The Greys Chapter 5: Truth
#6 of The Greys
Jo rarely forgot that night. She kept trying to get Chris to come over and let her feel him inside her again, but the fox seemed distant and aloof. It was a bit odd until Jo started to realize that he'd only been interested in her for that one reason. Part of her was resentful, especially since he was one of the few foxes on campus, but another part of her knew that something like this could happen. She'd seen it happen in high school, especially with jocks. "That's wut he is," Jo muttered to herself, "jist a big, dumb ol jock. And I wuz just his one nighter." She was just going to have to live with the fact her first was an ass, something she resigned herself to fairly easily.
The next week, Jo was uncomfortable. The vixen seemed to twitch all the time in class, her hands constantly moving to adjust her bra, but each time she did, she just felt more uncomfortable. In truth, her breasts ached, her back ached, everything ached. She didn't seem to enjoy the foods she used to like at all. She felt bloated most of the time and every so often, she'd get cramps. Plus she kept waking up late for her morning classes and once she got there, she kept getting up all the time to urinate, missing parts of the lecture.
Out of everything that hurt and generally annoyed the vixen, Jo's nipples were the worst. They'd become especially tender to the slightest touch to the point she could barely take a shower. Her tender nipples were only exacerbated by how tight her bra's felt, so much so she had to go out and buy new ones.
Part of Jo wondered if she was pregnant, but that couldn't have been true. Chris had worn a condom. He'd told her he had. Her worries were put aside some when she had found she'd bled a little. It was a good sign at least, so she brushed off any ideas about her pregnancy. That was until she visited her OBGYN.
Doctor Barry Brown was a kind old dog. Like his last name implied, he was a brown lab and that was basically his only color outside of the slowly encroaching white on his muzzle from age. He rather enjoyed his line of work, and most of his patients enjoyed being around him. It probably helped too that the old dog wasn't attracted to women at all, so it made his line of work much easier.
Barry smiled as he made his way into the examination room, his eyes looking at the vixen in front of him as he looked over her chart. The doctor over in Bunnyburrow had been gracious enough to fax over her files, so he had a good starting point. "Hello, Miss Grey, I'm Doctor Brown," the lab had said as he slipped between her legs to examine her.
"Has anything changed since your last exam," he asked as he started to investigate. Jo let out a sigh, "Well... I did have... relations with a feller about a few weeks ago. Since then, I been all uncomfy. My boobs hurt. My nipples hurt. I keep wakin' up late fer class, and I jist feel so achy all the time."
The doctor felt his ears go back, "Well. I can see why. Miss Grey, you're a month pregnant."
"WHAT!"
"You're pregnant, Miss Grey, and from the look of things, you've been so for a month."
Jo shook her head, "That... that cain't be true! I had my period!"
Doctor Brown slowly looked up at her. "Miss Grey, I'm sorry to tell you this, but what you found was bleeding from implantation, not your period."
The vixen started to shudder, her eyes tearing up, "But... But I cain't get pregnant, Doctor. I'm th'first one in m'famly to go to college. I jist... I jist cain't!"
Slowly, the old lab slid out from between Jo's legs, sliding the rolling stool around so he could sit next to her. "Miss Grey. You are early enough along that you might want to consider having an abortion if you want to continue to go to college."
Jo blinked a few times at his sentence, but especially when he said, "abortion." The option hadn't occurred to her yet. She could get one and it would be like this never happened. But it did happen, and she could never erase that whether she had the kit or had the abortion. She would of course have to tell her family about it at some point, whether it was years down the road or when she showed up during summer break holding a kit in her arms.
Jo let out a long sighing whimper as she started to think about every option she had. "Lemme... lemme think on it, doc."
After the appointment, Jo had a lot to consider, but the first thing she needed to do was make sure Chris knew what he'd done. She'd found him in the cafeteria again, talking to a wolf girl. "Course he's doin' that," she growled as the vixen made her way behind him to tap on his shoulder.
Chris was just about to get that wolf bitch to meet him in the dorms when he felt a clawed finger tap him twice. Slowly, he turned around, eyes opening in surprise. "Oh... hey Jo," he started to say in surprise while trying to keep his tone casual.
"Don'tcha 'hey Jo' me ya egg-suckin' dawg," the vixen snarled at him. Mood swings were a sign of pregnancy, but this was no mood swing, she was out for blood.
"Who the hell are you," the wolf woman asked, as she gave Chris her own snarl. The tod tried to take command of the situation, but Jo cut him off, "This no-legged dog sweettalked me, and knocked me up!"
Unfortunately for Chris, the vixen had yelled it in the cafeteria, so every eye in the room was on him. The wolf who was sitting beside him gave the tod a snort before sliding away. The fox started to growl as people began to whisper amongst themselves. "Then abort the little fuck and move on," he said before turning back around.
Jo's eyes went wide for a brief second before her strong hand reached out to grip him by the nape, digging her claws into his fur and flesh. "You dun sewed yer oats in me, and you gots to reap whatcha sew," the vixen snarled back at him.
"I'm not marrying some redneck country bumpkin," Chris roared back as he used one strong hand to knock hers off his neck, spinning around in the process.
Everyone in the cafeteria stared at the two snarling foxes, some of them whispering about how they may have gone savage. "Like hell ya'rn't. You made yer bed, and you gots t'sleep in it," Jo roared back, her claws extending.
Chris just smirked, "Go on, bitch. Hit me. Scratch me up real good in front of ALL these people. You'll get booted out of here, and my father will sue you and your Podunk little farmer family for all they're worth."
Jo's nostrils flared over and over again as she glared at Chris. They stared at one another for a few seconds before she pulled her claws back in. "One day, Chris Rowan, yer gonna reap whatcha sew. And don't be 'sprised if I spit on yer grave," the vixen said one last time before storming off.
That was the last time she ever saw Chris Rowan, but it was also the last time Chris Rowan managed to get laid at the University.