I y on the bnket naked, my legs and arms spread wide. There’s a gorgeous woman on my each side – Lora on the left and Laura on the right – both bare and filled with my cum, holding their hands on my belly. We enjoy the warm te afternoon breeze peacefully, the spectators leaving us alone. They truly liked the show we gave them – although it’s obvious they preferred the first round since they were able to see everything easier. I like to think that them leaving us to our own devices is a form of appreciation from their side.

  I reflect on the past few hours – the time since I have ingested the Potion of Crity. I begrudgingly must admit that in the end I appreciate the tincture she gave me – despite it not being exactly what I wanted. I also cannot dismiss the impression that it doesn’t work like intended – and, more importantly, that it is weakening. Weakening a lot faster than it is supposed to do. I ponder if I should ask the Witches about it… but ultimately decide against it; I am a unique specimen – though not for long, I think – and they don’t have any clinical trials. I titter slightly at the thought of what the MHRA would say about the medicine the denizens of this world – Yavea – use, or what the NHS would say about the c-section performed by Baba Tika earlier today.

  “What’s so funny?” Asks Laura, breaking the silence I breached. I chuckle in response.

  “A joke, when expined, loses its punch – and what I found humorous in my situation would require a really, really long one” I smile mencholically as I realise that a part of me cannot help but miss my old life – or at least parts of it: my friends, my games, even my parents. But then I look at the two charming women on my sides – and my mood raises immediately. “I’m just enjoying the moment while reminiscing about my past life… and the malfunctioning of the Potion of Crity that I took today.”

  “Malfunctioning potion?!” The panicked-sounding Volkhsa raises quickly, her eyes wide open in distress. “Are you all right? Does it hurt? Why didn’t you tell us anything?!”

  “Don’t worry, I’m built different” I wave my hand dismissively.

  “This is not a ughing matter, Kora of the Wilds” deadpans the Konitsa; her serious demeanour stark contrast to her flirtatious behaviour earlier. “Magic can be very dangerous… especially the kind that influences you from within!”

  “I know! It’s just I’m really, literally more resilient to those” they look at me sceptically I sigh. “Look – I’ve already been admonished by Volnika and Baba Yaga, I know I did something I shouldn’t have… but I was told the Potion of Crity would st through the night – yet it’s not even the evening and its effects already started vanishing!”

  “You have really drunk that tincture?” The Wolfgirl says with confusion in her voice. “But… but the way you’ve eaten me out…!” She fumbles, beetroot red from embarrassment over the memory; looks like she got carried away by the mood back then too.

  “That’s… indeed strange” the Horsegirl strokes her chin, deep in thought, frowning. “It did look as if you were in a trance…”

  “That’s exactly my point!” I say, relieved they started calming down. “And it got me to think about my previous life and how lucky I am to be here with you, with such an amazingly healthy, robust and beautiful body!” I leave out the part about my unique Soul and how it was made to fit and mesh with my Mind and Body… as well as the bottomless well of HATRED, FURY and ANGUISH deep, deep inside me. It’s not directed at them, after all, and they don’t need to know this – but I want to share other things with them. “I was… ill, back then. Horribly ill, with not even a sliver of hope of ever getting better – it could only ever get worse. And it made me envious; envious of everything I couldn’t have: from being able to simply walk outside freely and pying with other kids in the forest, to seeing other people get into retionship and starting families” I snicker at my past self. “I could see women that were taking care of me get… together with some men, getting pregnant; I wouldn’t show that outwardly, but I would wallow in self-pity and seethe in anger at the world that took from me even a possibility of the same happening to me” Lora’s ears perk up and a swirl of complex emotions appears on her face; it intrigues me. “I was kind of miserable back then; but my condition being so terrible is apparently why I forgot nearly all the details about it while keeping an extremely broad memory of everything else; but enough about me – what about you two? Do you have memories of your past life too, Lora?”

  “N-no!” She seems startled by my sudden question. “T-that’s not it…!”

  “It’s about the Little Ones, isn’t it? Don’t worry, Lo’, this time the blessing of the Great Mother is with us!” Laura chimes in, and… the tenderness of her tone, the way both of them look and smile at each other, the gentle way they caress each other’s hand – even their scents are intertwined, I realise – all of it clearly shows that those two aren’t just friends – but lovers; I honestly should’ve connected the dots earlier. But as interesting as their retionship status is, there’s another crumb of information that requires an expnation.

  “Little Ones?” I tilt my head. “You mean children, right? Is… is something the issue?” The smile on Lora’s face fades away. “Y-you don’t need to answer if it makes you uncomfortable!”

  “No… you deserve to know” she says solemnly and ys her hand on her bosom, thinking; her partner and I give her as much time as she needs. “When I was very, very young my mom died – and since she never had any more children and my father was a traveller who I never met and who didn’t have any other kids with women from the tribe, I was left with pretty much no close family to take care of me. It doesn’t mean I was alone – the tribe would raise me anyway. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t lonely, especially when I saw other kids with their parents or siblings; there is something special in bonds shared between parents and their children, as well as between siblings” the shorter woman smiles sadly while the other Witch hugs her. “I… I often dreamt how it would have been if I had someone so close growing up… and so, I decided I want to have many babies myself!” There is a spark of determination in her eyes, but… it fades away quickly.

  “So – ummm… how many…”

  “None” my question is cut short even before I finish asking. “None that lived long enough to get a name… if they were even born to begin with – most didn’t st even three months in my womb… and I’ve been trying since my First Heat” she hangs her head as the mood plummets. “I don’t know why the Gods decided to torment me that way or what they are punishing me for, but” she looks at me, tears running down her cheeks – but along pain and sadness there’s also determination and hope in her eyes. “I’m not giving up – I will be a mother!”

  “That’s why I approached you so hard, Kora… a-at least a part of it!” Laura butts in to show her perspective – mostly to Lora. “I thought that if she gets both of us pregnant at the same time, our kids will always have not only each other, but even more siblings… and you were there today, when the Great Mother blessed Zara of cn Hukar, weren’t you? Don’t you think it’s a sign?! And she even sent her daughter to us – don’t you think Arana would be scornful towards a woman her daughter chose?”

  I listen to more and more agitated Horsegirl with strong mixed feelings. On one hand I cannot shake the discomfort I feel when anybody connects me to their gods – but at this point I cannot do anything about it; not after my dispy at the Grand Council or after the, frankly, miraculous birth I witnessed earlier. On the other, I saw that my presence and belief in my divine origin can help others, bringing them relief and hope. I just hope I do not disappoint them…

  “Umm… Sooo… when do children get to have a name?” Seeing the mood improve once again, I use the moment to get some answers. “Nadia told me to ask that Mysha if she’d thought of the names for her little ones in the case of things going really bad – why? And how long does Beastkin pregnancies even st in comparison to other species’? And how are the children brought up? And how is it between the two of you – you’re together, aren’t you? And… oh! Sorry – I always ask too many questions – and some of them are even so personal!” Laura’s chuckling stops me from assailing them with even more questions – and my reaction makes her and her lover burst into ughter.

  “Don’t worry about it” she waves her hand dismissively. “It’s the least we can do to repay you for your kindness – and yes, we’ve been together, as you put it, for quite some time; although just as friends before my First Heat” she smooches the beetroot red Volkhsa on the cheek. “Honestly, it’s hard to believe even for me, as I generally prefer my partners to have dicks, but… she’s special!”

  “M-me too!” The embarrassed Wolfkin hides her face in her palms. “Y-you, E-elder Zinna of cn Males, Hyrek of cn Males a-and Olka have been the people closest to me for the longest time, b-but… s-s-since that t-time…!” She’s cut off by a kiss from her partner; I roll my eyes as they make out.

  “…going back to your questions” after a moment they separate, Laura’s beaming with prideful self-assurance, Lora – with awkward satisfaction; it’s obviously the Horsekin who continues our discussion as if nothing has just happened. “Little Ones usually get their names when they stop being breastfed – so they need to survive roughly one year.”

  “T-that’s Kolokon tradition” the chubby Witch breaks out of her awkward stupor. “Tamarans name their Little Ones at their birth, while Zherymans do that on their 7th birthday – or so I’ve heard.”

  “And it is said that every river and ke have their own rules” it takes me a moment to realise that the taller Witch talks about Vodyakin. “Their pregnancies also st… Grandpa?!”

  “Heh! Missed quite a show, haven’t I?” I gnce behind me – and there he is: Chieftain Yuras, grinning stupidly – and his smile is contagious, as I, the Konitsa and even the Volkhsa mirror it. “I see I’m right… but why are you here, Kora, banging my granddaughter? Didn’t I and brother Yu- I mean: Pan Leto – knock you unarguably too hard on the head?”

  “Well, I drank the Potion of Crity – and so here I am, fucking your granddaughter and her lovely roommate, standing; we’ve even got an ovation from the onlookers!” I brag a little.

  “That’s right!”

  “It was just like you, Chief!”

  “…oh Gods, how much do I want to be sandwiched between the two of you…!”

  “Ha! Looks like someone’s trying to one-up my exploits!” The giant Krolsun ughs heartily.

  “Well… she’s going to have a much greater success with men of the tribe – not that you would compete with her there, Old Man!” Laura chimes in, getting another burst of ughter from her grandfather. “And you’re getting old, Old Man!”

  “Heh! I’m only 69, I’m not old yet!” He says puffing his broad chest out.

  “You’ve been 69 for the st fifteen years, if not longer” she rolls her eyes, unimpressed, while I am stupefied; has he been lying about his age the entire time? Why?! “But putting that aside: what are you doing here? Visiting Zara and her Little Ones?”

  “Yes” he gets serious – even worried – so quickly it’s honestly uncanny. “That… complicates things.”

  “Why?” I raise my eyebrow.

  “Right, you were absent for most of the Council” He sighs. “We were supposed to relocate the tribe to the Valley of the Wild Beasts – but now, with the miraculous birth of so many” he sighs again. “It is dangerous to move them – and especially their mother – so quickly after the nativity” he pauses to mull over some thought haunting him. “Say, I’ve heard Baba Tika had to perform an Alcafarian Cut to safely deliver the Little Ones – is that the truth?”

  “That’s right” the tall Witch answers before I realise he was talking about the c-section.

  “Zhmey’s buttocks!”

  HoraceH.Horney