Binky opened her sleepy eyes to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She looked to Beuford who slept peacefully beside her with a wry smirk. It had been almost three weeks since her little accident with the bottle of magic perfume. Neither she nor Beuford remembered much from their marathon mating session, just bits and pieces in an odd orgasmic haze that brought smiles to their faces when ever they tried to remember. She did remember waking up in the cold morning light as dawn broke in the forest. She’d been lying on top of Beuford, his morning wood buried in her cunny. Beuford was warm underneath her but the morning dew had her back wet and cold. She’d rocked her hips, greeting Beuford with a pleasant smile while she humped on his love muscle. Beuford had been confused to say the least and a little cross with her for using ‘That silly magic stuff”. Being awakened by a morning mating, however, seemed to mollify the constable, though he did make her promise to never try to use that magic stuff on anyone again and she’d agreed to get up first for the next three months to make him breakfast. Their neighbors, to whose presence off and on they had been completely oblivious too, where more or less discreet about the goings on as was usual in Rutwell Forest. Hardly a smirk, or giggle and perhaps an occasional ‘golf clap’ getting a blush from Binky and a scowl from the constable. Stormdancer had been amused to a point after he’d got over his mad and came back to see her again. While he’d found the situation humorous, he was very jealous which Binky wasted no time in exploiting to their mutual pleasure. Serena had been full of ‘I told you sos’ but had chuckled non-the less. The whole thing had blown over in less than a week though Binky had thought that she’d picked up a sniffle or something from being wet and cold most of the night. A couple days after the ‘incident’, as Beuford referred to it, her nose had picked up an intermittent itch that sometimes caused her to sneeze. She had learned something of value from ‘the incident’, however. Her Canine lover’s favorite mating position; her lying atop him, slow humping while caressing her. Binky smacked the alarm and skritched her nose. She started to get up when her stomach gurgled audibly and then lurched suddenly. Binky’s eyes flew open wide in panic as she clapped a hand over her muzzle and bolted for the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet, thankful for once that Beuford was a typical male and never closed the lid. She dropped to her knees and, clutching at the sides of the porcelain bowl and purged the contents of her stomach. She knelt there gasping for breath a moment before a second wave of nausea swept over her. Three ‘Technicolor yawns’ later found her resting her head on the cool porcelain side of the toilet as water swirled within. She got up from the floor slowly, her stomach still feeling a bit queasy. She went to the sink and proceeded to rinse her mouth. As she gargled a third time to remove the acrid taste from her mouth there came a gentle knocking at the bathroom door and Beuford’s concerned voice. “Y’all okay in theah, Binky?” “Oh yeah,” Binky grumped. “Ah’m just peachy. Ah thahnk Ah picked up a bug somewheah. Ah’ll be out in a minute.” She took a few moments to will her rebellious stomach into submission then exited the bathroom, walking quickly past Beuford and headed for the kitchen. “Bathroom’s all yours,” she said over her shoulder. “Y’all’s breakfast will be ready when y’all is finished.” Beuford scratched his head then shrugged his shoulders and went into the bathroom to clean up while Binky made his breakfast. Truth be told, between Binky and Beuford, the hound dog was the better cook. It wasn’t that Binky couldn’t cook but Beuford was a bonifide Cajun chef among his other talents. Spices sort of confused Binky and she preferred raw vegetables…At least she had until she’d tasted Beuford’s crawdad gumbo. Still, she could scramble eggs and fry bacon with the best of them. She just set the condiments out to let Beuford season them to his own liking. By the time she had everything on the table, Beuford was just coming out of the bedroom, adjusting his black vest. “That smells rahght nahce, miss Bunny,” Beuford said as he sat down at the table. “Beuford, You live in mah burrow,” Binky said with a giggle and a wry grin. “We have sex two or three tahmes a day and once when we go to bed at nahght. Ah thahnk y’all can call me ‘Binky’ rathah than ‘Miss Bunny’. Beuford smiled and blushed as he set about spicing up his breakfast. “Y’all is Rahght, Ah rekon, Miss…er Binky.” “That’s bettah,” Binky said just before her nose got an itch and she started sneezing and sneezing and sneezing again. “Are y’all okay?” Beuford asked, his concern evident on his face. “Just a flu bug Ah rekon,” Binky said. “Maybe y’all should stop bah Cleo’s taday,” Beford suggested. “Just to be sure it ain’t somethin’ serious.” “It’s nothin’,” Binky maintained steadfastly. “But it is nahce that y’all care about mah health.” “Your health?” Beuford said. “Ah just dun want y’all ta give whatevah it is ta me.” Binky threw the constable a scowl until she saw the innocent grin plastered on his muzzle. “Dun y’all have the peace ta keep and law breakers ta catch?” Binky said with mock annoyance. “Ah do at that,” Beuford said as he started scarfing down his breakfast. Binky let him finish in peace and kissed him before he left to keep the peace of Rutwell Forest. After he had gone she set about clearing off and washing the dishes. She started to fix something for herself but her stomach gurgled and she thought better of the idea. She considered Beuford’s suggestion to see Cleo about this flu and decided that it couldn’t hurt. She went to the bathroom to clean up. It was early afternoon by the time Binky finally arrived at Cleo’s Tree. She had talked herself out of and in to visiting Rutwell Forest’s resident sorceress and healer three times before finally resolving to go. She knocked on the door and waited patiently. After a few moments the door opened, seemingly of its own accord, and Cleo’s voice from somewhere inside bid her to come in. Cleo’s home had always fascinated Binky. On the outside the tree was barely wide enough for the door and single window…Inside the tree, however, was a large room filled with shelves of books and scrolls, Vials and bottles, bags and pouches, boxes and chests of all sorts. There were several tables with beakers and flasks and glass tubing, more books and several cages containing what Cleo called her ‘familiars’.” These small creatures resembled little more than a phallus and ball-sack with legs. If left on their own, or if they escaped, they would seek out the nearest female or male to stimulate themselves to orgasm. Cleo used them as messengers and… well…. At the back of the room near a spiral stair case that went both up and down was a large fire place in which hung a large black cauldron. The fire was burning brightly and the cauldron bubbled ominously. Cleo sat on a chair in front of the cauldron, reading from a large, old, leather bound book as she tossed powders into the bubbling liquid. “Have a seat,” the purple furred cat said without looking up and with a wave of her hand that trailed green sparkles in the air. “I’ll be right with you.” At Cleo’s gesture a chair walked itself over to Binky. Binky sat down warily. “Watcha brewin’ up theah?” Binky asked. “Love potion…Sleepin’ potion… Viagra?” “Chicken soup,” Cleo said as she closed the book and got up from the chair to come over to Binky. “Now, what can I do to…Err…For you today?” “Ah Thahnk Ah’ve caught a cold or the flu,” Binky said as she skritched her nose again. “Been sneezing mah head off for a couple weeks and this mornin’ ah tossed mah carrots big tahme.” Cleo ‘Hmm’d’ as she looked binky over. She felt Binky’s forehead and nose, checked her pulse the lay her head on Binkys chest, listening to her heart beat. “Have you thrown up before this morning?” Cleo asked. “Not recently,” Binky said. “I mean there was this last New Year’s Eve party….” “And how long have you been sneezing?” Cleo interrupted. “A couple weeks now.” “Well your temperature is a little warm and your heart-rate is a little elevated….” “Oh puckah nuts,” Binky groused. “Ah hate bein’ sick.” A knowing smile crossed Cleo’s muzzle. “Well, I do want to be sure in my diagnosis,” Cleo said. “I need you to slip out of your pants and hop up on the table.” “Y’all ain’t gonna do anythin’ funny are ya?” Binky asked warily as she stood up and started unfastening her slacks. “Funny?” Cleo asked innocently. “Who, me? Not at all. I just want to be sure before I say anything.” Binky slipped out of her pants and hopped up on the table. Cleo stepped up and eased Binky’s knees apart. Binky blushed brightly as her cunny was exposed. Cleo laid a hand on Binky’s belly and whispered a few words that Binky didn’t understand. Binky felt the fingers of Cleo’s other hand lightly caress her pussy along the split of her outer lips. A shiver ran the length of her spine. “Wh-what has…Down theah got ta do with mah flu?” Binky asked breathlessly. “Sh-sh-sh-sh,” Cleo said softly, her voice sounding strangely distant. “Trust me, I’m a sorceress. Just lean back and relax.” Cleo’s probing fingers slipped between Binky’s labia majora and wriggled through the bunny’s soft, moistening inner folds. Binky moaned softly in spite of her apprehension. Cleo continued to murmur softly as her fingers sought out Binky’s vaginal entrance. The hand on Binky’s belly began glow with a soft green light. Binky gasped and moaned out loud as Cleo slipped two fingers up insider her bunny hole. Cleo slow stroked her fingers in and out of Binky. The glow around the hand on Binky’s belly grew even brighter as Binky’s pleasure grew. Binky leaned back on her arms and spread her legs open wider. She leaned her head back as Cleo’s fingers found that special place insider her love tunnel and stroked it mercilessly. Binky’s orgasm sent shudders up her spine and down her arms and legs. She groaned loudly arching her back and digging her claws into the table. The glow around Cleo’s other hand vanished in a burst of green sparkles at the peak of Binky’s pleasure. Binky came down from her pleasure ‘high’ slowly. She panted softly, the clenching sensations of her climax giving way to a deliciously relaxed feeling. Cleo blinked, shook her head and shuddered from the aftereffects of her spell. She slipped her fingers out of her patient and licked them clean and relatively dry. Without a word she handed Binky a box of tissue to clean herself up with. Binky did so, waiting expectantly for Cleo to say something. Binky was not known for her patience. “Well?” she asked insistently. “What is it? What have Ah got? What’s th’ cure?” Cleo laid a hand on Binky’s shoulder and looked in the eyes with a look of utmost seriousness. “I’m afraid what you have can’t be cured, Binky,” Cleo said. Binky’s eyes went widen in shock and fear. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. “Wh-what is it, Cleo?” she pleaded. “What have Ah got?” “You have fawns,” Cleo said, her tone completely serious. Binky just stared at Cleo, not understanding and trying to sort out what this ‘fawns’ disease was. Cleo’s serious façade cracked and a warm smile spread on her face. “Binky,” she said, barely suppressing a giggle. “You are going to be a mommy.” “But…But that t’ain’t possible!” Binky said in a panicked tone. “Joy dun told me ‘bout getting’ preggahs in The Forest…Ya gotta want ta get preggahs…Really, really want it! Even if y’all ain’t been born heah…If you’ve lived heah long enough…I’ve been heah three yeahs! I haven’t gone inta heat fuh th’ last two an’ I don’t even get mah monthlies any moah!” Binky was near tears. She knew she couldn’t be pregnant. Had Stormdancer done something to her? Had she really wanted to get pregnant and couldn’t remember? Her mind was a whirlwind of questions. Then Cleo asked the most pertinent one. “So, who’s the lucky daddy?” “Ah dun know,” Binky said as tears spilled from her eyes. ‘Well they’re about three weeks along,” Cleo said thoughtfully. “Did anything unusual happen two or three weeks ago?” “Three weeks?” Binky sniffed. “Ah dun…Oh no!” “Binky? What’s wrong?” “The perfume…That magic puhfume ah sto…Er…’Borrowed’ from Sereena!” “Magical Perfume?” Cleo asked. “That stuff y’all gave ta Serena that makes males fall in love with ya.” “But it doesn’t affect females,” Cleo assured Binky. “It certainly doesn’t render you fertile. To affect a female at all you’d have to break a bottle full open and inhale a cloud full of the stuff.” Binky’s lower lip trembled and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. Cleo rubbed Binky’s shoulder sympathetically as she realized what must have happened. Under the influence of the potion Binky had made the ultimate expression of female love and devotion. “Oh, Binky…I’m sorry, but it’s not that bad, is it?” Cleo consoled. “Who’s the father Binky?” “Beuford,” Binky said softly. “Do you love him?” Binky nodded. “And does he love you?” “Ah thank so,” Binky sniffed. “Then I don’t see how can there be a problem?” Cleo said. “But it wasn’t s’posed ta be him…Not the fuhst tahme…My othah….” Binky’s voice trailed off. “So you got two males your serious about?” Cleo grinned conspiratorially. “And the other one had first dibbs on your eggs? Sounds like something a pookah might do. So who’s the other male, Binky? Randy I bet.” “S-Stormdancah,” Binky sniffed. “He’s a pookah from Misty Wood. He’s gonna be so mad at me. What am Ah gonna tell him? What am Ah gonna tell Beuford?! Cleo, What am Ah gonna do?!” Cleo hugged Binky close and rubbed her back consolingly. “You are going to be happy, Binky.” Cleo said confidently. “However they got there, you have new life growing inside you. Your children, made with a fur you loved enough to make them with, need you.” Cleo handed Binky back her pants and pulled a small vial from the shelf while Binky got dressed. She returned and handed Binky the bottle. “This should take care of the morning sickness. Put one drop under your tongue before you go to bed. And don’t worry about the males. They can be silly creatures at times but most of them in this forest have good hearts. It’ll work out, you’ll see. And I’ll be looking in on you from time to time to see how you and your brood are doing.” “B-brood?” Binky asked. “How many are in me?” “I counted seven, but there may be eight.” Cleo said. “I’m not exactly sure.” “EIGHT?!” Binky exclaimed. “Oh mah stars!!” “Now go home and rest…Mommy-fur” Cleo chuckled. “You’re gonna need it. And eat something. You have a lot of Fawns to feed.” Binky left Cleo’s and walked along the trail to her burrow. She didn’t know what to feel. Elation and apprehension at being pregnant, dread at having to face Beuford and Stormdancer…She simply didn’t know what to do. Then a thought struck her. Serena! Serena would know what to do. She always knew what to do. Binky turned on her heel and started hopping for Serena’s home.