The summer sun blazed brilliant white in a vast azure sky, the warm rays raising wobbling waves of heat up from the mithril veined path. My golden gaze peered out from beneath the shadow of my wide brimmed hat, marvelling at the way the crystal dusted stones under my hooves would sparkle in the sunlight, setting the walking path to shimmer like a magical road. The gentle breeze kicked up, playing about the thick fur of my dark brown legs, raising the hem of my new sundress to flutter creamy yellow as I strolled. 

“I love the park in summer,” I said to myself. I tilted my chin, letting the full warmth of the afternoon sun shine down my face. My chocolate skin shone in the light, a rich mocha wrapped in dandelion. “Don’t you agree,” I said to my companion.

My clawed hand fell to the ripe swell of my pregnant belly. The thin material of my dress hugged my gravid frame, my belly a clearly defined orb that wobbled gently as I walked. Nestled above my maternal girth, my bloated breasts perched, two massive spheres of milky chocolate. In the full light of the summer sun, faint flecks of darker brown kissed my ample cleavage, drawing the eye to the deep valley which plunged so deliciously between those heaving mountains. The day was simply too beautiful to be spent cooped up in the shop, I thought. So, I closed up for the day and made my way here. 

Now, however, I do believe that I was regretting my decision. 

“Oh my,” I said, fanning my flushed cheeks. “It is certainly a hot one today.”

A nearby bench called to me. Waddling my fat rump over, I plopped down, placing my knees together as I sat and watched the other park-goers. A family played with a frisbee across the way. I watched as the father, a large ogrim, sent the plastic disk spinning through the air with a sharp hiss. His son, a young boy of I would say, ten or so, raced across the emerald expanse to snatch the hurtling frisbee from the air. The scent of fresh grass and raw soil tickled my feline nose as I smiled. Sitting on a spread out blanket, the mother clapped her claws and cheered for them both. 

“One day,” I whispered to the rumbling hump in my lap. “That’s going to be us.” I slowly ran my claw down my swollen belly. The faint flutterings of my unborn kicked against my palm. “So eager, aren’t you? So ready to come out of there and explore the big, wide world?” I swished my tail and smiled softly at my belly. “Well, you don’t have to rush too quickly. There’s still time for you to grow.”

I turned my golden gaze back up to watch the ogrim family. The father and son had returned from their game and now sat on the blanket with the mother. I sighed and turned from their family moment, letting my eyes wander across the broad swathe of green that filled the park. The blades of grass were like a million tiny soldiers. Each one a spear thrust up from the black soil. Towering above them, the great trees, their leaves woven with veins of delicate gold, whispered in the wind. 

“It’s such a peaceful day,” I said. “Nothing around. No car honks, no phones.” 

Suddenly a bell jingled. Instantly, my ears pricked up, swivelling around to catch the site of a red and white striped awning. Beneath the taut canvas cover a pig-ike orcus stood in a starched white uniform behind a metal cart. My eyes widened, taking in the familiar chrome edges of the freezer cavity, the golden cones perched so tantalizingly in their little wire holsters. A pink tongue darted out to lick my purple lips as the orcus took up a metal scoop in one calloused hand. 

“Ice cream!” I squealed. “Yes, yes please!” Ignoring my gravid weight, I leapt up from the bench. I broad grin cut across my face as I waddled towards the cart.

The clacking of my hooves alerted the creature as I stumbled up to the cart, my fat belly leading the way. Seeing me, the orcus smiled through his tusks. 

“Well now,” chuckled the pig creature. “I’d say someone is in a hurry.”

Gasping for breath from even that short run, sweat poured down my dark skin. Shimmering droplets traced a path down between my breasts, soaking through the thin material of my dress as I placed my hands on my knees, panting. 

“I-Ice cream,” I groaned. “Ice cream, please.”

The orcus shook his head with a laugh. “What flavor, miss?”

“Flavor?” My ears swivelled up. “Oh, um… Well, what do you think?” I placed my claw on my belly. A swift kick struck out, causing a small bulge in my stomach. “I quite agree,” I said with a laugh that tinkled like a bronze bell. “One scoop of vanilla and one scoop of chocolate. Oh, and sprinkles.”

“For a pretty thing like you,” the orcus said, slamming a heavy scoop down onto the cone. “I’ll make it gummies instead.” He sat the scoop down and sprinkled an ample portion of the brightly colored jelly candies onto my cone before handing it to me.

“Oh, thank you.” My cheeks bloomed scarlet as I took the cone from the creature. “Here, let me just get the money out of my bag.” I swung the leather bag around on the strap slung over my shoulder. “I don’t have pockets in this dress. Makes it hard to carry a wallet, you know.” As I fished around in the open mouth of the bag, I giggled. “Have to carry a handbag around.”

“You mean a purse,” the ice cream vendor said. 

My mouth turned down in a scowl. “No, it’s a handbag. Only women carry purses.”

“Looks like purse to me,” he replied. 

“It’s a handbag,” I said through gritted fangs. I slammed a crisp bill into his meaty paw and tossed the change into my handbag, before stomping off in a huff. 

“Hmmph,” I grunted, my ears plastered to my head. “It’s not a purse. “What, do I look like a lady or something?” My heavy breasts wobbled as I spoke. “I mean, so what if I keep lipstick and eyeliner in there. I like to make sure I look good. Is that wrong?” 

My frozen treat beckoned to me, rousing me from my glowering ruminations. My tail wagged as I sought a nearby bench. Cone clasped feverishly between my claws, I brought that chilling, creamy pillar to my full, glistening lips. So slightly, I would kiss the delicate tip, a thin coating of creamy chocolate on my lips. My nimble tongue slithered from between my lips to caress that full, plump scoop. My eyes grew heavy as I swirled my tongue around the rich chocolate. A groan escaping through my nose as I savored the sweetness of the vanilla, my tongue plunging down to scoop up a bright red gummy to be squashed between my jaws. 

“Oh, it’s so good,” I murmured, my cheek puffy. “Oh, I love it. Don’t you?”

My belly fluttered as I swallowed the cold lump.

“Such a treat, huh? And just think,” I cupped my lower belly which spilled over my lap, “You can taste this too, once you’re ready.” 

I made to take another lick, when a sudden chill plopped on my breast. I pulled back my claws with a yelp, only to discover that a chunk of white vanilla had landed on my boob. 

“Oh poo,” I moaned, seeing the rapidly melting lump ooze down my chest. “Now what do I do?”

My golden gaze darted back and forth. Was anyone watching? Good. I took my dripping tit in hand and brought the heavy, milky orb to my lips. My tongue found my hot, brown flesh and slid along my dappled skin. The sweetness of vanilla mingled with the tang of my sweat, playing across my tongue as I swallowed the creamy load. Letting the thick wad slide down my throat, I let my tongue plunge between the heaving mounds of my bosom, suckling the sweet taste of melted ice cream, seeking the bumpy expanse of my areolas, the firm nub that was my erect nipple. 

“Oh dear,” I squeaked, letting my breast fall from my furry fingers. “What on earth am I doing?”

I must say, though I was certainly quite skilled, such an act was reserved for, shall we say, polite company. Fanning my face, I giggled softly. 

“Oh, that was almost embarrassing.” I took another tentative lick, being careful not to have a second mishap. “Mmm, so good.” From my bag came a buzzing. My hand darted into the open mouth, pulling up my phone. “Someone calling? It’s Ceri.” I thumbed the screen and placed the phone to my ear. “Hello, Ceri? No, I closed down for the day. Where am I?” I looked about before answering. “I’m in the park. Around the middle area, I would say. What’s that? You’re coming now? How wonderful! We haven’t had a day together in ages.”

Placing my phone back into the dark recess of my bag, I hopped up from the bench and made my way down the shimmering path. 

“Ceri’s coming, little one,” I said between licks from my dripping cone. Sticky tendrils of chocolate and vanilla oozed through the matter fud of my fingers as I sucked down the soupy mixture. “I can’t wait.”

And the wait was not long, for just as I was wiping down my hands, a clear, silvery voice cut the summer air. 

“Ammah! Ammah!”

I turned my gaze up from beneath my hat to spy the shimmering blue-grey fur of my love as she made her way down the path. Her eyes shone like silver in the sun. Her nose, a pink nub which twitched constantly, wiggled above a pair of broad, white incisors. Her thick, black hair was tied back into a loose bun and held in place with a blue ribbon. My golden gaze wandered down the supple curve of her throat, to delight in the plump swell of her ripe breasts as they strained within the confines of a blue and white striped tee shirt. A black, zippered hoodie encased her swollen belly above a pair of wide, round hips that dared to burst the seams of her black denim shorts. Her little pink feet flopped in a pair of sandals as the rat threw lithe arms around my neck. Her lips were warm and dry as they met mine in a kiss that made my tail wag. Our swollen bellies collided, setting our collective broods to lash out in protest as I returned that offered kiss. My tongue slid between her jaws, hooking around her long fangs, rubbing against her smooth, red gums. 

“Oh Ammah,” Ceir purred. “It’s so nice to see you.”

I placed my hand on her cheek. Ceri smiled and leaned into my palm. “It’s been too long since we’ve had a day to ourselves,” I said. 

“Mmm,  that it has,” she replied, then suddenly froze. A terrible glint came to her silvery gaze as she turned to look around. 

“What’s wrong,” I asked, a faint tingle of fear creeping up my spine. 

“That troll,” she hissed. “Is she here?”

“Fereya? No, not that I’m aware of,” I said. “Nor Engi.”

At the mention of Fereya’s brother the rat turned the color of clay. “Oh no,” she groaned. “Don’t tell me her brother sank his hooks into you too.”

“Well,” I stammered. I scratched my cheek, a crooked grin spreading across my face. “I’d say maybe, I hooked him.”

A shadow passed Ceri’s face. The rat scowled, her eyes turning to chips of iron. “How many, Ammah?”

“I’m sorry?” 

“How many in your little harem?” she said. 

I gulped, feeling my throat beginning to constrict. “Um, there’s Fereya and Engi. Then, Sashur and Bantur… my cousins.”

“Cousins!” squealed the rat. “Oh Ammah, as you didn’t already have enough. Now you’re plundering your own family?”

“It’s… complicated,” I replied with a quavering grin. 

Ceri shook her head before nestling her snout in my neck. Her fur was velvet soft, warmed by the sun and smelling faintly of lavender. My clawed hands came up, clasping her round body to me. 

“What am I to do with you?” she whispered. 

“We could go for a walk,” I said. 

Ceri turned her gaze up at me, her eyes shimmering. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

The scuff and flop of her sandaled feet formed a chorus to the sharp clop of my hooves on the crystalline path. The afternoon sun was a ball of burnt orange as it began its inevitable descent to the horizon. The long shadows of late afternoon crept across the green carpet, stealing as silent as ghosts as the day drew closer to evening. 

“Ammah, I have to ask, is that a new dress?” Ceri’s gaze wandered along the clearly defined curves of my gravid frame. I could not help but catch the faint crimson looming on her cheeks. 

“Oh this?” I remarked. I tugged at my skirt, letting it flutter softly on the breeze. “Why no, I’ve actually had it for some time. I just never got a chance to wear it until now. Do you like it?”

“It’s quite fetching,” she replied with a wry grin. “It goes great with your purse.”

My ears twitched. “It’s not a purse,” I whined. “How many times do I have to say it?” I stamped my hoof on the stone. “Ladies carry purses. I’m not a--”

“Say, Ammah, can I borrow your lipstick?”

“Oh yeah, here.” I dug into my bag. “It’s somewhere here in my pur--” I stopped, my ears drooping to my shoulders. The musical tinkle of Ceri’s laughter echoed in my ears. “Hmmph,” I grunted, removing my claw. “Very funny.’

Her hand to her belly, she chuckled. “It’s why I love you.” 

My lip thrust out in a pout, I said nothing as we crested a low knoll. The path curved, winding across the verdant field, hemmed in by the silvery trees, their emerald leaves catching the fleeting sunlight and setting them to sparkle as we passed. Down below, we were greeted by the sight of other people enjoying the pleasant day. Families mostly, children scampering over the grass, while eager parents kept a vigilant lookout from folding chairs and blankets. I pointed to one child flying a kite. The brilliant red diamond rose high into the blue sky, gliding overhead as Ceri kept her gaze on the people below. Her little pink hand found mine, clasping around my fingers. Her warm touch sent a thrill up my spine as I felt her lean into me. Her blue-grey fur smelled like sunshine, mingling with the scent of lavender and spice from her perfume. Her heaving breasts ballooned from the confines of her hoodie, their soft, wobbling flesh pressing against my arm as she sighed. 

“Makes you stop and think,” I heard her say.

My ears pricked up. “What does?”

She turned her pink snout towards me, her silver eyes shimmering orange-gold. “Them.” She extended a clawed finger towards the others. “About them and about, well, us.”

“I-I don’t follow,” I replied. 

“It’s just, Ammah, you have a lot of choices. A lot of loves and I, um….” She paused, turning away from me as if searching for the words. “I just wanted to know if you ever planned to settle down, is all? I mean, you can still have everyone, but is there a main girl in your life?” She smiled, a bittersweet curl of her lip. “Seeing them down there, enjoying being together as a family, it makes you think.” Her hand tightened around mine. It was then that I could feel her slender fingers beginning to tremble. “O-Of that old saying, you, me and a baby makes three.” She placed a hand on her pregnant belly. “Well, here’s you and me and the baby is right in here. So, Ammah, what do you say?”

“Oh Ceri,” I stammered. I tugged my ear. “I don’t know what to say. I love everybody. You and Fererya, Engi, Sashur and Bantur.” I looked out across the park. “I couldn’t choose between any of you.”

I turned back to see Ceri’s gaze had fallen to the shimmering stones at our feet. Her sandaled foot kicked at a loose rock as she bit her lower lip. 

“Ceri?” I started, but was quickly hushed by a finger to my lips. 

The rat looked back up at me, a rueful smile on her face. She leaned close, her lips meeting mine in a kiss melted my heart. 

“C-Ceri,” I stammered. 

“Don’t ever change,” she whispered. Taking my claw in both hands, I saw the glimmer of that familiar mischievous sparkle in her eyes once again. “Oh, I have an idea. We simply have to go visit the pond.” Darting ahead, she tugged my arm, nearly pulling me off my hooves. “Come on, Ammah.”

We raced along the sparkling path, my aching hooves thundering along as I clapped a hand to my sagging belly. 

“Ceri,” I cried. “Slow down, I can’t run like this.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m pregnant too, you know.”

“B-But, I’m further along,” I whined. My milk heavy breasts heaved, bouncing wildly as I stumbled along. My fat cheeks jiggled behind me and in my dress I had little doubt that I gave any watchers quite a show. 

The pond was situated in the middle of the park. A broad swathe of pure glass laid out on a bed of green felt. The smooth surface reflected the endless blue sky above with nary a ripple as I came panting and heaving to the edge of the cool water. Sweat poured down my crimson face as I sobbed for breath. Beside me, Ceri stood, smiling as if her maternal girth did nothing to hinder her. I hated her for it. 

“You really need to get out of the shop more,” she said. “You’re out of shape.”

“I’m fat as a cow and carrying an extra twenty pounds,” I groaned. “What did you expect?”

But, this earned me little more than a clucking of the tongue and a finger wag. “Nonsense, that’s no excuse.” She reached up, undoing the ribbon from her hair. Her ebon locks spilled down her back like a black waterfall. “Care to join me?” She kicked off her sandals and strode into the water. 

I watched as she waded out to knee-deep and then turned, her eyes beckoning to me. The light of the deeping sun shone on her fur, an orange halo that made the rat glow ethereal in the silent waters. Widening rings of molten gold spread from her shapely thighs, the light dancing on her belly as she returned a silvery stare. A goddess risen from the waves. Carefully, I sat my hat and bag down and dipped a hoof, delighting in the coolness. Let it never be said that a djinn would turn down water.

“This is nice,” I said as I waded up to her. “It’s so refreshing after such a hot day.”

“It is,” she replied. 

“So,” I said. What do we do no--”

A great tidal wave erupted from the glassy surface, I had little time to even utter a yelp as stinking pond water filled my open mouth, rushing into my nose and making me cough and sputter. I staggered, blinking back the stinging spray as I caught the laughter of Ceri ringing out. 

“Oh my,” she crowed. “The look on your face.”

“Ceri!” I snapped. “That was totally uncalled for.”

The rat chuckled. “Oh, lighten up, hothead. Here, this will cool you down.” She stooped, her belly just above the water. Her hands dipped below the surface, coming up in a wide arc that brought another torrent down on me. My yellow dress clung to my dripping form, hugging my wide hips and framing my swollen belly in stark relief. 

“You think that’s funny,” I growled. “Here, let me show you something funny.” My tail darted into the water, swiping around with a deft flick that sent up a slicing wave to slam into the rat. 

Ceri let out a squawk, her tee shirt sopping wet, as water ran down her fur. “Ammah! That’s cheating. No tails.”

“Come on,” I laughed, thrusting my claws into the cool waters. “You need to lighten up, right?”

I sent up another splash, water droplets glittering opalescent in the air as Ceri squealed. The rat retaliated, splashing me good. My long, dark hair clung to my wet skin like seaweed as I launched my counter attack on the dripping rat. Her gravid belly peaked up from under her shirt, the faint glimpse of her blue-grey underbelly giving me such a thrill. My golden gaze stole a glance at the growing bulge in her shorts and my mind wandered to those twin serpents which lay coiled within the black denim. My momentary distraction would cost me dearly, for I looked up then to find my vision filled with wet, jiggling flesh as Ceri collided with me. Letting out a cry, we both tumbled, hitting the water with a terrific splash. I came up sputtered, my sundress clinging against my skin as if it were form fitted to me. 

“Oh dear,” Ceri giggled. The rat sat half-submerged, the black lace of her bra showing clearly through the thin weave of her shirt. “Ammah, I didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra.” She clapped her hands to her mouth with a giggle. 

My ears shot up and looked down, an expression of utter horror on my face as I saw that my dark, erect nipples were showing through my dress. Quickly wrapping an arm over my heaving chest, I returned a quavering grin. “Um, maybe we should get out?”

Back in the grass, Ceri removed her wet hoodie and laid beside her sandals. “That was fun,” she said. 

“I guess,” I replied, still covering my dinner plate areolas. 
Ceri leaned on me, her wet fur tickling my brown skin. The warmth of her body felt pleasant after the chill of the pond and was quick to take her into my arms. Her arms slithered around my neck, her lips seeking mine. We met in a kiss that stole my breath away. Her tongue darted from her jaws to explore my mouth, claiming it for her own. Meanwhile, I twined my tongue around hers, caressing the roof of her mouth, seeking the back of her throat as my claws came up to cup her delicate face. Ceri moaned through her nose, her lips popping as she continued to kiss me. I tore my lips away from her swollen mouth, turning my attention to her supple throat. Down, I plunged, filling the chalice of her collarbone with my honeyes love, even as my claws crept under her wet shirt to take hold of her pregnant belly. The rat leaned back, allowing me to pull her shirt up. Her grey belly spilled free, filling my palms as I tangled my fingers in the dripping fur. My hands like spiders, I moved towards the heaving mounds of milky flesh which wobbled so deliciously beneath her lace bra. Ceri purred as my palms cupped hot, wobbling flesh. 

“Ammah,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“I know,” I replied. 

Our swollen bellies met as sprawled across the grass. My cock sprang up against the thin layer of my panties, rising up through my dress as Ceri’s twins strained against her tight shorts. Her thighs, soft and round, urged me to take them. I plunged, my lips wrapping around supple flesh, my fangs tasting of her sweet skin. Above me, the rat let out a cry, her breath coming out in rapid puffs as I stirred her desire. I rose, my lips meeting her belly, her chest, finding once more her lips as she now would fall to the chocolate spheres which swelled so profoundly from my chest. Her nimble tongue slid along my dark skin, slipping between my breasts as her fangs sought my flesh. I fell back, Ceri above me. Her pink fingers found the hem of my dress and in one smooth motion, she yanked the sopping garment up to my chin. My pregnant belly towered like a great chocolate bonbon, my skin shiny and smooth. Tiny prickles of gooseflesh dimpled my skin as she rained her kisses on my stomach. Her lips plummeted down the curve of my belly, seeking my bared breasts. 

“Oh Ceri,” I gasped as her lips wrapped around a nipple. “That’s wonderful.”

“Not just yet,” she said, taking her mouth away. “The sun’s going down.”

Lying in one another’s arms, we watched as the fleeting orange gave way to the blues and violets of evening. The pond shimmered as night fell, glowing with a faint luminescence as the park lights came on. Glowing cubes of arcane light spilled across the flickering surface, creating a swirling pattern of dazzling light. 

“It’s beautiful,” she said, holding me close. 

“This place is magic,” I said to her. “I think we forget that sometimes.”

“Yes,” the rat replied. “This world really is magical.”

“Yes it is,” I sighed. But, I was not looking at the pond. Instead, my gaze had fallen on the smiling, sneaky rodent in my arms. 

Ceri’s ears pricked up and she caught my golden gaze, my eyes smoldering like liquid bronze in the evening light. She placed her lips to mine before asking, “So, my place or yours?”

