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At a point where the road dips into a valley it passes through a number of old stone foundations, many of which are already nearly hidden by moss and bushes, seemingly abandoned forever... however there are two tracks in the snow which lead to the only building which still stands in the form of fire-gutted stone walls, and within these walls shines an eerie blue glow which lights everything nearby.\n\n”Still plenty of rations left in there, sis? I expect it'll take a week to reach the fortress, I hope we're not running out.”, one of the two feral felines asks the other with her bright yellow eyes fixated on a large piece of beef jerky which floats towards her maw, her fangs snapping it up quickly. In the meantime, her sister stuffs her entire muzzle into a bag which rests on the remains of floor planks to peek inside, while her long and thick tail slides around her body as the blueish glow dances on the intricate dark brown pattern on her lush pelt. ”There's plenty in here, almost two weeks worth – we're not in trouble.”, she states after pulling her muzzle out, and follows the sleek shape of her sister with her own equally yellow eyes when the sleek clouded leopard-like feline shuffles on the opposite side of the glowing orb which hovers half a metre off the floor – the sleekness contrasted by the curve gravid-looking belly which seems to have reached third trimester not long ago.\n\n”We can wait out another day here then, for the Ritual of Renewal, as it's almost upon us and this place is perfect – secluded but with these ruins which are easy to ward.”, the other feline replies with her eyes shining as she glosses over the various clawmarks which adorn the sooty walls... they could be easily mistaken for random scratches unless one is a sorcerer themselves or notices how they meticulously repeat very similar symbols as if they had been stenciled from an example. The feline strolls over to her resting sister who sports a very similiar pregnant belly and cranes her neck to nudge it, slowly drawing her tongue over the black teats which she can feel through the bellyfur while her sister moans softly. ”Another year, another new cub in these tummies of ours, thankfully it will still take many years before we'll be too big for our own good.”\n\nThe other one simply stretches out on her back with a pleased chuff as she lets her sister tease her teats, reaching her forepaws towards the starry sky to fire a few shooting sparkles from her claws with a quick meow. ”Mrrrrr, yes, Ralah... it's a good trade even if it will end some day... one more cub in our sealed wombs every year and one more year of sorcerous power for us both.”, she murmurs and splays out her forepaws to place them on her chest, staring into the sky while Ralah sits on her haunches to feel over her sister's distended misection and the spell-bound cubs which lazily stir within. After a moment of silent reflection, Ralah's sister raises her forepaws as well to place them on her gravid belly, both of them now lightly leaning into each other's midsections. ”Ready, Ryla? Let us begin.”, she says to Ralah when their gazes lock into each others eyes, their splayed-out paws pressing into each others wombs. A quick nod answers the question and  thus they start syncronized purring combined with random meowing chanting, their claws lightly digging into the swollen bellies their paws rest on.\n\nThe wards around them begin to glow dimly from the magic that soon swirls around the dark duo when their rumbling and eerie meowing intensifies... their initially motionless tails now sweeping the snow-covered rubble due to the infusion of new power making their litters restless, their wombs already aching from the visible kicking and deforming caused by the magic-imbued cubs. Nevertheless, they both only press the belly under their forepaws even harder, feeling the movement of their sister's brood under their paw pads as they grit their teeth – their eyes still locked and their pupils wide from the discomfort as the ritual progresses.\n\nSoon they both pant so rapidly that they are barely able to keep up with the rhythm of their chanting, their tails thumping the ground while their bodies tremble... the wards glowing brighter and brighter until there's a sudden cold flash of light which causes the two sisters to simultaneously tense up and fall silent immediately. Seconds later their hackles rise and their tails poof up as they shoot into the air when the final pain of the forced ovulation followed by an otherwordly implantation, hits them. Though mercifully it soon fades and they are able to relax, rubbing and scritching each others midsections gently to soothe the lively litters within.\n\nEventually, the two felines simply lay in the middle of the crumbling room, the magical orb radiating light and heat over them while the wards still flicker occasionally – their gravid bellies touching and tails wrapped around each other.. ”Mreow... I hate how much my brood kicks when we do this, it's only going to get harder in the future.”, Ralah says with a yawn and grooms her muzzle with a forepaw, uttering a meep when Ryla lightly baps her nose. ”Price of power, sis – but no worries, we can stretch much more.”, she snerks, before perking her ears to look around. ”We better get on the move tomorrow, our presence is disturbing the long-term residents here – I'd rather not waste my time dealing with them.”, she adds, yawning as well, both of them settling to sleep as light snow gradually falls over them.\n\nThe next morning they carefully erase the wards and other evidence of their brief stay, pausing occasionally to nuzzle each other's gravid bellies to make sure nothing went wrong during the ritual, and to relax for the upcoming journey. ”Good enough, sis, the restless dead will trample over the rest... our pursuers will never know we were here. Lets hit the road.”, Ryla comments and receives an agreeable nod from her sister, the due heading out through the collapsed doorways to get back on the ancient road, their earlier paw prints already almost hidden by a layer of fresh snow as they continue their trek with their rotund bellies swaying as they walk.\n\nTravelling through the mostly abandoned lands is easy for them as their now renewed magical prowess allows them to easily hunt and outright conjure both food and shelter, whereas the newly added extra load in their wombs can be hardly felt yet – hence they are both in good spirits when they arrive to the lands of a hedgehog dynasty duchy, the castle of the local lord being their target. Albeit the lord proves out to be initially dismissive, the sisters manage to strike a deal where they will work as battle sorcerers for the lord's armies to allow him to finally take over the contested lands they crossed earlier, their spells being a necessary force multiplier to take out strategic targets and sow chaos.\n\nSomething which they are willing to do in earnest in the following spring months as the lord wages war on the bandits and brigands who have established a strong foothold on a nearby region ravaged by a past war... the gravid forms of the feral felines making first eyebrows rise, and eventually back spines when they unleash punishing tornadoes and hailstorms against their enemies in battle while performing intelligence through scrying and mind reading. Whereas when not in battle, the duo always stays just barely in sight at the outskirts of the main army, making good use of the cozy tent and food provided by their contract.\n\nAs days turn into weeks and then months while the lord's armies march through the lands to vanquish any stray troops left over by the now broken brigand armies, the girth of the sisters bellies increases steadily – prompting the odd inquiry by curious officers, although none ever receives more than icy glare  in return. Thus eventually they stop asking, and the sisters fulfill their duties while the root of their powers remains shrouded in secrecy.\n\n”Ngyaaah! Why must they be so restless again... it'll be hard to travel if this continues.”, Ralah glowers as she lies on the hay mattress and kneads her belly in frustration, whereas Ryla sits on her haunches and stares out of the door flap into the darkness – her forepaws held slightly above her distended belly. As she chants, a minute swirl of air can be seen between her paw pads.. and suddenly her pupils grow wide, her ears swinging backwards as she hastily looks at her sister.\n\n”They're closer than I thought – such poor timing! We need to move tomorrow or we'll risk them stumbling upon this army and being directed to us, we can't linger!”, she blurts out and draws a deep breath, groaning as a powerful kick distorts her own belly. ”The ritual draws near and we must let them smell it when we prepare.” In return, Ralah simply snarls at thin air and slaps her own belly angrily, rolling onto her paws to walk around the tent. ”Then we'll leave tomorrow, I can handle it for now!”\n\nThe next morning they waste no time in seeking out the closest officer, telling him that the winds of magic compel them to move on, and that the lord hardly needs their services at this point regardless. Moments later they are already on their way with final pay as the hedgehog decides not to contest their decision, barely daring to ask where they are headed... a question which they are eager to answer to provide a false response. Instead of heading east in the sunny weather, they merely go on as far as they need to get completely out of sight, after which they turn their muzzles to south – both relishing the the warmth which soothes their sore gravid bellies as their unearthly litters kick and squirm within their sealed wombs.\n\nFor the next week they slowly trek south along long-forgotten routes, slashing and tearing their way through overgrown paths with both magic and claws – the ancient cobblestone road leading them towards the ocean. To avoid being detected they shirk away from the occasional inhabited villages which have sprung up around the ruins of old trading posts and other remains of the old civilization, although they repeatedly prey on whatever livestock they can find, during the long nights... their increasingly gravid bellies demanding nourishment.\n\nBy the time they finally arrive to the tropical shores of the ocean they are already being hindered by the weight and girth of their midsections... yet they know that they must renew their powers soon or they will dissipate. With this in mind they stroll along the beach and enjoy long forays into the warm ocean which soothes their straining wombs and calms their litters, all while mentally preparing for yet another ritual.\n\nSeveral days later the night falls upon them as they have found shelter in the beached and partially demolished remains of an old sailing ship, which is a welcome change from the chilly burned village where they did this the next time. Once again the weathered damp wood has been adorned with symbols gouged into it by their claws and the blue light of the orb fills the least damaged space of the hull where the duo has holed up. ”This is going to make life quite awkward for us in the near future... but we will need the power.”, Ryla says contritely as she sits and watches Ralah finish drawing on the sand, her forepaw resting on her hefty belly. Her sister merely nods as her eyes remain fixated on the complex figures she's working on – her extended claw making long deliberate strokes for a good while before she finally raises her head to gaze into her sister's eyes.\n\n”We knew what we signed up for and it has been a great run – those idiots after us will be taken care of, and then we can figure out how we'll mitigate our problems.”, she says coldly and receives an enthusiastic mrowl in return, both of their eyes glinting in cruel determination as they look at each other. ”First we need to take care of this so that we'll be at the peak of our power, however, so shall we...?”, she adds after a few moments, and they both almost immediately step closer to each other to lay their paws on their gravid midsections like the last time. This time their dark chanting melds with the warm ocean winds and the nightly darkness of the jungle which borders the beach, both of them confident that no-one is listening. But just before their voices die down, there's a brief dual flash of green in the forest akin to eyes reflecting the moonlight – and then it's gone.\n\nDuring the following day the sisters simply rest as the ritual exhausted them more than usual... seeing how the addition to their litters was also greater than normal due to their fear that they wouldn't be able to face their pursuers otherwise. ”I wish this wasn't overkill, my innards are still throbbing~”, Ryla remarks, growling as they toss and turn restlessly on the damp sand, both trying to soothe each others midsections with their forepaws. ”It'll be fine, we won't gain significant girth for a month or so... and we should hunt down those pesky fox mages before that, shouldn't be hard.”, Ralah reassures her and the earlier determined expression returns on both of their faces.\n\nThe next weeks don't turn out to be nearly as fruitful as they hope, however, seeing that once they begin to retract their steps, they fail to run to even a hair of the mages they have a quarrel with – regardless of how forcefully they cross-examine terrified villagers or how much ruckus they cause otherwise in the surrounding countryside, setting small forest fires and slaying cattle among other things. Rather soon this begins to frustrate and then unsettle them as their broods gradually distend their bellies towards even more hindering sizes, something which could put them into disadvantage despite their magical prowess remaining potent and even growing along the way.\n\n”Dammit, where are those flea-ridden mages hiding? I don't like this stupid place at all, I'm too heavy for all this walking in this freaking grass!”, Ryla hisses as the coarse grass brushes over her low-hanging teats, the swaying weight of her litter making her gait unsteady. Ralah ignores her for the time being as she peers inside a sagging empty-looking barn, the musty smell making her scrunch her muzzle. ”Smells like crap but no dice, again, I wonder -”, she begins to say before there's a sudden thunderous crack which outright obliterates the rear of the barn, sending a shower splinters flying over the sister's whose eyes have gone wide and tails poofy in a flash.\n\nAs the two hastily scamper away from the barn and conjure shields to protect themselves, a lanky graying fox walks through the barn's remains with two younger-looking companions – all of them clad in ornate leather armour and deep red cloak, their hands empty. ”Let me spare you the trouble of seeking us any further, ladies... it has been a long time since you darkened the doors of our castle, but lest you think we've forgotten...”, he speaks loudly and pauses to deflect a fiery bolt fired at him with a quick silently uttered spell, stumbling slightly. ”And I see that you're as feisty as ever, not to mention far more gravid than ever – you've clearly been preparing for us.”, he adds with a chuckle and slams his hands together swiftly to fizzle out a ball lightning which appears before him.\n\n”Leave us be! We were nothing but mercenaries – not our fault that you nearly lost! You made a mistake ever coming after us!”, Ralah hisses in response while her raised right forepaw crackles with lighting which she keeps releasing towards the other mages, her sister already sitting and weaving a greater spell around them as evidenced on how the grass begins to wilt and smoulder. The approaching mage merely smirks briefly while he endures the assault, despite stumbling and  staggering as he protects himself and his companions with a variety of techniques. ”Last warning... the kingdom will never find your remains if you don't turn around...!”, Ryla growls with her forepaws high in the air and yellow eyes gleaming brightly.\n\nUndeterred, the mage takes a few more steps before he suddenly raises his hand, staring right back at the dark sisters whose shapes are being partially obscured by heatwaves rising all around them. Like on command, the two younger foxes simultaneously pull out a pouch from their breast pockets, pulling out the contents – which turn out to be perfectly mily white oval stones they raise high over their heads. Almost instantly both Ryla and Ralah whimper from sudden kicking and contractions in their gravid midsections, Ryla's fiery spell faltering visibly as the shimmering heat clears. ”Protection spell, quickly!”, she grunts to her sister and grits her teeth when the squirming of her litter intensifies.\n\n”Damn, how – I'll – nnnrgh!”, Ralah blurts out in a frustrated manner as she quickly changes the position of her forepaw to start meowing out a new spell, but the opposing mages practically rush forward – the anguish in the feline's swollen belly rapidly getting out of control as the litter begins to kick and pound her uterus wildly. Her entire body jerks and her concentrations lapses, the spell failing instantly to her dismay... her ears flipping even further downwards when she realizes that the soft thud behind her is her sister collapsing to the ground. ”I ca-ca-can't – too much – he-help!”, Ryle groans and cries out in agony as she curls around her lively belly which constantly deforms here and there from the movement of her brood. Seeing that the mages are almost upon them, Ralah struggles to at least fend them off, growling – but just before she can get even a low-level fire bolt off, a searing pain shoots through her midsection and she hits the ground, her paws clencing and flailing as she shrieks.\n\n”Quickly! The collars! While they're still down!”, the elderly fox mage shouts and maintains his gaze on the squirming black felines, his outstretched arms clearly meaning business in case they try to get up when the other two slip the stones back to their pouches and take out one chain collar each – throwing themselves onto the sisters to wrestle the collars around their necks in a flurry of fur and paws. Once they're done, Ryla and Ralah both cease thrashing and gasp loudly, their pupils wide and ears swept back. Whereas the fox mage utters a breath of relief, his eerily calm demeanor breaking down. ”Good, they worked – I was kind of afraid that they'd lack sufficient restriction power, but they're holding for now – lets get these ladies ready for a trip.”, he tells his companions while they check on cuts and gouges received during the brief scuffle.\n\nLater on, along the route to the north.... \n\n”You two really should appreciate our efforts more – it took us seven years to fashion the stones to target your only weakness and to forge dampening collars good enough that they wouldn't fail to keep your powers under check.”, the graying mage comments while stopping momentarily to lean on his walking staff – his leather armour packed into a non-descript looking but magical shoulder bag along with the armours of his companions now that they've all changed to more casual wear suitable for long travels. His snipe is met with an icy glare and snort from Ryla while Ralah keeps throwing nervous glances at their captors, her considerable magical powers tantalizingly out of her reach thanks to the chain collars.\n\nAs he motions for the two younger foxes to start walking again, the elderly mage chuckles at how the felines obediently get on the move after a few warning taps with a stick on their gravid flanks. Hours quickly go by in nearly complete silence as they follow the meandering dirt path deep in the forest, the silence only broken by the occasional groan from one of the captive felines when their litters decide to shift or pummel their hefty bellies from the inside. Finally when the edge of the forest comes in sight in the distance, Ryla slows down to look at the foxes over her shoulder with a defiant expression. ”Alright, alright – you forced us to yield! But why all this, to humiliate us before you kill us?”, she hisses and sweeps the ground with her tail.\n\nThe mage earns a perplexed look from the feline when he fimly shakes his head and hurries over to the side of the pregnant duo, nudging Ryla's flank with his walking staff to elicit another derisive snort from her. ”Oh no – or, I mean, normally the king would demand your heads but we have better things to do than run around executing all the mercenaries we faced – this is a personal endeavour to 'thank' you for bringing low all our magical defences and nearly costing us our lives.”, he explains in a rather casual manner, the dripping sarcasm in the latter part of his sentence causing the sisters to grit their teeth and hunker down even closer to the ground despite their teats practically dragging over it already. ”You are going to be our personal prizes, and you will be putting yourself into our service whether you want it or not.”, he concludes and briskly walks ahead, forcing the gravid felines to keep up with him as they are herded from behind. ”Never! You old cooter...”, Ryla whimpers in powerless frustration, whereas Ralah simply measures the ground with her eyes as they keep plodding ahead at an uncomfortable pace, leaving the forest for rolling fields dotted with farm houses and cattle fields.\n\nThree months later...\n\n”Good girl! No longer have to show you how to get ready for me.”, the cheery voice of the female vixen echoes from the granite walls when she steps right over to the milking table and elicits a whine from Ralah by yanking on one of her teats, a thin jet of milk hitting the floor. The dismayed feline refrains from answering as she resigns to be milked by the vixen who is already filling a glass bottle from the teat. Earlier, Ralah would have instantly respoded to such a demeaning insult, but after months of having been kept collared in a stone pen while her and her sister's dampened magical powers had been mostly useful to keep themselves fed and their bodies in good shape, it felt pointless to do anything but comply. Especially because the alternative to the current humiliating yet quiet life had been ”execution through unspecificied means” which neither of them had been eager to try out.\n\nAs the glass bottles keep piling up, the vixen eventually sighs and shakes her head. ”Giving me the ol' silent treament again, eh? Hope you're good at listening!”, she laughs while Ryla lounges on the floor and watches her quietly weeping sister being milked, hardly listening to the bubbly rambling of the vixen due to her brood stirring in her large belly. It was going to be another long day, she ponders and idly gouges the floor with her claws, her mind seeking out for symbols which the magic of the collar keeps her from remembering...\n\nThe End\n\nText by me\n\nIllustrations by [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blondieblack]Blondie[/url]\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Gravid Sorcery for Ferals<br /><br />It&#039;s late night in the deep woods where moonlight reflects off the snowy branches of spruces and wolves howl to break the silence &ndash; but despite the isolation, there&#039;s still an old cobbled road which meanders through the landscape, its surface covered in a thin layer of snow and cracked by small trees in many places. At a point where the road dips into a valley it passes through a number of old stone foundations, many of which are already nearly hidden by moss and bushes, seemingly abandoned forever... however there are two tracks in the snow which lead to the only building which still stands in the form of fire-gutted stone walls, and within these walls shines an eerie blue glow which lights everything nearby.<br /><br />&rdquo;Still plenty of rations left in there, sis? I expect it&#039;ll take a week to reach the fortress, I hope we&#039;re not running out.&rdquo;, one of the two feral felines asks the other with her bright yellow eyes fixated on a large piece of beef jerky which floats towards her maw, her fangs snapping it up quickly. In the meantime, her sister stuffs her entire muzzle into a bag which rests on the remains of floor planks to peek inside, while her long and thick tail slides around her body as the blueish glow dances on the intricate dark brown pattern on her lush pelt. &rdquo;There&#039;s plenty in here, almost two weeks worth &ndash; we&#039;re not in trouble.&rdquo;, she states after pulling her muzzle out, and follows the sleek shape of her sister with her own equally yellow eyes when the sleek clouded leopard-like feline shuffles on the opposite side of the glowing orb which hovers half a metre off the floor &ndash; the sleekness contrasted by the curve gravid-looking belly which seems to have reached third trimester not long ago.<br /><br />&rdquo;We can wait out another day here then, for the Ritual of Renewal, as it&#039;s almost upon us and this place is perfect &ndash; secluded but with these ruins which are easy to ward.&rdquo;, the other feline replies with her eyes shining as she glosses over the various clawmarks which adorn the sooty walls... they could be easily mistaken for random scratches unless one is a sorcerer themselves or notices how they meticulously repeat very similar symbols as if they had been stenciled from an example. The feline strolls over to her resting sister who sports a very similiar pregnant belly and cranes her neck to nudge it, slowly drawing her tongue over the black teats which she can feel through the bellyfur while her sister moans softly. &rdquo;Another year, another new cub in these tummies of ours, thankfully it will still take many years before we&#039;ll be too big for our own good.&rdquo;<br /><br />The other one simply stretches out on her back with a pleased chuff as she lets her sister tease her teats, reaching her forepaws towards the starry sky to fire a few shooting sparkles from her claws with a quick meow. &rdquo;Mrrrrr, yes, Ralah... it&#039;s a good trade even if it will end some day... one more cub in our sealed wombs every year and one more year of sorcerous power for us both.&rdquo;, she murmurs and splays out her forepaws to place them on her chest, staring into the sky while Ralah sits on her haunches to feel over her sister&#039;s distended misection and the spell-bound cubs which lazily stir within. After a moment of silent reflection, Ralah&#039;s sister raises her forepaws as well to place them on her gravid belly, both of them now lightly leaning into each other&#039;s midsections. &rdquo;Ready, Ryla? Let us begin.&rdquo;, she says to Ralah when their gazes lock into each others eyes, their splayed-out paws pressing into each others wombs. A quick nod answers the question and&nbsp;&nbsp;thus they start syncronized purring combined with random meowing chanting, their claws lightly digging into the swollen bellies their paws rest on.<br /><br />The wards around them begin to glow dimly from the magic that soon swirls around the dark duo when their rumbling and eerie meowing intensifies... their initially motionless tails now sweeping the snow-covered rubble due to the infusion of new power making their litters restless, their wombs already aching from the visible kicking and deforming caused by the magic-imbued cubs. Nevertheless, they both only press the belly under their forepaws even harder, feeling the movement of their sister&#039;s brood under their paw pads as they grit their teeth &ndash; their eyes still locked and their pupils wide from the discomfort as the ritual progresses.<br /><br />Soon they both pant so rapidly that they are barely able to keep up with the rhythm of their chanting, their tails thumping the ground while their bodies tremble... the wards glowing brighter and brighter until there&#039;s a sudden cold flash of light which causes the two sisters to simultaneously tense up and fall silent immediately. Seconds later their hackles rise and their tails poof up as they shoot into the air when the final pain of the forced ovulation followed by an otherwordly implantation, hits them. Though mercifully it soon fades and they are able to relax, rubbing and scritching each others midsections gently to soothe the lively litters within.<br /><br />Eventually, the two felines simply lay in the middle of the crumbling room, the magical orb radiating light and heat over them while the wards still flicker occasionally &ndash; their gravid bellies touching and tails wrapped around each other.. &rdquo;Mreow... I hate how much my brood kicks when we do this, it&#039;s only going to get harder in the future.&rdquo;, Ralah says with a yawn and grooms her muzzle with a forepaw, uttering a meep when Ryla lightly baps her nose. &rdquo;Price of power, sis &ndash; but no worries, we can stretch much more.&rdquo;, she snerks, before perking her ears to look around. &rdquo;We better get on the move tomorrow, our presence is disturbing the long-term residents here &ndash; I&#039;d rather not waste my time dealing with them.&rdquo;, she adds, yawning as well, both of them settling to sleep as light snow gradually falls over them.<br /><br />The next morning they carefully erase the wards and other evidence of their brief stay, pausing occasionally to nuzzle each other&#039;s gravid bellies to make sure nothing went wrong during the ritual, and to relax for the upcoming journey. &rdquo;Good enough, sis, the restless dead will trample over the rest... our pursuers will never know we were here. Lets hit the road.&rdquo;, Ryla comments and receives an agreeable nod from her sister, the due heading out through the collapsed doorways to get back on the ancient road, their earlier paw prints already almost hidden by a layer of fresh snow as they continue their trek with their rotund bellies swaying as they walk.<br /><br />Travelling through the mostly abandoned lands is easy for them as their now renewed magical prowess allows them to easily hunt and outright conjure both food and shelter, whereas the newly added extra load in their wombs can be hardly felt yet &ndash; hence they are both in good spirits when they arrive to the lands of a hedgehog dynasty duchy, the castle of the local lord being their target. Albeit the lord proves out to be initially dismissive, the sisters manage to strike a deal where they will work as battle sorcerers for the lord&#039;s armies to allow him to finally take over the contested lands they crossed earlier, their spells being a necessary force multiplier to take out strategic targets and sow chaos.<br /><br />Something which they are willing to do in earnest in the following spring months as the lord wages war on the bandits and brigands who have established a strong foothold on a nearby region ravaged by a past war... the gravid forms of the feral felines making first eyebrows rise, and eventually back spines when they unleash punishing tornadoes and hailstorms against their enemies in battle while performing intelligence through scrying and mind reading. Whereas when not in battle, the duo always stays just barely in sight at the outskirts of the main army, making good use of the cozy tent and food provided by their contract.<br /><br />As days turn into weeks and then months while the lord&#039;s armies march through the lands to vanquish any stray troops left over by the now broken brigand armies, the girth of the sisters bellies increases steadily &ndash; prompting the odd inquiry by curious officers, although none ever receives more than icy glare&nbsp;&nbsp;in return. Thus eventually they stop asking, and the sisters fulfill their duties while the root of their powers remains shrouded in secrecy.<br /><br />&rdquo;Ngyaaah! Why must they be so restless again... it&#039;ll be hard to travel if this continues.&rdquo;, Ralah glowers as she lies on the hay mattress and kneads her belly in frustration, whereas Ryla sits on her haunches and stares out of the door flap into the darkness &ndash; her forepaws held slightly above her distended belly. As she chants, a minute swirl of air can be seen between her paw pads.. and suddenly her pupils grow wide, her ears swinging backwards as she hastily looks at her sister.<br /><br />&rdquo;They&#039;re closer than I thought &ndash; such poor timing! We need to move tomorrow or we&#039;ll risk them stumbling upon this army and being directed to us, we can&#039;t linger!&rdquo;, she blurts out and draws a deep breath, groaning as a powerful kick distorts her own belly. &rdquo;The ritual draws near and we must let them smell it when we prepare.&rdquo; In return, Ralah simply snarls at thin air and slaps her own belly angrily, rolling onto her paws to walk around the tent. &rdquo;Then we&#039;ll leave tomorrow, I can handle it for now!&rdquo;<br /><br />The next morning they waste no time in seeking out the closest officer, telling him that the winds of magic compel them to move on, and that the lord hardly needs their services at this point regardless. Moments later they are already on their way with final pay as the hedgehog decides not to contest their decision, barely daring to ask where they are headed... a question which they are eager to answer to provide a false response. Instead of heading east in the sunny weather, they merely go on as far as they need to get completely out of sight, after which they turn their muzzles to south &ndash; both relishing the the warmth which soothes their sore gravid bellies as their unearthly litters kick and squirm within their sealed wombs.<br /><br />For the next week they slowly trek south along long-forgotten routes, slashing and tearing their way through overgrown paths with both magic and claws &ndash; the ancient cobblestone road leading them towards the ocean. To avoid being detected they shirk away from the occasional inhabited villages which have sprung up around the ruins of old trading posts and other remains of the old civilization, although they repeatedly prey on whatever livestock they can find, during the long nights... their increasingly gravid bellies demanding nourishment.<br /><br />By the time they finally arrive to the tropical shores of the ocean they are already being hindered by the weight and girth of their midsections... yet they know that they must renew their powers soon or they will dissipate. With this in mind they stroll along the beach and enjoy long forays into the warm ocean which soothes their straining wombs and calms their litters, all while mentally preparing for yet another ritual.<br /><br />Several days later the night falls upon them as they have found shelter in the beached and partially demolished remains of an old sailing ship, which is a welcome change from the chilly burned village where they did this the next time. Once again the weathered damp wood has been adorned with symbols gouged into it by their claws and the blue light of the orb fills the least damaged space of the hull where the duo has holed up. &rdquo;This is going to make life quite awkward for us in the near future... but we will need the power.&rdquo;, Ryla says contritely as she sits and watches Ralah finish drawing on the sand, her forepaw resting on her hefty belly. Her sister merely nods as her eyes remain fixated on the complex figures she&#039;s working on &ndash; her extended claw making long deliberate strokes for a good while before she finally raises her head to gaze into her sister&#039;s eyes.<br /><br />&rdquo;We knew what we signed up for and it has been a great run &ndash; those idiots after us will be taken care of, and then we can figure out how we&#039;ll mitigate our problems.&rdquo;, she says coldly and receives an enthusiastic mrowl in return, both of their eyes glinting in cruel determination as they look at each other. &rdquo;First we need to take care of this so that we&#039;ll be at the peak of our power, however, so shall we...?&rdquo;, she adds after a few moments, and they both almost immediately step closer to each other to lay their paws on their gravid midsections like the last time. This time their dark chanting melds with the warm ocean winds and the nightly darkness of the jungle which borders the beach, both of them confident that no-one is listening. But just before their voices die down, there&#039;s a brief dual flash of green in the forest akin to eyes reflecting the moonlight &ndash; and then it&#039;s gone.<br /><br />During the following day the sisters simply rest as the ritual exhausted them more than usual... seeing how the addition to their litters was also greater than normal due to their fear that they wouldn&#039;t be able to face their pursuers otherwise. &rdquo;I wish this wasn&#039;t overkill, my innards are still throbbing~&rdquo;, Ryla remarks, growling as they toss and turn restlessly on the damp sand, both trying to soothe each others midsections with their forepaws. &rdquo;It&#039;ll be fine, we won&#039;t gain significant girth for a month or so... and we should hunt down those pesky fox mages before that, shouldn&#039;t be hard.&rdquo;, Ralah reassures her and the earlier determined expression returns on both of their faces.<br /><br />The next weeks don&#039;t turn out to be nearly as fruitful as they hope, however, seeing that once they begin to retract their steps, they fail to run to even a hair of the mages they have a quarrel with &ndash; regardless of how forcefully they cross-examine terrified villagers or how much ruckus they cause otherwise in the surrounding countryside, setting small forest fires and slaying cattle among other things. Rather soon this begins to frustrate and then unsettle them as their broods gradually distend their bellies towards even more hindering sizes, something which could put them into disadvantage despite their magical prowess remaining potent and even growing along the way.<br /><br />&rdquo;Dammit, where are those flea-ridden mages hiding? I don&#039;t like this stupid place at all, I&#039;m too heavy for all this walking in this freaking grass!&rdquo;, Ryla hisses as the coarse grass brushes over her low-hanging teats, the swaying weight of her litter making her gait unsteady. Ralah ignores her for the time being as she peers inside a sagging empty-looking barn, the musty smell making her scrunch her muzzle. &rdquo;Smells like crap but no dice, again, I wonder -&rdquo;, she begins to say before there&#039;s a sudden thunderous crack which outright obliterates the rear of the barn, sending a shower splinters flying over the sister&#039;s whose eyes have gone wide and tails poofy in a flash.<br /><br />As the two hastily scamper away from the barn and conjure shields to protect themselves, a lanky graying fox walks through the barn&#039;s remains with two younger-looking companions &ndash; all of them clad in ornate leather armour and deep red cloak, their hands empty. &rdquo;Let me spare you the trouble of seeking us any further, ladies... it has been a long time since you darkened the doors of our castle, but lest you think we&#039;ve forgotten...&rdquo;, he speaks loudly and pauses to deflect a fiery bolt fired at him with a quick silently uttered spell, stumbling slightly. &rdquo;And I see that you&#039;re as feisty as ever, not to mention far more gravid than ever &ndash; you&#039;ve clearly been preparing for us.&rdquo;, he adds with a chuckle and slams his hands together swiftly to fizzle out a ball lightning which appears before him.<br /><br />&rdquo;Leave us be! We were nothing but mercenaries &ndash; not our fault that you nearly lost! You made a mistake ever coming after us!&rdquo;, Ralah hisses in response while her raised right forepaw crackles with lighting which she keeps releasing towards the other mages, her sister already sitting and weaving a greater spell around them as evidenced on how the grass begins to wilt and smoulder. The approaching mage merely smirks briefly while he endures the assault, despite stumbling and&nbsp;&nbsp;staggering as he protects himself and his companions with a variety of techniques. &rdquo;Last warning... the kingdom will never find your remains if you don&#039;t turn around...!&rdquo;, Ryla growls with her forepaws high in the air and yellow eyes gleaming brightly.<br /><br />Undeterred, the mage takes a few more steps before he suddenly raises his hand, staring right back at the dark sisters whose shapes are being partially obscured by heatwaves rising all around them. Like on command, the two younger foxes simultaneously pull out a pouch from their breast pockets, pulling out the contents &ndash; which turn out to be perfectly mily white oval stones they raise high over their heads. Almost instantly both Ryla and Ralah whimper from sudden kicking and contractions in their gravid midsections, Ryla&#039;s fiery spell faltering visibly as the shimmering heat clears. &rdquo;Protection spell, quickly!&rdquo;, she grunts to her sister and grits her teeth when the squirming of her litter intensifies.<br /><br />&rdquo;Damn, how &ndash; I&#039;ll &ndash; nnnrgh!&rdquo;, Ralah blurts out in a frustrated manner as she quickly changes the position of her forepaw to start meowing out a new spell, but the opposing mages practically rush forward &ndash; the anguish in the feline&#039;s swollen belly rapidly getting out of control as the litter begins to kick and pound her uterus wildly. Her entire body jerks and her concentrations lapses, the spell failing instantly to her dismay... her ears flipping even further downwards when she realizes that the soft thud behind her is her sister collapsing to the ground. &rdquo;I ca-ca-can&#039;t &ndash; too much &ndash; he-help!&rdquo;, Ryle groans and cries out in agony as she curls around her lively belly which constantly deforms here and there from the movement of her brood. Seeing that the mages are almost upon them, Ralah struggles to at least fend them off, growling &ndash; but just before she can get even a low-level fire bolt off, a searing pain shoots through her midsection and she hits the ground, her paws clencing and flailing as she shrieks.<br /><br />&rdquo;Quickly! The collars! While they&#039;re still down!&rdquo;, the elderly fox mage shouts and maintains his gaze on the squirming black felines, his outstretched arms clearly meaning business in case they try to get up when the other two slip the stones back to their pouches and take out one chain collar each &ndash; throwing themselves onto the sisters to wrestle the collars around their necks in a flurry of fur and paws. Once they&#039;re done, Ryla and Ralah both cease thrashing and gasp loudly, their pupils wide and ears swept back. Whereas the fox mage utters a breath of relief, his eerily calm demeanor breaking down. &rdquo;Good, they worked &ndash; I was kind of afraid that they&#039;d lack sufficient restriction power, but they&#039;re holding for now &ndash; lets get these ladies ready for a trip.&rdquo;, he tells his companions while they check on cuts and gouges received during the brief scuffle.<br /><br />Later on, along the route to the north.... <br /><br />&rdquo;You two really should appreciate our efforts more &ndash; it took us seven years to fashion the stones to target your only weakness and to forge dampening collars good enough that they wouldn&#039;t fail to keep your powers under check.&rdquo;, the graying mage comments while stopping momentarily to lean on his walking staff &ndash; his leather armour packed into a non-descript looking but magical shoulder bag along with the armours of his companions now that they&#039;ve all changed to more casual wear suitable for long travels. His snipe is met with an icy glare and snort from Ryla while Ralah keeps throwing nervous glances at their captors, her considerable magical powers tantalizingly out of her reach thanks to the chain collars.<br /><br />As he motions for the two younger foxes to start walking again, the elderly mage chuckles at how the felines obediently get on the move after a few warning taps with a stick on their gravid flanks. Hours quickly go by in nearly complete silence as they follow the meandering dirt path deep in the forest, the silence only broken by the occasional groan from one of the captive felines when their litters decide to shift or pummel their hefty bellies from the inside. Finally when the edge of the forest comes in sight in the distance, Ryla slows down to look at the foxes over her shoulder with a defiant expression. &rdquo;Alright, alright &ndash; you forced us to yield! But why all this, to humiliate us before you kill us?&rdquo;, she hisses and sweeps the ground with her tail.<br /><br />The mage earns a perplexed look from the feline when he fimly shakes his head and hurries over to the side of the pregnant duo, nudging Ryla&#039;s flank with his walking staff to elicit another derisive snort from her. &rdquo;Oh no &ndash; or, I mean, normally the king would demand your heads but we have better things to do than run around executing all the mercenaries we faced &ndash; this is a personal endeavour to &#039;thank&#039; you for bringing low all our magical defences and nearly costing us our lives.&rdquo;, he explains in a rather casual manner, the dripping sarcasm in the latter part of his sentence causing the sisters to grit their teeth and hunker down even closer to the ground despite their teats practically dragging over it already. &rdquo;You are going to be our personal prizes, and you will be putting yourself into our service whether you want it or not.&rdquo;, he concludes and briskly walks ahead, forcing the gravid felines to keep up with him as they are herded from behind. &rdquo;Never! You old cooter...&rdquo;, Ryla whimpers in powerless frustration, whereas Ralah simply measures the ground with her eyes as they keep plodding ahead at an uncomfortable pace, leaving the forest for rolling fields dotted with farm houses and cattle fields.<br /><br />Three months later...<br /><br />&rdquo;Good girl! No longer have to show you how to get ready for me.&rdquo;, the cheery voice of the female vixen echoes from the granite walls when she steps right over to the milking table and elicits a whine from Ralah by yanking on one of her teats, a thin jet of milk hitting the floor. The dismayed feline refrains from answering as she resigns to be milked by the vixen who is already filling a glass bottle from the teat. Earlier, Ralah would have instantly respoded to such a demeaning insult, but after months of having been kept collared in a stone pen while her and her sister&#039;s dampened magical powers had been mostly useful to keep themselves fed and their bodies in good shape, it felt pointless to do anything but comply. Especially because the alternative to the current humiliating yet quiet life had been &rdquo;execution through unspecificied means&rdquo; which neither of them had been eager to try out.<br /><br />As the glass bottles keep piling up, the vixen eventually sighs and shakes her head. &rdquo;Giving me the ol&#039; silent treament again, eh? Hope you&#039;re good at listening!&rdquo;, she laughs while Ryla lounges on the floor and watches her quietly weeping sister being milked, hardly listening to the bubbly rambling of the vixen due to her brood stirring in her large belly. 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