River Rapids

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Author's Note: I've opted to use the settings for the PT 2 of the first story of this series, i've a feeling it will be a three parter guys, rather than losing all my reviews from the first story as a whole. feel free to add more reviews.



Anyway, i hope you enjoy this first chapter. take care.




River Rapids

Book 2



Chapter 1



Vaz rounded another corner, her whole body was coated in sweat. She ran. She knew it wasn’t’ good for her, nor her unborn baby, but she’d little choice. She had to get away. But where would she go? There were the elders around her, they wanted her dead, her mate, wanted to rip their child from her and let her die, she had no more friends, once they learned of her betrayal…She screamed as she rounded another corner, coming face to face with the Ooman female, seeming to lead the group of females, all out for her death.


“Where are you running to Vaz?” El asked, her Ooman voice so sweet and calm, as if she didn’t know already. “Do you think you can get away?”


“Please El…we’re friends!!!”


“FRIENDS!!! YOU WANTED MY BABIES DEAD!!!!”


“NNNNNOOOOO!!!!!!”






Vaz sat up. It was a dream, a horrible dream. Or was it. Again a searing pain ripped across her lower belly. She screamed again. “SOMEONE GET TER’OTH!!!” She heard someone yell. “Vaz, can you hear me?” The Ooman’s face appeared above her. “You’re gona be ok. I’m here. I’m not gona leave you.”


“My…my baby!!!”


“I know. Just hang on. Here,” she pressed a cup to her lips, “drink this. It will help.”


It was C’ntlip, a wine as El had called it. “NO!”


“Vaz, trust me, please!!! DRINK!!” El practically drowned the female in the drink, and then went for more.


“My baby,” Vaz cried. “Please, someone help my baby.”


“He’s here!” another female yelled, and Ter’Oth hurried to her side.


“It’s too soon for her labor,” he stated to El, who again poured C’ntlip into Vaz’s mouth.


“I know. The other’s told me.”


“What are you doing?”


“Something my mother told me to do to her, if she ever went into premature labor. I prayed to god I’d never have to use it.”


“She’ll kill my baby!” Vaz yelled trying to rise, but a quick jab of a needle from Ter’Oth quickly settled her.


“Explain how C’ntlip is going to help her!”


“By making her drunk, she’ll relax, and the contractions should stop. BUT ONLY IF YOU GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND GET TO WORK!!!!!” Ter’Oth sat back on his heels. El never cursed in her Ooman tongue, she thought it rude and uneducated. But when she got mad, or her moods swung out of control, she’d curse up a storm that would make even the most brash of Yautja look at her in shock. She’d even picked up a few of their curses, which Ver’On and M’Pa certainly didn’t like, as Vaz and Zon continued to teach her the Yautja language.


“Do not presume to tell me what to do!” he snapped back at her, not really meaning to, but it was a warrior’s reaction when his authority was challenged. He reached into the case he’d brought, and measured out one of the medicines. Again El poured C’ntlip into Vaz’s mouth, more slowly this time so that the nearly unconscious female would drink it down. “What is this?” he asked, lifting Vaz’s hand to see a strange color beneath the nails of her claws.


El looked. “I think that’s her new nail color. She said odd things would happen as her pregnancy progressed.”


“Odd yes, but not color changes.” He quickly gave her the shot, then drew off a blood sample from her other arm. “What has she eaten today?”


“Over there. We hadn’t finished. She’s needed to go to the lav more and more lately.”


“That’s normal.” He got up and went to the abandoned plates of food, and bowls of fruit. “Which is hers?”


Zon came over and picked up a plate. “This one,” she said. “What’s wrong?”


“I hope I’m wrong, but I rarely am.” He took several pieces of the food and put them into containers, he then looked to the drinks. “Did she drink from the same source as you?”


“Yes.”


“And you feel fine?”


“Yes. Ter’Oth, what is going on?”


Just then Rel’Ben rushed into the gardens, gently moving through the crowd of females, kneeling at last next to his mate. “Vaz,” he called gently, stroking her cheek. Again El gave her some C’ntlip, only this time, Vaz did not take the whole glass. Rel took her from the Ooman, gently cradling her in his arms as he headed for the door.


“Take her to Med Bay Two!” Ter’Oth called, “Sa’ton has a group of unbloods who’ve been fighting. He’s no room for her.” Rel grunted, and disappeared behind the door. Ter’Oth finished gathering his supplies, securing the samples in the case. He then looked at El. “If her baby lives…,” he said, but never finished.


“Her baby will live, because you will not let it die. MOVE!!!”


Ter’Oth shook his head. “When do you go into labor?” he asked, not really looking for her to answer. “Because when you do, those sucklings of yours will undoubtedly be as C’jit as you!!!” El growled at him in her human way, and threw the empty cup at him as he left.


“SAVE HER BABY YOU OVER GROWN SACK OF TESTOSTERONE!!!!” The females all giggled at what she’d said, knowing it was another mood swing that they’d seen before. The Ooman was a source of boundless entertainment for them, as she rose the many emotional highs and lows her hormones sent her through, as she carried her three precious babies.


Nearly exhausted, she leaned back on the gentle rise of the grass behind her, and the females all began to settle back to what they were doing, before Vaz’s death curdling scream brought them all to her side. El had been the only one who acted, the C’ntlip was a strong wine to the Yautja, but to her it was exceptionally potent. All the females had been advised not to drink it while they were regnant, and El…well…she was told not to drink it at all.


Lee’tha sat in the grass besied her, not easy for her to do, she was as pregnant as Vaz. She handed the Ooman her plate and rolled a piece of fruit down El’s raised belly to her chin, perfectly kept in line between her swollen breasts. The two laughed, and El clutched her side, as one, maybe two of her babies, kicked her in rapid succession. “They’re upset that I stopped eating,” she sighed, rubbing her side. Comparatively, El now looked at least six to seven months along, and was as round as the rest of the females had been since their second month.


“They will have to get used to it,” Lee’tha said. “You can’t eat as much as you used to.”


“Oh god, don’t remind me!” El’s sudden urges to eat had lasted longer than Tan’ock had poredicted. Their only explanation was that Tan’ock’s human mate only carried one child at a time, where El carried three. It would surmise that her urges, temper, and moodswings, would last three times as long, be three times as agitating, and be three times more often. Ver’On and M’Pa were nearly at their wits end to help her remain calm. During one of her more heated arguments, the pair of males rushed her, not to the med bay, but directly to Ter’Oth’s quarters, as she’d passed out, and would not wake up. That was when they had to removed her breathing device, just as Tan’ock had predicted. After that, things REALLY got interesting
“El? What are you doing with C’ntlip? You were told never to touch the stuff.”


“I know. It’s not for me. It’s for my mates,” she replied with the broadest of smiles. It had taken her a bit of getting used to having two mates, though not very long. M’Pa was gentle, and loving, but in a different way than Ver’On. But there was a deeper bond with her first mate than there was with her second, which was normal. Where Ver’On could tell her thoughts and moods, most of the time, by the look in her eyes, M’Pa still lacked that particular insight. “I managed to get one of the other females to get a bottle of it for me. I’ve been so horrible to Ver’On and M’Pa, I wanted to make it up to them.”


“With C’nlip? El, they could get very rough if they drank that.”


“Oh it isn’t for right now,” she said, sitting up to examine what was left in the bottle. Not a whole lot. She’d have to see if she could get another, though she was sure the vintage, if they favored that kind of thing here, would probably not be the same. “Where I come from, men hand out cigars when their babies are born. I’m not quite sure what you do here, so I thought I’d have them take a small, and I do mean SMALL, drink to welcome each baby.”


“That’s…sweet…I think.”


“Why? When babies are born here, what do the males do?”


“Well, I don’t know about here, we’ve not seen any babies born here yet, but on our last ship, the males would take their newborns to the main dinning hall, at main meal, hold them high for all to see, and roar as loud as they could. The tone and pitch of each roar is different for a male or a female baby.”


El just looked at her, shades of the movie The Lion King flashing into her mind. “Oh god, I hope not.”


“We’ll have to see. There are a few females here that will give birth soon. You included I’d suspect.”


El ran her hands over her stomach. She was huge, compared to what she remembered her mother to be at six months. But then again, her mother carried only two, and they were pure human. She carried three, and they were half Yautja, from her guestamate, she was about seven months along, give or take a week. She sighed contently, feeling her babies inside move around, jostling for a better birthing position. Sa’ton had been keeping a close eye on her the last few weeks. The babies were small, he told her, but their development seemed to be right on track. Their hearts beat strong, and their lungs and brains were developing normally…if he was to gauge her babies to the babies carried by Zana, all those years ago. “Not for a while longer,” she sighed. “They’re not quite ripe yet.”


“OH EL!!!! YOU’RE TERRIBLE!!!”


“Mind if we join you?” The two looked up to see Sirona and Bell approaching. Bell was still toned and shapely, while her sister sported a huge girth with her new baby. When Bell, after mating with the male in the dinning hall during the welcome dinner, learned she wasn’t pregnant, but her sister, who mated him after, was, she was not a very happy female. But over time, and with El running constant interference between the two, they calmed down and worked things out.


“Not at all,” El sighed, as she tried to shift her position. Such was not an easy task, and when one of her babies kicked, she found it probably wasn’t such a good idea either. “That’s gona leave a mark,” she sighed, wincing at the sharp pain in her side, where her baby had either shoved its foot or its hand. Either way it hurt.


“There’s not a lot of room in there is there?” Bell asked, as she helped El reposition to be more comfortable.


“Not a whole lot no,” she stated. “God I wish the guys were here.”


“Why do you say that?” Sirona asked.


El rubbed her belly where it hurt, tears welling up in her eyes. “Because they can purr these three to sleep!” she snapped, but not really meaning to sound so hostile. The females all understood, and at once, though not touching El in any way, began to purr. It helped a little, but the weight of her babies hard on her wasn’t going away. “Thanks,” she sighed, and turned to her food. She suddenly didn’t want to eat a thing.


“Have you slept yet today?” Bell asked. El shook her head no. “Well there’s your problem. You’re all stressed out, which is not good for you, and you’re tired, which is not good for the babies. Get some sleep. We’ll watch over the females for you.”


As a mate to an elder, it was El’s responsibility to make sure the pregnant females didn’t get into fights with the females that were still breeding. Though her being pregnant at the same time, wasn’t such a grand time. She’d bitten her tongue, some times literally, just to keep her head calm enough to settle the disputes, before they escalated into dangerous injury barring fights. There were horror stories told of females that fought, without care to the innocent lives they carried. If the offspring survived, they were often crippled, or badly deformed, caused by the punishment the female had taken to her lower body. El cringed at such a thing happening to a baby, no matter what the species.


The same elder’s mate could also delegate her duties to a trusted female, a close friend or relative. Such often happened when the elder’s mate was to have her own child, but El only delegated her duties once, and that was to Lee’tha. During that brief reprieve, she had gone back to her quarters, where Ver’On and M’Pa had not been, went to the lav, and promptly vomited everything she ate that day, and the day before. Only when she woke up on the floor of the lav did she call for Ter’Oth. She swore him to secrecy, knowing that M’Pa would be guarding over her for the rest of her pregnancy, if they ever found out.


“I’d like that,” El sighed, “but the babies won’t let me sleep. You’d think they were already in training or something.” Lee’tha put her arm around her shoulders. It was a simple but firm gesture. Relinquish your post, go to sleep. But she wouldn’t listen. Lee’tha hissed defiantly at her, but did nothing else.


Nothing that is, until she saw a familiar tall figure, with a scared face, stride pridefully across the lawn. “M’PA! She MUST rest. Talk to her will you!?”


Originally, M’Pa had come to find out why Rel’ben had left the training room so abruptly, overhearing only Vaz’s name mentioned. But seeing El in such a state, he abandoned his thoughts of inquiry, and knelt next to his mate. “My’El, what are you doing?”


“Keeping watch,” she said, leaning over to observe several females, that through his bulk had been blocked from her view.


He purred gently, and one of the babies, or maybe all of them, kicked her lower belly…HARD. She cried out at the pain, clutching at her skin. M’Pa leaned down, pressing his face gently to her dress covered abdomen, and purred even louder. All she could do was cry. Cry at the pain the babies caused by kicking, cry at the sensation of the purring across her already bruising skin…and cry at the unbelievably wonderful sensations he was causing deep within her, almost totally forgotten over the past several months. “STOP IT!!! Please!!!”she begged, tears streaming from her eyes. M’Pa had his true answer then. She was over tired, over stressed, probably starving, thirsty, hot, and uncomfortable. Everything her mates could do to appease her lately, had been in vein…until now.


“My’El. Come with me. I’ve something to show you.”


“No!”


“Yes, El. I promise, you will like what I have for you.”


She slapped him, hard across his face. He was used to it. She never meant it, but still his pride was there, his respect from the females had to be maintained. He growled at her, forcing her hands to the ground at either side of her shoulders, his body pressing down on her breasts. “STOP!!!!” she begged, but her scent to him begged him for more.


She wanted him to be rough with her, but he couldn’t understand why. “Give up your post!” he bellowed, “or I will send you to the servants level myself!!”


As El meat his eyes, deep amber, she realized he meant it. She looked at Lee’tha, but the tired state of her eyes told her that she could not take the duty today, and as she looked further to the females that surrounded her, she found the same tired look on all of them, all except Bell. “Bell,” El sighed, trying to heave the bulk of M’Pa off of her, though not succeeding. “You have the watch.” Bell let out a shrill cry, raising her hands above her head. From around the gardens came responding calls of trills and whistles, all acknowledging her appointed authority, knowing it would end when the females all left for the day.


Now, free of her responsibility, M’Pa pulled her gently to her feet, supporting her back as he’d been shown before, so as not to hurt either their mate or her young, then with his hand on her shoulder, like a scolded child, he led her from the gardens. Once the garden doors finally closed behind them, however, El finally broke down and cried. M’Pa scooped her gently to his arms, and carried her back to their room, none of the warriors they passed giving them much trouble. They all knew who he was now, and who the female Ooman was to him. No one stood in his way.


Safe within their quarters M’Pa retreated to the bedroom, but he didn’t stop there. He went on to the Lav, which had been undergoing a refit for some reason, and the reason made clear as he made her look up. The room had been equipped with a standard tub, big by human standards, but not big enough to warrant the title of a hot tub. Above the tub was the shower, which the males preferred to use. But the tub was gone now, ripped out to make room for a bigger one. This one, was bigger than a five person hot tub, and was filled with warm water already.


“We had it put in for you,” he purred, letting her feet rest on the floor, and untying the strings that held her gown at the back. “You said you felt heavy al the time, that the tub wasn’t big enough. Ver’On finally figured it out, and this was the result. Do you like it?”


El could hardly breathe. She was in pain, upset, mad, and sad, all at the same time. She hated these moods of hers. All she could manage was a small smile, nodding her head, as silent tears ran down her cheeks. M’Pa wiped them away, laying her dress on the counter. Carefully he lifted her over the edge of the new tub, allowing her to find purchase on the floor inside. She let the water support her, the aches of her back finally giving way as she allowed herself to float, sort of. She loved it. The heaviness of her babies was greatly diminished, though still there, she felt better as the buoyant support carried the weight for her.


M’Pa let her rest, his hands stroking her shoulders and neck under the water. She seemed to slip into a dreamless sleep right away, her face and lost all its tension, anxiety, frustration, and sadness. He hadn’t realized till this moment, how much discomfort she was truly in. he’d seriously been lacking in his duties as her second mate, but with her moods so out of control, and leaning towards violence lately, he wasn’t quite sure how to handle her. Part of him wanted to throttle her, then the other half of him would dominate, saying she’s only Ooman, and she’s pregnant, with your babies.


He ran his hand gently down her back as she slowly turned over in the water. Her stomach rested in the palms of his hands, he could feel the babies inside gently moving. He purred, though his heart was very sad, he refused to let her know. These babies, though they insisted were as much his as Ver’On’s, were not of his line.


“M’Pa?” she whispered, pulling him from his self pity. He looked at her green tired eyes.


“Yes?”


“Thank you.” She handed him her translator, and she slipped below the surface of the water. For a moment he was afraid she’d passed out, and he’d let her fall to drown, then she came back up, wiping the water and hair from her face. He sighed in relief, as she reached for her translator again. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve been such a pain to you these last couple months.”


M’Pa purred deeply, sending the vibrations through the wall of the tub and into the water. She smiled, she could feel them even from where she sat, neck deep in water. “You’ve nothing to be sorry about El, you can’t help yourself.”


“I should. I know better.”


“Yes, but remember, you have Yautja DNA being shared with you from our young,” he folded his arms and rested his chin on the edge as he continued, “that alone is going to really mess up your system. Have they started singing yet?”


“WHAT?”


He chuckled. “I guess not.”


“No one told me about singing babies!”


“Easy El, its ok. It doesn’t always happen. I just thought that…well, an Ooman bearing our young is always special. Not all males can perform enough to impregnate the females. You, are more special, for you carry three…” he reached for her belly under the water, but she was too far away from him. “I just thought that…well, with you being special, and the babies, that they would sing for you. I guess they haven’t figured out how.”


“What does it mean when they sing?”


“Nothing. Just healthy babies, being happy.” El nodded, and moved closer to the reaching hand. Strong fingers gently stroked her taught skin, marveling at the way the female had developed to carry her brood.


“Are you ok?” she asked.


He didn’t want to trouble her, she’d had enough of that. “Fine, I just can’t wait to hold one of them…and all of them!” His smile was broad, and genuine, and he hoped it hid the secret sorrow he held back.


“When are Kal-esh and Tan’ock going to leave for Earth?”


“Soon, but not till Ver’On returns.”


She nodded. The three of them had a horrible fight one night. Over nothing. It was just one of her many moods, that when they pushed back at certain points, she went off at them, screaming at them, throwing vein punches. Ver’On had walked out, his own temper raging from the poor class he’d been trying to whip into shape before their hunts. He didn’t return that night either, M’Pa had been left to calm her down, which was getting harder and harder to do of late. It wasn’t until the next morning, that they’d learned Ver’On had dismissed the class, and left on a hunt of his own. That was over three months ago.


“I miss him,” she said, as her cries threatened to let go. “Why did I have to get so mad at him?”


M’Pa crawled into the water, he’d removed his clothes and armor as she sat there in thought. She felt him come up to her, holding her shoulders, her head resting at the crook of his neck. He had to stretch out over the diagonal of the tub to do it, but it was worth it to ease her heart. He and Ver’On had been in weekly contact after he’d left. M’Pa would tell him everything that went on in the clan, how the females over all were fairing, and how El would complain about how her body was feeling. But when the subject turned to how he felt towards El, after the fight, the line would always snap off. He was beginning to worry.


It wasn’t uncommon for males to leave on hunts during their mate’s pregnancies, but to stay way in such a state…it was unheard of. Rel’ben and Sol had returned early, simply because they missed their mates, the decision to return had been mutual. But Ver’On, there was something going on there, something he didn’t like.


“He’ll be back. You’ll see. He made Kal and Tan’ock promise not to leave before his return. He said there was something that he had to do, that would help them in their search for new mates.”


El huffed, the closest she could come to a laugh these days. “There should be a human mate orientation class taught on Earth or something.” To that even M’Pa had to laugh. “M’Pa?”


“Yes?”


“I love you, you know that…don’t you?”


“Yes, I know.”


“Would you tell Ver’On, I love him, and I want him to come home?”


He could feel her warm tears slide off her face onto his skin. Ver’On’s absence, that’s what upset her the most. “When next I speak with him, I will tell him.”


She nodded, weakly, but nodded…and soon, she fell asleep.