Chapter 12

I ran now, with the smaller bundle in my arms. The girls must have known I was coming, for they were at the door waiting for my arrival. "Susan, run a bath of warm water for this little girl. I have to go back for the other."

"Henry Buchanan. You will do that, and I will get the other girl. Where is she?" Her logic was faultless.

"Just down the old road. You have to climb a small slope, and then go inside the old mine. There, you have to crawl through a piece of culvert. Dress very warm, and bring Chris back with you. You will need warm clothing for the other girl, too." I said this as I got out of my own wet clothes. Picking up the little girl in my arms, I walked into the shower and turned it on to as warm a temperature as she could take.

"Have you ever had a shower with water before, Sweetheart?"

She listlessly shook her head, as her teeth chattered. Gradually, I increased the temperature. Eventually, the water started to cool. Dog followed us downstairs. I had no heart to send him out on a night like this, especially in my present condition. He curled on a blanket, and looked at me from between his paws with those sad brown eyes of his.

Fluffy towels dried us both. I picked up the first aid kit as I passed its storage place, then we walked naked to the fire that was still burning. I threw four logs in. Then I sat on a cushion, with the girl facing me. Her legs were around my waist. A large blanket wrapped around us both, and kept us warm. Only a small hole allowed air to come in for the girl. Her arms wrapped as best they could around my chest, and mine around her. The heat from the fire radiated outwards, and warmed the blanket and her back. Kitten was standing watching us, with a concerned look on her face.

Kitten bent down, and peeked into the blanket. She lovingly placed her hand under the girls chin, and smiled. I could feel the love between them. The girl looked a sorry sight, but cheered up at the touch.

"I don't always have pretty girls sitting on my lap, and not know their names. What is yours, Sweetie?" A got picture of an imposing woman, that I would respect if I knew her. Then came purple hexagonal mineral fingers. I had a piece of this mineral in the den. I had picked it up when in Thunder Bay.

"We call that stone 'amethyst'. May I call you Amy? That is a girl's name, from where we are, now."

I had to look down into the folds, to see the girl. The top of her head only came to my chin. Her smiling face looked into mine, then she lay her cheek against my chest for warmth and comfort. Shivers periodically racked her body. Some of my own added to her tremors. I ran my hands over her back, to spread the heat from the warm blanket. I felt her feet looking for any damage that may have happened on her hike getting here. No major damage was found, so I put gauze and adhesive tape on my own palms.

I heard the door open and then Susan's voice. The shower ran for a few minutes, and three girls came in, wrapped in large towels. Seeing how I was situated, they came forward to get warm themselves.

"Spread out the blankets, and lay down. Sandwich the girl between you, to get her warm." Chris got the blankets straightened out, and quickly lay down. The girl looked at me, and I could feel that she wanted to be with me, instead. "Stay with them, Honey. We can get you over here with me, later." She reluctantly lay down beside Chris, then Susan lay behind her. Kitten placed a blanket over them.

I could sense a lot of communication going on. I was not very interested even if I could make it out, considering the state I was in. The little girl wiggled closer if that were possible. The triplets started to make a small cries from the bedroom, but we all could hear the call in our minds. Susan got up and positioned Chris, and the new girl, closer to the fire. She wrapped another blanket around them, before going to the kitchen. I don't know where her towel went. I couldn't talk, though. The only thing I was wearing was a little naked girl, and a blanket over both of us.

Hot chocolate came into my mind as the perfect food for this situation. Amy was getting warm and wanted the blanket opened, so she could get some air.

"I am going to get up for a while and make something warm to drink, Amy. I would like you to slide over, sit with the other girls, and get warm."

"No, I want to be with you." Short of strapping her on in the fashion of a papoose, I could find no way of accommodating her.

"I would like to do that, but I can't very well. Sit with your friends. I'll be back, soon."

The warm air felt chilly after being under the blanket with a girl to keep me warm. I quickly moved her over, and wrapped all three of them up. They felt so dejected, that I bent over and gave each a kiss. As usual, they did not know what to make of it.

Though everybody in the room was naked, they watched me carefully as I walked into the kitchen. Susan was startled as I slid up behind her, and caressed her ass. She had cut the top off the bags I made earlier, and washed them again. The bags were made for one and a third litres, so they could be used many times, before they became too small.

She turned around and pulled me tight to her. I could feel diamonds pressing into my chest.

When we broke I said, "Are they just glad to see me, or what?"

"You wouldn't believe the girl's customs," Susan said. "The older girl has a name something like 'desert sand', so Sandy is used for short. She was very upset at seeing the other girl almost die. Chris, of all people, used her hand to frig Sandy till an orgasm soothed her enough to relax her. This appears to be a very common practice."

"It is, in many places in the world," I said. "Mothers will lick or suck their young children to get them to rest, when hunger pains are making it difficult to sleep. I saw it in Nam, and heard of it in India, Pakistan, China, Africa, and other places. Especially where famine is common."

"The other thing is that they know, is that Kitten is not producing milk," Susan said. "The two girls wanted to get her on the floor, and suck on her teats for a few minutes. When they found out that Chris and I were feeding the triplets, they wanted to work on me, too. For some reason, they shun Chris, and were hesitant about wanting to do it to her. I felt bad for Chris, and tried to help."

"What did you do?"

Susan just hung her head. "With all the thoughts travelling around, I got wrapped up in their way of thinking and I..."

"You told them you would suck on Chris if it would produce some milk." I said, as I heated some water for the chocolate.

"Yes. After saying it, I knew it was the right thing to do. They treat her as a second class citizen. When the babies are awake, I know she loves them as much as their mother. Why do people have to treat others that way?"

"Humans are no better. In fact, I would think that we are even quicker to find fault with people of other races. Our Native Canadian population's treatment, is proof of that. In America, it's even worse. I must admit, to my shame, that I thought less of her because she walked on all her feet. Her longer and darker hair, and her dark skin, reminded me that she was not Human. Now that she has fought back, she stands on her feet, and this makes her seem much more Human. I am glad you and I have no qualms about her, now."

"Speaking of babies, we need to get the formula ready."

Chris was on the floor, holding Sandy and Amy tightly to keep them warm. Susan finished her job first. I helped her strap a feeder on, but not before putting her up on the counter, and sucking one of the nipples that the girls planned to be working on. She held me tight as I ran my tongue around the turgid little lump, making her squeeze her legs tight. When I had done enough to get her horny, I stopped. I used a clean cloth to clean the affected breast.

"When is the last time I called you a son of a bitch?"

"Ohh, not for at least a few weeks. That's what you get for flashing those delectable treats around me." Turning around, I found the doorway occupied by Kitten. Susan blushed, and turned red all over.

"Are you going to strap another one on?" She wanted to allow Chris to continue her job.

"I think it would be better for all to see that she feeds the children, alongside of their mother and you," I said.

"You're probably right. Will you get Kitten ready?"

I walked over to get Kitten and looked to see the new children. I saw Amy on her back, her knees up to her little chest. Chris was nonchalantly licking her little clits, trying to get her relaxed. Beside her lay Sandy, with a contented look on her face. She must have just had her own orgasm. My dick grew at the sight, and all the girls stopped what they were doing to watch me. I must have broadcast my arousal at the sight.

Turning back to Chris, "Will you come into the kitchen when you are finished, so we can get you fitted with a feeder? The babies are hungry."

Then to Sandy, "We will get somebody to keep you warm, as they feed the babies. I am making you all some chocolate, I think you will like it." Chris pulled away from Amy, as Amy had a satisfying orgasm. She came into the kitchen for the feeders.

"I find it necessary to make sure the nipples are clean, so I have to inspect them," I sent to her.

I picked her up, and sat her in the same place Susan had just vacated. As my lips slowly came down to her tiny breast, four arms held me in place, till the inspection was completed. My lips travelled up, and licked the juices from her mouth.

Trying to provide a lesson for the girls, my hand moved between Chris's legs and fondled her large clit, then pushed a finger into her tight hole. Her pelvis thrust forward and back on the digit. If her emotions did not bring the two new girls, her heals striking the lower cupboard doors did. They came as fast as they could, wrapped in their blankets. Kitten, and now Susan with a very small bundle in her arms, followed. I made a production out of taking my finger out of her and licking it. Now let the others see that she was accepted with no bias.

"You pass the test, are you ready to feed 'my' children."

Chris caught my words and what Kitten had said this morning. I washed her breast as carefully as I did Susan's, before strapping on the feeder. I helped her down, and gave her a quick kiss.

"Where is the mother of my children?" I asked, playing the game further.

Kitten came into the kitchen expecting the same treatment. I did not want to disappoint her, so I carefully picked her up.

"You said this morning that your children were mine as well. Is that still true."

"Yes. Why do you ask?" Kitten replied.

"I just wanted to have you say that in front of your people, and for them to hear my reply. I accept the responsibility of raising the children as my own."

Kitten gave me a radiant smile and hugged me to her.

"How do you feel now?" I asked.

"I feel fine. Why do you ask?"

"Human mothers are ripped or stretched when a child is born. I saw no blood or great discomfort either, this morning."

"Our babies are much smaller than Humans, Susan tells me. We are ready to breed again almost right away, if we want to."

Trying to stay away from the subject of producing more children, I sent, "As you saw, I take the feeding of my children seriously. The breasts must be perfectly clean. This process takes a lot of energy on the part of the mothers. If you felt pain during the testing, I would not do it."

She looked past my shoulder at the doorway and replied, "You should clean me quickly, before other volunteers come forward for the job."

I used two hands to hold her face, and kissed her very gently. I then moved to her ears and neck, kissing as I went. Her hands came around me, pulling me very close to her. I felt her need to get to the floor and present me with her ass. After a few minutes; I worked my way down to her breast, and sucked in the small nipple. Her moans told me of her need. Getting up, I looked at the reflection in the window and saw the two girls on the floor, presenting their lovely asses to me. Giving the breast a final kiss I cleaned it and strapped on the feeder. We walked toward the bedroom, and stopped at the blocked doorway.

"Get up girls, a mother has to get by, and feed her baby."

We walked into the master bedroom, which now looked to be a nursery and saw Chris and Susan in chairs, feeding 'their' babies. Both looked content but I felt their need to make a further statement concerning Chris's treatment.

I fluffed up some pillows, and got Kitten to lay back. The covers made sure she was warm before getting the last child. I held the child gently and looked into her deep dark eyes, and thought how much she and her sisters had changed my life for the better.

Sandy and Amy followed us in, and watched as Kitten settled into feeding her child. Remembering two previous conversations, I picked up the startled little Amy and held her tightly, before putting her under to covers at Kitten's side to keep her warm. I took Sandy's hand and brought her over to a very curious Susan. I placed the blanket that Amy had been using around Susan and got Sandy to kneel beside her, under the blanket. I stepped beside Chris, and started to stimulate her milk production in the oldest way possible.