Kiara lays back as Bruce cuts her open. There’s very little blood, just clear abdominal fluids that rush down her sides to stain the already stained bedsheets. It’s not a life threatening wound, more like a puncture to a sack that has, for several hours now, steadily grown.
Her children — their children really — resemble tadpoles that Bruce must carefully scoop up and into the jars, two in each. He won’t have to be told that each jar will force a fight to the death for two of his offspring. It is the way of their mother’s host biology and the only way to allow them to complete their lifecycle.
This isn’t birth, after all. And the same concept as fetal twinning that comes and goes with popularity in the science and pseudo science communities.
In the end, Bruce will have twins, though it will take many months yet for the tadpoles to become children such as Bruce would understand them to be.
Kiara carefully presses a hand over the ragged edges of her embryonic sack and beckons Bruce back to bed with her once he sets the jars in a cool, dark place.
“There will be a girl and a boy. Each will have three voices inside of them. Our offspring will number six in total. A large litter indeed.” Two mortal children. Four to go into urns to wait for new bodies.
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Kiara lays back as Bruce cuts her open. There’s very little blood, just clear abdominal fluids that rush down her sides to stain the already stained bedsheets. It’s not a life threatening wound, more like a puncture to a sack that has, for several hours now, steadily grown.
Her children — their children really — resemble tadpoles that Bruce must carefully scoop up and into the jars, two in each. He won’t have to be told that each jar will force a fight to the death for two of his offspring. It is the way of their mother’s host biology and the only way to allow them to complete their lifecycle.
This isn’t birth, after all. And the same concept as fetal twinning that comes and goes with popularity in the science and pseudo science communities.
In the end, Bruce will have twins, though it will take many months yet for the tadpoles to become children such as Bruce would understand them to be.
Kiara carefully presses a hand over the ragged edges of her embryonic sack and beckons Bruce back to bed with her once he sets the jars in a cool, dark place.
“There will be a girl and a boy. Each will have three voices inside of them. Our offspring will number six in total. A large litter indeed.” Two mortal children. Four to go into urns to wait for new bodies.
Such an odd thing.