Today was finally the day! After years of talk, romantic dinners, and sighing happily in each other's arms, Brass was getting married to his beloved Gertrude! Dressed in a black tuxedo gifted by Uncle Billy (which was regretfully narrow in the middle, exposing his gut and belly button), Brass was all ready & set for his wedding.

The wonderous day was set at the family beach house by the sea. The clear waters of Emerald Bay twinkled like diamonds in the sunlight while waves crashed on the shore. White tables and chairs were set in the golden sand while an altar was placed by a pair of Unoba Trees, a classic symbol of eternal love. Family members congregated peacefully and took their seats while the catering crew readied platters and pans of food, including a lovely three-tier cake. Red, white, and pink roses were tied everything and love hung on every whisper and breath.

In defiance to tradition, Brass snuck away from the chaos of the main house, his groom William in particular, to check on his fiancée. He knocked on the bedroom door, his heart a'twitter.

"Ooooooh Gertrude! How's the loveliest lady in the world doing?" said Brass, his voice heavy with affection.

On the other side of the door, busily fixing her hair in the mirror, Gertrude smiled. Behind her was a scenic window that looked out to the sea, as well as the makeshift alter. An elderly officiant was getting into place, helped by his aides, while a few stragglers admired the oceanic view. They noted how silver-finned Axai Fish skirted across the sea's surface like birds, as well as a pair of dorsal fins cutting through the water like blades.

"Oh, Brass! Don't you know its bad luck to see the bride before the hour of her wedding?" said Gertrude.

"I know! But I miss you!" Brass leaned against the door. It audibly creaked from his body weight, all two hundred pounds of him. "Besides, neither of us has X-Ray vision. So it doesn't count."

"Mmm, maybe?" Once her hair was in order, all red and curly, Gertrude readjusted her wedding dress. White as snow with pink flowers adorning it here-and-there, the dress was a work-of-art marred only by the fact that it was a size too small. Much like Brass' tux, it was a hand-me-down from Gertrude's older sister, so it took a lotta squeezing to fit it comfortably. "Seems against the spirit of the thing, sweetie."

Back-and-forth this banter continued. Brass lavished Gertrude with praise, eagerly describing how they'd celebrate their honeymoon in the exotic land of Karfar, while Gertrude talked family matters. How was Aunt Lily, did Uncle George arrive on time or was the train late? Who was watching cousin Oliver and keeping the kids out of mischief? Such matters interested Brass not right now, but he answered each question as best as he could; after all, what was a wedding without family?

"... and you're sure Nana Tiffany is okay? She's not getting sunburn?"

"She's fiiiiine! We put her in the shade, no worries."

"Good. You know how she peels. Nobody wants to see that mess." While adjusting a bra strap, Gertrude squinted into the mirror. She could swear a shadow moved silently in the window, but when she turned around, it was gone. Gertrude shrugged, only lightly noting that the makeshift altar looked more... disheveled than before. Perhaps the wind was giving them trouble?

Turning back to the mirror, her focus entirely on Brass' voice, Gertrude failed to hear the distinct thump of flesh hitting the hardwood floor.

"Oh, and my younger sister, Jannett? Has she made sure the ring bearer is ready?"

"Yeah. Morgan is so pumped! Haven't seen the lil' guy this excited since his sixth birthday."

"Good. I'd hate to... to..." Gertrude's eyes grew wide as a large, shadowy figure loomed over her with great sharp teeth. Water dripped off the figure, landing on her brow, and the foul stench of melting meat struck Gertrude full in the face. It was enough to curdle her nose and make her eyebrows fizzle off from the caustic breath. "Oh no. Please don-"

Another thump came behind the door, louder this time. It was heavy enough to shake bedroom and make dishware across the beach house jitter in place. Brass felt it with his whole body and blinked with surprise.

"Gertrude?" Brass paused, only to be answered with silence. "Gertrude, sweetie? Are you okay? Did something fall over?"

Nothing. Brass was greeted by nothing but silence. Well, not quite nothing. Although faint, Brass heard a soft glurk glurk glurk noise. It sounded like water dripping from a hose, or perhaps minced meat being squeezed into a sausage casing. Such gross sounds echoed throughout the bedroom, growing louder all the time, tinged with an air of desperation. Glurk glurk gloooooorp GLURK GLURK GLOOOOOORP!!!

Brass gulped hard and knocked on the door.

"G-Gertrude? Did something h-happen?"

Still nothing. The gross, wet sounds came faster. Glurkglurkglurkgwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllpppppppp!!!!!

Brass broke out into sweat. "Sorry, love, but I'm coming in! Please forgive me!"

With a grunt, Brass tried to open the door. Due to time and the ample sea salt in the air, however, the wood was warped into an odd shape. Brass tried again, shoving his shoulder into the door. It popped open slightly, and on the third try, the door flew open. Brass stumbled inside...

... only to find a strange shark Spawn occupying the bedroom. Wearing naught but a chest binder, the Spawn laid upon the floor like a beached whale. Covered in blue-and-white scales and peppered in pink scars, perhaps trophies from an ancient undersea battle, the Spawn was massive, more than twice the size of a full-grown man. From head-to-tail, the Spawn was coated in sea water, which dripped off every body part.

But that wasn't the strange part, oh no! For who could imagine that this Spawn had two heads! To the left side, the head had chestnut brown hair with an X-shaped scar upon the bridge of her nose. To the right side, the other head had tawny hair and a scar upon her chin. Both heads stared at Brass queerly, surprised by his arrival, but not the least because Gertrude's arm hung out of the left head's toothy maw, grasping the air.

An eerie silence filled the bedroom. Nobody dared blink, nobody dared to move. Save for the soft groan of digestion emanating from the Spawn's gut, which was swollen round, doughy, and pale like a miniature moon, nobody made a sound.

Glorp glorp plorp plorp...

Then, like a dog caught in the act of leaking on the carpet, the Spawn guiltily continued to devour Gertrude. She took long, deep gulps, slurping up the fiancée to the wrist. Not once did she break eye contact with Brass, almost hoping he was both blind and dumb.

Naturally, Brass freaked the fuck out.

"Geri!" shouted Brass. Like an Aeroball player, the young man launched himself at the Spawn. He took Gertrude by the hand, grasping tight, while digging his shoes into the Spawn's shoulders. With a mighty tug, Brass tried to pry his fiancée free from this shark's jaws. "Don't worry, Geri! I'll save you!"

Instantly, the shark Spawn froze, caught in a sudden battle of tug-of-war. Both heads glanced at one other before the right head looked at Brass.

"Uh, dude? Give it up. She's shark chow." The right head, Rebecca, raised an eyebrow. With her right eye obscured by her bangs, the gesture felt extra poignant. "Like, I get it. You don't wanna lose your bride-to-be. But look at us, then at yourself. This is like a pebble challenging a mountain to a size contest. Do you really think you'll win?"

"Yah!" said the left head, Rachel. With her mouth full of Gertrude, Rachel's words were greatly muffled. "Orry! Ay gud-eye!"

Alas, Brass wouldn't listen. He kept pulling on Gertrude's hand, trying to set her free. Gertrude helped too, holding onto her fiancé for dear life. But the saliva that coated Gertrude's hand made things slippery, and with how deep Gertrude was entombed in the giant gut, progress was slow. With the faintest slurk, Brass pulled Gertrude out of the throat by an inch and only that.

Pitiful the progress may be, but as Brass freed his fiancée, tears welled in Rachel's eyes. Nobody liked having food pulled straight out of their gut, and Rachel's throat burned. So instinctively, she took another hearty gwuuuuuuuuyyuulllllppp and swallowed Gertrude until the fiancée's hand fit wholly inside her jaws.

Brass' heart sank in his chest. "No no no! This can't be happening!"

With an eye roll and groan, Rebecca took Brass by the shoulder. Seizing her inhuman strength, Rebecca threw Brass across the room until he fell onto the bed. "Ugh! Would you cut it out already, you nobody loser? You're ruining our lunch!"

When Brass hit the mattress, he bounced once or twice before tearing himself upright again. He dashed for the Spawn, only for Rachel to take another huge swallow. With a lip-smacking glooooooooooooooorrrppp, Gertrude's hand slid down Rachel's throat before the shark snapped her jaws shut. A long, plaintive cry came from Gertrude as she disappeared into that fishy prison, before she was smothered by a thousand pounds of muscle, fat, and cartilage. And while struggles could be seen beneath the white scales, Gertrude's face and hands leaving imprints upon the damp surface, any words were drowned out by the gastric churns of digestion.

Shlrk shlrk gwrrrlp gwrrrlp siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzzzzlllleeeeeeeeeeeee

The sight was enough to knock the wind out of Brass' sails, much like a punch to the gut. He fell to his knees at Rachel & Rebecca's side, gazing in horror. Every time Gertrude pressed her face against the shark's insides, muscles contracted like a vice, squeezing the young woman tightly. With each second, struggling grew harder as the stomach shrank around Gertrude and her body was kneaded like dough, softening her up for digestion.

"Wh-what? No... no..." said Brass. "This... this can't be... we were gonna get married. Everyone is... waiting for us."

While Rachel smacked her lips and tried not to look Brass in the eye, lest guilt stab through her heart like a red-hot knife, Rebecca gave Brass a withering look.

"Yeah... about that?"

Silently, Rebecca pointed to her bloated belly. Now that Brass looked at it more closely, the gut was absolutely enormous, akin to an iceberg of flesh and fat. It towered over Brass, nearly touching the ceiling, making it a miracle that the Spawn fit through the window at all.

This gigantic gut, this burbling pot of stew and human meat, this cauldron of sizzling acid was too large to contain Gertrude alone. If Brass peered hard, he could spot more than his fiancée shifting inside the shark. A second pair of hands joined her, then a third. And more skulls than Brass cared to count, each clinking and clanking together like pebbles in a shallow river. Loud, sloshing gurgles emanated from the gut, echoing through the beach house and ringing in Brass' skull. This engine of gastric glory churned two families into nutritious chyme that pumped through the Spawn's innards even now, each jiggle equaling a human life.

Brass' heart stopped.

"Yeaaaaah." Rebecca grinned toothily. While her conjoined twin seemed more interested in picking strips of fabric between her teeth, Rebecca felt a tad more sadistic. "Turns out, holding a wedding ceremony so close to the water was a bad idea. But hey, you humans gotta live and learn! Or die and learn. Whatever."

A nasty chuckle escaped the Spawn, in sync with the gut's gurgles. Rebecca half-expected Brass to burst out into tears, or perhaps to tackle her in a desperate bid for revenge. But no, Brass simply kneeled before the Spawn, gazing upon the enormous gut and how the struggles beneath the slick, wet surface slowed and finally went still.

"Ehehehe... hehe... heh..." said Rebecca, her laughter sputtering out. Sensing Brass' broken spirit, Rebecca decided it was unsportsmanlike to further bully the poor fellow. There was no fun to be had when prey didn't react.

So with a hearty hup, the shark Spawn lifted their heavy body off the floor. Dragging themselves by their scarred arms, they steadily climbed out of the window with the occasional flip of their tail, somehow squeezing that mountainous gut through the tiny hole. Soon, they made their way back to the ocean, leaving a deep groove in the sand.

Before they disappeared into the sea, however, the shark Spawn turned back to the beach house.

"Oh yeah! I got something for yah, lover boy!" shouted Rachel. Clearing her throat, the Spawn beat her fist into her chest. After a few pounds, she let out a mighty belch, enough to blow away much of the makeshift altar, which lay in ruins from their grand feast.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The beach house shook from the hurricane force winds of the belch, which blew off the roof and shattered the the windows. Furniture tumbled over and papers were flung to the far corners of the earth. The beach house was destroyed instantly, like a sandcastle before a tsunami, but amongst this maelstrom flew a single object, which luckily smacked Brass squarely in the forehead. Drenched in drool, acid, and unspeakable meat chunks, it peeled off his head and landed in Brass' hands.

There, its luster faded by the intense heat of the shark's stomach, was Gertrude's wedding ring. Brass stared at it long and hard, speechless, even as a thunderous crash came when the shark Spawn returned to the sea.

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Hours passed. The sun set and the moon rose in the sky, surrounded by her many star children. It took all this time for Brass to dust himself off, gather his nerves, and salvage what remained of the beach house. Sometime during the Nola Sister's rampage, they must have hit the cars, for the tires were slashed and the engines riddled with bite marks. To think that such a fearsome beast could chew through steel made Brass shiver. Even if the Sanchez and Phillips family made a concentrated effort to battle the shark Spawn, they would have been devoured regardless.

Either way, Brass was stranded for the moment, with the closest town a three hour's march north. The other houses that lined the beach were empty, their owners only living here during summer, leaving Brass alone and without transport. Much of the food and drink set for the wedding reception had either been devoured or wasted on the sand, leaving Brass with little to sustain himself.

"Its gonna be a bitch getting into town tomorrow," said Brass, speaking aloud to fill the empty silence. He quietly nommed a stray piece of wedding cake that had miraculously been missed, while a half-drained jar of wine sat at his hip. Any water he'd save for tomorrow's trek. "More than that, that Spawn attacked at the worst possible time. Its like... they knew we'd be here."

While Brass contemplated his situation, and whether it was better to toss himself into the ocean and end the Sanchez line, a thunderous splash came from the shore. Brass froze stiff as a statue, then slowly turned around.

There, climbing out of the sea, was the source of all of Brass' anguish. The Nola Sisters crawled across the beach, leaving a deep groove in the sand. Their figure was smaller than before, closer to a regular Spawn's build, but with a large potbelly and huge hips, their tail flush with fat. Perhaps this was karmic justice; at least the Nola Sisters would remember how the Sanchez & Phillips families hit their figure for years to come?

This gave Brass little solace. Curling his knees into his chest, Brass watched as the Nola Sisters approached him.

"Wh-what do you want?" asked Brass. "Come to finish the job? To eat your fat, juicy dessert?"

The Nola Sisters panted heavily, weighed down by their heavy figure. Spawn could breath air, but their bodies were much better acclimated to the water. Few Spawn could live on-land for more than an hour before their gills collapsed or they dried out. This made it all the more remarkable that the Spawn invaded the wedding at all; while the feast was sumptuous, the risk was quite high.

Gulping air greedily, Rebecca glanced at her twin. "Yeah, Rach! Why the fuck are we here? This pipsqueak isn't worth eating! And I'm pretty sure you exaggerated about picking valuables off the beach. We already spat out all the gold watches, necklaces, and such these rich bastards were hoarding."

"Yeah, well." Rachel shrugged helplessly, rolling her head from side-to-side. "After we ate everyone this fella knew and loved, I kinda... felt bad? Like, I'd totally do it all over again, no question! Your family was delish! Five out of five stars, compliments to the chef! But it seemed unfair? Even mean?"

"Mean? Mean!?" Brass shot upright, his face flush. Although the shark Spawn was far larger, Brass stood head-and-shoulders above them on dry land. "You devoured the love of my life! I'll never see Gertrude again, save for the grace of Onir! And you feel 'kinda bad' about it? I should, I should...!!"

"You'll what?" Rebecca snorted and slapped her tail hard enough to shake the beach like an earthquake. Sand flew everywhere and Brass fell flat on his ass, his bluster melting away like butter on a hot pan. "Pathetic little human. I hate men like you the most! Too weak to act, yet full of arrogance, thinking your kind are the kings of creation! Well, you're not!"

Rebecca jabbed a thumb to her chest. "Around these parts, the Spawn rule! These are our waters, our beaches! Your dinky houses mean nothing compared to our great undersea cities! Yet you think you own the place, spreading your trash into our home, that you can besmirch our territory with your ceremonies. Feh! You make me sick."

Before Rebecca could continue her speciesist rant, Rachel covered her mouth. The Spawn chuckled weakly while her twin tried to pry the hand off.

"Yes yes, we get it, Becky! I hate humans too, but that's no reason to act like seat monsters!" With a powerful thrust, Rachel shoved her sister's head into the sand. While Rebecca tried to free herself, Rachel offered Brass a hand. "So, how about this? We'll make up for stealing your bride. Can't really replace your family, but what can yah doo/"

"Make up...?" Brass raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Simple!" Rachel smiled brightly. "We'll be your girlfriend! If just for tonight."

With an explosion of sand, Rebecca yanked her head from the sand.

"WHAT!? Have you lost your mind, Rachel!?" shouted Rebecca. She waved at Brass, gesturing to every inch of the young man. "Why on Blamur's great green seas would we date a measly shrimp like this!?"

Rebecca's arm flailed about, her fist slamming on the beach so hard that it could splinter bone. Rachel caught it after some effort and looked her twin dead in the eye.

"Hey, hey! Hey." Rachel patted Rebecca on the head. "Think of it this way: by dating this fella, we'll prove beyond a shadow of a doubt why Spawn are just as great as humans. Maybe if he falls in love with us, he'll realize that moping about his lost lady love is silly? And, you know, not report us to the police?"

"As if human police could catch us!"

"No, but the Bluecoats might."

Rebecca raised a finger, ready to argue until sunrise, before the Spawn's shoulders slumped. Rubbing her brow, Rebecca said, "... fine. Fine! There's no arguing you when you get like this! But only until dawn, got it?"

"Got it!" said Rachel, all a'grin. Turning back to Brass, Rachel gave the young man a thumbs up. "See? We'll date you. Aren't you a lucky fella?"

Brass stared at Nola Sisters like they were both crazy loons. After today, after everything they'd done, after the dozens of people they devoured and turned into shark fat, did they honestly expect a night of intimacy could repay this debt? That the spirits of his mother, father, sisters, the Phillips, and Gertrude would be put to peace like this? Honestly, the thought was laughable, if it wasn't so galling.

But as the shark Spawn dragged themselves across the beach, caught Brass' ankle in their ironstrong grip, and dragged him close, Brass felt faint.

"I... I don't suppose I have a say in the matter, do I?" said Brass.

"Nope!" said Rachel brightly. Drool dripping from her toothy maw, Rachel climbed atop Brass, pinning him to the warm sand beneath her cool, slippery flesh. The shark Spawn weighed heavier than a car, if the creak of his bones was any indicator, but their powerful jaws were of more concern. "Now, let's have some fun, new boyfriend! What's your name?"

"It's... it's..."

Brass felt tongue-tied. Despite everything, despite the horrible heartache the Nola Sisters caused him, Brass felt his heart thump hard. Maybe it was a survival instinct gone awry, or a hitherto unexplored attraction to pain, but Brass felt profane pleasure pump through his veins. When he held the Nola Sister's hips, his fingers sank into the plush fat like they belonged together, Brass felt thrilled. And when a certain member grew stiff as steel and pressed against the Spawn's crotch, only one thought crossed Brass' mind.

"Maybe I can't win a contest of strength and get revenge, but maybe I can still make this shark scream?"

It was a stupid, illogical thought, Brass knew. It was driven by desperation, anger, and unfilled longing. But it was all he had right now and Brass clung to it, like a man hanging off a mountain by a frayed rope. Either way, Rebecca simply rolled her eyes and said, "Fuck, his name doesn't matter! Let's just do this before I change my mind!"

And before Brass knew it, the beach was filled with loud, wet slapping sounds and the moans of a terrifying sea beast that thought little of humans. Emotions ran high, pleasure burned brighter than the sun, and flesh kissed flesh in ways no god, neither Onir or Balmur, ever intended. Brass held the Nola Sisters tight and they held him tighter, faces pressed into each other's chests. Their bodies twisted with intense pleasure that electrified their senses from the tip of their tail to the dorsal fins. And all around, the world rumbled from their bestial thrashes until the Sanchez beach home collapsed upon itself, leaving their legacy naught but a pile of rubble.

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It was a year later and the happiest day of Rachel's life. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe today would come. Whether it was her criminal career, history with the circus, or being a two-headed shark, Rachel doubted that anyone would look her way. But now, standing upon the altar with her beloved, Rachel knew dreams really did come true.

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Its happening, its really happening!" said Rachel. The shark Spawn clutched her face as tears welled in her eyes. "Can you believe it, Becky? Its like a dream! You, me? Getting married!?"

"Yeah," said Rebecca, her tone flatter than a pancake. Her lower left eyelid twitched. "No matter how much I pinch myself, I can't wake up."

At the top of the red carpet stood a certain bronze-skinned young man. Adjusting his tie and gulping hard, he walked down the aisle. As he passed by fishy strangers covered in scales, scars, and too many tattoos, whispers struck his ears.

"Can you believe it? The Nola Sisters shacking up with a puny shrimp like that? Wouldn't use him for chum!"

"But what could they do? Nobody expected this. It flies in the face of all known science!"

"Freak of nature, if you ask me."

"No one asked you, Betalis. Personally, I think this is a step forward. Humans and Spawn, we've been at each other's throats since time immemorial. Perhaps this is the start of a bright new future, one that heralds peace between species?"

"All I know is, if that feller ever breaks Big Sis' heart, he'll be swimming with the fishes!" One Spawn, dressed in a black-and-white pinstripe suit with a fedora hat, dragged his thumb across his throat. Three of his comrades were dressed similarly, each of them glaring daggers at Brass. Inside their sleeves came the dull glint of smoky bronze, such as those seen from brass knuckles. "And not in the kinky way this time!"

All this and more hung over Brass' head, weighing him down like a ton of bricks. Each step was more difficult than the last, his back ready to snap like a twig. But somehow, Brass found his way to the altar, and taking Rebecca's arm, they stood before a Spawn officiant who had big, bulging eyes and a tentacle beard.

"'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...'" said the Chaplain, his voice akin to gargling salt water in the middle of a monsoon.

While the Chaplain read from the Holy Book of Balmur, Rachel continued to beam brightly. Beneath her grin lay a bountiful bosom bigger than any Buri Fruit, with cleavage deeper than the world's greatest deep sea trench. The massive mommy milkers put any human's to shame while the nipples the pressed against the dress were wide and night blue, the areola peeking past the top.

These bahonkazonkas, however, didn't hold a candle to the Nola Sister's true treasure. Even a year later, the Spawn's belly was still massive, layered with the fat of the Sanchez & Phillips families. Round and doughy, the belly was a mountain of flesh that radiated warmth. The Nola Sister's red wedding dress scarcely covered the giant gut, which visibly bounced from a certain package Brass delivered all those months ago.

Her heart a'twitter, Rachel stroked her behemoth belly, soothing the bulges beneath the scales. She spoke in a hushed whisper, careful not to overtalk the Chaplain.

"Hush hush, little ones! Don't worry, your Mommies will return to the ocean soon! Then you can finally swim in the great blue with us. Oooh, I could practically burst with excitement!"

"Yeah." Rebecca shot Brass a dirty look, her cheeks flushed pink. "I'm ready to explode. Your inheritance better be enough to feed all these mouths, or I swear to Balmur, an army of Bluecoats won't spare you from my wrath."

Trembling on the spot, Brass continued to hold Rebecca's arm. He didn't know what else to do. If he stepped out of line, or so much breathed wrong, this den of sharks, barracuda, and octopi would strip the meat from his bones. All this stress wasn't good for his heart and sweat rolled down Brass' brow.

"I-I said I was sorry... I can pay, promise! B-But do I really need to move to Sohrik? That's over 5 km down!" Brass glanced at the coastline. A deep sea vessel was moored at the dock, ready to transport him and all his worldly possessions to the undersea city about two miles offshore. "I'll never see the sun again!"

"Good!" Rebecca snarled between closed teeth, spitting in Brass' face. She clenched her arm to her side, trapping Brass' hand. This pressed him against the pregnant belly, which writhed with his progeny. "Because of you, it took months to repair our reputation in the underworld! Drug runners laughed at us! Mob bosses threw us to the curb! Had to beat up, like, a thousand mafia thugs to rebuild our street cred."

"Sorry..." said Bronze, lamely.

"Yeah. You'd better be..."

The pair fell silent, and soon enough, the Chaplain said, "And now for the rings. Please exchange the bond that proves your eternal vows to one another."

Brass coughed hard and cleared his throat. Oh boy, here came the worst part of all. From the heavens, Brass knew legions of family members glared down on him in disapproval. Pulling a black box out of his pocket, Brass took a certain diamond ring and slid it onto Rachel's finger. It fit like a glove, and holding it up to the sun, Rachel giggled.

"Its so beautiful! Like it was made for me!" said Rachel.

Watching light glint off the diamond ring, Brass felt the last trace of his future wither and die. A smile slipped onto his face, albeit broken and overrun with tears.

"Yeah, yeah... she really was."

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By way of apology for a delayed Christmas post, which will very likely drop in January, please enjoy this Rachel & Rebecca post instead! As the above narration suggests, this is an alternative way for how the Preggo Shark AU could begin. Brass survives in this story, Rachel & Rebecca get a delicious meal, and both get happily married!

... well, one out of three people are happy, and 33.3% is good enough! And yes, I really enjoy bullying Brass as a character. One of the best chewtoys ever.

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