Deep in the woods of Transylvania, something between a medieval carriage, a hearse, and a limo was barreling through barely accessible roads and trails, moving through curves and straight away with the proficiency of a rally driver. The Pumpkin-headed hearseman at the wheel had other runs to make, and the sooner he ditched this fare, the better.
The passenger area was a chaos of unruly, yipping furballs in Gothic unwashed shirts. Impatient werewolf cubs were passing the time by jumping around, and pushing, chasing, and kicking each other about the plush interior. Though more than adequate for most groups of passengers it ferried about, the carriage was seemingly just too small to comfortably hold what part of the hyperactive werewolf pack their ever patient and understanding mother, Wanda, had insisted on bringing to Dracula's castle-esque luxury safe haven for monsters.
"My, wasn't that the loveliest birthday party ever. Who would have thought that our dear Mavis would Zing with a human, and he would be so… nice", Wanda reflected, gingerly massaging her swollen belly with her dainty paw-padded fingers.
Wanda wanted to scritch her ever-so-subtly wriggling belly. Wanted even more so for Wayne to scritch it, but she knew that the act would undoubtedly result in whomever's sharp claws possibly tattering her favorite yellow paw print-patterned sundress. The other option was to lift up her sundress over her belly, but that would be indecent and a bad example to the kids.
The pups outside of her weren't the only ones jostling about along the ride back home. The three close-to-term pups within her were very much awake and seemed just as eager to test the give of their own personal carriage. As much as she adored the blissful feeling of pregnancy, she couldn't help but wince and whine every time one of her blessings used her bladder and other innards, as well as her delicate overstretched pelt as a punching bag.
"Yeah, this weekend's been all full of surprises. Humans are not only good, but practically worship us. Drac is a bigger control freak than we ever thought. Mavis has a thing for non-vampires, probably thanks to her dad… Anyways, I give Johnny-not-a-stein two or three years, eighty years max, then Mavis will be looking for a Zing more her type", her burly husband, Wayne stated, sitting opposite her, their seats to the side walls, as he rolled his eyes at thought of it possibly working out between the young love-struck vampire and the adventurous, almost century younger but vastly more worldly human, "At least in the longevity range."
Zinging wasn't known to make mistakes. It was a very rare occasion when a Zing between two different monsters worked out, but a true Zing between a monster and a human? Unheard of.
Oh, there were those monsters that had wild streaks and tempted fate with one night stands with them, but those tended to also be the type to play into the bad stereotypes of their species as well. Mavis, however, definitely didn't fit the blood-lusty type. Then again, Dracula had kept his daughter very constrained and Johnny was the type to leap before he looked, so… who knew.
"I wonder if they'll have kids… I'm sure Dracula would- Bark!", Wanda yelped sharply, interrupting both of the adult werewolves thoughts. All the werewolves big and small immediately looked at Wanda's belly, and saw a momentary but distinct bump from under her sundress where the outermost unborn kid was testing its muscles on its enclosure. Stroking gingerly over the spot with both hands, Wanda smiled weakly to Wayne as she commented, "These are going to be a strong, healthy group, dear. Ooof. Definitely."
"Sounds like they're being little hell raisers already", Wayne responded, nodding at the second bump that came and went to the side of his wife's belly, as he started to reach over to feel for the kids tormenting his wife's innards.
That notion was short lived, however.
Ever getting in his way, Wayne was only mildly surprised to find himself contending with a growing pile of kids crowded around his wife. Stroking, scratching, poking, rubbing, nuzzling, feeling, and licking her thinly clothed, wide, silky furred belly, they formed a thick furry barrier around the expecting she-wolf. Wanda yips and mirrs, and if not for the fact that she was securely strapped down in her seatbelt, she probably would have wriggled her was out of her seat and onto the floor; a necessarily carpet-free floor already thoroughly marked by the kids in great detail. The vast real-estate of her highly gravid belly already staked out, Wayne cupped her feet in his large hands and put them on his lap. As he started massaging her toes and foot pads, he mulled over Johnny and Mavis, and his wife's short-sighted interest in seeing them make something of their supposed Zing.
Neither Wayne, Wanda, nor any of their far more bitey kids, were any more likely to change a wolf into a more intelligent version of itself by swapping fluids, let alone sinking their teeth into it, then they were to change a human into a half wolf by doing the same. Not that they'd tried biting any humans, Wayne could vouch for himself that he hadn't, and what wolves he had run across seemed to prefer being on the endangered species list than risk ending up in his predicament.
Anyways, as far as Wayne knew, for all the power Dracula, king of the undead, had, dead humans into autonomous zombies was the pinnacle of his power over others. Yeah, he could probably make Johnny and Mavis think Johnny had become a vampire with a bite, but it was very unlikely it would ever go beyond another one of his cleverly orchestrated ruses, and it'd probably end up causing more harm than good to Mavis. Maybe even costing Mavis her near immortal life if Johnny found out he was still able to go out in the sun without burning to a crisp or eating garlic without going into anaphylactic shock, and convinced Mavis that she'd be okay, too. That's if he didn't die from falling out of a window and neither of them ever realizing he never misted or turned into a bat.
As for Mavis having Johnny's child, that was up in the air. At least one monster was well known to be able to cross species like that, though it may just be a natural ability of that type. Incidentally, that was one monster Wayne didn't want to think about, ever.
"Yeah, that was definitely one of the more interesting vacations we're had at the Dracula castle in a very long time," Wayne stated, "but now it's over."
He could only hope for a return to normality, though it couldn't hurt if Johnny's appearance didn't result in Dracula loosening up in other areas as well. He being more sociable might maybe open him up to lending some help for renovations perhaps. Wayne could only hope so.
Once Wanda's unborn litter settled down, her exterior group decided to next dog pile Wayne just for the fun of it. Half buried under cubs, Wayne smiled weakly at his sweet wife. While giving their mother her space again, the cubs kicked and bit each other around the rest of the interior, occasionally kicking and biting Wayne as well, as the limo continued across the forest.
Even more so than the Headless Hearseman that was speeding the carriage along at top speed around curves and over hills and ruts, who was probably thinking about how he had to always spend his free time between fairs tidying up the carriage and fixing the damage caused by riders and hotel staff as well, Wayne couldn't wait to reach their destination and get them all out of there.
Finally, the carriage slammed to a stop, the pumpkin-headed chauffer practically vaulted over the limo's hood, and the door was thrust open. Yipping and howling, the cubs burst out of the doorway towards the front yard as Wayne helped Wanda unbuckle her seatbelt and helped her to her slender furry feet.
"Ooo. Careful. Careful, honey. The kiddies are still settle-", Wanda started, leaning forward into Wayne's arms and then cringing as the seams around her midriff popped and parted.
Smiling a sheepish grin up at Wayne, Wanda froze, ears down and eyes watering. Wayne in turn put his hands to her sides right where her sundress had gave to her subtly growing girth, and stroked her there for a moment. The damage was hidden under her housecoat, and so Wayne slipped his hands under it to the tear as he put his nose to hers and started nuzzling her. Next, using the tips of his claws, he ripped the hole bigger, to his wife's shock, and rubbed his finger pads over the exposed fur.
Wide-eyed, Wanda whimpered.
Wayne removed one hand from under his wife's coat and started scritching her between the ears as he explained softly, "Now it won't rip any further and no one will know it's torn. You can fix it in private and none will be the wiser."
Wanda thought about it, threw her arms around her husband's thick neck, and mewed, "Whatever would I do without you?"
"Survive. Live on. Anyways, let's get you inside and out of this port-a-potty", Wayne replied as he hugged his arms around under her armpits and lifted her over to the doorway, the Headless Hearseman still holding it open, patiently waiting for them to get out.
Wanda was indeed slightly larger in the middle than she'd been a couple days prior. Part of it was the continuing growth of their litter, and the other was that she'd been able to eat hardily at the castle. On top of that, after returning back to the castle with news that Dracula had been able to catch up with Johnny, Wayne had surprised his wife by regurgitating most of the sheep that had tried to thorp the monster men's pursuit.
Mutton wasn't a delicacy by any stretch of the imagination. Sheep were a dime a dozen in Transylvania, rivaled only by the adaptive reproductively of the smaller woodland creatures.
Still, she'd eaten it all up, and her litter within were padding themselves with the offerings and growling her tummy for more, so the sundress and housecoat were just that much tighter, and the exiting from the carriage was just that much more awkward.
"I'll be back shortly with the mop and bucket", Wayne sighed over his shoulder to the Headless Hearseman as he lead his heavily pregnant mate to the front door.
As if some of them hadn't waited to get here, and the door wouldn't be wide open in another minute, Wayne watched dejectedly as several of his cubs whizzed and pooped all over his front lawn. Wanda unable to see her feet under her big burgeoning belly, Wayne deftly led her around the landmines, putting his arms around her and hefting her up and over when necessary.
When they had almost gotten to the front door, it burst open and several of the older cubs eagerly loped out, crowding around and snatching Wanda away from Wayne. Licking and kissing her and affectionately rubbing her belly, they led her back inside as she starts recounting how the vacation had gone between pants.
Empty-handed, and then moments later when he was nearly swept off his feet by the sea of young cubs rushing inside, alone, Wayne walked over to the river side shed to get what he needed to help the Headless Horseman clean the limo before the chauffer returned to Dracula.
After that was taken care of, starting with the yard, Wayne meticulously went around straightening up the house before getting the tools to continue the expansion of the new cave room for the upcoming litter. Through the years, out of necessity, their underground house, with complete furnishings, plumbing, and electricity, had gone from quaint to somewhat labyrinth-esque.
Wayne gets minimal help in the digging, putting in the supports, and flatting out the flooring, and, unsurprising, no help at all in moving the furniture, though cubs came by on occasion to watch him work. When he's tired out, Winnie comes and tells him dinner is ready, to which his shakes himself off, hugs and thanks her, and then sends her on her way.
Wayne goes to the master bathroom, which is very much like an underground pool with a small waterfall in the back, and after demucking it, does a quick wash and isn't at all surprised that more than half of his brood express anger at having to wait on him to eat. As wild as they appeared, they were revenant at least to their mother.
After dinner, Wanda starts sending the youngest ones to bed, giving each a hug, kiss, and final tuck-in. Upon her return to help Wayne clean-up and put away the dishes, she hugged and kicked him as well.
"You're making great progress on the new room", Wanda complimented.
"Yeah, but I'd be farther if Drac would send over a zombie or two to help me", Wayne replied dejectedly.
"He has their hands full maintaining the castle, dear, and besides, they'd only get in the way of your craftsmanship", Wanda paused thoughtfully as she rubbed her hands circularly over the top and sides of her belly, "Frank will be over in a few weeks. I'm sure he'd be willing to help get everything ready for the new arrivals."
"Yeah, I guess", Wayne sighed and put a dried off pan under the counter.
Once the dishes are done and the dining room is straightened up, Wanda tells the cubs still up to watch the cave before leading Wayne back to the bathroom. After a brief detour to retrieve a nightgown a little bit larger than the dress she still had on, they enter the master bathroom and Wayne hangs the nightgown out of the way on the wall. Then Wanda gently disrobes him and removes her housecoat, but not her dress, in case some disobedient cub were to come in unexpectedly.
In the cool crisp water on the stones that Wanda has time and time again complimented Wayne on expertly tiling, she gives him a sponge bath, grooms his fur, and then massages him from ear tip to toes. With her belly heavy with cubs, she is hesitant and very careful in walking on his back and digging her toes into his spine, and is thankful that the cubs only mildly kick and move about during that period. Once done, they get out, Wayne shakes himself off, dresses, and then as he stands in front of the door so no one can get in. Once he's in position, Wanda slips out of her soaking wet dress and shakes herself off awkwardly. Not only does she have to balance against the counterweight of her belly and free-moving babies within, but the secondary counterweights of six pairs of milk-engorged mounds spaced down the expanse of her great tummy. Once everything on and in her had settled down again and her footing was steady once more, she started walking over to Wayne, who had abandoned his post momentarily to retrieve her nightgown himself.
"Honey…", Wanda scolded.
"Just saving you the trouble of having to bend over and", Wayne started, waving the nightgown at her like a flag at a bull.
"Maybe I will anyways. I'm not so big that I wouldn't be more stable on all fours. Save me the backache, too", Wanda said thoughtfully, hands on her back as she continued shuffling forwards, the pillows on her chest and belly bobbing rhythmically before her eagerly watching husband.
"Ah, hun. You wouldn't do that to me would you?", Wayne asked as his ponderous wife got within arm's reach of the pajamas.
Wayne risked getting her answer by teasing Wanda with the nightgown a couple times just so he can see her for a few more moments in the fur. Playfully growling at him but staying upright, Wanda got up muzzle to muzzle, which also put her belly to belly with Wayne, and he let her snatch the nightie out of his hands. In the momentary contact of her baby bloated belly pressed against him, he received one good kick to the abs for his naughtiness.
"Why do you guys always have to make your mommy torture me so?", Wayne asked as he helped his smirking wife slip her nightgown over his glossy wet fur, stopping briefly in a bow to put an ear to her belly around the navel area and massage his palm pads over her sides.
After circling Wanda a couple times, tugging and smoothing here and there, Wayne escorted Wanda out of the master bathroom, hand in hand. Though her fur was not completely dry, the nightgown was thick and dark enough that even if it did get too wet in spots it wouldn't show off anything she didn't want to. Contently smiling, they went back to tending to the kids, putting the middle youngest to bed, making sure the older ones homework was finished and reviewed, and spending some face time with the eldest that were still living in the cave to catch up on how things were going with them. Finally, Wayne gave the cave and yard a final onceover for stray scat and pittle, returning to find Wanda entertaining the still awake group with a song and belly dance that Johnny had shown to her.
"So, Mavis promised to send you real hulas from Haweewee?", one of the guys from her elder litters asked, standing up to attempt mimicking his mother's flowing movements.