Well, shit. I’d see cuck thrown around but I just always assumed folks still meant the traditional cuckold sense. I didn’t realise it’d become so detached. Thanks for the explanation! I mean, I disagree with the reviewer that Mike is a cuck (‘the fuck was Mike supposed to do against snake boy? Use harsh language?) but at least I understand what he implied now. And to be fair, Lupa would be fine to meet a dominant alpha male for a drink, but just not any kind of sexual relationship.
Also, thank you a whole bunch for the review on Pregnant in Alabama! I say this a lot but I appreciate every review I get. I even liked getting the cuck one, ‘cos even if I disagree it’s great to get an alternate opinion!
First one.
Whoohoo! The whole thing was a bit of a joke fic, so getting some laughs out of folks for it is the best thing. Naturally Fedoras might make a storming hipster led comeback and leave the gag aging poorly, but at the moment it’s a good ol’ neckbeard m’lady josher.
Second one, not only because it's just a good stealth burn, but because it kind of echoes my thoughts on religious extremists. You may have at points heard the phrase "You may not believe in God, but you're doing God's work." That's not meant to be offensive to atheists, but to imply that while the person in question isn't religious, he or she is still helping to make the world a better place. When it comes to groups like the WBC or, now, the politicians behind these laws, I always think to myself "You may be religious, but believe me...you're doing Satan's work."
I re-worked that line a bunch. I think originally it was “where I used to live” and I tried a few others, but the rhythm didn’t work. Wasn’t entirely happy with how it ended but the joke’s still in there. There’s that saying about “Standing in McDonalds doesn’t make you a hamburger, standing in church doesn’t make you a Christian,” or whatever the wording is, and that definitely seems to apply to some of the fundies. C S Lewis had a stab at it as well in The Last Battle, with the idea that good done in Tash’s name is actually for Aslan and I think vice versa.
I’m not religious but looking at my past stories I’m doing Satan’s work anyway!
I also slipped in “Helen Bobbi Heuchler” for the female variant. I called her Holly in the first draft before deciding it was a bit too parody-close to the actual governor, as I wanted to do different OC characters. The surname has a meaning in German, and the Doctor’s does in Polish FWIW.
I really wanted to fit in some references to biscuits and gravy and grits, but didn’t get around to it
I knew I shoulda gone for the baby of the State Senate, young Greg Bob, with his strong jaw, wavey hair, and six good fingers on each hand.
And your first impression is that he had this secret, kinda-sweet crush on his sister when they were both younger, and not, you know, that he was perving on his very not-reciprocating little sister when he was much older.
On the other hand, the only senator Shannon wasn't able to seduce was Jim Bob Irons, who apparently has a very, very strong marriage to his half-sister (so strong a succubus's lust magic couldn't break it), so there's some romantic incest in there after all!
I was definutely going for the suggestion he’d fancied her when he was about the same age/slightly older, it was basically me doing a little Alabama incest meme’ing to demonstate how lusty he was gettin’
In Shannon’s defence, given time and inclination I’m sure she could eventually seduce Irons, but she’d hard a long hard (guffaw etc) night by that point and he sure was in love. Plus it was another chance for an incest gag.
That cutoff was so beautifully timed I can't tell you how hard I laughed.
Thank you!
Normally, it would be unwise to make such an assumption, but in this case, the Alabama law exempts fetuses created via in vitro fertilization. Those are definitely unborn humans, but since they're not inside a uterus they receive no protection, almost as if this is less a pro-life law and more an anti-choice one... At any rate, I just thought that point was well-made.
I mean, I’ve kind of simplified it down a bit, but, hell, I’ll blame that on the Doc being a little fuzzy after Shannon ‘throated him on his driveway.
Thanks though!
I'm seriously tempted to write the side story about Lailah getting roped into this now.
Hahaha! I hadn’t thought of that side of it. If I’d done the Kizzy epilogue I thought of,
“What did you hope to achive in Alabama?”
“O-”
“Besides orgasms?”
I think I’d have had Shannon pointing out that she had made an especial, hard work/draining effort to ensure there were proper mortal babies, and this was shown by the fact that as soon as they’d been conceived she’d sensed the Angel of Conception doing her thing, but you could absolutely do a fun story with Shannon getting her buy in first. But I didn’t really want to do a myth story, so I just used the bare minimum reference to keep it original (I’m pretty sure Billy Bob is hallucinating later.)
“Hey Sweetie!”
Temira glared and raised her spear,
“You. You don’t belong here! I’ve told you!”
“Totally agree with you. Can Lailah come out to play?”
“Begone-”
“THOT?”
“Dem- what?”
Or something.
Anyway, thank you again for the review! I’m glad it made you laugh and totally understand how it didn’t make you aroused.