The Little Biter

Uh Oh

Mondays...Kelsey hated Mondays. Always had, always will. Awakening to her obnoxious alarm, she slowly sat up and looked around the room. It was quiet, too quiet. Concerned, she made her way over to Y/n's crib and found that he was missing. Bursting out of her room and searching the house, she found her father hiding just outside the kitchen. Taking a spot on the other side of the doorway, she saw him point at the wall with a smile.

Carefully peaking into the kitchen, Kelsey saw her mother holding Y/n and making silly faces at him with a baby bottle in hand. Singing a lullaby, the matron of the family swayed in place with Y/n in her arms.  "Who's grammy's good little boy? Yes, you are. Yes, you are," she cooed.

Kelsey turned to her father who was holding in a guffaw of laughter, his teeth biting into his lower lip. Kelsey shook her head and continued to watch her mother. After couple minutes pass, the two finally move away from the kitchen.

Getting ready for the day, Kelsey took a shower and got dressed, her amber eyes drawing more attention to her black and amber fur. Her mother watched as she entered the living room with a warm smile on her lips, revealing her sharp canines and eliciting a look of curiosity in Y/n's eyes. She leaned over him as in his seat and watched him reach for her breasts. "Looks like someone's hungry."

Kelsey mother groaned in silence.

Looking into Kelsey's eyes, Y/n's pupils widened and his frown rapidly morphed into a smile. Letting the baby play with her claws for a moment, she noticed how happy he was. "Mommy loves you, sweetie. Behave for grammy."

Letting out a giggle, Y/n reached for Kelsey's face, his tiny fingers brushing against her fur. Licking Y/n's face, Kelsey listened to him giggle loudly before walking through the front door.

Jack walked up to his wife with a smirk. Crossing his arms, he watched her give him annoyed look. "Just so you know, we saw everything this morning."

"Oh, I know. I could hear your stifled laughter on the other side of the wall. I just didn't want to say anything." Jack gave his wife a surprised look as she sauntered her way out of the kitchen, baby in hand with a smirk.

Outside, Kelsey practically jumped onto the bus. As she took her seat, she watched the boys around her give surprised looks. Not knowing what else to do, she simply decided to look out the window. Sitting next to her was her best friend, Grey. Grey was what they would call a total bombshell. With her light grey fur mixed with accents of black and red, she scared off most people, even more so with what she typically hid from everyone else.

Kelsey's hand slowly drifted to Grey's, her grip tightening with light squeezes every few seconds. Moving her crimson orbs over upon her, Grey saw Kelsey's right leg moving rapidly, her paw tapping the bus floor. She scooted toward her friend and moved her furred head onto her clothed shoulder. "Relax."

Leaning into Grey's nape, Kelsey nuzzled deeply into her fur. "Sorry, Grey."

Grey gave her friend's hand a gentle squeeze."You're fine. No need to be nervous. Though, you should know that all the boys can smell you."

Kelsey's eyes widen in surprise. "Smell me how? What about you?"

"You smell like you've just had a baby, Kels." Grey was blunt, always had been.

Kelsey gave Grey a mortified look. She'd taken in a baby, but not given birth. Grey nodded with an awkward smile. "You know I've always used protection, especially with you. And you know I've haven't had the time to have a baby."

Grey gave nod saying, "true, but no one else knows that."

Kelsey felt bad, knowing what would happen if others got a little too handsy. Perhaps she had taken one too many freedoms during her escapades with Grey. However, the worst was yet to come. Most of the day was actually quite uneventful for her. Thanking God in silence, she found herself in the last class of the day.

Mrs. Cox sat in her chair at her desk, her white feathers flittering.

"Must be nerves," Kelsey said to herself.

As the last students entered the classroom, Mrs. Cox finally stood up and started the lesson. It was sometime during the lesson while taking notes when Kelsey found a heavy weight pulling on her chest.  As her mind drifted to the thought of Grey and their recent date the other night.

Fantasizing about Grey had recently become one of Kelsey's favorite activities. However, she found herself quickly pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the teacher clear her throat.

"Sorry, Mrs. Cox."

"It's not me you should worried about, Miss L/n." The anthropomorphic chicken pointed to her chest.

By the time she realized what Mrs. Cox was saying, she felt her nipples grow cold and look down. Much to her horror, she saw two dark spots. Looking around at the other students, she'd never bolted out of a room with such speed in her entire life.

One of the boys looks up at the teacher. "I don't think that was necessary, Mrs. Cox."