Morning dawns on the Pollination
homestead (not that you can tell in this underground green box). Bart is
the first to wake up, while his not an alien husband
continues to slumber after their very fulfilling wedding night. Ever
health-conscious, Bart decides to start the day with an invigorating
workout.
That plan is derailed, however, as he's soon overcome with a sudden and fierce bout of nausea . . . .
BART - Oh, man. That's weird . . . Did I eat something bad yesterday?
Uuuuum . . . not quite, sweetie . . . .
Bart was distracted from his mysterious queasiness by Seven finally waking up. First on the agenda was complimenting his new husband on a job very well done the night before . . . .
And then Bart decided to give Seven the laptop computer he had sitting in his inventory. He knew Seven loved computers, while he didn't much care about them one way or another. It was a leftover present from his parents for his young adult birthday, but it'd go to much better use with his new husband. Seven was touched and overjoyed, already brimming with new scientific theories and ideas to be recorded.
But first . . . a little obligatory friskiness with his new mate . . . *both que up to go back to bed* HAH.
After the morning woohoo, Bart goes back to the 'kitchen' to get started on some proper breakfast. No more cold green nutrients for our alien.
He was right in the middle of trying to cook when the nausea that he'd been battling with all morning finally became too much to handle.
BART - Oh Plumbob save me, I think I'm gonna DIE!
Uuuuh . . . not quite . . . .
After that he was able to go back and finish the pancakes, and attempted to enjoy his first married breakfast. For Seven's part he cheerily and obliviously chowed down.
SEVEN - I had no idea Earth food could be so delicious. And not cold. :D
BART - You're welcome, babe.
While Bart got started on the dishes, Seven's intersteller communication device suddenly came to life. It was something he'd been dreading for quite some time, ever since imprinting on Bart. He still had every intention of pollinating his mate, but not for scientific study as was his original purpose. He certainly no longer had any plans or intentions of leaving Bart once the offspring were born, either.
SUPERIOR - Yo, Pollinator. How goes the mission? Got anything incubating yet?
SEVEN - S-stop pressuring me! I don't know how you expect me to function with all of this stress! You're smothering me!
SUPERIOR - . . . this is the first time I've contacted you since you landed, Seven. Is the mission still progressing at optimal parameters? Have you been compromised?
Ohoh, you have NO idea . . .
Panicking, Seven did the only thing he could think of.
SEVEN - I can't . . . hello? *ksssshhhh* The signal is breaking up! *cracklecrackle*
SUPERIOR - . . . seriously? You don't really think I'm falling for that crap, do you Seven?
SEVEN - . . . sorry! I still can't hear you! Try back next month! *hangs up*
Seven put the communicator away, trying to put his worries away with it, though that wasn't as easily done. His superior for this mission was Overlord Commander #6, after all. A powerful specimen of their species, proud and ruthless. And known for never failing any mission he was assigned. Seven knew that Six wouldn't give up that easily, but Seven now had no intentions of leaving Bart or giving up any offspring they had together, either. Hopefully he'd figure out a way to make that happen before Six showed up and pounded him into a little green stain.
The days passed. Seven and Bart received some wedding gifts from Bart's family. They sold the coffee maker since they didn't really have anywhere to put it and could use the extra funds. They hung up the two paintings they got, however, to spruce the bunker up a bit.
Seven was assigned Thank-You card duty.
SEVEN - I'm so happy. :D
D'aww, I'm glad sweetie.
Meanwhile, poor Bart wasn't sharing the same sentiments.
BART - Oh Plumbob, not again . . . *urk!*
*whistles innocently*
Just Seven, continuing to be adorable. Imprinted Aliens <3
These two are still in the 'honeymoon' stage, as you can see.
But then, suddenly, that night Bart is awoken by a very strange and foreign sensation indeed . . . .
SEVEN - *blissfully and obliviously dreams of offspring*
BART - *pops*
BART - . . . DAFUQ.
A quick trip to the hospital and a phone-call follow up later, and Bart's suspicions are confirmed.
BART - *hangs up* Oh, Seeeeveeeeeeeen!
Also, his 'maternity' clothes are plaid pajamas. *snicker* I don't actually have any modded clothes so unfortunately he never looks pregnant, but trust me. He is.
SEVEN - You called?
BART - Um, Sev . . . I don't really know how to say this, but . . . somehow . . . I'm pregnant.
SEVEN - Oh yes! I already knew. My kind can sense our offspring. My first pollination attempt on our wedding night was a success. All those other times were just because it's so much fun. :) But yay, a baby! Exciting, huh?
New Bookcase - *waves*
BART - No, NOT exciting! Seven, I'm a DUDE! Guys aren't supposed to have BABIES!
BART - Maybe where you come from this is possible--
SEVEN - You mean Riverview?
BART - . . . .
SEVEN - . . . ok, yes, I'm an alien.
BART - Earth Sim males can't have babies, Seven! I might die!
Seven was quick to reassure his mate, however.
SEVEN - Trust me, Bart. You are my lifemate. I would sooner kill myself than put you in harm's way. It IS possible for the males of your species to bear our offspring. You'll be fine. This is what I'm meant for, after all. It's right there in my name. Pollination Technician #7.
BART - Why would you even do this?
SEVEN - Well, the practice was first created in order to ensure the continuity of our species. Due to an evolutionary crisis, the females of my kind have become nearly extinct. Thus we developed the ability to impregnate any gender in order to survive.
BART - Wow.
SEVEN - You're in very capable hands, Bart. I'll help you along every step of the way.
BART - . . . alright. Thanks for explaining that to me. Sorry I blew up at you.
SEVEN - Not to worry. Your hormones are at highly escalated levels during this initial period of gestation. Unpredictable mood-swings are to be expected.
Seven was over the moon with the thought of finally having offspring with his chosen one. His excitement was pretty infectious, as it were, and Bart couldn't help but get caught up in it too despite his worries.
SEVEN - Hello in there, barely developed fetus! Daddy Seven is very anxious to see you fully developed!
The duo used some of the last of their funds to furnish the mysteriously-empty-up-until-now room with some necessary baby supplies.
Bart went to get a shower and promptly ensured that I'd have nightmares for weeks to come. O_o Apparently pregnant male sims don't have lower bodies while in the shower . . . *shudder*
The expectant parents get some simultaneous reading done. Seven is studying Earth garedening techniques for his job, while Bart brushes up on his parenting knowledge. Not that there's any literature that could prepare him for raising alien hybrid babies birthed from a guy, but he hoped the basics were pretty much the same.
BART - Hey, Uncle Juan! No, I'm glad you called actually. Yah, I've got some news. Seven and I are expecting a baby! Uh . . . no. We . . . we're not adopting. No, no surrogates either. It's me. I'm . . . I'm having the baby.
BART - No, I'm NOT high on bubbles! I really AM having a baby! . . . why are you laughing? I know where you live, Uncle Juan. I swear I'll come over there and--
SEVEN - Remember your blood pressure, Bart.
Bart's family took the news that he was expecting in various ways.
All too soon, Seven got another dreaded call on his communicator.
SIX - Alright, cut the crap Seven. We know you've pollinated at least one hybrid. When can we expect extraction?
SEVEN - Never! I don't care about the mission. I'm staying here on Earth with Bart, and our offspring are staying here with us!
SIX - I don't think you heard me correctly the first time, so I'm going to repeat myself very slowly and carefully. You WILL have that hybrid brat ready for extraction by the time I get there, or I will make you regret EVER BEING SPAWNED! *line goes dead*
SEVEN - . . . well. That . . . went well. O_o
Meanwhile Bart had been invited to a house party by his Uncle Juan Jr. Unfortunately for some unknown reason Juan wasn't even there. Probably out getting busy with the Caliente sisters. Instead his roommate was forced to play host to the cranky expectant daddy-mama.
BART - My back! It hurtz! I hate liiiiiiiiife!
ROOMMATE - Uh . . . can I interest you in some juice?
ROOMMATE - *hand shake* Welcome to the house, Bart!
BART - DIAF. :)
Whether it was his pregnancy crankiness or natural crankiness (Mean Spirited and Hot Headed traits) Bart kept rolling wants to be mean to poor Roommate here (Sorry, I can't for the life of me remember his name. XD )
BART - This party is garbage! GARBAGE!
ROOMMATE - *gasp* Bart is behaving innapropriately! If he continues I'm going to have to ask him to leave!
His Frugal trait also had Bart going throughout the house turning off all the lights.
BART - Clap off! Woo!
And then the Roommate decided to come in and autonomously rub and talk to Bart's nonexistant belly.
ROOMMATE - Wow, there's really a baby in there? Far out! Hey baby! Heeeeeey! Goo goo! GOO GOO!
BART - You are seriously freaking me out right now, dude.
Back in the bunker, Seven had his own troubles . . . .
SEVEN - This primitive waste disposal unit is broken AGAIN!
Welcome to Legacy Living, Seven. :D
And finally, the awaited day had come.
BART - OH GOD! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!
SEVEN'S COWORKER - Uh . . . what's going on?
SEVEN - Ooo yay! It's baby time! :)
S.COWORKER - OH HOLY PLUMBOBS! That guy is giving birth?! What in the hell is going on here?!
SEVEN - Yes, Mrs. Inkbeard? Bart wanted me to inform you when our baby had arrived. I would just like to let you know that it is arriving right now.
BART - SEVEN! Hang up that fucking phone RIGHT NOW and get over here and HELP MEEEE!
S.COWORKER - I can't be seeing this! *runs away*
Despite all the drama and fuss, Seven was true to his word. Bart came through the birthing process just fine, and they both welcomed their first hybrid offspring with much joy and excitement. (The co-worker had long-since run for the hills). Introducing Orion Pollination. Born with the traits Couch Potato and Brave, he's a Virgo like his daddy Bart, shares his favorite color of green, and likes Tri-Tip Steak and Roots music.
And Daddy Seven couldn't be more proud.
__________________________
Another one down! I hope you enjoyed!
STATS!
Generations - 2
LTWs Complete - 0
Portraits - 0
100,000 Simoleons Earned - 0
100,000 Aspiration Points Earned - 0
Skill Challenges Complete - 0
Total = 2 Point(s)
That plan is derailed, however, as he's soon overcome with a sudden and fierce bout of nausea . . . .
BART - Oh, man. That's weird . . . Did I eat something bad yesterday?
Uuuuum . . . not quite, sweetie . . . .
Bart was distracted from his mysterious queasiness by Seven finally waking up. First on the agenda was complimenting his new husband on a job very well done the night before . . . .
And then Bart decided to give Seven the laptop computer he had sitting in his inventory. He knew Seven loved computers, while he didn't much care about them one way or another. It was a leftover present from his parents for his young adult birthday, but it'd go to much better use with his new husband. Seven was touched and overjoyed, already brimming with new scientific theories and ideas to be recorded.
But first . . . a little obligatory friskiness with his new mate . . . *both que up to go back to bed* HAH.
After the morning woohoo, Bart goes back to the 'kitchen' to get started on some proper breakfast. No more cold green nutrients for our alien.
He was right in the middle of trying to cook when the nausea that he'd been battling with all morning finally became too much to handle.
BART - Oh Plumbob save me, I think I'm gonna DIE!
Uuuuh . . . not quite . . . .
After that he was able to go back and finish the pancakes, and attempted to enjoy his first married breakfast. For Seven's part he cheerily and obliviously chowed down.
SEVEN - I had no idea Earth food could be so delicious. And not cold. :D
BART - You're welcome, babe.
While Bart got started on the dishes, Seven's intersteller communication device suddenly came to life. It was something he'd been dreading for quite some time, ever since imprinting on Bart. He still had every intention of pollinating his mate, but not for scientific study as was his original purpose. He certainly no longer had any plans or intentions of leaving Bart once the offspring were born, either.
SUPERIOR - Yo, Pollinator. How goes the mission? Got anything incubating yet?
SEVEN - S-stop pressuring me! I don't know how you expect me to function with all of this stress! You're smothering me!
SUPERIOR - . . . this is the first time I've contacted you since you landed, Seven. Is the mission still progressing at optimal parameters? Have you been compromised?
Ohoh, you have NO idea . . .
Panicking, Seven did the only thing he could think of.
SEVEN - I can't . . . hello? *ksssshhhh* The signal is breaking up! *cracklecrackle*
SUPERIOR - . . . seriously? You don't really think I'm falling for that crap, do you Seven?
SEVEN - . . . sorry! I still can't hear you! Try back next month! *hangs up*
Seven put the communicator away, trying to put his worries away with it, though that wasn't as easily done. His superior for this mission was Overlord Commander #6, after all. A powerful specimen of their species, proud and ruthless. And known for never failing any mission he was assigned. Seven knew that Six wouldn't give up that easily, but Seven now had no intentions of leaving Bart or giving up any offspring they had together, either. Hopefully he'd figure out a way to make that happen before Six showed up and pounded him into a little green stain.
The days passed. Seven and Bart received some wedding gifts from Bart's family. They sold the coffee maker since they didn't really have anywhere to put it and could use the extra funds. They hung up the two paintings they got, however, to spruce the bunker up a bit.
Seven was assigned Thank-You card duty.
SEVEN - I'm so happy. :D
D'aww, I'm glad sweetie.
Meanwhile, poor Bart wasn't sharing the same sentiments.
BART - Oh Plumbob, not again . . . *urk!*
*whistles innocently*
Just Seven, continuing to be adorable. Imprinted Aliens <3
These two are still in the 'honeymoon' stage, as you can see.
But then, suddenly, that night Bart is awoken by a very strange and foreign sensation indeed . . . .
SEVEN - *blissfully and obliviously dreams of offspring*
BART - *pops*
BART - . . . DAFUQ.
A quick trip to the hospital and a phone-call follow up later, and Bart's suspicions are confirmed.
BART - *hangs up* Oh, Seeeeveeeeeeeen!
Also, his 'maternity' clothes are plaid pajamas. *snicker* I don't actually have any modded clothes so unfortunately he never looks pregnant, but trust me. He is.
SEVEN - You called?
BART - Um, Sev . . . I don't really know how to say this, but . . . somehow . . . I'm pregnant.
SEVEN - Oh yes! I already knew. My kind can sense our offspring. My first pollination attempt on our wedding night was a success. All those other times were just because it's so much fun. :) But yay, a baby! Exciting, huh?
New Bookcase - *waves*
BART - No, NOT exciting! Seven, I'm a DUDE! Guys aren't supposed to have BABIES!
BART - Maybe where you come from this is possible--
SEVEN - You mean Riverview?
BART - . . . .
SEVEN - . . . ok, yes, I'm an alien.
BART - Earth Sim males can't have babies, Seven! I might die!
Seven was quick to reassure his mate, however.
SEVEN - Trust me, Bart. You are my lifemate. I would sooner kill myself than put you in harm's way. It IS possible for the males of your species to bear our offspring. You'll be fine. This is what I'm meant for, after all. It's right there in my name. Pollination Technician #7.
BART - Why would you even do this?
SEVEN - Well, the practice was first created in order to ensure the continuity of our species. Due to an evolutionary crisis, the females of my kind have become nearly extinct. Thus we developed the ability to impregnate any gender in order to survive.
BART - Wow.
SEVEN - You're in very capable hands, Bart. I'll help you along every step of the way.
BART - . . . alright. Thanks for explaining that to me. Sorry I blew up at you.
SEVEN - Not to worry. Your hormones are at highly escalated levels during this initial period of gestation. Unpredictable mood-swings are to be expected.
Seven was over the moon with the thought of finally having offspring with his chosen one. His excitement was pretty infectious, as it were, and Bart couldn't help but get caught up in it too despite his worries.
SEVEN - Hello in there, barely developed fetus! Daddy Seven is very anxious to see you fully developed!
The duo used some of the last of their funds to furnish the mysteriously-empty-up-until-now room with some necessary baby supplies.
Bart went to get a shower and promptly ensured that I'd have nightmares for weeks to come. O_o Apparently pregnant male sims don't have lower bodies while in the shower . . . *shudder*
The expectant parents get some simultaneous reading done. Seven is studying Earth garedening techniques for his job, while Bart brushes up on his parenting knowledge. Not that there's any literature that could prepare him for raising alien hybrid babies birthed from a guy, but he hoped the basics were pretty much the same.
BART - Hey, Uncle Juan! No, I'm glad you called actually. Yah, I've got some news. Seven and I are expecting a baby! Uh . . . no. We . . . we're not adopting. No, no surrogates either. It's me. I'm . . . I'm having the baby.
BART - No, I'm NOT high on bubbles! I really AM having a baby! . . . why are you laughing? I know where you live, Uncle Juan. I swear I'll come over there and--
SEVEN - Remember your blood pressure, Bart.
Bart's family took the news that he was expecting in various ways.
All too soon, Seven got another dreaded call on his communicator.
SIX - Alright, cut the crap Seven. We know you've pollinated at least one hybrid. When can we expect extraction?
SEVEN - Never! I don't care about the mission. I'm staying here on Earth with Bart, and our offspring are staying here with us!
SIX - I don't think you heard me correctly the first time, so I'm going to repeat myself very slowly and carefully. You WILL have that hybrid brat ready for extraction by the time I get there, or I will make you regret EVER BEING SPAWNED! *line goes dead*
SEVEN - . . . well. That . . . went well. O_o
Meanwhile Bart had been invited to a house party by his Uncle Juan Jr. Unfortunately for some unknown reason Juan wasn't even there. Probably out getting busy with the Caliente sisters. Instead his roommate was forced to play host to the cranky expectant daddy-mama.
BART - My back! It hurtz! I hate liiiiiiiiife!
ROOMMATE - Uh . . . can I interest you in some juice?
ROOMMATE - *hand shake* Welcome to the house, Bart!
BART - DIAF. :)
Whether it was his pregnancy crankiness or natural crankiness (Mean Spirited and Hot Headed traits) Bart kept rolling wants to be mean to poor Roommate here (Sorry, I can't for the life of me remember his name. XD )
BART - This party is garbage! GARBAGE!
ROOMMATE - *gasp* Bart is behaving innapropriately! If he continues I'm going to have to ask him to leave!
His Frugal trait also had Bart going throughout the house turning off all the lights.
BART - Clap off! Woo!
And then the Roommate decided to come in and autonomously rub and talk to Bart's nonexistant belly.
ROOMMATE - Wow, there's really a baby in there? Far out! Hey baby! Heeeeeey! Goo goo! GOO GOO!
BART - You are seriously freaking me out right now, dude.
Back in the bunker, Seven had his own troubles . . . .
SEVEN - This primitive waste disposal unit is broken AGAIN!
Welcome to Legacy Living, Seven. :D
And finally, the awaited day had come.
BART - OH GOD! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!
SEVEN'S COWORKER - Uh . . . what's going on?
SEVEN - Ooo yay! It's baby time! :)
S.COWORKER - OH HOLY PLUMBOBS! That guy is giving birth?! What in the hell is going on here?!
SEVEN - Yes, Mrs. Inkbeard? Bart wanted me to inform you when our baby had arrived. I would just like to let you know that it is arriving right now.
BART - SEVEN! Hang up that fucking phone RIGHT NOW and get over here and HELP MEEEE!
S.COWORKER - I can't be seeing this! *runs away*
Despite all the drama and fuss, Seven was true to his word. Bart came through the birthing process just fine, and they both welcomed their first hybrid offspring with much joy and excitement. (The co-worker had long-since run for the hills). Introducing Orion Pollination. Born with the traits Couch Potato and Brave, he's a Virgo like his daddy Bart, shares his favorite color of green, and likes Tri-Tip Steak and Roots music.
And Daddy Seven couldn't be more proud.
__________________________
Another one down! I hope you enjoyed!
STATS!
Generations - 2
LTWs Complete - 0
Portraits - 0
100,000 Simoleons Earned - 0
100,000 Aspiration Points Earned - 0
Skill Challenges Complete - 0
Total = 2 Point(s)
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