Monkey Business!
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
I'll never run out of puns -- never!
If you had asked Aqua even a few months ago where she thought her life would be, “gangbanged by demon monkeys for the greater good” probably would not have placed very high on that list.
And yet, here she was.
Unlike her past two encounters, Aqua had stayed with the Powerwilds for a period of a few days, entertaining them and being entertained in turn. She had to make sure she took ample amounts of each one’s seed, of course, to best raise her chances of keeping her word and bearing their offspring.
The day when they finally left, loping through the jungle, Aqua had already felt the pregnancy coming on—the increasingly-familiar heaviness in her belly, the raw sensitivity of her breasts, the ever-so-mild twinge of lethargy which she knew would crest over the coming weeks. As she watched them depart, she couldn’t help but wonder: Can I really trust them to put aside their heart-devouring ways? Will they really be better for this? She had no way of knowing—but she had to trust that it would work.
Electing to stay in the jungle (she didn’t like the idea of delivering a bunch of baby monkeys in the middle of a ruin or a mountaintop) until the delivery was done, Aqua went about making herself at home. Her clothes were easily washed by applications of the water spell, and she was able to use fallen branches and fronds to make a makeshift shelter.
As always during her pregnancies, the Heartless left her alone, and she was left radiating smugness in the knowledge that even when heavy with their young, she exerted power over them.
As the days passed, she grew dutifully. By the time a week and a half had passed, her belly jutted a fair bit out from under her shirt, and she grew in the habit of stroking and cradling it. The skin was smooth but taut, and she knew it would only grow tighter as the pregnancy progressed. Her breasts had doubled up on milk production to the point where they ached more often than not; she was often reduced to milking them herself, kneading the milk out of her swollen bosom with long sighs. Afterwards she was left flushed, a flutter of worrying need in her loins, and she frequently turned to fingering herself after her milking sessions. More than once she found herself pining for the Powerwilds, wishing for them to take care of her nursing problems as well as her… baser hungers.
The lethargy built and built and she quickly resigned herself to token patrols. By the time two weeks had hit she could barely wander a dozen paces away from the hollow where she could set up camp—and waddling she was, wobbling ungainly while trying to compensate for the massive weight affixed to her front. At one point she had leaned against a fallen tree, panting, only for wriggles of movement to pull her out of her reverie. Her offspring this time around were quite active (doubtless getting it from their fathers) and their energetic rompings in her womb left her turning and whining with sudden arousal. As ever, her body rewarded her for laying with monsters by gifting her with cascades of pleasure during the ensuing pregnancy, and her offspring made it more exciting than ever before—at one point, while they had been particularly energetic, she had nearly been driven to orgasm by their activity alone. Finally giving in, she rubbed her clit in time to their tossing and turning until she came, her blissful screams splitting the air of the dark jungle. She wondered if the Heartless knew it was her—and if the ones who had failed to knock her up were jealous.
After a full day of immobility—a day in which Aqua, panting from the sheer weight of it all, had whined as her children had made her come two separate times with their energetic tumbling—the birthing day had arrived.
It was more difficult than the eggs had been, but still nowhere near as trying as the Dark Hide, though part of her wondered if that wasn’t because it had been her first delivery. Still, after a few long hours of straining, pushing, and sobbing, she could finally rest, chest heaving and body reeling—the proud mother of five small monkeys.
And proud she was. Already her little ones were poking around inquisitively, crawling across the ground and curiously prodding at fronds. Giggling, Aqua scooped one up in trembling hands and held it to her breast, and the little one dutifully wrapped its mouth around her teat and began to nurse.
She leaned back with a contented sigh, feeling the small bundles of warmth as her offspring nuzzled against her. She would feed them all by the time the night was done, and take a few days to rest from the birth.
“Sweetie,” she crooned, tracing the infant Heartless’s small, delicate ear with one finger, “mommy’s here for you.” It nestled closer to her breast with a satisfied churr, and she caressed it tight, tears beading in her eyes—tears of happiness and pride. She wouldn’t have traded them for anything. “Mommy’s here for you,” she repeated.
She woke the next morning, groggy and still sore, but with much of her energy recovered, to find two more of her children happily nursing. Giggling, she cradled them both against her body, cupping them gently—their heads were small enough to fit inside her hands. She could hear her other offspring playing in the jungle, but at a wordless cry from Aqua, they bounded in, chirping and chittering with happiness. One—smaller than the rest, its hair a sunny orange color—bounded right up to her, and Aqua giggled, idly taking one finger to scratch behind the little creature’s ear.
“Hello, loves,” she said. “You’re all so energetic already! Mommy’s still tired from yesterday… she’s not sure if she can keep up.” She was unsure if she was reading too much into things, but she fancied her offspring chittered at her sympathetically.
All that day, she spent resting and nursing. There was always a baby Heartless at one of her breasts, their little mouths teasing at her nipples. She felt the heat of their mouths, the wetness as they sucked; she leaned back and exulted in the soft, insistent tugging on her nipples, the way they rumbled with happiness. She drank in their joy like it was sunlight, and sighed with contentment each time her breasts yielded, the milk flowing out slowly and easily.
How she loved this. This was as much a part of her as her keyblade skills, now; her maternal instincts glowed in her like fresh embers, washing her with pride and directing her to bask in the sensation as her young suckled from her, to praise them and pet them and bond with them. It continued like that for days, her babies growing bigger and stronger and more inquisitive, but their loyalty to Aqua always remained, and they slept all piled together, with their mother lulled to sleep by their warmth and by the sensation of a soft tugging at her breast, for they always nursed when it was time for sleep.
One day one of her offspring had excitedly brought her something new—a scrap of red ribbon, doubtless another interdimensional castaway from the light world. Aqua held onto it tight, treasuring it.
As her offspring matured, she noticed that the orange one differed from its siblings in more than just color—it was shorter, weaker, but much faster, and seemed to be more clever, fashioning rudimentary tools to play pranks. One day, as it scampered away from them, chattering playfully, Aqua realized that its voice was high and melodic while the others were growing lower by the day—
And then it hit her. Daughter, she realized, looking at the orange one with surprise. Until now, the vast majority of Heartless she had seen had been male—or, at the very least, had been packing cocks. That one’s female. She’s my… my daughter.
As the new one—whom Aqua had called Bouncywild, in opposition to her siblings—skittered up to her, seeking praise, Aqua had pet behind her daughter’s head. “Good girl,” she said, meaning it. “Good girl.”
And the little Bouncywild almost seemed to glow with pride.