Dark Hide Aftermath
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
It continues!
Last time, Aqua found herself getting to know the Heartless very well. What’s in store for her this time? (Probably monster pregnancy, if I had to guess. The title probably gave it away, huh…)
It had been a few days since her encounter with the Dark Hide and Aqua was feeling strange. Her body was lethargic and there was an unusual, heavy feel to it. In her wanderings the past few days, she had often found herself having to stop and rest more frequently, one hand inerrantly resting on her stomach.
Today she was feeling weirder than ever—bloated, even. She’d found it difficult to pull her shorts all the way up today. What was especially curious was that she’d had nothing to eat since arriving in the Realm of Darkness. Being its own universe, the Realm seemed to operate by its own rules. Rather than food, entities here—herself and the Heartless both—seemed to subsist mainly on strength of heart. So long she had inner light, Aqua herself would be sustained, just as the Heartless hungered for darkness.
But if she’d had nothing to eat, why was her stomach feeling so taut? Why did she have a sudden craving for foods she’d never liked—and would probably never eat again? Why was she moving slower, why did she feel heavier, why was she now sleeping on her side because she could no longer comfortably rest on her stomach?
As she rested, her back against an elegantly withered tree, Aqua stared down at her tummy. It was… bigger. Not terribly so—you’d never notice unless you knew what to look for. But there was a definite swelling to it. What on earth could it be? She idly stroked it a few times, lost in thought. Her keyblade was ready to be summoned at any moment, but Aqua increasingly felt no need. The Heartless had been leaving her alone after her encounter with the Dark Hide. Sometimes they observed her, but they never moved to attack, and she had no intention of provoking them.
Pondering over the questions, she drifted off into a fitful sleep.
It was the first time she had dreamed in the Realm of Darkness. There were scattered fragments of her past: worlds she had been to, friends she had lost. But as the fragments flew away like crumbled glass, what replaced them was a clear reality—herself, naked and waiting for the Dark Hide. The bestial Heartless was there, but rather than taking her, it approached her, sniffed a few times, and then licked her stomach—and then kept licking.
With every wet lap, dream-Aqua’s belly grew, as did the low burning coal of arousal that had been with her the past few days. Soon her belly was big enough to see the difference; a few more laps and it was a size where she could hold it comfortably in both hands. By the time it was big enough to block sight of her feet, there was little doubt: she was pregnant.
As the Dark Hide leaned back, satisfied, dream-Aqua stared down at her belly, fat with new life, and then she wailed with pleasure as something squirmed inside her—
Aqua woke up, panting and aroused.
The keyblade master could feel her flushed cheeks and forehead, and knew that her arousal shone on her face. That had been quite the dream.
But the squirming sensation returned.
It was as if time froze around her. Aqua stared down at her modestly-growing belly, slowly moving a hand to cup it. As she did so, another tiny tremor of movement fluttered inside—and she felt it.
“Oh,” she said softly, quietly. There was almost nothing else to say.
The Dark Hide hadn’t just fucked her. It had bred her.
By the time a week had passed, her belly had grown enough that a small stripe of skin—along with the little dot of her bellybutton—was visible between her shorts and her top. Sometimes she rubbed a finger along it, wondering at the creature growing in her womb.
And there was no doubt it was a creature. This was going far too fast to be a normal pregnancy. Already she was at the equivalent of the end of a first trimester.
Sometimes she was angry—furious, even—at her current state. She hadn’t sacrificed everything to come here and—and be some Heartless’s breeding bitch!
But in other, quieter hours, she found some dark, somber corner of the Realm and simply sat there, feeling her offspring squirm and tumble in her womb. At those times, she did little more than cup her still-modest belly with one hand, rubbing the top of it with the other. Sometimes she fancied that the Heartless within could feel her touch; it seemed to respond, squirming and wriggling eagerly at the presence of its mother.
…its mother.
“I’m… going to be a mother,” Aqua whispered, her voice crackling with a cacophony of fierce, conflicting emotions. “I’m going to give birth… to a Heartless.”
By the end of the second week she was almost completely defenseless. Her belly was quite visible now, and the young within enormously active. She didn’t walk anywhere so much as she waddled, and she had to take frequent breaks to rejuvenate herself.
But as before, the Heartless of the Realm were content to leave her alone, eying her from a distance and melting away as she passed. At first, she thought it might be because she had defeated the greatest of their number, but now she wondered if simple mathematics weren’t at play. If they took her heart now, what would happen to her offspring? Better to let her ride out the pregnancy and bring a new Heartless into this world. They could always steal her heart later.
There was another growing problem, too. The further into her pregnancy she progressed, the more insistent her arousal became. By now it was fierce and perpetual, a state of deliciously uncomfortable, unsatisfiable bliss. More than once she had sagged against a wall or outcropping, throwing her clothes off so that she could rub or finger herself. Even when she came, the need dipped but didn’t vanish, and it would be back sooner or later—or, if the thing in her womb was acting up, simply just sooner. The arousal tended to be tied to its activity.
On one occasion she had spent almost an entire day splayed out on a hill covered with low, dewy grasses as she furiously pleasured herself. Aqua’s breasts were growing too, becoming firmer and more plush, and the nipples and areolae were darkening, so sensitive that the lightest brush sent pinpricks through her. One hand kneaded and teased her tits; the other alternated between tending to her clit and burying fingers in her pussy. The need was so strong it could barely be satisfied, and whenever she had finally brought herself to climax, the activity had sent the offspring in her belly squirming with excitement and stimulation—which sent her arousal skyrocketing again.
After her fourth orgasm, her body as horny as ever and her passenger still wriggling up a storm, Aqua had been reduced to sobbing with raw, impossible need. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t sate it. It was so unbearable… and yet so wonderful.
Some part of her was aware that while normal pregnancies could make the woman experience occasional bouts of arousal, this was far beyond the norm.
Were… were all Heartless pregnancies like this?
“Maybe,” she muttered, half-delirious from the exhaustion of going at herself all day, “maybe this isn’t so bad after all…”
But no. She refused to consider such a thing. This was a fluke—the unfortunate consequence borne from her inability to exercise self-control. She was not a breeder of monsters. This was not something she should enjoy.
She repeated those mantras to herself until she believed them. She’d never fuck a Heartless again, and certainly never bear their children. This was… a lesson. Encouragement to learn more self-restraint. Yes. That was it.
But that night, as exhaustion forced her into sleep despite the activity of the young inside her, her mind was filled with only one, singular emotion: pure, satisfied bliss.
By the time she was ready to give birth, three weeks exactly after she’d fucked the Dark Hide, Aqua had been immobile for a full two days.
Her belly was an enormous gravid globe, surging with new life, and the Heartless within was energetic and ready to come out. Her breasts had swelled even more, and were leaking tiny streams of pale milk; her body was ready to nourish the life she would bring into this world. She had been at her baby’s mercy for a while now, unable to move for its ministrations in her womb, and when the sharp and sudden pain rang out, she knew it was time.
She strained, pushed, screamed, and sobbed, and by the time it was out of her, her mind was a haze and she was barely conscious.
When clarity returned to her, she was aware of a strange sensation—a rough feeling, halfway between fur and scales, and with a temperature like metal that that had recently been heated but was now cooling—curled against her side. There was a routine, insistent tugging at her left breast.
It was here. It was out. Did she dare look?
She did. Aqua craned her neck to see her new offspring. It was big, for a baby, the size of her torso from shoulders to hips; it was like the Dark Hide in miniature, but with smaller tendrils and soft, pliant material instead of fangs and claws. The little creature was suckling at her breast; a small dribble of milk streamed between its teeth.
With a trembling hand, Aqua reached up to touch the baby Heartless’s head. It raised its face from her breast to look at her, its crimson eyes blinking. It shook its head, sneezed, snuffled, and then buried itself back into her teat, sucking away.
It nursed more energetically, now, and she realized that a low rumble was shaking through its body.
Her baby was purring.
Master Aqua leaned back and, despite herself, wept with joy.