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Three Weeks Later:

Okay, it's just another perfectly average, normal day at work. Sero thought as for the fifth day in a row he had to waddle into the company while doing his best to hide his squirming belly. So long as it stays this size, I got it, they'll never notice it... Oof!

The latest of his baby's kicks was so strong he staggered, grasping a guard rail as he lurched. Gah, seriously, this thing can't keep kicking me like this, it'll have to tire out soon!

Ever since he'd been told he was pregnant, and that he was unable to have it any other way, his life had become a walking, or more accurately; kicking, nightmare. His belly had swelled far more in the past few weeks; now it was about the size of a small watermelon bulging from his slender form. Both his hips and crotch had swollen too, each seeming far more fertile to accommodate his growing bulk as his scales took on a motherly glow. Yet the doctor told him that this would not be it. He still had growing to do before his belly reached a level size, at which point his baby would gestate for a further few years while remaining very active.

Three years of this hell. Sero inwardly moaned, wrapping his uniform tight around him and using the excuse he was just awkwardly carrying parcels to the few of his colleagues that noticed him. I just can't let Lunar find out, she'll fire me on the spot.

Besides the thought of his mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, and the idea some pregnant males could develop more feminine features; like breasts, his boss finding out was a major point on his list of worries. His allotted sick days were almost spent and after that, he knew there'd be no more excuses. Not to mention if anyone would notice his new passenger, it was her.

She could see right through any of my covers with those hawk eyes of hers. I... Gah! Another strong kick, this one right to the ribs, forced the pregnant dragon's face to contort as he growled. Seriously, stop moving so much!

From what he'd read, and from the cheesy pamphlets the doctor had given him, he was sure the baby shouldn't be so active. That was until he'd told his doctor who he'd last slept with. The idea that his mysterious equine lover was the father was both arousing and nightmarish. Sero didn't like to think it could be a hybrid growing within him, yet the nature of the baby's other parent would explain the strong kicks.

This thing sure feels like a bucking stallion...Urg, that is if it's even a boy! The dragon thought, letting go of the rail as he tried not to double over while grasping his bump, feeling restless squirming within. The doctor said I should be able to get a feeling of their gender but... No, those are stupid ideas, I'm not the motherly type!

Those prissy sensations were just one of many that went to war in the dragon's hormone-filled head like rabid wolves. Not to mention, the horniness he was feeling, his cock almost jumping from its slit at every hard shudder from his belly.

I don't know what I hate more, the sex drive or the indigestion. He thought, belly growling loudly as he cupped the bump and huffed.

"Look, will you just calm down in there? You should be grateful I'm carrying you around, so stop kicking so hard," he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling a large bulge in his tummy. "There you are, little monster."

As if to retaliate, the baby kicked hard at his paw, causing the dragon to utter a shrill eep, lurch forward, and some of his tools clattered free of his low-hanging belt.

"Gah, damn it, stop it!" he growled as he awkwardly bent down to retrieve his things, swaying at the added weight in his middle. "Urg, it feels like there's a damn cannonball on my hips!"

Lucky I don't split my work pants. He added inwardly, not even wishing to think about the pressure on his bladder and prostate. Stupid male womb!

"Whow, Sero, you okay, dude?" At the sudden sound of Reed's voice, and the clatter of his friend's feline claws on the metal grate, Sero froze like a statue, staring at the lynx in a stunned stupor. "Who the heck are you talking to?"

Oh no, he can't know I... Think Sero think... The dragon's mind raced with about as much power as a hamster on a wheel as he glanced around awkwardly, Reed's eyes following as if looking for any indication as to what was up. I got to tell him something!

"Urm... M-My new..." He looked up, down, then side to side, seeing nothing more than docked ships and cheesy company posters. "My... My new... Imaginary friend! Yeah, that's it! Just came up with him!"

Come on, you dumb cat, please fall for it! Sero inwardly begged the stars that he wouldn't be found out, eyes trembling like leaves in a gale as he manufactured a smile that could be broken like frail glass. Come on Reed, just this one time don't be a smart ass!

The anthropomorphic Lynx blinked once, glanced left and right, then jabbed a paw at his draconic buddy and burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, yeah, yeah, good one, Sero!" he balled, pressing a paw to his chest as he leaned back on the opposing rail. "Seriously, dude, are you drunk?"

He thinks I'm drunk. Hmm, no, but I can work with something like that! Sero conjured his best sarcastically-timid laugh as he stammered.

"No, no, not exactly it's just..." The dragon rested a paw on his restless gut. "Just my stomach medication, you know, because you kept telling me to get myself checked out?"

His lie was about as poorly improvised as his expression at that moment. Yet Reed calmed down and stopped laughing nonetheless.

"Really, that was months ago, what in the stars' name have you been doing if you are only getting it sorted out now?" The feline exclaimed as he shuffled over. "Seriously, you've been acting up a lot recently, what's up?"

"It really is medication, trust me," Sero insisted as he stood up straight, wrapped his claws around his swollen bump, and shoved past his friend. "But what does it matter, we still have deliveries to make, you want Lunar to get mad again?"

Reed blinked in confusion, glancing at a few of their workmates that were shooting the two of them odd looks, before he scampered after Sero.

"Seriously, I think some of the guys around here think we're an old married couple or something," he muttered, straightening out his uniform, before adding with a hint of suspicion. "But since when did you care about what Lunar thinks?"

Oh, he has no idea. She finds out I'm pregnant and she's got the perfect excuse to get rid of me for good. The dragon thought, resting a paw on his belly to settle a rather strong kick, and doing his best not to wince. Urg, stupid baby isn't doing me any favors either!

"Seriously, Reed? Ever since she's had her eyes on me like a fucking hawk I've been on edge," Sero grumbled, a sudden spike in his bitterness as he thought about her. "In fact, you know what, if there was a way for me to just leave this dump behind for good, I would."

Whow, what's with my mood, I feel super sour all of a sudden... Urg, and I want ice cream! Sero thought, his chaotic ideas spinning like a hurricane as he and Reed marched along the docking gantry. I just want to get work done, go home, and... Worry... Worry about this whole mess.

In an instant, the dragon was almost in tears, his anger evaporating as he sniffed. All the while Reed looked at him like he were a stranger.

"Dude, are you crying?" that cat asked, and Sero jumped, wings ruffled as he stammered rapidly.

"W-what no, I..." He glanced toward their ship, waddling over before his baby could start kicking again or his mood swings overcame him. "I'm fine, it's all just the medication."

He staggered against one rail by the hatch as his tummy shuddered, a bubbling like gas fluttering in his gut as the baby writhed and squirmed. Meanwhile, his tail fidgeted, his wings ruffled harder and his cock poked free. Yet he did all he could to cover his body's traitorous actions with an awkward, fake smile as Reed tentatively walked over.

"Is that the same medication that has you stopping to use the refresher every five minutes then? Seriously, how do you piss so much!?" he questioned, and Sero snarled.

"I don't piss that much, if you were in my pos..." The dragon slapped a paw over his muzzle, as the cat took an awkward step back. "I... I mean, yeah, sure it is... Bladder is really not what it used to be."

"You say that as if you're some old guy?" Reed countered, and Sero's face fell flat as the cat added. "Aren't you like... Twenty in dragon years?"

"I'm just twenty full stop, I'm not old!" Sero declared, then huffed as he clambered to the hatch and barely managed to slip his belly through the tight hole. "Now, are you getting in or what, we still have work to do?"

Urg, this baby gets any bigger and I won't be able to do anything! I grow an extra inch and I'll be stuck in here until I pop! The motherly dragon really didn't want to think about that, or how his baby would come out. I mean... It went up my butt, so that's how it comes out right? The only other hole down there is my...

The dragon felt the blood drain from his face at the idea, and he shuddered at just how that might feel. Yet before he could worry too much, Reed sighed and added.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, don't get your tail in a twist," the cat muttered as he clambered down after Sero. "Get your fat ass off the ladder first, though."

"Hey, I'm not fat!" Sero growled, dropping into the cockpit with a huff, before grabbing his tummy as the baby gave another strong wriggle. "Oh, you little shit stop..."

"Little what?" Reed asked as he dropped down, a perplexed look on his face as Sero blinked, then stammered.

"L-little ship, I was just saying it feels like a little ship," he improvised. "You know, feels like the company is just making them smaller."

"Or you really are just getting fatter," Reed shot back with a coy grin. "It's the same shipping class as it's always been."

"Just get to your station, smart ass," Sero barked, his navigator stifling a snicker as he did as instructed, while the pregnant dragon awkwardly lowered his aching butt into his chair, muttering to the bump under his breath. "You'll break this chair too, little monster, why do you have to be so damn heavy?"

"This imaginary friend of yours in here too, or are you whispering to someone else?" Reed asked, flicking switches and tapping buttons as the ship came to life. "You better be fit to fly, my life's in your claws out there."

"I told you I'm fine, just give me the fastest route and we'll have this round done in no time, okay?" Sero muttered, his suspended seat groaning under the new weight as it swung him into the forward dome, glass lighting up with the ship's diagnostics as he ignited the engines.

"I just want to get this over and done..." The ship didn't shift an inch as it shuddered and screeched hard. "What the?"

"How about try letting me release the docking clamps before firing the thrusters," Reed deadpanned, looking at the dragon as if he really were questioning whether Sero had forgotten how to fly even after years of doing so. "Are you really sure you're..."

"Yes, my head's just a little fried, I'm good, now pull us free," the dragon snapped, and like that the cat shrugged and yanked the lever. "Thank you."

Regardless of his feelings, Sero's face was hard as steel, flinching only as his belly squirmed and shuddered, each kick like a swarm of butterflies in his gut. His stoicness was reflected in the glass before him as the ship was in free fall for just a few seconds longer than usual, before a shrill sound from Reed drove the dragon to shove on the thrusters once more and he took the ship off on their normal route.

I'll show him, I'll show them all I can still do this. No one has to know about my baby until I can get rid of it! The dragon inwardly declared, yet the hard kicking in his tummy said otherwise. Just three... more years!

********

It took no more than a few hours of flying for Sero to discover that no matter his resolve, there was no way he could go on normally with his new passenger. Yet as a sudden kick from his baby forced him to jump in his seat, almost panic swerving the whole ship into oncoming traffic, he did his best to ignore it.

Just stop moving in there while I'm driving! He inwardly hissed as a passerby angrily honked at him, and he fell in line behind a rather slow garbage hauler. If I crash this thing, you're just as screwed as me, monster!

"Holy shit, dude, what the hell was that!?" The restless baby was not the only concern Sero had to deal with, however; as Reed chastised. "You almost hit that guy!"

"Yeah, but I didn't, so we're fine," Sero countered swiftly, sparing a brief glance back at the panicked cat. "Would you just relax, I got this, okay?"

The lynx looked anything but convinced by that as he clung to his seat, claws digging in like a literal house cat.

"Y-you should pull over, seriously," he stammered, claws peeling from the torn leather as he slowly slit back into his seat. "You are going to get us both killed at this rate!"

"Hardly, it's just a little twitch in my hand... Just another side effect of... Gah!" At that, a strong kick to Sero's gut forced the dragon to wince, one paw reflexively shooting to his restless belly as he shuddered to one side, the whole ship spinning.

Oh, fuck! His thoughts were in perfect union with Reed's terrified cry as the cat almost hit the cockpit roof in fright. No, no, I got this, just stop kicking!

One paw pressed to his wriggling tummy, face contorted as the baby kept writhing and squirming, Sero did his best to tilt the ship back into line, yet when he was once again faced with oncoming traffic, he was forced to pivot once more. A rabblesome symphony of dashing engines, firing thrusters, and horns filled the sky outside as others swerved to get out of his way, before he finally set eyes upon a departing sky lane that led right into a tunnel between two sky towers.

"Oof, just h-hold onto something!" the dragon ordered, wincing at another strong kick from his baby as he rolled the ship into position, and shot toward the new lane, haphazardly merging with the flow of traffic heading for the tunnel. "I... I got this!"

"Sero, pull this damn thing over right now!" Reed screamed as he attempted to stand in the turbulent cockpit, without bouncing around like a ball of fur. "Do it or so help me I'll... I'll..."

"You'll what? Look we're in a new lane, it's fine!" the dragon reasoned, gesturing to the skyway ahead, before another kick drew his paw. "Gah, fuck..."

The ship lurched once more, but before Sero could throw it into another suicidal spin a tinny voice rang out.

"Emergency auto docking initiated. Please stand by." Just like that, the ship slipped out of Sero's control, flying far more smoothly under the emergency autopilot as it searched for an emergency dock. "Docking point found, landing sequence initiated."

"Why in the stars' name did you do that? I had it all under control!" Sero exclaimed, spinning in his overburdened chair to face Reed as the ship's engines purred and it swooped down to a side station by the tunnel's entrance. "That autopilot is fucked, it'll get us killed!"

"No more than your stupid flying will," Reed retorted, melting back into his seat like butter as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Besides, it's just the emergency docking program, I know the full thing's broken."

"We don't need to dock, we need to get our job done," Sero huffed, crossing his arms over his belly as he slouched and pouted. "I don't want to be out here, I... I have things to do!"

Yeah, like what? His mind questioned, only for him to mentally reason. Like go home and wallow in bed, worrying about how the fuck I'm supposed to deal with this stupid pregnancy!

"Are you for real, today? In fact, scratch that, the past few weeks!? You know Lunar will find out a company truck was dancing on the main skyway, we'll be fired for sure!" Reed chastised.

"Yeah, well maybe I wouldn't mind so much. This job sucks, she sucks and I... I..." Sero rested a paw on his belly rubbing it softly. "I have bigger issues?"

"Issues like what? We lose this job, we have nothing," The lynx countered, shooting to his paws and marching over, a display of aggression hampered by his smaller size as he frowned and grumbled. "What is really wrong with you, you're grumpy, no fun and I can see that under your shirt, you look like..."

"Like I'm fat? Well, I'm not... I'm... Fuck..." Sero's words trailed off, before, in a sudden burst of frustration he ultimately blamed on his mood swings, he blurted. "Because I'm fucking pregnant, okay!?"

The instant those words left his muzzle, he regretted it. He slammed a hand over his snout, feeling more flustered than ever as Reed's aggression died in an instant, his feline ears falling flat as his eyes shot wide and he stammered in disbelief.

"Y-you... You... Pregnant, but you... what..." The look on the cat's face was akin to the crashed screen of a terminal as the ship came to a soft landing. "But you're a dude?"

Wow, isn't he a master of the obvious! The dragon inwardly snarled, as he stopped trembling like a tree in a storm and collected himself best he could. Guess this is going to freak him out more than my driving.

"You don't have to remind me. Yeah, I know it's kind of confusing but... I've been pregnant for almost five months now..." He winced as he confessed, and Reed blinked as his brain finally seemed to come back online.

"Oh... Oh! Fuck... Well, congratulations, I guess..." He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, before he added. "You know this is so fucked up, right?"

At that, Sero's face finally fell flat and the begrudged dragon deadpanned.

"Really, you think?"

"I mean, it's not a bad thing but..." The cat raised his paws in mock defense as he shook his head rapidly. "You're a dude, where the fuck is... Like anything? Is the baby in your balls or something?"

"What!" Sero almost exploded in hormonal rage, and Reed flinched as the dragon screamed. "I'm a fucking dragon, I hardly have balls!"

"Whow, whow, okay, I didn't mean it like that but... Damn, temper like that you really must be knocked up," the lynx responded timidly.

"I do not have a temper," Sero hissed as he slumped in his chair, rubbing his wriggling tummy with a pout. "You try having this inside you and not being grumpy."

"I mean, you kind of do have anger issues right now," Reed muttered lightly and Sero shot him a death glare that would put Lunar's to shame. "Okay, okay, sorry... But, have you been to the doctor about this?"

Is he serious? The dragon thought, saying as much as he growled.

"Of course I have, and they told me a whole load of junk." The mere idea of all the stupid regulations that were keeping him in this awkward state made him want to rip his feathers out.

"Oh, and what did they say?" Reed asked tentatively, appearing ready to duck behind his seat at a moment's notice. "Can they do anything about the... Well, I guess baby?"

"They can help me load the thing off on someone else when it's born, if that's what you're asking?" the dragon huffed, arms crossed as they rested on his bump. "But if you're wondering whether or not I can get rid of the damn thing, no, I can't!"

Reed blinked, still rubbing the back of his neck gingerly as he dared edge closer. All the while Sero slumped and grumbled about regulations and endangered species, wishing nothing more than to squeeze his baby out right now and get it over with.

Am I seriously wishing for labor? Urg, that sounds like it'll be so much fun when I eventually pop. He inwardly hissed, feeling his bump kick up against his folded arms. That is if I even pop, there has to be a way around this, somewhere regulations don't apply.

"You can't get rid of it, why?" Reed questioned as he stood before the grumpy dragon, head tilted as he regarded Sero's bulging uniform. "Can I see it?"

The dragon offered the curious lynx another flat look as he begrudgingly shifted his arms and parted his shirt just a little to reveal the large white mass of scales and barely-inward belly button.

He wants to see it, why? I'm just fat, that's all there is to look at? The dragon thought, only to have odd recollections of how he'd seen other mothers treated. Laura was like a magnet for the neighbors when she was expecting, she could get them to lend her anything.

"I can't get rid of it because my kind are so rare, they sent me to a special clinic and everything, I had to sign so much shit and... Urg, I just want it out of me!" Sero announced, yet the more he thought about the perks his predicament could offer, the more he began to think.

I could use this to get what I like, Lunar could fire me sure, but no one would let a pregnant mother starve so why me? That's even if I stay here, I could just run away, live off sympathy for a bit.

That latter idea made him feel a little sick, he didn't want to dent his ego too much, but he also loved the fact he could get away for a bit.

Urg, but it's still kinda hard. Would be nice if I had someone else in the same boat. As he considered that fact, Reed lent down, marveling at his wriggling tummy. W-what is he doing?

"Wicked, dude, it... it's moving... Holy shit, there's really something in there," he muttered and the dragon deadpanned.

"No, it's just my lunch?"

The cat looked up with a perplexed expression, as he asked.

"I thought live meals were only on the black market around here?" Sero rolled his eyes, the idea of his last live meal crossing his mind before he shook his head.

I need to find another mother, someone who's knocked up, and not so prissy as Laura. As he went through a mental checklist, Sero only came upon one option. What about the girl from the clinic, what other reason could she have been there for... What was her name again...

The dragon's thoughts were cut off a second later, however; as he felt a soft touch on his belly, right where his baby had just kicked. He looked down sharply to see one of Reed's forepaws against his scales, while the cat smiled like a giddy school cub.

"Erm, dude, what are you doing?" he asked simply, words slightly overcome by awkward shock as his companion blinked, ears folding back as he blushed hard. "That's my belly?"

"I... I... Urm... Gah, it's just so cool, like a magnet, I feel like I just want to touch it!" Reed stammered as he leaned back, then peered up at the dragon with wide, puppy dog eyes. "Can I... Just a few more rubs, please?"

"What! No way!" Sero exclaimed, folding his arms over his chest and wrapping the bump in his shirt as he spun away in his chair. "You want to be useful, I got a job for you."

"Oh, like what?" Reed's mood swiftly lit back up at that as he cocked his head curiously.

"Track the address on this number and set it as our destination, the ship's still capable of that, right?" he asked, taking out his phone and scrolling to the number the hyena had given him.

Nyx, that was it! Stars, I hope she's in as much trouble as I am, I need some advice. He inwardly begged, tossing his phone to Reed as the cat sat back down.

"The automated delivery system could, but not the autopilot. Why, got a parcel we need to drop off?" Reed questioned.

"More like she's got something I need to pick up," Sero reasoned, taking the controls only for the heads up display to flash red. "What the..."

"Manual control diverted," chimed the ship's tinny voice as Sero spun in his chair to glare at Reed.

"Sure, we can head there but..." The cat's own console lit up green, a hologram of the ship's bow view flickering to life before him. "I'm driving this time."

********

"Well, this place sure is a dump," Reed observed, as both he and Sero peered out into the vacuum beyond the ship, seeing chunks of old freighters and cruisers slowly floating in the void. "This is Tella Prime's space dump, why in the stars' name would someone live here?"

Maybe she just wants to get away from everyone, I know that feeling right now. Sero thought as he rubbed his bump. Still, being stuck alone with this also feels like it's a recipe for disaster, at least close to labor.

Regardless, as the dragon considered the fact, he peered down at the ship's tracking display and noted.

It's a mobile address, she must be living on a ship or something. He said as much and Reed nodded cautiously, gently navigated the ship through the broken deberry as bits clanked and shuddered on the outer hull. Okay... Maybe it was a good thing letting him drive too.

"Yeah, I see that. Dude, are you sure about this, folks who live out in places like this often don't want to be found?" the cat warned, yet Sero shrugged.

"Last time I met her she wanted to get under my tail, so I'm pretty sure she meant it," he reasoned, and Reed rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well if she's a Hyena like you say, might as well be fucking a guy," he responded, snorting a laugh as Sero's face fell flat.

"Ha-ha, very funny, fuzzball. Last time I had a guy up my ass I caught this thing!" The dragon hissed, jabbing an accusing claw at his belly as he muttered grumpily. "Stupid sex, stupid pregnancy."

"You're pregnant, it's not like a disease," Reed reasoned, then lifted a paw to his chin in thought. "Then again there was that womb infection from Labia Four, you know the one that made guys grow tits and a puss..."

"Yes, yes, I get it. I've never been there, so this is not that," Sero corrected, feeling his chest just to make sure. "It's something about genetic modification in my kind's past, to help with our population."

"How thoughtful of them," Reed muttered as the console before him lit up and pinged. "Okay, here we go, tracker says your buddy is just over this next chunk."

Sero nodded, rotating forward in his chair as the large hull of a monolithic cargo ship loomed aside to reveal the long, slender form of an old, scrapper vessel.

Wow, that's her ship, if I didn't know any better I'd say it was just another hunk of scrap floating out here. He thought as his eyes scoured the length of the opposing ship.

It was almost four times the size of their puny delivery vessel, with a sharp bow and flanks laden with cranes, saws, and huge, industrial cutting tools. Its peak was marked by a narrow bridge, behind which sat mangy vents and a quad-thruster engine.

"Looks modified, it's gotta be way more than a few cycles old, though," Reed continued to observe, as he flicked a switch to automatically hail the opposing ship. "Let's see if she's..."

What blustered through the ship's speakers in response was somewhere between a cheesy holo-tone and a rock song, before it was dulled by a recognizable voice.

"Hey, this is Nyx, service number; way too busy to pay attention right now. If whatever you've got is important just dock on airlock B and I'll see to you if I can be bothered, thanks!"

Yep, that's the same girl alright. Damn, why didn't I fuck her sooner, she sounds like my type?

"Well, she sounds classy," Reed muttered, as the sequence for meeting the airlock Nyx had designated came up on the display and he set the auto-landing to execute docking. "Like this one cheetah girl I slept with, one time."

"You slept with a spotty?" Sero asked as their ship ran up alongside the larger scrapper. "I didn't think you'd fucked anyone?"

"Don't be so sure. I don't mount everything that moves like you, but some fine tail is still good," The cat shot back with a grin, and Sero pouted, rubbing his bump as the clank of them docking sounded.

"I don't fuck everything that moves, you know?" he reasoned as Reed moved to open the port side airlock.

"Sure, that's why we're all the way out here looking for some stranger because you're five months pregnant," he reasoned as the airlock screeched open and pressurized air hissed.

"Hey, it's not like it's..." Sero's words were cut off as Reed stepped across the docking umbilical, the smell of booze, smoke, and welded metal seeping from Nyx's ship as they did so. "Holy shit, this place stinks."

Urg, please don't make me throw up... The dragon inwardly wheezed, clutching his restless belly as the beat of thumping music rumbled through the old ship. Wouldn't be a good second impression.

"I'll say, this smell..." As far as first impressions were concerned, Sero's punctuality was the least of his worries as Reed's words were cut off by an electrical buzz.

"Smelly... pink... Butterflies..." The babbling cat stammered like a drunk, twitched, and fell to the grated floor like a sack of flour with a loud clunk.

"Reed!" Sero called, struggling to reach down around his belly, only for him to freeze as a coy voice purred.

"Okay, pretty boy, don't..." The dragon looked up, seeing the narrow corridor ahead, above which hung two automated turrets, and below, a recognizable figure. "Wait... You!"

Nyx's face lit up behind her sleek welding visor, only she was not as Sero remembered her. To say she was as lean as she'd been weeks ago, wasn't accurate at all. Her belly was rounder than his, and her bulbous tits about half its size. Although that may have been the tight scrapping rig she seemed to have stuffed herself into, it's rubbery, latex-like form bristling with strained plates as she pointed an electrocution rifle at him.

"Erm, hi..." Sero muttered as he stood up from his stunned friend, hands up as he did his best to ignore his wriggling baby, something Nyx seemed to be having just as much trouble with. "I thought I'd take you up on your offer..."

"A pregnant guy? Well, I'll be..." Nyx leaned the weapon back over her shoulder, rubbing her belly as it growled. "Heck, it's about damn time!"