Momiji the deer belongs to DXL128 DXL128 http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dxl128/
Sheltem/Zellandra belongs to Sheltem

Based on the comic Surprise Adoption http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21107117/
A big thanks to DXL128 for saying this was good enough to upload. I hope it is.
This was my first upload a year ago, so there are probably quite a few rough edges still here.

If you're wondering who/what Sheltem and Zellandra are http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20999033/


Zellandra The Mother.


Sheltem yawned a very tired yawn. The 1.1 meter tall fluffy white rabbit-kin looked on in to the endless void that stood before him. From every crevice a shriek came, a horrific landscape perfectly suited to the nightmarish parasite known as Zellandra.
Zellandra looked up from reading the documents on their Dreambed one of the only two non-writhing shape in the dark pulsating landscape. Unlike the fevered gait of Sheltem moving through this horror, wincing at his caged previous lives, Zellandra moved calmly, radiating an aura of both chilling fear and deep love. Zellandra the Nightmare Parasite forged from the fragments of previous lives that plagued the unbirth victim's mind; she contained all the knowledge, power, and love of children yearning to return to their mothers, as well as their hunger for revenge. This horrific amalgamation reached her brother and calmly picked him up, and gave him an enormous bear hug full of unrestrained empathy and love. Sheltem yawned and hugged her back. She was soft, perhaps a 1.9 meters tall vivacious mockery of Sheltem with a large bosom and hourglass frame, totally impractical for any save the shape-shifter for which she was.

“You seem far too tired for an average day Sheltem, what happened?” she stated worriedly
“I was looking into adopting a kid like we've been talking about, Zell.” he yawned.
“I just can't seem to find anyone we would want to adopt, Momiji's been helping but...” He shrugs dismissively.
Zellandras eyes flicker and a smile touches her lips.
Zellandra sets Sheltem down where he walks over and collapses onto the mental bed.
“Sleep well dear brother, and yearn no more.” she says softly.
She smiles a red aura reaching out and forcing Sheltem's body to stillness and deep peaceful sleep.
“Yearn no more dear brother, I have the perfect child to love with all our heart.” she purred.
She WOULD have a child tonight, to love and care for.
Selene Lyne, Selene the Kind, Selene the Gentle, the only non caged resident of these halls looked up from stroking a picture of her mother.
“What of their choice” she asked sadly?
Zell, with a chuckle, reaches out and hugs her “Oh dear sweet Selene, you should know that matters little.”
“For the hunt has begun.”

Zelandra opened their eyes, she was on their bed her body just as she had requested Sheltem leave it, naked and with the fresh smell of a bathed Mimiga. When he needed to sleep, she took over, and when he woke up, she would recede to mend the mental damage and fatigue they both inflicted on their waking body. She rolled her eyes at the penis and flat chest that her brother preferred. Slowly she breathed out a dense red mist from her mouth that gripped and tugged at her male body. Genes organs and even dna slowly, painlessly, succumbed to the growing nightmarish fog. With the minute details in place, ravenous nightmare fragments stole pieces from certain areas and like a billion tiny workers painlessly reformed their flesh into the female creature known as Zellandra. She stretched yawning, shaking her head her ears flapping as she got up and looked at herself in her full-body mirror. She frowned, she looked at her hips. While suitable for the occasional one night stand, she was looking to “adopt” a certain deer. She simply didn't look the motherly part, not that she couldn't fix this glaring problem, it would simply take time, time she didn't want to spend. “Oh well” she sighed dismissively, even more hapless saps wouldn't be seeing the following morning she guessed. Blowing the thin strands of head fur off her normally concealed eye she went into her closet to look for a good shirt. “I'll need to do a bit of hunting before going after my prey.” She thought to herself grinning.
The darkness of the cool autumnal evening worked perfectly to shroud the female in the dense red mist. After perhaps a 10 mile jog she decided no one would be able to track her back from this far out, especially with her being in the street nicknamed Dead-man's Stop. She looked around, she doubted he'd be anywhere nearby so it was safe to lay her trap here. The gratified rundown pallets of Dead-man's Stop often provided seedier persons with targets for their various hungers. No sooner had she thought these things to herself than a hand proceed to grab her from behind, a hand on her mouth.
She exited the darkened ally with a dark smile on her lips.
And she thought to herself
“Much more motherly hips.”

She felt them squirming in her chest calling out for help, hands pressing out against the curved flesh she patted her chest as she saw one of the hands' fingers pop off. The Nightmare parasite Zellandra stood in the back of a darkened alleyway the milk-laden clothes of the first three of her victims dripping slowly on the cracked cobblestones, a small mouse wearily coming out to lick the spilling ichor. She'd need quite a bit of magic to pull this off, and the terror she was feeding off of from her victims was providing an excellent source. She frowned at the rate she was going she'd need at least 2 more to make the transformation permanent, and she didn't know if she had quite the room for them. Absorption was all well and good she supposed but she didn't particularly want to explain to Sheltem why his male body was 2.3 meters tall the next morning, she'd be hearing enough yelling for doing this behind his back. She turned her attention back to her surroundings the two beaten garbage tins acting as excellent cover should she need it. She crouched in wait the last sounds of struggle fading in the engorged mounds of flesh. The darkness of the approaching night weighed heavily on the eerily quiet alleyway. She didn't need her fog cover anymore as the dark smog filled clouds chilled by the night air came to rest over everything in this section of the city. She, personally, didn't need to breath, so this wasn't much of an issue. But to catch pray... perhaps she would need to move on. Then she heard it, a coughing sound coming from the far side of the street. Her eyes turning a crimson hue as she saw him a tall fox, perhaps 30 35 years of age? He was looking around, an eyebrow raised. She recognized the emblem on his dark emerald jacket. He was a businessman, probably technology based, perhaps agriculture, she always mixed those two up. Well, either way...

Gerald Technis, of the great line of Technis, grumbled and coughed in the fog-choked air. “Why did i agree to come out here tonight?” He thought to himself. He'd have the hide of the skinny bitch who had exposed him for cheating on his wife. He claimed he had come here to apologize but he had any intention but. His gun hand concealed in his jacket. He banged on the door of his former mistress. Gelit open up, it's me! He felt something poke his back, he turned around waving his gun. He started to sweat... maybe... maybe he should just go home. The street light flickered in its place then went out. He couldn't see it but it looked like... mist? Mist was circling the street. His heart pounded in his chest as he pounded on the door. Gelit let me in, please for the love of god let me in! There's something out here! A hand grabbed his arm pulling him around. Nothing was there. The lights one by one going out, leaving only a heavy toxic cloud and a deathly silence in the pitch black, the cloud obscuring even the starlight above. An eye opened up in the fog, a red eye inhuman and horrific. Then another and another and another, opening in cascades as if writhing beetles suspended in the air all looking at the fool who roused their hunger. Please I'll give you anything, just let me go. Urine ran down his leg as teeth opened up in the cloud a thousand eyes coalescing into a single line of razor teeth. In the last moments of his life, the man once known as Gerald Technis -
knew what a nightmare truly was.

She growled as she mashed him into her breasts, the fool still trying to struggle as he choked on the milk he was about to become. She concentrated and with an audible *shwuck* the man was banging his fists on his fleshy prisons. She shivered as she did so, the feeling was indescribably pleasant sort of an orgasm in reverse. She patted her now even more engorged breasts and pulled silently into the alleyway. She felt his fear, this one she had scared so perfectly she had enough magic stored up to finish her spells! She concentrated as she reached inward with her mind peeling the nightmare fog into the milk itself slowly suffusing it with a transformative property much akin to hers. Second she added her own take on the trauma Sheltem had suffered so many times over. The milk suffused with the “breath of rebirth” not only forced its victim into a state of pure mindless serenity, but erased their memories, making for a perfect child to “adopt” as she wished.

She heard the clatter of footsteps on the cobblestones as another fool came to their death. Smiling in a self-assured way she heard a voice talking. Strangely it sounded familiar to her she frowned she was getting her child consequences be damned! She reached out and grabbed the deer by the mouth and arm, pulling him back, into the dark alleyway, into his doom. She was struck dumb. “MOMIJI!?” she screamed in her mind, how, what ,why..... perfect. She forced him to her agonizingly overfilled breasts. He struggled until she held his nose forcing him to drink, after the first suck she didn't have to do anything else as the magic took hold.
“No Stop drinking! Please! HELP!” Came the gurgling cry of the dissolving man. Momiji was oblivious, his mind at first fighting to maintain control slowly washing away in a sea of white, peace and fulfillment.
“Momiji” she said a tear coming from her eye.
“Momiji? Who was Momiji?” he asked himself, it didn't matter, all that mattered was drinking, was sating the need he felt.
Slowly changes started to occur his black glossy fur started to whiten and fluff, his ears grew out and his tail shrunk, he felt as if he was growing smaller, it was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt. He needed more. He drank more. He changed more. In an endless cycle that he wished would never stop. But eventually it did.
“Malice” she said. “Malice! Yu-hoo!”
“Malice?” She asked
“That's your name little one” she said softly and warmly to her five year old tiny daughter. “Mommy Zellandra wants to take you home to meet uncle Sheltem.”
The female Mimiga that once was called Momiji, replied “Yes mommy!”
With a smile on her lips she held the small girls hand “Stay close to mommy, Hun”
A somewhat bewildered look came over her face as she said “yes mommy...”
Zellandra smiled in her own loving way at her child. She beamed inwardly, with barely restrained jubilation and happiness. She had a child to love, She had a daughter to rear, to see grow up! Something none of the pieces of her had EVER seen. She would never give her up, never! She was happy.
She was Zellandra the Mother.

– Epilogue –
“Mom? Can Colet and Minie come over?” asked the kindergartner.
Zellandra looked down from the food she was preparing. A small stir-fry of flowers and grasses.
She smiled, “I don't know Malice, did you clean up your toys from the last time they came over?”
“Uhhh...” she zinged off.
Malice smiled her heart full of hope for her daughter's future. She was a good child and she'd done her damnedest to raise her as such. Just then a figure came into the room.
“Its official” said Sheltem
“they're giving up looking for him.”
“Damnit Momiji why did you have to go and get eaten.” said Sheltem. A tear streaming down his cheek. “They think its the same pred who ate the Andersons on eighteenth street”
Zellandra chuckled in her mind, “well.. they weren't wrong”.
Zellandra yawned.
“Don't you think it's about time we rejoined, I could use the extra help with Malice.”
“I guess so” he said sighing. “There's just no way he's still alive and I... I just don't want to tell Merlyne that we gave up.”
“You did your best brother” she says patting him on the ears. “That's all anyone can ask.”
Malice zings back into the room, her black leather turtleneck now covered in dust and finger-paint. Ok! Now can they come over? Please!!!!! She bends down and rubs her head fluff and ears of course little one. “Oh! Minie's mom said she's been having bad nightmares, I don't know if she'll...” she says evasively obviously waiting until after Zellandra had agreed to bring up the problem. Zellandra chuckles hugging her daughter with all the love and empathy she could muster. She looks her in the eyes forehead to forehead and says I promise you Malice no one will ever have a nightmare here
unless I want them too.

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