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The Midwife and Tea
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Featuring: Shela and Meadow
Shela sat on the bamboo floor of the midwife's home, happily taking the bowl of juicy grapes she was offered. The midwife sat opposite from her, her own bowl in hand. “You like?” she asked.
The she-wolf nodded, her mouth already full. “Hmhm!”
Shela was a yellow furred wolf with black markings that covered her muzzle, throat and belly and wrists and ankles, with her tail tip.
Long black hair with the occasional colorful bead cascaded down to her mid back, which would shimmer in the sun or moon light.
a white chest cloth wrapped around her upper torso, while a blue loincloth coverd her lower half.
The wolf ate another paw-full of grapes, touching her round gravid belly.
Shela was almost due with a large litter of pups, which squirmed and kicked constantly. Not that it truly bothered her though. She was a proud mother, or at least, a surrogate mother.
It was the she-wolf's duty to bare children for the chief's wife, who was unable to produce young, and it was a duty she took with great honor. She knew it was a heavy burden to their queen not to be fertile.
This would be the third litter she had carried for the royal family.
Of course it pained her almost more than the birth to see them calling another mother, but she knew that they were well taken care of, loved, and she would be allowed to visit on occasions.
For her “pains” Shela was quite well off. Food was always in her bowl, and thick blankets brought into her hut during the winter months.
Perhaps one day she would bare children of her own, when she finally took a husband. She sighed.
But for now, she was happy with her current life. And these grapes were absolutely scrumptious!
The midwife, a doe only a few summers shela's senior, also heavy with child smiled as she ate. Her home was cozy and clean, as a midwife's home should be, though it was no easy feat, with a husband and child to take care of.
Meadow was her name, and had been the village midwife for many summers. Her skill was unmatched, having been passed down from mother to daughter for generations.
she had delivered both of Shela's litters, and Shela had in turn helped deliver Meadow's own child.
payment for Meadow's services were taken care of by the Royal family, much to the Sorrogate mother's relief.
The midwife huffed, as the twin fawns within her kicked, causing her to drop a few grapes from her bowl.
As though communicating with them, Shela's own litter began kicking as well, causing the wolf to growl quietly.
Meadow laughed. “Oh, they've been quite lively today, haven't they?”
“it must be something in that tea you gave me earlier,” she replied, taking a deep breath. “their only a few kicks away from my bladder!”
“Hmm. And you did drink a lot, so it should nearly be full.” the doe set her bowl down, “But it wasn't my tea, but the lunar cycle. Most of us with child will be suffering under their particularly viscous kicks for the next two weeks.”
Shela moaned, her shoulders drooping. Nature was a rather cruel harlot. “I'll pay better attention to the season the next time the queen wishes for more children.”
she finished her grapes, then set the bowl beside her, fiddling with the leather cord of her loincloth. Understandably it had grown tighter as her belly became larger. All of her body had changed, and she was uncomfortable more and more.
At least Meadow had someone who could help massage her aching body, tense muscles and sooth her erratic moods, Shela thought with a hint of jealousy.
As if the gods knew her thoughts and wished to tease, Meadow's husband walked into the little hut, bare chested, revealing a finely toned body that only a warrior possesd.
The stag had to stoop as he entered so as not to hit his great rack of antlers on the door frame.
Seeing that there was a guest in the home, the stag quickly tightened his loincloth, not wanting to be indecent. “sorry, I didn't know you had business,” he said apologetically. “Shela,”
Shela acknowledged him with a nod and a smile, while Meadow forced herself up with a heave and planted a kiss on her mate's lips.
“Shela and I were just visiting. We'll come out so you can freshen up.”
“Oh no, you are alright,” Buck quickly took a step back. “I still have somethings I can do in the village. You continue to visit, please.”
“if you insist.” his wife kissed him again, and his hooves stroked the front of her belly.
Shela patiently waited for them to finish, and said goodbye as the stag left.
“so sorry,” Meadow blushed. “I suppose we could have done that somewhere else.”
“Oh, no, you were fine,” Shela said politely, “ it is your home, after all.”
Meadow's ears drooped a little, embarrassed that she had made out with her husband while her unmarried friend sat there.
“Its fine, really, Meadow.” Shela said, putting a paw on her friend's knee. “The gods have blessed you! I'm happy for you, and I'm happy with the life I have.” She forced herself to smile, for her hostess' sake.
The doe put her own hoof on Shela's belly. “I know in my heart, that you'll be barring children of your own.” her smile was genuine. “Until then, you can tell me stories about our chief, and how cute he is in his fur.” the two giggled like school girls, both blushing.
At last they finally caught their breaths, holding their bellies. “any more tea?” Meadow asked.
“Oh, I dont want you to have to get up...” Shela began. “Nonsense," Meadow waved a hoof. She hoisted herself up with a grown and walked to the cooking fire, located at the center of the little home. “I was going to grab some anyways.”
shela watched as the midwife poured more tea into their bowls, while wincing as the chest cloth seemed to pinch her tender bosom. The fur had thickened there, protecting the mammary glands from dirt and infections. Foremilk was building up in inside, ready to nourish her young.
And speak of the little devils, they began to kick. One seemed to have aimed his foot perfectly. “Meadow, help me up, please?”
quickly the deer helped the wolf up, then went back to her pot of tea as Shela hastily went outside to the privy hole behind a particularly thick cluster of bamboo.
She hummed a tune to herself as she came back into the hut, stepping over the threshold with a grunt.
Meadow was sitting down, her tea in one hand, her belly being stroked by the other. Shela found her tea next to her sitting mat.
They sipped their tea, gossiped and felt each others bellies' as their young kicked. Meadow seemed to have a rather painful one that knocked the wind out of her; those fawns had sharp hooves is seemed. Shela couldn't help but laugh at the deer's face, and offered her water.
After more tea, a few small meals and another run to the privy hole, Shela felt it was time she headed to her own home.
They said their goodbyes with tears, their imbalanced hormones to blame, and Shela headed off.
Her home was on the other side of the village, not at the edge, for fear of an attack from hostile tribes, but not to far into the heart of the village, so that she could bare the royal children in peace and quiet.
She smiled and waved as Meadow's husband passed her by, their daughter yelling hello as she followed, her body covered in what Shela hoped was mud. She was a wild little fawn, and not afraid to get dirty.
The yellow and black wolf neared her home, the sun beginning to set. Smoke from cooking fires lifted into the air, sending whiffs of delicious and sometimes repulsive smells to her nostrils.
A male fox waved hello, as he chopped wood for his fire. Shela waved back, and entered her small but comfortable Rosewood home.
Being the royal surrogate mother had its advantages. Such fine wood was hard to come by, and the scent was a therapeutic and healing scent.
Shela lit a fire, ate a rather large meal, not that it felt large to the pregnant wolf, and she settled down on her bedding of blankets and leaves.
The sun sank slowly behind the large mountains beyond her door post, as the sounds of night began to play its melody.
Sleep began to overcome Shela, and her eyes closed in slumber.
She was rudely awaken in the middle of the night by a kick to the bladder.
Oh the pains of being with child, she thought.
The End
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Featuring: Shela and Meadow
Shela sat on the bamboo floor of the midwife's home, happily taking the bowl of juicy grapes she was offered. The midwife sat opposite from her, her own bowl in hand. “You like?” she asked.
The she-wolf nodded, her mouth already full. “Hmhm!”
Shela was a yellow furred wolf with black markings that covered her muzzle, throat and belly and wrists and ankles, with her tail tip.
Long black hair with the occasional colorful bead cascaded down to her mid back, which would shimmer in the sun or moon light.
a white chest cloth wrapped around her upper torso, while a blue loincloth coverd her lower half.
The wolf ate another paw-full of grapes, touching her round gravid belly.
Shela was almost due with a large litter of pups, which squirmed and kicked constantly. Not that it truly bothered her though. She was a proud mother, or at least, a surrogate mother.
It was the she-wolf's duty to bare children for the chief's wife, who was unable to produce young, and it was a duty she took with great honor. She knew it was a heavy burden to their queen not to be fertile.
This would be the third litter she had carried for the royal family.
Of course it pained her almost more than the birth to see them calling another mother, but she knew that they were well taken care of, loved, and she would be allowed to visit on occasions.
For her “pains” Shela was quite well off. Food was always in her bowl, and thick blankets brought into her hut during the winter months.
Perhaps one day she would bare children of her own, when she finally took a husband. She sighed.
But for now, she was happy with her current life. And these grapes were absolutely scrumptious!
The midwife, a doe only a few summers shela's senior, also heavy with child smiled as she ate. Her home was cozy and clean, as a midwife's home should be, though it was no easy feat, with a husband and child to take care of.
Meadow was her name, and had been the village midwife for many summers. Her skill was unmatched, having been passed down from mother to daughter for generations.
she had delivered both of Shela's litters, and Shela had in turn helped deliver Meadow's own child.
payment for Meadow's services were taken care of by the Royal family, much to the Sorrogate mother's relief.
The midwife huffed, as the twin fawns within her kicked, causing her to drop a few grapes from her bowl.
As though communicating with them, Shela's own litter began kicking as well, causing the wolf to growl quietly.
Meadow laughed. “Oh, they've been quite lively today, haven't they?”
“it must be something in that tea you gave me earlier,” she replied, taking a deep breath. “their only a few kicks away from my bladder!”
“Hmm. And you did drink a lot, so it should nearly be full.” the doe set her bowl down, “But it wasn't my tea, but the lunar cycle. Most of us with child will be suffering under their particularly viscous kicks for the next two weeks.”
Shela moaned, her shoulders drooping. Nature was a rather cruel harlot. “I'll pay better attention to the season the next time the queen wishes for more children.”
she finished her grapes, then set the bowl beside her, fiddling with the leather cord of her loincloth. Understandably it had grown tighter as her belly became larger. All of her body had changed, and she was uncomfortable more and more.
At least Meadow had someone who could help massage her aching body, tense muscles and sooth her erratic moods, Shela thought with a hint of jealousy.
As if the gods knew her thoughts and wished to tease, Meadow's husband walked into the little hut, bare chested, revealing a finely toned body that only a warrior possesd.
The stag had to stoop as he entered so as not to hit his great rack of antlers on the door frame.
Seeing that there was a guest in the home, the stag quickly tightened his loincloth, not wanting to be indecent. “sorry, I didn't know you had business,” he said apologetically. “Shela,”
Shela acknowledged him with a nod and a smile, while Meadow forced herself up with a heave and planted a kiss on her mate's lips.
“Shela and I were just visiting. We'll come out so you can freshen up.”
“Oh no, you are alright,” Buck quickly took a step back. “I still have somethings I can do in the village. You continue to visit, please.”
“if you insist.” his wife kissed him again, and his hooves stroked the front of her belly.
Shela patiently waited for them to finish, and said goodbye as the stag left.
“so sorry,” Meadow blushed. “I suppose we could have done that somewhere else.”
“Oh, no, you were fine,” Shela said politely, “ it is your home, after all.”
Meadow's ears drooped a little, embarrassed that she had made out with her husband while her unmarried friend sat there.
“Its fine, really, Meadow.” Shela said, putting a paw on her friend's knee. “The gods have blessed you! I'm happy for you, and I'm happy with the life I have.” She forced herself to smile, for her hostess' sake.
The doe put her own hoof on Shela's belly. “I know in my heart, that you'll be barring children of your own.” her smile was genuine. “Until then, you can tell me stories about our chief, and how cute he is in his fur.” the two giggled like school girls, both blushing.
At last they finally caught their breaths, holding their bellies. “any more tea?” Meadow asked.
“Oh, I dont want you to have to get up...” Shela began. “Nonsense," Meadow waved a hoof. She hoisted herself up with a grown and walked to the cooking fire, located at the center of the little home. “I was going to grab some anyways.”
shela watched as the midwife poured more tea into their bowls, while wincing as the chest cloth seemed to pinch her tender bosom. The fur had thickened there, protecting the mammary glands from dirt and infections. Foremilk was building up in inside, ready to nourish her young.
And speak of the little devils, they began to kick. One seemed to have aimed his foot perfectly. “Meadow, help me up, please?”
quickly the deer helped the wolf up, then went back to her pot of tea as Shela hastily went outside to the privy hole behind a particularly thick cluster of bamboo.
She hummed a tune to herself as she came back into the hut, stepping over the threshold with a grunt.
Meadow was sitting down, her tea in one hand, her belly being stroked by the other. Shela found her tea next to her sitting mat.
They sipped their tea, gossiped and felt each others bellies' as their young kicked. Meadow seemed to have a rather painful one that knocked the wind out of her; those fawns had sharp hooves is seemed. Shela couldn't help but laugh at the deer's face, and offered her water.
After more tea, a few small meals and another run to the privy hole, Shela felt it was time she headed to her own home.
They said their goodbyes with tears, their imbalanced hormones to blame, and Shela headed off.
Her home was on the other side of the village, not at the edge, for fear of an attack from hostile tribes, but not to far into the heart of the village, so that she could bare the royal children in peace and quiet.
She smiled and waved as Meadow's husband passed her by, their daughter yelling hello as she followed, her body covered in what Shela hoped was mud. She was a wild little fawn, and not afraid to get dirty.
The yellow and black wolf neared her home, the sun beginning to set. Smoke from cooking fires lifted into the air, sending whiffs of delicious and sometimes repulsive smells to her nostrils.
A male fox waved hello, as he chopped wood for his fire. Shela waved back, and entered her small but comfortable Rosewood home.
Being the royal surrogate mother had its advantages. Such fine wood was hard to come by, and the scent was a therapeutic and healing scent.
Shela lit a fire, ate a rather large meal, not that it felt large to the pregnant wolf, and she settled down on her bedding of blankets and leaves.
The sun sank slowly behind the large mountains beyond her door post, as the sounds of night began to play its melody.
Sleep began to overcome Shela, and her eyes closed in slumber.
She was rudely awaken in the middle of the night by a kick to the bladder.
Oh the pains of being with child, she thought.
The End
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