Chapter 58

It was the second morning following that I got the worst news of my life, worse than getting laid off, although I didn't realize it at the time. At first, I thought it might be good news. We'd gone running and Brigitte was running as a wolf, while Conor and I ran together as humans.

Brigitte suddenly woofed, and Conor stopped dead. I halted and looked around, wondering if trouble was coming.

Conor said, "You're pregnant."

"What the fuck! You better be joking."

"No, Brigitte smells it. She's not joking."

Please, God. Don't let it be Quinn's, or that fucking orgy I had.

"When?"

"I didn't smell it yesterday when we ran, so it couldn't have been your fourth day of fertility, or the morning of the fifth. It had to be the evening of your last day."

"What about that orgy I was in? If it was from that, it's probably a human child."

"You weren't fertile then. Brigitte would have smelled it during our morning run that day, and never would have allowed you to participate. I mean if fertility schedules are that precise. I'm no doctor, so I don't know. Maybe?"

"So you're telling me that it's God damned Quinn's!"

"Unless you fucked someone else, it almost has to be. Stranger things have happened, I guess, but the nose says it's likely Quinn's from the timeline."

See what I mean about the worst fucking news of all time.

"Are you going to tell him?" Conor asked. Brigitte whimpered.

"No fucking way. We can tell everyone you smelled it yesterday."

"You mean lie?"

"Through our fucking teeth, and if Rene wants to know why we didn't tell him yesterday, tell him I asked you to wait until we were absolutely sure because I didn't want anyone's hopes up. Fuck! Let's go back. I need to think and make phone calls."

We cut our run short and went back home. Conor shifted and did the smell test after my shower and confirmed I was knocked up. Brigitte called Rene and told him I was pregnant. He said he and Sasha would be here as quick as they could. I called the other breeders and let them know, making plans to meet tonight, then I called my parents.

"Jessica, darling girl, how are you?" Mom asked as soon as she answered.

"Is Dad there?"

"Tennis tournament."

"I'm pregnant. Going to have a wolf," I said.

"Already?"

"Apparently you can't hide anything from a wolf nose."

"My goodness. That was fast. I thought it would be the next time at least."

"So did I. Apparently, that wolf cum works hard to overcome any barrier to pregnancy."

"How are you feeling about it?"

"On the whole, okay. Specifically, not so much."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think the wolf that knocked me up is someone I fucking hate with all my heart."

"What happened?"

I gave her the quick run down on the entire sorry episode, from the time Quinn was going to impregnate Brigitte, to my holding a knife against his throat, and agreeing to let him try to breed me my fifth day if he left her alone, to the gangbang he'd arranged in my honor, which I'd participated in because he was such an asshole.

"He tried to stop it?"

"Half-heartedly. He told them to leave, but this is something he'd worked on for a long time, even having the wolves compete to see who were the best trackers, picking the eight best for the debauchery. I was so fucking pissed, I did it to spite him."

"You know, there's an axiom about biting your nose."

"I know. I've heard it, but it's hard to remember the parables when you're so angry you can scream. I thought, for just a moment, he could be decent, Mom. The previous twelve hours were pretty damn special. He made a wonderful dinner, invited Conor and Brigitte to come spend the night, even made love to me in the most wonderful way imaginable, then pulled this shit because he thought I was some kind of slut or whore? I don't know what the fuck he was thinking, but I was devastated when they came to the door and said they'd been invited to fuck me for eight hours. I couldn't see straight. So I gave them everything they came for and hoped Quinn choked on it."

"Oh, my. You didn't get pregnant during that?"

"I don't know for sure. I wasn't fertile that morning, but I don't know how accurate that stuff is. If I did, I'll probably have a human child. No one fucked me as a wolf except in the ass during one of my triple penetrations. I think I've now done everything with a wolf that you ever did. I was even jacking off two other wolves while I was triple penetrated and they orgasmed all over my face."

"Ah. Jessica. Was it bad?"

"I was a little sore afterward, but the worst part of it wasn't the fucking orgy, it was Quinn arranging it in the first place. Anger kept me from feeling much. Anyway, maybe you and Dad could visit me in a little while, like six weeks from now. I also found three other girls to breed with the Maine pack and they're all pretty nice. Maybe Gretchen could come with you if you coordinate with her. We can be pregnant together for a bit."

"I'll talk to her."

"Do it tomorrow. I want to call her myself today."

"Okay, baby. I love you."

"Love to you too, Mom."

I called Melinda, Brenda, and Gretchen (individually) and gave all of them the news I was pregnant, although I left out the hateful stuff.

Neither Gretchen or Melinda said they were having morning sickness yet, although Melinda said it was too early. Brenda wasn't knocked up yet, although she'd had her first breeding, and hadn't minded at all. She said she was going on two dates a week and getting all of the sex she wanted. Tommy Senior had come by to see his son one day just as Brenda was going out on her date, and was quite the jealous asshole when he saw the stud she was going out with, Eric, as a matter of fact.

"I told him I was getting great sex now that I wasn't tied down to a cheating bastard of a husband who was with other women as much as he was ever with me, real men who had jobs and could afford to take me nice places. I don't know what I saw in him in the first place."

"You saw the star quarterback and not the person he was underneath. He had no character. You saw the glitter and not the substance. All he was, was a pretty face and a hard body. People are so much more than that."

I invited Gretchen to come visit, maybe spend a couple weeks. She could come with my parents if she wanted to, or come alone. Either way, we could spend some time together. I said my parents would call tomorrow and they could work something out.

Rene and Sasha got there after lunch and immediately shifted to check it out for themselves if I was preggers.