"H-Honey, are you sure about this? I feel nervous... I've never done something like this in public before!" Claire's voice had an anxious, yipping quality to it as she clutched at her husband's sleeve.
Frank suppressed the snippy retort that rose to his mind, as he considered how this had all been her idea in the first place. Biting his tongue, the wide man patted the square of Claire's slender back, ruffling her gym attire. His grip rose to reassuringly massage the scruff of her furred nape. He spoke in a calming tone, "It'll be fine, everyone's there for the exact same reason as you-- us. This is... this is all about learning, right?" The concerned man looked down into the slitted amber eyes of his beloved, still noting the plaintive concern lingering in her vulpine expression. He continued on assuaging her, "The trainer here, Marjorie, she's legendary! We're lucky to even get a spot in this class, and the fee's not refundable, so let's just have a good time, okay?"
The fox woman looked up at her human husband, still bearing an emotional expression. She extended her snout towards his chin, bumping her nose to it slightly, before drawing her muzzle down under his jaw and hugging him up close. "Okay, I'll be brave!" her squeaky voice now had a chirp of positivity to it. Claire's overcome shyness helped Frank's own nerves, considering his apprehensions about the whole event. It wasn't just the price-tag that had him griping, his wife's special... 'proclivities' were something that he had always simply endured, never savored. The human man wasn't sure he was exactly comfortable with the idea of his precious vixen becoming even more proficient at it, under this 'Marjorie' lady's expert tutelage.
The unbirthing training center interior was decorated with expensive, high-fashion art and upholstery. The cloying smell of scented candles made Frank wrinkle his mustached nose, but Claire seemed to be calmed by the expertly selected aromatics. As soon as they stepped towards the main desk, a perky wolf girl in a white, nurse-like uniform regarded them with a slight bow. The desk wolf's yellow eyes scanned between the human and his fox wife, Frank hoping his wife didn't the momentary side-eye the bitch shot their way. However, the rep's professional, husky tone bordered on the cultish, as she smoothly introduced them to the center, "Salutations! Namaste, welcome to the Lamaze Unbirthing Center, we are made greater by your bountiful presence. Are you here for our 2:00 session? You should get started on the paperwork right away, if that's the case." With that, the tall lupine girl handed them a docket of releases and medical forms, all pertaining to Claire's health and condition.
Frank spoke up, "Hey, but uh, I thought we filled those forms out online already?"
The desk woman waved away his concerns with a paw, "Those were the preliminary forms. Considering the trying physical nature of this very special and sacred event, we're going to need a full liabilities waiver. That includes that you acknowledge and release your HIPAA rights to privacy, if the center should decide to use this session for advertising purposes." After handing over the bundle of papers and a pen, the attendant added, "Could you sign the forms? I'd like to give Claire here a tour of our facilities to prepare her for the upcoming learning journey she's about to embark upon."
Frank hunched over in the waiting room chair, scribbling into the little boxes as he scanned his mind regarding Claire's medical background history. He guessed a lot of this stuff was just legal ass-covering, so he didn't feel bad bullshitting his way through the bureaucratic papers. However, some of the questions started making the matter-of-fact man feel queasy about everything he and Claire were doing here. Things like 'What is your vaginal circumference?', 'Preferred prey?' and 'Largest prey ever successfully ingested?' had him wishing he'd taken the opportunity to talk his wife out all this when he'd had the chance. Some of the accompanying diagrams made it even worse for him; the vague, non-threatening, cartoony style of the medical depictions were making the obscene process somehow even more lurid.
Finally, when the wolf woman returned with Claire, Frank hoped he had filled out enough documents to appease whatever notary would go over them eventually. Assuredly they wouldn't have time to reach the unfinished portions before their class was already scheduled to be over. Claire had a dreamy expression on her muzzle as she spoke up, "Oh, this place is so wonderful, Frank! They don't just teach the unbirthing, it's like a spa! I saw a--Oh, but look at the time! Here, follow me to Marjorie's teaching studio!" Claire took his wrist in her paw-like hand and led him out to a hallway as the attendant waved them away.
The human male immediately felt uncomfortable and conspicuous as he sat down on a free yoga mat with Claire. There weren't many other couples there, mostly just anthropomorphic women of various species sitting solo, and what pairs were in presence were of similar species, and even gender. Frank realized he was the only human in the room, and that several of the hybrid women were visibly uncomfortable with their inter-species relationship, which he knew always set Claire on edge. Frank's empathy for Claire's persecution insecurities waned, however, when he became fixated on the explicit spectacle in the center of the room.
The room was set-up like a yoga studio, with mats arranged in a circle around a ring of wriggling shapes. Frank realized, with internalized horror, that the squirming forms were bound-up anthropomorphic women of various prey species. They were expertly trussed in revealing BDSM gear, their faces muzzled and limbs tightly tied. He couldn't repress a shudder of revulsion when the focus of their class became undeniably apparent, realizing the fate in store for these poor souls, their muffled cries barely audible from under their gags. Worse, several of their session cohorts noticed his blatant apprehension, and began darkly whispering about the outsider in their midst. Claire looked back at him with a worried expression, prompting Frank to stow his moral upset and support his bashful wife with a pained smile.
The minor commotion was averted as Marjorie's outsized presence made itself known with a joyous, projecting voice, "Respected greetings to you all, my kindred spirits." The wolverine woman made a sweeping gesture of emphasis to the women and couples crowded about her on the circle of mats. "I am Marjorie, and my soul is enlivened to be trusted as your learning guide today. Let me start by saying, just how passionate I am about this subject, and ensuring my fellow woman-warriors are equipped with the necessary medical and technical knowledge to practice safe unbirthing. We are about to partake in a sacred, time-honored sacrament, first bestowed upon us by the graces of mother Gaia herself."
As Marjorie spoke, the toned wolverine woman walked around the room, strutting amidst her seated students, garbed in her chic, native-inspired outfit. The instructor stopped near the room's center, where the restrained girls were arranged, and bent low while explaining, "This bounty of prey represents our fundamental connection the cycles of our Earth Mother, and how we are all bound to each other on the circle of life. Let us take a moment to honor these brave young heroines, and reflect on their valiant sacrifice. It is a blessed thing, to unite together into a great whole through the feminine right of unbirthing." Rather than encouraged by the reverential words, the crowd of tethered victims began wiggling about all the harder. It quickly became clear they were expertly fastened, and could not make any significant protest or progress towards escape.
The human man was visibly pale in the face at the looming prospect of what he was about to witness, though his petite fox wife seemed giddy and restless by his side, nestled under his arm. "Oh, isn't this just so empowering..." Claire murmured out raptly, squeezing her arms tight about his chest. Frank was inwardly trying to leave his body, to mentally disassociate with the predatory, ceremonial musings of this over-paid madwoman. His attention snapped back to the present, however, when Marjorie said out loudly in her gruff, wistful voice, "I shall now guide each of you to your ordained unbirthing mate. If you feel intimidated, please let me know, and an attendant can provide you some of our naturally sourced, non-allergenic lubrication, available for purchase at the front desk store near the exit." With that, the brawny woman began dragging the leather-bound victims towards her seated students, one by one.
The upset human felt every muscle in his body tense while he nervously watched Marjorie dragging the squirming victims to their respective unbirthers. He kept wandering when it was Claire's turn to be 'guided' with her 'unbirthing mate', and when a bucking, young rabbit woman was dragged to their side, Frank had his confirmation. "Oh, wow, feel her fur, it's so soft... God, I'm, really excited Frank. I've always felt like such a klutz with this stuff. I've always worried about, y'know, doing it 'right', but it's so hard to ask questions about unbirthing... and to who? My mother? Yeah right..." But the vixen's husband was numb to her impassioned words, as he stared down at the sad sight of the immobilized leporine lass at his feet.
"Alright, learners. Today's lesson is going to focus on the 'feet-first' Lamaze unbirthing process. Start by grasping your unbirthing mate by their ankles, or have a partner do so for you. Focus, then, on dilating and relaxing your vaginal muscles and diaphragm," Marjorie's wizened-seeming voice intoned, as she strutted about the circle to make sure the predatory women were lining up properly with their victims. Claire shot Frank an expectant look with her big, innocent eyes, and he couldn't help but whimper while reluctantly repositioning the poor rabbit woman for what lay ahead. "Good, excellent-- Wait, no, we're teaching head-first style in a different session, spin your squirrel around, that's it. Good hustle there, but don't be afraid to grip the ankles firmly, we've got some squirmers today. I see you've--Oh."
Marjorie's rotating advising noticeably hitched as she passed by the human-fox couple of Frank and Claire. The wolverine continued on to the next woman seamlessly, but the momentary, pregnant pause was unmistakable. Even though the lights had been dimmed at this point, Frank noticed several dirty looks surrounding them, until turning to see his wife's own dejected, whiskered face looking back at him, close to heartbreak. He felt incensed at that point, and though every part of him struggled with the ethical implications of what he was participating in, he'd made vows to this woman before him, and the way she was being treated sickened him more than anything. He was going to make this a special night for Claire, no matter how uncomfortable it would make himself in the process, if only to spite these judgemental bitches who didn't approve of human-on-anthro woman relationships.
He ignored the desperate trembles of the bound, fluffy prey girl, lining the poor thing up as Claire rolled down her sweatpants. The vixen's face was a conflicting series of passionate expressions, worried and shy one moment, excited and aroused the next. When the rabbit woman's footpads were situated on Claire's vibrant, red, mound of pelvic fluff, all of the reservations had ebbed from the voracious vixen's features, and Frank noticed an unmistakably feral cast to her twinkling gaze. All eyes turned to Marjoie, as she stood in the now-emptied center to intricately explain, "Alright, my kindred womanfolk. This may be daunting for the more timid of you, but the Lamaze unbirthing method proscribes a sudden, forceful insertion to initiate the coupling and vaginal ingestion process. We have a pamphlet discussing our research on the subject, but sufficed to say, the best practice for ensuring the comfort and dignity of both prey and predator should involve a rapid implanting of your prey's feet in a secure, vaginal grip. Let's begin!"
A chorus of muffled squeals and lewd squelching erupted around Frank, as he willed himself not to look around, and stay focused on his dreadful task. He tried to show Claire a brave face, as she prepared her womanly entrance for its voracious task ahead. The human man crouched opposite his fox wife, cradling her leporine prey between his legs as he steadied the rabbit's twitching legs for insertion. Claire had a concentrated expression on her pretty, furred face as she prepped herself, twerking her thighs about slightly to loosen her narrow entrance for the incredible process of engulfing another woman, whole and alive. With a pained, halting breath of resignation, Frank gripped the doomed rabbit's legs and shoved them forward into Claire's waiting snatch forcefully. Immediately, the leporine girl's squeals grew louder, with a now-urgent mewling from under her gag as the human man watched his wife's groin physically gulp around the fluffy footpads, which were plainly visible kicking through the stretching walls of Claire's slurping labia.
"Oh fuuuuuck, here we goooo..." Frank sighed, holding down the squirming creature while he heard the rabbit's squeaking tones accelerate. Though at first, it seemed like Claire could manage to get a tight grip on the rabbit's floofy ankles and calves, her impassioned embrace wasn't strong enough to keep the panicked little creature's ample torso from bobbing out of her pussy lips. Soon enough, Marjorie's wry tone was barking orders from beside them, "Claire, tighten your pelvic grasp! You're letting your prey slip out!" The fox wife obeyed her teacher immediately,