Sunday, July 2nd, 2006 01:06 am

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Right. [livejournal.com profile] amireal shunned. I mean, if she existed. Which she does not.

That is all.
I couldn't get the wings, but I wrote a *SERIOUS* diaper mpreg demon ponies story. JUST FOR YOU GUYS...




Sheppard doesn't see McKay when he finds him, but he hears McKay screaming. McKay's entire form is hidden under the pale body of the equine like San'tarth.

"Ronon!" Sheppard aims his P-90, but he can't fire, his firearm would penetrate the San'tarth and hit McKay.

Ronon fires his energy weapon, and for a moment, the San'tarth stretches its back and turns its head toward them. It's large amber eyes regards them with mild annoyance, then it turns back to McKay.

With the shifting of its position, Sheppard sees McKay. McKay's eyes are open, but they are unfocused. He doesn't see any blood, but he can smell it, and he still can't see McKay's lower body.

"Fuck." Sheppard runs around the San'tarth to get a better angle, and fires two precisely aimed shots at its head.

The shots finally gets San'tarth's attention, it raises its hindlegs, and its eyes narrows toward Sheppard, but Sheppard is looking at McKay. The San'tarth has something-- God he hoped it wasn't a tentacle--penetrating McKay.

McKay's screams changes pitch, and the San'tarth withdraws from him, and suddenly it coming straight for Sheppard in a giant leap.

Sheppard aims for the head and fires repeatedly. He can hear Teyla's P-90 gunfire echoing his own, and before the San'tarth reaches Sheppard, it drops midair, and rolls on the ground.

"Get McKay," Sheppard yells above the sound of his weapon as he continues to fire.

Ronon grabs McKay, swings him unceremoniously over his shoulder, and takes off running toward the puddlejumper.

Sheppard cringes at the blood on McKay's ripped pants, but he keeps on firing.

And thank God, the San'tarth doesn't pursue them as they all take off running. But when they reach the puddlejumper, McKay is still screaming.

Sheppard engages the controls, gets the jumper on autopilot and then goes to the back of the jumper to check on McKay. It's about seven minutes to the gate, but McKay looks bad.

"The San'tarth has laid its egg in him," Ronon says. His hands are pressed on McKay's abdomen. "I can feel it."

"Fuck!" Despite the space vampires, Sheppard has never thought he'd be reliving a scene from Alien. "Is it going to burst out of his chest?"

"It will crawl out of where ever the egg was laid," Ronon says. "I have never seen it, but I have heard it takes several days for the victim to die."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Even as Sheppard cursed, he thinks that perhaps there is enough time to get McKay back. "How do we kill it?"

"I have never killed a San'tarth hatchling, but cutting its head off and shooting it kills most things," Ronon says. Then he looks up at Sheppard, and says, "You're hit."

Sheppard follows his eyes to his shoulder, and sees blood seeping through even though he still couldn't feel it. "I must have gotten clipped by one of the shots when the San'tarth was coming at me. It's fine. But this thing, this thing inside Rodney, once Beckett gets it out of him, is it going to attach to someone else? Lay more eggs?"

"No, it's too young to do that. Once we get it out of McKay, we should be able to kill it," Ronon says.

"He is not doing well," Teyla says. She has McKay's head cradled in her lap, and McKay is writhing in pain.

"Come on, buddy, we've almost got you home," Sheppard says, offering McKay his hand.

McKay clutches it, his grip tight enough to bruise, "God, it hurts." McKay's face is covered in sweat and tears, and Sheppard takes some bandages from a medkit with his free hand and wipes McKay's face with it.

"Kill me," McKay says suddenly. "Kill me, I can't-- please-- Oh God."

"I know it hurts Rodney," Sheppard says, his hand stilled on McKay's face with unwanted clarity on just how much it must hurt. "Just hang on, Rodney, we've almost got you home,"

"It hurts! God it hurts," McKay is sobbing. "Kill me, God, just please kill me. I can't-- I can feel it crawling inside-- please..."

The controls of the puddlejumper beeps before Sheppard can respond, announcing that they were in communication range.

(continued in the next comment...)

diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] dracostella.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 06:02 pm (UTC)

"Medical emergency. Have Beckett, his team, and a security team waiting at the jumper bay," Sheppard reports quickly into his radio. "Some demon beast thing laid eggs in Rodney, and we need to get it out."

Then he rips out his radio and hands it to Ronon. "Here, you tell them what this thing is since you know more about it."

Ronon takes the radio and starts talking into it, and Sheppard turns back to Rodney.

"We're almost at the gate, Rodney, you need to let go of my hand so I can make sure we don't get stuck on the gate again," Sheppard says.

Rodney clutches his hand tighter, and says, "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you Rodney, I'm right here, but I need to pilot us through the gate," Sheppard says, pulling his hand back, and tries not to think about how much it physically hurts him to see Rodney clutching at empty air for his hand.

"Sheppard, Colonel, please!" Rodney sobs.

Sheppard forces himself back on the pilot's chair and retrieves the drive pod, and then they are going through the event horizon and landing in the jumper bay.

Beckett already has his team there, so is Lorne's team.

As soon as the doors of the jumper opens, both teams move in with practiced precision.

"Once the doctor has this thing out of Rodney, I want a pound of lead pumped into it," Sheppard tells Lorne.

"Understood, sir," Lorne says.

"You're also injured, Colonel," Teyla says softly. "You need to--"

Before Teyla finishes speaking, Sheppard feels himself drop to the ground.

***

When Sheppard wakes up, he doesn't immediately remember why he's at the infirmary, but he feels the pain in his left shoulder. Then, the memory of the San'tarth comes back to him in vivid detail.

He looks around the room frantically, and sees Rodney in a neighboring bed with a ton of hook ups, but a steady heart beat on the monitor and Sheppard is lightheaded with relief.

There weren't any monitors hooked up to him, just an IV, so Sheppard slowly gets up from his bed, and rolls the IV with him to Rodney's side.

Rodney looks as pale as the bed sheet, but he is breathing on his own. Sheppard resists the urge to lift the bed sheet to examine the damage for himself.

"Hey," Rodney opens his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Sheppard asks, and then thinks about what a stupid question that is.

"Like I just gave birth to a demon horse through my colon," Rodney says.

"That sucks."

"Yeah, so will wearing a diaper for the next six months," Rodney says, looking away.

"I'm sorry."

"So not your fault," Rodney says, and then he reaches and catches one of Sheppard's hands. The grip was tight, but not painful.

Sheppard returned the pressure.

"And thanks," Rodney says softly, "for not killing me when I asked you to do it."

"Well, I've gotten used to having you around," Sheppard says.

***

The END????


Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] seperis.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 06:19 pm (UTC)
*curls up fetal on the floor, whimpering incoherently*
You know, it could happen.

I can see an episode where this happens...

They pay plenty of tribute to Star Trek, so why not the Alien Trilogy? Except you know, with a demon pony thing... and laying eggs in the ass rather than chest.

I should write to the writers of the show...

Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] amireal.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 06:25 pm (UTC)
*CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD*
Your tears are nothing compared to the tears of Rodney who had to carry demon pony babies in his ass.

(and Rodney blames you for this. Yes he does!)
*screams until there is no sound left*

*crawls into the closet with a blunt soft lead pencil to doodle the names of the Elder Gods on the back wall for comfort*

*gibbers, drools, rocks back and forth all the while*
You know, this is just feeding my ego and making me want to inflict this on the general unsuspecting public.

*evil grin*

Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] seperis.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 07:12 pm (UTC)
Do it and I'll rec it.

*raises eyebrow challengingly*

You should add a song, we think. What song expresses Rodney and John's pain best?
I added...

A POEM!

FEAR ME!! FEEEEEAAAR ME!

Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] amireal.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 08:43 pm (UTC)
No one will ever trust us again.

*big eyes*

Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] justabi.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 10:35 pm (UTC)
I hate you so much right now. *CRIES*
I'm down with reccing it, too, because WHY SHOULD WE BE THE ONLY ONES MADE TO SUFFER I'm sure other folks will appreciate it, too.

I vote for The Stones' "Wild Horses" for the song that makes The Pain Only To Real.
I've not only posted it. I posted it on the noticeboard WITHOUT THE PROPER WARNINGS!

I wait for the flames to arrive. Oh, how I wait.

Also, I added a poem. (http://dracostella.livejournal.com/102362.html)

*eyes you*

Oh, honey. I'm headed off to rec this now. I HOPE YOU GET ALL THE FEEDBACK THAT YOU DESERVE FOR IT, TOO.
Or, you know, Too Real. That would work, too.

Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [identity profile] amireal.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 08:43 pm (UTC)
I have recced it as well.

Thank you for participating in our plan.

*looks shifty*

Hold very still....

From: [identity profile] girlnamedpixley.livejournal.com Date: 2006-07-02 10:29 pm (UTC)
You are all evil! Evil for conceiving it! Evil for writing it! Evil for reccing it! Evil evil evil! Now I have to go scrub my brain with Chlorox. And for some reason, now my mind won't stop casting poor Rodney as Julie Christie in the SGA remake of Demon Seed, where things go HORRIBLY WRONG in the lab one day and...
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Re: diaper mpreg demon ponies story

From: [personal profile] fyrdrakken Date: 2006-07-06 08:17 pm (UTC)
:Cackles with the glee of the not-in-this-fandom-hence-not-emotionally-invested bystander:

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