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[Tags: Clean, pregnancy, pregnant, swan (F), black panther (F), golden retriever (M), slice of life]

Kera leaned back in her chair at the birth center, drumming her fingers atop her desk. It was almost time for her to show up: Her friend, her favorite patient, her...well, other things she couldn't tell just anyone for professional reasons. With how feral birds and cats get along, one might think it odd that a cardinal-fathered swan would look forward to a visit from a black panther. Those people had never met Miss Morgana Vertram.

Chuckling, Kera opened the folder she had on the side of her desk for another review of its contents. Morgana Vertram, 31-year-old black panther, professional surrogate and damn good at it. Currently about twelve weeks into pregnancy number ten, this time carrying for a lesbian cheetah couple who wanted kids but were both put off by the idea of being pregnant and were wealthy enough to have another option. That's right, pregnancy ten! "Surrogate" wasn't a good enough word for it anymore, not after that many times, not with how natural she looked while doing it, and not with how uncomplicated her pregnancies and births were most of the time.

But Morgana had experience even before she made this her life's work. Flipping a page in, Kera skimmed the notes from her medical history combined with her memories of their conversations over the last several years. Her first child was born when she was 15, a result of the rarely-good combination of teenage curiosity and feelings of being invincible. At least Morgana agreed that that was probably too young, but that was life. "That was life," indeed, as she found out that even when she was still an adolescent, she loved being pregnant. Oh, her classmates, teachers, and even family didn't agree with her, but she took it all in stride and relished the experience.

Then Morgana made another amazing discovery she'd been curious about. When the time came to have her baby, she was a natural at giving birth, too...and if even half of Morgana's own recollections were to be believed, it was one amazing show. See, Kera had seen for herself that for all its reputation, birth could be an empowering and even enjoyable experience; she'd dedicated her life to that proposition, after all. But they sure didn't call it "labor" or "the pain of childbirth" for nothing, either. It was a rare treat when the mother truly said she enjoyed it as it was happening.

Morgana, on the other hand, went a step beyond "enjoying." Giving birth was sexually arousing for her. Orgasmic, even. In her own words...actually, Kera didn't want to think of the story Morgana told her of her first birth now that she had an appointment coming up, but she made quite a scene that first time in her teens, and it wasn't from begging for drugs either. In Morgana's births Kera had been privileged to attend since moving here, that held true as time went on.

That first child was adopted out, and for several years the whole thing was a pleasant memory for the panther, until she was in college and found out there were people who were willing to pay nicely for the services of a woman like her, and that was that. She didn't just forget about her babies, either; she checked up on them once in a while, sent them things on their birthdays, and tried to do something unique for each delivery so the births were as special as the pregnancies, which was nice since she also recorded all her births, with the exception of her first few deliveries.

Kera didn't know whether she had a body that worked the way it did because of nature, a higher power, the panther's own state of mind...her favorite pizza topping could factor into it for all she knew. Morgana herself didn't know why she was like this either. She wasn't a masochist, and she still felt the pain, but her body and brain reacted totally differently than from any other kind of pain. Kera guessed the most medical explanation she could put it in was that all the right hormones were going on full blast, but whatever the case, Morgana Vertram was a woman who found her calling.

With another chuckle, she muttered in a voice imitating a line from one of her favorite movies, "Most people think Morgana is a woman of loose morals. She just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. She'd be right at home as the head priestess of a fertility goddess. Or the central figure of one of their mystery cults, welcoming the faithful into their new lives. Men and women alike woulda tossed themselves at her back then." Her grin widened as she added, "And I probably woulda been her handmaiden or something."

Noting the time, the swan stood up and stretched her arms. Morgana was never late for one of their appointments, and Kera was similarly loathe to keep her waiting. Stepping to the door, she paused as footsteps approached to let whoever was coming pass by. To her pleasant surprise, the woman she was waiting for came into view, looking as happy to see Kera as the other way around.

"Hi, Morgana," Kera greeted her with a handshake, only to instead be pulled into a hug.

"Hi, Kera," the feline purred.

After they parted, Kera led her out of the office area and to the private rooms. "So, this is number..." she counted on her fingers, "nine?" she teased.

Shaking her head, Morgana patted her stomach, which had yet to firm up from pregnancy and was still mostly paunch from being pregnant so many times. "If you mean baby nine, nope. Passed that years ago. Now I'm on pregnancy ten," she said proudly.

"Hahaha...I'm a midwife and I still don't know how you do it," Kera laughed as they headed into a room.

Giving her a knowing smile, Morgana replied, "You know my website. You must've watched all my videos by now...including the pregnancy v-logs. I'm sure you can figure out some kinda step-by-step by now." She must have seen Kera blush a little as she closed the door, adding, "I already know how much of a fan you are of the, shall we say, last step."

"Hmhm, you know me," Kera said. That reminded her of something, and as Morgana sat down on the bed, she remained standing. "Y'know, that's right, you do know me. But...how would you feel about seeing someone who isn't me?"

Morgana cocked her head. "You are my favorite midwife, but what do you mean?"

"The thing is..." Kera crossed her arms in thought, needing a moment before saying, "I'm not required to ask this, I could just tell you and if there's a problem we'll have to work it out, but here's my question. A fresh new midwife joined us not long ago, and things haven't been as good as I'd hoped." Pacing back and forth, she continued, "Not because this person is lacking in education or professionalism, but there is a thing that other people have a problem with, and that is...he's a man."

The panther didn't react much, other than a bit of her smile returning. Kera wondered if she already knew what she was going to ask. "Oh?" she said simply, inviting Kera to go on.

"As it says on our website and pamphlets, 'Helping Hands Birth Center does not discriminate against sexual or gender identity,'" she quoted, "and that applies to staff as well as patients. He's mostly been working with me, so I can vouch for him, but some patients have been...well, I think you can see where I'm going." Her brow furrowing in irritation, she said, "There was even an incident the other week where we almost had to let a new patient go because she was so opposed to it she threatened to take her business elsewhere. She got talked out of it, but we still had to make it clear that if she couldn't accept it, that was her problem, not ours, which also means not his."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Morgana said sympathetically. "If you say he's good at his job, I have plenty of reasons to believe you."

"Ugh, I'm sorry for dumping that on you, you didn't need to know that, but it's just so frustrating," Kera complained, stopping her pacing and clearing her throat to speak calmly again. "Anyway, he handled it fine, but I can see the difference between when people have a problem with him and when they don't. So. Would you have any issues with working with a male midwife who's just gotten licensed? As in, physically and mentally male?"

Her friend smiled softly and shook her head. "I have no problem with it at all. If a man wants to help a woman have a baby, let him," she replied.

She smiled back in relief. "I hoped you'd feel that way. I'll have him handle your next checkup and we'll see how it goes."

Morgana's smile took on a more flirtatious look. "But let me ask you a question back. Is he ready for me?"

Kera already knew where this was going. "Yeah...um...do me a little favor. I'm pretty sure he's straight...pretty sure...but I don't think pregnancy's a kink for him. But either way, don't come on too strong or you might just make him more nervous." She gave Morgana a begging gesture with her hands. "Please?"

She giggled, rubbing her belly. "No guarantees, but I promise not to bite. Of course, hmhm, what might help is if you wouldn't mind giving me a little more personal time in his place," she purred, her tail flicking.

"Oh dear...what kind of deal have I gotten myself into?" Kera worried playfully, both of them laughing at her agreement. "Speaking of...let's get this going." Turning to get a few papers from a desk drawer to write her notes on, she asked, "So, meanwhile, what've you been up to lately?"

"For a start, it was little Anna's birthday last week."

"Ah, that sounds nice. How old's she now?"

"Finally hit the big one-oh," she said proudly. "Had a great party, all her friends were there, we had so much fun."

Kera nodded as she moved to the sink to wash her hands. Anna was Morgana's second child and her first official surrogacy contract. She was also the only one of her children who lived close enough that Morgana could see her and her father in person regularly. "She's in the double digits now, hm? Not sure she's really 'little Anna' anymore."

"I know. But when one of your kids is named after you, it's a habit that's hard to shake," the panther said wistfully.

Nodding, Kera turned to face her. "I guess- wha?" In the time she had been turned around, Morgana had silently pulled her dress off and underwear and was sitting nude on the bed, still smiling at Kera as if nothing had happened.

"What? You've seen more than this," she teased. "Thought it'd make the exam go easier...and I did say part of the deal was giving me a little more private time; I didn't say it wouldn't start now." Patting her stomach, she trailed off invitingly, "By the way, they wanted to try have me carry a baby from each of them, and I have a feeling both eggs took...now'd be a good time to check if it's going to be twins again this time."

Kera gave her another, slower nod. "This is gonna be interesting..."

-----

A month later, a golden retriever drove through the streets to Miss Vertram's house, keeping his eyes on the road while trying to deal with the apprehension he was feeling. His confidence still hadn't completely recovered after that incident last month, and though he was sure he hid it well, he couldn't shake the feeling that the other midwives noticed and held it against him. Today he and Kera were doing a house visit of one of her patients, and he wanted to do it right.

Coming up on the last turn, he slowed to a stop and slapped his palms against his temples. "All right, now get it together, Jeremy. You're about to turn thirty, you're old enough to handle this. You read her history: Nine pregnancies and no major complications. This isn't even her first twin pregnancy. This'll probably be fine too," he coached himself, but he knew that wasn't really what was bothering him. He had the right to do his job in a knowledgeable and professional manner, and he would never complete his training without getting personal experience. But a little acceptance that he could still do those things as a man wouldn't hurt anyone.

Running through a reminder of what he could say if Miss Vertram took issue with things, he made the final turn and pulled into the driveway beside Kera's car. Kera got out of her car to greet him as he showed up. "Hi, Jeremy. Any trouble getting here?" she asked.

"Nope, none," he replied, putting on a smile as he stepped out. "So, we're right on time. How about we get started?"

With a nod back, Jeremy got Kera's bag of supplies out and they headed to the front door. After a ring of the doorbell, a woman's voice called from inside, "Come on in."

"Say," Jeremy asked his teacher as they stepped inside, "I get that she's a veteran of this, but you've known her for a while. I never asked, what's she like? As a person, I mean."

"I think you're gonna like her. She's got a great attitude and she's very open minded," Kera said confidently. They turned to the side as they heard someone descending a staircase. "So just relax. You got this."

"Right." As someone stepped into view, he said calmly, "Hello, Miss- ubuh?"

His attempt at an introduction was cut short when he saw who just walked in. Wearing a bathrobe and scrubbing her hair dry with a towel, the panther seemed either happily ignorant or secretly delighted at silencing the trainee. She had the robe belted above her waist, which let her gently rounded belly poke through the opening, and while he caught a glimpse of panties underneath, that was more than likely the only other thing she was wearing.

Speaking of her lower half, while Miss Vertram wasn't particularly chesty, he opened his mouth to try to introduce himself again and was silenced again when she rested her hands on her hips, letting the robe part to show off her wide...well, crude though the term might be, calling them "childbearin' hips" was very accurate. She seemed to see, and like, what effect she was having on him, adding a little wiggle to her step as she approached him.

"Sorry about this, must've lost track of time and wanted to get a shower in. You must be that nice fella Kera told me about," she purred at the dog.

Blinking to come back to his senses, he cleared his throat. "Ahem, uh, yes, I think I am. She told you I was a guy?"

"Hmmm," she hummed, tapping her chin, "I guess. She said she was bringing a student. I must not've been listening to that part about a guy or something. That or it didn't matter to me that much."

This was...not what Jeremy was expecting, but it wasn't a bad start at all. "Er, anyway," he extended a hand for her to shake, "it's nice to meet you, Miss Vertram." She reached for his hand as he said, "I'm-"

He was interrupted yet again when she reached past his hand to gently pull his wrist as she took another step forward to give him a hug. "Now now, call me Morgana. Let's be friends," she said with a soft purr.

Momentarily silenced by the affectionate gesture, he couldn't help but let his tail wag as he stammered, "Uh, y-yeah, okay...Morgana."

"Okay, Morgana...you can let him go now, I'm kinda gonna need him back today," Kera said a bit impatiently.

She released him from the hug, giggling at him. "I already know we're going to get along great," she chirped.

Despite still being a little unsure what to think, Jeremy chuckled back, having a feeling she was right.

Life Lessons
An experienced midwife pairs a professional surrogate friend of hers with one of her trainees.

I was introduced to by a mutual friend of ours about a year ago, and we hit it off almost instantly. After a while of him telling me about a character of his, a black panther (jaguar) professional surrogate named Morgana Vertram, I wanted to write a little something about her as a little gift and also to keep my writing muscles in shape during a time when I wasn't doing very much, especially after he gave me the idea of what animal Kera would be in a non-Pokemon world.

For a picture of Morgana (which involves her being topless, take note): www.furaffinity.net/view/18904…

Morgana belongs to .
Other characters and story by me.

Tags: Clean, pregnancy, pregnant, swan (F), black panther (F), golden retriever (M), slice of life

Description
[Tags: Clean, pregnancy, pregnant, swan (F), black panther (F), golden retriever (M), slice of life]

Kera leaned back in her chair at the birth center, drumming her fingers atop her desk. It was almost time for her to show up: Her friend, her favorite patient, her...well, other things she couldn't tell just anyone for professional reasons. With how feral birds and cats get along, one might think it odd that a cardinal-fathered swan would look forward to a visit from a black panther. Those people had never met Miss Morgana Vertram.

Chuckling, Kera opened the folder she had on the side of her desk for another review of its contents. Morgana Vertram, 31-year-old black panther, professional surrogate and damn good at it. Currently about twelve weeks into pregnancy number ten, this time carrying for a lesbian cheetah couple who wanted kids but were both put off by the idea of being pregnant and were wealthy enough to have another option. That's right, pregnancy ten! "Surrogate" wasn't a good enough word for it anymore, not after that many times, not with how natural she looked while doing it, and not with how uncomplicated her pregnancies and births were most of the time.

But Morgana had experience even before she made this her life's work. Flipping a page in, Kera skimmed the notes from her medical history combined with her memories of their conversations over the last several years. Her first child was born when she was 15, a result of the rarely-good combination of teenage curiosity and feelings of being invincible. At least Morgana agreed that that was probably too young, but that was life. "That was life," indeed, as she found out that even when she was still an adolescent, she loved being pregnant. Oh, her classmates, teachers, and even family didn't agree with her, but she took it all in stride and relished the experience.

Then Morgana made another amazing discovery she'd been curious about. When the time came to have her baby, she was a natural at giving birth, too...and if even half of Morgana's own recollections were to be believed, it was one amazing show. See, Kera had seen for herself that for all its reputation, birth could be an empowering and even enjoyable experience; she'd dedicated her life to that proposition, after all. But they sure didn't call it "labor" or "the pain of childbirth" for nothing, either. It was a rare treat when the mother truly said she enjoyed it as it was happening.

Morgana, on the other hand, went a step beyond "enjoying." Giving birth was sexually arousing for her. Orgasmic, even. In her own words...actually, Kera didn't want to think of the story Morgana told her of her first birth now that she had an appointment coming up, but she made quite a scene that first time in her teens, and it wasn't from begging for drugs either. In Morgana's births Kera had been privileged to attend since moving here, that held true as time went on.

That first child was adopted out, and for several years the whole thing was a pleasant memory for the panther, until she was in college and found out there were people who were willing to pay nicely for the services of a woman like her, and that was that. She didn't just forget about her babies, either; she checked up on them once in a while, sent them things on their birthdays, and tried to do something unique for each delivery so the births were as special as the pregnancies, which was nice since she also recorded all her births, with the exception of her first few deliveries.

Kera didn't know whether she had a body that worked the way it did because of nature, a higher power, the panther's own state of mind...her favorite pizza topping could factor into it for all she knew. Morgana herself didn't know why she was like this either. She wasn't a masochist, and she still felt the pain, but her body and brain reacted totally differently than from any other kind of pain. Kera guessed the most medical explanation she could put it in was that all the right hormones were going on full blast, but whatever the case, Morgana Vertram was a woman who found her calling.

With another chuckle, she muttered in a voice imitating a line from one of her favorite movies, "Most people think Morgana is a woman of loose morals. She just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. She'd be right at home as the head priestess of a fertility goddess. Or the central figure of one of their mystery cults, welcoming the faithful into their new lives. Men and women alike woulda tossed themselves at her back then." Her grin widened as she added, "And I probably woulda been her handmaiden or something."

Noting the time, the swan stood up and stretched her arms. Morgana was never late for one of their appointments, and Kera was similarly loathe to keep her waiting. Stepping to the door, she paused as footsteps approached to let whoever was coming pass by. To her pleasant surprise, the woman she was waiting for came into view, looking as happy to see Kera as the other way around.

"Hi, Morgana," Kera greeted her with a handshake, only to instead be pulled into a hug.

"Hi, Kera," the feline purred.

After they parted, Kera led her out of the office area and to the private rooms. "So, this is number..." she counted on her fingers, "nine?" she teased.

Shaking her head, Morgana patted her stomach, which had yet to firm up from pregnancy and was still mostly paunch from being pregnant so many times. "If you mean baby nine, nope. Passed that years ago. Now I'm on pregnancy ten," she said proudly.

"Hahaha...I'm a midwife and I still don't know how you do it," Kera laughed as they headed into a room.

Giving her a knowing smile, Morgana replied, "You know my website. You must've watched all my videos by now...including the pregnancy v-logs. I'm sure you can figure out some kinda step-by-step by now." She must have seen Kera blush a little as she closed the door, adding, "I already know how much of a fan you are of the, shall we say, last step."

"Hmhm, you know me," Kera said. That reminded her of something, and as Morgana sat down on the bed, she remained standing. "Y'know, that's right, you do know me. But...how would you feel about seeing someone who isn't me?"

Morgana cocked her head. "You are my favorite midwife, but what do you mean?"

"The thing is..." Kera crossed her arms in thought, needing a moment before saying, "I'm not required to ask this, I could just tell you and if there's a problem we'll have to work it out, but here's my question. A fresh new midwife joined us not long ago, and things haven't been as good as I'd hoped." Pacing back and forth, she continued, "Not because this person is lacking in education or professionalism, but there is a thing that other people have a problem with, and that is...he's a man."

The panther didn't react much, other than a bit of her smile returning. Kera wondered if she already knew what she was going to ask. "Oh?" she said simply, inviting Kera to go on.

"As it says on our website and pamphlets, 'Helping Hands Birth Center does not discriminate against sexual or gender identity,'" she quoted, "and that applies to staff as well as patients. He's mostly been working with me, so I can vouch for him, but some patients have been...well, I think you can see where I'm going." Her brow furrowing in irritation, she said, "There was even an incident the other week where we almost had to let a new patient go because she was so opposed to it she threatened to take her business elsewhere. She got talked out of it, but we still had to make it clear that if she couldn't accept it, that was her problem, not ours, which also means not his."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Morgana said sympathetically. "If you say he's good at his job, I have plenty of reasons to believe you."

"Ugh, I'm sorry for dumping that on you, you didn't need to know that, but it's just so frustrating," Kera complained, stopping her pacing and clearing her throat to speak calmly again. "Anyway, he handled it fine, but I can see the difference between when people have a problem with him and when they don't. So. Would you have any issues with working with a male midwife who's just gotten licensed? As in, physically and mentally male?"

Her friend smiled softly and shook her head. "I have no problem with it at all. If a man wants to help a woman have a baby, let him," she replied.

She smiled back in relief. "I hoped you'd feel that way. I'll have him handle your next checkup and we'll see how it goes."

Morgana's smile took on a more flirtatious look. "But let me ask you a question back. Is he ready for me?"

Kera already knew where this was going. "Yeah...um...do me a little favor. I'm pretty sure he's straight...pretty sure...but I don't think pregnancy's a kink for him. But either way, don't come on too strong or you might just make him more nervous." She gave Morgana a begging gesture with her hands. "Please?"

She giggled, rubbing her belly. "No guarantees, but I promise not to bite. Of course, hmhm, what might help is if you wouldn't mind giving me a little more personal time in his place," she purred, her tail flicking.

"Oh dear...what kind of deal have I gotten myself into?" Kera worried playfully, both of them laughing at her agreement. "Speaking of...let's get this going." Turning to get a few papers from a desk drawer to write her notes on, she asked, "So, meanwhile, what've you been up to lately?"

"For a start, it was little Anna's birthday last week."

"Ah, that sounds nice. How old's she now?"

"Finally hit the big one-oh," she said proudly. "Had a great party, all her friends were there, we had so much fun."

Kera nodded as she moved to the sink to wash her hands. Anna was Morgana's second child and her first official surrogacy contract. She was also the only one of her children who lived close enough that Morgana could see her and her father in person regularly. "She's in the double digits now, hm? Not sure she's really 'little Anna' anymore."

"I know. But when one of your kids is named after you, it's a habit that's hard to shake," the panther said wistfully.

Nodding, Kera turned to face her. "I guess- wha?" In the time she had been turned around, Morgana had silently pulled her dress off and underwear and was sitting nude on the bed, still smiling at Kera as if nothing had happened.

"What? You've seen more than this," she teased. "Thought it'd make the exam go easier...and I did say part of the deal was giving me a little more private time; I didn't say it wouldn't start now." Patting her stomach, she trailed off invitingly, "By the way, they wanted to try have me carry a baby from each of them, and I have a feeling both eggs took...now'd be a good time to check if it's going to be twins again this time."

Kera gave her another, slower nod. "This is gonna be interesting..."

-----

A month later, a golden retriever drove through the streets to Miss Vertram's house, keeping his eyes on the road while trying to deal with the apprehension he was feeling. His confidence still hadn't completely recovered after that incident last month, and though he was sure he hid it well, he couldn't shake the feeling that the other midwives noticed and held it against him. Today he and Kera were doing a house visit of one of her patients, and he wanted to do it right.

Coming up on the last turn, he slowed to a stop and slapped his palms against his temples. "All right, now get it together, Jeremy. You're about to turn thirty, you're old enough to handle this. You read her history: Nine pregnancies and no major complications. This isn't even her first twin pregnancy. This'll probably be fine too," he coached himself, but he knew that wasn't really what was bothering him. He had the right to do his job in a knowledgeable and professional manner, and he would never complete his training without getting personal experience. But a little acceptance that he could still do those things as a man wouldn't hurt anyone.

Running through a reminder of what he could say if Miss Vertram took issue with things, he made the final turn and pulled into the driveway beside Kera's car. Kera got out of her car to greet him as he showed up. "Hi, Jeremy. Any trouble getting here?" she asked.

"Nope, none," he replied, putting on a smile as he stepped out. "So, we're right on time. How about we get started?"

With a nod back, Jeremy got Kera's bag of supplies out and they headed to the front door. After a ring of the doorbell, a woman's voice called from inside, "Come on in."

"Say," Jeremy asked his teacher as they stepped inside, "I get that she's a veteran of this, but you've known her for a while. I never asked, what's she like? As a person, I mean."

"I think you're gonna like her. She's got a great attitude and she's very open minded," Kera said confidently. They turned to the side as they heard someone descending a staircase. "So just relax. You got this."

"Right." As someone stepped into view, he said calmly, "Hello, Miss- ubuh?"

His attempt at an introduction was cut short when he saw who just walked in. Wearing a bathrobe and scrubbing her hair dry with a towel, the panther seemed either happily ignorant or secretly delighted at silencing the trainee. She had the robe belted above her waist, which let her gently rounded belly poke through the opening, and while he caught a glimpse of panties underneath, that was more than likely the only other thing she was wearing.

Speaking of her lower half, while Miss Vertram wasn't particularly chesty, he opened his mouth to try to introduce himself again and was silenced again when she rested her hands on her hips, letting the robe part to show off her wide...well, crude though the term might be, calling them "childbearin' hips" was very accurate. She seemed to see, and like, what effect she was having on him, adding a little wiggle to her step as she approached him.

"Sorry about this, must've lost track of time and wanted to get a shower in. You must be that nice fella Kera told me about," she purred at the dog.

Blinking to come back to his senses, he cleared his throat. "Ahem, uh, yes, I think I am. She told you I was a guy?"

"Hmmm," she hummed, tapping her chin, "I guess. She said she was bringing a student. I must not've been listening to that part about a guy or something. That or it didn't matter to me that much."

This was...not what Jeremy was expecting, but it wasn't a bad start at all. "Er, anyway," he extended a hand for her to shake, "it's nice to meet you, Miss Vertram." She reached for his hand as he said, "I'm-"

He was interrupted yet again when she reached past his hand to gently pull his wrist as she took another step forward to give him a hug. "Now now, call me Morgana. Let's be friends," she said with a soft purr.

Momentarily silenced by the affectionate gesture, he couldn't help but let his tail wag as he stammered, "Uh, y-yeah, okay...Morgana."

"Okay, Morgana...you can let him go now, I'm kinda gonna need him back today," Kera said a bit impatiently.

She released him from the hug, giggling at him. "I already know we're going to get along great," she chirped.

Despite still being a little unsure what to think, Jeremy chuckled back, having a feeling she was right.

Life Lessons
An experienced midwife pairs a professional surrogate friend of hers with one of her trainees.

I was introduced to by a mutual friend of ours about a year ago, and we hit it off almost instantly. After a while of him telling me about a character of his, a black panther (jaguar) professional surrogate named Morgana Vertram, I wanted to write a little something about her as a little gift and also to keep my writing muscles in shape during a time when I wasn't doing very much, especially after he gave me the idea of what animal Kera would be in a non-Pokemon world.

For a picture of Morgana (which involves her being topless, take note): www.furaffinity.net/view/18904…

Morgana belongs to .
Other characters and story by me.

Tags: Clean, pregnancy, pregnant, swan (F), black panther (F), golden retriever (M), slice of life