Post by Greenie on Jan 13, 2010 23:34:44 GMT -5
Characters: Vessatha, Vess/Pale babies, NPC Midwife
Word Count: 1097
Note: Contains very, very mild references to birth gross yuck. Be warned.
It wasn’t Vessatha who finally kicked Quinn out, it was the midwife. The ferret was drenched in sweat and about to start screaming obscenities at her mate at any moment – but only because she kept hovering. The otter was pacing, muttering, and constantly asking if Vessatha needed anything, and it was very, very obnoxious. She had been tolerating it well until it looked like the first baby was about to crown – and then Quinn got worse. The midwife needed to concentrate on what she was doing, so she shoved the much-larger biped through the door and locked it behind her before she went back to helping Vessa give birth.
The next ten minutes went fairly well. The first two babies came out smoothly, as far as Vessatha could tell, but she became horribly cramped with pain after the second one and never got a chance to see them – the midwife cleaned them up and set them in the crib before rushing back, as it was evident the third one was causing problems.
Ten minutes later, and the baby still wasn’t out, but Vess was about to pass out from the pain. The midwife was forced to give her a mild sedative, both to ease her muscles to let the baby out as well as relax her. A few minutes later they discovered why – he had giant ass claws that were wrapped around him funny.. and he was a bipedal, which Vessie just wasn’t equipped to pop out normally.
The sedative left Vessie in such a haze that she was barely aware of the afterbirth passing or of the midwife’s concern – she merely cuddled the one baby she was handed, oblivious to the fact that she was missing two, and let the sedative carry her away for a while.
She had no concept of time in her current state, but a “while” later she rose out of her stupor to the midwife urgently shaking her awake. It took several minutes before she could open her eyes, but the expression on the midwife’s face had her shaking the drug off as best she could. “What? What’s wrong?”
The midwife looked grim. “The other two. They need masks as fast as possible. They’re both alive – the one just barely – but without masks they’ll be dead in a matter of days. They have a week, at most, and the longer it takes the worse off they’ll be.” The hamster said this with the finality of someone who knows exactly what they’re talking about, and she kept a tight hand on Vessie’s arm as if she was afraid the ferret would fall back asleep on her.
Vessatha was confused, but it wasn’t because of the drugs. “Masks? What on earth are you talking about, woman? I know they’ll need bindings, but they don’t use masks.” She stared at the midwife, wondering if the hamster had lost it – even if one of the babies was full torque, no one would be so cruel as to cover their entire face. Not to mention she would never bring her children to the “harsh” binders – she would make sure they got tolerable bindings.
“No! They are not Torquehelms!” The midwife growled, much to Vessa’s bemusement. “Look! Look at the one you are holding! They are Raemblens! They need masks to survive!” The midwife was nearly yelling, her need for Vessie to understand was so urgent. She held up one of the baby’s giant paws, which were red and blue, yes, but had a distinct Raemblen cream that could not, in a million years, have come from Harlequinn.
Vessatha nearly passed out again. The midwife started shaking her again until the ferret swatted her away. “Fuck. FUCK!” She shoved the infant into the midwife’s arms and struggled to get off the bed. She nearly fell, and wobbled as she walked, but she made it to the crib, and was able to stare at it in horror. Bog spots. Bog markings. Half-feline. Adorable babies that were not Quinn’s.
Apocalypse. She was going to KILL HIM, but first she was going to rip his testicles off and stuff them down his throat. “Suits…” Vessatha began swearing again, and slid down the side of the crib to sit woozily on the floor. How was she going to explain this to Quinn? The otter was in a frenzy, she was so excited to be having children again. How was she going to react when they weren’t hers? She knew, she KNEW, that Quinn frequently had sexual escapades with whatever pretty creatures she found in other realms, but she was used to Vessatha not following that example, and she was definitely NOT used to Vessatha having babies with someone else. This wasn’t going to go over well.
It was then that she noticed one of the babies – the only girl, why only one girl again? Was her uterus programmed for boys? – was squirming violently, her eyes wide with an unseen terror. The midwife came up behind her and placed a hand on the small child’s stomach.
“She’s hallucinating. She’ll do this until she has a mask… maybe even after. It’s impossible to tell what the effects will be.”
Vessatha stared in horror, in sympathy for the poor child she had birthed that was now in very real pain, simply because her mother had assumed things she never should have assumed. “And the other one?” She asked, pointing faintly at the boy with an oddly long neck.
“He needs a mask, but he is not so bad off as the girl. He is likely to suffer less… damage.”
The ferret frowned, and looked up at the third boy still in the midwife’s arms. “Why doesn’t he need one?”
“The Kahmden is dominant. He will merely… stink.” She held the boy out in front of Vessatha’s nose, which twitched involuntarily at the smell already radiating from the infant.
Vessatha sat for a moment next to the crib with her head between her knees, with the sounds of the writhing infant filling her ears. Finally, she struggled to get to her feet. “I have to talk to my mate. I will go immediately after to get them masks. I’m going to need something to counteract what you gave me, though.”
The hamster gave her a sharp look. “I don’t suggest it. You will just crash later.”
“How much later?”
“A day, perhaps two, depending on how much I give you.”
“That’s enough.” She took the clawed baby from the midwife and placed him in the crib with his siblings, then went to unlock the door.
Word Count: 1097
Note: Contains very, very mild references to birth gross yuck. Be warned.
It wasn’t Vessatha who finally kicked Quinn out, it was the midwife. The ferret was drenched in sweat and about to start screaming obscenities at her mate at any moment – but only because she kept hovering. The otter was pacing, muttering, and constantly asking if Vessatha needed anything, and it was very, very obnoxious. She had been tolerating it well until it looked like the first baby was about to crown – and then Quinn got worse. The midwife needed to concentrate on what she was doing, so she shoved the much-larger biped through the door and locked it behind her before she went back to helping Vessa give birth.
The next ten minutes went fairly well. The first two babies came out smoothly, as far as Vessatha could tell, but she became horribly cramped with pain after the second one and never got a chance to see them – the midwife cleaned them up and set them in the crib before rushing back, as it was evident the third one was causing problems.
Ten minutes later, and the baby still wasn’t out, but Vess was about to pass out from the pain. The midwife was forced to give her a mild sedative, both to ease her muscles to let the baby out as well as relax her. A few minutes later they discovered why – he had giant ass claws that were wrapped around him funny.. and he was a bipedal, which Vessie just wasn’t equipped to pop out normally.
The sedative left Vessie in such a haze that she was barely aware of the afterbirth passing or of the midwife’s concern – she merely cuddled the one baby she was handed, oblivious to the fact that she was missing two, and let the sedative carry her away for a while.
She had no concept of time in her current state, but a “while” later she rose out of her stupor to the midwife urgently shaking her awake. It took several minutes before she could open her eyes, but the expression on the midwife’s face had her shaking the drug off as best she could. “What? What’s wrong?”
The midwife looked grim. “The other two. They need masks as fast as possible. They’re both alive – the one just barely – but without masks they’ll be dead in a matter of days. They have a week, at most, and the longer it takes the worse off they’ll be.” The hamster said this with the finality of someone who knows exactly what they’re talking about, and she kept a tight hand on Vessie’s arm as if she was afraid the ferret would fall back asleep on her.
Vessatha was confused, but it wasn’t because of the drugs. “Masks? What on earth are you talking about, woman? I know they’ll need bindings, but they don’t use masks.” She stared at the midwife, wondering if the hamster had lost it – even if one of the babies was full torque, no one would be so cruel as to cover their entire face. Not to mention she would never bring her children to the “harsh” binders – she would make sure they got tolerable bindings.
“No! They are not Torquehelms!” The midwife growled, much to Vessa’s bemusement. “Look! Look at the one you are holding! They are Raemblens! They need masks to survive!” The midwife was nearly yelling, her need for Vessie to understand was so urgent. She held up one of the baby’s giant paws, which were red and blue, yes, but had a distinct Raemblen cream that could not, in a million years, have come from Harlequinn.
Vessatha nearly passed out again. The midwife started shaking her again until the ferret swatted her away. “Fuck. FUCK!” She shoved the infant into the midwife’s arms and struggled to get off the bed. She nearly fell, and wobbled as she walked, but she made it to the crib, and was able to stare at it in horror. Bog spots. Bog markings. Half-feline. Adorable babies that were not Quinn’s.
Apocalypse. She was going to KILL HIM, but first she was going to rip his testicles off and stuff them down his throat. “Suits…” Vessatha began swearing again, and slid down the side of the crib to sit woozily on the floor. How was she going to explain this to Quinn? The otter was in a frenzy, she was so excited to be having children again. How was she going to react when they weren’t hers? She knew, she KNEW, that Quinn frequently had sexual escapades with whatever pretty creatures she found in other realms, but she was used to Vessatha not following that example, and she was definitely NOT used to Vessatha having babies with someone else. This wasn’t going to go over well.
It was then that she noticed one of the babies – the only girl, why only one girl again? Was her uterus programmed for boys? – was squirming violently, her eyes wide with an unseen terror. The midwife came up behind her and placed a hand on the small child’s stomach.
“She’s hallucinating. She’ll do this until she has a mask… maybe even after. It’s impossible to tell what the effects will be.”
Vessatha stared in horror, in sympathy for the poor child she had birthed that was now in very real pain, simply because her mother had assumed things she never should have assumed. “And the other one?” She asked, pointing faintly at the boy with an oddly long neck.
“He needs a mask, but he is not so bad off as the girl. He is likely to suffer less… damage.”
The ferret frowned, and looked up at the third boy still in the midwife’s arms. “Why doesn’t he need one?”
“The Kahmden is dominant. He will merely… stink.” She held the boy out in front of Vessatha’s nose, which twitched involuntarily at the smell already radiating from the infant.
Vessatha sat for a moment next to the crib with her head between her knees, with the sounds of the writhing infant filling her ears. Finally, she struggled to get to her feet. “I have to talk to my mate. I will go immediately after to get them masks. I’m going to need something to counteract what you gave me, though.”
The hamster gave her a sharp look. “I don’t suggest it. You will just crash later.”
“How much later?”
“A day, perhaps two, depending on how much I give you.”
“That’s enough.” She took the clawed baby from the midwife and placed him in the crib with his siblings, then went to unlock the door.
