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Bearing Fruit

by Zatie Luna Vulpe

The scrawny little human yawned as he sat up, stretching gently. His eyes found the clock automatically. Seven AM, he'd have an hour to get ready and an hour's drive before some woman will have misconstrued that green light special means sale.

Or he would have, had his cellphone not buzzed sharply and reminded him it was Sunday. He blinked and stared at the screen. 'Comin 4 U Dean' with a picture of the front door to his building. His lips curled upward as he slipped out of bed.

By the time the front door was knocking, he was in his black skirt and a bright yellow blouse, cool blue tights with his hair combed back just so.

"Come-ing!"

He had the door open in a second. As soon as he did a brown cow and a kangaroo wrapped their arms around him and snuggled up to his shoulders on either side. Dean made a little 'oof!' but was wracked with little chuckles.

"Hay gi-irl!"

"Happy Birthday to our favorite person in tights!"

"You're looking so fine, you must be magic this early in the morning."

Dean giggled and nuzzled into their shoulders. "Aww girls why did you come so early? You could have waited or had me meet up or-"

Chala rolled her eyes and snorted her bovine nostrils at him. "Look at this girl, thinks we're gonna make her work on her birthday, uhn uh, have you even eaten yet? Of course you haven't, your stove is cold, you are going to sit ri-ight here."

Chala gave Dean a dainty shove while Binda took a seat right next to him, tail lashing through a slot designed to be furry ergonomic.

"I believe our friend is in one of her moods, but she's right: you are not going to do a thing, it is your special day today and we'll have none of your talk otherwise."

"Girls for goodness sakes it's just my birthday! Gosh it's like you've been waiting all year!"

Binda giggled in her slightly nasal way. "Oh but we have! Now you hold still with this hair of yours."

Binda was using a thick brush to run through Dean's hair. He shivered a little as the rounded bulbs of the thing's spokes touched his scalp. A little calculus took place: Was it the venti frapps? When he figured out how to put Sephora's spring line on a cow muzzle? Was it just the fact that he's a girl... maybe? Probably?

His hair felt a little tight but his head didn't move.

"What are you doing miss Aussie?"

"Oh you think I should be a conditioner spokes person? 'G'day mate, try this product straight from the outback in Austrailah.'"

Dean snorted and Binda tugged enough to tilt his head back. She chuckled.

"Okay okay maybe not!"

"Maybe not indeed, I'm braiding your hair you silly thing, keep up with the jokes and I might give you twin tails."

"I would like twin tails."

Binda sighs and hugs him closer with one arm. "I know, girly thing."

Dean couldn't help wiggling a little at the idea and Chala's guffaws rounded the corner.

"I swear you are the cutest girl I've ever seen."

"They haven't quite said what they are my dear steak."

"Oh come o-on, she's such a girl."

"They identify how they identify and that's entirely up to them."

"Alright, su-ure, if you say so mama roo."

Binda gave Chala a look that could freeze magma.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, keep your head still, how about we watch a little something on this fancy television of yours?"

The Office made the couch rock with their laughter. Chala gave them slices of quiche that smelled like AstroTurf and tasted like comfort. Both girls seemed to swallow the thick couch but Dean seemed happy to be wedged between them.

After a few episodes and the swirl of yellow and green was all but vanished from their plates Chala locked arms with Dean, bumping with her thick hips so that he couldn't help rubbing shoulders with Binda.

"Oh is it that time already?"

"Mmm-hmm, Express time girl."

Dean's head twisted between the two of them. "What? Wait, shouldn't I change-"

"No no no, you are not wearing any of those silly man clothes today."

"Mmm-hmm, anyone says otherwise and they'll have to get through us."

"Quite. Come along dear thing."

"But I, hey, I'm not sure if I feel comfortable-"

"Shhh, you're the happiest I've ever seen you in those and no matter what you identify as if they make you comfortable than you _will_be wearing them today."

"No if ands or buts, except yours, I mean you're looking good in that girl."

They dragged Dean off of the couch. He tugged but even with chest pounding and practically panting his friends could tug him through the door with barely a pause.

"But where did Binda go?"

"We don't have time for her, she's prolly looking at star wars mugs or puzzles or something, it's Express time."

Chala was still locked to Dean's arm, dragging him into the dresses. She started to pick out a few blues and greens and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Listen if we're going to do this you should at least find stuff that matches my skin tone."

"Girl you are some kind of wizard or something, I have been female my entire life and have never heard of clothes that match your skin."

"I'm a little pale so cooler colors, all these are warm."

"They feel as warm as the room."

Dean groaned.

The click-click-clack of heels almost forewarned Dean even as his fingers were rubbing wine fabric. A golden nametag labled 'Kelsey' flashed over the pomeranian's right breast. She was already panting and eyes bright.

"Hello misses! Finding everything okay?"

Dean glanced to Chala who just sort of shrugged. He tried not to clear his throat and spoke softly, trying not to let his voice wobble. "Uh, yes ma'am, just looking for cooler palletes."

Kelsey's muzzle shut in an instant but her eyes were still wide. "Oh, sorry sir, cooler what?"

Dean felt heat on his cheeks and his hands seemed to almost palsy for a moment. "C-cooler colors, like a winter pallet?"

"Oh, the winter line was five months ago sir, we're only on spring and summer now. You might find something a little more your speed in the Express Men's next door."

Dean shook his head and he tried not to flinch. "No, i-it's your regular colors but with a slightly blue tone? It works better for paler-"

"Sir I don't know what you're talking about, maybe you should find someone who really knows what they're doing?"

Dean was already mentally tracing the fastest path back to the car when a familiar hand gripped his shoulder, bovine muzzle looming over Kelsey's airy fluff.

"'Scuse me but who the hell do you think you are? My friend can wear anything they damn well wanna wear and and if you don't like it tough shit for you!"

"Ma'am, please calm down or I will have to call security!"

"Call them, they'll get to hear about how you've been harassing us."

"Ma'am, you are being disruptive!"

"You're the one who comes over here and to tell us to leave and we're being disruptive? Where is your manager?!"

A mouse with a puffed buisness suit and a bun between her ears marches over, her gray fur with small, white 'freckles' highlighted by her coal black skirt and suit jacket, a hint of red from her blouse underneath. "Is there a problem here?"

"Uh, n-no m-ma'am, p-please-"

"Thank you, your employee here was telling my friend to go to the Express Men's_and said they had no idea what they were doing, then is stupid enough to call _us disruptive-"

"I was just about to call security-!"

The mouse held up her hand. Her expression remained stony, but her soft voice reverberated through the store: "Kelsey, back room, right now."

"But ma'am-"

"Do not make me repeat myself."

The mouse's glare was unchanging behind her large glasses at the end of her muzzle. Kelsey shook and huffed before she turned and walked off, her face growing red as she did so. As soon as she was out of earshot the mouse's face brightened into a smile.

"I am so sorry for that, she's been on thin ice for some time and I think this is just what I needed to let her go."

"You should, she's crazy."

"She really is. Is there anything else I can help you ladies with?"

Chala looked to Dean who's face was warm for entirely different reasons. "S-sure! Umm, I was wondering if you had a selection of winter palette dresses?"

The mouse's hooded amber eyes brightened slightly at that. "Oh well of course miss, I'll have Sandra help you out, she'll have no problem finding some things for you, would you like to wait by our fitting room while she picks them out?"

"Oh that's really not necessary-"

"Please miss, I insist." The mouse smiles and gently beckons with her hand, Dean following with a sheepish little smile as Chala can't help giggling.

"Your birthday means royal treatment, girl."

"It's still a day away, technically."

"It's your birthday too? Oh congratulations miss! If you should happen to need anything else just ask for Marcie and I'll come out and take care of it."

Marcie walked away as Shandra came around with smooth, winter palette dresses in yellow and green and it took Dean nearly half an hour to try them all on. In the middle of what felt like his tenth dress Binda popped up, a little Hallmark bag in paw.

"Wow, subtle Binda."

"I see someone's regained a bit of pep, how are they?"

"About half of them have fit pretty well, it's mostly the color that I'm not sure about."

Binda wolf whistled at a dress he was sporting. He rolled his eyes a little but still felt heat on his cheeks. When the three of them made it to the front counter Marcie met him.

"Okay, so girly here decided on these two-"

"Aww, yellow really is her color huh?"

"It is, they fit it most well."

"Good. You know what? How about you consider those on the house."

Dean's jaw dropped. Binda's tail stood straight. "Well surely you can't intend to just give us these! Their prices are-"

"Ma'am, I work here, I stare at these dresses every day, even as a manager I end up shuffling them around the same fifty feet of space just like the rest of my employees. Believe me, I know exactly how much they cost. So, just to assure you, yes, I do mean it, please take them, if only to get them out of my store and put them on someone who appreciates them."

As the other two failed to pick their jaws up from the floor Chala reached out and shook the mouse's hand. "Thank you very much ma'am, we'll make sure she wears them as much as she can."

Marcie chuckled again in that smooth, reverberating voice of hers. "Of course, you ladies come back any time. Seriously, come by and save me."

All told, they left the mall with two dresses, two Payless bags with some of the only size 13 womens shoes they could find, some selections from Teavanna and recommendations on a good sushi place on the way back to Dean's apartment. All told, a decent shopping spree.

"So my Dean, you remember when you told me about that thing you enjoy?"

Dean stared at Binda from the back seat of her Escourt. "What?"

"I think you said it was the one thing that would have assured you of your identity?"

Dean stared and his face turned bright red as he sat back. Not that, not right now, I knew it was too good to be true. "Yeah."

"Have you ever considered who the father would be?"

Dean's cheeks burned a little brighter. He wanted to scream at her 'What are you doing?' but he bit on his own lip. Chala smiled and turned around in her seat, reaching out and grasping his hand with hers.

"Yeah, who would be your baby daddy?"

He studied her muzzle for a moment. Nothing about her seemed disingenuous. Her other hand clasped over his and she gently rubbed.

"I always thought you'd find some nice, hard workin' man."

"I'd sort of supposed you would find someone a little more sophisticated, perhaps 'white collar' as they say."

"Pssh, brain trust over here."

"Do you even know what that means?"

Chala patted his hand and turned back around and for a moment Dean was left quiet, a little confused as he pondered the question. He'd never really considered. He supposed he would want someone he could spend his time with, who was good with children and understanding, someone who didn't mind his independence.

Of course, he didn't know that, should he make the full change and such, that he would be into men.

He sighed. Really it was a moot point, best not to think about it.

They didn't interrupt his silence until they reached the sushi place. They ordered a few bento worth of food and sped home. When they arrived Dean was smiling again and helping Binda with some of the bags. For some reason it seemed like there were a few more.

They stumbled into the apartment, the pair of women locking arms again. Their little foray to the mall hadn't taken much time. They were probably getting tired though, running low on cash, he mentally prepared himself to see them out.

"You have to close your eyes, riiiight now."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Close your eyes and take off your shirt, and no matter what happens you can't open them."

He glanced between the pair of them and softly nodded his head. "O-oh kay then."

"In fact, here's this little mask to make sure you don't look!"

It looked like one of those small spa masks. He glanced between them and blushed as he pulled his shirt and bra off, the little foam inserts that gave him A Cups sliding out. He tried not to look down at his flat chest as he slipped the little mask on and his world went dark.

"Okay, but you can't do anything dangerous."

"No worries silly thing, everyone here is safe."

He tried not to look. They made him raise his shoulders and he felt something sliding down on his body, smooth and a little wobbly and settling into place on his stomach. He felt the same on his chest, feeling heavier on his hips in a way that felt odd and somehow familiar. He felt small adjustments around his hips and shoulders, stretching and tugging little straps.

Then he felt something magical.

He felt a hand rubbing over his belly.

The mask was lifted off of his face and Dean gasped.

His stomach was huge, wobbly, stretching out in front of him in a skin tone that was only slightly different from his own. His breaths were sharp as he watched Chala's fingers run over the smooth surface, Binda herself couldn't help it and touched right along the surface.

"Wh-what is-"

"It's you, seven months along silly thing."

"With twins, I remembered when you were talkin' about it."

"O-oh my g-gosh! It looks s-so real!"

"It's silicone, heated up a little. It's the closest skin tone we could find but I think it does marvelously."

"G-girls! Y-you d-didn't have to-"

Chala slides in from the left side, "Yeah we did. We knew how much you wanted to be a mommy and... well, we can't do it _exactly_but we kinda figured this was as close as we could get."

Dean could only steady his breathing as he watched them slowly rub his belly. Fake or not the thing was heavy, and the way they pushed him back wasn't helping.

"Now you get to sit right her while we take care of everything. An expecting mother like you has to take care of herself."

"Yeah, you're eating for two from now on."

"B-but, g-girls-"

"Uh uh, no 'girls' anything honey, you're with child and you're going to take it easy."

Binda actually nodded in agreement and gave his swollen belly another rub. "I will go grab one of your maternity dresses."

Dean gasped again as she wandered away, humming softly as Chala hugged him. "Girl now that really does fit you, you're such a pretty momma."

Dean felt like he was going to melt, his heart pounding as he hugged the cow back. "Ohmigosh C-Chala!"

He could feel her hand rubbing his back, his swollen new form pressing into hers slightly. "Shhhh, it's okay baby, shhhh, I know."

When Binda came back Dean had to wipe his eyes a little. Both women helped him stand, the silicone belly was surprisingly heavy. He had to raise his arms and when the dress slipped onto his body he felt this strange, magical tingle as he saw his reflection in the TV screen: The massive belly, white with flower print, smooth and seamless on his body.

Then he felt a little pinch.

"Augh, r-restroom."

"Whoops! Gosh I should have known, you pregnant women have such short bladders."

Dean felt the heat practically overwhelming his cheeks as the two of them all but walked him to his own bathroom.

"Just be careful when you're sitting down, take your time, you have to think about your and the baby's saftey."

"And if you need any help we're right here, no problem."

Dean's cheeks were bright red as he closed the door behind him, hiking up the hem of his dress and automatically taking a seat. He was amazed at how... real it seemed. The way they were taking it seriously like this, he actually felt like he was gravid with twins. He kept biting his lips.

"I love you two."

"What was that?!"

"I'm almost done!"

"Okay! Just be careful!"

He actually did have to be careful, his belly wobbling slightly as he stood and he could feel the weight on his knees, waddling around and trying to lower the lid but after about the third time of his belly getting in the way he just sighed and flushed the thing.

When he opened the door he found Chala waiting, looping her arm in his and gently leading him back to the couch. The sushi was arranged with little chopsticks on each plate. His TV was playing and by the time he sat down he was actually glad it was. Chala picked up his plate for him and clicked his chopsticks together like an expert.

"Now open wide momma!"

"Huh? I can feed myself, jeeze!"

"Uh uh, no wasting any energy for you baby momma, open up."

He was about to protest again when he felt the rice and the warm taste on his tongue. He bit down and chewed it with a little sigh and a blush while Chala rubbed his belly.

"That's a good girl, more for the babies."

Huffed a little and Binda took a seat next to and joined in rubbing. He was lulled so completely into the illusion that after a moment he said "Maybe I should get a breast pump."

"That's our responsible little mother, always thinking ahead."

By the time Dean realized what he'd said he could only feel his blush simmering on his cheeks as Chala fed him more sushi, a little wimper passing his lips.

"Ooooh, hormones, someone's feeling a little emotional."

"It's okay girl, if you need to let it out just let it out."

"Y-you two are l-literally the best I c-could ever ask for, b-both of you."

"Aww c'mere girl."

The three of them hugged for what felt like hours and not long enough. Binda eventually hopped into the kitchen and came back with a cake.

"I know you are normally on a diet my dear, but this is your one day a year and you will have something at least half as sweet as yourself."

Dean felt laughter bubbling out through the little emotional swirl he was in as he noted the cake read at the top 'Happy Birthday' and at the bottom 'It's Twins!' with a single candle in the center. As they sang the words to him, Dean realized the other score or so times this had happened didn't even compare.

"Alright, blow it out."

"You gotta make a wish too! Don't say it or it won't come true."

Dean smiled brightly and only one thought crossed his mind: I wish every day were like this, that I could feel this feeling right now forever.

_ _ With that he blew it out. They sliced the cake for him and even fed him with the fork.

"Now I think it's time for young pregnant ladies to get their rest, don't you?"

"B-But, it's only eight!"

"Mmm-mmm-mmm, no buts mother, to the bedroom."

"B-but I-"

The pair of them locked arms with him again and pulled him up from the couch. He felt the disappointment deflating him. So much for wishes.

When they reached the bedroom he suddenly did feel somewhat sleepy. He chaulked it up to the excitement of the day, they'd been with him nonstop from nearly when he woke up. That and his belly ached from the wobbling silicone sloshing around his waist.

"Now to bed."

"Girls this thing is starting to make me achy."

"Aww, we know momma, your poor belly full of babes."

They gently rubbed at his fake stomach. He felt the blush burning at his face. Well, I guess I could leave it on.

_ _ The maternity dress wasn't exactly a night gown, but it served a similar purpose when they slipped him into bed to lay on his left side. He wanted to make sure they were okay, but it seemed like as soon as his head touched the pillow he couldn't keep his eyes open....

Dean found himself outside, toes touching the grass in long, breezy, windy fields. He seemed strange, a little too bright for some reason.

_ He could see a point of light in the center of his belly, just under where the button would be. His hands touched and watched it stir inside. He wanted to figure out what it was, touch it or make sure it wasn't anything too serious._

_ Then the glow shifted in his belly. He watched it tug forward and felt, really seemed to_ feel it. The light pulsed inside of him and pushed, the single point starting to grow brighter, larger. The field was shining with this brightness inside of him. He could feel it swell and push his stomach out. His hands touched it, fingers spreading to feel the growth.

_ He looked around the field as it grew darker, his fingers lacing over his belly button as he felt it pushing out into a bump, his body passing from first trimester to second, a sharp jab in his belly._

_ _ A sharp jab.

His eyes snapped open.

He stood up and wobbled away from the bed, groaning. The room kept fading in and out as he tried to stay awake. He kept himself standing by touching the wall and wandering to the bathroom. When the light came on he moaned.

Somehow he'd lost nearly a foot of height. His chest was budding out into clear A Cups for his size. His fingers seemed too small, and when he glanced down his feet were tiny, sliding out of his socks as he watched.

"Wha-"

He coughed, his voice catching in his throat and cracking, higher.

"Uh! What's happening to me?!"

As he cried out he heard thumps from the bedroom, the door swinging open. It was Binda, who immediately held on to his shoulder and behind his back and led him out of the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Chala! It's happening!"

"Why didn't you go home?"

"Shhhh, don't worry about that now."

"Binda did you do this?"

"No, shhhh, calm down, careful."

"Binda please what's- uugghh!"

As she sat him down on the couch he felt his chest swelling again, bulging into C Cups, he must have been a 36 or 37. His small hands rubbed against them and he shuddered at how sensitive the nipples were.

His stomach was roiling though. Hips groaning and stretching as bone seemed to come from nowhere, groin making rather disturbing wet noises sucking into himself with a wet squelch. He huffed as his fingers danced over the new slit of his vagina, even crying out when he found the sensitive nub of his clit.

"Sh-shit! B-Binda I'm f-female!"

"I know, shhh, try to stay still, you'll be fine love."

Dean tried to slow his breathing as he watched white tufts of hair blossom out of his otherwise smooth skin. The pale flesh was drowned out in a sea of fresh snowfall budding from fingers, his chest, even his face.

He watched the same face push out in front of him. The dark point of his nose wiggled and stretched and he felt his tongue flatten and tug out, his teeth far more numerous. He huffed in his new muzzle and felt his ears twitch.

Then he felt it, a push from within. His belly button pulsed out and turned into an outie. His gut churned and for a moment he thought he might throw up.

"Here, sit up and bring your legs around here, that's it, now just breathe okay?"

"B-binda p-please, what's h-happening to me-eeEE!"

As he spoke his stomach started to pulse and swell outward, his hips feeling warm and his abdomen writhing with speedy growth. Binda rest his clawed hands on his own stomach so he could feel the flesh stretching through his pads, the fur growing thin as he felt like a balloon on the buisness end of a hose. His abdominal muscles contracted automatically and simply gave out from the pressure. He could see little stretch marks and the slightly reddish tone around the button at the summit of his expanding dome. He couldn't see his smaller hands on the underside of his new baby bump.

He sat, panting, tongue naturally sliding out of his muzzle.

"B-binda, what-"

"Don't you remember your wish love?"

"Well yes but I didn't... Why do you keep calling me love?"

When he paused for her to answer she leaned in and kissed him straight on the end of his muzzle. His hands pinwheeled for a moment and then he realized there was a budding warmth between his legs, his eyes rolling up as he started to lean into it too. He huffed from his nose as one of her hands rubbed his stomach and fingered the little bump of his outie and the other ran under his new jawline, her claws ruffling his fur.

When she drew away he panted again. "B-binda? B-but, I didn't know-"

"I didn't either. I don't know if it's just the wish or something I've always felt or what exactly is happening but my gosh I am... I am so deeply in love with you Diana."

"What do you mean the wish? How do you know my wish?"

She smiles at him and he can't help feeling a flutter in his chest. "I had a dream. A dream with a choice. It told me about your wish, about how you wanted to feel like you did yesterday, forever. The dream, in it's own way, asked me if I wanted to be part of that. It told me I would be with you forever. I didn't know how, but I do now dearest. I know everything."

Her hands clasped his, rubbing along the dome of smooth, warm fur. "M-my name is Diana?"

Binda smiles again and kisses his cheek. "It is, what a beautiful name for a beautiful wolf."

He can feel himself blinking and his vision frosting over, the fur at the corners of his eyes moist and the bright, warm feeling in his chest overwhelming him.

"Oh don't cry love, this should make you happy."

"I-I am! I'm s-so happy Binda! I-I-"

Just as he was about to say more he felt another kiss on his cheek. Bovine muzzle was nuzzling his and he couldn't help feeling a blush on his cheeks. He was blinking at tears as he saw the brown face of his friend inches from his own.

"Y-you too Chala?"

"You bet girl, I wanna be happy with you till the end of time."

Cow muzzle met wolf nose as their tongues mingled, fingers rubbing his breasts as roo hands were on his thighs. It took some time before they could comfortably release.

"Oh, oh girls."

"Oh girl yourself. It seems Chala was right in that regard."

"Yeah you're a woman. I mean you can identify however but the dream told us you'd feel better if you were 'she' and 'girl' and 'her.'"

"Oh... Well... That makes sense. And my... my one thing for it is... Well it's good now."

"Also, don't worry about any sort of employment or benefits. We technically don't have 'jobs' but evidently we receive a sizable benefit for -"

"We pretty much won the lottery."

".... Well, yes, effectively."

She nods, comfortable with her gender as she hugs the pair of them. It was all too good to be true, and yet was. She could feel them, feel their touch and the sincerity of their words and thoughts and speech. Somehow she knew it was. It was everything she could hope for and so much more.

Then she felt a kick in her womb, a small wiggle that didn't hurt but certainly made her aware of the presence inside of her.

"Oh, but, my babies. They are babies right?"

"They are. Nine months along. They will stay that way until you want to give birth and they'll be perfectly fine when you do, growing as normal. In about a day you'll have another pair of twins, quickly growing to nine months."

"Mmhmm, they're the real deal baby."

Her tail, gosh she almost missed her tail, waggled behind her as Chala slipped onto the couch and both of her lovers nuzzled up onto either side of her.

"Just how about we keep them for a while hmm? I'm sure we can raise children quite comfortably but I love how wonderfully gravid you are."

"Your baby bump is gorgeous honey, so sexy and full and just damn. I didn't know I was even into preggo girls but I'm glad I am now."

Diana blushed as she felt Chala playfully rubbing up and between her thighs, fingers rubbing gently along the slit. Binda joined in on the nipples, tweaking and pulling until a little milk started to bead and dribble. Diana was about to say something about cleaning it up when roo tongue met the little stream. She gasped as her roo lover suckled her, groaned as her beloved cow started to part her folds. She felt trapped under the swell of her belly, the pleasure arcing on either side of it like long, snapping sparks from a jacob's ladder. Her own hands found soft flesh, into their thighs, middle fingers curling and dancing over flesh that was somehow familiar. For Chala it was fast, twisting curls over the clit and Binda it was slow, gentle, teases that drew shudders out of the roo's tail.

The strangest part is all of it felt so _right,_like they'd done this countless times before. They lifted each other into orgasm almost as a matter of course. It felt so strange and new and erotically thrilling but almost more so for how _normal_it felt.

"Mmm, my wolfy."

Diana sighed and panted softly, Chala's arms around her neck and her muzzle ruffling Diana's ears. Binda giggled and gave a shaky little bound into the kitchen. It felt like a blink but when Diana opened her eyes again it was to a fork putting eggs up to her muzzle.

"Open wide dearest white wolf."

Diana let the yellow mass melt in her muzzle and she sighed, her cheeks bright red. "You're both too good to me."

"You're too good for us, how much you love us, to give us this chance."

"Girls let's just hug and enjoy huh?"

The three of them squeezed together, Chala and Binda kissing each other and Diana sighing into their breasts, squishing into her muzzle from either side. She heard a pair of heartbeats, feeling her own throbbing into her ear and imagined two more stirring gently in her womb.

She wondered who they would be. The thought odd, lodged into the warm moment. She wondered if they would be wolves like her, or a cow and a roo. She wondered if they would have a better chance to know themselves than she would, if they would make the same mistakes she did. She couldn't help seeing them, seeing their mothers when their fur has grown grey. She wondered if they would grow families of their own, stretching out from her into families upon families, forming the long, sweeping boughs of a great, colorful tree.