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Rachael sat peacefully in an armchair, crocheting and listening to some classical music. When she'd learned she was pregnant, she'd done her research! ... Well, actually, she stole a bunch of stuff first. Go with what you know.
But after that... well, after that she'd tried to kidnap the Oracle of the mountain. At the time it just seemed like an Oracle would be a useful thing to have so she could tell you what to expect when you were expecting. Didn't work out. Turned out Oracles were heavy and happy staying where they were. Nice lady though. She let Rachael stay a while.
But after the stealing, the attempted kidnapping, and some more stealing just to keep her hand in she definitely buckled down and did some research. By robbing a maternity store. Felt gratuitous considering how much money she'd stolen/saved up but Rachael was frugal and also sticking with what she knew.
The point was! Rachael had lost the point. Probably because of how relaxing it was to sit here in this chair, not overexert herself, and learn some actual domestic skills. The books had suggested a new, creative hobby could be good. She was actually pretty good at it! Turns out all her lock-picking and pocket-picking dexterity was good for other things too.
And she'd read that classical music was good because.... babies liked old music? She hoped that the 1812 Overture was old enough.
So until this baby was born, she was going to sit in her secret hideout with her massive pile of cash, learn to knit, scrapbook, glue popsicle sticks together and whatever else the books suggested! Listen to old music! AND JUST HAVE A WELL-EARNED RELAXING TIME!
Rachael was so very bored.
She'd grown up with a life of perils and mishaps and close escapes and captures and escaping jail and excitement! She was very bored right now!
So, sure, she waddled more than walked. She had to pee all the time. Her boobs were sore for some damn reason. But what would it hurt to go and do a little job? Steal a small thing? Steal the world's smallest violin? It was on display at the Museum of Tiny Art. Itself a tiny work of art-chitecture. She wanted it. Why didn't she already have the world's smallest violin? What if she had to mock someone's sadness?
God, she could not go another day without stealing that violin.
She waddled to her closet and got out her stealing clothes.
...
They didn't quite... fit.
She'd managed to eventually wiggle into the pants. But no amount of tugging would keep her nice $900 tactical turtleneck from riding up her belly.
She was Rachael Reynard, the Ringtail Rascal. She didn't mind looking silly but this was silly!
What was she thinking? Was she going to waddle on down to the Museum of Tiny Art with her very pregnant belly hanging out just to steal a little something because she was a little bored?
Rachael admitted to herself that maybe, she shouldn't be running around and climbing and safe-cracking in this state. If she couldn't wear her stealing clothes, then what was even the point! She had standards! Not many but some!
(Also, she felt worn out just from fighting the pants and very much wanted to sit back down in that comfy chair again.)
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When I first posted that pregnant Rachael picture, I suggested that it was the end of her story and that she would settle down on her giant pile of ill-gotten gains to raise her kid. At the time, that was all the Rachael pictures I had so she could gracefully bow out that way.
But Rachael is too fun to leave on the table and I wound up getting other pictures. Which I usually gave little stories placing them before that pregnant Rachael picture. Just filling in what happened before she retired.
She doesn't retire easily either. She's shown up in a couple of the picture descriptions, suggesting she's still working even with an obvious belly.
Anyway, that's why I thought of this picture. Rachael not fitting her old stealing outfit anymore.
Probably the clearest view of said outfit in all the pictures I've commissioned! Usually its torn up or obscured by a sphinx butt.
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Rachael Reynard owned by me
Art by
Double_Slime
But after that... well, after that she'd tried to kidnap the Oracle of the mountain. At the time it just seemed like an Oracle would be a useful thing to have so she could tell you what to expect when you were expecting. Didn't work out. Turned out Oracles were heavy and happy staying where they were. Nice lady though. She let Rachael stay a while.
But after the stealing, the attempted kidnapping, and some more stealing just to keep her hand in she definitely buckled down and did some research. By robbing a maternity store. Felt gratuitous considering how much money she'd stolen/saved up but Rachael was frugal and also sticking with what she knew.
The point was! Rachael had lost the point. Probably because of how relaxing it was to sit here in this chair, not overexert herself, and learn some actual domestic skills. The books had suggested a new, creative hobby could be good. She was actually pretty good at it! Turns out all her lock-picking and pocket-picking dexterity was good for other things too.
And she'd read that classical music was good because.... babies liked old music? She hoped that the 1812 Overture was old enough.
So until this baby was born, she was going to sit in her secret hideout with her massive pile of cash, learn to knit, scrapbook, glue popsicle sticks together and whatever else the books suggested! Listen to old music! AND JUST HAVE A WELL-EARNED RELAXING TIME!
Rachael was so very bored.
She'd grown up with a life of perils and mishaps and close escapes and captures and escaping jail and excitement! She was very bored right now!
So, sure, she waddled more than walked. She had to pee all the time. Her boobs were sore for some damn reason. But what would it hurt to go and do a little job? Steal a small thing? Steal the world's smallest violin? It was on display at the Museum of Tiny Art. Itself a tiny work of art-chitecture. She wanted it. Why didn't she already have the world's smallest violin? What if she had to mock someone's sadness?
God, she could not go another day without stealing that violin.
She waddled to her closet and got out her stealing clothes.
...
They didn't quite... fit.
She'd managed to eventually wiggle into the pants. But no amount of tugging would keep her nice $900 tactical turtleneck from riding up her belly.
She was Rachael Reynard, the Ringtail Rascal. She didn't mind looking silly but this was silly!
What was she thinking? Was she going to waddle on down to the Museum of Tiny Art with her very pregnant belly hanging out just to steal a little something because she was a little bored?
Rachael admitted to herself that maybe, she shouldn't be running around and climbing and safe-cracking in this state. If she couldn't wear her stealing clothes, then what was even the point! She had standards! Not many but some!
(Also, she felt worn out just from fighting the pants and very much wanted to sit back down in that comfy chair again.)
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When I first posted that pregnant Rachael picture, I suggested that it was the end of her story and that she would settle down on her giant pile of ill-gotten gains to raise her kid. At the time, that was all the Rachael pictures I had so she could gracefully bow out that way.
But Rachael is too fun to leave on the table and I wound up getting other pictures. Which I usually gave little stories placing them before that pregnant Rachael picture. Just filling in what happened before she retired.
She doesn't retire easily either. She's shown up in a couple of the picture descriptions, suggesting she's still working even with an obvious belly.
Anyway, that's why I thought of this picture. Rachael not fitting her old stealing outfit anymore.
Probably the clearest view of said outfit in all the pictures I've commissioned! Usually its torn up or obscured by a sphinx butt.
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Rachael Reynard owned by me
Art by
Double_Slime
Category All / Pregnancy
Species Raccoon
Size 1662 x 2217px
File Size 256.7 kB
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