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"Well, Alyssa is a very nice girl." You protest, slowly rising.
"I don't recognize that ring." Frank says, eyes homing in on your hand.
"..... I guess you wouldn't." You admit.
"You did not have that ring before." Frank points out. "Johnny, that looks like a wedding ring from here. And now I look, I think the half-girl-"
"Alyssa." you interrupt.
"Alyssa, fine, I think she's in a wedding dress. Johnny. Please tell me you didn't marry one of the dead chicks while I was asleep." Frank says, in a sort of pained tone.
".... There was no wedding ceremony, no. Nothing official like that." You say slowly.
"It's a yes or no question, Johnny."
".... I'm not sure?" You say, frowning. "I don't think it counts..."
"It doesn't count." Alyssa says, sadly.
"Well, that's a relief, anyway. You're just wearing the ring for, what, kicks then?"
"She asked." You say, shrugging.
.... Frank looks like he's half ready to tell you to take it off, then just makes a soft noise and rubs at his temples again.
"In any case." You continue. "The maid? That was a total accident."
"An accident." Frank repeats.
"Yes."
"So... like, your dick just... it accidentally slipped. And then sort of fell. By accident. Inside of the corpse. Where you accidentally forgot to take it back out until you'd finished." Frank says, voice tinted with flat sarcasm.
".... That's not quite how it happened." You protest, weakly.
"You know, I don't care. Fine, Alyssa is a nice dead chick, and you only accidentally fucked the maid. Whatever. I'm just saying here, Johnny boy... people will freak about this. I mean, you could set up flyers that have free pictures of you balls-deep in one of the girls, advertising private showings, and you'll just get complaints about public lewdity and maybe a citation and fine, same as if you put normal porn up. People hear about you boning corpses? They will be weirded the fuck out. Johnny, I'm freaked by this, a little. I mean, you can't just see if one of them is in the mood? I'm pretty sure Alice, at least, would be more than happy to help you out, there."
"I still intend to-" You say, before realizing what you are saying, and admitting to, and cutting yourself off.
"Oh... with Alice? Oh, good." Frank says, actually seeming relieved to put this news together. "That's a nice, normal perversion, that a guy can appreciate his best buddy having, Johnny. Sure, your mom'll flip her shit if she finds out, but it's not like we'll be telling her. I'm fine with that, as long as you try to let me know to be out, or at least keep it down if I'm in the next room."
"That is, uh...."
"And like I said, not so many people really care about stuff like that. It happens. At the very least, kids experiment, and it is not that hard to find a nice one that'll do you a little favor somewhere out of sight for a bit of cheap candy." He rambles.
"Look, I get it, Frank. And you know this for a fact, do you?"
"Well... yeah." He says, blankly. "I mean, you know how it is, puberty, you really have no idea how to deal with girls yet, but-"
"I don't need the whole story." You interrupt.
".... Anyway, it's not really my thing. But it's not like there's anything weird about that. Like dead people."
"Okay, look. Just sit back. I'll tell you the whole story, from the beginning... just a second."
Why is the maid in your bed, again? Aside from the soft, pillowing and comfortable sensation of having her pressed up against your back while you cuddled Alyssa. You can't think of a reason for her to still be there. You send her back to her corner.
"Oh yeah. Cold, dead flesh. That's exactly what I want to put my dick in." Frank snarks.
"Uniform on." You specify. "Uniform, I don't know why you took it off in the first place, I didn't tell you to... Anyway. This is what happened."
Frank listens carefully as you explain everything that happened, frowning a little.
".... and so, you see. All of this is the Demon Queens fault." You finish.
"Yeah, I definitely see how she made you stick it in the dead girls." Frank says in response.
"Well, the whole situation, you know?"
"No, not really. I don't think you actually had to put it in either of them." He points out.
"What, you think I should have just... ripped her eye out without so much as a please or thank you?" You counter.
"That... it's a possibility." He says, sounding a little uncertain now. "I mean... you probably didn't really have to thank her with your dick, you know."
"And what was I supposed to do, just leave her there?" You continue.
Frank snaps his fingers.
"... That's what you could have done. Just brought her along, and you wouldn't even have had to put it in at all! You could have done that. .... He could have done that, right?" Frank asks, aside.
".... I can't say I'm... unhappy with how things turned out." Alyssa says. "... But, um... I asked for that because... i didn't think he would want to take me along, yes?"
"You see!" He says, triumphant.
"And how would she have felt if I said, 'no, I don't want to do that, but I'll let you tag along', huh? Leaving aside that I was happy to, and you're a lovely lady, how would that have made you feel Alyssa? You'd have been sad about being spurned, right? It would have made you sad?"
"Um..."
"You see, Frank, you cad!" You say, counterpoint illustrated.
"Whether or not you were happy to stick it in a cold, dead, probably slimy orifice, just because its owner batted her eyes and asked sweetly, and how much you enjoyed it, is not the point here. I'm just saying you didn't have to." Frank argues. ".... Look, let's just drop this... whole subject."
"Please." Alyssa adds, looking between the two of you.
"... Fine. Anyway, my temper's a little short. I got back really late, and I had to get up four times to deal with births and delivery, so I'm a bit grumpy. Summary: You don't like the new roommates, would rather I focus on lowering Alice's Need if I get an urge."
"That's about it." Frank agrees. "She's happy to, you have your fun, she stays sane to do the cafe thing like we planned on, everyone's happy."
"Good, fine, discussion is now dropped." You say. "On to other things: apartment is getting a little cramped."
".... Yeah, I guess so. Still space, though, and before you say it I am looking for buyers. Doing what I can, though you'll have to keep in mind we almost definitely won't be getting anything close to factory price on some of them. Couldn't go out last night of course, with you doing the game thing."
"Yes, I know. How many more do you think we can fit?" You say, thoughtfully. "Maybe... two more big litters, four or five if they're all small?"
"I'd guess something like two big litters, yeah... if they're small, though, I'm thinking something closer to seven or eight. We're probably thinking different things when we say 'small'."
"So... Yeah, about twenty or so more, I guess, then we'll have to make more room before we can breed others." You agree.
"Sounds right. And I am working on that." Frank says, stretching and making his way out of the bedroom.
You sigh, then glance at the maid.
"... I meant to ask this before. Do you remember if... she had a name, or something? Can't really just keep calling her 'maid'."
"I don't recall Him ever addressing her as anything but 'Maid'." Alyssa replies. "I... am not sure when she became like she is now, to be honest. It may have been before I wed him. He was good at keeping his privacies."
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