To the depths for money

Moxxie stepped through the doorway onto the upper deck of the small yacht they had rented for their impromptu getaway with Millie, the salty sea breeze ruffling his hair as he made his way towards his wife. He was clad in his form-fitting black wetsuit, the material hugging his lanky frame as he moved with a newfound spring in his step. As he approached Millie, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on her for a moment, taking in the way the sun seemed to dance across her crimson skin and the way her own form-fitting wetsuit accentuated her curves and pregnant belly. He felt a familiar warmth of love bloom in his chest, a feeling that had nothing to do with the hellish heat of their surroundings. Millie looked up at him with a radiant smile, her yellow eyes sparkling with anticipation as she held out Moxxie’s flippers and diving gear. “Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” she said in that charming drawl of hers, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. “I checked all your gear, darlin', and I reckon you’re about as eager to dive as a wrathian at a buffet. Ain’t that right, sugar?” She took a step closer to him, the deck creaking softly beneath her hooves as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, her gloved hand coming up to cup his jaw. “I know this trip was your idea, but I gotta say, it’s real nice havin' you all to myself for once. No Blitzo, no crazy clients, no nothin'… just you, me, and a whole lotta water.” Moxxie felt his cheeks flush beneath his demonic skin as he leaned into her touch, a soft rumble building in his chest. “Well, I reckon that sounds like the best kinda trouble we can get into,” he said with a playful grin, taking his gear from her hands. “And I don’t just about the diving part, darling.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, I’ve been thinking… This trip might just be our chance to raise a lil' extra scratch. There’s a sunken ship not too far from here below, rumored to still have a treasure.” “You told me, and that’s a great plan!” Millie said, as she teasingly geared Moxxie in all reins that held an oxygen tank on his lean femboy form, as if she prepared him for a hot bdsm session, never skipping her chance to stroke his sides, belly and thighs. Moxxie shivered slightly as Millie’s gloved hands roamed over his form, the cool material of the wetsuit was a contrast to the warmth of her touch. He couldn’t help but let out a soft, breathy chuckle at her enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of something more heated. He took the oxygen tank from her hands, securing it to his back with practiced ease. As he did, he couldn’t resist leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear. “Sounds like the kinda adventure we could get behind. Though…” He paused, his hand coming up to rest on the gentle swell of her belly, giving it a tender rub. “I’m thinking we might wanna make sure the little one’s okay with all this first. Don’t want to go risking any… complications.” His voice was low and soft, filled with a gentle concern that was at odds with his usual demeanor. But then again, when it came to Millie and their unborn child, he was always extra careful. He wanted to make sure they had all the time in the world together, in hell or out of it. That’s why he let Millie to stay onboard just to look for ship, while all the job is on him. “Anyway, enough about that. I got us a wreck to explore and a treasure to find!” He declared with a grin, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. “And maybe, if we’re lucky… a little time to just enjoy each other’s company after all.” With that, he grabbed his goggles and dive mask, double checking everything was in order before turning to Millie with a roguish smile. Mille kneeled before him and helped him to get into his long flippers, much more convenient to swim than hooves. She did it in a pose fit for a prince putting crystal shoe on his Cinderella, and with an equal love. And then, when Moxxie grabbed his mouthpiece, inhaled and showed OK, Millie playfully pushed Moxxie out through the board to the waters of the hellish sea. Moxxie let out a surprised yelp as Millie playfully pushed him into the hellish sea, the warm water enveloping him as he splashed down. He quickly righted himself, shaking the water from his hair as he surfaced, and shot Millie a playful glare mixed with a grin. “You little minx,” he called out to her, his voice slightly muffled through the mouthpiece. “I oughta make you swim all the way to that ship yourself for that!” But despite his words, there was no real threat behind them. Instead, he felt a rush of affection and excitement at the prospect of the adventure ahead. He gave Millie a thumbs up signal, confirming he was ready to dive, before taking a deep breath and ducking under the waves. The ship rested in a sandy cervice between dark rocks, and lots of fish froliked above. The ship itself, although it sank recently, has already decomposed slightly due to the acidity of the water or parasites in its walls. Moxxie approached the sunken ship cautiously, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he took in its decrepit state. The acidity of the hellish sea had already started to take its toll, with the wood rotting and the hull pitted with holes from who knows what manner of parasitic creatures called this watery grave home. He swam closer, his flippers propelling him through the dark water with powerful kicks. As he drew near, he could make out the gaping maws of the holes that peppered the ship’s exterior, like a macabre smile full of rotted teeth. Moxxie shuddered slightly, but pressed on, his curiosity and greed overriding any misgivings. Reaching out, he grasped the edge of the ship’s hull, his fingers sinking into the soft, spongy wood. It crumbled slightly at his touch, releasing a cloud of silt and debris into the water. Moxxie blinked, shaking off the momentary distraction, and peered into the dark interior of the ship through one of the larger holes. He couldn’t see much beyond the faint outlines of collapsed furniture and rotted crates, but he could feel the treasure pulling him forward, like a siren’s call. With a deep breath, he hoisted himself up and into the ship, his body disappearing into the darkness as he began his exploration. The darkness inside the ship wasn’t absolute, but rather a very dense twilight, which, of course, was not an obstacle to the imp’s vision. Much worse was the suspension of sea mud, ranging from just bottom sediments to small crustaceans that fed on these sediments, scurrying back and forth in the water. Moxxie waved them away, rising a little higher. From one place, critters run away with much less willingly and showing aggression. There… Moxxie found a drowned body. Moxxie recoiled slightly as he caught sight of the bloated, decomposing corpse, its flesh already sloughing off in places and teeming with the very crustaceans he’d been trying to brush away. He suppressed a wave of revulsion, reminding himself that he had seen far worse in his line of work. Still, the sight of lifeless eyes staring up at him through the murky water was unsettling, to say the least. With a grimace, Moxxie averted his gaze and continued to pick his way through the debris-strewn hold of the ship. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, as if the very air was heavy with the weight of the ship’s grim history. The treasure had to be here somewhere, but the task of finding it was proving to be more arduous than he had anticipated. As he ventured deeper into the bowels of the ship, the darkness seemed to close in around him, the shadows taking on an almost tangible quality. He could hear the skittering of unseen creatures in the darkness, the sound echoing through the empty corridors like a macabre symphony. Suddenly, Moxxie froze as he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. The unmistakable scrape of claws against wood, and the guttural growl of something large and angry. He slowly turned to face the source of the noise, his heart pounding in his chest as he came face to face with a monstrous creature, its eyes glowing with a malevolent intelligence in the gloom. He wouldn’t have had time to shoot his stunner at that distance, and the imp didn’t take any chances — after releasing a pile of bubbles, Moxy kicked off from the nearest wall with his flippers and darted away from the eyes, trying to increase the gap with the underwater inhabitant. Moxxie’s instincts kicked into high gear as he realized the creature was far closer than he had initially thought. The sudden burst of bubbles from his mouthpiece was more a reflexive action than a conscious decision, a clumsy attempt to create a distraction. But he didn’t linger to assess its effectiveness. He pushed off from the nearest wall with all his might, his flippers propelling him through the water with a speed born of desperation. The creature’s growl echoed through the water, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down Moxxie’s spine. He could feel the creature’s presence behind him, its powerful form cutting through the water with predatory grace. Panic threatened to overwhelm him, but he forced it down, focusing on the task at hand: survival. Moxxie wove through the ship’s interior, using the twisted remains of the hull and the scattered debris to his advantage. He darted through narrow gaps and around collapsed beams, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan. He couldn’t outswim the creature forever, and he knew it. But he also knew that he couldn’t afford to make a mistake. As he rounded a corner, he spotted a narrow shaft leading upwards. It was a tight fit, but he could squeeze through if he had to. With a burst of speed, he dove towards it, his body contorting as he forced himself into the cramped space. He could hear the creature’s growls growing louder, its pursuit relentless. Moxxie grunted as he struggled to move through the shaft, his flippers providing little traction in the tight confines. He could feel the creature’s presence growing closer, its claws scraping against the wood just inches behind him. With a final, desperate push, he propelled himself out of the shaft and into a larger compartment, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He quickly looked around, his eyes scanning the room for any potential weapons or escape routes. He needed to find a way to even the odds, and fast. The creature was still coming, and he couldn’t keep running forever. The monster’s paw hit too hard, something below cracked and collapsed, the floorboards creaked and came together, blocking the way back. Moxxie’s heart was beating with the speed and force of an automatic cannon. That creature cut off the way back… Moxxie looked around frantically. Captain’s cabin… A ghostly shadow darted, but as soon as the imp turned around, there was no one there. “Damn, I’m nervous…” Moxxie bubbled into his mouthpiece. The first thing Moxxie needed to do was adjust his breathing, the air was leaving his tank too fast, and aiming in excitement was still something to do. Grabbing his weapon, Moxxie swung it from side to side, at the same time paddling with his flippers so that the cabin wall remained behind him. His heart was pounding like crazy, but he still managed to subdue it, since the creature from below was no longer rushing to pursue the imp, and the shadow had not yet appeared. Maybe he imagined her altogether… Moxxie took a few deep, calming breaths, trying to regulate his breathing and steady his nerves. He knew he needed to keep a clear head if he wanted to get out of this situation in one piece. The creature seemed to have disappeared for now, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was still out there, watching and waiting. He kept his stunner trained on the spot where he thought the shadow had been, his finger hovering over the trigger. The cabin was eerily silent, save for the sound of his own ragged breathing echoing in his ears. He scanned the room, looking for any other means of escape or defense. That’s when he spotted it — a small, circular hatch set into the floorboards, barely visible beneath the layer of silt and debris. It looked like it could lead to the ship’s lower deck, or possibly even outside to the open water. It was a risk, but at this point, Moxxie was willing to take any chance he could get. He crept towards the hatch, his flippers barely making a sound as he moved across the creaking floorboards. As he reached down to grasp the rusted handle, he heard a sudden noise behind him — a guttural, snarling sound that sent his heart racing once again. Moxxie whirled around, stunner at the ready, just in time to see the creature bursting through the collapsed wall, its claws and fangs bared in a vicious snarl. It was even more terrifying up close, its eyes blazing with a hunger that made Moxxie’s blood run cold. He didn’t hesitate. Acting on pure instinct, Moxxie fired his stunner, the crackling beam of energy lancing out and striking the creature square in the chest. The beast let out a deafening roar of pain and rage as it was thrown back by the force of the blast, slamming into the wall and crumpling to the floor in a twitching heap. Moxxie didn’t wait to see if it would get back up. He grabbed the hatch handle with both hands and heaved, putting all his strength into the effort. The rusted metal groaned and protested, but finally, it gave way, revealing a small, dark tunnel leading downwards. What’s with the weird layout?.. What kind of idiot adds a secret passage to his galleon — and where? Maybe finally to the treasury? Moxxie’s mind raced as he took in the strange layout of the passage. He had always been more comfortable with the straightforward, logical design of weapons and machinery. This maze-like arrangement was making his head spin. He tried to push the thought away. He couldn’t afford to get distracted. He had to focus on finding a way out. He checked his oxygen gauge, his heart sinking as he saw the needle hovering dangerously close to the red zone. He had been so focused on evading the creature that he hadn’t realized how much oxygen he had burned through. He needed to find a way out, and fast. Moxxie took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He couldn’t panic; he had to think. He looked around the small compartment, his eyes scanning the walls for any clues or hidden mechanisms. There had to be a way to open the hatch from the other side, right? As he ran his fingers along the cold metal walls, he couldn’t help but think about Millie. He hoped she was okay at home. He had been so focused on this mission, on proving himself to Blitzo and the rest of the team, that he hadn’t considered the risks involved. What if something happened to him? What would Millie do? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t afford to get sidetracked by what-ifs. He had to focus on the task at hand. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. Wait… He froze as he felt a slight give beneath his fingers. There was a small, almost imperceptible indentation in the metal. He pressed down on it, and to his relief, he heard a soft click. The hatch began to slide open, revealing a narrow passageway beyond. He slipped through the opening, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and newfound anxiety. He had to be careful. He didn’t know what lay ahead, but he knew one thing for sure: he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Not yet. Not until he was safely back on dry land. As he moved cautiously down the passageway, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He kept his stunner at the ready, his eyes darting from side to side as he scanned the darkness for any signs of danger. Moxxie emerged into a cavernous hold, the low ceiling pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him — row upon row of wooden crates, their surfaces caked with grime and barnacles, and a few of them spilled open. It seemed like it was a hold filled with an invaluable cargo of ancient coins, each one gleaming with an otherworldly luster, sparkling with an inner light that seemed to pulse with a faint, ethereal glow. He blinked, his breath catching in his throat as he realized what he was seeing. These weren’t just any coins; they were imbued with a power he could feel, a power that made his skin tingle and his heart race. He reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing against one of the gleaming discs. It was warm to the touch, almost as if it were alive. Moxxie’s mind raced as he took in the sheer magnitude of the treasure before him. This was more wealth than he had ever seen in his life. More wealth than he had ever imagined. He could take this back to Blitzo, prove his worth to the team once and for all. But first, he had to figure out how to get out of here. His eyes darted around the hold, taking in the dimly lit space, the crates stacked high and the shadows that seemed to dance and flicker at the edges of his vision. But it wasn’t just the treasure that had his heart pounding in his chest. It was the knowledge that his oxygen was running out, that he was trapped in this watery grave with a creature stalking the shadows. He checked his gauge again, his stomach dropping as he saw the needle creep even closer to the red zone. He didn’t have much time. He had to act fast. He had to find a way out of this hold and back to the surface before it was too late. Moxxie took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he looked around the hold. There had to be a way out of here. He just had to find it. He had to think like an imp, like an assassin. He had to use his training, his instincts, and his knowledge of the world around. As he grabbed to his bug just some coins not to get back with bare hands, Moxxie’s mind raced as he tried to formulate a plan. The treasure was a distraction, a lure that could lead him down a dangerous path. He needed to focus on survival first and foremost. He looked around the cavernous hold, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. That’s when he saw it — a faint, glowing light emanating from a small, circular hatch set into the wall. It was barely visible, but it was unmistakable. He approached it cautiously, his stunner at the ready, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer, he could see that the hatch was slightly ajar. He could hear the sound of water rushing through pipes and tubes on the other side, and he could feel the cool, damp air that seeped through the opening. It was a way out, but it could just as easily be a trap. Moxxie hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the hatch. He knew that he was taking a risk by entering an unknown space in enemy territory. But he also knew that he had no choice. His oxygen was running out, and if he didn’t find a way out of here soon, he would be trapped forever. He took a deep breath and pushed the hatch open, slipping through the opening and into the narrow passageway beyond. The passageway was dimly lit, but he could see that it led upwards, winding and twisting through the bowels of the ship like a serpent’s path. Suddenly, he heard a loud, ominous creaking sound above him. The ship groaned and shuddered, the timbers straining against the weight of the water and the passage of time. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to the sound of something large and heavy moving through the passageway above him. He knew that he had to keep moving. He had to find a way out before the ship collapsed around him, burying him alive in this watery tomb. But he also knew that he had to be careful. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Moxxie saw engines of this ship — strange thing of technology in this ancient galleon. Rumble and creepy screeching came out of this rusty drive. He had never seen anything like it before. The rusted metal and exposed gears seemed to defy the laws of nature, churning and grinding with a life of their own. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “What is this place?” he bubbly moaned, barely comprehensive. He tried to take a stroke closer, but his flipper slipped on the slick metal grating beneath him. He caught himself on a nearby railing, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked down at the railing, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns etched into the metal. They were strange, almost alien in their design, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was standing in the presence of something far beyond his understanding. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He had to focus. He had to find a way out of here. Moxxie reached up and tapped the side of his regulator, checking the oxygen gauge once again. The needle was inching closer to the red zone with each passing second. He had to hurry. He looked around, his eyes scanning the engine room for any signs of an exit. He saw a narrow ladder leading up to a hatch in the ceiling, and he made his way towards it, his movements cautious and deliberate. He swam to the top of the ladder and pushed open the hatch, poking his head out into the darkness beyond. He could see the faint glow of the surface far above him, a beacon of hope in the inky blackness of the abyss. But he also saw something else — a massive, shadowy form moving through the water just beyond the hull of the ship. The creature was huge, its body a twisted mass of tentacles and teeth. It was the same creature that had been stalking him, the same creature that had killed the other undersea beast. He ducked back down into the engine room. Moxxie stalled. That was a momet when his stunner charge fits, but it was spent on another beast recently. But… could that underwater denizen be harmless? Or can it be swimmed by quickly? In any case, imp can’t stay here much longer, oxygen supply arrow was merciless and asphyxia could kill surely than unknown shadow. He needs to get out and up! He couldn’t let fear control him now. He had to be brave, like the assassin he was trained to be. Moxxie pushed open the hatch fully and launched himself out into the open water, swimming as fast as his flippers could carry him. The weight of his gear and the treasure he had collected slowed him down, but he pushed himself harder, determined to reach the surface before his oxygen ran out. Moxie did not notice how several barely visible ghostly appendages, similar to tentacles of translucent protuberances, stretched out from the coins in the bag. The souls, feeling that they were being brought back from oblivion, awoke, and wanted to get to know their new owner by touch… A savior? A new enslaver? Moxie was too focused on the reflections of the surface and on not getting caught in the net of the rigging. The way someone gently touches his tense muscles under his knee, above his ankle, and between his pelvis and stomach came as a surprise to him. Moxxie let out a startled gasp, his body convulsing slightly as he felt the ghostly tentacles exploring his body. He had been so focused on reaching the surface and avoiding the creature that he hadn’t noticed the spiritual entities awakening within the treasure bag. He tried to shake off the unsettling sensation, but the spectral appendages only grew bolder, their touch lingering on his skin like a phantom caress. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the distraction as he kicked his flippers harder, propelling himself upward. As he swam, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the souls were trying to tell him something. Were they grateful for being saved from their watery prison? Or were they angry at being ensnared by a new master? He shuddered at the thought, but he had no time to ponder it now. Moxxie’s lungs burned and aching for air, he looked up at the distant surface. Only a little more, just a little more! He had to hold on! Just a little more and he would be free! One of the tentacles crossed his leg twice over his calf and ankle, sliding with its tip to the hoof — just trying to check what kind of creature it was that was dragging the soul — resting on the vulnerable spot under the foot in process, touching it uncomfortably ticklish. Moxxie couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp as he felt the ghostly tentacle sliding over his hoof, its tip tracing the sensitive skin beneath. The unexpected sensation sent a shiver up his spine, and he lost focus for a crucial moment. Ghostly touches worked through the hard rubber of the fins and even more so through the thin layer of the wetsuit, they looked like clawed fingers devoid of temperature. Moxie almost dropped the bag and convulsively straightened up, trying to fight off with his feet, but the fins, which always helped to gain speed in the water, were now stopped by the inertia of fast kicks. Imp squealed with laughter and gurgled, eyes closed, tail swinging in all directions, while another ghostly limb grabbed him to stroke.His lungs screamed for air, and spots swam before his vision. The ghostly touches were everywhere now, sliding over his skin, stroking his tail, curling around his fins. He couldn’t shake the horrific sensation of being groped by dozens of icy, clawed fingers. Desperately, Moxxie tried to unhook the bag of coins from his belt. He couldn’t die with this cursed treasure weighing him down. But in his panicked state, his fingers fumbled with the clasp, unable to undo it. The souls seemed to be trying to hold him back, to keep their newfound savior with them in the abyss. Vision started to tunnel, the darkness creeping in as his oxygen supply ran out. Touches to the tail, which were somewhat rude, but caring, sent an electric shock through Moxxie. The ghostly tentacles didn’t bother with clothes at all, they touched the body freely, choosing where they would condense, and the soul that wrapped around the tail condensed almost to its full length, causing Moxxie to completely lose all common sense. He thrashed harder, kicking and spinning in the water, not causing the slightest harm to the souls, but wasting his strength and time, and even getting more and more sexually turned on by the ticklish itch that spread through his limbs and body. Moxxie’s vision began to fade, his movements growing sluggish as the oxygen deprivation took its toll. The ghostly touches continued their relentless exploration, sliding over his skin and tracing the contours of his body beneath the wetsuit. He shuddered and twitched, his heart racing as he gasped and choked on the last of his precious air. The mischievous ghostly woman who touched the curve between the bases of the horn lobes of the hooves liked the reaction of Moxcie and the sounds he made, so the soul moved its claw there again, more slowly and purposefully, pleasing the pastern. A more gentle soul stroked imp’s sweet, pouting cheek, ran a claw under his chin, and stroked his vulnerable, thin neck. The soul that was starved for the flesh covered his penis, which was strongly pressed into the fabric of the wetsuit, with a ghostly palm, and the tightening pants did not go well with a very light touch. Another convulsive breath did not saturate the imp, the valve of the mask did not even open — there was not enough pressure in the cylinder. Moxxie’s vision swam with black spots as he felt the ghostly souls continue their sensual assault, their icy caresses sending electric jolts through his weary body. The one groping between his hooves dragged its sharp claws slowly, teasingly over the sensitive skin, eliciting a strangled gasp from Moxxie. The soul petting his cheek and stroking his neck was gentler, almost loving in its touch. It traced the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his throat, as if memorizing every inch of his face and neck. Moxxie shuddered, his heart pounding wildly as he gasped for air that wouldn’t come. But it was the ghostly palm stroking over the straining bulge in his pants that finally pushed Moxxie over the edge. He arched into the touch, his body crying out for release even as his lungs screamed for oxygen. The thin fabric of his wetsuit chafed deliciously against his aching arousal, the ghostly caress sending bolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. Moxxie’s vision flashed white as his oxygen completely ran out. His struggles grew weaker, his limbs feeling like lead as he drifted in a haze of sensation and desperation. With a final, convulsive shudder, Moxxie went limp, his body floating bonelessly in the water as the souls continued their relentless teasing, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from their new plaything, even as he slipped into unconsciousness. Some spirits were even more interested in the demon’s struggle, his stomach retracted from suffocation, and his ribs protruded. The demon’s torso was stroked, poked, and tickled in the armpits. But there was another group among the souls — those who were tired of water and darkness. They grabbed the imp by the remaining limbs and dragged him up where they wanted to go. Moxxie no longer heard Millie’s scream, so exhausted was he by asphyxia and “ghost-fucking”, but he felt through the fabric of his lowered oblivion the pain from her claws digging into his forearms, forcefully dragging him, forgetting about pregnancy, first a little higher, and then hitting the bottom of the boat. The souls, feeling themselves in their native element, calmed down and were drawn back into the coins, even losing their translucency along the way, so that Millie did not notice them. “Moxxie! Mox, wake up!” A slashing palm strike, better than any artificial respiration, made the imp’s eyes widen. “How is the baby? You’re not supposed to carry heavy stuff,” Moxxie cleared his throat hoarsely — fortunately, it was only because of saliva, not water. “Are you heavy? Fuck, you’re skinny as a model!” She suddenly frowned. “And by the way, did you arrange a private photo shoot there? Or did you enjoy diving so much? What is it?” she asked sarcastically, touching a noticeable bump in Moxie’s pants. With a yelp, the imp tucked his hooves and smiled guiltily. But he found the strength to fend it off: “You know, you’re allowed to make mistakes!” and “ghost-fucking”, but he felt through the fabric of his lowered oblivion the pain from her claws digging into his forearms, forcefully dragging him, forgetting about pregnancy, first a little higher, and then hitting the bottom of the boat. The souls, feeling themselves in their native element, calmed down and were drawn back into the coins, even losing their translucency along the way, so that Millie did not notice them. “Moxxie! Mox, wake up!” A slashing palm strike, better than any artificial respiration, made the imp’s eyes widen. “How is the baby? You’re not supposed to carry heavy stuff,” Moxxie cleared his throat hoarsely — fortunately, it was only because of saliva, not water. “Are you heavy? Fuck, you’re skinny as a model!” She suddenly frowned. “And by the way, did you arrange a private photo shoot there? Or did you enjoy diving so much? What is it?” she asked sarcastically, touching a noticeable bump in Moxie’s pants. With a yelp, the imp tucked his hooves and smiled guiltily. But he found the strength to fend it off: “You know, you’re allowed to make mistakes!”