[scribe tale] Rite of becoming - Part 1/3


"Oh shoot! It's time already?!"
I glared at the calender beside my bed, re-counting the days from my third
genesis. It was time.
"Time for what?"
Cossack asked sleepily from my bed, sitting up and stretching. I nearly
pounced him, having woken feeling amorous as I often do. But no, I had to
prepare for the rites.
"My Rite of Becoming. It has to be performed a specific amount of time
after a genesis in order to cement the abilities I've gained-eep!"
I yelped in surprise when his arms wrapped around my waist and he nipped my
back. There are times when I truely regret that I'm so much taller than he
is.
"So how much time does it take?"
"The rite itself is only about ten minutes long . . . it's the preperations
that take the most time, usually all day."
I turned around in his arms, looking down on his head as he nuzzled my
chest. Sometimes, however, his height is just right. I couldn't help
myself. I love it when he does that.
- - - - -
Several hours later, after two shared showers and an experiment with edible
massage oil, Cossack and I were laying out the basic chalk lines of the
diagram with snap-string. I was very happy to find snap-string, as you
pull it out, lay it down tight along where you want the chalk, pluck it so
that it snaps loudly, and presto! You've got a straight line of chalk on
the ground. Before, it would have been a nub of chalk and a yardstick to
get straight lines, along with a lot of time. But with snap-string it took
. . . oh, five minutes.
Now it was time to hit the books and research the alterations I would need
to make from the design of my second genesis Rite of Becoming. First
thing, find out what herbs I was going to need, and to send Cossack to go
ask Haggar for a incense burner.
'Ok . . . let's see . . I have the cedar chips, the dried rose petals . . .
no idea where I'm going to find pine needles, maybe someone has some pine
extract? . . . maybe Dom or Tamy has some vanilla beans I can use . . ."
Making note of any and all other herbs and other stinky things needed, I
set off in search of them.
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[scribe tales] Rite of Becoming - Part 2/3


"Umm . . Sarah?"
Cossack gave me a sheepish, and highly embarresed as well as disgusted,
grin when I turned around to face him. I frowned, seeing the rips in his
clothing.
"Let me guess, she attacked you."
"Mm-hm."
"Well, keep an eye on this stuff and I'll go ask. Don't let it boil out of
the pot, and give it a stir occaisionally."
Leaving him to his task, I stalked down the halls to Haggar's domain (aka:
pit of dispair and a utterly horny witch). Judging by the noise, either
Sparky Zarky was in there or Mumm-Ra was. By the vocal enthusiasm, it was
Mumm-Ra. I waited twenty minutes to let them wrap up before kicking on the
door.
"Mrow?"
"Hi Coba. Just trying to get an incense burner of the pedestal type."
Coba blinked at me, meowed again, then began trotting off, glancing back at
me as if to say "follow". Not having any other ideas, I did. He lead me
to the door of Haggar's lab, and with a few swipes of a paw, opened the
door to let me in. That place is WEIRD! I soon found what I was looking
for, and leaving a note promising her a new bottle of aphrodisiac in return
for the use of the burner, quickly hurried back to the harem area with Coba
stretched along my shoulders purring. I scratched gently behind his ears
as I set the burner up in correct spot in the diagram on the floor.
"Hey, Sarah, the thing's boiling and it turned green."
Cossack called out from his position beside pot. Coba hissed at Cossack
when I came over to check the pot. I get the feeling they don't like each
other much.
- - - - -
"Why can't I help you get ready?"
"Remember the showers from earlier? I need to be able to do the rite at
midnight, not who knows how damned early in the morning."
"Hmph."
"Don't worry. If all goes well, you're in for a very interesting night. .
. . wipe that dopey grin off your face."
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[scribe tale] Rite of Becoming - part 3/3


"Now, sit still and don't pester me. This is going to take concentration."
Coba meowed at me from where I had placed him on the couch. Cossack was
watching me from across the room, fire extinguisher in hand. I had told
him to have it handy in case something went wrong, and that most likely the
accident would be firey in nature.
"Are you sure you have to do this?"
He looked worried, fidgeting nervously with the canister.
"Yes. If I don't, I won't be able to get my abilities under control for a
long time."
I kissed him briefly, running my claws lightly down his arm making his arm
hair rise up in goosebumps.
"Don't worry."
I took up my place within the diagram on the floor, being careful not to
smudge the lines. A deep breath to keep my voice from trembling, and I
began. First lighting the candles with a simple fire spell, the first with
my own breath-fire. The flames burned steadily, a deep, warm grey-blue.
Second came the incantation.
~King of winter frost
~Father of mine father's line
~I ask for thy help
~to bind the power of mine.
A chill as bitter as wind off the mountains of Germany swirled and stormed
through the room, blowing the flames of the candles everywhich way but not
putting them out.
~As one of the line you sired
~As the warmth within heritage's fire
~As one of your grandchildren
~I ask you to grant what I desire
With a hollow moan, the wind surged into the diagram, setting it aflame
with pale white fire. Third done, two thirds yet to do.
~Queen of the english rose
~Mother of mine mother's line
~I ask for thine help
~to bind the power of mine
As the wind had before, a pale pink mist filled the room, smelling of roses
and steel, heather and blood. It swirled and eddied, threatening to put
out the still-burning candles with it's dampness. The coppery tint to it's
smell nearly made me gag, but I was able to continue.
~As a child of your bloody lands
~As a blade forged in scottish fire
~As a descendent of your royal line
~I ask you to grant what I desire
The flames of the candles flared up, burning away the mist . . . or sucking
it in, as the flames changed from grey-blue to a bloody pink with grey at
their centers. Only the final stretch left . . .
~I call upon my family
~The mixing of two so ancient line
~I ask for all your help
~to bind this power of mine
A murmur of voices slowly filled the room, some distinct and clearly heard,
some so soft as to barely know they were there.
~Blood of my blood
~sharing a family's fire
~weird and loving, always there
~please help me take what I desire
The voices began to meld, slowly becoming a single, pure tone that slowly
rose in pitch. A feeling of liquid fire raced up my skin, setting me
aflame with pain. I could feel me power, feel it's fire, feel the sharp
bite of it's cold. It shifted within me, burning, freezing, slowly
changing. The pressure built, threatening to tear me apart. A shift,
almost slipping, and everything snapped into place. Power, warm, sweet,
salty, all in all a heady mixture. I open my eyes, not being aware of
having closed them.
Cossack was staring at me with wide eyes from across the room. I gave him
a gentle smile, stepping towards him.
"All done."
His hands tremble as he reaches out to me . . . almost as if he's afraid I
might disappear. I grab him in a bear hug.
"Hey, I'm ok."
"That was freaky. You . . . seemed to go transparent, for a while."
"Well, I'm fine now. Wanna go try out the hot tub?"
"Whoo-hoo!"
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[scribe tale] Knock^


I have no idea where this stands in the continuity other than it's after
Rice-A and my rite of becoming (in fact, it's a result of what happened
directly after the rite). Yes, Moon, Tamy, I did alter this a little from
the version I sent you two. ^_^
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"Hello Lotor."
"How did you know it was me?"
"The way you breath, and aura, are very distinct. Is something troubling
you?"
" . . . What are you doing?"
"Tissue tests. Basically to see if anyone's gotten something, or pregnant.
It's the fastest way to find pregnancies in the main harem, as the ditzs
don't always report them until a few months before birth. It also works
fairly well for the scribes, as then they don't have to go through batches
of embarressing tests. And this way, it's easier to find out who the father
is while she still remembers whom she took to bed."
"Hmph."
"You didn't answer my question."
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"You wouldn't come in here otherwise."
" . . . "
"It's about Moonsilk, am I right?"
" . . . I am worried about harming her again."
"Well, that first time was partially her own fault. Without at least some
arousal, the vaginal chanel is dry, and not very stretchable at that point.
Did you know it's actually only a few inches long?"
" . . . that was definitely more information that I was expecting. . . Any
suggestions?"
"Just a bit . . . there. Hmm, got a pregnancy in the harem, but which one?
Lemme track down the number. The best way to handle a woman of her size
is to help her to climax at least once before intercourse, and afterwards,
to take it slowly at first. A lot of men find that quite fun. Ah, here's
the . . number . . ."
"Thank you for the advice, Doc."
" . . . "
"Doctor?"
" . . . "
"Is something wrong?"
" . . . oh lord . . . HOW LONG AGO?!"
"How long ago what?"
"I wasn't asking you!! Damnit! Where's that section?!"
"What are you talking about, wench?!"
"Here it is! 'following this chart you can estimate how long ago
conception was, as the redder it gets, the farther along the pregnancy is'
. . . okaayy . . . that's way too light . . . two weeks ago . . . that
would be just after"
"Which one is pregnant?"
" . . . "
"Tamysan?"
" . . . "
"Moonie, Jenn, Dom, who?!"
" . . . I think I shall go take my anger out on Cossack. Pardon me."
"Beat up Cossack? What . . . heh . . . I see. *snicker* He finally got
you, didn't he?"
"Quit laughing or I'll strangle you."
"But weren't you on the injections?"
"I was . . . but the rite pretty much burned them out of me . . . . and the
rubbers broke a few times . . . . oh gods, I feel so embarressed . . . . "
"I'll go find Cossack for you."
"Thanks . . . Quit laughing."
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[scribe tale] Breaking the news


This is one where you can feel free to add your own responses as you find out the news . . . including teasing the parents to be. ^_^
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"Sarah? Are you all right?"
". . ."
"Lotor sent me here . . . he said you have something to tell me."
"I'm pregnant, you're the father, and it's due in about ten months."
" . . . "
"Did you hear me?!"
" . . . "
"I said, did you- . . . Cossack?"
" . . . "
"Cosssssaaack?"
" . . . "
"Cossie? Helloooo?"
" . . . "
"Hello, Drule to Cossack, response please."
" . . . "
"Cossack?"
" . . . "
"I'm going to set fire to your helmet."
" . . . "
"COSSACK!"
" . . . "
"I think I blew his mind."
" . . . "
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[scribe tale] I told Mom . . . .


" . . . "
"Sarah?"
"I just told my mother."
" . . . "
" . . . "
"How did she take it?"
"Fairly well. The only thing that really seemed to annoy her is that we're not married, Coss."
" . . . "
" . . . "
"Want to be?"
"Are you making a joke?"
"I guess that's a no then."
" . . . "
" . . . "
" . . . "
"Did you really just propose to me?"
"Mm-hm."
"Let me think on this. My family's going to be invading in a few days."
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[scribe tale] Never tell your work crew you're pregn

Elkrys, Jubin, Humar, and Tessin, were all standing in the doorway of my
room grinning at me. I did not particularly like the grins, nor the
mischevious looks in their eyes.
"We found something you left out."
Elkrys held up the test culture in which the results of my pregnancy test
lay. Uh-oh . . .
"Keeping secrets, boss?"
Jubin piped in, though how someone with a voice lower than Lurch from the
Addams Family could do that, I had no idea.
"I only found out this morning."
I spread my hands helplessly, warily watching them. They looked at each
other, and then mobbed me, dragging me out to the pool area.
"HEY! Oh no! NO WAY! DON'T-"
Well, I got some revenge, in that the splash completely doused them.
- - - - -
After dinner, more of their prankery was revealed in the form of a violet
fluffy teddy bear sitting on my desk. With a bow made of bright pink and
blue ribbons around it's neck. And a large t-shirt saying 'hatchling on
board' with an arrow pointing down.
"Just where in the world did they find these?"
I smoothed out the shirt, then noticed something beneath it. I pulled it
off to the side to reveal an art book . . . of Michael Whelan's work. I
had been looking for a copy for so long! Smiling, I opened the card that
sat upon it. The front said Congratulations, and inside:
Hey Boss!
Sincere congrats on the little wiggler, wantcha to know that, pranks and
all, we're here for you! Hit Cossack on the head a few times for us!
Love and Noogies,
Tessin, Humar, Elkrys, Jubin, Ellnika, Kunika, Yushu
Those sillies . . . determined, goofy, wacky, kind, sillies . . . .
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Sarah