“Fertile Hunting Grounds”

Fertile Hunting Grounds
by Unknown

>Chapter 1<

0 Months Pregnant

“Ha! I thought you were better than this, but it looks as though I was wrong… You’re sluggish, you’re getting tired, and that means nothing but death…!”

The words echoed in Latt’s mind, and in his ears. They were words that seemed to have been said to him far too many times in his short life, and if it wasn’t those exactly, it was something like them. “Too slow”, “Try harder”, “Be better”…

He raised his arm quickly, and a club smacked hard into the makeshift wooden vambrace that he’d strapped there… It caused a shock to run up and down his already scoured and bruised arm, but he ignored it in favour of swinging his own club at the exposed flank of his enemy…

“You’re going to have to try harder than that!” the booming, feminine voice above called out, followed by a strangely bassy giggle. Latt was working as hard as he could to get through the thugs that were swarming him at the warehouse’s entrance. Some had clubs, while others had blades. Thankfully, none were too eager to waste a precious bullet on him… But what the voice said was true… He was getting tired, and tossing his way through a seemingly endless river of armoured lackeys…

Would he even survive this…?

It seemed a cruel joke. He’d survived the end of the world, only to be beset by a bunch of morons wearing stop signs for armour…

The apocalypse had happened not with the expected bang of nuclear holocaust, nor some large meteor barreling into the planet at unfathomable speeds. It came with a gentle whimper. A lab accident, so the smartest ones theorized, which unleashed some virulent and terrible biological weapon, which swept across the lands, and quietly killed a few billion people in their beds…

Those few who were immune by some quirk of genetics woke up one day in a daze, to find they’d slept through the end of the world thanks to the latent effects of the virus. For a time, the muddling effects made it hard to know which memories were a dream, and which were real… More people died then, thanks to not being able to get needed medication or care. And that left the few who were healthy enough to survive in a world that was simply… empty.

Latt was one such ‘few’. He woke up in a hospital bed one day, and could barely remember anything. He took his name from the jumble of letters and numbers on a band that was fastened tightly around his wrist. He found food, water, and then began to roam. What else was he to do…?

He soon found that he had certain abilities that were not immediately apparent, such as being trained in martial arts for apparently a few long time, if his speed and strength had anything to say. Brief flashes of a stern master standing over him occasionally came to the forefront of his mind, ordering him to try harder, move faster… And so he did. Urged forward by some vague glint of a need for justice, he traveled alone, and stopped small bands of criminals where he found them. It was perhaps pointless, given there was no longer even jails to put these thugs into… But it was what he chose to do, regardless.

It had lead him across the lands, to here. An old, abandoned warehouse on some river, tucked way out in the crest of some overgrown and green hills. He didn’t know where he was; it could have been America, Europe, Asia, Russia, even Madagascar for all he knew… But he’d been pointed towards the warehouse by a frightened man, hiding within a dingy house, who claimed that a horrible she-beast lived in the warehouse, and terrorized the world around her with her band of thugs. Needless to say, Latt had gone onwards immediately to stop her…

And had ended up here: Surrounded by at least a dozen well armoured and well equipped men, brandishing their blunt objects and blades…

But he wasn’t about to end here.

With a sharp thrust of his arm, he shoved back the crowd, and made himself some room. Kneeling briefly, he snatched up one of the clubs, and then came up swinging. One thug went down immediately, whilst another stumbled away and collided into a wall. The rest of course swarmed him again, but this time, he was prepared. He slammed the club into a knee, whilst pushing a retrieved knife into a thigh. A swipe here, a kick there, and a curled fist to a face in the back…

Within a minute, he had dropped the rest of the thugs. They lay scattered all about, clutching at wounds, whilst Latt panted weakly… But still, he lifted the club and pointed it at the rafters, preparing to call out the leader…

But he never got a chance; she came down on her own…

The virus had been a monstrous thing. It was never fully understood, even by those who created it. It attached directly to DNA strands and broke them down, forcing the body to kill itself from within…

But on rare occasions, the DNA was able to repair itself, and the result was the strangest, perhaps most terrible of things…

Standing in front of Latt, grinning down at him with a face of razor sharp fangs, was a wolf. A female and anthropomorphic wolf, to be exactly, who stood at over 7 feet tall, and on two legs no less. Silvery grey fur covered all of her body, except for a pattern of it that hung down her back like a mane, which was snow white. Her muzzle long, her claws black, her eyes yellow, and her body only just covered by a loincloth and shawl, which draped down over ample breasts. She looked like she ate well, and why shouldn’t she? She was the alpha wolf here…

“That’s enough…” she said, in her ground shaking voice… “That’s all I needed to see…”

“F… Foul… Beast…” Latt said, between breaths. He’d fought a couple similar beasts, but none so fully formed or intelligent as this one seemed… “I’ve come to… To…”

“Slay me. I know, the idiots who hide nearby think I want to bite their bones and tear their flesh…” she’d say, rolling her eyes a bit. She noted the look of confusion on Latt’s face, and her muzzle of fangs was revealed once more in that wicked grin… “I am but a humble survivor, same as you all. I don’t kill indiscriminately. The men I’ve taken down were those who shot first…” she lifted her arms a bit, indicating the thugs around her, who were slowly pulling themselves up… “You might ask my comrades. Those who I’ve saved, those who I’ve nursed back to health. Why would they stay around me…?”

“Fear.” Latt answered, instantly, sitting up a bit… Though as he looked around, none of them seemed violent on their own. They were helping their friends, patching up wounds… Some had even removed their helmets to stare at him with odd curiosity… “Fear to…”

“To keep them in line…” snarled the wolf… “I am occasionally hard with them, yes… But it’s only to assure that we remain civilized, and moral…”

The men around her nodded a bit. Not because they seemed coerced, but the looks on their faces instead said that they genuinely agreed… Latt was surprised, and blinked a couple times, stepping back…

“I see you realize that I’m correct…?” asked the wolf, crossing her arms over her chest… “Because if you do, I may move onto my next question… Will you join us…?”

“I… I don’t… Know.” Latt muttered, as he put his hand to his head… “It seems very… Very surreal, to have found a pocket of kindly people in this day and age…”

“Let me entice you further then… With another offer…” the wolf lifted her arms a bit… “This world is empty. Dying, perhaps? But we mustn’t let it…”

“How do we stop it? There are so few of us left…”

“It’s quite simple, actually…” she said, crouching a bit to look him in the eye… “We breed…”

Latt was instantly taken aback, but she lifted her hands a bit… “Hear me out. It seems odd, but I have been looking for one such as you. A strong mate, who would father a good litter. Many good litters, even… It would help the world, and all in it. And it would allow us to better reach our influence, to protect any who would prey on the weak…” she held out her paw… “What say you…?”

Latt blinked a few times, then looked down. On one hand, it seemed insane. To mate with a wolf, to create litters… To repopulate the earth, as it were… But was it so? At the very least, it would allow them to, as she had said, spread their influence. To better protect the weak… Perhaps it was not so insane after all…

“I suppose I have little to say against it.” he said, as he knelt briefly to set his club down, then stood… “I came to slay a beast. Instead, I ally myself with her…”

She watched him take her paw, then shook it firmly, giving a happy chuckle… “You won’t regret this, I can promise you that. But I am no beast… You will call me Alya…”

“Alya is a fitting name. I’m Latt.”

“Latt! My second hand will show you around our humble little base here, whilst I prepare certain things…”

Latt was guided away, was Alya grinned silently. Once he was out of sight, the she wolf glanced down quietly at one of the thugs, who stood next to her…

“Themis… Bring me my stash of those fertility pills we’ve been scavenging…”

“A dose of them, ma’am…?”

“No Themis… I said to bring the entire stash…”

>Chapter 2<

1 Month Pregnant

“A toast!” cried Alya, holding up a chipped pewter goblet, retrieved from some cathedral runes… “A toast, to the future, and to the children who will inhabit it!”

“Here here!”

It had been an entire month since Latt had joined the group. It was somewhat small, only about 16 men, (or so he’d counted). But they were determined, and also being lead by quite a powerful creature, which explained their success. Alya wasn’t just an agile creature; she seemed to always be two steps of whatever enemies she decided to make…

Latt, after his introduction, had been given a long tour of the tiny warehouse. They had living quarters, an infirmary, and one corner was even devoted to the attempted growing of crops in dusty soil. The one giving him the tour was quite happy to have him around, and wanted to clear a space on the second floor for him to give fighting lessons; no more bumbling around and swinging their clubs into each other’s’ heads…

However, the moment his tour ended, he’d felt a claw on his back, which lifted him effortlessly. He was yanked into the air, and carried by mama wolf up the stairs, and into her own private quarters…

“I-Is there a problem?” Latt asked, sharply. He didn’t appreciate being yanked around like a child’s doll, and was moreso worried that this female seemed to be able to lift 200 lbs like it was a child’s doll…

“Yes. You aren’t yet breeding me.” she snapped, as she dropped him on the simplistic army cot, then removed her sparse clothing, revealing the nudity that was only framed by a thin layer of her almost gossamer fur. Latt’s eyes batted only once. The clothing had left nothing to the imagination anyway…

“Excuse me? You expect me to just… What, mount you now?” he tsked… “I thought you were a more civilized beast than that…”

She snarled at him, kicking the door closed behind her, before towering over him… “Perhaps you would do well to realize what your place is…”

“Or perhaps you would.” Latt would say, crossing his arms. He wasn’t going to be intimidated by her… “After all, what you’re wanting from me is quite an intimate act. One usually done out of love, not out of want to create children.”

The female stared at him dumbly down her narrow muzzle, not understanding that. Latt grinned, then laughed… “Oho…! You don’t have any idea about romance, do you…?”

“I…! I don’t need to know romance…! We are fighting to survive…!” she snapped her jaws, again coming mere inches from his face… He smirked, and pushed her muzzle a bit to the side… “You wish me to breed, but you won’t even let me love you? I might just take back my offer…”

The female huffed sharply, and turned to cross her arms over her chest in frustration. The male couldn’t help but grin wide, as he stood and lightly rubbed his hands on her somewhat thin, but potentially rotund hips… “I will give you what you want. But you must give it in return…”

“What does THAT mean?” she asked, looking back at him with what was doubtless supposed to be a glare… but came off far more as a pout…

“I will breed you. But you must learn to romance me afterwards. You understand that…?”

The female rolled her eyes, the red blush only barely hidden underneath her fur… “Fine, fine… Let’s get on with it…!”

Latt grinned silently from his place at the table they’d set up. It was now a month after that first incident, and he was quite pleased to think of the various things that had happened since. He’d forced a kiss from her, in front of her men… He’d swatted her tail end, just before they’d gone into battle… So many little courtship things that made the tall wolf blush just at his sight…

But that wasn’t what they had called the special dinner for. They had pulled out special scavenged wine, and their men had made a delicious dinner for all. Extravagant to be sure! But the times called for it…

Latt and Alya’s mating had been a success. At least, that’s what the resident doctor could tell. Morning sickness, sensitivity on her teats, and most of all; the slight slope that had appeared on her front. The doctor was slightly alarmed that she was ‘as big’ as she was, but Alya barely noticed it. She was ecstatic to have succeeded…

The female’s mate silently stared across at her. She looked quite different when she wasn’t in her usual battle garb of the simple loincloth and chest wrappings; instead, today, she wore a dress. A white, sleeveless thing that was difficult for her to squeeze into on the best of days. But with her extra weight, and her exuberance, the dress which would normally be an evening gown that fell down to a woman’s ankles, instead stretched and strained around the wolfish female’s muscular thighs, threatening to hike above her rotund hindquarters at any moment. It was only the hole cut for her tail that really held it down…

It was difficult for any male to concentrate on food, when such a sensual display was given…

“Latt.” Alya said, snapping her claws briefly… “If you would come to me soon, please?” she turned softly, and walked up the stairs. The male glanced down, and noted that her food was already devoured. Everyone else’s was barely touched. It was perhaps something important, so he dabbed his lips with his napkin, then stood, and followed her up to her room.

He entered her room, to pause and look slightly surprised. He found that a card table had been set up. On either side, a plate with a steak. And in the middle, a vase with a single flower. A dandelion, actually, but one couldn’t be too picky in the post apocalypse.

Alya stood behind her seat, clearing her throat, and turning her head a bit. She was trying to look regal, but in reality, she merely looked shy. Embarrassed…

“What’s this?” Latt asked, leaning against the doorframe with a silent grin on his face…

“It’s our own personal celebration.” she said, stiffly, clicking her narrow jaws… “I thought we deserved it, with the success of… Of our…”

She paused when he got close, staring down at him confusedly. He said nothing for a few seconds, before he stood on tiptoe, and kissed her muzzle gently.

She blinked, and stared down at him, eyes wide. Her blush finally shown through her fur, as she pressed her hands to her hips. He merely smiled, then kissed her again…

“You know what I think that deserves…? Adding a few more puppies to that litter…”

He was tossed on the bed, and his offer taken up almost instantly…

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>Chapter 3<

2 Months Pregnant

“Hyper Fecund.” the doctor tried to explain to the she wolf he was following, who was moving around the base to take care of various things. She was also fully nude, which didn’t help at all. A couple crashes in the background showed that people were looking at her, rather than watching where they were going…

“I’m not fetid. You are getting dangerously close to being hung for those kinds of words…”

“No no no… FECUND. It means ‘of the quality or purport of having children’…”

“After our recent encounters? Yes. And hyper? Yes indeed. Thank you.”

“No, you’re not understanding what I’m saying. Those pills are mutating you at a rapid rate. They’ve added hyper fecundity to your body…”

“I don’t understand what the problem is here…” the wolf said, suddenly turning around and glaring down at him, hands on hips. She was, as said before, nude. It was because her loincloth no longer fit around her waist, which had expanded more than a few inches outwards. To all around, it was very obvious she was pregnant now, with her belly about the size of a normal half term mother. Her chest was freed because the wrap she normally used was beginning to squish far too much milk out, and hurt the already sensitive orbs that hung there…

“Of course I’m very able to have children. Any idiot can tell you that, just by looking. Why are you here again if you’re going to make such obtuse observations?”

“Because, ma’am!” he said, quickly tapping his chart… “It means… It means you’re able to conceive, even while pregnant. I’m 80% sure of it.”

The wolf’s yellowed eyes stared down at him, before glancing away briefly. She seemed to think for a few seconds, before looking down at him…

“I still don’t see the problem…”

“T-the… Well, if you keep mating…”

“I’ll keep producing children.” she said, hands on hips… “And that was the goal, was it not…?”

“Yes, but… At the rate you’re growing, I think we vastly underestimated your base fertility. I think I moved a decimal point wrong, and…”

“Shush. The only thing you’re telling me at the moment is good news, and you’re acting like we need to stem the tide of it. I can assure you we won’t…”

“But you could burst…!”

“I am Alya.” she nearly roared, thumping her fist to her swollen chest. She only barely held in the wince of pain, and did not hold in the small squirt of milk it produced… “I am the strongest of forebearers to the new world! Mother supreme! I could hold a thousand children, and I will be fine…!”

“Are you sure about that…?” asked the doctor, nervously…

In response, the wolf bristled, then kicked him in the shin. It was light enough not to do anything but bruise him, but he began to hop and shout in pain anyway…

“Go focus on treating THAT, doctor.” she huffed through her nose, before turning to stomp away…

A few minutes later, the door to the warehouse was slowly pushed open. Alya instantly was at attention, prepared to fight if need be… But it was merely Latt, returned from a scavenging run…

“You’re back.” Alya said, standing straighter… “Did you have a fruitful hunt?”

“I hope so.” Latt said, hefting the backpack on his back a bit… He barely had time to explain himself any more, before he was once more lifted by the back of his shirt, and carried up to the bedroom…

When he was set down, he huffed a bit. But he’d long since stopped asking her to do that, since it seemed so ingrained in her routines to carry men that way… “I searched maybe a dozen stores. I got whatever I could…”

The wolf was barely listening. Her nose was pressed into the backpack as she dug about, and eventually came up with a large bra, and short skirt…

“What are these…?” she growled loudly… “Slutty clothes for a circus performer?”

“It’s a bra. It’s no different than what you usually wear, except it’s shaped for pregnant breasts…”

“Bah!” she said, tossing them aside. She dug for a few more seconds, before yanking out a long sleeved maternity dress… “What… What is this?! This would make me look like a housewife…!”

“It’s a maternity dress. What do you want from me?”

“Better than this!” she grumbled, dumping out the entire bag, nudging aside the cocoa butter and diapers to search through the clothes. She found a sundress, many more bras and panties, more maternity dresses…

“These are all wrong…” she complained, as she pulled one up to look it over. not only were they indeed frumpy maternity dresses, but they were human sized as well. They’d barely fit her…

“Look, Alya, it’s what you’re going to have to wear now. You can’t go around naked anymore. Our men barely function when you have your ass covered up. We’ve spilled at least a month’s worth of food because some drip was staring at you when you were bent over…”

“I’ll whip them until they decide they aren’t attracted to me before!” she growled, snapping the dress tight in her claws…

“Yeah? I don’t think that’s going to work. I’m pretty sure it would make the situation worse.”

“How would-!? …oh.” she grunted, rolling her eyes and tossing the dress down… “You men… All alike…”

“Hey now…” he said, reaching up to rub her hips, then her belly… “You’ll be fine. No matter what you put on, you’ll still be the most ferocious beast this side of the river. Alright?”

She crossed her arms and grunted as her answer, but Latt knew her by now. He knew that if he continued rubbing her belly, he’d eventually have her more than a little worked up. And indeed, before long, her leg was twitching, and her eyes were darting about…

“Now put on one of those dresses for me, and meet me down stairs…”

“Fine. But under protest.” she muttered…

Latt bowed, then exited the room. It took more than an hour for her to finally emerge. The men all looked up as she did, to find she’d chosen a black maternity dress. Meant for human women of more usual size, the thing was stretched over her almost painfully. Already, her gut pushed the slack on the front of the thing out to nearly a tearing point. Her chest was barely contained, threatening to spill out, and as she walked down the stairs, she had to push the skirt down quite a few times over her rotund backside. Despite it being extra long, it didn’t even reach halfway down her thighs with how she was stretching it…

“What are you all staring at?!” snarled the wolf, as she came to a stop in front of Latt. The men jumped and instantly went back to work, as Latt grinned silently up at her…

“You look stunning…” he said, as he took her hand… “You really do.”

“Shut up and take me to the training grounds…” she snapped, and Latt giggled as he complied, but not before he had to hide his own shame when she said…

“These stupid lacy panties are riding up something awful…”

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>Chapter 4<

3 Months Pregnant

Alya was a temperamental thing. This was for absolute sure, and none of her men would hesitate to say it, so long as they were sure she wasn’t in earshot. Yet, she was also fair. Perfectly so. She would sever her own paw without hesitation, if she ever thought she injured one of her men without cause. Yes, they were intimidated by her. Yes, they carried her orders out with no question. But each man knew they had a safe roof over their head when Alya was at the helm.

None of them was prepared for the hormones.

When Alya’s growth spurt hit, there was no window on the warehouse that remained unshattered. The first human victim of her rage was a poor chef, who DARED to give her three strips of chicken, instead of two. The absurdly reaching implication that she was overweight had her railing on him for hours, screaming down at him as though he’d tried to poison her. And of course, afterwards, she collapsed into a sobbing mess, holding the chef close to her and apologizing over and over, until she was distracted by Latt.

Latt! Poor poor Latt had gotten the absolute worst of it. He had to share a room with the woman, after all. He was starting to get frustrated over the amount of days he’d woken up hanging by his ankle, covered in tears, or completely naked, and straddled by a 7 foot tall and pregnant wolf woman…

One of her tantrums was being thrown today. Latt held a tray of tea and ice cream, and he stood in front of the men, huddled in a worried group. He was telling them to be calm, but even his hands shook just a bit at the thought of going in…

“Now, um… It’s all going to be 100% fine…” he repeated, for the umpteenth time… “But… Uh, but… If you should hear me shout something out of the usual… Let’s say, Sharkfin… then you come bursting in. Don’t try to hurt her! Just… just, uh… pry my remains from her claws, so we can have a proper burial.”

The collective gulp of worry the group gave was enough to make Latt quiver a bit more. Still, he was wearing his full suit of armour. He would be fu… fine.

He walked forward, and carefully pushed open the door. The female was crouched in the corner, wearing a maternity dress that had been nigh torn to shreds in her frustration, and slowly rubbing her belly. The thing looked just below full term, and heaved with every step… The doctor warned her daily that she was going to regret her size before the end. Perhaps she already did…

“What do YOU want…” Alya snarled. Her luminous eyes revealed that she’d been crying, and was doubtless flipping sharply between the baleful and furious sides of things…

“I just brought you a little treat, my dear. Tea, and some sweets…”

“I don’t want it…”

Latt cleared his throat a bit, attempting not to comment on the fact that her ample bosom poked out from the many tears and shreds she’d made to one of the precious few dresses she had. Her belly was exposed fully, but given the thing’s swelling size, perhaps that was more a blessing in disguise… He shook himself back to reality and walked forward. He sat the tray down at her feet, then took a step back. At first, she didn’t move, but the cravings were too much for her. So she reached down to pick up the bowl of confectionary, and start to eat at it…”

“It’s been a tough month for us, hasn’t it?” he asked, carefully starting to strafe her a bit, trying to get closer and closer…

“We lost a few supplies to exposure, because someone broke the windows…” she grumbled, through a mouthful of sweet… “They’ll have to be replaced…”

“I’ll go on a supply run soon, don’t worry…” he said. Her eyes darted to him, and instantly he cringed at the mistaken words. But what was he to do? It was like walking through a desert, where stepping on a select few grains would set off a trap: The triggers were everywhere, invisible, and potentially unavoidable…

“You’re leaving… Aren’t you…?” she said, her voice dangerously low. The calm before the storm…

“I am to…” he started, but he stopped immediately to dodge the bowl thrown at his head…

“I KNEW IT! THERE’S SOME OTHER GIRL! Where is she?! I’ll break that whore in half…!”

“Alya! I just meant that I’m leaving to get more supplies! Not…!”

“A likely story!” she snarled, suddenly coming up in front of him and staring down with eyes aflame… “Tell me who it is!”

Instead, Latt ducked, and swept her legs out from under her. She gasped, but was in fight mode immediately, rolling and crouching to prepare her counter attack. Latt jerked forward and attempted to place a blow on her shoulder, but she countered with a swing of her own, to his leg. The two were suddenly entangled, and tearing at one another. Yet, both also knew who it was they were opposing, and by this point, neither one was willing to actually harm. So they wrestled about… Their clothes became torn, her’s disintegrating into white specks of fabric almost instantly, for all the damage that was already done… They slammed down on one another violently…

Outside, the men nervously listened to the rancorous roughhousing. The lead one perked a bit when the thumping finally stopped, and there was nothing but silence…

“One of them won…” he said, under his breath. The others all gripped their clubs a bit tighter…

“Wait…” said the leader, holding up a gloved hand… “I can hear someone’s voice… I think it might be Latt’s… No, Alya’s… No, wait… Wait? They’re conversing…?”

“What are they saying?” the crowd said, hushedly…

“They’re saying… ‘It was just a matter of time… we needed a way to release all those nasty hormones causing you to be so uppity… I’d only wish I’d thought of it sooner… It was as obvious as a…'”

The leader gasped and stood straight… “OBVIOUS AS A SHARKFIN IN THE SURF!” he cried out. The men rallied and surged forward, suddenly tumbling against the door and busting it down. As they collapsed in, each of them that could stand held up their weapons, looking around, prepared for the worse.

What they saw, once they calmed down, was Latt. He was reclined in the bed, his clothes and armour strewn about the room, and his lower half covered by the blanket. He looked up at them bemusedly. Alya was sat next to him under the covers, her clothes ALSO removed, and a stern look on her face…

The lead henchman took in what was going on, then stammered weakly before saying “S-Sharkfin, sir!”

The she wolf and her lover looked at one another, then burst out laughing…

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>Chapter 5<

4 Months Pregnant

“It’s not good for you. I shouldn’t have allowed it…” Latt growled sharply, as he lowered himself a bit more in the bush…

“I’m not going to sit cooped up all day. I must hunt, it is the way of my kind…” answered his furtive mate, crouched alongside him…

“Your kind didn’t exist until a few months ago!”

“Well they will exist in far more number before I die! I want to establish their traditions and-“

“Shhhh!”

The two silenced, and crouched down a bit more. This was inherently difficult for Alya at this point, since her pregnancy had progressed so well in such a short time. At 4 months, she had the belly of someone overdue. Full term, and then some. The massive mound jutted from her hips and even pushed her breasts apart slightly. And she wasn’t even halfway done with the gestation…

She managed to squat, however, with belly scraping the grass below, as she peered out of the bush at their prey; a nearby general goods store that they’d been slowly ransacking through the months. But now, some band of goons had taken residence in it, and were quite happy to burn inefficiently through supplies and waste them…

“I count at least a dozen. Maybe more in the back…” Latt whispered, once the one who had walked out of the store re-entered… “We should go back, get our own force, and take them down. They’re no good for anyone. They look like criminals to me, especially…”

“If we go back, they’ll only waste more of the food.” Alya said, glancing over at him… “We should strike now, while the iron is hot…!”

“Are you insane? Two against that many? No let me rephrase; one and his heavily pregnant mate against that many?”

“Watch it…” she growled, “I’m just as spry as I was when I was svelte…”

“We’re not having this discussion. You’re not fighting…”

“Not even this one who is coming close to our hiding place?” she asked…

Latt instantly looked up, but saw nothing. He blinked in confusion, and looked back… Only to find Alya had disappeared when his back was turned. Looking around frantically, he managed to spot the female; stalking across the roof of the store…

“God dammit!” he snapped, and stood, sprinting across the street. He had to protect his future, and his mate, from doing something insane. And the only way he knew how has being doing something even more insane; he slammed the front doors open, crashing the party of the miscreants…

They all looked over at him. He was a sore thumb at the moment; wearing white and bareheaded, while all the others favoured grungy black and helmets. They stared at him, dumbfounded that anyone would be so bold as to just leap into their front door…

“You have a problem, son?” one of the bigger and meaner gang members asked. He stood slowly from the cart of frozen peas he was sitting on, arms crossed and a glare on his face…

“Uh… Yes. We’re the owners of this store, so… You’d better get out…!”

Latt was met with the expected uproarious laughter, the many hooligans pointing and guffawing at his apparent meekness… It might have ended badly there, if the baddies didn’t suddenly stop their laughing. They were distracted by a noise…

Drip… Drip…

They all began to glance around, turn up cups and look at counters, wondering where the soft noise was coming from. One gang member walked forward and winced as something ran down his forehead…

“What is it?” asked his friend, standing just next to him, as he wiped a bit off and put it to his nose…

“Don’t rightly know… It smells to me like…”

He blinked, and slowly lifted his head, to see the nude female in the rafters above. What little clothing she’d had was discarded in favour of a completely unfettered combat experience… And the source of the fluid? It ran down her chest, and dribbled off the end of her belly…

“Milk.” she snarled, before leaping down with a roar…

The battle began, and Latt could barely hold his own. Not because he was overwhelmed. After all, he’d taken on far more than these punks, just in meeting his mate. No, it was because while he held off three thugs at once, he was forced to watch as his naked, pregnant mate went commando on them…

She swayed like a drunken goose; feral, and yet skilled in pinpointing and striking her targets. She stumbled a few times, doubtless offset by the weight of her middle dragging her everywhere as she thrust her body into combat. Every knife that came at her had the arm attached to it grab, and tossed away. That wasn’t hard either, since doubtless, the villains themselves were distracted by the sensual display of a pregnant pair of breasts bobbing everywhere, splattering their milk across goggles and into eyes, whilst the belly itself became almost a makeshift weapon. Alya attempted to keep it still as she moved as gracefully as she could; but occasionally, the hefty thing dragged her when she spun too fast, and at least one thug was taken down by being slammed into a freezer by its judicious weight…

She panted lightly by the end of it. Latt walked up and attempted to support her, but she merely crouched down again, and held her midsection… She ground her teeth a bit, before glancing down to see a few new bruises forming on the sensitive skin, including a very distinctive hand mark on her chest. Perhaps a grope mark…?

“You feel better now?” Latt asked, sarcastically. Alya looked down at him and snapped her jaws in his direction, before wiping away a bit of drool… “Maybe I DO.” she said, though the trembling in her legs, and her falling to a sit, probably cut the wind out of those sails…

Latt merely grinned, and left her for a few seconds. He returned with a large tube of lotion, and a slab of meat that had been in the back. She dug into the latter eagerly, whilst Latt applied the former to her bruises gently…

“Perhaps after this…” Latte said, as he massaged her belly slowly… “No more rough housing until the end of the…”

He paused, his eyes widening a bit, as his hand froze. Alya had stopped too, half of a steak hanging from her mouth, as she stared down at her belly… Had they merely imagined…?

But no. In a few moments, there they were again. In small numbers at first, but then in droves…

Babies’ first kicks…

“The activity…” Latt said, as he slowly rubbed… “Must have woken them up…”

Alya said nothing. She merely looked smug, elated… But most of all, proud. She drew her arm up, and pulled Latt to her side to nuzzle up to him, whilst he happily continued giving her a belly massage.

The two enjoyed the quiet for a few moments. The quiet and peace that could only be experienced by sitting in a ransacked convenience store, amongst the fallen bodies of many defeated foes, sharing your childrens’ first kicks with your lover…

It’s the little things in life that make one happiest.

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>Chapter 6<

5 Months Pregnant

“She’s not coming out today, is she?” asked a thug, from behind his visor. The two were on guard duty, just in front of the large loading doors on front of the warehouse… “You owe me 5 from your stash. I told you she wouldn’t last this long…”

“The deal was…” the other said, pointedly… “That she wasn’t going to get out of BED by month 5. Maybe she’s still in her room, is all…”

“Oh yeah?” the second asked, turning to face him… “Well what does it mean? You know she’s usually down at the training grounds before any of the rest of us are even awake! So why wouldn’t she be out here, if she wasn’t bedridden?”

“I’m just saying!” the other said, also turning to face him, so the two were mere inches from one another for their heated argument… “We can’t confirm until one of us goes up there, and learns whether she’s actually still in bed or not!”

“Well is it going to be you? YOU made the bet!”

“Yeah, but it’s you who stands to gain! You should do it!”

“No, you should! I’m not going up to meet her!”

“Well then you’re not getting your winnings, are you?”

“Why don’t I take your head and shove it…”

The two suddenly paused as a shadow loomed over them. You could almost hear the sound of their minds snapping in two as they realized, and slowly turned to look up…

Sure enough, there was their esteemed leader, arms crossed silently over her swelled pair of bouncing breasts. Her belly was now outside the realm of believable. Before, and during the start of this month, she had a full term middle, with twins… Then triplets… Then quadruplets, ect.. The doctor even tentatively said that she was due… But the female had known far better than to claim that size meant she was going to drop her little ones…

So now, here she was. Her belly jutted out about 4 feet from her torso. Her breasts required a daily milking to make sure they didn’t simply gush over everything she tried to wear, which at the moment was a simple aviator’s jacket, barely straining to stay buttoned around the size of her chest, and a pair of panties. They made zero effort to cover her midsection. They knew they never would, unless they found a circus tent…

“Actually, I’ve been awake for hours.” she said, with a light growl, the bags under her eyes from the lack of rest she got, thanks to her little ones constantly waking her up through the evening, somehow making her even more intimidating…

“M-Ma’am!” one guard said, suddenly standing at attention. The other remained staring, stunned, though he was standing at attention too, in a certain way… “W-we didn’t see you at breakfast, or at training, ma’am! We assumed…”

“You assumed I was bedridden…” she growled, in a dangerously low voice… “No. I’m not going to be bedridden at any point during this pregnancy…”

“But…” he started to reply. However, the glare she gave instantly shut him up… “W… why…” he asked, changing the subject quickly… “Why were you, uh… Absent, ma’am…”

She leaned forward a bit, her eyes narrowing, as her belly and milk jugs hung now with her new posture. A lesser being would have collapsed from the weight, but Alya’s strength hadn’t been fettered by the growing of her hips…

“My doorway was too narrow. I was forced to wait as it was widened for me…”

The second thug signed his death warrant when he gave a bark of laughter at the image of her, their glorious leader, blushing like a schoolgirl as she tried to wedge her way through a doorway. But every time she tried, she was forced back by the width of her splendiferous middle…

He regretted the laugh instantly, as he felt a claw at the scruff of his jacket. He was yanked up sharply, and the other guard soon was as well, for good measure…

“M-Ma’am! Please! Think of your children! U-UGH!” gasped the first, as she started to carry the two through the warehouse…

“You two certainly are.” she growled through her fangs… “And unluckily for you, Latt is not here to temper my frustration…”

“Oh god…” the second one mumbled, clasping his hands… “Ma’am, you can’t kill us for this…! We didn’t…!”

“Shush…” she said, as she pushed open the refurbished door to her bedroom… “You’ll get what is coming to you…”

Latt arrived 3 hours later. He walked up the stairs with a duffle bag softly slung in his arm. As he glanced around, he saw quite a few of the men coughing and turning their heads in embarrassment, or perhaps fear… “What has she done now…” he thought, as he approached his bedroom, and pushed it open…

He found only Alya, lounging on her side and gently rubbing her center to soothe, or perhaps incite, the rabid kicking of her babies… She glanced up when he entered, and sighed in relief, quickly popping open her jacket and letting the overfull breasts spill out… “I had thought you weren’t coming back…” she complained…

Latt rolled his eyes softly and knelt next to her. He unzipped the bag, revealing a breast pump… “I had to go an entire town over for this…” he explained… “Before the virus, mothers would use this to fill bottles of breastmilk for their babies, so their nannies or fathers could still feed the baby natural milk if they were gone or busy… We’ll have to clear space in our walk in cooler, but we can do the same…”

“Can we? We would need quite a few bottles…” she said, wryly, as she turned the pump over a few times, her brow knit in confusion. She placed one cup of it over her mouth, like a breathing mask, before Latt took it and put it against her breast. She yelped a bit, eyes widening, as he turned on the small motor and watched as she was milked into a glass bottle he’d attached. Alya’s face went red, and she pushed her knees together, giving a slight grunt every time a bit of suction flowed through the pipes…

“O-Ohhh…” she said, leaning back… Latt sensed he would need to ‘fix’ her after she was done being milked, so he talked business now… “The town over still has a major research facility open. It is full of scientists still. They’re willing to lend us medical supplies for your labour… But at a price…”

“What… Price…” Alya asked, struggling to stay focused… Latt grimaced, and leaned forward. He spoke softly into her ear, explaining what the scientists expected of her… Her eyes slowly went wide…

“Did you hear that…?”

“Shut up…”

“We’re supposed to be on guard duty, you know…”

“Fine. YOU tell me what it was…!”

“It sounded like a wolf, howling. Like, angry. It almost sounded like it screamed ‘what?!’…”

“You’re an idiot. Wolves can’t talk.”

“…did you really just…”

“Look, at the moment??? I just want to focus on not breaking my back…”

“Yeah, I can’t take much more of this… My hips are killing me…”

The two guards still stood outside, vigilant and prepared to do their duty of defending the warehouse. Only now, they had the added ‘pressure’ of large beach balls filled with water, strapped tightly to their fronts…

It was going to be a long night…

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>Chapter 7<

6 Months Pregnant

“She arrives sir.”

“Good. I was getting worried with how the negotiations were progressing, but it appears we finally have our day in the sun.”

“Do you wish to go and meet her?”

“I believe I shall.”

As Latt had said, there was a large research facility one town over from where he had set his feet down with his mate. It had remained largely unscathed through the apocalypse, thanks to various security measures that were in place. It had its own generator, many layers of defense, and was large enough to hold over a hundred researchers at once. So after the virus had fallen upon the world, it had become quite a safe haven for any who were intellectually minded. Now nothing but 3 dozen scientists, working to study the effects of the virus upon the world, they had taken a keen interest to Latt’s claims that had had mated a two legged wolf, and created offspring.

Their leader was a somewhat gruff man, older and staunch in his careful preservation of the world’s knowledge. He had negotiated carefully with Latt over the last few weeks, and they’d finally reached an agreement. Now today, the she wolf herself arrived at their mighty fortress, for their perusal and study…

The man had been warned, however, that he was not dealing with a wild animal, nor a stupid one. This was a queen; a leader in the new world, just as much as him. He stood a bit taller as he saw a small caravan arriving. He also rolled his eyes as he saw the covered cart being drawn along by 8 men…

“You have a flair for the dramatic, I see.” The leader scientist said, clapping his hand gently. He was addressing the male, Latt, who sat atop the large coach, keeping watch… “Good afternoon, Dr. Ann. What do you mean?”

“Arriving in a covered cart, being drawn by 8 of her slaves? Ho ho… I suppose it’s an intimidation tactic at this point?”

“It was preferable to making a woman in her condition walk.” Latt said, thinly disguising his annoyance at the doctor’s assumptions. The scientist himself was about to rebutt, but he never got the chance.

Being mechanically minded, he noticed that the coach had been carefully modified. He didn’t realize, however, the intent of the modifications until they were revealed to him; the entire side of the coach opened, allowing its sole occupant to carefully extract herself from her seat, and stand tall…

He’d never seen such a sight in his life. Oh, his research team had certainly captured many two legged beasts like her, but never any that wore large jackets to cover up their heaving breasts. Never any that completely ignored any leg wear, besides a large pair of black panties. Never any who stood tall and proud with a belly on them of that size. Sticking out at least 6 feet, perhaps more, the thing heaved constantly with easily visible movement. It was as if she had swallowed 3 grown men, and by the look in her eyes, was still hungry for more…

“So you’re the Doctor who has our supplies…” she said, in a husky growl that made even the jaded old man jump… “And I’m to understand you won’t give them to us…”

She walked up to him, her footfalls heavy, and nearly breaking the ground underneath. Her men were used to such things. The scientists were not. When she arrived in front of them, she was forced to turn and side step the last little bit, lest she simply plow into them with her hyper center… “Well?” she asked, looking down at them…

“U-Uh… Uh. Yes. Yes, we… We have the drugs you need, and the equipment. Epidurals and a Y chair, and other things needed for birthing… We, um, we wished to give them to you, but…”

“But at a price.” she snorted, crossing her arms…

“Ma’am…” Dr. Ann said, clearing his throat… “If you would, um… Perhaps you would be more comfortable inside? We have a bit of a lunch set out for you, as it seemed the most respectful thing to do.”

She walked past him before he even had to finish that statement. The scientists had to stumble back, or be hit by the arc of her belly’s movement. She entered the fancy front door of the facility, thankful for the double doors, before knocking over a pair of metal detectors that she obviously couldn’t fit through. The men behind had different reactions; Alya’s crew was used to it, and seemed to enjoy watching the scientists remain too dumbfounded to react beyond slack jawed idiocy…

“Yes… Well. You had better, um, come in as well. I’m sure you are hungry as well.”

“We are.” one of Alya’s men responded… “What sort of spread do you have?”

Dr. Ann was slightly taken aback, but answered truthfully; “We’ve put together the best for our esteemed guest. A large cake, a few lobster we’ve managed to fish from the river and sterilize, and as many sides as we could spare…”

The men looked at each other, before back to the white coat… “Is that it?”

“Is that it?” Dr. Ann huffed loudly… “Well I never. It would be a feast, even if it weren’t the end of the world.”

Alya’s men laughed amongst themselves, before turning and heading into a nearby copse… “No offense to you Doc, but we’re going to catch our own dinner.”

The doctor stared, dumbfounded, as the gang of men left. He wasn’t sure what sort of band of hungry soldiers would refuse a free buffet, so he turned to Latt, who had remained stood there. Latt merely grinned… “I’m sure your questions will be answered, doctor, if you but head inside.”

Latt then did just that, leaving the scientists to mutter amongst themselves. The consensus seemed to be that at least there would be more food for them to save.

Oh, how naive…

When they entered, less than 5 minutes after Alya had on her own, they found a somewhat stunning sight. Latt was leaned in the corner, quietly picking at a piece of cake he’d managed to salvage from the otherwise nearly empty table. Dr. Ann hadn’t exaggerated; it really was a feast, fit for any sort of big party that could be put on. He expected it was enough to satisfy 50 whole people.

Or one heavily pregnant wolf.

The platters were all emptied. Every single one. Every lobster or slice of meat or tray of cubed cheese was demolished, leaving only crumbs and toothpicks in their wake. Alya stood at the end of the table, hovering over the last bit of food on the table, which was half of the massive party sized cake. Well, it used to be massive anyway. What was left was barely fit for a child’s birthday party, and still being eaten away. Alya was taking a square, slipping it into her mouth, and barely chewing before she lifted her muzzle a bit to swallow. Then the process repeated, and would repeat, until the cake was nothing more than a memory.

She licked her thumbs quietly and then picked up one of the napkins to wipe the crumbs from her face and hands. No mess, no food thrown against the walls or tossed from its tray. She was far too hungry to waste any food by being overly ravenous, and her body showed it. Doubtless, a normal wolf, or normal person indeed, would become potbellied just for the amount of food that Alya had scarfed down. But the female seemed barely changed. Every ounce of fat was either squirreled away by her young, or stretched thin over her bouncing middle. She would have chub for certain by the end of this, baby weight, but the first male to mention would probably find claws at their throat before they could finish the sentence…

“Fascinating…” Dr. Ann finally managed to breathe, as Alya waddled over to him, crumpling up the napkin and dropping it into the garbage can next to him. Once more, one of the scientists had to jerk aside or be smacked by her middle. To be fair, she wasn’t really clumsy or inconsiderate; she was just used to her own men giving her a wide berth…

“I will compliment you far enough to say that that was the most filling meal I’ve had in months.” said Alya, turning again to look down at him as her middle growled and gurgled… “It didn’t satisfy fully, but it’s better than 2 roast cows which are barely prepared.”

“W… Well I’m glad you were able to, um… Find something of ours to…”

“Doctors.” she said, lifting her paw and growling a bit… “I am not here to chat. We had a deal, and I want for it to be done, so I might go home and lay on my own bed.”

“Yes… Yes, of course, where are my manners?” he’d say, bowing a bit… “A heavily pregnant woman like yourself shouldn’t be made to work much. Rest and relaxation.”

“I will say, your insistence on addressing me with proper names is making me consider respecting you back. Rather than the fate that those who don’t respect me have found.” she said, with a soft snarl…

Dr. Ann paled a bit, but at least his fellow scientists had begun to take notes… “Please, this way…”

It was nearly an hour later, all the scientists from the facility had gathered in the auditorium. They were prepared for a lecture on the animal mutation which the virus had inspired, but none of them knew how far said lecture would go…

They had been listening to the preliminary information for awhile. Many had taken notes, or had been running smaller experiments on the side, at makeshift work stations. An aide softly whispered in the lecturer’s ear, and he cleared his throat… “If you would, ladies and gentlemen…” he said, and he got their attention… “My dissertation for the past hour or so has not been in vain, as I have a special, very interesting tidbit for today’s study…”

He stepped aside a bit, the spotlight trailing to the closed curtain beside him… “A live, intelligent specimen…”

The curtains parted, and there was Alya. She’d been asked to remove her clothes, forcing her to stand naked in front of an auditorium full of strangers…

The glare on her face showed what she thought about that…

“As you can see, we have a specimen of anthropomorphized Lupine decent, a ‘werewolf’, as it were. Will you state your name, miss…?”

“Alya.” she said, lifting her chin a bit. The entire auditorium, previously stunned silent, gasped in unison… “I am 6 months pregnant, with multiples obviously. I conceived naturally, with a fully normal human…”

The stunned silence returned. Although, now, it was probably more by the fact that she still had 3 months to grow…

“If I may? How many are you going to have?” one scientist asked from the back. Alya’s snarl turned a bit to a smirk, “I’d say enough to fill the seats in this place…”

The murmurs began, and they all began to take notes. Alya, on direction, turned slowly. She allowed them all to see her from every angle, to take pictures, and to study as closely as they wished. Well, until one asked to study the structure of her reproductive organs, to which the she wolf explained “I’ll tell you what; you can study them when I tear them into your own crotch!”

The auditorium was a bit quiet after that, and soon dismissed. Alya walked backstage, and sat down, huffing gently and leaning over her middle as it touched the floor… She ground her fangs, and wished everything didn’t hurt like a mother fucker…

“You alright?” Latt asked, appearing from seemingly nowhere to put a tall glass of water in front of her muzzle, on her belly. She stared at it for a second before she wrapped her claws around it, then downed it… “Fine…” she grumbled, handing it back to him… “How many more of these shows do I have to do…?”

“You act like you’re a stripper at a fetish club…” he laughed, as he knelt down to pull her panties up for her… “The doctor wants to run a few more tests on you, so you’ll be here all tomorrow…”

She growled loudly, and leaned back to put her arm across her eyes…

“Hey.” Latt said, patting her center a couple times… “Look at it this way; the more you get gawked at, the less pain you’ll have during birth…”

“Pain is pain, whether bearing down on children or being stared at whilst nude by strangers…”

“Well maybe I can do a few things to alleviate that pain.” Latt said, already beginning to run his magic fingers over her strained and distended midsection… “And I don’t need an audience…” he slowly smirked… “Unless of course you want one…”

Alya lifted her arm to focus her yellow eyes on him, her dull expression slowly turning to a smirk before she pulled him into a kiss…

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>Chapter 8<

7 Months Pregnant

Alya’s thugs were scrubbing as hard as they could at a large grounded swimming pool that was a mere mile from their warehouse. They brushed every corner of algae, removed every nest of crawdads, and soon had the tile looking pristine again. With this, they set up the pump and dropped the nozzle into the basin proper. With a filtration system, they could run water from the nearby river, and it would be clean enough to swim in…

They watched, nervously, as the thing filled up. One of the men could only think of how the thing would be perfect for swimming laps; not exactly an olympic sized pool, but it was owned by someone who was a passionate athlete, that was for sure.

But today, it would be used for something entirely new.

“Her coach is coming!” one of the men on lookout called out. The ones prepping the pool quickly dropped tablets of soap into the water, watching it foam, while another, who had been quietly inspecting a panel nearby, pushed two wires together. With a soft spark, the pool began to bubble…

It was perfect. The men had created exactly what they wanted to greet their mistress with; a nice, warm bubble bath…

They watched quietly as the coach pulled up. The female had been gone for a whole month. Every part of her aching body had been scrutinized by those mad scientists, but it had payed off; the birthing equipment was snuggly packed on the back of the coach. The coach, which as the men saw, was sagging quite low, and barely able to roll forward… It took 10 men to move it now, and the reason why was obvious…

Alya put her paw down on the grass, and then leaned forward a bit until her belly did the same. The thing jutted out at least 8 feet, and was now about 5 feet wide. The jacket she wore strained against the ample breasts that had swelled up in concert with her heaving, child filled belly.

And she wasn’t even full term yet…

“Wuff.” she grumbled, remaining in that restful position for a few moments, before reaching up to pop her jacket off. She hadn’t bothered with panties this time. Modesty went out the window when you were this size, and beyond that, each pair she put on was quickly ruined by the juices her bulging lips seemed to constantly exude…

“M-Ma’am.” one of the men said, saluting her… “We’ve… We’ve managed to clean and fill a pool for you. Warm water, soap, the works. We thought it would help relax you after your, erm… Business trip.”

“You thought right.” she said, though she didn’t move. The men looked at one another briefly, before back to her. She huffed again, before she stood up straight, and took a heavy step forward. Even her titanic strength, able to carry five men on her back and still laugh off their struggles, was having trouble with the weight that threatened her spine at every moment… But she wouldn’t take their help. And they didn’t dare offer it, unless she commanded they do so. They watched her step forward, slowly, to the edge of the pool, before walking down the steps and into the water. It didn’t take her long to collapse to a heavy sit, splashing out quite a bit of the fluids thanks to massive displacement…

“I began the final growth spurt while I was at that god forsaken laboratory. You can see the effect it has had on my body…” she said, lifting her paw a bit to tiredly wash her arms… She reached out a bit to scrub her belly next, the bags under her eyes showing how tiring it was to carry around so many pups… “I’ve an appointment with the doctor when I get back… I…” she blinked, and watched silently as she realized in horror that she couldn’t reach most of her center…

Her men stared awkwardly, before she snarled a bit… “Well!?”

They were instantly prepared. They hadn’t brought their large scrubbing brooms simply to clean the pool, after all. With the bristles now washed, they applied soap to them, and began to reach out into the pool to scrub her belly from all angles. Alya’s eyes rolled back a bit as they did; she couldn’t help herself. The skin on her taut middle was already sensitive, for being stretched so far. Now to have it scrubbed with warm water? She nearly passed out… Or, began to do other, not so innocent things… Thankfully, she had more restraint than that, and merely blushed as she imagined if she could still ride Latt without crushing him. Probably not. She’d have to allow him to bend her over some…

Quickly she shook the thoughts from her mind. They were only adding more steam to the water, after all. She instead refocused on the men, who were cleaning her pup filled center…

“A little lower.” she said, making one of the thugs jump. They weren’t used to sultry tones coming as suggestions, rather than demands. He did so instantly. The other men began to relax, and scrub a bit more carefully. A bit more… sensually…

The female continued to blush, draping her hands on her chest, and attempting to ignore the immense pressure that she felt from inside them. Every squish, no matter how gentle or rough, caused a spurt of milk. And every time she so much as shifted a leg, her pups would begin to kick and struggle all the more painfully. The best kind of pain…

Her legs hadn’t been able to close in a few weeks now…

She was beginning to think they never would…

With a soft gasp, she stood suddenly. Her belly splashed water all over the men standing there, causing them all to step back…

She turned and moved quickly to her coach. Though sopping wet, she sat down hard…

“Back to the base…!” she cried, and her men obeyed…

At the base, Latt was silently contemplating. Over the months, his somewhat sage direction had turned the place from a rusty hole to a place fit for a queen. His queen, in fact. Tile flooring was being installed, and the men’s quarters at the back began to look more like a five star hotel than a few dirty cots…

It gave him a bit of a dilemma. He wanted to place the birthing chair that he’d obtained, through Alya’s… work. He grinned a bit at that. The enclave of scientists had gone quickly from ‘academic detachment’ to ‘bend over, please, show us your hips’ within only a week. Latt had sworn not to tell, but Alya had wooed them all with quite the spectacular belly dance…

But now he had better work to do. He was thinking that the chair would be here. But only if she could even fit into it, by the end…

His thoughts were interrupted as the doors burst open behind him. He jerked around to see the coach. Alya’s coach. He blinked and looked to the men who were rickshawing it, only to see they’d collapsed. That explained how they got back so fast, but…

“Dear?” Latt said, coming forward slowly and putting his hands on the coach’s doors… “Alya? Are you oka-HHRMPH!”

The female’s hand suddenly jerked out, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him in. The doors slammed tightly shut… And within a few moments, the coach was rocking violently enough to break its suspension. The wheels pinged off, and the body slammed to the ground… and continued to rock almost violently…

Needless to say, Alya was going to be given much more gentle baths after that day.

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>Chapter 9<

8 Months Pregnant

“Well, I can say that your vitals are good. I hear quite a few little heartbeats in there, and I can’t help but notice that you’re still doing well…”

Alya looked up at him with a stern glance. Her mane in tatters, she’d long ago given up with clothes. Her belly was now so large, that she couldn’t even put her head down fully; she had to keep her chin lifted slightly at all times for how the thing pushed her already magnificently swollen breasts up towards her face. Her womb now forced her rumbling middle to be nearly twice her size in length, and as tall as a man in width. It was a magnificent sight to behold…

“Yes, well, um… Your fluids are a bit low, so we should begin monitoring you daily. After all, we are coming to the end, aren’t we?”

“In half an hour, at midnight, I’m going to be 9 months pregnant…” she croaked… “Full term.”

“Congratulations.” he’d say, with a nervous chuckle… “I suppose I’ll leave you to your husband then…”

The doctor turned and exited the room. A couple of Alya’s thugs were working with welders and saws to open it wider, so she could actually get out. Ironically, it was after insisting she wouldn’t get stuck in her room, after pushing her way in and nearly getting stuck… and now she was stuck. So her men were creating a portal for her egress…

Her husband crouched down beside her, taking her hand lightly, and rubbing at what parts of her warm and constantly moving belly he could reach… “How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful.” she said. She meant it as sarcasm, and he could tell. But he also grinned at the fact that she was a bit too genuine with it…

“Good. You don’t need to worry about a thing. This is the last time you’ll walk for a long while. But you shouldn’t worry; we have plenty of mattresses spread everywhere, and the men are literally just a shout away. It’s for the best, hun…”

“They’re all going to gawk and probably not get any sleep, staring at me…” she grumbled softly. She’d called for the doctor when she awoke to the feeling of light pains, different than the ones she was constantly feeling now, and wondering if all was okay. He had of course suggested she be monitored, which was why Latt was now moving her from her room, and down to the common area. As he had said, the men were all just a shout away…

“We’re ready, sir…” one thug said, as he began to pack up his circular saw. Latt nodded, then shooed them away. He then squeezed his wolfish mate’s paw a bit tighter… “And you’re going to let them?”

“I can barely take two steps.” she groaned… “I couldn’t muster the energy to snarl at the moment, let alone punish anyone…”

Latt patted her belly twice, causing her expression to twist into a worried wince when the activity within doubled, dozens of tiny paws thumping against the thin barrier that kept them contained. She winced partly because the sensitive skin didn’t like it, and partly because she LOVED it…

“Then you’re just going to have to get them back when you are up and ready to go…” he chuckled a bit, rubbing at the spot he’d patted… “I mean, after all, who do you think is going to be changing all these diapers?”

Alya looked up at him weakly, then gave a slight smile. She leaned up to kiss his cheek, as he returned the favour…

“Now. Can you stand?”

“Yeah… Let me just…”

Alya grunted softly. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, reaching up briefly to dust a bit of ragged fur out of her face, and breathing in and out steadily. Carefully, she sat herself up. Her belly thumped on the ground with a hefty sound, and she winced, for the same reasons as before. She breathed out lightly, before she began to curl her legs and push herself up…

Latt helped her, of course. He placed his hands on her greatly expanded hips, simply because with the female’s gigantic height it was all he could reach, and guided her until she was at a full stand. Even at this point, she was forced to lean forward from the weight, and her belly touched the ground easily. She gave a low growl of effort, before she tucked her trembling paws under what she could reach of her mammoth center, hoisted it up, and then took a single step forward.

Once this process was done, she let the belly drop back to the ground, and panted like a… dog. Latt rubbed her hips, and her belly, cooing encouragement… “You’re doing fine, my dear. Take all the time you need…”

“O-Oh god…” she groaned, as she hefted another step… “Why did I put myself up these stupid stairs…”

“Now now… Focus on your goal. Focus… You’re going downstairs. Remember? It’s where we first met…”

She grinned slowly as she panted, nodding lightly to him… “I would never forget. I saw you as a shining force, unstoppable, even in the disastrous state of the world. How could I let such a herculean mate leave me?”

“Heh. Well, you’ve certainly tied me down, haven’t you?” he said, patting her center once. The jarring motion made her suddenly drop it, eyes wide. The ensuing tremor woke up quite a few of the men, who came to inspect…

“G-Go back to your beds…” she complained, a bright red blush appearing under her matted, silvery fur as they marched up the stairs to see her. They hesitated, as Latt leaned up a bit to hold the female steady…

“Why not let them help, my dear? You’ll be able to rest much faster if you do…”

“B-But… But I…” she whined gently. It was the last straw. If she let the men do this, then she would go from staunch and powerful warrior princess… to a breeder queen, fit only for the heaving bellyfull of young she’d taken on… But it was true… She couldn’t do this alone…

With her face red, and her razor fangs ground against one another, she muttered “Yes… Yes, I… Men… Help me carry my pr… pregnancy… down to my resting place…”

No sooner said than done. Many of the men were eager to touch the warm, fuzzy orb of joy that was belly in the first place, and so to literally heft it on their shoulders and feel the maternal glow for themselves was a burden they would eagerly take.

Even with their help, however, they had a bit of trouble. With a dozen men, they were able to make slow and steady progress on towards the stairs. Then the arduous task of stepping down each of them was taken on…

“A-Anyone who dares laugh or disrespect will find themselves in a world of pain…!” she growled. But no man dared disrespect her, even now, as her unreal pregnant middle was on their shoulders. They answered with a loud and eager “YES MA’AM!”, which only made Alya’s digitigrade legs go a bit together with a groan…

She stepped slowly down the stairs. Carefully, her hips’ by now natural sway forcing her to waddle like a true female. It had taken 9 months and this many pups, but she’d finally been brought to this level; acting like a mother. Though many would of course have called her a bitch beforehand…

But it was soon over. She felt tile beneath her tired paw pads once more. And with only a few more steps, she was set gingerly on the many mattresses that Latt had promised…

She fell back against one instantly, five mattresses stacked to keep the slend wolf’s height comfortably sat up, with her fuzzy belly splayed across the rest, falling out in front of her like an entire secondary wolf, strapped to her front, and then some. The entire thing formed a throne, as it were, befitting a queen…

“You did it, lovely…” Latt cooed, kneeling beside her to smile gently… “You made it…”

She was panting like a dog once more, pink tongue gently stuck out from the front of her narrow muzzle, and her black nose glistening from the effort. But still found the time to smile up at him, and to nuzzle against his chest in thanks. The men were still gathered around, and though they were not in Latt’s position, they could feel how relieved she was that her loyal subordinates had come to her aid. It felt good to be under the thumb of such a beautiful creature, and no man would deny…

“Tha-” she began to say, but was interrupted, as she doubled over a bit when her midsection gurgled sharply, a pulse of movement visibly shifting its shape from a beautiful and round thing, to what the doctor would call ‘a dropped belly’… Latt was instantly crouched next to her, eyes wide… “Alya?” he asked, a bit frantic… “Alya…!?”

“O… Oh.” she mumbled, her paws going to her now deformed stomach, gripping at the distended womb. It groaned again, and quivered like gelatin, as Alya lifted her head to look at her mate, her eyes slowly widening…

“Oh.’ Latt responded, nodding weakly. And with that, Alya’s water broke, and gushed over the floor like a waterfall…

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>Chapter 10<

9 Months Pregnant

“EVERY SINGLE MAN!” snapped the male leader of the band. He was squeezing Alya’s hand as the contractions came hard and fast. With so much pressure on her insides, it was no wonder that the labour was so accelerated. Her cervix clear, the babies would almost fall out of her.

Almost.

“EVERY ONE OF YOU!” demanded Latt once more, as they men scrambled around. It looked like they weren’t going to be able to use that Y chair after all, but certain other things could be used, such as the pain killers… Latt gripped his mate’s powerful paw in both hands, watching her grind her fangs, squeeze her yellow, unfocused eyes shut, and strain with feral snarls bubbling her throat… “You’re going to be okay my dear… You’re going to be fine…”

“I KNOW THAT.” she barked, her grip tightening. If Latt was not resisting the crushing squeeze with both hands, his own might have come off…

“Here… Here.” he said, starting to push on her back… “What are you doing?!” Alya growled in frustration, but was soon forced to follow his lead. She realized he was bringing her to stand… After all, she couldn’t give birth if she was sitting on her baby producing hole…

“Now, just…” Latt mumbled, directing her softly. She leaned forward until she was kneeled down. It was surprisingly comfortable, since her belly took most of the weight of it. She kept her legs spread wide, (as though she had any other choice with the fecund mass that forced them so), as her puss continued to gush fluids… “R-Ready?” Latt asked, weakly. She shook her head a bit, then gestured. Latt got the message instantly, and directed her men for her. Within seconds, they’d dragged over a rope, and slung it over a rafter. They then hung it just above her, giving her something to grip onto when she bore down…

“Alright…” Latt breathed… “Now, you just want to…”

Alya interrupted him with a wall shaking roar. Another spurt of fluids, and Latt jerked his hand quickly in a commanding gesture, getting one of the men to run forward with a towel. He crouched at her opening, pushing her bushy tail up a bit to clear her passage, his embarrassment ignored thanks to his sense of duty. She arched her back and roared again…

“Push…!” Latt whimpered… “Push with the contractions, Alya…! You have to…”

Latt suddenly got a fist to his face. His men weren’t sure if he was simply unconscious, or just contemplating his marriage. Either way, they focused as Alya gripped the rope above, curled forward as best she could, and roared again through clenched fangs…

And then it happened…

With a wet noise, and a soft “Pop!”, the first man was holding a young anthro pup. It squealed gently and yipped a bit as the thug wrapped it in the towel, then showed it to Alya…

Her world stopped for a few brief seconds, as she took in the sight of the little baby she’d produced. Her firstborn. A mewling and naked little thing that she’d waited 9 entire months to meet… A beautiful wolf pup that brought out emotions in even the most battle hardened beast…

She wanted to release the rope, to hold the baby, to cradle it and love it, like she’d waited so long to do…

But reality came thundering back in the form of the unrelenting contractions that wracked her body. And with the distraction over, she realized something else…

The baby was very small.

It would take many, many just like it to fill her belly.

Many… Many…

“O… Oh… God…” she moaned at the realization… She was going to be here for hours… Perhaps even… days…

The man took the baby away quickly. At instructions of the doctor, he cleaned it and used the stores of Alya’s milk to feed it. Then he set it in one of the many cribs they’d managed to salvage, before returning to the line. The cycle would repeat, every time Alya screamed and bore down, another baby was produced. It was shown to her, (which was the only thing that kept her going after the 8th one), cleaned, fed, and then the manpower was recycled quickly to help with the birth…

It came to the point where the rope snapped with Alya’s strength. They replaced it quickly with a chain, and continued on. Alya pushed and pushed for what felt like an eternity, watching her belly, her mammothly inflated womb, never seem to shrink. But as the hours went on and she strained against pup after pup, it did indeed gradually become smaller… Smaller… Smaller…

By the time the sun rose, it actually looked like a normal midsection, albeit with quadruplets. By noon, she was on her hands and knees, occasionally begging for it to stop. And by sundown the next day, the last baby fell out of her. She didn’t realize it at first, and waited silently in her tired position for the next contraction, but it never came. She thought something was wrong, and looked back at herself. It was only then she realized that her middle was entirely deflated, save for the chubbiness it had gathered in the months of pregnancy…

She was done. She had done it. She had birthed them all…

“H… Hhuhhh…” she tried to speak, but obviously couldn’t. Latt, his nose bandaged and a black eye forming, crouched next to her… “Alya…?” he said, gently. He found that everything on her was so stiff that she couldn’t even fall over, and so he carefully helped her to lay on her side…

Her sleeping first born was brought forward, twitching with dreams of still being in mama’s womb. But his life had started now. And started spectacularly as well… Alya carefully tucked her arms around him, still trembling with weakness, and now with happiness as well. For the first, and perhaps last time since she would rarely allow such a display of emotion, the men watched her eyes well up with happy tears…

“He’s beautiful…” she mumbled, holding him tightly to her chest. Latt smiled a bit, and ran his hand softly through her mane, down her side, and along her now permanently expanded hips… “7 dozen, in all…” he said, as an off hand comment. Alya laughed gently, then winced as it hurt her body…

“Don’t push yourself, my dearest…” Latt said, putting his hand on her arm… “Just rest… We’ll take care of anything you need…”

“Thank you… Latt…” she muttered, as she squeezed the pup to her chest once more, then handed him to his father. Latt took him up with pride, then sat down cross legged beside Alya. He wouldn’t leave her side…

“You’re a father… now…” Alya mumbled gently, her eyes closing. Latt chuckled gently, and put his hand on her’s…

“No dear. We were a mother and father the moment I walked in to this warehouse…”

Alya drifted off to sleep with a wide smile on her muzzle…

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Epilogue

“January, if you don’t stop picking on your brother, I will hang you by your ankles until you see stars!”

“But mom!”

“No buts!”

The female wolf stood and looked out over the hills that she now called her own. Her men watched them as well, diligently protecting the mistress Alya’s many offspring as they played.

In the years since the birth, not so much had changed. Alya’s gang, the family, had carefully cleared the hills of foliage, and claimed the territory as her own. Wide open spaces for her babies to run in, where they could be guaranteed safety. She’d had playgrounds installed here and there, and the field was also used for schooling, or what little one needed in the post apocalypse. Survival training, fight training, ect… Alya watched over it all. For these 9 long years, she had been the best mother she could have been. She was terrified that she would make a mistake, even now, but this was what she’d always wanted. She’d taken the first mighty leap on the path to repopulating the world with something that was perhaps better…

“The housing distract to the east is our best bet.” a voice came from behind. Alya turned a bit to find Latt standing there, looking over maps… “It was a suburbs once. We can clear it out and it will be a perfect, model little village… Are you listening?”

Alya was merely smiling at him, perhaps even checking him out. Her lust had never died down, and Latt was getting pretty good at scenting it. He grinned and came forward, as she leaned down gently to kiss his nose. She then straightened herself out with a soft ‘oof’, as she rubbed her back, and her distended middle. Latt’s hands went to it and softly rubbed over the bulging, furry surface. Yes, she had recently become pregnant again, and she was eager to have another brood to care for. She’d taken to mothering like a duck to water, in more ways than one. She placed her paw on Latt’s hand as it roved over the wide surface of her midsection. It extended out quite a bit; the female looked like she was full term, with triplets. Nothing she wasn’t used to, obviously…

Latt kissed the belly, then looked up and cooed “How did your 2 month check up go?”

She grinned at him and rubbed her middle… “Oh. The usual from that worry wart doctor… ‘if you’re this big at two, do you honestly think you’ll survive 7 more months’. He gets cute when he’s flustered…”

Latt smiled and drew her to sit in a small love seat, to look out over the fields where they many children already played…

“You ready for it…?” he asked, putting his hand on her center… “For another pregnancy, another litter…?”

Alya looked down at him, then smiled slowly…

“With you at my side, I’m ready for anything…”

The two leaned on one another and slowly rubbed at their growing potential offspring, whilst watching the vast field of the many young they already had…

Life was expanding rapidly.

And Alya couldn’t have been more happy about it…

~The End

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