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<span class="mu-i">Oooohhhh fuckkkkkk~</span>
The Hazaar implant hatches forth- sending wave after wave of satsifying orgasm through your body. You feel so good- every reward chemical firing through your brain. Heavy instincts to stay totally relaxed and still- so you don't accidentally crush the baby- give you a feeling of absolute and total comfort. You crack open one eye to gaze upon your creation- And you see red.
<span class="mu-b">”Wh-whhhaaaa~”</span>
Your baby is... a red Hazaar? What? Why?! How could this happen!? Sunshine is the father- the child should be 90% Yellow Hazaar and 10% Blue Hazaar. Shouldn't it be yellow? Your mind spins in sudden frustration at first- and then anguish. Your child is an untouchable- the lowest of the low now- the antisocial Red Hazaar amount to next to nothing in the HVS, and even worse in your own eyes. Such a perfect world you envision cannot happen with reds. There's no chance in hell anyone would trust this red Hazaar baby to not betray them and only care about itself- there is no chance it could lead no matter how smart it is.
<span class="mu-b">”Grrggg~!”</span>
Your body is still in bliss but your mind is raging. You seethe impotently as the little creature, having stole memories and nutrients from your body for months, peers around your room. You hate it. This alien thing that came from your own flesh. You can't enjoy this full body orgasm- everything you worked towards is ruined. You want so badly to reach out and smash it- to break its little neck- but you can't move. You'll be like this for days. What it is at its core, a Hazaar parasite, is what came out the other end from your sexual encounter with Sunshine. Your plan undone by this, by this simple and ugly biology- by sex- all because your child was born the <span class="mu-i">wrong</span> fucking color.
