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As a heads up, this might be the last installment of this series for a bit; wanna focus more on Prismarc, figure out how much more I want to work on this series in its entirety (I have other stories/scenes I want to write, but they're so much further down Kai's timeline and I don't want to do a timeskip only to revisit the period in between if I get more ideas), and I do have another idea that I wanted to expand on (some characters might get reused, even, though the setting would be wildly different, but really like a few of the characters I came up with here).

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It wasn't long after Delia's birth that I woke up and started to question whether or not I could actually notice Gwyn was pregnant, and by a week later, there was no question. It was faint, but the swell of our kits was definitely starting to show. Which meant it wouldn't be too long before I started to show, either. While the thought excited me (in more ways than one, really~), it did mean one thing: we wanted to get ahead of any tabloid or fan-sites. So, after giving Gwyn's coworkers a heads up, the night came for us to stream.

Honestly, my streams had always been a little erratic about when I did them because of my freelance work; I couldn't exactly let viewers see even the file names of stuff that was in NDAs that I had to sign. And I'd been a bit... occupied since the new job that I'd streamed even less. Not that I hadn't at all, of course. Plus, designing how we wanted to do the studio's streams... well, tonight would be the first informal test of that format. It'd be me sitting opposite whoever my guest was for the week, in this case Gwyn, while we played games, showed off what we were working on, and basically just hung out with the community Gaminghouse's games had built up. Thal had started to promote the upcoming streams on the company's site as well as the wikis for a few more of the popular games they had, though this test run was just to my normal viewers since it was a more personal nature.

When the stream started, I wasn't too surprised to see nobody around. What did surprise me, though, was how many we had after a bit of playing Spellslingers. Gwyn was running her typical ice-based tank warrior build while I tested all sorts of ideas I'd been having while we bounced ideas off each other. Zav joined our party in game as well, so the viewers were watching a heavily armored vixen (well, it was hard to tell, she could've just as easily been a wolf), a leather armored bunny with a fox tail, and a cute little mouse run through semi-random dungeons. My partner was lounging on the couch, playing the console version of the game, while she was filmed (and wearing one of her latest, though more modest designs) while I was at the computer; you could see her in the background behind me. It was fun playing with her and Zav; he got really into playing his character and that character was cute. I'm meaning like... anime moe cute; he, or well, his cute avatar, even started dancing at the end of dungeons. By the time the bulk of my usual watchers had tuned in, it'd been a couple of hours and LoreMouse said she had a bead on a solo thing, so she didn't log off, though she did leave the party given how the matchmaking worked. It was Zav's way of at least trying to hide it was him playing her, or at least gave him an out whenever someone questioned it.

“Alright, so, this stream wasn't just to introduce Gwyn to you guys." I said, the vixen in question winking at the camera. “Well, it is, but it was testing out some things as well. And to do that, I gotta show you what she's been working on. Dunno how many of you are into fashion, but if you're not, think of it as character design? Or just imagine getting to dress your own characters in something like it." I managed to start a slideshow of Gwyn's recent design work, though... admittedly there was some dead air there while I did. “And looks like we'll need at least a third to join in on this format, huh? Hard to keep all this straight," I sighed, leaning back in my seat with a stretch; Gwyn was giving commentary and had control of the show now on a tablet (it had been something of a nightmare to get all this working correctly, yes, but at least we knew how to now). While she talked, Zav slipped in and gave me a kiss on screen; not just a cheek one, but a full on kiss. And did the same to Gwyn once she was done. Much to our viewers' surprise (and I definitely ignored the more... colorful comments).

“And Zav here showing up brings us to the next thing~ Both he and Gwyn are my partners, so you'll likely see them in the background occasionally whenever I stream. Zav's also the writer at Gaminghouse, so I'll have him on occasionally to talk narratives. He's also the father of my kits~" I stuck my tongue out. “I figured, me being me, it would be some big news when I did get pregnant, so here's me getting ahead of that." I wiggled my ears and wiggled my tail on screen for emphasis.

“Hey now! Not the only news!" Gwyn huffed. We'd rehearsed this a bit just so we wouldn't become a blushing mess. Even so, I felt the heat rising on my cheeks. “We're partners too, hun. Still amazed you're willing to put up with all my work as Glacé." And there was bombshell number one. “As some of you seemed to notice, those designs were right out of Glacé's playbook, and well, that's me! And given I'm also knocked-up." Bombshell two. “We figured it best to just come out with it now rather than trying to hide it. Even with some of my designs, hiding a kit-belly would be difficult, not with just how many-"

“Hey, we're trying to keep the stream at least PG-13 here!" I yelped. Gwyn giggled and stuck out her tongue, seemingly at me. “But yeah, she's right. Hiding that would be near impossible towards the end, nor would anybody not notice 'hey, five-to-seven month absence of the main model/designer from public view' and 'pregnant hybrid has a pregnant arctic vixen partner.'" I rolled my eyes; our act seemed to be playing off well, some congratulating Zav. Well, he had managed to land us as basically co-mates, even if I was more the reason behind it.

“Well, would be harder to explain that when they come out looking like you instead of Zav." Gwyn said; bombshell 2.5?

“Oh, definitely. So, I'll say this now before the tabloids: I'm intersex, specifically a hermaphrodite. And no, not gonna show it on stream." I sighed. “I had some testing done that was going to make all of this info come out anyways, so, again before tabloids got all 'conspiracy theory' on it: yes, my gender is likely because of the whole early version of the Omni treatment my mom and dad took. And no, not all of us in the first generation were herms; I won't betray their trust by saying who is and isn't. While Omni's current formula makes it nearly a non-issue, I think we technically have to say the chance is slightly elevated?" I had talked this over with Omni-tech's lawyers, too; the company officially made to control the treatment (conspiracy theorists screamed monopoly, but it was state funded, so...). They had been adamant that if I went public, I'd need to say that disclaimer. “The testing was more about the whole mythic factor given Zav and I couldn't keep our paws off each other." He rumbled and kissed my neck, a slight nip in agitation about his characterization. “And yes, you guys are gonna be stuck with me for a long time. Gwyn too. Don't worry, though; my parents are working with others to figure out exactly how that works. So we might be equally stuck with you here soon. I will say this, though: this is the only time I will be bringing all this up, so even if you ask during Gaminghouse streams, I'll just ignore it. If you want updates, I'll occasionally still stream here, but you will not be getting any explicit details."

“And I'll be running my own blog of sorts, at least for a bit, to document how my design process and philosophies and style change while our kits are growing. Of course, this does mean Glacé will likely be getting into maternal wear, so be on the lookout for that probably sometime next year." Gwyn said. “So you can check there for updates on our lives for anyone really curious." We had talked about that; there would be no escaping the public eye for a while, given everything. So we did want to at least control a bit of the narrative and the optics of it.

“And of course, those Gaminghouse streams... I'll still be there, so I'm bound to let something slip here and there." I said with a sigh. “Might have to put up with some flirting on stream, though. If Zav's on. Or Delia." I warned. “But... I think that about covers it, right loves?"

“Hmm... can't think of anything else." Gwyn said.

“Only that if any 'hunters' come after us... it won't end well." Zav glared at the camera and I rubbed against his jaw to draw him into another kiss.

“Anyway... on that note, night everyone!" I said, closing the stream. Zav let out a sigh of relief and Gwyn stretched with a low growl while I did the same.

“And now, we wait..." Gwyn said, both her and my ears perked when we heard her phone go off. “Though not for long it seems." She blinked and tilted her head. “... Whoops, knew we were forgetting something." I let out a curious noise and she just put the phone on speaker when she answered.

“Why didn't you tell us?!" Came the voices of her parents; almost on cue, my own phone rang and I groaned. I looked at Zav, who shook his head.

“Hey, I was good and told mine while you were with Delia." He stuck his tongue out.

“That's where you went! Snacks my tail." Gwyn said. “Could've reminded me."

“It shouldn't be on him!" Came her mother's voice. I sighed and answered my own phone, though I was thankful it was just my sister.

“Congrats, Kai. But, uh, just so you know, Mom and Dad are kinda already booking a flight." Sol said; I winced. “And now Mana and I are gonna have to answer all sorts of questions if this video goes viral."

“Sorry; it'd happen sooner or later, though. Just remember, if any guys give you grief-"

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Girls too, right?"

“I mean, you change with them in the locker rooms, so I'd hope they wouldn't be questioning anything."

“Oh they'll come up with something, I'm sure. They already call me Bubbletail." I rolled my eyes and huffed. I happened to think my siblings' bunny tails were adorable, after all.

“Just imply they're jealous they don't have one... or that they wish you had one so they could have some fun, that'll get them off your back. Or get them in worse trouble. Or get you some new friends, maybe with benefits~" Sol giggled and I could just picture her stifling a proper laugh.

“Be careful..." She sounded worried; I could only guess it was because of the hunter thing.

“I will; you and Mana, too." I told her. “Love ya~" Sol made a huffing sound that was equal parts derision and agreement before hanging up. I called my parents, and, after many apologies, I managed to them out of flying out, too. At least for now. It's not like I'd have a whole lot of time. As for when the births might be... well, Mana and Sol would be in school, so they might have to fend for themselves was my parents' suggestion. I rolled my eyes a bit at that; I was pretty sure they'd want to come meet their nieces and nephews. Gwyn managed to talk her family out of showing up, too... Thank the gods.

“Well... wow, we should've thought of that earlier." Gwyn said with a sigh, leaning against me. “I knew they watched your streams."

“I knew Mana or Sol did; didn't realize your parents or mine were." Zav wrapped his wing around both of us, looking pretty amused at the whole thing before kissing each of us on top of our heads. “Anyways... gonna have to figure out a partner to do the streams with; handling all the assets and the transitions is a bit awkward on my own."

“Hmm... Aeltia, though..." Zav said.

“Yeah; our dynamic might make that a tad weird. Not awful, of course." I sighed, leaning against my dragon and sliding my arms around Gwyn's waist to pull her across our laps so I could rub against her belly; she giggled and slid her top off for us both. Zav ran his claws through her headfur and behind her ears. Aeltia herself admitted to being a little... jumpy around me specifically since Zav was the one she'd had a crush on and I'd been the one giving the orders. She said she'd get used to it, but I really didn't want her to slip up and say 'yes mistress' or something on stream if I told her to do something. “Alaric and Delia have their paws full at the moment; asking them to learn a new tech right now is out of the question."

My hands drifted from my vixen's belly to her chest; she murred as I teasingly massaged against her breasts, thumb idly rolling one of her nipples. My own chest was feeling rather sore and I was definitely getting a bit bustier, too; Gwyn said hers were just sensitive, not sore. And that her murrs turned into mewls and moans quickly enough seemed to indicate that pretty well. “Might try asking Izem?"

“Hmm... maybe." Izem, a rustically red Bush Viper naga, was the motion actor director and animation one. He would likely have a good, if not better, sense of how streaming would work. I didn't really know him that well, though; he seemed to... well, not avoid me, but at least a little wary of me? I couldn't quite place it, honestly. “I'll definitely ask him." I stopped teasing Gwyn, much to her vocalized dismay, and sent a message letting the naga know I wanted to talk tomorrow. Suddenly, my vixen rolled off of our laps and was on her knees and her hands pulling at my shorts. I squeaked and squirmed; honestly, I didn't mind where this was going, but at the same time... I was a little tired after the stream.

“Nope, you started this." Gwyn said, kissing at my belly. “Zav, hold her still for me, won't you~?" I was betrayed! My dragon partner curled his wing around me even more and drew me into a kiss, something both he and Gwyn knew was like... instant calming button for me. My eyes closed and I pressed into him, which made my hips lift just enough for Gwyn to make me a bottomless foxbun. I squeaked when I felt her tongue and muzzle against my unswollen sheath while Zav ran his talon along my back.

“N-Not fair~" I huffed into the kiss, my eyes opening to see Zav watching me with a bit of an amused smile on his muzzle. Gwyn's only response was to swallow my now swelling sheath and start to suckle on it, making me shiver and moan. Which prompted Zav to kiss me again, this time his tongue finding mine and dancing almost languidly around, rubbing and grinding against mine like a housecat sharing its scent. Gwyn coaxed my foxhood out quickly enough, happily suckling on the sensitive tool for a few moments with a moan of her own, her nose pressed against my hips as they grinded and bucked against her warm, saliva filled mouth.

I slid my hand down Zav's scaled, fairly flat stomach (he didn't have a six pack beneath his scales, at least); my nose was already picking up on his, by now, familiar slightly sea-tinged scent that meant he was getting into things. And sure enough, my hands dove into his shorts to be greeted with that familiar warmth; just the memory of how that thing tried to breed me over and over was enough to make me shiver, my back arching beneath Zav's talon. I squeezed on that hardening flesh, fingers rolling to massage along those inches of dragonflesh he used, regularly, to make me feel amazing~ I heard him growl out his own pleasure and smiled, breaking the kiss to kiss his nose. And catch my breath; Gywn's suckling was making me pant and shiver. “A-Alright, who's got an idea for tonight?" I finally said; I shivered when I felt a jet of my pre spurt into my vixen's muzzle. To which she only gave a delighted murr before slurping her muzzle off of me.

“Hmm... any thoughts, Zav?" Gwyn asked; he tilted his head as he thought. I knew that meant he was thinking something, and feeling his length throb and grow harder in my hand as I continued to massage along that length only confirmed it.

“Not in-" I shot him a look and squeezed on his length. Gwyn and I both thought he needed to get better about saying what he wanted. Definitely didn't like feeling like we were just doing our own thing while dragging him along. And we'd told him as much, even if he did need a reminder here and there. “Gah! F-Fine. It really isn't anything special. Figured one of us could be between Gwyn's legs while the other used her chest?" It clearly hadn't escaped him what set all this off.

“Hmm... sounds like a plan... though... Kai's on my chest." Gwyn said; I tilted my head and she just blushed but smirked. Usually, she was all about Zav releasing on her instead of in her. “Wanna see how much you can paint me. Plus, these are really sensitive." She pushed her breasts together with her upper arms. “Not sure I want that pylon of a cock between them just yet." She winked at Zav while standing and helping me up.

“Ugh, lucky, mine are just sore..." I grumbled. Zav let out a concerned sound, which only made me brush my tail against his muzzle and push beneath his chin with it. “If you're worrying over that, I hate to think what you'll be like in a few months."

“Oh, a basket-case, I'm sure." Zav said with a sigh. “I'm trying to keep calm. I promise." Gwyn headed over to the bed while I pulled my top off with a stretch. Zav's talons found my side and trailed along my form; he said he could see my belly swell already, but I really couldn't tell in the mirror. Even so, that my mate's talons were rubbing against me... that made me moan... and happy. That he focused on my lower belly didn't escape my notice, either. Even so, I looked at the vixen laying out on the bed, waiting for us, and pulled Zav over to the bed before crawling forward (with my tail flagged, of course; had to show off my own slit even if he was about to fuck Gwyn silly).

My muzzle dug into Gwyn's fur, kissing up her form and lavishing it. Even if it was barely noticeable, her belly was slightly rounded and more taunt. It made me shiver to imagine doing this in even a month... even if my own belly might be a bit of a hindrance by then. I moved on from there, getting to her own breasts to kiss and suckle against the firm, warm mounds there. She let out a loud moan and arched up against me, her nipples easy targets for my tongue to lap against. I felt Zav's weight settle between her legs, though I let out a yelp when I felt him ease his dragonhood into my own sex, groaning into Gwyn's chest while I squeezed down with my walls and felt my arousal drool along the ridges of his length. Gwyn just giggled, petting against my head and along my bunny ears as my tail flicked back and forth against Zav's front. Zav rolled his hips only a few times, but they were enough to make me shiver and coo; he balanced his weight just right to rub against my clit while he made sure to fill me as much as he dared (I was actually starting to miss that pain of being taken so deeply, honestly... even now my body was expecting it and it just... wasn't happening).

Suddenly, though, he pulled free, his talons squeezing my hips and I felt his muzzle between my shoulder blades. “Ugh, teases, the both of you." I groaned, sitting up on my knees. Gwyn giggled and shimmied a bit. Zav leaned over my shoulder and drew me into a kiss; I kissed him back even as I felt Gwyn arch beneath me and heard her pleasured growls.

“F-fuck, so full..." She groaned. “Still don't know how you manage this so well, Kai~" She panted out; apparently she was a bit tighter down there than I was. Somehow. It just meant Zav was even more careful with her than he was with me.

“Dunno, either." I said after my kiss with Zav broke. I slid my hips forward, keeping most of my weight on my shins even as my thighs squeezed against Gwyn's chest. The vixen let out a squeal and her muzzle hung open; Zav's own surprised snort meant the vixen beneath the both of us had cum, if I had to guess. It was the shivering that gave it away, so I just relaxed back a bit, leaning into Zav's chest as he kissed on my neck and shoulder. He did bring one of his talons up to rub against my side and belly while we waited for Gwyn to come back to her senses. It wasn't too long, at least, before she managed to tuck my foxhood between her squished breasts and rub her chest up and down along it's length.

I was... surprised how strong the jolt up my spine was, my back arching and I let out a groan as pre shot from my exposed tip and against her grinning muzzle. “Atta girl~" Gwyn said with a giggle, licking at my tip before letting out a slight yelp when I felt Zav shift behind me. Soon, we were all panting and grinding against each other, though it wasn't too long before Gwyn had to fight to keep my jumping length between her breasts as my seed shot out across her muzzle and into her open mouth. Zav's mating growls were a familiar song in my ear, my head resting against his neck.

I did let out a particularly loud moan when he started to really mate with Gwyn, much to the squirming, mildly cum-covered vixen's barks of pleasure. His hand had found my breast and squeezed on the sore tissue. But instead of pain, all that I felt was this odd pleasure at the pressure against my chest. “A-Ah, fuck..." That usual jolt and spark of release I felt just at the base of my length? This time it seemed to radiate from my chest and my whole body seized up for a moment as I painted Gwyn's upper chest and muzzle again. It took a few more squeezes for Zav to realize what he was doing, but as he was about to pull away.

“Zav, you stop and she's not gonna forgive you~" Gwyn moaned. I nodded against his neck and kissed at his cheek.

“G-get your other hand up here too, hun." I groaned against his ear; both of my breasts suddenly had my mate's hands massaging against them and my eyes rolled back in my head. It was relief and pleasure all at once and all I could really do was lean back and enjoy it as my hips continued to drive my cock into those firm, warm, furred mounds. By the time Zav finally came, Gwyn and I were in a daze and she... well, her fur was already white to begin with, so it's not like it'd get much whiter. She let out happy murrs as she was pumped full of dragon cum and I just let my hand rest on my belly while Zav leaned some of his weight against my back. We fell asleep that night (after a quick shower and some grooming of Gwyn's fur) snuggled together while I realized I should probably start looking into some bras.

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Izem, it turned out, was happy to help with the streaming. I did also learn why he'd been... odd around me; he finally admitted he was a bit in awe of me; it turned out he was hermaphroditic as well. And a lot more secretive about it than I was. That surprised me for... a couple of reasons. The first was, well, outwardly, he looked male. And he didn't wear a stitch of clothing either (which, even as a male, was pretty impressive). But the way his scales were arranged hid everything rather neatly unless he wanted to be on display (I turned down his offer to see; I'll admit I was curious, but I really didn't need to see that). The other was, well, it was no secret on the team that he was a frequent partner of Nicolau, or Nico.

Nico was a fox on our team, but unlike my more usual orange-and-creamy white coloring, he had a lot more black than orange fur; he still had some, but it was more like a border between the cream and the gradient rocky-gray to black. Different base species of fox, after all. It was also well known that he was very strictly gay. So I wasn't too surprised he and Izem were often together... until this moment. Again, as curious as I was... I didn't want to pry too deeply into someone else's bedtime fun. Nico did know that Izem was a herm as well, so at least that wasn't a timebomb waiting to go off.

Well, glad that I got the streaming stuff settled, we figured we'd get together to work on it the evening before each stream and adjust the format as we went. We did have access to everything everyone was working on, so showing off things wouldn't be too hard (our whole file system had version control baked into it, too, so any changes could be reverted at any time, really). We would, however, have to make sure the others marked what they wanted to show off. After that, I met up with Delia to go shopping; after my discovery last night... figured it best to get at least a few bras. Gwyn and Zav both had things to do (and Zav admitted to knowing nothing about bras and wouldn't be much help beyond his usual compliments and desire).

“So, how're you doing?" I asked the husky... who was currently walking with her arms wrapped around mine and leaned against me.

“Sleepy husky...." She grumbled against my shoulder. “They're holding sleep hostage, Kai! Even Alaric gets woken up by them." That was... actually kind of impressive; I'd learned the lion was a dead-to-the-world sleeper. “After this, I'mma try to take a nap before getting some work in." She sighed; I let out a low growl.

“Sia was very clear on that; no work for a month, Del." I said. She whimpered and huffed.

“It's not fair to you two, though."

“Hey, I'll have the same deal in a few months, so..." Delia squeaked and let go of my arm.

“S-Sorry! I forgot..." She whined and her ears lowered. “I shouldn't be leaning on you..."

“I'm not about to break hun, not like you can tell yet, right?" She eyed me before she hmmed.

“Well... except for your chest, no... guess that's why you wanted to look at maternity bras? I do need some new nursing ones myself." She sighed, looking down at her own chest. We boarded a tram to the shopping district. “Gwyn gonna take care of your other clothes?"

“... Maybe? She wants to, but..."

“Yeah, your style's not exactly Glacé type, either." Delia said; she motioned for me to take the open seat and I rolled my eyes. Even so... not gonna pass the chance up.

“I've got a while to go before I have to worry about that, though. And, well, oversized t-shirts are a thing, too."

“Ooh, yeah, Zav's probably got some around." She said with a flick of her tail, leaning against the support seperating the entry from the bench I was sitting on. It wasn't too long a wait, honestly, to get to the shopping district. I had looked up what shops to go to before we left, at least, and had them marked on my phone. The first store... was way out of my price range and way too frilly for either of our tastes. The second one was better for Delia, at least.

“What do you think?" She asked, modeling a nursing bra against her chest. It was a dull orange one; Delia's taste did tend to lend to warmer colors compared to my own.

“Not bright enough, but then, Alaric's the only one who'll be seeing it."

“Oh?" She pouted and huffed. I tilted my head before blushing and huffing, which made her giggle.

“Ugh, never can tell when you're just teasing. Devil husky." I huffed.

“I mean, it can be both can't it?" She kissed my nose, which made me jump a bit. “I mean, I know you've got your paws full, but if there's ever a night where both Zav and Gwyn are busy," Which wouldn't be too surprising between both of their other careers. “I wouldn't mind filling in. As well as a husky girl can~" I shivered at the thought. “And if you need some proper filling, I'm sure we can find a toy."

“No Alaric?"

“Wasn't sure if you or Zav'd would want him there." She modeled a pale yellow one; I made a face. It was way too dull for anything yellow should purposely look. Ever. The husky pouted, but giggled.

“That's... a good point; we've not explicitly talked about me with other guys we know, just hypothetical." I said with a sigh, leaning against a pillar. “I'm fairly confident he wouldn't mind Alaric at least. Not sure he'd mind Jaya, either. I know he'd be... concerned and want to be there if I was with the latter, though." I tilted my head a bit, tail flicking a little. I nodded to a pale red (I couldn't call it pink, it wasn't... bright enough, I guess?) nursing bra. “But I guess I'll ask if the situation ever comes up. It might be different depending on if I'm in season or even how big I might be at the time." I stuck my tongue out.

“Can't wait to see you all kit-heavy, regardless~" Delia giggled, kissing my nose before dragging me to the changing rooms. I let out a yelp when she pulled me into one with my ears twitching.

“Del," I rolled my eyes, even as she took her top off and I sat on the bench.

“What? I might actually need help if they're tricky to get off." She hmmed; indeed, she even wanted help with the one she had on. Though that made me tilt my head a bit. It... looked like a normal enough bra, honestly.

“So... how do these work?"

“Let me get this one on and I'll show you~" She pulled on the pale red one, and after modeling it and jumping a bit (which did make her chest bounce, well... a small amount, and it was a fun sight). She then showed me how the cups opened up, the hitch at the strap barely noticeable.

“Ugh... straps."

“You really hate those, huh?" She tilted her head. “I think there are bandeaus, but if you're sore already, I can't imagine those would be enough support."

“Yeah, just... something about them makes me really uncomfortable." I knew it was weird, I just.... didn't like stuff on my shoulders, really. I usually played it off as not wanting the straps to show, but I didn't really care about that.

“Might be a question more for Gwyn; I'm fine with straps so I never looked at alternatives. Sorry hun... if you want a drink to make up for it~" She wiggled her chest with a playful grin. I... wasn't sure if I should be concerned with how excited the offer made me; I had to shift on my toes. She blinked and perked her ears. “I said it as a joke, but~"

“Ugh, no... wouldn't want it to be some sort of consolation thing, wouldn't be fair to either of us." I said, though I was eyeing my friends nipples. “What does it feel like, though?"

“It's alarming." Delia said. “At least for me; the pups aren't exactly tender and do basically chew on the things." She huffed. “Alaric's a little more tender, at least, but even he's a bit rough with them. Plus, feeling the milk come out? That's just... odd. Some girls are into it, apparently; it's not a turn off for me, but it's definitely not a turn on." I did remember Aeltia saying she liked the idea of it, but the idea and the actual action were very different, usually. “And it is a bit different depending on who is suckling; I don't get turned on at all when the pups are doing it, but like I said, they're basically chewing. I have to imagine someone who has their own, and knows how sore they can get, would feel much better, though~" She murred, offering her chest one more time, hands behind her back. I could watch her swollen nipples hardening a bit.

“... Another time, when we can take care of the, uh... pressure it's creating." I huffed. Delia giggled and nodded, resetting the bra and then getting me to help her take it off. She leaned against me, her eyes closing and I nuzzled against her neck a bit. “You alright?"

“Yeah, just... getting tired." She whined. “I wasn't kidding about the pups holding sleep hostage." I hugged around her waist and she wiggled slightly. “Sorry, Kai."

“Don't be, hun." I kissed against her neck. I knew asking her to come out would be a bit rough on her. “Hmm... would ice cream help? I'd suggest coffee or tea, but doubt we want these," I brought my paws up, gently squeezing Delia's breasts (and whoa, they were firm compared to the last time I did it) “Getting tainted with caffeine and keeping the pups up even more." She giggled and kissed my cheek.

“I'm allowed a little caffeine, hun. Can have more than you and Gwyn at least. Not too much, but as long as I don't go overboard." She hmmed. “Tea... does sound good. I know a place nearby that has some good cold-brew ones..." My ears perked; as many vegetables as I ate, I did not bitter things; I'd heard cold-brew tea was actually really good in that regard. “I think they're still doing slushies, too... Okay, now you've got me awake a little." She smiled, her tail wagging against my (admittedly still swollen) sheath and belly.

I smiled and stepped out of the changing room while she got redressed, taking her paw when we left while she carried the bag with her new purchases. On our way to the last store, we did stop at the café Delia mentioned and got a couple of apple-and-peppermint tea slushies... and the accompanying brain-freeze from drinking it too fast.

At the last store... I was more in more my element, at least color wise. Brighter, darker tones. And we were greeted by a rather imposing sight at first glance: a tall, built Orca woman named Raya (according to her name tag) behind the counter. She was taller than Aeltia and maybe even Jaya... and noticeably muscular.

“Well, what do we have here~?" She asked, sitting up from leaning against the counter. Yep, definitely taller than Jaya (never mind her breasts; I felt comparatively flat to her; each one was easily bigger than my head). “Well, I know who, I watch your stream, but surprised to see you here. Congrats, by the way."

Well, that felt weird, getting recognized and congratulated. By someone I didn't know. Slightly thrilling, a little scary. “T-Thanks. And this is Delia that I've mentioned on stream. I kinda need bras, but... not used to them. And hate straps. And kinda hate bras in general."

“Oof, and pregnant? Well... how about sports bras? They were great for me~" Raya said. Delia let out a yelp. “I know, I know, I don't look it, but I am a competitive bodybuilder in my off time... at least as much as I can be." Delia nodded. “But anyways... back to the sports bra. If you're not wanting a 'bra' look, at least." The orca woman said. “They're not amazingly supportive, though."

“Dunno how much support she actually needs, really."

“I mean, Zav's hands were enough to feel enough relief."

“But he's practically your mate," Delia huffed. “It's very different, trust me." Raya nodded in agreement. “Any halter or strapless ones?"

“Can't suggest the halter ones, they did a number on my neck." Raya sighed. “But I might be an edge case. That section over there, though, should have them." Delia nodded and brought me over to that section with a wave to the orca, who went back to looking through the catalog she'd been browsing when we came in.

“Ugh, this is why I hate bras... so much to consider." I grumbled; it was overwhelming, really. The different sizes and conversions.

“Just try them on!" Delia huffed. “Wait..." She bounded over to the counter and came back with a rolled measuring tape. “Arms up; wanna make sure we try some on that you can actually get on."

“Remember to buy a little loose so the fabric has some give; doubt you're quite done." Raya said, clearly watching us out of the corner of her eye. Delia nodded while she measured... beneath my breasts. I raised my eyebrow but she just gave my nose a kiss before returning the measure.

“Alright, it's like I thought, but I wanted to be sure. Wild Canine Small or Canine Medium." I nodded. The way sizing worked was... honestly wildly complicated given the number of species and different sizes. Raya herself was a testament to that compared to me. She was nearly seven-and-a half or eight feet tall (around 2.3m, maybe a bit taller, for those of you who use the metric system). And, as she mentioned, was a (somewhat hourglass shaped) bodybuilder. Compared to my own diminutive five-seven (or 1.7m, again) and lithe pear-shaped form. Honestly, there was a whole scale based on species and conversion process we had to do to figure out the right sizing.

It took a while, but I did pick out a few styles to try. “Make sure the halters don't put too much weight on your neck or anything, alright?" Raya said, looking a bit concerned. Delia nodded while joining me in the dressing room; figured fair was fair and it wasn't like there wasn't anything she hadn't seen already. It was a good thing, too. I was not used to stretching how I needed to get the bras on and off. The halters did feel really good, but Raya's concern about weight on my neck was a bit worrying. Even so, given the way Delia's hands lingered, I took a risk and got a couple of those as well as some of the bandeaus.

“How're they feeling right now?" Delia asked; she did sound concerned. I'd really tried to suppress the sighs of relief, but more than a few had slipped out.

“Well confused," I half-joked. She rolled her eyes and stopped me from putting my top on. I tilted my head before I let out a murr, leaning back against the wall. The husky's paws were on my breasts, and I couldn't help but shiver and let out a few groans at the massaging digits against them. There was no hope of me staying sheathed, either, with that sort of stimulation. But Delia was... mostly business. Her fingers pressed into the base of them and beneath them, pushing up against them (and this is where she slipped out of business mode and wrapped her muzzle around my nipples, suckling against me for a few moments).

“You two alright in there?" Raya called back. “Technically I'm not supposed to allow two or more in there... or let any fun happen." I squeaked, cutting off a moan that had been building in my throat.

“Yeah, we're fine. Though... is there a way she could wear one out at least?" Delia asked. I picked out an indigo bandeau that pushed my chest up just enough to keep their new weight from pulling down on my shoulders and chest. Raya gave the husky some scissors to cut the tag and we paid for it and a few more. As well as some maternity briefs they had hidden away; those were a surprising find. And Raya had apparently guessed my size in that regard pretty correctly. I gave the orca an appreciative smile before we headed back out; Delia was starting to yawn and, well, I had gotten worked up. My hormones weren't making me horny (yet), but they did make it a lot harder to get unhorny without mating. I gave Delia a kiss before heading towards Zav's place (honestly, besides my furniture, most of my stuff was there anyways); the husky was gonna drop, probably quite literally, if her pups would let her. Zav wasn't in (he was likely at his publisher's or talking to one of the designers of the house or nursery); Gwyn was lounging on the couch... in just her fur. For a fashionista, she was just as much an exhibitionist as I was it felt like.

“Fashion show~" Gwyn said with a dopey grin. I rolled my eyes and kissed her.

“Hey yourself, beautiful~"

“That goes without saying; I wanna see my foxybun's new purchases. And sorry about not being able to go with you."

“No worries. It's really nothing special, hun, really." I did pull my top off, though, showing the purchase I'd worn out of the store. Gwyn immediately sat up and her muzzle and hands were inspecting my find.

“Huh, alright, so that's how they get support without straps or wires... wouldn't work for bustier girls" Gwyn hmmed, making my eyes roll before she kissed my nose. “But as long as it works for you~ Can't help but notice someone's nipples are all nice and hard~" She murred, kissing at my cleavage and making me shiver.

“Y-yeah, Delia may have gotten me worked up."

“And she didn't offer to help? That's not like her." Gwyn frowned.

“She still shouldn't be mating... and she was about to drop; she claims the pups are holding sleep hostage." Gwyn giggled and then whined; seems she remembered we were both in for that not too long from now. “Yeah, I know."

“These kits better be cute as hell." She huffed.

“I'm sure they will be; at least yours. I am a little worried about mine. I mean, scales and fur?"

“I've seen pics of most of the hybrids. Nature seems to work it out. Even for Esmeralda; she's a huge hit in the tropical markets~"

“Wait, Essie's a model?! I lost touch with her a while back; that's... a complete one-eighty." She was the frog-bird hybrid who had always been down on her looks.

“Oh yeah, it apparently took some convincing. Should come with me to the fashion show in a couple of months and see her! But... enough about that... we've got a bunny-fox to get all calmed down again~ And... if you thrust hard enough, can check and make sure you won't bounce out of that bra~" Gwyn murred, drawing me into a kiss, her tongue dancing with mine while she pressed her chest against mine. My hands ran along my partner's body, squeezing against her hips and rear with a loud, giggling murr from the vixen. She wiggled her hips and leaned against me more; I realized what she was trying to do and helped her off the couch, only for her to waste little time in bending over the arm of it, her rear hanging off with her hips angled just perfectly while her tail played against my chin. Her starting-to-drool slit on display and one of her feet tugging at the shorts I wore. And the look over her shoulder was a daring 'fuck my brains' out look she'd started perfecting. It really wasn't long until I was out of said shorts and buried sheath-deep inside of depths, both of us groaning as she squeezed down on my length and her tail curled around my neck lightly.

Fuck, I love my partners~ And, no, I didn't bounce out of my top, as much as Gwyn tried to make me by encouraging me to pound her harder and harder.