Too Poor for a Cure? Pass it On!

Two days after killing Luke Smith, Noutha cursed the Life Wizard for the hundredth time.

"This is Fucking Bullshit, Dam You Luke Smith! And your dam pregnancy fetish!" Noutha scremed.

"Mz. Venaren, calm down." Doctor Bludd said stepping back.

"I agreed to examine your curse, not to lose my hearing," Doctor Bludd said taking off his gloves.

"Sorry, Dr. Blood," Noutha said climbing off the examining table.

"It's Bludd," the doctor said writing in his notebook.

"Whatever," Noutha mumbled to herself.

"Anyway, I can't remove the debuff," Dr. Bludd said looking up.

"So you said," Noutha interjected getting dressed in her make-shift maternity gear.

"I can't remove the debuff today. But I can build a ritual in a week that will remove it, but it will cost you the mana of 250 Kills," the doctor said as he continued to write.

"Ya, Fucking Bullshit," Noutha said fussing with her tight-fitting shirt.

"Mz. Venaren, you're asking me to remove a new, never-before-seen debuff, the cost of materials and my experiences don't come cheap," Dr. Bludd said watching the very pregnant women struggle.

"I am an independent Warlock. I don't have a **** Clan with a horde of 'Soul Energy'/Mana to spend," Noutha shouted giving up on her shirt.

"Lady Mask, You Killed the Head Consort of Queen Celestia, Grand Ruler of the Land of Dreams. You did it in the Los Angeles Life Coven's territory. A consort mind you, who the Queen threw a feast for, gifted a 'Magical Moniker', and likely gave a 'Suppression Ring'," Dr. Bludd said dropping his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"Am I to believe you took on a contract, to piss off the strongest Astral Kingdom, and **** an Independent Life Wizard, in the territory, of the most powerful Sorcerer Coven in the World for peanuts?" Dr. Bludd shouted standing up angrily.

"I haven't been paid yet. And I gave you the 'Suppression Ring'," Noutha said defensively.

"Mz. Venaren, I am a level 20 Warlock, the ring allowed you to jump the line, not pay for treatment," Dr. Bludd said sitting back down.

"You said you got 1/3 of your payment, before starting. What was it?" the doctor signed rolling over to a filing cabinet.

"I was given a deck of 'Arcane Blood Seals' ... for taking the job," Noutha said unhappily.

"Okay ... we can make this work. Those seals are great for field surgeries. So I will bring down the price of the ritual by 10 Kills for every card you give me, How's that sound ... hmm?" Dr. Bludd said smiling.

"I still don't have enough," Noutha said sheepishly.

There was a long moment of silence.

" Mz. Venaren, ... I have wealthier clients to attend to ... please enjoy your Jinn Curse and come back when you have funds," Dr. Bludd said before his eyes flashed red.

The room's only door slowly opened.

"Wait! You must have a cheaper option," Noutha cried out in a panic.

"Well ... there is a cheaper option but you won't like it," Dr. Bludd said walking over to close the door.

"Best you get used to maternity wear," the doctors said pulling ingredients from a medicine cabinet.

"I said faster!" Noutha shouted.

The **** Witch gripped her bedframe tighter as her partner picked up the pace.

"Here it comes," the young man grunted.

"Dam, ... I thought ... this muscle head ... would last longer," Noutha thought as she felt her partner finish.

"Another 4 down, 17 to go," Noutha sighed in disappointment.

"That was amazing! I never banged a Pregnant Chick before," the man said pulling out.

"Ya, we're great, ..." Noutha said trying to remember his name.

"No, really, you're glowing. Your skin and hair. Your giant boobs, and cute belly. And those hips and fat ass. I think you gave me a fetish," The man said happily.

"You find me that attractive?" Noutha asked giving up on his name.

"Absolutely, I don't know who the father is. But hells, he is missing out," the man said lying back.

"Ya, him ..." Noutha thought of her last **** victim.

"So my ex-girlfriend and I are on a break," the young guy said getting out of bed.

Noutha listened as the college jock got dressed.

"But, I might try knocking her up, if she comes for another booty call," the jock said with a laugh.

"If I am lucky I can keep her pregnant for a few years. She would totally rock the bump! ... I definitely need a raise if I am going to have a bunch of kids," the young man said getting dressed.

"All this from fucking a pregnant lady?" Noutha asked suppressing a smile.

"We have had our troubles, but I think I can make it work. I need to start being a better person if I am to be a father," the guy said finishing dressing.

"Thanks for the fun, but you should try reconnecting with your baby-daddy," the guys said leaving Noutha's apartment.

Lady Mask the private warlock assassin sat dumbfounded on her bed.

"I am never getting used to this," Noutha said rolling over to get up.

Noutha said back in her bathtub, remembering her last conversation with Dr. Bludd.

"Pay me 10 of your blood seals," the doctors said holding out a hand.

Noutha hesitated, she only had 12 left.

"Do you want the cheap cure or not?" Dr. Bludd asked pointing to her belly.

"Fine," Noutha said summoning 10 cards from her enchanted cloak.

The doctor took the payment before proceeding to throw ingredients into a cauldron.

"Step back," Dr. Bludd said flashing his eyes.

The cauldron began to boil. A minute passed as the doctor worked.

"You will drink these and then you pass on the debuff to your sexual partners," the doctor said filling viles from the bubbling cauldron.

"What now?" Noutha shouted in surprise.

"Okay, your "Arcane Pregnancy" debuff is imprinted onto your soul. There are 3 ways to remove it. First, have the caster deactivate it. But you killed him. Second, you have it magically washed/burned off your soul. But you're poor. So your final option is to pass on the curse," Dr. Bludd said placing two dozen viles into a medicine bag.

"Pass on?" Noutha asked confused.

"... You modern Independent Warlocks need to hire better tutors. Every Proper Warlock Clan knows how to pass on a curse if they can't cure it," the doctor said with a sigh.

"You were cursed to always be 9 months pregnant. The spell also changes your memories. You were given memories of dating, fucking, and growing heavy. Fortunately, you resisted some of the mental effects. So you were saved from the final part of the spell. The spell was going to make you forget you're meant to give birth. Or in other words, the debuff was going to make you content to be pregnant forever," Dr. Bludd said flashing his eyes to turn off the boiling cauldron.

"Okay, but," Noutha said still confused.

"I'm not done. So whoever designed the spell. They had a crazy hard-on for preggos. Therefore, drink one of these viles and then fuck someone. A small part of the 'Arcane Pregnancy' debuff will rub off on your partner. They will have some small breeding fetish afterwords. And after you fuck about 21 people, you will be cured. But go easy on the viles. They are toxic. Best used once a week. Any faster and you risk magical poisoning," Dr. Bludd explained handing over the medicine bag.

"Will I lose the false memories after I am done?" Noutha asked hopefully.

"No, if you want those removed, you will need to use the more expensive option," the doctor said examining his 10 new 'Arcane Blood Seals'.

"What about the bump and extra weight?" Noutha asked pointing to her belly and ass.

"Sorry, those stay until your Soul is completely rubbed clean. But you might start shrinking by your 18th or 19th victim," Dr. Bludd said as his eyes flashed red.

The door opened again, waiting for Lady Mask to exit.