Chapter 53

Dreams Of Things To Come

Kel slept the exhausted sleep of the satiated lover. Her dreams were of pink clouds...of pastoral countrysides...she found herself walking down a country road; the smell of olives all around her. In the blink of the eye she was walking in an olive grove, the dappled sunlight making shadows dance beneath her feet. Looking around, Kel spied a person clad in black strolling through the trees; she knew this fur. "Hello?" she called out and the figure turned to her, it was...

"Straga Nona!" Kel cried out, dashing over to give the elderly ferret a hug. The ferret returned the hug, a smile on her old gray muzzle at seeing the young vixen again.

"Miss-a Foxy? " Isabella Ferretti beamed. "So, _what-a_brings you to Straga Nona?" she asked, patting Kel's paw. Nona snapped her fingers and a bench appeared for them to sit.

"Uh, well I'm not sure, actually...oh, Gwen's with child, she just got official confirmation," Kel smiled.

"At's-a wonderful. So, what-a bout you, eh Miss Foxy? You gonna make-a some bambinos?" Isabella bathed the vixen in the warmth of her smile.

"Me? Oh, uh no, I don't think so. You see, I got fixed; I _can't_have kits."

The old ferret looked puzzled "Fixed? _I_dinn-a know you was-a broken?" she chuckled, shaking her head. Kel chuckled.

"No, you see, I was sterilized when I turned eighteen, so I _wouldn't_get pregnant."

"Why you do ah something like dat?" Isabella asked, incredulously.

"Well I just figured that I wasn't cut out to have kits in this life, being alone in the world and all...and when my family..." she swallowed hard. The old ferret placed a comforting paw on her shoulder.

"Its-a all right...You not alone _no_more..." Kel sniffed, eyes bright with unshed tears for her lost family.

"Yeah, you're right; I've got a new family now." Kel looked at her right paw, on it was the entwined gold and silver band that was the family ring that Rick had commissioned...for her.

"Ats-a_right_, Miss Foxy. You got-a _new_family now." She declared happily.

"I may not have kits of my own, but I can be a _great_auntie for Gwen and Cassy's kits." The elder nodded. "True..._but_if-a you _really_wanna have kits of-a you own, maybe Nona can help you," she suggested, giving Kel a knowing wink, as a smile crept across her muzzle.

"But I...uh...no, really?" Isabella nodded at the confused Vixen.

"Maybe so, if-a you really_wanna be ah _mama, we see what wee can-a do!"

"Wow...Me...ah...ah_Mother... really?"_ Kel asked, considering a possibility of something she'd always taken for granted as no longer an option.

"You think-a bout it, Miss Foxy, k..." Kel nodded mutely. "What was-a you doing before youa sleeping?" Kel felt her muzzle fluff.

"...Um..."

Nona's eyes were bright with mischief, _knowing_what the Vixen had been doing.

"Oooh, he really_nail-a you _good, eh?" she asked, pumping her arms back and forth. Kel blushed harder hiding her muzzle in her paws nodding, then with a giggle finally admitting it. "Oh Gods yes. He boffed_me _silly...Gwen is so wonderful to share him with me. They are such wonderful, magical furs...oh Nona, I'm so happy with them, ya know?" Kel beamed at the matronly Fur, who just nodded sagely.

"Good-a people deserve-a each other, and you _just-a_where you _Need-a_to be, Miss Foxy." Nona declared.

"I like-a you, Miss Foxy, You not-a only gotta potential, you gotta moxie! And I like-a dat...you one all right-a furson." She took the vixen in a hug. "Now, any time you need-a Nona, you think-a dis place."

"Thanks, Nona...I just--" Kel stammered at a loss for words.

"At's-a okay, you a good kid...now...wake UP!"

Kel sat bolt upright in bed, which was difficult, as she had been sleeping on her stomach! Blinking, she spied the glass of Switchel Gwen had thoughtfully left for her. Polishing off the Switchel helped center her in the present, something Gwen had instructed her to do anytime she felt spacey. Her nether regions were pleasantly sore, attesting to the vigorous workout she had indulged in. Getting to her feet, she sniffed. She smelled like she'd been 'rode hard, and put away wet,' a thought that made her chuckle--she_had_ been!

'_SHOWER!'_she declared as she padded off to the bathroom. Forty-five minutes later, Kel floated out to the kitchen to wash out her glass--and maybe to have a snack....

"Well, hello there, feeling better?" Gwen asked the blissed out Fox Fem. Kel gave her a contented grin.

"MMM, yesh! Shank you, I love both of you..." She drifted into the living room and stood before Gwen, en-wrapping her in a hug of gratitude. "Shank hue, Gwen...you have no idea just how _badly_I needed that..." I grinned at Gwen. "Well, I aim to please!"

"You've got great aim!" the girls said in unison; then giggled looking at each other.

"I had a dream about Straga Nona, we had a chat."

"Really?" Gwen patted the couch cushion next to her "Come, tell me about it."

The vixen plopped down next to her. "Anyhow, After Rick here plowed me into a puddle of satiated vixeny goodness, I found myself wandering the countryside smelling olives. I found myself in an olive grove, and there she was! Did you know, she thinks I can be a mama? I told her I was fixed, so I _can't_have kits..."

"So what did she say?" Gwen asked before she thought better of it. Wincing, Kel grinned. "She said I dinna know you was-a Broken!" She laughed at the pained look on the skunkette's face. "But seriously, she was hinting that if I really wanted it, she may be able to help make it happen." Gwen and I exchanged glances.

"So, what do _you_think of that idea, Amanda?" The vixen shrugged.

"To be honest, I don't know. That was a decision I had made almost ten years ago. I just haven't considered it to be an option for me--I'm_fixed_and that's that--and I'm _okay_with my decision. But for some reason, Nona seems to think that kits are still an option for me," she shook her head looking at us. "I _like_the way things _are_ya know?"

We both nodded. "I guess it was something...maybe it's just her way of wanting to help. I like the idea of being an Auntie to your and Cassy's kits. I just don't know about the idea of kits of my own--that's why_I got fixed in the _first_place," she said, looking lovingly at her housemates smiling. "But I tell ya Gwen, if he plowed _you_the way he plowed _me, no wonder_you're knocked up, I mean _daaamn!" Kel held her sides chuckling. "Oh Gods yes, he damn near _yiffed_my tail off!" Gwen shot back laughing at my reaction. My muzzle was fluffing _just_a bit.

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