Life finds a way

Bleu finished running a scanner over Emely’s body and sighed. “You are most definitely fertile, Emely, before you wear out any more of that bed by gripping it so tight. As to why you and Dustin haven’t conceived yet - I have a theory, but I will need to run a few checks to prove it. If I’m right, we’ll need to give you a small supplement for about a week or so to test it further.”

The look of relief on Emely’s face at the news that she could have the offspring she wanted was mirrored on Dustin’s own. While he would have loved her regardless, he knew all too well how much she was struggling with the relative length of time it was taking her to bear his child compared to Trea’k - or even Meli. Stepping forward and resting a hand on the fox girl’s shoulder, he smiled at their azure partner. “What’s the theory, Bleu?”

Waving a hand in the vague direction of Emely’s crotch, the Queri medic continued working on her console. “I think it’s to do with relative biology. Emely’s body thinks it’s in a pride with you and Meli, which is fine and to be expected, but I think… where did I put the file… ah, here we go - hmm…” she paused, reading quickly before nodding. “Yes. I’ll need to run a blood test on both Emely and Meli to make sure, but I think the issue is to do with your wife, not your submissive. Meli’s not Feliax, so I doubt she’s putting out the right cocktail of pheromones needed to trigger the breeding instinct in Emely.”

Dustin took a moment to review the repeated, vigorous, and in some cases fully draining attempts at breeding that his redheaded lover had undertaken since her contraceptive was stopped. Bleu noticed his expression and gave a gentle chuckle. “Not like that, pervert. Emely consciously wants to have children with you. But there’s a number of genetic triggers in junior pride members that according to this research paper don’t always trigger correctly in mixed non-Feliax groups. If her body thought she was the matriarch, it wouldn’t matter - but it clearly respects Meli’s place, even if our beloved Velca refuses the role at every opportunity.”

The news that it might be down to the environment rather than any physical issues on her part came as a great relief to Emely - although Dustin and Bleu both had to restrain her from bolting out the door to fetch Meli right away. Rather pointedly, Bleu reminded her that where Meli was already pregnant it wouldn’t be a good idea to rush Dustin’s wife anywhere - and in any case, the slime woman needed time to reconfigure the lab for the very specific tests she’d need to run.

Despite begrudgingly agreeing to their reasoning, Emely was still vibrating with anticipation several hours later while Bleu watched the readouts on a wide-spectrum chemical analysis of Meli’s blood. The Velca sat nearby, reading quietly on her tablet while periodically glancing up at the redhead. “If it is the case that I am to blame for your lack of conception, you have my sincere apologies Emely,” she murmured as Bleu tapped a control. “I should have thought that this could be a problem sooner.”

Bleu waved a hand vaguely behind her. “No you shouldn’t. One, you’ve got your own pregnancy to worry about, two, I’m the medic here, and three, it’s not a common issue even among Feliax. If I hadn’t gotten into the habit of spending a lot of time reading up on all our different biology when I joined the crew even I’d have missed it.” The slime woman paused, frowning. “And I was correct. There’s an enzyme in Feliax blood that’s missing in Velca physiology.”

The two other women both turned to face the Queri, Dustin’s voice joining with theirs as all three asked “so…?” at the same time.

The medic tapped her tablet, and nodded to herself. “So, we can resolve the issue. It’ll take me a little time to synthesize the right blend of biochemicals… fortunately, some of the work I’ve spent monitoring Defia’s hormonal experiments can be applied here as well. Give me a day or so and we can get you an initial dose of a supplement, Emely. I should warn you that it’ll probably take several days before it starts to have any effect, and of course you’ll still need to allow time for conception to happen after that.”

Emely shook her head. “That’s fine - I’m just glad that you’ve figured out what the issue was. Now I know it’s possible, I can wait if I have to.” Even as she said it, her tails twitched behind her, and Dustin got the distinct impression that while she might be saying that she could wait, the reality would be something very different.

His suspicions had proven correct. The following day, while he was discussing the best way to approach the physically minded Hoxx with Meli and Yril’k, the door to the ready room flew open and Emely burst in. “Bleu says the synthesis is nearly done!” She yelled, grabbing Dustin’s arm and tugging him towards the doorway. “C’mon, Sir! We need to go and see if it does anything…” she whined as she manhandled him out of his seat.

Smiling apologetically to his wife and security chief, he allowed himself to be half-dragged down to the medbay where Bleu was frowning intently as she tweaked values on one of the chemical synthesizers. “Almost done.” The Queri said without looking up. “Just got to…” she straightened up, pulling a vial from the machine and walking over to another unit that Dustin vaguely remembered had to do with dosing medicine “…blend the chemicals together and push it into an applicator.”

The machine whirred, and a moment later Bleu set a spray and a pot of tablets down on her desk. “One spray per day, one tablet three times a day - ideally with meals, but I know you won’t be able to wait so take one now and another before bed for today. We’ll run a scan in about five to six days time and adjust the dose if needed.” The medic was smiling as she offered the treatment to Emely, the fox girl’s tails practically doubling in number with how fast they were twitching. Resting a hand comfortingly on Emely’s, Bleu turned her attention to Dustin, informing him that “it could work immediately, but I expect to see results in more like a five to ten day range as far as changes to her physiology go. Then it’s up to the pair of you after that.”

Winking at Dustin, Emely popped the cap off the pill bottle, tipping one of the shiny green and orange tablets out. “With or without water?” She asked Bleu; the slime woman slid a glass over by way of answer. A quick swallow later, and Emely was gazing up at Dustin with adoring eyes, medspray in hand. “Mind doing the spray for me, Sir?” She asked, holding it out to him.

As the spray hissed, Bleu tapped a control and turned on the privacy glass. “I’ve also put on the soundproofing. Let me know when you’re done and I’ll come clean up after you.” She said, heading towards the door.

Dustin blinked. “When we’re done what?” He asked, before being rather firmly and passionately kissed by the redhead in front of him.

Forty-eight minutes later, a rather dazed and worn out Dustin finished tucking his top back in before sliding open the door. “Emely is… resting.” He said to Bleu as she drifted past him. “She’ll help you clean up in a minute, she says.” From behind him, Emely’s post-orgasmic giggles could just about be made out over the hum of the medical machinery as Bleu raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head.

Bleu had expected things to take over a week before Emely’s body would even begin to react to the treatment and had scheduled the first scan to check on the medicine’s effectiveness for five days after it had been started. It was thus some surprise to both the medic and Dustin when the Feliax woman flew into the galley where they were eating breakfast, bounded into the kitchen, and emerged dragging Naera by the arm four days later. “Whatever is the matter, Emmz?” Naera said, trying her best not to be knocked over by the hyperactive redhead.

Pulling her best friend over to where Dustin and Bleu were eating, the fox girl gave a grin so sly it could have entered politics. “Bubbles, scan me.” She demanded, rolling her top up. Dustin froze, his forkful of scrambled egg and greens halfway to his mouth as he stared at her. There was no way that she was already…

Bleu had drawn her hand-scanner the moment the excitable submissive had arrived. Running it briefly down Emely’s body, she quirked an eyebrow. “I take it you tested yourself this morning before coming here?” the medic asked, before tucking her scanner back into it’s holster and, turning to Dustin, adding “congratulations to you both, of course.”