Chương 919: Day Nine Hundred And Seventeen

Dear Diary, Y'know, given the shit I discovered about myself shortly after being isekaied, specifically the bits about power making my lady bits go all gooey and having a knack for wrecking shit, I find it endlessly fascinating how my favorite things to do here and now aren't 'conquest' and 'conquest related shit wrecking'. I guess some part of me would like to say that's due to some inherently moral part of me, but as previously discussed my Moral Compass does not point to 'good' and 'evil'.

Although given where it does point, which for those hard of memory in the audience is 'orgasms for everyone', I guess my slow but seemingly never ending acquisition of more people for the polycule could be considered 'conquest'. The state I've left my ladies in without ever being violent with them could be described as 'shit thoroughly wrecked' as well, especially when my Kitten is feeling particularly submissive.

Shit, I almost said, 'and breedable', and my entire everything lit up with a sort of subconscious alertness reeking of 'Saffron muffin oven full of bun when?' i also am absolutely including every local tentacle, and by local I'm talking all the ones I can sense hovering just out of sight in M-Space, which means it's possible the non-local ones did too.

I am now very carefully not thinking about how much I'd enjoy her doing the same to me, lest I abscond with her and work her Shapeshifting and baby requisition cannon like a puppet. Okay, I know those are my impulses, not some vague cosmic horror made of tentacles, and I have to own them. If I neither give in to them nor explode from frustrated lack of patience before my personal belly henna lights up or Saffron growls 'breed me' into my ear, I think I deserve some kind of treat.

Not sure what, but I'm sure Saffron will think of something. I'm presently thinking something Siobhan related, because sure as fuck she'll have decanted by then. Maybe another haircut or something, because eating my beloved Darling's hair is just wildly kinky, but not actually in any way immoral, unethical, or fattening. Okay, I'm not sure of that last one, but if I grow a new major tentacle every time I give Darling a trim, that is a price I'm glad to pay.

At any rate, before I decided digression is in fact my newest Domain, I was gonna say that my favorite things to do are family and kid related. I mean, I guess 'interacting with my beloved family in ways that will produce more kids' is in fact family and kid related, but that's not what I was talking about, really. I'm talking about the time I've spent recently, playing with them, feeding them, talking to them, parenting them. Also time spent with my ladies that wasn't directly orgasm induction related.

I mean, we spent some of that time too, but again, while that was awesome, I think I enjoyed the rest of it just as much if not more. Yeah, freaking me out a little, too. Not unlike Anise and Felicia asking for their own rooms yesterday. So when Anise dropped that bomb, I did the only thing I could think of at the time, I stalled.

"Well, we'll want to make sure you've got furniture in your rooms, and that they're painted properly." I didn't say anything, but I'd also realized that despite having what I'd previously thought of as an excess of kid rooms, I didn't think we had enough in the hallway beyond the bedroom. Fortunately the kits accepted my stalling tactic. Unfortunately my brain totally lost track of the plot when Marie brought out chicken tendies and Fae grain waffles for dinner.

Honestly, I'm not sure if anybody but me and the Fae at the table got the Fae grain, but I am sure that I trust my Murder Mittens to know how much is a safe amount for everyone else if they did. At some point I think I need to ask her how she makes that sweet gravy, although now that I think about it, if it's too simple I might wind up disappointed or something. Was floating in the Bath before I remembered.

Pulled the ladies closer while Loki and Sigyn played with the kids, murmuring, "Anise asked about when the kits would be getting their own rooms." Siobhan had the same thought I did.

"Do we have enough rooms for each to have their own?" Marie just shrugged.

"Share." That put a bit of a booger look on my face, enough of one that I could feel it.

"That doesn't really seem fair to the kits." She shook her head.

"Want To." When we all stared at her, she got a thoughtful look, then said, "Lonely." This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. That surprised me.

"You think they'd be lonely if they had their own rooms?" Her shrug eloquently expressed how she assumed they would be.

"Well, that's convenient anyhow. If they want to. They're not exactly Maenads, y'know." She smiled at that.

"Your Daughters." Before I could even process that, Saffron chuckled.

"You really did settle down and seem a lot less scattered once we moved in together, love." After a brief pause while I kept reeling, she nodded.

"Some people are better off with companionship." They let me stew in that while they talked about likely roommates, not to mention whether one of the older girls would want one of the kits to join them. Eventually I got my head out of my ass and pulled them all into a hug.

"Thanks for not leaving me alone, ladies." They all returned the hug, and it surprised me a little when Murder Mittens was the one to pull me around to look at her and say, "Don't Hide." That shook me a little, but not in any kind of bad way. By the time I got my bearings again the girls were helping each other dry off, and I hugged the ladies once more before saying, "okay. I won't."

Dreamt of the ladies weaving my finer tentacles into a kind of raft, then waiting impatiently until I realized they wanted it to sink under their weight. When I obliged, they sort of leaked out into the Maw like the world's biggest bath bomb, or maybe one of those fancy 'soup bricks' where you add boiling water and get soup. Honestly I think the weirdest thing, at least in terms of 'does not make sense', is how the flavors of my ladies don't clash even when they should.

In the morning, Saffron looked at me and said, "why don't you spend the day with Felicia?"

"Kinda did yesterday." Before she could frown, I smiled and said, "it's okay, I get it, I think. If Anise got a day, Felicia will definitely want one."

"Exactly so. Perhaps you could sound them out about the roommate thing?"

"Sounds good. Have fun at work." She kissed me, then stepped away to Alliance HQ. So I spent another day with Anise and Felicia, although I suppose I should say Felicia and Anise, even if things not being in alphabetical order makes me squirm a little. Not a lot, but still. At any rate, we wound up going out and building a big assed snowman in the Courtyard, which took most of the morning.

Also, when I say 'big assed snowman', I'm not talking about 'oh, look, it's three feet tall', or even 'oh, wow, that's as big as a real human'. Nah, I've got tentacles and a complete immunity to frostbite. That big pudgy snow fucker wound up being bigger than Big Willy Johnson. Probably as big as Dad's real body. The kits dubbed him 'Leroy' for some odd reason, then proceeded to recruit the rest of their sisters to pelt him with snowballs, rocks, whatever came to hand.

No idea why, but they didn't seem angry about it or anything so much as, I dunno, working out normal little kid aggression. Wait. Fuck. Are kids not normally aggressive? I sure as fuck was. Just shows they're my kids, I guess. At any rate, in the afternoon we all went up to the Bath to warm up, because playing in the snow all morning wound up with some of the kids getting cold despite having decent cold weather gear and, for some of them, actual fur.

Once I got them all rinsed off and into the Bath proper, I called out to them.

"Girls? C'mere a second?" They all looked up from where they'd been socializing over in what by now I realized everybody thought of as the 'girl's area' of the Bath, then floated, swam, and walked over. When they'd all gotten into easy conversational distance, Maze popped up from underwater and said, "what did you need, Papa?" I smiled at her, then ran my gaze over the rest of the girls.

I wound up kinda stunned by the fact that I had so many of them, and all focused on me and listening, when for the better part of the day they'd been an absolute madhouse of random snow kid bullshit. I maybe chuckled, then said, "Anise asked me about something yesterday, and I wanted to talk to you about it." I looked at Anise, but she seemed half mystified, like she hadn't remembered the question. Definitely my kid.

"The kits are big enough now that they're gonna want their own spaces. Thing is, there are only so many rooms in the back hallway; I was thinking maybe Mom would have us build some more behind the Bore, or let some of you take some of the guess rooms, but Marie had another suggestion. But it's one that you'd have to agree to, and I didn't want you to feel pressured like you might if all of us were here talking to you about it." I waited, but the kids didn't respond.

Not until Ria tilted her head and said, "what was Mawa's suggestion?" I didn't facepalm, but it was a near thing, mostly averted by how cute I thought it was that so many of the girls used Menace's nickname for Marie.

"If you want to, some of you could share." Before any of them could throw a fit about that, I said, "now, I'm not gonna force anybody to do so. Your rooms are yours. It doesn't have to be just the kits, either. If one of the older girls wants to share with one of them, that's fine too. But you both have to agree to it, because having a roommate like that can maybe produce some friction." At that point Anise kinda derailed me by raising her hand.

When I nodded to her, she proved Marie's point by saying, "I remember now, but I wasn't talking about everyone, I was asking about when Felicia and I could have our own room." Yeah, apparently I don't understand kids any better than I do women.