Meri's Mpreg Familiar Tale Part 2
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charisstomaWorking Title: Meri's Mpreg Familiar Tale Part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 905
Continues from Part 1
and with Iron Dog's contribution to this new epic A Handy Man
Dressed once more, he left the clinic with pamphlets in hand with cheery titles like, So You’re Going To Have A Baby. Well they had to say that, not wanting to distress any prospective young parents-to-be who might not have wanted to be pregnant when they came in. He sighed and petted his tummy.
“Well you’re in there and I’ve got extra points put on my meal card to make sure I eat properly. Now if you could just cooperate and not make me hack the food back up, it would help tremendously.”
“Don’t tell me, you too? What did they put in the brownies,” Brendon asked falling into step with him. “Ryan was tossing his breakfast this morning all over Scott’s bed and Scott’s not doing so well either. We know who Ryan was with,” Bren’s eyebrows went up and down comically because everybody knew that Ryan and his advisor Professor Vitak were an item and for all intents and purposes engaged. “Nobody is sure about whose bed Scott ended up in that night and he’s not telling.” He nudged Torry, “So who’d you hook up with?”
“Don’t know.”
“What … but you have to. You need someone to rub your belly and make midnight runs for tuna flavored ice cream, not to mention the person who coaches you through the delivery.”
“Did you get put in an interesting condition too?” Torry asked.
“Well, no.”
“Then I nominate you to be my belly rubber, tuna ice cream provider and person who tells me to pant like a dog,” they both stopped and grimaced, “instead of pushing.”
“Oh. Okay. I can do that.” Brendon winked at him, “just don’t put my name down as the father or my parents will have a cow and though the family likes milk well enough and it could come in handy, cows fart methane and that’s not pleasant if you’ve only got a backyard to keep them in.”
“Deal,” and the conversation moved onto what was going to be on Thursday’s astrology test.
Dean Belenus stood at the tall arched windows in his office looking out over the tree scattered shady lawn of the main quad. It was a nice day outside and students littered the grass with books open in study. He sighed, every year young idiots broke the rules and catnip had its way with certain members of the student body. Pinching the bridge of his nose, there were going to be upset parents calling him.
Marion Katz, has administrative assistant, had said that Dr. Mraz’s son just needed time to grow into his potential but the man had been on campus for several months and was still naïve enough to not pick up on the fact that the large number of felines on campus were actually part of the student body. Devin was supposed to be a nascent seer with many shades of precognition according to Marion, just needing some spark to complete the transformation. He’d been off the grid when they’d informally assessed him during his interview for a maintenance position. There was need for a seer, Belenus thought rubbing his forehead, to root out the catnip usage problem on campus before it was eaten and keep his headaches down to a minimum.
If only Mraz hadn’t married so early while still in his magical medicine residency, to a Normal of all things. Belenus blamed that one on hormones gone wrong and alcohol. No doubt Judy had been ovulating considering Devin made an appearance the appropriate number of months later. When the marriage had broken up, Judy had moved home to her parents taking Devin with her, getting married soon after that and changing not only her last name but her son’s, to of all things Alfred Jr. after her new husband.
It wasn’t legal of course and when Devin had grown up and joined the Navy, it had all come out with the birth certificate. His mother had fed him excuses of how his birth father had been a wacko dabbling in the occult and she’d done it to keep them both safe from him. The new husband had sympathized with her of course, being a Normal himself, and deeply into snake handling in his religion. Belenus snorted, snake handling, because the snake wouldn’t bite you if your faith was strong enough.
Devin had gotten out of the Navy after his tour was up. His mother and step-father were both dead from of all things snake bite and deciding to check out his birth father had contacted Mraz. After the tale had been told about Devin’s earlier life, Mraz had had to tread carefully. He’d not wanted to lose his son again and since Devin could fix just about anything, convinced him to seek employment with his father’s place of work, an academy of higher learning. Belenus grinned, Mraz had a wicked sense of humor.
Now if only they could get Devin primed and his talents open. It wasn’t in his normal field of experience, Belenus thought. By the time he got students they were well knowledgeable that there was magic in the world and they possessed it. His job was to direct it and them to where it should be and allow the teachers to tenderly nurture it. Maybe he should scry conference with his old mentor for how to best guide a Magical Normal thinking adult into his full and aware potential.
More continues from Iron Dog :D Relevations
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 905
Continues from Part 1
and with Iron Dog's contribution to this new epic A Handy Man
Dressed once more, he left the clinic with pamphlets in hand with cheery titles like, So You’re Going To Have A Baby. Well they had to say that, not wanting to distress any prospective young parents-to-be who might not have wanted to be pregnant when they came in. He sighed and petted his tummy.
“Well you’re in there and I’ve got extra points put on my meal card to make sure I eat properly. Now if you could just cooperate and not make me hack the food back up, it would help tremendously.”
“Don’t tell me, you too? What did they put in the brownies,” Brendon asked falling into step with him. “Ryan was tossing his breakfast this morning all over Scott’s bed and Scott’s not doing so well either. We know who Ryan was with,” Bren’s eyebrows went up and down comically because everybody knew that Ryan and his advisor Professor Vitak were an item and for all intents and purposes engaged. “Nobody is sure about whose bed Scott ended up in that night and he’s not telling.” He nudged Torry, “So who’d you hook up with?”
“Don’t know.”
“What … but you have to. You need someone to rub your belly and make midnight runs for tuna flavored ice cream, not to mention the person who coaches you through the delivery.”
“Did you get put in an interesting condition too?” Torry asked.
“Well, no.”
“Then I nominate you to be my belly rubber, tuna ice cream provider and person who tells me to pant like a dog,” they both stopped and grimaced, “instead of pushing.”
“Oh. Okay. I can do that.” Brendon winked at him, “just don’t put my name down as the father or my parents will have a cow and though the family likes milk well enough and it could come in handy, cows fart methane and that’s not pleasant if you’ve only got a backyard to keep them in.”
“Deal,” and the conversation moved onto what was going to be on Thursday’s astrology test.
Dean Belenus stood at the tall arched windows in his office looking out over the tree scattered shady lawn of the main quad. It was a nice day outside and students littered the grass with books open in study. He sighed, every year young idiots broke the rules and catnip had its way with certain members of the student body. Pinching the bridge of his nose, there were going to be upset parents calling him.
Marion Katz, has administrative assistant, had said that Dr. Mraz’s son just needed time to grow into his potential but the man had been on campus for several months and was still naïve enough to not pick up on the fact that the large number of felines on campus were actually part of the student body. Devin was supposed to be a nascent seer with many shades of precognition according to Marion, just needing some spark to complete the transformation. He’d been off the grid when they’d informally assessed him during his interview for a maintenance position. There was need for a seer, Belenus thought rubbing his forehead, to root out the catnip usage problem on campus before it was eaten and keep his headaches down to a minimum.
If only Mraz hadn’t married so early while still in his magical medicine residency, to a Normal of all things. Belenus blamed that one on hormones gone wrong and alcohol. No doubt Judy had been ovulating considering Devin made an appearance the appropriate number of months later. When the marriage had broken up, Judy had moved home to her parents taking Devin with her, getting married soon after that and changing not only her last name but her son’s, to of all things Alfred Jr. after her new husband.
It wasn’t legal of course and when Devin had grown up and joined the Navy, it had all come out with the birth certificate. His mother had fed him excuses of how his birth father had been a wacko dabbling in the occult and she’d done it to keep them both safe from him. The new husband had sympathized with her of course, being a Normal himself, and deeply into snake handling in his religion. Belenus snorted, snake handling, because the snake wouldn’t bite you if your faith was strong enough.
Devin had gotten out of the Navy after his tour was up. His mother and step-father were both dead from of all things snake bite and deciding to check out his birth father had contacted Mraz. After the tale had been told about Devin’s earlier life, Mraz had had to tread carefully. He’d not wanted to lose his son again and since Devin could fix just about anything, convinced him to seek employment with his father’s place of work, an academy of higher learning. Belenus grinned, Mraz had a wicked sense of humor.
Now if only they could get Devin primed and his talents open. It wasn’t in his normal field of experience, Belenus thought. By the time he got students they were well knowledgeable that there was magic in the world and they possessed it. His job was to direct it and them to where it should be and allow the teachers to tenderly nurture it. Maybe he should scry conference with his old mentor for how to best guide a Magical Normal thinking adult into his full and aware potential.
More continues from Iron Dog :D Relevations
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Date: 2014-07-29 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-29 08:24 pm (UTC)Somehow I knew that you'd be gleeful.
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Date: 2014-07-30 06:24 am (UTC)I have an mpreg i want to write for you and i want to write more about Phinx, but I am too lazy.
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Date: 2014-07-29 02:33 pm (UTC)Do boy kitties, as Meridae calls them, ever knock up each other and have pseudo-twins?
Devin is going to need some guidance if he's going to be any use to the pretty marmalade cat.
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Date: 2014-07-29 08:33 pm (UTC)Pseudo-twins... *bright grin* you want to write that? I.. ah.. hadn't planned on it.
Devin has to figure out what's going on. *nods*
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Date: 2014-07-30 01:44 am (UTC)Only I barely have time to write what I've already started. What happened to the days when I could write a chapter a week of a serial, one 7-11k story every 3 months, plus one 3-5k story a month just for the fun of it? While I'm complaining, if my kids would just find things to do away from home, I'd write love scenes again. I just can't get a good one going with my kids wandering in and out or chatting in the background. *sigh*
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Date: 2014-07-30 06:28 am (UTC)G
Date: 2014-07-30 07:50 pm (UTC)The person who wrote this, also did this
http://2metaldog.livejournal.com/532126.html
She is evilly good.
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Date: 2014-07-30 09:22 pm (UTC)Whatever I'm doing I must do it again because she's blaming me.
http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/720210.html
She also has figured out an absolutely hilarious and effective means of dealing with phishers who call to get credit card information.
http://2metaldog.livejournal.com/profile
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Date: 2014-07-30 06:26 am (UTC)*grins evilly*
Date: 2014-07-30 06:27 pm (UTC)Re: *grins evilly*
Date: 2014-07-31 03:12 am (UTC)Well they had fun.
And lots of kittens *snicker*
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Date: 2014-07-29 02:34 pm (UTC)Tuna Ice-Cream and pant like a dog LOL
Confused me at the pov change, seemed unconnected - you'll have to write more quickly so it comes together *nods* ....oh wait, there's another bit posted :D:D
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Date: 2014-07-29 08:37 pm (UTC)Then you get the Japanese who have strange flavors for their ice cream.
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Date: 2014-07-30 06:35 pm (UTC)Weirdest Ice-Cream I've ever tried was Cinnamon. Doesn't sound that odd does it? Makes a person think rich/sweet Christmas cakes, hot chocolate, toffee apples..
The reality is an ice-cream that's too hot to eat!
It's cold but it burns. Strangest sensation.
@u@
Date: 2014-07-30 06:29 pm (UTC)Re: @u@
Date: 2014-07-30 06:32 pm (UTC)Re: @u@
Date: 2014-07-30 07:52 pm (UTC)This one
http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/719254.html?thread=4033942#t4033942
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Date: 2014-07-31 03:10 am (UTC)Oh, I see *nods*