Anonymous 2009/11/06 (Fri) 04:01 No. 20262 Here's the first part for people who didn't know about it.
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You've been living some time with your adopted daughter, Mystia. She's grown to adore you, and you love her just as much as she loves you. The relationship was rocky at first, but it took off after you began to take her to the playground every day. She enjoys staying there, playing with her friends. In fact, just the other day, you took her there to play with her friends named Chen and Flandre. The three of them are great friends, and always enjoy playing together. You've also become friends with their guardians, Ran Yakumo and Sakuya Izayoi. The three of you often go shopping together, and they even suggested that you buy a certain sweater for Mystia, which she now wears as much as she can.
You just got home from picking Mystia up from school, and she trots over to the window, waving goodbye to her friends again. She runs over to you and pulls on your skirt, that same bright smile on her face.
"Hey, mommy? Can we go to the theme park soon? Chen and Flandre said they were gonna go, and I'd really like to play with them there, and I think the music must be really nice there, and and and?"
She giggles and spins around a few times. What a hyperactive child, always running around and finding something new to do. You figure that she'll probably become the class president one day, seeing the ways she loves to take charge.
You go to your bedroom, thinking about your relationship with this daughter of yours. You know that people often give you odd looks on the street, since an amanojaku never gives birth to a night sparrow. You shrug this off and think about what you and Mystia will do when you get to the theme park, and how she'll have that huge smile on her face?
"Mommy! Let's go on this one next, okay?"
"Okay, okay, just don't wear yourself out, Misty-chan."
"Okay~!"
You picture her running over to the line and waving at you, jumping up and down as she does.
"Hey, Mommy! Over here, the line's over here! Hurry up!"
You then see yourself walking over to her, and patting her head.
"Take it easy, Mystia. I'm here; now let's just wait to get on."
The two of you enjoy that nice day at the theme park, running about and playing together.
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You hear a knock at your door, and Mystia steps in.
"Mommy? Something feels funny?"
You get up and walk over to her in a hurry, hoping that she didn't hurt herself.
"Where does it hurt, Misty-chan?"
She lifts up her one piece to show you her innocence, with a white bulge poking out of it.
"Mommy, something is coming out."
You were wondering when this day would come. It seems that Mystia has hit that age rather early, which you? You just wish she had never hit it at all. You pick her up and take her into the bathroom, setting her on your lap.
"Okay, Mystia. This will hurt, but it'll be over soon enough. Be a good girl and take it as best you can, okay?"
"Okay, Mommy."
You pull her one-piece back up, and put your thumbs on the sides of her vagina. She moans as the egg pushes itself forwards, and she gives birth to her first egg. You let go, and she begins to pant, taking in all the air she can.
"It hurt, it hurt a lot. I really don't want to-"
She's cut off by her own scream, as she begins to produce another egg. You hold her walls open, but it refuses to come out.
"Come on, Mystia, push!"
She pants, clutching her dress.
"I can't, I'm tired, and it hurts. It really, really, hurts, Mommy!"
Tears begin to run down her face, and you decide to help her push. You stick your thumb up her anus, and feel around for the egg inside her vagina. You begin to push it, and she lets out a few more moans and screams as the egg releases itself. It falls onto her dress with the other, and she pants as she tries to regain her energy. You pick her up and lay her down on your bed, and take the eggs into the kitchen, so you can get rid of them in the best way possible?
"Hey, mommy! Did you make something tasty? It really smells tasty!"
Mystia come running into the kitchen, her arms spread out. You couldn't bear to tell her what she's about to it, especially after she had enough mental shock from the abuse of her former parent, Rinnosuke Morichaka. You do your best to manage a smile, and speak back to your adopted daughter.
"Yes, I made a cake, Mystia. I hope you like it."
"Yay! Cake!"
She hugs your legs as you pick the treat up, holding it on top of a large plate.
"Hey, Mommy? Are we going to go to the theme park tomorrow?"
You smile as you cut a slice of the cake for her, and set it onto her plate.
"Yes, Misty-chan. We're going to the theme park tomorrow."
"Yay!?