Like Zeus, Cthulhu has loved many mortal women. Unlike Zeus, the lovemaking is not pleasant: a thousand tentacles are flossed through gooey orifices unmeant to be plunged. And also unlike Zeus, impregnation is assured. The midwives of the early 20th century spoke in hushed tones in the shadows of the delivery rooms about the possibility of a fisherman's wive giving birth to Cthulhu spawn. If one was birthed, it was quickly strangled.
Nowadays, of course, they are aborted in utero in all but the rarest occasions. This goes a long way explaining why your child has never shared a kindergarten class with one. But simulacrums of Cthulhu spawn exist. Consider Deviant Art user Alexcf's jarred Cthulhu specimen: a pickled Old One fetus stored in a wooden leather box and locked tight with a brass key. It was apparently stolen from old Miskatonic herself. For £50, I'm tempted to buy it myself.
Cthulhu Specimen Jar [alexcf's Deviant Art Page] (Thanks to Tinkergirl, that gorgeous goggled minx!)
