Chainsaw of the Gods
Created | Updated Aug 2, 2006
It was an odd morning for Evinne Saint Cecilia. He'd just learned that his wife of two years was pregnant, but not by him.
Santilla had been raped by her office manager, a tall, buxom blonde who'd once been known as Phil, but now went by the name of Quintessa. No one in the office knew that Quintessa was an intact and functioning male below the belt and if Santilla wanted to keep her job, no one should know. But she had to tell Evinne something, so she told him the truth, as she had forgotten how to lie in a bizarre skiing accident in Wales when she was seventeen.
Evinne was stunned. He'd always wanted children, but couldn't have any because of a bizarre incident with a hand puppet and a spatula when he was eight. The circumstances of the rape were not fresh in Santilla's memory, as Quintessa had taken advantage of her during the World Cup Finals with the aid of a small marmoset dressed like Tinky-Wink, and a large bottle of borrowed gin.
What made the whole thing even stranger for Evinne was that he had had a couple of discreet snogs with Quintessa at the Christmas party without noticing anything important. He'd even had fantasies of going further with her sometime in the near future. He loved his wife, but she was almost ordinary next to someone like Quintessa. As it turned out, she was ordinary. It was Quintessa who wasn't.
Santilla wasn't entirely comfortable with the whole idea of sex and the mechanics of it. She really didn't like being around recently put forth infants because she had to think about where they'd just been and what their mums had had to do to put them there. Now that she was pregnant, she was kinda glad that she hadn't had to really be there mentally for the conception. Now she even had an excuse to avoid sex with her husband. Though there was this odd tingling edge to the world and her perceptions that hadn't been there before. She felt things and saw things more keenly and she wondered if it was the after effects of the experience with Quintessa, if she'd awakened somehow... or the hormonal side effects of gravidity.
Quintessa, in the other hands, went about her business, unaware that her intact nature had created another generation. It occurred to both Evinne and Santilla in conversation over burnt toast and a dry ham that quite possibly there might be other womens around the office who had found themselves in an identical situation. That would certainly make play dates easier in the near future.
