Crazy Doctors
"I'll be there in 30 minutes. Are you ready?"
"I'm just finishing these comments."
Blue eyes zipped through the graphs shown on two holographic screens. Nimble fingers absently typed her thoughts as she conversed with Fate through the holophone- Mid's latest talking system that sent a miniature 3D representation of the person and a bit of their surroundings with audio in real time. Through it she could see a clear image of Fate sitting in her car, seemingly looking at her, as her outstretched hand holding the top of the steering wheel moved in and out of view as the wheel rotated.
"Okay. I'll see you soon." With Fate's parting words the light comprising the image faded away.
Nanoha tapped the last button to her report. "Done." She glanced at the time "and with 15 minutes to spare." That was more than enough time to get ready.
She rushed home, quickly uttering an "I'm home," and hearing a "welcome back" from her mother as she ran toward the shower to wash the sweat off from the day's training.
Five minutes later she came out with a towel wrapped around her torso smelling clean and fresh.
Finished with step 1- get clean. Now came step 2- pick clothes. That was by far the most time consuming for her. That's why she loved uniforms and was glad her job required them. It was quick, easy, and efficient. She didn't have to worry about what to wear and which clothes worked well together. All she had to do was take a clean one out and wear it.
She headed toward the closet for a dreaded session of outfit searching.
What made that easier was the closet's set up. Clothes were separated according to occasion: military attire on the right, fancy on the left, and causal in the center. It didn't matter if the clothes were hers or Fates. They could tell each other's clothes apart through color alone. She tended to stick toward the brighter colors while Fate stayed within the darker range except for yellow. Although at times they shared.
Something white and lacy caught her eye. She grabbed them, a bra and panty, and placed them on.
She caught a glance of herself in the mirror conveniently located in the closet, and took a few moments to inspect her body. She didn't do this often. In fact she rarely took the time to really look at herself, not just a passing glance. There was just not enough time in the day between teaching combat, to testing new armed technology, and taking care of Vivio and the housework. So, taking this rare chance she turned this way and that, poked here and there, and lifted her arms above her head and then brought them down. All her training gave her a well shaped and toned body. But, she hadn't lost her curves or that soft feminine look that was thanks to the thin layers of fat she still carried.
She stood her chest held out in pride and nodded to herself. Then with a quick pivot on the balls of her feet her reflection disappeared. In its place, a daunting amount of clothes stared back at her. She sighed, before she systematically scanned each row of casual or fancy apparel. She had a vague idea of what to wear the trouble was finding it.
Shuffling through a few shirts, she picked one tried it on before hastily removing it, allowing it to fall to the ground to be forgotten like yesterday's newspaper. A skirt and another shirt followed after and before long the shelves grew bare as the floor became a colorful mosaic with a large lump growing at its center. Time passed and soon she heard Fate call "I'm home!" Followed by her mother's "welcome back!"
Wha? But I'm still not dressed! Hastily her hands rummaged through the clothes at her feet desperately trying to find something, anything before Fate came up.
"Nanoha!"
She heard her name echo from downstairs by the voice she always loved hearing, except for now.
Her mind raced creating and throwing out possible combinations.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs urged her mind into overdrive. Images filtering through her mind like information passing through a high speed computer. Would she make it in time?
The footsteps grew nearer they were now walking down the hall, coming ever closer to the bedroom.
"Nanoha, are you ready?"
Come on! Come on! The door to their room lay open allowing anyone who entered to see her clad only in undergarments.
"Nanoha?"
Game over. You lose.
Fate stood behind her wife appreciating the view. Judging by the pile of clothes around her feet she knew why she wasn't ready and had to smile at that. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Nanoha have trouble picking something to wear.
Blue eyes turned to the woman holding an amused smile.
"Fate! Welcome back... You're already dressed?"
Her darling wore a black wrap with trailing ends in the front that swayed when she moved, and a yellow form fitting blouse with delicate lace at the u-shaped curve. Dark blue jeans hugged her waist and slimed down her long legs, revealing their curves. Her feet covered by black high heeled boots added two inches to her already tall frame. If she weren't an enforcer she could have made a good career in modeling.
"Yeah. I brought a change of clothes with me to work." She knelt before Nanoha, red eyes quickly scanning through the mess while her hands occasionally moved a few shirts or skirts to reveal what lied beneath.
"nyahaha" it was a sheepish laugh. "I made a mess."
Fate shook her head. "Don't worry about it." As she moved clothes and glanced at Nanoha's unsuspecting form a cute image formed in her mind and she knew exactly what she needed.
Red eyes quickly scanned and found what she wanted.
This. Fate grabbed a three layered white frilly skirt that would reach right below the knees.
This. She picked a delicate black sash that would go around the waist.
Th- No. Too pink… Her eyes darted. Ah. This. She grabbed a soft blue v-neck tank top with the material gathering in three lines at the point of the V where a small diamond heart rested. She remembered it delicately framed Nanoha's figure.
Now something for warmth. It wasn't cold but it wasn't hot enough to go out in just a tank top. She looked around and didn't find what she was looking for. She turned to the clothes at Nanoha's feet and spotted a white long sleeve cropped top in Nanoha's hand. That'll have to do.
"Here." She presented Nanoha the outfit.
She eyed it. It's exactly what she was looking for casual yet elegant. Why couldn't she have seen it? It took Fate less than a minute to spot the outfit in a mess of clothes. She pouted.
Fate looked from the clothes to Nanoha. "You don't like it?" She thought this was perfect, but if not she'd pick something else for her.
Nanoha shook her head and smiled while taking the clothes from Fate, dropping the top in the process.
Fate grabbed it and gave it to her while smiling. "You'll need this too."
Nanoha nodded. She felt lucky for having this woman in her life. She was kind, a good mother to Vivio, a wonderful partner, and her fashion savior.
She took the top Fate held out for her. "How'd you do that?"
Fate raised an eyebrow. "What?"
She gestured to the clothes in her hands. "Pick these out so quickly."
"Oh! That's easy." As if imparting a great secret Fate gently held Nanoha's wrists, getting her full attention, and stared into beautiful blue eyes eagerly awaiting her answer. "I look at you and it just comes to me."
Nanoha blinked then giggled bashfully.
Darn. She was suppose to blush cutely. Then I'd swoop in and snatch a kiss. Engrossed in her thoughts she almost missed Nanoha's question.
"When did you become such a sweet talker?"
"Mmm" she took a moment to pretend to think about it. "Sometime in high school lit. There were conversations going around about how to woo a girl in 10 words or less. Though I found only three were the best for my girl."
"Oh. I didn't know I was that easy." She uttered teasingly, even though her heart stung at the mere thought of Fate thinking it true. She stood up, unintentionally giving Fate a nice frontal view. It didn't last long. Nanoha dropped all the clothes besides the skirt onto Fate's head. She couldn't help but smirk at the human hanger that was supposed to be her wife.
Fate moved the clothes to her shoulder, catching Nanoha lift the skirt to her waist. "You. Never. Why do you think it took us three years before we got married?"
Nanoha replied while taking the blue tank Fate held out for her.
"Because we were too young to do it at 16."
Fate watched her bare back, the tank poised over Nanoha's head waiting to conceal her natural beauty. "and what a lovely 16 year old you were."
Nanoha tweaked the shirt to sit the way she wanted it before turning to Fate, whose eyes traveled along her body from head to toe and back up before she threw her a sexy half-smile.
"But now you're simply ravishing."
Nanoha blushed darkly. She cleared her throat as if that would wash away the guilty pleasure painting her usually milky complexion. It maybe vain, or not since she didn't care about her appearance so much as when Fate was watching, but knowing she still aroused her made her giddy. She held her hand out, reaching for the black sash in Fate's hand, but stopped when she stood up and moved the material out of reach.
"Allow me."
In reply, Nanoha held her arms away from her waist, allowing Fate better access.
Facing her, Fate's left hand loosely holding one end of the sash went around Nanoha's left side to the middle of her lower back. Her empty right hand went around Nanoha's right to meet her left and grabbed the sash. It looked like they were hugging with Fate's arms wrapped around Nanoha's waist and Nanoha's hands holding Fate's sides.
The whole while, red stared into blue, their gaze never breaking.
"You're enjoying this."
Fate smirked. "Every moment."
Her hands slowly slid down the sash bringing the ends around to Nanoha's front, her arms caressing her sides in the process.
"Flirt." Nanoha teasingly stuck her tongue out.
So adorable. She couldn't resist. Her lips gently kissed Nanoha's forehead as her hands let go of the tied sash and gently wrapped around Nanoha's waist. "Only with you" she whispered, making Nanoha smile softly.
"Shall we, my lady" she held out her arm to her.
Nanoha giggled. "What's with you today?" She looped her arm through Fate's, holding her close as Fate carefully led her out of the closet, making sure she wouldn't slip.
"Nothing." She grabbed her keys on her way out. "Just thought I'd get the mood started."
"Hmm." Standing on tiptoes Nanoha kissed Fate's cheek, surprising her. "Then keep it up. Cause I like it." She then skirted around Fate and entered the car.
Fate grinned, the keys twirling around her finger before she caught it and joined Nanoha.
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"HEE YAA!" Vivio shouted as she punched her grandfather. She'd been fighting for a while and acquired a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing major.
Shiro blocked the attack with his palm, "Vivio I can tell you're very good." He kicked at her head. Vivio ducked, moving in for another attack. But Shiro was faster. "But, you'll lose if you continue to attack half-heartedly." His fist connected with Vivio's gut sending her flying back.
I think I know why Nanoha-mama is so tough. Vivio lay sprawled on the grass to catch her breath. Her grandfather had quite the punch for an old guy.
Shiro offered his winded granddaughter a hand when the world suddenly decided to spin.
Using the ground as leverage, her legs spun round kicking Shiro's feet out from under him and finished by jumping to her feet. Their positions reversed.
Shiro laughed heartily. "Very good." Flipping to his feet he got into his ready stance, one arm held out the other near his chest and his feet placed in a wide stance.
Silence reined.
Then just as they were about to attack.
"Shiro!... Vivio!" loudly rang across the backyard.
"Guess that's it." Shiro relaxed as did Vivio. They bowed to each other signaling the end of their fight.
"Last one in is a rotten egg" Vivio said right before she sprinted off, leaving Shiro in the dust. But not for long.
Momoko glanced at the door that slammed open as Vivio ran in with Shiro right on her heals. Her nose wrinkled at the stench of body odor carried on the breeze. Even with all those years spent helping her husband run a dojo, when she wasn't swamped running her café, she could never get used to the smell. She much preferred the scent of baking pastries.
"Showers now." She pointed with a wooden spoon to the stairs.
Slowly a mischievous grin grew.
Momoko spotted it and knew trouble was brewing. Her eyes narrowed threateningly "Shiro." Her spoon tapped against her hand warningly. Ready to strike, if she had to.
Caution thrown aside, Shiro acquired his own threatening stance. His arms held wide and toward Momoko were ready to give her a big hug.
All it did was increase the smell and Momoko's fighting spirit. She would have to make this quick before she started gagging.
Vivio glanced between the two. Their threatening displays looked like a faceoff between a rattle snake and bear. She had a distinct feeling either something very bad or really funny would happen. So she stepped aside and waited for her new entertainment.
As if a starting shot was fired, Shiro charged.
Momoko waited patiently, determinedly ignoring the fast approaching stench. When the right moment came she struck. Years of beating sticky and heavy dough made her proficiency with a spoon quick and efficient.
For a brief moment, Shiro stopped charging. His hands stung. Identical red imprints in the shape of a spoon, right in the center not even a millimeter off, on the back of his hand glared at him. He shook them, easing the sting a bit. His eyes searched for his prey and locked on. Momoko spotted on the other side of the island spoon at the ready. "Honey one little hug won't hurt." He called sweetly.
Momoko didn't fall for it. This was a game. One she was determined to win. The prospect of losing was just too horrifying. "Shower first. Hug later."
"Stingy." Shiro pouted.
Momoko's eyes softened, "you know I hate the smell."
Shiro grinned, yet it looked sinister. "I know."
Blue eyes hardened as the battle resumed.
Shiro chased after Momoko, going around the island in circles. If he stepped left, she'd step right. If he'd step right, she'd go left. He would have just hopped over the island and be done with it, but baking supplies were all over the counter top. He'd learned the hard way never go between Momoko and her cooking. To do so was like committing suicide. He shivered at the memory of cold, lonely, nights spent craving for companionship until she forgave him.
Meanwhile, Vivio came down rubbing her still wet strands with a towel. She left when she grew bored of watching their game of cat and mouse, and it looked like she hadn't missed much because they were still at it.
"Grandpa showers ready." She called absently.
He apparently didn't hear her because he still chased after Momoko.
She didn't mind. She merely headed toward the countertop, throwing her towel on the couch on her way there. Her grandparents treated her as another obstacle to get around as they continued running. Both too stubborn to give in to the other.
Vivio glanced in wonder at all the bowls, spoons, and other cooking tools. She didn't even know they had all this stuff. Her mother rarely had the time to bake, but it was always fun when she did. She wondered what Momoko wanted to make that needed so many supplies. She slid a bowl closer to her and spotted Momoko on the other side, "Grandma can I help?"
Momoko looked at the eager girl with the bowl in hand, and for a brief moment the blond hair and heterochromic eyes transformed to a brown haired girl with two small pigtails and blue eyes asking her the same question. Momoko smiled fondly, "of course dear." Then she stopped and glared at Shiro, who was right behind her ready to pounce.
He of course froze and shivered at those menacing eyes that told him if he did anything to disturb her he would regret it. The game was over. He'd lost. Now it was time to shower. He took a good whiff at himself and cringed. Yeah, he really needed that shower.
With Shiro freshening up, Momoko and Vivio began baking where Vivio learned new tips and tricks while spending some quality time with her grandma.
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Nanoha glanced at the strangely dressed receptionist and magazines of almost naked men and women in varying poses that looked highly provocative. "Is this doctor really okay?" Nanoha questioned Fate, who wasn't at all phased by the strangeness within the clinic.
She was comfortable enough to hold and gaze at the pictures in the magazines. She didn't even bother to read it. Her current page had an image of a woman in a cat suit similar to the one the receptionist wore. It was a black and skin tight with the sides cut open complete with ears and twitching tail. She imagined Nanoha wearing it as her body rested lazily on the bed. Her imaginary self grinned devilishly as she was about to pounce. But, she stopped when Nanoha pinned her with gorgeous sky blue eyes, her tail swinging lazily, and threw her a strange question. She glanced at the woman in the magazine before she turned the page and answered, "Don't worry. Shamal said he's the best."
"Takamachi, neyo!" the receptionist called exuberantly.
Fate closed the magazine and looked at the receptionist, who rubbed her face with her kitty paws.
"Dr. Arbenstein will see you now, neyo!" She smiled pleasantly while one paw continued to rub her face. The other pointed to a large man dressed in a highly uncomfortable and revealing rendition of a nurse outfit. If the Red Cross resting in the middle of his chest was anything to go by. For it was nothing more than black leather strips and sheer cloth.
They stood from their seats and followed the male to a room.
After 15 minutes an old man even shorter than Nanoha entered. The hair he had left was white and surrounded his bald scalp in an unruly mess except for a few strands combed over to hide his baldness. If it weren't for the clip board loosely held at his side and a name tag clearly stating his position as a doctor, Nanoha and Fate would have never guessed he was one. He didn't look the part at all, other than age, but that said very little. With the colorful Hawaiian shirt and khaki brown shorts he looked more like an old man on vacation. He stared at them through big round glasses, half the size of his face. His brown eyes, magnified by the lenses, were as big and round as his glasses, making it appear as if the glasses were alive. They stifled their laughter as he blinked. "So vhich one of you vill carry ze child?" He drawled in the equivalent of a thick German accent on Earth.
They glanced at each other before Fate answered.
"We'd first like to know our options?"
The doctor sat on a wheeled stool. "zere are many vays. But, since you're herrre you von't ze child to be genetically both of yourrrs." He eyed them to make sure he was right, and received an answering nod from both. "vell, right now ve have two vays. One," he held up his index finger, "ve can take your eggs, change one to ze sperrrm, ferrrtilize ze other, and implant it into ze womb. Two," he held up another finger, making a peace sign, "one of you becomes male and do it ze old fashioned vay."
The information rested heavily in their minds. Was that it? What the best doctor within the galaxy had to say? They came here with the hope of having a child as they were. The first option took out the loving experience it takes to conceive a child. The second option gave that but they wouldn't be their female selves one of them would have to be male. How would it be making love to a male Fate or Nanoha?
"Becoming male… Is that permanent?"
The question uttered hesitantly from Nanoha's mouth surprised Fate. She never would have thought Nanoha would even consider that option. Not after she so adamantly fought against her joking remark about becoming male.
"No. It doesn't have to be." He saw her brighten. "But-"
Nanoha braced herself as she rested on the edge of disappointment.
"If you vant morrre children in ze future I wouldn't rrrecommend it. Going back and forrrth between male and female damages ze body, and ze horrrmonal imbalances cause many unvanted side effects."
She almost sighed in relief. Quickly, she opened a private link with Fate, leaving the room silent as they conversed.
N: "I guess that's not so bad."
F:" I thought you didn't like the idea of a sex change?"
N: "I don't. But what other choice do we have?"
F: "the first one."
She knew Fate retaliated just for arguments sake, but still. "Is that really what you want?"
Red eyes broke away from blue as Fate remained silent and gazed at the floor pensively.
N: "If that's really what you want, you know I will support you."
Her voice broke Fate out of her thoughts, and she glanced at her, at her gentle smile and soft determined gaze. Nanoha meant every word. But, Fate also knew her far too well. Little details, unnoticeable to others, gave her away. The droop in her eyebrows, the wrong number of creases around her lips that made her smile look forced, these and other hints allowed Fate to see into Nanoha's true feelings. Into the sadness and rejection that lied beneath the mask of support. She knew her wife was a very passionate person and craved intimacy as much as she needed to breath. The first option was a rejection of that. But, she was not completely at ease with the second option. She didn't know why. Other than the uncomfortable knots in her gut that warned against it. All she knew was she really needed more time to think.
"oh cho cho" The sudden loud chortle startled them right out of their conversation and almost made them jump. Although their hearts did skip a beat.
"Why's he laughing?"
Fate shrugged while eyeing the strange doctor.
"You arrre one of those."
They eyed him uncertainly thinking: one of what?
The doctor went on to explain, "you vant ze impossible" his voice rose and he jumped off the stool in excitement, his hands becoming animated as he spoke, "a child conceived in ze heat of passion between a female" he held out one hand "and a female," he held out his other bringing them together to emphasize his point.
They stared at him silently, sensing that the doctor might not be all there. After all he just told them it couldn't be done that way.
The doctor calmly retook his seat. His eyes brightened manically as he thought of his secret. "Zere is one morrre vay." A ray of hope appeared in their eyes, as well as annoyance for not telling them sooner. "a special rrroom I designed just for zis purrrpose and some of my small magic pills.
Upon hearing "special room" Fate's eyes narrowed as she eyed the doctor more critically. Her hopes set aside, possibly crushed, as she sensed danger. "What's so special about the room?" To fulfill one of your sick fantasies. You perverted old man. Not on her watch. No one not even a doctor would peek on her Nanoha. She'd prove the scoundrel for the pervert that he was through a rigorous session with Ace enforcer Harlown.
"vell other zan to see-"
"Ah! Ha!" Fate suddenly jumped to her feet surprising both the doctor and Nanoha. "I knew it!" They stared at her confused. She pointed at the doctor accusingly. "You just want to see us naked!" She turned away from him and grabbed Nanoha's hand. "Come we're leaving."
Nanoha stood up, but didn't budge further. "Fate, what's gotten into you?"
"Didn't you hear?" She asked incredulously.
"Apparently not." She certainly didn't hear whatever made Fate go bonkers.
"He said he wanted to see yo-us naked! "
Nanoha giggled inwardly when she caught her fumble. Fate's protectiveness was charming. But, she really wanted to hear the rest of what the doctor had to say. "Honey," she said gently. "He said no such thing. You cut him off before he could finish."
"He didn't need to. I know what he was going to say."
"Oh is that so."
"Of course." Fate was too caught up trying to protect Nanoha to notice her sarcasm.
"Am I to assume TSAB's best enforcer reads mind during an interrogation?"
"No. But the facts Nanoha! The facts!" She slapped the back of her hand to her palm in emphasis.
"Please do enlighten me."
"He made a special room and wants to see us in it. Why else would he other than-"
Nanoha held up her hand. She didn't need to hear more. "Fate, be a good girl and listen to what the doctor has to say."
"But-" Fate insisted.
"No buts. Sit." Nanoha commanded, regrettably using her instructor's voice on a grown woman, who should have known better.
Arms folded in defiance, Fate took a seat and glared at the doctor.
The doctor was unperturbed. He took off his glasses, puffed on it, and rubbed the lenses clean with his shirt.
Nanoha apologized for her wife's behavior.
But the doctor waved it off. He inspected his glasses for any dirt while addressing them. "She has a valid concern, but mein liebes kind," (my dear child) he placed his glasses back on, his large eyes gazing in Fate's direction. "I'm a prrrofessional. And an old man. My passion lies vid science. You have nozing to fearrr."
"The room," the doctor continued from earlier, "has special machines-"
Before Fate could retort Nanoha shot her a sideways glance. Effectively causing, Fate to hold her tongue out of respect to her wife. Or to avoid time alone with the couch. She shivered. She didn't want to go through that again. The first time was more than enough and over some petty argument she couldn't even remember now.
"-zat monitor your magic level and during climax trrransforms magic from rrraw enerrrgy to a life forrce."
He saw the blank stares and sighed, "ze machines vill allow you to make a life using magic."
"How?" Nanoha asked curiously.
"It's a complicated prrrocedure. Just know it can be done."
Fate didn't believe him for a second. "I want to see the room."
The doctor nodded. "HANS!"
The male nurse from earlier strut in. "Ja, Doctorrr."
"Ze room. Bring ein junges paar to ze room" (young couple). He then left with a giddy step to his walk.
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The room had a cozy atmosphere. No windows or holes for peeping toms. Fate couldn't even spot the machines. It looked like any other bedroom, but she knew that wasn't true.
Nanoha opened a drawer filled with toys and closed it quickly. She then went to stand beside Fate, who surveyed the room intently. "What do you think?"
"He's a good illusionist."
Nanoha shook her head, but had to smile. Fate was just being Fate, and even her stubborn overprotective side was adorable.
"Come I want to see the control room." Fate held the door open for Nanoha and walked out after her.
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Twenty or so monitors were in the small room, most were on one side facing the door. Buttons, switches, levers, and keypads were everywhere else.
"Is beautiful. No?" The doctor said with pride.
"Activate it with someone in the room. I want to see exactly what it monitors." Fate stood behind the seated the doctor, watching the blank monitors closely.
He spun his chair and faced Nanoha. "Frau you have a feisty one." (mrs.)
"I wouldn't have her any other way." She said warmly.
The doctor chortled merrily. "Daz good." He turned to his control panel and enthusiastically hit some buttons like the mad scientist he was. "HANS! Hurry in ze room. Shnell! Shnell!" (Let's go)
A few moments later they heard a beeping sound coming from the heart monitor. Another machine showed blood pressure while others showed other vitals, but none held any visuals or audio of the room.
"Have him perform a spell." She wasn't yet entirely convinced.
"Persistent." The doctor hit the intercom button.
"Doctorrr?"
"Perform a spell for ze Frau."
"Ja"
The line went dead.
A few moments later, when a monitor blinked to life a grid with a generic outline of a human body emerged. At the heart a blue colored light pulsated brightly. But, as the heart pumped magic the blue shifted to green, than yellow, and other colors as it moved to the extremities of the body. Eventually, the diagram was colored in a beautiful rainbow of colors with blue at its core. Other monitors graphed and recorded other aspects of magic.
She didn't believe it, but there was clearly no proof of perversion. "Okay. You're clear." She grudgingly muttered to the doctor.
The doctor merely grinned toothily. "So vhen do you vant to begin?"
"I'll think about it." Fate didn't have a conclusive answer and wished to consider their options carefully.
Nanoha, on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted.
"Shall we go?" Fate offered Nanoha her hand.
She gently clasped it.
Before they left the room, Nanoha discreetly winked at the doctor, who blankly watched them leave.
As the door closed his eyes twinkled madly, his mirth growing by the second. Vith dat firecrack. I vill finally have my guinea pigs. He burst out laughing at his good fortune.
Meanwhile, Nanoha concocted a plan to convince Fate to go for the third option. If she pulled it off right she'd have Fate in the palm of her hand.
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Bonus scene
Creating a physically, mentally, and magically normal baby within the same sex using magic
By Dr. Aberstein
Using techniques in creation of familiars and artificial mages as well as some special machinery it is possible to impregnate same sex couples. All tests were done on rats, pigs, and chimps within the same sex on both male and female pairs. Three trials were conducted per species. The candidates separated into three magic levels: low, mid, and high. The average chance of conception for all three trials within each level of magic were as follows: 95% for high level magic, 80% for mid level magic, and 40% for low level magic. Other results were: normal period of gestation, normal development within gestation and afterbirth, and baby was found to be normal physically, mentally, and magically. Therefore, it is possible to impregnate the same sex within all ranges in magic level, and create a baby that is no different from a natural born. Although, a higher success rate is found from mid level magic and up due to the level of magic being equivalent to fertility.
For a life to grow within the same sex three key factors are required: One is an emotional drive. Two magic. Three, the special machinery necessary to make it possible.
An emotional drive is the emotion a mage uses to fuel their magic. Rather than the emotion of determination or anger commonly used in offensive magic or the emotion of self preservation in defensive magic, the libido is used to fuel magic during treatment. Libido, in this case, takes two forms: receiving and giving. The emotions of receiving and giving take on forms analogous to the man and woman during sex. A woman receives life while a man gives it. Within the same sex these emotions exist and are heightened by prior consumption of a fertility pill. In addition, the pill promotes a magic release during orgasm. The type of libido taken is dependent on the person's feeling at a particular moment in time. For instance, one moment person A is in a receiving mood while the next moment person A is in a giving mood. Hence, during treatment either partner is equally likely to get pregnant. It is also important to note whatever emotion is felt during climax will ultimately determine, which of the partners will be pregnant. Thus, while both are equally likely to get pregnant only one will become pregnant.
Magic is used as the vehicle and stabilizer for the new life. Therefore two forms of magic are required. The first form of magic, the vehicle, carries the DNA of the giver to the receiver. This is done by using a technique similar to the creation of a familiar, which transforms a beast to a higher life form. The transformation requires the creator's magic to alter the existing life form's DNA and as such permanently sustain the familiar's life. Thus, magic, in the familiar's case, becomes a life force since the familiar's existing life force is no longer sufficient to sustain itself. To create a life the opposite must be done. Instead of altering DNA, we transform the giver's life force into DNA. This is done by a special machine that senses the magic of each partner determines which is the giver and fires a spell that is painless and undetectable to the giving mage. So when the giver releases magic it carries, within it, the giver's DNA, which is identical to the DNA carried in sperm. The same is done to the receiver, only the receiver's magic will absorb the giver's magic, allowing normal fertilization to begin.
Once fertilized the giver's magic slowly breaks its link with the receiver and phase two: magic as a stabilizer for the new life begins. It is done using techniques in artificial mage cloning. Where the creator's magic stabilizes and nourishes the growing cells, reducing deformities and disease common in cloning without magic, until the clone develops a stable linker core. Similarly, for the fetus to develop normally the mother's magic, the person carrying the fetus, must stabilize the cells of the growing fetus. Otherwise, as seen in research, random clumps of cells form within the first week of growth. Magic as a stabilizer is required up until the seventh month of development where the fetus has a stable linker core.
However, the link lasts for the duration of the pregnancy due to additional functions. In male pregnancy it maintains the environment of the growing fetus and promotes its development. In female pregnancy it informs the woman's body that it is pregnant, allowing the body's natural instinct to occur. The link is formed by a special machine that performs a spell on the mother coaxing her/his magic to link to the cells of the growing fetus. Once the baby is born and the umbilical cord cut the link is severed, and the effects on the body due to pregnancy slowly diminish.
Furthermore, upon comparing the pregnancy under treatment and natural pregnancy no differences were found during fetal development and health as well as the mother's body changes. Pregnant males grow breast for breastfeeding, have cravings, mood swings, amongst other symptoms. Female pregnancy is normal as well. So, the mother experiences a normal pregnancy with all its symptoms.
Thus with proper machines, emotion, and magic same sex couples can create a normal and healthy child genetically related to the couple and the mother experiences a normal pregnancy.
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I apologize for the long wait. I have no excuse other than I left the story for a long time, and just recently got back into it.
I hope Dr. Abersteins more detailed explanation in the bonus scene was understood. But if not ask away and I'll get back to you.
Hoped you enjoyed this :)