The bath was at least comforting, and they gave me my dress back after it. I'm thinking they're starting to get scared of me now. I wonder if they would fear Yzzorres as well, or if it's really the fact that I can get them to pop. Probably both. Yzzorres would've burned the forest down before I even met the Pixies so that she could go back to sleep.

Then the injured really are above the bath. Some of the pixies were laughing when I came up and stared at their queen, so I guess she really did get permission for her stupid trick. The number of injured is a lot lower than what she faked. No need for bunks or anything crazy.

Probably about a hundred pixies in here. I hope they didn't have a bunch die before I made it here. I don't know how to ask. I probably shouldn't, but it would be nice to know how much damage the war caused. These hundred don't come close to the number of injured that cycled through just my healing camp. And I was missing for several days of the war.

Treedoc said they don't fight directly, so hopefully they really didn't have many more injured or dead.

The most common injury among the pixies was a lost limb. I'm guessing from getting hit by their own traps. They all had some wild stories about directly attacking the monsters on their own as the rest fled or something funny. They had their stories well rehearsed, but also all very similar. The last group of the bunch couldn't hold back their cute laughs as they gave the brave war story.

And now, I'm getting tackled and tickled by the hundred or so pixies.

"Please stop... Please!" I laugh out. "Oh, please."

"Thank you," the group chants. Slowly, they kiss me on the cheek and fly off one by one. Treedoc is just smiling at me as I struggle with a crowd of tickling pixies. Eventually, enough leave that I can sit up again, and the last few dozen stop trying to tickle me and just kiss me.

"You're really pretty," the last pixie says. "Thanks for the fun!"

"You all made me piss myself," I huff. "I'm heavily pregnant and have been for a decade. I can't take this treatment."

"But it was so funny!" she says, sneaking in another kiss before running off and leaving me with just Treedoc.

"Sorry, even I have to deal with them tackling me," Treedoc says. "Though I don't normally have to deal with them all tickling me. I don't have the room for them all to touch me. Normally, just a few groups tickle me, then I have to deal with the kisses."

"I don't believe you," I say. "Or you could've warned me or helped me."

"Warn you, maybe, but this was always going to happen. I'm not going to deny my people the chance to thank the one who heals over a hundred of them in a day. I can kiss you if you like," Treedoc says. "I can clean up your clothing. That, I promise, has happened to me more than I would like to say. Pixies don't care that much. They'll be talking about your beautiful laughter and feeling the kids in your womb. If I say anything bad about you, I'll have the pixies overthrow me in a second. They're already a little mad about my reaction yesterday. I am sorry for storming off. I held more funerals in the last month than I would've liked to have done. No one blames you for it; the aggressors are the ones who are to blame. I'm happy we fought them back and killed the leaders."

"Doesn't change the shame I feel," I say.

"As you said, you're pregnant, have been pregnant, and the pixies wouldn't stop. There is no shame for your body reacting as all do. Sorry, I can't do more for you. But I promise you that I've ruined many dresses over the year from the pixie's attacks," Treedoc says, floating down to my belly. She waves her hand, and my dress dries out. "I promise you'll see me, and maybe even others, doing something similar as the kids grow up. Every one of those women has been through this before. Your laughter is beautiful. I hope you can laugh plenty without us tackling you. We do have some funny tricks here and there. Shall we close out our deal?"

I guess it's true, I don't laugh much anymore. Or do I? How often should you laugh? My second body does smile a lot, but it's normally Mommy or Aurora that laughs first, then my second body. So I do laugh, it just takes a lot to get it to happen. "I do laugh," I say. "You don't know me that well."

"I didn't say anything about the amount you laugh," Treedoc says. "I just hope you do laugh without us forcing it out. Sorry if it felt like I was saying something was wrong with you. Ugh, I'm saying sorry a lot. This isn't how I should be acting. Kids. Would you like to play with our kids first, or start making some more first?"

"Do I have the time to play with kids?" I ask.

"Of course," Treedoc says. "You're too fast at healing. Someone as young as you shouldn't have the skill to heal so many women at once. Proves the Goddesses have been messing with the world too much. Stirring the pot."

"You're carrying twins," I say. "There's nothing you say that can get you out of that. We can get your harem pregnant, then bring Ioelena in to play with the kids as well."

"I asked someone to bring her in already," Treedoc says. "She's in a waiting room. We can meet up with her later. Unless?"

"No, I'm not getting my wife pregnant around you all. I'm not trusting you with that activity," I say. "Pull any funny business with your pregnancy, and I'll talk to Fertility about the pixies."

"I understand," Treedoc says. "Pixies don't give birth to twins, fairies too."

"You'll have to figure it out," I say. "Because I'm not asking for permission."

"Well, I asked for it, I guess," Treedoc says. Do they have a Pixie goddess that yelled at them last night or something? "Come on. Just a few buildings over. We have a room you people can fit in, attached to the palace. We like to fly around in it normally, but we have the strange bath setup for you right now."

This is going to be so weird. Maybe I should have Ioelena help me? Perhaps I could've brought Inanos or Vanya. I think Ioelena likes Vanya. That would've been smart. Had those two handle the 'harvesting.' "Maybe I should have Ioelena help me," I say. "This is going to be so weird."

"It's better than having one of our males get you pregnant," Treedoc says. "That process is a weird one. You may be able to fix it up, but trust me. Nobody walks away from that one happy."

"So you walk away from that bath happy?" I ask. I don't think the women of the Queendoms would let enough men get together and put their seed in a bath for me, even to have a foot bath. Which is probably a good thing. I'm sure Ashryn would've found a way to make me take that bath if they could get the supplies.

"Yes, it's a strange bath, but I'll be pregnant, and I've been through worse baths before," Treedoc says. "This way. Ioelena will meet us there."

The palace wasn't far. Just a few buildings over. The human-sized portion was just a single room with a shallow tub in the middle of it, with a number of pixies hanging out around the edge of the tub.

Ioelena is waiting off to the side with a pixie messing with her pink hair.

"Hello," I say.

"Hi," Ioelena says. "The harem has been explaining how this will work. Sounds like I have some work to do. Do you want me to distract you, or just do it?"

"A distraction would be nice," I say. "I wouldn't mind a little show from my wife."

"I would be happy to help," Ioelena says.

"Thank you," I say. "I didn't really think about how this would work when I promised this."

"Our family has had some thoughts about the process, but we have never done it. At least none have shared the process," Ioelena says.

"From the small hints to how it works, I'm not surprised," I say. "Even the way they say thank you is strange."

"Your laugh was great," Treedoc says. "Wives, strip. We have kids to start creating!"

Treedoc flies around her wives, each one losing their little dresses as she moves along. Ioelena slides up to me. She gives my horns a soft tug to get me to look at her.

I don't think she knows what the pixies did to her hair. She looks like she has bunny ears as she slides her dress off. Her arms gliding out of her sleeves, so just her breasts keep the dress up. She shouldn't be strong enough to shrink them, so she'll have to come up with some other way to slide the dress down farther.

Her method is using my belly. She gives me a warm hug, resting her head on the top of my big belly, and moves her tits around till the dress slips far enough to slide off her. Like me, she didn't wear anything underneath, leaving just her beautiful, tanned skin out for me to see.

"Do you wish to strip, my Lady?" Ioelena says, her hands wandering about my belly. "Or would you like me to go underneath?"

"It's just a dress on," I say. "Stripping won't be too much of an issue."

"Let me help you out then, my dear," Ioelena says. She has to start from the bottom. My belly makes it impossible for the dress to fall off me, and it makes it nearly impossible to take a dress off in a sexy way. Robes are really the only way to have some sort of slow, sexy reveal. I can ask Shyla to work on that problem. I'm sure her Mother would appreciate that work. "I never thought pregnant women were beautiful before I saw you. Vanya was more my kind of girl. But you really do make a great argument for pregnancies."

"We do have a certain glow when pregnant," I say. "Vanya is a pretty woman. How does she look while pregnant?"

"She would look beautiful in a pile of trash," Ioelena says.

"I thought so," I say. "We have a job to do. I want to hear all about what makes you love Vanya. I need to learn about my wives now that I'm not going for a divorce."

"I would love to, dear," Ioelena whispers. She starts to go to her knees, but I hold her up.

"We aren't by the tub yet," I say. "And you can't speak to me if you're all the way down there. Also, Treedoc, if you do anything to make more semen come out, you should be careful. I spill a bit more than the average man does. Something to do with my patron goddesses and skills."

"We'll live," Treedoc says.

"Don't blame me if you get triplets," I say. I hope one of her wives plays that trick on her. Or maybe she'll ask me to confirm the count?

"Please don't," Treedoc says, but Ioelena has started on my shaft with her soft fingers. Her body presses against me as her head rests on my shoulder. She whispers about the intricates of Vanya's body and mind to me.

Vanya really didn't deserve the treatment she got. But I can't be blamed for that. I was tricked into it. It was meant for Elora's womb.

I'll make it up to her.