Fran Goes on Jerry Springer
Vaan still wouldn't stop thinking about Mjrn, and making remarks about screwing her. Fran had gotten a jar of olives and was playing with them now.
Vaan ended up getting hard and ran off. Thoughts of Mjrn didn't help him at all. He was already getting edgy, seeing Fran put all manner of objects into her pussy, and continual thoughts of humping Mjrn had made him lose control and he got an erection. Fran giggled. She had seen what was going on.
"You know, Viera can come in heat whenever we want to. I wanted to, so that's why I'm having kits. It just lasts a while. I slept with Balthier quite a few times. I wouldn't be surprised if he sired more than just the two we know are his."
"I'm almost as bad as Vaan sometimes. I just don't sit there fantasizing about Fran's sister all the time. Just sometimes. And with me, it's Jote. She's hot." Balthier remarked.
"And it would be more likely for Vaan to get with Mjrn than you with Jote. Mjrn has even been so desperate to get pregnant that she's been trying to get Garif to go to the Wood and mate with her. She is a twisted little Viera. She hasn't learned how to throw herself into heat yet like I can. I don't even know if Jote can do it. Probably not, or she'd have cute little kittens of her own by now. She wants pure Viera kits though."
Basch sat down next to Fran. He was holding a box of crayons. Big crayons. Fran removed the olives and spread out her legs for Basch. Fran wanted Basch to slam his cock into her, but she'd settle for being filled with all eight of the crayons.
Balthier gave Fran some bubble wrap to keep the Viera quiet for a while, at least while Basch was working on her. Fran decided to bite the plastic and shredded it in minutes with her sharp Viera teeth. Then she ate it.
"That was not candy!" Balthier yelled. Fran just purred as Basch slid the last crayon into her.
Vaan came back in, apparently his problem was over. Fran called him over to her and whispered something in his ear.
"Fran, I am not going to lick your feet! Why would you want that? Your feet are dirty!" Vaan yelled in disgust.
"They're clean!" Fran insisted. Her pointed Viera feet were absolutely filthy.
"No they are not! What is that all over them? Were you trampling already-dead Moogles in the mud or what?"
"The mud part is right, but there weren't any dead Moogles, just dead chocobo chicks. Now lick and win free runes."
"Fran, the only way you'd have runes is if you were hiding them in your snatch this whole time, which, knowing you, is quite possible. Vaan doesn't have to lick your feet regardless." Balthier said.
"He licked my ears the night we made two of my kits." Fran growled.
"At least your ears are clean." Vaan remarked.
"That's what you think. I regularly roll in mud."
"Is that why you feel the need to bathe in perfume?"
"Right. Viera have never been known to stink. That's why we go and ritually feed our dead to the hellhounds within hours. We get rid of Viera corpses in the most sanitary way we can think of."
"I'm surprised you guys don't just cannibalize them, considering all the other stupid things you've said about Viera." Jerry remarked.
"I tried to once. Jote chained me to a tree for a week, and very nearly kicked me out right then and there." Fran stated, trying to get the crayons out with the hook-end of a clothes hanger.
"Feeding hellhounds dead Viera? That's really sick!" Penelo exclaimed.
"I suppose it's better than just leaving them there, but why don't the Viera think about burying their dead like the other races do?" Ashe wondered.
"I suppose that Viera figure it's the last thing they can do for the Wood when they die by providing food for her other creatures. It's still sickening. Bad images!"
"An intelligent answer?! Who are you and where is Penelo?"
Fran got out a container of Crisco and began slathering it all through her hair. She got mad at anybody who tried to take the canister away from her. She began styling her hair in interesting ways.
"Fran, do you have to play with Crisco now?" Balthier asked angrily, a new slash across his chest from him trying to take the Crisco away.
"It's not Crisco, it's my shampoo." Fran insisted.
"I'd lick Mjrn's feet. And the rest of her." Vaan remarked.
"For all we know, Mjrn could be full of kits too."