The days pass. August is a friendly bull that was born from a minotaur that happened to develop a pregnancy fetish. He’s got orange skin, red fur and darker mohawk, and light green eyes. The sex was…okay. He much preferred the stories you told. It was only after September, the shrewd minotaur cow, that you realized that the pirate's constant exposure to you made them develop said fetish. Her toned brown skin and deep blue eyes made you melt in pce, especially with her slicked back spiky chestnut hair. Despite her stature, she was more of a thinker. She was blessed with an athletic body and strategic mind, but a preference for smaller dicks. That was a little embarrassing for you, you thought something was wrong with you! October wasn’t an accident. He was the result of you working your new ‘fetish manipution’ ability on a people you had for yourself. You wanted an equint incubus and you managed to roll one first try. The exotic purple patterns gray skin, his violet hair in thick curls, and dark endearing eyes…his massive horsecock complimented his submissive personality, which only disappeared when you start debating him. Too bad you didn't get a chance to explore his dominant side before he was chained far away. November was when four equints had you for themselves. The swirly white patterns on red skin and amber eyes looked a lot like you except with swirls of cum painted all over. She loved being degraded as much as you, which made her first time quite interesting. Say what you want about the holy chains, but they were great for training your most basic abilities. December is a jolly green bull, taller than any of your other children. He's pretty lucky too; he had enough time to fuck you twice because of some dey above deck. And he nearly escaped when his manacles malfunctioned somehow. Twice. At this point, you all have mastered telepathy, thanks to the older ones helping the younger. You ran out of months, so you fell back to days.New Years is an excitable people person, and despite only being four feet tall, she was about three feet thick in her thighs and bust. She’s an equint as well, immacute bck swirls accentuating her massive pale tits and thighs. When she speared herself on your massive dick, she squatted so deep you could see your length poke between her cleavage, making her womb swirls pop out as her white apple-bob bounce in rhythm with her pink nipples. Equinox and Solstice were two harpies, por opposites. While Equinox is warm and even, with short wavy orange hair and feathers speckled yellow, Solstice is a cold and contrarian absolutist, with blue-white feathers and elbow-length midnight blue hair.They hated each other and showed it the only way they knew how. Hatefucking. Maybe this isn’t the best environment to raise kids. Thanksgiving is a thick, brown-skinned cow born from your pleasant experience with Saw. Her wavy brown hair has red and yellow highlights reflects a warm heart bigger than her booty. She’s got bigger tits and thighs than you do. And even more endurance than her father, which is saying a lot. Let’s just say when you’re taking this ship, you’re going to keep Saw. She also seems to have inherited a bit of his smarts, making her kinda dense. She has been tricked into giving oral by a few of her siblings asking to help her look for ‘lost donuts’. Fools is a bit of a comedian. Crazy hair, green eyes, purple stripes on green skin. Lots of personality, and the most confusing sex you’ve had yet. You’re pretty sure his dick is made of rubber. And Labor… It’s adorable how much he tries, even if he never really grows up. His pale gray skin, bck hair that covers most of his face, green eyes. He’s too shy to show his freckles and needed a lot of encouragement. Halloween may look scary with her glowing orange eyes and sharp teeth…But she’s a sweet girl who’s grown about as much as Labor, and makes jokes with Fools. Even if she’s a foul-mouthed sadomasochist you’re pretty sure is more war than lust demon. Valentine is the sweetest thing. A pink everything harpy, save for red-speckled feathers, with pink eyes and the biggest heart-shaped red fluff between her wings. She never stopped masturbating. She was so flexible she could give herself oral. It was nuts. . Having sex with her with like an orgy with a den of rabbits. Quick, fuzzy, and unrelenting. Sunday and Monday had to pull her off me after her first feeding. Or rather, her fifth. She even managed to seduce the hen next to her so they could have sex. No pheromone control. Just skills. And hiding her masturbation. At this point, the women, save Grim, had accepted us. After all, despite the depravity, we saved them from rape and entertained them. Not just with stories, if their DESIRE was anything to go by. In that time, Monday had been the victim of your fetish manipution three more times, and Wednesday once. The newest imps consisted of Blinky and Pinky. The st two, like the st child, are yet to be born. You patted your swollen abdomen and smiled as Monday and Wednesday stared each other down, daring the other to give birth first. Monday shuddered and moaned as her cunt widened, her legs shivering in spasms. “~Oh yes!” A spray of femcum erupts from her diting lips, and she starts rubbing her clit violently. “Come on Wednesday, didn’t you say you wanted an imp?” You smirk at your impassive daughter. “I wanted a crow.” Despite her monotone voice, she shivered in delight. “Are you at least enjoying it?” “The sensation is adequately pleasurable.” You wink in her direction. “Come on, do the face.” “No.” She rolls her eyes. “Pleeeease?” You swivel your exposed crotch seductively. “Fine, fine, only if you stop.” She holds up two talons on each wing-hand in a victory pose, rolling her eyes back and sticking out her tongue. A textbook ahegao. She still looks bored. But as she does, a shiver of delight passes through her and her womanhood pushes out her spawn. Her cws dig into the floor as her demonic pussy is spread apart, shuddering from orgasm after orgasm passing through her. And that bored mockery becomes so legitimate your own dripping cunny aches to feel her pleasure. Spit erupts from her clenched teeth, dribbling down her doddering chin and her eyes roll almost completely back.Her smile is so wide on her uncharacteristically pleasured face, her shadow-magic mascara running down her face in rivulets. She can’t even speak as she pushes the baby though, struggling to clench her teeth to keep from smiling but failing so utterly. “G-g-ghu-ghughgugg!” It’s like she’s being electrocuted and enjoying it. The imp is born with a final spray of cum and Wednesday colpses into a pile of shaking limbs. Her st spasm send a jet of femcum high into the air… and into Tuesday’s face. “Yum, thanks!” “That means you’re next to get pregnant!” Monday jeered as she breastfed her imp. “Just because you aimed at Wednesday st time doesn’t mean Tuesday’ll have to give birth!” Thursday pointed out. Wednesday looked a bit proud at her first birth, nudging her wing at the harpy imp. You quickly gave the order to the newly-born Clyde and Pac to turn into rats and join their brothers on the crow’s nest. Monday taught Wednesday how to use them as eyes while you used your makeshift security cameras to scan for an opportunity. You had gotten so good at using multiple imps at the same time, that you could split your awareness between two bodies. So while a part of yourself was having wild sex with your newborn child, Emancipation… Another part was jumping from imp to imp looking for your saving grace. You had one day left, after all. And for once, you did not glower too much when Gsgow chained up your st spawn. Because you found your chance.