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The Cry of Sodom

Book II, Scroll VIII

Reunited with her daughters, Edith was treated as if one of the purest, wisest bloodlines. Though they had no term for royalty, the canines had only the very best of the best. While more permanent accommodations were arranged, they were made comfortable in spacious inn lodgings in an abode close to the centre of the city - a prime location for the hustling individual looking to keep up with the pace of the city.

Edith exhaled, relaxing back on a recliner, hind paws raised to allow soreness to seep from them. She had spent too much time walking in the past months in her search for her daughters, her journey to Sodom and further back. Life outside Sodom seemed like a far cry from any life she had led before, so restricted, chest clasped in a tight hold that could not have been broken. It was good to finally be able to relax in the knowledge that her little family was as safe and well as they could be.

It would have been better if her daughters' bellies were not swollen with pups, however. The thought of them bearing young from their father's seed drew a bitter taste of bile into her mouth.

She understood, of course, after something of an explanation, that Pheine and Thamma had instigated the deviancy. It was almost to be expected after their upbringing and sudden insertion into the life of Sodom. Edith's lips twitched in sympathy. Poor lambs. They had seen too much too swiftly of the world, dragged to Sodom, to live without acting upon baser urges. They were her blood, after all. They could not be blamed and, much to her distaste, neither could Lot. If only the pups were sired by another fur, everything could have been perfect.

Meals were served exactly as one desired in their inn and the three sat down around a low table to eat as a group, tasting local dishes with murmurs of approval. The round table was set about with brightly coloured cushions to perch upon and all three sat cross-legged, comfortable even with Pheine and Thamma's larger bellies. Servants supplied clean water to drink and Edith did not deny her daughters the wine they sought, sipping from skins and clay pots as their cheeks warmed. She was pleased to see that they drank of it with care and good sense, however, satisfied that she had brought her daughters up to learn when to indulge and when to restrain. Perhaps now they had learned.

Sated from the meal, the family rested in comfortable silence, allowing their food to digest while they picked at sweet treats and fine, rare fruits the kitchen servants brought forth for dessert, presenting them with paws raised and heads bowed. They had never had such time to spend relaxing prior to their time in Sodom: Lot had always disturbed them in one way or another even if they were never expected to complete any true 'work' as such. Work was for the servants when it came to that side. Edith smiled, content to find her family in such a good position.

Edith started as a hand-claw dropped lightly to her shoulder, drawing her attention from the flickering lamp, the flame burned almost down to the wick.

"Would you like to adjourn to the baths now, my ladies?" The innkeeper, a Demoiselle crane with a solemn, black head, gestured away from the table, beckoning them to follow. "You may find it pleasant to bathe with a full stomach and take your leave to the bed chambers as you please."

"Thank you. I believe that is a fine notion indeed for the evening."

Pheine smiled up at the crane, eyes travelling down the line where black and white feathers joined. Red feathers surrounded his eyes in a thin line, drawn to the back of his head where a tiny trail of feathers drooped down from his head. He appeared distinguished. There were few birds in Sodom; usually they preferred living in their own flocks and, in the case of migratory species, travelling from town to city, never remaining in one location for too long.

They did not need to disrobe when they reached the inn's baths, having remained naked throughout their meal. It was more comfortable, Edith found, when in personal company. She would no longer venture outside without some cloth covering her body, but that was more as protection from the day's sun and night's cold than anything else. She was far from ashamed of her body and those bodies belonging to her beautiful, glowing daughters.

The baths were suited to the size of the inn and entirely private: only guests of the inn itself were permitted into the establishment, setting it apart from the public. This was not for bodily privacy, however, but rather to provide its users a more luxurious experience. Slaves and servants dotted the main pool of comfortable bathing temperature and the smaller 'plunge' pools, which were intended to shock the body into a greater sense of refreshment. Edith's tail wagged. It was good to have the luxury of looking after one's health as the healers insisted they do. It was not something one could do on the road and she was tired of moving, walking, from place to place. She would quite happily stay in Sodom for as long as her daughters desired.

Thamma relaxed into the warm pool of water, shoulders resting against the natural stone rim. One would not slip on the stone floor, which was roughed up slightly for grip, and, considering the pups in her belly, she was thankful for this. More than once since falling pregnant, the Canaan dog had found herself off-balance, her centre of gravity altered with her growth, and at risk of taking a nasty tumble. Pheine had experienced the same problem but, perhaps due to the difference between their bodily shapes, had had less difficulty with this part of pregnancy. Raising her arms for the attending bathing slave, identified by the circlet of metal around her neck, Thamma luxuriated in being washed, pups squirming in her belly. She felt blessed that she would soon have them in her arms, canines possessing a shorter gestation period than most species. It would never been soon enough for her though.

She wondered if she would have more pups later, or if she would hold only her first litter. It was something that she needed to consider but a thought that Pheine had dismissed with a flick of her paw.

There are servants to care for pups, Pheine had said, returning to her meal that previous night. We are there to raise them to be good individuals, to teach them about the world. It is the base needs that you and I do not need to consider that will go to the servants. You will want another litter, I trust you will.

Fact was that Thamma understood at long last that breeding or not was entirely her choice. It was not for Pheine to decide. The decision could be postponed, however, and was not something immediate that required a decision either way. Only she would need to think about ways in which to explore herself further without immediately falling pregnant before she had made the choice. The canine shook her head, the tiniest frown catching at the corners of her lips. She needed to look after her unborn pups first of all, suckle them at her breasts. Dreaming of happier future days, Thamma dozed as slaves attended to every nuance of her body with silken cloths and sponges.

When they were contently bathed and smelling of fresh oils, the furs roused themselves, aided from the water by the servants and slaves as each drew them up with strong muscles. Settled on two hind paws upon the rough, sandy stone, Edith resisted the urge to shake out her fur and looked surreptitiously to her daughters, checking that both were safe and well. It was difficult to trust in their wellbeing when they had only so recently been snatched away from her without rhyme or reason. And now she had their pups to take into consideration also, complicating the matter of safety further.

The servants would have approached with drying cloths at that point but were stalled by the innkeeper holding up one clawed hand, beak parted. Politely, they waited on him, Edith's eyebrows raised expectantly. How long would he keeping them cooling and waiting?

"My ladies," the innkeeper smiled genially, taking an appreciative look over Edith's body, the older canine closest in age to him. "I have a special event for you to partake in, if this is something you would enjoy at this time."

He cast his eyes over Pheine and Thamma's bellies, clearing noting that his hesitation was because of their pregnancy and not due to their comfort. From a doorway set into the rear of the bathing chamber appeared several mammalian creatures, none of whom wore slave collars - so servants. Pheine counted them, her eyes wide. In total there stood two horses, an ibex, another Canaan dog, some manner of rodent and a leopard. All were native species, frequently found within Sodom, but the group held themselves with such poise and attention that Pheine could never have simply walked by them on the street. One would have been tempted to stop and stare at their grace and delicate strength. All, of course, were male.

The crane tilted his head, watching their reactions with a keen eye.

"It is an initiation of sorts," he chuckled lightly, raising his arm to beckon an ibex closer, wing extended. "Take your fill of my servants of pleasure. They have been informed of your situation and you may do as suits you best with them. They could dry you, to begin with, massage - which may be pleasant for our two, lovely blossoms - and do more if you feel up to his."

He winked.

"I hear they are highly skilled in delivering female pleasure."

Looking the males up and down with a critical eye, Edith took the lead, stalking forward at a quick clip. Taking the Canaan dog as her example, she ran her paws down his bare chest, feeling the soft, cream-coloured fur. It slipped beneath her fingers like the finest silk and Edith sighed. If only she had married a Canaan dog like this one, though she could say nothing of his nature without knowing him personally. In physique, however, he was a far cry from her husband and even her teasing touch had roused him to a state, length sliding from his sheath as he shuffled and gave her a smile that could not be too sheepish.

Leaning in to give the canine a quick kiss on the nose - she had to stand on her toes to reach him - Edith giggled like a much younger canine, spinning about to face her daughters, who appeared surprised at her forwardness in the moment. She forgot that they had not seen her fresh ideas and take on life, bar the nudity. For a moment, she wondered if it was sensible to be so forward in front of her daughters, old thoughts seeping in through the cracks, but she brushed the notion aside. Pheine and Thamma were grown and with pup. It was better that she show them more of the joys of sexuality than restricted them, opening her daughters up to abuse.

Edith licked her lips, eyes straying back to the servants, shifting their weight and looking to one another as if they were just as eager as she to begin.

"We should not miss an opportunity to become better acquainted with the customs of Sodom," Edith nodded, lips tugging up at the corners. "It would be rude not to."

"Of course," the crane chuckled.

Turning on his heel, the crane left them to their selections, shaking his head at the jest of those females, how swiftly they had found themselves entwined in the arms of Sodom.

They belonged to the city as much as any natural citizen of Sodom.