George George
By Donna and Abby

Hadil had been living with Oliver Mellors for quite some time now. She was happy at his bird farm, and watched over the baby birds like a mother hen. Or a pigeon! It hadn't taken them long to become
physically intimate, and of course, Mellors' passion was enough to keep her satisfied. But once the threat from the other side became extreme, he asked her if she didn't think it was time to be having a little one of her own!

Of course, she had been delighted! Now happily pregnant, she was in a nesting mode, which meant that she did not want to leave her home. Normally that would have been fine with Mellors, but now, with a child on the way, he was starting to think that they should make their relationship *official*. He was not normally a traditional man, and had left a wife back in the old world he'd never thought to divorce. But now he thought it might be nice to have a wife and child legitimately.

Since his woman was not willing to go into town, he decided to send for the Vicar. He had heard that if there was a pregnancy involved, there would be no questions asked if the couple wanted to get married. Not that they would ask any, anyway! He had to go into town to get supplies, so while he was there, he dropped by the church. "Would ye mind very much if ye 'ad ter coom ter my place ter do a weddin'?" he asked the Vicar.

Geraldine smiled brightly. "Not at all, chap, not at all! When would you like me to come?"

"Whenever yer Holyship wants," he said humbly. "Yer please yerself."

The Vicar checked her schedule. "Tomorrow would be a grand day. I have a few other visits out there to make anyways. Shall we say 2ish?"

He nodded quickly, then turned and slapped his hat, which he had been turning over and over in his hands, onto his head. Geraldine sighed softly as she watched him go. How she loved the look of that type! But so far, none of them had been attracted to her *that way*. Even Alex, the man who had been so kind to her after her near kidnapping, had made that perfectly clear. Of course, she thought as she went off with a little whistle, that hadn't stopped them from having a one-night stand!

Bright and early the next day, she left Edan to go on her farm visits. This was one of the most enjoyable aspects of her chosen profession. First stop was the Greys where she checked up on the now extremely pregnant Charity, who was doing quite well. They were not marrying until she fulfilled her obligations, but then they were planning it right away! She still had one more to go, but Sam Grey could not help but hope that she could get excused from it, since her first pregnancy had resulted in twins. Also, his type was not exactly flooding the market, like Type A was. Plus, this current baby boom was so extensive, the population would be greatly settled by the time it was over.

Geraldine agreed with him that there was reason to hope in that direction, and then headed on down the road again, this time stopping at the Amish farm. As usual, she enjoyed teasing John Book, and getting teased right back. It was too bad he was already married, otherwise she might have been tempted with him! Book’s wife, Sandi, was totally refusing to have another child, but was confident that her husband would keep her safe. Unlike the Amish, he was more than willing to fight if the need arose! 

The Vicar was invited to eat lunch with them, and since Mellors’ farm wasn't far away, she agreed. Of course, Arista did the cooking, and it was delicious. She was not pregnant, either, but that was because she was also having worries about who the father could be. Needless to say, this was not done in Amish houses.

After having a very delicious lunch, Geraldine headed down to the road to Mellors’ farm. She hadn't been there before, and was a bit surprised to find that instead of being cultivated, it was a very heavily wooded tract of land.

Mellors greeted her outside, before she reached the house. He had a gun over his arm, and a large dog by his side. "Vicar! 'Ow nice ter see ye."

"Nice to see you too, Oliver," she said pleasantly. "Where is the missus? Is everything alright?" She eyed the gun nervously.

"Oh sure." He saw her looking at the gun and said, "I'm a gamekeeper by trade, Miss."

"Of course," the Vicar said. "Shall we proceed with the wedding then?"

"Sure," he said. "I jes gotta wash up. Sorry about this, but somethin' were botherin' the birds, an' I
hadda check, y'know."

"Was it a fox?" Geraldine asked, knowing how proud Mellors was of his birds. 

"No," he said, "it were a man. Livin' up in th' trees!"

"A man in a tree?" she gasped. "Was it Lord Greystoke? He has been known to be seen up in the trees from time to time.”

"Didn't look like er, whadda they call 'em? Type C's?"

"Interesting," Geraldine mumbled to herself as they went inside. 

A short time later, Hadil was Mrs. Mellors. She was content, and so was he. Hadil served the Vicar tea, and after that, Geraldine prepared to leave. He offered to see her to the road, but Geraldine refused. Clucking at her horse, she started her down the trail that led through Mellor's property. She hadn't gotten very far before she had the uncanny feeling she was being watched. Putting the reins in one hand, the Vicar moved the large stick she now carried with her closer to her side. The attack by Jack Grace had certainly put her on her guard. She had heard that he was now on their side, and tried to be charitable, but she was still nervous. Perhaps she should have let Mellors drive her back to town?

A soft *hoo hoo* sound made her look up. There, squatting on a tree branch was a very handsome young man! He was lean and muscled, and except for a brief loincloth, naked as the day he was born! "Oh dear," she said, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't a Type E, but he sure was pretty to look at! Was Bub sending ape men?

He looked at her, his head cocked to one side. "Me George," he called out. "Who you?" 

"Me Geraldine," she said. "You new here?"

"What new mean?" he asked, doing a flying leap from the branch he was on to another. Unfortunately, the vine he was using to swing across on broke, and he smacked into the tree trunk instead. "That hurt," he moaned before he slid to the ground, where he sat there for a moment, shaking his long hair to get the twigs and dried leaves out of it.

She decided he was more of a threat to himself than to her, and a thought occurred to her. "So, you don't know anyone here? Haven't got a . . . woman yet?"

"What woman?" he asked, bouncing to his feet. "Nice zebra you have. Where stripes though? George never see zebra like that." 

"It's a horse," she said. "Don't you know about male and female?"

"Yes, George know ‘bout that. Male do this!" He beat on his chest vigorously while grunting and snarling. "Chase other males away. Impress female. Make baby apes." 

"Then I am female." She grinned at him, thought it seductive, and said, "Have you made many baby apes?"

George shook his head and climbed up into the cart beside her, taking a handful of her hair and smelling it. "No. Ape females think I look funny. You smell better than apes. Like flowers. What this?" He reached out and poked one of her *magnificent* bosoms, as she like to call them. 

"Bosoms," she said proudly. "Ape women don't have those, do they?"

"Little ones," the apeman admitted. "George like bosoms." He gave one a test squeeze. "Soft. Make good place to lay head when sleeping. Better than hard rock on ground!"

"The best," she agreed. "Ape women can't hold a candle to us humans, and you are a human male, you
know." 

"Human?" George said with a frown, like he was trying to remember something from a long time ago. "Yes. Human. Naked ape. No hair." 

"Well, hopefully some," she said, grinning.

He grinned back and beat his chest. "Geraldine be George's mate? It cold here. Need stay warm." 

"Where is George living?" asked Geraldine, who wanted the man, but not living out in the woods! 

"George live tree!" he said proudly. "Come, I show!" He wrapped his arms around her and to her surprise, lifted her off the cart. But he only got about half way before his legs gave out and they both tumbled to the ground in a heap.

"So much for my place or yours,” Geraldine chuckled as she picked herself off the ground to brush off the snow and dirt from her coat. “Come, George, we'll be warm tonight, with hot food and a nice, big, warm bed!"

"Bed?" George asked. "What that?" Geraldine just laughed and took his hand, pulling him back to the
cart. He of course was not sure what the cart did, either, and laughed when the horse took off, pulling it, and him, along with it. 

He stood up behind her, jumping up and down with joy, at least until the cart hit a bump and he fell out! But he laughed as if falling out of things were a daily occurrence and raced after the cart, jumping in easily. 

He was in such lovely shape! Rubbing her hands together, but not because they were cold, she snapped the reins so the horse would go faster! George just laughed even more as the pace increased. He was still standing behind her, but this time he was using her shoulders to hold on to! 

Fortunately, the church was to the north of Edan, the first thing you came to, and it was a little bit
separated from the rest of the town. But it was warm, and she had a nice area for her own inside it.

"Tree house on ground," George said approvingly. "George like. No fall out like he do in old one. Lions
get in house?" 

"No, the only lions around here are friendly," she said, thinking of a few fae with that form. "Come on
in, George, and make yourself comfortable!" She eyed the loincloth with a grin.

She soon found out that George's idea of comfortable was to jump on the furniture and to race around the house, lifting everything up to smell and taste it. "I like house. Is warm. Rain no get in. Show George what bed is now?" 

"This is the bedroom," she said, bringing him into it. "See? Bed."

George of course responded by jumping on the bed "George like bed!" he said with a big grin as he
flopped down, spreading his legs and arms out wide. 

Geraldine hurried over and stood beside the bed. "So do I," she said, and she lifted her shirt to show him what was underneath. 

What he saw made his smile get even bigger. "George really like big bosoms!" 

"Come and get 'em," she said, walking around the bed so he would follow her with his eyes. She liked the adoration.

He jumped up and stood on the bed, beating his chest while yelling at the top of his lungs. The next thing Geraldine knew he was on the floor beside her, and he had swept her up in his arms again. "You George's mate now," he said, tossing her onto the bed. "Right?" 

"Right!" she said, though it came out a little shrill, as she went flying.

"George happy human!" he said, jumping onto the bed on top of her. Geraldine had a brief thought about what her congregation would think if they knew about what she was doing, but she soon was way to busy too worry about it!