Petre stifled a yawn.

The room was dim and unfamiliar. He turned over sluggishly, to his left and then to his right, but the walls and the furniture felt like strangers to him. Another yawn tickled the back of his throat, and he loosed it in a lonesome wail.

"Peeeetre!"

His mother's shrill shout sounded from downstairs, but he pretended not to have heard it.

"Petre Predav! Wake up!"

"Tired," Petre mumbled to himself, and he let his heavy lids close shut.

His dreamless sleep was interrupted by a heavy weight (Like a sack of ripe potatoes) that rested unevenly across his chest. Breath came to him in short rasps, and he opened his eyes only reluctantly.

"Waaake up!" said a mischievous voice.

"Get off," Petre said, still half asleep. He tried to shake his cuz off of his chest, but Manya did not budge.

"Your mom told me to wake you up," Manya said, and try as Petre might to fall back to sleep, his cuz began to pinch and pull on his cheeks.

"Fine!" Petre shouted, and Manya fell off his bed in surprise.

His cuz hit the floor with a loud thud, and his concern was allayed by a momentary flutter of her skirt. Manya had chosen bear-print underwear for whatever reason.

"S-sorry," Petre said as sat up in bed.

"What are you doing up there?" his mother shouted from downstairs. "The two of you are going to be late!"

"Last time I try to do you a favor," Manya said. She rubbed the back of her head as she rose to her feet.

Petre's thoughts filled with panic, and his face flushed, as he noticed a familiar... wooden sensation from his lower waist. Having his cuz grind against his chest had not helped (Not that there was anything attractive about the imp).

"Well, I'm a-awake then," Petre said. He could not meet Manya's eyes. "You can leave."

Her uniform looked almost the the same as his own blue-grey polo shirt and vest, but Manya's hugged her body in places that demanded attention (Especially if you were a hormonal sixteen year old boy).

"Oh my," his cuz said, and he followed her gaze with a burst of fresh embarrassment. "Is having a girl in your room too much excitement?"

"Just get out!" Petre shouted. "Mom! Why'd you let Manya- "

"Are you still not ready?" his mother shouted, her voice and feet stomping towards his room.

The door flew open, and she stood at its doorway like a totem of red rage.

"Not dressed!" she exclaimed, and she yanked back the covers without a care. Behind her, Manya stifled her laughter as poorly as she could. The little imp. "Get up!"

"You really know how to ruin someone's morning," Petre said as the two of them rushed to school. They did not live too far away, and on most days could walk to school without worry of being late.

"Oh my," Manya said. "Did I interrupt some morning ritual? Is your cannon still at the ready?"

"Stop that," Petre said, his face aflame. "Your... your family. Don't say such weird things."

"I wouldn't dream of saying anything that would upset you, big brother," Manya said, and her short red hair bounced and jostled with laughter.

"Yeah, yeah," Petre muttered to himself. His thoughts were so preoccupied with Manya's teasing that he did not see the other uniformed body in-front of him.

"Watch out!" Manya cried, and he felt her pull back hard on his backpack.

Petre was jerked backwards where he fell unceromoniously on his rear end. He looked up, and the person he saw made him want to melt away in embarrassment.

"You're on ground," Blurb said, her small pouty lips pushed together in surprise.

"M-m-morning," Petre said, his face beet red. Most mornings he would have killed to see his classmate, Blurb. She was as small and adorable as a doll, with pearly white hair to match.

"Blurb help up?" Blurb asked, and she offered him her snow-white hand.

"He's fiiiiine," Manya said, and despite his cuz's small stature, she pulled him to his feet by the strap of his backpack. "Don't worry about him. You can go on ahead."

"W-we can walk together," Petre said, looking between Manya and Blurb. "If that's... OK?"

"Mmm, mmm," Blurb cooed like a small puppy. Petre had the sudden impulse to scratch her chin, which just went to show what an enormous loser he was. Blurb would never be interested in someone like him.

Manya, Blurb, and Petre continued to school with little conversation. He was terribly aware of how sweaty his hands were and how he had not had a chance to take a bath that morning. He tried to take a sneaky sniff of his uniform, but only succeeded in looking like more of a creep.

This was such a perfect chance to talk to Blurb, his high school crush, but Petre could not think of what to say. And worse, he knew whatever he did say would be eviscerated by his mischievous cuz.

And so they arrived at the school gates without little more than a few polite pleasantries exchanged between them. While Blurb was in his class, he almost never had a chance to talk with her. Blurb was so quiet and mysterious that it was hard to approach her sometimes.

"Hurry up now!" the new school principal said from the school entrance.

Petre could not remember what her name was, though one nickname had stuck amongst most of the boys.

The new principal's breasts swayed back and forth like enormous watermelons full of delightful juice. Not just of Petre's classmates had fantasized about how great it would be to crack them open for a sip.

"Ogling them like a monkey, cuz?" Manya asked, and his heart skipped a beat.

"W-what?"

"The Principal's breasts," his cuz said, and Petre felt his heart break in two. Blurb was right next to them. "You were practically drooling."

"N-no," Petre said. "Why are you a-always saying such weird things?"

"Why are you boys all obsessed with big breasts?" Manya asked, and intentionally or not, she pressed her hands against her own flat chest.

"Don't be j-jealous just because you're as flat as a board," Petre said.

"There is nothing wrong with... with not looking like some cow!" Manya said. Despite her earlier mischief, her own face had become flushed and embarrassed.

"Hah!" Petre cried out. It was good to see his cuz on the defensive for a change. "And there's something good about having mosquito bites like those?"

"Petre... only like big?"

His smile remained frozen as he turned to Blurb. He had almost completely forgotten she was with them.

Blurb pressed her snow-white hands against her own chest. Her breasts were even smaller than Manya's.

"N-no. Not at all!" Petre said tripping over his tongue. "Small is good, too. You have good breasts, Blurb!"

And the words had scarcely left his mouth before a thousand spikes were pushed through his tongue.

He watched Blurb's face fill with red emotion, her eyes nervously turn to and fro, and he wanted to die.

"Petre big pervert..." Blurb said, and she hurried away towards the school building, leaving Petre's heart in pieces and Manya in hysterical laughter.

"You are an actual idiot! A complete lack of intelligence!" Manya cackled as she slapped her knee. "I am going to die! She'll never talk to you again! I am going to die!"

Petre wanted to die. He watched Blurb disappear into the school and wondered what would happen if he just went back home and buried his head in his pillows.

"Come on, cuz," Manya said, as if she could sense his desire. "Go and face the firing squad."

Petre was led into the school as others looked on suspiciously at Manya's burst of bubbly laughter and his downtrodden downward stare.

How could he have been so stupid...

A purple foam wet the human's cold lips.

Urska had spat him back up out of curiosity. He had a dumb look on his face, which was not altogether his fault. Most humans had dumb looks on their faces. But there was something... endearing about his drugged mien. Urska had to suppress the urge to chew off his lips.

She pushed him back into her stomach as the h̸u̷n̷g̴e̴r̸ tickled and rent. With another hand she began to sift through her belly until her hand alighted on the cold metal.

Urska retrieved the Receiver, still attached to same hapless human leg. They had assigned her a... babysitter? She could not remember the word, but while she had tried her best to get along with the human, one day she had woken up to find him in her belly. And in several pieces.

The Receiver looked like an enormous watch, and it flipped open with relative ease. There were two buttons, which she pressed at the same time. She could never remember which one she was supposed to press.

[ Report. ]

"Huullo, huullo!" Urska said, pressing down both buttons. "Super Sexy Entity Zero-Nine-out-of-Ten here!"

The White Rat did not answer from the other side.

"You reaaaally know how to m̸̺̑a̸͈͘ḵ̸̋è̵̥ ̸̞̍m̴̗̏e̴̞͌ embarrassed," Urska said as she gnawed on the two buttons in frustration. "That was funny."

The White Rat kept their silence, and so Urksa let out an annoyed sigh.

"The hatchlings were destroyed," she said. "I have the other three safe in my belly."

[ That not what order. Destroy Brood- ]

"And you think I give a d̶̻͝a̴̓͜m̸̪̿n...?" Urska asked. "The children are dead. The incubator is under my control."

[ And human? ]

"Un, deux, trois!" Urska said, and she struck a theatrical pose that may have been caught by satellite. "I said three! He is with the others."

The White Rat did not respond.

"Alive," Urska said, and a white hate filled her vision. The two buttons seemed to blend into one, and the trees around her started to dissolve into a wet mush. "And if y̵̳͆ȯ̸͕ư̵̢r̶̳̈ ̸̝̎p̴̮̏ẹ̶̈́o̵̺̚ṕ̶̥l̴̠͆e̷̩̓ try to change that with another bomb, I ẅ̴́ͅi̶̲͆l̵̘͘l̵͓͒ survive, and I will- "

[ Enough anger. Fine. You back come here? ]

She had to wait a moment for the white frost of her anger to smolder away.

"Yes," Urska said as she felt her children churn within her stomach. "W̴͉̋e are coming back."