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Gennifer had one pet peeve above all else, and that was people imposing on her. Nothing was more tiresome to her than people acting like their opinions about her mattered more than her own. For years and years, she had to put up with it, even on the most simple things - even her name, which quite a few people said she should spell with a J (as if she had made the decision on the spelling) or that it was weird to shorten it to Gennah rather than something more traditional. And that was just the appetizer...it seemed like she spent half her life fending off everything from dictates about her personality (“you don’t smile enough,” “you should be more feminine”) to her ambitions (“machinery is for boys, not girls,” “you can’t make a career out of grunge work”) to her lifestyle (“female trainers shouldn’t raise male Pokémon,” “when are you going to find a boyfriend already?”). Her standard response was always the same - if she wanted advice, she’d ask for it, and if she didn’t, mind your own business. Yet, it never truly stopped.

And some people really should have known better...like the tech at her doctor’s office who was now trying to fight her procedure, without any authority or business in doing so. Just another frustrating day in Gennifer’s life, it appeared.

“You need to rethink this. You’re going to want to have a family at some point, and these drugs can interfere with your fertility.” The tech, and of course it was a man who was probably twice her age, had tried to talk her out of things almost as soon as he’d walked in. “You can’t change your mind after you do this, you can only wait for it to wear off and then it might still not be gone from you entirely, and you could find it harder to conceive.”

“Did I not already tell you I didn’t want to hear it?” Gennah replied rather sharply. “I already said I don’t want kids, and I’m not GOING to want kids for at least the next few years, if I ever do. The birth control shot is the best option for me, the doctor already signed off on it, all you need to do is do your job and give it to me.”

Normally a sharp tone was enough to get others to back off, but not this time, as the tech doubled down. “You’re being unreasonable! You could meet your husband tomorrow, and want kids with him the next day! Women naturally want to make babies with their men, it’s not something you just decide you don’t want! And men have a right to expect their women to be properly fertile when that time comes!”

“What in the sweet fancy fuck are you talking about?”

“You need to have more consideration of your future husband! Denying your natural fertility is wrong, it’s immoral! Listen to me, birth control is a crime against nature, and no one should ever use it! Sex was meant to make babies! You’re denying the man his right to pass on his heritage-”

Gennah had already had well more than enough, but this was going to a place way crazier than she could have predicted. “You need to step off and shut up! I don’t know what your whole deal is but I don’t give a shit what you think, and it doesn’t matter one bit! You don’t get to decide what I do with my body, and like HELL I’m gonna let you impose on me like that! Now, you’re either gonna give me the injection like you’re supposed to or I’m gonna head out there and tell them you’re refusing to provide me the service I asked for!”

The tech glowered at her, clearly steaming. “FINE. You’ll get your shot.” He muttered something else under his breath which Gennah didn’t catch, probably something insulting, but she didn’t care, she wanted this done and over with. He wasn’t exactly gentle as he administered the injection, but he was careful enough not to do damage to her, probably knowing he was on thin ice. She departed without another word to him when all was said and done, and thankfully he didn’t say anything more either - she would’ve gone off like a rocket if he had.

Only after it was done and she was walking out did she think that she should have reported him anyway. What business did he have yapping about her decisions? He wasn’t a doctor, and didn’t know a thing about her other than what was on the chart! How many other women had he badgered and berated like that? And what the hell was he on about with that anti-birth control business? She’d heard of a few people out there against it for one reason or another, all of them nutters, but this was the weirdest. Maybe she’d give the clinic a call tomorrow and let them know what was going on...if they didn’t already know, in which case she would have to think about changing clinics, because hell if she’d trust them if they endorsed that kind of behavior. Right now, though, she just wanted to get back home and settle down. She needed someplace quiet and calm, where no one was going to judge her and no one was going to impose on her.

———

Had she known what happened, she might not have been so quick to leave.

As it turned out, the tech DID have a history of harassing women over birth control, enough that some had left without getting the treatments they wanted because they were afraid of him. He’d already had several warnings about his behavior, one retraining session, and one sensitivity training session, and he’d been warned that one more walk-out or complaint and he’d be out as well. None of it was particularly helpful for a fanatic of his level, though, and the more he was reprimanded the more certain he was that he was in the right.

And it all came back to one fervent belief: that birth control was an aberration and an offense against mankind, particularly the male part of mankind. Anything that interfered with impregnation was a violation of nature, preventing men from passing on their genetic lineage as they had a right and need to. As such, any woman who used it was committing a disgusting, criminal, unnatural act in his eyes, and those that refused to listen to him were worthy of nothing less than the gravest of punishments. Other people simply were too blind to see things his way, and he rejected what he perceived as ignorance without a second thought, or even a first.

But he perceived himself as a benevolent sort. And his idea of ‘benevolence’ was opening their eyes to their wrongness. And so when confronted today with the obstinate female who demanded to have her reproductive tracts scoured with the vile substance that would deny a man his offspring, he magnanimously provided her with a very different substance - something that was in fact the opposite of birth control, it instead promoted breeding.

Specifically, cross-breeding.

The clinic had in its pharmacy a certain medication designed as a fertility aid for female humans wishing to procreate with male Pokémon. Though this wasn’t a common desire, it wasn’t an unheard-of one, either - male Pokémon were, after all, just as capable of forming bonds of love with female humans as male humans were, and sometimes the wishes of both parties involved a family. A dose would make a human capable of producing an egg with a Pokémon for around six weeks, with a fairly wide level of compatibility.

This, however, was not in itself enough - after all, the tech knew full well that just because she was capable didn’t mean she would act in a manner that would make such an encounter happen. So he had tainted the dose with a particular chemical compound called lamnathidide. The chemical had a distinctive and drastic effect on a Pokémon, amping up sexual desire and need and markedly lowering inhibition - in essence, triggering a state of almost mindless rutting, where they would seek out and take sexual pleasure from whoever they felt like, with no concern for the agreement of the other party. Introduced as a mist through the air or absorbed through the skin on contact with an adulterated cloth, even a small amount was potent enough to induce the rut. Injected into a human, however, the chemical would be carried through the air on their own scent signals, and when picked up by a Pokémon would cause them to direct their lusts exclusively towards that particular individual, while also making the human far more receptive to such sexual conquest - lamnathidide’s effects on humans was more subtle, but it was well-known that a human under its hold would never reject sex from a Pokémon in particular. And so the tech had in essence ensured that the next Pokémon that came into close and prolonged enough contact with her to pick up her scent, once the chemical had spread enough through her system to activate it, would copulate with her relentlessly and certainly impregnate her - and he was unfailingly certain that once that had happened that she would accept her role as a breeder and never again consider the possibility of preventing pregnancy, just at he thought it should be.

He might even have been able to get away with it, at least for a time, were it not for his own history. He was unaware that one of the nurses had taken it upon herself to try to keep track of what he was doing, not trusting that any of the measures taken so far had been of any use whatsoever. She had initially suspected that he might try to pull a stunt like injecting saline rather than the birth control medication, and on discovering the untapped vial that had been set aside for the patient believed that this was what had happened...but upon retrieving the syringe that had been used in the procedure, she had detected a scent that was most certainly NOT saline. By the time the clinic had closed for the evening, the tech had been arrested on multiple charges including poisoning and chemical assault, and a call had been put out to Gennifer to contact them immediately as she had been given something she shouldn’t have been and they needed to sort things out as soon as possible.

It was a message Gennah wouldn’t receive until she had already been made aware of the malicious injection through the intended means of discovery.

———

Gennah wasn’t feeling entirely like herself as she walked through the door. It wasn’t illness, but something felt off, that she knew for sure. Maybe a reaction to something in the injection, maybe just the heat from the walk, maybe a bug that was unrelated to any of that, but she figured it’d either go away with some rest or she’d come down with whatever she was coming down with.

As she got out of the entryway, she could see into the living room where the TV was showing and blaring rather loudly an action flick of some kind - she didn’t know what, that wasn’t her thing, but it was the thing of her ‘roomie.’ She could see the rounded ears and slightly bushy head of the Pangoro over the couch, lounging lazily in front of the tube without a care on the world. “Hey, Ramfast, did you move at all this entire day?”

A grunt from the other room. “Sure. Had to take a piss.”

Gennah rolled her eyes, but also couldn’t resist a snort of laughter. Ramfast, her Pangoro Pokémon partner, was very casual around her, and not at all shy about being crude or sarcastic when it was just her. He was a touch more polite with other people, but gruff was his nature, and Gennah didn’t begrudge him for it. It made him easy to be around for her, no bullshitting or pussyfooting around things. And he knew his boundaries and kept to them, not trying to impose on her like so many others did.

And it was good for her, because she’d learned how to give as good as she got. “You’d better not have pissed on the seat or I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue.”

“Yeah, sure, you know if you did that I’d just follow up that ‘cleaning’ by pissing over everything.”

“Yeah, and then I’d tie a rubber band around your dick and make you ask permission to piss at all.”

“Oh, yeah, there’s NO way that would backfire on you,” growled Ramfast playfully. “Having to paw my cock several times a day would just be a fun game for you, wouldn’t it?”

Gennah opened her mouth to reply, and then had to pause. It was idle banter, nothing of the sort ever came close to happening between them...which made it all the weirder that she had a fleeting thought of that being not such a bad idea. She didn’t know where it came from, nor did she know what to make of it - that wasn’t anything she’d thought about in years of having Ramfast as a partner. And was it her imagination, or was the air...thicker than usual? There was a scent on it...she thought it was Ramfast’s, it seemed familiar enough, but something about it wasn’t normal, she must have been wrong…

“Eh? Something wrong? You went awful quiet there...if that was too far, I’m sorry…” Ramfast rose up off the couch, perplexed and a bit concerned about the sudden silence - he didn’t think it was that bad, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t joked about before, but if something had changed that he wasn’t aware of, he wanted to know. From his gaze, Gennah didn’t seem offended...no, that seemed wrong in a different way, she seemed a bit flushed, a bit out of it. “Are you feeling all right? Maybe you caught something at the-”

By the time Ramfast’s nose picked up on the aberrant scent and processed it enough for his brain to realize something was very off, it was already too late. The sexual stimulant had already latched onto his brain and began firing on all cylinders, driving down inhibitions and rational thought and control and driving up a simple-minded desire to fuck. Even had he been prepared for it, there would have been no defense against it...as it was, the ambush left him not even the chance to provide proper warning before going into mindless rut mode. His composure degraded into breathy, growly lust, fixated on the female in front of him - thoughts of decorum and boundaries vaporized by the unleashed drive to breed her.

Gennah was vaguely aware something was going on - Ramfast’s sudden silence, his expression going from concerned to glazed over to aggressive in a way she’d never seen directed at her, was clear enough. But she found herself frozen, unable to question what was going on, paralyzed by confusion and the heaviness in her body as the thickness in the air became stronger. She, much like the Pangoro, was feeling the effects of a scent on her, in this case Ramfast’s scent, the chemical in her body coaxing her into pliancy and receptiveness to its source, a subtle shift which she couldn’t properly recognize. Even as Ramfast started for her, she found herself unable to react, even as part of her knew she should, questioned her immobility.

Once Ramfast had her, though, resistance became a pointless fantasy - he was far too powerful for her even if she had all her wits about her. One big paw took rough hold of her arm and pulled her close to him, while the other lunged out and grabbed the front of her shirt, yanking down and tearing it straight off her. She yelped a bit as a claw grazed her ebon skin, thankfully not leaving more than a scratch, and tried a bit to push away, but there was little force in her efforts, like her own body was fighting her. Her bra met the same fate, albeit a little less violently, one tug snapping it off her and exposing her modest breasts to the panda Pokémon. A shiver ran through her, not from the exposure to the air but the realization of what Ramfast was preparing for - realization that was bolstered by the sudden appearance of the Pangoro’s jet-black cock emerging from his crotch, sheath and balls getting more prominent as they prepared to do their duty. Through the haze, she was dimly aware that she was on the verge of being raped...and mortified that the haze was making her WANT that fate.

And the haze was winning...she flinched a bit as Ramfast grabbed the front of her athletic shorts and tore them away with a powerful yank, and then did the same with her panties, leaving her fully exposed, and, she realized with deep embarrassment, quite wet. The part of her that was still not entombed by the haze was warning her about the threat she was facing, priming her for the fight or flight reaction to try to do something...but unable to actually coax her to act in any meaningful way. In fact it was backfiring, heating up her body and making her more aroused as well, as well as ramping up the scent that was drugging the Pangoro and driving him to this.

When Ramfast lifted her up and thumped her against the wall, his free hand grabbing her leg and spreading it, her fate was sealed. All she could do was brace for impact, her pussy twitching as the thick, pointed heat of the Pangoro was pushed against it, roughly seeking purchase. Her one last moment to try to speak up was aborted into a moan as she felt that huge dick maul her clitoris, treating her far more roughly than she’d ever been and yet somehow working her into more of a lustful frenzy.

And then he thrust in.

Gennah wasn’t a virgin, but it had been quite a while since she’d been with a man - in fact this change in birth control had been something she hoped would improve her sex drive and reduce the worry about getting out there and trying to play the field a bit. And the men she had had had DEFINITELY not been hung like a Pangoro. So that thick staff shoving brutally into her twat had her crying out quite loud, the stretch unlike anything she even could have imagined much less had felt before. And he wasn’t even halfway in! Not for lack of trying, though, and his second thrust pushed even deeper, pounding against her cervix with decided force. She wasn’t able to keep up with him, only barely processing the previous thrust before the next one came - he wasn’t the fastest but he more than made up for it in sheer power, and she was feeling every blow from surface to core.

And while a part of her knew she shouldn’t be, another part of her was reveling in it...a part that was far more powerful than the questioning one. The thick cock spreading her was making her shudder and moan, the inky and oily pre gushing into her and smearing all over her was warming her in a way that she’d never felt before yet somehow viscerally craved. It wasn’t the proper response to something like this, she dimly realized she should have been fighting it, even if futilely, but even that realization wasn’t enough to spur her to action, especially with how good the Pangoro’s mindless ravaging felt...almost like her body was demanding her to take it, needed something from him.

Whatever it needed, it was going to get...Ramfast clearly wasn’t about to hold anything back, and suddenly he thrust in HARD, getting a good bit of his cock past her cervix and finally hilting in her. If she thought she’d felt full before, she hadn’t even known the meaning of the word...he felt even bigger than he looked, how she’d managed to take it all was beyond her, how she was feeling only an even more radical pleasure was beyond beyond her. Especially with the rough treatment...her arm was suddenly released from Ramfast’s grip, but that big mitt just moved lightly over to her breast, gripping it roughly and using that as his pin point instead as he started to really go to town, now proving his name entirely apt as he savagely pounded her at a much harder and faster clip.

And with every thrust, her doubts and questions were fading ever more into the background. Her nose was awash with the scent of Ramfast’s sex, coaxing her primed brain to focus purely on the pleasure she was receiving from the Pokémon and the desire to have him in her, to be pumping his load into her body and giving her what she wanted. Her pussy was soaking with more than just the oily precum, her own fluids encouraging that cock to plow through and claim her as its own, and her muscles were clenching down on him in reflex, trying to hold him inside her as if she stood a chance of overpowering him. Out of her mouth was coming not cries of fear and protest but throaty moans of raw carnal bliss, and whatever motions she could make were into the savaging of her body, not an attempt to escape it. Occasional spikes of ecstasy ran through her body, making everything double briefly as she gasped and cried out, a spear of satisfaction shooting through her body her mind demanded more and sent her back into the stark carnality to take in more. Even the thought of trying to stop this was being banished from her, the raw need telling her to never let it end, to let that alpha beast satisfy her properly.

She wasn’t able to voice it directly, but Ramfast must have taken her moans and gasps for what they meant, because he only went harder on her, driving his cock in with all the fierce power his typing offered him. Nary a thrust passed by where his sizable balls didn’t smack against her and his fuzzy sheath didn’t meet her body, forming a slight but distinct impression inside her body from his sheer girth. His own raw snorts and growls were primal in a way Gennah had almost never heard from him, and they only sent more shivers down her spine as her lust-addled brain found them quite enticing. Somehow it felt like the first time she’d TRULY had sex, anything else seemed to pale to the raw primal energy of this, it felt like a real honest fucking and anything before had been naught but a pale shadow...maybe that was due to her drugged-up brain drinking it in like never before, not that she would know.

All she knew was she was starting to feel that thick cock throb and twitch inside her through the thrusts, a motion that she somehow could feel meant he was close...he was closing in on her more as well, his thrusts getting shorter, hot and slightly bitter breath in her face, promising a thorough breeding was imminent. And her reaction was only to feel more heat of pleasure through her body, to cry higher as she approached the big one herself, or more accurately was being violently shoved into it by each thrust of that massive dick conquering her. Had she any wits about her, she would have begged for it, even as the heat in her body warned that she was truly fertile…

A roar erupted from Ramfast’s throat as he slammed in once more, and a thick dollop of black semen gushed out and splattered against her womb, hot and thick and forceful enough to feel like a punch to her insides, and suddenly Gennah was cumming as well, almost screaming as she felt her climax almost rip through her, back arching and pushing into the Pangoro’s grip as they joined together at the pinnacle. The throbbing of that jet-black cock was forceful and raw as it carried out its mission to impregnate the human it had taken hold of, spurting round after round of heavy Pangoro semen into the very depths of Gennah’s tract, a flood that it wasn’t truly equipped to handle and yet took on the challenge anyway. Plenty of oily cum seeped back out around Ramfast’s tool to drip onto the floor below, but he had no trouble filling Gennah’s womb to and beyond capacity, a testament to his intense virility and a promise of a fertile result to their union. Somehow Gennah had a visceral certainty, even if she couldn’t have consciously known what was happening there was a definite heat in her core that instinct warned her had consequences...not that she could care, too lost in the squall of rank pleasure that Ramfast had put her through.

And it was far from over...even before Ramfast had truly stopped shooting, just as his heavy gushes were reduced to trickles, Gennah felt him pull her away from the wall and then come crashing down over her, thumping her to the floor. She was pulled out of, briefly, only long enough to be flipped over and pushed down under him...she cried out again as his cock drove in once more, hilting immediately and beginning its savage conquest again, both paws groping her breasts now and manhandling them carelessly as she was pinned under his weight, helpless to do anything but submit to another round of breeding...the second of many they would have that day before exhaustion finally took a hold of them...

———

Gennah didn’t have to put much effort into making the case to the clinic to settle with her. They would only ever know a fraction of the whole story, and she was fine with that.

After hours of being rut by Ramfast, she had woken up in the Pangoro’s arms, naked, sweaty, and suspiciously plump in the midsection - but at least relatively clear-headed. Her Pangoro partner also was, and had been profusely apologetic about what had happened, but she had rapidly forgiven him. After all, she still wasn’t sure entirely what had happened, but she had her suspicions...which were confirmed once she finally managed to get the message on her phone. Enough of the story was in the message that she was able to put it all together...and both she and Ramfast swore that if the tech ever came across them he would be in for a universe of revenge.

But it turned out things were far from over. Their reprieve lasted but a few hours, until around midday when she felt the pressure in her abdomen...she’d just been reading about Pokémon eggs and had learned that they came out fast, but this was faster than she had expected. With no time to go anywhere and get it delivered by someone who knew what they were doing, she and Ramfast had to wing it...the Pangoro looked just as anxious as Gennah had ever seen him, trying to get her in position to deliver and guide her through pushing as best he could. The one blessing was that the egg wasn’t too huge, and didn’t take long to slip out of her.

And then it started again.

It took only mere minutes for the chemicals to kick in again for both of them...the effects had only been muted while she had been carrying the egg. Once it was out, Gennah and Ramfast felt the lustful drives fire back up, and before either of them knew it they were once again lost in a sea of rampant fuckery, screwing with barely any pauses for hours until they wiped themselves out again. Rinse and repeat...though, for Gennah and Ramfast, even rinsing wasn’t happening.

The idea of trying to get around it somehow was presented, but summarily dashed. Gennah mulled the idea of getting out of the house and going somewhere else, but that wasn’t going to stop the drug - she read just enough to know that there wasn’t any conveniently accessible counteragent, she just had to wait it out. And going anywhere meant putting herself at risk of another Pokémon falling prey to the same drugging and taking it out on her - perhaps in a very public location. Ramfast had also volunteered to leave and stay away from her for the duration, but Gennah had rejected that as well - his scent was all over, and she knew she’d be driven mad by it before long, and would go out to seek relief and end up in much the same position. The only option, as far as they could conclude, was to keep doing what they had been and ride it out.

Or maybe that was just a convenient excuse to maintain what they both secretly wanted.

Neither of them came out and admitted it, but the longer it went on, the less inhibition they showed about it. Even during the lucid periods, they started to tease each other about what was going on, Ramfast cracking off-color jokes about raping her harder or Gennah remarking that he clearly hadn’t raped her enough, and there was more petting and tantalizing going on than in the more subdued and confusing early days. Whether it was just a coping mechanism to deal with the situation, a newfound thrill, a side-effect of the drug, or just the two of them finding in each other what they never knew they wanted and needed was hard to say, but they were undoubtedly getting more and more comfortable with what was going on. Even to the point where they both were clearly aware that they wanted it and it lost its true definition of rape...though, they never entirely stopped calling it that.

After a couple weeks, the haze that came over them during the rutting frenzies get a little less complete...they were more aware of what was going on, could even control themselves a little bit rather than being completely at the mercy of their bodies’ drives. Yet, they didn’t use this to try to rein things in in the slightest; if anything, they got more intense, using this scrap of freedom to get more creative with where and how they fucked. Oral and anal found their way onto the table, usually just adding to the intensity of the subsequent breeding round. Before long bondage had been brought into play, Gennah partly or fully restrained and even more helpless to the mindless fucking Ramfast brought to her. The biggest turn was when Ramfast, without asking permission or even consulting Gennah, brought in an Incineroar to join during the rutfest, the poor cat having absolutely no idea what was awaiting him...and far from being put out, Gennah loved both the novel feel of the feline’s cock and the very act of Ramfast making it happen without her say.

Even when she wasn’t in the haze, she realized, she loved the idea of Ramfast doing what he wished to her without her say in it. It seemed like a bizarre thing to enjoy, even in her own mind, but it was hard to question what she was feeling from it. So she had laid it out to the Pangoro - he didn’t have to ask her, and she even preferred if he didn’t, and could do her whenever, wherever, however, and with whoever he wanted, in perpetuity. It was a pretty drastic permission, but...she trusted Ramfast, trusted that he would be judicious enough not to cross a boundary that she wouldn’t be comfortable with, that he wouldn’t be overboard with it, and that even when indulging himself, would not treat her callously or cruelly. And Ramfast, to his credit, had made it clear that she could revoke that at any time...which was to her a promising sign that she wouldn’t need to.

After a long forty days, and just as many eggs, the effects of the injection had finally worn off - she could no longer get pregnant, and they no longer were subject to the intense, unstoppable need to fuck. Yet, what had started was to continue - not at the same excessive level, but they still indulged themselves at a more reasonable rate, with the continued agreement that was still working just as well for them. And without a doubt, it was a change in their lives that they both found quite delightful.

Ten days after the end of the chemical morass, Gennah walked inside to a house that was somewhat close to properly cleaned. It had been taking a while...it turned out constant screwing and gestation and laying didn’t leave much time for housework, to say nothing of the mess from fucking literally everywhere. “Hey, Ramfast, I’m back. I think it’s all squared away now.”

“Oh, good.” Ramfast was just tossing some rags into the hamper, and looked happy to be doing so. “So how much did you gouge them for?”

“Enough. I needed to make SOME kind of impression that they need to do a way better job of vetting their staff...but I had to give them some credit for catching it quickly and making sure the guy got put away for a good while. We won’t have to worry about him again, I don’t think.”

“Good. Though I wouldn’t mind putting him through a sample of what he made happen. Including the breeding part.”

Gennah snickered. “Might backfire on you, he might be into that.”

“Hm, I don’t know whether that would be more or less fun. I suppose you didn’t have to haggle too much, then.”

“Nope, I named the number and they said deal pretty much straight away. I won’t call it living large, but we’ll have a cushion for a good while, at least. And, of course, the other part of the deal: getting the PROPER birth control injection.”

Ramfast murred approvingly. “Fantastic. No more worries about whelps. The buyers came for the last two eggs today - just in time, I wasn’t keen on having to try to get them out after they hatched.”

“No second thoughts about trying to be a father, eh?”

“No more than you about being a mother. Maybe years down the road I’ll reconsider, but I think if that’s the case one will be more than enough. And I’m in no rush to even think about that many.”

“Me either,” agreed Gennah. “I’ve had way more than enough of stuff growing inside me to last me a long time.”

“Hopefully that doesn’t include anything else being put inside you,” riposted Ramfast with a salacious growl.

Gennah flashed him a knowing grin. “Not in the slightest...I’m looking forward to not having to worry about any additional consequences of THAT.”

“Good.” Suddenly Ramfast stepped over and grabbed Gennah bodily. “In that case, I think we should celebrate, by getting you nice and full of something OTHER than an egg.”

“Ooh, someone’s eager.”

“I’ve spent all damn morning cleaning. It’s time to get messy for a while.”

Gennah had no objections to that. She still wasn’t about to let just anyone push their own thoughts and opinions on her, but Ramfast, at least, was the one guy she now knew she wouldn’t mind his imposing on her.