The First Her

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Part 32

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“You’re upset.”

Kira looked over her shoulder and found Nebula standing there. Behind her, Ni’ev was working.

“What gave me away?”

“For starters, you and Vrox no longer suck each other’s face off every chance you get.”

Kira’s smile was bittersweet. “I didn’t want to say anything and worry you. Things got unpleasant a few weeks ago.”

“Is it because of the whole capital punishment thing?”

“Yes. We’ve had arguments before, but this one was different. I asked him to explain Ezronian’s stance on the death penalty; to have a conversation. And yes, I would have shared my opinion on the matter, but I wouldn’t make demands or coerce him into giving me what I want. I’m not a dictator, and I’m not evil either.”

“Do you have any idea why he refused you?”

“He has his reasons. He doesn’t want to change Ezronian culture because he feels like he they have already lost enough. I get where he’s coming from, but it’s not fair that he shut me out.”

“I don’t want to choose sides,” Nebula admitted. “This is a culturally loaded situation. Fuck, forget about culture. You two are technically different species.”

Kira shrugged. “I was planning on telling him about America’s history with colonization the same way you’re teaching Ni’ev. I wanted him to understand that I’m conscious of my country’s mistakes, and that I would never want to repeat them. How am I supposed to say all this when he won’t even talk to me?”

“I’m sorry that I don’t have answers.”

Kira shook her head. “You help a lot. I’ve been wanting to get this off my chest.”

“How are his headaches? Are they getting better?”

“No. They’re still bothering him. I think they’ve gotten worse, actually. I…”

Vrox appeared, his chest lightly dusted from the work he did outside.

“Hello,” he greeted, eyes locked on her.

“Hey, Vrox,” Nebula offered. “I’m going to see if Ni’ev needs any help.”

Once Nebula left, Kira tipped her head back. Was it just her, or did Vrox seem taller? He had a rogue scale on his left pectoral, too. It was faint, as if it was still developing. When Kira’s hand came into view, she realized that she reached out for his chest. Her fingers curled into themselves, dried out from the heat of embarrassment.

Without looking at his expression, she blurted, “your scales are changing again. If you trust Wo’ton, maybe you should talk to him. He might know what’s wrong.”

“I will.”

“Um, okay, then. Did you want something?”

His hands moved to her stomach, caressing the heavy bump. Kira didn’t mind. Although they weren’t on the best terms, this baby was his too.

“Are you in pain?”

She was always in pain. The gift of life did not come without a price.

“I’m managing.”

Vrox’s hands found her face. He cupped her cheeks and brought his lips onto her forehead. The warmth of his mouth and the scuff on his chin was nearly enough to make her jump into his arms and beg to start anew.

“I love you.”

Her heart stuttered, and the baby shifted, both calling out to him.

Commotion in the background pulled their attention away. Vrox covered her body with his own, and his protective hold her biceps tightened.

“What? What is it?”


Kira smiled. “Rokan is back!”

“Yes. And he’s not alone. Can you wait here with Nebula and Ni’ev?”


He stepped away, and she was flooded by the sight of twenty men standing on the field. Once their eyes locked on her, they dropped to their knees. Kira groaned as usual. She would never get used to their worship.

Most men were naked, and her loyalty to Vrox’s flesh made her look away. She studied his sturdy, tanned back. When she felt a molten warmth between her legs, she rolled her eyes. Of course, her core decided to drip over Vrox’s magnificence. It was like a bratty child hoping to get what it wanted by weeping.

“Get it together, girl. You won’t be getting any hot piece of alien any time soon.”

Was she really speaking to her vagina?

“Damn hormones.”

She turned around and reached her arms over her head to stretch.

“They’re making me go cra–”


Her eyes dropped to her dripping dress, glistering legs, and her wet sandals. She was too stunned to do anything but clutch her stomach.

Hearing the commotion, Vrox jogged back up the stairs.

“It is alright,” he said with an eery calmness. “It was an accident.”

“An accident?”

“Come, I will help you to our room.”

“What? Why are you so calm?”

“Kira, there is no reason to get nervous.”

“Are you serious right now? You’re joking, right?”

“I am not jesting. Let us fix this so I can go talk to Rokan.”

“My water broke and you’re worried about Rokan? You know what, go talk to your brother. Nebula will help me with this,” she snapped.

“Very well. I will see you later.”

She turned around fast enough to whip him in the chest with her ponytail.

“You are angry with me,” Vrox observed.

“Yes. Because my water broke, and you don’t seem to care!”

“I will get you an extra water bowl if you want one so badly.”

Kira frowned. “An extra water bowl?”

“Oh, my god!” Nebula cried out. “It’s coming?”

Vrox grumbled his displeasure. “Why are you two so alarmed? Yes, Kira urinated on herself. This is understandable since she has so much weight in her belly.”

Finally understanding the confusion, Kira threw her head back and laughed.

“What amuses you?”

“That wasn’t urine,” Kira chuckled. “My water broke.”

“I told you I will get you a new one.”

”Vrox,” she sighed, reaching up to grab his cheeks. “It’s not urine. It means the baby is coming.”

He frowned as if her words made no sense.

“The baby is coming?”

She nodded.


“Yes, now!”

“Oh. Oh! Why did you not say anything earlier, Kira!” He swept her into his arms and ran to their room. “You know I do not understand your Terran sayings! Nebula, come with me.”

Kira was placed gently on a bed. Her make-shift panties were pulled down, and her legs were parted. When she felt a thick finger poke her vagina, she flinched. “Now is really not the time to finger me, Vrox!”

“But how with the seedling come out? I am giving it my finger so it can hold on to it and let me pull it out.”

She rubbed her face, the stress of the situation weighing her down. She was still at five months and three weeks. The baby was early. Throughout the pregnancy, it never occurred to her to explain delivery to Vrox. She assumed she had more time.

“Should I get rope, then?” Vrox offered.

“No rope, and no fingers. I need to push it out of me.”

“Oh, alright. Push. I will catch it.”

He ducked his head, re-appearing when she didn’t move. “Why do you not push? My hands are ready. I will not let the baby fall.”

“I can’t push yet. I’m not dilated enough.”

Vrox’s frantic eyes were jerky. “How do I make you more dilated? Should I penetrate you?”

Nebula choked, and Kira groaned her embarrassment. “No, baby. You can’t fuck me while I’m giving birth.”

“I do not understand!” he pulled at his hair, fear potent. “How do I help?”

“You could get the pool we used to bathe Vee and fill it with warm water?” she offered.

Vrox nodded and then ran out the door as if it was the most important mission he embarked on.

“Ni’ev is outside,” Nebula said, kneeling beside the bed.

“Something is wrong,” Kira blurted. “Wasn’t I supposed to feel contractions over the weeks that led up to the birth? I’ve felt nothing. Something is fucking wrong.”

“It’s okay. This is an alien baby. Your body will not react normally.”

Vrox entered the room with the metal pool they built for Vee. He emptied a bucket in it and then ran back outside.

“Aren’t you glad that you installed a plumbing system in this place?”

“I can’t mess this up,” Kira whispered. “I want my baby.”

Nebula took her hand, and Kira squeezed for all she worth.

Vrox entered every few minutes. On his fifth trip, Kira felt a wave of pain run down her uterus. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was uncomfortable. It lasted thirty seconds but was followed by another five minutes later. The contractions came and went, each stronger than the last.

“What about now?”

“No, Vrox. Until she’s the size of a donut, she can’t push.”

“What is this du-not?” he growled.

“Make a fist. It should be about that size.”

Kira whimpered, losing her resolve when a wave drowned her.

“I am so sorry, my Terran.”

She could only pant as the searing hot pain traveled down her stomach. It was as if every inch of her was fighting to keep the baby locked inside, protected from the world. Sweat dotted her brow, and her breasts ached. She was alert of everything in her body– her nails, her hair, her pores, her breath.

“Give me my fucking baby,” she hissed deliriously at her body.

“Kira?” Nebula called out worriedly.

“Can I push yet?”

“No, girl. You’re not even halfway there.”

Kira groaned. “Fuck! Fuck me!”

Vrox shifted uncomfortably. “Do you mean this literally, or is this more Terran speech?”

“I thought we established that there will be no fucking this evening! Or for a long time! My guts are on fire!”

He simply rubbed the back of her hand, wincing whenever she groaned particularly loudly. He hated that all he could do was hold on to her hand. He wanted his baby, but he didn’t want Kira in pain either.

Kira turned around so she was kneeling on the bed. She rested her cheek on the furs and tried to ride out the latest wave. One hour became three, and her groans became screams. Every time Nebula checked if she was dilated enough, she would get an infuriating ‘no.’ She tried walking around the room, tried letting Vrox massage her, but nothing sped this up.

Her face was a mess of tears, no matter how much Vrox wiped her face. The poor alien seemed ready to burst into his own tears. His hands refused to leave her body, and he had been muttering words for hours. Some were prayers, some were encouragements, some Kira didn’t hear because pain roared too loudly.

“How much more?” she cried. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“A bit more,” Nebula answered. “You’re so close.”

“Put me in the water,” she croaked.

Vrox was quick to scoop her up. The warm water provided some relief, but it wasn’t enough.


Understanding her unspoken request, he slipped in behind her and settled his hands under her stomach.

“I don’t know if riding your dick was worth this pain,” she muttered. “Oh, it’s back. Fuck, I’m going to push.”

Nebula kicked off her sandals and stepped into the pool. She kneeled in front of her and tried to monitor her progress. She knew nothing past the fact that Kira had to be ten centimeters.

Kira listened to her body’s demands, pushing whenever it felt right. She screamed until the seams of her lips felt ready to tear, until a shriek countered her scream.

“I got it!” Nebula declared, clutching the pale baby in her arms. “Vrox, get me that knife.”

Vrox snatched the item and watched with acute horror as Nebula cut the umbilical cord. As soon as they were separated, Nebula handed the baby to its mother. Vrox was quick to pick his family out of the tub and onto the bed. Then, he spread Kira’s thighs and peered down.

“Vrox?” Kira’s shaky voice called out. “What are you doing?”

“The child,” he rasped. “Where is the rest of it?”


“It is small! Where is the rest of its body?”

She smiled tenderly at the horrified alien. “This is it.”

He dropped to his knees, only able to gape at the wet, pale, squirming baby. This was it? This was Ezron’s salvation?

“No cock. It is a female? A tiny female?”

She laughed. “Yes. It’s a girl.”

“Kira, I think you have to birth the placenta as soon as possible. I’m going to try to pull it out. Don’t worry, you’ll get to rest soon.”


Nebula pressed a gentle had onto her lower stomach, and gently pulled on the cord. Meanwhile, Kira closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to dismiss the fatigue. She felt tissue and liquid slowly gush out of her, and then a big clump slide out.

“I got it,” Nebula said.

With a sigh of relief, Kira opened her eyes. “Vrox!”


“Why is my baby green?”

“I am putting paste on her. She is pink and crying, so she must be sun burnt.”

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