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It was a couple of days after our meeting with Gwyn’s PR team. Zav and Gwyn had gone out on a date the night before (and given I’d woken up alone, I figured it went well); besides them needing to have some time to get to know each other, I’d wanted to get as much work done as I could in the last couple of days. Programming while in heat, while not impossible... it usually, definitely, put a dent in my productivity. Granted, normally I didn’t have a partner, let alone a dragon who could make me look mildly pregnant with a single load of virile cum, with me, so this time... well, only the burning, swollen need was familiar. Given it was early morning, I seriously debated just using a toy to get back to sleep, but my body gave a particularly demanding... pulse at that thought. Hormones flooded my brain with a vengeance: it felt like the heats of the past were all gathering to say ‘go fuck your mate’ and vividly playing the fantasy of Zav bouncing off my hips, the feeling of his cum... I had to wipe the drool from my muzzle.

Luckily, the three of us did have a bit of prep ready. Gwyn and I did plan a bit of a surprise for Zav and I was... just coherent enough to remember it. We’d gone back to the lingerie store that Aeltia had shown me, and it turns out the bondage inspired, but mild lingerie? That was tame compared to what was in their basement. Sadly, we were way out of our element, and even a vid consult with Aeltia (and a failed attempt to find whatever kind of bondage porn Zav might be into), we didn’t know exactly what would get Zav going, not really. The only hints we had was that he would want me as a ‘pet’ in that I wouldn’t just be playing the role of some toy to him and a collar (which, the one I found... Gwyn and I didn’t make it out of the store without my tongue diving between the arctic vixen’s legs; she did discover she didn’t hate being a domme, either). I waited to put that on, though: I’d really need help once it was in place. We had to guess at Zav’s particular style beyond those: we thought rings over lace given how non-indulgent he was, but Aeltia was afraid too many would come off more slave than anything.

What did surprise us, and delight me, was we found a variety of things tailored to intersex, and specifically herm, subs. Admittedly, it was getting a bit annoying that my anatomy did make being on my back with Zav on top of me in a more missionary position a bit more difficult; I’d heard some herms had internal testes, and if that were true, fuck did I envy them. I could still face my dragon if I was riding atop him or if I was in a mating press hold, but... I did wonder what it’d be like. Turns out, there was lingerie that, while guarantees weren’t made it’d be totally painless, were meant to cradle and keep those precious jewels out of the way. And given Zav apparently liked I was a herm (something I still, honestly, had to remind myself), well we settled on what I was putting on at the moment: a thong... of sorts, honestly it was more like two loops that went around where my legs met my hips and had a pouch that pushed up against and cradled my orbs, keeping them out of the way of my starting-to-drip slit. The pouch was held up by elastic straps that wove over my sheath: it was still quite obvious and the tip had been left free, but it was ‘bound,’ nonetheless. I put on what barely passed as a bra: I was never so happy to have smaller, pert B-cups than I was right now. There was some support along the underside, but my nipple area would be bare and I had a number of straps that ran to a single ring at the base of my throat where it rested with a small, delicate-looking but advertised as strong, chain that, for now, looped around my neck. The shop owner showed how the chain could be used as a leash or even just to connect it to the collar I’d bought.

I also slipped on ‘bridal’ gloves and socks that had discreet cuff rings along the wrists and ankles: the worked, somewhat stiff leather felt... surprisingly good against my fur, the pressure oddly soothing. My pawpads and fingers were still exposed, but these did look more... elegant than a simple pair of cuffs and, well, I did like the sort of fantasy style of them, even if they were a bit plain outside of similar, delicately discrete chains that my top had. I bit my lower lip while I tried to focus, slipping my robe around me to keep me decent while I grabbed my laptop bag: there was no way in hell I was coming back to my own room for the next couple of days. Even if my heat-stricken body would probably be able to walk. I contemplated putting the collar on, but... I could already feel my need seeping into my fur, my sheath starting to swell into the straps crossing over it.

I put a sign on my door that simply said ‘Out-Call me if needed’ with my number on it, made sure it was locked (I trusted the team, but still a habit I’d kept up) and made my way across the small ‘campus’ in the sun-rising early morning light, slipping into Zav’s lower-level condo. I slipped into his bedroom, smiling at the sight of Gwyn in her fur cuddled up to the sleeping dragon, though she seemed to have heard me. She sat up carefully with a yawn, looking at me before she broke into a grin and her tail swayed with that grin turning into a devious smirk, sliding off the bed and walking towards me. Fuck, even deep in my heat, the urge to mate the nude vixen walking towards me was strong. Seeing her slim, soft, slightly hour-glass form with her sizable chest sauntering over to me only made me remember what happened roughly a week ago: nearly two full days of making her moan and writhe beneath me while I filled her again and again, our tongues dancing together while we tried our best to start the process of making our family. Today would be the first day we could feasibly tell if that attempt had any sort of result (frankly, if it didn’t, I’d have to seriously wonder why in the hell it didn’t; I was part fox, she was full vixen, and we knew I was considerably virile). But we decided to both wait until Delia gave birth to find out (it’d give me something else to focus on rather than worrying about the husky the whole time) about both of us given it’d be another month or so for the husky.

“No collar, sexy?” Gwyn asked quietly, taking the laptop bag off; I pulled the collar from it while she slid the robe off of me. She let out a murr of approval... after tightening the straps on my top a bit and making me shiver.

“I figured it best if he put it on. Plus, you saw what it did to me... I did not need to leave a trail of arousal from my door to here.” I huffed. “How’d last night go?”

“Pretty good... even if I did leave him a bit pent-up~” She smirked and I huffed, kissing her nose in agitation. “His pre tasted amazing, though~ I’ll go whip something up for breakfast, have fun~” She slipped out and left me staring at the sleeping, nude dragon on the bed. Even if I just wanted to hop on the bed and kiss the guy... I was a little nervous given, well, what these next couple of days would do to my future. My mind was racing and my anxiety ramping up as I stood there, running my finger along the collar in my hand and the studs on the inside of it. The worry, and excitement, of how big our family would get while worrying what pregnancy would be like. And the finances... fuck, I felt like I would barely contribute to anything between Gwyn and Zav. Well, besides time... And then there was the whole if Aeltia would want cubs, or if Zav would want to breed her...

Suddenly, I felt Zav’s hand beneath my chin, tilting my head up and pulling me into a kiss that made my tail stiffen in surprise while my fur stood on end. His other talon was on my hip, tugging at my limited apparel and rubbing his talon tip beneath my fur and into my flesh a little. His tongue found mine, strongly tugging me into his muzzle and I couldn’t help but shiver as my heat-racked body screamed out in both desperation and celebration tasting his saliva. I saw his wings flare a bit as I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss; I guess my scent suddenly spiked and hit him, though I’d hope that showing up dressed like I was would give him some idea as to what was up.

Without a word, I broke the kiss and offered the collar while tilting my head to the side to offer my neck, his muzzle pressing into it with a bite that kept my mind from going back to worrying about the future after all of this. Okay... maybe Aeltia was onto something about being kept in the moment. He did look at the collar a bit puzzled for a few moments before he seemed to realize how to put it on: I couldn’t blame him, it was a little odd to see. On the outside, it looked normal enough with a couple of rings, ones that would sit at the front and back of my neck, though the one at the back had a bit more support and padding on it, but inside? There was some extra padding on the sides and even some dull, shallow studs that could press beneath my fur. The moment I’d tried it on, I’d gotten hit with memories of the times Zav had bitten at my neck while pumping my singing body full. And the recent memory of the choking that’d led to an intense moment that was almost as mind numbing as the first threesome we’d had with Gwyn during her heat. The result was an instant desire to mate, to fuck... which Gwyn had managed to somewhat sate in a dressing room by letting me eat her out. Apparently, my reaction had pleased the shop owner and she’d given me a discount with some excuse like “seems like this collar was made for, or even chose, you.”

Now, to be clear, the collar was snug when put on properly, but it didn’t actually choke me in the same way. Though Gwyn had discovered that pulling on the ring, say with the chain from my current top, would mimic the feeling of a hand pressing on my neck. We’d order a matching pair of more elegantly designed, similar collars, but for my heat? This heavier one felt more... right. Something that had only made me shiver harder and almost needed relief myself at that point. Zav, now, slipped that collar around my neck, while my tail wagged happily and I swear I could feel my pussy pulse as if I was about to cum. I did feel my need start to gather and drip from my folds, though, my length poking free of my sheath as I struggled to keep from panting: the deep breaths I was taking told me just how excited my dragon was to see me like this, his scent strong and, frankly, making my mouth water... among other things; I was already glad that the underwear, despite how delicate it was, could be machine-washed. I was sure if I broke the kiss he’d started, I’d see that familiar dark blue, ribbed length slipping free of his white-scaled sheath: I could feel it’s heat close to my belly as I stepped closer, pressing my body into the dragon who curled his wing around me, his arm at my waist as our tongues rubbed against each other some more.

Finally, though, I couldn’t take much more. I found his other hand and brought it to my neck, guiding his thumb’s claw to the ring to tell him to lead me. He, thankfully, got the hint and carefully pulled free, while we both tried to pant a bit for air. My whole body was on fire, tense as a bow, but something about that snug collar on my neck... that kept me from pouncing. Even more so when he tugged on the ring and I felt it grip at me, my whole body shivering and I moaned. He tugged me onto the bed; his hand had slid along my back and around my rear while I kissed along the underside of his cock, my mind hazing over as I got more of his scent and taste. I barely noticed the feeling of his talons until I felt them brush against my bare, swollen folds and I let out a quiet, needy whining snarl against his base, my nose pressed into his scales as I suckled against his sheath. Once he saw the details of what I was wearing... or more accurately felt, he guided me onto my back and climbed ontop of me.

Once on my back, I wrapped my legs around him and nodded to his look: if I put this off any more, I’d probably go mad. His muzzle pressed to mine while his hand found my folds, the back of it pressed against the lingerie pouch holding my orbs, when I felt his knuckles spread me open. Each passing millisecond of the kiss was... not torture, but the anticipation was intense, with my dragon spreading me open like that. Suddenly, my mind was clear for a moment before it went white. I’d felt Zav’s cock in me... a lot, but this time? This time made my toes curl, my back arch, and the sheer penetration of my heat swollen, sensitive folds and tunnel made my mind go white and I let out a loud bark as I came, those walls of mine hungrily gripping at what my dragon had put into me in rhythm with the intense orgasm... needless to say, my belly and his were both a mess, too. I... vaguely came to my senses and felt Zav’s muzzle around one of my nipples, his hips still. I could... mostly guess how much he’d put into me, and it was barely half of his ten inches. I let out a needy, demanding, huff, which got my nipple a slight nip that sent a shiver down my spine (fuck, dammit, he’d made me start really like getting bitten, didn’t he?!), but Zav gave into my demand nonetheless. Now that I was... somewhat more myself, I just let out a moan when I felt him sink all eight inches he could into me without breaking through my cervix. I huffed again, but even if my body was craving his seed, I managed to keep from outright begging for the moment.

Zav sat up, letting me admire his (admittedly average, but his height made it impressive and perfect~) build, his hands running along my thighs and making me shiver. I looked over the mess of my own seed on my belly, watching and feeling as he drew his hips back and then rolled back into me. Normally, when he hit against my cervix, my mind still somewhat resisted (the pain had long since stopped, for the most part; I think the walking being uncomfortable was just my body recovering still and would never go away, even if it did only last an hour at most at this point). Right now, though? It was all I could do to not slam my hips into his to try and kiss my folds to his sheath. And how knowing how deep he got, how deep he could cum and that it was... all but inevitable at this point? Fuck, that threatened to make me cum again, my body clenching down as he started up a rhythm of bouncing me along the bed. I felt my teeth digging into my bottom lip as I imagined it, my body rocking against the bed under his measured thrusts. It didn’t take too much for me to actually start panting, let alone moan, my hands sliding under a pillow and curling as he seemed determined to make my chest bounce. Small as they were, my breasts certainly could, but it took a bit, and right now, that seemed to be Zav’s challenge. His sharp eyes watched me as I shifted my legs to hook against him, pulling with my feet whenever he pulled back and slid that source of relief out of me, chasing after his cock with my hips as I growled and moaned each time he increased the force of his thrusts. I could almost swear I saw his knot swelling a couple of times around my own herm-hood, but that had to be my imagination, right? There was no way I’d been taking something that big all this time.

Finally, my partner... fuck, my mate... he’d seem to have enough of working us both up and leaned back over me, kissing me deeply while he started to really breed me. I let out a snarling moan, my back arching and my legs spreading wide as he rutted me, driving deeper and deeper with that cock that made my walls its home, happily. I swallowed against his tongue, panting as he worked against my cervix and pushed through, my tightening walls spasming and gripping at him while he let out a growl that I’d learned meant ‘relax’ and... fuck, I tried, I really did. But... well, another climax hit. I couldn’t even feel the tension and rise of it: I’d been drowning in pleasure, need, and instinct at my mate’s mercy. The poor dragon rutted me through this orgasm, which only made it last longer and threaten another one, but before that happened, he somehow managed to sync up between convulsions of my mess of a cunt to sink that knot into me and tie us together. That sealed our fate: his cock’s tapered tip was trapped in my core, ready. And... despite all the ‘training’ of the last few months, my body was not ready for him this time.

He broke the kiss, and instead of his usual restrained growl, he let out a roar, one that shook me... and I’d have to guess the walls. I barely remembered what Gwyn had said, or registered... she’d said ‘pent-up’ which I thought had meant they really hadn’t done anything the night before. Only now did I realize she said said she’d tasted his pre. And what that meant, faced with the results. My body rejoiced, nonetheless, as it felt rope after rope of virile dragon seed pump along his length: I’d gotten familiar enough with Zav’s releases I could imagine I felt the beads of cum running down his cock along my walls. Though... this time it wasn’t imagination. And, normally, there wasn’t much of a feeling when it did, finally, explode inside of me. A sort of vague warmth. This time? I squealed as I felt the jet of seed shooting into me, toes curling and back arching as my heat-beast was fed. And generously so. I only realized I wasn’t feeling it any more not because I’d gone numb from the orgasm that it’d triggered, but because he’d already filled what he could without that familiar expansion... which soon started as we just laid there, panting and shuddering. My whole body felt... weak, sleepy, but it was purring even as I felt that usual bloating... and then some. By the time he was finally done, I think... Well, I had a preview of what I’d look like in three or so months... if mom’s five months were anything to go by.

“Morning, love~” Zav rumbled out quietly. “Not sure if you heard me earlier.” I shook my head; I hadn’t.

“Morning~” I kissed his nose, still panting a little. He turned it into a soft kiss, our bodies just starting to relax together when we heard something, well, almost unfathomable.

“Well, fuck, glad this was all it was that woke me up.” Came a voice. “You hear a dragon roar like that... through these walls no less.” I recognized that voice, but clearly both Zav and I were short-circuiting. He looked just as confused as I felt.

“Thal?” Zav sat up and looked back: the brown and white-gold (holy smoke show of a) dragoness was standing in the doorway, Gwyn looking surprised as well behind her. And... true the more exhibitionist side of the shut-in that we knew of, the toned-and-curvy woman wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. I let out a soft yelp when I felt Zav’s length twitch inside of me, my foot moving to kick lightly against his rear. I mean, fuck, I got it, but damn I was sensitive at the moment; every twitch of his cock was over-stimulation that made me pant and moan slightly.

“Who else? Thought you were getting murdered or something. Though, if you break our new coder... not sure Sia’ll be happy with you. Or Delia for that matter.” I blushed, heavily, despite how impressed she sounded at the moment. Maybe because of it, honestly: I’d already seen her... a few times during her web cam shows (I may have set up an alert for when she started streaming...), and I wasn’t exactly shy about my own body or even mating, at least during heat and not around here too much since they knew I was a herm.

“S-Sorry to wake you up, or to make you worry.” I couldn’t... really do much to cover up at the moment: the blankets were beneath me and, well, Zav’s wing maybe could work, but would be really awkward and, somehow, even more embarrassing? How did that work? What did surprise me, though, was that I could smell at least a little of her arousal. Over the scents of sex... And Gwyn’s. My poor, stunned vixen slid through the doorway with a tray of parfaits.

“I tried to stop her, but she just sorta... rushed in.” Gwyn set the tray by the bed. I tilted my head and furrowed my brow before my fur stood on end. Zav’s roar was... a little while ago now... and before my belly had gotten all dragon cum-swollen. Zav snorted and huffed a bit.

“Oh relax, though it really is impressive. Good luck~” Thal winked. The dragoness left, literally, and figuratively left the three of us rather stunned.

“There’s a parfait on the counter for you!” Gwyn called out after her. “She... left her room.” She said, sitting on the bed beside me. “Well, condo, but still.”

“I dunno if I should be proud or embarrassed by that...” I replied. “Or that my partner’s still rock-hard, probably because of her.” Zav rumbled in agreement.

“Though, this hardness definitely isn’t just because a sexy dragoness just showed up at my door~” He kissed my nose, his talon rubbing on my cum-filled, and covered, belly.

“That roar was pretty impressive.” Gwyn giggled. “Nearly jumped out of my fur.”

“Well, if someone hadn’t spent two hours edging me before we fell asleep.”

“Kai here wouldn’t be so sated!” Gwyn grinned, handing out the parfaits.

“That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one. I almost feel like I could go back to sleep after that.” I groaned, stretching a little, flexing my toes. Each movement made me shiver, though: that knot had me full and it was pressing on the back of my clit. I did realize how hungry I was and scarfed down breakfast.

“And... do you need more?” Zav asked; my body’s inner, somehow ravenous heat-beast perked up and I shivered.

“D-Don’t offer and I won’t.” I huffed. “At least until we get untied.” Gwyn giggled and ran her hand through my hair.

“So glad your knot disappears quickly when you’re on your own.” Gwyn laughed; true to her own desires, though, she got a fingerful of my own seed off my belly and licked said finger clean with a murr. And went back for seconds, and thirds. I didn’t have enough energy to stop her, really. Or when she went after Zav’s hand from when he rubbed against me.

“So... what’s up with the gloves and... boots?” He tilted his head. I blinked and laughed, showing him the rings and chains sort of hidden away in their details. An absurd thing to be doing, given our position, but he’d asked. Gwyn did show him about the chain on my top through the ring of the collar thing, too. And that a tug on the new ‘leash’ when it had a hold on the collar made me moan. He gave me a kiss, rubbing my sore hips and along my sides.

“What’d you think?” Gwyn hmmed.

“That my perfect mate and pet was waiting for me to knock her up~” He rumbled. “Even more so when I realized what the underwear was doing. Didn’t know that existed.” I squeaked, though; even if my mind had made that transition when we were having fun, hearing him say ‘mate’ like that... I squirmed a bit with embarrassment. It’s not like I could hide it at the moment!

“Good, that’s what we were hoping~” Gwyn laid down beside me, her hand reaching down between us and her fingers rubbing along my outer folds. The two of us groaned: I did realize the mental image of what she was doing had her squeezing just behind our dragon’s knot.

“G-Gwyn, seriously, not sure I can take any more than this.” I huffed. My belly felt tight... honestly bordering on sore, now. It was a vaguely familiar feeling; I’d had a less intense version of it when I woke up the first few weeks I was with Zav.

“Aww, and here I’d figured we’d at least try to make sure this first round knocked your heat out for good.” She winked. “But fine~” Her fingers shifted and instead focused on trying to help me get our dragon’s knot out of me, at least. It took some time (and I may have cum again, those slender fingers had felt good even with the stretch of Zav’s bulb, which didn’t exactly help), but I was finally able to close my legs again, much to my hips’ delight. Zav carried me into the bathroom, though Gwyn stopped us each with a kiss before she got dressed and headed off to work; I caught her eyeing Zav’s groin and could only imagine she wanted to take the rest of the morning to help us clean up. Zav did get me some painkillers, though, once he managed to get me to tell him just how bloated I felt. He offered to look up ways to reduce both how much was in me and how much he came in the future: both got snarling growls from me, though.

Thankfully, we discovered, Zav’s production volume, or at least his first mating of me, was enough to keep my heat at bay for a while as long as I didn’t think about it too much. Hormones... didn’t make that an easy task, though. Even if I didn’t feel the need to fuck and to be bred by the sexy dragon... my hormones still thought I did and occasionally made me imagine it as we worked throughout the day. And my body worked to absorb what he put into me: honestly, I didn’t doubt I was already at least pregnant. I did worry more about just how many kids I might wind up having, though. While, in theory, I could have quite a few, dragons weren’t the most fertile species. Virile as all get out though, so... yeah, I did seriously worry. By the time Gwyn got home, after dinner, though... my heat had decided to flare up again. My belly was only slightly swollen by then, too, so it was as good as time as any to bury my muzzle into my vixen mate’s pussy while Zav made my eyes roll from behind, though this time... fuck, I almost passed out with how many times I came. Now that he knew what the collar was designed to do, and how to use it, he wasn’t shy about making sure I was enjoying myself. We did discover that being actually restrained? It didn’t do much for me, even in heat; I did enjoy the feel of the leather bracers. It didn’t turn me off, so we let our dragon experiment a bit, even if I did protest a few times when he got really rough.

By the time my heat was up, we’d mated... not quite as much as when Gwyn was in heat, though I’d swear the amount of cum was easily double. Stupid, sexy, productively virile dragon. Even if he did seem quite proud of himself the morning Gwyn and I woke up just laying against him and, well, the bedroom still smelled of sex, but my heat was done at least. I... well, it still took me a full day of bed-rest to get feel ‘balanced’ again. And confident enough I wasn’t going to rub my formally heat-fucked-swollen inner walls together the wrong way and spark another drooling mess. Gwyn couldn’t help but laugh a little when she saw how I was walking; I had a bit of a waddle given how sore my hips and legs were. Which only got her a session in the shower with me.

Life... I wanna say went back to normal, but really, it didn’t. Jaya and Zav were quick to start the whole ‘expansion’ process, so while my routine went back to normal, as did Gwyn’s, it was with a soundtrack of construction. Nearby, somewhat annoying construction. Particularly whenever the programming was being a pain in the ass (alright, so really it’s not the programming’s fault, it’s mine for missing stupid logic mistakes and, essentially, punctuation errors). I, and the rest of the team, got presented with high-end noise canceling headphones as a counter measure, so... that helped, I guess?

The other, major thing that was different is that Zav flat out refused to knot me. I got why, I really did. But it was frustrating after so many months of it to be denied feeling him so deep inside of me. And we had a lot more ‘in the shower’ sessions partly because of it. Even with Gwyn and Aeltia around, making a cum-soaked mess of the sheets was annoying. They were resistant, not proof, after all. And towels did help, too, but we’d need a lot of them. Though, we didn’t play too much with Aeltia, honestly: the early stage of the project meant we all had to get into a routine and pump out... quite a bit of work. I did manage to convince Zav to stream some of our fun to her, though, as a way to tease the polar bear on just what she was missing out on.

I was almost sad most anthros took after our animal ancestors: morning sickness wasn’t really a thing. So, no matter how much I eyed Gwyn, or even myself, we would have no idea until we got tested, started to show from some huge litter (which, gods, I both did and didn’t hope that would happen), or if one of us went into heat before Delia’s pups were born. That last one? That didn’t happen; instead, I was woken from my sleep by my phone, disentangling myself from between Zav and Gwyn, with Alaric on the other end of it. The normally calm, slightly worrying lion was freaking out. He’d forgotten some stuff in their ‘go’ bag, it seemed. Or at least what I could make out; when I got to their apartment, I found he’d left his entire bag at home, only grabbing hers. Apparently the husky had snuck some things into his bag that was supposed to help keep him from doing exactly what he was doing. Zav had been pulling stupidly late nights doing all his writing then given how much he was helping and figuring out with the construction projects (they did hire crews, but there were still a lot of decisions and research to be done, apparently), so Gwyn left him a note on the fridge in my room where the three of us had spent the night about where we were. We tried to wake him, really!... Yes... we could’ve tried harder.

Somewhat luckily, Delia had gone into labor pretty early in the morning. It meant roads and paths were empty and, well, it was easy for Gwyn and me to get last-minute appointments with the on-call OB while Delia’s regular one oversaw the birth process. It was almost comforting how overwhelming everything was: I couldn’t just focus on Gwyn, Delia, or myself, so my anxiety having to jump between all three of us made it so that I couldn’t dwell on anything for too long. Even if my blood pressure was high during a routine check-up; after I explained everything... and Gwyn demonstrated that just her kissing me helped lower it a bit, I was given the all clear on that front. Just as Gwyn was getting into position for the ultrasound, Zav showed up, so all three of us were together when we got the confirmation that Gwyn was, indeed pregnant. With, what they thought, were four kits. It was honestly kinda hard to tell this early and with a regular sonogram. Gwyn all but tackled me into Zav, not quite unlike when we first reunited, and gave me a long kiss.

And then it was my turn. I was suddenly doubting the whole ‘morning sickness not being a thing’ given how rough my stomach felt by now, but I laid back on the table, Zav petting through my hair while Gwyn held my hand (and kissed it). I wiggled under the cool gel, which only prompted a ‘be still’ from the doctor examining me (and it did not escape my notice she was a really cute feline... I’d guess Bengal if I had to). I managed to focus, though. “There’s one...” Well, confirmation! “Two... and three it looks like?” She said; I squeaked. Still... lower than I had expected.

“Hmm, must’ve been balanced out by dragons typically only having one or two.” Gwyn said. “Should find a fox or rabbit to test with next time~” Zav just chuckled, knowing Gwyn was joking.

“Yeah, feral dragons were known for clutches, but we are... considerably smaller than them, now.” Zav kissed between my bunny ears and my tail swayed a bit as I let the info sink in. “But still, seven little ones you two.” I huffed and blushed, despite how happy I was that both of us had conceived. Gwyn and I got cleaned up before we went looking for Alaric; a nurse directed us to one of the recovery suites. Zav and Gwyn let me go in alone, though... they insisted, honestly. And the nurse agreed that we shouldn’t all go in at risk of overwhelming Delia.

“So things went quick, huh?” I asked, slipping into the (admittedly really nice) room.

“Kai~” Delia sounded tired, which was understandable; I was impressed she was even awake. It was still only seven AM at this point... but it’d been at least three hours, if not four, since Alaric’s call. “Yep, nice and quick.” She muttered, nodding towards the side of the bed; Alaric was sleeping away on the couch, though he did have one paw on the handle of the cart (which, really, was doing a disservice to the contraption, it was actually really nice). The four cub-pups were bundled up and I couldn’t help but smile. It was... admittedly hard to tell any distinguishing differences when they were this young. The fur didn’t really even have their full colorization yet. Regardless, the little balls of fluff were really cute even as I tried my best not to wake them. Delia motioned for me to join her in the hospital bed, and despite my silent protests, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I sighed as I joined her and she immediately kissed me, muzzle to muzzle. “So... how many~?”

“... Seven.” I muttered quietly; she stifled a happy bark and giggled. “Gwyn’s got four and I’ve got the other three, obviously.”

“Be weird if Zav had them.” Delia stuck her tongue out. “I’ll be honest, it wasn’t... super fun there towards the end. But I’m sure the two of you will be fine. I am a little worried about Zav, though.”

“Hey now, he’s a lot more collected...” I stopped myself. “Okay, no, only a little more collected. I’m only just now realizing how much he’s working on the expansion project is probably his anxiety manifesting. I really should keep a better eye on him.” I sighed, looking over at Alaric. “Surprised he’s the one asleep.”

“Oh I’m about to pass out cuddled up to you~” Delia, indeed, snuggled against me. “But Alaric’s always been a heavy sleeper; waking him up was a challenge and even adrenaline wasn’t enough to keep him awake once they were born and we were in here. I wanted to hear your news, first, before I fell asleep... though with him out, my instincts are trying their best to keep me awake.”

“Well that’s not fair!” I huffed.

“Price to pay for having a big cat as a mate~” She giggled. “And he did enough worrying for the six of us, so... he could use a little bit of a break.” She nuzzled into my neck and I could feel and hear her starting to doze off, the way her breathing changed. “In all seriousness, do you mind?”

“Not at all, hun. If they get fussy, I’m sure it’ll wake you up. And if not, I will.” I kissed just behind her nose and smiled when she returned it to my muzzle before closing her eyes. Trying to move to at least go get Gwyn and Zav, though... That was harder; I hadn’t even realized the husky had snuggled up to my arm. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before Alaric woke up; he looked downright apologetic when he saw me sort of trapped there and helped me pull away from the new mother. Ultimately, though, it was their kids who came to my rescue, my ears perked at the same time as the dozing huskies and I could only guess she heard the same faint whimpers I did. It woke her right up and she tried to get out of bed, though Alaric managed to stop her and brought the cubs over to her instead while I went to get my partners. Gwyn was quite happy to see the newborns while Zav seemed a little worried (I later got out of him that he was struck by how small they were compared to Alaric, let alone himself, and that made him anxious to get too close), but we soon cleared out to give the family some space. We did text the team a picture of the six of them before walking back home, though.