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The Demon's Daughter - Part 1

(A St. Francis of Assisi Group Home story)

(F/other, preg)

by Dragonfly - © 2004

The young woman with a sweet, delicate face and jet black hair bowed at the ancient shrine one last time. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the thoughts of leaving her homeland filled her mind to bursting. How could she have been so stupid? But then she remembered him… remembered his gentle touch… and wept again because she knew she was losing something dearer than her home – being a demon land spirit, her love was unable to leave the shores of Japan.

Lighting an incense punk, Akina stood, and then swayed. Rising suddenly always made her head swim a bit, even more now that she was…

Her mother steadied her and guided her to the waiting taxi. Akina sat down roughly in the seat, struggling to buckle herself in. She was beginning to get in the habit of tucking the lower belt under her growing belly. Sullenly, she waited for her mother to get in, and tried to turn her mind away from the pain of losing everything she had held dear. A flash of anger hit her as her mother sat down in the back seat beside her, making dust float in the sunlit air around them. I’m not sorry for what I did, she thought… why is Mother treating me like such a pariah to the family?

They arrived at the airport, and her mother helped her to the curb, carrying her bags. “I’ll send the rest as soon as I can,” she said, breaking the silent tension between them. Akina said nothing, but looked at her mother through tear-blurred eyes. An awkward silence followed. Her mother softened a bit, her own anger fading as she realized what she was about to do. Before she could change her mind, she gave her daughter a quick embrace and hurried back to the taxi, never looking back.

So there Akina stood, watching her mother drive away. Numb, she watched as an airport worker took her bags for her, and she followed him to the plane like a robot. It was as if her entire family had just died. Akina could feel nothing but the gentle movements of the child within her womb as she waited for the plane to leave Japan.

The large stucco building was something like the buildings in Japan, in that it had a tile roof and nice clean white plaster, but also completely alien in form, being predominately a southwestern style complete with palm trees in the courtyard. Nervously, she rang the bell and peered in the large glass windows before her. This was the place their doctor had recommended? It seemed so… ordinary.

Soon a nurse in a crisp, white uniform and white shoes walked up and, seeing the shy, petite Japanese girl, smiled warmly. “Come in, come in… I’ll get someone to see to your bags. You must be Akina?” Only speaking a little English, she just nodded safely. The nurse escorted her to the receiving room, and pushed a button on the intercom. “The new one is here… yes, Akina… pretty little thing. Oh good…I’ll try to let her know.”

Turning to her, the nurse said, “Akina, a Japanese translator will be here shortly, okay?” Akina shrugged and nodded.

A few moments later a middle-aged Japanese woman with her hair in a bun secured with shell-inlaid chopsticks entered the room. In Japanese she said, “Ah, welcome Akina! Such a pretty name to match a pretty young lady. We have your doctor’s recommendations and your medical records already, so I think we’re all set. You have one of the newer rooms in the second wing, and it has a really lovely view of the central gardens in the courtyard. The other girls are very anxious to meet you too, so I think you’ll have some new friends.” She smiled warmly, just like the nurse.

“Thank you…” was all Akina could manage.

After a pause, the interpreter sat down in a chair opposite the girl to put her even more at ease. Clearing her throat, she continued. “My name is Miyoko, and I’m sure you have a lot of questions. Ask anything you want to, just let me know. We have no secrets here,” she laughed. Akina flushed red, not sure she liked this news. No secrets? Would everyone here… know?

Miyoko saw her discomfort and took her hand, scooting closer. “I know you’re new here, and maybe a bit shy, yes? Well, here at St. Francis we have many girls with the same things you’re going through… and some very different things too,” she chuckled softly. “Akina, this is a group home. We all eat in the common cafeteria, we share the recreation hall and the gardens, and we become friends. Well, most of us do,” said Miyoko, rolling her eyes. “There was this one young lady, the most antisocial thing I ever saw in my life. But she was like that before she ever got here,” she laughed again. Akina found herself smiling a bit too.

“Now, you may see some rather surprising things here, but that’s what we’re for. We handle the pregnancies that regular doctors and hospitals won’t or can’t. Your case file said the father was a… demon land spirit? Is that right?” Akina looked up, wide eyed, shocked to hear a stranger say it out loud in such an ordinary way. Not seeing any scorn or derision, she slowly nodded.

“Right, so until the baby is born we aren’t going to know 100% what we’ve got, but that’s what you have in common with every other girl here. Every single other girl here has an unusual pregnancy. You are more “normal” here than anywhere else on earth. Do you understand? This is where you belong right now.”

Akina kept staring at the woman, transfixed by what she was saying, and allowing her mind to wander. This place is home, like it or not… and every other girl here… was like her…

She finally found her voice. “Nobody will make fun of me?”

Miyoko smiled and patted her hand. “I promise. In fact, I’ll tell you a little secret.” She looked around conspiratorially. “I’ve been working here as a volunteer and part-time translator since I was a patient myself about 15 years ago,” she said as she winked. Akina stared at her, then remembered her manners and quickly looked at the floor. “I’m sorry… that was rude of me.”

The woman chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you what happened some time if you like. And of course you can tell me too, if you want. I always like to hear about the fathers, they’re always so interesting.” Akina smiled, then began to cry. “I…. miss him… so much…” she sobbed.

Miyoko held her for a long time as she wept, remembering. “He’s bound to the land… he can’t come here, and my mother says I’m never to return…” the despair hit her hard, especially as she sat there in the unfamiliar place on another continent, echoes of other languages barely audible in the hall outside.

Eventually she got hold of herself and found Miyoko’s hand holding a box of tissues next to her. Gratefully, she blew her nose and wiped the last of the tears away. “I’m sorry…” she mumbled. Miyoko rubbed her back and gave her another hug.

After another few minutes, Akina was ready to hear more about the St. Francis home. Her mother had told her so little – nothing much more than it was the only place a girl in her situation could go for the care she needed. Akina was never really sure what that meant, but she was beginning to understand.

Miyoko spent the next hour telling her all about the special facilities, their excellent security system, some of the cases she had seen, the sisterhood shared by the residents, the variety of foods available in the cafeteria (including sushi and tempura!), the various gardens on and around the grounds, and the 24/7 on duty nurses to take care of any emergency, day or night. Akina began to yawn, and Miyoko caught it immediately.

“…But you must be tired. Are you ready to see your room now?” Akina nodded and stood up slowly, still getting used to having a bit of a belly. “There’s just one more thing you need to know,” said Miyoko as she held the doorknob, effectively blocking it. “Some of these girls don’t look like average pregnancies. Some of them have grown very large, simply because of the father’s nature, naturally. And in a very few cases, their own bodies may change somewhat, they grow wings or get furry or whatever… although I don’t believe there’s anyone here like that now. But definitely some big ones!” She laughed again. “So try not to stare if you can, and they won’t stare back. Deal?” Miyoko’s infectious laugh caused Akina to smile and nod, the young woman now feeling both ready to make friends with these other girls and to feel a comfortable bed underneath her. Miyoko opened the door.

Akina followed her down the hall to the big double doors on the other side of the reception area. Immediately, she was hit with a jumble of sounds, mostly boisterous, echoing conversations in English that she could only pick some words out of. She could smell something delicious coming from another set of doors, and could hear dishes clattering behind them as well. They passed by an open doorway and she could see a few girls sitting and watching television, only one of them with a particularly huge belly. They turned to the left and walked to another wing of the building, where they passed a girl with long blonde hair in a pink maternity blouse who waved and smiled. Akina smiled back shyly and then followed Miyoko around another corner.

Opening the door for her, Miyoko smiled as the delight in Akina’s eyes shone. It was a traditional Japanese room! The windows slid sideways like shoji screen panels, there was rice matting on the floors and a comfortable futon bed already made up with pink cherry blossom linens. Slipping out of her shoes out of habit, Akina slowly wandered through the room and took it all in. She felt the silken comforter on the bed, looked inside the suite’s bathroom, grinned at the “Hello Kitty” bathrobe in the closet, then slid open the window and looked into the garden, this part of which was done in a traditional Japanese tea garden style complete with a small koi pond. She finally felt alive for the first time since leaving Japan.

“I love it!”

Akina felt her baby kick strongly as if in agreement, and she got to work putting her things away after Miyoko said goodbye. She remembered that dinner started at 5:00 PM, so she knew she had a couple of hours to relax. Feeling suddenly very tired after the plane trip, the taxi ride, the orientation session, and unpacking everything, before she knew it she had fallen asleep on the cloud-soft comforter.

Miyoko, suspecting jet lag, woke her up in time to eat, and they had dinner together and chatted. Akina felt somewhat shy, but was curious about all the others there. Some didn’t look pregnant at all, but some were so huge that they needed wheelchairs! She looked down at her own belly, still small enough that she was able to tie her shoes, but large enough that she was obviously with child to anyone who cared to notice on the street. She rubbed the tight shape and gazed around, careful not to stare.

Akina asked about each girl, some of whom waved and smiled when they saw that they’d been spotted. The blonde girl she had seen earlier had her back to them, and Miyoko said that the father of her baby was apparently some kind of previously unknown jungle plant. Akina’s eyes grew wide, then she remembered her manners and asked about the next girl. Her mate was a large black dog that only appeared on the full moon. Unconsciously, Akina rubbed her belly a little more. And the one on the far left in the wheelchair with the long black hair? An interesting case, said Miyoko – she had a dream of mating with an elephant one night and then the next morning found her belly four months pregnant, or at least the size of it. The baby within Akina kicked very hard then, and she was reminded of the strange new life inside her own womb.

The days turned to weeks, and girls came and went at the home. Akina’s belly grew bigger, and she began picking up more English with Miyoko’s tutoring. One evening, she couldn’t sleep and wandered over to the room with the large television, when she encountered three girls already there. They had the lights down low, and were speaking very quietly. When they saw Akina, they waved for her to come closer.

“We’re talking about how we got preggers, you want to listen?” An obviously pregnant girl of about 15 winked and patted a chair next to her.

“I… not speak English… good,” ventured Akina, her face reddening. Had she said it right?

“Maybe you’ll learn something, eh?”

Grasping her meaning, Akina nodded and sat down, cradling her bulging belly before her.

“Okay,” the girl continued quietly and slowly, “so there I was in this old house, right? And out of nowhere something grabs me. There’s nothing but air, but I can feel something holding my arms. Then this cold breeze blows up my skirt, and this mist starts swirling around me.” Akina watched her hands and listened carefully, then noticed that all of them, including herself, were rubbing their swollen bellies, eager for the story to continue.

“Then this mist gets thicker right in front of my twat.” She licked her lips, then looked at Akina and pointed to her crotch. Akina nodded, her mouth slightly open, her eyes growing bigger.

“Then this thick mist pushes up my skirt and inside my pussy, and oh man…” she slowly pointed two fingers upward to show what she had felt, the other girls beginning to breathe more rapidly. Then she closed her eyes and started rotating her fingers, finally adding a third as a little moan escaped her lips. Akina was transfixed and felt moisture in her panties.

“Whatever the hell that thing was fucked me real good… I swear I felt that thing all the way into my soul. I never came so hard in my life,” she laughed. Akina suddenly realized that she’d been holding her breath. “What about you, Akina?”

Coming back to herself, she realized that all eyes were on her. She turned very red and refused to speak at first, but they coaxed her into telling her story as best she could. She was so worked up from the previous one, she had to try.

“Japan, have spirits… land spirits, maybe demons, yes?” She waited to be sure she was saying it right, then continued. “He… huge dragon of Tenyoshu… but get small for me.” She pointed at her crotch and the girls nodded, understanding. “He turns like man… green long part…” The rest of her story was pantomime, showing how he had impregnated her with his long tentacle-like penis again and again. The girls sighed, one of them even fingered herself as she watched Akina’s hands dance like a snake, then penetrate, then dance again. Finally Akina simply smiled and looked down at her growing belly. They all hugged her and for a long time they all sat together talking.

Weeks turned to months, and finally Akina’s time had come. The huge shape inside her was almost constantly twisting and moving, shoving her this way and that, forcing itself into her ribcage or crashing into her bulging form as if it wanted to break out through her navel. She welcomed the first few pangs of birth, knowing that it would all soon be over… but already missing it a bit too.

The birth was uneventful, a beautiful baby being delivered vaginally and handed into motherly arms. Her face was so beautiful, Akina though, so much like her father’s face. And much like him in other ways, she discovered…

“Oh, a hermaphrodite,” remarked one of the nurses, and Miyoko translated for her. “It means having both male and female organs,” she said, and Akina began to understand. Several green tentacle-like penises wriggled around the edges of a perfectly-formed human vagina, the baby’s skin greenish and covered with soft scales over the hips and buttocks. Akina breathed a sigh of relief – something that can be covered with a dress, she thought. The forked tongue, however, was going to be more difficult, she realized quickly as she felt it explore her engorged nipple while the infant nursed.

End of Part 1.