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Published: 2017-03-28 01:22:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 15550; Favourites: 170; Downloads: 0
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‘I mean, look at you!’ The doctor protested, ‘Your body has gone crazy trying to deal with this pregnancy.’Amenii could not deny that accusation, she had been feeling the effects for the last four months, and they were only getting worse with time. Still she could not bring herself to look at the doctor before here.
Taking her silence as an admission of guilt he continued. ‘Your chest has inflated beyond what any bunny I can ever recall seeing, and your Belly! -It looks like a casual sneeze will cause you to rupture.’
‘I know bunnies love to multiply, but You, you, have taken this to a dangerous new level.’ His expression hardened. ‘What were you thinking when you decided to do this to yourself?’
It was all she could do to hold back her tears, the words hurt, and had cut her deep. He was the third one to give her the speech. Each in turn had stared at her with a mixture of horror and shock. The first hospital she had visited nearly whisked her away to the emergency room, thinking she was about to go into labor. Why should this one have been any different?
‘I’m going to be frank.’ The doctor continued, his tone softening, his outrage overcome with sympathy. ‘ If you let this pregnancy go on much longer it is very likely that both you and your…child, will die.’
Amenii’s hands moved from supporting her weight to clasp her swollen belly in a protective embrace, that did not please the doctor, who gave her a disproving glare.
‘Have you even considered what would happen to you if you fell, right, now?’ He added, looking at her perched at the edge of a chair far too big for her small body. ‘Did you honestly think you could carry this child to term?’
Yes. She wanted to say the word, but it lodged in her throat. Yes, I want to feel her growing within me, kicking, I want to be there when she comes into the world, not asleep in some operating table.
‘I had hoped that a responsible bunny, like you would know that cross breeding is very dangerous.’ Something must have shown in her face, as the doctor frowned in disproval. ‘That thing, growing in your belly – it may be the death of you, even if you survive child birth.’
‘Her.’ Amenii’s voice was a whisper.
‘Excuse me?’
‘Her.’ Amenii lifted her gaze, her hands rubbed her belly. ‘She’s a girl. And I am going to do what is best for her.’
Pushing herself off from the chair, she dropped to the floor, and nearly fell. The doctors hand snagged her shoulder at the last second though, pulling her back to her feet, his face a mask.
‘That’s what I am afraid of.’
C.S. Notes: A continuation of the story arc that was started here: Growing Pains
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Seeing that she had conceded a little, it gave me more courage to push on. "Most definitely, when we meet your employer, I shall ask for further details of you as I find you intriguing." I cajole her. "That is a very stately and regal name. Seems to me, the more I know of you, the more layers I find. Hopefully, it will be an unlike an onion, that as you peel away layers, one tends to cry while doing so. But like any arduous task, the reward is sure to be found at the kernel." I say with a smug grin.
I wave my paw in annoyance at my drink. "Doctor's orders. She doesn't want me to aggravate my high blood pressure anymore as she finds drinking 10-12 cups of coffee everyday is unhealthy for me. She now limits me to one to two cups of regular or as much decaf as I want," saying with a frown. "One has to make adjustments as one gets older and take what pleasures one can get out of life as one never knows when His Maker will call." I sigh in exasperation.
"But enough about me," I grin at her, seeing how quickly she had managed to turn the tables on me. "You won't distract me from my quest at the moment. So, if this will not be too personal a question, have you been mute all your life or is there some tragedy in your past that caused it? Knowing your employer, he tends to gather mammals with devastating backgrounds around him as if it were a hobby." I say with a wry smile.
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Sirse regards you carefully, her brows knit, with a touch of irritation. Clearly not fond of the idea of someone trying to push their way into her life's history uninvited.
Nodding politely she listens, and taps her own cup, holding up a single finger.
As you phrase your last question Sirse's face flashes with emotion, to quick to recognize, and just as fast it is gone.
For a long moment she just stares at you her eyes folded back, those hazel eyes burning into your own. With delicate care she pulls a sheet free and begins writing very quickly.
'Tell me about the most intimate sex you have ever had. Tell me all the details. Every thrust. Every moan. What you did to her, how she acted, everything.'
She lets that note sit. Then slids the second across to you.
'Uncomfortable question?'
The third note is phrased a little less chilly, but still has a bight to it.
'He. Does not gather. Complicated.'
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As I scan the sheets, my mind is awhirl. Such a feisty one! Still, the sweetest fruits can sometimes be found amongst the thorniest branches. "Very well, if this is how you plan to play, then I wish to extract a quid pro quo. I answer each question as honestly as I will and I expect the same when I ask mine. If you agree to these, then, we can begin. If not, I will bid my adieu. I will answer the last two as a freebie. No. My apologies, my mouth runs off with me as I tend to have paw-in-mouth disease. I meant 'attract' as a form of compliment."
"Having said that, I will get a refill for myself as I expect this to last much longer than I had originally anticipated. Think on what I said and I expect an answer when I get back. Would you care for a refill yourself?" I offer, standing up as an excuse to gather my thoughts.
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Tapping the side of her cup, she gives the slightest nod, her face remaining a mask of neutrality. Sirse's eyes follow you all the way to the coffee hut, and linger, as she awaits your return. Those hazel eyes never blink, or betray the slightest indication of what she is thinking.
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My mind sends of warning bells advising to tread carefully with this one. Aware of the minefield that I will be stepping in, I compose myself and like our fabled demi-god, Hercu-bear, I gird myself for the task at hand.
I return to the table with her refill and I, mine. "So, what is your answer, mon petit cheri?"
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Taking her cup in both hands she takes a long slow draft, eyes locked on yours over the lip of the cup.
When she finishes, she pushes a single piece of paper across the table.
'What you propose is acceptable. Answers are to be given in good faith, provided, we play to twenty questions.'
'It would be unfortunate to end a game to quickly.'
Setting her coffee cup down, she posture relaxes.
Another note: 'If you agree. You may begin.'
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"Very well. So, here is my PG-13 rated version as I am a gentlemammal and will not kiss and tell such lurid details that belong in a trashy pulp mean to be used as titillating literature by young horny teens looking to get off using their paws," I sneer. "Besides, as crass as the question is, my values demand that I respect all females and not treat them as mere objects."
Settling into my chair, I stare off into space, fondly reminiscing my various sexual romps till I settle on the one that warms my heart. "My late wife and I had been married for six years and our first child was a year and a half old by then. We had just come back from celebrating my latest promotion with friends over dinner and drinks. She may have had maybe one too many to drink but she was very clear what she wanted once the bedroom door had closed behind us after she had checked to make sure that our eldest was asleep and I had paid the babysitter. She wasn't inebriated but tipsy enough that her inhibitions were down and she let out her inner 'female-in-heat' side." I chuckle. "My sow, as female bears are called in case you were wondering, pounced on me and dug her claws into my arms in her attempts to get me undressed. To say that I was pleasantly shocked would have been an understatement. Although I normally take it upon myself to be the aggressor in a relationship, something about a female taking charge in the bedroom is quite sexually invigorating." I pause to sip at my coffee, allowing the images to replay in my mind, giving me time to edit for my female audience, not wanting to sound oafish. "As we wrestled each other out of our clothes, we managed to dance our way to our matrimonial bed where she neatly used better leverage to get me to land on my back. She was a 'wildcat' - pardon the pun - by this time and reached out to unhook my belt and remove my pants. I was hypnotized by her savage animality and the effect of it could be clearly seen through the tightness in my underwear. The hungry look in her eyes as she put her paws on my crotch in order to massage it to greater lengths only fuelled my ardour further. But I was just as impatient and reached up to bring her to my side so that I could taste her luscious lips in a kiss that would make the great lovers, Antony and Cleopatra, blush. As we were intimately wrestling with our lips, my paws had been busy, shedding as much of her clothing as I could, leaving her in her lingerie and black stockings, the ones she knew drove me crazy. She knew I loved looking at her dressed in those garments and she had been teasing me all night long, crossing and uncrossing her hind paws while we were with our friends at dinner. At one point, she had allowed me to caress her thighs but had smacked paw away when it attempted to go underneath her skirt. This time, she allowed me to freely roam as I caressed her body, feeling the silky material beneath my paws and the soft flesh underneath." At this I paused, looked at my cup and remarked, "Well, that leaves me quite thirsty and it seems I need more refreshment as well as a bathroom break. Since they offer both here in this establishment, I shall return after a brief respite," I say standing up with my cup in my paw. A good storyteller, as my motto says, leaves them with enough to want more.
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As you get uo to relieve yourself you catch, just for an instant, what may be a shocked expression on Sirse's face. Apparently she had not thought you would take her seriously, but was to hesitant to stop you once you began.
A blink, and her neutral pleasant expression reasserts itself. She gives you a brief nod, she crosses her legs, and leans back to wait.
Something glitters in her eyes as she watches you go, a token of respect perhaps?
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Encouraged by the young vixen's response, I finish with my ablutions and refresh my drink, purchasing another pastry as storytelling gets me quite famished. Returning to the table, I place the pastry between us in an unspoken offering and retook my seat across the mammal who had challenged my capability to be audacious. She had forgotten that with age, one becomes quite desensitized to being shamed. In fact, one would say that as one got older, one would become more shameless, chuckling at my own pun.
"So, where was I? Ah, yes, I had my paws all over the succulent flesh of my mate who I was playing and worshipping like a heavenly instrument gifted to me by Gaia herself. By the sounds she was making, she definitely liked the chords I was strumming," a smile playing around my lips as the memory brought back a long-forgotten joy. "After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, she growled with impatience and pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips with her body, grinning ferally through half-lidded eyes, her chocolate brown eyes hungrily ravishing me. She reached behind to remove her bra and presented me orbs that would make Venus envious. She leaned over for a kiss while rubbing herself onto my bare chest, mischievously tickling me to heighten my arousal to greater heights."
At this, I glance at my watch as an alarm sounds and pause. "Welp, I had forgotten I have an appointment at the gym. Doctor's orders," I say by way of apology. "We can pick this up another time at a place of your choosing and convenience," as I stand to take my leave. "Please, the pastry is yours to finish or take home with you. You know how to reach me but for now I must bid, 'Adieu' and 'À la prochaine'," as I shamelessly pluck the little vixen's paw and plant a kiss on the back of it before quickly exiting before the young mammal can react, chuckling as I do.
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For a second the little vixen is makes to follow, then thinks better of it. Not quite sure if she should be angry for him leaving the story unfinished, irritated that he did not giver her the chance to bid him farewell. Saddened for the loss of his company, or relived that he stopped a very mature story in such a public location.
Looking across the room where the bear vanished Sirse took a rare moment and let her defensive guard relax, not drop, Never, drop. But relax. An unexpected shake came over her, and she looked around the room. It was an odd feeling, one she had not felt in a long time.
Regret? Had she been enjoying his company that much, her gaze drifted down to the little cake. She knew what her employer had taught her about attachments. A hard lesson, that she would not forget. For an instant her anger flared, not at Gus, but at herself, she had let him captivate her with his stories, his words.
She looked at the cake, her hand twitched raised as though to strike it from the table. A liability. A weakness. A... A... Gift.
How long had it been?
Very carefully, she took out a napkin and wrapped the pastry inside it, her hands moving with delicate care.
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As Gus departs from the gym, he felt a small twinge in his existince, as if someone had mentioned his name in passing. Curious, he muses, now why would someone use the very thing that he was told not to do. The only mammals he could think of were Amenii, Nera and the engaging little vixen. But he had already seen the pair and they were enjoying their two twins immensely so he was sure they would not be speaking about him. And, if it was the vixen, why had she broken the #1 Cardinal rule of her employer? Had he made that much of an impact on her that she had forgotten? If her did, he wryly grinned, he hoped she would reach out to him so that he could further entrance her with his unfinished story, just like Scheherazade in the Arabian Nights.
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As though sensing your motives, your gaze is drawn across the street. There sitting on a bench with a content look on her face is Sirse. Her hazel eyes focus on you, and for a second you can almost hear a whispered 'come.' in the back of your mind, or is it just the sound of traffic meeting the wind?
The Idea that she may be tailing you does bring up interesting questions.
That and the subject of Names could prove an interesting avenue to explore.
Cocking her head to one side, Sirse regards you calmly. Waiting. Silent. Traffic moves down the street, cars, vans, and a mixture of other vehicles. Their sporadic appearances hiding the vixen form sight for a few moments at a time.
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Despite my bulk, I agilely avoid the passing cars, and manage to cross the street. "Bonsoir, mademoiselle! What brings you to where I exercise?" saying with a twinkle in my eye. "Given your already svelte and lithe figure, it would be a waste of your money," I chuckle. "Surely, you can't be craving for the rest of my tale this quickly? I thought that meaty morsel would have been enough for a day or so? And may I ask, was it you who called me by my name?" raising an eyebrow. "Surely you wouldn't do anything as foolish as that, given the many lectures I have received from both you and your employer? If it was you, however, may I inquire why?"
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As to answer your last queation, Sirse extends a single finger and taps it lightly against her throat, smiling. Her meaning apparent.
Pursing her lips, she extracts her not book and begins to write again.
'I would like very much to hear the conclusion of your tale. And I surmise you have questions too?'
Tapping her notebook she scribbles a second note and passes it to you, hazel eyes brightening.
'There are names, and then there Names. In good faith you answered two of my questions.'
More writing, fast and in a small print as to fit more on each page.
'The difference between a name such as Gus, Nera, Amenii, Judy, Nick, or even Sirse is little. Mortals are always changing their personalities, they remake themselves again and again. One can speak such names without issue or fear.
It is when one invokes a name, like my employers, or the one you spoke of before, the photographers, that you cause great trouble. When you speak a name such as that, you send out a call, you touch said creature, make it aware of your existence. And it, in turn can touch you.
Sirse's hazel eyes fix you with a gaze of compleate seriousness.
'And it was not I who evoked your name.'
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"Hmmm, that evokes a bit of foreboding. Who was it then that called out my name?" concern written over my face. "And, I can't imagine the reason for doing so. Would you care to illuminate me further?"
"As for my tale, on further reflection, needs to be told in an area where young teens and pre-teens cannot get in and listen to the conversation. I assure you, my tale will border on areas having legal ramifications if such youngsters are able to hear of it. I do not purvey in smut. I, if anything, am an eroticist, and I like the challenge of describing carnal desires in their most chaste and flowery form without taking away the passion of the act."
Suddenly, realizing that the vixen had hustled me, I chuckle. "Yes, you said twenty questions. I do recall now that I have asked you several but they were not directed at finding out more about you. I will not make the same mistake again. You are so very much like the genie in the magic lamp," grinning upon seeing the con before me. "Giving yet taking away. I like that." I smiled.
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Sirse's eyes twinkle as though you have touched on a partial truth.
Her hands move with steadfast grace as she writes out two more notes, handing each one to you in turn.
Is that another question? A bear has asked three questions of me, and in turn I have given a bear three truths.
I will permit a bear to withdraw his unanswered question, as we are playing in good faith, if that is his wish.'
The little vixen smiles and spreads her hands wide as though to indicate balancing scales.
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I chuckle. "No, I entered into this agreement with eyes wide open but a mind clouded temporarily by your unnatural beauty. I am a mammal of my word. Having mentally reviewed our conversations this far, it seems that I have asked over nine questions of you to your two. If anything, mon cheri," as I gently grasp her two paws indicating being evenly balanced to guide one above her shoulder and lowering the other to her chest level, as I gaze into her radiant hazel eyes, my touch lingering a little longer than necessary, "you should not shortchange yourself."
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Those inhuman eyes twinkle brightly at you, as you stare into those eyes a primal hunger begins to creep over you.
Warmth seeps through the little vixens paws into yours. This close you can smell her perfume, light and delicate as she is, tickling your nose.
Around you the world fades to those eyes as they gaze into your very soul.
Then, her lids flutter closed, and the moment passes. With delicate care she steps back from your grasp, and flips open her notebook, hazel eyes still smoldering.
'If it is your wish, the game was made in good faith though. I will only claim, three of your questions.'
'This time.'
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how much longer is she gonna be able to make it??
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Brhrhahahaffahffffff.... Your asking Me? 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
Not something I know, She could get hit by a car on the way home, and well that would be game over real quick. She's going to try and last as long as she can though, this is only month seven though...
So basically, there are 3 months left...
I estimate she's gonna have to have the baby during either this month or next month
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Most likely... Or sooner. She's just to small to carry something that big for long.
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Ethan: OH GOD! IT'S AN XENOMORPH TRYING TO BURST IT'S WAY OUT OF HER CHEST!!!!
(seriously, this was his IRL reaction to this pic)
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'No its not!' Amenii protests, grasping her belly defensively.
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Ethan: Have the aliens hypnotized you? There's no way that can be a bunny in your belly.
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'No!' she howls in distress, causing Nera to take note. 'It's a Hyena I have growing inside me. -Not dissimilar to the one behind you.'
A meaty hand falls on your back, as Nera growls. 'You aren't causing trouble, now were you?'
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Ethan- N-no! Wait a minute.... how did you get a hyena inside you... eh, I don't want to know anymore. What are you going to name it?
(Can I use this in my fanfic?)
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'Her.' Amenii amends, still looking a little peeved. 'Nera and I are still working on names.'
(And go ahead, just make reference to where they come from please.)
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already have: www.fanfiction.net/s/12416526/…
(the part with her having the baby is going to come in the next story)
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A very tired looking Leopard gives you a weary look, dark circles under his eyes betray his lack of sleep. 'Can I help you?'
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Yes I'm a friend of Amenii.
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'The pregnant bunny, yes...' He pinches his brow, trying to work away a headache. 'The one who decided to try and couple with a species three times her size. God. What was she thinking?'
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She's wanted to think if she wants them or not. So do me a favor and cut her some slack. Or else.
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'Them?' The doctor looks up, his eyes narrow. 'She only has the one cub, thank God - if she had more than one Hyena growing in her belly, I can assure you, she would not have made it this far into her pregnancy.'
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Amenii turns hearing her voice. 'Hmmm?'
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Congratulations old friend
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Smiling, 'Thank you.' her hands go to her belly.
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Mind if I feel your belly?
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'Just be gentle, alright?' Amenii turns to face you.
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Sure. *feels her belly*
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The skin it taut, but warm to the touch, you can feel each heart beat reverberating through Amenii's small form.
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A donor, the name was left out, but Amenii was very particular about the traits. And...did I mention she's carrying a Hyena child in there, not a batch of bunnies? O.O
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I was going to ask if it was Nera's, but then how do two females make a baby?
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Lol! well that would be something, but no Nera is not the father. Unless...some Interdimentional time traveler sought out an alternate dimension in which Nera was a male and brought back his seed, gave it a false name, and made sure Amenii selected it for artificial insemination... But that could just be a nasty rumor floating around.
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After all, I did say all these time lines were connected.
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