Over the next two months Beuford proved to be a most attentive yet firm minded father to be. While he acquiesced to most of Binky’s ‘wants’ he, first and foremost, saw to her needs. His only real complaint was that he had to haul out the dirt from Binky’s overactive ‘nesting instincts’. In preparation for the new arrivals, Binky had taken to enlarging the burrow by adding a large room for the fawn’s arrival and another large room for the extra bathroom she informed Beuford he would be installing. For her part, Binky was in heaven. While Beuford was still patrolling the forest much of the day, every moment he was home revolved around her. This situation she exploited as much as possible…Foot massages, mating, back rubs, mating, breakfast in bed, mating, snuggling, mating…And, of course, mating. Binky found her drive for sex, which had been fairly strong to begin with, had more than doubled since becoming pregnant. This situation made her very grateful for Randy Rabbit’s frequent visits while Beuford was out taking care of the forest. Serena had confided in Binky about Randy’s attraction and fantasies about pregnancy and pregnant females. All of which seemed to be true. Randy was more than happy to see to Binky’s needs in Beuford’s absences both sexual and not. All in all, Binky was a very happy mother to be even as her belly had begun to swell and she began to get the first inkling of having to actually ‘carry’ a bellyful of eight fawns. She did, however, have two regrets. She still had not heard from Stormdancer and her mother had not even called to see how she was. Her father, Abraham had called to say how happy he was for her and her mate and to promise to visit at the earliest opportunity. All in all, life for Binky Bunny was all celery and Carrot Cake. Binky shouted out her pleasure as a fifth orgasm caused her to shudder and tremble in blissful pleasure. She was on her hands and knees on her bed with Beuford on his knees and one hand positioned over her. The hound’s shaft pistoned in and out of his lover’s bunny hole. His swollen knot beat against her plump outer cunny lips. His free hand caressed over the rounded curve of her swollen belly. He felt Binky come to orgasm and grinned through gritted teeth. He himself had only cum twice but he considered that unimportant. He was here for his lover’s pleasure…For the pleasure of the mother of his kits. With that thought springing to mind, Beuford felt his groin clench and the familiar chaos that his orgasm played with his muscles flood through him. He held Binky snugly as he flooded her belly with canine seed. They remained together like that for several minutes after Beuford had cum, basking in the warm after glow of their love making. “I do hope that I’m not interrupting anything important,” came a soft, amused voice in Binky and Beuford’s heads. “Stormdancah?” Binky asked, looking about. Beuford looked about as well, a scowl on his face. Stormdancer faded into existence, leaning against the wall near the headboard of the bed. He grinned broadly, a twinkle in his feral eye. “Y’all dun git’ch yerself an eyeful?” Beuford groused and he slid himself out of Binky, causing her to shiver and moan softly. “I found your performance…Amusing,” the forest spirit chuckled. “But I haven’t come back to simply annoy you, constable.” “Where have y’all been?” Binky asked, easing down to her side. “Ah..Ah thought you’d dun left me.” Stormdancer sat down on the bed next to Binky on the bed and gently caressed her side and hip. Binky detected an uncharacteristic look of almost sadness in the Pookah’s eyes. “I’m sorry I left they way I did,” Stormdancer said softly. “I was angry and I was…I was selfish. I have never loved a mortal before…Lusted after, yes but never loved. These feelings are new to me. I had to sort them out and try to understand them. Again I was selfish. I didn’t realize that you might be feeling abandoned during my own personal seeking of meaning. I humbly ask for your forgiveness and understanding.” “Oh Stormdancah, Ah cain’t say as Ah unduhstand exactly,” Binky said, laying a gentle hand on his cheek. “But Ah do fuhgive y’all…If’n y’all is back fuh good.” “I am,” Stormdancer said. “Just Peachy,” Beuford said, pausing in putting on his belt and vest. “And just what did all this soul suhchin’ accomplish?” “I learned one very important truth, constable.” Stormdancer said, though his eyes were fixed on Binky’s eyes. “The most important truth I could ever learn. I love you, Binky. I love you with all my heart and spirit, for all time.” The forest spirit leaned forward; still caressing Binky’s hip and pressed the end of his muzzle to hers. Binky melted into the kiss, opening her mouth to accept his probing tongue and slipping her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for several minutes, moaning and sighing softly before parting reluctantly. Binky looked over to Beuford inviting him with her eyes to join them. She knew he wouldn’t accept the invitation but still held out the hope. Beuford endured Binky and Stormdancer’s kiss, mentally reminding himself that he promised to tolerate the pookah for Binky’s sake. That did not, however, include engaging in a ménage’ a troi involving another male, let alone this particular male. When they had finished, Beuford cleared his throat and beckoned for Stormdancer to follow him as he left the bedroom. Storm dancer raised an eyebrow at the constable. He excused himself and teleported out into the next room in front of the obviously disgruntled hound. “What can I do for you, constable?” Stormdancer asked. “We need to come to an unduhstandin’, you an Ah,” Beuford said. “I thought we already had, constable.” “Look, Y’all dun lahke me and Ah dun lahke y’all. We have absolutely nuthin’ in common with one very important exception. We both love Miss Binky and aknowledgin’ that Y’all love huh as much as Ah do and that y’all want huh ta be happy as much as Ah do we’re gonnah hafta set a couple of ground rules.” “Such as?” Stormdancer asked suspiciously. “Such as y’all gotta respect us poor unfortunate mortals’ prahvacy. If Y’all hafta pop in trah poppin’ in outsahde and drop down the burrow entrance lahke normal folk. And if Binky is with me being intimate and all, keep y’all’s ‘Peepin’ Tom’ tendancies ta yerself. Ah ain’t crazy about havin’ and uninvahted audience. Ah’ll give y’all the same consideration.” “I think I can live with that,” Stormdancer agreed. “Anything else?” “Ah’ll trah mah best not ta be quahte so…Abrasive ta y’all…At least in front of Binky. “As will I…Beuford. Binky’s happiness will be my goal. Even if it means having to be nice to…” Stormdancer’s barb was interrupted by the thud of Binky’s Momma landing on the floor under the burrow entrance. “Well dun just stand theah gawkin’,” Rose Mary said curtly from behind the two large bags she carried. “Help a lady-fuh with huh parcels.” “Yes Ma’am,” Beuford said pleasantly as he went over and took the bag Rose Mary held out to him. “It’s a downrahght pleasuh tuh have y’all visit. Y’all’s Daughtuh will be delighted!” “Ah somehow doubt it,” Mary Rose said. “That bag goes in th’ kitchen…This one is fuh Binky’s room.” “Well, dun just stand theah, son,” Beuford said to Stormdancer. “Lend a hand.” Rose Mary threw Beuford a quizzical look. “Just who in tarnation are y’all talkin’ to?” she demanded. Beuford looked over at the pookah who leaned on some non-existant object and grinned broadly at Beuford. The hound scowled at the forest spirit and grumbled a terse ‘No one of any importance’ before lugging the groceries into the kitchen. Rose Mary could only shake her head as she headed for Binky’s bedroom door. Binky lay on the bed for a few minutes after Beuford had ‘invited’ Stormdancer outside. She had listened anxiously for raised voices, dreading having to go ‘referee’ her ‘kids’. She had relaxed when no voices were raised and lay back, caressing the curve of her belly. She felt marvelously relaxed but remembered she needed to clean herself up. She reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a box of tissue. Sitting up, she drew up her legs and let her knees fall to the side giving her easy access to her pussy. She dabbed lightly at the flow of her and Beuford’s love juices. The touch sent a shiver up her spine. With a little smile she decided that one last little orgasm wouldn’t kill her. She ran a finger through the cleft between her outer lips and moaned softly. She barely heard the bedroom door click open. She looked up expecting to see Beuford but cold terror ran through her when her mother stepped into the room. “Momma?!” she squeaked as she clasped both hands over her cunny. “Wh-what are y’all doin’ heah? Ah…Ah ain’t decent!” “Li’l girl, y’all ain’t got nothin’ this ol’ bunny hasn’t seen befoah,” Rose Mary said dismissively as she located Binky’s chest of drawers and made her way over to them. “Ah had ta wipe and diapah y’all’s bottom, not ta mention y’all’s brothah’s an’ sistah’s bottoms as well. As fuh y’all’s touchin’ wheah y’all ought not ta be touchin’, Ah’ve come in on y’all’s siblings engagin’ in the same activity more tahmes than Ah can count. Ah brought y’all some “mothah ta be” sahzed outfits and some decent food includin’ a strawberry carrot sugah cake.” “Momma, y’all shouldn’t have,” Binky said thankfully, already salivating over the cake. “Beuford is a marvelous cook.” “He’s a male hound dawg, deah,” Binky’s momma said dismissively. “And he’s touched in the head. He was talkin’ ta thin air when Ah popped in just now.” Binky stifled a giggle. She knew Stormdancer had been playing a joke on Beuford but didn’t think her momma would understand the situation, let alone the existence of a real live forest spirit. She slid off the bed and went over to her mother who was busily filling her drawers with maternity clothes. “He’s a loving , caring gentlefuh, momma,” Binky said. “Whah cain’t y’all be happy fuh us?” Rose Mary paused in her unpacking and sighed heavily. She turned slowly and looked into her daughter’s eyes with all the motherly love any mother could possibly show. She put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders and caressed down her arms affectionately. “Ah am happy fuh y’all,” she said quietly. “Even that slightly deranged hound dawg of yours. Ah still thahnk y’all is wrong headed about not matin’ ta your own species, but as long as he makes y’all happy…And he’d bettah…Ah’ll trah an tolerate him. Ah…” Rose Mary sniffed at the air. “What is that smell…?” she asked looking toward the bedroom door. “Ah do buhlieve that would be mah lunch,” Binky grinned. “Cajun stir fry veggies and crawdad gumbo if Ah’m not mistaken. Would y’all lahke ta stay fuh lunch, momma? Please?” “Well…Ah wouldn’t want ta be imposin’ but…That do smell mahghty fahne…Fuh a male’s cookin’ mind.” “Ah’ll tell Beuford ta set anothah place,” Binky said, happy to be showin’ off her mate’s good points. “But Ah bet he’s already done it.” “Y’all mahght want ta put somethin’ on fuhst,” Rose Mary said as she handed Binky an oversized night shirt. “Y’all mahght want ta wash y’all’s hands and…ummm …Binky, deah…Y’all got Hound Dawg cum runnin’ down y’all’s legs. Binky blushed, completely mortified and dashed for the bathroom, her mother smirking and shaking her head before going back to stuffing new clothes into the dresser. Abraham Bunny made his way along the trail to Binky’s burrow, He stopped on the trail to look about, running his fingers through his blue hair, darker in shade than his body fur, and rested his other hand on his black leather belt. A light breeze disturbed his black and silver bolo tie. He fished out a folded piece of paper from his black vest pocket and look over the directions his daughter had given him over the phone. He was rather enjoying the walk through the forest, so different from the hilly plains where he lived. He could see why Binky so loved living here. His attention was drawn off the trail by the appearance of a blue furred female skunk sporting a gold pierced earring, a white, wave-spiked Mohawk and a sly, seductive smile. The lovely lady-skunk started toward him, her hips rolling with a fluid grace and her large fluffy tail swaying behind her. She wore not one stitch of clothing but had her fur arranged to cover her ‘naughty bits’. In spite of his outer calm demeanor, Abraham felt a nervous sweat build up on his brow. He felt like some poor ‘prey’ animal being regarded by a hungry predator. “Well hello there,” the lady skunk said pleasantly as her eyes devoured him. “You must be new here. My name’s Aroma.” “Pleased ta meet y’all, Aroma,” Abraham said, extending his hand. “Th’ names Abraham. Ah’m lookin’ fuh mah daughtuh’s burrow.” “From your accent I’d guess you’re Binky’s daddy,” Aroma said as she caressed the back of Abraham’s offered hand, moving up his arm to his shoulder as she moved up against him. “I’d be more than happy to take you…To Binky’s place.” Abraham swallowed hard and grinned nervously. The female fur’s body was warm, her fur soft and silky. She ran the fingers of one hand through his white chest fur while the other slipped around to his lower back. She grinned moved nose to nose with him. Abraham’s instincts screamed to mate with this obviously willing and needful female but he reluctantly forced down his primal desires. He was here to visit his daughter and he was a married fur. “Ah-Ah’d appreciate y’all’s help in fahndin’ mah daughtuh’s burrow,” Abraham managed to stammer out. “Ah seem ta be a little lost.” “Come with me then, you handsome rabbit you,” Aroma said before planting a ‘more than friendly’ kiss on the end of Abraham’s muzzle. “It’s a little farther down the path.” Aroma took Abrahams arm moved up against him, laying her head on his shoulder. She led him along the trail like that and Abraham, being a gentle-fur, was obliged to let her. That and the kiss had left him a bit flustered. “Ah feel Ah should tell y’all, Ma’am, that Ah’m a married fuh,” Abraham said after regaining his composure. “Not that y’all aren’t pleasin’ ta the senses, but Mah wahfe just wouldn’t unduhstand.” “You’re cute,” Aroma giggled as she snuggled against Abraham. “I think you’ll find the furs here more than friendly…Binky did. And if you’re worried about you’re wife, invite her along. I wouldn’t mind one bit. I’d love to pleasure her and you as well. Bring Binky too. I’ll bring my sister Fragrance and we’ll make a party of it.” Abraham’s jaw dropped. “Oh darn,” Aroma said. “Looks like we’re here. Abraham breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Binky’s flower ringed burrow and mailbox. “It’s been a pleasuh and an education meetin’ Y’all, Aroma. Thank y’all fuh showin’ me the way. Ah….” Abraham found himself suddenly in a warm, firm embrace. Aroma turned her head and covered the startled rabbit’s muzzle with her own. Abraham felt the lady skunk’s probing tongue invade his mouth. For a moment he gave in to his instincts, he returned her impassioned kiss, one hand resting on her hip the other at her mid-back. Reluctantly, he eased out of the kiss as much surprised at himself as at Aroma’s more than forward behavior. “Thank me by promising you’ll come back, Abraham,” Aroma said seductively. “And next time I’ll show you all sorts of ways.” Abraham watched slack jawed as Aroma walked slowly back into the forest, her sexy hips rolling invitingly, her tail swaying back and forth. Aroma paused at the tree line and smiled back at Binky’s daddy before disappearing into the forest. Abraham shook his head clear and knocked on Binky’s mailbox. Binky’s voice drifted out of the burrow entrance bidding him to enter but her tone seemed to have a slight edge to it. Concerned, he dropped down the hole and landed in the living room. Binky sat on the couch, her arms crossed, pouting. The burrow was filled with the most delicious aroma of Cajun cooking he had ever smelled. He rushed over to his daughter and hugged her warmly. “Hello mah li’l gal,” he said, planting a kiss on her nose then pulling back to look at her swollen belly. “Not so li’l anymoah, Ah rekon. Now what’s got y’all in a pout? “Daddy!” Binky said as he pout faded to a smile and she returned her father’s hug. She blushed deeply as her father looked her over. “Oh momma an’ Beuford, she said in answer to his question. “Oh, honey,” Abraham said, putting a consoling arm around her shoulders. “They get into an argument?” “They dun shoo’d me outta mah own kitchen!” Binky pouted. Abraham blinked, somewhat confused. Just then, Beuford and Rose Mary came out of the kitchen laden with trays and bowls. “…just a pinch of oregano puh serving,” Beuford was finishing. “But doesn’t the cyan peppuh cancel it out?” Rose Mary asked. “Not if y’all wait fuh th’ last minute ta add it.” Beuford replied. “Well it’s about tahme y’all decahded ta join us, Abraham,” Rose Mary said with a smile. “Y’all almost missed a mahghty fahne lunch bah y’all’s daughtuh’s mate.” “A pleasuh ta meet y’all at last, suh,” Beuford said as he set lunch out. “Please take a seat.” “So, y’all is this Beuford Ah’ve heard so much about?” Abraham said as he took a seat and held it out for Binky. “Ah must say, being an able cook wasn’t one of the talent’s Ah was expectin’” “More than able,” Rose Mary said. “By the way, Beuford, you will be sharing this gumbo recipe with me, won’t y’all?” “Whah of course miss Bun….” Beuford started until Rose Mary threw him a reproachful look. “Ah mean, Rose Mary.” Binky and Abraham both appeared dumbstruck as Beuford and Rose Mary continued to chat amicably. Eventually the conversational tone was picked up by all. Abraham was impressed by Beuford’s culinary skills as well as the fact that he was the forest’s constable. He related that he himself was a peacekeeper, a sheriff. He’d recently been allowed to hire a few deputies and so had a bit more free time. He also remarked how much he liked the forest. “Ah thahnk y’all will fahnd th’ citizenry heah pleasant and friendly,” Beuford said. “Very friendly, Ah thahnk,” Abraham remarked. “If that Miss Aroma is any indication.” Binky felt a chill run down her spine, recalling her first encounter with the skunk sisters. “Y-y’all’s met Aroma?” Binky asked nervously. “We met,” Abraham said bluntly. “Are all the inhabitants that friendly and obligin’?” “Some less so and some more so,” Beuford chuckled as he eased back from the table and started picking up the dishes. “Y’all enjoy the meal?” “Absolutely delicious, suh,” Abraham said, rubbing his belly. “Mah daughtuh’s fawn are gonna be fat and healthy with such fahne cookin’.” “Y’all is a marvelous cook, Beuford. At least ah know Binky will be eating well. She nevah was much of a cook.” “Momma!” “It’s nothin’ ta be ashamed of, honey,” Mary Rose said in a motherly way. “And y’all had the sense ta land a male that is a wonderful cook.” Binky slipped into a sulking pout. “Ah propose a toast,” Abraham said with a chuckle as he rose and raised his glass of carrot juice. “To the happy parents ta be. Ta mah beautiful daughtuh, Binky, soon ta be th’ mothuh of our grandfawns and huh talented, responsible male, Beuford. May they have a long, happy lahfe tagethah.” The others took up their glasses and joined in the toast. To be continued