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Aqua wandered through the Realm of Darkness, turning over thoughts and more thoughts in her head.

Doubt was starting to creep in once again.

She had overcome the Werewolf in combat, and it had submitted to her--she'd taken that as a sign that it was suitable for breeding with. But had the Heartless really shown a change in heart (so to speak)? Was it worth it? The monster had wandered off as soon as it had flooded her with seed, and her puppies... her pups...

Well.

They'd been rambunctious almost from the get-go, and hard to corral, but still good-natured little creatures. But the more they aged, the more like their father they got. They never attacked or went after her, of course, but they grew surly and aggressive and difficult to control, actively ignoring or defying her. And one morning she'd woken up to find that all of them had left in the night, leaving her alone--so, so very alone.

Again.

It was hard to explain why it bothered her so. After all, her offspring aged swiftly and then left. It was what they did. But all of them had shown affection to her before departing--nuzzling up against her, indulging in one last playful game, warbling or purring something low. Even the grubs of the Queen Bee, which hadn't even been her biological children, had shown affection. But these Werewolf pups--though they hadn't really been "pups" when they'd left--had departed without any hint of a goodbye.

Her entire goal while trapped here in the Realm of Darkness was to breed malice out of the Heartless, selecting worthy creatures and giving them offspring. That, mixed with her own inherent generosity and goodness, would hopefully start to change them one at a time until they were less of a threat.

But look at yourself, Aqua cursed herself. Listening to your loins, not your head. The Werewolf was a bad choice. Yes, it had submitted to her, but only after a show of force. That didn't imply a change of heart from the creature, only that it wasn't stupid enough to provoke something strong enough to kill it. It didn't change that it had been violent and forceful beforehand.

But you wanted to fuck it, she hurled at herself. You were horny. You wanted a knot. You wanted cum in you. You wanted to roll with orgasm. You wanted the feeling of young in your belly.

She had. She'd wanted that most of all.

By the spirits, she was lonely.

Terra... Ven... she missed her friends. She missed seeing their smiling faces, hearing their voices, seeing the stars in the night sky with them in the shadow of their master's keep.

She missed people.

And after her pups had left without nary a goodbye, the loneliness, she sheer oppressive loneliness of this umbral word came back at her like a flood and she'd just knelt and wept.

Since then, her thoughts had been turning. She was breeding the Heartless to help make the world a better place... wasn't she? Or was she just, deep down, looking to sate that void, fill that lonesomeness? Could she really trust that monsters which were kind and cute to their mother wouldn't attack other people if they got the chance?

What if she was lying to herself, and just making the world worse--swelling Heartless ranks, becoming a one-woman monster-making machine?

She didn't want to think it was true. She wanted to think the pugnacious cuteness of the Bouncywild, the buoyant affection of her Dark Hide baby, were signs of progress; that she'd picked good Heartless to help: the Gargoyle that was picked on by its brethren, the industrious bees which had never once made an attempt at her heart. Surely they held promise for the future.

The words made sense, but her mind was cloaked in a cloth of uncertainty and loneliness, and for the first time since she embraced her self-appointed duty as a monster mother, Aqua found herself wallowing in uncertainty.

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Days--or what passed as days, here--meandered by without her malaise lifting. There was, perhaps, no monster in the Realm capable of matching the Keyblade Master in martial strength. But her own despair... now that was a stronger and more elusive foe. There was more than one way for a heart to fall to darkness. The Heartless would never succeed in snatching it from her living breast, but a flower could die from withering just as well as being plucked.

In the intervening days, she had avoided giving her body to the Heartless, even ones which seemed less aggressive or malevolent. She hadn't gone out of her way to destroy them; she couldn't bring herself to do such to those creatures if they didn't seem as dangerous as their kin. But doubts still plagued her in regards to bearing their offspring.

One day, her wanderings took her to an unfamiliar land, a low and absolutely massive cavern fed by the rumbling of a slow-moving but powerful subterranean river. The Heartless in this cavern mostly insectoid in nature. Aqua left them alone and easily dispatched those foolish enough to attempt to strike at her.

Finding a corner of the cavern with water-smoothed stone near the river, she laid back, letting the sound of rushing water lull her into a long and dreamy sleep.

When she woke, it was to an unfamiliar sound. A Heartless, for certain, one that seemed to be screeching. At first she took it for pain, but then she realized it didn't sound like agony, but anguish. Could Heartless feel such things? Against her better judgment, Aqua walked through the cave to hunt down the source.

It was hard to track down, thanks to the cavernous depths warping the sound, but Aqua was a determined hunter and had nothing but time.

Eventually she emerged into a low hollow well-lit by shimmering crystals of blue and emerald and scarlet. The majority of the cavern was dominated by what looked like a massive spiderweb in the center. Sitting in the center was a titanic Heartless--a rare variety that Aqua had named a Wicked Spider. It was several times as big as a person, easily the size the Queen Bee had been, with a green coat and a massive mask of a face.

The Wicked Spider didn't seem to be in danger, so Aqua was uncertain as to why the creature was in such despair--until she looked closer. High up in the web was what looked like the remnants of an eggsac, a round container for the spider's progeny. But the sac seemed to have been torn into, and not from the inside. It was easy to deduce what had happened--the mother spider had wandered away for whatever reason, and some other enterprising Heartless had taken the opportunity to plunder it.

Aqua's heart went out for the poor creature, and before she knew it, she was stepping into the chamber.

The Wicked Spider whirled in her web at the newcomer, her voice rising in a furious screech, but Aqua held up her hands placatingly. Her Keyblade was banished, ready to be recalled at a moment's notice should she need to defend herself. "Easy," she said. "Easy. Easy. I mean no harm. It wasn't me who did this... surely you can tell. I'm sure a human scent is unusual." Indeed, from the way the Heartless's bristles were swaying in the air, Aqua suspected she was taking in the ambient smells. The creature's roar diminished, but she still held herself cautiously.

"I'm a mother too," Aqua said, taking a tentative step forward, followed by another. The action didn't seem to be that distressing to the spider. "You can smell it, can't you? The mother-scent in the air? It's been some time, but given how regularly I've been pumping out babies, it's still probably rolling off of me..."

By now, Aqua was close enough to reach out and pat one of the monster's massive, spring-green claws. So that's what she did. The creature flinched at the touch, as if shocked at the action--and Aqua had to admit, she sympathized. What are you doing? she demanded of herself. Playing sympathy with this Heartless?

But she did sympathize with her.

"I lost someone too," Aqua said, almost more to herself than to the Wicked Spider. "A lot of someones, actually. My children didn't perish, but they left me, every single one... and before them, my dearest friends in the world all vanished, leaving me alone. So alone." There was a strange scent in the chamber; Aqua couldn't place it. It was making her feel slightly dizzy and light-headed. She glanced up to look at the Heartless. The creature was glancing down inquisitively down at her, a low rumble shaking her carapace so gently that it was almost insubstantial. "Being alone, it hurts."

The Wicked Spider churred and shifted on the web, bringing her weight closer to Aqua, and as she did so, she saw that the Heartless's abdomen was swollen and that she was moving gingerly.

"You're pregnant again..." she said. The scent--unfamiliar, but cloying and even a bit spicy, was hanging heavy in the air once more, and Aqua realized it was coming from the end of the creature's abdomen. It was moist and lush and so inviting...

Her head spinning slightly from the smell, Aqua leaned in. The Spider tensed as if afraid, but she allowed the Keyblade Master to touch her lips to opening at the end.

The spider's entrance was far unlike a human's vulva, but neither did it seem that arachnid-like... Heartless biology was free to do as it pleased, it seemed. The spice-like sensation peaked, but it was not unpleasant, and before she knew it, Aqua dipped a tongue in.

The inside was warm--not hot, but warm, and strangely pliant without being soft. The liquids within were of a thicker consistency that reminded Aqua somewhat of the honey and royal jelly pushed on her by the bee Heartless. She slurped down a small bit, her tongue touching the inside of the spider, and she felt the great beast tremble and croon above her.

Losing herself, Aqua gave herself entirely to the sensation of lapping at the spider. Her tongue explored the unfamiliar chasm, and the strange spicy liquid within only made her more and more worked up. She could hear the creature warbling and swaying above her, and her loins were set afire...

What are you doing? part of her demanded of herself. More brainless sex with monsters? And maybe there was something to that concern. But Aqua didn't know. Somehow, this felt different. Even amidst the haze and the spice, something felt different...

A gentle touch made her flinch. The Wicked Spider had reached down one massive claw-tipped limb to brush at her bare back. The spider held there and then moved its claw as if stroking or petting her. Her movements were hesitating and confused, as if she herself didn't know what she was doing. The regular movement on Aqua's back was strangely soothing; no, more than that, it was comforting. She moaned into the creature's opening, the scents heavy around her, and the spider picked up its pace, rubbing and caressing the small thing attending to it.

The regular sensation of the Heartless brushing against her back sent Aqua's arousal spiking even higher, and her inner reservations died. She dived in, even more energetic than before, and was rewarded by similar surge of energy from the creature. Her arousal spiked; before Aqua even realized what she was doing, she snaked one hand down, one finger on her clit, rubbing furiously, as two more plumbed her own depths...

When she finally came, her head spinning and her tongue panting, she was slumped against the wall over the cavern, furiously clenching around her own two fingers. The Wicked Spider was gone, but the scent remained.

She couldn't have gone far...

Trying to clear her head from both her orgasm and the lingering effects of the spider's spice, Aqua rose on shaky legs. The creature had lost her brood... and was close to laying again...

She brought a hand to her stomach. She had shepherded the queen's brood along. She could do so with these as well.

Doubt gnawed at her, but she shook her head. Not now. Time was of the essence. She pressed into the cave, determined to catch up.