In an unknown world, far away from planet Earth, dozens of red-nosed reindeer flew overhead whilst crowing. Feathered wings sprouted from them, which propelled them through the sky and above the clouds.
Their graceful soaring, however, was interrupted this time.
A stream of flowing light burst into the world from outer space.
As it descended, it lost its marvelous glow and blinding aspect, slowly becoming less outstanding. Before long, it was no different than sunlight, warm and largely harmless.
Down below could be seen a magnificent city, above which loomed the majesty of a royal kingdom.
Literally.
Floating in the sky was a spectacular kingdom, casting the city in its shadow. Dozens of humongous ship anchors, hung from strong chain, fell from the floating mass of land to keep the kingdom in place.
The boy slowly lost consciousness; the light he and Vorya were a part of now morphed into a transparent dew drop, which was a bit draining for him.
This dew drop flew all the way to that floating kingdom, found itself directly above a high tower and fell in through an open window.
That single dew drop just so happened to land directly onto a sleeping man's exposed groin.
"What the fuck!" Vorya exclaimed when he saw the private parts of another man.
His shout brought the boy out of his unconscious state. Luckily, only the boy could hear him shout within the confines of that mystical dew drop.
The dew drop slowly made its way toward the testes of that man, then it went in through the skin and bonded with his seed.
Two months went by before that man's testicles saw any action, and when they did they saw a lot of it.
After almost fully enjoying nineteen women, his seed finally saw release.
The boy was confused when, after the end of the lovemaking session, Vorya said, "Impressive."
Vorya refused to explain though, so he remained confused.
Once that happened, they were ejected into an all new environment. Dim light was actually coming in through the walls of flesh, allowing the two of them to see where they were.
It appeared quite lively, but that was because millions of organisms were squirming about around them, but they had little time to enjoy the sights.
"Shit! We gotta fight, kid! It's a race to the finish!"
"Huh?" Vorya's consciousness was exceptionally powerful, as was evident when he controlled the cell they resided in and made it swim off towards their destination.
"Kid! Use your consciousness-- your mind! Attack the other cells! Think about what you want to do and once you've visualized it, drive it home."
"Uh... Okay?" The boy was lost, but he tried his best.
While their cell was swimming with great speed, other cells were still racing up behind them.
The boy saw that they were now passing through a narrow space, so he closed his eyes and visualized the other cells crashing into the walls.
When he did that, it actually happened. A formless pressure crashed down onto those cells and pushed them off course!
"Nice one, kid!"
They continued forward, finally reaching the holy land-- their destination. It was like a massive orb, protected by a transparent layer.
"Alright, I'll need your help. Once we're close enough, use your consciousness to help the cell break through even faster!"
Their cell rammed into the massive orb, swimming into the protective layer with all its might. Vorya and the boy both aided it, increasing the potency of the cell's enzymes. This would allow them to reach the actual orb in a matter of seconds.
They were just in time. Others had arrived just as they broke through, but it was of no use. The race was won.
"We did it!" Vorya cheered in celebration.
"Did what?" The boy no longer wished to be confused about the whole situation.
"Ahem! Well uhm, cough! You see, this is how babies are born and ....stuff."
Hearing this, the boy mused that the entire situation seemed quite chaotic.
They were unaware that their race took quite a long time.
And it would take an even longer time for their cell to grow into something else.
After three months, Vorya suddenly broke the relative silence of their new home within the 'egg.'
"How the hell can it be a girl!? We're both guys!"
To both their surprise, their cell had developed into a baby girl.
Time passed by with Vorya crying out and cursing for every little thing.
"Is this lettuce? Again!? What kind of a person is our mother? A vegetarian!? Fuck!" He raged as the boy laughed.
"What are you laughing about, kid? Hope you know how to live life as a girl! Hmph!"
Some more time passed.
"Ahh, she has good taste in music- this mother of ours."
"I think so too. It makes me feel like I'm getting bigger and stronger."
Even more time went by.
"Hey, kid, wanna hear a joke?"
"Sure, Vorya."
"What's an embarrassment to men everywhere?"
"I don't know, Vorya."
"You! The little guy that's so inefficient he couldn't even be reborn as a girl! Ahahaha!!!"
" You're clearly very bored, Vorya." The boy had gotten used to Vorya's sad attempts at entertainment.
As more time went on, Vorya noticed a bright light.
"What the hell?"
For some reason, an opening was cut in their mother's stomach. Even more surprising was the fact that it was widening and widening.
It was as if someone was tearing her open.
"Oh no!" As he saw the outside, the boy cried out. He could clearly see the tip of a blade, something he was deathly afraid of.
"Oh no! She's being killed!"
As Vorya said this, the boy felt a sudden rage. Perhaps it was because, now, he was technically that woman's child.
Meanwhile, outside.
"She's the last one. Damn bitch thinks she can give birth to my kid? Mine? My noble blood will never be sullied by some common whore!"
That man was surprisingly the father. He appeared to be someone of high birth.
His hair was long and blonde, his skin smooth. He was well kept and dressed finely.
However, there was a vicious and ugly look on his face that could make any woman think she was being eye-raped.
Added to that was his sickly gaze. He appeared to have gone manic in his desire to murder the woman.
"This damnable man! Quick, save Mom's life!" Vorya cried out in an exaggerated manner. He was likely glad for some excitement in their life.
The boy merely thought of a force severing that man's head, and it happened just so.
The man's face remained the same, but his head was sent flying as blood spurted from his headless body.
A woman's shriek could be heard as that happened. Their mother was still conscious, and the sight of her attacker suddenly dying shocked her.
"Alright, now let's heal her up." Vorya celebrated as he left all the work to the boy.
Due to the speed of development that a fetus experienced, and also the ease of said development, the boy's abilities had seen remarkable growth.
He could help his mother regrow her cells and heal. In almost an instant, the wound was closed and her skin was restored.
"Well done, now let's wait to be born."
"Wait, what if people come after our mother?"
"Ah... You're right, kid. Here's what. You knock her out and then I'll take control of her body and take us somewhere safe."
With that being said, the boy sent his consciousness to his mother's head. Once he was inside, he induced a heavy sleep. She was already worn out, so it didn't take long for her to pass out.
As soon as she was out, Vorya also entered her mind to quickly assume control.
"Let's go!"
Just like that, a woman with a tear in her dress, a bulging belly and a blank expression rose up from her bloodied bed.
She ran toward the window, kicked it open, then climbed out with seemingly no regard for her life.
As she descended the wall her belly bumped into the bricks a few times.
"Ouch! Vorya, control her better!"
"Sorry, kid."
In the streets of the kingdom, the few people who were bored enough to go walk around saw the woman climbing down, long chestnut hairs blown by the wind.
"What the hell?"
"Isn't that the brothel?"
"It is, and she's climbing from the dorms."
"Maybe she wanted to get out of it."
"Oh wait, she's pregnant!?"
Such were the words these people uttered. Their numbers slowly increased, reaching a small crowd before the woman finally reached the ground.
With her blank expression, she pushed through them and ran off.
They were shocked to see her bloody dress, but it was evident that she was not wounded. They immediately looked up at the window she climbed out from.
As Vorya ran off, the boy was helping him find a place for them to hide.
"Not to worry kid. I just found Mom's memories. We're going to Granny's house!"
After a few minutes of running around, they escaped the floating kingdom and made their way to the lower sector.
Here, one could observe, was where most of the commoners lived.
However, even the commoners lived in relative luxury. There were massive houses, numerous manors and even buzzing business places that sported priceless goods as if they were cheap wares.
Thinking about his past home, the boy realized that even a so-called poor person here would still be considered filthy rich in his old world.
"There it is. Eslon Manor."
Looking at his grandmother's home, the boy was left to wonder: just how did the peoole who were considered rich live in this world?
His grandmother's 'humble' home was an actual manor.
A massive front yard with a large herb garden, numerous different flowers and trees, a few structures that bore a resemblance to gazebos and even a flowing stream of water passing through.
This was nothing short of a dream home.
Such a thing opened both their eyes to the fact that their idea of true wealth was nothing compared to the wealthy of this world.
They had much to learn.
Vorya decided to knock on the door a few times and then relinquish control of her body.
This would make it seem like she had fainted upon arrival.
The door was opened by a manservant of some sort. He was dressed in a formal suit and had the bearing of a respectable adult. He appeared middle-aged, with short black hair and some stubble on his face.
He shouted some commands to the people inside and then picked the unconscious woman up with ease.
"Fetch the Lady! Hurry! Tell her Young Lady Ferris has returned!"
He brought the sleeping woman to a bedroom upstairs and laid her down.
A maid came in with water in a glass jug, another came with a large bowl of water and a wet towel, then yet another entered with a simple first-aid kit.
They checked her carefully as the butler left, ensuring she was unharmed then cleaning her.
Both Vorya and the boy, using their consciousnesses, were able to see the image of their naked mother.
They each discovered what the other was doing and simultaneously spat, "Sicko."
When their grandmother came, she looked at Ferris with a contemptuous gaze before ordering the maids to leave.
As they left, their grandmother's scowling expression slowly softened. A tear fell from her eye and she knelt at her daughter's bedside.
This woman was indeed mature, but not very old. Thus her form still held the stunning beauty and perkiness that could arouse a man. Her hair was brown, her eyes violet; a light shade of red appeared on her cheeks.
She held Ferris' hand and sobbed silently before getting up and sitting at her side.
Ferris was waking up.