Redhawk Caldera Beneath the black sea

A warm, wet sensation swept over his face, clearing away the dirt that had been tickling his tiny pugged nose. Almost instantaneously, he felt better. Fidget was in the middle of a happy sigh when Raven pulled him closer, and the movement caused him to hitch his breath until he was still again. As much as he loved moving around on his own, he didn't care for being moved by anybody else. He would tolerate it, of course, but he'd rather be left to his own devices.

The warmth was pleasant, and the softness had returned as well. Not two seconds later, he pooped all over his wet nurse's front leg, surely to her delight.