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Archantael raised her hand and rapped on the door before her. The pangolinfox tapped a footpaw, ears swiveled forward for the steps of her friend sure to be on the other side. Her oversized tail swished back and forth over the front stoop in brimming anticipation. The tessellated pangolin scales that lined its top half clacked against one of the potted plants on the stoop; fearing a disturbance of the plant (as she had been somewhat careless with her tail before), she stopped. Instead she fidgeted self consciously with the waistband of her sweatpants that had caught on one of the scales on her thighs. She sighed dejectedly. The joys of being a hybrid- clothes were usually made for one species and not the other. And often even less accommodating when a creature was pregnant.

The pangolinfox perked as she heard the slightly unsteady footfalls behind the door. The wood creaked and wind rustled the hem of Archantael's t-shirt as the door was practically wrenched open. A Ninetales stood – no, loomed – before her. The silver fur of her tail caught the sunlight as it looped around the doorknob. But brighter still was her smile that went from ear to ear and seemed to glint out of the corner of Arch's eye!

“Archantael, hon! You're glowing!" One arm and yet another tail shot out and pulled Arch into a warm but slightly awkward side hug. Arch blushed a little as her ears flicked. Alethia's arm around her shoulder was so firm, and that tail that slid silkily across the swerve of her scaled waste was so assuring. Gods she's so warm… If the kiddos don't get me sweating again she sure will. She would have enjoyed a regular hug but such a maneuver was completely out of the question when both women's middles were rounded out by heavy wombs near the end of their 2nd trimester.

“So are you, Alethia! And on all the gods- you're bigger than me, too?! I thought you were at least four weeks behind me!" Arch tried to keep the awestruck jealousy out of her voice as she rubbed gently into the other fox's embrace. She could feel the swish of Alethia's fur against the ridges of her scales, even through their clothes!

Triplets!" Alethia titterred, as even with all her magic she couldn't hide her pride in the flash of her smile. She let Archantael out of the hug but suddenly whirled so that the two vixens stood face to face, with their bellies just inches apart and their arms on each other's shoulders. ““Come on in, dear. Put your feet up and tell me all about your first time with the Service! And then after that we'll get you out of those sweatpants."

Archantael's ears wilted slightly and she fidgeted with the bottom of a frumpy t-shirt that didn't quite cover the looping dark purple lines of her womb tattoo. The pangolin fox surreptitiously eyed Alethia as the ninetales flicked the door behind her shut with one of her tails and ushered her inside. The kitsune always looked so put together: even simple clothes like her teal tunic and black skirt seemed tailored perfectly to flatter her figure, no matter what stage of development she may be currently in. Arch felt absolutely mousey in comparison, but her stabs at finding good maternity clothes online had left her with lots of return trips to the post office and little else.

The Ninetales maneuvered Arch through her modest, slightly cramped halls to a kitchen whose spring green walls practically glowed in the afternoon light. Arch's nose twitched as she caught a whiff from the charcuterie board on the breakfast table for two. Citrus, berries, chamomile, pickle brine… and a faint spicy aroma from the doorway behind her, like ginger and cloves. The two vixen sat across from each other with their fronts angled out from the table. Alethia proffered Archantael the crackers, soft cheese,and bespoke selection of pickles off the little cutting board with a wave of her hand while her tails poured a cup of chamomile brew from the tea set. Arch daintily plucked one of the crackers and crunched into it, suddenly aware of how much she was craving salt.

Alethia took the cup she'd poured in her hand and began to pass it to the pangolinfox before pausing to frown at it. She furrowed her brow, and Arch watched in awe as the Ninetales' eyes, tailtips, and inkpen tattoo on her arm all glowed with indigo light. Arch could see a glow from Alethia's left shin and belly, where she knew other markings hid beneath her clothes. A few stray sparks skipped across the surface of the brown water, leaving little ripples in its surface. When the glow of the foxfire faded, Alethia placed the cup gingerly in Arch's hands. She could tell it was at the perfect temperature to drink even before her first sip!

Alethia was already spreading brie and jam on a cracker when Archantael's cup clinked against its saucer. Her cerulean eyes peered over the lip of her teacup as she watched the kitsune's tails pour a second cup of tea! I still don't get how she doesn't get them tangled… they're like nine extra hands but they're twice as long as me! Arch's wandering mind was snapped back to attention by the glint of Alethia's grin.

“So… how was it? Did the doctor take care of everything or did you…" Alethia's indigo eye twinkled salaciously as she bit into the cracker. “Did you collect your donation directly?"

The hybrid fox held more red in her face than usual; for the striking figure of Alethia in her own swollen rosiness and color, for the fast and precise care that she was already delivering, the gentle but invigorating warmth of the cup as she cradled it in her paws, and most especially the nature of the question that just parted from the Ninetales' lips.

“Oh, you know me," she replied, with a coy look and spreading smile. “I like to be as hands-on as possible." She couldn't conceal her grin as memories of the moment had flashed across her mind. Reflections in the surface of the tea felt reminiscent of the internal warmth that had given rise to her current brewing brood in her womb. The citrus and flower scent of the drink was all at once enlivening and calming, much like the host herself. Arch took her sip while keeping a gaze, alight with a sense of prideful mischief, on Alethia. Her own tail flicked with excitement so that her scales clacked gently against her chair leg.

“And I can tell you," she said, as she leant in slightly, “that it was wonderful." She freed up a paw to gently rest it on her stomach, and circle it softly. She was self conscious about the ivory fluff poking out from under the bottom, but less so in present company. “I didn't get quite the number you did, though. Mine are twins." She quickly produced her cell phone and flicked to the photos app, where she had a small gallery of ultrasound images, which she turned to Alethia with a blushing smile. The Ninetales gave an approving gleam of her eye and her fur rippled briefly with proxy affirmation for her guest and friend.

Alethia took her own teacup and leaned in conspiratorially. “You look good though! The little ones are lookin' healthy as their mama! And the Service loves themselves a mare who can handle multiples. Did I ever tell you who my donors are this time?" Alethia idly ran a hand over the slope of her own womb. The thin fabric draped perfectly over her curves and left nothing to the hybrid's imagination.

Archantael blinked twice and put down her teacup. She looked over the small pyramid of pickles on the cutting board. She'd grown so much more sensitive to smell in the past few months so she could easily tell the spicy peppered pickles from the sweeter bread-and-butters even before picking them up. She plucked one, no two, off the platter, anticipating the crunch and the salty brine on her tongue. “No I don't think you did."

“Well… there was a very handsome Rapidash and his Arcanine boyfriend who needed a surrogate! But they wanted the identity of the donor to be a surprise," Alethia purred as she too grabbed a pickle. She'd clearly been craving them ever since they were out of the jar but was a gracious enough hostess to have waited for Arch to take one first. “It took a fair deal of prep, but we got 'em to, uhm, contribute together. But my money's on the Rapidash being the daddy. The ki -*mmph!*-" Alethia flinched and placed a hand placatively atop her belly. “Sorry, dear… but the kiddos sure kick like Ponytas."

Arch listened and tried not to smile too ravenously as Alethia recounted her escapade, sipping her tea and softly wringing her feetpaws into the floor as it conjured up the confidence in her to tell her own story.

“Ohhh, that sounds so good though!" she trilled while bouncing eagerly on her seat. She immediately regretted it when she had to place a paw on her chest to steady herself. She leaned in for another pickle, but caught her gaze lingering over the plump bosom and chest fluff hidden behind the Ninetales' sheer top. “I know they're going to look absolutely gorgeous too."

“Mine was a very lovely, very affectionate wolf. Kind of shy to begin with, possibly a little tired, I suppose, but-" She took in a long breath and let it out as a gruff, salacious sigh. She couldn't stop the grin from blooming on her face. “-but when he got started, wow he did not let up. I could tell how much he wanted pups. I'm thrilled to be keeping them safe for him. They've been very calm so far, very sweet."

She cast a look down at her swollen abdomen and circled her paw over it softly. With a little effort, and mostly thanks to her core strength and flexibility as a pangolin hybrid, she could just about lean down and press her snout to it to give it a kiss. A brief hesitation swept over her before she chuckled and shrugged a little. “They do make me feel very hot, though. Never felt more like an incubator than right now. But I adore it."

Alethia put down her teacup and placed a confidential hand over Archantael's. The pangolinfox hoped Alethia didn't notice how she thrilled at the touch. “I'm glad your first time is going so well! You look positively radiant, you know. Maybe that's why you're as warm as me! And besides, being warm is a lot better than being sick or woozy!"

Arch felt a pair of tails begin to coil idly around one of her ankles. She brought a hand to her muzzle and tried not to titter. Did Alethia know she was ticklish there? But the kitsune didn't seem to notice the gesture, at least until her tails withdrew and their owner flushed bashfully. Arch wished Alethia hadn't noticed, but at least the Ninetales still kept her hand on top of hers. She twisted her own hand to hold Alethia's and return her affections with an affirming squeeze. It helped the hybrid fox keep her focus on the conversation.

“But you're happy with your experience, right? You see Dr. Larson, like me, right? The big thresher shark? Has his team been good to you? I just… I hope I didn't get you into anything over your head," Alethia's voice dropped in register and she leaned close with obvious concern.

“I can't say I wasn't nervous, and haven't had my moments, but…" she squeezed a little harder, keeping her gaze fixed on Alethia even as she felt herself blushing a little. “...but it's been one of the best feelings I've ever had. I can understand why you've been with the Service so long."

Alethia had been working as a surrogate for the Shiny Hunter's Fertility Service for the years that Archantael had known her. It was a fertility and family planning service that specialized in the needs of rare species, especially shinies and hybrids. Arch had watched her friend bloom with the joys of motherhood each year and get paid for the privilege to boot! Alethia, ever forward, actually asked Arch if she wanted a recommendation when she was in recovery from her last litter. Arch secretly wished it hadn't taken Alethia so long to ask.

Arch ducked her head in shy self-regard. “I can't thank the Service enough honestly. I never thought anything could be so… well-provisioned for someone like me. And gods, I've never had such wonderful insurance! I feel very flattered, and I can't thank you enough for bringing me into it... and Dr. Larson was very kind, very reassuring, and he's got a wonderful set of folks working with him. He's got a lovely hide… all those colors! I wonder if he's ever considered being a donor…" A moment of bashfulness overtook her again. She felt herself beginning to give way to gushing profusely over her lovely host. Her feetpaws kneaded together ever so slightly, though her knees were still set rather apart to make room for her bulging womb.

“You really fit right in! I'm so glad for you." Alethia leaned in as best she could without bumping the table. “I don't know if you've seen them yet, but you should see the counseling service. It's harder than you think to let them go… But sometimes parents will want you to check in on their little ones, if you like. Heh… There's almost a dozen kiddos out there who know me as 'Auntie Silver' already. Sometimes they wave to me at the grocery store."

“I've thought about it," said Archantael, a little wistfully. She chewed her lip, thinking of school days where she was the only pangolin hybrid and how isolating that was. But those chill memories were chased away by the glow of a scale-backed youngun waving at her from their seat on a grocery cart. I could get used to Aunt Arch… She rubbed the slope of her belly idly. “I guess I'm overdue for that appointment. Thanks for reminding me, Alethia."

They sat for a minute longer, enjoying the silence save for the occasional crunch of crackers. Arch never let go of Alethia's hand, and the Ninetales never pulled away. When both their teacups were empty, Alethia's tails flicked out again to tug at frumpy sweatpants. “Alright, girlie. You look gorgeous but we gotta do something about your wardrobe here! You're waaay too pretty to be dressing like this! C'mon I told you I've got all sortsa stuff for you."

Alethia put her hands on her knees and awkwardly half-heaved herself to her feet. She then offered her hand to Archantael and helped her to her feet too. Ever the gracious host, Alethia waved Archantael out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom. One tail gently brushed the scales on Arch's hip as Alethia followed just behind. Their pace was slow for such a short walk and they sighed softly every few steps as they managed their growing burden.

Archantael reached for the bedroom door before her but withdrew it as a silvery tail darted out and twisted the knob. The fuchsia painted walls made the tight space seem homely instead of cramped, but the massive pile of clothes on the bed did make the space look a little disheveled as Alethia ushered in her guest. The hybrid's gaze looked over the wide open closet with a little envy. _She always has such pretty clothes… and my goodness! She organizes it by trimester _!

“Arch hon, hold your arms out for me real quick?" Archantael was snapped back to reality by Alethia's reassuring purr. She obliged, and felt the gossamer swish of kitsune tails coiling over her fur and scales. They looped at her shoulder before snaking straight down to the underside of her wrist. Arch did her best not to shudder at sensation, but her tail wagged happily beneath her! Plated scales shifted and softly drew across each other at each flex of that tail in idle, soft affirmation.

“Taking my measurements? Or did you get tired of just looking?" Archantael's smile was coy but inviting.

Alethia slid two warm hands gently over the scales on Archantael's hips. Her purple painted nails idly clacked against the hard keratin. “Part of the process, hon. I know I've got stuff for ya, but since you're so much shorter than me I want to be sure it'll fit you right. If I gave you one of my maxis you'd be swimming in it, but I bet some of my minis or midis will work on your frame."

A soft hum escaped from Arch's muzzle for several seconds before she realized that she'd closed her eyes. She blushed, grateful that Alethia seemed preoccupied with her measurements. “I uh… I went up a size or so… A lot of my best clothes will have to wait a few months before I can wear them again, but Dr. Larson said it's all normal, that it's healthy."

More tails took her measurements. They coiled around her thighs, her waist, her womb… There was so much gentleness, affirmation, warmth to her touch. Her self-consciousness was just melting away. Arch found she didn't mind at all that Alethia was measuring the plush of baby weight under the fur on her thighs, her slight muffin top, or the new heaviness of her breasts. These ginger investigations made her feel comfortable, seen, in her changing body. She only just realized she'd been holding her breath, and she let it out in a soft sigh.

“It's all about how it hangs on you, ya know… besides, it suits you." Arch's knife-sharp ears flicked involuntarily when she heard Alethia's low murmur. The pangolinfox arched involuntarily as she felt a large, firm yet soft baby bump brushing against the small of her back. She was so close! She was so tall! Her whole body tingled with the sensory awareness of being so… engulfed by the other fox.

“I guess I can always grow into them," Archantael chuckled and tilted her head very slightly upwards, cheekily tempting Alethia to rest that soft muzzle against her scaled forehead. The thought of that sheer material across her host's chest crossed her mind, especially as she knew the body that it covered was already touching her back.

“You look so good though," she added. “I've, um… always thought you dressed gorgeously. If I can look even half as pretty as you, I'll be more confident than I think I'll ever have been."

Alethia didn't reply right away. She hummed instead as more of her tails began to snake around Arch. Her tailtips were glowing again, and Alethia's fur had gone from slightly warm to soothingly hot, like a steamed towel service during a massage. The foxfire washed away the myriad little aches of motherhood Archantael had been enduring. She marveled as Alethia's tails moved with gentle intention. Of course she knew just where to apply that soothing touch. She'd gone through all this so many times before her…

“The good news is that you're already there. I know the baby weight makes us all self conscious but believe me, hon, it looks good on you. You can't hide all of this, so you should flaunt it," murmured Alethia. Her hands were still on Archantael's waist. She was gently running her thumb over one of the grooves on the scales right near where they transitioned from hard keratin to downy fluff. Slowly, Alethia pressed her own bump more firmly into Arch's back. She was so close. She was so warm.

Despite being basked in such entracing flame, Archantael felt a shiver rustle over the scales on her spine when she felt Alethia's hot and heavy breath on the nape of her neck. The heat was more than atmospheric to Arch, it was a physical embodiment of the care and attention her kitsune companion bestowed. Every touch was a breath taken, saved, and released in secret delight, which was slowly becoming less and less secret the more she wanted to lean into her and feel that warmth more fully.

And then Alethia's lips gently brushed against the crook of Arch's neck! It was a tender, plaintive thing. Archantael heard the sweet words unspoken that lingered over the slightly wet spot of fur Alethia had just stained with black lipstick. “May I, my dear?"

Sweet gods above, YES!!

“You're beautiful, Archantael…" Alethia's voice was a hush, barely audible over their breaths that had grown deep and heavy without their realizing.

“You… you are too…" Archantael whispered back. She was frozen, trapped in a moment of hesitation that melted an instant later by the growing flame from beneath her bosom. She reached her muzzle back and placed a small kiss on Alethia's pink nose. She held herself there for a few seconds and brought her hand up to stroke the Ninetales' face and press against her from both sides. Her other hand slid back to cradle the silvery bump pressed into her back. Alethia's hand met hers there a moment later. “Oh gods, Alethia… you feel so wonderful."

“So do you…" Alethia let Archantael's kiss linger on her snout. The pangolinfox sighed softly, eyes half-lidded. When she pulled her sweet lips away, tails circled around Arch again, tighter this time. The Ninetails' baby bump was pressed much more intensely against Arch so that Alethia could place her hands on the other's womb. A painted nail idly traced one of the lines on Arch's womb tattoo.

Alethia squeezed around the parts of Arch that had softened in her first two trimesters as an expecting mother. The soothing heat, the sleek swish of fur sliding over scales, Archantael found herself utterly, blissfully ensnared. Her eyes had begun to glaze over, but Alethia's voice woke her from her reverie.

“I think the clothes can wait… I know just the thing…"

One of Alethia's tails flicked towards another door on the other side of the bedroom, but neither of the women wanted to extricate themselves from each other. Instead, they shuffled, a little awkwardly, a little achily, towards the door. Archantael couldn't see Alethia's face, but she felt the kitsune's body tense in glee when the door opened in anticipation of her reaction. The Ninetales flashed her shiny smile again.

Arch had been to Alethia's place before. It was modest, cozy even a little homely. But this? This was something else! Her eyes glazed over at the sight! The master bath gleamed with black and silver tiles polished to a mirror shine. It was spacious, luxurious, with a whirlpool bathtub that could easily fit at least three people. It looked more at home at a spa or intimate luxury hotel, not her friend's home!

“You like it? My last batch of triplets earned me a bonus. Thought I'd treat myself. Stuff like this is in your future too if you keep having twins." Archantael let Alethia take the lead so that they half-walked, half-waddled them closer to the tub. Alethia was kissing Archantael along the shoulder and neck the whole while.

“It's… it's so wonderful." Archantael replied, but further words were beyond her. She was dumbfounded and gazed in a dream-like wonder at the tailor-made space. She felt touched that she could see all this, see this part of Alethia. A place like this evoked a deep sense of love and care from her, both for the self and the other. It stirred a passion in Arch, too. She could feel it being drawn out of her like spooling wire along the path of tender kisses Alethia left behind on her shoulder.

When they stood near the bath, Alethia uncoiled some of her tails and set them to work. They ran the taps and poured some glittery oil into the basin. One sky blue tailtip dipped into the water and began to glow so that pearlescent steam began to rise off the surface. The water below glimmered too, and a scent of ginger and citrus rose in the small space. The aroma was inviting and familiar… of course Alethia knew just what would soothe their senses, no matter how unruly their pregnancies might become.

Arch felt warm hands on the hem of her shirt, but for now they didn't do anything more but toy with the fabric with thumb and forefinger. The pangolinfox locked gazes with Alethia and marveled how her indigo eyes glowed like embers in the steam. Her lips curled invitingly, and she nodded to the kitsune.

They raised their hands together. They drew them around and above their heads, so that her shirt tangled their limbs together for a moment. Arch leaned in on tiptoe and craned her neck as she kissed gently, adoringly, at the inside of Alethia's arms. They gently nuzzled as the fabric rustled to the floor.

Alethia's lips returned to Arch's neck, but soon began to move away and down her arm. She could feel how the Ninetales used her extra height to her advantage, even leaning up on tiptoes so that she could keep holding Arch from behind while they teased and soothed each other. With a little lean and a little help from the pangolin fox, Alethia kissed her way down to the wrist and back again. Archantael noticed how Alethia lingered over the parts of her where soft fur transitioned seamlessly to plated scale. Each brush of the lips was so sweet and attentive, it made Archantael feel like a goddess!

Slowly, Alethia began to uncoil herself from Arch. She kept peppering the pangolin-fox with little smooches, returning to her neck, her chest, the underside of her muzzle. As the embrace loosened, Archantael didn't even notice that Alethia had unhooked her bra until it clinked lightly to the floor!

The two vixen now stood hip to hip but facing the opposite direction. Alethia was still wearing her teal tunic and black skirt. Archantael was already undressing her with her eyes while her fingers fumbled in their attempts to keep up. She was itching to see what the Ninetales looked like under those clothes, to see how gorgeously she would glow. It was hard to imagine such a natural, graceful, lovely creature looking more attractive than she did already! The beauty was laced through the kitsune's voice, her touch, the dozens of tiny kisses that made Arch's heart sing!

Alethia's hands were at Archantael's waist again, now tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants. The press of the Ninetales' fingers at her lower vestments was painfully tempting, but she did not have Alethia immediately undress her. It was the other fox's turn first, so that they would be equal in their natural states. She slid her hands softly up Alethia's round stomach, lifting the teal tunic, breath catching ever so slightly as the warmth was so much stronger to be pressed directly against her fur. Her hands roved further still and lifted the garment away from her before shifting back down. She tracked the silver valleys her fingers carved with her eyes. She meandered lower and lower till two tender fingers carefully stroked over the Ninetales' navel. Her eyes snapped upward and locked with Alethia's again. A flame glimmered between them, a hunger reflected in each other's gazes.

“Breathtaking," whispered Archantael. A hand lingered on the fluff of Alethia's chest. Again, all that warmth… it blazed so bright inside the kitsune, brighter and hotter than any earthly flame and somehow getting stronger! Arch realized that Alethia was actually blushing! The air had gotten so thick with scented steam. It swirled around the edges of their lips. They were both suddenly aware of their bare chests rising and falling with every breath. Archantael felt her arm moving in slow motion, as if through the sweetest syrup. She cupped the silver fur of the other woman's cheek. And then the two moved together.

Archantael tasted Alethia first. Her breath was sharp, invigorating, with a pleasant spice. It reminded her of cloves and the lingering tang of tannins and woodsmoke. Like everything else about her, Alethia's lips and tongue were warm. The kitsune did not probe recklessly at first, but with each little gasp or heave of their chests Alethia parted her lips just a bit: another coy invitation for Archantael. When they returned to each other for another kiss, then another, and another still, Arch yearned to slither her long pangolin tongue past Alethia's lips!

Gossamer fur whispered against the swerve of Archantael's hip. It was Alethia: her tails were, as always, busy. They looped around Archantael's waistband, as well as a strap on her panties. The hybrid's hands were still on Alethia's waist, but she could feel kitsune tails sliding against the grain of her fur on her wrists as they guided her to the black skirt. Arch tugged at the garment at the same time as Alethia. When all their clothes lay crumpled at their feet, the pair finally broke apart.

“So… did I take your breath away?" Alethia smiled that fey grin of hers again. They beheld each other in the flesh, their gazes half-lidded as they drank in such beautiful sights.

“Oh you did, Alethia," she whispered. For a second Archantael wasn't sure if she was breathing, but then a gentle, sultry chuckle escaped her. “I… Gods…"

The electric rush of Alethia's touch, her kiss, filled Archantael's entire body. She found her paws clutching softly at the Ninetales' fur, holding, pulling closer, and at the soft parting of her lips enticed her tongue to gently return within her companion's own tender maw, finding a playmate tongue to gently stroke along the folds of. An unintentional moan blossomed in her throat, drifting over her vocal chords to pass into Alethia's body.

The freeing of their lower vestments brought a new delight to her stature, a flex and gentle restlessness in the fresh heat that swept over their bodies now that fur and scale were open to the room's swelling, swirling, intimate steam.

She slid her paws over the Ninetales' form- one to the small of her back, to hold her as close as she could, and the other trailed up her fur on her chest, between her breasts, to rest just below her shoulder, stroking along her collarbone. And in that movement she pressed her muzzle forwards again, taking a bolder kiss for herself, pressing lips to lips and snout to snout. Once more their intimacy drew a moan from her, the kind of moan that began in the flexing of her feetpaws and bloomed upward so that she yearned to push herself as near as their stomachs would allow. A stray finger stroked at the rose tattoo on Alethia's belly, and Arch could feel the shiver then ran through the other fox when she stroked her navel just right.

Alethia clutched at the pangolinfox, pulling them somehow tighter together. Her knees were quaking, knocking against Arch's thick tail. “Keep going like that and I'm gonna fall over, honey. Besides, the water is ready…"

She gave Arch a swift kiss and swung one leg over the edge of the tub and onto the first step. Arch was captivated by Alethia's movements. Despite her size, her aches, there was a grace to them, a sort of practiced ease. The pangolinfox also couldn't help but notice the plump sheath standing defiantly from beneath the overhanging womb.

A strong but gentle hand was extended; Arch took it and accepted Alethia's assistance in entering the tub. The water was warm, silky, just on the verge of being too hot as it lapped at the hybrid's feetpaws. Alethia's hand was firmly in hers, the other on her scaled waist. Together, like two princesses descending from their carriage, the pair navigated the terraces of the tub till they sat side by side. The water lapped playfully at the bottoms of their breasts.

They sighed together. Alethia had leaned her head against Archantael's. One hand held Arch's while the other idly stroked her womb. The warmth basked over their sore bodies, and they could feel the burden of their motherhoods being eased. The oil was even more aromatic once they were in the water, it left both fur and scale alike with a slick, fortifying sheen that made the silver on Alethia's pelt nigh iridescent. The Ninetales couldn't resist placing a gentle smooch on the top of the pangolinfox's head scales that brought a flush back to her cheeks. “Feels nice, doesn't it? You're right at the size where I start to get achy…"

She smiled, cuddling up to Alethia with a little wiggle, feeling the water swamp beautifully through her tail fur, making it drift and float just a little under the water's surface.

“It feels amazing," she replied, nuzzling gently just underneath the Ninetales' snout. She kept hold of Alethia's hand, while her free hand stroked up and down her side, feeling the contours of her joy-laden body, with fur and steaming water providing the perfect temperature to sink into the deepest comfort against her. But even more than the temperature was the knowledge that it was someone like her- no, her- who was beside her, making this all feel so natural, kind, sweet, and sensual.

She leaned down slightly and kissed at her bath partner's collarbone, along it from her shoulder to her neck, gently nudging her nose.. She could feel Alethia's breath catch in her chest with every brush of her lips. The kitsune kept opening her muzzle as if to speak, but then Arch would make a game of peppering her with another kiss to steal the words right out from under her! Arch's eyes drifted up to Alethia's again, as her trailing hand stroked up and down at the crook of her back.

“You feel amazing," she echoed, with a growing smile.

Alethia had given up words, and instead mirrored Archantael's hands: the first hand running down the other's back, the second hand drawing tracks in the fur that covered their breasts that had grown heavy and sensitive in motherhood. Arch's smile reflected in Alethia's as they drank the exquisite sight of each other in. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled this wide, this much…

Alethia tilted her head and leaned in for another kiss, but their lips met for only a moment before the kitsune flinched. She pulled away, mewling softly, with a hand over her middle. Even with the warmth of the steam making her skin flush with color, her blush was visible, clearly embarrassed that her role as suave hostess was interrupted.

“Another kick, huh?" Archantael reassuringly clasped one of Alethia's hands.

“Ye -*mmphf!*- yeah," stammered Alethia. She gripped Arch's hand back and pulled her in for a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Sometimes the kiddos get lively when I'm this, uh, stimulated."

Arch blushed and returned the kiss, this time on the lips. “Can I feel the next one?"

Alethia beamed and took one of Archantael's hands in both of hers. She pulled it under the water, pressing it firmly, invitingly to the fur that was beginning to stretch thin over the surface of her growing womb. Alethia leaned in again. When their lips met, she gasped into Arch's muzzle, flinched, but did not break the kiss even as Archantael's wrist was shaken by the lively kick from deep within Alethia. Her hands were there to keep Arch's palm securely against the slope of her tummy. One thumb was reassuringly stroking the rich dark fur on the pangolinfox's wrist.

They broke apart, but Alethia leaned back in. Her voice was a whisper… husky… intimate. “I'm gonna knot my sheath if we keep going like this."

She drew closer, skating her nose along Alethia's cheek, to draw her snout right by the Ninetales' ear. Her whisper was low and sultry. “I think there are better things to knot, don't you?"

A pause, and then both women broke away in a storm of giggles. But Arch still had one hand on Alethia's belly. When their gazes met again, Alethia blinked coyly and glanced downward, just once. Arch's eyes drifted to the ripples on the water, where she could see something large and pink peeking beneath the surface. Her long tongue flicked out to lick her lips.

The pangolinfox began letting her hand slowly slide over her swollen womb, feeling the ripple of her fur under the pawpads on her fingers as she shifted. She stopped at her partner's navel, very gently circling her finger over it in long, diligent strokes and savoring how the ninetales squirmed and shuddered at the touch..

“ -*oomphf*- y-you act like a p-princess but you… you really go f-for the throat," shivered Alethia. A bristle of fur ran down each and every clever tail when she writhed! She gasped again as Arch pressed even firmer than before.

Arch was tempted to keep Alethia weak and squirming under her touch, but the thought of other prizes made her move on. She leant in and gave another soft kiss to Alethia's neck, and let her hand travel further, along and under the curve, to transition, finger by finger, to the inside of the grey vulpine's thigh. She stroked in gentle, tender circles, teasing just a little further upwards each time, while her hot, long breaths blossomed at her ear. Inviting… longing… pleading…

“Archantael… please…"

When Archantael's delicate fingers brushed against her canid cocktip she shuddered so fiercely water sloshed over the lip of the tub. Her mewl actually rang against the tile so loud it was sharp in the hybrid's ears! She slid lower and probed into the velvet sheath hidden behind the murky depths and the slope of kitsune belly. She squeezed gently, savoring how plump it was. Two of her claws tugged at the silver fur and lazily squished it down to free the already forming knot from its home. Arch gave Alethia's girlhood a firm squeeze, but was distracted from anything more when something darting through the pearly water caught her eye!

Alethia's tails broke the surface and darted out faster than striking serpents! They looped and coiled tighter than ever. Arch could feel that sultry fur gliding over the plush of her thighs and the curves of her womb to leave her utterly ensnared! Alethia's tails tugged! Their bodies made great waves when they collided. Arch could feel her thigh scales digging into the plumpness of Alethia's sides. Their muzzles met again with a ravenous enthusiasm! Arch's breath was stolen from her in shaking, high moans and whines as that tongue drove into her, and hers extended to play over Alethia's.

Their hands grabbed haphazardly at each other's breasts again, forgetting to be gentle this time! And beneath the water that now roiled with waves was a single tailtip that still scintillated with foxfire! It brushed a mere tantalizing millimeter away from the Archantael's blossoming labia. She could even feel the sparks, shining defiantly beneath the water, and how they danced across her flesh like a flurry of tender kisses!

More noises still come, more pleading and desperate shudders of anticipation! That tailtip teased and flicked over her thigh just, just barely within reach of the core of her desirous need. She caressed Alethia's breasts, roved her hands over her wonderful, curvaceous body, taking her fingers stroking, dancing over that navel of hers. To be with her, so full, so rich of soul and body! To feel so alive in herself! This alone was an electricity like no other. But Archantael's hunger was insatiable! She gripped her companion tightly, tilting her head into the kiss, begging with every fiber of her body to have her touch and play. She craved her, to be brought to a zenith of ecstasy that she hasn't experienced before by her touch alone!

Play me, make me a symphony of pleasure, Alethia, and I'll make you sing so, so wonderfully…

Alethia's tail nipped lower. It was warmer than the water and still alight with her otherworldly blue sparks! When it brushed against Arch's blossom the hybrid could feel every silky, ethereal follicle of fur kiss against her velvet lips. The very tip slithered up to find her clit and then just as fast slipped away so that another tail could take its place, only to be joined by a third a second later!

And still they kissed. As tail and scale and tender fingers found new places to pleasure their counterpart, the women's lips were locked together. Their pleasures rose but the gasps and moans became less frequent, only escaping from their muzzles when they broke apart with chests heaving for air only to rush back to meet again! The water roiled as they thrashed, so the pristine tiles became slick with water and the iridescent sheen of spilled aromatic oils!

The pangolinfox felt the flicking, lashing pleasure wash over her in soft jolts. She ground her hips as shafts of sunlight illuminated her from skin to core. High, heady moans rang in her maw as she clung to Alethia. She kept her finger circling her navel. She was desperate to hear her call out more in pleasure just one more time, to have her sound the way Arch felt, to have her sing the highest praise of ecstasy with her broken moans.

The soft, constant whipping of those tails drove her wild, rabid almost with rising pleasure. Her own tail curled possessively, eagerly, wanting to press as much of her body against Alethia's as she could.

Gods, she wanted so much. She wanted everything, anything she could take and share and give, with her. She parted from the kiss just to breathe, but what came out wasn't breath but a faltering moan, while her eyes dripped with the gleam of hedonistic admiration.

“Al-Alethia… please can you… can you top me, baby?"

Alethia tilted her head and cupped Archantael's cheek. Together their bosoms heaved with ragged breath. Their smiles shone brighter than even the kitsune's foxfire. She leaned in and began to smooch at the copious fluff that lay ruffled and matted and silky soft at Archantael's neck. A tail tickled at their wombs that bumped together under the water. “You're ambitious, aren't you?" purred Alethia. Arch just mewled insistently.

Wordlessly, Alethia placed a hand on the small of Archantael's back, pushing sweetly, firmly… Tails slithered under her shoulders, around her legs, no longer just teasing but supporting, holding. Arch found herself braced against a corner of the bathtub. For the first time in months she felt weightless in the tender dual embrace of the water and another woman.

Alethia rose so that the lingering bath oils ran in shining rivulets down the slopes of her body. Arch was already nearly a foot shorter than Alethia, but now she towered over the hybrid lying supine and suspended in the water. A shadow cast over her as Alethia leaned in. “Are you comfortable, sweet?"

Arch mewled softly and nodded. “More than you know."

“Hold on tight, hon! This ride is gonna be a lil… bumpy."

The kitsune surged through the waist-high water to be embraced by the soft fur on the inside of Arch's legs. Her hands were on Archantael's waist as they pushed themselves together. Arch could feel Alethia tugging with her tails, lifting with surprising strength, gently coaxing their bodies closer and closer till they were pressed together from belly to hip. Alethia's girlhood was pressed flatly against Archantael's lips. It had such a weight to it… she felt it twitch, throb, burn with a need matched only by her own.

“Are you comfortable? Are you ready for me?" Alethia's whisper was husky, tender, her glowing gaze half-lidded and enveloped by the swirling steam.

Alethia was met with a moaning whine in reply, a desperate ache for her to push inside the pangolinfox. Archantael could feel the heat, the throb, the beautiful need at her partner's crotch to be enveloped by her own hot, desperate walls. She flexed, beautifully helpless in the grasp of those incredible tails that kept her weightless even in her laden form.

She gazed back into Alethia's eyes with a deep, shining longing, mouth half-open with pleasured anticipation. She hadn't realized how firm her nipples had gotten till a tailtip tickled against her breasts. Her clit was already pulsing with how hard her blood was pumping. Her feetpaws flexed and splayed as she was held over the Ninetales' girlhood that was so, so close to giving her the exhilaration and sensation she craved.

“Yes," she pleaded insistently. “Yes, yes, yes yes yes please, please love!"

Alethia pushed into her. It was a gentle, awkward thing: she needed to readjust her grip on the hybrid, and there was much bumping of bumps. They gasped and mewled together when she slid into Archantael's satiny depths. They could feel their own heartbeats pulsing through their own bodies and meeting in their loins. Their yearning called out to each other. “Archantael, darling… you're so soft…"

She thrust forward, so that the water glugged over the crook of Arch's pelvis. Their wombs slid over each other first gently, then insistent. She pushed forward again, desperate to be closer to the woman in her embrace. She breathed in slow and deep, and thrust again. There was a scent upon the air, velvety warm and sweetly musky, that mingled with the aroma of the bath oils but was not fully capable of hiding behind it any longer. Again she pushed, their bodies pressed ever more firmly together. They could feel her firm knot meeting a needy clit.

High, heady breaths bloomed from the pangolinfox at every push, feeling Alethia ride into her in gentle, but deeply sensual driving pushes. The swell of her knot against her clit was a button press that flooded her body with ever more electric pleasure, added more voice to her cries, and drove her brow into a deeper furrow. Her eyes began to flicker, and her mouth opened in a constant, rolling expression of deepest desire.

“Ohhh… ohhh Ale-Alethia… _ mmm _ please, please please yes~" she moaned. Their rhythm, though not unsteady, was driving her to want all of it all at once, to feel the absolute most that she could ever feel with every push. It felt almost like it would be too much, but something she wanted to last forever.

She held Alethia tightly, pushing her head forwards to press cheek to cheek, letting her blissful cries ring into the Ninetales' fur and neck. “Ohhh you could… you could breed me… all over again baby…"

Alethia's gasps became more ragged. The pair were overtaken by a yearning that was hotter than the bath water, hotter than the foxfire, hotter than the sun that seemed to be glowing from inside Archantael! Her tails kept the pangolinfox comfortably weightless, and her arms aided in her thrusts, pulling the two vixens into a tight embrace so that the grain of their soaked pelts intertwined before they pulled away. The interlocking follicles of fluff made every backstroke almost mournful, like the departing of two lovers unsure when they'd see each other again. Alethia's hips were left poised for an endless moment that made Archantael thrill with magnetic anticipation before colliding again with evermore force!

“Arch darling… I want…please!" They could feel her knot, larger, more insistent, throbbing against her velvety soft lips. There wasn't a moment to lose. The earthy musk of sex had grown heavy in the air. Its potency deluged Archantael's nose, cut through the sweetness of the bath, set all her primal senses alight! Archantael's nostrils flared with each in-breath, eager to take Alethia into herself as much as possible, in every way possible.

She couldn't hold firmly enough, couldn't squeeze tenderly enough over her as that length kept soaring in and out of her, setting her walls alight with the fire of ecstacy. Her voice peaked, reaching new high notes with every thrust. Her senses were swamping, her eyes fluttering closed, as all she could picture in her mind's eye was the beautiful, electrifying sensation of her partner in and before her.

“Aaaaah! Alethia!" Cries of her name were another bliss in themselves, bringing her higher and closer to that incredible, approaching crescendo. “I'm cl… I'm going to… Ale… th…ia~!"

As a heavy thrust spread her labia wide, Arch's contractive spasms began to take over and pulled her further in till that beautiful, succulent knot popped inside her. The pangolinfox's cried were uplifted to new, incredible heights of pleasure! Her contractions had nowhere to go but onto that engorged knot that filled her up! Pleasure ricocheted around her body like a bullet of love, making her giddy, light, feeling like she spread out into the infinite with such tender, unsurpassable sensation. Her voice was a high, shaking, long howl of euphoria and her entire body shook against Alethia's.

Alethia's moans were as soft and breathy as Archantael's were raucous. The resonant alto of her pleasure entwined with Arch's piercing soprano. Their voices embraced and uplifted the other. Alethia pulled Archantael into her till the other woman was constricted by her arms, her legs, her tails, her loins. The kiss of Archantael's insides pulled at her knot, beckoning her, begging her.

Archantael saw Alethia's climax in the arch of her back before she felt it. She felt that knot surge inside her before pushing into her silky depths with a raw, tectonic force! Alethia's breath caught in her bosom as another surge of climax overtook them! Alethia's hands curled into claws and her painted nails scored hairline scratches in the scales on the hybrid's waist!

Arch curled forward, yearning for any new way she could entwine herself with Alethia. But there was a force that was pushing them apart! Her cyan eyes widened as she saw the dome of her belly rise slowly higher. Her chamber could do nothing but pulse in endless, body-wracking rhythm, as she felt the warmth suffuse her entire body, push up, out against every part of her, even… even… Alethia's thumb shakily circled Arch's womb tattoo, watching the once thick belly fluff tinge pink under the growing surface area. She licked her lips and together they waited… waited for the tantalizing pop of the pangolinfox's naval, that sure sweet sign Arch was filled to the brim.

“_ AHHH~! ALETHIA~! _" She was adrift, incredibly, wonderfully helpless to do anything except feel her body swell as it took on more and more of the Ninetales who enveloped her inside and out. Her brow was knitted deeply, her tail coiled in unbearable ecstasy. She let out another heavenly cry.

With a deep tensing, arching of her back, and a high, wavering whine, Arch's stomach pumped out and her navel inverted with a _ -*pop*- _ that she felt more than heard, a tingle that spread to the furthest reaches of her, from her ear tips to the end of her tail. She groaned, high and light, and ground her hips over the Ninetales to squeeze into her afterglow.

“You're- -*huff*- you're looking- -*umphf*- a little past due, darling," whispered Alethia, her voice strained and husky.

Arch shook with a weak chuckle. She couldn't muster much else. She never felt so resplendent! She'd never felt so full. She was heavy and yet so light in the warmth of Alethia's tails that she was afraid she'd drift away and vanish like an errant soap bubble.

Their breaths, ragged, tender, sweet, rose and fell in the suddenly silent bath. The two vixen leaned closer to each other, but their tie and their wombs made another kiss on the lips the realm of sweet fantasy. Alethia settled on bringing one of Arch's hands to her muzzle. Their fingers intertwined slowly, clumsily, before she placed her lips gently upon her wrist. “Archantael…" she murmured sweetly.

“Alethia…"

“Archantael…"

_ -*Thump!*- _

Alethia flinched from a kick pushed against Arch's swollen, sensitive belly. The impact sent a faint ripple through the beautiful dome of cream-colored fur that was stretched before her. Alethia squeezed Arch's hand in hers. “Guess I got a little too excited there. N-now th -*oomf*- looks like the kiddos are awake."

_ -*Thump!*- _

Alethia mewled and lurched as she felt that next kick. But Archantael was beaming… that last kick hadn't come from the Ninetales. She felt that beautiful popped naval push against that silver plush. Alethia looked down to Archantael, and their faces mirrored each other as they shared this moment. “Guess I woke up yours too. Was that… your first kick?" Arch was unable to even try to comprehend the nebula of emotions that spiraled within her core. She could only nod. They grasped hands in the water. A tail idly stroked the scales on Arch's neck.

The pangolinfox let her head roll slightly to the side as she gazed down at their two swollen abdomens, with her twins now finally energized to let them know they were still there within her, while against her, and rather beautifully also inside her, was the incredible form of Alethia.

“I, er…" she started, her voice a soft whisper. She curled her flexible back forward. Alethia's lips were still out of reach, so she settled by brushing her lips against the kitsune's silver breasts before laying back in the bath. “I like this very much."

The Ninetales beamed back at her, with fangs showing from that gorgeous smile. “I'm so very glad you do."

Archantael gave a rather mischievous lick of her teeth. “It'll make next time feel even better."