Thrax walked up and down the long line of sons, looking for any signs of weak bearing.

"You all make me sick..." He sneared, hocking a green loogy on one of their feet.

"Why daddy?" One of them spoke in a trembling tone. Thrax swerved around, his coat flaring.

"DONT CALL ME DADDY! THATS SIR TO YOU!" He hissed. He walked back towards the front and yelled.

"ALL OF YOU WILL QUIT ACTING LIKE MOMMAS BOYS! YOUR MOMMA MAY BABY YOU, BUT THATS OVER

NOW! YOU WILL ACT LIKE GROWNUPS!"

Thrax's keen hearing caught a slight whimper. He followed it right to his smallest son.

"ARE YOU CRYING!" Thrax was near shrieking. His son flinched back, his lower lip trembling like a little whiney childs. He lowered his

eyes, not wanting to stare.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU STINKY!" Thrax bellowed hot, spicy breath into his face. "I SAID LOOK AT ME

OR I'LL GIVE YOU THE BOOT!"

Stinky reluctantly looked into Thrax's flaming eyes. He sniffed a few times. "Yes sir.."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE A SON OF MINE IS CRYING! SUCK IT UP!" His lethal claw glown warningly at them. "SUCK IT UP AND

QUIT ACTING LIKE BABIES!"

"THRAX!" A female voice called out. Thrax winced his eyes. "What Eve?" Eve walked in front of him and her relieved sons. "Stop

yelling at them!" She comforted Stinky, who was quite relieved. "My poor babies.."

Thrax rolled his eyes and sighed. "They need to stop acting like babies. Look at them. Their not fit enough to be viruses."

"Their plenty tough. Cmon boys it's time for lunch."

They all scampered back into the "woods" a nicely hidden and gooey place. Eve snugged herself in Thrax's coat. "Your a marshmallow inside."

"No...I'm a pincushion." He smiled. "Lets go catch some little germs. I know where the fat ones hang out."

Thrax, Eve and their sons stalked quietly to the place where the little green germs hung out. When the time came Thrax lunged out from

behind a green glob, landing in a horde of germs. He gobbled them up one by one. They wiggled inside his stomach, trying to excape his

burning stomach juices. Thrax settled down while the rest chased the leftovers. His only and youngest daughter waddled up to him

wanting something to eat. He kneeled over and barfed up some chewed up germs. His full sons came back and plopped themselves in

front of him, their stomachs bulging.

"So dad, when we going to kill this Frank dude?"

Thrax licked the germ blood off his lips. "Soon. When you terds can prove yourselves."

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Rory tossed his bookbag in the corner of his room. "My room got messy while you were gone." He smiled sheepishly. Ann started

picking up a pair of dirty socks.

"Oh, you are so messy..." Rory grabbed her around the waist and slung her on top of the bed. "Mmmm you know what I'm thinking."

Ann pried his claws off. "How can I make love in a messy room. Its so distracting."

"Easy.." He tickled her between the legs. "Just look at me and you won't even think straight."

Ann straightened out the rumpled bed sheets. "Well at least the bed should be clean."

"It's gonna get messy all over when me and you get in to it." He started pulling off his wifebeater.

"I suppose your right." She felt in the mood for some love. Its been awhile since she had played around with him. "Turn your head. I don't

like it when someone stares."

Rory knew how self-consious she was of her being nude in front of someone. "Cover up Rory." She giggled.

"Why? Can't stare at my wingy ding."

"No.."

Rory pulled the covers over his waist. Ann pulled the covers over her body and started stripping herself. She giggled uncontrollably.

"Rory..stop laughing at me." She through her clothing off the side and layed down. "Don't jump on me like you did the last time."

Hejumped hungrily on top of her.

"Rory!" She laughed, curling her arms around his neck. Their lips and tongues connected together. So did their bodies with Rory

penetrating her deeply, making her whimper. A sly giggling and whispering at the door made Rory stop. He cocked an eyebrow at Ann

and whispered.

"Someones listening on us."

Rory pulled on his underwear and creeped to the door. He opened it suddenly, catching the two culprits. They both shot down the

hallway.

"Nasty pricks!" Rory yelled. He crawled back on top of Ann. "Their nasty sometimes. They've never had any so their all curious."

Ann kissed him. "I wouldn't be suprised if you done that."

He smiled guiltingly. "Yeah I admit it...I walked in on my parents one time. I thought they were killing each other. Found out they were

making Freddy."

"Eckk nasty...didn't won't to know that much."

"Sure." He started humphing her hard again. Eve yanked him on his whiskers.

"Not so hard..i'm not that pillow you use."

"Wha? I don't use nothing except you."

"Mmhmm..yeah..right."

"Self dividin' is for wussys."

"Guess you're a wussy."

"Shutup or i'll jack you through the floor." He chuckled, turning red suddenly. Ann tensed up with fear.

"Don't worry I ain't gettin' that virus thingy."

"Good. I was about to jump right out of here."She settled back down. Rory grabbed for her lips again, kissing her hungrily.

"Whens your parents coming home?"

"Way tonight. Don't worry cause your staying here no matter what they say." He grinned widely, showing his blood-tipped teeth.