Diary of a Teenaged Mimic

Dear Diary,

Gotta say, the utter lack of any kind of kaiju has got me feeling some kinda way. On the one hand, I'm not really upset that nobody's in danger, or injured, or dead. Visits to the afterlife are not something I'm gonna want to do on the regular for any reason whatsoever. On the other hand, I know the fuckin' kaiju aren't gonna just walk away, which means I can never just relax. Rest, maybe sorta kinda, but not relax.

That's not to say my ladies can't force some serotonin and dopamine to drip into my brain meats, each in their own unique ways. I'd say Marie's handmade acupuncture is the platonic ideal of that, but that's not really fair, and I think it's unfairly influenced by creeping neopuritanism, because that shit crops up everywhere. Seriously, the fact that the other three generally use sex of some kind to make it happen shouldn't be a mark against them. Kinda funny, they each even have their own methods.

Tallulah's a full on PvP one vee one contest to see which of us goes down first. Okay, not goes down first, because oddly enough that's not our jam. Each of us sets the other off like a high quality detonator when we pop off, but after the aftershocks are over, whichever of us lasted longer usually winds up twitting the other one about it. Not in a mean way. Usually in a kind of 'omigod, your orgasm was so hot I couldn't hold back' kinda way. Okay, that's me, she's, like, poetic and shit about it. Which usually winds up with us going another round, because I find somebody describing me that way smexy hot.

Saffron. Oh, fuckin' Saffron. The woman has elevated her dopamine release induction Skills past profession, beyond bodacious, above art, directly into Divine tier lovemaking. I mean, look, I don't use that word lightly. Honestly, I don't use it much at all. Sex, fucking, banging, shenanigans, canoodling, antics, even tomfoolery, but I don't really call it 'making love', because while I think I love every person I've has sex with here and now, inclusive of my Worshippers, at least to some degree, I don't think the sex made the love. I don't really think the love made the sex, either. Not really. I mean, it's why I do that with my Worshippers if that's what they want, what they need, but I don't love Wendell any less than Cherry.

Oh, shit, Cherry. Gotta remember to talk to Saffron about him.

But Saffron? I think if somehow somebody managed to erase everything about me, she could bridge that fuckin' gap. By fuckin'. Yeah, now that I say that out loud it sounds really bad, but... I've heard people say that things are 'better than sex', trying to say how good something is. Sex with my Kitten? Is better than sex.

Heh. Always Saffron.

Then there's our Darling. She is absolutely the object of all our desire. Not in any kind of bad way, we absolutely love her. I mean, I think even Tallulah does, in her own way, but when it comes to Bedroom time, while especially right after our first time she wound up initiating things, she almost always wind up being the bottom. Not even talking about penetration, either, although that's not untrue. When it comes to adult fun time, she wants to be used, to be directed, to be the object each or all of us deliver and derive pleasure to and from.

Speaking of, after getting home from watching all day yesterday, she snagged me before dinner, setting Hailee on Marie's lap and stepping us both to the Bedroom.

"Whoa, Ice Pop, you okay?"

She pouted. "I am tired of eating such delicious food, lovingly prepared by your..." She trailed off, looked up at me. Hesitantly whispered, "our?"

I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "Absolutely ours, silly Siobhan."

"I know I'm not going to hold down that food, and I'd rather have a late dinner after getting the retching out of the way."

I smiled at her. "Y'know, I think Saffron might be better at keeping things going longer. Just sayin'."

She pouted up at me. "I'm well aware of that." Her pout melted into a shy grin almost worthy of Saffron. "But she'll be awake tonight, while you're asleep."

I leaned down to wrap my arms under her butt, gently lifted her up to look down at me. A moment later her ankles locked behind me as I said, "somebody's in a mood."

She absolutely did her best Saffron impression when she sniffed and said, "I am simply eager to meet my daughter in person, so she can explain why she's taken so long and takes such joy in kicking me amidst our trysts."

I snickered as I set her on the end of the Bed, running my fingers down her back. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I know why."

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"Do tell?"

I gently pushed her back down to the bed, then just stared at her for a moment until her cheeks went a little pink. "So beautiful." Red rushed over her cheeks and down her front. "So cute." She squeezed her eyes shut. "So horny, just like Saffron."

Her eyes shot open. "You are a literal Goddess of Passion!"

"I said what I said. Now, open wide, I want to feel what you have to say tonight."

Yeah, I could have Co-Located down to dinner, but honestly I don't really need to eat, and I wanted to focus on her tonight. Which I did, and she lasted until midway through bath time. Cutest thing of the night had to be when I rolled her over and pulled her hair back so she could retch in the locker room toilet? Less than a minute later Hailee gently pushed the door in, crept over, and took Siobhan's hand in hers. Retching stopped almost immediately.

"Sorry, Darling."

She shook her head, laid the fingers of her other hand on my lips, and said, "worth. Oh, so very worth, especially if it convinces this little one to come out sooner."

Hailee laid her other hand on Siobhan's belly, then after a few moments shook her head. "She's not ready."

Yeah, we both got a little weirded out by that pronouncement, but we wound up forgetting all about it when we got to the Bath.

Got all the kids in bed, but before I fell asleep I heard Saffron chiding Siobhan. "You need to eat."

"I will eat in the morning. And at lunch. Right now I have a deep and abiding need for you to see how long you can keep me from relapsing."

"Promise me you will not starve yourself."

Siobhan sighed. "I promise. Please, Mistress?"

"Pardon?"

That replaced the sigh with a mischievous giggle. "Please... Saffie-kins?"

Yeah, the show on the big screen was especially good tonight. Siobhan has been following her 'no more fainting' diet plan pretty religiously, especially since she's gotten pregnant, even if we had to trickle stuff in until Hailee hit her with that panacea aura she's got. I mention that because sometime midway through the night last night is the first time in a while that our Darling has lost consciousness quite like that. Fortunately, Saffron delivered her back to bed and into Hailee's area of influence before she woke up sick.

Yeah, my life has gotten really fuckin' weird. I can't say it's bad in any meaningful way now that we've got our little panacea, but still, weird. But good.

Of course, today while I stood watch on the West Tower and the Black Dragon, I just had to go and make things weirder for myself. But then, my grand anti-Poseidon plan isn't exactly what I'd call normal.

From the West Tower I thought, Sister?

Chosen?

I stepped to her, Shapeshifting to the form of a Great Kraken as I did. Low key regretted it the moment I realized that from the point of view of a Great Kraken, Sister reminded me a lot of Lily. Too pretty, too beautiful really, to be properly 'smokin' hot', but damn still very attractive. Yeah, I've got it on the brain, it's my one defense against spiraling. Also, I'm not the one who made her hot or anything.

I don't know how long I floated there kinda staring at her, but she looked at me a little shyly and motion-imaged, you wanted something? Needed something?

Sending a self-deprecating Kraken chuckle her way, I motion-imaged back, is your lobster god ready to molt?

It is close to Leviathan's next molting time. We could induce molting, would of course assist her with it, but with conflict looming, I thought it best not to yet.

Explain?

Her posture got a lot less deferential as she moved into a lecturing mode. For some time after molting her shell is softer, less protective. Also, if she is injured during a fight, molting can assist with healing.

Neat. Can you show me how?

Sister radiated confusion. But you can Heal?

I can, but Siobhan... your namesake once told me that Heal Injury isn't always the right Shape to fix someone who's hurt. Molting seems like it might be safer and better for her.

She got real still when I mentioned Siobhan, then motion imaged back, I could demonstrate, or... She reached out one tentacle almost tentatively, opening her siphon equally deferentially. I could show you?

I reached out, but something stopped me just before slipping that tentacle in. She paused when I did. Saffron?

Yes, love?

Am I, um, reading this right?

To that I got a chorus of chuckles in my brain. Go on, Goof. She is one of your High Clergy, after all, and her deepest need in this moment is that intimate contact.

So fuckin' weird. There's no Temple, no Altar in the middle of the fuckin' Atlantic, but I still wound up doing intimate things with my Clergy. Not even sex, just exchanging memories, so I knew how to help a friendly kaiju molt. Okay, those are the memories I got from her. As she floated away afterward, seeming a little, I dunno, stunned, I motion-imaged, Sister, are you okay?

It took her a little bit, and at first I didn't quite get it when she motion-imaged, I'm not certain I can live up to the Name you have bestowed on me.

Yeah, that got me very worried, which left me no option but to phone my very best friend. Kitten?

I might have been a little irked at another round of bemused, amused, even titillated giggling in my brain, but mostly I found it a relief, since my ladies wouldn't be laughing about something dangerous to one of their number, even an odd duck like Sister. While you learned of the Kraken's methods of helping Leviathan molt, she learned of our Darling. I froze. From your perspective. I think I might have blushed. Hard to say. By living through your memories of her.

Yeah, I'm a Goddess of Passion and Ecstasy, who has had intimate moments with her Worshippers on a regular basis, and I've got four intimate partners and a handful of fuck buddies, I had no God Blessed idea why a Kraken being all Hajidere wound up making embarrassing me.

Perhaps because of your persistent suspicion that your intimate encounters with Saffron with you both in that form are seen as kinky to the point of depravity by your Great Kraken followers?

Oh. Right. Thanks, Dad. You're the best.

I know.