Modo waited a good twenty minutes before finally standing up and heading for the house with Throttle in his arms, hoping that Vinny was already out of the shower since Throttle needed a bath and to have some of her injuries treated too.
He was amazed that he hadn't broken any bones during her lesson. Though he had held back as much as he possibly could to refrain from doing any serious harm to her. It didn't change the fact that he knew how dangerously close he had come to doing serious harm. He was after all five times her height and had close to a hundred and ten pounds of pure muscle on him.
And she was just so damned small and fragile looking.
He stepped into the house as quietly as he could and listened to the sound of his mother humming, something that she only did when one of them was being tucked in for the night and smiled slightly as he made his way upstairs.
He paused just outside of Vinny's bedroom and peeked in and saw his mother sitting on the edge of Vinny's bed lightly running her fingers through the white furred mouse's hair as he lay on his side facing away from her.
His small body curled up under the covers.
Modo wanted to interrupt and ask his mother if she would bathe Throttle but after seeing her like this he found that he couldn't begrudge her a little bonding time while putting Vinny to sleep. So he'd just have to bathe Throttle himself.
Which wasn't going to be all that difficult, despite his discomfort at seeing her naked again, especially considering that she was dead to the world at the moment. He could wash her hair and put her in one of his shirts then tuck her into her bed before seeking out his own.
He carried Throttle down the hall and slipped into the bathroom and kicked the door closed then set her on the counter and used his tail to hold her upright when she started to slump over to the side a bit while he grabbed a towel for himself and her. Then turned his attention to undressing her.
After doing such things with Vinny and his other sibling, Modo had grown accustomed to undressing and redressing his siblings after their baths. Practice for the future- His mother often told him teasingly, leaving him somewhat clueless about her meaning. Practice for what? He found himself wondering again as he deftly tugged Throttle's shirt from her pants and then unbuttoned the front and paused when he noticed the thick soft brown colored fur that had grown in where she'd had bald spots before.
Her whole chest and stomach was covered in it. So was some of her shoulders and arms. Her neck and the underside of her chin. Fascinating- When had this started to happen? He wondered as he used his tail and one hand to hold her up while he slipped one of his hands along the downy soft fur that was starting to cover her body.
He had noticed that her features were more mouse like recently. Her ears, eyes, muzzle- hell, even her tail had changed a little bit. Becoming more and more like his own. Her body was also becoming more and more distinctly female. It no longer changed gender at random. So it appeared that she had been excercising more control over her abilities to better blend in.
Knowing this made him immensely proud of her. She had come so far in such a short time. How could he not be proud of her?
He slipped her shirt off of her then used his tail to lift her up so that he could slip her pants from her legs. Hn. Her body was not only becoming more and more like a mouses but her muscle definition was becoming more like theirs. Her slender, and lithe body was becoming more graceful. Less clumsy.
Her limbs were a bit longer, the build more defined.
She was going to be beating males off with a stick when she started to go into season. Modo thought wryly as he slipped her pants completely off and then tossed them and the shirt into the laundry hamper then quickly turned the water in the bathtub on and stripped his own clothes off. Then picked Throttle up and climbed into the tub and settled her inbetween his legs so that she was resting against him.
He stretched his legs as best as he could in the cramped tub and sighed as he leaned back against the side and picked up the soap and started to carefully run it over Throttle's fur. Starting at her neck and shoulders then working his way down to her arms and then her legs (but only below the knees) Anything higher would just be weird for him.
Once he was done with that he held her as close to the spray as he could to rinse her off before going to work on her hair. It took a little while because he washed her hair three times and was about to start on it the fourth time when he caught himself and made an strangled sound. Just what the hell was he doing?
Her hair was clean. So why did he feel the need to wash it again? He didn't get it but he forced himself to stop anyways. Besides he needed to clean himself up before the warm water ran out.
He shifted so that Throttle was off to the side a bit and quickly cleaned himself up then rinsed off and turned off the water then stood up and grabbed one of the towels that he'd pulled out earlier. And used it to Wrap around his waist, tying the ends into a knot so that it wouldn't fall off before grabbing the other towel, and using it to scoop Throttle up out of the bathtub.
He shifted his hold on her a bit so that he could wrap the towel corners around her to preserve her modesty and headed for the door and stepped out just as his mother was passing by. They both paused, he with an blank look on his face and his mother gave him a knowing smirk before walking on.
Frowning at her back, Modo scratched his cheek with his one free hand and looked down at Throttle, carefully cradled in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Just what the hell had that smirk been about? And why did it disturb him so?