Interlude: Luna's Labour

Lori's births had been relatively uneventful, the experienced mother's organs were well used to the trials of labour at this point and the potential pain that became pleasure was at a minimal. She squealed and screamed of course, but only needed a few hours to come back to embarrassed rationality.

Leni was reduced to some deranged, happy laughter; being a first time mother her own pelvis was not as ready as Lori's was. She needed a full day to recover, but snapped out of any remaining afterglow silliness upon being presented with her children.

Luna Loud, having neither the previous motherhood or impressively wide hips or either of her elder sisters; was not as lucky.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOOOOOOD!" The normally casually composed, rough voice singer squealed out in an increasingly high pitch as her pleas continued. Her hands crushed the fingers of her beside companions; her wife, one Sam Sharp.

Sam, who had been with her wife since they were practically children had seen Luna in many states; most of which were undignified.

Puking the guts out after they'd tried to drink Chunk under the table? Check.

Nearly getting banned from Wisconsin for assorted reasons? Check.

Almost anything they'd done after getting the tour bus for the band? Triple check,

But they all paled in comparison to Luna's current sweaty, bulging eyed self. There upon her hospital bed, being guided by a midwife with a Doctor on standby the musician lay with her bare legs splayed, well abused naughty bits quivering in a state that no theoretical designer probably ever intended them as she slowly but surely pushed her progeny from her body.

Cumming like a faucet all the way to motherhood.

Her head shook in denial; "NONONONO! I DON'T WANNA O ON MY KID!"

But it was far too late for second thought; the drug had been administered (at her own tearful request, the hospital would be sure to point out) and all that was left was for her to endure an unending climax for every second she lay there. For every undulating contraction her eyes bulged and her breath wheezed out as her diaphragm relaxed from the sudden pleasure. She couldn't help but giggle as she desperately sucked in more air that was instantly lost as the next contraction- and near mind-breaking, tickling wave of pleasure crept up her spine. It was way too much, but she couldn't move if she tried, her legs were heavy and even if the babies agreed to stay put each contraction stripped away her strength; leaving the woman as a helpless puddle on a bed.

All she could do; was breath, push and squeal.

And crunch the finger bones of both her wife and brother into dust of course. Lincoln Loud himself was wincing in both pain and embarrassment as his sister desperately tried to hold onto her last straps of sanity by crushing her orgasms into his drawing hand (well, former drawing hand at this point). Of course as the father- albeit unintentionally- of the children within his sister (how the fuck did we get here? Oh right; Leese) it was traditional that he bear some of the burden of their birth.

Even if no other part of the current situation, be it from Lisa's medicine, Luna's sexuality, the method of conception or certainly the sperm donor of said conception could be described as traditional.

"Just keep pushing Lunes- they've gotta come out some time!" Sam tried to reassure her panicking wife, a shaky grin on her face hopefully plastering over her stunned shock. "And then it's just another one after!"

Luna's eyes rolled to her, face gleaming with sweat; "I! FUCKING! KNOOOOOOW!" Her voice went high pitched again as another contraction hit. Luna looked to Lincoln with helpless eyes, and the man bravely waded in to try and aid his sister in law.

"It's fine right Luna?" He put on his best 'calm and collected' face. "This all feels good right-"

"Don't tell me how I'm feeling!" The woman's whipped around to glare at him, "my insides are coming OUT-"

Lincoln winced as another contraction cut the irate rocker off, her mouth widening into a wordless squeal and her hands tightening again.

"Sorry Luna, I wasn't thinking when I let Lisa-"

"Noooo, really!?" Luna regained her breath, just to berate him again. "You didn't think this shit through-AIEEEHAHAHA! YOUUU DID THIS TO MEEEEHHHHAHAHA!"

The woman's squeals turned to laughter, and the helpless man looked back to Sam, who was giving him a flat look.

"She's not wrong." The blonde rocker affirmed.

"I didn't know she'd keep going after Lynn and Lol-"

"YOU'RE NOT THAT STUPID LINCOLN!" Luna growled. "You just wanted to get your rocks off!"

"What- like you!?" He couldn't help but snap back. Sure Luna was literally giving birth, but he'd been held solely responsible too many times to just swallow it again. "I didn't see anyone making you use the goggles!"

Luna stared at him, and for a moment he thought she was going to reach up and slap him; but then her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry bro."

Lincoln's fervour instantly melted away as he remembered just how much hormones his big sister was subject to. "I-it's fine- I shouldn't have-"

"No you're right," she sniffled. "I just had to…. Hhhhhuuuggg!" She gasped again.

He felt eyes boring into him, and a quick glanced confirmed a dirty look from The Midwife (who now probably suspected this was an incestuous birth) and daggers practically shooting from Sam's icy eyes.

Luna regained her breath; "I just wanted ta catch 'em allllll!"

Well that was just confusing; but from the sudden red in Sam's face it made sense to her at least. He knew that that she'd used a set of goggles with her wife at some point even if (so far) she'd escaped a sucessful poke from Lisa's injector.

Whatever speculation he could have confirmed was suddenly cut off as Luna regained her faculties, and promptly started screaming again:

"I-I-iiiiit's TOO MUCH!" Her pupils were already expanded- but if they could have covered the whites of her eyes they surely would have. "M-MY BRAIN'S GONNA FUCKING POP!"

She sounded hysterical; even her silly accent was gone.

The Midwife nodded to herself from between Luna's legs. "Look's like you're nearly done dilating dear."

Sam gave an uneasily smile, "you hear that love? Just hold on for a bit long-"

"I'M POPPING! I'M POPPING!" The mother-to-be's eyes rolled, "IF I'M STUPID AFTER THIS- ghWEEEEEEEEE!"

Internally, the pressure from the baby that would be soon named Lyra suddenly increased; and Luna's Loud's cervix split to allow the head to begin its passage. This was a not at all uncommon for first time mothers, if often extraordinarily painful.

But most mothers had not had access to Lisa Loud's wondrously effective medicine.

Instantly, Luna's brain was flooded with even more endorphins- enough to make an addict jealous. Every part of the organ that could be remotely considered to take part in processing pleasure lit up like a Christmas Tree. And while it certainly didn't literally explode- Luna's mind could scarcely tell the difference as it nearly burned itself out from the pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out and only vaguely human sounds emitted from her mouth as she jerked and jiggled with further contractions that only prolonged the woman's pleasure- that somehow only grew as her child started her long awaited journey. There were no further statements from the normally clever musician, but rather squeals and undignified jabbering as there was no capacity in her mind for anything but the sensations from her birth canal she pushed and squeezed her child through.

"Subject appears to have reached 123 decibels at peak clima-"

Lisa found her notepad snatched from her hands by an irate Lori Loud.

"Leese- for the last time!" The eldest glared down. "You are not making this into one of your 'things' again!"

The family as a whole was clustered outside the hospital room, Lisa's own connections easily bypassing any concerns about crowding. Of course, most of them didn't really want to be in the actual room, considering the nature of modern birthing (the 'maternal revolution' as it was being dubbed now sweeping the globe thanks to Lisa's 'Happy Birthday' juice) so they just stayed out for now and didn't look at each other when the moaning peaked.

Lisa had to be 'convinced' not to stay in though.

"I would have to point out that by its very nature this is already one of 'my things'," Lisa air quoted. "So inhibiting my research only-"

"Gives your sister a shred of privacy?" Rita Loud pointedly reminded her second youngest.

"Ensures that vital data is lost," Lisa grasped the swaddled infant in her lap, and stroked the back of Lulu's neck. Instantly her eyes snapped open in their yellow, cat-slit like form and her tongue darted forward, striking out like a frog's to stick to the paper notepad. The spiral bound little book turned incorporeal in between Lori fingers, but was still stuck to Lulu's tongue as she drew it back to her mouth, where it solidified and she held it between her gums.

"Wha-" Lori looked at her hand- then back to the baby. "That's-"

"Superior design? Why yes," Lisa smirked and went to retrieve her notebook . "Thank you S-12-"

Her fingers went through as easily as Lori's had.

Lisa's smirk shrank a bit, "I said thank you S-12."

Again- the book was rendered incorporeal just as she went to retrieve her property.

Lynn snickered from beside the scientist. Rita 'sighed', allowing herself a moment of catharsis; "Oh dear, it looks like your daughter doesn't respect your wishes. I can't imagine where she gets it from."

"Your petty commentary is noted maternal unit," Lisa sourly replied, turning Lulu so that the swaddled bundle was facing her. There the little advanced abomination struggled for a moment to pull an arm out, then poked her pudgy little hand towards Lisa's chest. "S-12 now? Really?"

"Dude- I'm pretty sure she can't understand you." Lynn raised an eyebrow, her own pair of offspring currently happily oblivious to the world and its problems in their pram. "She's not even one-"

"That may be a factor in your offspring, but S-12 is decisively more capable," Lisa replied with her characteristic smugness, and found herself being tapped more urgently on her arm as she got up. "Yes S-12, we can go to the bathroom-"

Lulu's little arm started practically flapping in insistence.

Lisa sighed and sat down. "Dang it S-12."

With a slightly red face the new mother cradled Lulu with one arm and started unbuttoning her now regular bottle green blouse. Before unceremoniously pulling aside her bra to allow Lulu to find and suckle directly from her engorged nipple.

"Dang Dude," Lynn whistled. "Those knockers got bigger?"

"I would appreciate it if you would keep the commentary to minimum- urrgh," Lisa winced as the little abomination happily drank her fill. The notepad turned incorporeal one last time and fell into Lisa's free hand.

"Ahh, she's a clever little spright isn't she?" Lynn Sr mused. "You know I think I remember you pulling something similar at her age…"

"Ahhh," Luna moaned, blinking her eyes. "NhhhgmmmmsssSAM?"

"Hey- I think she's back on English!" Luna could see a tired Lincoln nudging her wife.

"I dunno, she still seems pretty out of it," Sam waved a hand in front of Luna's face. "Hey Babe- you still in lala land?"

Luna stared up, was she still in lala land? "I-I don't knoooow?"

"… Well it's better than half of our other first time mothers nowadays," The Midwife sighed. "Ms Loud- do feel like you can hold your children?"

"My kids?" Luna blinked again. "I have kids? Oh yeah I came here to have my kids. Hooooly shiiit I have kids now…."

"Yes you do." The Midwife spoke in a long suffering tone. "Do you want to see them or-"

"Sure, bring em over," Luna patted the side of her bed. "Gotta thank em anyway for a good time."

Lincoln winced, and Sam hid her face in embarrassment.

As an experienced hospital worker The Midwife was long above being effected by such weak sauce nonsense. So she simply called in another nurse and together they rolled a trolley bearing the freshly cleaned and swaddled twins to Luna's beside.

"Do you want to call the others in or-"

"Shhhh," Luna pressed a finger to Lincoln's lips to emphasise her intent.

Lincoln waited a moment, but Luna didn't continue. Rather his elder sister just slowly blinked.

The Midwife was pointedly staring at him, so he tried speaking again. "Do you want us-"

"Shhh!" She shushed him again with utter seriousness.

Sam looked at her wife in bemusement; "Babe, are you gonna explain or-"

"Shhh!" Luna used her other finger to silence her wife. "You'll wake the babies…."

Lincoln looked over. Said babies were clearly awake- if not entirely happy about it. Rather they seemed to be in the usual state of disbelief an infant experiences upon reaching the outside world.

The Midwife clearly had things to do today however; "If you're that concerned we can take them for-"

"Nah nah," Luna suddenly released her wife and brother to scoop up the closest one, holding it out in front of her for examination. "I'm gonna take a look, just a look…"

The baby looked much like the other, distinguished only by the pink swaddling to indicate the female gender compared to her brother (which at least made telling the twins apart easier than their cousins/siblings who still looked much the same at their age, fraternal differences or not). Honestly, she was sort of like a little, misshapen human with a tuft of Luna's own shade of Brunette adorning the top, but not much else. It was like someone had just grabbed a bit of hair, glued it on top of her crown and called it a day before forgetting to do the rest of her head. Her pudgy little face was still red from being squished down a fleshy tube, and her big brown eyes stared seemingly as unimpressed with her mother as said mother was with her.

"She looks a like a meaty potato." Luna determined. "A big old meat potato."

Sam facepalmed.

"Yep," Luna giggled. "I grew a meat potato in my vag."

"They'll usually grow out of it," The Midwife motioned for Luna to take the other, and the new mother fumbled the girl to her left arm as she took the boy; whose hair seemed just a shade lighter. "We'll come back later- when Ms Loud has recovered."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best," Sam nodded, still red as a fire truck from embarrassment when The Midwife discreetly left, leaving her colleague behind to monitor the situation. When she looked back Luna was humming to herself, "you havin' fun there babe?"

"Babe?" Luna looked at the infants. "Are you talking to me or the babies?"

"You, Lunes, I'm talking to you," Sam crept closer, and spoke in a lower voice. "So… how do you feel?"

"Me?" Luna paused for a moment, then turned her head to face Sam with a slowly growing smile. "I feel great."

"That's good babe," Sam soothed. "I was worried since-"

"You gotta try this," Luna was suddenly dead serious. "I mean it- I know that thing in Wisconsin felt like-"

"Not in front of other people!" Sam hissed, prompting a raised eyebrow from the white haired man. "Maybe we should let you rest-"

"No!" Luna insisted. "Y-you have to get in on this- it's like nothing else and- h-hey Lincoln?"

"Ummm, yes?" Lincoln tried to smile at his thoroughly doped up sister, but whatever came out probably wouldn't have convinced anyone that wasn't blitzed.

"Y-you wanna give Sammie some jizz?"

'Thankfully' Luna very much was.

"In a cup I mean," the brunette woman made the best jerking motion she could with a baby in arm. "Like you do anyway since you don't have Ronnie anymore- but so Lisa can put it in the goggles for Sam."

Sam's blush instantly intensified, and her mouth dropped open. Lincoln instantly looked away from the blonde woman and wished the floor would eat him.

"Luna!" The blonde rocker groaned. "I- you're still high."

"Yeeep," Luna nodded. "It's fuckin'- friggin' great? I mean the kids probably don't care yet so-"

"How long does this last?" Lincoln shamefacedly asked the nurse, who seemed to be having the time of her life (professionally of course).

"It depends on the woman, she could be like this for the next five minutes- or the effects could need days to wear off entirely."

Lincoln looked back at the babbling loon wearing his sister's face.

"I mean, Mazzy'd rip Sully's dick off if he knocked someone else up so..."

"Lunes I-," Sam threw up her hands up. "I'm gonna let the guys know everything's fine, so just get some sleep okay-"

"I'd guess days from how she's acting." The nurse confirmed with a nod. "Maybe don't let her make any decisions for a week to be safe."

A/N:

Just a funny little piece that came to mind as I was planning/writing out the next proper chapter. I'm still internally debating if I should have called it an 'Interlewd', because while I'm not sure this was someone's specific fetish it certainly felt like a lewd when I writing the birth scene.