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Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

A mule? Pregnant?

*Eliza’s POV*

Andy seemed to have something up his sleeve, figuratively speaking. He looked fit to explode with anticipation as he led me hurriedly through the rest of the mountain tiger shed. Honestly, with the unique aroma, I didn’t exactly mind the rush. Maybe he was just extra randy?

I took a deep breath when we were out in the Night air again, but Andy grabbed my hand and tugged me along, flapping his wings impatiently. “Just one more stable, I’m pretty sure you’ll like it!”

He was smiling like a loony man! I chuckled and followed after him towards a stable that smelled more like equines dwelled within. As we neared the open door, Andy turned to me, grinning widely. “Don’t touch any babies until I say it’s ok.” Babies! Gods!

Suddenly I was so excited I could hardly hold still! It took unbelievable restraint not to shove my incredibly attractive warden, tight, little ass and all, out of the way, so I could go see the doubtlessly adorable, widdle bebes-

“-Eliza! Ok?” Andy raised his eyebrows at me and pointedly barred the way with a lanky arm. Hmph!

“Yes, yes! Of course, Second Officer Andy-poo-poo! I-“ Andy frowned and was suddenly right in front of me.

“-Shut up! Not at the Walls, woman! I love you, but I am your Commanding Officer, and I can’t be seen being spoken to in that manner by any subordinate, much less my ward!” He shook his head and his voice softened. “It is unprofessional enough that I should care for you as I do. I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m pathetic and weak.”

I felt terrible immediately. I was an impulsive person at times, and I’d let it get carried away again. I was afraid to show Andy how sorry I was, that it hurt to think that I had ruined everything for him, that I knew he’d be better off without me. So, of course, I made a joke. “You can tell everyone that I lured you in with my tits.”

Andy chuckled. “Oh, no, it wasn’t just those, your ass surely played a role as well.” I snickered and buried my dark thoughts for later. They were always there.

Andy glanced around us, then surprised me by whipping me around a corner. “What the fu-“ And then we were kissing, and it was hot! Whoa! Shit! I felt my head hit a post, Andy grabbing my breast, rubbing my nipple, pressing his hips against mine, gods!

Seconds later, he pulled away, grinning like the evil bastard he was! “I can’t wait to get you back to the shelter!” He paused for breath, and before I could ask him what the devil’s bunions had possessed him to start making out with me after his little speech, he actually put his finger over my mouth, like a toddler!“ Wait, wait! I know, I know! Give me a second! I just, I love you, that’s all.”

I saw Andy’s face flush a bit as he hesitated. “I don’t know how to show it anymore. I don’t know how to talk to people anymore. I don’t know how to show you I care. I don’t know anything.”

He looked frustrated for a moment, but he clearly had something on his mind, so I didn’t interrupt him and waited. Listening was definitely not my strength, but I tried my best.

Andy scratched at his antlers, cursed, and shook his head before continuing. “I’m trying to figure out how to be your lover, your warden, and your superior Officer, all at once. I’ve never done that before, but others have. I want you to know that, if it turns out… if there’s a conflict, that I can’t balance it, I will leave my post-“

I shook my head, pushing him away from me. “-Not a fucking chance! No fucking wa-“

Andy grabbed my arm, firmly but without undue force. “-It’s my decision! You are why I live! Until you will no longer have me as your partner… uh, romantic… shit, you know what I meant!” The intensity of the moment was broken by the return of the idea that Andy was gay, and we both giggled a little.

I bowed. “I’d be honored. I will try my very best to hide my titties during our coupling. No wonder my ass played such a role in-“

Andy groaned. “-Gods! Enough! Do you want to see the cute babies or not?” I grinned and nodded. “Well, come along then. Ugh!” As we entered the stable I could just hear Andy muttering, “…bury my pillar in her and she still thinks I’m gay?”

Shortly, I forgot all about everything else, as I was greeted with such a charming sight as I had ever seen: dozens of unicorn mares with their foals! “Ooo!” I gripped my hands tightly together, lest I touch anything by accident and be gored by an angry unicorn mare.

Andy turned to me. “They already know who you are, they’ve been told by the others. They’ll indicate if they wish you to greet their foals. Generally speaking, they prefer not. Like we discussed, the foals will experience uneasiness or discomfort when most people touch them. Their mothers strictly monitor the amount of exposure-“

I heard a stomp coming from quite a few stalls away. Andy looked up, surprised, and we walked over. Inside was an incredibly tall, well-muscled, barrel-chested grey mare, with a black foal that was much larger than the rest. His alicorn had almost two full turns grown in!

Andy nodded in comprehension immediately. “Eliza, this is Charra. She is an immigrant to the unicorn herd, and carries the blood of the Dújiǎoshòu, a unicorn tribe that are very stalwart in physique. Unless I am mistaken, she requests your aid in helping her son, Grant, to adapt to touch, because she senses your great strength. Am I correct, Charra?”

Charra nodded. She looked a little tired. I would be too, with a new baby boy!

I looked to Andy for instruction. “These stalls have doors, and I’ll have to close you in. Grant may react very unfavorably to being touched, but he may not. Charra will let you know when to leave Grant be, just mind her, she is very wise.”

I saw Charra carefully block her curious son from exiting as Andy opened the stall door to let me in, then move aside once I was in and the door safely closed. I turned to Charra. “May I greet you to show your son I am a friend?” Charra nodded, and I scratched her shoulder.

Grant grew curious, and nuzzled up to my arm, nipping lightly at it. After he made contact, he flipped his upper lip up, as though he’d tasted something terrible, and sneezed. I turned to him slowly, but did not touch him. “I’m so sorry I taste and smell so horrible, Grant.”

I turned to Charra. “Does he understand what I’m saying?” Charra turned her head in a small circle.

Andy piped up softly. “Charra is translating for all of us, to help Grant learn.”

I nodded. “Grant, I would like to try touching your shoulder, but it may feel unpleasant. You might have to be brave. Can you a be brave boy for just a few moments?”

A few seconds passed before Grant looked at Charra nervously, then came forward. He still looked worried, and I wanted to put him at ease. “I have a friend named Jinxx, and whenever we are near each other, we make each other feel cruddy. Right now, we are doing the same thing, seeing each other bit by bit. We hope that, by being brave, and staying friends, our friendship will outsmart our bodies. How about that?” I waited as Charra translated, and eventually Grant nodded, seeming to approve.

Slowly, I touched the tips of my fingers to Grants shoulder. Nothing happened. After a few seconds, I started scratching him lightly, and he began fussing, but only the tiniest amount. “You’re so brave, Grant! You’re a little warrior already! See how proud your mother is of you!”

Briefly, Grant stopped fussing, and he seemed to radiate a certain pride. He even pushed against my hand, before seeming to spook a little, making his ears go back and the whites of his eyes show. Still, Grant tried to hold his ground, and pushed once more against my hand as I tried to pull away, the silly boy!

I was beginning to worry, when I felt Charra’s nose touch my back. Immediately, I stopped scratching Grant and walked away, in front of Charra, so Grant could have a break. I was thrilled when he gave a little jump and nicker.

I moved to leave, but Charra shoved her muzzle in my face. I scratched her chin. “You have a brave son already.” Our moment was disturbed as she exhaled heavily onto me with a grunt, when Grant plowed into her udder, thirsty for a drink after his exertions.

Andy let me out, closing the stall door behind me. “Well done, you’ve made some friends! I shouldn’t be surprised, really! You seem to have a way with all quadrupeds!”

I smiled. “Thanks.” Animals didn’t look down on me for not being full-blooded Fae, generally speaking.

I felt at peace as we walked through the stable, nodding greetings at the unicorn mares as we passed. I was surprised when Andy stopped me about three fourths of the way through. “Can I tell you a story?”

I cocked my head, curious. “Sure?” What in the nine hells was he up to now?

Andy had that mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I told you that we have draft donkeys and mules for labor, right?” I nodded. “Well, just over a year ago, something strange happened at the stables. A qilin was seen peacefully eating at pasture with our donkeys and mules. Do you know what qilin are?”

I shook my head. “Not exactly. I thought they were like unicorns, but more like miniature dragons.”

Andy grinned. “Sort of. They’re good omens, they almost never stay in one place for very long. We were surprised it didn’t want to stay with the unicorns. This one had two horns, long whiskers, and scales. But they do have cloven hooves, a mane, and a beard like unicorns. Their tails and legs are like a donkey or horse. They’re very flashy, very pretty to look at. We offered it a few vegetables, and it seemed to like them. I was so fascinated by it! I knew it would never stay, but I still wish it had.”

Andy was building up to something, I could tell by the look on his face. “Well, six months later, we realized something we had thought was impossible. Thistle, she’s one of our draft mollies, she was pregnant!”

My mouth fell open. A mule? Pregnant? “The qilin made it so she could get knocked up? No shucks!” I suddenly realized children and listening unicorn mothers surrounded me. Oops.

Andy snickered. “We figured it had somehow blessed her, and that one of the donkeys or maybe another mule was the sire, though I’d never heard of that. But we don’t think that anymore. Her baby turned out to be very different. Would you like to see her?”

I nodded, careful to contain any over-enthusiastic expletives. I followed Andy past a few more stalls, stopping in front of one near the end.

Thistle was enormous! She had a massive head, with large, dark, soft eyes and long, adorable ears. She was probably the biggest equine I’d ever seen in my life! She whickered softly at Andy.

Andy turned to me. “She knows me, we’ve kept a close eye on her, ever since we realized she was pregnant. We suspected it was a gift from the qilin.” He turned to face the enormous molly. “May I show my friend your baby girl, Thistle-poo?”

Andy grabbed her halter and lead. “She’s very good, but she’s still a momma. I’ll catch her up while you say hello. I’ll explain after we’re done, I don’t want to stress her. Just know that what applies to unicorns doesn’t appear to apply to this baby.”

What? Nervous, I followed Andy into the stall, and was instantly delighted by the little being before me. Curled into a napping position, it was a dark bay in color, and had a tail almost like a boar. It had two, tiny little nubbins growing crookedly in, one on its forehead, the other on the tip of its nose. It had horizontal stripes running across its lighter colored legs.

Andy scratched Thistle as he haltered her up. “Go ahead, it’s ok.”

I knelt in the shavings and gently pet the little creature on its shoulder. It wiggled happily and opened its eyes. Wow! Its eyes were so beautiful!

It nickered at me and stood up, deciding it was playtime. It ran, head-first, into me, then started trying to munch on my pants as I stood. “No-no, really, that’s not the best idea!” It actually stopped and gave me a challenging look. “No, really. If you’re hungry, mom is over there.” I pointed at Thistle’s udder.

I was shocked when the little being followed my arm, slowly, to Thistle’s udder, then looked quite excited at where the trail led. It barreled awkwardly into Thistle’s udder, suckling noisily. Andy gave Thistle some slack so that she could nip her exuberant foal on the rear and remind it to be gentle.

I grinned at Andy. “Let’s leave them be, the baby is hungry and has a lot of growing to do.”

Andy patted Thistle and pulled some manner of horse treat I didn’t know he had out of his vest. Thistle munched it gratefully as he removed her halter.

I greeted Andy with a hug after he shut their stall door, and he gave me a quick cuddle back. “So what is that tiny baby? Who was daddy?”

Andy shrugged. “Well, my personal suspicion is that the qilin was, more or less, the sire. The baby, to me, appears to be a really uncommon kind of creature. I mean, I had to really hit the manuscripts to find anything like her, Eliza. But I don’t think she’s a qilin, I think the qilin somehow brought her here, I don’t know how-“

I was dying of curiosity! “-Tell me Andy! What do you think she is?”

Andy smiled. “There are a bunch of words for it. I use abada, but some texts use nillekma, another one I read was arase, once I saw ndemba, you get the idea. I think they are distant relatives of unicorns, just as horses and qilin are. It’s why she’s in this stable, and not the other foaling stable. We don’t know if abada use any kind of telepathy, but we thought it would be helpful to have her spend time around the unicorns as well as horses, mules, and donkeys as she develops.”

I nodded. “What do the unicorns think of her?”

Andy chuckled. “They say she is learning and growing very quickly, and that we should be ready to have our hands full.”

For just a moment his cocky exterior dropped and he looked a little goofy and vulnerable. “Are you glad I brought you? Did you like it?”

I caught up one of Andy’s fine, long-fingered hands with one of my coarse, stubby ones and gave it a squeeze. “Yes, very. I loved it.”

Andy clasped me back. “Want to run to Commons and get some food before heading back?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Only if you can eat really fast. I don’t feel like sitting through you ruining the dreams of poor, adolescent girls-”

Andy snorted. “-Trust me, the situation is dire. I’ll eat so fast, any circling vultures won’t have the opportunity to land.”

Notes

i am going to rip off the arch-rival's idea and mention a good cause here, since i don't have a whole lot of tumblr followers (where i mentioned it):

exhibit A gallery (Richard Villa III, who has contributed SO much artistically to BVB & Andy Black) is in dire need of help to fund new work.

please consider checking out his sale, through 7/4/16. here

alternatively, you can donate any amount of money: here (possibly only through 7/4/16?)

you can also donate here at exhibit A's gofundme page.




images of abada (most pictures on the internet show them as much smaller than they are):







images of qilin:



Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

I've waited right to the end to comment. I loved this so much. I love all the characters and if this site would let me vote loads, I would. I wish it were more like wattpad in that respect. I've read the first chapter of the next installment and I can't wait. I'm super excited.

xPockyCookiex xPockyCookiex
4/7/17

@Teja

yay! so glad you like it so far!

anathema anathema
3/26/17

@smutty pariah

*snorts at you* ;0)

anathema anathema
3/26/17

Yes, can't wait!

Teja Teja
3/26/17