Merkityksellisyys
Merkityksellisyys
*)Banon and Allison's House(*
Three days after meeting Vernon, Allison and Banon had some downtime where they could talk freely and do other things a couple should - like play with breasts.
"Be gentle; those things feed your kids," reminded Allison as Banon gently toyed with her breasts, taking note of the yellowish-pink areola on each one. He flicked his tongue across it as his cock poked out and his hands gently rubbed them, slimy skin on slimy skin.
"I know," said Banon. "The kids come up to me every day and say 'Mommy can make food from her chest! Why can't you, Daddy?'"
The kids were asleep downstairs. A heavy rain two days before had flooded the basement to the point the Kacheek could care less about the mermaid's-purses, which were visibly growing tadpoles now. She was currently sleeping on top of the stove, curled around its pipe.
"That's because I can make milk," said Allison, "and your kids love it."
Banon let the breasts go, and sat down, remembering the question that had been burning in his mind for a while now. "Honey," asked Banon, "since I know more about Politoeds than... than... whatever the hell you are..."
"Frog princess," cut in Allison.
"Yeah, frog princess... Could you please explain some things to me?"
"Shoot," she said.
"First," said Banon, gesturing towards Allison's belly, "I've been noticing that you've been having a harder time keeping food down as of late. You throw up each morning right outside; what's up? Are you coming down with what that Judge had?"
"No, I'm perfectly healthy," said Allison, rubbing her stomach. "I'm just pregnant."
"'Pregnant?' What's that mean?" asked Banon.
"Remember the first night we met when you mated me?" she asked.
"Yeah. I kinda thought you had one extra hole; I figured to give it some attention, too."
"That isn't an 'extra' hole," said Allison, spreading her legs so that Banon could see her egg factory and her cunny. She pointed at the latter. "This is where I give live birth."
"'Live birth?'" Asked Banon, lost.
"Well... It's where I grow a tadpole in my belly until it matures to a point, and then it comes out through that hole," said Allison, struggling to find terms Banon would understand. "It comes out a bit past the tadpole stage, but I can only do one at a time, and I have to wait six months after mating to birth it."
"Will you always be this skinny while you've got the kid in you?" asked Banon.
"Nope," said Allison, circling a spot on her belly. "My womb, where the kid develops, is right here, and as the kid develops, it'll grow, as will my belly."
"What'll the kid eat when it comes out?" asked Banon.
"That's where these come in handy," said Allison, holding up a boob and using her thumb to point at an areola. "Milk comes from these things if you suck on them."
"May I--"
"No. They're for the children," playfully chided Allison.
Meanwhile, in the vicinity, things happened.
First, several portals opened and members of Builders' League United found themselves staring at a prime building location that was currently serving as a Ahriman home. A fight ensued, and the monsters fled, allowing B.L.U. to start making plans for the flat spot in Uladon.
Next, an engagement between Clans Nutsy and Dip was interrupted by the sounds of whips as a Sekheini slaver complete with a train of slaves for a delivery from Baguba stepped onto the scene. The slaver was mowed down and all the slaves freed; most of them fled into the swamp.
Third, a local Python comedic group performing the Kilimanjaro sketch was killed when the stage they were performing on was accidentally wrecked by a Boeing Bomb dropped from an airship flying overhead.
Last, Alk went on the warpath.
"Hey, cut us a break, kupo!" hissed Mendoza Noff of Clan Nutsy as a steamed Alk handed him a citation for the murder of the Sekhein slaver. Were it not for the fact that Bervenia had Sekhein labeled as "terrorist", Alk would have eviscerated him with his Judgesword on the spot rather than write a ticket like a Chocobo maid.
"No breaks just because the Judgemaster's in your clan," said Alk, "unless that antenna of yours can pirate recent TV signals from Earth. I'm tired of watching last year's American Idol." He handed him the ticket.
"Fuck you, Judge, I'm not paying a fine! If anything, you should thank me for killing a slaver!" retorted Eugene Bana from Clan Dip, who threw his citation on the ground and spat on it.
"Double fine and three days in a cell with a horny Bangaa unless you pick that goddamned thing up right now," said Alk, his tone clearly angry.
"I'll do the time, but I ain't paying no fine for killing a terrorist or slaver!" he rebutted.
"You're human," retorted Alk, his voice rising. "Ergo, you are practically a slaver. Pay up or I will be forced to send you to Sprohm."
"Here's my payment, then, you Nidoqueen dildo!" hissed Eugene, flashing himself to Alk, who leapt off his Chocobo and, with a swing of his Judgesword, castrated him.
"Get the fuck out of my sight, the lot of you," growled Alk as he got back on his steed and led it deeper into the swamp, where Vern had "searched" a few days earlier. He had voiced his suspicions to Marche, who dismissed them out-of-hand, not knowing Vern had a reason to lie.
He eventually came across the house, and backtracked a little bit. Unfortunately, his Chocobo croaked a disagreement.
"Shh!" hissed Allison as the Chocobo's wark echoed in from outside. She got low to the ground and motioned for Banon to act feral, retreating to the basement quickly as Alk dismounted. Allison just managed to get into the basement as Alk entered.
"Knock knock, Allison," said Alk. "I know you're in here."
Allison stayed silent, and silently crept into the basement, sinking to the floor and retreating to the nearest corner. As the water was near the top step, Alk couldn't peek in and see her there without swimming, and Allison had a suspicion Alk never learned how to swim.
"No response? Come on, Allison, the local parish is worried about you. Come on up here and let's talk, like civilized beings."
Alk stepped through the rooms upstairs, not daring to enter the basement. He saw a Politoed sitting in the mud asleep and a thin Spotted Kacheek sleeping on the cast-iron stove, but no evidence of Allison. The smell of decay was too overpowering.
"Oh, ho, ho, so you've turned, is that it?" asked Alk, semi-playfully. In truth he was getting tired of this. Was the Judge correct? He turned to leave, but a glint of something caught his eye. He turned around and saw a beige hair on the stove, caught on the edge of the stove. The color was a bit too deep to be the Kacheek's. Immediately recognizing it as the Raichuman's, he turned and made a proclamation: "Or did my Judge friend convince you to reject Aslan? Well?"
Allison could barely hear Alk through the water, but she was starting to fear for him. Alk was suffering from losing a childhood friend - but why would he just arrive here, even after Vernon said he couldn't betray her location? Unless...
Aslan be damned! That traitorous rat; he snitched to the Judgemaster and then he let Alk know where I am!
Allison made a mental note to kill Vern next time he saw him.
"Cut the games, Sister Ûndreyr. Either you're not here or you're suffering from Stockholm; I have more reason to believe the latter. Now, you have the option of showing up, or I kill this Politoed."
Allison gave a start, and a protest stuck in her throat, almost making her choke. He wouldn't dare, not if he were of Aslan's silk!
"Wha-?" was Banon's stunned response as Alk brought his Judgesword to bear.
That's when the Kacheek pounced, angry at having been disturbed from her sleep by the Judgesword hitting her in the face with its flat.
With a loud yowl and flailing limbs, she dove onto Alk mercilessly, landing on his shoulder and clawing his face, right across the right eye. Blinded, Alk dropped the Judgesword, grabbed the Kacheek, and threw her out the window before picking up his Judgesword again and rubbing his eye. Blood was seeping from it.
"You can delay all you want, Little Miss Uptight Whore," said Alk, "but you will come to see soon enough. The Church wants you, and you can still do so much good for it."
Not if you're speaking on behalf of the Church, thought Allison. You might as well be a Catholic.
"I will be back - and I will see that face of yours next time," hissed Alk. With that, he left the house and rode off on his Chocobo towards Baguba.
A few minutes passed before Allison left the basement. She silently approached Banon, who looked shocked. "Who was that, Allison?" he demanded.
"He's... a member of the Church of Aslan," she said. "My former church. And he appears to be losing it."
"Losing it? That fucktard just threatened to kill me!"
"That... dildo... came here because of that Judge a couple days ago," said Allison, sitting in the mud. "I think he talked."
"I don't think," said Banon, "I'm certain he gave us up. However, I'm pretty certain that he did not betray us willingly."
"How certain?" asked Allison, her tone turning altogether more sinister. "Are you so certain you'd be willing to let him into the house again with a regiment of Judges tailing him?"
"What's the actual likelihood that he'd have multiple Judges?" shrugged Banon. "All he'd really need is himself - remember, electricity does not help us."
"Would he really want to kill us, or just turn us over to the Church?" rebutted Allison. "Think about it."
Banon reclined himself in the mud. "And what's the likelihood he'd cooperate with the Church of Aslan? Everything he said in Chu when he rode up was blasphemous towards him. And that's as light as I can describe it."
"But he's a former Sekhein slave," rebutted Allison. "He might be willing to turn us over to curry favor with someone."
"You mistake slaves for slavers," said Banon. "Just relax. If he does show up with reinforcements, I'll just bite his head off."
Allison sighed. She looked at Banon. "Interested in a go?" she asked in Common.
"Are you laying?" asked Banon.
"No," said Allison, quickly realizing that Banon didn't understand the concept of sex for pleasure.
"Then why waste sperm?" he asked, reclining a bit further as the Kacheek limped back in. "I've seen breeder culture in regards to sex. (Allison flinched at the racial slur) It's bloody wasteful. You don't impregnate someone by going up their tailhole or mouth!"
And he doesn't know that human culture often abhors babies with anyone except the wife, thought Allison before quickly saying, "Right. Sorry." She sat down in the mud before squatting like a frog in it to keep her skin moist.