If you replaced the underwater animals with multi-coloured newts, that's just like the mobile I imagined JC making to hang over the young's crib. And speaking of young, I think it's time for the last part of the tentacle!baby story.
The next day, Chris took charge of the Newt for the morning, and told Lance and JC to go entertain themselves with some grocery shopping, or washing the cars, or fucking or really anything that happened someplace else.
According to theory, three adults was the minimum stable size for a pod. Chris didn't place unconditional trust in the opinions of any group of people who designed their relationships according to such careful rules (it seemed way too much like high school), but he supposed there were extenuating circumstances when you were a secret group of alien colonists. And, seriously, how had his life gotten so cool? He'd more-or-less resigned himself to Nsync having been the peak of excitement of his earthly existence, and now here he was, dating an alien. Plus, he was getting some of the most amazing sex he'd ever had, and if that meant sticking to the manual, he could dig it
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"Now, listen up, Newtling. I know you love your tentacles. And you should -- they're awesome tentacles. I wish I could grow a few myself. I could do some very cool things with them that you won't be old enough to hear about for a long, long time. And I know it was fun to pretend like you couldn't get rid of them, and have JC and Lance all worked up and chasing around after you all day. In fact, considering that none of your DNA is mine, we're a lot alike, aren't we? But tentacle time is over. Maybe later, when JC says it's okay, you can grow them back for a while. Right now, though, I wanna see two arms and two legs, nothing extra. Because you're making your daddies all sad, and neither of us wants that." Chris stuck out his lower lip to illustrate this critical point
( ... )
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If you replaced the underwater animals with multi-coloured newts, that's just like the mobile I imagined JC making to hang over the young's crib. And speaking of young, I think it's time for the last part of the tentacle!baby story.
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According to theory, three adults was the minimum stable size for a pod. Chris didn't place unconditional trust in the opinions of any group of people who designed their relationships according to such careful rules (it seemed way too much like high school), but he supposed there were extenuating circumstances when you were a secret group of alien colonists. And, seriously, how had his life gotten so cool? He'd more-or-less resigned himself to Nsync having been the peak of excitement of his earthly existence, and now here he was, dating an alien. Plus, he was getting some of the most amazing sex he'd ever had, and if that meant sticking to the manual, he could dig it ( ... )
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OMG!
How awesome is this?!?!
I don't have time to respond properly now, but you're due some serious squeeing later.
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*waves imaginary tentacles*
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