Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 21

Ruma slumped foward on the table, that machine always caused her to feel really weak after. She rolled a bit on the cool metal table. She waited for Vassenhilo to release her as he often did after this but he didn't.

She looked over at him and he seemed to be calculating something- something important. Ruma shakily stood up off the table, than crawled over to him. Curious on what he was doing.

"You are up quicker than normal; that is good. I don't need to call one of the guards to carry you." Vassenhilo said still looking at his screen. His long flowing fingers quickly pressed several buttons around the screen. The computer started generating numbers for him.

It wasn't until they popped up on screen did Ruma realize what he was calculating.

"Sooner than I expected." he clicked. "Only three days." he looked at Ruma with what would be his races version of a smile.

"Why are you wanting to know that?" she asked, as she hid her own worry.

"Your cycle? Because I think it has been long enough, you should have another litter see what we get from them this time."

Ruma slowly moved away. Vassenhilo went back to his computer and she used this to leave, heading back to her tower. She stopped at the door that lead up it.

Stand so still, even a statue couldn't match. As she looked up a tear dropped from her eye. She quickly wiped them away then headed into the elevator. She shook herself about and stepped out on her floor. Passing by Deon's room he wasn't there so she went on to her room were he was.

Ruma perked up a bit that he had chosen to stay in her room when she left. She trotted in and then stood on both legs, as she came around his side.

"You were gone awhile," Deon said looking as if whatever bothered him was no longer bothering him.

"I was. I'm sorry," she started to think, "I should help find you something to do so your not so bored if I have to leave." she carefully reached out to stroke his arm, he allowed her. In fact he even moved the chair back to allow her on his lap. Which she graciously excepted.

Deon was not interested in her statement about helping him find something. He stayed quiet and just sort of stared at the ceiling. Ruma laid her head on his chest with a bated breath. He didn't shove her away, he instead reached his hand up and started stroking her hair.

She tried to contain her excitement. But slipped as she let a 'Burrr' sound of joy. He stopped for a moment, but it was only a quick moment then continued.

"What do you think I am to you?" Deon asked, looking down at her.

She looked up, she shook her head no she didn't want to answer. She wanted to cuddle her brude, and forget about the day.

"Answer me or get off of me."

Ruma snapped up, she felt tears form. She wanted a break from the day.

Deon got this dark stern look to him. "Well? What do you think I am?"

She hesitated but then spelt out the words. "My Brude Male?" as she answered he stood up causing her to fall on the floor and walk out.

Ruma whimpered, and quickly chased after him, by the time she got to her door, he was in his and slaming it shut. She got the message. Her lip trembled, but everything was going so well, her legs became weak so she dropped from two to all fours, the crawled away, sitting down on her knees.

Her growing whimpers just as quickly turned into whines as tears filled and drained from her eyes. She couldn't understand why everything bad had to happen all in one day. She moved under her bed and curled into a ball.

That is where she stayed until the next morning.