A Shitty Love

6.1

"Umm! Huuhhhhhnnn," Simone moaned with teeth bared and eyes closed as she was entered from behind. Her fleshy body curved in ecstasy from the steady pounding of her paramour. Her head was yanked back and turned slightly so she saw the glistening abdomen of her mate and his hand digging eagerly into her hip.

"Ah, is that rough enough for you? Or should I fuck you until you scream, Simone?" Levi hissed brusquely in her ear, sending shivers through her thick body.

"Oh, Levi! You're gonna make me-"

"Come on, brat, unless you want to live with this shit slinging 'chimp', you should keep up."

Simone blinked and looked at Levi's frowning face as he nudged her out of her enthralling daydream. Behind him the teens of their group and Hange were eagerly watching the various creatures as Claire's children explained and walked them through the room. Bringing up the rear of their excited queue were Moblit, Erwin, Elizabeth-Everett's girlfriend-and Simone's coworkers; Levi stood in front of her expectantly. "Well? Or are you too busy with your pressing task of staring at nothing?"

She bit back an amused smile and let him lead her to the group. Hastily, she looked down to hide any blush forming as an after effect of her very sexually active imagination.

Sasha could be heard inquiring about how each animal tasted. Simone figured lunch was soon approaching; they'd already been to the tech museum today, where the teenage corps members and Hange were visibly fascinated by the innovations, big and small. Hange had been incessantly telling Moblit to take notes and Armin seemed to be committing everything to memory. Now, in the zoo, they were more leisurely-if one could call rabid excitement leisurely. In the museum and here, the stirring crowd regarded their group with quizzical looks or passing amusement. Simone didn't blame them, anyone over the age of ten mesmerized by a lava lamp or penguin had to be a rare find. Even Levi had petted the animals as he commented on how "filthy" they were.

Everett's girlfriend didn't seem too shocked at their reactions as she stuck to his arm, though; Everett had told her that they were on a therapy-related field trip for schizophrenic trauma survivors.

"We're trying to introduce normalcy back into their lives and hopefully draw out their saner sides," Simone had heard him tell Elizabeth. It was pretty smooth. "I've been practicing that for the past day, man," Everett had whispered nervously to Simone when she'd commended him on it.

Claire's three youngest children-Matt, Stephanie, and Rebecca- made the adult's jobs easy: they led the group around, explained everything, and answered all questions patiently as Claire looked on with a small smile. Simone was impressed; they were all between the ages of 9 and 14. Simone wondered how Claire's two older girls were if the runts of her litter were this keen. Obviously Claire's parenting style was a softer adaptation of her managerial methods.

Simone wondered what it might feel like to be a "proud parent", but not too much. Child bearing was relatively low on her to-do list of life; almost as low as marriage. Why would they be any higher? She saw no viable way to continue her career without making her progeny feel unloved. It's not like she had or wanted a significant other-what if she were to meet an untimely demise? Sure, she still had relatives in her hometown, but, if her baby was anything like herself, she did not want it to grow up there. No, it would be downright irresponsible to welcome a child into this world without proper preparation and careful thought. As she stared into the water of the aquarium, she wondered whom would ever be a good enough mate for simple procreation, never mind an actual father. "It would be kinda cool to have a Mini-Me, though . . ."