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This vignette was written for HP1741A as part of my Patreon request days for the month of June 2019. It contains unbirthing (or rather the aftermath thereof), masturbation and F/F sex between consenting adults. :3

A New Life Begins

"What's the purpose of your visit, Ms King?"

The fox-taur smiled warmly as she looked down at the suitcase to her right, then back up at the guard with a wink.

"Crime spree."

The lion did not smile back. Gabriella's eyes widened, and she watched the man's expression turn from frustration to nervousness as without the slightest warning she burst into full on tears.

"O-ohh god that was such a stupid joke. I'm so sorry Sir. It's just... people keep looking at me funny, and I know it's because of this. Judging me f-for travelling when I'm so... and I wanted to try and break the ice."

She reached back down her lower torso, and patted as far back as she could reach with her right arm, obviously gesturing to her hugely distended, obscenely pregnant belly.

"I didn't know I was pregnant when I booked this holiday. But, it was one of those early package deals. No refunds. I couldn't get my money back, and it was the trip of a lifetime. I've always wanted to visit your wonderful country, and now I have a baby on the way this will probably be my only chance!"

The tears flowed harder and faster, and her wailing cries grew louder and louder until the lion's nerve broke, he looked down at her passport one more time, and without even glancing at his computer terminal to fill in the rest of her information he stamped it firmly.

"Please, ma'am, there's no need to be upset. I understand, and... I'm sorry that people have been so rude to you. Just remember that we have a very serious job to do here at customs, and while your joke was obviously that, it's not something that we would encourage anyone to say. In theory I'd have to do a whole bunch of extra background checks on you now."

Fresh tears welled up in the fox-taur's eyes, but before she could throw her head back and sob again the lion flailed his hands to get her attention.

"But I won't. Coz, it was a joke, and I know it. And, we're good. Okay?"

He soothed the obviously intensely hormonal woman, and after a few more seconds of her lip quivering, she whimpered, sniffed, wiped her eyes on the back of her arm, and nodded.

"Okay. Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much."

She reached over the counter, took one of his hands in both of hers, and pulled it up to her muzzle for a gentle kiss. The lion let her do it, but hurriedly withdrew his hand. He didn't even try to tell her that grabbing a customs agent's hand was a pretty big no-no too, just ushered her onward and hurriedly called the next person up to the desk before the taur could say or do anything else.

Gabriella padded forward with her suitcase wheeling along behind her, drying her eyes and smiling warmly as though the tears had never even been present. She felt her belly shift slightly, gasping at the brief sensation, and moved her hand back again to rub it soothingly.

"Not long now..."

She promised with a breathy murmur, turning the corner and...

"Oh, shit. Well, not much longer."

For a brief moment she scowled darkly at the corridor in front of her, x-ray machines set up at the exit of the customs area where on her previous trip through this airport, obviously under a different identity, they had only been present at the inbound gates. Her expression of frustration and anger immediately melted into panic though, not the panic of a woman who was about to be caught doing something very illegal, but the panic of an expectant mother.

"O-ohh god, no! I can't be near those! Ionising radiation! My baby will get cancer!!"

She cried out loudly, loud enough for the customs agents manning the machines to hear, and to look over with concern.

"Ma'am, please, don't worry. We have a special machine for use on people who cannot be x-rayed."

The taur shook her head as an otter gestured to a separate machine, a metal detector directly alongside one of the x-ray machines, her long dark hair sweeping out around her shoulders as she began to back up.

"N-no. Please, don't make me go closer. I've ready websites. I've watched youtube videos. Even being within twenty five metres of an x-ray machine can double my baby's risk of cancer. They're even worse than cell phones!!"

She shrieked in her most distressed and harried voice, counting on the fact that in times to come if any suspicion fell on her after the fact, her dramatic, emotional responses would be what people remembered, not any more specific details about her like the fact she was wearing a wig, or the way that her distended belly was hanging low as though filled with a greater weight than a young, pre-natal taur alone should have been able to produce.

"Okay. It's okay, ma'am. We can wave you over with a wand, and check your luggage off to one side, if that's okay? Then we can walk you through the gate over there, way away from the machines, so long as you calm down and let us do our job."

The otter continued as reassuringly as she could, waving a hand towards her colleague to get him to bring over the metal detecting wand. Gabriella paused. Sniffled, and let slip a ragged, shaking breath before attempting to speak.

"Y-you... you'd do that for me? For my baby?"

The customs agent took the wand from her colleague, approached a little closer, and nodded warmly.

"I'm a mother too. I understand how protective you can get. Is this your first?"

Gabriella whimpered.

"Is it that obvious?"

The otter smiled as she began to wave the wand around the taur's large body, then down towards her belly. For a moment, Gabriella prayed that they had remembered all their pre-planning. Then the wand passed on by, and the otter giggled reassuringly.

"I was out of my mind towards the end of my first pregnancy. Not that the next three were much better, but... at least you know what to expect. That protective instinct will serve you well though, so long as you don't let it stress you out too much."

Beaming, still forcing out a few more tears for good measure at the same time, Gabriella nodded back.

"I'll try. Thank you, Mrs..."

The otter let the wand drop to her side, and reached out a hand towards the taur.

"Sarah. I'm Sarah, pleased to meet you... and, welcome. You're free to go."

They shook hands. Gabriella giggled happily, and let the otter lead her to one of the accessible gates far away from the actual x-ray machines.

"Thank you, Sarah. I'm Brittany, and you've really set my mind at ease. I'll be sure to tell my little cub all about you when they're older."

All of that was lies, up to and including the name of course, though insofar as it matched the one on her passport it was accurate. But, saying it did the job. A short while later after her luggage had been passed through the x-ray machine she and her bump were on the far side of customs. A slow, steady walk after that and they were in a taxi, then a cramped subway car with lots of strangers giving her and her bulging belly some looks, and finally another taxi which she made take her to the wrong address three times just to make sure that they weren't being followed.

Finally they stopped outside a pretty nondescript airbnb, and after the very kind driver helped Gabriella to the edge of the front door with her case, she mimicked fumbling with her phone for the entry code until he drove off... at which point she walked around the corner onto the next block and to their actual airbnb.

A quick and rather cramped elevator ride later, and with the door to the apartment locked and double-bolted behind her, Gabriella reached back and tapped at both sides of her hugely swollen belly in a rhythm so specific there was no way it could have been accidental. Immediately, even before she could begin to stumble towards the bathroom as she'd intended, her belly began to quiver. For a few moments Gabriella winced and gasped in genuine discomfort as the outline of a foot pressed against her belly's interior with such force that it actually did bring her belly into momentary contact with the floor. Soon after that though, as she dragged herself down the hallway and into the bathroom before she made a real mess of the carpet, Gabriella had to stuff a hand practically full on into her muzzle to hold back a shriek of what was obviously pleasure.

"Oohhh fuck... you d-dahh... don't have to rub that much, I know you don't. You're t-thaaaaahhhyess... you're trying to make me c-ahhhhhhahhhfuck... and, shit... it's working."

The fox-taur spread her back legs, and lifted her tail up high enough that the skirt she was wearing practically folded back on itself, exposing her backside and her obscenely, overwhelmingly dilated pussy. It flexed and quivered as Gabriella grabbed a towel off the rack nearby and wrapped it around her face, a muffled shriek echoing out into its fabric and a hot spray of fluids pouring from her nether regions a split-second later. Her toes curled, her back arched, and she began to squirt harder as the convulsions of her pussy grew more violent. She screamed, she howled into the towel until it was all but useless thanks to the sheer volume she was producing, and just when it felt like she couldn't take the pleasure any more, a pink, furless hand pushed out of her pussy, flopped around searchingly for a few moments, before finding what it was looking for and starting to violently, mercilessly tweak the fox-taur's swollen, engorged clitoris.

"_ Ohhhhsweetmotherfuckingchristyessssssss!!! _"

Her orgasmic gushing became a torrent, a tidal wave of liquid ecstasy as the forelimbs of Gabriella's lower body almost gave out and sent her toppling to her knees. Somehow though she managed to lower herself down to the ground with all four limbs at once, and as her pussy quaked and stretched out more and more impossibly wide, a second hand pushed forth from it, followed by two arms that reached out, grasped at the sides of Gabriella's hips, and used them as leverage to pull forth the rest of their owner's body.

With a wet slurp and a gasp of fresh air as the plastic portable rebreather fell from her muzzle, the mouse tumbled to the bathroom floor and immediately began to giggle.

"H-holy shit... it worked!"

She wiped the pussy-juice from her eyes, and turned her head to face Gabriella as she began to casually lick her fingers, then the palms of her hands, before realising she was probably coated in a little too much of her lover's juices to clean it all off, no matter how rich and sweet the taste. The mouse grinned as she watched the fox-taur's pussy gape and quiver for a brief while longer; Gabriella still squirting, still cumming hard in the wake of her companion's release from her body. As soon as the gushing of her pussy began to diminish though, she shakily dragged herself around to face the mouse, and whimpered happily as the smaller woman crawled over to her, planted her hands either side of Gabriella's face, and kissed her deeply.

"You did it, Gabby. You got us here. Together. A-and... and now..."

The mouse giggled as two strong arms grabbed her under her own arms, and shrieked with laughter as rather than pulling her closer still, Gabriella pushed her lover back down onto the slick, glistening tiles of the bathroom floor.

"...and now we can start over the way it's meant to be. Together."

Gabriella moaned, bowing her head, shifting her hands from the mouse's shoulders to her hips, then spreading the smaller woman's legs apart with a ravenous hunger despite all that she had just experienced.

"But, first... before anything else?"

She whispered to the woman she loved, bowing her head down between Dawn's legs and flicking her large, rough tongue out across the mouse's pink slit. Her lover squeaked in pleasure, grasped Gabriella's head in her hands, and pulled off her wig with a groan of delight before clamping the taur's face between her thighs.

"Cum for me, Dawn."

The fox-taur gurgled with muffled elation, the tears that filled her eyes on this occasion wholly genuine.

"Cum for me, a-and... and now we're here? Now we're safe? Please. Never, ever stop."

By Jeeves

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