	It wasn’t an easy life, but that didn’t stop Pepper from enjoying himself. The feline cuntboy lived in squalor on the outskirts of town, crammed into a decaying, boarded-up shack with a handful of breeders like himself, all answering to a slinky rat known as “Mister Rafeek”. Although the cat was only in his teens, he had been working for Mister Rafeek for a number of years, and had more experience than most of his housemates.

	The sun was barely peeking through the boards on the windows when the lock on the door slid open. It was Mister Rafeek, accompanied by a slightly taller figure, with long lapine ears that stood straight up, brushing the top of the door as he stepped in.

	Pepper sat up from the straw mattress and stretched, arching his back before curling down to his toes and unfurling his black and white tail. The casual observer would have trouble telling if he was a boy or a girl, and his lean, developing frame would have looked equally appealing as either. Right now, he was sharing the common room with three others: a reddish canine named Rusty, currently asleep by the embers of the fire, a massive bovine named Heddie, and a giraffe that Mister Rafeek called “Twig”, but with the rat’s strange, implacable accent it sounded more like “tu-WEE-ga”. There was a zebra here too, once, but after she became fat and heavy with foal she disappeared. Maybe she ran away, maybe Mister Rafeek took her somewhere else to deliver. Maybe something horrible happened. Whatever the case, she never came back, and Pepper never asked – he pretended he didn’t even notice she was gone. It was best not to ask those kinds of questions around here.

	“Stock is limited now, you see, very limited,” Mister Rafeek explained to the guest, “But Mister Rafeek has options for you! This way, quickly, this way!” He shooed the hare further into the common room where the four occupants sat, all in various states of wakefulness. The rat pointed at Heddie, who was already standing straight up, her udders sagging slightly. “Common cow,” Mister Rafeek explained, “reliable and experienced. Low-risk investment, she is, yes, choose her and Friend Rafeek will promise a mid-grade calf or your money back!”

	Heddie looked down at the ground, but stayed quiet.

	“Long girl Twig,” the rat continued, “Gives one calf only, but very big. Always high grade. Very long wait for her, yes. And Rusty,” he pointed at the dog, her name sounding more like ‘Roosty’. “Gives many, many babies, but all so small and weak, yes, always low grade. Good for customer who want quantity over quality.”

	Pepper waited patiently, his heart beating faster. He had only had a short break from his last surrogacy, a feline like himself that gave him a big litter that squirmed and writhed inside him for months. It was hard work, but he loved every second of it.

	“Pepper, very unusual, but very fertile. Two babies minimum, yes, and always high grade! Very quick, too. High price, but worth every coin, every coin!”

	The hare looked sternly across the room. Pepper imagined the gears turning in his head – did he want a cheap ‘starter’ breeder? Perhaps a single high-grade calf or a litter of low-grade puppies? Or did he want to spend the big coins and get the best of both worlds? The visitor looked around again before pointing at Pepper. “Let’s take him,” he decided in a voice nearly as high-pitched as Mister Rafeek. The other three were visibly disappointed. Heddie just looked downtrodden as usual, Rusty bared her teeth, and Twig stood up, nearly knocking her head on the ceiling, and slogged off to the pantry to find something to fill her belly.

	“Very well, good sir, very well!” Mister Rafeek squeaked, nodding eagerly, opening his hand up to the hare who quickly filled it with several golden bars and a small glass vial filled with a familiar white, viscous fluid. The rate pocketed the lot and then flipped a single silver coin at Pepper. “Go find yourself something to eat, yes,” he ordered, “You won’t be to making high-grade babies skinny as you are, no!”

*

	The hardest part of the next few months was the waiting. He was consistently the last one to get impregnated because his pregnancies were always so quick. Twig was first, as usual, then Heddie, then finally Rusty and Pepper. It was agony, watching the bodies of the other girls swell with life, knowing he would be next. He always squirmed when they wobbled by, the cat’s thoughts preoccupied with how enjoyable and stimulating his eventual birth would be.

	Time crawled along basically as Pepper anticipated. After being repeatedly artificially impregnated with the hare’s seed, his belly began to steadily swell, ruining his svelte male silhouette. His toes disappeared from sight in a few months, as expected, but he just kept growing, bigger and bigger. This was also no surprise – Mister Rafeek wasn’t exaggerating when he bragged about the feline’s hyper-fertility! Pepper never carried just one baby, there were always at least two, usually three or even four depending on the donor!

	As Pepper became closer and closer to littering, it became an agonizing waiting game. Mister Rafeek had all his breeders’ cycles down to a science, and made sure they were all knocked up in such a way that all their due dates would be around the same time. Then, a day or two before they were expected to drop, he would scoop them up and drive them by carriage to his secret mercantile where he could sell their offspring. Mister Rafeek usually set up shop in a warehouse behind a fish merchant further downstream. The fish vendor was a convenient front, helping to cover up many of the smells and sights that came with the delivery and sale of new cubs.

	Pepper was so bloated with ‘stock’ he could hardly move, but the days crawled on and Mister Rafeek didn’t come. It must have been Twig’s fault, Pepper thought, she took almost a full year to make her product, and she was a late seller this year. He knew enough about the ins and outs of Mister Rafeek’s business to realize it was a delicate balance – move stock too early, and there would be nothing to sell. Move stock too late, and the product wouldn’t be fresh enough to drum up enough interest. But did the rat have to wait so long?!

	It wasn’t long before the feline felt the familiar twinge of early labour. It was early afternoon and by the sounds of things, Heddie wasn’t faring much better than Pepper was. Heddie’s deliveries took forever, though – she could have a calf hanging half-out of her right now and not have it delivered until tomorrow morning. Pepper was not so lucky. If he was feeling the start of it now, there was a good chance that he would be pushing by nightfall!

	Mister Rafeek and his carriage didn’t arrive until after sundown that day. By that time Pepper was sweating, almost panting as he tried to keep the babies from escaping. It felt like they were boxing inside him, kicking up into his lungs and punching his stomach with enough force to make him heave. It wasn’t particularly painful yet, just overstimulating! The rat hurried everyone into the carriage, Pepper staying at the end of the line.

	“M-mister Rafeek,” He mewled, “I’m not sure all the goods will be in their, uh, original packaging by the time we get to market . . .”

	The rat put an arm around the cat’s shoulder and smiled. Pepper flinched, feeling Mister Rafeek’s naked, bony fingers cling to his fur. His hackles rose. “Do your best, yes, do your best,” the rodent encouraged, flashing a toothy grin. “Remember, customer pays for fresh, high-grade stock! Friend Rafeek worked hard to sell your womb, and Pepper has reputation to keep, yes? If Pepper gives stale, low-grade stock, Pepper’s reputation maybe not so good yes?” The rat tightened his grip without changing his facial expression. “We do not want to disappoint our lapine friend, no? Disappointing breeder get disappointing pay, yes,” he threatened, still smiling.

	Pepper swallowed hard. “I-I’ll try,” he nodded nervously, stepping up into the leather interior across from Rusty and Heddie, with Mister Rafeek himself settling in beside him.

	The trip to market was awkward and silent, save for the occasional mewl from Pepper as the pressure began to build inside. He fidgeted, shuffling nervously. He wanted to touch himself so bad to take the edge off, but with Mister Rafeek sitting right there . . .

	His thoughts were interrupted when the carriage hit a missing cobblestone. Pepper launched into the air, striking his head on the roof of the carriage before coming crashing down on his side, his waters breaking all over the floor in one big splash. He groaned, still feeling full to bursting and now soaked from the waist down . . .all in front of Mister Rafeek and the girls!

	Mister Rafeek sighed. “Always with the drama, yes? Can we not have one quiet trip?”

	Pepper groaned and tried to roll over onto his back, leaning heavily against the carriage seat. He didn’t plan on giving his fellow breeders a show this early, but the feline was a master of improvisation at this point – and at stealing the spotlight. He shoved a hand down his breeches, trying to wriggle out of the wet fabric. Mister Rafeek stepped in quickly, leaning over and tearing his clothes with his claws.

	“Aww,” Pepper whined, “I bought those!”

	“No need for clothes at market. Besides, you buy more, yes?”

	“Y-yes Mister Rafeek . . .ow!”

	Pepper flinched, feeling the crossbreeds inside him grind against each other, fighting over who would get to be first. It was painful, but the stretching and moving inside him just felt so damn good! He reached down between his legs to check, but the rat beside him grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

	“If you’re going to show off then let us see, yes?”

	“B-but-”

	“No buts, yes? Wait until the head is out!”

	Pepper used his other hand to grip the leather of the seat behind him, while Mister Rafeek pushed his own free hand down his pants. It made Pepper want to touch himself even more! The cuntboy whined once more, the groan turning into a grunt as something very solid started to push him open from the inside. The stretching felt so good it was almost too much!

	Mister Rafeek stuffed the cat’s torn clothes under his spread legs to keep the carriage from getting stained, and then watched with great interest as Pepper panted and grunted, the head spreading his lips wider and wider until it squeezed out all the way. The baby’s feline and lapine traits were very obvious: the baby had long, slightly pointed ears and a short, triangular nose. Before Pepper could take a breath, the rat pushed two fingers roughly into the half-born baby’s mouth, feeling it gag and choke around his claws. That was a good sign!

	“N-now can I?”

	“Do not to be touching the product!” the rat warned, his slippery hands firmly cupped around the baby’s head, examining its ears and face.

	Pepper didn’t hesitate and reached between his legs, quickly running his padded fingers against his erect clit. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to peak, the feline snarling out a mighty orgasm that forced the mewling firstborn right out into Mister Rafeek’s waiting hands.

	Without hesitation, Mister Rafeek pulled the newborn kitten away, holding it by the neck, and reached under the seat with his free hand. He pulled out something that look vaguely like a sex toy with a large, bulbous tip, and crammed it into the feline’s aching, stretched cunt. Pepper gasped as the toy slid right up into his body and then pushed INSIDE his cervix, the bulb blocking his womb and preventing any more cubs from arriving too early. He felt so full he was almost cramped, but at the same time it felt better than any sex the feline had ever had!

	“Now then.” Mister Rafeek grinned, giving the cervical plug a flick and watching as Pepper flinched, “Let us be having a look at this early delivery, yes . . .oh, a boy, not a good start, no, not a good start!” he placed the newborn on his lap and pried his little legs open, revealing a small, plump prick and a fat, smooth scrotum. The kitten was white and grey, paler than his mother. The rat absentmindedly fondled the newborn’s tiny member as he began to examine the rest of him. “He seems to have mommy’s lean figure, yes? One point for fat, I think, and two points for muscle!” As he talked, the newborn’s member began to stiffen and twitch.

	Pepper groaned in frustration. Boys were always graded lower than girls – there was never enough of a demand for them. “He’s got good reflexes, r-right?” He asked, breathing high up in his chest. Each twitch sent vibrations through his body, the plug so deep it felt like his bones were rattling with each breath.

	“Very good reflexes, yes, very good,” Mister Rafeek nodded, satisfied with the newborn’s response to his touch. He ran his fingers over every inch of his little body, pinching his little toes, his ears, and even his tongue! The tiny cabbit boy fussed, aimlessly kicking and fidgeting. “Good fur, too. Very smooth! Grade A, yes, Pepper is lucky!”

	Pepper sighed with relief, still tense from the cervical plug. He was glad the baby was okay, but more glad that he made it into the “A” grade category. He had a reputation to keep up, after all, and after watching the rat sell so many of his offspring, he was finding it easier and easier not to get attached!

	Mister Rafeek kept the newborn in his arms for the rest of the trip, his hand sliding up and down underneath the tiny pink shaft, but occasionally reaching over to smack Pepper’s hand away if he dared to try and touch himself again. By the time they made it to the market, Pepper’s second cabbit baby was trying to push the plug out all on its own. The feline had to walk with his legs closed, which made for a very amusing duck-like waddle as he struggled to squeeze behind the fish merchant’s stall to the secret warehouse where Mister Rafeek set up shop. Many of the rat’s other breeders were already there, likely escorted by the rat’s underlings a few hours earlier, and the tell-tale shrieks and cries of newborn cubs let Pepper know that he wasn’t the only one with stock that was eager to be sold. It all made Pepper very excited, and he shivered a little when he was led behind the stall and cuffed to the wall. His arms were stretched above his head, forcing him to stand.

	“No touching, no! Mister Rafeek will just mark this one while we wait for the customer, yes?” the rat teased, his eyes glinting as he held the first squealing baby upside-down in one hand. It was clear that Mister Rafeek had been playing with the poor boy, his tiny member was red and unsheathed.

	Pepper shuddered uncontrollably. He wanted to touch himself so very badly, especially seeing his cabbit baby so vulnerable in the rat’s lecherous paws. He shifted his thighs together, feeling the cervical plug slide and scrape against his sensitive birth canal and the babies still inside of him. If he moved just right, he could get a little rub against his clit, but it was so difficult without the use of his hands . . .

	Mister Rafeek sat down in front of him, grinning. He knew how horny and fidgety Pepper could get this close to delivery, and Pepper knew how much the rat loved to tease. The feline watched as the rat pulled down his pants and lowered the fresh stock down to his long red member and began rubbing it into the newborn’s fur. Pepper squirmed, starting to hump the air. He wanted that to be him so badly!

	The rat slathered his precum all over the face and chest of the newborn and then began to openly stroke himself, rubbing against the soft, damp fur of the new arrival. He didn’t want to penetrate the newborn – that was always the prerogative of the buyer! He stroked himself quickly, his whiskers twitching as his narrow pink member erupted and spewed watery white fluid up against the firstborn’s chest, clearly marking it as “sold” before putting it aside on the cold ground. All they had to do now was wait for the buyer!

***

	By the time the hare made his appearance, Pepper was sure he was going to explode. The breeders around him had started to deliver their products, and the market was in full swing. Calves, cubs, fawns, and foals wailed around him, carried back and forth from buyers to sellers while breeders screamed, grunted, groaned, and moaned.

	The air was stagnant and humid, heavy and saturated with sweat. There was so much going on – both inside and out – that it was impossible for Pepper to concentrate. He almost felt dizzy trying to take it all in.

	A single cry broke through the cacophony and drew the feline’s attention. He looked around and saw Mister Rafeek tugging on the leg of a breech fawn, much to the mother’s horror. Soon that shriek was drowned out by another as an elephant mother, chained to the cement floor, felt her calf’s head slam into her cervix as her waters broke all over the ground. Another joined, an unfamiliar dairy cow standing against a pillar, pushing with all her might as her calf’s head and one arm dangled between her legs.

	Finally the buyer made himself known.

	“At last!” Mister Rafeek exclaimed, as he gleefully greeted the hare. The newborn fawn was unceremoniously dropped off at the counter for someone else to deal with. “Right this way, yes! Your delivery is waiting!”

	First, the hare was shown the little cabbit boy, still mewling and very naked.

	“This one could not wait, no!” Mister Rafeek grinned, “He was very eager to see his new owner, yes, yes!” The rat handed the newborn over to the hare, who narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the new arrival. “Grade A, yes,” he insisted, “Very good muscle tone, not so much of the fat!”

	The first thing the hare noticed was the smell. He raised the newborn to his lapine nose as if he were checking suspiciously old foodstuff. Mister Rafeek caught on right away.

	“Friend Rafeek had to mark him, yes,” he stated plainly, “Otherwise another customer would have snapped him up in a heartbeat, yes!”

	The hare nodded, and then squeezed the newborn’s thigh to test the rat’s appraisal. The flesh was firm, but yielded slightly to his touch. The rat was right – he had decent muscle tone but still plenty of room to give! The hare then squished the cabbit’s cheeks together with one hand and jammed a finger down his throat, grinning as the newborn seized up and began to choke. “Bit of a gag reflex,” he hummed, pulling his finger out and shaking it off, “Might get in the way.”

	Mister Rafeek grinned. “He is all yours, yes,” he replied, “how you are to train him is your business, yes!”

	“Well I’d better get started,” the hare replied confidently, “now where are the others?”

	Mister Rafeek smiled quietly, gesturing to Pepper. The feline blustered, trying his best to smile through the pain of his blocked birth canal. “Right here, yes, right here,” he answered, “Would the customer like to be receiving of the goods himself?”

	The hare shrugged and smiled. “I don’t mind catching, but your breeder doesn’t look like an invalid to me, why not let him earn his keep?”

	Mister Rafeek smiled and bowed out of the way. “As the buyer wishes, yes,” he replied, “Just pull the plug and be ready, yes!” He pointed to the black rubber stopper that was jamming up Pepper’s insides. The feline shook his head from side to side quickly, not ready for whatever it was the hare was going to do.

	“Nah,” the hare grinned wickedly, “I think I’ll wait.”

	Pepper swallowed hard. This was going to be torture!

	The hare continued to grin, watching Pepper out of the corner of his eye as he poked and prodded the newborn cabbit boy. He did seem indeed perky and resilient, and by the look and smell of him, the rat had already had a go. He figured the only logical thing to do would be to start from where Mister Rafeek left off!

	He wrapped his fingers around his new baby’s bits and started stroking slowly, holding him in his lap and using his other hand to spread the baby’s legs as wide as he could. The baby’s scrotum was high and tight, neatly tucked in under his erect member. “Not a bad size down there,” the hare noted aloud, measuring the baby’s member against his finger. He kept stroking until he made the baby boy squeal in confused ecstasy, his little hips bucking on instinct while his prick throbbed in his new master’s fingers. The orgasm was completely dry, but it was very real!

	“Bit on the quick side,” the hare noted, “But we’ll edge that out of you in no time.” As he spoke, the hare sucked his fingers and then pushed them between the baby’s legs, twisting his index finger gently into his talehole. The baby squirmed, mewled, tightened up and then began to relax, gently taking the digit up to the first knuckle. That was good enough for the hare, who nodded with approval and then pulled his finger out with a wet pop.

	“We are done with our exam, yes?” Mister Rafeek interrupted impatiently, “There is still more merchandise, yes!”

	With the bawling firstborn in the crook of his arm, the bottomless hare rose from his seat, grabbed the cervical plug and suddenly twisted, watching with sick glee as Pepper gasped and squirmed.

	“T-the baby’s right th-” he stammered before the hare suddenly yanked the plug out with a wet slurping sound. The black rubber was replaced almost instantly with the head of the second baby. Pepper yowled, expecting a sweet release of pressure but instead it just got worse.

	“Do not be keeping the customer waiting, kitty!” Mister Rafeek ordered, watching Pepper’s loins swell as the second baby filled the gap left by the rubber stopper. The bulge was clearly visible, and both the hare and rat watched intently.

	“I’m . . . trying . . .” Pepper panted.

	“Claim your merchandise, yes?” Mister Rafeek nudged the hare.

	The lapine hesitated, then put the firstborn down on the ground and reached down between Pepper’s legs to place his fingers around the crowning head. Pepper bore down hard, and the second cabbit’s forehead slowly squeezed out into the hare’s slimy, waiting hands. He grabbed the head and tried to pull, but his hands slipped.

	The rat let out a high-pitched, squeaky laugh. “it is not so easy, no!”

	The lapine huffed, wiping his hands off on his shirt. “Help me out, here,” he ordered, lightly backhanding the feline in the belly.

	Pepper was doing his best, but his body was still trying to adjust to the baby’s sudden decent. He yowled as the customer got a better grip on the second baby and started to twist, freeing the posterior shoulder. In one fluid motion, the second baby was out and in the hare’s hands.

	“Looks small,” the hare huffed, holding the baby upside-down by one ankle. The newborn coughed, and clear fluid trailed down its face. Mister Rafeek quickly snatched the newborn away, pulling the cord taut before he slashed it with his claws and tied the end closest to the baby in a knot.

	He quickly placed the newborn on one of the many balance scales to grade it, frowning as he tipped the balance with a metal tablet on the other side. He shot a baleful glance at Pepper before composing himself and handing the infant back to the buyer. “A little light, yes, but if the buyer will observe the perfectly smooth fur and balanced fat coverage, Friend Rafeek is sure he will agree with a second “A” grade, yes?”

	The hare narrowed his eyes, flipping the black-furred baby around in his hand, gazing between its legs. A little girl this time, with a pink puffy slit just peeking through the dark, matted fur between her toned thighs. The rat was right, she was on the small side – skinny, even, – but not malnourished. She coughed again, clenching her arms and legs tight to her body. With a body so small, she was probably already getting cold, but the buyer didn’t care. He peeled her tiny dark-furred slit open with two fingers, watching the sticky fluid cling to either side of the tiny passage. It was bright pink inside and very wet from the feline’s womb. He smeared his finger up against the inside of the exposed pussy and then jammed it upwards, causing the newborn to take a sudden breath and begin shrieking at the top of her little lungs!

	“She’s got a throat of gold,” The lapine smiled, basking in the glorious sound. He pulled his finger out and began rubbing slowly between her legs, doing his best to calm her down. “Two grade-A cabbits, and one of each at that. Not a bad haul, I’d say!” He turned to pick up the baby boy and leave when he heard a grunt from behind him and another splash on the ground as more fluid dribbled out of the feline broodstock.

	“F-friend Rafeek,” Pepper stammered, sweating, “I feel . . .aah!” He winced, biting his tongue as his belly shook, trying to expel something else.

	“Just the placenta, Pepper, yes,” The rat rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You have done this enough times to be knowing that!”

	Pepper shook his head, “No, it’s . . .”

	The feline couldn’t finish his sentence. The contractions were piling up, one on top of the other. He was so spent from the delivery of the first two, he just wanted to rest, and now it felt like he swallowed a cannonball. If it was another baby, it wasn’t sliding out like the other two!

	The rat rolled his eyes and set to work, reaching right up between Pepper’s legs without a word of warning. The breeder yelped and arched his back, feeling Mister Rafeek’s spidery fingers work their magic. He knew he had the best of intentions, but it felt like his insides were being scrambled!

	“We are not to be needing that,” he mumbled, pulling out one sloppy placenta and dropping it after quickly inspecting it for completeness.

	The lapine watched eagerly as Pepper’s face twisted and contorted in both pain and pleasure. He couldn’t imagine what it must have felt like, but he was sure that no cock had ever gone that deep! 

	“What are we looking for,” the lapine asked, still rubbing the newborn girl between her legs, making her coo with bliss. “Afterbirth? I don’t want that!”

	“A triplet, yes,” the rat answered, “Bonus for customer!”

	Mister Rafeek looked so pleased with himself. Pepper was less enthusiastic. He squinted and whined as the rat fiddled with his insides, eventually reaching in with a second hand much to the feline’s shock. He couldn’t believe it, but having both the rat’s hands inside him was starting to feel good, or maybe he was just so exhausted from the painful stretching and brutal contractions that anything was a welcome change.

	After a few minutes of poking and prodding, the rat managed to tug out a third cabbit bottom-first, the baby looking like it was trying to do a cannonball instead of a headfirst dive like the other two. Mister Rafeek stepped back and allowed his customer to look as the two tiny grey-furred legs dangled and dripped, tiny paws flexing as they were exposed to the cool air.

	“Another girl?” The lapine asked excitedly. The baby was facing the other direction so all he saw was a pair of wet, pert cheeks and a matted, fluffy cabbit tail.

	Mister Rafeek nodded. “Big one, too, yes! Very high quality!” He grabbed one leg of the baby and twisted, turning the body around and lifting one leg to the side to that the lapine could see the puffy, feminine lips between those pudgy legs. He pinched the breech cabbit’s thighs and watched her kick. “Lots of plush fat and solid meat, yes!”

	“Let me see,” The hare demanded, tucking the cabbit girl away in the crook of his arm while he reached for the new arrival. The babe in his arms fussed, the good touch taken away. The hare huffed. “Fine,” he relented, returning his hands between her legs and watching her face melt into contentment. “She’s a needy one!”

	The rat laughed. “You are to be takeing care of her, yes? Friend Rafeek will deal with the triplet until customer is ready!”

	The hare quickly realized that this little girl had a much slower burn than her brother. She didn’t like being rubbed too fast, so he had to go slowly and steadily while Mister Rafeek examined the second girl, still half-inside Pepper’s womb.

	It was several more minutes before the first girl was finally brought to orgasm by her buyer’s fingers. Perhaps the hare was out of practice, or maybe she was just a fussy, particular girl. He put her down beside her brother and crouched between Pepper’s legs to examine the third cub.

	“She’s huge,” the lapine remarked, and Pepper groaned. It was easy to tell she was the largest of the three by at least a pound, maybe even two.

	“J-just get her out!” Pepper pleaded, unsure how much more he could take. The rat chastised him with a touch.

	“You do not get to decide, no!” he reminded him. “The buyer would like to be examining the goods before they are delivered, yes?”

	The hare nodded eagerly, stepping in and grabbing the breech cub by both feet and digging his thumbs into her toes. The baby tried to pull her feet up, but the rabbit held them fast. “Very reactive,” he turned to the rat, who nodded in agreement. He let go of the baby’s feet and tried to grab her slippery butt, prying her cheeks apart to reveal her pink little pucker. He let go of one cheek and brushed his finger against it, giggling as it twitched in response. “Very, very reactive! I’m going to have fun with her! Turn her around for me,” he ordered, “I want to get a look at her other side.”

	Mister Rafeek grabbed the half-born girl by the ankles with one hand and began to twist, turning her like a corkscrew. Pepper shrieked, but ittle by little the baby began to slide out. Mister Rafeek reached up to sweep one of her arms across her chest and she slipped out up to her armpits, a loop of thick, throbbing umbilical cord unfurling and dangling by her stomach.

	There were so many hands touched and grabbing and fondling this half-born cabbit! While Mister Rafeek was working on extracting her torso, the hare was poking and prodding at her pale little slit, spreading her lips just like he did with her sister. Unlike her sister, however, this little cabbit’s pink labia were so swollen, the hare could hardly get a finger through!

	“Are we any closer to getting her out?” The hare asked, adjusting is posture to kneel down between Pepper’s legs while Mister Rafeek crouched and worked above his head.

	“She is stubborn, yes, her arm is above her head! She won’t be coming out until we say, no!”

	“Good,” the hare smiled, licking his lips. “Keep her stuck.” He grabbed one of the girl’s legs in each hand and gingerly extended his tongue to touch those sticky, fresh folds, and grinned as he felt her twitch. He could only imagine what it must have felt like, not even born and already getting eaten out! He kept a firm hold on her legs to keep her from kicking, but his tongue was able to make excellent progress, each lick going slightly deeper than the last until even this one kicked out suddenly with both legs like a frog. The hare felt her tiny vaginal walls flutter, and he knew he had done his job!

	“Alright,” he started, wiping the slime from his muzzle, “Get her out.”

	Mister Rafeek nodded. In a few seconds he had her other arm free, and then he shuffled backwards, warning the hare to look out as he grabbed the cabbit firmly under her arms and pulled upwards, folding her against Pepper’s body to try and ease out the head.

	Pepper screamed, feeling like he was about to split in half. He’d delivered breech babies before, but the angle and size of this particular one made it feel much worse than anything he remembered! Still it was only agony for a moment before the head popped out and he felt the sweet euphoric release of birth. There was an instant let-down after she was out – he was empty again, and now he’d have to wait so long before he could feel that satisfying fullness again.

	The cabbit that emerged seemed tired and spent, barely moving her arms and legs, not crying but looking around, blinking her eyes as if she’d just been woken up from a nap.

	“Not as active as her brother and sister,” the hare said judgmentally.

	Mister Rafeek smiled. “Not yet, no,” he answered, holding her upside-down and shifting both of her ankles into one hand before laying into her rump with an open palm. The loud, wet smack reverberated throughout the market and a slight hush fell over the crowd before the wail of the grey-legged cabbit elicited a sparse cheer from those who heard it.

	The rodent took the latest arrival over to the scale and grinned as the heavy baby tipped it. “Easily a double-A, yes! Well done, Pepper! Two grade-As and a double-A! Another splendid haul for customer, yes, yes!”

	Pepper could only smile through his exhaustion. “My . . .pleasure . . .Friend Rafeek,” he huffed. There was one thing about being finished so early, he thought, now he had all the time he wanted to enjoy the rest of the market and catch up with the other breeders. He was sure that Twig, Rusty, and Heddie all had stories of their own to tell!

