Back in action

Wisteria came running into my room, missing the guilty look on Keiki’s face. “Lord Captain!” She ran to my side and hugged me, pressing me between her large breasts. She’d never let the crew see her treat me like this, but Keiki was barely human. We might as well have been alone. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Oh? Grown tired of leading the ship in my absence?”

She gasped and released me. “Bertha, you can’t believe i betrayed you.”

I huffed. “Well no one has told me what happened so it’s hard to say.”

“You collapsed upon Bertha’s justice, the new name of the ship you conquered. It wasn’t poison, or a psychic attack. Magnolia declared it a spiritual sickness and that we should let you fight it on your own.” She tears up. “And you won! You must know how happy I am to see you returned to us.”

“They were right to trust your strength and judgment. This is a good servant, sister.”

I grumbled, rolled my eyes, and reluctantly held my arms open for another hug.”

“Aww.” Keiki gushed as the elder seneschal hugged me tight.

“Now,” Wisteria held me at arm’s length. “let’s run one of your milk baths, hmmm? You smell.”

——-

“Ooooooh.” I sighed, sliding into the white warm bath.

My servants floated food over to me on trays, and I ate ravenously. Apparently your body misses food after six months.

“Such an absence is greatly worrisome. If the worse had to come to, that would've been the end of your dynasty! You need an heir, preferably one of your own blood. As such, you need to find a suitable man to get you pregnant!”

Dc: 30

Roll:18+12=30

Critical Success!

As this thought came to my mind there was a trembling that overtook the ship. I’d lived my whole onboard so I knew the sensation. The Gellar field had flickered and in its absence the ship was buffeted by the warp. Which could only mean we were traveling through it…

Damn that Wisteria plotting behind my back again. Where was she taking us?

I waited for an alarm. When the field flickers like that, the ship could be flooded with horrors or strange anomalies. But no alarm came.

The room held a long note of tension, I stood up in my bath, hand halfway to my bath gun. Then slowly the tension died. My heavily pregnant servants let out nervous exhales and went back to work tending my spring.

Their swollen bellies pressing against their uniforms gave me a sense of vertigo. Was there something wrong about that?

“Blessed mothers, producing more servants for the emperor.” Erotica whispered to me.

Ah yes.

My bath had always been attended to by the pregnant crew members. Even pregnant they still had a duty to the ship, me, and the imperium, but giving them easier duties was prudent. They were mishmash of officers, from across the ship. A regular exchange program. Each bloated, milky, and ready to burst.

I leaned back against the rim of my pool, and glanced to the golden statues perched above me. Two pregnant idols squatted over the side of the pool, squeezing their breasts to form an arching fountain of milk that fed my bath.

I could be like that.

Bertha’s Bath has become The Breeding Baths! Breeding based suggestions gain +10 points at this location.

“I already have a man in mind.” I said aloud, drifting in the milk.

“Ma’am?” An attendant at the edge of the pool looked to me.

“Just.., talking to myself.” I said, maybe for the first time realizing that people would think I was touched if I kept talking to the sister like this.

“Who’s the lucky lad?” The sister asked.

“Doctor Jennings.” I sighed.

The attendant stood to her feet. “Should I get him ma’am? Are you feeling ill?”

“Out of my sight cow!” I snarled pointing to the door.

She squawked and waddled away.

I looked at the other trembling breeders… attendants. “I want to vocalize my thoughts, you can either tune me out, or not, but if I hear whispers about what I’m saying, then this maternity ward will be transferred to the warp engine, understood?”

“Yes lord captain!” They whimpered, bowing in submission.

“Well handled.” Erotica cooed. “The doctor eh? You two didn’t seem to get along.”

“There’s tension…” I eyed my attendants, who dutifully ignored me.

“What tension?”

“His wife.”

“Ah.” I could almost feel Erotica smile in my mind. “We should do something about that.”

——-

“Lord Captain!” Magnolia beamed as I joined her in the chapel.

“The love of the Emperor is strong is this blessed place!” Erotica said, now just a whisper in my mind.

“It’s good to see you sister.” I kneeled before her. “Bless me in my struggles. I feel so betrayed.” I was dressed back in my familiar cow print robes, the short cut riding up my thighs. I had no fear of flashing the priests. My little urge to forgo my underwear had faded, as easily as it came.

She ran her aquilla over me and prayed. “I prayed for you ever day my child. We did not abandon you, we only moved to secure your dynasty.”

“You named a ship after me! Like I was dead!”

“Yes.” She bowed her head. “You very well could have been.”

“You seem to be the only one who understands what happened to me.”

She nodded, and brought me to a shine. Built from the bones of 212 sisters from ages past. She lit incense stored in the eyeholes of a skull. “You’re being tested.” She confirmed what I already knew. “Your destiny is great so the challenges you face are also great.”

“So what is it? What’s wrong with me?”

“I don’t know.” She said softly. “I only know you were under attack, and that you prevailed!”

“A saint came to me.” I whispered, just as Erotica had.

This surprised the old priest.

“Yes.” I nodded. “Sister Erotica. Do you know her? Is she of our order?”

“I do not know that name.” She said slowly looking over. “But I can see the zeal in your eyes. No one person can account for all the holy names in the Emperor’s book. You truly had a vision?”

“More than a vision, she speaks to me. She came to me while I slept and triumphed over the evil assailing me.”

“Blessed be!” Magnolia gasped. “Do you hear her now?”

“Her loyalty will serve you well sister. She must learn your new doctrine. Teach her to worship your body, so she may teach others.”

Her voice was a pale whisper.

Dc:80

Roll: 2+12+12-20=6

New doctrine? What new doctrine? My doctrine was my mother’s the one that lead her to glory and power.

New doctrine…

This disturbed me, more than I can describe.

I couldn’t meet Magnolia’s eyes.

“No I can’t.” I lied.

She nodded, even more slowly. “I see.”

“Don’t think me insane, please!”

“I don’t think you’re insane, but strange works are afoot on The Garden.” She said calmly. “I will have to keep a close eye on you until we can confirm the righteousness of this holy voice.”

I gasped. “You think…”

“I’m only being cautious, but you were locked in spiritual battle for six months. It’s possible this saint is the enemy wearing a friendly face to deceive you.”

Sister erotica roar and outrage into my mind. Then coldly added. “Kill this heretic.”

Dc100

Roll:69(nice)+12+13-20=74

Failure!

I gulped, and gave Magnolia a small and slow nod of my own. “Yes Sister, I think that might be a good idea.”

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What are we going to do about this wife guys? Bertha has the need to breed!