Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, this is bad, this is so fucking bad…” Gina paced around the room, practically tearing her hair out.

Stained in semen and on shaky legs, the punk girl was surprisingly energized for someone who had nearly passed out a couple times from repeated orgasms.

Nick was actually a little surprised- but he understood why she was freaking out so much.

“Come on, Gina, it’s going to be fine,” he said. His raspy voice, strained from grunting, wasn’t exactly presenting an air of comfort and relief, though.

Gina turned on him and stared for a while, vacant-eyed and frustrated.

Then she sharply shook her head.

“What if it’s not going to be fine!?” She demanded, her panicked tone sounding frantic and petulant. “I’m not Mary, okay!? I’m not ready for a- for that!”

Nick winced. But he couldn’t really disagree.

“This was always going to happen,” he muttered softly so Gina couldn’t hear, slumping back against the frame of his bed. Unlike his partner, he didn’t have the energy to be up and running after such intense sex, even with the supercharge of adrenaline from how the event… climaxed.

He couldn’t help but beat himself up for his own stupidity. He’d been getting reckless with his sexual interactions, and this was the predictable end result. He should have seen this coming- Dawn had practically slapped him in the face with the risks he was taking having unprotected sex. And maybe if he’d spent more time talking with her, then-

No, this isn’t Dawn’s fault. I’m just running away from my responsibilities by trying to find someone to blame for it.

Seriously, Dawn was at fault because she wasn’t able to stop him from screwing up? What a shitty thing to think. Obviously, Gina wasn’t the only one who had a lot of growing up to do here.

Which was doubly problematic, because Mary was already in the family way and that one had definitely not been an accident.

But while Nick was metaphorically punching himself in the face, Gina was about ready to burst into a panic attack.

They really should have been more careful.

Morgana should have been a wakeup call. He couldn’t help but think back to that night several days ago, when Morgana had taken a sample of Mary’s milk, and with it inherited a bit of her frantic desire to have children. Nick had been so swept up in her baby crazy frenzy that he barely had the sense of mind to pull out in time.

Now repeat that four nights later, only this time he wasn’t as quick on the draw.

…Or maybe he was quicker, depending on how you looked at it.

Where was Kim when you really needed some dark humor?

Nick looked at the panicking girl in front of him, and wished he had words up his sleeve that could give her some form of comfort. But it was obvious Gina was running through worst-case scenarios at a breakneck pace. She’d run away from a lot of the consequences of her actions in the past, and been **** to endure a lot of them as well.

But this was a whole new ballgame.

“Maybe… maybe I actually managed to pull out in time,” Nick said desperately, trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

Gina shook her head. “No, no way,” she replied. “I definitely feel it inside, there’s like, this warm stickiness or something down there, I’ve had enough guys nut inside me to know what that feels like, fuck!”

Nick grimaced. That was a mental image he didn’t need right now.

“Well… then maybe it won’t take,” he pivoted. Honestly, given how promiscuous Gina was, and how many times she’d, as she’d put it, “had guys nut inside her”, it was a bit of a miracle that she hadn’t gotten pregnant already. “Maybe your luck will hold.”

Gina sighed. “Maybe,” she said tentatively, not convinced in the slightest. “Or maybe I’ve pushed my luck too far.”

Yeah, it really could go either way, couldn’t it?

“Is… is there any way to tell?” Nick asked. “A pregnancy test, maybe…?”

Gina shook her head. “It’ll take weeks before it shows, I’m pretty sure. Though… I guess that’s what we’ll have to do, right?”

It’s not like they could really take any precautions. Nick seriously doubted Dakota would allow any plan B on the island. Him getting multiple girls pregnant was probably one of the goals of the show, if not her personally. Heck, there was even a VP reward for-

“Ah!” He gasped in realization. “The VP! That’s it!”

Gina blinked. “Heh?” She looked at him in confusion.

“When-when I got Mary pregnant, at the wedding, do you remember? Did she get VP for it? I know she got a lot of VP for stuff, was any of it for that?” He asked her.

Now it was Gina’s turn to look at him in realization. “Shit! You’re right! I completely forgot! I think she did! ...Right?” She’d gotten pretty blitzed at the reception (partly because she hated her dress so much) so that wasn’t a surprise. But after Nick pointed that out…

Two pairs of eyes immediately shot to her hand, scanning the number emblazoned on the back of it.

60 VP

They both sighed in relief. Even with all her treasured tattoos, Gina had never been so grateful for a mark indelibly etched into her skin before.

“So I guess…” Gina looked down at her crotch, which was still slathered in drying semen. “…Not pregnant.”

Nick nodded, but his eyes turned glassy as he kept walking through hypotheticals.

“Unless, I mean, it might not be an immediate thing,” he pointed out quietly. “Mary was ovulating because of those pills, so maybe conception happened right away. But depending on where you are in your cycle, it could just not have happened yet… and we didn’t confirm if she got VP for that, either...”

“Fuck! Dude, I don’t want to hear that!” Gina groaned. She’d been filled with hope for all of twenty seconds and he just had to go and ruin it! She looked frantically towards the bathroom door. “Maybe- maybe if I wash it off…”

She should have done that in the first place, but she hadn’t been able to think clearly. But thanks to Nick’s little reminder that contrary to media reporting getting pregnant wasn’t an immediate snap of the fingers while having risky sex, her mind was a little clearer.

Gina beat a mad dash to the bathroom while Nick sat back and went over possible worst-case scenarios in his head again. The running water of the shower should have been a comfort to him, but all he could think about was the possibility that it was too little, too late.

Maybe they were lucky. Or maybe they just hadn’t landed on a bombshell yet. Maybe in a couple days that number would jump from 60 to 70, and they’d have a lot of tough questions to answer for each other.

Why did he have to get lost in the moment like that!? Why couldn’t he have just handled things like a rational adult and not led to a massive mistake?!

If only condoms were a thing Dakota would allow him access to.

The creak of a door opening got his attention, and his eyes shot to the bathroom even though he could still hear the shower.

That wasn’t what was happening though.

Mary and Holly peaked out of the kitchen, wearing troubled expressions on their faces.

In a pointless but frantic attempt at modesty, Nick quickly covered his crotch with a blanket. As he did, the two girls approached him.

He noticed that, in spite of their worried looks, both women had gleams of excitement in their eyes as they reached the bed.

Because of course they did. The couple of degenerates…

Nick couldn’t be mad at them, though, he loved them both too much for that.

“You guys heard?” He asked, his voice cracking. His throat was still raw from the hot sex.

“Y-yeah…” Holly shivered and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She was clearly torn between how hot she found the situation, and her natural sense of concern and compassion that made her such a sweet and caring girl.

Nick never thought he would ever think this, but Mary was even worse.

“It… did you really?” She swallowed, her eyes hazy and her face locked in a look of unrestrained delight. “Did you really… cum inside of…”

She didn’t even finish her question because she already knew the answer.

Of course he had.

Nick nodded. “It… it wasn’t on purpose,” he said, as if that somehow made everything okay. “It- we were just in the heat of the moment, and then-”

“Oh, you don’t have to justify it!” Holly said quickly, shaking her head. Her worse impulses won out over her better angels, and her expression was a surrender to lust. “We heard everything, you two were… gulp.”

She swallowed her drool and **** a shaky smile to her lips, trying to come across as comforting and supportive.

“Maybe… maybe you’re right, and… it won’t take!” Mary said, doing a much better job of being supportive than her friend. “It-it isn’t always a sure thing, after all.”

“I know that, but… it might,” Nick said, looking over at the door again. No matter how thoroughly Gina washed herself out inside, there was no way to be clean enough to prevent a pregnancy. He knew enough about human reproduction to know that.

Mary swallowed and rubbed her hand over her own belly.

“Then… maybe… maybe it’s for the best,” she said. “Not- I mean, it’s not a good thing, obviously not, but, maybe it could be a blessing in disguise! Try to look for a silver lining, that’s all! Like the good book says-”

“When God closes a door, he opens a window!” Holly chirped.

Mary shot her a scathing look. Then her expression softened and she turned back to Nick. “I’m just saying, think of the positives!”

Nick stared at her. “…What positives?” He asked bluntly. Because right now, he couldn’t see any silver lining here. As much as he loved Gina, she was already going through so much difficult emotional stuff, he didn’t think she’d be able to handle another massive bombshell like this.

Mary obviously knew that too… but whatever she “knew” was clearly taking a backseat to her own desires.

It was obvious just by looking at her pupils, dilated with-

“Are you… getting turned on by this?” Nick couldn’t believe it. He also couldn’t believe he’d asked such a blunt question to Mary, of all people, but he was too tired and stressed out to care about niceties at this point.

Mary paled and audibly gulped.

She shook her head and made a “N-n-n-n-n” sound with her throat, but she couldn’t quite manage to get the words out.

Because, whatever else she was, she was a woman who despised lying with all her heart.

Haunted, she looked down at the ground, and felt herself wither with shame.

Nick bit his lip. He reached out to her, just to try and comfort her, but hesitated because he didn’t know what she actually wanted. What state was she in, emotionally speaking, at this point?

“…I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.

Nick blinked.

“…Huh?”

“Oh, this is all my fault!” She wailed, pacing back and forth. She looked remarkably similar to Gina when she did that.

“Your fault?”

Nick and Holly were in perfect unison with their surprised statement, and they both looked at Mary in confusion.

How was this her fault?

“I… I’ve been trying to help Gina, encourage her to be more mature and thoughtful,” Mary explained. “And I maybe… once or twice… suggested that she might want to have a kid? Maybe? …But not seriously! I didn’t really think- …Okay, well maybe on some level, but…”

Well, that was certainly something to think about and address later. But Nick still didn’t see how that could be Mary’s fault in the slightest.

“Mary-”

“And then… I did something else, too.”

Nick closed his mouth and waited for the other shoe to drop as Holly leaned forward, enraptured with excitement and worry in a way that only Holly Anderson could really manage.

“Ever since I… I got the confirmation,” Mary mumbled, rubbing her belly, “I’ve been saying in my nightly prayers, how happy and blessed I feel. And telling the heavenly father how wonderful it would be, if… if…”

Her expression was wracked with guilt and shame that was uniquely Christian.

“…How wonderful it would be if the other women in your harem got to experience the joy of pregnancy for themselves,” she admitted.

Well… that was something.

“…Pffft!” Holly couldn’t be bothered to muster up the effort to even try and stop herself from laughing at that.

“Holly!” Mary exclaimed, scandalized and hurt by her friend minimizing her concerns.

“I-I’m sorry, Mary, but come on!” Holly cackled, holding her sides. “You’re not serious, are you!? What, you think that because you prayed to God that everyone would get knocked up, this is somehow your fault? Come on!”

“It-it-!” Mary fumed in red-faced shame, finding it difficult to properly word her concerns. Nick looked warily at her, and back at Holly, not sure what to say.

He found the thought just as preposterous, but didn’t want Mary jumping down his throat next.

On the other hand… it might have been the only way he could help reassure her.

“Mary, I don’t think God is the one who made me not pull out of Gina in time,” Nick assured his wife. “Though… her pussy did feel like heaven…”

Mary’s jaw dropped, and Holly collapsed onto the bed in conniptions.

“I-I’m serious here!” Mary said, stomping her foot. “What if the lord heard my prayers, and decided to grant them?!”

That raised a very important question as to why Mary would make prayers like that in the first place if she didn’t really want them granted. But Nick figured the answer to that question was an indecipherable puzzle of hormones and desire tangled up beneath a cascade of rusty red hair in pigtails, and felt it was better left unasked.

“Mary, this is my fault,” Nick assured her. “Dawn and Kim both warned me before, about the risks of unprotected sex. And when I tried to be careful, I still kept taking risks anyway. Then you got pregnant, and even that didn’t stop me. And then Morgana, a couple nights ago? We got so close to making a massive mistake, and even then I still, with Gina…”

He sighed in frustration. Holly sighed in blissful remembrance. They weren’t the same.

“…I need to confront the reality that there’s something about the idea of pregnancy that really gets me in a way a lot of other fetishes don’t,” he admitted. “And that’s not anybody’s fault but mine.”

“Hey!”

Nick turned to Holly, who had her hands on her hips and furious expression on her face. Nick was momentarily taken aback. It was odd to see her upset these days- particularly upset with him. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

“What do you mean it’s your fault?” Holly demanded furiously.

“Well, I just meant-”

“Aren’t you the one who said it best?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Telling me all those sweet words about how I shouldn’t feel bad for what arouses me? That it doesn’t make me a bad person, or not deserving of love?”

Nick’s mouth fell open. “Well, I mean, that’s different-”

“Why?” Holly bluntly cut him off.

“Well, it just-”

“So were you lying? When you said I shouldn’t blame myself for my fetishes?” Holly pressed, narrowing her eyes.

Her cheeks flushed.

“Because that would be really hot… if you actually thought I was a freak this whole time?! Deep down, you think I’m an awful, disgusting girl because I get aroused by such degeneracy!? If you really think I’m that repulsive, then… ughyeeh… hehe…” She started to drool, giggling in blissful delirium as Mary watched on in horror.

“Nick-!”

“No! That’s not what I think at all!” Nick exclaimed. “Just because you find that stuff arousing, that doesn’t mean-!”

In a flash she snapped back to seriousness and smirked at him. “…Doesn’t mean…?”

Nick shut his mouth as he realized he’d been tricked.

“Holly-”

“Then we’re in perfect agreement!” She chirped, tapping him lightly on the cheek. “Just because you find it hot to knock up more women than Genghis Khan, that’s not a reflection on who you are as a person, right?”

Nick fumed, but at the same time, Holly’s perspective did feel like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Right?” Holly turned to Mary next, and he realized that her words hadn’t just been for his sake.

They’d been an olive branch, a way to get Mary to accept that no, she wasn’t the worst person in the world for what she desired.

Mary’s face softened, and she smiled bashfully. “Thanks, Holly.”

“Now, we still do have a problem to sort out,” Holly said. “Nick? You need to work on your pull out game. Take it from someone who’s a master of denying themselves release, it takes skill and practice to shut your orgasms down!”

“Uh… yeah. I’ll keep that in mind…”

Why did Holly have to make such good points in such a gross way?

Mary was about to say something, when the three of them realized the shower had stopped quite a while ago.

Gina was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, buck naked, and looking dejected.

“I… I think I got it as clean as I could,” she said, covering her arm with a towel. “But who knows, right? Maybe…”

She could tell from the look on Mary’s face that the redhead was fighting two conflicting urges at once, the urge to reassure Gina that everything would be okay, and the urge to reassure her that everything would be really okay…

Unsure of which one to lean into, Mary said nothing, and left it up to Nick to reach out to the other girl first.

Which was honestly the right call regardless of the situation.

“Gina, we were all talking, and we decided that this situation, it’s complicated,” Nick said, approaching her. “I know that you’re… not ready for this. But if the worst-case scenario happens, well… you know that I’m going to be there for you, right? Because I love you, and I want you to always feel safe with me.”

Gina beamed up at him. “I know that, obviously,” she said, biting her bottom lip cutely. She looked so innocent and nonsexual when she did that, even though she was completely nude. “I always feel safe with you already.”

She reached out and took his hand into hers. Inside she was still freaking out, and she would probably still be freaking out when morning came. But right now, with Nick’s support, and the presence of Mary and Holly, she felt luckier than she ever had before, no matter how this whole thing ended up shaking out.