Title: Bring Da Heat, Jo oh sama, Faberry Wanna…for the Glee Kink Meme fill by cuchaterrible14 2012-07-22

Author: Ladyfun9

Rating: M, NC-17

Characters/Pairings – Quinn/Rachel with a later Pezberry friendship (why? BECAUSE, damn it).

Kinks: knotting, lactation, quasi-bestiality, much slash.

Warnings: A disclaimer: Um, I had no idea what the hell this kink was all about. However, it was so intriguing I had to give it a shot. Hey, I'm a giver (and a researcher, apparently). I'll give it a first pass and if someone is truly called to this, I will be happy to bequeath as necessary.

Disclaimer: Obvs, I don't own Glee, the characters, lactation, anything to do with Japanese manga, anime, or even Ryan Murphy's cute little hat.

FROM THE GLEE KINK MEME FILL: Were!quinn/Neko!Rachel - AU Princesses, mating, knotting, innocence, G!P, anykink From: cuchaterrible14 2012-07-22 03:22 pm (UTC). Lima's forests are divided by two supernatural kingdom: the Neko Kingdom and the werewolf kingdom. Long ago the kingdoms fought for the forest but now coincide thanks to a treaty written hundreds of years ago. Once every twenty years the Neko king and the were king meet to further discuss the treaty and make any changes if need be. Russell Fabray, King of the Were kingdom, and Hiram Berry, King of the Neko Kingdom, bring their daughters to the treaty meeting hoping they will become friends. When Rachel and Quinn meet they immediately feel a spark. Quinn recognizes quickly that she has just imprinted on the other princess. Russell is ecstatic to say the least, but Hiram is not amused. He thinks the others are joking because Nekos mate to reproduce. Girls don't mate with girls in their kingdom. Cue Russel and Quinn awkwardly telling the Berrys about Quinn's extra package. Unfortunately (or fortunately) The day of the meeting is Rachel's second day of her heat cycle. Quinn tried hard not to jump the other princess in front of their fathers. Right when the meetings over they quickly run to Quinn's room to fornicate. Hope I got someone's juices flowing :DDo want:Quinn knotting.Rachel begging Quinn to just take her and Quinn trying to make it nice and slowMulti chapter story. Appearances from other gleeks. Don't want: Russel and Hiram not accepting them.Leroy. He would mess up the whole mate to reproduce thingNon or dubconBlood/gore Scat and watersports

XOXO

Prolouge.

The night was oddly still.

He heard it. He heard the rustle of the leaves long before he saw the actual movement in the brush. This was, of course, one of the genetic advantages of his bloodline; his highly evolved, cat-like hearing. Sonar-like in its precision.

His second genetic gift, lightening reflexes, would unfortunately soon fail him.

He heard it, before he felt it. He tried to scurry away, in a stealthy leftward maneuver, but it was too late..

"AARghhh!"He wailed, futilely, as he felt a searing pain dig into the flesh of his upper limbs. He felt himself being slammed backwards.

His attempts to roll away, quick as they were, were no match for the strength for the heavy paws laced with sharp talons bearing down upon his shoulders, pinning him flat.

He looked up helplessly at the black figure above him.

It defied conventional understanding; it was the size of a bear, but was clearly a wolf. Its eyes were savage, a fiery red-yellow in hue; in short, it was terrifying. It only became more so as it opened its mouth exposing long sharp canines that gleamed in the sliver of moonlight above.

It spoke.

"And once again," hissed the deep voice above him , "Strength overcomes speed."

"That's only because you're a HUGE tub of lard, Russell."

"A huge tub of lard that has your skinny ass pinned flat, Hiram."

They looked at each other for a moment and burst out laughing. They continued to laugh as they morphed back into their human forms.

The young men stood facing each other, naked, but indifferent to their nakedness as they spoke animatedly in the moonlight.

"How are your kingly lessons going? Are they still as painful as mine?"

"Oh hell, yes. I keep telling my father he can't die. I can't even remember our damn family tree past three generations and my tutor keeps slapping my ass with a silver ruler!"

Hiram laughed until he snorted.

"Does he know that that's just a myth?" Hiram chocked out between laughs.

"Nope. I'm saving it until he really pisses me off. He obviously didn't do his research- its this ridiculous little silver ruler from Tiffany's! Not a bit of quicksilver in it. "

Hiram sat down docily next to his friend and became suddenly quiet.

"Russell, I summoned you early today to meet up for a reason." He said, after a moment.

"Obviously. I assume its not to look at my naked ass."

"Your tub-of-lard-naked ass, to be precise. No, it's not for that."

"What?"

He was silent for a long while.

"I'm afraid our quarterly meetings are going to come to an end soon, unfortunately."

"WHAT?" Russell roared.

Hiram looked at him sadly.

"Yes, my friend. I have this new tutor. He's very creepy, talks in riddles and proverbs. Never a straight answer has come from him…I spend days trying to figure out the lesson and never get it right. But the weird thing is he's known in the Neko kingdom as the "wise one", you know, the seer of the future."

"Woah."

"Yeah, right, huh? And guess what his name is?"

"What?"

"No shit…wait for it….wait for it…Sensai Yoda."

"WHAT?"

"I shit you not."

"Star Wars?"

"Yup."

"That's great! Yoda. Ha! So, furball, what does this have to do with seeing my best friend, even if he is a pussy?"

"Ha ha. That gets funnier every time, ass wipe."

He stopped laughing, and Hiram's eyes became quickly dark.

"Russell, this is serious. He forsees death. Widespread death in both our kingdoms. It is a silent killer Army that he says we won't see, won't understand, and therefore, won't be able to fight; and within a year, this army will take the lives of both of our fathers. Within the year, you and I will both be kings before our twentieth birthday. Rebuilding our kingdoms will take our full efforts…we won't…" his voice choked off.

He steeled his nerves. "We won't have time to do boyish things like this."

Russell took it all in. He spoke , in a direct but quiet tone.

"That may be so, Hiram. But you and I? We are friends till death. You saved my life, I've saved yours. No matter what comes, promise me we will meet once a year, just you and I, on the harvest moon. Here. You are the only person that understands the pressures I'm going through…" His voice trailed off.

He looked to the outskirts of the forbidden land and his eyes flinted with red.

"…and we can pretend we DON'T see each other when we have the official twenty year meeting – the Kaiji – with the parliament of the kingdoms. But Hiram, we will see each other, no matter what. Promise me."

"I promise, Russell. I will be here, next harvest moon. But only once a year, my friend."

They sat quietly.

"Now tell me about this Judy whatshername that has your dick all 'embedded'…"

"IMPRINTED. It's called imprinting, you ass-hat, not embedding."

Hiram snorted.

"God, that's one thing I don't understand about you werewolves. Don't you want to spread your seed? Advance society? You know, engender genetic fitness?"

"And get disease? No thanks. No, we werewolves, when we imprint, we mate…for life."

"Yawn."

Russell slapped Hiram across the back.

They talked through the night, blissfully ignorant of what was to come.

XOXOXO

The black army came.

As Hiram's Sensei had forseen, , it was indeed a deadly army. It was one that was nearly invisible, save for the stench of death it left behind and a wake of disfigured corpses with blackened feet and hands. It came on the backs of fleas, from far away lands; millions of troops of microscopic Yersinia pestis that treated kings and peasants with equal calamity.

Months and months later, when the etiology of the disease was found and quarantined through the mutual efforts of the Shaman Artie in the Were kingdom, and his peer-equivalent in the Neko kingdom, Professor Mike Two Feet, the kingdoms were a shadow of their former populations.

And two new boy-kings were crowned.

XOXOXO

Two years later, at the twenty third running of the Kaiji, the mood was somber. Both parliaments still wore black bands to remember those that were lost.

The boy kings were no longer boys. They had quickly grown into men, and their eyes had an almost haunted look that belied their age. The responsibility of caring for so many weighed heavily upon them.

But there were moment of happiness despite the serious mood.

"Hiram, come meet my lady, Queen Judy."

"Ahh, you are as beautiful as I have heard." Hiram said, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Russell nudged him. He hissed at his friend softly, "Not a chance, lover boy. Remember? Mate. For. LIFE. Capisce?"

"Yeah? Who's having more fun, Russell? Did you see my tent?" he gestured behind himself.

"Oh, the one with three felines and four newborns? Yes, that's hard to miss." He clucked disapprovingly. "Maybe if you could keep one happy, one might stick around! It goes to show… Sometimes size DOES matter, pal."

"Ain't the size of the boat, fido, it's the motion of the ocean that keeps 'em coming back for more."

Russell rolled his eyes.

"Actually, there is one special girl…" Hiram said softly, changing affect abruptly. "Come meet my first born, Russell. She's the most beautiful baby…my Princess Rachel. She's…"

"…Spectacular." Judy finished. She was holding her own baby in her arms. "Come Russell, come see. Princess Lucy simply gooed and gahed at her, she wouldn't shut up."

They walked over together and watched with amusement as the two infants did seem to 'speak' animatedly, almost as though they spoke their own secret baby language.

Princess Lucy reached her long arm out to touch baby Rachel. Rachel's mother appeared from nowhere, gasping.

"Careful!" she screeched. "She is a ..a wolf! She has claws! She might scratch the Princess!"

A voice spoke up.

"Hurt her not, she will. These two will hurt one another not. It is as the old proverb says …the Princesses are destined…they will 'thrust a pole in the flow.'"

Everyone looked confused at the short man that had just spoken.

"You must be Sensei Yoda. I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Russell said.

The teacher nodded. Behind them, unnoticed, Princess Rachel let out a drooling giggle while licking Princess Lucy's finger in greeting, to which Princess Lucy squealed back her delight.

XOXOXO

To be continued…?

You can bet the house that the next Counsel of the Kaiji will be quite different than this one…and will feature two young princesses twenty one years old, getting ready to step into their birthright…until destiny has other things in mind for the ladies...

All thoughts are welcome…(and yes, Lucy IS Quinn.). Of course this is very dry and pedantic. Prolouges ain't juicy.