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Aqua smiled to herself, pretending not to notice her baby’s chirp or the flash of movement—like water in a running stream—from the corner of her eye. Humming to herself as she feigned ignorance, she fell back with a gleeful, indulgent laugh when the little creature playfully pounced her.

“That’s right!” she praised the baby Stealth Sneak. “You got me! What a little scamp you are!” The lizard chirruped happily, and then one scaled mouth pushed questingly at her chest. With a resigned smile, Master Aqua pulled up her top and bra, letting her chest—bountiful at the best of times, and plump and swollen with milk more often than not these days—hang free. A tiny speck of white dribbled from one nipple.

“You’re a real glutton, you know that?” she teased as the baby Heartless eagerly affixed one mouth to her teat and started gulping down. “Still drinking, grown as you are. I really—ahhh—r-really do indulge you too much…”

She leaned back with a weary sigh, letting the words trail off. The fact of the matter was that her breasts were sore, and while she could tend to herself or even magic the milk out, it simply wasn’t the same as feeding an eager mouth. Glancing down at the half-grown Heartless—nearly her own size at this point; still a far cry from the massiveness of the creature she’d encountered some weeks ago, but nevertheless much grown from the egg she had laid—Aqua marveled that she had carried and birthed such a creature.

Reaching a hand out, her offspring settled against it with a satisfied chitter that she felt against her tender breast like a pitter-patter of little raindrops. “Your siblings made their own ways,” she murmured. “But you stayed. Why?” Could it be the opposite of maternal instinct—some innate desire to stay with its mother, perhaps? Except she wasn’t even the Heartless’s true dam. She’d only incubated the egg…

The baby Heartless switched its attention to her other breast and she leaned back, letting herself drift along on the situation. This was the first time one of the Heartless had wanted to actually stick around for an extended length. Usually her offspring struck out on their own once they were of a certain age. That this one wanted to remain was a decidedly unknown variable.

The young mother almost laughed aloud at that thought. An unknown variable… to what? To a Keyblade Master devoting her life to endlessly breeding monsters?

Not like I have much else to do, she thought aimlessly, reaching her hand up to stroke the Heartless still eagerly drinking from her. No matter how far she wandered or what locales she searched, the Realm of Darkness seemed truly infinite; a labyrinth of space and time, a crossroads where every path met and none of them terminated. True, the Heartless themselves seemed to find ways out… but her? She was good and trapped.

Oh, she’d made it work. She was past her ceaseless malaise at this point. Her quest to breed some goodness into the Heartless was a noble one, and the fact that it filled her days with sexual pleasure and maternal love was just the cherry on top. But still…

Still.

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Eventually, Aqua decided she had enough of the jungle. She made her way out of it, her half-grown reptilian offspring following her faithfully. Once she reached the boundary, however, the Heartless seemed to hesitate with uncertainty, weaving back and forth with apprehensive clicks.

“I’m okay with you coming with me,” Aqua said. “But I’m not staying in this jungle forever. The whole Realm needs to be explored on the off chance that I find a way out… and as many Heartless as possible need me to breed some sense into their lines.” She took a step forward and the Stealth Sneak hesitated again, looking over its shoulder at the trees with something like longing.

Aqua smiled. “Feel the call, do you? That’s okay. It’s okay to leave me and run for the jungles. Something tells me you belong here. I won’t mind. And who knows? Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

The Heartless, seemingly satisfied, leaned its head to bump and nuzzle affectionately against its mother’s arm. Then, it turned and vanished into the trees, its camouflage coming into play as its shape melted into watery nothingness. Aqua watched it go with mixed emotions: sadness that she was alone once more, yet pride that her young one had finally taken the step to seize its own destiny. Turning from the jungle, emotion still sparking in her heart, Aqua moved aimlessly, trusting her feet to take her where she needed to go.

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The paradoxical thing about the Realm was how similar it could be to the world Aqua knew, sometimes. The world she now inhabited was like an echo bouncing down a narrow canyon; distinct and recognizable, yet warped somehow. Towns, transformed into maelstroms of cobblestones and half-wrecked shops, lamplights hovering over nothing and spotting the dark air with an embered glow. Forests endlessly growing and twisting on each other, branches stirring despite the lack of wind, their roots gnawing at stone, the crumbling earth rising in spirals in spite of gravity.

And always, always the Heartless.

Sometimes they came at her in droves, veritable floods of small, angry creatures with eyes that pierced the shadows like rancid starlight. Other times she found herself face to face with titanic beasts the likes of which put her full might and skill as a Keyblade Master to the test. She always emerged victorious, though there were close calls.

Though she had taken to breeding with the beasts, Aqua had learned her lesson with the Werewolf. She would corral her emotions and urges until she found a suitable candidate. The rest would have to be content to fall before her Keyblade. As she slew them, sometimes small glowing hearts rose before vanishing insubstantially. She prayed that the freed hearts would find their way home to the Realm of Light. If their original hosts could not be revived, then perhaps the hearts could reincarnate.

Eventually, her wandering took her to a part of the Realm she had yet to encounter. It was a massive peak; but unlike the wintery domain where she had bred the Winterhorn, the higher reaches of this local seemed to be a veritable bastion of cloud. Aqua knew of a place like this; in her journeys before being cast to darkness, she had ventured to a land called Olympus. A cloud-capped mount had served as the seat of the gods there, though she had not ventured up that far. Was that locale perhaps a dark reflection of the land? Had Olympus fallen to the Heartless? Well, it wasn’t like she had anything else to do.

And that was the day she became a mountain climber.

Wind spells to augment her jumps; gravity spells to lift her higher still; teleportation spells to cross great chasms. The going was perilous, but there was nothing Aqua could not overcome. And, eventually, she made it.

The land was indeed as she had heard Olympus described; a plain of clouds, strangely capable of holding her weight when she tested it. Everything was made of cloud—columns, archways, fountains. It was a veritable city of the sky.

Yet it seemed twisted, somehow. The Realm of Darkness at work, no doubt. Cloudy pillars were half-collapsed, their grandeur crumbling. Water spraying out of the fountain was frozen in time, the droplets sparkling sadly like sapphire tears, suspended in midair. And despite the cloudy domain’s grandeur and vast spaces, it was incredibly, inescapably empty.

Was this Olympus, fallen to darkness? A mournful reflection created by the Realm? Or something else? In the end, Aqua supposed it didn’t matter. She stepped out onto the clouds, the air a pale, wan purple above her, the clouds swirling beneath. Though she kept her Keyblade at the ready, there was no sign of adversarial Heartless anywhere; and before long, she banished it before sinking down with an aggrieved sigh into the cloudy floor. The wispy vapor curled around her; it supported her, yet was soft and supple, almost like a waterbed but with the texture of the most luxurious feathery mattress. After the sheer length of time she’d spent in the Realm of Darkness—months? A year? Longer, even? Time seemed to be fickle here, and the fact that she had spent much of said time mindlessly breeding did not help her recollection any—it was comfort and suppleness unlike anything Aqua had experienced in a long, long time. And though she did not intend it, before long the Keyblade Master found herself lulled to sleep.

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She dreamed of things she had lost. She dreamed of her former Keyblade, the Rainfell; the master’s had served well as a replacement, though it was not, in the end, the same blade she had bonded with in her training. She dreamed of the Land of Departure, the place that had been her home for so very long, wrecked and ravaged by Xehanort’s machinations, transformed by her own hand into a prison to shield Ven.

She dreamed of him too, of course; dreaming aimlessly away, his heart in pieces. She dreamed of Eraqus, her master, struck down by Xehanort, a man he had called a brother.

But most of all, she dreamed of Terra.

He had been so stalwart, so brave and earnest. And she, in her foolishness, had believed the master when he had judged him unworthy. Yet Terra had been a true Keyblade Master in all but name, and denying him that title had left him vulnerable to Xehanort’s deprivations… they had been fellow acolytes and apprentices together, bonding and battling and bolstering each other, confiding in one another under the merry stars of the Land of Departure and slipping quietly under sheets when teenage hormones grew too much to bear.

She… loved Terra. As much as she loved—or could love—anyone. And she had watched him be unfairly judged by Eraqus, had bought into the master’s orders to keep an eye on him like he was a child, and now… now, he was little more than a husk possessed by darkness, all thanks to her own failures.

Was this, perhaps, why she devoted herself so energetically to breeding the malevolence out of the Heartless? To try and purge the darkness, as if that would retroactively transform the man she loved? Though she would be loath to admit it, sometimes in the throes of bliss with a Heartless, Aqua would close her eyes and imagine that was Terra with her, in her, as if that would change anything…

As if that would bring back who she’d lost.

By the spirits, she’d give anything to hear his voice or taste the warmth of his flesh just one more time, just once in her life.

In her dreams, Terra was there and she wept and begged for forgiveness, and he reached his arms around her, so soft and gentle, and though he said no words, in the fashion of dreams she knew that he was trying to tell her it was alright—

Aqua woke suddenly, the fresh bite of cold tears still playing at her face, to discover that the embrace was not a dream.

Something coiled around her, squeezing and caressing her gently.

She summoned her Keyblade with an angry shout and whatever it was retreated immediately, quivering in fear. Immediately, Aqua regretted her fire. If the thing, whatever it was, had dark designs, it’d had more than ample opportunity to kill her or take her heart while she was sleeping and vulnerable. Clearly, then, it was not aggressive.

“I’m sorry,” she said, banishing the Keyblade. “I’m a warrior, and… old habits, they…”

She trailed off, not even certain that the thing understood her, but it seemed to get the gist. It tremulously reformed itself.

It was a denizen of the Realm of Darkness, and so had to be a Heartless—but it was unlike any she had ever seen. The creature was a wisp of cloud animated by will, with two sunny, pleasant points of light shining from behind as eyes. But unlike the clouds which created this false city—stained purple and grey as if by wine, with an air of corruption to them—the clouds which made this creature were as she remembered from the Realm of Light: a soft grey, like dawn on an autumn morning, ringed by a nimbus of faint, unassuming white. It bobbed this way and that, moving with pure uncertainty, and Aqua tentatively reached her hand out for it. “It’s okay,” she repeated. “I won’t harm you, I promise.”

Seemingly believing her, the creature untensed, cloud that was bunched together spilling outwards—and then her eyes really widened. A small branch with three small, healthy blossoms, the blood-red color standing out vibrantly against the gloomy surroundings, emerged from the top of the Heartless’s ‘head.’ A stone spire, like a miniscule mountain, also poked out right next to it. And behind, a radiant, incandescent orb glowed to life, a tiny ball of fire and light—almost a sun in miniature.

The moment she saw that light rising behind the clouds, illuminating the mountain and blooms, Aqua immediately settled on a mental name for the creature: the Cloudy Sunrise.

“You’re lovely,” Aqua said, and the orb bobbed forward with a soft, almost feminine coo, the voice wispy like vapor and seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. It poked this way and that around her, cloud probing curiously at her flesh—and Aqua marveled at the sensation. It truly was a thing of mist, its ‘body’ swirling about as it examined her.

It unfurled into long, thin tendrils, still cooing curiously, and began charting this newcomer. Tendrils of misty cloud snaked around Aqua’s arms, squeezing gently and wending their way between her fingers. More of them swirled their way around her legs and thighs, the pressure gentle and comforting. Aqua gasped and then murred as strings of cloud tentatively coiled and cupped about her breasts, the sensation all the more pleasurable for how uncertain and almost innocent the gesture was. Her gasp made the Cloudy Sunrise pause for a moment.

“More,” she breathed. “More of that, please.” And whether it knew her words or simply read the message in her tone and body language, the result was the same; the Heartless continued exploring her.

More wisps of cloud coiled their way up to her neck and beyond, and Aqua leaned her head back with a satisfied hum, closing her eyes with a small smile. The wisps of cloud stroked her cheek gently and she leaned into it as best she could, the strange duality of pressure and insubstantiality a mixture that was utterly sublime. Some of it threaded through her hair, stroking her softly and leaving her locks peppered with pinpoints of dew that cooled against the air. Some of it reached down to her neck and the tender brushings there were like a lover.

Ah… still closing her eyes, Aqua was able for a moment to pretend that the gentle touch to her neck was Terra brushing the back of his finger along her, that those were his fingers through her hair, that the joy she felt as the Heartless cupped and played with her breast were from him. How she craved him…

She slowly settled down into a half-sitting, half-reclining position against a slope of dark cloud, the Cloudy Sunrise still playing about her all the while, and spent a few minutes just luxuriating in the creature’s attention. Finally, a small, almost embarrassed pressure at her lips nudged her out of her reverie.

Opening her eyes, Aqua found that the glowing eyes of the Cloudy Sunrise had manifested at the end of the tendril pushing up against her mouth, and it cooed softly in query.

She smiled sadly. What was she doing? Terra was gone—lost to darkness in a manner far worse than had befallen her, and indulging in these fantasies wouldn’t bring him back. It wasn’t fair to the creature to project her wishes and what-ifs onto it. If she was going to lay with this singularly unique, beautiful monster, it wouldn’t it be best to be honest?

“Alright,” she murmured. “Go ahead.” She opened her mouth invitingly and with a confident, satisfied chirp, the Cloudy Sunrise pushed a tendril of vapor into her mouth. Aqua had taken a lot of monster cocks the past year or so, but nothing had ever prepared her for this. The cloud seeped into her, the misty vapor filling her mouth and tickling the interior; it left a cool pinprick sensation against her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. It was unlike any kiss or oral sex she’d ever experienced. She swirled her tongue experimentally and the mist spiraled about it, dancing of its own accord and squeezing back playfully. She shuddered and as vapor condensed into a thin film of water, she gulped it down. As she did, she noted the taste; fresh and dewy, like springwater, yet with a subtle undernote of almost sweet sensuality.

Her mouth was not the only part of her to receive attention. Though she was still fully clothed, that was no barrier to a being like the Cloudy Sunrise. More of its vapor seeped into her costume, making her gasp and moan as the cool pinprick sensation suddenly played around her breasts, hips, and thighs. Her nipples instantly hardened with arousal, and an ambient, inquisitive coo sounded as the Cloudy Sunrise directed its mist at this new development.

Aqua moaned as her nipples strained against her top, the soaked fabric rubbing against them a stimulation that was almost too much to bear, and then moaned harder as mist gently circled about them. Though her baby had left her, her body had taken its time to forget its maternal role, and inevitably some tender milk began to dribble out. This was collected eagerly by the Cloudy Sunrise, mixing it together to make a new sort of cloud, soft and creamy, the vapor blended with milk.

But nowhere were its attentions more appreciated than down below. Closing her eyes, Aqua hissed out a happy breath as the Heartless directed its focus down to her vagina. She prepared to yield to it, to stretch with the by-now-familiar ache of monster cock, but she had no idea what was in store for her. The delicate cloud ever-so-gently surged into her womanhood without having to spread her even a centimeter wider; the benefits of a gaseous form. Aqua’s eyes widened as for the first time in her life, she was penetrated without having to be spread at all. The gentle cloud inched deeper and deeper, eagerly sliding through her slit and coasting down her tunnel, and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of stretch or burn. Only pleasure; cool, unfamiliar, feathery pleasure as the cloud rubbed against her walls and kissed her clit and stroked her labia and made every part of her outright sing with joy.

To think this was what it felt like—being made love to by mist.

Fully clothed, drenched in the loving vapor of the Cloudy Sunrise and her own sheen of pleasured sweat, the Keyblade Master reclined in the clouds as the gaseous Heartless unfurled itself, caressing and stroking all about her, both outside and in; it cradled her teats and made new clouds from her milk, stroked her blushing cheeks lovingly, probed deep down her throat with a tender touch, and pushed inexorably deeper, deeper, deeper down her womanhood until, inevitably, it met her cervix.

Aqua’s most intimate barrier was nothing before a being of mist and clouds, and it pushed past with happy tenderness, filling her womb with cool, pleasing vapor. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever before experienced; whereas she usually associated sex with a kindling of arousal—and indeed, a warm heat was making its way across her skin—the touch of the Cloudy Sunrise was an interior sort of coolness; not uncomfortable, but definitely unusual. If the usual experience was a burning ember, then this was a fresh, lovely spring, a cold font of pure delight that could not be abated.

And though doubts still plagued the back of her mind, for the moment, Master Aqua was more than willing to surrender herself to this. She had earned it. She deserved it. And she rolled back, awash in bliss, as a thoroughly unusual Heartless gave her the most singularly unique orgasm she’d experienced yet.