Clovis

>“Servant! My quarters! In five minutes!”
>You snapped to attention with a salute before getting ready to put away your tools
“You’re in trouble noooow” one of the other servants said mockingly at you
>You quipped an eyebrow
>“The prince only calls people to his room for punishment”
>[loud sweating]
>What did you do wrong?
>Did you not clean the floors well enough? Did you not chop enough firewood for the winter?
>You were going to find out
>At the specified 5 minutes, you stood in front of the large red doors to the Prince’s room
>Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door
>“Enter!”
>You dutifully stepped inside
>“Close the door! Make sure it’s locked!”
>Clovis was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his hands were shaking
>The moment the lock clicked, he suddenly turned and was right in your face
>“Can you keep a secret? Can you!?”
>An intense anger was in his eyes
>Or was it frustration?
>Regardless, all you could do was nod spastically
>“Good, because if you tell a soul what you’re about to see I will castrate and cauterize your balls off at the same time!”
>As he walked away, you could have sworn you caught a whiff of something...pungent
>He started looking around for a moment, scratching the side of his head, as if he was debating backing out of whatever he was about to do. He was panting hard
>“I need…I need…”
>And out of the blue, with a frustrated cry, he tore at the bandages at his chest
>FWUMP
>You blinked for a moment
>What you had assumed to be a flat chest now had two creamy colored orbs on it
>Your boss
>Prince Clovis
>Was actually a Princess
>You caught the smell again, more clearly this time
>Your eyes widened, you knew that smell
>She was in-
>“I. Need. You.”
>With a surprising amount of strength, Clovis grabbed you, spun you around before shoving you into the bed
>She pinned you down on the bed and started to tear your linen pants open
>She stopped to stare at your equipment with a mix of fascination and disgust
>With an untrained hand, she reached down and grasped your jewels
>She was trying to coax it out to the best of her ability
>her attempts at massaging felt more like squeezing a stress ball
>at the same time she seemed to be having an identity crisis
>“Tell me…I’m the Prin-…”
>she got quiet for a second
“Prince?” you said trying to guess her next line
>”Of Coins” she said blankly
“Uhh-”
“SAY IT!” she spat as she suddenly put a death grip on your testicles
“You’re the Prince of Coins! You’re the Prince of Coins!”
>“Tell me I’m in charge! Tell me…”
>She suddenly stopped her ministrations on you
>Wait, was she sobbing?
>You looked down over your chest
>Clovis was on the corner of the bed facing away from you, paws over her face
>Carefully, you scooted over beside her and tentatively patted her on the back
>“I…I don’t know who I am anymore”
>You looked around for a moment
>You knew you had to choose your words carefully
>Here goes nothing
“I’m still here to serve my prince”
>She just looked at you
>she wasn’t screaming so that was a good sign, maybe
>“Just…help me”
>She placed a paw on your cheek
>“Help me make this agony go away”
>You pulled her close, wrapping your arms around her into an embrace
>“We’ll go slowly”
>With an uncertain nod, she carefully positioned on top of your lap with her legs going behind you and your arms holding her up as you sat on the edge of the bed
>The bombardment of stimulants and pheromones had your sword now standing full at attention
>True to your word, you slowly lowered her over the pulsating rod
>Her breathing was picking up
>Lower
>Her breath suddenly hitched as the tip entered her
>Her whole body went stiff
>Her legs wrapped around your back
>Her claws digging into your fur
>No turning back now
>Gradually, you guided her all the way down
>There was a stillness for a moment
>”More”
“What?”
>”More! Whatever this sensation is! More of it!”
>Serve your prince, Anon
“Alright”
>The only thing you could think to do was get a rhythm going
>lifting her back up, you let her back down without completely taking her off your gear
>her breathing was back
>and it was fast
>slowly you built up momentum
>this went on for a few seconds
>and then she screamed
>and ungodly sound right in your ears
>you thought you did something wrong
>but her next words suggested otherwise
>”MORE!”
>She suddenly planted her feet and lifted herself off the bed
>and promptly slammed back down on your junk
>Now you had to keep up with HER lest your risk your balls being pulverized
>you started thrusting your hips in conjunction with her slams
>she started to let go of your back as her arms slumped back
> Her panting and pose made her look like she was trying to hold back a sneeze
>she was getting close, you could feel it
>and so were you
>you let less escape her folds as you hit the right resonate gyrations with hers as your orgasm built up
>And with one final unholy wail, her entire body spazzed out
>you locked into her as you fired your load into her
>and then, as quickly as it came, it ended as she slumped over your shoulder
>still holding her, you leaned yourself and her onto the bed proper
>still connected, you brushed a few of her bangs out of the way
>she looked you in the eyes with her tired ones
>”Thank you”
“Here to serve”
>”Your prince?”
>You chuckled despite yourself
“Yeah, my prince”
>A few months passed
>Life more or less returned to normal
>Most of the other servants assumed as the noise was from you as Clovis punished you
>you didn’t correct them
>Clovis still kept to his private chambers most of the time
>You did your usual round of chores
>And then one da-
>”Anon! My room! Now!”
>You wanted to think this was another secret rendezvous, but there was no hint of coyness in this order
>you entered the room
>Clovis was once standing at the fire but she wasn’t pacing this time
>she did however have her scarlet robe wrapped tightly around herself
>The moment you closed the door, she looked at your with a keen bitterness
“Is something wrong?”
>In an abrupt motion, she threw her robe back, exposing her entirety to you
>”Explain this!”
>You squinted and looked up and down her body
>besides being stark naked, nothing seemed to-
>hold on
>was she getting fat?
>what used to be a flat abdomen, was sticking out slightly
>but it wasn’t flabby, it was a perfectly rounded
>wait
“Uh oh”
____
>She sparked a fireball in her hand
>”Uh oh is right”
>she suddenly had you by the tuft of your chest fluff
>”You ruined my life! My plans! Everything!”
>she had the fire ball close enough you were sure your nose was going to get scorched
>”I…I…oh, not again!”
>the fire ball suddenly extinguished and she slumped to her knees on the floor sobbing
>you looked down in a stupor
>part of you wanted to bail out the door and run for the hills before the moodswing went away
>but the other side said to stay close
>you carefully squatted down beside her gave her another pat
>”Everything’s falling apart and I don’t know what to do!”
“Let’s start small, your plans. What was it you needed to do next?
>she sniffled before looking up to ponder the question
>”I have to meet with elder council, the guild needs resources”
“So what’s the problem?”
>”You buffoon! They can’t like…like this!”
>she said gesturing to her swollen midsection
>“Binding my chest is one thing, but this…”
>she paused but shook her head
>”No, the risks are too high. It can’t be done safely”
“When was this meeting to take place?”
>”A month’s time”
>she gave the top of her stomach a poke
>“I’d be huge by then”
“What if we pushed the meeting to a week from now? Get it out of the way while you’re still not fully showing”
>Clovis just sighed before standing back up and with her robe in hand
>”Because, even if we went now. It’d still noticeable”
>she did her arms out as she finished wrapping her robe around herself and tightening the belt
>true to her word, you could still spot the rounded protrusion through the scarlet cloth
“You could still pass as being, well, big
>her eyebrows furrowed
>”Are you calling me fat?”
“No, but for the sake of not being found out, it might be best to pretend like that’s the case”
>she looked like she was torn between pouting, or shouting
>she finally deflated with a sigh
>”Fine, I’ll have the courier send word to push the meeting ahead of schedule
>she poked you with a pink-nail claw
>”But I want you at my side”
>Gave a slight bow
“Of course”
>”Don’t misunderstand. I’m still mad about this. I just…I need someone I can trust in case something goes wrong.”
>You merely nodded
>A week later, you and your boss were standing outside the stone longhouse
>Clovis pulled back her hood and adjusted her hair
>”How do I look?”
>You gave her a once over
>While her chest was fully concealed, her belly made its presence known in the curve of the robe’s fabric
“Like you’re ready to do some diplomacy”
>”Right…”
>she seemed to stare down at the road
“Ready?”
>she sighed and looked back up
>”No, but here we go anyway”
>she cleared her throat, straightened up her posture, marched straight for the double doors, and with as much flair as possible pushed the double doors open.
>”Gentlemen! Glad you could make it!” he said with the confidence of a politician
>the main hall had a long table running down the middle of the room
>sitting at the various chairs were the wolfen elders from across the territories’ villages
>some aged, some downright ancient, some whole, others war-scarred.
>One unifying feature; their shared expression of distaste when the two of your entered the room
>”Ah yes, Clovis” the eldest with glasses spoke “glad you could arrive so…fashionably late”.
>”You’d best have a good reason for calling us all here today” a particularly large and scarred wolf with dark fur barked.
>”Yes, my apologies for summoning you all here on such short notice” he said dismissively as he sat at the chair at the far end of the table.
>”But unforeseen events have made it necessary to push my plans ahead of schedule.”
>”That still doesn’t explain anything” one spoke up
>Clovis sighed
>”Let’s not sugar coat things, we’re on the brink of war. The Templar are preparing to play their hand and negotiations with the Tigers have all but collapsed. We need troops if we are to survive. And I have the means to provide them. The plan is set, the pawns in place. It’s only a matter of waiting now.”
>”So what exactly do you need from us?” the elder with glasses finally asked
>Clovis leaned forward and interlocked his paws
>”Mana-Crystals”
>there was a long pause before someone in the back finally spoke up
>”what?”
>”My agents will need Mana-Crystals in order to accomplish this task”
>”Then why don’t you just bug some merchant at Karne for the bloody stones?”
>”Because I don’t want some cracked discount crystal that’s going to break the moment magic so much as touches it. I need whole, pristine crystals that will hold a charge for a year if not more”
>”That’s absurd!  An elder spoke standing up
>”How do you expect us to get these crystals!?”
>”Well, you can either try your luck digging them out of the ground. Or, you can go door to door looking for heirloom to “borrow” from the peasants
>”We aren’t your slaves!” the scarred elder spat as he stood up pointing.
>”We don’t owe anything to this fattened pup!” he yelled
>You held your breath for the incoming storm.
>but it didn’t come, Clovis merely raised an eyebrow and smiled.
>”Is that right?”
>He slowly stood from his chair and looked over the audience before pointing at a seemingly random wolf.
>”Xavier, for the longest time you couldn’t grow a crop to save your life. To feed the village, let alone your family. Isn’t that right”
>The pale wolf didn’t answer, instead merely nodding
>”Yes, and then you came to me, and my mages enchanted the soil for you. How are your crops now?”
>”….we had another bumper crop this harvest”
>”Yesss” Clovis smirked
>He then turned his attention to another wolf
>”And you, Haden. Your village’s well ran dry and you feared losing your position as chief to angry peasants. So what did you do?”
>”I…I came to you”
>”Yes, you came to me, and my dowsers found you a new source of ground water for your village. Were you overthrown?”
>”No”
>”Is your village prospering?”
>…Yes”
>Clovis finally turned his attention to the scared wolf that sparked this discussion
>”And you, Percius. Your set your village as far east as possible of the wolf territories at the base of the mountains, to show your ‘strength’, to show that you could survive without the assistance of the other tribes. What happened?”
>Percious didn’t answer.
>”Bandits happened. A simple trek over the mountains and the human bandits had an easy source of slaves from a village completely isolated from the rest of the pack.”
>More silence
>”And you too, came to me. You begged on your knees for help. You had lost your wife, your sons, your daughters. You would do anything to get them back. And what did I do, Percius?”
>You swore even the stone walls were grinding in discomfort at this point.
>”I sent my best agents up those mountains. They found the human camp, and they showed them,” he pulled a mana-crystal out of his robe, “that even if we can’t draw mana from the earth, we are just as lethal if not more so than any human Templar”
>as he spoke, some red sparks arced off the crystal before finally dissipating as he finished speaking.
>”And did I return your family to you, Percius?”
>”…yes”
>”Have the bandits ever dared attack your village since?”
>He shook his head
>”So as you can see, you don’t just owe me some crystals. You owe me your livelihoods!”
>”Everything you are! Everything you ever will be! It will be because of ME!
>”And I come to you with a simple request, and you spit in my face?”
>”Do you think I can’t take these things away just as easily as I gave you?”
>No one answered
>”So when I call on you”, Clovis leaned close to the scared one
>”You will answer, you will not disobey, and YOU WILL deliver on my request! Or I will personally undo everything I have given you!” he barked as will he drew his face closer to the elder’s one looking down.
>”And if I so choose to indulge myself to a roasted turkey, who are you to question it?”
>the council looked at each other in confusion at the seemingly random remark
>”You have one month to deliver the crystals to my estate. I don’t care the means you obtain, or deliver them, just have them on time.”
>Clovis, with his demand declared, strode over to the exit as you opened it for him.
>you took one last glance at the elders, most were back to mumbling to themselves as you shut the doors.
>turning around, you found that in the short span of time, Clovis had leaned against the wall and slumped down to sitting.
>”That was the hardest meeting I’ve ever had to address” she panted.
“But you did it. And you won’t have to do another one until after the baby is born”
>“After the baby is…’ she parroted before shaking her head
>”I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’m not sure I want to”
>You once again found yourself sitting down beside her
‘Then don’t. We can move ahead, one day at a time”
>”One day at a…” she paused a moment before nodding
>”Alright”
>You stood up and offered her a hand
>with a moment’s hesitation, she took it and pulled herself up
>”Thank you”
>You nodded as the two of you began you walk back to the estate
“One thing though. I know it was to cover the belly, but I’ve never seen you eat turkey before.”
>”That was more an impromptu craving, most likely from my charge”
“Make sense”
>”Speaking of which, we need to stop at the meat market in Karne to address said cravings”
“Alrighty”
>”Along with a jar of garlic jelly”
“Bleh! That’s the line right there for me!”
>And she giggled with a smile
>The most genuine smile you’d seen from her in a long time.
>And so a month came and went
>The villages whose elders attended the meeting had the crystals sent to the estate within the first week
>for all intents and purposes, Clovis had the resources needed to set the his plan in motion
>and at the moment, he could care less
>you had entered her private chambers to deliver her dinner (tuna and olives)
>but rather than the usual song and dance of snatching up the dish and scarfing it down, she merely motioned for your to enter the room without even looking at you.
>currently, she was standing in front of the bedroom’s full body mirror, completely in the buff
>one minute, she’d stand front facing to it, then switch to in profile the next.
>This went on for a good ten minutes while you sat in the back watching this event unfold
>you took the time to stop and examine her body from afar
>while she was still lithe, you could make out the subtle changes to her body, minus the rounded orb of her midsection
>her hips had rounded out a bit, and her chest size was slowly going up in preparation for the inevitable milk
>finally, she spotted you in the mirror and sighed
>”Just say it”
“What?”
>”I’m fat”
>You had to hold back from rolling your eyes as you set the plate on the table and stood up
“You’re not fat. You’re pregnant”
>”Same thing”
“Nooo, one is caused by one’s inability to stop stuffing their face. The other is caused by a baby.”
>”I stuff my face…”
“To feed said baby”
>she squinted at you through the mirror
>”Are you going to have a comeback for everything I say?”
“I try” you said with a smirk
>she rolled her eyes instead before looking back at herself in the mirror
>“It doesn’t feel like my own body anymore”
>risking her wrath, you stood behind her and placed your hands on her shoulders while looking at her reflection
>it didn’t come, she merely raised hers up to interlock with yours
>she’d seemed to be in her own little world as she looked down herself
>”I wasn’t always like this, you know”
>”Not”, she gestured to her belly, “this I mean. I…wasn’t always…female”
>you hadn’t heard this before
>you had mostly assumed she’d been incognito since she founded the organization.
>”A while back, I had some wolves who owed me for a service attempt to steal a crystal from right under the Templar’s noses. Everything was in place, everything should have gone perfect”
>her hands tightened around yours
>”And then, at the last second, everything went wrong”
>”I was cursed, turned into the very thing I loathed, I despised.”
>”And then, as if to put icing on the cake of misery”, her hands drifted down to cup her belly, “this happened”
>”My entire world’s been turned upside down”
>you weren’t sure if you had done it subconsciously to try and comfort her, or if she had started it in her stressed state, but the two of you slowly rocked back and forth.
>”but I’ll fix this”, she looked up at herself, “I’ll turn all of this around. All I need to do is set this job into motion. I’ll have troops for the territories, I’ll have my means to undo this curse! I’ll be free!”
>as she spoke, there was a wild fire in her eyes that seemed to grow.
>finally, you spoke up
“Have you enjoyed any of it?”
>”What? The weird carvings? The sore feet? Or the ever-growing chest?”
“Are you saying you don’t enjoy the foot rubs?”
>”Weeeell, I didn’t say that”
“And the chefs have been able to keep with the cravings, right?”
>”Speaking of which” she eyed the plate on the table through the mirror “I’m about to have at that tuna”
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I don’t think it’s as bad as you may be painting it”
>”Yeah right! Let’s see you carry around a baby for-“
>she suddenly froze in place, seemingly looking off like she was trying to hear something
“What hap-“
>Without answering, she abruptly reached up, grabbed your arms, and pulled them down to her belly
‘Wha-“
>”Wait”
>You didn’t move. For a moment, you weren’t sure what you were waiting on
>Then, it happened
>You felt something flutter
>Ever so faint, but it was there
>”It…it moved!”
>she turned to face you
>she had a look that was a mix mash of surprise, shock, and…joy?
>”It moved! It moved! It moved!”
>you had to almost lean away a little as she jumped up and down with her chant
>yep, that was joy
>you kneeled down in front of her
>head right level with her stomach
“4 months…So small and already kicking like a champ”
>”It’s real. The morning sickness, the soreness. Just symptoms. But to actually feel it…”
>You looked up at her, chin ever lightly resting on her belly
“Is it so bad now?”
>she looked off to the side
>”Well, maybe not”
>You donned your best grin
>she glared back at you
>”But I’m still calling on that foot rub when I’m done with the tuna”
>Ever since your child’s quickening, Clovis had mellowed out a bit
>And by a bit, very little
>Something was always sore, there was always a new exotic craving to sate (pickles wrapped in bacon)
>but a new complaint was preparing to rear its head today
>”Anon!”
>you set your book down and made your way upstairs
“What’s wrong?” you asked peeking your head in the door
>Clovis turned around
>she was wearing her old cape again, and like her former wardrobe, nothing else
>she had a pitiful look on her face as she looked up at you
>”They’re sore”
>well at least it was something you could handle
“Time for a rub?”, you said as you shut the door
>her expression went from sad to anger in a blink
>”Not my feet, you dolt!”
>she cupped the open air around her chest
>squinting a bit, you looked at her chest.
>they did look a bit engorged, having gone up at least a cup size since you two’s first night together
>you could even make out a bit of pink where the nipple was beginning to-
“Ohhh”
>”They’ve been sore ever since the start, it’s how I figured out I was, you know”
>her ears drooped
>”But now they’re actually starting hurt”
>you already had a pretty good idea what the problem was
“Hang on, I have a theory”
>you approached
>she was already looking a bit apprehensive
>you knew there’s was no way she’d let you test your hypothesis
>so you cut to and gave one of her nipples a quick brush with your thumb
>she gasped and recoiled back, covering her chest
>she looked like you had just slapped her
>”Why you-!“
>you pointed at her chest
“Look”
>she looked down and blinked
>the breast you had brushed was now leaking a white fluid
“I was right, your colostrum has come in”
>”My what?”
“Your milk I mean, you were under so much pressure just touch it caused you to start leaking
>”Now what?”
“Well, the best way to deal with it is to relieve it”
>”How?”
“You got a jar?”
>”Not in grabbing range”
“Well, there iiiis another way”
>There was a pause
>”Well?”
“It’s, uhh, bit more…direct method”
>She stared for a moment, then went wide eyed when it clicked
>”No”
>You shrugged
“You’re going to start leaking everywhere unless you deal with it”
>”But can’t we do something else, like, I don’t know, just squirt it out the window or something?”
“The other groundskeepers might spot you if you do that”
>Clovis looked terrified thinking of the possibility
>she looked around for a moment, trying to find some unseen solution to her current problem, before slumping her shoulders defeated.
>”Fine”
>You nodded before motioning her to sit on the edge of the bed
>you grabbed one of the table chairs and set it in front of her
>you stared at her chest for a moment
>you two had done much, MUCH than this, and yet this situation almost felt more uncomfortable
“We’re going to go slow”
>you leaned in and with what little oral finesse you had, you used your tongue to lap up the leaking colostrum from her left nipple you had brushed
>Not bad, kinda sweet actually
>she instantly hissed as her fingers and toes curled
>you stopped a second to look up at her
“You going to be ok?”
>”Don’t stop!” she barked
“Got it”
>time for step two
>you latched onto her breast with your whole mouth
>tongue teasing the exposed flesh
>here came the panting
>now that you had a seal going with your mouth, the flow was much more consistent
>your child was not going to go hungry
>you looked over and saw her right nipple, lonely and deprived of attention
>reaching over with your free hand, you started to stimulate the other nipple
>like the one you were currently tending to, the mere act of rubbing it was enough to get it to begin “expressing” the fluid
>a minute or so and you swapped off to the next breast
>After a few minutes, you finally released your mouth from her breast
>you wiped a bit of stray colostrum off your mouth
>a bit had managed to get on the bed sheets, but that was a matter that could be handled later
“So…better?”
>still in a daze, she just gave a lazed nod
>”I think…” she panted, “I just found a new chore for you”
>well that was one way to put it
Oh so slowly
5
>You cracked an eye open
>You could just make out the facial features of a sleeping Clovis across the bed
>For the first time, she had asked you to spend the night with her
>She claimed it was due to nightmares, but she wouldn’t say what they were
>You didn’t know if this was an excuse, or a legitimate thing
>it didn’t matter though, it gave you the opportunity to be close
>even if she was asleep
>also it allowed to do what you had planned next
>ever so carefully, you scooched out of the covers down the bed a bit
>you placed two fingers on the side of her belly
>you paused a moment to make sure Clovis didn’t stir
>she didn’t move
“Are you awake?”
>but it wasn’t addressed at her
>but rather her unborn child
>you got a slight nudge on your fingers from within
“Good, good”
>you paused for a moment to try and find the right words for the next bit
“I know this probably isn’t the best time to do this, but it might be the only chance I get. And after you’re born, you won’t understand for awhile. ”
>you sighed
“I know mommy can be a bit, loud, and a bit short tempered sometimes but…She’s…under a lot of stress. Things are changing for her, in ways she never predicted. You were…something she never saw coming. She’s nervous, she’s…afraid.
>another nudge
“Just…know this. No matter what happens, or how she acts, she loves you. We, love you.”
>you leaned in a kissed her belly
“Good night, little one”
With the same care as before, you laid your head back on your pillow and closed your eyes
What you didn’t see, however, was an amber eye crack open after you had drifted off
>in silence, a tentative hand reached out and rested on your shoulder, it’s owner pulling herself as close to you as she could
>the quietest of snifflings breaking the silence
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6-1
>As the day was coming to a close, Clovis requested you bring her dinner to the bedroom
>though at the same time, she also requested you bring something for yourself up with you
>with both dishes in hand (pulled pork on sauerkraut and your smoked turkey)
>Clovis was already sitting at the dinner table
>candles already lit
>still wearing the hood and robe combo
“Not going to wear the nightgown I got you?”
>she groaned
>”Anon, while I…appreciate the gesture, my wardrobe is one of the few things in my life I still have control over. Please, don’t take that away from me.”
>technically, your suggested wardrobe covered up more, but you weren’t going to argue
>you set the plates down and took your seat across from her
>”We have matters to discuss”
>you raised an eyebrow
>She was doing to political diplomat voice again
“Uh, ok”
>”How long have your worked for me?”
>you looked off to the side trying to remember
“Five, maybe six years”
>”Occupation?”
“Groundskeeper at first, later a servant in the estate itself”
>you decided to get a tad bold and probe this discussion
“Where are you going with this?”
>”Since I hit the halfway point of this pregnancy, I’ve been cooped up in this wing of the estate. Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind so much, but, there’s matters that need my direct attention but I can’t afford this secret to be revealed.
“Can’t you just do the chest bind thing?”
>”I’ve already tried, the enchantment works on flesh, but not fluid. Or at least not milk anyway. And I seriously doubt any amount of your “tending” will alleviate the problem.”
>”And this”, she leaned back and away from the table, presenting her swollen belly “Isn’t something I can just dismiss away as fat anymore”
>she took a bite of the bitter concoction on her plate before continuing
>”while the other estate workers have managed to remain relatively autonomous in the daily routines, it won’t be long before they notice this impromptu “extended vacation” I’ve been on is taking longer than it should. While some of my affairs can be handled behind the scenes, some need a face to go with it, a person”
>you grabbed a piece of turkey while she continued-
>”I see it fit to give you a promotion to my second in command. Effective immediately
>and almost choked on said piece of turkey
“Wha?”
>”I need someone to act in my stead, at least until our child is born.”
“Wait, what exactly am I going to be doing?
>”I need you to make sure the final pieces of my plan are in place”
“And what’s this plan you keep mentioning?”
>she twirled her fork for a moment before answering
>”Next fall, there’s going to be a meeting between the Templar and the Tigers. The town the meeting is taking place is called Edinmire. Not particularly noteworthy, but it does have one detail we can exploit. Currently, it’s being used to hold the local wolf populations that didn’t flee when the war started. We plan to cause a…distraction at the meeting, and liberate the prisoners to bolster our ranks.”
>You paused to take this all in
“Isn’t Edenmire all the way on the other side of the human territories?”
>”Yes, that’s where the next detail comes in. The town is also home a Riftwall, one of the few still working. And this Riftwall,” she leaned forward. “Just happens to be connected to the one in Moelygarth, right in our backyard.”
“Convenient”
>”Indeed. When the war began, I had some of my best agents go take the tavern. Now, it’s one of our base of operations.”
>”For the time being, the Rift is sealed. But once the time is right, we will reactivate it and storm the so called “Wolf Pens”. We’ll have our troops for the war, and I’ll get my prize from our benefactors”
>”What I need you to do, specifically, is travel to Moelygarth, make sure all the supplies and agents are in place, and report back to me"
“And how are they going to know these orders for a report are coming from you and not something I’m pulling out of my ass?”
>”There’s a code phrase that will legitimize your claim, ‘I’m here to pass on the coin’. State that, they shouldn’t give you problems”
>One more pause
“When should I get started?”
>”I’d like you to make the trip within the month. I’ll need the information to plan out the final stages of the strike for me and the troops”
>Hold on
“Wait, what? You and the troops”
>”Yes, I’ll be there to make sure the attack goes according to plan”
>concern rising
“What about the baby?”
>”Well clearly it’ll be born by then”
“Well yeah, but you’re going to be back in direct operations, right?”
>”yes?”
“Then whose going to be taking care of it?”
>”Eh, I’ll hire a wet-nurse. That should handle things, right?”
>you took a moment to process what you were hearing and choose your next words carefully
“Clovis, do you care about this child?”
>Anon, I am THIS close to getting my old life back! I can’t worry about secondary details now!”
“So that’s all it is to you…a secondary detail. Just shed it all off and act like it all never happened?”
>you shook your head and stood up from the table
“Just remember, that detail you’re willing to abandon has a heart, a soul, and it’s going to wonder why its own mother doesn’t love them.
>and with that, you walked out of the room
>Clovis still sitting in stunned confusion
6-2
>Pain, splitting pain
>That was about the only thing Clovis’ brain could register
>that and a voice berating her
>”Push!”
>trying to follow the order just incited more pain but she bore down
>One cry of pain, and it was over
>she panted a moment before looking down
>blood and fur
>that’s all she could make out in the person’s hands
>a keirdran pup
>but something was wrong
>it wasn’t moving
>”why’s he not crying?”
>she looked up at the person
>No answer, Anon simply started to turn and walk away
>”Wait, where are you taking him?”
>He disappeared into the shadows
>”No!”
>alone
>unloved
>”NOOO!”
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>Clovis snapped awake and shot up from her pillow
>she took a moment to take in her surroundings
>it was her room, moonlight pouring in from the window
>no all-encompassing void past her bed-
>the baby!
>her hands shot to her belly
>still there, still swollen
>its occupant giving a nudge to make their presence known
>she breathed a sigh of relief
>it was just a dream
>still…
>she looked over to the other side of the bed
>it was empty
>…she was still alone
>in a move she wouldn’t have made a few weeks ago, she grabbed her bed sheets, draped them over herself like an oversized blanket, and peeked out her door
>all the servants had either gone home, or in the barracks
>carefully creeping down the halls, she found the room she was looking for
>fortunately, he left it unlocked
____
>”Anon?”
>you grumbled a moment before opening your eyes
>it took a second to register who you were looking at
>your boss was sitting beside you on the bed
“Clovis? Are you alright?”
>She looked down
>”…No”
>And out of the blue, she broke into sobs
>carefully you sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her
>this time for sure you it was you starting the rocking back and forth motion
>you let her cry on her shoulder for a minute until you could tell she had calmed down
>carefully, you held her by the shoulders and looked at her
“Now tell me what happened”
>she gave a sniffle
>”I had the nightmare again”
“You mean the one you had a few months back?”
>she a slight nod
>”I had the baby and…you took him and left”
>she started crying again
>you brought her close again
“Clovis, I’m not going anywhere”
>she looked up, wet lines visible down her face
>”Really?”
>you nodded
“Here, let me prove it”
>you hopped up from the bed and lit the nightstand candle to get some light
>in the corner was something with a white cover over it
“I was going to wait till later to surprise you with it, but I think now might be more appropriate
>and with that, you pulled back the cover
>it was a small redwood crib
“Just needs a pillow and a blanket”
>she stared at the tiny piece of furniture for a moment
>”You made this?
“I’ve been working on it for a few months now”
“I’m in this for the long run, boss”
>she grabbed you and pulled you into a hug
>more tears
>”Thank you”
“No problem”
>”I…don’t want to be alone, can you stay in my room for…the foreseeable future?
>you gave a chuckle
“Of course”
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6-3
>The morning sun shined through the window, demanding you wake to greet it
>after trying a minute to resist the urge, you finally cracked an eye open
>at least you had something nice to wake up to
>Clovis was sprawled out on the other side of the bed
>One of the few moments she looked peaceful
>no fretting over work or the baby
>just a still, content demeanor
>you wished there was some way to keep that calm when she was awake
>you idly swept a stray bang out of the way of her face
>a pair of brown eyes opened slightly to meet yours
“Mornin’”
>”I slept in didn’t I?”
“Yep”
>she groaned as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes
>”I’ve got paperwork I need do”
“Aw come on” you pouted as you propped your chin on the pillow beside her
“It’s the weekend though, take a day off. Relax”
>”I don’t know what that word is” she said trying not to look smug
“How about a bath at least before you jump into the paperwork?”
>”Well, you certainly need one”
“Come on now, you know you need one too”
>you hopped out of the bed, and stood by her side of the bed
>her eyes went wide when she realized what was coming
>”Noooo”
“Yes”
>and with that, you scooped up your fecund princess
>”Ack! Put me down!
“Nope! Everyone’s getting clean!”
>and with that, you carried her over the threshold into the bathroom
___

>after a minute or so to warm up the water, Clovis let herself submerge a bit under the water while propped up in Anon’s lap
>it didn’t occur to her how sore she was until the therapeutic heat soothed her muscles
>”Ok, maybe I needed this”
“See? Told ya”
>she felt him work a bit of the shampoo into her head and back fur
>”You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever bathed with”
“I seem to be first for a lot of things”
>”Well…I never really opened up to people. Even before the change.”
“Can’t trust anyone?”
>”I trust you”
>he lathered the shampoo in a bit
 “Do you think you would have had kids otherwise? If all this hadn’t have happened”
>she pondered the question for a moment
>”It had never really crossed my mind. Maybe waaay down the road if I retired and passed the title Prin-I mean, Lord of Coins to someone else”
“I thought it was Prince of Coins”
>”Lord of Coins sounds better”
>she could see Anon raising an eyebrow out of the corner of her eye
>”Or the dragon may or may not have made where I can’t say a certain word without it turning into Princess instead”
“Oooh”
>”Though looking back now, I’m not sure I mind how things turned out so much”
“Would you still turn back if you got the chance?”
>”Well I wouldn’t say no, but I could take it off when I need to play mommy for little one here”
>she idly rubbed her belly a bit
>his hands interlaced hers
>”My turn to ask a question”
“Shoot”
>”How did you know about stuff like the milk coming in?”
“My mother was the healer in our village. Add two younger siblings on top of that, and I wound up passively learning a bit more than I cared to know”
>she snickered
“Still, I’d say it paid off to know in the end. Mind your eyes”
>with that be poured a bucket of water the clear the suds off her head.
>for a moment she leaned back a bit, resting her head on his chest
>then her face went blank
>“I just realized, we haven’t picked out baby names”
“I thought you were going to pick them out”
>”Me!? You’re the baby expert here!”
>you sat there a minute trying to ponder up some names for your upcoming child
“Well, maybe Nakoda for a boy, and L’nuk for a girl”
>”Going the traditional route?”
>you shrugged your shoulders
“You put the responsibilities in my hands”
“Alright, Mr. Expert tell me; boy or girl?”
“Do what now?”
>”Do you think I’m having a boy or a girl?”
You looked over her shoulder and cupped her a belly a bit, giving your most convincing “hmm”
>”Well, there’s an old wives tale that if you grow more outward, it’s a boy. If it’s more out to the sides, it’s a girl.”
>”And?”
“Well, to be honest, you’re kinda small in the first place so when the baby hit, you’ve kinda rounded out in all directions.”
>”You calling me fat?”
>here we go again
“Nah, just a big baby!”
>right on cue, you felt a jab on your palm from the inside
“Big healthy baby since you’ve been eating right”
>”I wouldn’t call have the things I’ve stuffed my face with the past 6 months ‘right’”
“Just part of the process”
>she got quiet for a moment as she looked off to the side
>”I wanted to thank you”
“For what?”
>”For putting up with me. The complaining, the weird cravings, mood swings. Anyone else probably would have given up and left.”
>she looked over her shoulder at you
>”But you didn’t”
>You waved it off
“Anyone with a heart would have”
>”Regardless”
>she shifted her weight and turned around to face you
>you were in an all too familiar pose
>”Allow me”, she draped her arms on your shoulders
>”To thank you proper”
>and with that, she brought her hands around your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss
>you offered no resistance and returned in kind
>your hands wound up going down the sides of her body before cupping her breasts
“I won’t lie, you’ve filled out nicely since the start of this”
>she hissed for a moment before smirking at you
>for once she wasn’t taking it as an insult
>”I don’t think we have to pretend we don’t know where this is going”
“Nope”
>you were already ready to go
>carefully, she started to pose over your manlihood
>but just as she was starting to come down, she froze
>”Wait”, she snapped her eyes at you
>”Is this safe?”
>it took a second a second to process the question
“Yes”
>”Oh, well then” she promptly came down on your red line”
>you gave a grunt as the weight hit
“No subtly with you”
>”Hush, you love it” she panted as she started up a rhythm
“Yeah”, you huffed
“You’re right”
>and with that, you decided to have a moment to lack self-restraint and placed your muzzle between her fun pillows for a moment
>Yep, squishy and fluffy all at the same
>with that out of the way, you started to
>you felt her place a hand on your chest and abruptly pushed you over
>if you were on the shallow part of the private bath, your face would be underwater and not just the back of your head
>while you were flat on your back, she was looking over you smirking
>”Now, now, I’m here to treat you. Just back”
>she leaned forward, her breasts dangling just over your face
>”and let me do all the work”
>she started her rises and falls over while keeping her hand planted on your chest
>probably to keep from toppling over from the baby belly weight
”You –ah- deserve to be treated too”
>”You’ve done –hiss- so much mo-AH!” she tried to retort, only to be cut off as you gave a sudden pelvic thrust, causing everything from her belly to her chest to jiggle from the sudden jolt
“How…about” you panted as you leaned up and brought her close, or as close with a belly in the way
“We treat each other?”
>she didn’t answer, but you felt her head nod in a slight twitch
>rather than the frantic pace you two put on during your child’s conception, you slowed down
>deep and deliberate
>you were going to keep going as long as your stamina would allow
>you wanted the gods to be jealous
>you both writhed together, making waves through the water
Her moans a harmony to your panting
>you weren’t sure how long you two managed, but eventually it reached its crescendo
>her body was shivering as it was reaching its limit
“Ready?”
>she opened her eyes for a moment and gave a nod
>and in the final stretch, you sped up the momentum
>a moan built in her throat, louder, and louder, until finally in left her mouth in a cry of bliss
>and in one moment of raw instinct, you both embraced each other for dear life as the orgasm wracked both of your bodies
>with every ounce of energy spent, you let yourself fall on your back in the shallow pool in a dazed mess
>somehow Clovis had managed to stay upright
>her hands on her belly
 >”We woke the baby”
>with a faint chuckle, you reached up gave the furry orb a brief rub
“So are we going to get out of the tub?”
>”Mmm, give it a minute” she said dismissingly as she laid sideways with her head across your chest
“Good…good, ‘cause I can’t feel my legs”

>3 months later
>You watched your fecund mate(?) pace the floor of her room
>this had been going on and off for the past hour
>finally, you asked the dumbest question possible
“You ok?”
>”No I’m not ok!” she spat
>“I’m sore!”
“Where?”
>another unknowingly stupid question
>”Everywhere!” she said as she turned to face you
>she raised a foot and pointed her hands at it
>”My feet! My chest! I’m bloated! My damn skin hurts! I hate this!”
“Honey, you’re just tense over-“
>”Don’t you ‘Honey’ me!” she growled as she bared her teeth at you
>you leaned back a good 3 feet
>she clicked her claws together in a fidgety manner
>”It’s just…” She suddenly turned and yelled at the ceiling in frustration as if to spite some unseen afflicter
>“GAAAAAAH! I can’t take this! You’ve had your fun mocking me! I had enough! Make! It! STOOOP!”
>that’s when you noticed something
“Uhhh, Ho-Clovis? You’re leaking”
>”What do you mean I’m leaking again!? You just took care of them an hour ago!”
“I don’t mean your chest” you said worriedly
>She finally looked down
>there was a clear puddle around her feet
>her mood changed in a heartbeat
>”Oh noooonononono! I’m not ready! I’m not ready for this!” she looked up at you with a face of terror
>you shook off your stupor and was at her side in a blink
“It’s alright, let’s just get to the bed. Just breathe. Don’t forget your breathing”
>you were doing your best not to panic despite every fiber in you wanting otherwise
>Carefully, you helped her onto the bed
>on all fours and no point to modesty, she lifted her tail
>it wasn’t long before the contractions reared their ugly head
>as did her seething rage
>”I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” she roared between heaves
>“she doesn’t mean it” you had to remind yourself in your head
>she was scared
>and so were you
“You’re gonna get through this. Just breathe and push when your body tenses.”
>The passage of time seemed to blur
>Maybe it was minutes, maybe it was an hour
>Either way, you were at her side the entire time
>she almost broke your hand at least once
>but it all melted away in an instance, when you looked back to check her progress
>something was starting to emerge
>rather abruptly in fact that you had to scramble behind her just to catch it
>the world went still for a moment
>silence
>deafening silence
>Clovis looked over her shoulder
>her eyes wide in terror as her nightmare was creeping towards reality
>you were holding your breath
>then finally, in an act of mercy from the world, the cub let out a cry
>you lifted up the baby as you finally remembered to breathe
“It’s a girl!”
>Carefully, you sat down beside Clovis and handed her daughter to her
>The new mother started at her cub for a moment, taking in every detail
>most of her fur was dark like yours, but down past her forehead, around her eyes, muzzle, all the way down her belly, was the creamy color of her mother
>she was still for a moment, before she shook into sobs
>she brought the crying fuzzy thing close to her
>”Hello, my little L’nuk”
>she was rocking back and forth again
>”I’m your mommy, he’s your daddy and…we love you”
>it didn’t take much effort to get the infant to latch onto her chest
>you looked at each other for a moment as the pup started to nurse
“I love you”
>”I love you too”
>And with a kiss, you set those words in stone
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>a few months had passed since your daughter’s birth
>Clovis had attended one more meeting to get the last details of her plan set and remind the world she hadn’t died in a corner somewhere
>The official story was he was off tending to a mistress pregnant with his child
>the magic based sound proofing he had placed on his wing of his estate years ago left no evidence to prove otherwise
>but beyond that meeting, she was at her estate, caring for her newborn
>No need for a wetnurse
>This day in particular though, she was short a pair of hands
>”Your father is late, L’nuk. Shall we throw him in the dungeon?”
>the baby wolf just gurgled at her mother
>”Alright, for him this time. But only because you’re so convincing” she said tickling her cub, prompting a squeal of joy.
>right on cue, you came through the door
“Sorry I’m late” you said as you set a bag down
>”Now where, oh where have you been?
“I uh, made a stop at Karne”
>“Karne?”
“Yeah, I uhh got some extra stuff. Baby garments, cloth for the diapers, and uhh.”
>Clovis looked at him slightly unconcinced
>he shocked his head
“I had this whole big thing planned out in my head, and now I can’t remember any of it
>Clovis tilted her head at him
>”Wha-“
“So, here we go”
>And in a single fluid motion, he was on his knee
>with a small box in his hand
“Clovis. Prince, Princess, or Lord of Coins”
>he popped the box open
>a small ring sat in its center
“Will you marry me?”
>she stared dumbfounded at the tiny metal ring
>finally, she gave her answer
>”For you, yes!”
>he gave a smile and put the ring on her finger
>Little Lnuk giggling and clapping with her little paws the entire time
>you two hugged, slowly rocking back and forth
>”Thank you”
“Always”
>she may not have planned this
>but for her, things could only be uphill from here

The End