Parturition
Cassandra took a seat.
It was hard, sitting down nowadays. Her enormous belly prevented her from sitting forwards at tables, so she had to turn sideways. The mall was crowded, as usual, and she was lucky to find a table to herself at all.
Cassandra took a big bite out of a little something she had gotten from the Chinese outlet. She didn't usually eat that sort of thing, but lately she had been having the most unusual cravings for the most bizarre foods. Being pregnant was a lot harder than people made it look to be, though the coyote admitted to herself it was easier in others.
"May I sit here?" The high, girlish voice caught Cassandra off-guard, and she spun around faster than she thought her belly would let her. There was another coyote bitch behind her, holding a tray. "May I sit here, please?" the coyote bitch asked again after a few seconds, and Cassandra caught herself and nodded.
"Thanks. It's hard to find a seat in the mall, especially near Christmas when the whole mall is crowded." The bitch sat down opposite her, taking a bite of a garlic roll and then looking up at Cassandra. "Saw a fellow lady coyote, and thought, you know..."
Cassandra eyed the garlic roll, her mouth watering. Throwing manners to the wind, she pointed to the other coyote's roll and asked, "Could I have a bit of that? Just a bit. I could pay you for it."
"Cravings got to yah, huh? I've been there." The other coyote eyed Cassandra's belly, nodding. She handed over half the garlic roll. "I can't take your money or chastise your rudeness; though I didn't go through cravings as strong as that when I was pregnant."
These two statements surprised Cassandra. She had not thought this creature was even legal age for consent. Cassandra herself was in her thirties. The other bitch smiled oddly. "Though your manners have apparently been misplaced, I retain mine. Call me Scarlet." She extended her paw.
"Cassandra, but you can call me Cassie." Cassandra had finally found her voice, though she spoke through mouthfuls of rice and garlic bread. Scarlet smiled as she watched Cassandra eat, as though she was somewhat amused.
The two sat together silently for a few minutes, enjoying the hum of people nearby talking. Scarlet began to make witty observations about passing people and Cassandra actually nearly choked to death several times. Scarlet got out of her seat more than once to perform the Heimlich.
"I actually don't know why you're here, come to think of it, Cassie. Just an unusual desire for Chinese?" Scarlet arched an eyebrow at Cassandra, who nodded. "I'm here for reasons of my own, really. I don't know if I can tell you... Can I trust you?"
Cassandra nodded immediately, eager to hear what Scarlet's reasons were if they were private. Scarlet continued. "I'm looking for a man, you know? Someone to help me with a little problem down there." She pointed downward and Cassandra nodded understandably.
"I'm sure you'll find someone. You're pretty enough. Now me, I'm surprised I even got a husband with my appearance. Say... You say you've been pregnant before. Don't you have a husband?"
"Yeah... We've been fighting recently, and I really, really need the sex. Not about to come crawling back to him to beg him for it though. I'd be right where he wanted me, under his thumb."
Cassandra glared but said nothing. Time passed, and Cassandra finished her meal, but for some reason the coyote didn't want to leave Scarlet. Her generosity, and perhaps even a little lust, got the better of her, and she offered to rent a room at a motel for herself and Scarlet where they could talk over adultery and the likes.
Cassandra took out the key and fumbled with it. She unlocked the motel room she had just rented for the night, looking about. There was a fridge, a shoe closet, a TV... Everything you'd expect to find. Scarlet stepped inside as well, looking about.
The pair of coyotes took a seat on the bed. Cassandra must have spoken for hours on adultery to her fellow bitch, the wrongs of it and why she should go to her husband and beg for forgiveness or divorce him. Scarlet nodded, but skillfully turned the conversation around to Cassandra's family, which she spoke about for the longest time as well. Scarlet spoke about her own past, and the two girls discussed what they had in common with a laugh.
There must have been something in the air that night, as Cassandra felt herself growing oddly attracted to this bitch. She had made love to many women and men alike in the past, before she had secured a relationship with a childhood friend of hers, male. Cassandra had forgotten how much she liked other women, and why. Scarlet seemed to be enjoying Cassandra's company as much as she liked hers, and she began to wonder if they could get away with hitting it off.
"That's really strange!" Scarlet laughed. "They really have squatting toilets in Japan?"
"Used one myself, while I was at some stadium thing. Only toilet they had. I don't think they use them in houses so much anymore."
"Gawd, I'd die before I had to use a squatting toilet. Does it flush?"
"Of course. I'd hate to think of what would happen to a, ah...number two, if that were in it. Don't see how that'd flush, but I figure there'd be some way."
"Japanese weirdoes..."
"Scarlet... I've adored your company these last few hours. I feel I owe you something."
"Aww, Cassie. I don't need anything from you."
"Hey... You wanted sex, didn't you?"
"Yeah, from a male. What, you have one on supply?"
"I can do it. I know a woman's body better than a male ever could."
Scarlet looked surprised and slightly disgusted by the idea. "This is from the bitch that spent an hour chastising me for mentioning sleeping away from my husband. Besides, I want a MALE."
"It's not cheating; we're both girls. I promise you'll forget about the difference once I start, however. Just let me try, babe."
"I'm not sure I agree with your logic. Still, I AM desperate... Very well." Scarlet lay down on the bed, her tail wagging between her spread legs. "If you insist... But if I don't like it, you stop. Got it?"
Cassandra got onto the bed, crawling on top of Scarlet. The former coyote's belly was hanging so low it was actually rubbing the latter coyotes own stomach. "How far are you into pregnancy, anyhow?"
"Any day, now." Scarlet looked surprised, but didn't respond. Cassandra leaned over and planted a kiss on the other bitch's muzzle, her lips barely touching the nose. Scarlet somewhat reluctantly returned the kiss, and the two began to freely lap at each other's cheeks. When both had had enough of it their lips met, and Cassandra let her tongue slide into Scarlet's mouth.
Cassandra's pups were a liability as long as she was on paws and knees above Scarlet, so she rolled off onto her side. Scarlet gripped her waistband, sliding down her pants and showing off her panties to Cassandra, who grinned. "Red, and lacy. Cute."
Scarlet pulled her panties down too and slowly slid her paws up her legs and around her hips. Her baby-fat belly hung down out of her shirt, though her bare crotch was easily visible. Cassandra sat up with some difficulty, and motioned for Scarlet to get off the bed and onto the floor. From there, Cassandra massaged and matted the coyote's legs, letting her tongue caress the fur as much as her paws did.
Scarlet spread them and Cassandra moved in for the kill. She slid her muzzle between Scarlet's legs, rubbing the top of the snout against her sex. Her tongue snaked out, flicking across Scarlet's clitoris quickly and easily, the tip of the organ only barely brushing each time. The coyote bitch pressed her tongue right up against Scarlet's wet crotch, licking all of it at once. Her lapping was much faster, now, and she made much more contact each time.
Scarlet groaned, very low compared to her shrill voice. She gripped the bedpost with one paw, and Cassandra's hair with the other. She lifted one leg and rested the calf on Cassandra's shoulder, pushing her lower body forward. "Oh, Gods above..." Her maw opened slightly, her tongue hanging out.
Cassandra gave Scarlet's vagina a few kisses, and raised her paw to slide a finger against it. She traced small circles around Scarlet's tailhole with her pinky, and parted the bitch's outer lips to actually slide her tongue in. As her long tongue rubbed Scarlet's most inner walls, she poked her little finger upwards to indent Scarlet's tailhole into her body and open it slightly. Scarlet whined softly, not about to stop Cassandra. Both the coyotes' tails wagged furiously behind them.
And just like that, Scarlet hit orgasm. It was earlier than she would have liked it, but she could hardly complain. The coyote bitch lowered her leg after Cassandra withdrew her tongue. "Lord, Cassie. You were right."
Cassandra grinned, wiping her maw with her sleeve. "Told you, didn't I?"
Scarlet returned the grin and turned, finding the bathroom in the small motel room. She wiped off her thighs, yelling back, "I guess I owe you one."
Cassandra fell down backwards, lying on the bed. She must have fallen asleep, because a lot happened while she was out.
When Cassandra woke again, she idly realized she wasn't lying next to her husband. Maybe he's downstairs, getting a drink, she thought, idly. She opened her eyes, looking straight at a cheap clock that definitely wasn't hers. Oh yeah, the motel. Her husband was probably worrying.
Cassandra stood up, licking her lips. Scarlet's voice rang out, catching her off-guard for the second time in the two times the two had met. "I see you're up. I've got a hot chocolate ready for you. Still too hot to drink, I should think."
Cassandra stood, wobbly on her feet. She walked over to Scarlet, who was sitting at a small, circular dining table in the room. Cassandra sat down beside her. Her fat stomach preventing her from sitting straight, she had to turn her chair ninety degrees.
Scarlet smiled slightly, pointing to a cup of hot chocolate. "There was a mix in the pantry, and I had plenty of time to heat up some water," She said, by way of explanation.
The two coyotes began to talk again, and they continued to chat for a good half-hour. Cassandra picked up her mug, sipping slowly.
"It's too bad I didn't ever get to see you naked. Wouldn't have minded." Cassandra suddenly reached out, her claw gripping one of Scarlet's teats through her shirt and bra. Scarlet recoiled much more than Cassandra expected, and she spilled her hot chocolate all over her lap. It was too late, though. Cassandra pinched hard, and a small amount of warm milk stained Scarlet's shirt.
There was a bit of confusion after that, but after they had cleaned up the mess, Cassandra inquired, "Was that milk? I knew you had been pregnant but I didn't know it was so recent you were still lactating."
Scarlet sighed, her expression hangdog. "I was pregnant but I never gave birth. Not to life, anyway. I had a disease, a terrible fever went along with it. When the disease had passed, I sensed something was wrong. I went to the doctor to find I had had a massive miscarriage and each of my pups had died in the womb..."
Cassandra bit her lip hard, holding back tears. "God, Scarlet. That's horrible. I'm so sorry... I must be like a painful reminder of your terrible experience. And this was just recently? A few weeks ago? Horrible! I wish you had found a man at the mall, or anyone but me..."
Scarlet merely smiled, albeit sadly. "Fool... I singled you out from everyone."
Cassandra frowned. "What? That's an odd thing to say..." She took another sip of her hot chocolate, finishing it off. Something caught her eye. Two pills, half-dissolved, at the bottom of her mug. "The hell? Scarlet, what is...? Oh my God! Scarlet!" She tried to stand but her legs folded under her. She felt herself growing dizzy, then tired. "Why..." She whined out, her conscious drifting away. "I have so much to live for..."
Scarlet felt like crying, but she had a ways to go. She hoisted Cassandra's body onto the bed, laying her spread-eagle on the blankets. Scarlet kissed the pregnant coyote bitch's cheek, one last time. "Sorry..."
Scarlet's purse, which had been lying forgotten on a couch since they had checked in, was quickly relocated to the bedroom. Scarlet opened the small purse, pulling from it a scalpel. She removed Cassandra's shirt, pants, and panties. With a precision borne of madness she cut into Cassandra's stomach, slicing upward. She cut two more lines, perpendicular to the first, to make a bloody letter "I" on Cassandra's chest. She peeled back Cassandra's flesh, exposing her gut to light and air for the first time.
Scarlet quickly sorted out the organs. She cut away the bladder and intestines, pulling the organs out with some difficulty. There it was, a large swollen womb. Scarlet felt her breath speeding up. She cut the walls of the womb, the scalpel slicing like a hot knife through butter.
There were six small sacs in Cassandra's womb, each one containing a pup. Scarlet delicately cut each one open, pulling from her bag a small syringe. She pulled the plunger out, filling it with air, and slid it into each pup's mouth as she cut them free. Before long all six were whining and crying.
Scarlet cleaned the pups off as best she could with the towels from the bathroom and her tongue. She took them all and fell flat on her side, letting the mewling pups attach themselves to her nipples. She breastfed them for what seemed like hours, enjoying the motherly feeling she was getting.
Scarlet made a quick call, and soon had a car waiting outside. She put all the pups in a basket her own husband had fetched, designating them with names as she left the room. The car backed out of the space, and Scarlet left with her husband. Cassandra's lifeless body was found by a worker a day later. There was an investigation, but the murderer was never apprehended.