Hey, I decided to actually do something with this blog, I have struggled with confidence and the fear of judgment for so long and I hate it. So here is what I hope to do.
I want to write and draw some NSFW/ Kink related things. (Also some not idk)
If you want to see something drop an ask and hopefully I’ll get back to you
Here is what I will do
-LGBT+
-Mpreg (including TMpreg)
-Thicc (as in thick people, gotta love them thighs)
-alien
-monster (monster fucker)
-OC’S (I prefer not to do official characters)
-Ovi
Here is what I might do
-Preg
-weight gain
-stuffing (not to extremes)
-Furry (purely based on how complicated)
-non-con (consensual non-consent is ok)
Here is what I will NOT do
-Vore
-underage
-mechanical
- anything illegal
-real people
Please respect that I have the right to say no to anything
All characters are 18+. Follow me @beardedprincexxx. I finished this part a while ago but forgot to submit, whoops lol! <3
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2 Weeks Later
“You’ve been staying with me until your pregnancy is confirmed, to make sure that I am the one who impregnates you of course. But I don’t want a whiny little bitch boy in the my house all the time. I’m thinking of selling you to my private club for a while, so you can bring in some extra income for me. I want to buy a private jet this year. And besides, they’ll get more use out of you there than I ever could by myself,” Jonas muses, scrolling on his phone as he lounges on the couch at his modern highrise apartment. “We don’t want a drippy little pregnant cuntboy to go to waste, now do we?”
You whimper a little. He has you on your back on the glass coffee table, legs tied open and hands cuffed above your head. Your exposed little dick twitches in the cool air, as Jonas' latest load seeps out of your hole.
"My friends from the club are coming over soon to meet you. It's time for another pregnancy test to decide whether they'll be filling your needy boypussy or sticking to your ass."
He unboxes a test and puts it under your ass.
"Here?" you ask, your cheeks going red.
He smirks and goes back to his phone.
You try to piss but you can't in this situation.
"If you don't do it now, you'll have to do it after everyone gets here."
That spurs you on to try harder. You strain, your dick hardening more at your humiliation. Finally a trickle of pee comes out of you and dribbles on the test.
"That's definitely not going to be enough."
With renewed effort, the dribble starts again and turns into a stream. You know he'll make you clean this up later. The test is soaked. A few minutes later, he gets up casually to check it.
"Pregnant," he growls in your ear.
He gets his cock out and fucks into you there on the coffee table, with a new ferocity knowing he successfully knocked you up, that he's successfully put a baby in your womb. He's officially made you his breeding slut.
After he cums, he frees you, telling you to clean up, and goes to change - though his perfectly ironed outfit is hardly disarranged.
You wash up, mind racing and your cock aching as in anticipation of your hairy belly growing, your chest unbound and swelling with milk. The man of your dreams has really turned you into his pregnant fucktoy.
A few minutes later, you hear the doorbell and Jonas goes to answer it. "Welcome," you hear him say.
"Glad to be here," a voice answers, "but you know we never allow women in the club."
You can hear Jonas' smirk. "That won't be a problem."
An hour later, all ten club members have had a turn to cum deep inside you, and the club’s president is back for round two. He huffs and puffs as he thrusts roughly into you. “We’ll take him,” he gasps.
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By early Monday morning, you're walking in the door to Jonas' exclusive private club. You're dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt but also a black leather collar with an attached leash. The club has agreed to buy your body for the next nine months.
"You'll be with me on weekends and if I want you on weeknights I'll get someone to drive you over. Do everything they say. I have to get to work now." He passes the end of the leash across the front desk to the receptionist, before leaning in. He whispers in your ear, "You go and earn me that private jet." He gives your ass a squeeze and leaves you, the heavy door slamming behind him.
Your mind spins with feelings of embarrassment, abandonment, and arousal.
The perfectly coiffed man behind the desk smiles lecherously at you, giving your leash a little tug. You wonder if all the staff will be using you along with the members. "Welcome," he says, "I'll lead you to your room."
The club isn't dissimilar to Jonas' apartment, all glass, black leather, and steel, but on a much larger scale. The ceilings are high and the windows are huge, with steel gray curtains tied off to let in the sunlight.
Your room looks normal, like a hotel room. "Take off your clothes," the receptionist tells you, unclipping your leash.
You strip to your underwear. "All your clothes," he smirks.
Naked and collared, you can already feel your slick starting to drip down your leg, and your cheeks redden. Your leash is reclipped, and you are tugged into motion.
Leading you into another room, he says, "This is where you'll be spending most of your time." You are in a fully-equipped dungeon, complete with couches, padded tables, an iron cross, a cage and shelves filled with toys and equipment. There is a frame for rope bondage and a wide selection of rope. You can't help but gasp. All your dreams are coming true.
"It's too early for many people to be in, so I get a few minutes inside our pregnant little boytoy," the receptionist says huskily, pushing you roughly down across a padded table and unzipping his slacks. He rubs his length over your dick and holes a few times before slipping inside. He isn't too big, but he fucks you hard and fast, quickly jerking off into you before his busy day gets started.
An alarm beeps, and he releases inside you. "Time to get you downstairs. Since it's your first day, you will be on display in the common area."
He instructs you to put on a leather outfit that only serves to highlight what it should be covering, and he brings you back downstairs to a large room off the reception area. A few men are eating breakfast and reading newspapers, and don't yet seem to notice you.
Another padded table is set up on one side the room, and you are instructed to get on your back. Your hands are cuffed above you to the table and your legs are put in stirrups. Your open holes sit right at the edge of the table, facing the room, the receptionist's cum sticky on your inner thigh. He takes some toys and implements out of a chest of drawers and lays them out, selecting one. He straps the magic wand to your belly, its head resting on your cock, and turns it on. You start to moan. No one is reading their newspapers anymore.
You notice a poster on an easel to the side of the table. It reads: "9-month Exclusive. Included with Membership. Luxury Sexual Services catering to every taste. His pregnant holes are yours to use."
Your cheeks are beet red, but you start moaning loudly as the vibrator begins to do its work. You begin to lose what inhibitions you had left.
A first man leers at you and unzips the fly of his slacks as he approaches your mouth. He tugs on your hair, pulling your head up to look at him. "What a cute little fucktoy. You're going to have a busy few months. I probably don't need more lube, but-" Without warning, he thrusts his cock deep into your throat as you choke. As he holds it there, spit drips down your chin. "Perfect," he says, and moves around to your sopping wet boypussy, already dripping with the receptionist's load.
hey guys! alto here again. this is a looooong one sorry about that, i got carried away with the world building and falling in love with the characters (again lmao). this story is about a merman and his trans marine biologist trainer falling in love mostly. but for the fetish side of it: mermaid/merman, eggs, monster-fucking, medical, (slight) hyperpreg, (barely any) gore, intersex, transgender, mpreg, pregnancy transfer, fluff, and some more i can't quite remember off the dome. enjoy!
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The Santa Coasta Aquarium; a prestigious and world famous institution, renowned for its research programs, conservation efforts, and displays all sorts of marine life open to the public. Most famously, however, is the world's largest exhibit of elusive mer species in their collection, all available for public viewing.
The aquarium boasts an impressive collection of mer exhibits, including twenty five individuals of seven different species. The six sister pod of gentle whaleshark mers, the four beautiful bioluminescent deep sea jelly mers, the colorful and playful rainbow of their nine tropical reef mers, mated couple of giant octopus mers, three powerful Amazon river piranha mers, and, lastly, their solitary kelp forest seahorse mer, Kai.
With such a wide array of mers, the aquarium employs a robust team of the world’s top marine biologists and researchers to accommodate, enrich, and care for them. In that team there was Osbourne Olsen, a young, fresh-scrubbed but down-to-earth marine biologist. Olsen was a prodigy, he landed this job fresh out of graduating college early, and despite only being twenty-six years old, was one of the world’s leading specialists in teaching merpeople to communicate with human language.
Olsen loved his job, he worked with all the mers at the aquarium. He enjoyed learning their native languages, and finding ways to blend them with English and sign language in order to create a bond with them. This bond wasn’t only one-sided. Olsen gained the trust and admiration of the merpeople by treating them as equals, even friends, and could often be seen under the water communicating with them on their level. However, there was one mer that had a special connection with him.
Kai was...a difficult case. Mers are notoriously highly social creatures who’s well-being depends on a pod. However, the seahorse mer was alone. His species was exceedingly rare, only four in captivity in the whole world, and the Santa Coasta aquarium could not afford to sell him nor purchase the trio from the Munich aquarium’s program. To add, fears over Kai’s competency in a pod were not without reason…
He could be temperamental, difficult, and even violent at times. Longstanding isolation and mistreatment were to blame. As a child, Kai was captured in the wild and kept captive at an abusive aquarium for many years. The Santa Coasta aquarium acquired him after the government shut that aquarium down. In the five years under their care, Kai began to thrive, but the trauma and distrust of humans was hard to undo.
However, Olsen was the one who seemed to be the one that could unwind him and treat those wounds. Their relationship started off rocky, with Kai biting Olsen’s hand when attempting to feed him to gain his trust, and refusing to come out of the private cave in the enclosure for weeks. But with a lot of time, patience, effort, and care; Kai was a whole new mer. He could still be temperamental and no other aquarium workers were trusted within three feet of him unsedated, but he had come a long way. Still, there were always setbacks. Like today…
Olsen had to finish a lesson with the whaleshark sisters early in order to come to Kai’s exhibit, the mer had been acting out again that day and the aquarium only trusted Olsen to scold him. Olsen was the only one Kai would listen to, and do anything to seek his approval. Olsen came up to the edge of the massive tank the size of a two-story building and dangled his legs in, before picking up his calling whistle and blowing it to beckon him.
In only a matter of seconds, the half-ton adonis beast went from sulking in his cave to up by Olsen’s feet, a blur of green and pink, and burst out of the water with a sharp-toothed puppy-dog smile. “Ozzie!” Kai said excitedly, he did his usual grabbing motion at Olsen’s face, putting his large hands firmly on both cheeks with his fingers on the other’s temples. This was a common gesture the seahorse had done to greet Olsen, and while it was surprising and a bit scary to have him so close, the marine biologist knew it was a sign of trust and would allow it. It was also at the top of the tank, a private space away from aquarium goer’s eyes.
“Good morning, Kai.” Olsen laughed happily. It was usually a joy to see Kai, the mer was always so excited to see him. They always seemed to brighten each other’s days.
After the bracing greeting, Kai sunk more into the water and instead crossed his arms on Olsen’s lap. It was unusual for a mer to be so physically close with the trainers, but Kai had no pod and was desperately touch starved, so Olsen allowed it (even enjoyed the touch, but wouldn’t admit that). He gazed up at the trainer with his big, seafoam green eyes and said nothing, just happy to be in his presence.
It always made Olsen feel like such a buzzkill when he knew he would have to scold him. “Kai, I heard today from Dr. Tracy you were misbehaving. Is that true?”
The mer shamefully pouted and sunk further in the water. He averted his gaze and nodded.
“Thank you for being honest.” Olsen said, “What did you do?”
“Attack the glass…” Kai said, admitting to slamming his full weight against the plexiglass to scare off the aquarium guests after someone took flash photography. Which, admittedly, was prohibited for good reason, but Kai had better self control than reacting as he did.
“...And?” Olsen pleaded.
“...Bite the intern.” Kai’s ear spines drooped. He hated making Olsen disappointed.
“Why did you do that, Kai?” Olsen asked. He grabbed a hand on the railing and sunk his body into the water, bringing himself down to Kai’s level. His uniform was a wetsuit, so it didn’t matter much that it was wet. Olsen preferred to be in water, really.
“Guest used bright light, and intern got too close.” Kai admitted. “Not my fault!” The seahorse mer defended himself.
“They shouldn’t have done that,” Olsen agreed, “But we talked about this. When someone does something that upsets you, what do you do?”
“Swim away,” Kai nodded.
“Yes, swim away. Okay?” Olsen nodded.
The mer got quiet again, feeling ashamed. Olsen knew he didn’t want to hurt people and clearly felt bad about it. Sometimes he was just so much like a puppy, so eager to please and ashamed when he failed to do so. So Olsen didn’t want to punish him, he wanted to brighten his mood.
“Do you want lunch?”
The mer reacted by nodding very quickly and ducking under the water to swim in a circle: a “yes” in his language.
Olsen hopped out, and came back not soon after with a bucket of raw fish, side salad of kelp, and his own bagged lunch (containing a tin of salted calamari as a “treat”).
The merman propped his body up onto the edge with his elbows in order to get at his meal. His sharp teeth ripped into the bellies of the fish with abandon. Olsen watched the blood drip from his face and down the thick, muscular arms and body of the merman. Kai was a beautiful creature, truely. Bronzed skin faded into the shimmery turquoise and soft pink scales of his coiled tail and spines. His hair was the same color, slicked back when above water but long and fanned out underneath. The human half was broad and muscular, muscle knitted over bone like a Greco-Roman sea god statue. Truly, a beautiful creature.
Olsen was plain looking, in comparison. Dark hair, dark eyes, nothing much to look at, he always thought. Not that he minded. He lived for his work, and that was all that mattered to him.
After eating his sandwich and giving Kai the anchovies as a treat, he decided to do a routine check up on Kai. Olsen got in the water with him, and began to run his hands over the merman’s body. Kai winced when he touched the giant bruise blossoming on his tail from ramming it into the glass, and then again when Olsen gently touched his sore egg pouch.
Oh. That explains the behavior; Kai is hormonal. His clutch cycle was starting...
Of all the species of mer, the seahorses have some of the most curious reproductive systems. All members of their genus are hermaphroditic, and both fertilize and carry their mate’s eggs. Each year comes their breeding cycle, in which each seahorse will begin to grow a clutch of two-to-three dozen unfertilized eggs in their pouch. This both prepares the pouch for their mate’s clutch, and prepares the eggs for implantation. After three months, the eggs come from being microscopic to the size of marbles. During this time a seahorse must either find a mate, or stay with their life-mate and prepare a nest. Then comes the implantation, in which both will use ovipositors to swap clutches between egg pouches, then internally fertilize them. Both seahorses will carry clutches a further three months to completion, laying softball-sized eggs together, then protecting and waiting a further three months for the eggs to grow larger and hatch, popping out a school of toddler-aged seahorse babies for the mate pair to raise together, and their cycles will stop until the children are old enough.
Unfortunately, Kai has never had a mate… It’s a painful cycle, where every year he carries his own eggs until he loses them. Unable to implant them in a mate, unable to carry his mate’s, and just has to suffer as he births his premature eggs into open water for them to die. Each year is torture, and he’s inconsolable for weeks afterwards. Honestly, Olsen thinks it’s just cruel that the aquarium hasn’t spayed him. But, he knows it would also be cruel to do so when Kai has expressed every year that he wants children so badly. It’s a no-win situation, a biological destiny of pain.
“...It soon happen again.” Kai said once Olsen pulled his hand away from the sensitive area. The merman put a hand to his lower abdomen, he knew what was coming as well. “No babies again…”
“I’m sorry.” Olsen said. He put a hand on Kai’s shoulder to comfort him. “We’ll get you a mate one day…” Olsen hoped he wasn’t lying.
The merman just sighed, and dropped his hand down. Now he was morose, “I don’t like the hurting.” He expressed.
“I don’t either.” Olsen agreed. Thinking of what he could do to cheer Kai up, or at least get his mind off it, Olsen offered an activity he knew that Kai would enjoy. “Hey, after hours, do you want me to go swimming with you?”
The meman’s eyes began to light up a little. He always enjoyed when Olsen would strap on his oxygen tank flippers so he could take him all around the tank. “Please please.” He chirped.
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It was another day of work not too long after when Olsen was stopped on his normal way out the door by his boss.
“Olsen,” Herman Chambers, one of the top executive researchers, put a hand on the younger man’s shoulders. “Come to my office. We need to talk.”
“Sir?” Olsen asked, but instead of getting an answer he received a gesture to come with. He followed his boss through the labyrinthian tunnels of the administrative offices. Soon enough, he got to Chambers’ beautifully windowed office and was met with another marine biologist. Karina Tolskoy, a breeding specialist.
“Olsen, sit down, we want to have a conversation with you.”
Olsen, wary, set his messenger bag down on the ground and sat in the chair allotted for him. Karina and Chambers were on the other side of the desk, with documents to share with him. “What is this about?”
“It’s about the seahorse mer-” Chambers began.
“Kai.” Olsen interrupted. With as little dignity the mers in captivity got, it always irked him when the other biologists couldn’t just call them by name.
“Yes, uh, ‘Kai.’” Chambers conceded. “His reproductive cycle has started again, yes?”
Olsen nodded, there was a somber tinge in the gesture.
“We know this is a very distressing time for him,” Tolskoy added, she was appealing to Olsen’s care for the mer. “But, we have something that may help.” Karina pulled out documents, and handed them to Olsen.
Olsen looked them over, and soon couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You can’t be serious.”
It was news reports from the Shuizu Guan Aquarium in China. They just added a new pod of mers to their exhibit… through human surrogacy.
“We are very serious, Olsen.” Chambers said. His tone of voice conveyed it perfectly. “The Shuizu Guan Aquarium’s experiment went perfectly, they hatched six new endangered mers with no complications and no forced breeding.”
“It’s quite the accomplishment.” Tolskoy added.
“This is-” Olsen couldn’t even express his disgust in a professional way. “This has to be illegal.”
“Not yet,” Chambers said, “It’s so new that Congress hasn’t even had discussions on it.”
“Then it has to be unethical. Do you really want more protesters outside the aquarium?” Olsen pressed.
“Any more unethical than forcing Kai to miscarry when we have other options?” Tolskoy said, ignoring his comment on the protesters. Mer rights advocacy groups had been hardline against the aquarium for years, it was something management simply could afford to ignore.
This time, Olsen bit his tongue. “How would we even find a surrogate to agree to this? Or one Kai would agree to?”
“About that,” Chambers said, “We were thinking of you. You’re our perfect candidate. Close connection to the mer, experience in the field, and a mint-condition and readily available womb.”
Olsen crossed his legs tightly, feeling violated at the mention of his own biology (Is this how Kai feels at this? Or is he conditioned against it? Olsen wondered). Olsen was a transgender man, he came out in college and had transitioned before even getting this job. He had been treated fairly by the aquarium for his identity before, but now that it was something they could exploit they brought it into focus. “What?” Olsen scoffed.
“It does work out perfectly,” Tolsky agreed.
“I’ve been on HRT for years.”
“Mer hormones are nothing like human hormones. That will not be a conflict.” Tolsky added.
Well. Small comforts.
“No,” Olsen said. “No, I'm not okay with this.”
“You’ll get a $200,000 bonus for your participation.”
Olsen gaped at the number. That...that could pay off the remainder of his student loans. Or a down payment on a house. Or both. He opened his mouth to protest again, but found his lungs reluctant to.
“And a raise, of course.” Chambers added. “Probably even a promotion.”
“And,” Tolskoy looked at Olsen with kinder eyes, “You’ll get to give Kai the pod he’s always wanted. You know how he is every time he loses a clutch...”
He knew it was a blatant attempt to pull on his heartstrings, but he also knew it was true. He could give Kai everything he ever wanted and everything he deserved. He would be rewarded for it handsomely, and it would only be three months of his time and body. Still… “...Fine.” Olsen said begrudgingly. “Only if Kai consents.”
Chamber smiled self-satisfied. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He passed over the contract to Olsen. “Return this to us when you’re ready.”
“But don’t take too long,” Tolskoy said, “We don’t want to miss this cycle, or we may not have another chance.”
Olsen took the contract and slipped it into his messenger bag. He would go home, and read it over three fold, and consider what to do.
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Olsen blew the calling whistle at the edge of Kai’s tank. His palms were sweaty, but it would be impossible for the marine man to tell.
Once again, it took only a few seconds for the pink, bronze, and turquoise blur to burst out of the surface of the water. The merman sniffed the air, then pointed to the bucket in Olsen’s hand. “Lunch?” Kai asked.
“Eat up.” Olsen dropped the bucket then plopped himself down on the edge of the tank. Again, the merman ate with ravenous abandon. This large appetite was normal, but it increased drastically whenever he was on his cycle. It takes a lot of energy to grow so many eggs. Even now, with Kai early in the beginning of his cycle, a small puff was starting to form at his lower abdomen where the egg pouch was.
It had only been about two weeks since approached by his bosses with the proposal, but now was the deadline. Olsen couldn’t put off his answer any longer, or they wouldn’t have time to make the necessary preparations for this to be successful. He had to ask Kai.
The merman wiped off the blood from his mouth after finishing his fish, and his other hand went absently to his egg pouch. Even if it hurt knowing he would lose his eggs, his biology couldn’t stop him from loving and caring for them all the same.
“Kai, I brought a treat for you.” Olsen smiled, he gave the merman a small can of anchovies.
“Yes!!” The merman swam in a happy circle, “I big want them.” It was a craving, Olsen knew what he meant. Kai craved these every year, the nutrients were good for the eggs. The merman sucked them down, crunching the bones in his teeth between a smile.
“Kai...I have something to talk to you about.” Olsen said.
Kai’s ears went down. “I did no wrong today,” The merman almost whined. He couldn’t be in trouble, he was trying so hard to be good.
“No, no, not that. You’ve been good.” Olsen said.
The merman smiled, and waited patiently for what Olsen was going to say.
God, those eyes. How could he think of what to say to those puppy dog eyes? “Kai… I know you want your clutch. And...I think I have a way we can help you.”
Kai perked up drastically. “Babies? I can have my babies?” The excitement was too much, the merman spun in happy circles again before even hearing the proposal.
“Yeah, you’ll have babies.” Olsen said. “We, uh...the aquarium found a way for a human to be your…” ‘Surrogate’ wasn’t a work Olsen had taught him, and there was no word in Kai’s native language that would match. So, he improvised. “Your mate. A human could carry your eggs, if you want.”
Kai tilted his head to the side, obviously confused. “What human?”
“Me.” Olsen said. “I could carry your eggs. If you want.”
Again, the merman lit up. He got too excited, and had to dive under the water for his happy circles, then burst out of it, up in Olsen’s face with his hands on his cheeks and fingers on his temples. Saltwater sprayed down on the both of them. “Ozzie as my mate?!? Yes!!” The merman pulled the human into a crushing hug. “Yes yes yes!”
Olsen needed to catch his breath once the merman finally pulled away from him for another round of happy circles. The merman came back up and held Ozzie’s face again. “When, when do we intercourse? I want to.” Kai asked, excited and desperate to know more. “I will love being full with Ozzie’s eggs.” The smile on his face was full of pure joy.
It was then Olsen realized he was blushing, hard. And that Kai had no idea what blushing was. And that...Kai didn’t understand. “No. I’m sorry,” Olsen took Kai’s hands off of his face and brought them into his lap. “I don’t have eggs, I can’t give you any.”
Kai’s ear spines went down sadly, and he sank into the water more. He was confused, and listening for answers. “See… I can hold your eggs, but I have none to give you.” Ozzie said. He decided not to bring up the ‘intercourse’ ask.
“So...no holding mate’s eggs?” Kai asked sadly, he ran a hand over his stomach, knowing that again it wouldn’t be full. He wouldn’t get to birth any children into the world.
“No.” Olsen shook his head. He cupped the side of Kai’s face to comfort him. “But you’ll still have babies, okay?”
This cheered Kai up, just a little, he nodded. “Yes...a pod.” He looked longingly down at his empty tank, he wanted so badly to have a little pod of baby seahorses following him around and to take care of. “I get babies this time? No more dead eggs?” Kai asked.
“No more dead eggs.” Olsen nodded.
The smile on Kai’s face felt more final in his decision than the signature he would turn into his boss only hours later.
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Compared to Kai’s last cycles, this one was joyous.
Every day, instead of dreading and waiting to lose his clutch, the merman woke up excited and talked all day about getting to lay his eggs. He coveted the small bump that was growing and softening out his chiseled torso, always asking Olsen to touch it and telling him he could feel the eggs growing bigger with a big smile on his face.
Of course, the hormones still drove him nearly mad. He wouldn’t let any trainer other than Olsen near the tank, he was ripping up rocks and plants in the exhibit to make his “nest,” he was eating ravenously and sleeping long hours, and if he woke up and Olsen wasn’t with him he would be anxious and hostile until Olsen came back. The clinginess was intense, but that should be expected of a mated seahorse.
This made it difficult for Olsen to do his job, but as Chambers said, “Kai is your job now.” Taking care of Kai and being his “mate” really was a full time job. But Olsen didn’t really mind. Seeing how happy, excited, and thankful Kai was, how could he?
Nearing the end of this stage in the cycle, all the marine biologists on the surrogacy team were waiting with bated breath. They knew he was going to pop any day now, they recognized the signs, and Kai verbalized quite well that he was almost ready to lay. His stomach was large, appearing to be at the end of a second trimester of a human pregnancy, and now had distended low so that his eggs were ready to be delivered. Before it was too late, the team knew they needed to move him to a smaller, private tank for the sick mers in the treatment center.
Being away from his nest made Kai anxious as well, as did this environment. Memories of his times in sick bay were not fun, of course. He swam in circles around the tank, going stir crazy. He was under twenty-four hour observation by the marine biologists, which made him anxious too, and Olsen still went home at night to sleep.
Olsen was having changes to his body as well. The Karina Tolskoy and her surrogacy team were pumping him full of seahorse mer hormones. It wasn’t as drastic as Kai’s changes, but Olsen felt it. The hormones were prepping his uterus in a thick lining and expanding it, he was craving raw fish and other seafood, and he also noticed he was clingy towards Kai as well. But he managed.
It was four in the morning when Olsen got the call: Kai was in labor and ready to implant.
Shit, shit shit shit. Olsen knew he should have stayed that night, but Chambers had told him to go home, and now Kai was laboring without him. He got to the aquarium out of breath from running into the building, still wearing his t-shirt and basketball shorts he wore to bed. “Kai? Kai?!” Olsen ignored the other marine biologists in the room and pried off his shoes, before jumping into the water. This side of the tank was shallow enough for him to stand in, and the seahorse mer came up next to him.
“Ozzie,” Kai panted. One hand came up to Olsen’s face, the other held tightly onto his painfully contracting stomach. “My clutch, ahhh, it hurts.”
“I know, I know.” Olsen pulled the merman into a hug, and comforted him through the contraction. Once it passed, the merman looked up with begging eyes.
“Please, can’t hold them in any longer,” He panted, “Have to lay.”
“Okay, okay,” Olsen nodded. With one hand, he stripped off his basketball shorts and boxers, they floated to the tank bottom. He spread his legs apart and leaned against the tank wall. “I’m ready,” Olsen nodded, but he didn’t know if he really was.
Kai gritted his teeth through another contraction, and steam rose off his shoulders. It’s a misconception that mer people are cold blooded. They’re hot. Sometimes, hot enough to boil the water around them. Olsen felt that heat, he felt it embrace every part of his body even more than he and Kai were holding each other.
The merman’s ovipositor extended from his slit. It was a long phallus, girthy and scaly, thick enough to pass the eggs safely from one pouch to the other. But there was a problem. An eggpouch’s opening is much more accepting than a human cervix.
“Ah-ha.” Olsen gasped at the feeling, his fingers regrettably dug into Kai’s flesh, causing the laboring merman more pain. The ovipositor hastily forced its way all the way through the full length of Olsen’s vagina, pounding and ramming itself repeatedly against the closed door of his cervix, trying to break it’s way in, in the meantime stretching the soft, flexible flesh to its limits. “Kai-'' he moaned out, a plea to be gentler, but when he saw the pained look on Kai’s face he knew the merman couldn’t be. But, Kai made an attempt to make this easier.
As the ovipositor became sharper and more pointed, and stopped ramming to instead open the cervix through releasing numbing agents and muscle relaxers. Not only that, but a hint of aphrodisiacs. Kai’s tendrils came closer, and began to play with the outer extremities Olsen had. Some played with the folds of his labia, tickling his clit, passing teasing touches across the nipples under Olsen’s t-shirt. It was a little too much to handle, Olsen couldn’t say anything, and just tilted his head back and screwed his face up as this happened, thankful the shirt and disturbed water obscured this all from the team’s view.
Soon enough, the head of the ovipositor made it through the tight cervix, and Olsen began to feel the eggs. At first, they came one by one. Olsen’s muscles spasmed as he felt the tight knots going up the phallus and into him. After the first few, Kai had another contraction, and they came like a quick rush.
Olsen half-moaned and half-groaned as he felt his womb quickly fill up, the little eggs slotting in next to one another and sliding to fit in every space. Then he felt himself get full even beyond that. He looked down, and saw his own stomach was distended outward as Kai’s shrunk. Oh- oh no. It was then Olsen knew he wouldn’t be able to take them all. “Kai,” Olsen gripped the merman’s shoulder, “Kai you have to stop- aahhhhh-”
Both felt it. Kai had filled him up too tightly, and now eggs were beginning to burst. Thick slime began to leach out, a popping sensation kept happening, but Kai’s eggs kept coming. He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t, even though he felt it too.
“Ozzie-” Kai cried, he didn’t know how to stop. He was losing them, he was losing his clutch again.
Olsen looked over at Karina, “Get me out, get me out.” Olsen said sharply.
In the blink of an eye, the team of marine biologists grabbed both of them and pulled them apart. Four pulled back Kai, and two pulled Olsen out of the water. Both yelled painfully when the head of the ovipositor was ripped out of Olsen. Eggs spilled out of both of them, and the scales of the phallus had left dozens of razor cuts on Olsen’s insides. The water was tinged with blood and dead eggs.
Olsen was panting, the pain too much. He was pulled out of the water and eggs spilled out of him. He was quickly taken out of the room to the private one prepared for him. The team knew that this could have gone wrong.
Kai thrashed his strong body, yelling at everyone. Why were they taking his mate? Why was Olsen bleeding? Why were his eggs dying when Ozzie promised they wouldn’t? Even in labor, his body was strong enough to fling the trainers off on him and against the tank wall, he heard bones breaking and cries of pain. The trainers were pulled out and Kai was left alone again. Left alone to lose his clutch again. He swam to the deep end of the pool, as out of sight as he could be, and held himself through the contractions. He closed his eyes, so he wouldn’t have to see his dead eggs rising to the top of the pool.
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It took about two days for Olsen to come to. After they pulled him out of the tank and rushed him to the private room, he blacked out from the pain. The surrogacy team continued their work, and while he was out pumped him with enough sedatives, mer hormones, and the donor seahorse seminal fluids to have this pregnancy take.
When he woke up, he found out that his body rejected half of the eggs. And after an ultrasound, he had to be put under again to remove more.
Seahorse mer eggs grow in the second carrier to be the size of a softball. While an egg pouch could grow to accommodate dozens, the human uterus cannot. The team decided that Olsen should only carry five. While under anesthesia, all others were carefully removed and then cryogenically frozen for future use. Olsen had come out of that tank with a second trimester bump, and woke up to being as flat as he was at the start of this. It was disorientating, to say the least.
He was put on bedrest for another week, and his questions about Kai’s wellbeing were left unanswered. Finally, when the surrogacy team and Tolskoy decided that the eggs were firmly implanted, he was allowed back on his feet and to do his job.
It was early in his carrying period, but when Olsen got on his wetsuit, he could tell he felt bloated. It wasn’t noticeable to anyone else, he didn’t think, and the lycra was forgiving.
Carefully, he made his way over to Kai’s tank. He was anxious but desperate to be around him. Mer hormones...right? He was careful sitting down, his nether regions still hurt repairing from the damage. He blew his calling whistle, but didn’t see Kai come out of his cave. He blew again, and this he answered.
The merman swam to the top of the tank, but not at his usual speed. He wasn’t excited, he was lethargic. And when he didn’t come up grabbing at Olsen’s face, the biologist could tell he was mad. “...Kai?” he asked gently.
“Ozzie lied.” Kai spat, not making eye contact. “You said no more dead eggs. Liar.” His voice trembled with anger, but sadness as well. His hopes had been raised sky high, and yet he was still left with no clutch.
“I...I’m sorry.” Olsen said. “It went wrong. I didn’t mean for that to happen, I promise.” Olsen sighed. He felt guilty too, he should have kept expectations more realistic.
“No babies again… Or ever.” Kai screwed his face up. Merpeople couldn’t cry, not the same way as humans, but you could still tell if they were upset enough to.
“Kai… You’ll have babies.” Olsen said. He reached around in his pocket and pulled out the ultrasound. He set it in front of Kai, and the paper became wet with tank water.
Kai looked at the black and white image, clearly confused. Olsen felt dumb for a second thinking he would get it.
“That’s a picture of my... pouch.” Olsen decided that would be the most familiar word. “See? There are eggs in there. Five eggs.”
“Five?” Kai said. He was shocked. A common clutch was dozens, only five was a travesty.
“I...I know it’s not a lot, but it’s what I can do.” Olsen said. “Humans are...humans are very different from you. I can’t do more than this. I’m sorry.”
“Five…” Kai said, he looked down at his hand and counted each one. “...five babies?” He said, trying to be optimistic.
“Yes,” Olsen nodded. “You’re gonna have five babies.”
A small smile crept onto Kai’s face, then Olsen’s. The merman swam up to him and grabbed his face, a sign of forgiveness and an apology, and then grabbed at his lower stomach. “Your pouch is here?” Kai asked. When Olsen nodded, Kai just smiled and stuffed his face in Olsen’s stomach, and wrapped his arms all around him. His spines perked up, but Kai wasn’t his usual rambunctious, excited self.
Clearly, the merman was still sad, but it was different this time. He was determined and accepting. The two didn’t need to say anything, not in any language. Olsen stroked his hair as the merman held Olsen and the only eggs that made it.
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Time passed by faster than Olsen anticipated. This pregnancy was only going to last three months, but before he knew it two months had already gone by.
His body had changed a lot. While two months ago he was flat with only the suggestion of a curve, his body quickly blossomed forth into a round, tight bump suitable for a person at six months gestation. This fast changing development left Olsen exhausted and achy, his body could barely keep up with this rate of growth. Stretch marks striped all along his stomach, requiring itching and creams, but that was about the only normal thing he could have expected.
Being pumped full of mer pregnancy hormones made things weird to say the least. Olsen wasn’t experiencing many of the common things expected in a human pregnancy (which, good, because he would have dreaded that). He didn’t feel the baby kick or have his breasts inflate or his thighs and hips balloon. Actually, everything seemed relatively the same except the heavy weight on his front. The weird things were more behavioural.
He couldn’t stop eating raw fish. When he went on his normal rounds tossing food to the tanks, he was nearly salivating over the buckets. He also couldn’t stop drinking water, always feeling incredibly thirsty. He was starving and sleeping way more than usual, but most of all, he could barely stand to be away from Kai.
It must be mating hormones, but if Olsen was away from Kai for more than ten minutes he would feel his skin crawl until he was by his side again. The merman was the same way, getting visibly anxious and demanding any trainers to “bring Ozzie back.”
Basically, Olsen had to stop working and spend nearly all day with the merman. They played board games, did more work expanding Kai’s vocabulary, etc.. But Kai’s favorite new activity was touching Olsen’s bump and talking about being a parent. It was sweet. Really sweet, it made Olsen want to cry sometimes. Kai would shower him in love and gifts (even if the best Kai could do was the prettiest rocks at the bottom of the tank) but they were still the most meaningful things Olsen had ever received. Over time, it occurred to Olsen he had never experienced such love before, or care. Olsen realized this was the first time he was ever in love.
Olsen huffed as he came to sit down by Kai’s tank. It was hard to move around as much anymore. His stomach was heavy, he suspected much heavier than a human baby would be, since he gained twenty pounds and it all seemed to go straight to the eggs. He didn’t even have any hip growth to support the weight, so he usually had to keep his hands holding up his stomach. Otherwise he tilted uncomfortably forward and his back would ache. Being in the water soothed these troubles, but his bump made it harder and harder to get his wetsuit on or swim.
The eggs were the size of tennis balls now, and he could feel them move around and slide past one another inside him. He had another ultrasound today, and in the picture they could see inside each egg was a little mer. They could see the coiled seahorse tail and ten little fingers budding. It made his heart flutter to see it. Sometimes it took a second of reminding himself that these weren’t his to settle down. These were Kai’s babies. Kai and a donor seahorse halfway across the world. Not his.
Olsen sitting by the edge of the tank was enough for Kai to come now. Kai told him he could sense his hormones at this point and a whistle wasn’t necessary. Kai came bursting out of the water, this time a fish between his teeth. He grabbed at Olsen’s face, then his hands quickly fell to the collection of growing eggs sitting in Olsen’s lap.
“Where’s the fish from?” Olsen asked.
“I hunted.” Kai spat the fish out and grinned. “For mate.” He handed it to Olsen.
Once Olsen took the fish in his hand he realized that this was one of the enrichment fish. It wasn’t part of some meal that Kai had saved for him, it was a part of the environment the aquarium built for Kai. Kai wasn’t lying. He hunted for Olsen. “Kai, you’re not supposed to kill these fish.” Olsen said, tone scolding.
“It’s for you!” Kai said. “I provide.” He pet Olsen’s large stomach again to push his point.
Olsen felt his heart flutter again, and he gave in. Kai was trying really, really hard to be a good mate. He was put in a difficult situation, and Olsen’s wellbeing was his only concern. “Thank you, Kai.” Olsen smiled and set the fish to the side. “I like it, but please don’t hunt for me again, okay? I have enough food.” Olsen reassured the mer.
Kai nodded sheepishly. He kept stroking Olsen’s stomach, “You okay? Eggs okay?” He asked, like he did fifteen times everyday. It was hard having a human as a mate.
“Yes, I’m okay.” Olsen said. He fished out the ultrasound from his pocket and showed Kai. “See right there? The babies have tails and fingers now.” Olsen smiled.
Kai’s eyes lit up wide, he took the paper under the water with him when he swam his happy circles. And he pouted when it came up as wet clumps in his hands.
Olsen laughed, and promised to bring back a laminated copy.
They sat together for a while, ate lunch together. Even though Olsen liked his sushi just fine, something about seeing Kai rip into a fish raw was sparking a craving (of jealousy) in him.
“You want?” Kai asked innocently.
Olsen stammered, and looked around. Kai was the only one here… “Yeah. I do.”
Kai happily surrendered his fish, and smiled as Olsen took a timid bite from it.
“It’s really good.” Olsen gushed, he took another bite before handing it back.
“No no no, eat.” Kai said. He was begging. He felt so proud to feed Olsen.
Olsen, a bit grossed out at himself, managed to eat everything but the head, which Kai crushed between his teeth and swallowed down.
Lights on the other exhibits began to turn off, it was closing time. “I’ve got to go home.” Olsen said, a bit disappointed as well.
“No,” Kai shook his head and gripped Olsen’s hand. “Stay. Hate when you go home.”
With those simple words, Olsen also recognized the same thing. Going home and being apart from Kai every day caused him dread… Why even do it? He could just sleep here. “...Okay.”
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Olsen leaned against a wall and huffed, one hand holding up his bump and another up against the wall. Birth was coming soon, he knew it.
It had now been three months since the implantation, and Olsen realized he vastly underestimated what a task this pregnancy would be. In only three months, his stomach had expanded from being flat to looking overdue with a human pregnancy, probably a twin pregnancy more likely. It seems his stomach almost doubled in the last month, now too large to fit under the wetsuit the aquarium had provided him with or his old clothes.
Olsen absolutely made the right call to move into the aquarium when he did, because it wasn’t long before it became difficult to move at all. He had gained thirty pounds, all seemed to go straight to the five eggs, which had now become very active. It felt weird having five small, independent balls of energy bouncing around inside him, looked even weirder from the outside since he could see them shifting around under his taut skin. He placed a hand on the under part of his bump, trying to soothe the little ones before he finished the rest of the walk to Kai’s tank.
Under the contract the aquarium had to support him with any board he may need, so a small living space was set up for him just next to Kai's tank. Still, the walk from one room to the next was challenging now.
Eventually, Olsen got to the edge of Kai’s tank and stuck his sore feet in, the merman burst up out of the water and cupped Olsen’s face in a greeting, then looking him over with an increasingly worried expression.
“What is it?” Olsen asked, leaning back on his hands. It was the most comfortable way to sit when the tight mass of his womb took up any lap space and pushed his legs apart.
“Mmmm...it’s soon.” Kai said, “Eggs come soon.” He was having regular nesting anxiety, as well as concern for Olsen. He could see his mate was tired, exhausted, and stretched to his limits. Even if Kai never had a mate before, he knew that it should have been easier than this.
“I hope so,” Olsen laughed affectionately, “Your babies are having a fun time playing tennis in my insides.” The marine biologist reached for Kai’s hand and placed it where some of the babies were moving, he had found that reassuring Kai there were actually babies in there was soothing for him.
Kai smiled, and began to marvel once more at the movement. He was so happy this was finally happening, and he was so happy it was Olsen that could do this for him. Even if strings of jealousy and sadness were pulled knowing that he didn’t get to feel those kicks from the inside himself, he was never resentful.
Kai looked up at Olsen with his green, awestruck eyes, and he knew he had something new he wanted to try. But Olsen was too far away. “Ozzie, get in water? Help your back?” Kai suggested. Olsen would often come into the water with him to ease the pressure on his back.
“Not today Kai. I have a feeling that if I get in the water I won’t be able to get out.” Olsen huffed. The one thing in all this that bothered him the most was being unable to swim as he used to.
“Okay. Then I come out.” Without a second thought, Kai managed to launch himself out of the tank and on the edge with Olsen, something he had never done before. Olsen was surprised to see Kai sitting next to him, but this wasn’t the only new thing Kai wanted to try.
“K-Kai?! You should not be out of the water, you’ll dry out-” Olsen said. “Not yet,” Kai cupped Olsen’s face again. He had never been able to look at him like this before, they stared at each other for several heart-swelling seconds. And, for the first time, Kai kissed Olsen.
Olsen leaned into it. He had wanted this, he didn’t even know he wanted it until it was happening but all of a sudden he realized he had wanted this more than anything in the world. His hands went up to the sides of Kai’s face as well, and they touched each other even after the kiss was over.
“Where...where did you learn that?” Olsen was panting. Mer creatures didn’t kiss, and he had never taught Kai what a kiss was.
“I have been learning,” Kai said, brushing damp hair out of Olsen’s face. “You are my mate, you are human. I have been learning how human mates work for you.” Kai had been watching the people outside his tank as long as they had been watching him. He had been taking notice of hands being held, of hugging, of whispering, and now he understood what a kiss was. And he wanted to share it with Olsen. He explained this as best he could.
“Oh,” Olsen said. Just because Kai can’t always communicate his thoughts, didn’t mean he didn’t have them. Mer creatures were wickedly intelligent, Olsen knew this, and it always infuriated him when his colleagues took poor communication as a sign of unintelligence. Because Kai might be the most intelligent and caring person Olsen had ever known.
“Thank you.” Olsen said. He almost wanted to cry, no one had ever shown that much care for him. In his whole life, he hadn’t had much in the way of family or romantic partners. He was realizing that he found all of that in Kai now. He didn’t know how to express this. It was Olsen who couldn’t communicate this time. So, he kissed Kai instead.
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The birth impended sooner and sooner, and before Olsen thought they would have to induce, his water broke. It was time.
Kai had been moved to the sick bay pool once again. He needed to be there for the delivery, mers always helped their mates through birth as it connected them to the eggs, and Olsen couldn’t birth well in the public tank. The setting was more intimate than the laying had been. Olsen may be delivering eggs, but they were not much larger than a human infant’s head, he could do this.
The waterbirth was midwifed over by Karina, and the only other people besides the parents were the two attendants waiting by the pool’s edge in case anything went wrong. Olsen was gritting his teeth and squeezing Kai’s hands tightly through the contractions as the merman held him from behind.
There was some difficulty with the first egg. Because seahorse mers don’t deliver through their pelvis, the mer hormones he had been taking hadn’t expanded his at all. It took a lot of straining and pushing and tears and the forceps to pry the first egg out, but once it was the tears in Olsen’s eyes weren’t of pain but of pride and joy. The first egg, the side of a softball, was placed in his hands. It was rubbery and teal, slippery and hard, and they could see the faint outline of their baby’s tiny body and tail in the cloudy amniotic fluid. Kai and Olsen looked at each other. They wanted to kiss again, but under Karina’s eyes they settled for pressing their foreheads together and closing their eyes. Kai got the chance to hold the egg next. His firstborn, his first baby after years and years of losing them. He held it close, then placed it in the basket he had woven to carry them home.
The next three eggs were delivered with more ease, and received the same excitement from the parents. They all came in different colors, which was nice, since it meant it would be easier to keep track of the birth order. There was a magenta egg, an ultramarine egg, a pale seafoam green (like his father), and they were only waiting on the last one.
Olsen was fully exhausted by the last egg, but musted up all the strength and courage he had. He was in the home stretch, just this last egg and it was over. And soon, delivered into the water, was the last born. It was the smallest of them all, and a beautiful pearly black. Olsen cupped it in his hands, small enough to fit in them, before passing it to Kai.
Finally, the clutch was all born. Safe in the nursery basket Kai wove for them, which now sat in his lap as he stared at them in awe. Olsen watched too, smiling. He got out of the pool with the attendant’s help, and dried off before laying down in his cot at the edge of the sick bay pool, Karina tending to him.
He was watching Kai with his eggs, and didn’t even notice Karina beginning to staunch up the blood spilling out of him or that his stomach was turning on itself or his vision was fading. Until Kai did.
“Ozzie? The merman was anxious, he could smell the blood and see his mate was fading out. “What wrong?!” He asked Karina, swimming closer to the pool edge and grabbing onto Olsen’s hand. “What wrong?!”
Karina ignored him, and spoke to the attendants. “He’s having complications. Bring him to the private room again, quickly,” she said to one, “Stay with the merman.” She said to the next.
Olsen was rolled out of the room, taken for private care, while Kai was swimming around stirr mad and anxious. His mate was gone. His mate was in danger and in pain and taken from him, and he could do nothing about it. The attendant tried to take the basket from Kai due to his stressed out state, which resulted in Kai biting him and sinking sharp teeth into the attendant’s arm before taking the basket and fleeing to the bottom of the pool. Last time he was here his mate was taken from him and he lost his eggs. This time, his mate was taken from him, but nothing would take his eggs.
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Osbourne recovered. What happened to him was a combination of body trauma and hormone complications from the mer hormones competing with his own, but after a few days of rest and medication, he felt fine. Still sore all over, and empty, and hiding how desperately anxious he was about being away from Kai and the eggs, but fine.
As soon as Karina would allow him to, Olsen left the make-shift recovery room and made his way to the seahorse mer tank after hours. The addition of the eggs to the aquarium had been worldwide news, and despite Olsen’s condition that Kai be given privacy during this time, the exhibit was still open and thousands of visitors were pouring in each day to see. Kai must be anxious and scared out of his mind, Olsen had overheard that he hadn’t eaten or left the nest in days.
Slowly, Olsen walked up to the edge of the pool and sat down, ignoring the aching soreness of his midsection. It took a moment for Kai to come up, he seemed fearful and anxious when he did.
“Ozzie!” The merman said, grabbing at Olsen’s face, then kissing his cheeks. “Ozzie how been?!” Concern filled his seafoam eyes.
“I’m okay.” Olsen said, taking Kai’s taloned hands into his own. “I’m okay, I was just tired. Humans are like that after having babies. I’m fine.” Olsen downplayed it, he didn’t want to bring anymore stress into Kai’s delicate state. “How are you? And the eggs?”
Kai couldn’t keep his eyes anywhere straight, darting between his mate and his nest. He left his eggs alone, he couldn’t do that, what if they got hurt? What if something ate them? He knew there were no predators in his tank, but base parental instinct couldn’t be so easily dissuaded. At the same time, his instincts as a mate couldn’t leave Olsen alone in such a state. Kai pulled on Olsen’s hands and motioned to the nest. “Come see. Please, come see.”
“I don’t think I can-” Olsen said. He was too sore and didn’t have another set of hands to help put on his wetsuit, flippers, googles, emergency tools, and oxygen tank. “I can’t put my wetsuit on.”
“No suit, come-” Kai pulled on his hands gently again. “Come hold them.”
His begging puppy-dog eyes were too much. The instinct to hold the eggs was too much. “...I’ll need your help getting down there.” Olsen said.
Kai enthusiastically nodded.
Olsen elected to just strap on his goggles and a small oxygen tank, one that could give him twenty minutes of air. Then, he waded cautiously into the salty, cold tank, and took Kai’s hand for the merman to take him under. He trusted him.
Kai gently pulled Olsen along to the bottom of the tank to where he built his nest. It was a shelter cave made for him in the artificial rocks. It was small, about the size of a standard sedan interior, and only tall enough to sit up in. There, in a hand-constructed bed of soft kelp, were the five eggs. They shimmered with the small amount of tank light still on at this time of night.
Kai pulled his hand over to gently pet them, the babies were all asleep right now but you could still feel the faint heartbeats. Olsen’s heart swelled at the sight of them against his will. For so long, he tried so hard to convince himself he felt nothing for them. That he was a pure scientist, that this was only a favor to Kai. But he couldn’t lie to himself anymore, pretend that these paternal feelings sparking every nerve ending he had weren’t real. These eggs were his, just as much as Kai’s, and he will do anything to protect them.
As the two of them picked up the eggs and cuddled them in their arms, before leaning their bodies against to cuddle with each other, Olsen was glad that Kai had no idea what human crying looked like.
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Over the next three months, Kai protected their eggs as they grew and grew, getting closer to hatching. Once Kai was able to hold all of them in his arms, now they were so big that they were crowding him out of the nest. He was so proud.
Most species of mer are born more developed than their distant human cousins, about the size and skill of toddlers. This makes it easier to care for large clutches, and makes newborns less vulnerable to prey.
Olsen was proud as well, but upset that visitors hadn’t slowed down. Despite Kai not leaving his nest for anything but Olsen or food, thousands of people were still watching with bated breath to see when the first hatchling will take their tentative first swim. This kind of anxiety was not good for Kai. Not for Olsen, either. He had not been successful in asking his bosses to close the exhibit temporarily, or at least limiting the amount of guests allowed. In fact, he had trouble convincing his bosses of anything. After his bonus was cashed in, they had been trying to push him off to vacation. But Olsen would not leave at this time.
Soon enough, the eggs started hatching. Kai pulled Olsen in the water to see the first, but after that Tolskoy and other breeding specialists were pulled in, making this intimate experience tainted with clinicality. Still, they were the happiest moments of Kai’s (and Olsen’s) life.
The first hatched was Toui. She looked nothing like Kai, but had a striking resemblance to her biological aunt in Munich. Her scales and fins were magenta with orange and red shimmers and streaks. She was feisty, and competent, and seemed to know how to swim expertly from her first breath. She was a bit more daring than the other ones were, coming up to the surface to see Olsen when Kai wasn’t paying attention. Everyone adored her.
Next came Sau, the biggest of the bunch, born a few days after Toui. He kept his dark blue coloring throughout, with hints of silver in certain lighting. He was stronger and bigger, with that cute baby chubbiness, but not as daring as his sister. He became Kai’s shadow, following him around and always holding on to a fin or hand. He was a clingy boy and liked to hide from the guests. He had the same puppy-dog eyes as his father that Olsen couldn’t resist.
Born minutes apart from each other were Bahari and Rini. The staff liked to call them “the twins” for this reason. Bahari was the spitting image of Kai, with her coloring inverse being pink with seafoam details. Rini was teal and purple, keeping the color of her eggshell. The two were never apart for long, and would pick which person or sibling they would follow each day. They were curious, nearly mischievous without the implied malice, and quick learners. They were adorable, Olsen always enjoyed when they chose to shadow him for the day.
A few weeks went by and their last baby had not hatched… They waited with bated breath and a healthy amount of worry. Kai tried his best to be optimistic, not let Olsen see his worry. He couldn’t lose this baby that he had held and felt and watched over, not this late. He kept himself busy with his other four rambunctious children while he waited. Olsen hid his own anxiety much the same, spending his time taking care of the little mers and teaching them human communication and play. Just like human toddlers, they were curious and quick to learn mer tongue, sign language, and English too. Teaching them helped Kai and Olsen improve their own. The staff were worried, it wasn’t usual for the egg to take this long to hatch…
But soon enough, little Ele joined the pod. He really was quite small, almost appearing to be a year younger than his siblings. His coloring was unusual, his scales were pure black. In the wild, seahorse mers blend in with the fauna of the kelp and coral forests; he would have been picked off quickly in a grimmer world. It wasn’t long after his hatching that Karina ran some tests, he was healthy, just small and different from his siblings.
But they didn’t love him any less. Like all of his siblings, he was doted on.
And so, with his nest finally full and with a pod of his own, Kai was happy. Being a father brought delight and joy into his life, of which he shared with Olsen. Their children were happy and well taken care of, with a whole supporting staff. Although, Kai would always need Olsen’s coaxing before letting another human around the children. But, over time, even Kai began to soften with trust. The sight of Kai being followed around by their five little ones as they played and learned was a common one, one millions of people came to see. It was the most beautiful thing Olsen had ever seen.
And, at nights when Olsen could slip in, he would come in the tank and put their kids to sleep with Kai, taking the brief moments they had to cuddle up as a family every chance he got.
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There was only one year where Olsen would accept this as okay. That all changed, and now he knew something must be done to protect them.
It was a few days after the children’s “first birthday.” They had all hatched in the month of June, so they picked a day right in the middle to celebrate them all. They had already grown so much, each with their own little personalities and voices.
Olsen hated being away from them, but he had to move back to his apartment only a few days after laying them over a year ago. And one night, on his way home, he overheard something in Chamber’s office.
“-massive success. Our ticket numbers have been up twice as much since the hatching and we’re getting acquisition offers at sky high prices.” Yanley, an executive at the aquarium said. Olsen pressed his ear closer to the door.
“Yes, by the seahorse mer’s next cycle we have to do another round of surrogacy.” Another spoke up.
Karina Tolskoy spoke up. “Olsen was proof of concept, now we could hire a whole team of surrogates, and get a larger yield than five.”
“I’ll have to see about the surrogacy, but Olsen will never go for transferring the hatchlings.” Chambers said.
“Yes, he has gotten too close to them...he may be a risk to this plan.”
“Again, Olsen wouldn’t go for it.” Chambers clarified again. “I’ll have to distance him from the seahorses. Give him a promotion, maybe a grant to study out in the wild. Can’t exactly fire him after what he did, and his research is still undeniably effective.”
“All of us can agree we owe Olsen a great deal,” Another executive spoke up, “But he also stands in the way of a great opportunity for the aquarium.”
Osbourne’s blood ran cold. He already knew what they were saying before the words were confirmed.
“If we separate the adult from the children, he will start his fertile cycle again. We should wait until they’re a bit older, but after that we should look into buyer’s offers.”
Olsen didn’t need to hear anymore. His blood was no longer cold, it was boiling hot and angry. He wouldn’t let this happen, he wouldn’t let it fucking happen. They were not going to take away his family. Sell them so they could end up just as alone and tortured as Kai once was, to leave Kai with his babies gone again. Olsen turned around, and he ran back to their tank.
He dropped his messenger bag on the floor and came down on his knees, not minding the water soaking his pants. “Kai, Kai!” He splashed his hand at the top of the water, not wanting to use the whistle and wake the children up. He didn’t want them to hear this.
Soon, his merman made it to the top. “Ozzie? We already said goodnight?” Kai questioned once he came to the top. He brushed his hair out of the way and came closer, touching Olsen’s cheek. “What’s wrong.”
Olsen panted, he ran here, he didn’t know what to say. “Do you want to run away?” He said.
Kai didn’t quite understand. Why was Olsen so scared? “I can’t. No legs?” He held up his tail.
“That’s not…” Olsen sighed. Kai was literal when it came to English. “I mean, do you want to leave the aquarium? Go live somewhere, all of us, where we can be together?” Olsen pulled his hands forward.
Kai nodded, that was all he’s wanted forever. Why was Olsen asking now? “Yes. Why asking?”
Olsen bit his lip. He didn’t have to tell Kai. If he could get them out of here, he wouldn’t need to. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll fix it, okay?”
“...Taking away our kids…” Kai said. He figured it out. After all, it happened to him, all those years ago… “When? Please, not soon.” Kai said.
“I-I don’t know.” Olsen confessed. “A year? Maybe? Probably not that long…” Tears pricked his eyes. “I won’t let it happen, Kai. I won’t.”
The merman came forward and hugged the human. “I know…” Kai held him. “We fix this. We save our family.”
Before Kai pulled away, Olsen wiped his eyes and nodded. He would figure it out, he would have to. “We will.” Olsen said. This time, he reached forward and kissed Kai passionately, his tongue sliding fearlessly past his sharp teeth. Then, he said something he had never meant more in his life. “I love you.”
“I love Ozzie too.” Kai smiled, ear to ear. From emotion, he pulled Osbourne into the tank with him.
With one hand, Olsen stabilized himself by keeping a hand on the railing. The other wrapped around Kai’s waist. Once having his bearing in the water, Olsen laughed and looked at Kai. “I still have my clothes on.” He pulled at the jacket sleeves being weighed down with water.
“Then I’ll take them off.”
Olsen was blushing again, and this time Kai’s smirk told him he knew what that meant.
Kai stripped off Olsen’s clothes, and they floated down to the bottom of the tank. He then took his hand, and began to play with the outside folds of that curious space between Olsen’s legs.
Olsen shivered, the water was so cold but heating up with Kai’s warmth. He gripped tightly onto the bar and Kai, taking in this feeling. “Kai-”
Kai kissed up the side of his neck, then dived down under the water and explored that curious place with his long tongue. Olsen braced up against the wall, his free hand feeling the long flowing hair from Kai’s head below. Soon enough on the edge of orgasm, Kai stopped, coming back up and holding onto Olsen tightly.
“I love you,” Kai said again, rubbing his hips up against Olsen.
“I love you,” Olsen panted, he began to feel Kai’s phallus present itself again, and once inside leaking out that wonderful aphrodisiac fluid that made his whole insides feel like warm angel food cake.
Olsen moaned and panted and Kai thrust, and Kai grunted with the same rhythm, until both of them reached satisfaction. Olsen let go of the wall, and trusted Kai as he held him in his strong arms and swam with him. Kai was so warm, and Olsen was so safe in his arms.
“I’ll need to get my clothes back.” Olsen said, softly and affectionately into the croon of Kai’s neck.
“I never need clothes.” Kai said. Olsen smiled at that too.
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They only had a few months, and Olsen got to work as fast as possible.
He didn’t really know where to start, in the beginning, but it didn’t take long to figure something out. He crossed mer rights protesters on his way into work every morning, surely whoever is organizing them will want to help?
He got in contact with the organization, made contacts and made plans, and when the babies were only six months older, they made their escape. Olsen helped sneak a milk transport truck filled with tank water in with the activists, and with their help carried the babies in one at a time in bins of water. Kai helped sneak them sedatives, so they wouldn’t wake up and freak out just yet. Then Kai snuck in last, taking nothing from the tank because there was nothing here he wanted to remember, and they left.
The plan was to drive to the wharf. From there, a boat would take them to a private island of a sympathetic millionaire used as a mer sanctuary. It had a house built halfway into the shore, where Kai and the kids could stay close. And from there...figure it out.
Olsen sat in the passenger seat and bit his thumbnail anxiously as they crossed the county border.
“...You know, I’ve been trying to figure out how you fit into all this for a while.” Claude said. He was the driver, one of the activists that helped devise this whole plan. “Why would Santa Coasta’s favorite starry-eyed scientist suddenly turn on them and steal their biggest asset?”
Olsen side-eyed him, not sure where he was going with this after an hour of driving in silence.
“Then, I think I figured it out. He’s your pet, right? Him and those cute little kids. Needed to sneak them out the back door but no time for any of the others, huh?”
“Shut up, Claude.” Olivia said from the backseat. “Doesn’t matter, we would’ve gotten caught.”
Claude rolled his eyes and they kept driving.
“He’s not a pet.” Olsen said. “I love him. And I couldn’t let them steal our kids away.”
The ride was even more silent after that.
The kids didn’t wake up until they were in the pool of a yacht being driven to their new home, Kai and Olsen holding them close as they arrived at their new home.
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“Kids! Dinner’s ready!” Olsen called down from the top level to the flooded bottom level of their house on the shore, their home for the past five years. He carried down some de-boned raw fish to his kids after they had spent the day playing along the beach with Kai and the local kids.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Ele cried to his father. “Rini and Bahari won’t stop calling me a-” the next sound that left his mouth was incomprehensible dolphin clicks.
“El, I have no idea what that means, sweetie.” Olsen knelt down by the edge and ruffled his black hair. Even though they weren’t blood related, Ele looked like Olsen, at least he liked to think.
“It’s a bad word the local kids taught them.” Toui said as she wrung out her colorful hair and took a fish fillet from the plate. “If’s not fery nice.” She said with a full mouth.
“Aw, I’m sorry, El.” Olsen put his feet in the water and pet Ele’s head on his lap. “I’ll scold them not to later.”
Kai came back with the other children later. He had been raising Sau, who had become the strongest and fastest swimmer so far, and backed Olsen up when he disciplined Rini and Bahari for teasing their brother. They played games, did a geography lesson, and winded down for the night before Kai swam down and put them to bed.
Their life had been so...peaceful. Olsen quite enjoyed it. The domestic family life was something he never thought he could have, and the interspecies layer on top of that was even more than he ever thought was possible. But he was happy. For the longest time in his life, he was happy.
“Mmmmm...Ozzie?” Kai came up again. “Sleep together tonight?”
Olsen smiled from where he was doing the dishes. “Okay.”
There was a shallow bed where the two could rest together, some nights they could go to bed together, like a real married couple. Olsen lay down reclining, so his head was above water, and Kai rested his body on top of him and rested his head on Olsen’s chest to hear his heartbeat. They kissed, they held each other, and soon wandering hands felt the sensitive, swollen area of Kai’s egg pouch.
Kai gently winced, and pulled his head up to look at Osbourne. “...Cycle is back.” He was slightly upset about it. He had been so happy raising his kids, he didn’t want a cycle to come and bring him new pain. He didn’t want to lose his eggs even more that he had experienced the joy of seeing them hatch.
“Yeah…” Olsen said. He didn’t want that either… “Maybe we should have another clutch.” Olsen shrugged and smiled.
“Can we?” Kai asked, he knew there were so many steps and people involved last time…
“Why not?” Olsen smiled, “We have the frozen eggs left.” Before they escaped, the activists took the frozen eggs left so that the aquarium couldn’t just start a new clutch. “And could you imagine the kids playing with younger siblings?”
Kai crooned an affectionate clicking sound. He would love that.
Olsen hummed too. “And this time, you could lay them instead.” Olsen offered. He knew that Kai wanted to be pregnant, and Olsen knew that personally he didn’t enjoy it that much.
Kai smiled at that too, he had always wanted that. But…there was something else he wanted too. “I want one that look like you.” Kai said.
“A human baby?” Olsen asked.
Kai nodded and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “They have cutest little toes.” Kai chuckled.
Olsen considered it, adding another human to their mis-matched little family. “Mmmm….maybe.” He kissed Kai’s forehead.
They lay together for a while longer, enjoying the sound and pulse of the waves washing on the shore, and the warmth of each other’s bodies.
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hope you guys liked it! i know this was a long one, originally it was 3 parts but I decided that putting them all together was best. i really like kai and osbourne, they're so cute and their kids are adorable awww. left it open ended for a possible second part where they have a human baby and/or another clutch of eggs, lmk if any of you would like that :)
Ahhh I actually did it. I wrote a story. Here is a short story, I may expand on it later. Introducing two new OC’s, Darcy and Haluth.
Darcy: sailor, out on a trip when they sailed into deep waters where many had gone but none had come back. His ship was sunk, he woke up in an underwater cave where he met Haluth.
Haluth: an ancient sea deity who sinks any ship that gets too close, he takes a liking to and keeps Darcy.
Hope you enjoy
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I wince as my eyes crack open, where the fuck am I, everything hurts, it’s hard to move. I manage to lift myself up and look around, I can nearly make out the surroundings of a cave, the distant sound of dripping and running water can be heard in all directions.
I hear something move behind me, Something big. “Who’s there” I croak out, my voice hurts. I notice a glowing coming from a pool of water nearby, quickly growing. I back away but I am met with a cold slimy wall.
Whatever is in the water starts to emerge, massive tentacle like limbs coming towards me, I freeze.
“W-Wait” I try to yell, the limbs stop “uh, please don’t hurt me” I say. Unable to think of anything else. A loud echoing laughter bounces around the cave “hurt you?” The voice says “now why would I do that”.
The beast pulls itself out of the water. It is easily the size of a small ship. It creeps closer me, it’s glowing eyes latching onto me, rendering me unable to move. “I don’t want to hurt you Darcy”. It says, now almost face to face with me. “How do you know my name” I half yell. It chuckles “now now, no need to be upset, I saved your life” it says looking me over.
I feel a tentacle creeping up my leg, wrapping itself around “who are you?” I demand, it grabs my face and pulls me close, out faces almost touching “so many questions” is sighs “fine, my name is Haluth, this is my domain” he gestures, “and you are now mine Darcy”
I almost didn’t catch that last part, but before I can talk, the tentacle around my leg tightens and hoists me up another one joining in to secure my other leg. Blood starts rushing to my head “what was that for?” I yell, it grabs my face and pulls me in, he kisses me deeply and passionately, I am overcome with so many feelings, I barely even notice the other tentacles grabbing my arms and torso, he realises my face and flips me up again.
“I like you Darcy, your intoxicating, I think you will be perfect” he says with a smirk grabbing and kissing me again. I am left no time to think as my clothes are being torn from my body, leaving me completely vulnerable, he wraps a smaller limb around my dick as another begins to caress my asshole. I open my mouth “wha-“ but it is quickly filled with another tentacle.
Soon the tenticle caressing me begging to poke at my opening. “Stay still my dear, I don’t want to hurt you”. As he finishes those words his member plunges deep inside of me I let out a muffled scream as it starts to pulse inside of me. The one in my mouth starts to move in and out, faster and faster.
Haluth let’s put a gasping moan and the limb inside my mouth shoots out a warm liquid, quickly filling my insides and making me feel so full, I try to glance down only to see a little bump has formed where my flat stomach was a second ago, I let out a squeal only stopped my the member down my throat, it is slowly pulled out leaving a shiny bluish liquid in its path, drooling out of my mouth. “Now you are ready” Haluth chuckles, he leans in placing two human like hands on my chest, searching all over my body as if looking for something. I try to speak but only blubbering mumbles come out
The tenticle in my ass starts to pulsate more, pumping in and out faster, thrusting deeper than I ever thought possible. Haluth is panting and groaning as I am over taken with pleasure. He goes faster and harder as his hands explore every inch of my body. My cock so rock hard I don’t think it will ever go down.
A think warm substance starts to spill from the appendage inside me, his lips meet mine and I feel it. Something thick and heavy passing through his penis, into me, it comes out of me and I feel it drop inside me. Was…. Was that an egg?
My legs are spread as far as they can possibly go as he starts to grunt harder. Another one, then another. The feeling is intense and in describable. He leans down and leaves a bite on my neck, another egg is laid inside of me. He keeps pumping and moaning, I can’t hold back anymore. I let out a cry of pleasure. Another one is planted, at this point I don’t know how many are in there. My stomach feels heavy and he is beginning to slow.
With one last pump his final egg is laid. We both pant as we linger there. His head resting on my shoulder. What just happened?
Not me sitting in a bath at almost midnight sipping a coke and rum out of a plastic cup with a silicone wobbly straw after hopping in for only a shower but ended up spiraling into a crisis of “my course is ending soon and I have 4 assignments due but I don’t know when they are due, I think on the last day of the trimester but I don’t know when that is. I also have to pick my course stream for next trimester and this will end up being what I focus on for the next TWO years of my life”.
LIST OF LABOR / BIRTH PROMPTS
(to get back into writing)
• fpreg or mpreg
1. labor on a plane
2. labor on a train
3. labor on a bus
4. while stuck in traffic
5. while stuck in a lift
6. while stuck at work
7. on vacation
8. stuck at home
9. planned at home
10. at a celebration / wedding
11. at an award show / gala
12. at the cinema / a play
13. while camping
14. during an important exam
15. on live TV
16. while running errands
17. during Christmas, Easter, Halloween, etc.
18. [something else]
+ one baby
+ twins
+ triplets
+ early
+ overdue
# very long labor
# very fast labor
# baby is breech
# shoulders get stuck
# didn’t realise they were pregnant
– all alone
– with partner
– with friend
– with colleague
– with someone who is also pregnant/in labor
– while trying to hide the pregnancy
Can you be attracted to a cloth. One of the only things I remember from this movie was that purple starry cloth. It looks so soft and like it would feel amazing to wear or even just to hold.
Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach
Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad
My son, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you may live
I pray we’ll meet again
If He will deliver us
summary: After the events of 6x09, Killian finds himself unexpectedly and rapidly pregnant; from first stirrings to full term in a week. Little does he know, Rumplestiltskin is pulling the strings as a form of revenge, and has full control over how fast—or slow—this pregnancy goes. He’ll need to rely on Emma, and all his loved ones, to get through whatever comes next.
a/n: I’M BACK Y’ALL! the muse has overtaken me this week with this story (I’ve so far written 18k in about 7 days, with more to come). Hope you enjoy it and stay tuned!
rated light M / 3k / ao3
It was the final straw. First, the pirate had taken Milah; then he’d helped keep him apart from Bae for so long. And now? Now, he was part of the reason Belle was leaving Rumplestiltskin behind, and had sent their son away. Hook had no idea what it was like to suffer such loss. But the Dark One would see to it that he did.
And he had to admit—the spell he’d found was rather ingenious; something that had come over from the Land of Untold Stories and piqued his interest. And would let him have a bit of fun along the way. Well, fun for him; not so much for Jones.
It was sheer luck that the Savior and her beau broke into his shop that night. Normally, he’d take issue with that; but it merely gave him a chance to enact his revenge.
While the couple was inspecting a sword, Rumple froze them in place with a wave of his hand. From his coat pocket, he pulled a small glass orb; it would let him control the spell and keep an eye on things. And with a few more gestures that resulted in a brief glow coming from the pirate’s midsection (which mirrored in the orb), it was done.
He unfroze them and disappeared into the night, content that he’d finally be getting even with his longtime enemy. Far away from town, he pulled out the orb and peered in to see how things were faring; at the rate it was going, he had at least a few days before anyone figured out what was happening. (Unless he changed that, of course.)
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The next morning, Killian was shocked when the sun was shining through the curtains of the bedroom as he awoke. He was usually one to wake with the sunrise, but given the day they’d had yesterday—not to mention the frantic coming together he and Emma had last night—it was no surprise he’d slept in.
Nor was it that an unease had settled over him. Just because they’d found the weapon meant to kill Emma didn’t mean they’d truly solved anything in regards to her supposed fate. Just the thought of losing her…gods, it turned his stomach.
Quite literally—seconds later, he found himself making a mad dash for their washroom, only to lose what remained of last night’s dinner. It had been quite some time since nerves made him nauseous but he supposed it was warranted; his present sense of apprehension was on level with any he’d felt before heading into battle. He leaned against the wall of the bathroom and took a few measured breaths to help calm him; while it helped his racing heart, it did little to ease his stomach. He’d take it, though.
After rinsing his mouth out, he took his pajama-clad self downstairs to the kitchen, where a quiet display of domesticity lay before him: Emma and Henry, sharing a breakfast of Pop-Tarts and coffee at the table, laughing quietly at some unheard joke. It was so easy, so casual, and quite honestly, all he wanted in the world. It hadn’t been that long since his own resurrection and he’d be damned again if he didn’t fight to hold onto it.
“Killian, are you okay?” Emma asked, finally noticing his entrance. Killian jumped and sniffled at her enquiry, surprised at her query.
He scrubbed a hand along his face and it came back wet—he was crying? Goodness, he was more out of sorts than he thought. “Aye, love; just need to get some food in me,” he shrugged off.
“Well, I made Pop-Tarts,” she joked as he strode into the kitchen, pausing to place a kiss on her temple. “Your favorite,” she drawled sarcastically.
“Perhaps another time,” he tossed back as he grabbed a coffee mug from the counter; a full pot was waiting. But when he reached for it to pour himself a cup, the smell of it turned his stomach yet again; it was all he could do to put it back before he was retching into the sink.
Quick science note: of the Covid vaccines currently approved/pending that I’ve seen, none contain live or weakened viruses.
There’s not a whole virus in this particular vaccine; it’s just a little strip of genetic code that cues your body to make one of the identifying proteins of the COVID-19 virus. Your body uses up all these instructions, produces some marker proteins, realizes these proteins are foreign, and produces immunity against them. So whenever a virus that has this spike protein invades, your body already recognizes it and has a defense prepared.
