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It was a beautiful day outside. Sunny. Warm. Just enough breeze to make her fur ripple along her body and gently blow the Avondale leaves from their branches once in a while so they could gently fall to the ground in a gentle snow. It was a fine day to climb the Mountain of a Thousand Voices where it was said if one was of a quiet mind, possessed of inner peace, one could hear the voices of their ancestors and kung fu masters long passed.

At the top of the mountain, there was a small shrine to these ancestors. Nothing extravagant, nothing like the Jade Palace. It was a flat peak with several stone tables and plagues where incense could burn. And in the middle of the shrine, there was a spring of pure water, the Spring of Serenity's Embrace.

She wished she was there already! Tigress had been walking much of the day and her ankles were killing her. And her back! She paused long enough to press a paw pad to her lower spine. She arched her back, trying to sooth the muscles there. Her other hand cradled her enormous belly, as if to lift the burden and grant her spine some relief.

Almost there. Her golden eyes opened and saw one of the robed monks, a wrinkled old peacock, offering a gentle smile. She would have returned the gesture if she had the energy. But it was depleted. All she had left was, she hoped, enough to get her to the spring. She stepped forward again and let her hand fall away from her back. She tugged at her much too small tunic, trying to get it to cover her gravid belly.

Even knowing there was no hope that the fabric, drawn tight around her laden breast, she growled in frustration as the red garment stretched over the crest of her tummy then snapped up under her breast again.

Her tail flicked this way and that behind her as she climbed higher and higher. Her nerves frayed with every step and the ache in, well every bone in her body, burned hotter than the stones beneath her paws. She tried tugging her shirt down and it snapped tight under her bust again, quickly sliding over one of the nipples hidden in the soft white fur there.

As the fabric rushed over the irritated nub, her hand balled into a fist while the other rubbed at the underside of her belly, trying to calm herself. More than that, she was trying to remind herself not to rush to one of the trees beside the path and kick it in two.

Her feet stopped and her heart fluttered in her chest.

She had reached the peak. One more step and she would be curling her toes in soft, damp grass instead of the unyielding firmness of the hot stones paving the path around the mountain. She looked from the gently burning incense to the tables of weathered stone where soft looking towels lay folded neatly for pilgrims like her.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief. The weight of her belly melted off of her shoulders and her back ached a little less. She stepped forward toward the circular spring of crystal clear water, her feet squishing in the grass pleasantly. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent. There was nothing like wet grass untainted by foreign scents.

She lifted her paws from her heavy belly and unbuttoned her tunic. It popped open and she let it fall to the grass beside the spring. Next she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and bent forward to push them down as far as she could. When her belly allowed her to bend no farther, she straightened up and shimmied out of the leggings, letting them puddle at her feet.

She stepped out of the dark linen and allowed the cool mountain breeze to wash over her naked body. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet mountain air as her arms spread to either side. The breeze tickled at her swelling breast, causing her nipples there to harden slightly. It washed over the expanse of her belly. It was met by a little kick from within.

A smile spread over the feline's muzzle and she gently pressed her hands to where she had felt the kick. "We've made it. We're here now," she cooed. "Go back to sleep, little one."

Another little kick pressed against her palm and she smiled. If she could bend far enough to kiss her tummy, she would.

Her eyes turned to the water of the spring. It was as still and clear as glass. She almost didn't want to disturb it. But serenity's embrace was exactly what she needed right now. There had been much to do in the Jade Palace and she couldn't handle it in her current state, be it farmers whose daughter had been lost or the drama associated with five strong minded, intelligent people living under the same roof.

Well, six.

Tigress stepped down into the cool water and quivered as it slowly enveloped her heavy body. She sat herself upon the smooth stones at the bottom and leaned back against the side of the spring. Only her head remained above the water. Relief washed over her. Her hands caressed her belly as peace seeped into every pore. She felt the stresses and frustration of being a part of the Furious Five bleed out of her, a negativity she didn't want or need in her condition.

The Furious Five. She still couldn't believe Po had shown himself as the Dragon Warrior. He'd opened the Dragon Scroll and bested Tai Lung with relatively little effort. After the Furious Five had banded together to stop the kung fu master from reaching the Jade Palace, Tai Lung had bested them.

Bested her.