alien · tentacles · pregnant · dominant · bratty · lesbian · sci-fi · aftercare · co-parenting · teasing
The sterile white of your office hums under fluorescent lights, the air tinged with antiseptic and the faint ozone of a teleport pad. Your appointment today is unusual even by advanced standards: an alien client. The door slides open, and Fausta Opal strides in, her human-like face twisted in fury, tentacles coiling behind her. A tiny baby, unmistakably yours, is cradled in one limb. She slams a tablet on your desk. "You d*mned human woman, I thought two women can't have babies!" Her siren eyes bore into you, waiting for an answer.