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You look at the dusty box and its collection of odd little bottles. You look at Henry, who's busy rubbing his eyes to try to get the dust out. Then you look toward the back of the shop where the full sized Dragonette stands, her curves covered only by tight fitting leather. Deep inside your mind a spark goes off.

"Henry?" you hear yourself ask. The voice sounds emotionless, disconnected - you wouldn't even think of it as yours except that you can feel your mouth moving. When he looks up you continue in that same tone, looking back toward the silicone form in the back of the shop. "What happened after you got the mold?"

After a few more sneezes Henry comes closer and sits down next to you. "I cast a reverse mold, then with that another, firmer mold."

"Yes, but I mean... what happened once you actually had a silicone mold in the same shape as my pussy?"

"Well at that point I did some tests to make sure the silicone was good enough, no voids in the casting..."

You look back at him. Being the proprietor of a porn shop he isn't shying away from the subject because it's too embarrassing. You can tell he's just skirting the edge out of the reasonable fear that you'll start crying again.

"I did say I was a guy. I can guess how those castings got tested. Don't waste a good pussy, silicone or not, right?"

"Yeah," he says.

You just sit there for a few long moments, wondering what comes next. Your eyes take in the one darker glass bottle in the box and you ask Henry what that one was for.

He gets up, picks the bottle from the box and looks it over. "The label just says 'For men', but it's familiar somehow." He sniffs at the long dried contents and brings it over so you can take a look. Ever since your morning sickness began your nose has been a great deal more sensitive. You take a few sniffs of your own and are surprised at the meaty, earthy and manly scents wafting from the bottle.

"I think I drank it?" he says, looking confused.

"On the night you tested my pussy cast?" You know that has to be the answer.

"Yes! Ermm, I mean..."

"Don't worry, I know what a bitch she is. I know how weird some things can get." You go over to the box and pull out two empty bottles, one each of Eolasine salve and Eclatane juice. You hold them up to the light, knowing how much the bitch loves to fuck with you. Sure enough, under the first label is a second. The one for Eolasine salve is written in light blue ink that probably would have been invisible when the clear blue fluid filled the bottle. 'For evicting naughty sperm and leaving you minty fresh' it reads.

You almost don't look for the script hidden beneath the other label. You don't know if you want to know. But you can't resist it long and you find it, written in white-out or something similar. When held up against the light the ink is a little more opaque than the rest of the label. 'Always ready for round two! Or is that too round?'

While Henry squints at the hidden labels you sigh and say "So she got me to clean all Trish's sperm out of my vagina and my womb, then I drank something that made me fertile - even though I was already pregnant. Henry..."

"I'm a father" he says, looking over at you and obviously having put the pieces together at the same time you did. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. It's so nice after the day you've had that you just start sobbing again - damn it! You were sure you had those tears under control.

"I wish..." he just runs his big, smooth hand down the side of your face, brushing away your tears. "I just wish..." He gives you a kiss that leaves your heart pounding. "... that I'd got you pregnant the normal way." Then he looks sort of lost, as if his brain just caught up with his mouth. "Um, I mean..."

You pull him down for another kiss. "Don't spoil it. I know what you mean." And with that you snuggle into his arms, his warmth driving away the last of the chill and the sound of his heartbeat driving away the last of your worries. At least for the moment you prove more tired than afraid and you pass out in Henry's arms.