FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Trissie slowly surfaced from her deep sleep enveloped in warmth. The source of such was instantly recognizable. One of her arms was draped around the trim midsection of her home for the last couple nights... or however long it had been.

Forest was still sound asleep, one arm draped around the skunk's shoulder to keep her close, chest raising and falling with his breath.

She enjoyed quiet mornings like this, where she'd find herself released from within the wuff to spend some time with him outside before they either parted ways or he returned her to his warmth. It was easy to just doze back off until he awoke, wrapped in heavy blankets with his body heat surrounding her in comfort.

But then, an unexpected scent. Cinnamon buns.

Trissie opened her eyes slowly to the early morning light creeping through the blinds in Forest's bedroom. The scent grew stronger and more alluring, mixing with some yeast-y notes... It took her a few moments to realize it must be the wuff's roommate up early baking... but the lazy cat usually slept in until noon.

Curiosity and appetite piqued by the scent, she gently rolled and slid out from under Forest's arm to slip out from the covers and out of bed.

Forest shifted in bed, a low growl escaping his chest as his cuddle-companion slipped away. His arms grasped onto the end of the skunk's long, silky tail as he rolled onto his side. He relaxed again, muzzle buried into the fluff there.

Trissie blushed softly, but had plenty of slack to explore what was going on if he was at the tip of her fifth appendage. She grabbed her glasses off the nightstand, then one of the wuff's old hoodies. It was one that he had nearly gifted to her from how often he offered her to wear it when she was bare. She slipped it on and zipped up the front before she pressed the bedroom door open.

She had expected the apartment outside of the bedroom to be a lot chillier, but the baking had warmed things up considerably. The hoodie was comfortable either way, so she left it zipped up as she turned the corner to see the dining area and a bit into the kitchen.

The table was covered in various baskets full of still piping hot baked goods, hot cross buns and muffins and cookies in the shapes of bunnies... in amongst the baskets were several large colored eggs in different patterns. Their surfaces were glossy and they rested on bundled up blankets. Each one was familiar to her, though she couldn't quite put her finger on exactly why.

Looking past all that, Trissie spotted a figure in the kitchen, perhaps as ill-dressed as she was.

A tall, blue furred bunny was standing at the oven, facing away from the door. From this angle the skunk easily could tell the lapine was only wearing an apron and nothing else. The white fluff on the underside of the upturned tail, the darker fur along the edge between the two colors, the near-black fur on the long ears and the blue coiffure atop... Trissie remembered that sometimes Forest's roommate was a bunny.

Pickra lifted whatever he had been working on at the range and turned, revealing the broad, round belly he was sporting. The curve was unlike after a good meal, more resembling a taut dome where the apron clung to it. The stiff fabric draped down and forward from it, not conforming back down the underside of his belly. His work was revealed to be the very same cinnamon rolls that Trissie had smelled, now freshly iced.

He perked up as he spotted the skunkette. "Oh! Good morning, Trissie! Wasn't expecting to see you just yet."

"Really?" She smirked a bit, starting to walk over to the table. She could feel Forest's grip on her tail hold firm, but she still was able to stretch enough to get there. "How long were you thinking? I mean, you're obviously so far along and I don't think you even had the first hint of a bump when Wuffles had me last..."

A blush rushed across Pickra's cheeks. He cleared his throat. "Oh... I... uh... I'm sure you'd like to have a cinnamon roll, or perhaps a muffin? Bun?"

Trissie took one of the place settings on the table and used the mat to take the warm tray from the bunny's hands, setting it onto the table. "Honestly, Kitty, you should be off your feet. What, in your third trimester already?"

The usually-a-cat blushed even deeper at this treatment, swallowing. He looked over to the couch. "W-well I suppose I have been up baking for quite a while..."

The skunkette took one of the bunny's mitted hands and guided him over to that couch, while the other sneakily snuck a cinnamon roll out of its spot in the pan on their way past. When Pickra flopped down, she straddled his lap, her free paw moving to his belly to start rubbing through the apron. It was certainly something hard and round inside, she could feel.

Pickra groaned and let his head fall back onto the top of the couch as the skunk got into kneading.

Trissie giggled quietly as she pressed and kneaded along the dome. She casually took a bite of the cinnamon roll and mmmed at the rich flavors melding on her tongue. While she swallowed, she could feel Forest finally slipping out of bed, thankfully onto his feet from how her tailtip oriented.

The wuff in question soon walked out from the hall to see the pair on the couch. He rubbed his eyes blearily, then slipped his glasses back into place, other arm still clutching skunk tail like a security blanket.

She shifted out of Pickra's lap to rest beside him, one paw still roaming along the dome of his belly. "Shame, Forest. Letting this poor bun do so much work when he's clearly pregnant."

Forest blinked slightly out of sync in his bleariness. "Trissie... You know that he's been made an Easter Bunny too, right?" He started to cross the room, gathering the slack of Trissie's tail in his arms on the way. "He's made to lay eggs and make sweets this time of year."

Swallowing a mouthful of cinnamon roll, Trissie beamed. "Oh, I know. It's just been making him so flustered to keep acting like he's an expecting mother though. Adooorable."

Pickra let out an indignant squeak at this revelation.

"Now, back to the matter at hand," The skunkette playfully resumed her act. "The father of these babies should be more responsible!"

Forest blinked, then slowly smirked himself. "Oh, I'm not the father." He casually looked over at the gathered eggs on the table, then back to Pickra. "I was the feeder, though."

Trissie followed his gaze. The familiar colors and patterns clicked. Each egg... Oh. "Ohhhh..."