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LATE NIGHT RELIEF

by SilverAlethia

Archantael huffed and leaned against the doorframe of a house she’d grown to know well in the past few months. She fumbled with her keys in the cold and dark. The winter chill nipped at the pangolinfox’s fur that she just couldn’t properly cover with her jacket. The wood creaked and Archantael sighed as a breath of fresh, warm air washed over her face. She crossed the threshold into a darkened entrance way. Her fox eyes could see better than most in the gloom, and she didn’t need to turn on lights to find the coat rack near the hall closet.

The hybrid had just unzipped her winter jacket when something silky and warm brushed against her shoulders and eased her out of the garment. Archantael jumped at the touch but immediately relaxed. “Alethia,” she sighed.

“Archantael, hon! You’re glowing!” The two vixen snickered at the months-long inside joke. Alethia helped Arch out of her coat while the pangolinfox kicked off her winter boots. Something very firm and warm pressed against the small of Archantael’s back as a stray silvery tail cradled the weight of her own womb.

Archantael huffed in annoyance but her smile still glimmered in the darkness. “How do you do that, Alethia? You’re two weeks away from your third trimester and you’re so damned quiet still. You keep doing this and I’m putting a bell on you.”

Warm arms embraced Archantael from behind. The pangolinfox felt a huff of hot air ripple the fur on her cheek as Alethia sighed before planting a kiss on her cheek. “These terms are acceptable,” murmured the kitsune. “But only if you get me a cute collar to go with it. Maybe a nice purple to match my eyes. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you so late?”

Archantael mewled softly and leaned into Alethia’s hug. When she was released she turned and plucked at the silk pajamas that did not cover the harsh slope of her gravid belly. “I’ve been trying to sleep for hours and kits won’t settle. And I knew you’d be awake an- AH!” She flinched and winced as she staggered and her tail bumped against a small table near the door.

Alethia’s hands were steadying Arch the moment she flinched. The kitsune looked down, indigo eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. “Want me to put the kettle on or do you need something else, luv?”

The pangolinfox smiled weakly and leaned against Alethia’s shoulder. She nuzzled at her silvery smooth neck fluff but felt her knees go weak as another kick wracked her. Oh gods they’re fighting again. “Can you do that thing you do? You’re not in the middle of anything, right?”

“Nothing important. C’mon.” Alethia took the hybrid by the hand and led them down the hall towards a door with light shining from under the crack in the door. A tail tugged gently at the hem of Archantael’s pajamas: a silent question.

“Yes, please,” sighed Archantael. She could feel those clever tails start to slide and coil over her, tugging the soft, worn fabric over her curves with practiced ease. Alethia had opened the door. In the light that shone into the hallway Archantael only just noticed that Alethia wasn’t wearing any clothes. “Alethia, I thought you said you weren’t in the middle of anything.”

The Ninetales smiled wide and shrugged. “Just scribbling before I heard you pull into the driveway.”

Archantael smile mirrored Alethia’s. “You’re writing nude? What’s the occasion?”

“It’s my own damn house,” said Alethia, a little defensively. “And you didn’t seem to mind when you could still fit under my good writing desk. Now why don’t we take care of why you’re here and get you in bed?”

Archantael flushed happily and half-waddled to Alethia’s bed. With a rustle and a flop she draped herself over aquamarine sheets. She stretched and flexed her feetpaws, grateful to take the weight off of them for a time.

Alethia sat next to her and ran a hand gently over the slope of Archantael’s womb. It was so much larger and more shapely than Alethia’s was. “Girl, you really did get ambitious for your second stab at surrogacy. How many more weeks?”

“Eight weeks, at least,” moaned Archantael, half in relief, half in exhaustion. “It can’t be over soon enough. I don’t think I’m cut out for multiples like this.”

“I think you’re doing great, hon.” Alethia sighed. She leaned to her side and placed a kiss on the pangolinfox’s belly. “Especially for quads. I can’t believe that your donor family asked for that many.”

“They wanted triplets, Alethia. But somehow I got quads! Quads! And they’re -oompf- they’re certainly scrappy.” Archantael flinched again.

Alethia felt the force wracking Archantael shake the bed a little and winced in sympathy. “It do be like that sometimes. I decided to give myself a break and sign up for a donor that wanted a singlet and guess what? Identical twins! There’s a lot to like about this job but I’ve learned the only thing you can expect is the unexpected.” She cracked a grin.

Archantael sat up with some effort and playfully swatted at Alethia’s nose with the scales backing her tail. “You’re atrocious sometimes.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” snickered Alethia as she rubbed her snout. Her tails slithered out and laced themselves beneath where Arch was just laying down. “Now why don’t we lie back and get you what you came here for.”

There was a rustle and flump as Archantael flopped back on the bed, so that she was draped over Alethia’s silvery tails and the two vixen were laying in opposite directions. The hybrid let out a soft sigh as she nestled herself deeper into Alethia’s natural warmth. “How do you stand being this cozy all the time? I feel like it’d make a girl sleepy.”

“Years of practice. Now tell me where it all hurts,” said Alethia. The question was mere formality. her tails began to coil again, finding the source of Archantael’s myriad aches: the small of her back, the sensitive weight in her breasts, her knees and thighs that were still tingling from the relief of not having to bear Archantael’s burden for a time. Alethia knew, of course, because these pains were so often her pains too. Her fur glowed with the gentle warmth of a heating pad, so that all those pains could melt away under the glow of foxfire. Alethia scritched sympathetically under Arch’s whiskers when she felt her nuzzling against her thigh. “Any better?”

“Stars above, yes…”

“Good.” They sat in silence for a bit, save for the faint hum of Alethia’s foxfire. The kitsune’s hand idly rustled the fur of Archantael’s neck before traveling south. She lingered playfully over the plump breasts but moved on after only a gentle smushing. Archantael mewled pleasantly and wiggled her legs a little. Alethia could feel the scales of that big pangolinfox tail brushing against the ends of her own.

When her hand reached the sharp slope of Arch’s middle, the hybrid let out a squeak as another kick wracked her. Alethia let out a soft tut-tut sound as her hand began to glow brightest blue with harmless flame. “Hey now, that’s not very nice. Why don’t you calm down and let your momma sleep tonight, hmm?”

The warmth increased, and Archantael felt her whole body begin to unwind as she was utterly lapsed in the kitsune’s comfort. “A-Alethiaaaaa,” Archantael’s voice was a low, drawn out quaver as she tried to fight back a yawn. She felt her instincts guiding her body, urging her to curl up into a scaled ball before falling asleep. She tucked her knees against her belly as best she could and slowly flopped onto her side to rub her cheek against the fur on Alethias thigh.

“Alethia,” Archantael murmured. Her tail had tucked underneath her feetpaws, and they had begun to knead the scale-backed fluff to anchor her and keep her curled up. She was yawning again. “Y-yooou don’t mind… don’t mind if I stay the night?”

“Archantael, dear, you stopped needing to ask permission for that months ago.” Alethia leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Archanatels now-calmed womb. Gently, she shifted on the bed, so that her warm and silky cheek was resting in the crook of Archantael’s neck. A tail reached out somewhere behind her and found the light switch. The bedroom was plunged into darkness, but the kitsune’s tailtips and markings still glowed blue as the foxfire continued to fill the bedroom with her warmth.

“I needed this Alethia. Thank you.” Some shift in the house had caused a draft to rush through Alethia’s house. Archantael curled just a little tighter against the sudden chill, but then there was Alethia! Her arms and tails enveloped her before a blanket was draped over them both. A tail had even begun to work on tucking them in.

“Any time, sweet.”

Archantael let herself drift off again. The last thing she remembered before succumbing to sleep was the line of languid kisses that Alethia’s lips were tracing along the scales on her shoulders and the sensation of being peacefully, delightfully cozy.