Matheau and Beijore
First of all, let me stress my apologies to my fans out there for taking so long on writing this next one. I have gotten a few emails asking as to when it would be completed, so again, i apologize. As for the usual legal stuff, you know what it is, and i shouldn't have to tell you, but Matheau and Beijore are copywritten characters to me, and i would appreciate no one steals them. I have seen one instance of such an occurance once already. As for anything else, this will be the first yiffless story in the series, so i suppose its okay for all the young ones to read it.
A month later, Matheau paced the cavern as Beijore laid in her nest that Matheau had made for her. He used the softest materials that he could find so Beijore would be comfortable in an already uncomfortable situation. As it were, other than a hugely swollen belly, one could hardly tell that Beijore was egg heavy. She seemed fine as she watched Matheau pace a track into the cavern floor, with a calm, even gaze. "Matheau, with the way you are acting, one would think that you are the one going to lay eggs, instead of me." Beijore said with a tone of humor in her voice. "I cannot help it my love." Matheau said as he continued to pace. "I have been awaiting this day since we first found out about you being heavy with child, and we have prepared for it almost endlessly. But i cannot help but think there is something that i have not yet done, or something that i should do."
"You SHOULD sit down and let me do the worrying." Beijore said, not losing her tone of humor. "For it is me that is going to have the children, and not you. I am the one that will go through the pain of laying the eggs, not you." Matheau seemed to not be listening, mumbling to himself as he paced. Beijore watched him with a loving gaze, knowing how much he cared for her and the babies within her. When the eggs shifted within her, she groaned loudly and Matheau was by her side in an instant. "Beijore my dear, are you alright?" Matheau asked. She could not awnser. The pain was to great as the eggs inside of her shifted and moved about and she hissed loudly, clutching madly at the edge of the nest. Matheau took her claw in his hand and stroked it gently, cooing soothing sounds to her. Beijore tried to relax a little, but they seemed to lock themselves in place at her birthing canal, pushing violently. Each push caused a moan or a roar of pain to escape her throat as she clutched Matheau's hand. Moisture glistened off of her scales and heat rose off her body silmutaniously as the first egg forced its way into her birthing canal. She groaned and forced her muscles to relax a little, allowing the egg to push a little further down inside of her. "Matheau....gods.....it hurts!" Beijore panted helplessly as she tried to push the egg out.
"I know honey.....shhhh.....i know it hurts......breathe.....just breath deeply Beijore, my beloved......let the eggs come." She tried to just listen to the soothing tone of his words, to relax, to let them come. But the pain of the egg moving down and down her canal made her squinch her eyes closed, tears of the most excruciating pain she had ever experianced flowed down her cheeks. "Matheau!" she screamed as the egg neared the end of its journey. "I hate you! I cant believe you did this to me! I hate you, i hate you, i hate you!" She squeezed his hand so hard he went to his knees, groaning in pain, thinking she had broken his hand. The egg poked out of her swollen, pulsing vagina and dropped softly into the nest. Through his pain, Matheau gazed upon the first egg that would contain his son, or his daughter. It was creamy white in colour, and was just a little smaller than he was. Matheau could not believe that the love of his life had managed to squeeze something that size out of her. An abrupt squeeze on his hand told him another was coming.
He reached into a nearby bucket of cool water and squeezed out the excess water, wiping the sweat from Beijore's brow and breasts as she panted and groaned. This second egg felt as though it was moving along alot easier than the first, and Beijore relaxed, letting the egg slide along with deep, even breaths. It fell softly into the nest next to the first as Matheau continued to wipe her down, trying to cool and soothe her body. "I....I think im done....my love...." Beijore panted. Matheau nodded as he put away the rag in the bucket. Suddenly, Beijore screeched loudly in pain, gripping the edges of the nest. A third egg was coming, and it had caught them both off guard. Matheau caressed her neck gently, and she suddenly lashed out at him, knocking him away from the nest, sending him sliding across the ground. She squeezed and grunted and a third egg dropped into the nest, followed by a thick sticky birthing fluid, signaling the final egg had passed. Beijore gazed down lovingly at her three eggs, then nearly fainted as she saw the third egg. "Ma....Ma....Matheau......come here......"
Matheau got up slowly and made his way to the nest cautiously, watching for anything that may just happen to come and strike him again. He knew Beijore's last strike was not intentional, but that did not mean he was not going to be cautious. He stepped up to the nest and followed Beijore's gaze. "Is that egg suppost to have that color?" Matheau asked gently, in awe. "No Matheau...." Beijore said. "I have never seen an egg like this before......it has a golden tint to it....its not white like the others." It was true that Beijore had not seen many eggs in her lifetime, but the ones that she had seen had never had a golden tint to them. It absolutely boggled her mind. She suddenly felt dizzy, and very fatigued. Matheau noticed this before she could even say anything about it. He crawled into the nest and Beijore hissed loudly at him and then clamped her jaws shut, embarrassed. "Im sorry love....." She said. "About everything.......i didnt mean those things i said to you, and i didnt mean to hit you....and i didnt mean to hiss at you just now. It just.....i dont know......it was like instincts. I had no control over them. Matheau mearly nodded, and she curled gently around the eggs, falling fast asleep. Matheau sat in the nest with them and watched. He knew it would be a few days before they hatched, but he watched them, and Beijore, very closesly. He did not know how long she would sleep, but only knew that he would not until she woke up. In a few more days, the eggs would hatch, and he would have either two sons and a daughter, or two daughters and a son. Or maybe all daughters or all sons....only time would tell him. He was so anxious to see what they would look like and what color they would be, he could barely contain himself. All he could do for now, however, was stroke her head gently, and talk softly to the eggs.
He had no idea when he had fallen asleep, but he had. He was......somewhere. Something special had happened, but the fog of his groggy mind had not yet lifted and Matheau could not for the life of him remember. He was....warm. Very warm and comfy. And his soft blanket felt so silky.....Wait! That was it! Matheau remembered then. His love, his Beijore, had layed her eggs yesterday, eggs that contained their children. And he was in the nest with her and the eggs now.....But had he fallen asleep under Beijore's wing? No, he didnt think so. The last thing her remembered was sitting in the nest with Beijore's head in his lap, talking to the eggs. So it was obvious Beijore had to have been awake at least once. And there was something else under the wing with him, curled against him. He stroked its smooth, cool surface. No, not cool. Warm. It was warm with life. Of course, it was the eggs. His mind should have registered that. As he ran his hand over the surface of the egg, he seemed to feel something......a throbbing.....the hatchling's heart beat? No, that couldnt be possible. His dream clouded mind was playing tricks on him. Wasnt it? Reguardless, the fact of the matter was, that in a few days, his children would be hatched, and Beijore, his love, HIS mate, would be a mother, and he a father, of their own family together. He couldn't help but smile as he curled tightly around the egg that was as big as he was, falling asleep in moments.
Beijore slept deeply in the dreams of her afterbirth. She had awoken once just long enough to get a drink of water and tuck Matheau, the love of her life, her mate, under her wing with the eggs, a place she knew he would want to be. It would be another full day before her body recovered fully from the birth, this much she knew. Under her wing, even as she slept she could feel Matheau's movements. Everything from his breathing to the slightest shift in position. And he could feel the eggs. Under the sensitive membranes of her wings, she could feel the throbbing of the eggs, which was indeed the hatchlings heartbeat. She was very happy, for each beat was healthy and strong, and she knew all of them would hatch, and they would grow to be big and strong and healthy. Her, a mother.....she still couldnt believe it. She never thought she would live to see the day! Dep inside of her, she hoped that her...no, THEIR children would grow to be like their father. Strong, loving, protective, caring.....she knew in her heart they would, and that they would be such a happy family. Her wings pulled the eggs and Matheau closer to her body as a smile crept across her muzzle while she slept, thinking of names for her babies, and what they might look like.