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Post by Zenjesi on May 28, 2024 18:42:13 GMT -6
![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/pachee/offspring/zenjesijack_2.png) x ![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/pachee/offspring/zenjesievainmoire_1.png) Kalo x Rosa
10/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 1, 2024 11:18:22 GMT -6
Never before had Zenjesi attempted a Pachee breeding on their own. In theory, it would not be difficult. The Pachee themselves did the majority of the 'work' and all that was required of Zenjesi was to transport them to the center and to the provide the necessary berries. Yet somehow they suspected they would find a way to do something incorrectly. They supposed there was paperwork involved. Typically the other party handled those matters, or at least took the lead, and merely necessitated a signature from the satyr.
Did they know how to do it? What were the penalties if they did it improperly? Could the offspring be revoked? Would they be fined? All of these thoughts mired in Zenjesi's mind as they stood stock still down the street from the breeding center. They had paused for a few seconds for passing traffic and become lost in their musings instead. How long had they been lingering here? But the Pachee would not allow them to forget themselves for long.
Rosa, as they had known to expect, was boundlessly energetic. She was harnessed quite snugly. Kalo was a newer addition, and they were quickly discovering that he, too, possessed a good deal of energy.
Zenjesi: 0.05 Rosa: 1.2 / 3.2 Kalo: 0.2 / 2.2
Breeding: 1/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 1, 2024 17:17:50 GMT -6
He was like a flighty songbird, his attention darting from subject to subject every instant. As each Pachee was harnessed separately and each contained via a short leash in each of Zenjesi's hands, they had a modicum of control over the situation. It was a relief to them now that Kalo had not inherited his mother's wings. They could only imagine what their struggles would entail then. As it was, the Pachee were continually attempting to access each other. The satyr had resorted to holding them each out at arm's length, with their own body acting as a sort of barrier between the Pachee. Now they understood why others brought theirs in carriers. Their arms were growing quite tired.
Best not to delay any further. They resumed their approach towards the breeding center. Three steps were all they managed before Rosa darted between their hooves and they stumbled. Blessedly, no Pachee were kicked or otherwise damaged in the process of their tripping, though they did end with the leash tangled around their ankle, and the Pachee within reach of one another. The satyr hissed, scrambling and struggling to extricate themselves and their pets before something occurred in the front lawn.
Zenjesi: 0.1 Rosa: 1.4 / 3.4 Kalo: 0.4 / 2.4
Breeding: 2/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 1, 2024 17:30:43 GMT -6
All the Pachee had managed was a sniff of each other before they were separated once again, and Zenjesi let out a small sigh of relief. It did raise a question: why did breedings like this one need to be done at this particular center? Was it a matter of paperwork, and thus tracking and genealogy? The Labs did seem fond of those things. Well, that was an understatement. The Labs seemed fond of control in general, and that was another string of musings all its own.
The satyr shook their head, a physical act intended to clear their mind. The door to the breeding center stood before them. Now, they would just need to complete the simple task of opening the door without tangling any Pachee or allowing their arms to lower. Zenjesi looked like an odd and slightly distressed living statue, as they stiffly bent at the knees to grasp the door handle with their arms locked at the elbow. They shuffled backwards, hooves scuffing on the cement as the door crept open an inch at a time. Then a careful pivot... And of course Rosa refused to enter the building. She was far more interested in the present company.
Zenjesi: 0.15 Rosa: 1.6 / 3.6 Kalo: 0.6 / 2.6
Breeding: 3/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 1, 2024 17:57:47 GMT -6
Naturally, the linoleum floors and fluorescent lights were far less appealing to a Pachee than another of her kind and the scents of grasses and flowers. They sighed, then carefully nudged a hoof underneath her abdomen, scooping and depositing her inside. Immediately, she attempted to dart back out through the doorway, so Zenjesi all but lunged forward to stop her. This resulted in them accidentally releasing their grip on the door. Their forehead collided with it as it began to swing shut and it was only stopped by their knee. They stood there again, stuck in what was now a doubly awkward position with their head throbbing while Pachee weaved a web of leashes between their legs.
The worker was no doubt staring at them and the scene that they were creating, but there was no time to worry about that. The satyr braced the door with one hoof while they squatted down, pushing Pachee apart with their hands. Kalo was marginally less entwined than his female compatriot, so they took advantage of this by scooping him off of the ground altogether. Rosa jumped up with the intent of also landing in the satyr's arms. Thankfully, Pachee legs were designed for no such thing.
Zenjesi: 0.2 Rosa: 1.8 / 3.8 Kalo: 0.8 / 2.8
Breeding: 4/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 6, 2024 18:17:03 GMT -6
"Ah! Behave yourself," Zenjesi hissed down to her. Now they clung to Kalo a bit desperately, as it seemed that keeping him under control would be their key to managing any of this. Again, they began to shuffle step, nudging Rosa an inch at a time. With how the Pachee had wrapped themselves around the satyr's legs, an inch or two at a time was really all they could safely manage anyway. All the while, the door pressed into their back and the harnesses and leashes scraped along the glass. Halfway through this process, Kalo discovered the vines in Zenjesi's braid and began attempting to extract it.
Then, at long last, they were inside. The door shut with a final, blessed click. The satyr took another momentary pause while the worker attempted to make himself appear busy, rather than acknowledge them. They heaved a sigh, then resumed the awkward tapping up to the counter. Paperwork, in comparison to what they were enduring now, seemed a bit less daunting. Several long strands of loose hair were now falling around their face. Kalo fiddled with a strip of vine that he had managed to pry forth. "I require the papers. Please." It was almost a plea.
Zenjesi: 0.25 Rosa: 2.0 / 4.0 Kalo: 1.0 / 3.0
Breeding: 5/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 7, 2024 19:57:26 GMT -6
Thankfully, it seemed the man's earlier "distraction" meant that he had them readily on hand. Zenjesi supposed it was not particularly difficult to assume why they were there. The Pachee seemed keen on making it abundantly clear as well. Carefully, the satyr set Kalo down on the counter. Rosa was pawing at their deer-like legs. The claws on her little hands were not sharp, exactly, but the continual sensation was distracting. Zenjesi reached for a pen. Kalo began to chirp out a repetitive chorus of "Chee! Chee! Chee!" The satyr felt their vision beginning to tunnel in as they grew progressively more overwhelmed.
A few moments later, they passed the paperwork back to the employee. They were not sure what they had written, but there was no time to review it. They did not move. It was not as if they could possibly manage to move at this point anyway. Kalo's hands too had begun to work on Zenjesi's loose hair. They suspected that the small roots on the underside of each paw may have begun to weave themselves around one strand. This was a debacle. Rosa had begun to call a response back up to the male Pachee that was out of her reach.
Zenjesi: 0.3 Rosa: 2.2 / 4.2 Kalo: 1.2 / 3.2
Breeding: 6/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 7, 2024 20:44:26 GMT -6
Zenjesi looked on to the employee with building desperation. Was their handwriting illegible in their frenzy? But finally, he nodded his approval. The stamp landed on the bottom of the page. A numbered key was passed to Zenjesi. Kalo raised his tail, preparing to thump it on the countertop in response to Rosa's incessant noises. With a reflex they were not even aware they possessed at this threshold of mental exhaustion, the satyr snatched it up with one hand, holding it in place. "Please. Wait," they begged of him.
With their free hand, the satyr quickly slipped the key into the pocket of their shorts. It clattered against something plastic. What was that? Zenjesi's tired mind took a moment to comprehend the sound. Ah! It was the little container that held the breeding berries. They had almost completely forgotten about them amidst everything else. This would have all been for naught. But all was not lost yet, though the painful shuffle would now resume. Each Pachee or their leash was carefully grasped, and the trio waddled on down the hallway. At last, the door bearing the correct number came into view. In theory, they could need to repeat the scuffle from mere moments ago.
Zenjesi: 0.35 Rosa: 2.4 / 4.4 Kalo: 1.4 / 3.4
Breeding: 7/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 7, 2024 20:51:43 GMT -6
However, this time there was far less concern about the Pachee intermingling. Zenjesi lingered, sparing one more glance backwards down the hall towards the front desk. They could not see the employee's face from here. Surely that meant he could not see them either. If a slight mishap were to occur in the hallway... No. This process involved pollen, and that was not always so readily contained, nor easily wiped away without more supplies. There would be evidence. They would need to be careful. Zenjesi drew a steadying breath. They reached into their pocket. The moment they released their hold of Rosa's leash, she threw herself to the floor and began to writhe against the harness.
The key was pressed against the lock. No! It was upside down! Kalo began to squirm wildly, tossing all of the hair he had pulled free from the satyr's braid into their face. Of course, this obscured their vision. They shook their own head, but it was no use. He began to pull against the back of their head. What was left of their braid worked as an effective handhold, and he managed to break free of Zenjesi's grasp. But the lock clicked. The door swung inward.
Zenjesi: 0.4 Rosa: 2.6 / 4.6 Kalo: 1.6 / 3.6
Breeding: 8/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 7, 2024 20:56:35 GMT -6
Never did the satyr expect that something to simple as the direction that a door opened would provide them with such relief, but here they were. Kalo's leash was snared around their arm, and he was presently dangling against their back. Naturally, this threw him into somewhat of a panic, all four feet scrabbling against Zenjesi's capelet. Yet ironically, this was the most control they had had over the situation the entire time. Now, both Pachee were so completely entangled that they were rendered incapacitated. Zenjesi chuckled weakly, then took a few tiny steps over the threshold. Rosa, by this point, was left to slide on her side along the floor.
The door slamming shut behind them was the second greatest relief. Carefully, Zenjesi lifted their legs from the snares of the leashes, and quickly unclipped Rosa from her harness. This motion allowed Kalo to clamber up onto Zenjesi's shoulder, and they caught him just before he was to throw himself to the ground. He, too, was unharnessed in a simple moment. Both Pachee were left on the floor, and Zenjesi hurried to reach into their pocket, pulling forth the box of berries. They stooped, opening and offering it to Rosa.
Zenjesi: 0.45 Rosa: 2.8 / 4.8 Kalo: 1.8 / 3.8
Breeding: 9/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 7, 2024 21:03:34 GMT -6
The Pachee had been about to touch noses once more, but the presentation of the fragrant berries distracted both of them. Kalo would not allow Zenjesi to find rest just yet, as he attempted to sneak a paw into the container. They held him at leg's length with one hoof. He cheeped in irritation, but Rosa did not pay him much mind, scooping the familiar fruits out and beginning to mash them between her paws. The satyr counted to ten, then collapsed backwards on the floor, thoroughly exhausted. Had this been more stressful than the journey into the wilds with Ruevel? Without a doubt. Never again would they attempt this without some proper Pachee containment systems in place.
But it was over. In a moment, the Pachee would be able to complete the task they had been so desperate to see to during the journey. Then, if there was any mercy to be had, they would be placid and calm on the journey home. Zenjesi closed their eyes for a breath, then opened them again. Both Pachee were sniffing around opposite corners of the room, completely disinterested in one another. The satyr let out another snort of helpless amusement. At least the room's decor included a few pillows. Perhaps a nap was in order.
Zenjesi: 0.5 Rosa: 3.0 / 5.0 Kalo: 2.0 / 4.0
Breeding: 10/10
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Post by Silver on Jun 16, 2024 18:14:13 GMT -6
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