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Hopper's Story

Chapter Eleven

1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

7th June, 2019

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Hopper's sleep was restless, terrible dreams clawed at the fragile mental stability of the traumatised wallaby, and one particularly bad one make him cry out in his sleep and wake up. He stared vacantly, eyes open but unseeing, glistening wetly with the tears that trickled through his cheek fur and spattered onto his chest. Katy heard his sobbing and cries, and she ran across the room to him, before she sat on the couch and pulled the hysterical wallaby close, holding him tight as he struggled and moaned in torment.

“Shh, Hopper, its alright...it was just a nightmare, come on, settle little one, you're safe, its all alright now, nobody will hurt you, shh, calm, that's it, deep breaths, nice and slow...” Katy whispered, as she gently stroked his nape, calming him.

Hopper's sobs slowly eased, before he cuddled Katy as best he could, his sharp claws gripping her shoulder as he trembled and sniffled. After a few moments, Katy reached behind Hopper, feeling him tense up, before she produced the bottle and teat, sloshing the kangaroo milk in it and holding it up to his nose so he could smell it.

“Whats - “ Hopper sniffled, then used his leathery paw pads to wipe away the residual tears. “I'm not a joey, I don't need to be fed from a bottle - “

“Hopper? Please, just – trust me, its alright, its just the kangaroo milk you feed our orphans, I promise. Come on, drink please? You're not eating and you've got to have something in your stomach, this will give you energy and so on, there's nothing bad in this, I swear.”

Hopper stared at her, the mistrust in his expression fighting with his desire to please who felt like his only friend, and he submit, placing his paws on the back of Katy's hands before he nervously leaned forwards and took the latex teat into his mouth.

“That's it, good – nice and slowly now - “ Katy encouraged him, watching as Hopper gave a weak nod and began suckling the warm milk.

At first he was reluctant, almost ashamed to be fed like a helpless, defenceless joey, but he closed his eyes and began nursing from the bottle. His throat rippled in time to his swallows, and his eyes grew heavy as he relaxed and the vestiges of the nightmare faded, replaced by the warmth of the milk in his stomach, and some ancestral, primitive memory from his ancestors.

“That's it, good boy, go on, keep drinking, it's good for you!” Katy whispered, carefully reaching up behind him to tenderly caress his non-bandaged ear, giving a timid caress to the base of it.

Hopper flinched at the touch, his body tensing, but Katy smiled at him and nodded, shaking the bottle a little as Hopper's eyes slid closed again and he resumed nursing. After fifteen minutes, Hopper finished the bottle and Katy carefully disengaged his paws and set the empty bottle aside.

“Now, how was that, feel much better, I bet!” Katy asked, as she tenderly wiped at Hopper's muzzle, cleaning up the dribbled milk.

“Thank...you - “ Hopper whispered shyly, then looked down at himself and shuddered, his nostrils twitching and forehead wrinkling. “Katy?”

Katy looked at him, then took his paws in her hands, tenderly holding him. “What do you need Hopper?”

“Can - “ Hopper sighed and quivered. “Can I have a shower please? I – I don't like the way I smell and I haven't bathed in a few days now, I'd really like to shower, please?”

“Of course sweety, you're not a prisoner here – you're free to go wherever you wish, anytime you wish. Why would you think you need my permission to do something?”

Hopper trembled again, before he looked down at his belly, then sniffled. “I'm...scared, I don't have a home anymore, my aunt – she - “ Tears threatened to spill, before Katy scooped him up off the couch and cradled him, Hopper laying on his back and quivering with fear and remembered pain.

“She can't hurt you anymore Hopper, you'll be safe with me, come on, we'll go get you showered and cleaned up, make a nice soft bed for you to sleep in, how's that sound?” Katy whispered, as she gently stroked the back of her fingers against his wet cheek.

Katy grunted softly as she stood, steadying herself, then moving towards the door, both disturbed and alarmed that Hopper, being an Anthropomorphic person, had a body more feral in design and form, with the accompanying weight. A true wallaby of his type, should weight at least fifty to sixty kilograms, but Hopper had little musculature on him, and at his last weigh in, he was barely thirty-five. Katy could feel his ribs through the dark colouration of the fur, his legs were slender and underdeveloped, his arms the same and Katy began to wonder if this poor, mistreated wallaby had been malnourished his entire life.

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Katy turned on the shower, then watched as Hopper clung to her leg, before she frowned and looked down at the timid wallaby.

“It's alright Hopper, it's not too hot, I promise – do you need some help showering?”

“I - “ Hopper stammered, remembering that time he had caught a glimpse of Katy in the showers, how it had made him feel emotionally – and he nervously swallowed the rising lump in his throat, before nodding timidly.

Katy watched, as Hopper stepped under the cascading stream of water, it quickly running over his ears and head, soaking it thoroughly as Hopper coughed and wiped the water from his eyes with his paws. He turned about, and Katy called to him after he had thoroughly wet his fur, before she pulled a seat over and sat on it, picking up a bottle and squeezing a large squirt of liquid into her hands. Hopper's nose twitched, as he smelt the shampoo, then stood quivering as Katy scrubbed his neck and shoulders, slowly working her way down his back and eventually his tail.

Hopper gasped when Katy picked up his tail, but he bit back the frightened squeal that threatened to be released. He knew instinctively, he was helpless without his tail, but he trusted Katy – as best as he could anyway – but he couldn't suppress the trembling that ran through his body.

“Shh, its alright Hopper,” Katy whispered, as she reached up and gently lathered his ears, mindful of the barely healed notch that had been taken out of his ear. Hopper wriggled and trembled, then as Katy's hands rested on his shoulders, he timidly turned around and looked into her eyes, afraid and nervous.

“What's wrong sweetheart?” Katy asked him, as she took both his paws in her larger hands, then began soaping his forearms, working her way up towards his shoulder and chest.

“I'm...not used to showering – with someone - “ Hopper whispered, barely heard over the hissing of the shower.

“I'm trained in many things dear Hopper, I've bathed my share of wallabies and kangaroo's – obviously – most of the time, under heavy sedation of course. I confess, this is a first for me, I've never had an Anthropomorphic male to bathe, if you're uncomfortable honey, please, tell me and I can leave you in peace.”

“It,,,it frightens me – but comforts me as well, there are places I can't easily wash, what wit these...these useless paws of mine - “ Hopper sniffled, looking down at his paws.

“Oh Hopper, they're not useless, they're beautiful, just like you! You're – unique, neither feral Whiptail, nor fully Anthropomorphic, I'm fascinated by you Hopper, truly I am, most of the staff here are also fascinated.”

Hopper blinked, then swallowed and wiped some foam from his eyes, which began running with tears.

“I'm a freak...” Hopper suddenly wailed, turning away and pressing his paws against his eyes as great choking sobs wracked his body.

“Hopper? No, oh you sweet, gentle wallaby, no,” Katy whispered.

Tenderly, she turned him around, then unmindful of the blouse and skirt she wore, she pulled his sobbing, shaking body hard against hers. his head barely coming to just below her breasts. Soap, shampoo and water quickly soaked through her blouse and skirt, but Katy ignored it, as she cuddled him close, her hands stroking his back tenderly.

“Honey, sweety? Please, don't cry Hopper, you're not a freak! You're a kind, loving, gentle soul, remember that – people love you and your wear your heart, your soul and your emotions on your furred arms, you're kind, gentle, sensitive and caring, now, come on little one, dry those beautiful brown eyes of yours, there's no need to be afraid anymore – you're safe, and I will care for you, if you will have me...”

“You...promise?” Hopper sniffled, as he looked up at her, his eyes widen and innocent.

“I promise!” Katy smiled, before she gently pushed him backwards and began unbuttoning her blouse, watching Hopper's eyes slowly grow to the size of dinner plates.

“What...what are you doing...” Hopper squeaked, slicking his ears back nervously.

“Hopper, my dear, sweet, gentle hearted wallaby – I saw what you did with that feral doe,..I'm not angry with you, not at all – a little confused, but I'm not angry. Now, please, if I can – if you trust me – I would like to be yours – and you to be mine...”

To Be Continued...