PoP12 Midnight Schemes&Lucid Dream

(This story has been edited more thoroughly than the last time I shared it here but it's the same story, if you've already read it.)

"Pairs of Pumpkins" is erotic, dark fantasy adventure following a freewheeling, busty adventuress whose life gets turned upside down when she discovers a handsome, young lover is part of a vast family she didn't know she had. Now she can't figure out which is worse: having enough of a conscience to know she must be the hero to her newfound family or the fact that she had sex with her son... and loved it.

Season 2: Having reconciled her perverse addiction and her motherly responsibilities for now, Portia and her wizard daughter Anastasia are deep into a grand mission: stop the evil wizard Zarron from breeding and selling her children, and making sure every last child of hers is safe and accounted for, even if it means their small family swells to a clan, unwieldy in more ways than one!

PAIRS OF PUMPKINS 12:

MIDNIGHT SCHEMES AND LUCID DREAMS

by Jess Faulks

CHAPTER 1

The warm light of gas lamps threw long shadows on the cobblestone streets of Renvil city but only two shadows were particularly broad. Portia Pridemoon and her daughter, Anastasia walked down the main boulevard, their robe-draped figures turning the heads of passers by and the frequent Night Watch patrols. The Watch acknowledged the pair professionally, with polite nods and only the occasional, curious look.

A trio of them, two rams and a possum eventually stopped the pair of vixens out at a questionable hour of the night and wearing clothes ill-suited for the season.

"You came all the way from White Port wearing only that? This time of year?"

"Are you pilgrims of some sort?"

In the dusky light between the streetlamps, they could see the two younger of them stealing glances at their chests and the way nipples reacted to the winter air.

"Not quite. We're from far north and our natural coats are more than enough for this kind of cold. It's hard to find anything else that will fit us. Especially my daughter here!" Portia gave her daughter a grope to watch them squirm.

They exchanged unsure looks but otherwise maintained their professionalism.

"We're just travelers on our way to visit family here in Renvil. My son lives off Heffelauch Square with his father."

"Ah, so you've been here before?"

"Indeed, I have. A few times."

The presumable leader of the three watchmen shifted his weight and put his hands on his hips, taking the confident, practiced posture of an authority figure about to explain the obvious. "Well, be mindful. The people of Renvil are polite but at this hour, the drunks are about. We don't get many women here who look like you two."

"We hear that everywhere but home," Portia glanced over to Anastasia, her tense jaw resisting a smile. "But yes, of course. Thank you! We'll do our best to take care of ourselves."

"I hope you find your son in good health. Goodnight, ma'am."

"Thank you, gentlemen. A lovely night to you." The watchmen turned, seeming to not agree for a moment which direction to go but thankfully, it was not forward and the two vixens proceeded on their way,

They walked in silence until they were well out of earshot.

"Do you think we'll find Waldemar in good health?" Anastasia asked with a wry grin.

"I hope we find him with a healthy erection. We might have sent Anton and Laszlo away too soon. After so many days getting double-stuffed by those two, I feel like a sock puppet without an arm."

"We needed to get back to the rescues, mother. They were slowing us down."

"I know, I know. It was nonstop with those two. Neither of them had ever been allowed anal as breeders and they were obsessed with it. I'm worried about them being back in The Pale Lands."

Anastasia blushed. "I'm worried about Constance being the only woman in the house with six horny boys who aren't bothered by incest. Maybe seven tomorrow.'

"I am too. Everything is a bit lopsided right now but there's more older daughters on the list soon."

"Are they going to want to have sex with their brothers?"

"Ana, don't be disgusting."

Anastasia paused to raise a brow at her mother. "You're packing a house full of teenagers who you had sex with, then nothing. They live in a remote cabin with no one around for miles. No women, except for Constance."

"The plan was always to visit."

"The road keeps us so busy."

"It does."

"There's already six of them. How are you going to handle visits?"

Portia shrugged with a crooked wince. "We'll figure it out."

"You hate teleportation."

"It's dangerous!"

Ana huffed aloud. "Constance's plan makes sense for the rescue missions. We need one for the community we're building too."

Her mother scrunched her face. "Community?"

"Nineteen children under one roof? That's more than a family."

"I suppose it is. So what are you suggesting?"

"We rescue some daughters to fill in for you..."

Portia's cheeks sank and her eyes widened in the pause.

The younger vixen watched and waited, pursing her mouth with mischief. "...getting filled."

"Ana!"

She was nonplussed. "Sisters who would have sex with their brothers."

"Gods no. I'm not dragging more people into my perversion."

"Only your sons."

Portia glared.

"I'm not judging you but it's a double-standard. Constance is managing things well but she's not going to manage this. Anya is far away, training in Westerkerk. I'm here with you doing rescues."

The elder vixen diverted her walk to pace a small circle, shaking her head while Ana stopped to watch and wait.

"What about moving Marina up there?" she suggested. "She may not mind."

Coming to a stop, Portia turned and snapped. "We saved her from being a whore. I'm not going to whore her out to her brothers!"

The volume of her raised voice turned the head of a graying old bear, walking along a cross street some ways ahead. He did a double take and continued on his way.

The two exchanged aware looks, Portia with a wince and Ana straight-faced. Stepping up, she took her daughter by the shoulders, arms at full extension and still mashing their chests together. "I'm not going to forbid any daughter or son of mine from doing anything they want, including following in my disgusting footsteps but I'm not going to encourage it either. Besides, you said Marina was happy with Booker when you saw her and he must like having her around."

Ana nodded and her mother pulled her in a squeeze that mocked the way less bulky people would hug, before letting go. "Come on."

They started moving again, Ana slower now, musing. "Remember when I told you about the Insatiables?"

"I remember that word. Something about Zarron's weird projects, like the Purebloods. Refresh my memory?"

"Zarron didn't document it in the ledger but a customer requested a daughter as a gift for a Sultan's harem, who couldn't get pregnant and would be sexually insatiable. He concluded that wasn't the first time he was going to get such a request so he decided to make them in small batches so they'd be ready to sell when asked for. Once a year he made a batch of identical sextuplet females and flipped every trait he could to improve their libidos and sexual appeal. It was a lot of guessing, by my understanding."

"He didn't change their breasts though," she added. "A little, but  not as much as he did when he made me. That would be too big for an idealized sex-maniac. Apparently I needed these giant things in the way of all the books Zarron knew I'd need to read." She inhaled and sighed. Portia reached out to comfort her, her daughter's shoulder the easiest to reach above the expanse of her prodigious chest.

"He sold them for half the price because buyers couldn't customize them. They were "off the shelf" as he said. Also, he was sure that splitting an egg six ways affected their intelligence, so he thought they would all be dim-witted. Either way, it was a 300% return over a full priced egg. He made them infertile, so there'd never be any time lost to pregnancy or recovery but also, so people couldn't breed more of them and get around paying full price."

"Nothing that sick fuck did should surprise me anymore," Portia shook her head. "So he bred and sold girls who grow up to be nymphomaniacs?"

Ana nodded. "You can find them in the ledger because they're sextuplets, all with same first letter of their name and usually, never to the same buyer. Zarron wouldn't tell them but he told me: he was sure nobody could handle more than one. Every year he changed their names by one letter."

"Like Ana and Anya?"

"No, the starting letter. The first six were Ella, Eden, Ember, Esme, Eve and Eliza, would all be grown up by now. The next year was Fiona, Flora, Freya, Fay, Fallon and Fern. After that, Grace, Greta, Gloria, Gwendolyn..."

"I get it, thank you."

"They're already high priority on your list because they were all bought purely for sex but..."

"...bringing some of them home sooner might keep that house from flooding with sperm." Her mother continued.

"Or pregnancies! Plus they're old enough to help Constance and the boys take care of the place, if they're able to think about anything else."

Portia nodded. "Speaking of getting flooded with sperm, we're here," She gestured with her head as she passed a row of elegant townhouses.

"Mother?"

Ana slowed to a stop and the elder vixen hissed back. "Keep walking if we're going to keep talking."

"Wait."

Ana muttered an incantation before her eyes glowed a sparkling gold that pierced the night. She scanned the house from top to bottom, then the area around them before blinking away the magical effect.

"It's clear. Two adults, three teenagers. All asleep," Ana said and in a few brisk steps, caught up with her mother.

"Do you understand what I mean about a community? You've already saved brothers and sisters who have never met each other. There are going to be so many more in the future."

"I know, dear and I think about that too. Hopefully we can sort that out soon when we get to Brummel. There they'll have more than just family to keep them company. The boys will meet other girls. Perhaps get married and have kits of their own." After a moment, she added: "outside the bloodline."

"There could be more than thirty by the time we get to Brummel. Can they handle so many?"

"I don't know but it gives us one more safe place. And with Stusport re-open..."

"Mother, don't normal families live in the same house? Or at least the same town?"

Portia sighed and frowned. "I wouldn't consider where I came from a normal family but yes, they do. Sometimes until the younger generation are grown up and other times, forever. But I have a whole town's worth of children, then what? Should we establish our own town?"

"Our family is large enough to. And as uncommon as we look, we should be somewhere that looking unusual isn't unusual. That's part of why Constance joined us, right? She knew her potential but no one would take her seriously because of her chest."

"I think all of us have that in common."

Ana nodded with a hint of excitement. "Yes! We could start a new settlement that can support the whole, growing family. A frontier of our own, where people don't look at us like we're freaks. Or that failing, find a place that desperately needs a population infusion, that we can be some majority of. I don't know about that but Constance will."

Portia rubbed her temples. "We're so close to Brummel already and only two more missions between here and there. Let's stick with the plan until then, okay? After that, we will have to do some reshuffling regardless."

Ana's gaze dropped to the ground but her mother was alongside her again, a hand at her back.

"I hear you, Anastasia and I agree with you. We'll take care of it. For now, let's get this done. It's going to look suspicious if we loop around a second time."

"Of course," Ana nodded. "but we can strip down in the next alley. We're going in invisible, after all."

Portia hissed out a breath and turned away to roll her eyes. "Right. Invisible."

CHAPTER 2

Robes and packs were stashed under dry overhangs in the alley before Anastasia drew the Invisibility runes on their naked backs and chests. They'd developed a practice to only use runes of Silence in particularly dangerous situations after finding the inability to whisper to one another more trouble than it was worth. Ana had other means to isolate and deaden sound than the runes, should they need to.

Holding hands, they approached the house of Lord Waldemar Tuchel the second, a minor noble and father to Waldermar the 3rd, a son conceived of his father's seed and Portia's egg. He was considered a low risk rescue for being adopted into a family and an heir but he was along the way to Brummel, so they could at least check one more off the list.

They arrived at the front door and Ana stepped up to it. Coordinating while invisible was something they'd grown practiced at, however reluctantly for the magic-averse mother. When only her daughter was hidden, it was much easier: Ana would follow her mother and communicate by gentle swats at her tail or taps on her shoulder. The tail was the easiest, as both women struggled with the spatial awareness of themselves when invisible.

A minor cantrip at the lock of the door unlatched it and the unseen Anastasia had to open it all the way before she could squeeze herself through. Portia followed through the threshold then eased the door closed behind them with her free hand.

The house was lavish with wealth and decor, a bit busy and gauche and with a slight smell of must but that was standard for noble's houses. Her daughter led her across the foyer to the base of a staircase not much wider than Portia and a tight squeeze for Anastasia.

"When we build our community, can we build it with really wide stairs?"  the younger vixen whispered with annoyance in her voice.

"I've only been to a few places in the world where the architects were so thoughtful." Portia let go of her hand and took hold of her tail. "Ready when you are."

Ana began up with the slow and practiced caution necessitated by her bulky, clumsy body. Still, floorboards creaked and several hung paintings shifted askew, pushed by breasts that were wider than the banister to the wall. Portia set them back into place with her free hand, several steps behind her.

At the top of the stairs, Ana kept going until there was room at the top for her mother, then whispered again. "The children's rooms are all on this floor, along that hallway. The parents are upstairs on the third."

"That'll help to not wake them up when I fuck their son. I haven't been this horny in a while."

"I'll isolate the room if it gets too loud. The last room on the left is his. You go first."

Portia approached the hallway cautiously, feeling Ana taking several steps aside to let her pass. Once in the lead, she released her daughter's tail and waited for Ana to feel around until she took the same grip on hers.

Creeping down the hall, they passed several other open and closed doors of bedrooms, bath chambers and closets. At the last door on the left, Portia took the handle and eased it open. As long as no one heard nor saw it move on it's own, she would stay invisible. That was obvious enough when it happened: being invisible was the only time her bosom wasn't occupying her peripheral vision.

Against the door, she pushed herself until she could peek her head through. Sharp, vulpine eyes, keen in the dark made the revealed room easy enough to assess. It was a bedroom, quite large even for an adult and massive for a teenager. There was a large wardrobe and several tables and chairs about but she was only interested in the room's single occupant. In an opulent bed an older teenage fox laid on his side, sleeping.

She felt Ana's breast squish against her back, still holding her tail as she drew close enough to whisper. "That must be him: he's the only adolescent male in the house."

Portia led the way into the room and her daughter waited a few steps to follow til she stood at the end of her mother's tail, outside the door. They'd practiced these situations where Ana needed both arms to navigate when she was following. When her tail was released, Portia would take a step or two forward before stopping to swish it gently, making her easier to find.

Ana would do what she needed, in this case crush her breasts together with the entirety of both arms, to fit through a common-sized doorway.  She would then advance, finding her mother again by running into the swinging tail. Once found, she'd take hold and they'd continue.

It was usually easier to just let Ana lead.

Portia felt her daughter shift and turn once through the doorway, taking wide steps around the door before it slowly closed, seemingly on it's own. She stepped forward and found a grip on her mother's tail again, then continued their advance.

Approaching the bed, they got a better look at the handsome, young man's face who bore a pattern of fur almost identical to hers. All her children met so far had some variation of her two-tone body and belly, different colored "socks" to her knees and elbows and the "pepper" spots on their face, neck and chests.

Hand over hand, Ana moved up her tail until she stepped alongside her mother until they stood shoulder to shoulder at his bedside.

"Do you think he's going to want me?" Portia whispered. In response she found her shoulders squeezed then turned until she was staring at a life sized, head-to-toe portrait on a floor-height stand across the room. Only clear in the darkness for their sharp, vulpine vision, it was a painting of a young, female adventuress wearing leather armor that hugged an impossible, familiar figure: herself, though some years younger.

"I think so."

"Holy shit."

Portia walked to the painting, the memory of posing for it at least ten years before rushing back to her.

"I sat for this after a rescue mission. A warlock kidnapped a local girl and we took care of it. I was working with a party around that time. Good, stallion lads. That painter was quite a charmer. Jean, I think was his name. A very handsome otter." She stepped closer and Ana followed, keeping a hand on her. "He didn't want me to clean up after. Not any of it. He said the blood that was still on my fur made it more raw. You can't see it, thankfully but his cum was oozing down my inner thighs when I posed for this."

"Did he paint that part too?" Ana guided her mother's hand to point. "Or is that..."

Portia leaned in to look. "No. That's not paint. Someone's been masturbating on this."

She was silent for another long moment, gripping her own muzzle. "That rescue mission: it was the daughter of... oh Gods. It was the Tuchels. After we returned with his daughter, he invited us all to an amazing dinner the day after and we met the rest of his family: his wife, four daughters and the youngest, their only son. All red foxes except the boy. A pale-furred fox, like us."

Portia turned to look back to the bed again, clenching her hands together and pacing. Ana felt around to take her tail again.

"I know Waldemar. Gods, I remember this whole family. What are the chances of that? How small is this world?"

"You've been adventuring all over the world for over twenty years and Zarron has been distributing your children by the dozens for nearly as long. It's a big ledger. So actually... not that low."

Portia's huff was audible. "The oldest two would be grown women by now and I was never here in this house. They might have mentioned something about their manor being renovated." Tense fingers clutched her face. "Unbelievable. They're really decent people."

Ana pushed closer, mashing her breasts into her mother's back. "Does that change anything?"