Something Scary
by Jonathan "Fanfic Fetishist" Spires
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A suburban town...
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Drake whistled as he entered his house. He took off his armor, gently setting aside his Ultragauntlet. He'd let the girls he used today out for Taming later. "Honey? I'm home!" he called out. His Lieutenant, recently his wife, was expecting their first child and was nine months along, so she had to stay home. He was looking forward to some fun times with her.
Now if she'd only show up. "...Honey? Martha?" The dusky, auburn-skinned man ran a hand through his short brown hair. "Hello?"
Nothing. He looked around the seven room house he and his harem shared, worried. "Martha? Where are you?" he called out, looking around. He went through the living room, checking around the plush couches, moving into the kitchen. Normally, there'd be something cooking on the stove by now, but the oven was cool. Pantry doors hung open, a chair was overturned.
Drake frowned, getting worried. He was still wielding his sidearm and combat knife. He reached for them... only to find them gone.
"Oh hell..." he said softly. "Martha?" he called out again. Please let her be all right, he thought. He went to his UltraGauntlet, only to find that was gone too.
His heart was racing by this point. Something was very, very wrong. He ran to the kitchen, grabbing a butcher knife and holding in the way he was trained to fight with. He began to search the house, checking for evidence of whomever might be here. Closets, shelves, drawers... Who could be here?
A noise came from upstairs, the sound of a closet door slamming shut. He stared up the stairwell, frowning. He slowly, carefully made his way upstairs. "Martha?" he called out again, worried. Something was very, very wrong...
He made his way into the bedroom, keeping to cover, ready for anything. Slowly, he pulled open the closet door, his heart pounding. He prayed that his wife was okay, that she wouldn't be hurt...
Whirling around to face the closet, he found himself facing a massive of darkness, two glowing red eyes and a glowing red mouth. Taken off guard, he screamed in terror at the horrific sight... which promptly tackled him right onto the bed and gave him a kiss.
"Hi honey!" Martha said in an echoing, ethereal voice, the Boogeyman giggling and licking her husband's cheek with an ethereal tongue.
Drake blinked, staring for a minute. Laying atop him was a living shadow, a beautiful, curvaceous woman made of pure darkness. Her breasts were large, as big as her head, and her belly was swollen with life, twins growing inside her. Her hair was shadowy wisps that flitted about, her face consisting of just the glowing red slits for eyes and mouth that he saw in the closet.
His wife had just been playing a prank on him.
Drake facepalmed, grunting in irritation. "For fuck's sake, Martha! You scared the hell out of me!"
"Sorry!" the Boogeyman giggled. "I was just so hungry, and had a craving for some nice, tasty fear from my husband." And indeed, she was eagerly drinking in the man's terror, the emotion being absorbed from him through her tongue.
Drake gave her a pained look. "You went too far, Martha," he said. "You know how worried I've been lately."
Martha frowned. "You usually don't mind my little spooks," she said. "It's been a while since I've done them..."
Drake sighed. "I know, I know..." He sighed, hugging her. "It's just..."
Martha tasted her husband's fear, and frowned. "You're worried about the babies," she said softly.
"And you!" Drake said, hugging her again and sighing. "I'm worried you'll get sick, I'm worried something might happen to the babies, I'm worried I'll be a bad father..."
"Now, hold on," Martha said, the Boogeyman putting on a pouty face. "I know for a fact that you'll be a great father!"
"How do you know?" Drake asked, sighing and running a hand through his short black hair. His intense brown eyes stared into his wife's glowing red ones.
"Because you've been such a good tamer to me and the girls," Martha said, gesturing to the Ultragauntlet on the top shelf of the closet, alongside the weapons she had snuck out of his belt. The Boogeyman gave him a kiss. "I believe in you, Drake O'Malley. I wouldn't have married you if I hadn't. The girls believe in you." She got up and knelt before him on the bed, jutting out her swollen belly. As Drake watched, he saw the vague impression of a tiny hand pressing out. "And our children believe in you too."
Drake leaned forward, gently stroking and kissing that swollen belly. He lay his ear atop it, listening to the movement and heartbeats of the lives inside of that dark mass. Martha gently stroked her husband's hair, smiling contentedly.
"I... I guess it'll be okay," Drake said after a moment.
"No guessing," Martha said firmly. "It's fine to be a little nervous. You'd be a fool not to be. But right now, honey, you're producing enough fear that I might get FAT from eating it all. That's not healthy." She gently turned his face towards hers. "I want my children to meet their father at his best."
Drake blushed. "S-Sorry..." he said, sitting up. Martha sat down next to him, guiding his hand down to her shapely rump when he put his arm around her.
Martha smiled, giving him a hug. "Believe me, everything will work out. My husband is a wonderful man, and he's got a great team of girls to take care of me too."
Drake kissed her. "I love you," he said.
"And I love you too," Martha said, the living shadow grinning. "Now c'mon. Let's let the others out and make dinner. It's been a long day, and it's time to rest."
THE END
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