Zai woke up to the warm fuzzy sensation of Maika’s belly and the firm embrace of her legs. He felt the warm press of Franky on his back as the sunlight peeked in through their clubhouse’s pentagram-shaped skylight.
“This is the life,” he muttered to himself contentedly as he turned to tenderly wipe the drool off of Franky’s mouth. “It’s the first day of school today my Franky, I hope that you enjoy your first little conquests.”
Maika twitched awake, stirring Franky as she instinctively clenched his head.
Franky shot upright, yelling “I’M READY!” as he catapulted Maika across the room.
“Morning people…” Maika grumbled as she rolled herself upright.
Zai got up and dropped Franky’s folded uniform onto the potato sack. “Get dressed and make your bed while I get breakfast ready.”
Zai helped Franky slip into the baggy clothes and his flesh squirmed a bit until he was just the right size for it.
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“They grow up so fast,” said Zai, “What do you want for breakfast on your first big day?”
“Just dirt is fine.”
“Now now, it’s important to have a well balanced meal, especially on such an important day.”
“Yubidon!” Franky requested excitedly.
“Much better. I’ll get the rice started, and you can give me a hand.”
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Franky slurped up the last finger as he made his way toward Zai. As he did, he noticed Maika wrapped around his left arm, peeking out from behind it with her adorably beady eyes. “I can’t wait until it’s my brood’s first day of school.” she murmured wistfully. As Franky approached, she pulled her legs out of Zai’s arm and landed on the floor.
“Time to commemorate this most auspicious day,” Zai said proudly as the holes closed up. “Stand against the wall”
Franky leaned up against the wall. Maika scuttled up the wall, and then crawled just above his head, leaving a red line with her foreleg, then continued towards the ceiling.
Zai walked over to the new line, dipping his finger into his closing wounds, and wrote “Franky: 3.5 Lunar Rotations” in the eldritch logography [1].
[1] While the eldritch logography does not have an exact word for ‘Franky’, it does have words for ‘dearest’ and ‘meat tube’.