Page 104 of Right Next Door
“Not sure what I thought would happen, but it wasn’t this,” Misty mumbled to her cat.
The General just kept purring contentedly, completely unconcerned with her problems.
By all accounts, the wedding planning was going very well. She didn’t really have a wedding planner, but she did have an event coordinator. Which was practically the same thing since wedding planners were essentially just event coordinators that specialized in one event. Boktare was there to give his blessings, Davard was there to offer his historical expertise. Tsok and Misty were at the center of everything as well, but she only had to decide things, like colors, patterns, themes, etc, she didn’t have to actually do any work in getting them done.
She picked the location – Fellbud Manor – then picked designs and food and other opinion related things like that. But the coordinator was the one who actually went out to make it happen. It was probably the least stressful way to plan a wedding.
For the parts that were different from a human wedding, the others did the bulk of the choosing and she just offered her opinion.
They were planning on the rut taking place inside the manor itself. All the staff would leave when it was time for them to start, and they would lock themselves within. Only then would Tsok remove his nasal filter and then… things would go au naturale.
The rut, she was told, would last several days. Tsok wouldn’t be able to stop until he smelled that he’d successfully gotten her pregnant. A kreecharma female wouldn’t lose her mind in the rut like her male, but she would become senselessly horny and go into estrus in response. They weren’t sure if Misty would similarly ovulate in response to him. Humans adjusted to their mates, but the degree to which she adjusted was unknown.
So, she had to turn her ovulation back on. In case she didn’t go into estrus in response to him, she needed to be able to ovulate naturally, which she couldn’t right now. There were records of mated kreecharma being unable to get pregnant during the rut. Males and females who mated their own sex couldn’t do it, of course, but there were also couples that, for whatever reason, couldn’t get pregnant either. In those cases, the couple would fuck to death if they weren’t stopped.
That hadn’t been much of a problem even before mating became taboo though. They had pregnant pheromones to spray into the face of males to get them out of the rut if they became trapped. It was developed specifically because of cases like that. After the cultural rejection of mating, the pheromones became a way to stop the trigger when it was accidentally set off instead of letting the males just rut their mate as they would naturally.
They were stocking up Misty’s room with a vial of that pheromone. According to her health scans, she should have no problem ovulating, but it was being given to her as a precaution. The appointment to restore her fertility was in a few days. Misty was excited about the idea of getting pregnant. She’d finally get to really indulge her breeding kink and it was exciting. The idea of Tsok moving over her, pushing her legs up, pounding deep and creaming inside… She was horny just thinking about it. Then, when he was done, he would hold her legs up like that, allowing his seed to drain into her.
Claiming her as thoroughly as he possibly could. Leaving a permanent mark on her. Getting her pregnant and owning her womb. She shivered at the very thought.
And then, after that, she’d have a cute, furry kitten. Kreecharma kits were quadrupeds when they were born. They’d become biped as they got older, but as babies, they ran around, hyper and adorable, on all fours. She’d be essentially birthing her ownkitten. She couldn’t wait to introduce them to The General and seeing her two furry babies together.
In other words, she was actually looking forward to that part.
But seeing all the reactions to the wedding planning put a sour taste in her mouth.
Weddings were supposed to be about love and togetherness. A fun party, friends and family living it up together, and enjoying being with your new spouse.
But her wedding was also a political divider. She had to sit there and watch as everyone freely and candidly gave their opinions onhermarriage.
“Maybe I should introduce a Vegas wedding to this place after all,” she muttered. The General rolled over, his paws flopping, as he presented his belly. A tempting trap. Adorable, but absolutely unhelpful, really.
Thanks to all the people working together on it, and to make sure that the general population didn’t lose interest, the wedding ceremony would be taking place soon. She’d gone from despising her mate to counting down the days to when they’d be getting hitched so quickly, she had whiplash. She knew every step that led her here, but it was still unbelievable.
“And everyone and their mother has something to say about it.”
“What are you grumbling about so unhappily?”
The General righted himself on her lap. His ears dropped back and his fuzzy little body went tense as he glared at Tsok who neither of them heard approaching.
Her mate paid her grumpy cat no mind as he took a seat next to her. His arm easily slid around her shoulders, and she found herself leaning against his side. The General did not appreciate the new closeness, but he only raised his paw threateningly atTsok’s thigh without batting at him. He also made no attempts to move away from her.
Tsok ignored her cat as he instead frowned at the people on the display. They were right in the middle of an interview with an older female who was espousing the many benefits of abstinence and how their people didn’t need to move on from that and anyone who said otherwise was actually still a slave to the instincts Boktare was claiming they were conquering.
“If anyone needs to get laid, it’s her,” Misty said, grumpy.
Tsok smirked, gently stroking her arm. “But what male would risk his cock getting close enough to try?”
She laughed, turning further into his side. The General hissed and jumped up, running away so he didn’t get too close to his hated rival. Tsok only chuckled at her cat’s behavior as he settled in, getting more comfortable with Misty.
“Is it bothering you?” Tsok asked, watching now as they began talking to an expert on historical mating of the kreecharma people. He looked very grand and self-important. Misty couldn’t really blame him as he was probably the first guy in his field interviewed on such a large scale. He must be feeling pretty important to know a lot about what most people didn’t anymore.
Of course, their wedding wasn’t going to be completely traditional, but he was giving important background information to help contextualize what they would be doing and changing.
“It doesn’t… bother me. Per se,” Misty finally said. “It just seems like this whole thing is less about us and more about what everyone thinks about us.”
“Do you want to call it off?”
