A siren and an incubus chapter 6
#6 of A siren and an incubus
A siren and an incubus chapter 6
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-yay, next chapter.
-I don't have anything else to say.
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"Y-y-you're p-pregnant?" Phillip stammered, blushing so hard it was like all the blood in his body had suddenly rushed to his face.
"And, being as you're the only guy I've had in a month, you're the father!" I smiled, wrapping him in a bone-crunching hug. He squirmed, flailing in distress until I let go go him.
"I-I-I can't b-be a f-father!" He squeaked, sort of curling up into a ball in his seat. He looked for all the world as if he could die.
"You think I'm ready to be a mother?" I contested, crossing me arms in annoyance. Honestly, I don't know if I can even raise a child. Not without his help at least.
"B-but... I d-don't want t-to be a f-father..." He said, scrunching up into a tighter ball. Well it's a bit late for that, don't you think.
"Well I don't think you've really got much of a choice, Phillip. You did it, so you may as well help take care of it." I muttered. He gulped, shaking slightly. I sighed.
"Don't worry about it Phillip. I'm sure you'll be a great father." I smiled, trying to be reassuring. Phillip as a father? I'm honestly not sure if that's such a good idea, but he did make the thing, so it's only fair he raise it.
"M-Madeline... W-whats it like being a p-parent?" Phillip asked, staring at my stomach with almost childlike curiously.
"How should I know? I've never had a kid before." I said. Really, I've only been pregnant once before. Well, it was a false positive, but I thought I was.
"Well... I t-think you'd be a good mother." He smiled.
"Y-you are!?" Sissel asked, eyes wide as saucers. Saucers are like a plate/bowl hybrid, in case you didn't know that. He had to take a moment to pick his jaw up off the floor.
"Yup. You're stuck with me now Sissel." I grinned, both because I'm hilarious and because I was strangely proud of myself.
"You... you are happy, right?" I asked, my voice losing all it's enthusiasm. I hadn't even consider it, but what if he was upset about it?
"Of course!" He smiled and hugged me, effectively crushing the life out of me in the process. He's a bit stronger than he looks, apparently.
"So many things to do, so little time!" Sissel said, running off to grab something or other, then grabbing me and dragging me off towards some place.
"Sissel, explain to me exactly what we're doing here?" I asked, standing behind the counter at the coffee shop, since he dragged me all the way here. I'd never actually been behind the counter before though.
"Certain herbal blends and flavors have been shown to greatly increase both the energy of the mother and the healthiness of the child. Plus I'm thirsty." He said, digging around in the back.
"I think you're taking this a little too seriously." I chuckled. Then again, I'd probably end up thanking him later on. Energy is something that is very useful to a pregnant woman. That and arch supports. Gotta love them arch supports.
"Perhaps, but I'm sort of terrified and I don't know what else to be doing." He muttered, running around the back room like a lunatic, grabbing things, abandoning other things, and just plain out eating other things. Then he grabbed me and rushed over to his outdoor brewing area. He says brewing outdoors increases flavor or something.
"Hey there Sissel, how goes it?" Asked Wasabi, sitting at a table drinking some bubbling liquid. Probably a soda, but you never know, considering one of his employees is an alchemist.
"Girlfriend is pregnant. Terrified." Sissel responded, running back and forth between things like a crazy person. I think I already used that analogy. Wasabi spit out his drink in surprise.
"Really? Nice going Sissel." He laughed and punched Sissel on the arm in a friendly gesture. Sissel nodded and went back to running around. Honestly, I don't think he was even running towards anything in particular. I think he was just running.
"Sissel, you need to stop running around like an idiot. You're going to hurt yourself." I sighed. He managed to stop running like an idiot, if only for now.
"Were you crazy like this back when Lisa was pregnant?" I asked, chuckling to myself. I can just imagine how she would have responded to that.
"Maybe... Yes..." He blushed. I had to laugh. Honestly, sometimes I just don't know what I'd do without Sissel around.
"Sir, who's that weird looking girl hanging around the restaurant?" Asked Orion, holding a wrench. She was scrawny, ruffled messy fur that was a bright red with white in the front, basically rags where clothes should be. Blue eyes, not much in the breasts department, but that's typical of serg... Wasabi, you're staring at her breasts, do something else.
"She's a sergal. A very rare species in this area, since most of them are off warring in the uncharted regions." I muttered. Sergals, in addition to being quite rare here, are looked down upon for that same reason.
"Hmm... That doesn't explain why she's been hanging around the store all day." He said. I had to laugh. Leave it to Orion to be so clueless.
"The restaurant closes in ten minutes, I'll tell you when you're done with your shift. Friggin lazy ass." I laughed, walking off to my office. Got to wonder why I bother being a waiter when I'm technically the manager. You could go in with some bullcrap about being equal with the employees, but I just get bored.
"Hey Phillip, what's going on?" I asked. He was sitting scrunched up in a ball on my wheelie chair, staring at something a million miles away.
"M-Madeline is... P-pregnant..." He muttered, still staring off at nothing. I stopped in my tracks, almost dropping my coffee all over the carpet. Almost, but I didn't, because that would be cliche.
"Judging by your curled up in a ball routine, is that a bad thing?" I asked. I was a bit in shock, so forgive me if i don't flip out about this.
"I-It's a good thing... I think... I just... D-don't k-know if I'm ready..." He muttered, and he looked up at me, finally losing that far away look in his eyes.
"T-that's sort of what I wanted to t-talk to you about... I was wondering... I mean, I need a lot of help... A-and... I was w-wondering if... You could be it's godfather..." He asked. That slammed into me like a brick wall. Or a lead pipe to the knees. Or a bullet to the chest. Or a jeweled dagger to the eye. Or a concrete wall at a hundred miles per hour on a dirtbike that I've had since childhood and had to pay a lot of money to get repaired.
"Phillip... I don't know what to say... I'd be honored." I smiled. Think of it. Me, a godfather. I'm not going to make a movie reference right now. That'd be too obvious. Phillip jumped up and hugged me. I patted him on the back awkwardly.
"Ahem... You can let go of me now." I said. He squeaked and let go of me, sitting back down in my chair. I don't know if Phillip would really be a good father. He just seems too timid to raise a kid.
"Sooo... Madeline... You think she has any idea how to be a mother?" I asked. Phillip clearly is going to have some trouble, so hopefully Madeline can pick up a bit of the slack. I thought. Phillip shrugged. Not a good sign.
"Ok gang, you've all probably noticed the sergal hanging around the restaurant all day." I said, sitting at the table in the map room with the rest of the crew.
"Well, her name is Joice, and-" "you're banging her, that's- "shut up Orion." I sighed. Sometimes I don't know why I keep him around.
"I already discussed this with Salm, but for the rest of you, Joice is becoming the newest member to the team." I grinned. The door opened and Joice walked into the room, looking stunning with her red fur and- seriously Wasabi, what the hell is wrong with you?
The team seemed unnerved, for some reason I couldn't figure out. Maybe having a new addition to the team after so long with just us. Or maybe because she's a girl. This would be the first girl on the team.
"Hi." She muttered, waving disinterestedly. The team waved back and introduced themselves, Orion growled suggestively and Salm nailed him in the head with a random heavy object, muttering something in old man language.
"Ok then... Uh... Any new ideas?" I asked the team. Joice sat down on a chair that I'd brought down from upstairs.
"We could set up a racketeering ring." Orion suggested. Marx suggested kidnapping and ransoming someone, and Salm suggested something computery that I didn't understand. Eventually it devolved into the team arguing and squabbling over who's idea was better.
"Why not break into a rich guy's house and steal some of his stuff. I imagine we could sell it to a fence." Joice muttered, cutting through the ongoing argument.
"See Salm, told you this was a good idea." I grinned. I'm always right about these sorts of things. How could I possibly be wrong about hiring someone so hot- Wasabi, seriously, shut up.
"I said it was a good idea, you idiot." Salm sighed. Oh. Well, be that as it may, I was still right about hiring her. I'm always right, because I'm perfect and not at all full of myself.
"Soooo... Any idea who we should rob?" Marx asked. To be completely honest, we could rob any number of people and get away with about the same amount of money.
"Well, we could like, check the map or something." Joice suggested, sighing. That sigh just screamed, these guys are idiots.
"Well sure, if you want to take all the fun out of it." I muttered. Honestly, we can't use the multi-million dollar map all the time. That'd be boring.
"Since when is stealing things fun? You do this because don't have a choice, you do whatever you have to to survive. It's not a game." She said, and I think her voice cracked.
"We're actually pretty well off. In fact, if we split up the cash we've got evenly, we could all survive the rest of our lives off of that alone." Dario said. That seemed to enrage her.
"So you do this for fun!?" She yelled, standing abruptly. A couple of the men seemed unsure how to respond, as if she'd slap them or something.
"Stealing things isn't fun. It's not a game. You do it when you've got no other options, and you should never take more than what you need to." She said, practically spitting in contempt.
"Then I believe we have an error in communication." I muttered. "My gang steals because it's simply what's we do. It's not a game, but I'll never say it isn't fun." I said. It is fun.
"You people are sick. I don't want any part of this." She muttered, walking up the stairs. She slammed the door behind her.
"Well... That was awkward..." Said Dario, twirling one of his machetes in his fingers. He's doesn't really do much around here aside from cook.
"Awkward indeed." I muttered. Honestly, I probably should have seen this coming. You can't expect to pull a kid off the streets and expect them to transition from survival into full on crime. That'd be unrealistic. The issue now is, how do we know she won't expose us? She's seen everything.
"So Sissel, are you sure this is gonna work?" I asked. Michael and Lisa have been hanging around eachother a lot more than they were before, which is saying something.
"I have no idea. I hope to god that they end up hating eachother, but if they don't, we've dug our own graves." He sighed and downed his eight cup of coffee of the last hour. His heart is probably beating like the wings on a hummingbird... That's a weird analogy...
"Good morning Vietnam." Wasabi grinned, patting Sissel on the back. "What?" "It's a reference. Nevermind. How are you?" He grinned.
"Still terrified, and I'm on my eighth... Ninth cup of coffee." Sissel muttered, pouring himself another cup. I sighed, grabbed the coffee, and threw it off into a bush. He needs to stop before he gives himself a heart attack.
"Well, in the name of friendship, my crew and I whipped something up for you." Wasabi smiled. Phillip, who I didn't notice till now, handed my a vial of a weird liquid that kept changing colors.
"What is it?" I asked. You never know with alchemy. So many things that could happen, from spontaneous combustion to getting rainbow polka dot fur.
"A compound that cost me ninety thousand dollars worth of ingredients to make." He muttered under his breath, and Phillip sighed, looking very annoyed. I can understand why he'd be upset, since he manages the finances.
"It's an extremely valuable liquid, one that should come in great handy to you, in your unfortunate situ... Unpleasant state of... Your painful predica... Your... Whatever, it'll be useful to you." He muttered.
"Basically, it accelerates the rate at which the pregnancy develops, so you'd probably be through and done the pregnancy in about twelve hours." He said. I think my jaw hit the floor.
"That would be great, but I can't take something you spent that much money on, and besides, it would sort of ruin the experience. It's not supposed to be easy, but you're supposed to soldier through the pain, the swelling, the stretch marks, the back ache, and the... the..." I trailed off.
"SCREW THAT!!!" I yelled, and downed the potion in one gulp. It tasted so bad I thought my tongue would shrivel up and fall off, and it smelled of rancid... Turnips? ...Weird... I felt a sudden jerk in my gut, as if someone had punched me, and I doubled over.
"Holy crap..." I groaned, feeling an incredible pain in my... Well, my entire body, actually. Wasabi sighed and facepalmed.
"We forgot to tell her it didn't actually skip over the symptoms, didn't we Phillip?" He sighed. Phillip nodded and scribbled something down on his clipboard.
"No, it doesn't skip the symptoms of pregnancy, rather it just crams them into a smaller amount of time. Basically, you're going to experience everything you would normally have experienced, but in about two hours. I should probably have mentioned that." He chuckled nervously. I flipped him off, and decided the ground right there would be a lovely place to pass out.
"You mean to tell me that you have the cash to throw around on a compound that costs ninety thousand bucks a pop?" Madeline asked, doubting my story.
"W-well... H-he's v-very g-generous..." Phillip said, blushing. I'm down a hundred and eighty thousand in a day, but I've got plenty more cash I can throw around. My team is actually quite loaded.
"I'm not buying it. What angle are you playing?" She asked, narrowing her eyes in a way that reminded me of Joice... Why did I think that? Why do I keep finding myself thinking if her?
"Hey, take it if you want, or don't. I've got some important paperwork I've gotta work on, so please excuse me." I muttered and set off towards my office. I shut the door and collapsed in my chair.
"What is wrong with me?" I muttered. Ever since that red furred sergal showed up, my head has been swimming. I know what this means, but it shouldn't be happening.
Throughout my life I've only had this feeling once, when I was a teenager. She was an albino direwolf, and she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
It's the same old story. She was a priestess of the goddes Lupali, and I was just the runt of some whore's litter. My mother was a prostitute, and my father was some nameless soldier with a fetish for cumming inside.
"Mr. Wasabi? Is something wrong?" Phillip asked, breaking me out of my train of thought. He and Madeline were standing in the doorway to my office. Madeline had one hand around his waist and one on her stomach.
"No, I'm fine. Just tired." I sighed. Typically Phillip is a pretty good person to talk to about... Anything really. But this is a rare issue I didn't really feel comfortable about discussing with him.
"W-well, M-Madeline and I are g-going to the park. S-she likes the fresh air." He smiled, before Madeline dragged him off by the arm.
"Yeah sure, have fun." I chuckled, making a very clear sex joke, which made Madeline groan in frustration and Phillip stammer wordlessly. The phone rang almost the instant the door closed. I sighed and picked it up. I've no idea how someone managed to get the number to my private phone, but who freaking cares.
"Hello Wasabi." Came his all too familiar voice. I squeezed the phone so hard I heard the plastic creak. No. Not again.
"Randall Mallows." I growled. There will always be a cop who was destined to catch you. That cop is Randall Mallows.
"Hey Sissel, how are you?" Lucile smiled. Sissel smiled back and handed her her coffee, before running off like a lunatic... again...
"Is there something wrong with him?" She asked me, sipping her drink. She didn't even seem to notice how tongue-burningly-hot it was.
"Yeah, well, that's sort of why I asked if you could meet me here. There's someone I need to tell you." I muttered, then doubled over in pain again unexpectedly. Lucile looked concerned, but I reassured her that I was fine.
"I'm sort of... Having Sissel's baby." I smiled. Lucile's expression took on a mix of surprise and what I think was... Jealousy.
"I... I don't know what to..." She muttered. She stood up, shook her head and ran off, crying loudly. I'm sorry Lucile. I know how you must feel.
"She seemed upset. Is there something wrong with her?" Sissel asked, finally calming down enough to sit down. If only I could tell him.
"I don't know wh-AH!" I gasped, getting slammed with another cramp. Sissel's moment of calmness was immediately over, and he started freaking out again.
"You know Sarah, you're actually starting to swell-and I'm going to shut up now" Roy muttered, going back to munching on a bamboo stalk.
"Thank you Roy." I laughed. I decided not to do the woman thing where I find insults in everything all men ever say. Seriously, I've no idea why women do that.
"So Roy, anyone you're interested in?" I grinned. I love making Roy feel uncomfortable. Or trying to at least... He doesn't seem to register embarrassment.
"Well there is this water nymph down at the lake, but she thinks I'm boring." He sighed. Wow. I didn't actually expect him to be interested in... Anyone, actually.
"Aww chin up Roy, I'm sure you'll get her." I smiled. Roy sighed and went back to chewing his bamboo. I almost felt bad for him, but then I got hit by another cramp.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" Roy asked, looking at me like I was some kind of crazy person. Or maybe some kind of lamp.
"I am eating a flower right now aren't I" "yes, yes you are" "dammit" I sighed and tossed the beautiful plant off to the side.
"I am going to blame this on the cravings, and we are both going to believe that and not question the issue any further." "Yup."
"It's been like an hour and I already can't take any more of this pregnancy." I groaned and sipped one of the coffee's that Sissel had made. A strange mixture of bitter and sweet. I shall call it, "bittersweet."
"Oh god. Now the headaches." I groaned, and Sissel immediately showed up. He suggested that I try more coffee, which is his answer to everything.
"Seriously Sissel, shut up." I growled. He flinched, and he looked hurt. Watch yourself girl, that's your kid's dad. Also he's hot.
"I'm sorry Sissel. I'm transitioning into mood swings, I didn't mean it." I sighed and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed, and nodded.
"I'm really starting to hate this pregnancy."
"I heard about a bank robbery near some nice little restaurant. I did some digging, and guess who I find out is running the place? My personal favorite dirtbag, Wasabi." He chuckled, and I could just /feel/ that smug grin on his face.
"Oh my apologies, I must have forgotten to send you the memo. I believe it was titled 'crooked cop frames local restaurant owner.' Oh no, that was a newspaper headline." I muttered.
"You know damn well that trial was a farce, Wasabi. I know for a fact that you payed off that jury. Those bastards at the department didn't believe it, but I know it." He growled.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." I grinned. In that moment, I'm surprised our phones didn't spontaneously combust.
"You cost me my job, you cost me my reputation, you even cost me my marriage, Wasabi." He muttered, his voice full of contempt.
"Sorry about that one, guess I probably shouldn't have banged your wife-" "I will rip the flesh from your bones you cocky son of a bitch!" He shouted. He paused and sighed, and when he spoke again, his voice was cold and calculating, which was somehow more terrifying than his anger.
"You ruined me Wasabi. Don't you dare get it into your head that a failed court case is gonna stop me from taking you down. Run as fast or as far as you can, but no matter where you've ended up, no matter how deep in the muck you bury yourself, I will find you. And know this, when that day comes that you finally get put in that electric chair, I'll be the one pulling the lever." He muttered. The phone clicked.
"Ok Joice... You can't stay out here in the rain. You're gonna have to try and get somebody to let you in their place for the night." I shivered. The rain had soaked through the scraps I call clothes and the weight of my fur was ninety percent water.
"Im sorry, I can't." "Sorry." "I've got visitors." "No way." "I'm not letting a filthy vagrant in my house." "Get lost you vermin." They all had the same reason, some of them were just more open about it.
"So cold." I shuddered. My skin felt like ice, and even my bones were cold. I shivered and balled up beside a dumpster. I grabbed a wet newspaper and pulled it over me like a blanket.
"Come on hon, it's cold and it's raining, let's get back to the house." Someone said off on the sidewalk. That voice sounded familiar for some reason.
"Oh my god. Hey, are you ok?" The voice asked. I suddenly felt the rain stop. I looked up, and that one white furred angel-wing-ear guy from the restaurant was holding an umbrella over me.
"Come on, you can stay at our house. Come on." He smiled and helped me up. I wanted to struggle, but I couldn't feel my arms and legs. He smiled and sort of walk/carried me down the street. His partner didn't seem sure whether I could be trusted or not. Ten minutes later we arrived at their house.
"Come on, sit here by the fire. I'll go get you something warm to drink." He smiled and sat me down in front of a fireplace. He even wrapped a blanket around me. He set some dry clothes down next to me and ran off towards the kitchen. I sat for a while, feeling the warmth of the fire wash over me.
"Hon, can you grab me some hot sauce out of the pantry?" His voice came from the kitchen. I heard his partner sigh, rather loudly actually.
"Why hot sauce?" His partner asked, but he complied regardless and grabbed a red glass bottle out of a cupboard on the wall.
"I'm experimenting, just hush." He laughed. His partner sighed again. He smiled and rushed out to me with a bowl filled with what almost looked like... Chicken noodle soup?
"T... T-thank y-you." I shivered and swallowed a spoonful of the soup. It was delicious, with just the slightest spiciness. I immediately downed another spoonful, then another, and another, and in mere minutes I'd eaten the whole thing. My whole body felt warm now
"Don't worry about it. I couldn't just leave you out there in that rain all night to freeze to death." He smiled, and his ears twitched.
"I heard that, hon." He called back to his partner. His partner laughed and called back with something unintelligible that I couldn't hear.
"I... I can't thank you enough for this. I saw you two in the restaurant the other day and I thought you were disgusting because you were gay, but... I guess I'm sorry for that. I can't thank you enough for taking me in." I sighed.
"It's ok. I guess a lot of people think that about us, but I don't hold it against you. And it's the least I could do. I couldn't bring myself to leave you out there in the cold." He smiled and sat down across from me.
"How old are you?" He asked, with that same happy smile on his face. Usually I don't like to tell people about me, but he'd been nothing but kind, so I guess he deserved that much.
"Seventeen. I turned seventeen last month. And my name is Joice." I said. He smiled at that. He didn't ask my name, but I didn't really see any reason not to tell him.
"I turned twenty-seven four months ago. My name is Mali." He smiled. Mali? What a weird name... And what species is he exactly?
"Mali was my mother's name, and I have no idea what species I am." He giggled. Wait a second, how the heck did he know what I was thinking?
"To answer that question, my ears hear what other people are thinking. They're a bit selective though. Can't really control it." He smiled. He can hear people's thoughts? That a bit... Unnerving.
"Don't worry, it's pretty rare that I hear anything from people I don't spend a lot if time with. I think they have to get used to someone before they start hearing things." He laughed, and despite myself, I had to laugh too.
"So, don't you have a home? Parents? Someone you can stay with?" He asked, looking quite concerned for me. I sighed.
"No. I never met my parents, and the closest thing I have to a home is the underside of a bridge." I muttered. It's not easy being homeless.
"Ohh, I'm so sorry to hear that Joice. Well, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you want." He smiled, and I got the feeling he meant it, not like when people just say that when they know you won't take them up on it.
"Well, I... Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's done for me in a long time." I smiled, which made his eyes light up in pride.
"Anything I can do to help. I know what it's like to feel alone." He said, and got up to go do something or other. Most likely to clean up the kitchen.
"But wait. Are you sure your partner won't mind me staying here with you?" I asked. His partner seemed like a nice enough guy, but he'd been pretty quiet about the whole thing.
"Oh you mean Sal? Nah, he pretty much does whatever I tell him." He laughed and started scrubbing away at the pot he cooked the soup in.
"But watch out for Jason. He's a serious... I think the term is 'player'... Just keep an eye on him, and if he tries anything, you have my permission to beat him up." He laughed. I smiled. I think I sort of like it here.
"Get out of my restaurant. Now!" I growled. Randall leaned back in his booth with his standard defiant grin on his ugly face.
"Oh come now Wasabi, the customer is always right you know." He laughed, in that gravelly voice of his, his tail swishing dangerously. He's a tiger shark, and I've never seen him in anything but his faded tan army uniform, even when he was still a cop.
"That's it. I'm absolutely sick of your shit Mallows." I growled and pulled my gun on him. Smith and Wesson 500. caliber revolver. My baby.
"Has anyone ever mentioned your rude habit of asking favors accompanied by the threat of a gun?" He muttered. Did he just quote "24"?
"Last chance Mallows. You get the hell out of my restaurant, or I shoot you." I muttered. Mallows is probably my least favorite person on the planet, and I'd love nothing more than to put a bullet between his eyes.
"And assault one of your customers? Oh how that would look in the papers." He grinned, with teeth almost as sharp than mine, and just as deadly.
"Just think what I could do to your "organization" if I were to slip to the police that you robbed that bank." He laughed, pretty damn proud of himself.
"We could easily dismiss anything you tell the police under the pretext that you have a personal vendetta against us, which is true." Phillip said, scribbling on his clipboard, with just the slightest grin on his face. He loves legal shenanigans.
"Sure you could, and they'd most likely believe you, but still, are you willing to take the chance that they could start investigating you? Think of all the dirt they could dig up if they looked into some of your previous files." He grinned, stood abruptly, and walked out.
"I hate that guy so much." I growled. It's not so much the fact that he's deadset on exposing us, it's the fact that he's such a dick about it... and because he's trying to expose us...
"Sissel, I look five months pregnant." I sighed. My stomach was bulging out and I'd already started pulling my shirt up over it because they barely fit over my stomach.
"You look fine, and for the sake of keeping my testicles, I am going to continue to say as much." Sissel said, cuddling up to o in his bed. I called Stacy and told her I'd be staying with him for the night. She seemed pretty ok with it, which was surprising.
"You're damn right you are." I grinned, and we both laughed. Sister is just... He's just perfect. He's funny, he's kind, he genuinely, and he's a damn fine cook, pardon my language.
"So, if the twelve hour timetable Wasabi set is correct, we should expect the baby around twelve tomorrow. We should really head to the hospital first thing in the morning." I yawned. This accelerated pregnancy was making me really tired.
"Yeah... Pro... Probably... Shoulllll..." Sissel trailed off, falling asleep mid-sentence. I chuckled weakly, and fell asleep with him.
"Sarah, I lo... Sarah I... I... I can't do it!" I yelled at my mirror. I've been at this all day, and I just couldn't bring myself to say what I felt.
"Come one Lucile, man up!" I yelled again. I sighed and laid back on my bed. My mirror doesn't deserve to be yelled at.
"Sarah, what's wrong with me. I just... I want you to love me, but you seem intent on staying away from me. What's wrong with me?" I sighed. I've spent a lot of time talking to my ceiling lately, and so far the ceiling has yet to divulge its secrets.
"What do you thin Mr. Fluffy?" I asked my stuffed animal. He's always been there when I need someone to talk to about things.
"You should just tell her how you feel." I said, in a squeaky voice that I use to pretend he talks back. I sighed. He would say that.
"I already tried that, but she rejected me. I don't know if I can go through that again." I muttered. Mr. Fluffy is usually helpful, but he's never been very good with love issues.
That first night with her, it still haunts me. I keep feeling her bouncing on top of me, calling me dirty. It's so... Arousing...
"Oh come on!" I muttered. My skirt was tenting again. I can't even think about her anymore without this happening to me.
"Sarah... Just like that... Yeah..." I groaned, stroking myself. I could just feel her. Her hands, her warm mouth, her wet pussy squeezing me.
"Yes! More, like that. YES!" I yelled, arching my back and spraying cum in the air. It splattered down on the floor at the foot of my bed. I sighed and pulled my panties back up.
"Sarah..._ I love you_"
"Come on you damn griffin, hurry up, I don't have time for this." I grunted. Me and Sissel overslept, and this griffin was flying us off to the hospital.
"I'm really sorry about this man, she's in labor and she isn't thinking straight and-" "no no man, I totally get it. You know my wife was even worse when her time came around. Almost bit my frikkin head off." He laughed, and Sissel joined him, before a yell from me cut them both off.
"There we are, right up to the front door. Least I can do for you." He said, and set us down. A bunch of nurses rushed out to meet us. They put me on a hospital bed and wheeled me and Sissel down a hallway and into some sort of room where I guess they do this sort of thing.
"I've never seen her in here for standard checkups." One of the nurses said. Sissel explained the whole pregnancy accelerating potion thing to her.
"Damn. That stuff's expensive. Makes it easier though." She muttered. I spaced out for a few minutes, and when I focused again I was in a birthing position. I blacked out again for most of it, to conveniently avoid grossing a bunch of people out.
"Come on ma'am, push!" The nurse yelled. With a final push, and an unbelievable sense of relief, I finally got the damn thing out of me.
"It's a girl." The nurse said to Sissel, with a weird look on her face. He looked at the kid, then to me, and his eyes looked hurt. They handed me the baby. She was a bat.
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-man, I am so glad to finally have that done. I've had that plot twist in the plans since the instant I brought Lucile into this story.
-I really really hope nobody saw that plot twist coming. I hope it was surprising.
-that uh... That's all I've got.