บท 40: 40. Relight my fire.
I continued my freedom, thinking I'd enjoy it while it lasted. I was very active. I jumped, climbed, played in that river, collected my power stones, and ate everything that I could find. There was always a Salvatore somewhere to feed me and taste my blood from my paw. But we can take anything, and when the two weeks were almost up, I felt the first bubbles in my ribs. I purred to my kittens very often now, and I also ate rabbits and birds. There was a magnificent collection of game birds, and I teleported them into the freezer, too.
I had in one enormous tree four fat deer hanging; they were intact and freshly caught, but there was so much prey for me I could choose what to eat. Those deer would stay. I had put my will and chaos around them, preserving and hiding them. No other beast would find my prey. These were closer to the house, but I knew when Salvatores was around, so I had hidden them quite well high up in branches.
Birds were my specialty and eggs too. I was quite good at finding eggs and eating them too. I had reserved them quite a load too. I had hidden all of my eggs beneath the moss, in a deep pit that I had dug into the ground. Although they were tasty, I had to have a taste of them now and then, which I could do to myself. I was pregnant, and that's when you get cravings. When Damon said, I could start coming over to the house. I had just caught a wicked turkey and was about to go enjoy it.
I wasn't thinking at all when I said, "Soon, I'll be right there."
Damon has always had a problem with that word, I mean, from the very beginning. And now I wasn't paying any attention to the renewed Salvatore. I did not always remember that this one was not so lazy anymore. He had told me that birds are not ideal food, except sometimes. Only as a treat, I had just had my turkey nearly plucked when my thigh hurt badly. I hissed and looked. There was a tranquilizer or sedative dart stuck in my thigh. Salvatore was some distance away, gun-loaded and looking at me firmly.
He approached me and asked," What have I said about your food? I haven't told you to eat just birds, have I? And now you've got a big fucking turkey in there as prey, and not like you've eaten it all to the bone. That stuff will work; you'll see it, and then we'll go. I might shoot another dart at you, just for the fun of it."
He squatted down in front of me and stroked me. I sat down. I really did feel that damn drug to work, and this one kept my rage under control. Then, he obviously felt the cub's movements. He felt for a long time. I got tired, and my legs gave out from under me. Damon stroked me for a while and then shot another dart right between my ribs into my lung so that I blacked out right away.
When Mimi was unconscious, Damon picked up the cat in his arms and teleported to the medbay. He told salvatores to go get those deer and those eggs, too. Bring those eggs to Mariella so she can be sure that there is no life in them, as Mimi had put them almost in the incubator. On medbay, he laid the cat on the bed.
He snatched the darts out of her and Mariella said," Oh, that's how it goes."
Damon grunted, wrote a referral, printed it out, and gave it to Mariella, who went off to look for the tubes. He sat in his chair, and let others work too. He was feeling lazy. Meanwhile, two and five picked up the unconscious cat on the scanner and scanned it through.
When it was done, two drew blood. As one went through the scan results, he cursed for a while and said, " Fucking birds. The lady is eating them up pretty fucking bad, and it's booming the growth of the pups, litter one has like 300-400 pups, and they're big as hell, now we have to think about giving birth, I mean they'll get out but..."
Two looked on and grunted, too.
He said, "I'll have to monitor her and feed her better so she doesn't get so eager to prey. Look here in the large intestine. This is nearly blockage, all those bird bones and eggshells."
Mariella also came over and said, "Look at the piss bladder, full of concentrate. I think we need to cut it out and put new energy in. And yes, that bowel needs to be empty or replaced, otherwise she is fully blocked within days. "
They took their time sighing over all the minor problems they now found, and number one then went off to make a cocktail while number two finished cannulating the cat. Blood work had not been ideal either.
When it came to Mimi's little catches of treats, well, most of the eggs were still alive, and they had been delivered to the magic house. As to be hatched and moved into other realms, they had slowly gotten there animals too. Plants and flowers as well.
Mimi was moved into the operation theater to be opened and cleaned, fixed up once again. The collar was always left on, but it wasn't removed.
Then they operated and cut the bladder and the intestines out as well; they filled Mimi with a hot bump because she was getting cold quickly, even though the stuff in the darts had been velvet-based.
Damon cursed in his mind and said, "I need to get her to tolerate the medication and get this reaction to go away, but hell, I don't know how. Her physiology is so damn foreign to me. It's changed so wildly, and now I don't know if we'll change with it or if she will. "
Two grumbled something vague, and Mariella said, " True, but we can't do anything about it now. It is mostly a question of patience and time. It seems lame, but once again, we'll just have to go with the flow and see where it takes us. Hopefully, this pack will come together properly."
Damon then said, "Well, Missy has been operated on once again, but we need to watch that temperature of hers as she wakes up. Now she could be in the yard for a couple of days to get her fed properly, and oh fuck, those vampire blood levels still aren't improving. Missy has been on too little blood for so long, and then, at the same time, the vampire side has gotten stronger. Well, I'll just have to keep feeding. I'll try to take the power back out at some point, but it won't do anything for those values."
Mimi was put to bed in cat form, under an electric blanket, and Damon studied the results and the scan, waiting and watching to see when the lady would wake up. He tried to rack his brain in order to come up with a better way to get her recovering from anesthesia than time.
She seemed now so frail, less able to take medical procedures, and even now they had to keep a heating pad under her to keep her warm. Gone were the good old days when she could have been cut open like fish, operated on three days straight and she would recover fine and fast.
Then, when he noticed Mimi was coming to, he went to the side of the bed, crouched down, leaned on his arms, and watched his wife still in cat form. The cat's eyes slowly opened, and Damon gave her a moment to come to.
He spoke softly but in his doctor's voice telling her straight facts, not circling around, "Baby, you need to learn to eat more than just birds. I mean, the kittens eat most of what you actually eat, so now you've raised our kittens, there'll be about 300- 400 of them, and they'll be big, but while we see if we can get them born out, then, if there's a problem, we'll have to cut them, but birth first we'll try. Now you're still chilled. As you can see, you're shivering. Just lie there under the blanket for a moment. I'll put some more warm bumps in your veins and see if that helps at all. "
I was still pretty damn medicated, and I was cold. I knew I was cannulated, and somehow I felt so damn vulnerable. Especially in cat form, but I controlled myself. Damon was clinical and made the three enormous bags come at a pretty fast pace so that I could feel the heat spreading through my insides, but the few hundred hungry kittens inside me probably appreciated the IV, too. I kept myself under control and feeling vulnerable, was nothing new to me, never had been. I had just usually masked it with my rage and got on with things, but as I was pregnant, no rage was wise to use.
I was not tied down and lay on my side, waiting for the bags to drop. Damon was still doing some research on the computer and then came to me when the bags were empty. He was all clinical, did not touch me and I could sense also his subtle annoyance with me and my medical problems, most of which I could not help at all.
He said, " You're still under-heated. Why don't you go outside? It's nice in the sunshine. Lie down and warm up. You can get some solar energy for the cubs too. there are quite many energy creatures inside you."
I teleported out and went to lie in the sun but with some shelter because I wanted some time to myself. There was soft grass where I curled up and let the sunshine warm me up on my pitch-black fur.
This was actually a pleasure, and I even slept. I woke up to someone stroking me, and it was Mariella.
She said, " Here's a meal for you. Try to eat it all. "
There was a brutal mountain of meat in front of me, but I started eating it pretty damn efficiently and quickly. Then I finished it all and went on lying in the sun. I was starting to recover from the drug fully, and I wanted my time. I was an alpha female, and I would do this job myself. I had years of experience on these things, plus everything that I had learned from those true alphas, too.
And I would not reproduce all year. I had my way of doing things, getting the job done so that there would be puppies, but in moderation. I'd been setting my eggs to rain slowly and released a pheromone, which Mariella took up so that she rained properly. She had just had a radar. I was now two weeks pregnant. She would be full of eggs too, smelling just so wonderful that damon would have no other choice than to breed her long and hard. She would be so fertile and her fertility would just rise all the time.
Mariella went in and wrapped herself in Damon.
She said to him, in quite a dreamy voice too, "Darling, do you know you have one very naughty alpha female who has decided to interfere with reproduction?"
Damon stiffened and then turned around, saying, " Oh, really? Tell me more?"
Mariella put Damon's hand on her side so he could feel her raining eggs.
Mariella said, " Pheromone and I didn't realize it until it was too late, but the lady is also raining her eggs, trying to lower her fertility and limit the number of litters. She is offering her eggs as food for her fetuses. It is possible, I have read about that too, as females can make a limitless amount of eggs in their lifetime. They can shed eggs in their womb while pregnant in order to provide cubs with additional nutrition. She has made a binder to the hormone that maintains the reproductive uterus. And when that level drops, the uterus dies, and our reproduction stops. "
Damon grunted and said, " Fine, the lady wants a treatment; if she's going to rain eggs, let's rain eggs. Let's get the boys back to work. Each male, fuck Mimi, give her some boosting hormones, keep her reproducing, and get those eggs properly released so that when it's my turn, I get to breed and breed well. And the lady's little blocker is already ineffective at that point, as I give the boys a little pheromone soon after I call them all together. Also, my little pheromone makes boys give her substance that tells the cubs those eggs ain't food for them. But darling, you, Mimosa, and Shadow are going out too. The boys will take care of you as well as Mimi. Let's put the egg rain on, then. But go to the girls, go out already. The boys will be here soon. "
I was outside lying down when the other females came over in cat form, rolling around and making noises. Fine. I was on the curled up a little further away, enjoying the beautiful day. Now I could sleep in the shade while I kept the temperature right. I wasn't about to cook my kittens. I sighed and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my neck, biting right into my alpha chakra so that I was paralyzed in place. The male on top of me turned me over and pushed me hot, hard, and so fucking prickly. He fucked me, irritating my eggs to detach, opening my womb, and preparing me for insemination. I could feel him squirting something inside me that absorbed straight away. It made me feel kind of horny.
This was two, and as the velvety soft voice of number one in my mind said, " Oh baby, feels good, well you wanted this yourself, as you can see I can notice everything and now then the males of the pack fucked you long and hard, releasing those eggs, preparing your womb, pumping your reproductive organs, so that when I come and start breeding, I have no problem getting straight to work on your womb. Oh baby, you test, but then you'll see."
Two was in a fucking fierce mood, and I got a good fucking; he ripped my womb open and fucked me long and hard. Then came the next one and the next one. Finally, it was Charles, and if every male had been brutal and made my ova rush out, this one was 200% more violent, even more effective at getting every single cell out, and I could feel my ovaries already making more. Charles bit me for real and it hurt. He was fucking so fast and hard that it was bordering painfully.
This was not making love on the beach, no way. Damon walked inside to me in human form first and said, still with Charles in my cunt.
"Baby, what do you think of Charles now? You see, when I gave these pheromones, Charles changed a bit. He became the super breeder of the pack. Well, he's not you, but as you can see, he's very good at getting your eggs flowing, keeping you fertile and in control. Soon, it will be my turn, and I can tell you, baby, I'm gonna breed for a long time."
Damon turned into a male jaguar, and when Charles finally stopped, I was sore, but Damon showed no mercy as he penetrated me and bred, fuck, and dominated; the heat and uterine horns told their own story, and now I wasn't sure even if I would make cubs for a fucking year.
That's how hard I was getting stuff inside me and breeding. Eventually, I exhausted myself as breeding fatigue hit, but Damon fucked, bit, and dominated for a long time after it was on; then, finally, he pulled out of me and left a slimy plug, so my pussy was still completely full.
He said, " Well, now you're so full of cum and all the nice minor stuff that you're going to rest and breed now. Oh, you'll smell good when you're breeding so damn well."
Then he walked away from me, pushing and marking me still. I didn't care. I walked into the light shade some distance away and fell completely asleep on my side. I was exhausted, and breeding fatigue was so much on. I could feel the sticky plug in my cunt, but I couldn't be bothered.
I just thought sarcastically before I fell completely asleep that at least I'm fucking warm and full of uterine horns. I'll probably breed for another fucking week. There is no need to worry that the kittens will be few and far between. No, really, no. Then I passed out completely.
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