\n\t\t\t\t\tigglypouEven if there’s no actual night or day in space, as per usual procedure captain Feligris had established a regular 24-hour ambient cycle on her ship “Terrorclaw” for comfort, given that at the moment it would be few weeks before the next serious mission where the crew would need to be extra-sharp and hence she had felt downtime would be preferable. And right now late during the artificial night she’s enjoying her own downtime in her quarters, basking in the radiance of two gas giants the night crew is probing in case there’d be something unusual about them they could sell as information.
Not that Feligris is merely lazing either given how physically partaking in many of the duties on her ship has been complicated or impossible for her lately, thanks to her awkwardly gravid late-term abdomen which juts toward the ceiling like a furry boulder between her thighs and further added difficulties caused by her constantly engorged which bulge from her top and make her constantly feel their weight as she idly draws breath while staring at the data plate she’s supporting against her pregnant belly.
Suddenly, her ears perk up from the quiet whirring sound of the door to her quarters opening part-way, then closing immediately after a sleek ocelot in a white jumpsuit has slipped inside along with a small shoulder bag. She affords Feligris a quirky smirk, her tongue peeking out a little when she promptly plops herself down at the end of the bed to stroke the other feline’s flicking tail.
‘Oh my, at this point you seem bigger every day, captain – let me check how that brood in in this big tummy is doing tonight.’ she chuckles and gives Feligris’ gravid middle a firm pat, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
In response Feligris pulls her own data plate onto her breasts to give the ocelot more room, watching her pull a scanner head and attached data plate from her shoulder bag. ‘Evening, Kitah – I certainly feel bigger every day so it’s no surprise! I wish these bastards were done gestating already -’
‘- but it’ll be another month before we can let them out, and you know it. They need to be healthy to earn that bonus you promised us...’ Kitah muses cheerfully as she patiently holds the scanner head in her palm to slide it across over Feligris’ taut fuzzy hide, snickering every time the other feline flinches and whines from sudden kicks under it.
‘Nyaa… I knoow, and they were only willing to pay more if I’d gestate a number of geneseed samples they had left over from the initial colonization efforts. Of course they wanted all four as well, my womb’s going to take such a beating before this is over!’
With one ear turned toward Feligris, Kitah’s tongue peeks out as her eyes remain fixated on the captain’s gravid belly until the scanner is all the way to the other feline’s crotch, at which point she begins to slide it back across the far side of Feligris’ abdomen.
‘But we appreciate your efforts to keep us well-paid and happy!’ the ocelot pipes up once she’s done and lifts the scanner head away, giving Feligris’ belly a firm pat before taking a look at the graphs and imagery on her dataplate. ‘Also everything seems to be fine so far, the vitals of the fetuses are stable and their development is normal, your womb’s becoming kind of over-stretched but you were expecting that, weren’t you…’
In response, Feligris merely prrfs loudly and puts her dataplate aside, sprawling out languidly on the bed while she affords Kitah an embarrassed glance – her movement making her engorged breasts bulge out even more prominently from her top. The following silence prompts Kitah to quickly pack away her gear and settle on the bed as well, her slim form shuffling next to the squirmy looking other feline until they’re shoulder to shoulder with their long tails flicking.
‘Hrnnn, since this doctor’s appointment isn’t over yet, I admit my womb feels over-stretched too, and I do enjoy it! Especially knowing it’s going to have to stretch out even more before this is over… but tell me, any treatment for these aching breasts?’ Feligris tells Kitah after a pregnant pause, affording the ocelot an impish smirk as she gazes down at her large swollen bosom markedly.
Giggling, the ocelot rolls sideways to gingerly wrap her fingers around Feligris’ large and taut engorged breast, jiggling it experimentally and giving it a small squeeze so that the softly whining feline’s large nipple pops out from under her top – after which Kitah greedily latches onto it to begin suckling, deftly ignoring the resulting squirms and deeper moans while thick milk seeps onto Feligris’ breast from between the ocelot’s teeth.
Later on, as a distant sun casts its faint reddish rays onto everything in the darkened cabin, Feligris and Kitah lay side-by-side in content silence – the ocelot rubbing her own slightly bulging sloshy midsection and licking her chops while her captain scritches her behind the ears and rests her other hand on her enormous pregnant belly which looms above both.
‘Hrrrrrr… just what the doctor ordered… they’ll be goood until morning at least!’ Feligris rumbles, turning her gleaming eyes toward Kitah. ‘Which is when I need to fill my promise of extra variety for the crew breakfast, I surmise.’
Kitah responds with an impish smirk with milk droplets still ingering on her whiskers and raises her hand to pat Feligris’ gravid belly as their long tails loosely wrap around each other. ‘Yes! Very important to crew health and morale, I will make sure you remember! Everyone will get to extract a glass of milk by themselves from those mammaries which ought to be completely full in the morning again.’
‘So mean! You just want your captain to keep making cubs for sale and milk for you to drink!’
‘Maaaybe… but you don’t seem to need all that much encouragement to provide both!’ the ocelot teases, moving her hand from the other feline’s belly to the top of her head to pat it in turn when Feligris utters an embarrased mew and lowers her head sumissively. ‘Thooough, I do feel it’s kind of unfair you’re the only one gestating litters for money and swelling from milk for the crew, so I’ve been thinking…’ Kitah continues for a bit before trailing off with her eyes squinted and tongue peeking slightly.
Her ears suddenly perking, Feligris turns to Kitah and slips her hand from her own greatly distended belly onto the ocelot’s slightly rounded yet soft and quite fuzzy midsection to press on it markedly. ‘Yeeees…?’
Inresponse, Kitah abruptly gasps and turns her gleaming eyes onto her own belly, peering at Feligris’ hand over her own modest bosom before quickly placing her own hands atop them while throwing a playful sideways glance at the captain. ‘It, uhhh, is embarrassing but perhaps you could order me to take part? I’d like that.’
Feligris immediately chortles softly, kneading Kitah’s belly vigorously for a moment before rolling toward her and letting her heavy gravid belly touch the ocelot’s thigh as it settles. ‘Medic 1st class Kitah Longtail, by your captain’s order you’re hereby obligated to become pregnant with her and carry equally-sized litters to term alongside her, and to also provide your breast milk to our common food supply, all for the continued prosperity and betterment of the “Terrorclaw”! Any questions, medic?’
In the meantime the ocelot has begun to rumble contently, squirming a little with her tail twisting as she listens to the order until she eventually covers her muzzle with her hands with an eager glint in her eyes by the time her captain stops talking. ‘A-at your command, captain, and n-not really – or wait, one question, will you remind me of my new obligation and make me impregnate myself along with you when it’s time to do it?’
‘But of course! Not that I expect you to forget it but perhaps you need a little encouragement, mew?
‘Mrrrr, yes… the thought that my poor tummy also has to stretch that much is kinda scary! Given how I’ve been helping you with your pregnancies for a while now as they’ve been getting increasingly large and tumultuous – but I’m sure you can encourage me to get on with it, captain!’
They both stick out their long raspy tongues at each other at the same time.
‘I could always pretend to make sure you’re appropriatedly encouraged, at least, given you how secretly excited you seem! But I really need to rest now given how much energy and nutrients this litter is sucking from me… care to stay to, uh, monitor my condition?’ Feligris chuckles before affording the ocelot a wide sabretoothed yawn.
‘Affirmative, captain! I’ll… monitor you very closely!’ Kitah rumbles in response, swiftly snuggling up against the other feline’s gravid midsection while Feligris puts the data plate properly away and starts to settle in, letting the ocelot pull the thin blankets over her as she continues to yawn and stretch.
‘Mrrr, excellent… now lets sleep and see what the new day brings…’ the pregnant feline adds before closing the shutters to plunge the cabin into darkness, the two felines soon rumbling and shuffling gently under the covers as they mingly with each other in a rather unprofessional fashion before falling asleep, Feligris’ huge cub bump nestled in between them.
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