For this year’s A to Z Blog Challenge, Richard and Jayden are worldbuilding! Using Rebekah Loper‘s book The A-Zs of Worldbuilding as a guide, we have teamed up to give descriptions of the world we’re creating, along with snippets of what it’s like to exist in the world. Enjoy!

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Background by Jayden for B is for Birth:

Because resources are limited, the community is restrictive about how many children can be born. Every woman, when she comes of childbearing age, is given an implant in her arm that stops menstruation and childbirth. It can be removed at any time. Medical care is very advanced. Childbearing is a completely controlled activity, and in the female dominated community, women who want to have children can choose to have them, and they have the submissive breeding males available at their disposal. [Who has a breeding kink?]

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Story by Richard:

Jane rubbed the scar on her upper arm. She remembered how nervous she’d been about having it removed, not that you could let that on to the stud, of course! They probably knew anyway. It’s not like they let just anyone be a stud, they had to meet precise standards for health, temperament, and endowment. She leaned back on the bed and grabbed the bell off the nightstand, ringing for Reggie. Since he had impregnated her, he would be her personal servant at least until the birth was complete. She didn’t even have time to set it back down on the table before he was knocking at her door, requiring her permission to enter even though he’d been summoned.

“Enter,” she said.

Reggie was just under six feet tall. Since the move into the caves, the ideal height for a man had been reduced somewhat. He had what might have been called a “dad bod” before the Dinosaur Wars. As a stud, he was permitted to wear a burgundy sash across his chest, more than most men were allowed, with a single bronze badge on it. If she carried the baby to term it would be replaced with silver, and gold when it reached adulthood.

“How may I serve you, Mother,” he asked, head bowed slightly.

Mother was among the highest honorifics a woman could be called. Technically, she wouldn’t qualify for another week or two, but it was common for studs to begin using it with their owners earlier as a sign of respect.

Jane sat up, holding one arm out. “Help me up,” she ordered. “I’m tired of being treated like a mother hen stuck on a nest.”

Generally, expecting Mothers were confined to bed unless escorted in the final weeks before the pregnancy. Some women reveled in it, using their studs to bathe and massage them, or fetch them drinks and snacks. Jane preferred to be up and about (at least as much as her feet would allow) and so Reginald spent most of his time dutifully following one step behind and to the right as she visited the gardens. He fetched her dress and sun hat from the closet next to the bed, offered his hand to help her out of bed, and then got her into them.

“I heard something that I thought might amuse you last night, Mother.”

“What was that?” she asked, making her way to the door.

“In the surface days, ‘the birds and the bees’ was a common euphemism for reproduction.”

Jane stepped into the elevator, which swiftly carried them up to one of the ground level gardens. “Well you did such a good job on this one,” she said, rubbing her stomach, “that I imagine I’ll keep you as a very busy bee going forward.”

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