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“What do you mean you haven’t given them tummy rubs? They’re wolves. They’re fucking puppies! Gods Jaskier, you are stupid.” Yennefer said exasperated. She put down the mug she was drinking tea from and walked over to where Geralt was helping Eskel build a castle with lego bricks. Jaskier sighed. He hadn’t thought about that. Sometimes he forgets the babes are actually… animals. Kind of.
Jaskier had adopted the three wolf witchers almost a month ago. Rescued from a life of abuse, neglect, and getting passed from owner to abuser to pounds to adoption centers to a cushy life full of daddy snuggles and pampering from their Aunty Yen. Each being almost two hundred pounds of muscle and each being a snuggly squishy little baby. Eskel being a bit of a big brother, Geralt’s a bit of a toddler, and Lambert’s Aunty’s favorite kitten.
“Eskel darling, come here. Do you want some tummy scratches?” Yennefer asked as she plopped herself down onto the floor, legs straight out. Eskel cocked his head to the side questioningly. Yennefer patted her lap. Eskel smiled and backed away from the colorful tower in front of him, careful of his wagging tail.
“Here, belly up, please. I’m gonna scratch at your tummy. Pup’s usually like it. Tell me if you want me to stop. Ready?” Yennefer adjusted the hefty large body across her thighs, sliding a pillow under the soft dark hair. Eskel’s eyes were twinkling as he stared up, his tail squished lighty against the living room carpet. Eskel lifted up the plain brown hoodie he had on to show his aunt his scarred well muscled stomach.
Yennefer smiled and placed her hands one on his sternum and one right over his belly button and felt the muscles jump. Eskel looked excited and curious. Right as Eskel lifted his head to see what Yennefer was doing she bumped her hands up so her short dull nails ran up and down his stomach. Eskel let out squeal and tensed. As Yennefer spread her scratches around Eskel turned into jelly in her lap. Eskel let out loud rumbling growly purrs. His ears were flat against his head and his eyes shifted to almost cross. Yennefer giggled a bit.
“Aunty? What doing to Woof?” Geralt asked as he crawled over to look at Eskel who was squirming and panting. Yennefer kept her scratching, running dull nails from the top of his underwear to right under his pecs. She looked up at Geralt’s cute curious face. His hair was somewhat falling out of the ponytail it had been pulled up in, framing his face prettily.
“I’m scratching his tummy. Feels good, huh, Cutie pie!” Yennefer said in a high silly sounding voice to the panting baby who now had his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Eskel didn’t even acknowledge that anything was going on other than the wonderful perfect sensation that was flooding his systems that made him feel like he was floating.
Geralt scooted closer and sat on his knees and watched Yennefer scratch him and then looked closely at his brother’s face and then stomach. Then he sat back and looked at his aunty.
“Can you make my tummy scratched? I wanna be fuzzy like Woof. Please?” Geralt said and started to wag excitedly and moved his hands and and down on the carpet. Eskel was panting and drooling a bit. Yennefer slowed her scratching until she stopped.
Eskel yawned and wiggled. He hummed and pulled his hoodie back down. Jaskier walked over and smiled.
‘Felt pretty good then? Come here pup, you can come take a nap with me. Bear, good manners! Such a polite boy.” Jaskier said as he sat down on the couch opposite to the quilt wrapped baby who was snoring softly. Eskel rolled over and looked content and happy as crawled over to Jaskier. The musician hauled the pup up onto his lap and situated him so he was resting against the arm of the chair. The warm weight of the pup on his lap calmed Jaskier. Something about the slow low rumbling of the babies purring really petted at something in his heart.
Yennefer situated Geralt across her lap and scratched at his tummy the same way she had to Eskel. Geralt though, he didn’t start purring and melt. Geralt wiggled and whined and made a loud growly purring noise. His happy noise.
“Oh you are just the oddest little thing! I love it! Oh Bear, you like tummy rubs huh!” Yennefer practically squealed as she ran her hands up to scratch at Geralt’s bare chest. Geralt smiled as his tail flicked erratically against the floor and his ears twitched and moved.
Eskel dozed off and while Yennefer ran her palms down Geralt’s stomach, Lambert woke up. Lambert decided that he did not want belly scratches but just wanted to lay on Aunty Yen.
Belly scratches became a very frequent event for the Pankratz Witchers.