THE FAMILY IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaKtty

Chapter 16: Getting Laid

“But when did we get borned?” Tarin whined.

“You weren’t borned,” Kevin said. “You were hatcheted.”

“I did too get borned,” Tarin pouted.

“Hatching is just another way of being born,” Monica said quickly, hoping to avoid a squabble. “An egg still comes out of a mommy’s belly. It just makes things a little easier on the mommy.”

“How come Mommy Serena didn’t lay eggs?” Karin asked.

“Only certain kinds of furs lay eggs, honey,” Serena said. “Though there were moments I wished I could have laid eggs.”

“Tell us about the eggs!” Mik piped up.

The call to continue the story was quickly taken up by the other kits. The adults felt as though they were on a runaway locomotive.

“Okay,” Monica grinned. “Let’s see…Serena had just got back from Martin’s Parents’ house…”

Serena opened the door and stepped inside with Shelby close on her heels. Martin leaped up from the couch and rushed over to Serena, a look of both panic and relief on his face.

“Serena!” Martin said as he took her arm and guided her toward the couch. “Where were you? I was so worried”

“I went to your parents,” Serena said patiently.

“M-m-my p-p-parents?!”

“Relax, Martin,” Shelby grinned mischievously. “They aren’t going to yell at you…At least not until they get here tomorrow. Then, boy, are you going to get it!”

Martin looked as though he’d just been sentenced to the gallows. Serena smiled a little in spite of herself.

“Shelby…” she said, throwing the younger platypus a reproachful look.

“Sorry, Serena,” Shelby giggled. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Th-they aren’t coming over to yell at me then?” Martin asked.

“No, dear,” Serena said, giving Martin a kiss on the cheek.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the nervous sweat from his brow. He helped Serena onto the couch. To her credit, Serena kept her temper in check as Martin started fluffing her pillows and asking if she was okay.

“Where is Monica?” Serena asked.

“She’s sleeping,” Marin said. “Shiela is keeping an eye on her for me. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Serena told the doting mink. “But…I could use a chocolate and Sardine milkshake.”

“Right away!” Martin said as he dashed out into the kitchen.

For several minutes there were the sounds of a frantic search of the cupboards and refrigerator from the kitchen. Then there was a weary sigh. A moment later martin dashed back out into the living room.

“We’re out of sardines,” He said, looking and sounding like he had failed her in some monumental way.

“That’s Okay, Martin,” Serena started to say. “I’ll just ha…”

Serena suddenly realized that Martin wasn’t standing in front of her any more. She looked around and found Shelby lying in a dazed heap near the open doorway and a receding cloud of dust.

Binky Bunny had been on her way to visit Serena and Monica to garner any juicy tidbits of news from or about the soon to be parents. She had just entered the clearing when she spotted a rapidly approaching cloud of dust racing toward her from the house. Her blood froze in her veins, as she envisioned Willowmeena bearing down on her. The source of the cloud collided with her, sending her ass over tea-kettle to land in a confused heap. Martin’s receding voice called out as the crazed mink dashed down the trail.

“I’m sorry! Serena needs sardines for her milkshake!”

“Mahtin!” Binky shouted ineffectually after him. “Hmph! Got ta talk some sense inta that boy.”

A determined frown on her face, Binky hopped after Martin. She reached the store at the edge of the forest without catching up to Martin. After pausing a moment to catch her breath she went inside. She spotted a flash of Martin’s fluffy blonde furred tail disappearing down an aisle. She hopped quickly over and found Martin frantically scanning the shelves.

“Mahtin,” Binky called as she hopped up to him. “Will y’all jus’ slow up a bit?”

“But Serena needs a chocolate and Sardine milkshake!”

“Yeah,” Binky said, her stomach doing a quick flip-flop. “But y’all dun need ta skitter about.

“But she need’s it!”

“She wants it,” Binky corrected him. “She doesn’t need it.”

“She wouldn’t ask for it if she didn’t need it!”

Martin spotted the sardines and began loading up his arms with dozens of tins. Binky sighed and shook her head.

“Look, Sugah,” Binky said. “It’s not a life or death situation. Jus’ settle down a bit.”

“But I want to be a good husband,” Martin almost whined. “I want to be a good father. I have to take care of them.”

“Y’all will, y’all will. But take it a li’l at a tahme.”

“But I have to help them,” Martin said, staggering a bit under the load of tinned fish in his arms. “I’m the husband and they’re…they’re…”

“They’re what?”

“Well, they’re p-p-pregnant,” Martin blushed.

“Yeah, I know. Y’all’s point is?”

“They need me.”

“Of course they do. But y’all ain’t gonna be doin’ ‘em much good if y’all kills y’self doin’ it. Take it easy.”

“I…I can’t,” Martin fretted. “I worry about them.”

“It’s okay ta worry,” Binky sighed. “But Ah think y’all’s ovah doin’ it.”

“I…I am?”

“Just a tad,” Binky said with a wry grin.

“I just want to take care of them,” Martin said with a dejected sigh.

Binky laid a comforting hand on Martin’s shoulder.

“Y’all is doin’ a wondahful job. Y’all jus’ need ta slow down a li’l.”

“I’ll try,” Martin promised.

“That’s a good li’l poppa ta be. Let me pick up a carrot cake whahle Ah’m heah an’ Ah’ll meecha outside.”

Binky hopped over to the bakery and picked out a carrot cake garnished with celery. She started toward the check out counters when she heard the tell tale sound of crashing sardine tins. She smiled and shook her head then hopped over to the sound. Sure enough she found Martin scrabbling to gather up the dropped tins of sardines. She hopped over and helped Martin pick up his groceries and the pair proceeded to the check out counters.

Once outside Martin started to rush off.

“Ahem!” Binky cleared her throat and thumped her big Rabbits foot. “Ah’d be happy ta walk back with y’all, sugah.”

Martin grinned sheepishly and waited for Binky. The pair made their way back to Serena’s at a measured pace. Martin was, of course, a trifle distracted and anxious in spite of Binky’s best efforts to divert his attentions. However, Binky’s inquisitive nature eventually got the better of her.

“So, Y'all lookin’ forwahd ta bein’ a daddy?”

“Oh yes!” Martin said enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to meet my kits.”

“So, what y’all hopin’ fuh?”

“Kits.”

“Whot Ah mean is,” Binky giggled. “Is y’all hopin’ fuh boys or girls?”

“Oh! Well…Both I hope.”

“Y’all dun want one more than th’ othah?”

“Nope. Why, is there a difference?”

“Well, ‘cept fuh a coupla thangs, not really.”

“Then I have no preference.”

Binky giggled at Martin’s naiveté.

“So whot kahnda thangs are y’all gonna do with ‘em when they’s old enough ta play?”

“I can teach them baseball and other games.”

“Even th’ girls?”

“What kind of games do girls play?”

“Ahem…Well, they can do all sortsa thangs,” Binky said, intending to leave the statement at that.

When she looked at Martin, however, she found him waiting and listening innocently and eagerly.

“They can do anything from playin’ dolls an’ house ta playin’ sports jus lahke th’ boys.”

“Then I’ll teach them sports,” Martin said proudly.

“Y’all mean ya ain’t gonna play dollies or house with ‘em?” Binky wheedled.

“How do you play at being a house?” Martin asked.

“Didn’t y’all's sistah play such thangs when y’all was li’l?” Binky chuckled.

“OH! You mean like tea parties and things like that?”

“Sumthin’ lahke that,” Binky grinned.

“I can do that,” Martin said.

“That Ah’ve got ta see,” Binky grinned.

“I can,” Martin said indignantly.

The pair stepped into the clearing of Serena’s house. Martin invited Binky in but Binky looked at the darkening sky and suddenly remembered that she was supposed to meet Beuford. She bid Martin farewell and hopped off toward her burrow.

When she reached her burrow, Binky found the constable standing next to her Mail box, his arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Y’all’s late, Miss Binky,” Beuford scowled.

“Oh…Well, Ah guess Ah am…I ummm…I had ta go ta th’ store. Would y’all lahke some carrot cake?”

“Well…Ah guess that’s okay, and yes Ah’d love some carrot cake.”

“Ah’ll get it ready,” Binky said as she hopped down the hole to her burrow. “Come on down lovah boy.”

Beuford followed Binky into her burrow. Binky set the cake on the table and dashed into the kitchen while Beuford made his way over to the table. Binky brought out the eating utensils and served Beuford and herself a slice of cake. Beuford waited for Binky to sit before seating himself.

“So, how was y’all's day?” Binky asked between bites. “Fulfillin’ Ah hope.”

“Oh yeahs,” Beuford grinned. “Ah caught me three scofflaws t’day.”

“What’d they do?”

“Well, Miss Olivia was makin’ a spectacle of huhself in a no spectacle zone. William called in about a salesperson that was harrassin’ him. Had ta teach Miss Donna th’ meanin’ of th’ word ‘no’. An’ then there was Miss Fragrance urinatin’ in public…again.”

Binky imagined all three ladyfurs standing submissively before Beuford and laying themselves over his knee. She grinned as she thought about Beuford’s big paw delivering sharp stinging swats to their upturned backsides. She rapidly lost her interest in the cake. She got up and went over to him.

“Y’all knows what strong, Southern hound dogs do ta me, don’t cha’?” Binky said in a sultry, Southern tone as she climbed into his lap facing him and gave him a gentle kiss.

Beuford caressed her shoulders, down her back and over her rump, a warm smile creeping to his lips. Binky straddled the hound’s lap and pressed her chest against him. She could feel his arousal growing under her.

“Y’all do know how ta git a rise outta this ol’ hound dog,” Beuford grinned.

“Ah know mah male,” Binky smiled.

Beuford ruffled Binky’s tail. Binky grinned and trailed little kisses down his throat. Beuford raised his chin as Binky kissed and licked at his throat. She slipped the constable’s vest off his shoulders.

“Ah hope Ah didn’t keep y’all waitin’ too long,” She said, looking up with big, wet hopeful eyes.

“Well, long enough,” Beuford said, his voice taking on a more stern tone. “I really should do sumthin’ about that.”

Binky kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“How about I make it up to y’all?” She asked.

“Well…”

“Oh please suh…Let me trah.”

Beuford grinned warmly at her.

Binky reached down and took his doghood in hand as she kissed him deeply. His cock felt warm in her hand. She could feel it pulse and surge as she slowly stroked him. Beuford groaned softly and leaned his head back. Smiling, Binky slipped off his lap and knelt in front him. Beuford reached down and cupped her breasts in his paws, kneading them like large balls of dough. Binky grinned and moaned softly before leaning between his arms and kissing the head of his shaft and cupping his furry sack, gently rolling his balls in her hand.

“Y’all's so nauce ta touch,” Beuford moaned softly as Binky lapped up and down the underside of his lover’s tool. “So soft and yet so firm all at once.”

“Whah thank y’all, suh,” Binky said before suckling on the tip of Beuford’s male pride.

She caressed his swelling knot as she slowly sucked Beuford’s cock into her mouth.

“That is so, nauce, Miss Binky,” Beuford groaned. “A-almost there…”

Binky grinned and licked slowly down his shaft to nibble lightly at his knot while she stroked his length. She felt his thighs tremble and tense as his pleasure neared climax. His cock suddenly jumped in her hand. Thick streamers of his seed shot up into the air to fall back down over Binky’s face and open mouth. Beuford groaned and leaned back gripping the chair tightly until his pleasure subsided. Binky grinned and licked Beuford’s tool clean and then cleaned her self a bit while Beuford panted and recovered.

“Mmmmm…That were rahght nauce, Miss Binky,” Beuford sighed.

“Have Ah made up fuh mah bein’ late?” she asked in a hopeful voice, though she knew what was coming and trembled in anticipation.

“Hmmm…Not quahte yet, Ah’m afraid,” Beuford said with a sly grin. “Now stand y’self up.”

Binky did as she was told. She looked at the ground as the delicious ‘naughty feeling’ washed over her. Beuford reached out and undid her shorts. He slipped them off her hips and let them fall around her ankles.

“No panties again, Ah see,” Beuford said disapprovingly. “Y’all’s just a naughty li’l thang.”

“Yes suh,” Binky penitently said without looking up, trying to keep from smiling.

Beuford leaned back and pat his lap. Binky looked up and pouted at him but did not move. She trembled slightly but more from need and desire than fear. She could feel her cunny becoming damp with her juices.

“Now dun make it any hardah on y’self,” Beuford said sternly.

“Yes suh,” Binky said submissively.

She shuffled up to him, her shorts still around her ankles. Beuford took her by the arm and laid her across his lap. Binky’s toes could just reach the floor. As Beuford laid his hand gently on her bum, she felt her heart race within her breast. She held onto his thigh tightly as the constable gently caressed her rump.

“Y’all have jus’ got ta learn ta be punctual, miss Binky,” Beuford said in a stern tone, though his grin belied his enjoyment.

“Y-yes suh,” Binky said.

Beuford lifted his hand from her rump. Binky waited, the anticipation building upon the mixture of fear and joy and need swirling in her belly.

“Puh-pluhlease suh!” She pleaded. “Ah’ll be good…Ah’ll be punctual from now on…”

“Ah know y’all will,” Beuford grinned.

(SWAT)

Binky winced and clung to Beuford’s leg. Her rump stung sharply for a moment before dulling to a warming tingle.

“Y’all know, (SWAT), this huhts me, (SWAT), more than, (SWAT), it does you, (SWAT).”

“Ah beg ta differ,” Binky said, grunting with each swat.

“Excuse me?” Beuford said before delivering a particularly sharp swat.

Binky yelped and clutched at Beuford’s leg.

“N-nuthin’ suh!”

Beuford continued with the spanking. Binky groaned as her rump burned softly. Her cunny tingled and her juices flowed freely. She panted and moaned. A final swat tipped her over the edge. She clutched at Beuford’s leg and held her breath as the tingles in her belly flooded out to her legs and chest. Beuford rubbed Binky’s reddened backside until he felt her relax.

“Y’all gonna be on tahme from now on young lady?” Beuford asked.

“Y-yes suh!” Binky panted breathlessly.

Beuford grinned and stood Binky up facing away from him. His grin broadened as he ogled her lovely, firm, reddened backside. He knelt down behind her and started licking her sore rump cheeks. Binky murred softly as the old hound dog dragged his tongue over her tingling backside and caressed her thighs. He spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs and licked down to her tail hole. Binky leaned forward to brace herself on the table, allowing Beuford’s long thick, warm tongue access to her cunny. Beuford reached around to gently play with and tease Binky’s clit while his tongue squirmed through her soft inner folds of female flesh.

“Oh yesss…” Binky groaned, her flanks trembling. “Oh mah, YES! Ah’m gonna…Gonna…”

Beuford pinched Binky’s clit causing Binky’s orgasm to explode within her. She threw her head back moaning loudly while her lover lapped up her juices. Slowly, her pleasure subsided. She leaned heavily on the table, her trembling legs barely supporting her.

“Better?” Beuford asked as he wiped his muzzle on his arm.

“Much,” Binky moaned happily.

Beuford scooped up the smaller rabbit in his arms and walked over to the couch.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Binky asked, a seductive look on her face.

“Oh, a li’l of this, a li’l of that. Beuford grinned as he sat on the couch, cradling Binky in his arms and lap. Ah got all nahght. How about y’all?”

Binky grinned and embraced Beuford. She kissed him deeply and was deeply kissed in return.

Meanwhile, the Mink household had turned in for the night. Almost all the residents and guests had drifted off to sleep. Monica, however, could not sleep. It wasn’t Martin’s soft snoring that kept her awake but a strange, anxious feeling that she couldn’t pin down. She felt as though she needed to do something but didn’t know what. The more she tried to define the feeling, the more elusive the definition became. Frustration built quickly. She sat up and set her feet on the floor, thinking perhaps she might be hungry. But no, that wasn’t it.

Frustrated, she tossed her pillow on the floor. She stared at the pillow. She blinked and stared at the pillow again.

“Not enough,” she whispered to herself.

She tuned and slipped Martin’s pillow out from under his head. Martin snorted and rolled to his side then continued to snore softly. Monica tossed the pillow on the floor next to the first.

“More,” She whispered.

She got up and waddled around the bed to Serena’s side. As she reached to get Serena’s pillow she felt a contracting pain in her belly accompanied by a sliding, stretching sensation. She whimpered and squatted down reflexively. Serena’s eye’s fluttered open and tried to focus.

“M-Monica?” she asked sleepily. “That you?”

Monica whimpered and nodded.

“Pillow,” Monica managed to groan softly as she stood up again.

Serena struggled to wake fully as Monica took her pillow out from under her head and waddled back around to the other side of the bed. Monica tossed the third pillow onto the floor next to the others. She looked at the pile a moment then turned to the bed and whisked off the blanket. Serena sat up looking confused as Monica piled the blanket about the pillows.

“Monica, are you okay?” she asked, becoming worried about her life mate.

“Need a soft place,” Monica said before she grimaced and clutched her swollen belly. “Hurts…I think…my eggs…”

Monica whimpered and tried in vain to reach her panties. Serena shook Martin and struggled to get out of bed.

“Martin…I think Monica’s ready to drop her eggs.”

“Don’t…Drop eggs…Might…Break…” Martin yawned before rolling to his back and slipping back into unconsciousness.

“Martin!” Serena said, lightly slapping the sleeping mink’s cheek.

Martin stirred and blinked sleepily. Serena went over to help Monica remove her panties. Monica grimaced and squatted down reflexively. Serena helped her scoot over her impromptu nest. Monica whimpered and knelt down.

“Serena…Martin…I can feel it,” Monica groaned. “Sliding…Stretching me…It’s coming…It’s so BIG!!”

Martin crawled off the bed and hurried to Monica’s side, still not quite awake or sure what was happening. Serena rubbed Monica’s belly, hoping to ease her life mate’s pain a little. Serena wanted to tell Monica that every thing was fine and that it was all going to be all right. But the truth was that she was scared to death.

“Just relax, love,” Serena coaxed. “Relax a little, let it come. Do you want me to call your mother?”

Monica winced and clutched at Martin’s arm so hard That Martin’s eyes bulged out. She nodded frantically when the contraction and stretching passed. Serena rushed out to the phone in the kitchen leaving a panic stricken Martin with Monica. She dialed the number for Monica’s parents in Australia. The phone rang a couple times before Mr. Platypus answered.

“G’day, Platypus residence.”

“C-could I speak with Mrs. Platypus, please?” Serena asked.

“Just a minute,” Mr. Platypus said.

Serena winced sympathetically as Monica groaned and whimpered loudly in the bedroom. After a minute, Mrs. Platypus picked up the phone.

“G’day?” she said.

“Mrs. Platypus?” Serena said anxiously. “This is Serena.”

“Oh hello, Serena! How are things?”

“Your daughter is laying her eggs,” Serena said quickly as Monica groaned once more. “We…We have no Idea what to do!”

“She’s…Oh dear!” Mrs. Platypus exclaimed. “Has she made a soft place to lay them?”

“Yes, she has.”

“Then she needs to be relaxed,” Mrs. Platypus continued calmly, though her voice was laced with anxious excitement. “Rub her lower back and talk to her. Keep her calm. There may be several contractions before the egg starts to come out.”

Serena dragged the phone out to the middle of the living room, as far as the cord would allow and then stretched the receiver cord over to the bedroom door. She looked into the bedroom. Monica was still squatting over her makeshift nest though she leaned back against Martin, who, though holding and trying to comfort her, looked to be on the edge of panic.

“Talk to her Martin,” Serena told him. “And rub her lower back.”

Martin did as he was told, speaking softly to Monica, telling her to relax and that he loved her while he rubbed the spasming muscles in the lower back. Monica clenched her hand around Martin’s free hand, causing martin some obvious discomfort, though Martin did not complain.

“Above all,” Mrs. Platypus cautioned. “Tell her not to force it. It will come on its own. Do you know how many she has?”

“No,” Serena answered, “Cleo wouldn’t tell us.”

“Don’t force it,” Serena repeated for Monica, trying to keep control of her own anxiousness. “Let it come on its own.”

“I’ll tryeeeee!” Monica squealed as another contraction hit.

Serena heard a door open behind her. She turned to see Shiela and Shelby dragging themselves, naked and sleepy, from their room.

“Whot’s goin’ (Yawn) on?” Shiela asked.

“Yeah,” Shelby said. “Whot’s all th’ bloody noise about?”

“Your sister is laying her eggs,” Serena explained quickly as she held out the phone to Shiela. “You can help out by repeating your mother’s instructions for us, Shiela.

Shiela brightened and seemed to wake fully as she took the phone.

“Hi mom!” She said excitedly as she stretched to better see the activity in the bedroom. “Monica’s laying eggs!!”

Serena hurried in and knelt down next to Monica. Shelby went as far as the doorway. He looked at the scene, his mouth hanging open in awe and fascination.

“You’re doing great, Monica,” Serena encouraged as she lightly rubbed her mate’s belly.

Monica managed a little smile as she panted heavily between contractions. Martin, as well, seemed comforted a little now that Serena had rejoined them. He lay his head against Monica’s and told her how much he loved her. Serena snuggled up against Monica as well and spoke words of support and love to her as well.

“Mum wants to know how far down the egg is,” Shiela reported excitedly. “You’ll have to feel down her belly.”

Serena did as she was told. She felt down along the swollen curve of Monica’s belly. She could feel the hardness of the egg’s shell down as far as the top of her mons. She was surprised as how large the egg seemed. She began to worry and wonder at how something so large was going to come out.

“It’s very close to the opening,” Serena reported as she shifted to see if it was coming out.

Monica’s nethers seemed ‘pushed out’ and her vaginal opening was unusually large, though to Serena it still seemed far too small.

“Monica, Mum says to spread your legs wide apart. She says that should make it a little easier.”

“You heard her Monica,” Serena said. “That’s a good girl…OH MY…!”

Monica did as she was told. Almost immediately her vaginal opening bulged and stretched as it was filled by the slick speckled grayish brown shell of her egg. Monica grimaced as her muscles pushed again and the egg began to stretch her around it.

“It hurts, Serena,” Monica whimpered. “T-too big!”

Martin began to whimper as well, feeling helpless and useless. Shelby continued to stare, mesmerized as Monica’s egg was expelled from her body.

“It’s almost out, Monica,” Serena encouraged. “You’re doing it! Shiela, tell you mother it’s coming out!”

Shiela passed the message along. A moment later, the egg, about the size of a basket ball, dropped into the soft, padded ‘nest’. Monica groaned out loud in relief. She leaned heavily against Martin panting and gasping. Martin licked at her cheek.

“It’s out!” Serena exclaimed happily as she caressed Monica’s thigh. “You did it!”

“Mum says good job, sis!” Shiela beamed.

Monica grinned weakly and looked down at her glistening egg. She fairly glowed with joy and pride…until the next contraction hit.

“Another one?” Serena asked, her eyes widening.

Monica nodded and whimpered as her opening was stretched yet again.

“Yeah, another one, mum!” Shiela said excitedly into the phone. “Hey, sis! Mum says two is normal for a platypus. She says if there’s more than one it’ll come pretty quickly.”

“It’s coming!” Serena reported as the next egg was pushed slowly from Monica’s body.

Monica grinned loudly as her muscles clenched again. Serena smiled brightly caught up in her excitement.

“Come on, Monica,” she coaxed. “You can do it.”

Monica grunted as the second egg joined its sibling in the nest. The exhausted platypus panted and whimpered but looked very relieved. Shiela reported the laying of the second egg to her mother. Martin and Serena cuddled their mate. Suddenly, Monica got a surprised look on her face which turned into a grimace.

“M-more…!” was all she managed to whimper.

“M-m-more?!” Martin squeaked.

“Shiela!” Serena said in a mixture of excitement and concern. “Tell her there’s more!”

Monica’s eyes drooped in exhaustion as the contraction subsided.

“So tired,” She panted. “S-Serena…Martin…Sooo tired…”

“Mum’s so proud of you, sis!” Shiela relayed.

Monica clenched her teeth and bent forward at the next contraction. She whimpered as the third egg was pushed half way out. Martin looked down for the first time to see the egg actually coming out of Monica. His eyes rolled up in his head and he wavered unsteadily. Serena gave Martin a quick sharp slap on his cheek.

“Love, don’t you be fainting now,” Serena said quickly as Martin snapped to. “Your mate needs you.”

The third egg dropped into the nest with the other two. Monica trembled and all but collapsed against Martin but the smile on her bill shown brightly.

“Do you feel any more?” Serena asked anxiously.

Monica waited a few moments and then shook her head, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Three!” Martin grinned broadly. “Our mate gave us three! I’m so happy, Monica!”

Martin cradled and cuddled Monica. Serena kissed Monica’s cheek.

“So am I, love,” she told her. “So am I.”

Serena took the phone from Shiela who dashed in to hug and congratulate her big sister.

“Congratulations,” Serena said. “Your daughter has just laid three big, beautiful healthy eggs!”

“Oh Daddy,” Mrs. Platypus gushed happily. “Three eggs! We’re grandparents! Serena…Is Monica by the phone?”

“Are you up to talking with you’re parents?” Serena asked.

Monica nodded wearily. Martin and Shiela helped her to her feet. She walked awkwardly over to the phone with her feet kept two feet apart. She took the phone from Serena.

“Hi mum…Yes, I’m fine…Okay, I’m a little tired and sore… Yes…they were both here…No dad, they didn’t feel that big goin’ in.”

Martin blushed, Serena and Shiela giggled. Serena kissed the blushing mink.

“I will mum… (Yawn)…Yeah a little…Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow…Thanks mum…I love you both.”

She handed the phone back to Shiela and turned to hug Martin and Serena.

“Me mum said we need to keep them warm. She suggested sleeping curled up around them.”

“We could wrap them up in Martin’s nice fluffy tail,” Serena said teasingly.

“M-my t-tail?” Martin asked.

“Of course,” Serena said. “They are your kits too.”

Serena took up Martin’s tail and draped it over her shoulders. Monica yawned prodigiously and made her way back to the nest.

“Should we Move them?” Serena asked.

“They’re fine…” Monica yawned and she lay down and curled up around her eggs.

“We could put them on the bed,” Serena suggested.

Monica, however, had nodded off almost immediately. Serena and Martin smiled. The sound of Shiela giggling drew their attention. They turned to find Shelby still standing in the doorway, still staring at his big sister and her newly laid eggs with an open-mouthed, vacant and fascinated expression on his face. What Shiela was giggling and pointing at, however, was the sizable erection Shelby was sporting. Serena blinked, but smiled a little in spite of herself. Martin could only stare. Shelby suddenly realized that he seemed to be the center of attention and that he was ‘openly aroused’. He bushed brightly and tried to cover himself as her dashed into his and Shiela’s room. Shiela covered her bill to stifle her laughter.

Serena sighed and started pulling Martin toward the front door, ignoring his panicked look.

“Shiela, why don’t you go and help your brother with his little problem? Martin and I are going to go for a little walk to spread the news about Monica’s eggs.”

“There ain’t nothin’ li’l about that ‘problem’,” Shiela grinned broadly. “But okay!”

“And look in on your sister, please.”

“Will do,” Shiela said as the darted into the room she and her brother shared.

Serena grinned and took Martin to the front door.

“Come on, love,” She smiled. “Let’s spread the good news.’

Continued