Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

“You did really well with the text domination thing earlier, Master,” Darkstar said as they entered their bedroom, before she turned and kissed his lips, “It was fun obeying you and you weren't even there!”

“A not so secret, secret, but I did give momma a heads up what I was doing,” Slate grinned, “She said she would try to get you to be naughty. Then, I did like the poems too,” he kissed her, “You looked happy on the couch when I came in, but that 'I'm going to lay down' text from you worried me.”

“I kinda guessed you clued momma in,” Darkstar giggled as she sat on the bed, “When she ate her pudding like she was making love to it.” Then, with Slate giving her a ‘look’, she remembered what they came upstairs to do. She walked to the bathroom and got the hot water running before she started to undress Slate. “This afternoon has been hard; I’m not going to lie.”

“It wouldn't be the pregnancy test, or momma's teasing,” Slate pondered the reasons for his lover’s mood swings in his head while she was undressing him, and one option came to mind, “You called Bright, didn't you?”

“No, I called Moonbeak,” Darkstar replied, tugging Slate’s flannel work shirt off and unbuckling his belt, “Because mom asked me to. Before the pregnancy test, Friendly called me, and I spoke to Shining Star.” Folding his shirt, she sighed, “Snowman told me Bright tried to get mom out of the hospital four weeks ago, and he met Steel for the first time.”

Knowing the full implication of that, Slate muttered, “Damn. Wait,” he moved forward and wrapped his big strong arms around her slender delicate frame, “You talked with Shining?”

“Yeah,” before Darkstar returned the hug, she lowered his grass stained jeans, “And yes!” she exclaimed, her eyes watering, “She was there, not for long, but she was there.”

“What matters, is your mother knows she is going to be a grandmother,” Slate said softly but firmly, making sure it sank in, “It’s the best news you could have given her.”

Darkstar nodded in agreement, “Yeah, she was really thrilled. I hope you don't mind, I said Sunday we'd take a picnic up, if she's lucid enough.”

“She is going to be my momma in law,” Slate affectionately stroked her long grey hair before casting his eyes downwards in an unspoken question, “I'm always good for that.”

Slate’s eyes told Darkstar she was tarrying in his undressing. Kneeling before him, she removed his boots and then his socks, placing a reverent kiss on both her Master’s feet before peeling his boxer shorts down. “Course, it all depends what frame of mind she's in on Sunday.”

“Moonie tell you that your brother still isn't over it?”

“Yes, he did,” still on her knees, Darkstar placed a kiss at the root of Slate’s flaccid cock, then she rested her ass on her ankles, “Bright blames me for having our mother committed. He wanted to care for her, something to do with being abandoned by a second parent. Doesn't matter to him that she almost killed me…”

“And I'm glad she failed, but...” Slate sighed, “I'll not sink down to the blame game. Maybe me and Moonie just need to pound some sense into him?”

“What would that achieve other than making Bright dig his high heels in?” Darkstar’s sigh came from the depths of her soul, “Moonie said Steel gave him nightmares. Hopefully, that'll bring him around.”

“You're right and I wouldn't beat up your brother,” Slate grinned broadly, “He is a cop. Let's hope that Moonie can bring him around. I would like for him to be at our wedding.”

“I did ask, Master,” replied Darkstar as she led him by the hands into the shower now that it was up to temperature, “Moonie said to send him the invites and they'd be there. Worst case, Bright will wear a gag that matches his dress.”

As the hot water hit his chest, Slate lost it in laughter that filled the bathroom, “Now, I'd pay to see that!”

“But yeah,” Darkstar’s eyes flickered all around the shower, she was a little tense, but the hot water was doing wonders to relax her, “It affected me, I know you know, but momma gave me hugs on the couch.”

“Maybe you can get some other momma hugs at the picnic?”

“Maybe,” agreed Darkstar reluctantly, “I'm not getting my hopes up on that, though, just in case,” she put her mother out of her mind right then, because she was at eye level with Slate’s impressive manhood. “Mmmm,” she couldn’t help but give it and his balls a stroke with her hands, “I missed you today.”

“Your texts and your pics kept me from missing you too much,” Slate smiled, then he hissed in a breath when he felt his fiancé’s lips seal themselves around his heavy balls, “I love you!”

After a few moments, Darkstar removed Slate’s wet balls from her mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of her tongue. Knowing how much he liked a sloppy blowjob; she drenched his lap with her saliva. Starting at the root, she worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right up under the head. There, she gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.

With practised ease, Darkstar finally put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his nuts with her hand, she slowly lowered herself over his entire organ, getting it deep inside her mouth.

Darkstar slowly bobbed her head up and down into his lap, getting her soft delicate hands around him and squeezing his butt. She could hear his breathing getting heavier the more she worked his shaft into her throat. From the noises he was making, she knew he was deeply enjoying the attention he was getting that afternoon in the shower.

Slate began to buck his hips back and forth, quickly getting into a rhythm with his pet as she stroked the root of his cock with her hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling her tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, she drove him mad with desire.

The terracotta zebra was dripping shower water over her, she could feel it on his thighs, splashing against her face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as she became more firm with her sucking, especially when she drooled and slobbered all over his lap, determined to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

Just how he liked it.

"D-Da-Darkie, oh, feels good..." he moaned, his strong hands gripping her wet grey hair at the back of her head to encourage her in her work. As if she needed encouraging.

"Mmm...oh...Mmppphh...UM!" she moaned, unable to really say anything verbal with her mouth and throat filled up. Darkstar swished his cock inside her cheeks, getting it as deep into her throat as she possibly could while breathing through her nose. A nose that was scrunched up against his belly as she buried her face into his lap.

That was her favourite bit, and she moved a hand to her throat where she not only felt her collar but the bulge in her oesophagus that was his meaty cock.

Slate's groans were getting louder and his breathing more desperate. Darkstar firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from her mouth as she fondled his heavy balls. She noted his balls begin to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent. She intended to milk him dry, and so she sucked and licked him lovingly, all the time caressing his balls in her hand.

"D-Darkie...I'm gonna come soon, I can't hold it much longer..." Slate groaned as he placed a hand on the tiled wall to support himself.

She didn't answer him verbally; Darkstar just sucked him faster and made moaning noises as she prepared to finish him off. The teenager’s pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his organ; she made loud slurping and sucking sounds with her mouth.

She knew he really liked that.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing; she could feel it shaking. She visualized the hot white come loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard. "OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" he moaned loudly, just as the contractions began, and his erection flexed. Darkstar focused the muscles of her mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening her grip around his nuts.

She felt the pre-cum that she had been tasting all throughout the blowjob start to drip out even more. Then the explosion came.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down Darkstar’s throat. The experienced teenager was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled her cheeks. His own cum mixed with her saliva as she licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down.

Through his ejaculation, she struggled to breathe through her nose, which was buried in his pubic hair, as she finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with her hands. Just when she thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down her throat.

Darkstar expertly kept his rock hard erection in her mouth after the main part of the orgasm had ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended, and she wanted it all.

Once she was done with his cock and he was done emptying his pent up balls directly into her stomach, the Master and pet got busy with the actual job of cleaning each other. Fifteen minutes later, thanks to how hands on they both were, they were more than ready for round two. “The other day,” Slate grinned as he shut off the water, “You suggested we do something at the gazebo.”

“I did!” Darkstar wiped her wet hair out of her eyes, “I believe I suggested that you bent me over the rail and took me in the ass, Master.”

“Pet, dry yourself off and then join me in the bedroom with the lube.”

“Yes Master!” as soon as she was out of the bath tub, Darkstar quickly dried herself off with a towel, then she skipped from the bathroom to the bedroom. Getting out of the shower, Slate took his time to get himself dry, allowing his pet to get ready in the bedroom. “One strawberry flavoured lube Master, as requested.” She held it ready when he walked in and joined her.

Taking the lube from her, Slate pointed to the foot of the bed. “Grab hold of the footboard, pet, because you're going for a ride.”

“Yes Master,” with a little apprehension, Darkstar turned and she bent over, gripping the thick wood firmly in her hands. In position, she decided to add a thoroughly unnecessary teasing wiggle of her bubble butt.

Darkstar heard the click of the lube, she gasped aloud as she felt the chill of the gooey substance against her sphincter muscle, spread and smeared around by her Master’s skilled fingers. When one of those fingers started to apply pressure to her ass, the teenager took a deep breath. One firm shove and the invading digit was inside.

Taking slow, steadying breathes, Darkstar felt Slate’s finger slide back and forth, slowly spreading the lube inside her anal cavity. There was a – by now familiar, albeit minor - discomfort but it soon passed. She groaned as the zebra worked in a second finger and then a third, trying to ignore the slight sting from her asshole as the fingers worked to stretch her out.

Behind her, face full of a devious smirk, Slate pressed the end of the tube up to Darkstar’s slightly gaping hole and without warning he squeezed a massive amount of the gel into her still stretched passage. The chill sent a shiver up her back as she settled down, panting a bit at the unexpected act. He did love the way she squeaked. “Well done, my pet,” Slate said softly as he replaced the bottle with the tip of his hard cock.

“Thank you, Master,” Darkstar tightened her grip on the footboard and braced herself, relaxing her body, she signalled that she was ready. Suddenly, Slate thrust his hips forwards and he began to sink himself inside her rear. Screaming out in pleasure, Slate grunted in effort as he gave short thrusts to drive his shaft ever deeper.

Darkstar felt a firm grip on her hips as her Master pulled her back onto him. She groaned out, feeling him steadily sink deeper until, a few minutes later, she felt him bottom out and fill her up completely. Breathing heavily, Darkstar felt the initial discomfort of his entry ebbing into blissful feeling of being full. She gave a contented sigh, her ass quickly adjusting to the zebra’s girth.

Groaning in sheer pleasure, Darkstar could feel her Master sliding his cock back and forth in long, hard firm thrusts as he resisted the urge to just have at her. Darkstar though, wasn’t satisfied with that. “Master, please, fuck me!”

Permission given; Slate squirted on a liberal second helping of the lube before he tossed the tube on the bed and picked up his pace. They moaned together as he pulled out over half way and then forcefully he shoved back forward with enough strength to scoot her forwards almost face first into the duvet. The teenager squealed out in pleasure, her body wrapping tighter around the invading shaft.

Soon, the zebra took up a steady pace as he began to pound into his pet’s stretched asshole. A full day at work, teased by her texts, meant that in spite of the sloppy blowjob, Slate had a head of pent up lust, urges that he didn’t care to hold back any further. He gripped her hips roughly, panting as he slammed his hips forward. Darkstar, in turn, moaned out as the sensations her body had been craving all day flooded her mind.

It was contact, togetherness, and pure lust-fuelled bliss. Darkstar’s ass throbbed around the pistoning shaft, milking him as best she could. Suddenly, she felt Slate’s cock start to throb and pulse. His balls began to contract, and sensing he was close, he slammed with force against her ring.

Darkstar screamed out as he pulled back and did it again. And again. And again. Slate slammed his hips forwards one last time and, with a loud pleasured grunt at that final shove, he emptied his balls deep into her anal cavity. Darkstar cried out, letting go of the footboard as her scream filled the bathroom. She gave a sob, her ass throbbing as she felt her Master’s cock spurt load after load of cum into her.

No longer holding the wood in her hands, Darkstar slumped over and down face first onto the bed while Slate remained inside her. She knew he liked to let nature soften him to remove himself from her. In that time though, she was happy with the feeling of her ass being creampied.

Behind her, Slate held tight onto Darkstar’s waist so that she didn't fall all the way to the floor and, starting to soften, he slowly pulled out of her. “Shower part two when you're ready, pet.”

“In...in a moment...wow...Slate!”

Feeling like he had won all the lotteries, Slate looked down Darkstar’s gaping cum filled ass and then at his slimy messy shaft, the latter with a pang of regret. “I should have remembered the enema, but I can live with this. I love you, Darkie.”

After another, this time a brief, shower, Slate made sure that his pet was thoroughly dry before he dried himself. “I will let you choose two items of clothing to wear to dinner.”

“Uuuuum...” Darkstar did put some thought into it, “I think I’ll wear my pink micro skirt and that super tiny tight top I know you like.”

“Done,” Slate grinned, because the top in question was more of a sport’s bra than a top, “I thought you'd pick out two socks, but it’s too late now. Go get dressed.”

While Slate put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, Darkstar skipped to her closet. “I want to make Rocky have to really concentrate at dinner!” when they were both dressed, they went downstairs together hand in hand. They were greeted by Rockslide and Sea Salt both holding score cards. Sea Salt’s said ‘10/10’ and Rockslide’s ‘#$&^#^%’.

Immediately, Darkstar took a low bow to her audience, “Thank you, thank you! I’m here all week, and I'm open for requests!”

“From me,” Slate suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at his suddenly pouting sister.

“Aww, Master, you made her pout!” Darkstar giggled and she skipped to the kitchen wearing what was essentially an extremely lewd cheerleader outfit. Since Rockslide was setting the table, Sea Salt directed the teenager to take the plates of food from the worktops to the table.

Today, the afternoon meal was a delicious looking pot roast, complete with glazed carrots, potatoes, and a thick beef gravy, as well as crusty bread rolls. Unlike the other recent days, this time Darkstar had the joy of feeding herself. She snickered to the others sat at the table, “I was beginning to think I'd forget how to do this!”

Once the meal was over, Sea Salt asked Darkstar to get the Amarula Cheesecake from the refrigerator for their dessert, and she was only too happy to oblige. She was a very happy Darkie indeed as she came back with the yummy dessert. Like a hawk, Rockslide watched her every move. “Don't you ever lose that one, Slate.”

“Pfft,” Darkstar snorted as she set the cheesecake on the table, “Like I'd get lost, I know my way home.”

“That’s good then,” Rockslide snickered while her mother cut the cheesecake into eight slices and served them one each into a bowl, “When he gets lost you can bring him home and keep him.”

“I can keep him?” Darkstar playfully ruffled Slate’s hair, “Excellent!”

“No refunds,” snorted Sea Salt.

Under the avalanche of relentless teasing, Slate rolled his eyes up to the moon for guidance, “I love all of you, too.”

“Oh you know I'm only teasing, you big silly,” as a peace offering though, Darkstar lifted up her loaded spoon to Slate, who gladly accepted the offering, making her giggle in delight, “I think I'm forgiven!”

When their bowls were empty and the dishwasher loaded, the four made their way back into the living room to relax. Slate was on his spot on the couch between Rockslide and Darkstar, while Sea Salt placed a Zebran LP on the gramophone before sitting in her chair. “No TV tonight,” she declared after a few minutes, “I think dancing instead!”

Hearing that, Darkstar was only too eager to get up and dance. She wanted to show off the improvements her fiancé had made to his waltz. For the first round, mother and daughter danced together, and for the second they switched it up, Sea Salt danced with Slate and Darkstar partnered Rockslide.

After a water break, they changed up again, this time Sea Salt danced with Darkstar and Slate danced with his sister. She wasn’t so enthusiastic about that as she was about dancing with Darkstar. Three rounds later, Sea Salt was at last ready for bed, as were they all. Sharing a good night kiss and cuddle, they departed for their respective bedrooms, Darkstar was more than happy to put the day behind her.

~ ~ ~

The next few days passed in a blur of mundane routine for Darkstar. She would wake up after Slate had gone to work, check her phone for any orders from her Master, invariably there would be what she could have for breakfast, what she could wear and what she could do that day until he came home.

It was simple, ordered, structured routine, and Darkstar loved it. She craved it and she needed it. This particular day though, was not as routine as the others. This was the day she got her piercings! She had been so excited for this, especially when Rockslide came home early from her work to take her to the mall instead of Sea Salt.

The procedure had gone remarkably smoothly, and Darkstar had come away with her nipples and navel pierced with the temporary healing jewellery the store had provided and the three gold rings that would replace them.

When they had gotten home, Darkstar took a photo of her new piercings for Slate’s benefit, then lounged on the couch, while Rockslide locked herself in her room for the afternoon. The opening door at ten after five heralded Slate’s return, and as soon as he was in the living room, his eyes were laser focused on Darkstar’s bare chest. “How are you ladies today?” he asked.

“Hey sweetie!” Darkstar, who was naked but for the tiny pink panties and the collar she always wore, leant back and, up on her knees, she crossed her hands behind her head. “My,” she snickered, “What a 'piercing' gaze. Do you like?”

“I do!” Slate looked like the cat that had gotten all the cream as he moved forwards and it was only then that he noticed the panties. To be fair, his attention had been directed at her pierced B cup breasts. He couldn’t be expected to look at everything at once, could he? “They're beautiful. Um, is this a special occasion?”

Darkstar followed the zebra’s gaze down to her crotch and she got what he meant. “Only that you're special, and I thought you'd like something to unwrap when you came home, Master.”

“I can't argue that,” Slate helped himself to a long, hard lingering look between Darkstar’s legs before he finally addressed his mother, who was sat in her chair. “Did the appointment go okay, momma?”

Sea Salt didn’t bother pausing the TV, “I wouldn't know, son.”

“What?”

“I was busy.”

At that, Slate looked back to Darkstar, who was still maintaining her arms behind her head and legs spread pose on the couch, “Did you drive yourself?”

While she could drive perfectly well, Darkstar shook her head. She wasn’t really supposed to drive on her own. “No Master, Rocky took me. Juniper says hi, by the way.”

“Rocky?” Slate looked around and, like she had been summoned by the use of her name, Rockslide walked into the living room from the kitchen carrying a sandwich and wearing a pair of black lacy panties and nothing else.

It wasn’t often that Rockslide went naked in the house – she credited Darkstar with that – though today was something of an exception. Today, she was proudly showing off her large D cup breasts, because she was sporting jewellery like her sister on the couch. She saw where Slate was looking and a smirk crossed her lips, “You have a problem with that?”

“Ah, um…” Slate stammered, trying and failing to look somewhere that wasn’t ‘breasts’, “Ah no?”

Rockslide and Darkstar both laughed, and they shared a victorious high five, “He's so cute when he's flustered, right sis?”

In her chair, Sea Salt smiled and clapped her hands, “Well worth the price of admission!”

Good naturedly, Slate rolled his eyes, he was well used to this level of teasing by now. “I love all of you, too.”

“And we love you, sweetie!” Darkstar blew Slate a kiss, which he made a show of catching in his hand, “You like the pose?”

“I do,” Slate placed the blown kiss in the pocket of his jeans, “Am I unwrapping both of you, today?”

Rockslide shot Slate a withering look that would have reduced a lesser zebra to a pile of ashes, “Dream on, little brother,” she kept up the look even as she moved to sit on the couch.

Darkstar giggled, “Looks like you're left with me, Master.”

“I can live with that,” Slate then sat down next to Darkstar so he could get a better look, and he even leant over to get a better look at his sister’s piercings before leaning back. “Painful?”

“Only a little,” Darkstar flinched slightly at the memory, because she hated pain in any way, “I was exceptionally brave. Juniper even gave me a 'brave girl' sticker!” the teenager turned on her knees with her hands still on her head and she showed of her ass, where she had put the sticker. “See? I’m brave!”

Smirking, Slate lowered his head and he kissed the sticker. Then, he turned Darkstar around so he could kiss her too. “Maybe you’d like some after care nipple treatment?”

“Mmmmm, I'd love some, Master!” still with the smirk, Slate slid off the couch and, taking Darkstar's hand in his, he led her upstairs.

Once they were gone, and Rockslide was sat alone with her mother, the blue zebra let out a long, deep sigh, “I don't know, momma.”

“Don’t know what?”

“When I walked in wearing just this, my little brother went from half-mast to full mast, and I can’t call him ‘little’ anymore.” Rockslide’s gut was a mass of knots and it was most unpleasant, “I'm not sure what to think about that.”

“Don't worry about it, child,” Sea Salt said wisely as she turned her attention back to her TV, “If you can do that to a man, you can do that to a woman.” Accepting her mother’s wisdom, Rockslide just nodded and watched what her mother was watching.

~ ~ ~

The last week of August saw Darkstar turn three months pregnant. With this milestone, she now sported a modest but clearly obvious baby bump, a bump that was accentuated by the tight stretchy pink leggings and the incredibly small crop top she wore to show herself off.

It also saw Darkstar and Slate back at the college clinic for their baby scan appointment. They were met at the door to the same room that Darkstar and Sea Salt had gone in weeks before by Nurse Red Lace. “Hello Darkstar, Slate,” she beamed, “I’ve got the pap report from Doctor Lifeline and all is good in that department.” The nurse motioned to the woman sat next to her, “This is Specialist Windchime, and she will be doing the sonogram. Any questions?”

Slate shook his head, and likewise Darkstar did the same. “No, I'm good,” she saw the ultrasound apparatus and found it a little intimidating, “You gonna use that thing to look inside me, right?”

“From the outside, yes,” said Windchime, who was easily the older of the two medical professionals, by the white streaking her hair, “Come on in and lay down on the table, please, Darkstar. And you can stand there, Slate. The monitor will show you what I see.”

As she got on the examination table, Darkstar was glad she had chosen her pink leggings. With no underwear at all, the micro skirt would have been a step too far. If Windchime noticed the lack of under garments, she gave no sign of it. She squeezed some gel in her hands and rubbed them together. “The rules state we should apply this icy cold, but I'll bend them a little bit. It will still be cold, though.”

True to her word, the gel was cold when Windchime rubbed it onto Darkstar's rounded tummy. With practised ease, she placed the wand on the teenager’s belly and she flipped a switch. On the screen, a black area appeared. “Now to see where the bean is hiding!”

“Oh wow,” Darkstar was totally focused on the screen, “Look at that...that's inside me right now?”

“Yes,” Windchime nodded, “That would be your uterus.” She moved the wand around, pressing and angling it until they could hear a washing sound. “Close now. That is the heart beat, about one hundred seventy five per minute.”

“Slate, hand, please.” Darkstar held her hand out the very second she heard the heartbeat on the screen. Thankfully, Slate was there to quickly take hold of her hand, even though he was as focused on the screen as she was.

After another twenty seconds, Windchime paused, holding the wand in place, “And there is...hmmm…”

On the screen, Darkstar could see an oddly shaped white blotch standing out against the black. If she was to guess with no context, she’d say whatever it was, it was about to attack the Enterprise. “By the moon...is that...our baby?”

“Yes, that is your baby,” Windchime wore a frown of concentration on her lined face, “But I need to get it into focus. I'm going to be pushing, let me know if it becomes too painful.

Darkstar thought she was ready when Windchime moved the wand. She only moved it a little, but she did push in quite hard. “HHHHMMF...” she grunted, “Okay, easy doc.”

“Almost got it…” Windchime said, staring at the screen as she manipulated the wand around Darkstar’s belly. Then, seemingly satisfied, she pulled it away and turned the machine off. Finally, she wiped away the gel and placed some notes in Darkstar’s folder. “Okay,” she turned to the young couple, “I can play that back and point out a few things.”

“Is anything wrong?” naturally, Darkstar’s mind wandered along the most devastating path, one that no amount of Slate squeezing her hand could pull her from, “What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong! I want to know!”

Having seen and heard it all before, Windchime smiled and laughed a cute little laugh, “Nothing’s wrong, but I do have a question. Do twins run in either family?”

Unprepared for that, Slate shook his head. “Um, no,” Darkstar’s brain, temporarily derailed by the sudden question, continued, “We both have older siblings, why?”

Turning back to the screen, Windchime switched it back on and moved it so it was near the end. “Here is a picture of your babies. I thought I detected an echo in the heartbeat,” she explained, “The really fine white lines is what is separating them, but they are in the same sac. So, they are low risk identical twins. As you can see, I can't tell the sex just yet.”

“What?” Darkstar’s yellow eyes were wide as dinner plates. “Babies. As in plural. As in, more than one.”

“Which is why I needed to dig around,” carried on Windchime, “I wanted to be sure it was only two. Since they are low risk, we will stay with the next sonogram at twenty weeks.”

“Why are you saying low risk?” asked Slate curiously.

“If that white line wasn't there it would be high risk,” Windchime pointed to the line on the screen, “Imagine tumbling around in a barrel, then think if there were two people in the barrel.” When she was confronted by two blank stares, Windchime continued, “By yourself you can brace yourself in the barrel. With two it is constant collisions. Like this,” again she pointed at the line, “They can't bump into each other.”

Red Lace spoke up, “I can print a picture for you to take with you, and I’ll email it so you can print more or send a soft copy to others.”

“We'd love a picture, thanks nurse,” Darkstar felt like she was running on autopilot, “I know momma and Rocky would love to see. So...we're having twins!”

“You are,” confirmed Windchime with a closing sense of finality, “And since they are identical, they will be the same sex and only time will separate their personalities.”

“Two.” If Darkstar was on autopilot before, hearing that sent her airship into a terminal nosedive. “Oh my, we're having two!” she fretted as Windchime handed Red Lace her folder, “Slate...we’re having twins!”

Red Lace took a look at the notes she had been passed and asked, “MC/DA?” when Windchime nodded, she said, “This doesn't really change anything. Twins. Nice. Did you pick up the prenatal vitamins?”

When Darkstar didn’t answer right away, Slate spoke for her, “She did and she is taking them.”

“Wh-What?” asked Darkstar, who was still reeling from the revelation she was going to have twins, “Oh, um, yes, we did, vitamins. Take them.”

“Carry on as for a normal pregnancy,” said Red Lace reassuringly, “At week thirty five we will talk with the doctor to see if an early eviction is needed, but plan to carry for the full forty weeks. For now though, the picture is clear, so all looks good. See you again in eleven weeks!”

On the table, Darkstar nodded her head but she wasn’t really listening to what the nurse was saying. Her mind was wandering full tilt along a couple of very unpleasant paths. Slate helped her off onto her feet, and she was still elsewhere. “Thank you, Windchime, Red Lace,” Slate steered them both to the exit, “We’ll see you then.”

Slate took control of the scan picture, something that Darkstar was only too happy for him to do. Out in the hall, she walked a few steps in a complete daze from the room before she came to a halt. “Now we need to think of four names,” Slate smiled, standing by her side.

“Four?” squeaked Darkstar in alarm, “I haven't thought of two yet!”

Slate though just grinned from ear to ear, “Never fear, I’m sure momma will force a book on us.”

“Yeah, I'm sure she will…”

“Are you going to be okay tonight?” asked Slate tenderly, embracing his fiancé in a tight hug, “Classes start on Monday, so you don't have to spend the night in your dorm room.”

“Yeah, I uh, I don't think I should be alone right now, Slate.” Darkstar replied. Even though she had her dorm ready with most of her stuff already in there, she still didn’t know who her roommate was, and so she didn’t think it ‘safe’ to be alone, not after what she had just found out. “I'd rather stay with you tonight.”

Slate placed a kiss on Darkstar’s forehead, “Come on, let's go tell Rocky and momma the good news.”