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 Making Dizyntk (Mf, preg, cons, scfi)







   Feya felt strange, she had for a couple of weeks.  She could not figure
out exactly why she was feeling off but there was no doubt in her mind that
she was.  She tried to push it to the back of her mind as she tended the
garden.  The sunlight felt good on her back, warming her in the chill
morning.  Michael was off checking the fish traps they had set in the
nearby river.  He had been her mate now for two months.  That thought
filled Feya with warmth from the inside to match that coming down on her
back.  She stood up after she finished and walked over to check the
irrigation pipe.  They had built many simple machines and tools since they
had been here.  After all they knew that the backup generator on Michael's
ship would not last forever.  They had already quit using it for the
majority of things so that they would have power for emergencies.  Thus
Feya did not use the autohealer to check herself as to why she was feeling
so odd.  The machine was very useful but also used a large amount of power.
Just as she finished checking the water flow Feya heard the unmistakable
sound of a weapon firing from the direction of the river.

   Feya quickly checked that her weapon was in its holster as she took off
at a full sprint.  Michael had his own sidearm and they had found several
in the crashed dizyntk ship.  He had trained her how to use one and had
insisted that they both carry one when outside.  The planet they were on
did not have any sentient life but there were plenty of animals, some of
them predatory.  Some of the predators were also quite large.  Feya crested
the small rise between the shelter and the river.  She saw Michael running
from one of the large brown predators that sometimes roamed the area. 
Michael had said they looked kind of like an earth animal called a bear. 
Michael turned and fired at the animal and hit it in the arm just as it
caught up to him and swatted at him.  The swipe laid his left arm open,
tore into his chest and sent him sprawling.

   "I'm done for", he thought as he lay half conscious and bleeding on the
ground.

   The animal approached slowly when a screech rang out from behind it. 
Michael could just make out Feya running up and kneeling a few yards short
of the creature.  It spun to face the sudden challenge.  As it did Feya
emptied twelve blasts of energy into the animals face and chest.  It fell
over dead, its fur smoldering from the searing energy that had killed it.

   Feya ran over to Michael and saw that he was badly hurt.  She quickly
took his good arm and lifted him up and supported him.

   "We have to get back to the ship, you have to help me get you there" she
said to him firmly.

   Michael was weak and losing blood but he was still able to nod and start
walking towards home.  Feya was supporting almost half of his weight.  It
always amazed Michael how strong she could be.  She was barely five feet
tall and weighed 105 with her fur wet.  He was about six foot one and
weighed 195 pounds and yet here she was almost carrying him as they
stumbled up the small hill.  She was able to get him to the ship after ten
minutes and laid him as gently as she could on the cot inside.  Then she
got the autohealer up and running and the machine began diagnosing and
treating Michael's various injuries.  Feya stayed inside long enough for
Michael to be rendered unconscious by the sedatives and for the
autohealer's estimation on his chance of survival.  She was relieved to see
that, while he had lost a lot of blood and had several broken bones, there
had been no serious internal injuries.  The autohealer's readout showed his
survival chances were high.  Feya walked outside and sat on the ground in
front of the ship.  She had kept herself calm up to this point but now she
allowed herself to cry a little.  She had been terrified when she saw
Michael get hit by that animal.  She was scared that she had lost him, that
he was going to die.  When she finished she got up and took Michael's
damaged and blood soaked clothing out of the ship.  She knew they would
have to be burned.  She then showered herself off and went about finishing
up her chores around the camp.  She was still worried about Michael but the
autohealer was taking care of him now and, as she only knew basic first
aid, there was little she could do to help.  Besides, if she didn't finish
her work today, it would just pile up tomorrow.  She had been raised to not
let things she could not fix get in the way of the things she could. 
Dizyntk were nothing if not pragmatic.

   After four days of work the autohealer informed Feya that it had done
all the repairs it was capable of.  It recommended that Michael be kept
sedated for another four days to let the healing progress.  Feya was just
about to turn the machine off when she decided to have it do a physical on
her.  She was still feeling weird and decided that since the machine was
already on anyway she might as well use it before shutting it down.  When
it printed out its report Feya was shocked.  She then had it run an
analysis of her blood and Michael's.  It showed unmistakably that humans
and dizyntk were genetically compatible.  It could have told them this at
any time if they had even thought to ask.  But there was now no doubt as to
why she was feeling strange.  The autohealer had pronounced her completely
physically fit, aside from the lingering internal injuries from the crash.
It also informed her that her pregnancy appeared to be two months along and
progressing normally.  She was pregnant.  There was no doubt.  The
autohealer had even printed out a small ultrasound picture of the fetus
growing inside of her.

   Feya sat down next to the bed Michael was sleeping on and just starred
at the picture.  She was trying to wrap her mind around it.  She was
pregnant.  The thought did not upset her.  She had wanted to be pregnant,
wanted to have a child.  She had accepted that this was not possible
however.  Now she was starring at proof that, not only was it possible, it
had happened.  After several minutes she gently took Michael's hand and
rubbed her face against it.

   "Do I have a surprise for you when you wake up", she thought with a
smile on her face.

   Over the next four days Feya worked with a newfound joy.  She was doing
almost twice the work she normally did but she scarcely noticed.  She
gathered in vegetables and prepared them for storage.  She harvested the
fish from the traps and prepared them for drying.  She even went hunting an
hour a day.  And last, but certainly not least, checked on Michael five
times a day.

   Michael woke slowly.  He was a little confused at first.  "Why am I in
the ship?" he wondered.

   Then he remembered the attack and Feya helping him to the ship.  He saw
that his left arm and his chest were bandaged.  He tried moving the arm and
it responded albeit painfully.

   "At least there isn't any permanent damage", he thought.

   He noticed his lack of clothing and after he slowly, painfully, got out
of bed he wrapped the blanket around himself and shuffled to the entrance.
He blinked at little at the bright light outside.  Then his eyes focused
and he saw Feya working in the garden.  Michael stood there for a minute
simply watching her.  He loved looking at her.

   Finally he spoke, "Hello there beautiful girl how have you been?"

   Before he even finished the sentence she was on her feet and running
towards him.  Feya stopped right in front of him.  She wanted so badly to
jump on him, to feel his arms around her.  She knew however that he was not
yet healed and so she restrained herself.  She simply took his hand and led
him across the garden to the shelter.

   "You are not ready to be out of bed yet but I suppose you will be more
comfortable over here." she said as she led him inside to their bed.  She
gently put him on the bed and drew the covers up over him.

   "Dinner will be ready in an hour so you stay here until then", she said
sweetly.  She leaned over and kissed him deeply then after she was done
said in a more stern voice, "You will not leave this bed unless I say.  Do
you understand?"

   Michael laughed a little and nodded, "yes my love I understand.  And
thank you for saving me."

   Feya took his hand and kissed it, "I am so happy that you are alive."
She then turned and went outside to prepare dinner.

   For the next few days Feya took care of Michael until his strength
returned.  A week after he awakened he was helping in the garden but Feya
refused to let him do anything more strenuous yet.  That evening Feya had
decided that it was time to tell her mate of the child growing inside of
her.  Michael's arm was out of its wrappings now and for the first time
since he had woken Feya snuggled her entire body tightly against him.  She
was facing away from him.  Her bottom pressed against his stomach, her tail
brushing against his chest the tip lightly stroking his face.  He loved it
when she did this.  His arms were wrapped around her, his hands softly
cupping her breasts.  Michael's left arm was still stiff, but it was
useable now.  Feya knew she was going to tell him her secret soon and the
thought made her start to giggle.

   "What are you so happy about?" Michael asked.

   "Besides you being alive and holding me in your arms again?" she asked
sweetly.

   "Well, yes, there is that", he replied.

   She moved one of his hands down and across her belly.  Michael, being a
pilot, was used to noticing details.  He quickly noticed the slight bulge
on Feya's normally board flat stomach.

   "With as much work as you have been doing and you still put on weight?"
he asked teasingly.

   Feya elbowed him, not too forcefully, right in his ribs.  "Remind me to
hit you really hard when you are fully recovered", she said.  Then she
continued, "And don't make fun of our child"

   Michael was laughing a little and started to respond, "Ok, ok I won't
make fun of......" His mind finally processed the final two words of her
remark.  He almost whispered, "Did you say child?"

   Feya turned to face him her eyes staring deeply into his.  "Yes" she
replied, as she gently pushed his hand against her abdomen, "Our child is
growing inside me right now."

   Michael was as confused as Feya had been when she first learned of her
pregnancy.  "A ch.child..b b but how, we we are not the same species, we",
he managed to get out before she put two fingers gently against his lips.

   "I think we both know how", she said with a lustful grin, "as to the
why, only the Goddess knows why we are compatible.  All I know is that the
autohealer confirmed the compatibility of our genes as well as the
pregnancy" she said gently.

   After a few seconds Michael accepted the fact and then pulled her closer
and tenderly kissed her for a very long time.

   Afterwards Feya asked him simply, "I take that to mean you are happy
about it?"

   Michael answered, "more than just happy."



   Michael kissed Feya harder as his hands played with her body.  One hand
fondled her breasts while the other slid between her legs.  His fingers
rubbed lightly up and down her slit till he felt her moisture start to leak
out.  He then slid first one then two fingers inside her and slowly began
stroking them in and out.  Feya tilted her head back and gasped from the
feelings he was giving her.  Michael lowered his head and began kissing and
biting on her neck.  Feya started breathing more rapidly as Michael
continued to kiss and fondle her body.  He positioned himself on top of her
small body as she spread her legs to admit him.  She noticed him wince a
little when he put weight on his injured arm.  She quickly pushed him onto
his back with herself on top of him without ever letting him get out from
between her legs.

   She smiled at him and said, "Silly man, you are still hurt.  Now just
lie there and let me pleasure you."

   Michael responded, "As you wish my love."

   Feya kissed and licked his chest as her tail swished lightly back and
forth across his legs.  She lowered herself gently onto his cock until it
was completely inside her.  Michael reached up and squeezed her breasts and
pinched her nipples.

   "Oh goddess, I love you inside me", she gasped.

   He slowly rocked his hips up and down to meet Feya's movements.  She
leaned forward and sucked his nipples as she slowly increased the pace of
her fucking.  Michael stroked her hair, played with her ears and lightly
scratched his nails down and then back up her back.

   Feya's body was tingling from all of this.  She liked having her ears
played with and she loved feeling him scratch her back, especially that
spot where her tail met her back.  After several minutes she arched back up
and began bouncing faster on top of him.  She was close, so close. 
Michael's hands gripped her firmly around her waist and brought her down
hard on top of him, burying his cock deeply inside her small body.  The
feel of his cum erupting inside of her was the last trigger that Feya
needed and she howled as her own orgasm swept through her.  As the wave
subsided she fell on top of him and lay there for a minute catching her
breath.  Michael slowly petted her head.

   She nuzzled against his chest and said, "I love you Michael, I always
will.  On my grandmother's honor I always will."

   Michael laughed at this and said, "That's an odd way to put it."

   Feya scratched him lightly, not quite breaking the skin.

   "Ouch, what was that for?" he asked, in an amused tone.

   "I was serious, my grandmother is very important in the Imperium."

   Michael, now curious, asked, "oh, and who is your grandmother?"

   Although they had talked about many things in the years they had been
together, Feya had never really talked about her family.  And Michael had
never seen any reason to bring up such an unhappy subject.

   She looked up at him and responded, "She is Queen of the Second Star
Cluster of the Dizyntk Imperium and first cousin to the Empress."

   He almost laughed but the look in her eyes told him that she was being
quite serious.  He then said, "I guess that makes you, what, a princess?"

   Feya buried her face back in Michael's chest and, in a sad voice, said,
"Yes I suppose it does."

   He then thought for a couple of seconds and realized that it was her
mother that was the princess, at least until she had died.

   He gently pulled her up till her face was level with his and told her,"
I am sorry, I didn't mean to bring up sad memories."

   She shook her head and replied, "No, it is not your fault, I had just
not thought about it, that I am the princess now."

   He hugged her to him, kissed her ears, and whispered into them, "I do
not care what you are.  All that I care about is that you are here with me,
that you are carrying our child," he tilted her face up, kissed her deeply
and finished," And that I love you very much."

   She hugged him tightly then snuggled down on the bed next to him.  He
wrapped his arms around her and they slowly fell asleep.

   Over the next five months Feya and Michael continued their normal
routine.  Normal except that now they were also preparing for the child
that was coming.  Michael had wondered aloud about "what the baby might
look like being half human, half dizyntk." Feya did not care stating, "I
just wish it to be healthy.  I will love her no matter what."

   Michael now knew that someone had to be looking for them out there. 
Well maybe not him.  He was, after all, just a courier pilot, lost in the
line of duty.  The Protectorate may have looked for a month or two, but no
longer.  But Feya's mother had been a princess of the Imperium.  Would they
have given up looking for at least the remains so that they might at least
bury them properly?  Michael did not think this likely.  Her people were
bound to still be looking.  The only problem was, Space was a big place,
really big.  There was no telling when, or even if, they might find them.
When all he had to worry about was Feya and himself, he had let the
question of being rescued slip from his mind.  But now there was a child to
think about.  He decided along the wait for its birth to try and repair at
least some of his ship's communication equipment.  He might not be able to
send out much of a signal but something had to be better than nothing.  And
so about two months before the child's birth a weak but steady signal, in
Dizyntilin no less, was being emitted from Michael's wrecked packet ship.
He had no idea if it would help them be found.  He would eventually forget
that it was transmitting as he concerned himself with other matters.

   He had no idea how much that signal would change his already changed
life.........