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Enjoy as the devils learn the most important lesson the master of the mansion can teach them!\n\nWARNING: As usual when dealing with demons, there's a lot of blood, pain, and death within the pages. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "They always grow up too fast...

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WARNING: As usual when dealing with demons, there's a lot of blood, pain, and death within the pages. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! ", "writing": "The manor sat quietly, nestled amongst the mountainous terrain and so isolated from everything else. It was like it truly didn't exist; always just out of reach until some malefic force introduced a little chaos. The place shifted like a house built of leaves...\n\nIt was at once fascinating and utterly frustrating to a scholar like Yuri.\n\nShe floated through the hallways idly. She didn't waste motions on flitting back and forth like her sisters did, or jabbering endlessly. Why would she? Most conversations played out in similar ways. It was trifling. Beneath her!\n\nBut... well... that attitude made her a little lonely at times.\n\nShe'd been living here long enough and yet she was still young, even if not a baby. There was much for her to learn, and eons to do it in that her superiors had already; her mother was less interesting for as much as that hurt to admit. Simplicity wasn't a bad thing, and sometimes Yuri was envious of her mother's ability to be unbothered. But her, and her Aunt Crescent, were both like that far too often. She'd rarely seen either one pick up a book unless they needed to...\n\nFoolish. A waste. Yuri couldn't pick up a book if she wanted to. Her perpetually closed eyes were a dead grey, and useless. She could know what the book said, of course. Her domain was knowledge, and she could pluck it from the air with concentration and effort. But it didn't seem the same...\n\nTo know is one thing. To experience is another...\n\nShe reached forward and picked up a book. She traced her hand on the pages. Then it was smacked and the book was dropped with a thump back to the surface it had been on...\n\n\"Mind yourself. I was using that.\"\n\nAutumn's voice wasn't angry, merely stern. She was used to the Uxie haunting her kitchen at this point, hungry for stimulation instead of food. She treated her just the same as any other resident of the manor... Well... Perhaps she spoiled her. Just a bit. \n\n\nAfter all, between the other options of a lurid hunter and the avatar of bloodlust, Autumn understood why a patron of knowledge would gravitate towards the only place in the manor that had worthwhile study. Even at that moment, spread upon the preparation board behind them, was a large green carcass that was half butchered from neat cuts. Yuri could smell an intense cucumber and flower scent that told her whatever was cut up was a Grass type... Yet, strangely, she could not recognize it. Not even upon focusing.\n\nShe floated to it, careful not to touch it. She hovered around it a few times, then ducked down suddenly to hide when Autumn's sharp eye turned to her. She expected scolding, and to be told to get away from the meat. Instead, she heard the cat chuckle gently...\n\n\"It isn't something you would encounter. It's... Ah, summoned from afar. A dinosaur blossom from a quaint little island I've found...\"\n\nYuri floated up, and tilted her head. Autumn watched her float down and dab a bit of the splattered fluids, tasting it. Her face wrinkled immediately...\n\n\"Mmhm. Not particularly palatable. Too much flower taste, makes it very bitter afterwards...\"\n\nShe idly tasted her batter with a spoon, then dropped it back to the plate and shook her head...\n\n\"Mm, not even a Grass type like me could stomach that. It'll have to be...\"\n\nShe paused, her paw close to her face and her tongue half out, as if she had been grooming. She tasted the batter again, curiously...\n\n\"...this is sweeter than I recall. No, someone... Yuri.\"\n\nShe turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. Then she picked up the bowl and found a few empty vials behind it...\n\n\"...Yuri. YURI.\"\n\nHer cries went unanswered. The demoness spawn was hiding after her little stunt. Her 'experiment'. Autumn took a couple steps, and then her stomach gurgled sharply...\n\n\"...why does this keep happening...\" she muttered, half sarcastically... \"Am I not a perfectly reasonable cat?\"\n\nSilence.\n\n\"Yes. Don't answer. Better that way.\"\n\nShe turned and with a wave of her paw, snuffed the fires and candles that kept her kitchen lit. Then she waddled past the Dinossom corpse and out of the dark room. After a few seconds, Yuri emerged from her hiding place and eagerly followed...\n\nAutumn situated herself in the back garden, under some shady tree. Sat in the cool, dewy grass helped her connect to her type's roots. She would need all the focus she could get when...\n\nLURCH...\n\nAh... There it was. Her stomach expanded outwards in fits and starts, inflating like it was attached to a hose that was gushing water unevenly. She wrinkled her muzzle and grit her fangs, enduring it. It wouldn't be the first time...\n\nBut it might be Yuri's...\n\nShe peered from behind the tree, despite not needing to. Autumn's head snapped to look, but the little demoness was gone already. When the cat chef leaned back to close her eyes, she sensed Yuri's presence on the other side of the tree this time. Her demonic form had taken over as she channelled her powers of knowledge, absorbing all she could. Her eyes were wide open, despite the fact she couldn't see. Autumn had no reason to care at that moment; her stomach was still swelling, and it had gotten just to the point where the skin was making audible stretching noises as it strained with the growing child...\n\n\"You think it's fun to use others as playthings... Well... I suppose I can't blame you.\"\n\nYuri \"stared\". Autumn waited for her to gloat or mock. But instead, she sensed something strange...\n\n\nGenuine curiosity. The pain inflicted was secondary to the heavy pregnancy on Autumn's front.\n\nA grin slowly spread across her muzzle...\n\nClaws out, digging into the tree behind her. She turned to stand, dragging her bladed nails up and down the wood like it was a personal scratching post. One might assume that being a Grass type, she would be a little more respectful of her own 'kind'... Then again, given her profession, perhaps she was well aware of what gouging deep tracts into the tree was doing to it. It even dribbled sap just as thickly as a creature might bleed...\n\n\"You'll get a show... Dear... Too bad you can't watch it...\"\n\nThe Uxie took that as a cue to quickly float around for a better seat. Autumn started to pant hard, paw against her hanging, bloated middle. It was entirely too big...\n\nSplat...\n\nA gush of dark ichor hit the grass and immediately began to smoke and fizzle. Demonblood, and highly reactive. Soon she was standing in an ashy grey circle after enough of it had spilled from her abused loins to burn the grass all away. Autumn set her forehead against the tree and breathed as evenly as she could...\n\nOversized, for certain. She would be expecting nothing less. She hissed sharply through her teeth and another sharp gush of fluid drained some of the colour from her in the effort. Yuri had begun to float lower...\n\nIn a moment, hands were on Autumn's middle. She hissed again, this time in warning. Yuri, of course, knew precisely what a cat's hiss meant. But something about the belly made her not want to move away...\n\nShe wanted to understand... But she couldn't. She could recite the recipes at this point and explain the detailed, lengthy process of becoming a mother...\n\n...and yet... something escaped her... Something about what Autumn was doing seemed special... Something she could not know unless she learned directly...\n\nHer hands traced the thrashing middle, forming in her mind's eye the shape of every curve. She dared graze between Autumn's legs, and the expression on her face changed to surprise at how much it was already damaged...\n\n\"Yes... A child changes a mother's body forever... And ours destroy them. Do you not see...? Most don't... We... Ahhh...\"\n\nShe had to pause, and push her head against the tree again. Another slow rake of her claws brought the tree too far to save. It would have to be cut down now. Autumn's eyes flashed red and she gained a manic expression. The flare of emotion caught even Yuri off guard...\n\nAutumn breathed in sharply and then buried her face against the bark. Her muffled groan heralded the huge pulse that seemed to travel down the length of the belly under Yuri's hands, which by now were glued tightly to the contracting tummy no matter what. The young demon heard the soft, fleshy squelch of her aunt's lips parting with the push. Bones made threatening popping noises, crackling gently as the huge, singular child began to shove their way through to their freedom...\n\nOne of Yuri's free hands moved to Autumn's hips, feeling along them gently. With a few mental calculations, she realized how futile it was... The baby would never get past the cat's pelvis...\n\nShe wasn't afraid of killing her aunt. In fact she even seemed oddly proud of causing it with her first experiment. But Autumn flared that fanged grin again, along with a straining chuckle...\n\nWith a spat of blood, she curled one leg, and then jerked it out with unholy force...\n\nSNAP!\n\n\"...hah... Hah... hah...\"\n\nThe meowscarada had to dig her claws into the bark now, to stay upright. Her legs were shaking painfully. Yuri pulled her hands back in shock... \n\nThe demoness cat had just broken her own hips wide apart...\n\n\nAnother push, with another snarl of effort. Yuri's expression had gone from curious to slightly panicked. She thought perhaps she had gone too far...\n\nThe cat's lips parted. A fuzzy head poked from them. Autumn looked haggard and continued to bleed heavily, but it only spurred her on. Yuri darted back and forth a bit, terrified that she didn't KNOW what to do... \n\n\"HHHHAAH!\"\n\nAutumn howled as her body bucked. The bulge moved through her and Yuri could only listen and envision it. She swallowed hard as Autumn punched the tree. The whole thing tilted with a groan and a crackle...\n\n\"You will die.\" Yuri said, her voice soft, but very desperate.\n Autumn glanced up at her...\n\n\"...no I won't... I've done... Worse...\"\n\n\"But you may die... Do not... put yourself through pain...\"\n\nAutumn grit her fangs in frustration. The stupid little thing didn't understand... Didn't know...\n\nThen her expression became grim, and thrilled... Yuri wanted to be a pupil so badly...? Well...\n\nFirst things first...\n\nShe braced against the creaking tree again and lifted her hips. With all of her focus, despite her flesh becoming more pale by the second, she pushed as hard as she could. The feline yowl that rose from her doubtless disturbed her sisters even as deep in the manor as they were, but they paid it no heed. It was merely business as usual...\n\nIt was like pushing out a melon, sideways. But Autumn persisted. Her flesh tore and her broken bones ground against one another. She strained until...\n\nThe child suddenly burst from her, and fell to the ground with a soft 'thump'...\n\nAutumn collapsed heavily onto her knees, sitting on her splayed thighs, stretched a bit too wide to be natural...\n\nYuri's tails twitched. Her demonic form fizzled and returned her to her usual one. Should she go get help? What help was there for a corpse...?\n\nThe baby started to whine gently. And to Yuri's astonishment, Autumn lifted an arm, and dug her claws into the tilted tree once again...\n\nThe demon chef stood, with great effort. Her broken hips made it almost impossible to walk. But in a display of motherly might, she hefted her oversized baby, and retreated deeper into the garden. Yuri, for a few seconds, floated to follow... And then instead turned and made herself scarce.\n\nShe had much to contemplate now after all...\n\nYuri put the incident out of her mind in favour of regressing back to studying pregnancy clinically.\n\nShe didn't understand. And while Yuri was calm, there were few things that upset her more than not understanding...\n\nFor a time, she was left aside with her thoughts. In these private moments, she grappled with what she had experienced... And it didn't help much that she sensed things of her other siblings. Mary's emotions were going mad, and Abigail seemed entirely lazy, unwilling to do anything. Yuri never got close enough to either of them to find out... But she was a thought-eater. She knew. They were having babies...\n\nAnd she wasn't.\n\nOne night, she was silent as she sat around a table with her siblings. That was not unusual, but her being dour and brooding was. Thankfully both Mary and Abigail were quite distracted, and didn't comment on Yuri.\n\nPlates were set in front of all of them, as they were every night. Healthy demons needed blood. Sacrifice. The other two dug into their meals, almost not giving the chef time to pull her paws back. \n\nYuri heard her's set in front of her. Then she heard a fleshy squishing noise...\n\n'Sqrch'...\n\nAnd heard fluid dribbling over her meal. She scented very potent blood immediately, and leaned forward. With a finger, she tasted a bit of the meat on her plate. It sent shivers up and down her spine, and despite herself, she gobbled it ravenously...\n\nAutumn said nothing. She walked away and dropped the heart back in its jar. She grinned gently as the strange, almost green organ began to pump backwards... And rebuild itself... As if stuck in a loop of time...\n\nA valuable ingredient for certain, especially given who it had been taken from. But for Yuri... It would instead be valuable as a lesson... \n\n===\n\nThe symptoms of pregnancy include;\n\nNausea...\n\nCramps...\n\nStomach problems in general...\n\nLoss of appetite...\n\nStarving appetite...\n\nHormones...\n\nMood Swings...'\n\nThe book was tossed haphazardly. It clattered against another stack, and they all fell to the ground...\n\nShe turned and paced her little room, not even bothering to float. Her legs were barely designed for walking at the best of times, but now...\n\nDays after, that dinner had caught up with her. The demons of the manor had two choices; hunt your own red meat, or risk what Autumn would feed you. Contrary to what her reputation might be, her cooking was only rarely turned on her family... \n\nWell. Rarely without reason. But at this point, they kept giving her enough reasons...\n\nThe chef pushed the door open without ceremony. Yuri jumped and floated up, then winced and thumped to the bed from the weight. Her belly protruded from her front in a shallow curve that was undeniable. Autumn had granted her wish... And yet, it did nothing yet to soothe her curiosity...\n\n\"A child sized pregnancy for a child like you.\" \n\nAutumn stood with the Espurr child that already looked to be the size of a toddler. It clung to her side and suckled at her breast gently, drinking deep of her mother's nectar. Autumn crossed the room and sat in a chair, staring at Yuri. Yuri didn't turn, and crossed her arms in a gentle pout...\n\n\"At least, I would assume you were still a child. Putting things in my mixture and ruining it, and feeding it to me as well. That is on par for our kin, but you would presume that a knowing devil like yourself would anticipate the retaliation... Oh, no. You are not allowed to be angry. You are reaping what you sew. And beyond that... I thought you wanted to know.\"\n\nYuri's head lifted quickly. She winced as a soft kick from inside made her insides gurgle angrily...\n\n\"...oh yes...\" Autumn said, her crimson eyes flashing in their sultry, but dangerous expression... \"I well understand that desire...\" \n\n\"For being so clever, do you really presume that we were simply born desirous of our gravid destiny? No... We all had to learn just as you will... That tremendous burden. It's nothing a book or a story can teach you... That can only come with practice...\"\n\nYuri lifted her arms and then placed her palms on her middle, running over it gently. She frowned deeply again...\n\n\"...I will die then...\"\n\nAutumn laughed. It spooked her baby, but she leaned down to kiss them, so they turned back to refocus on nursing...\n\n\n\"No. Perhaps you wish you did, by the end but you will not. That child is nothing particularly special, beyond the fact it is growing rapidly... It will be born the same as any other.\"\n\nThere was silence. Yuri's eyebrows slowly raised in surprise...\n\n\"Indeed...\" Autumn said... \"You think I am wantonly cruel, but I can see your potential and your eagerness to learn. Perhaps if you apply yourself to do so... you will surprise yourself.\"\n\nThe Uxie could feel how large her belly was already... It settled on her thighs and pushed her chest up... Her body throbbed constantly with aches and needs that she couldn't possibly all fulfil. It seemed to her that pregnancy was suffering.\n\nExcept... The idea of getting rid of it was upsetting to her. Not in the sense that she was scared to give birth, although truth be told the lurid descriptions made it clear she should be... But...\n\n\"You will learn.\" Autumn said, standing up to leave... \"You will know. When the time comes, you will know...\" \n\nYuri was left alone in her room... In the dark. She laid back against her pillows and continued to feel aches, pains, illness and hormones. Her body rebelled at every moment from this strange little parasite that had attached to her insides...\n\nBut something else was bubbling up... Moment to moment. Especially as she listened to the twin heartbeats that softly thumped in her ears... Her own, and another her body fed.\n\nThe kicks demanded attention. She lifted a hand and carefully traced it over the orb...\n\nWhat was it to know something... She wasn't entirely sure any more... But she was going to find out...\n\n\n\n\n\nThe time dragged on. Usually the Uxie could keep track despite her blindness. The sun on her skin and the soft hoot of the Noctowl at night, as well as her naturally sharp mind, counted seconds carefully. In fact, of the three young demonspawn, she was probably the most adept. \n\nBut here she was; her mind so addled by hormones and distracted by her... pendulous, heavy tummy...\n\nHours? Weeks? Months? Her siblings had withdrawn too... Caring for their own pregnancies? Was her's accelerated? Yes, that much she knew. She was catching up to them rapidly.\n\nBut it felt like years since she was able to sit without her spine feeling as if would bend in half...\n\nPregnancy was exhausting, frustrating and... Intensely desirable. She couldn't see all of the looks that others gave her as she floated by, heavy as a bowling ball, but she could sense them. She knew what was going on inside her body, but now she could feel it... And being sightless only made sure she could feel every soft kick and nudge that her child gave to her from within with unusual intensity...\n\nShe paused in the hallway. Her hand set upon a mirror that hung on the wall. She turned to face it...\n\nFor a moment... She imagined herself... She used all her brain power to try and envision herself, with her middle bulged on her front and...\n\nAnd... A child within... \n\nHER child...\n\nSPLASH! \n\n---\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAutumn opened the door to the birthing chamber. The pool of water where Yuri had originally been born stood there in the centre of the room. Though the waters had been cleared, they seemed always now to be tinged with an eerie crimson shade...\n\nThe cat turned, and extended her paw. Her other arm remained around her newborn, who by now was just a bit more awake and alert. A bit older. They would become independent soon, and need playmates...\n\nYuri floated in, holding her head and then her belly. She was breathing rapidly, face pink. Fluids dripped from between her legs...\n\n\"Honestly, again, you know better. And I know you do. You'd think a girl with all the knowledge in the world could see when she was in labour before her water broke...\"\n\nYuri said nothing, and bumbled gently into a pillar. She winced\n hard as the contact made her middle squeeze a little harder, but it was difficult to focus on navigating when you felt as though you'd be squeezed in half...\n\nAutumn moved over to her and directed her, carefully, to settle into the pool. Already naked, Yuri snapped her legs wide and pushed...\n\nAh. Another thing you could not know from a book: When it was time to push. Trying to force her body's natural processes too fast merely made everything cramp and clench like her womb was trying to fold in on itself. The child inside kicked Yuri firmly in the ribcage as punishment. The knowledge demon gasped weakly and her head flopped back in pain... \n\n\"Now... We get to the heart of it, hm...? You wanted to know, you have had time to learn, and this is your test...\"\n\n\"I don't... Want to... Hurt...\"\n\n\"Then you do not want to be a mother...\"\n\nYuri's face lifted. Her eyes even opened a bit.\n\n\nYes. A mother. That was the part she was missing. Mary had babbled incessantly about something like that... What it was like to FEEL like a mother. But to feel something isn't to know it... Right?\n\nBut what did she know...? \n\nAs she sat there amongst the blood tinted water, cloudy fluid seeping from her bulging, dilating puss and contractions threatening to knock the wind out of her... She closed her eyes again and focused...\n\nHer demonic form slowly burned into existence... Her thoughts were a chaotic mess of colours and lights. Every time the baby demanded its exit, pain seared up and down her spine. Her muscles already felt exhausted and her body shook from the effort of merely remaining upright in this state...\n\nBut there was another shade below it... Something that indeed could not be told... only taught... Growing a child within her midsection had conflicted her mind so...\n\nFirst she was incredulous... Unsure why Autumn would do this to her. Hypocritical as it was, she truly assumed herself to be safe when she played her little trick. It was nothing more than an experiment... But an experiment with a matronly demon of vast reach and knowledge... Knowledge she wished to share...\n\nThen, she was frustrated... Perhaps depressed. As her stomach swelled, her mind focused on the terrifying changes she couldn't see. Her hips had widened a bit, her chest was heavier, and her belly... Oh... The skin felt like it was to split...\n\nAnd it wasn't until... Perhaps just now... That something else took root...\n\nShe had been looking at it clinically... She had been weighing the pros and cons, and saw nothing but downsides... Until she realized...\n\nThe only good thing that needed to come from it all... Was HER child...\n\nShe wanted to be a mother. Call it instinct, or desire, or even some hint of madness. Perhaps she, being a demon, was truly made this way. But in the moment especially, she could only think of one thing... All of her vast mind, intensely zeroed in on the idea of...\n\nMotherhood... \n\nAutumn grinned softly as she saw the expression on the Uxie's face change. The worry was replaced first by determination... Then ferocity...\n\n\"There it is... I knew you wanted it, just as much as the rest of us... There is not a greater joy in this or any other plane...\"\n\nYuri nodded, once. Her expression was stern, until a smile spread wide across her face... She was about to meet her baby...\n\nHer body angrily, and violently reminded her that there was still a test on the 'desk' in front of her. Or it might as well have been a desk, for how the surface protruded so wide and far...\n\nShe gave an uncharacteristic hiss of effort as she sat up. Autumn shamelessly reached down and plugged one of her fingers into Yuri's opening. The Uxie winced, but didn't pull back...\n\n\"Yes. You truly are ready. When your body demands... Listen to what it says... you will know what to do now...\"\n\nOh, did she ever. From the start, she knew what it wanted... And now her desires were aligned. Time to get the baby out...\n\nShe curled suddenly and pushed. Autumn pulled back and took a step away from the tub. Yuri's clenched jaw ground her fangs as she growled very softly... Her middle compressed in on itself...\n\nPain... Her existence as a devil was built around pain... And there seemed to be little greater pain than what she was going through. A swing from a sword would hurt, but it wouldn't come from within... Where she was most vulnerable... \n\n\"Do not focus that vast mind on the pain of it.\" Autumn demanded. Yuri nodded once and instead focused on her baby, who was thrashing with utter confusion. The walls were closing in... She could feel, and hear, the somewhat overly large body shifting through her's. It seemed like such a short way to travel... From her uterus to her passage and then out...\n\nIt was miles... But miles she would willingly walk with broken ankles... Or, perhaps more fittingly, broken hips... \n\nAutumn dabbed a cloth against her head. Despite only whimpering, Yuri was clearly in pain from the effort. Her sisters would be screaming. Her mother had splashed much of the water out by this point. But Yuri was not more stoic... Simply more quiet... More focused inwards...\n\n\"Push. Your child should not be harmed by your inaction...\"\n\nYuri grit her teeth and did as told. Her legs lifted slightly from the water as she pushed. A splattering of liquid clouded the pool more as she felt a head against her hips. Too narrow. She had sickened flashbacks of what Autumn had done to get her baby out...\n\n\"You can do it. I assured that. It wouldn't be easy, but you can...\"\n\nIt was all Yuri needed to know.\n\nShe sat up. Autumn stepped back and shielded her baby from a soft splash as Yuri bit her bottom lip... Squeezed her eyes tightly closed as her whole body clenched... A bit more... A bit more...!\n\nPOP!\n\nThat was it... The pressure on her hips shifted hard, and...\n\n\"AAA!\"\n\nShe gasped as she felt her lips burn like fire. Her flesh angrily threatened to tear...\n\n\"The womb is just one part... Now you are crowning... And you must produce your little one past the most difficult trial...\"\n\nYuri whimpered and faltered a moment. She breathed rapidly until Autumn gripped her shoulder firmly. She even dug a claw in, drawing blood, to distract her...\n\n\"Breathe... And focus. You have already won this but for the effort...\"\n\n\nOne more good push was all it took to get her child out. She knew at some point in her life, she would be pushing out dozens of children in one litter, or those the size of Wailmer. She knew she would die in childbirth, at least once...\n\nBut not this time...!!!\n\nShe arched her back over the edge of the pool. Her knees again lifted out of the water. Her lips parted painfully. Her body shook with effort...\n\n\"Aaa... AAAAAAAAAA!!!\"\n\nAnd then... In an instant... The pain suddenly subsided... Reduced to a dull ache... And Yuri slumped hard... \n\nFor a long, agonizing few moments... She felt empty... Trapped in the dark... And alone...\n\nAnd then... A soft, squirming body was placed in her arms... And colour returned...\n\nShe lifted a blind finger to trace across her daughter's face, inspecting and taking in features to envision. The little one took her hand and suckled on the finger softly. Yuri seemed surprised for a moment, but her face went pink with joy as she instead settled her against her chest, as she had sensed Autumn doing. The younger Uxie latched on and began to drink deeply. Yuri had been so distracted by her pregnancy that she had barely noticed how aching her chest was... But it could have been one touch from bursting, and she still would have let her baby latch on...\n\n\"Rest... Recover. You deserve it.\" Autumn's voice came. Her paw gently placed on Yuri's head in an affection gesture before she turned to leave. Yuri lifted her head a bit disappointedly... But Autumn paused at the door, glancing back and grinning gently...\n\n\"Oh? Don't fret... If you're truly interested in learning with me... Then I don't see a reason for you not to come back to my kitchen. After all... I think you've shown you can take it, if your recipes do something strange to you...\"\n\n\"...to me...?\"\n\n\"Oh yes. It was a strict rule when I was a bit younger... New recipes are to be tested only on yourself. Now of course I play in dangerous places that need victims... But for you...? I suspect your middle will swell more than once before you truly grasp my art...\"\n\nYuri contemplated this... She clicked her fangs...\n\nThen she smiled broadly, and hugged her baby a bit tighter to her…\n\nAutumn walked back down the hallway and to her room. She set her squirming little one in a crib and then went back to her desk…\n\nPredictably, it was organized. However, more than a few papers and parchments were currently strewn across its top… And in the centre of it all was an ornate grimoire…\n\nShe picked it up into her paws, treating it with almost as much respect as she had the fussing baby...\n\nThe sum total of her knowledge… Every delicious thing she’d ever made or experimented with… She made careful notes until she had what was in her paws…\n\nThe most terrifying cookbook you could imagine…\n\nTo a demon there was nothing more sacred than refining your knowledge for future torment… Some day, when she was long gone, she relished the idea of this falling into the wrong hands… The corruption it could cause was boundless…\n\nShe set it down and made a few notes. Her baby whimpered and pouted in the background, but mommy was busy. She’d noticed a pattern, and when she finished scribbled, she stared at the recipe she’d felt inspired to finish…\n\nHer glowing eyes widened subtly. Her default crooked grin widened as she took in the details, then dipped her claw in red tinted ink to scour the paper with a note…\n\n‘Should be particularly effective on Fairy types...’\n\n\n\nThe land surrounding the demon manor was quiet, and peaceful. Most of the time, Pokemon sensed the bad aura and stayed away. But sometimes in the sunlight, where the danger seemed remote and the aura was at its calmest, a foolhardy or unaware Pokemon went where the grass was green and lush where it was watered with blood...\n\nA Stantler lowered their head to graze, undisturbed. When they raised their head again, they saw a pair of eyes glowing from the dense, shadowy treeline nearby. They stared. The eyes stared back. With a docile grunt, they lowered their head again to graze, unconcerned…\n\nSuddenly, the deer gasped and jerked their head up again, as their heart thumped hard against their ribcage. It had begun to hammer in their chest... The eyes from the trees grew wider as they watched, and a jagged grin gleamed under them. The Stantler tossed their head and moaned out a cry as their heart continued to thump painfully against their ribs. They were overcome in a moment by terror, inflicted upon them by the gaze of the evil thing… Their fear seemed only to grow, as if their very nightmares were charging at them... They had plenty of time to anticipate the death that was coming. Their moans turned into screams of terror. The creature in the treeline laughed excitedly…\n\nAnd then, with a rumbling roar, the deer was gone… \n\nVanished in a cascade of deep red that soon was strewn over the green grass, staining away its healthy shade while the corpse, the meat, was viciously torn and eaten piece by piece…\n\nCrimson, the demon of brutality, had pounced while the prey was frozen in fear. She had no problem closing the gap, pinning the creature, and then slamming her heavy limbs down until she heard things crunch… And when they were mostly dead, gasping out their last breaths from crushed lungs, she would begin to tear limbs from their body… To savour their last moans of pain… Season their blood with their agony...\n\nShe soon hefted herself from the bones of the creature and sighed heavily. What would normally be a fitting meal was not enough. Nothing was ever enough… Not for the weight so firmly on her front... So it was a good thing that stalking and taking prey was always fun. And it gave her an excuse to be around her beloved daughters, if she even needed that…\n\nShe floated up, holding her heavily laden middle. It was just about full… A little more and her brood would be calm, earning her just a bit of peace and rest… \n\nBut first, she would have to finish the hunt…\n\n“Mary…?” she called, glancing around, not spotting her daughter’s form in the trees. Her brow furrowed in annoyance as she floated on to find her…\n\nMary zipped through the trees, still laughing in excitement at witnessing her mother’s expertise. The look of terror on their face was sweeter than any meat she’d ever bitten into, and her heart was pounding as she went towards the next. Her passions were so high that she felt she didn’t even need her mother’s help anymore…\n\nWhy would she…? Not now… She was obviously strong enough to end another Pokemon’s life all on her own! And then mama would be so proud…\n\nShe floated to a stop and then peered from the trees again. She spied a Pokemon on the shoreline, standing in the lapping waves and seemingly wondering if they should swim.\n\n“Ah… A… What is that? I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a Pokemon like this...”\n\nIt was stood in the lengthening shadows… A pale ‘’ Xerneas… But it was pale even beyond that… Small, with its rack malformed and its eyes blank and cloudy. It gave Mary the chills, but she couldn’t help but be transfixed by the regal, corrupted form...\n\nShe looked so tired… So desperate to flee the land that it was stood at the edge of the sea… And then… She glanced back into the trees, and saw that pair of eyes come alight…\n\nCrimson paused in a clearing, putting her arms under her middle and grunting with the effort of keeping them aloft. It was much harder on land… She could float only limited distances without having to stop and relax… And relying on walking, with a belly like hers? She was even more clumsy.\n\nBut something told her she needed to hurry. In the distance, she sensed a spike of fear… and scented a rush of blood…\n\n“MARY! THIS IS NOT A HUNTING GROUND!”\nShe rushed forward as quickly as she could, cursing her belly and the weight of it slowing her before she burst onto the beach, panting…\n\nYes. A small beach, private thanks to a large outcropping of rocks. Secluded. And the waters were controlled well enough by the currents to trap aquatic Pokemon there…\n\nAutumn had been so very happy to have found it… The alcove nearby was a perfect place to store her experiments…!\n\nThe small creature lurched with uneven, weak movements. It swung and huffed sharply, but otherwise made no noise. It appeared that its throat was worn to the bone… Or eaten down to it…\n\nMary dodged and darted in. She slammed into its side, trying to match the brutality of her mother. She longed to cause the red tides her mother could make… To hear the thunderous crack of a bone snapping in half beneath flesh, and its razor endings slashing through flesh better than any wicked blade could…\n\nShe laughed as the Xerneas swung its horns at her again, and she floated up… Then slammed down on it firmly. A shattering CRUNCH indicated its spine was broken. Its back legs went limp and utterly useless, and its forelegs splintered in its desperate efforts to stay up…\n\nWith its skin perforated, Mary wasted no time. Alive or not, she acted like her ‘little’ siblings, as if she was swarming the thing all on her own…\n\n“MARY. STOP THAT NOW.”\n\nAhh… Mama’s voice. She had arrived, hopefully to see the end of the fight! She ignored her orders, giggling in glee at the idea that she was stealing her mother’s share. But she felt it was her right… After all, she had claimed the prey…!\n\nCrimson stared across the sand at Mary greedily and messily devouring the corpse. She was still panting as her own insides roiled… Her brood was furious at her pushing so hard, and not even in the way she should be… And her body was aching. She tried to move quicker but… Ah, if only they were in water...\n\n\nShe waddled forward and eventually grabbed Mary, nearly throwing her back like the Mesprit was playing with a live grenade. Mary tumbled and hit the sand with a sharp ‘oof!!!’, and skidded to a stop. Her vision swam, and she sat up and looked between her legs at her mother…\n\n“...huh?!” she whined, as Crimson picked up the corpse and inspected it with a grim expression. A good part of it was eaten… It should have been obvious, given how rare Xerneas were, that it wasn’t simply here for no reason. She pulled it up and gripped its useless back leg, finding slices in its pallid flesh that couldn’t have come from any beast… No… They looked to be from a heavy blade, like a cleaver...\n\nShe tossed it into the ocean. When it splashed down, a flock of Wingulls immediately began to swarm over it, and Sharpedo circled. It’d be gone before the concerned Manaphy reached her daughter, Mary pushing herself up and to her feet. Her confusion was rapidly turning into fury…\n\n“My… My kill! That one was MINE… How could you?! What, are you jealous?! Jealous I got to it first and now I can’t finish my prey because you’re so envious of your daughter who…”\n\nMary had been snapping and ranting, but paused as her pleasantly full tummy suddenly began to growl.\n\nShe looked up, her face pale. She started shaking when she realized that Crimson, who LOVED to get in shouting matches with her, was dead silent. Her face was one of pure concern…\n\nWell. There was still a BIT of that trademark fury sizzling in her eyes…\n\nShe grabbed her girl’s shoulder and dragged her over to a standing stone that was displayed near the path that lead to the beach. It was a flat marker that had a single symbol on it…\n\nMary whimpered and clutched her middle instantly upon seeing it… Most knew to stay away the moment they saw it…\n\nIt was engraved on the doors of the Demon Manor’s kitchen…\n\n“…You are a fool, but there’s nothing I could do to you that will compare to what happens next, Mary. Come. We need to get home…”\n\n“What… But… We were hunting, and…”\n\nAnother loud gurgle… Her middle tightened… The sporty outfit she wore left her belly bare, meaning it was exposed and easy to see how quickly it was swelling. Mary immediately became self conscious about stretch marks as she looked up at her mother...\n\n“You misunderstand, Mary… We need to get home NOW…”\n\nCrimson forced Mary back into the forest as quickly as she could. Behind them, two of the Wingull hit the sand, and a Sharpedo beached itself… Swelling until…\n\nSPLRCH...\n\n\n===\n\n\nBy the time the front doors to the manor opened and the two Pokemon waddled in, both were wheezing. Crimson was just pushing herself to get back here as fast as possible, while Mary was dealing with her newfound problems… \n\nAn aching back, barely able to float, so waddling would be unthinkable. It must have been how her mother felt all the time, and now she felt guilty running away. Her hips ached like nothing she’d ever felt, and even her spine couldn’t seem to be comfortable. The baby was so huge and so heavy… Despite her hubris, Mary was starting to regret...\n\n“I want to change…” complained Mary, despite nearly hyperventilating for the pain of her middle. Crimson shot her an annoyed look before shoving her forward, not towards her room but towards the pools…\n\n“NO!” Mary whined, her arms going over her chest, and between her legs. The naive little fool was more worried about her modesty than her tummy...\n\n“Do you really think you can push out a baby… when you have shorts in the way?! You… Calm down!!!”\n\n“Noooooo!!!”\n\nHer howls echoed off the walls as Crimson shoved her into the ominous, isolated chamber… Was it simply their aesthetic, or was it some arcane devilish ritual to push these children out in water?\n\nWas it simply the fact that Crimson needed it the most?\n\nThe strangely coloured Manaphy dragged her daughter to the poolside and began to pluck at her clothes. Mary shrieked and protested, but eventually was stripped bare. Unlike her sisters, she had visible tan lines because she rarely, if ever, went nude… But now her mama wasn’t giving her a choice…\n\n“You’re lucky you can still complain about being naked… In a few hours you won’t even remember that you are…!”\n\n“I DOUBT IT! PERVERT!” shrieked Mary, who kicked and splashed a bit of water… But she was ominously aware of her tightening midsection… The feeling of something beginning to stir and move in her insides… To wake up… To WANT OUT…\n\n“Mamaaaaa… I didn’t want it to happen like thiiiis… I wanted my first one to be special…!”\n\n“Well, you’re an animal just like me, and I guess this is what you get for just giving into your instincts instead of listening…!”\n\n“Well if you weren’t so pushy…!”\n\nMary gasped sharply and curled against her middle suddenly. Crimson had been about to scold her further, but instead just smirked as she saw her daughter’s gaze go immediately to her middle…\n\n“I’m the pushy one…? Not for long… Don’t worry Mary… It looks big, but I think you can get through it…”\n\n“Mama?!”\n\n“Shush… You need to breathe… Or it’s going to split you in two as it comes out…”\n\n\nMary was panicking even harder at the blunt instruction, her body shaking as she sat there with the water lapping at her breasts like tongues, making her painfully aware of how heavy that had become too… Still a bit small objectively, but… FULLER…\n\n“Oh no…”\n\nCrimson noticed, but said nothing. Her face was utterly amused behind the concern… Despite the somewhat dire circumstances, she couldn’t help but feel pride at her daughter finally experiencing something so exciting...\n\nMary braced… Trembled… Started to cry… Raged… Briefly got excited…\n\nAnd then screamed…\n\nThe manor echoed with the howls of the poor Mesprit who had gotten into the wrong experiment down her throat. She was safest in the manor, where her unique conditions could be tended to by those who knew how. It didn’t reduce her risk entirely… And it certainly didn’t make it easier...\n\n“PLEASE!!!”\n\nThere was nothing that Crimson could do. Sat there in the cool birthing waters, she moaned for something to come and stop this pain. She was rocking on her behind, head back against the small cushion that was the only comfort, and her fists against the stone. Her reflection below swayed with her turbulent wriggling. She was begging for it to be over, but it had only just begun…\n\nTick… Tick… Distantly, quietly, the manor’s grandfather clock gave its endless metronome, demanding the rhythm be maintained. Push, Mary, push! \n\nBut after some time, she was laid on her side on the step, heaving each breath and crying her eyes out. Days. Months. Years. It had to have been. She had grown old waiting for this gigantic baby to be born, and they had just grown larger, so she would never be able to…\n\n“HEY. Focus, you little brat…”\n\n\nIt was a stark and sudden insult. Crimson’s eyes looked worried, but it was sharp enough to bring Mary back to the situation at hand. She sat up slowly, shaking like a leaf… But she wiped her eyes and braced her legs apart again…\n\n“That’s right… If you focus… You might be done in…”\n\nHours.\n\nLater she would learn it was almost an entire day. She was told she was lucky because of that… It might have been weeks… But she was strong…\n\nA demon of emotion… Raw passion ignited inside her like a white hot flame… And just when her hips began to feel like they would snap in half. She sat up… Panting… Her poor Mesprit form burning away to reveal her demonic form. Crimson paced nearby, massaging her own middle as her babies reacted to her stress with equal, excited upset. But as soon as Mary changed and started to snarl, she moved over and put her arms on the edge of the pool...\n\n“Mary… Don’t… Don’t force it…!”\n\nMary’s belly was heavily dropped… Her baby was against her entrance, her pelvis warped wide, and yet she still felt kicks firmly against her ribcage for just how huge her baby was…\n\nThrough the billowing clouds of red fluids dripping and gushing from the demon girl’s body, she glimpsed her bulging, spreading puss… Further… Further…\n\n“MAMAAA!”\n\nCrimson winced, and bared her shark fangs… She could see her daughter starting to split… For a moment, she was terrified she wouldn’t make it… But she came forward and put her arm around her back, and gripped her hand…\n\n“Come on… Don’t give up… You have this, Mary…!!!”\n\nMary gasped and looked up at her mama. She half expected to be shouted at, but instead… Crimson was concerned only with ensuring her baby had her own…\n\nShe felt it… The emotion… Far away from the firey anger was the sheer warmth of something demons almost never felt…\n\nLove… Uncomplicated… Soothing… Empowering…\n\nShe was a mother after all…\n\nMary pushed her head into Crimson’s chest and shrieked. She lifted one leg out of the water and gripped her thigh, suddenly bearing down as a contraction rocked her back into painful reality...\n\n“It’s coming… It’s coming… Just keep it up, Mary, you’re doing so good!!!”\n\nMary wasn’t paying attention, but she knew she was being cheered on. She sobbed with the effort it took to keep going… Her baby almost certainly would get stuck… Lodged there in a deadly situation for them both. She’d see everything go dark… And she’d know forever that she failed her first precious baby…\n\nShe could never take that feeling… All of her emotions would be deadened under the weight of her failure…!!!\n\n“HAAAAAAAH!”\n\nMary arched to make as much room as possible. Her immense baby’s head stretched her wider… Wider… Her hips popped loudly… Blood trickled in thick streams into the water… \n\nShe shoved again… A little too hard… Even Crimson gasped in shock…\n\nThe baby was out… And with another pair of rough, angry pushes… the shoulders wedged into her wounded passage, before the final shove made her child nearly burst forth from her body. Crimson quickly picked her up from the water and marveled at her sheer size, before laughing eagerly in pride that her baby had done it… She had survived…\n\nMary’s eyes fluttered… She saw her mama smile, and she saw her baby wiggle, and start crying…\n\nShe closed her eyes and felt nothing but joy...\n\n====\n\n\nYuri paced in her room… Despite her eyes being perpetually closed, she still somehow looked like she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. She clutched her own oversized child and rubbed their back, trying to get them to stop fussing...\n\nIt had taken so long… But now they were just whimpering with their cheek against her shoulder. Soon they would pass out… Soon they could both rest...\n\nBANG!\n\nYuri jumped and gave a heavy, angry sigh. Her baby started crying loudly again.\n\nMary pushed her way in, holding her own baby, who was also crying loudly…\n\nFor a second, both girls just stood there, confused by the similarities, before Mary started shouting…\n\n“I HAD A BABY!”\n\nYuri winced and made an effort to calm her baby before she annoyedly turned her head towards Mary…\n\n“I can ‘see’ that! That’s obviously where you were last week! Why are you being so loud!?”\n\n“DID YOU DO THIS!? WERE YOU DOING EXPERIMENTS WITH AUTUMN!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT ISN’T IT YURI!?”\n\n“WHAT?!\n\nThe two girls were shouting, Yuri trying to hear and calm her baby, who just cried louder and made Mary’s baby cry while Mary got more hysterical.\n\nIn the hallway. Crimson stared into the room, and then pulled her antennae firmly in frustration…\n\n“A never ending war with these two… These THREE…”\n\nShe remained there for a long moment before relaxing with a long sigh. She couldn’t help but chuckle gently… \n\nMotherhood wasn’t at all what she thought it would be like… But somehow, despite how silly it all was, she felt strangely warm. The two girls came to the door to whine at her in unison, with Mary’s loud whimpering almost completely covering Yuri’s softer, indignant protestations. And under it all was the two little infants’ cranky crying…\n\n“ENOUGH.”\n\nEveryone went silent. Crimson furrowed her brow...\n\nShe looked around… Glancing out of a nearby window, across the sparkling sea…\n\n“...where is your sister… Where is… Abby…!? Oh NO...”\n\n\nAs the waves crashed carelessly against the beach, the sinister presence of Autumn stood in a near pitch black cell… A stony dungeon tucked into the watery alcove, perfect for secretive experiments…\n\nShe tossed a kitchen knife up and caught it. She repeated the action, seeing the rusty hinge that had allowed her subject to escape, and far before they were ripe. Likely that’s what had caused all the fuss with Mary, though no one had mustered the courage to confess it yet.\n\nShe rolled her eyes and let the knife drop, point first, onto her finger. She balanced it, even as a trickle of blood snaked through her fur and dripped onto the floor of the cell…\n\nThe specimen had been valuable, but flawed. Luckily… The foolish mistake would yield valuable data. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better test subject, but she would have never have crossed Crimson like that… And in the end, the fool had done it to herself.\n\nShe grinned softly… Then wider… For a few moments, she looked almost manic… Her emotions flared and for a second, her passion was laid bare…\nIsolated, alone, and with her heart pounding with excitement, she threw her head back and let out a wild cackle...\n\nThe recipe would be perfect… Soon, the table would be set...\n\n\nStanding at a cliff’s edge, facing the vast and glimmering blue that was the ocean’s expanse, it was easy to see it as nothing more than a painting... A landscape of endless still and silent beauty placed there as playful boundaries between the harsh landscapes they cradled…\n\nBut that was something only a fool would think… To be so ignorant as to not understand the crushing depths and the roaring waves… To turn a blind eye to the creatures of alien purport, hidden below the murky waters so deep that the predators had made the precious resource of light into a lure…\n\nThe ocean was hungry… Always ravenous… Always prepared to punish weakness, and drag another corpse down to feed its abyss…\n\nThe graceful mermaid form of the creature breached… Then another, and another… Soon, a pod of them had washed themselves up on a thin sandbar. In another hour or two, this little spit of land would be entirely hidden by the whims of the waves…\n\nOne of them flopped up on land and panted softly, though her face looked pleasured. The Dewgong’s pinniped form wasn’t too graceful on land at the best of times, but her immense pregnant middle weighed her down even worse as she moved across the sand and then came to a slumping stop.\n\nShe looked content… A stupid animal smile on her face; satisfaction at her primal role… Surrounded by her mates… What more could one ask for?\n\nHer little ones began to cry…\n\nShe lifted her head with a grunt, immediately confused and upset. She had heard it distinctly; the soft cries of little Seel. It must have been her’s… Though she wasn’t sure how…\n\nWith great effort, she moved her pregnant self back into the water. More than one of the others glanced in confusion as she did so… But nearby, other Dewgongs were climbing further up, avoiding the water like the plague…\n\nTheir ears were pricked… The males looked alert… And terrified…\n\nInto the ocean’s embrace with a hearty splash, the pregnant Dewgong flitted through the water as if she was weightless. Not even her middle’s heft could weigh her now… She felt at one with the currents… Like a bird in flight…\n\nShe rushed through a school of Magikarp, who scattered immediately. The soft crying came more frequently now, and more distressed… Panic!\n\nShe paused in the water and tried not to choke. After all, she couldn’t breathe down here… She could hold her breath for a very long time, but she hadn’t the gift of gills…\n\nA scream…!\n\nShe darted forward, eyes fixed. This was some terrible ghostly trick, it must have been! How could her babies be down here…?! Who had stolen them?!\n\nShe rushed headlong… She didn’t notice… Didn’t realize… \n\nDown… Deeper… The fish stopped appearing… The sunbeams from below penetrated as far as they could, clawing down to take back any bit of their domain from the inky blackness…\n\nShe came to another halt… Her flippers settled on her middle… The water around her threatened with its pressure…\n\nIt was dark… But her eyes were focused… In their wide pupils were reflected an ethereal glow…\n\nIn her mind, she saw only the soul of her babies… Taken from her very middle… How had this happened?! Tears gathered in her eyes, joining the ocean around her before they’d even fallen from her…\n\nShe reached out to it, and swam a little deeper…\n\nThe light came into view… She realized what it was now…\n\nA pair of eyes.\n\nWith a hissing rasp that rumbled through the water around her, she saw a maw of razors for a split second before she felt such agony in her throat…\n\nThe water around her went red with clouds of her blood… She thrashed wildly, but understood fully in an instant her situation… Her mistake… And the consequences thereof…\n\nHer tail soon stopped moving… She felt something bite into it… Her arms went numb, and she wasn’t sure if she was there anymore…\n\nHer middle clenched… Her eyes went wide… She couldn’t even scream out… No one would hear her if she could...\n\nShe felt herself sinking…\n\nSinking…\n\nBegging silently to the unfeeling water around her… As the abyss’s lighthouse eyes locked her in their harsh glow... And opened that impossibly huge fanged maw wide for her to fall into forever…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe blood red sunrise made ominous silhouettes of the early morning ocean waves. Within those waters around the coasts, few Pokemon dared to swim. They knew now to give the place a wide berth…\n\nWith a fountain spray of water, Abby jetted forth and spun in the air. With a cheeky grin, she flung more water about to cause a few rainbows.\n\nBelow, the surface looked like it was boiling. In a few moments, a red stain spread across it… And then a chittering swarm of red Phione buzzed up from the waves, some still fighting over the few Gyarados bits that were left…\n\nAbigail giggled and settled herself down on a rock, breathing out softly and rubbing her middle. Her bathing suit mostly kept it from getting in the way, but it was still a burden. It was a little difficult even for a demonspawn like her to go out when this pregnant…\n\nAh, but the willpower the little devil had… As you would expect, given her species. She wanted to go out, and no amount of scolding from her mother or warnings from her aunts would stop her!\n\nIt was why she’d taken her ‘swarm’ of sisters out to hunt. They could swim freely in the shallows near the manor, but the deeper oceans weren’t supposed to be touched. Crimson, in her wisdom, knew that in fights with larger prey that some of her swarm could be lost. Just because they were easily replaced didn’t mean she wanted to throw her little meat grinders into a grinder. She’d be cross if even one came back with a new bite mark in their fin…\n\nAbby was entirely confident in her power. She had grown up under Crimson, sitting in front of a hearth with Autumn’s cooking in her tummy and Crescent’s stories filling her head. She was a demon, and nothing could stop her…!\n\nShe winced and held her middle as it gurgled and squirmed. This was the only problem… It had been painful all day, and now she was nervous about it. The sharp clench of her muscles she’d just felt was worse…\nHer sisters buzzed over and surrounded her, peering down with hungry curiosity. They weren’t mindless, but they were also very simple creatures. Even they could see something was wrong, however… Perhaps they had spotted this enough times to know the signs…\n\n“Well… The sun is almost all the way up. We could keep going or…”\n\nShe pushed her thighs together and flinched hard. The gurgle was audible to even the muttering Phione…\n\n“You think we should go home…? No. I want to… Ah…”\n\nShe huffed softly and pushed her palms on her midsection… Rubbing in small circles to attempt to soothe…\n\n“...well, maybe. We’ve had a good hunt anyway… Perhaps it’s time we… ah… Ahh…!”\n\nShe flinched and rocked. The swarm began to chatter excitedly… They seemed to be whispering one word among themselves…\n\n‘Push… push…!’\n\n“Push? No, not yet, I… Ouh… Oof.”\n\nShe winced and floated up again, giving a nervous grin…\n\n“Okay. Let’s… go.”\n\nThey set off across the bounding waves, swimming near the surface and leaping from the water to ride the momentum and soar briefly through the air before plunging back down and gliding through the water…\n\n\n\n\nNormally… Abigail would take such joy in this… In flying, or swimming with her sisters… But every time she tried to focus, her middle shifted and her little one kicked… She nearly lost track of where she was going more than once… If it weren’t for her swarming sisters, she might have gotten lost…\n\nBut soon the manor’s tower glinted on the horizon. Soon they’d be home…\n\n“...Gah! C-Can’t make it! Can’t!”\n\nThe swarm suddenly buzzed around the ailing female and their fangs gripped her flesh and swimsuit with uncharacteristic gentleness. She was dragged through the water, looking confused and a little worried until she burst up onto the shore of a small underwater cavern…\n\nMore than one Pokemon had given birth here in the past… A tradition that Abby would have to continue now… If she could…!\n\nThis part at least was well known to her. She’d seen more than one Pokemon, even her mother and aunt, do this very thing. And her confidence was unshaken…\n\nShe could… She would! She had to!\n\n“AAA!”\n\nShe groaned immediately at the pain of full on labour. Her water must have broken awhile ago… So she tried to push against a contraction. \n\n“GNNK!”\n\nThat wasn’t smart… She felt enough pain to understand that immediately. She bit her arm and kicked her little legs, huffing softly and trying not to howl as she slowly fell into her rhythm…\n\nThe sun glittered off the waves above, the light reflecting into the pool and casting eerie teal glimmers off of each of the cave walls. Her heart raced as she curled and pushed, like she’d seen others do. \nBut seeing is so much different than doing… And it was easy to understand when you needed to push, but so much harder to put that effort in when the time came…\n\nShe let out a sob, a moment of weakness before she thumped her feet down harder and curled into her middle… No… Don’t give in…\nYou can do this…!\n\n===\n\nHours later, she awoke with a pained start. The tidal pool had filled out more, leaving her sitting in shallow water.\n\nShe groaned hard and turned over. She held her legs at an awkward angle for how her puss bulged, her one piece swimsuit pushed aside around one thigh to make room…\n\nJust inside was the head of her baby…\n\nFor so long she had tried… She had put in such effort, thought she could push her baby out… But it was hours of straining and pushing until she had attempted to put all of her power into a desperate push to force her baby’s head out…\n\nBut she clearly couldn’t do it.\n\nShe hissed and splashed her fist into the water frustratedly. She hated to admit such a thing, but she had witnessed the consequences of not understanding your limits… \n\nThe far more frightening revelation was that she couldn’t swim all that way back to the manor… Not in this painful state…\n\nAgain, her willpower flickered with a moment of doubt…\n\nBut then she recalled… Big, eager eyes staring up at her Auntie Crescent… Listening to her tell dark, and gory tales of her power… How she would hunt the strongest creatures without ever a doubt in her mind of her victory…\n\nShe set her jaw. Her eyes flared with power, and despite her intense agony, her simple Azelf form ‘burned’ away…\n\nThe Phione swarm had been hovering idly around the entrance to the cave, equal parts defending and still glutting themselves on easy prey… But they scattered in surprise when Abby suddenly burst from the shelter, and into the sea… At first their instinct was to follow, until they saw their sister had changed to her demonic self...\n\nThey could tell she was still attempting to push her baby out uselessly, and that she was stuck. Some even muttered nervously about fetching Crimson to help…\n\nBut the Demon of Will floated through the dark waters like a mighty Mantine, gliding deeper and deeper, the dim depths themselves becoming her vast wings…\n\nShe swam… Circling… Searching… Pushing her thighs together, holding back snarls of pain, her razor teeth bared until…\n\nUntil…\n\n“Come to me…” she whispered… Despite being underwater, it wasn’t muffled. It was heard clearly, though the Phione were the only ones who could understand. To everything else around, it sounded merely like demonic whispers… And to one very specific target… The eyes were locked on a very…\n\n...very…\n\n...pregnant…\n\n...Dewgong…\n\n\n\n\nAbigail forgot her pain in a few fleeting moments, as she swallowed down the sweetest meal she’d ever tasted… Her eyes fluttered, and she let out a weak, trembling, insane laugh… She was briefly overwhelmed by the sensations... She floated there in the currents, limp… Arms spread… Legs wide… \n\nLike the most succulent fat on the choicest cut of meat, a thousand fold in your mouth… Your chest felt warm… Your body felt so good that anything seemed possible… Crescent’s addiction to only the most powerful souls was put into perspective. If a simple Dewgong’s soul tasted this sinfully good… then...\n\nAnd then the high faded slowly, even if the power tingling in her didn’t…\n\nShe turned in the water, curling around her belly in pain. She darted off as behind her, the swarm descended… For a few seconds, they formed a perfect Dewgong silhouette… And when they dispersed to chase after Abby and make sure she was okay, there was nothing left but a faint red cloud where the mermaid once was…\n\nAbigail burst up into the tide pool, gripping the edge of it and arching her back. She roared with her surge of power, but knew she had little time…\n\nThe soulstuff swirling in her form, coursing through her veins, would eventually hit her children… Infuse them with energy… Until they…\n\n...grew…\n\nHer hips still in the pool, knelt against a rock shelf, she pushed… Tears dribbled down from her eyes, the scarlet trails marking her face as she bared her fangs and tried to push her baby from her…\n\nHer puss bulged and parted. Her baby’s head poked free lazily… then slid back in, leaving only the merest hint of it spreading her…\n\n\n\n“FFFFFFAAAHHHHH!” she squealed, her voice so loud that she could be heard even through the muffled water. The Phione outside looked at one another and waited there anxiously, watching the clouds of bloody fluid billow from their sister’s hiding place…\n\nShe pushed again… Harder… In her mind all she saw was the baby starting to grow stronger, healthier, and bigger… so much bigger that her hips would just snap in half… Her flesh would sag and split and her organs would spill, that encroaching darkness returning to her eyes as soon as she felt her little one float from her body and into the sea…\n\nShe breathed in desperate worry… Dragged her claws down the stone and left another deep gouge…\n\nYuri had done this already… Her sisters had outdone her…\n\nShe always haughtily thought of herself as the leader… The one who would take Autumn’s place, if the three older Demon sisters were ever removed… The one who would give the orders… And instead, here she was, struggling to push out even one… How could she look them in the eye…!?\n\nShe braced… She spread herself a bit further… Her tails lashed and flung water everywhere as she did… With a soft sob, she prepared… Took a deep breath…\n\nThe walls shimmered peacefully… For a second, everything was calm…\n\n“HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”\n\nShe pushed as hard as she could… The energy her meal had given her crackled off of her like lightning… Her pussy spread wide around the head of her little one, just starting their growth spurt…\n\nBut Abigail kept pushing… She sustained her efforts… Feeling the head stretch around her slowly… Until it reached its widest part…\n\nIt stopped making progress… Abigail could feel herself tightening around the baby, and she was confused until she realized that the baby was growing bigger, faster…\n\n“No… No…!” she grunted through her fangs… “NO NO NO!!!”\n\nThe baby’s head was nearly out… The little one was about to be born… She was so close…!\n\nShe screamed again. The sea shook with her effort… The Phione looked terrified as they saw clouds of dark red fluid gush from the cave and obscure the surroundings…\n\n===\n\n...At the manor…\n\nThe wading pool that lead to the ocean bubbled softly, then more violently until the Phione swarm burst up and buzzed around. They immediately huddled back in the water as they heard an ominous growl…\n\nCrimson stood there on the edge of the pool… Her eyes ignited with fury that her little ones had been out for so long, and without telling her anything of where they’d be...\n\n“What kind of trouble were you up to then, hm? And where is your sister…”\n\nThe Phione looked at one another… They muttered softly, seemingly unsure what to do. But Crimson’s firm, angry gaze was enough to make them sink into the water… And a minute later, they re-emerged with an exhausted looking Abigail, who was clutching her baby in her arms…\n\n“...What?!”\n\nCrimson flared with anger at seeing Abby in such a state. In the hallway nearby, Crescent’s eyes glinted, but she turned and waltzed away, despite scenting the remains of a soul feast…\n\n“Hi… Mama.” Abby said, with a bright blush. She clung tighter to her wriggling infant, as Crimson’s anger slowly burned down to frustration…\n\n“...Abigail… I cannot believe… YOU as well…”\n\nIn the distance of the manor, a soft wail could be heard… Followed by Mary’s voice shouting back, telling her baby that she’d be there in a moment…\n\nAbigail paled upon realizing that she’d been the last to give birth… then slumped heavily and finally allowed herself to rest. She wouldn’t give up her baby, even as the swarm tenderly set the fatigued Azelf in her mother’s arms. Crimson glared down at her… but then sighed heavily and turned to carry her into the manor…\n\n“You are a young little fool… But you succeeded… I suppose that’s what matters.”\n\nShe said, and she was unable to keep a hint of pride out of her voice…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“Her too. I should have known…”\n\nAutumn paced in her kitchen. Her eyes kept glancing at the open cookbook on her counter…\n\nHer ears swivelled… Listening to the activity in the mansion… To her various children, to the children of her sisters and her sister’s offspring… An endless cascade of devils…\n\nAnd all of them cooped tightly in this mansion… Instead of unleashed upon the lands they should have claimed a long time ago...\n\nShe turned suddenly and slashed her claw in anger. A hanging hunk of meat was sliced in two and fell worthlessly to the stone below…\n\nShe stood in the flickering flame of her cooking fire. With a gasp, she spun as she felt a blast of heat more overwhelming than her stove...\n\nIn the shadows, a tall silhouette… And a pair of oppressive red glints of light, locked on her.\n\nShe immediately stood in front of them and put her paws behind her back, giving a shallow bow of respect…\n\n“...will it work?”\n\n Autumn hesitated… She set her jaw, trying to work out the variables… The ingredients…\n\n“If it works…” the shadow spoke… “It will be a grand feast.”\n\nAutumn’s head lifted suddenly. Her eyes were wide, and for a moment… She looked almost excited…\n\n“Yes. You know what happens when a feast is called…”\n\nThe silhouette turned, disappearing into the shadows without another word. Autumn stood stiff, that stunned expression still on her face…\nShe turned and grabbed a clever, and then yanked down another piece of meat. She slammed the blade down and sent fluids splattering across the wall…\n\nHer willpower was now brighter than the furnace… The firelight caused her ominous silhouette to dance… To stretch…\n\nAs night fell outside, the manor’s shadow stretched like a claw, and settled over a certain section of forest, where there was joyous laughter instead of…\n\n...screams of effort...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The manor sat quietly, nestled amongst the mountainous terrain and so isolated from everything else. It was like it truly didn't exist; always just out of reach until some malefic force introduced a little chaos. The place shifted like a house built of leaves...

It was at once fascinating and utterly frustrating to a scholar like Yuri.

She floated through the hallways idly. She didn't waste motions on flitting back and forth like her sisters did, or jabbering endlessly. Why would she? Most conversations played out in similar ways. It was trifling. Beneath her!

But... well... that attitude made her a little lonely at times.

She'd been living here long enough and yet she was still young, even if not a baby. There was much for her to learn, and eons to do it in that her superiors had already; her mother was less interesting for as much as that hurt to admit. Simplicity wasn't a bad thing, and sometimes Yuri was envious of her mother's ability to be unbothered. But her, and her Aunt Crescent, were both like that far too often. She'd rarely seen either one pick up a book unless they needed to...

Foolish. A waste. Yuri couldn't pick up a book if she wanted to. Her perpetually closed eyes were a dead grey, and useless. She could know what the book said, of course. Her domain was knowledge, and she could pluck it from the air with concentration and effort. But it didn't seem the same...

To know is one thing. To experience is another...

She reached forward and picked up a book. She traced her hand on the pages. Then it was smacked and the book was dropped with a thump back to the surface it had been on...

"Mind yourself. I was using that."

Autumn's voice wasn't angry, merely stern. She was used to the Uxie haunting her kitchen at this point, hungry for stimulation instead of food. She treated her just the same as any other resident of the manor... Well... Perhaps she spoiled her. Just a bit.


After all, between the other options of a lurid hunter and the avatar of bloodlust, Autumn understood why a patron of knowledge would gravitate towards the only place in the manor that had worthwhile study. Even at that moment, spread upon the preparation board behind them, was a large green carcass that was half butchered from neat cuts. Yuri could smell an intense cucumber and flower scent that told her whatever was cut up was a Grass type... Yet, strangely, she could not recognize it. Not even upon focusing.

She floated to it, careful not to touch it. She hovered around it a few times, then ducked down suddenly to hide when Autumn's sharp eye turned to her. She expected scolding, and to be told to get away from the meat. Instead, she heard the cat chuckle gently...

"It isn't something you would encounter. It's... Ah, summoned from afar. A dinosaur blossom from a quaint little island I've found..."

Yuri floated up, and tilted her head. Autumn watched her float down and dab a bit of the splattered fluids, tasting it. Her face wrinkled immediately...

"Mmhm. Not particularly palatable. Too much flower taste, makes it very bitter afterwards..."

She idly tasted her batter with a spoon, then dropped it back to the plate and shook her head...

"Mm, not even a Grass type like me could stomach that. It'll have to be..."

She paused, her paw close to her face and her tongue half out, as if she had been grooming. She tasted the batter again, curiously...

"...this is sweeter than I recall. No, someone... Yuri."

She turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. Then she picked up the bowl and found a few empty vials behind it...

"...Yuri. YURI."

Her cries went unanswered. The demoness spawn was hiding after her little stunt. Her 'experiment'. Autumn took a couple steps, and then her stomach gurgled sharply...

"...why does this keep happening..." she muttered, half sarcastically... "Am I not a perfectly reasonable cat?"

Silence.

"Yes. Don't answer. Better that way."

She turned and with a wave of her paw, snuffed the fires and candles that kept her kitchen lit. Then she waddled past the Dinossom corpse and out of the dark room. After a few seconds, Yuri emerged from her hiding place and eagerly followed...

Autumn situated herself in the back garden, under some shady tree. Sat in the cool, dewy grass helped her connect to her type's roots. She would need all the focus she could get when...

LURCH...

Ah... There it was. Her stomach expanded outwards in fits and starts, inflating like it was attached to a hose that was gushing water unevenly. She wrinkled her muzzle and grit her fangs, enduring it. It wouldn't be the first time...

But it might be Yuri's...

She peered from behind the tree, despite not needing to. Autumn's head snapped to look, but the little demoness was gone already. When the cat chef leaned back to close her eyes, she sensed Yuri's presence on the other side of the tree this time. Her demonic form had taken over as she channelled her powers of knowledge, absorbing all she could. Her eyes were wide open, despite the fact she couldn't see. Autumn had no reason to care at that moment; her stomach was still swelling, and it had gotten just to the point where the skin was making audible stretching noises as it strained with the growing child...

"You think it's fun to use others as playthings... Well... I suppose I can't blame you."

Yuri "stared". Autumn waited for her to gloat or mock. But instead, she sensed something strange...


Genuine curiosity. The pain inflicted was secondary to the heavy pregnancy on Autumn's front.

A grin slowly spread across her muzzle...

Claws out, digging into the tree behind her. She turned to stand, dragging her bladed nails up and down the wood like it was a personal scratching post. One might assume that being a Grass type, she would be a little more respectful of her own 'kind'... Then again, given her profession, perhaps she was well aware of what gouging deep tracts into the tree was doing to it. It even dribbled sap just as thickly as a creature might bleed...

"You'll get a show... Dear... Too bad you can't watch it..."

The Uxie took that as a cue to quickly float around for a better seat. Autumn started to pant hard, paw against her hanging, bloated middle. It was entirely too big...

Splat...

A gush of dark ichor hit the grass and immediately began to smoke and fizzle. Demonblood, and highly reactive. Soon she was standing in an ashy grey circle after enough of it had spilled from her abused loins to burn the grass all away. Autumn set her forehead against the tree and breathed as evenly as she could...

Oversized, for certain. She would be expecting nothing less. She hissed sharply through her teeth and another sharp gush of fluid drained some of the colour from her in the effort. Yuri had begun to float lower...

In a moment, hands were on Autumn's middle. She hissed again, this time in warning. Yuri, of course, knew precisely what a cat's hiss meant. But something about the belly made her not want to move away...

She wanted to understand... But she couldn't. She could recite the recipes at this point and explain the detailed, lengthy process of becoming a mother...

...and yet... something escaped her... Something about what Autumn was doing seemed special... Something she could not know unless she learned directly...

Her hands traced the thrashing middle, forming in her mind's eye the shape of every curve. She dared graze between Autumn's legs, and the expression on her face changed to surprise at how much it was already damaged...

"Yes... A child changes a mother's body forever... And ours destroy them. Do you not see...? Most don't... We... Ahhh..."

She had to pause, and push her head against the tree again. Another slow rake of her claws brought the tree too far to save. It would have to be cut down now. Autumn's eyes flashed red and she gained a manic expression. The flare of emotion caught even Yuri off guard...

Autumn breathed in sharply and then buried her face against the bark. Her muffled groan heralded the huge pulse that seemed to travel down the length of the belly under Yuri's hands, which by now were glued tightly to the contracting tummy no matter what. The young demon heard the soft, fleshy squelch of her aunt's lips parting with the push. Bones made threatening popping noises, crackling gently as the huge, singular child began to shove their way through to their freedom...

One of Yuri's free hands moved to Autumn's hips, feeling along them gently. With a few mental calculations, she realized how futile it was... The baby would never get past the cat's pelvis...

She wasn't afraid of killing her aunt. In fact she even seemed oddly proud of causing it with her first experiment. But Autumn flared that fanged grin again, along with a straining chuckle...

With a spat of blood, she curled one leg, and then jerked it out with unholy force...

SNAP!

"...hah... Hah... hah..."

The meowscarada had to dig her claws into the bark now, to stay upright. Her legs were shaking painfully. Yuri pulled her hands back in shock...

The demoness cat had just broken her own hips wide apart...


Another push, with another snarl of effort. Yuri's expression had gone from curious to slightly panicked. She thought perhaps she had gone too far...

The cat's lips parted. A fuzzy head poked from them. Autumn looked haggard and continued to bleed heavily, but it only spurred her on. Yuri darted back and forth a bit, terrified that she didn't KNOW what to do...

"HHHHAAH!"

Autumn howled as her body bucked. The bulge moved through her and Yuri could only listen and envision it. She swallowed hard as Autumn punched the tree. The whole thing tilted with a groan and a crackle...

"You will die." Yuri said, her voice soft, but very desperate.
 Autumn glanced up at her...

"...no I won't... I've done... Worse..."

"But you may die... Do not... put yourself through pain..."

Autumn grit her fangs in frustration. The stupid little thing didn't understand... Didn't know...

Then her expression became grim, and thrilled... Yuri wanted to be a pupil so badly...? Well...

First things first...

She braced against the creaking tree again and lifted her hips. With all of her focus, despite her flesh becoming more pale by the second, she pushed as hard as she could. The feline yowl that rose from her doubtless disturbed her sisters even as deep in the manor as they were, but they paid it no heed. It was merely business as usual...

It was like pushing out a melon, sideways. But Autumn persisted. Her flesh tore and her broken bones ground against one another. She strained until...

The child suddenly burst from her, and fell to the ground with a soft 'thump'...

Autumn collapsed heavily onto her knees, sitting on her splayed thighs, stretched a bit too wide to be natural...

Yuri's tails twitched. Her demonic form fizzled and returned her to her usual one. Should she go get help? What help was there for a corpse...?

The baby started to whine gently. And to Yuri's astonishment, Autumn lifted an arm, and dug her claws into the tilted tree once again...

The demon chef stood, with great effort. Her broken hips made it almost impossible to walk. But in a display of motherly might, she hefted her oversized baby, and retreated deeper into the garden. Yuri, for a few seconds, floated to follow... And then instead turned and made herself scarce.

She had much to contemplate now after all...

Yuri put the incident out of her mind in favour of regressing back to studying pregnancy clinically.

She didn't understand. And while Yuri was calm, there were few things that upset her more than not understanding...

For a time, she was left aside with her thoughts. In these private moments, she grappled with what she had experienced... And it didn't help much that she sensed things of her other siblings. Mary's emotions were going mad, and Abigail seemed entirely lazy, unwilling to do anything. Yuri never got close enough to either of them to find out... But she was a thought-eater. She knew. They were having babies...

And she wasn't.

One night, she was silent as she sat around a table with her siblings. That was not unusual, but her being dour and brooding was. Thankfully both Mary and Abigail were quite distracted, and didn't comment on Yuri.

Plates were set in front of all of them, as they were every night. Healthy demons needed blood. Sacrifice. The other two dug into their meals, almost not giving the chef time to pull her paws back.

Yuri heard her's set in front of her. Then she heard a fleshy squishing noise...

'Sqrch'...

And heard fluid dribbling over her meal. She scented very potent blood immediately, and leaned forward. With a finger, she tasted a bit of the meat on her plate. It sent shivers up and down her spine, and despite herself, she gobbled it ravenously...

Autumn said nothing. She walked away and dropped the heart back in its jar. She grinned gently as the strange, almost green organ began to pump backwards... And rebuild itself... As if stuck in a loop of time...

A valuable ingredient for certain, especially given who it had been taken from. But for Yuri... It would instead be valuable as a lesson...  

===

The symptoms of pregnancy include;

Nausea...

Cramps...

Stomach problems in general...

Loss of appetite...

Starving appetite...

Hormones...

Mood Swings...'

The book was tossed haphazardly. It clattered against another stack, and they all fell to the ground...

She turned and paced her little room, not even bothering to float. Her legs were barely designed for walking at the best of times, but now...

Days after, that dinner had caught up with her. The demons of the manor had two choices; hunt your own red meat, or risk what Autumn would feed you. Contrary to what her reputation might be, her cooking was only rarely turned on her family...

Well. Rarely without reason. But at this point, they kept giving her enough reasons...

The chef pushed the door open without ceremony. Yuri jumped and floated up, then winced and thumped to the bed from the weight. Her belly protruded from her front in a shallow curve that was undeniable. Autumn had granted her wish... And yet, it did nothing yet to soothe her curiosity...

"A child sized pregnancy for a child like you."

Autumn stood with the Espurr child that already looked to be the size of a toddler. It clung to her side and suckled at her breast gently, drinking deep of her mother's nectar. Autumn crossed the room and sat in a chair, staring at Yuri. Yuri didn't turn, and crossed her arms in a gentle pout...

"At least, I would assume you were still a child. Putting things in my mixture and ruining it, and feeding it to me as well. That is on par for our kin, but you would presume that a knowing devil like yourself would anticipate the retaliation... Oh, no. You are not allowed to be angry. You are reaping what you sew. And beyond that... I thought you wanted to know."

Yuri's head lifted quickly. She winced as a soft kick from inside made her insides gurgle angrily...

"...oh yes..." Autumn said, her crimson eyes flashing in their sultry, but dangerous expression... "I well understand that desire..."

"For being so clever, do you really presume that we were simply born desirous of our gravid destiny? No... We all had to learn just as you will... That tremendous burden. It's nothing a book or a story can teach you... That can only come with practice..."

Yuri lifted her arms and then placed her palms on her middle, running over it gently. She frowned deeply again...

"...I will die then..."

Autumn laughed. It spooked her baby, but she leaned down to kiss them, so they turned back to refocus on nursing...


"No. Perhaps you wish you did, by the end but you will not. That child is nothing particularly special, beyond the fact it is growing rapidly... It will be born the same as any other."

There was silence. Yuri's eyebrows slowly raised in surprise...

"Indeed..." Autumn said... "You think I am wantonly cruel, but I can see your potential and your eagerness to learn. Perhaps if you apply yourself to do so... you will surprise yourself."

The Uxie could feel how large her belly was already... It settled on her thighs and pushed her chest up... Her body throbbed constantly with aches and needs that she couldn't possibly all fulfil. It seemed to her that pregnancy was suffering.

Except... The idea of getting rid of it was upsetting to her. Not in the sense that she was scared to give birth, although truth be told the lurid descriptions made it clear she should be... But...

"You will learn." Autumn said, standing up to leave... "You will know. When the time comes, you will know..."

Yuri was left alone in her room... In the dark. She laid back against her pillows and continued to feel aches, pains, illness and hormones. Her body rebelled at every moment from this strange little parasite that had attached to her insides...

But something else was bubbling up... Moment to moment. Especially as she listened to the twin heartbeats that softly thumped in her ears... Her own, and another her body fed.

The kicks demanded attention. She lifted a hand and carefully traced it over the orb...

What was it to know something... She wasn't entirely sure any more... But she was going to find out...





The time dragged on. Usually the Uxie could keep track despite her blindness. The sun on her skin and the soft hoot of the Noctowl at night, as well as her naturally sharp mind, counted seconds carefully. In fact, of the three young demonspawn, she was probably the most adept.

But here she was; her mind so addled by hormones and distracted by her... pendulous, heavy tummy...

Hours? Weeks? Months? Her siblings had withdrawn too... Caring for their own pregnancies? Was her's accelerated? Yes, that much she knew. She was catching up to them rapidly.

But it felt like years since she was able to sit without her spine feeling as if would bend in half...

Pregnancy was exhausting, frustrating and... Intensely desirable. She couldn't see all of the looks that others gave her as she floated by, heavy as a bowling ball, but she could sense them. She knew what was going on inside her body, but now she could feel it... And being sightless only made sure she could feel every soft kick and nudge that her child gave to her from within with unusual intensity...

She paused in the hallway. Her hand set upon a mirror that hung on the wall. She turned to face it...

For a moment... She imagined herself... She used all her brain power to try and envision herself, with her middle bulged on her front and...

And... A child within...

HER child...

SPLASH!

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Autumn opened the door to the birthing chamber. The pool of water where Yuri had originally been born stood there in the centre of the room. Though the waters had been cleared, they seemed always now to be tinged with an eerie crimson shade...

The cat turned, and extended her paw. Her other arm remained around her newborn, who by now was just a bit more awake and alert. A bit older. They would become independent soon, and need playmates...

Yuri floated in, holding her head and then her belly. She was breathing rapidly, face pink. Fluids dripped from between her legs...

"Honestly, again, you know better. And I know you do. You'd think a girl with all the knowledge in the world could see when she was in labour before her water broke..."

Yuri said nothing, and bumbled gently into a pillar. She winced
 hard as the contact made her middle squeeze a little harder, but it was difficult to focus on navigating when you felt as though you'd be squeezed in half...

Autumn moved over to her and directed her, carefully, to settle into the pool. Already naked, Yuri snapped her legs wide and pushed...

Ah. Another thing you could not know from a book: When it was time to push. Trying to force her body's natural processes too fast merely made everything cramp and clench like her womb was trying to fold in on itself. The child inside kicked Yuri firmly in the ribcage as punishment. The knowledge demon gasped weakly and her head flopped back in pain...

"Now... We get to the heart of it, hm...? You wanted to know, you have had time to learn, and this is your test..."

"I don't... Want to... Hurt..."

"Then you do not want to be a mother..."

Yuri's face lifted. Her eyes even opened a bit.


Yes. A mother. That was the part she was missing. Mary had babbled incessantly about something like that... What it was like to FEEL like a mother. But to feel something isn't to know it... Right?

But what did she know...?

As she sat there amongst the blood tinted water, cloudy fluid seeping from her bulging, dilating puss and contractions threatening to knock the wind out of her... She closed her eyes again and focused...

Her demonic form slowly burned into existence... Her thoughts were a chaotic mess of colours and lights. Every time the baby demanded its exit, pain seared up and down her spine. Her muscles already felt exhausted and her body shook from the effort of merely remaining upright in this state...

But there was another shade below it... Something that indeed could not be told... only taught... Growing a child within her midsection had conflicted her mind so...

First she was incredulous... Unsure why Autumn would do this to her. Hypocritical as it was, she truly assumed herself to be safe when she played her little trick. It was nothing more than an experiment... But an experiment with a matronly demon of vast reach and knowledge... Knowledge she wished to share...

Then, she was frustrated... Perhaps depressed. As her stomach swelled, her mind focused on the terrifying changes she couldn't see. Her hips had widened a bit, her chest was heavier, and her belly... Oh... The skin felt like it was to split...

And it wasn't until... Perhaps just now... That something else took root...

She had been looking at it clinically... She had been weighing the pros and cons, and saw nothing but downsides... Until she realized...

The only good thing that needed to come from it all... Was HER child...

She wanted to be a mother. Call it instinct, or desire, or even some hint of madness. Perhaps she, being a demon, was truly made this way. But in the moment especially, she could only think of one thing... All of her vast mind, intensely zeroed in on the idea of...

Motherhood...

Autumn grinned softly as she saw the expression on the Uxie's face change. The worry was replaced first by determination... Then ferocity...

"There it is... I knew you wanted it, just as much as the rest of us... There is not a greater joy in this or any other plane..."

Yuri nodded, once. Her expression was stern, until a smile spread wide across her face... She was about to meet her baby...

Her body angrily, and violently reminded her that there was still a test on the 'desk' in front of her. Or it might as well have been a desk, for how the surface protruded so wide and far...

She gave an uncharacteristic hiss of effort as she sat up. Autumn shamelessly reached down and plugged one of her fingers into Yuri's opening. The Uxie winced, but didn't pull back...

"Yes. You truly are ready. When your body demands... Listen to what it says... you will know what to do now..."

Oh, did she ever. From the start, she knew what it wanted... And now her desires were aligned. Time to get the baby out...

She curled suddenly and pushed. Autumn pulled back and took a step away from the tub. Yuri's clenched jaw ground her fangs as she growled very softly... Her middle compressed in on itself...

Pain... Her existence as a devil was built around pain... And there seemed to be little greater pain than what she was going through. A swing from a sword would hurt, but it wouldn't come from within... Where she was most vulnerable...

"Do not focus that vast mind on the pain of it." Autumn demanded. Yuri nodded once and instead focused on her baby, who was thrashing with utter confusion. The walls were closing in... She could feel, and hear, the somewhat overly large body shifting through her's. It seemed like such a short way to travel... From her uterus to her passage and then out...

It was miles... But miles she would willingly walk with broken ankles... Or, perhaps more fittingly, broken hips...

Autumn dabbed a cloth against her head. Despite only whimpering, Yuri was clearly in pain from the effort. Her sisters would be screaming. Her mother had splashed much of the water out by this point. But Yuri was not more stoic... Simply more quiet... More focused inwards...

"Push. Your child should not be harmed by your inaction..."

Yuri grit her teeth and did as told. Her legs lifted slightly from the water as she pushed. A splattering of liquid clouded the pool more as she felt a head against her hips. Too narrow. She had sickened flashbacks of what Autumn had done to get her baby out...

"You can do it. I assured that. It wouldn't be easy, but you can..."

It was all Yuri needed to know.

She sat up. Autumn stepped back and shielded her baby from a soft splash as Yuri bit her bottom lip... Squeezed her eyes tightly closed as her whole body clenched... A bit more... A bit more...!

POP!

That was it... The pressure on her hips shifted hard, and...

"AAA!"

She gasped as she felt her lips burn like fire. Her flesh angrily threatened to tear...

"The womb is just one part... Now you are crowning... And you must produce your little one past the most difficult trial..."

Yuri whimpered and faltered a moment. She breathed rapidly until Autumn gripped her shoulder firmly. She even dug a claw in, drawing blood, to distract her...

"Breathe... And focus. You have already won this but for the effort..."


One more good push was all it took to get her child out. She knew at some point in her life, she would be pushing out dozens of children in one litter, or those the size of Wailmer. She knew she would die in childbirth, at least once...

But not this time...!!!

She arched her back over the edge of the pool. Her knees again lifted out of the water.  Her lips parted painfully. Her body shook with effort...

"Aaa... AAAAAAAAAA!!!"

And then... In an instant... The pain suddenly subsided... Reduced to a dull ache... And Yuri slumped hard...

For a long, agonizing few moments... She felt empty... Trapped in the dark... And alone...

And then... A soft, squirming body was placed in her arms... And colour returned...

She lifted a blind finger to trace across her daughter's face, inspecting and taking in features to envision. The little one took her hand and suckled on the finger softly. Yuri seemed surprised for a moment, but her face went pink with joy as she instead settled her against her chest, as she had sensed Autumn doing. The younger Uxie latched on and began to drink deeply. Yuri had been so distracted by her pregnancy that she had barely noticed how aching her chest was... But it could have been one touch from bursting, and she still would have let her baby latch on...

"Rest... Recover. You deserve it." Autumn's voice came. Her paw gently placed on Yuri's head in an affection gesture before she turned to leave. Yuri lifted her head a bit disappointedly... But Autumn paused at the door, glancing back and grinning gently...

"Oh? Don't fret... If you're truly interested in learning with me... Then I don't see a reason for you not to come back to my kitchen. After all... I think you've shown you can take it, if your recipes do something strange to you..."

"...to me...?"

"Oh yes. It was a strict rule when I was a bit younger... New recipes are to be tested only on yourself. Now of course I play in dangerous places that need victims... But for you...? I suspect your middle will swell more than once before you truly grasp my art..."

Yuri contemplated this... She clicked her fangs...

Then she smiled broadly, and hugged her baby a bit tighter to her…

Autumn walked back down the hallway and to her room. She set her squirming little one in a crib and then went back to her desk…

Predictably, it was organized. However, more than a few papers and parchments were currently strewn across its top… And in the centre of it all was an ornate grimoire…

She picked it up into her paws, treating it with almost as much respect as she had the fussing baby...

The sum total of her knowledge… Every delicious thing she’d ever made or experimented with… She made careful notes until she had what was in her paws…

The most terrifying cookbook you could imagine…

To a demon there was nothing more sacred than refining your knowledge for future torment… Some day, when she was long gone, she relished the idea of this falling into the wrong hands… The corruption it could cause was boundless…

She set it down and made a few notes. Her baby whimpered and pouted in the background, but mommy was busy. She’d noticed a pattern, and when she finished scribbled, she stared at the recipe she’d felt inspired to finish…

Her glowing eyes widened subtly. Her default crooked grin widened as she took in the details, then dipped her claw in red tinted ink to scour the paper with a note…

‘Should be particularly effective on Fairy types...’



The land surrounding the demon manor was quiet, and peaceful. Most of the time, Pokemon sensed the bad aura and stayed away. But sometimes in the sunlight, where the danger seemed remote and the aura was at its calmest, a foolhardy or unaware Pokemon went where the grass was green and lush where it was watered with blood...

A Stantler lowered their head to graze, undisturbed. When they raised their head again, they saw a pair of eyes glowing from the dense, shadowy treeline nearby. They stared. The eyes stared back. With a docile grunt, they lowered their head again to graze, unconcerned…

Suddenly, the deer gasped and jerked their head up again, as their heart thumped hard against their ribcage. It had begun to hammer in their chest... The eyes from the trees grew wider as they watched, and a jagged grin gleamed under them. The Stantler tossed their head and moaned out a cry as their heart continued to thump painfully against their ribs. They were overcome in a moment by terror, inflicted upon them by the gaze of the evil thing… Their fear seemed only to grow, as if their very nightmares were charging at them... They had plenty of time to anticipate the death that was coming. Their moans turned into screams of terror. The creature in the treeline laughed excitedly…

And then, with a rumbling roar, the deer was gone…

Vanished in a cascade of deep red that soon was strewn over the green grass, staining away its healthy shade while the corpse, the meat, was viciously torn and eaten piece by piece…

Crimson, the demon of brutality, had pounced while the prey was frozen in fear. She had no problem closing the gap, pinning the creature, and then slamming her heavy limbs down until she heard things crunch… And when they were mostly dead, gasping out their last breaths from crushed lungs, she would begin to tear limbs from their body… To savour their last moans of pain… Season their blood with their agony...

She soon hefted herself from the bones of the creature and sighed heavily. What would normally be a fitting meal was not enough. Nothing was ever enough… Not for the weight so firmly on her front... So it was a good thing that stalking and taking prey was always fun. And it gave her an excuse to be around her beloved daughters, if she even needed that…

She floated up, holding her heavily laden middle. It was just about full… A little more and her brood would be calm, earning her just a bit of peace and rest…

But first, she would have to finish the hunt…

“Mary…?” she called, glancing around, not spotting her daughter’s form in the trees. Her brow furrowed in annoyance as she floated on to find her…

Mary zipped through the trees, still laughing in excitement at witnessing her mother’s expertise. The look of terror on their face was sweeter than any meat she’d ever bitten into, and her heart was pounding as she went towards the next. Her passions were so high that she felt she didn’t even need her mother’s help anymore…

Why would she…? Not now… She was obviously strong enough to end another Pokemon’s life all on her own! And then mama would be so proud…

She floated to a stop and then peered from the trees again. She spied a Pokemon on the shoreline, standing in the lapping waves and seemingly wondering if they should swim.

“Ah… A… What is that? I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a Pokemon like this...”

It was stood in the lengthening shadows… A pale ‘’ Xerneas… But it was pale even beyond that… Small, with its rack malformed and its eyes blank and cloudy. It gave Mary the chills, but she couldn’t help but be transfixed by the regal, corrupted form...

She looked so tired… So desperate to flee the land that it was stood at the edge of the sea… And then… She glanced back into the trees, and saw that pair of eyes come alight…

Crimson paused in a clearing, putting her arms under her middle and grunting with the effort of keeping them aloft. It was much harder on land… She could float only limited distances without having to stop and relax… And relying on walking, with a belly like hers? She was even more clumsy.

But something told her she needed to hurry. In the distance, she sensed a spike of fear… and scented a rush of blood…

“MARY! THIS IS NOT A HUNTING GROUND!”
She rushed forward as quickly as she could, cursing her belly and the weight of it slowing her before she burst onto the beach, panting…

Yes. A small beach, private thanks to a large outcropping of rocks. Secluded. And the waters were controlled well enough by the currents to trap aquatic Pokemon there…

Autumn had been so very happy to have found it… The alcove nearby was a perfect place to store her experiments…!

The small creature lurched with uneven, weak movements. It swung and huffed sharply, but otherwise made no noise. It appeared that its throat was worn to the bone… Or eaten down to it…

Mary dodged and darted in. She slammed into its side, trying to match the brutality of her mother. She longed to cause the red tides her mother could make… To hear the thunderous crack of a bone snapping in half beneath flesh, and its razor endings slashing through flesh better than any wicked blade could…

She laughed as the Xerneas swung its horns at her again, and she floated up… Then slammed down on it firmly. A shattering CRUNCH indicated its spine was broken. Its back legs went limp and utterly useless, and its forelegs splintered in its desperate efforts to stay up…

With its skin perforated, Mary wasted no time. Alive or not, she acted like her ‘little’ siblings, as if she was swarming the thing all on her own…

“MARY. STOP THAT NOW.”

Ahh… Mama’s voice. She had arrived, hopefully to see the end of the fight! She ignored her orders, giggling in glee at the idea that she was stealing her mother’s share. But she felt it was her right… After all, she had claimed the prey…!

Crimson stared across the sand at Mary greedily and messily devouring the corpse. She was still panting as her own insides roiled… Her brood was furious at her pushing so hard, and not even in the way she should be… And her body was aching. She tried to move quicker but… Ah, if only they were in water...


She waddled forward and eventually grabbed Mary, nearly throwing her back like the Mesprit was playing with a live grenade. Mary tumbled and hit the sand with a sharp ‘oof!!!’, and skidded to a stop. Her vision swam, and she sat up and looked between her legs at her mother…

“...huh?!” she whined, as Crimson picked up the corpse and inspected it with a grim expression. A good part of it was eaten… It should have been obvious, given how rare Xerneas were, that it wasn’t simply here for no reason. She pulled it up and gripped its useless back leg, finding slices in its pallid flesh that couldn’t have come from any beast… No… They looked to be from a heavy blade, like a cleaver...

She tossed it into the ocean. When it splashed down, a flock of Wingulls immediately began to swarm over it, and Sharpedo circled. It’d be gone before the concerned Manaphy reached her daughter, Mary pushing herself up and to her feet. Her confusion was rapidly turning into fury…

“My… My kill! That one was MINE… How could you?! What, are you jealous?! Jealous I got to it first and now I can’t finish my prey because you’re so envious of your daughter who…”

Mary had been snapping and ranting, but paused as her pleasantly full tummy suddenly began to growl.

She looked up, her face pale. She started shaking when she realized that Crimson, who LOVED to get in shouting matches with her, was dead silent. Her face was one of pure concern…

Well. There was still a BIT of that trademark fury sizzling in her eyes…

She grabbed her girl’s shoulder and dragged her over to a standing stone that was displayed near the path that lead to the beach. It was a flat marker that had a single symbol on it…

Mary whimpered and clutched her middle instantly upon seeing it… Most knew to stay away the moment they saw it…

It was engraved on the doors of the Demon Manor’s kitchen…

“…You are a fool, but there’s nothing I could do to you that will compare to what happens next, Mary. Come. We need to get home…”

“What… But… We were hunting, and…”

Another loud gurgle… Her middle tightened… The sporty outfit she wore left her belly bare, meaning it was exposed and easy to see how quickly it was swelling. Mary immediately became self conscious about stretch marks as she looked up at her mother...

“You misunderstand, Mary… We need to get home NOW…”

Crimson forced Mary back into the forest as quickly as she could. Behind them, two of the Wingull hit the sand, and a Sharpedo beached itself… Swelling until…

SPLRCH...


===


By the time the front doors to the manor opened and the two Pokemon waddled in, both were wheezing. Crimson was just pushing herself to get back here as fast as possible, while Mary was dealing with her newfound problems…

An aching back, barely able to float, so waddling would be unthinkable. It must have been how her mother felt all the time, and now she felt guilty running away. Her hips ached like nothing she’d ever felt, and even her spine couldn’t seem to be comfortable. The baby was so huge and so heavy… Despite her hubris, Mary was starting to regret...

“I want to change…” complained Mary, despite nearly hyperventilating for the pain of her middle. Crimson shot her an annoyed look before shoving her forward, not towards her room but towards the pools…

“NO!” Mary whined, her arms going over her chest, and between her legs. The naive little fool was more worried about her modesty than her tummy...

“Do you really think you can push out a baby… when you have shorts in the way?! You… Calm down!!!”

“Noooooo!!!”

Her howls echoed off the walls as Crimson shoved her into the ominous, isolated chamber… Was it simply their aesthetic, or was it some arcane devilish ritual to push these children out in water?

Was it simply the fact that Crimson needed it the most?

The strangely coloured Manaphy dragged her daughter to the poolside and began to pluck at her clothes. Mary shrieked and protested, but eventually was stripped bare. Unlike her sisters, she had visible tan lines because she rarely, if ever, went nude… But now her mama wasn’t giving her a choice…

“You’re lucky you can still complain about being naked… In a few hours you won’t even remember that you are…!”

“I DOUBT IT! PERVERT!” shrieked Mary, who kicked and splashed a bit of water… But she was ominously aware of her tightening midsection… The feeling of something beginning to stir and move in her insides… To wake up… To WANT OUT…

“Mamaaaaa… I didn’t want it to happen like thiiiis… I wanted my first one to be special…!”

“Well, you’re an animal just like me, and I guess this is what you get for just giving into your instincts instead of listening…!”

“Well if you weren’t so pushy…!”

Mary gasped sharply and curled against her middle suddenly. Crimson had been about to scold her further, but instead just smirked as she saw her daughter’s gaze go immediately to her middle…

“I’m the pushy one…? Not for long… Don’t worry Mary… It looks big, but I think you can get through it…”

“Mama?!”

“Shush… You need to breathe… Or it’s going to split you in two as it comes out…”


Mary was panicking even harder at the blunt instruction, her body shaking as she sat there with the water lapping at her breasts like tongues, making her painfully aware of how heavy that had become too… Still a bit small objectively, but… FULLER…

“Oh no…”

Crimson noticed, but said nothing. Her face was utterly amused behind the concern… Despite the somewhat dire circumstances, she couldn’t help but feel pride at her daughter finally experiencing something so exciting...

Mary braced… Trembled… Started to cry… Raged… Briefly got excited…

And then screamed…

The manor echoed with the howls of the poor Mesprit who had gotten into the wrong experiment down her throat. She was safest in the manor, where her unique conditions could be tended to by those who knew how. It didn’t reduce her risk entirely… And it certainly didn’t make it easier...

“PLEASE!!!”

There was nothing that Crimson could do. Sat there in the cool birthing waters, she moaned for something to come and stop this pain. She was rocking on her behind, head back against the small cushion that was the only comfort, and her fists against the stone. Her reflection below swayed with her turbulent wriggling. She was begging for it to be over, but it had only just begun…

Tick… Tick… Distantly, quietly, the manor’s grandfather clock gave its endless metronome, demanding the rhythm be maintained. Push, Mary, push!

But after some time, she was laid on her side on the step, heaving each breath and crying her eyes out. Days. Months. Years. It had to have been. She had grown old waiting for this gigantic baby to be born, and they had just grown larger, so she would never be able to…

“HEY. Focus, you little brat…”


It was a stark and sudden insult. Crimson’s eyes looked worried, but it was sharp enough to bring Mary back to the situation at hand. She sat up slowly, shaking like a leaf… But she wiped her eyes and braced her legs apart again…

“That’s right… If you focus… You might be done in…”

Hours.

Later she would learn it was almost an entire day. She was told she was lucky because of that… It might have been weeks… But she was strong…

A demon of emotion… Raw passion ignited inside her like a white hot flame… And just when her hips began to feel like they would snap in half. She sat up… Panting… Her poor Mesprit form burning away to reveal her demonic form. Crimson paced nearby, massaging her own middle as her babies reacted to her stress with equal, excited upset. But as soon as Mary changed and started to snarl, she moved over and put her arms on the edge of the pool...

“Mary… Don’t… Don’t force it…!”

Mary’s belly was heavily dropped… Her baby was against her entrance, her pelvis warped wide, and yet she still felt kicks firmly against her ribcage for just how huge her baby was…

Through the billowing clouds of red fluids dripping and gushing from the demon girl’s body, she glimpsed her bulging, spreading puss… Further… Further…

“MAMAAA!”

Crimson winced, and bared her shark fangs… She could see her daughter starting to split… For a moment, she was terrified she wouldn’t make it… But she came forward and put her arm around her back, and gripped her hand…

“Come on… Don’t give up… You have this, Mary…!!!”

Mary gasped and looked up at her mama. She half expected to be shouted at, but instead… Crimson was concerned only with ensuring her baby had her own…

She felt it… The emotion… Far away from the firey anger was the sheer warmth of something demons almost never felt…

Love… Uncomplicated… Soothing… Empowering…

She was a mother after all…

Mary pushed her head into Crimson’s chest and shrieked. She lifted one leg out of the water and gripped her thigh, suddenly bearing down as a contraction rocked her back into painful reality...

“It’s coming… It’s coming… Just keep it up, Mary, you’re doing so good!!!”

Mary wasn’t paying attention, but she knew she was being cheered on. She sobbed with the effort it took to keep going… Her baby almost certainly would get stuck… Lodged there in a deadly situation for them both. She’d see everything go dark… And she’d know forever that she failed her first precious baby…

She could never take that feeling… All of her emotions would be deadened under the weight of her failure…!!!

“HAAAAAAAH!”

Mary arched to make as much room as possible. Her immense baby’s head stretched her wider… Wider… Her hips popped loudly… Blood trickled in thick streams into the water…

She shoved again… A little too hard… Even Crimson gasped in shock…

The baby was out… And with another pair of rough, angry pushes… the shoulders wedged into her wounded passage, before the final shove made her child nearly burst forth from her body. Crimson quickly picked her up from the water and marveled at her sheer size, before laughing eagerly in pride that her baby had done it… She had survived…

Mary’s eyes fluttered… She saw her mama smile, and she saw her baby wiggle, and start crying…

She closed her eyes and felt nothing but joy...

====


Yuri paced in her room… Despite her eyes being perpetually closed, she still somehow looked like she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. She clutched her own oversized child and rubbed their back, trying to get them to stop fussing...

It had taken so long… But now they were just whimpering with their cheek against her shoulder. Soon they would pass out… Soon they could both rest...

BANG!

Yuri jumped and gave a heavy, angry sigh. Her baby started crying loudly again.

Mary pushed her way in, holding her own baby, who was also crying loudly…

For a second, both girls just stood there, confused by the similarities, before Mary started shouting…

“I HAD A BABY!”

Yuri winced and made an effort to calm her baby before she annoyedly turned her head towards Mary…

“I can ‘see’ that! That’s obviously where you were last week! Why are you being so loud!?”

“DID YOU DO THIS!? WERE YOU DOING EXPERIMENTS WITH AUTUMN!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT ISN’T IT YURI!?”

“WHAT?!

The two girls were shouting, Yuri trying to hear and calm her baby, who just cried louder and made Mary’s baby cry while Mary got more hysterical.

In the hallway. Crimson stared into the room, and then pulled her antennae firmly in frustration…

“A never ending war with these two… These THREE…”

She remained there for a long moment before relaxing with a long sigh. She couldn’t help but chuckle gently…

Motherhood wasn’t at all what she thought it would be like… But somehow, despite how silly it all was, she felt strangely warm. The two girls came to the door to whine at her in unison, with Mary’s loud whimpering almost completely covering Yuri’s softer, indignant protestations. And under it all was the two little infants’ cranky crying…

“ENOUGH.”

Everyone went silent. Crimson furrowed her brow...

She looked around… Glancing out of a nearby window, across the sparkling sea…

“...where is your sister… Where is… Abby…!? Oh NO...”


As the waves crashed carelessly against the beach, the sinister presence of Autumn stood in a near pitch black cell… A stony dungeon tucked into the watery alcove, perfect for secretive experiments…

She tossed a kitchen knife up and caught it. She repeated the action, seeing the rusty hinge that had allowed her subject to escape, and far before they were ripe. Likely that’s what had caused all the fuss with Mary, though no one had mustered the courage to confess it yet.

She rolled her eyes and let the knife drop, point first, onto her finger. She balanced it, even as a trickle of blood snaked through her fur and dripped onto the floor of the cell…

The specimen had been valuable, but flawed. Luckily… The foolish mistake would yield valuable data. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better test subject, but she would have never have crossed Crimson like that… And in the end, the fool had done it to herself.

She grinned softly… Then wider… For a few moments, she looked almost manic… Her emotions flared and for a second, her passion was laid bare…
Isolated, alone, and with her heart pounding with excitement, she threw her head back and let out a wild cackle...

The recipe would be perfect… Soon, the table would be set...


Standing at a cliff’s edge, facing the vast and glimmering blue that was the ocean’s expanse, it was easy to see it as nothing more than a painting... A landscape of endless still and silent beauty placed there as playful boundaries between the harsh landscapes they cradled…

But that was something only a fool would think… To be so ignorant as to not understand the crushing depths and the roaring waves… To turn a blind eye to the creatures of alien purport, hidden below the murky waters so deep that the predators had made the precious resource of light into a lure…

The ocean was hungry… Always ravenous… Always prepared to punish weakness, and drag another corpse down to feed its abyss…

The graceful mermaid form of the creature breached… Then another, and another… Soon, a pod of them had washed themselves up on a thin sandbar. In another hour or two, this little spit of land would be entirely hidden by the whims of the waves…

One of them flopped up on land and panted softly, though her face looked pleasured. The Dewgong’s pinniped form wasn’t too graceful on land at the best of times, but her immense pregnant middle weighed her down even worse as she moved across the sand and then came to a slumping stop.

She looked content… A stupid animal smile on her face; satisfaction at her primal role… Surrounded by her mates… What more could one ask for?

Her little ones began to cry…

She lifted her head with a grunt, immediately confused and upset. She had heard it distinctly; the soft cries of little Seel. It must have been her’s… Though she wasn’t sure how…

With great effort, she moved her pregnant self back into the water. More than one of the others glanced in confusion as she did so… But nearby, other Dewgongs were climbing further up, avoiding the water like the plague…

Their ears were pricked… The males looked alert… And terrified…

Into the ocean’s embrace with a hearty splash, the pregnant Dewgong flitted through the water as if she was weightless. Not even her middle’s heft could weigh her now… She felt at one with the currents… Like a bird in flight…

She rushed through a school of Magikarp, who scattered immediately. The soft crying came more frequently now, and more distressed… Panic!

She paused in the water and tried not to choke. After all, she couldn’t breathe down here… She could hold her breath for a very long time, but she hadn’t the gift of gills…

A scream…!

She darted forward, eyes fixed. This was some terrible ghostly trick, it must have been! How could her babies be down here…?! Who had stolen them?!

She rushed headlong… She didn’t notice… Didn’t realize…

Down… Deeper… The fish stopped appearing… The sunbeams from below penetrated as far as they could, clawing down to take back any bit of their domain from the inky blackness…

She came to another halt… Her flippers settled on her middle… The water around her threatened with its pressure…

It was dark… But her eyes were focused… In their wide pupils were reflected an ethereal glow…

In her mind, she saw only the soul of her babies… Taken from her very middle… How had this happened?! Tears gathered in her eyes, joining the ocean around her before they’d even fallen from her…

She reached out to it, and swam a little deeper…

The light came into view… She realized what it was now…

A pair of eyes.

With a hissing rasp that rumbled through the water around her, she saw a maw of razors for a split second before she felt such agony in her throat…

The water around her went red with clouds of her blood… She thrashed wildly, but understood fully in an instant her situation… Her mistake… And the consequences thereof…

Her tail soon stopped moving… She felt something bite into it… Her arms went numb, and she wasn’t sure if she was there anymore…

Her middle clenched… Her eyes went wide… She couldn’t even scream out… No one would hear her if she could...

She felt herself sinking…

Sinking…

Begging silently to the unfeeling water around her… As the abyss’s lighthouse eyes locked her in their harsh glow... And opened that impossibly huge fanged maw wide for her to fall into forever…








The blood red sunrise made ominous silhouettes of the early morning ocean waves. Within those waters around the coasts, few Pokemon dared to swim. They knew now to give the place a wide berth…

With a fountain spray of water, Abby jetted forth and spun in the air. With a cheeky grin, she flung more water about to cause a few rainbows.

Below, the surface looked like it was boiling. In a few moments, a red stain spread across it… And then a chittering swarm of red Phione buzzed up from the waves, some still fighting over the few Gyarados bits that were left…

Abigail giggled and settled herself down on a rock, breathing out softly and rubbing her middle. Her bathing suit mostly kept it from getting in the way, but it was still a burden. It was a little difficult even for a demonspawn like her to go out when this pregnant…

Ah, but the willpower the little devil had… As you would expect, given her species. She wanted to go out, and no amount of scolding from her mother or warnings from her aunts would stop her!

It was why she’d taken her ‘swarm’ of sisters out to hunt. They could swim freely in the shallows near the manor, but the deeper oceans weren’t supposed to be touched. Crimson, in her wisdom, knew that in fights with larger prey that some of her swarm could be lost. Just because they were easily replaced didn’t mean she wanted to throw her little meat grinders into a grinder. She’d be cross if even one came back with a new bite mark in their fin…

Abby was entirely confident in her power. She had grown up under Crimson, sitting in front of a hearth with Autumn’s cooking in her tummy and Crescent’s stories filling her head. She was a demon, and nothing could stop her…!

She winced and held her middle as it gurgled and squirmed. This was the only problem… It had been painful all day, and now she was nervous about it. The sharp clench of her muscles she’d just felt was worse…
Her sisters buzzed over and surrounded her, peering down with hungry curiosity. They weren’t mindless, but they were also very simple creatures. Even they could see something was wrong, however… Perhaps they had spotted this enough times to know the signs…

“Well… The sun is almost all the way up. We could keep going or…”

She pushed her thighs together and flinched hard. The gurgle was audible to even the muttering Phione…

“You think we should go home…? No. I want to… Ah…”

She huffed softly and pushed her palms on her midsection… Rubbing in small circles to attempt to soothe…

“...well, maybe. We’ve had a good hunt anyway… Perhaps it’s time we… ah… Ahh…!”

She flinched and rocked. The swarm began to chatter excitedly… They seemed to be whispering one word among themselves…

‘Push… push…!’

“Push? No, not yet, I… Ouh… Oof.”

She winced and floated up again, giving a nervous grin…

“Okay. Let’s… go.”

They set off across the bounding waves, swimming near the surface and leaping from the water to ride the momentum and soar briefly through the air before plunging back down and gliding through the water…




Normally… Abigail would take such joy in this… In flying, or swimming with her sisters… But every time she tried to focus, her middle shifted and her little one kicked… She nearly lost track of where she was going more than once… If it weren’t for her swarming sisters, she might have gotten lost…

But soon the manor’s tower glinted on the horizon. Soon they’d be home…

“...Gah! C-Can’t make it! Can’t!”

The swarm suddenly buzzed around the ailing female and their fangs gripped her flesh and swimsuit with uncharacteristic gentleness. She was dragged through the water, looking confused and a little worried until she burst up onto the shore of a small underwater cavern…

More than one Pokemon had given birth here in the past… A tradition that Abby would have to continue now… If she could…!

This part at least was well known to her. She’d seen more than one Pokemon, even her mother and aunt, do this very thing. And her confidence was unshaken…

She could… She would! She had to!

“AAA!”

She groaned immediately at the pain of full on labour. Her water must have broken awhile ago… So she tried to push against a contraction.  

“GNNK!”

That wasn’t smart… She felt enough pain to understand that immediately. She bit her arm and kicked her little legs, huffing softly and trying not to howl as she slowly fell into her rhythm…

The sun glittered off the waves above, the light reflecting into the pool and casting eerie teal glimmers off of each of the cave walls. Her heart raced as she curled and pushed, like she’d seen others do.
But seeing is so much different than doing… And it was easy to understand when you needed to push, but so much harder to put that effort in when the time came…

She let out a sob, a moment of weakness before she thumped her feet down harder and curled into her middle… No… Don’t give in…
You can do this…!

===

Hours later, she awoke with a pained start. The tidal pool had filled out more, leaving her sitting in shallow water.

She groaned hard and turned over. She held her legs at an awkward angle for how her puss bulged, her one piece swimsuit pushed aside around one thigh to make room…

Just inside was the head of her baby…

For so long she had tried… She had put in such effort, thought she could push her baby out… But it was hours of straining and pushing until she had attempted to put all of her power into a desperate push to force her baby’s head out…

But she clearly couldn’t do it.

She hissed and splashed her fist into the water frustratedly. She hated to admit such a thing, but she had witnessed the consequences of not understanding your limits…

The far more frightening revelation was that she couldn’t swim all that way back to the manor… Not in this painful state…

Again, her willpower flickered with a moment of doubt…

But then she recalled… Big, eager eyes staring up at her Auntie Crescent… Listening to her tell dark, and gory tales of her power… How she would hunt the strongest creatures without ever a doubt in her mind of her victory…

She set her jaw. Her eyes flared with power, and despite her intense agony, her simple Azelf form ‘burned’ away…

The Phione swarm had been hovering idly around the entrance to the cave, equal parts defending and still glutting themselves on easy prey… But they scattered in surprise when Abby suddenly burst from the shelter, and into the sea… At first their instinct was to follow, until they saw their sister had changed to her demonic self...

They could tell she was still attempting to push her baby out uselessly, and that she was stuck. Some even muttered nervously about fetching Crimson to help…

But the Demon of Will floated through the dark waters like a mighty Mantine, gliding deeper and deeper, the dim depths themselves becoming her vast wings…

She swam… Circling… Searching… Pushing her thighs together, holding back snarls of pain, her razor teeth bared until…

Until…

“Come to me…” she whispered… Despite being underwater, it wasn’t muffled. It was heard clearly, though the Phione were the only ones who could understand. To everything else around, it sounded merely like demonic whispers… And to one very specific target… The eyes were locked on a very…

...very…

...pregnant…

...Dewgong…




Abigail forgot her pain in a few fleeting moments, as she swallowed down the sweetest meal she’d ever tasted… Her eyes fluttered, and she let out a weak, trembling, insane laugh… She was briefly overwhelmed by the sensations... She floated there in the currents, limp… Arms spread… Legs wide…

Like the most succulent fat on the choicest cut of meat, a thousand fold in your mouth… Your chest felt warm… Your body felt so good that anything seemed possible… Crescent’s addiction to only the most powerful souls was put into perspective. If a simple Dewgong’s soul tasted this sinfully good… then...

And then the high faded slowly, even if the power tingling in her didn’t…

She turned in the water, curling around her belly in pain. She darted off as behind her, the swarm descended… For a few seconds, they formed a perfect Dewgong silhouette… And when they dispersed to chase after Abby and make sure she was okay, there was nothing left but a faint red cloud where the mermaid once was…

Abigail burst up into the tide pool, gripping the edge of it and arching her back. She roared with her surge of power, but knew she had little time…

The soulstuff swirling in her form, coursing through her veins, would eventually hit her children… Infuse them with energy… Until they…

...grew…

Her hips still in the pool, knelt against a rock shelf, she pushed… Tears dribbled down from her eyes, the scarlet trails marking her face as she bared her fangs and tried to push her baby from her…

Her puss bulged and parted. Her baby’s head poked free lazily… then slid back in, leaving only the merest hint of it spreading her…



“FFFFFFAAAHHHHH!” she squealed, her voice so loud that she could be heard even through the muffled water. The Phione outside looked at one another and waited there anxiously, watching the clouds of bloody fluid billow from their sister’s hiding place…

She pushed again… Harder… In her mind all she saw was the baby starting to grow stronger, healthier, and bigger… so much bigger that her hips would just snap in half… Her flesh would sag and split and her organs would spill, that encroaching darkness returning to her eyes as soon as she felt her little one float from her body and into the sea…

She breathed in desperate worry… Dragged her claws down the stone and left another deep gouge…

Yuri had done this already… Her sisters had outdone her…

She always haughtily thought of herself as the leader… The one who would take Autumn’s place, if the three older Demon sisters were ever removed… The one who would give the orders… And instead, here she was, struggling to push out even one… How could she look them in the eye…!?

She braced… She spread herself a bit further… Her tails lashed and flung water everywhere as she did… With a soft sob, she prepared… Took a deep breath…

The walls shimmered peacefully… For a second, everything was calm…

“HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

She pushed as hard as she could… The energy her meal had given her crackled off of her like lightning… Her pussy spread wide around the head of her little one, just starting their growth spurt…

But Abigail kept pushing… She sustained her efforts… Feeling the head stretch around her slowly… Until it reached its widest part…

It stopped making progress… Abigail could feel herself tightening around the baby, and she was confused until she realized that the baby was growing bigger, faster…

“No… No…!” she grunted through her fangs… “NO NO NO!!!”

The baby’s head was nearly out… The little one was about to be born… She was so close…!

She screamed again. The sea shook with her effort… The Phione looked terrified as they saw clouds of dark red fluid gush from the cave and obscure the surroundings…

===

...At the manor…

The wading pool that lead to the ocean bubbled softly, then more violently until the Phione swarm burst up and buzzed around. They immediately huddled back in the water as they heard an ominous growl…

Crimson stood there on the edge of the pool… Her eyes ignited with fury that her little ones had been out for so long, and without telling her anything of where they’d be...

“What kind of trouble were you up to then, hm? And where is your sister…”

The Phione looked at one another… They muttered softly, seemingly unsure what to do. But Crimson’s firm, angry gaze was enough to make them sink into the water… And a minute later, they re-emerged with an exhausted looking Abigail, who was clutching her baby in her arms…

“...What?!”

Crimson flared with anger at seeing Abby in such a state. In the hallway nearby, Crescent’s eyes glinted, but she turned and waltzed away, despite scenting the remains of a soul feast…

“Hi… Mama.” Abby said, with a bright blush. She clung tighter to her wriggling infant, as Crimson’s anger slowly burned down to frustration…

“...Abigail… I cannot believe… YOU as well…”

In the distance of the manor, a soft wail could be heard… Followed by Mary’s voice shouting back, telling her baby that she’d be there in a moment…

Abigail paled upon realizing that she’d been the last to give birth… then slumped heavily and finally allowed herself to rest. She wouldn’t give up her baby, even as the swarm tenderly set the fatigued Azelf in her mother’s arms. Crimson glared down at her… but then sighed heavily and turned to carry her into the manor…

“You are a young little fool… But you succeeded… I suppose that’s what matters.”

She said, and she was unable to keep a hint of pride out of her voice…
















“Her too. I should have known…”

Autumn paced in her kitchen. Her eyes kept glancing at the open cookbook on her counter…

Her ears swivelled… Listening to the activity in the mansion… To her various children, to the children of her sisters and her sister’s offspring… An endless cascade of devils…

And all of them cooped tightly in this mansion… Instead of unleashed upon the lands they should have claimed a long time ago...

She turned suddenly and slashed her claw in anger. A hanging hunk of meat was sliced in two and fell worthlessly to the stone below…

She stood in the flickering flame of her cooking fire. With a gasp, she spun as she felt a blast of heat more overwhelming than her stove...

In the shadows, a tall silhouette… And a pair of oppressive red glints of light, locked on her.

She immediately stood in front of them and put her paws behind her back, giving a shallow bow of respect…

“...will it work?”

 Autumn hesitated… She set her jaw, trying to work out the variables… The ingredients…

“If it works…” the shadow spoke… “It will be a grand feast.”

Autumn’s head lifted suddenly. Her eyes were wide, and for a moment… She looked almost excited…

“Yes. You know what happens when a feast is called…”

The silhouette turned, disappearing into the shadows without another word. Autumn stood stiff, that stunned expression still on her face…
She turned and grabbed a clever, and then yanked down another piece of meat. She slammed the blade down and sent fluids splattering across the wall…

Her willpower was now brighter than the furnace… The firelight caused her ominous silhouette to dance… To stretch…

As night fell outside, the manor’s shadow stretched like a claw, and settled over a certain section of forest, where there was joyous laughter instead of…

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