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Lime awoke feeling fantastic. The weight of the sudden and welcome eggnancy was as delightful the second time as it was the first, their whole body relaxed and soothed. White trilled to them, his large body wrapped around their own much smaller one.

“Mmmm, morning,” Lime cooed, turning to press a kiss in the middle of White’s “head”, catching a glimpse of Orange. He was across the room feeding their sprats and sneaking nibbles. It was honestly cute. “And you too, hero.”

Orange grunted, the many babies copying him until they started a chain reaction that ended in their fastest growing sprat trilling like a little song bird. Lime laughed, White helping them sit up. “And good morning, my sweet babies. Look at you all, growing so fast! Let them out, Orange, I want to cuddle my babies.”

“It’s unnatural how they respond to you,” Orange snipped, allowing the sprats to climb up his limbs and then down his body. They all swarmed the bed and Lime resting comfortably there. A few snapped at Orange and White, but the majority curled up like little pillbugs against Lime and purred and thrummed with contentment. “Absolutely unnatural.”

Lime stuck their tongue out. “Oh, shut it. My babies know who I am and I love it. I thought that they wouldn’t want anything to do with me once hatched, but look at them all. Such precious babies and all mine.” Lime scooped the largest up, peppering the little white sea star with kisses. “But you love me, don’t you, my darling? You and your siblings.”

The baby cooed, wrapping all their little limbs around Lime’s arm. It was adorable.

Orange broke it up because he had shit to do and Lime knew this, they did, but babies. “Alright, kids. We’re taking the little echinoderm attached to the Monarch and two others.” He whipped out a tablet, showing some weird… something. Lime tilted their head. What was that? “Change into this and we’ll pick the best out of the bunch.”

Curling their nose up, Lime searched around for their own tablet. White obliged as he handed it over, watching as Lime typed something in and pulled up several pictures. White’s jaw dropped, Orange paying attention when all the sprats made noises. Lime smiled as their arm was released and suddenly, they had a small newborn shaped baby, picking “her” up and settling the naked baby on their shoulder. Not all of the sprats were successful, but four more were able to emulate the largest baby. Lime’s lap became very full of small little fist sucking human-looking infants.

“Look at you,” Lime praised, running their fingers over the small backs. All of them were just a little off, but they were so close. The orange and white eyes were the cutest parts, telling all and sundry that these weren’t normal human infants. “Aw, guys, look at my precious babies! They’re doing so well!”

White was flabbergasted even as Orange ran a hand over his face. All of his face. “What the fuck.”

After helping Lime stand with their arms full of the biggest sprat and their belly sagging and weighty with eggs, Orange corralled the rest of the young, laying the properly transformed infants on the bed as they all yawned and curled up. The thing about transforming was that it made one alike their target. If an Imposter were to pose as a dog, it would act and react and be like a dog in all the aspects. These sprats were going to display all normal, healthy newborn infant mannerisms.

Orange was intrigued at how defenseless and small these mammalian mimicking sprats were.

“Oh! I just figured they would be as energetic as newborns as they would as little aliens! They’re so small, oh my heart, look at them!” Lime tiptoed over, the largest sprat asleep on their shoulder. “They’re acting just like my sister’s baby did. Do they stay still because it’s energy intensive or because they somehow, universally, know how to mimic newborns they have never seen in action nor been around?”

Orange froze. How did these tiny alien babies know how to do that. Lime laughed as he seemed to short out, blinking his one big eye several times before bringing a hand up to rub his “helmet” head. “The questions. Why with the questions. Ask me tomorrow!”

Lime laughed again, laying the newborn on their shoulder gently on the bed. Their body glowed, the stretch of skin tight but soothed and supple once more, and Lime knew it. They had looked in the mirror and seen themself and had fallen in love with their body all over again. Sure, they had aspects they didn’t always enjoy, but it was their body and they had learned that enjoying even the parts of themself they didn’t understand or necessarily want was part of loving everything about who they were. Did they still wish it was a little different, that something had changed? A little, but not enough to want to redo their life, change what they were.

So, yes, Lime was flaunting their eggnancy to their lovers. It was absolutely working, Orange having a sprat literally gnawing on his limb and being unable to focus or White who was folding the blanket but kept missing the corner because his eye was on Lime and their rounded form. It was invigorating. It was extremely flattering, too, and made them enjoy the experience even more than they normally would.

Giggling a little because the sway of their hips and the weight of their belly was that distracting, Lime set about getting dressed. Or, they would but even the oversized lime-colored space suit wouldn’t fit over their gravid belly. This was not the best but far be it from the worst. Lime knew how to toga a bedsheet. Better yet, Lime had some leather strips and silk cord that they found in the cushions of one of the chairs that they didn’t think too hard about, and in a flattering black. The sheets from the bed itself were a dark emerald green and would make them look a bit like an ancient Roman or Greek god from on high.

Smirking to themself, Lime gently stripped the flat sheet, the babies undisturbed by their rustling, and wrapped it around their body with ease. Folding and pleating the overlapping front so they could walk but stay moderately modest, Lime took the long length of silk and started to wrap it around their chest. It was a struggle and White was quick to help, his four arms making short work of crisscrossing the rope until Lime gently tugged the ends away. Tying it off, they pulled and tucked the top portion that ran along the chest and up to their neck.

“Sheets are always too long, but I’m more than capable of making a robe or dress out of them. And it even looks nice. See?” They ran a hand over their egg bump, biting their lip when White and Orange both shuddered. “Now let’s swaddle the babies and then we can go.”

It was only a matter of using some bath cloths, not towels, to gently fold in little arms and legs, the Imposter infants snuffling but calm. They all seemed to be boys, too, though Lime wasn’t sure if that was a conscious decision just yet or not.

That’s when they all got a surprise. Lime was turning over their largest baby when they realized something very important. “Are you able to morph sexual organs you do not have?”

“Mm, no? Not really,” White muttered, both arms full of baby Imposters. Orange hummed before he spoke up.

“No. At this young age, we are unable to change. As we grow, it’s possible but very unlikely. We are not that dissimilar to Terran frogs, but it is usually far more extreme when or if it happens.”

Lime waved them over. “Then how come we have a girl?”

The Imposters nearly dropped the newborns in their arms. Laying on the bed was a pale-skinned, pale-eyed, perfectly formed female sprat that had just a bit ago been a sea star. Orange swallowed. “Little Monarch… you have birthed a queen.”

After the stunning revelation that Lime had somehow produced a perfectly healthy, growing, alien queen, the trio of adults had a moment to realize they needed names. Actually, it was Lime who had this realization and the sudden exposure to human culture that had the duo of alien baby-daddies stunned. Humans named every child they bore, even those who didn’t make it to term, and now they were panicking because they called the children names in their language but writing it down was impossible.

“Never mind, I’ll name the babies.” Lime held their only girl close, pondering the names they knew and what would be appropriate. Passing a mural of Space Exploration in one of the halls, they had an epiphany. “Juno, queen of the heavens. She will be Juno. Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Mercury,” Lime pointed to each boy. “I will name them for the Terran gods and their planets. Seems fitting.”

Orange had no real interest in naming his children human names, but they sounded strong. White smiled, nodding along. He was just happy that his children were welcome enough by his Monarch to be named in their language at all. Registration itself was… well, nightmarish was one word.

“Hello, I am Lime Calisto, these are my babies, and these are the baby-daddies.” Lime smiled at the woman behind the counter. “I would like to speak with Crimson, please.” The woman looked at the five newborns, Lime’s clearly filled belly, and back to the newborns. Her eyebrows were rising higher and higher before Lime snapped their fingers, breaking them from whatever train of thought that had taken them for a ride. Lime smiled a little more sharply. “Today, please.”

“Of-of course. One moment, please.”

It took a moment, Lime standing patiently even as their back started to hurt and their pelvis protested, but when the woman finally got her shit together enough, she called for Staff Sergeant Crimson. Lime smiled sweetly, rocking Juno as she started to fuss, sucking on her fist and making small little sounds. When SSgt Crimson stepped into the room, the woman behind the desk gave her a confused, desperate look.

“Dismissed, Wendy. I’ll take it from here.” Newly named Wendy just nodded, going back to her work. “This way, if you please.”

Lime followed, gently bouncing Juno when she started to fuss. It really was getting onto meal time, but they had to handle paperwork first and with Lime not lactating, well. There was no meal here unless one of the boys brought something with them. Crimson didn’t seem to mind the fussiness, opening a door for them all and then locking it behind her. She smiled warmly, going to the large desk and opening a drawer to pull out a thin paper-sized data pad. “Alright, Yellow was kind enough to give me a heads up and started the paperwork for you. All I need are signatures, a number, and names. I also see you are gravid again?”

Lime liked Crimson and wondered if they could convince her to transfer to their ship. “I have Juno, the boys are Saturn, Jupiter, Mercury, and Neptune. That just leaves thirty-eight more children to name.”

Crimson nearly dropped their stylus. “W-what?”

Lime shrugged. “So, I’m a full on Monarch by their standards now,” they tilted their head towards their lovers. “I successfully, first brood, laid and hatched forty-three healthy babies. I’m currently filled with my second brood. I will continue to have broods for quite a while, but I will be laying eggs every six weeks, give or take a few months if no one else is on the ship with us.”

SSgt Crimson seemed shocked. This was clearly not what she was expecting. “Wait, you’re not an Imposter?”

“Of course not,” Lime hummed, patting Juno’s back. “I’m Pure human. A dying breed, I know.”

SSgt Crimson bit her lip, looking at the paperwork. “You know, I don’t think that you have that many children. Five is inconspicuous enough and if we add on a species rehabilitation license for a small fee of being a breeder, you’ll be able to get enough extra rations at each station that it won’t look weird.”

Lime leaned forward. “What about making the paperwork geared towards obligate carnivores? I thought it was low key illegal.”

Crimson smiled. “As an endangered species, they are a priority. Even the government can’t forbid you from purchasing land for the specific purpose of keeping the species alive. If you have the space, maybe look into the cultivation of livestock for your needs.”

Lime squinted at the paperwork for a minute, reading upside down. “What livestock can handle space? I have a Terra Freight ship that we’ll be retrofitting to our specifications, if that helps. I can dedicate a floor to just growing and breeding livestock.”

SSgt Crimson tapped the “paper” for a moment before grabbing their tablet. “People would say cattle but that’s wrong. Pigs are destructive, but they are also more eco friendly for disposal and have more variety of meat to balance out their behaviors. Not to mention that they tend to eat anything that falls on the ground.” She tapped a few things. “Goats and cervines like deer or antelope are good for a ship that size, but they absolutely need room to roam. Putting them on metal grating is asking for disease and mangled feet.”

Lime took notes one handed, their tablet held by White. SSgt Crimson didn’t even pause at the extra three fingered arm. “How easy would it be to lay out a layer of soil and fresh sod? I could even use a few dwarf trees, create an ecosystem. The bottom most rooms are easily designed to be restricted access with good airflow and ventilation. If I just converted a whole floor into a small forested woodland, we could plausibly recreate a low maintenance Green Room. With a second story ramp system, we could entirely convert the space for free roaming animals like the deer and rabbits. The pigs we could corral in a corner and make sure they don’t aggress the rest of the animals.”

“While Terra 10 is closest, I would recommend going to Terra 13. The wildlife is more bountiful and the few people on the planet are farming contracts. No one questions when farmers need to import or export soil and sod and livestock. The main family Urameshi are very discreet and more likely to sell good stock. It’s not exactly cheap, but the quality is undeniable. If you must have cattle, the family also caters to pure Wagyu. Smaller, fattier, Grade A show. Also more even tempered.”

Lime took so many notes, SSgt Crimson writing out the rest of the information needed and pulling up more contracts on the data-pad. “Here are the permits for animal husbandry, your statement for the rehabilitation of an endangered species, and the three licenses you need to own a floating ecosystem, animals, and an endangered species. You will have to change the ship, include a bright white, green, and orange band somewhere to show what cargo or lack thereof you contain, and maybe add a coral colored braid to your suits and your civilian clothing.”

Lime smiled as they finished writing what they needed down. “Wonderful. Where do I sign?”

SSgt Crimson helped them by flipping through the pages, her smile warm as she took a picture of Lime, Juno on their shoulder and body looking like a fertility god of old.

By the time they were ready to go, Juno was fussing as were her brothers. It was past time for them to eat and Lime took the shiny new credit chip with their credentials on it to hurry back to the room. They missed a newly disembarked Black and crew, stepping hurriedly out of the way. It was never a good idea to stop a woman with a fussy baby, after all. That didn’t stop the crew from watching them go, nor the Black crewmate from looking just a little too hard.

Lime watched as their daughter opened their infant mouth and showed off sharp little razor teeth. Juno hadn’t wanted to change back with her brothers, content to be held and sleep when not being gently fed small cubes of raw meat, so Lime left her to it. The rest of their brood was bouncing off each other in the tank, crawling around and over and against one another. It was disturbing, honestly, but that meant that it was past time the kids got their own full play room.

It was past time that Lime made the Libertine into a proper home for their children. They had a month to do it. They smiled, pressing a kiss to Juno’s brow. It was time to call in those favors Maverick and Johnny owed them.