>You aren't entirely sure of any details
>All you know is that something had you afraid
>Terrified, even
>Something in the dark
>"Anny? Are you all right?"
>Despite the fact that you now have fur and are wearing a sleeper, you shiver
>"Anny? Come on, girl..."
>Is someone watching you?
>Or perhaps something
>"Anny! Wake up!"
>Light consumes the darkness and you feel warm
>You open your eyes, Blue is standing over you nudging your stomach with his snout worriedly
>You hug his head and he's visibly relieved
>"Phew... That must have been some nightmare, eh?"
>You try not to think about it
>He settles with giving you a kiss on the forehead and lifts you out from under the blankets
>Then the sleeper comes off and you're back to just your fur and a diaper
>Blue tosses the sleeper over onto a drawer then comes and puts you on his back
>You latch onto him in a hug and he tossles your mane, smiling
>You smile back
>The two of you head out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, where Orange is coming in from the bathroom
>She seems distracted, running a brush through her mane and is about to say something when she spots you
>"Oooh! Good morning, Anny!" she says in a sweet tone
>She comes up and nuzzles you and you sit up to hug her snout
>"You're up early, sweety"
>"I think she had a nightmare, she wouldn't stop fidgeting and just looked terrified."
>You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to block out the few memories you have of it
>"Awww, poor thing."
>Orange lifts your head up with her snout and you open your eyes
>"Don't worry, mommy and daddy will fight off any monsters."
>While you doubt they could do anything to make that dream any better, her reassurement does help quite a bit and you smile
>You feel Blue come in from the side to nuzzle you
>"That's right, no monster's gonna scare my baby without a fight."
>The three of you just share the moment together in silence
>It's ultimately Blue who ends it
>"Well, I should probably get her in the tub before she gets diaper rash. I'll take a bath with her too, save some time. Can you make breakfast?"
>"Sure thing, honeybunch."
>They kiss and Blue takes you off to the bathroom
>Before he sets you on the floor, you see that the tub is already filled with water and that there's a wet towel hanging up to dry, leading you to the conclusion that Orange just got done her bath
>The tapes are undone and the diaper is thrown away before you're lifted into the tub and Blue comes in to join you, but not before grabbing something from the sink
>*Oh snap is that...*
>Quack quack!
>Mother fucking rubber duck
>Blue drops it and it begins to bob around in the water
>"You play with that for now, Anny, while I clean us both up. He tossles your mane again before getting to work with the gel first on himself
>You take him up on his offer and boop the duck, causing it to quack which in turn makes you giggle
>This shouldn't be this funny but now it is
>Because reasons
>You keep up playing with the duck, even getting into the habit of playing a babbling version of Peek-a-boo with it before Blue gets your attention again, holding the cup up to you
>By now he's rather well lathered up, almost completely white with suds
>"You wanna get daddy back for last night?"
>You grin and grab the cup, he holds onto it to keep it steady, and he lowers his head so it's easier for you to pour it over his head and laugh
>"Gah! I'm blind!" he cries out playfully and you cheer for his performance
>"Oh, don't worry, Anny. Your time is coming up soon enough," he grins before setting to work lathering you up now
>You give him some difficulty, not giving up so easily on playing with the duck but before you know it, you're covered with water again
>You look up at him pouting and he laughs, kissing your head before giving you a second rinse
>Blue gets out of the tub and starts to dry himself off, leaving you to play with the ducky some more
>Alas, time flies when you're having fun and you're soon lifted out of the tub to be dried as well
>Before you're too far away, though, you grab onto the duck with your mouth and once he lays you on your back to be rediapered, you quack it at him and he errupts in a fit of laughter
>As he recomposes himself, you pull the duck out of your mouth and have a staring contest with it, pulling it closer and away from your face
>Have you really fallen so low so quickly that you're actually playing with a rubber duck?
>It does beat the alternative of doing nothing
>Just barely
>"Aaand done! Now, let's go get some grub, sweetie."