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© 2022 by M. Mitch Marmel
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Part Sixty
Matt:
I’ve only rarely heard Low-chan as angry at me as she sounded right then, so as soon as I stepped outside I looked up, half-expecting to see the Musashi hovering high overhead with her main gun on hot standby.
When I say ‘hot standby,’ I mean it – it cranks up enough energy as it charges that it can ionize the air around the muzzle. Skies were clear, though, which was only slightly reassuring.
“THERE YOU ARE!”
Low was pacing back and forth, fists clenched and her tail cocked. It was an intimidating enough sight to ensure that anyone attracted by her shouting would keep back to a safe distance.
I paused about two meters away and put my paws at my sides. “Yes, dear?”
She marched up until she was nose to nose with me and she started a long tirade in Old Low Martian, at a volume and cadence that reminded me of a religious chant.
You know, the kind you hear right before the knife comes down on the victim.
I decided to be direct. “I’m sure you’d regret that the next day, sweetie. I’m rather attached to those parts, so why not tell me what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” she said. “What’s wrong,” and her voice dropped to a venomous hiss, “is that you’re off your Precautions again.”
I stepped back and put my paws up. Only about chest-height; I’m not French after all. “Wait, what? What the hell are you on about?”
Low-chan lowered her temperature from exploding supernova to exploding warp core and said, “Delgado says I’m pregnant. Again.”
“And you think – oh, no, not no but hell no, Low-chan,” I said. I stepped closer to within half a meter, almost dangerously close if you know anything about Low-chan even if she isn’t in one of her moods. I kept my eyes on hers as I said, “You know as well as I do that after – well, the last time – I went back on the pill.” I raised a finger. “And I haven’t stopped taking them. You can check.”
Exploding warp core dropped to reactor meltdown, then to ruptured steam boiler, and finally her ears and tail drooped and she muttered, “I don’t know – and if you start going on about ‘divine intervention’ I swear I’ll – “
I kissed her.
Right on the lips.
The storm broke, and I suddenly had her wrapping her arms around me, head buried against my shoulder, sobbing while I hugged her and stroked her hair and ears because that’s what you do when someone you love is hurting.
And after so many tries, to find that she’s pregnant again really hurts.
So I held her, and told her I loved her, and told her that Tali loved her, and that the three of us would get through this together, while I mentally made a note to have a word with Delgado. Just a word; I wasn’t going to do anything else, pinky swear.
When she finally stopped making my uniform all wet I asked her, “Are you going to be okay?”
She sniffled. “No.”
“Not until we find out what’s going on, and see what happens, you mean,” I said. She nodded. “Good. Now, you want to wipe your eyes and blow your nose so you can come up and see our daughters?”
Low-chan boggled at that before she finally chuckled. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”
“We have plenty of time.” I offered her my arm, as a gentleman always should, and we headed for the Lodge.
***
Winterbough:
Matt came into the Lodge with the mephitess that he calls his senior wife, and she seemed to be quite a bit calmer. To [little Toy]’s great satisfaction, Matt and Low-chan both very fastidiously wiped their feet before coming inside and going upstairs.
I still had no idea what all of the shouting was about.
Elf-mind? Well, we’ve already established that these people are opaque to my attempts to pry into what they’re thinking, and whether this is peculiar to Matt, Low-chan and Tali or to all Lowfolk is a matter of conjecture. I mean, I never bothered to use Elf-mind on the three Lowfolk femmes that Captain Jasper Chitterleigh’s father was trying to foist on him as a potential mate. In hindsight, I could guess that they were too stupid to have minds I could touch.
And in Jane, the Lowfolk Femme, the eponymous vixen never needed to have Elf-mind on her. She was traditionally too oblivious and air-headed.
Low-chan seemed amazed at little Diana and Rohsii, but congratulated all three mothers before returning to her junior wife and Missy. “So, you named her,” and she pointed at the kitten, “after your mother.”
Tali nodded, with a gleeful smile on her face.
The skunk-femme pointed at the baby wolfess. “But why ‘Diana?’ I know I don’t have any relatives by that name.”
The feline femme exchanged a glance with the wolfess. “Secret,” Tali said. “Strictly need-to-know.”
Matt just rolled his eyes.
“Well, as long as everything’s on the green – “ Low-chan said.
“And it is,” Tali said, snuggling her pup.
“ – Then Diana it is, and she’ll be loved,” and the mephitess leaned over and gently kissed the baby wolfess on both cheeks. A moment’s hesitation, and she repeated the gesture on Missy’s kitten.
I tip-hoofed out of the room to make sure that Chef Ernest knew that there’d probably be more guests for dinner. That didn’t apply to any members of the [Doe-Moot], of course; despite any evidence to the contrary such as Anastasia’s telling them about the ermine’s skills in the kitchen, most of the does were convinced that no mel ever born was capable of supplying a table better than an Elfhamian doe.
They’re just like that.
***
Anastasia:
Things did settle down after Tessie’s twins were born, and after Ooo-er, Missy and Tali all had their children. They’re all beautiful and lively, and yes, thinking about how Tali and Missy got each other pregnant still gives me a headache.
Still, the two months or so after the spate of births gave me and the rest of the [Eldest] a chance to catch our collective breath and brace for two more important births. Namely, Una’s fawn by Sixth, and Windimere’s egg by my mate.
Westersloe and Westie had been spending a lot of time up by Windimere’s den, getting Westinghouse acquainted with her before Westersloe fosters him to the wyvern for flying lessons. When I asked my husband why he didn’t transmogrify and do it himself, he reminded me of the trap that prolonged transmogrification can set for the unwary.
He also said, with some embarrassment, that his skills in wyrm-flight were certainly not up to teacher-level. That's as may be, but from what Stella told me, Windimere had no complaints. Then again, she may have been hot for teacher.
And, of course, five straight days of mid-air venery would be a sufficient test of one’s skills, I should think.
Before you ask, I have no complaints either, thank you very much.
In accordance with Elfhamian tradition, Sixth was banished from the [Annex That is Not the Annex] while his fawn was born. A lively and hungry buck, in fact, which pleased Una greatly. She immediately told me, Tessie and the midwives that he would be the Seventh of His Name.
The fact that he was a buck-fawn also pleased me because it wouldn’t pose any more possible obstacles to Stella being the [Heiress of Elfhame]. Unless, of course, Westersloe had some by-blow daughter lurking in the wings somewhere.
And if that occasion ever did arise, he had better look to his whitefur.
[Note appended to manuscript: “Point taken, [precious mate].”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “That wasn’t a denial, love.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “I’ve said No before, Anastasia. Elves Don’t Lie.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “No, but they can forget.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “ . . . “]
Word was sent by Elf-mind to Sixth to come see his son (and to Westersloe to come see his grandfawn), and by the time he’d gotten to the house he had many of the younger bucks and quite a few wolves escorting him. The frogs in the pond started croaking in rhythm and the entire group of mels burst into song
”Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Friend through thick and thin
Ahhhh-aaaah
Ahhhh-aaaah
Watch that rolling pin!
Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Always wears a grin
Ahhhh-aaaah
Ahhhh-aaaah
Watch that rolling pin!
When he gets in a scrape
He makes his escape
With the help of his friend
A tod with a jape
Then away with pep
And his great grandpa's rep
While Tessie and Una
Try to stay in step with
Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Causes quite a din
Ahhhh-aaaah
Ahhhh-aaaah
Watch that rolling pin!
Watch that rolling pin!
Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Friend through thick and thin!”
Westersloe finally succeeded in getting them all to shut up before he, Sixth and Westie went inside.
It was one of the few times I saw Sixth cry, but it went by quickly and he said, “[Truly it is a great blessing from the Lady Who Made the Shining Land that I should be so doubly blessed as to have a loving wife and equally-loving companion, and triply blessed to have sired three healthy sons, and though two of my sons take after their mother, for the which I am ever grateful to the Lady, I shall love all three with equal portions of my heart and spirit.]”
The Ashearth Sisters were between pregnancies, but they had been begging me for a while to take up some of the wetnurse duties for all of the new children in the Household (well, maybe not Westinghouse; those teeth still looked more than a little intimidating and he had been born eating solid food). I had told them that I would present their offer to all five of the new mothers.
That left Windimere.
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Matt:
I’ve only rarely heard Low-chan as angry at me as she sounded right then, so as soon as I stepped outside I looked up, half-expecting to see the Musashi hovering high overhead with her main gun on hot standby.
When I say ‘hot standby,’ I mean it – it cranks up enough energy as it charges that it can ionize the air around the muzzle. Skies were clear, though, which was only slightly reassuring.
“THERE YOU ARE!”
Low was pacing back and forth, fists clenched and her tail cocked. It was an intimidating enough sight to ensure that anyone attracted by her shouting would keep back to a safe distance.
I paused about two meters away and put my paws at my sides. “Yes, dear?”
She marched up until she was nose to nose with me and she started a long tirade in Old Low Martian, at a volume and cadence that reminded me of a religious chant.
You know, the kind you hear right before the knife comes down on the victim.
I decided to be direct. “I’m sure you’d regret that the next day, sweetie. I’m rather attached to those parts, so why not tell me what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” she said. “What’s wrong,” and her voice dropped to a venomous hiss, “is that you’re off your Precautions again.”
I stepped back and put my paws up. Only about chest-height; I’m not French after all. “Wait, what? What the hell are you on about?”
Low-chan lowered her temperature from exploding supernova to exploding warp core and said, “Delgado says I’m pregnant. Again.”
“And you think – oh, no, not no but hell no, Low-chan,” I said. I stepped closer to within half a meter, almost dangerously close if you know anything about Low-chan even if she isn’t in one of her moods. I kept my eyes on hers as I said, “You know as well as I do that after – well, the last time – I went back on the pill.” I raised a finger. “And I haven’t stopped taking them. You can check.”
Exploding warp core dropped to reactor meltdown, then to ruptured steam boiler, and finally her ears and tail drooped and she muttered, “I don’t know – and if you start going on about ‘divine intervention’ I swear I’ll – “
I kissed her.
Right on the lips.
The storm broke, and I suddenly had her wrapping her arms around me, head buried against my shoulder, sobbing while I hugged her and stroked her hair and ears because that’s what you do when someone you love is hurting.
And after so many tries, to find that she’s pregnant again really hurts.
So I held her, and told her I loved her, and told her that Tali loved her, and that the three of us would get through this together, while I mentally made a note to have a word with Delgado. Just a word; I wasn’t going to do anything else, pinky swear.
When she finally stopped making my uniform all wet I asked her, “Are you going to be okay?”
She sniffled. “No.”
“Not until we find out what’s going on, and see what happens, you mean,” I said. She nodded. “Good. Now, you want to wipe your eyes and blow your nose so you can come up and see our daughters?”
Low-chan boggled at that before she finally chuckled. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”
“We have plenty of time.” I offered her my arm, as a gentleman always should, and we headed for the Lodge.
***
Winterbough:
Matt came into the Lodge with the mephitess that he calls his senior wife, and she seemed to be quite a bit calmer. To [little Toy]’s great satisfaction, Matt and Low-chan both very fastidiously wiped their feet before coming inside and going upstairs.
I still had no idea what all of the shouting was about.
Elf-mind? Well, we’ve already established that these people are opaque to my attempts to pry into what they’re thinking, and whether this is peculiar to Matt, Low-chan and Tali or to all Lowfolk is a matter of conjecture. I mean, I never bothered to use Elf-mind on the three Lowfolk femmes that Captain Jasper Chitterleigh’s father was trying to foist on him as a potential mate. In hindsight, I could guess that they were too stupid to have minds I could touch.
And in Jane, the Lowfolk Femme, the eponymous vixen never needed to have Elf-mind on her. She was traditionally too oblivious and air-headed.
Low-chan seemed amazed at little Diana and Rohsii, but congratulated all three mothers before returning to her junior wife and Missy. “So, you named her,” and she pointed at the kitten, “after your mother.”
Tali nodded, with a gleeful smile on her face.
The skunk-femme pointed at the baby wolfess. “But why ‘Diana?’ I know I don’t have any relatives by that name.”
The feline femme exchanged a glance with the wolfess. “Secret,” Tali said. “Strictly need-to-know.”
Matt just rolled his eyes.
“Well, as long as everything’s on the green – “ Low-chan said.
“And it is,” Tali said, snuggling her pup.
“ – Then Diana it is, and she’ll be loved,” and the mephitess leaned over and gently kissed the baby wolfess on both cheeks. A moment’s hesitation, and she repeated the gesture on Missy’s kitten.
I tip-hoofed out of the room to make sure that Chef Ernest knew that there’d probably be more guests for dinner. That didn’t apply to any members of the [Doe-Moot], of course; despite any evidence to the contrary such as Anastasia’s telling them about the ermine’s skills in the kitchen, most of the does were convinced that no mel ever born was capable of supplying a table better than an Elfhamian doe.
They’re just like that.
***
Anastasia:
Things did settle down after Tessie’s twins were born, and after Ooo-er, Missy and Tali all had their children. They’re all beautiful and lively, and yes, thinking about how Tali and Missy got each other pregnant still gives me a headache.
Still, the two months or so after the spate of births gave me and the rest of the [Eldest] a chance to catch our collective breath and brace for two more important births. Namely, Una’s fawn by Sixth, and Windimere’s egg by my mate.
Westersloe and Westie had been spending a lot of time up by Windimere’s den, getting Westinghouse acquainted with her before Westersloe fosters him to the wyvern for flying lessons. When I asked my husband why he didn’t transmogrify and do it himself, he reminded me of the trap that prolonged transmogrification can set for the unwary.
He also said, with some embarrassment, that his skills in wyrm-flight were certainly not up to teacher-level. That's as may be, but from what Stella told me, Windimere had no complaints. Then again, she may have been hot for teacher.
And, of course, five straight days of mid-air venery would be a sufficient test of one’s skills, I should think.
Before you ask, I have no complaints either, thank you very much.
In accordance with Elfhamian tradition, Sixth was banished from the [Annex That is Not the Annex] while his fawn was born. A lively and hungry buck, in fact, which pleased Una greatly. She immediately told me, Tessie and the midwives that he would be the Seventh of His Name.
The fact that he was a buck-fawn also pleased me because it wouldn’t pose any more possible obstacles to Stella being the [Heiress of Elfhame]. Unless, of course, Westersloe had some by-blow daughter lurking in the wings somewhere.
And if that occasion ever did arise, he had better look to his whitefur.
[Note appended to manuscript: “Point taken, [precious mate].”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “That wasn’t a denial, love.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “I’ve said No before, Anastasia. Elves Don’t Lie.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “No, but they can forget.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “ . . . “]
Word was sent by Elf-mind to Sixth to come see his son (and to Westersloe to come see his grandfawn), and by the time he’d gotten to the house he had many of the younger bucks and quite a few wolves escorting him. The frogs in the pond started croaking in rhythm and the entire group of mels burst into song
”Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Friend through thick and thin
Ahhhh-aaaah
Ahhhh-aaaah
Watch that rolling pin!
Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Always wears a grin
Ahhhh-aaaah
Ahhhh-aaaah
Watch that rolling pin!
When he gets in a scrape
He makes his escape
With the help of his friend
A tod with a jape
Then away with pep
And his great grandpa's rep
While Tessie and Una
Try to stay in step with
Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Causes quite a din
Ahhhh-aaaah
Ahhhh-aaaah
Watch that rolling pin!
Watch that rolling pin!
Sixth, Sixth, Sixth of the Greytor
Friend through thick and thin!”
Westersloe finally succeeded in getting them all to shut up before he, Sixth and Westie went inside.
It was one of the few times I saw Sixth cry, but it went by quickly and he said, “[Truly it is a great blessing from the Lady Who Made the Shining Land that I should be so doubly blessed as to have a loving wife and equally-loving companion, and triply blessed to have sired three healthy sons, and though two of my sons take after their mother, for the which I am ever grateful to the Lady, I shall love all three with equal portions of my heart and spirit.]”
The Ashearth Sisters were between pregnancies, but they had been begging me for a while to take up some of the wetnurse duties for all of the new children in the Household (well, maybe not Westinghouse; those teeth still looked more than a little intimidating and he had been born eating solid food). I had told them that I would present their offer to all five of the new mothers.
That left Windimere.
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File Size 1.23 MB
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Low : Finally! I'll be a MILF!.........wait....
Also....I'm getting the feeling that Low is a lot more dangerous than Tali.
Now for the questions:
1) So...Low is pregnant....is she going to be stuck in skunk form until the birth or...?
2) How is the baby going to turn out seeing that Low is not really a skunk? Worse yet , lowfolk or elf?
3) The Ashearth's are between pregnancies?! How many cubs do they have now (it was six between the two of them when last I checked)?!
4) Sixth and Stella are twins. How does the line of succession work if both got daughters? Does it work with seniority?
The questions about Low were left over from Wednesday.
Also....heh "Low" folk....
Also....I'm getting the feeling that Low is a lot more dangerous than Tali.
Now for the questions:
1) So...Low is pregnant....is she going to be stuck in skunk form until the birth or...?
2) How is the baby going to turn out seeing that Low is not really a skunk? Worse yet , lowfolk or elf?
3) The Ashearth's are between pregnancies?! How many cubs do they have now (it was six between the two of them when last I checked)?!
4) Sixth and Stella are twins. How does the line of succession work if both got daughters? Does it work with seniority?
The questions about Low were left over from Wednesday.
Also....heh "Low" folk....
1. Dunno.
2. Dunno about that either (but I expect Fuma thought of that).
3. Yeah, they're up to six now. I think they're aiming for a football side (plus one sub).
4. In Elfhame, all inheritance runs through daughters. If Sixth had a daughter, it's likely that she would have had a claim on at least part of Stella's inheritance. That's why Anastasia was so insistent on Windimere juggling the egg temperature to have a boy.
2. Dunno about that either (but I expect Fuma thought of that).
3. Yeah, they're up to six now. I think they're aiming for a football side (plus one sub).
4. In Elfhame, all inheritance runs through daughters. If Sixth had a daughter, it's likely that she would have had a claim on at least part of Stella's inheritance. That's why Anastasia was so insistent on Windimere juggling the egg temperature to have a boy.
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