of course ma'am."
When Kiara's body finally relaxed for the last time Baruti went to work swiftly. The diapers were cloth, they could still afford a service, and though disposable was more efficient the cloth diapers could be cleansed and reused while the tended to inflict less rash and other unpleasantness. Undoing the fastening pins brought with it a rush of scents. One might at first have thought the smell musky, so fully feminine as to be intimate, but that was marred by a stench so full and aromatic that it became pungent. However, Baruti gave no comment.
The consistency of what Kiara's diaper contained was thankfully more than soup. Rather the vile had a more spongy, loamy structure that could be felt to have both weight and warmth through both the protection of the diaper and Baruti's glove where the hyena cupped it while lifting the lioness legs with the other. It rolled easily off of her thick thighs and rounded buttocks where it did not cling to her fur, and where it did the bodily remnant clung in perfect pearlescent orbs of brown mire.
To the fore of the diaper Baruti noted there was a lewd splash of sodden yellow, indicating that Kiara had urinated while forcing her movement, and that the golden yellow ichors had soaked into the absorbent tissues of the diaper's forward compartment. The resulting diaper was utterly used, completely stained and violated by the Kiara's violent evacuation, and it took all of Baruti's willpower not to let his distaste reach his face. Instead he placed the used diaper upon a nearby counter top that he reminded himself to later scrub with high power bleach cleanser, and used the now free hand to fetch the container he kept close at hand for just such eventualities. Into this he dropped the offending article and turned his attention instead to cleaning up Kiara.
First he produced a disposable wipe from one of his pockets and began to cleanse her with it once it had been removed from the wrapper. He began with an intense investigation of her feminine parts: Mons and labia for any filth that had reached where it should not, medicinally parting her nether parts to peer down her cleft. Then he began to excruciatingly clear her thighs, buttocks, and the base of her tail with the wipe taking care to draw what filth clung to her body away from her folds. Then once he was certain her outer surfaces were clear a second wipe set to the task of purging the crevice of her buttocks, stroking between the rounded orbs until they were wholly clear. Lastly he applied a preventative powder to her underside and began to fold her into a newly swaddled diaper.
Once she had been put back together Baruti took to stroking Kiara's neck and helping her to retain her seat. All this he did with only minimal expression of anything other than gentlemanly concern for his charge as the Princess recovered from her tribulation. Only then did she finally notice the luncheon laid out before her, giving Baruti a gentle smile. "Thank you, Jeeves."
"My pleasure madam."
"Uh, Jeeves?" Kovu started.
Baruti looked towards his other master with a deepening sense of what was to come.
"I have to go too."