Diary of a Teenaged Mimic

Dear Diary,

Y’know, it’s weird, the whole thing with Marie. I haven’t talked about it here a lot, because pampering someone who’s laid up isn’t really a high impact or interesting thing most of the time. I mean, it’s not boring. If all I did for the rest of my life was attend to permanently temporarily incapable of self care Marie, or any of my other ladies, I think I could lose myself in that, and not really in an awful way. If I wasn’t a Goddess, if I only had the ability to be in one place at a time, and that place was caring for someone I loved, I think I maybe could be satisfied with that. I’m not sure, mind you, because it’s only been a month, and I’ve had so much other stuff to do alongside that, but I haven’t once thought anything other than warm fuzzy thoughts about feeding her, bathing her, carrying her around, combing her hair and fur, applying the gentlest of stimulation until her breathing caught and she clutched at me.

Yeah, one of me has been snuggled up to Marie more or less twenty four seven with the exception of those nights I’ve spent at Temple Revels. If you think we didn’t get up to very careful shenanigans, I don’t know what to say by this point. But here’s the thing, we didn’t really do that nearly as much as I thought we would, and only a little bit of that was because of her ’delicate condition’, which I have a hard time even thinking, and only a little more was because of her granulated, slowly healing hips. Mostly we just... I dunno. ’Snuggled’ isn’t wrong, but it seems somehow incomplete. We did intimate things, but not sexual things, is probably the best way to put it. For almost every moment of every day for a here and now month, which is twenty eight days, we had almost continuous skin on skin contact.

I think that may have done more for me than any single therapy session thus far. Her acceptance of me in every aspect of her life. Being useful to her. Having her rely on me without any sense of obligation or debt, just gentle care and loving affection and constant, soft attention.

But I absolutely get why she decided to stop. I’ve been in that position way more than once. Completely laid out, whether by injury or exertion. Each of those times, Marie nursed me back to health. Each and every time, after enjoying being coddled for a while, I wound up needing to get my ass in motion. I totally get that Marie isn’t gonna feel quite the same as my terminaly ADHD ass, but even so, we’re both really physical sorts. Also, I think we’re both the kind of person who wants to be doing something. It might be weird, but the times she took care of me, I wasn’t doing anything, so I got antsy. But taking care of her wound up feeling totally satisfying, like doing something.

So dinner wound up being the first time since our wedding that Marie helped me bring dinner out. After which she sat me down and fed me. I think she felt some kind of way about not being able to do that for a month. She stood between Saffron and Siobhan and I, spooning stew into all of us. It got a little messy, even with Marie being the precision machine that she is, because she got a little hurried, and while I could tell she wasn’t frantic or anything, the three of us wound up laughing so hard out of pure joy we each wound up sputtering stew on ourselves.

At Bath time she took great delight in cleaning us all up. When Siobhan floated with me, I quietly asked, ”is she okay to do all this?”

She smiled. ”I healed her pelvis, her hips, everything in that area. She’s fine.”

”I kinda meant what with carting eight kittens around.”

”Oh! From what I can tell and what I’ve learned, she’s still in her first trimester.”

”I hope so, it’s only been a month.”

She wobbled her head side to side. ”There’s a dearth of information on Maenad pregnancies. I’d almost think it’s never happened before.”

At that point our Maenad Wifey slipped into the Bath with Saffron. ”It Hasn’t.”

”Uh, okay, then how are you determining what trimester it is?”

Siobhan paused, thinking. ”How much do you know about pregnancy?”

I shrugged. ”I aced Sex Ed in Health class.” She just stared at me, so I continued with, ”I know it takes forty weeks, different stuff happens in different trimesters. First is pretty low key, second is where you start to see a bump, and holy shit she’s already got a full on baby belly are we sure she’s not third trimester already?”

Siobhan smiled and laughed, I might have felt some kinda way, but she definitely didn’t mean anything bad by it. Just a natural reaction to my stream of consciousness bullshit. ”You could Assess her.”

”That shows the Trimester?”

”It does now,” clarified Saffron.

I took a deep breath, let it out to calm myself down. ”Good to know. Even if there is way more of her to love at the moment.” I pulled Marie over atop me, laying her head on my breasts and putting my arms around her. Saffron and Siobhan each murmured agreement, and we all stayed cuddled up like that until the kids said they were ready for bed.

Dreamt of my Murder Mittens dancing with my other ladies all at once. Realized after a bit that there were two of her for each of them, which felt incredibly right for no reason I could name.

In the morning, I took our kids back to school, accompanied my Saffrons and my Siobhan to their daily duties, and for the first time in a month took my Marie back with me to the Academy. So cool seeing her direct the other Maids around.

Of course, when she first arrived, there was maybe a little bit of... I’m not sure. Culture clash, maybe? Definitely something like that. We arrived, and Marie’s sisters gathered around her, welcoming her. Then they saw her neck and wrists. A few of them who’d gathered around reached out, tentative, touching the thick, black stripes.

”How?” One of them grated out, her voice as creaky as I remembered Marie’s being when I first arrived.

She pulled the me in the Maid uniform to her. ”My Vlickies!” She sounded so fuckin’ proud of me. I kinda swelled up, and the Maenads gathered around me. They... did not look nearly as pleased as Marie sounded. They growled, low and dangerous sounding, which was not copacetic making. Then Marie’s arms went around me, pulled me to her. ”My Wife.”

Then she growled, deeper and louder than her sisters. After a few moments of that, one by one they all backed down, looking down at their feet. When they looked back up, they realized that Marie’s profile wasn’t really the same as it had been when she left. Again they reached out, this time even more tentative, claws sneaking around me toward her belly. This time I growled, because them playing around with Marie’s new body mods was one thing, but...

Holy shit, I was losing my shit about letting the Maenads get near my kids. I smiled a little sheepishly. ”Sorry, ladies. I’m a little protective of my Murder Mittens and her Kittens.”

”Ours, Vlickies.”

That got me an entirely different kind of awestruck look from the Maenads. After a few moments of stunned silence, they slid around us, gently touching Marie’s belly. Then an avalanche of purring washed over us both.

After like twenty minutes of that, Marie looked around, smirked, and said, ”Breakfast Time.”

Yeah, some things are awesome and cool and cuddly and wonderful, but life goes on, and work still needs to be done. But that’s okay too.