Cloudy with a Chance of Breeding
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
I hope you enjoy this silly and indulgent piece~
How long did she spend there, splayed against the dark clouds, a twisted, eerie, beautiful parody of a stately city surrounding her? How long did she spend, cheeks awash with lust, the incredible blend of coolness and heat encompassing her as she yielded herself to the touch of the misty Heartless? Master Aqua couldn’t say, but even she was not prepared for what happened next.
The Heartless had put its vaporous form to good use, seeping through her clothes to stroke at her skin directly, occupying her throat and cunt and probing even into her womb. After a few long moments of impeccable bliss, the creature went even further. The Cloudy Sunrise cooed readily and then even more of it seeped into Aqua, and though her vagina and tunnel were not stretched, she felt her womb began to fill.
Vapor slowly occupied her womb, and the slow and unyielding stretch sent rolling aches through her body. Her eyelids fluttered and she gripped the dark clouds underneath her, their form both firm and pliable. She felt her stomach began to stretch out, straining against her top, the feeling both pleasurable and somewhat distracting, almost like bloat. The pressure came slowly, gently; to avoid hurting her, she thought. And though the tendrils of mist kept up their usual attentions—her mouth and her breasts and her limbs, all with gentle pressure—another tendril emerged to stroke lovingly at her tummy.
From her reclining position against the slope of cloudy, Aqua watched through half-lidded eyes as her stomach visibly began to swell, even underneath her top. Oh, it was not the usual growth she was used to; when she’d been on the receiving end of an ovipositor, she’d ripened out like a berry, growing from a stately specimen of tall, confident womanhood to a round and laborious mother-to-be. This was a more subtle growth. Her tummy went from being flat to boasting a cutely modest curve, something that could have just as easily been mistaken for the aftermath of an indulgent dinner as a pregnancy; unlike her usual experiences with bearing Heartless offspring, her top had no issue containing her growth, barely even needing to stretch as her growing tummy pushed against it.
With an eager coo, the Cloudy Sunrise planted more of itself in her, and she grew further still; but then the creature stopped, seemingly satisfied, and Aqua was left with a tummy scarcely the size that a normal woman might boast near the end of her first trimester.
She felt an almost tangible sense of disappointment, and her inner self—the voice of propriety and righteousness that had cautioned against breeding the Heartless to begin with and which still insisted that her new course in life was only acceptable due to the potential for long-term change in their species—threw up its proverbial hands, pointing out bitterly that it showed just how depraved her path had become that being softly impregnated by a monster was downright pedestrian to her now.
Aqua ignored that inner voice, of course, and it grumbled its way into silence. After all, if it wasn’t the Cloudy Sunrise, she would have inevitably found some other creature to fuck.
The Cloudy Sunrise, seemingly satisfied by planting some of itself inside its new paramour, engaged in its best approximation of aftercare, stroking tenderly at her and lavishing her with attention. It swept gently through her hair and stroked her chin. Eventually, though, the creature retreated, the vapor drawing away from her in small streams to coalesce into the floating ball of cloud once more. The golden eyes sprang to life again as the Heartless’s accoutrements—flowers and mountain and ball of light—all sprouted from the top. It cooed once, chirped, swept low to nuzzle against her, and then bobbed away. Smiling to herself, Aqua leaned back happily, still stroking her modest roundness.
She rose an hour or so later, expecting to have to deal with a new weight; to her surprise there was almost no change, and the overcompensation nearly sent her toppling. She blushed, thanking that no one was around to see such foolishness from a Keyblade Master. She supposed it wasn’t that surprising that a cloud would have almost no weight to it…
Curiously, she stroked her tummy for a moment and then gently pressed into it. Though she was not going hard at all, her stomach dimpled in greatly; she felt the cloud within morph about the pressure, resuming its normal shape the moment she let up. As she drew her hand back, she gasped in shock before blushing; the mist within swirled and pressed back almost playfully. What was that inside of her? A piece of the Cloudy Sunrise? Its offspring? Both? She shook her head. What was she, a scientist? A cataloguer? Though some Keyblade Masters had taken such routes, she was a fighter first and foremost. Let others busy themselves pondering such things.
As she wandered away, a thought came unbidden to her, and she blushed: She might, however, be considered an expert on monster cock…
Her inner self all but gagged, but Aqua just blushed deeper.
She decided to make use of the fact that her current pregnancy did not weigh her down nearly as much as usual. Keyblade in hand, she began exploring the cloudy city. She wandered for days—or what her inner clock told her passed for days in the Realm of Darkness—strolling through cloudy halls, climbing up crumbling staircases, echoing through stormy citadels. Whatever this place was, it had been grand once, but it was long since crumbled to ruin. Even the Heartless seemed to avoid it. There were more of the type that had mated with her earlier, poking their bright eyes from behind columns and following her from a distance. As a whole species, they seemed largely unaggressive. Perhaps that was why she had not seen them anywhere except here, where other Heartless seemed loath to tread… they’d been predated or driven out of the rest of the Realm.
She stroked her belly, feeling the monster within stir and push back happily. Well. If she had anything to say about it, their numbers would grow.
It was concern that her offspring would be attacked or torn about by other Heartless species that drove Aqua to stay within the dark cloudy city even after she’d long realized that it had nothing more to offer her. Most of the creatures she’d borne—the Dark Hide and the Stealth Sneaks, the Stinging Bees and the Wyverns—seemed capable of handling themselves against their peers, but these wispy things were beyond timid. Better to let the Cloudy Sunrise remain here, under the care of its kind, rather than risk it being destroyed as soon as they separated.
Her pregnancy progressed well and her tummy still grew, though not nearly to the sizes she was used to. After a week, she was about the size of a normal pregnancy’s second trimester, the creature within acting up constantly; she delighted in the sensation of its wispy body tumbling over itself and squirming within, the movements occasionally visible on the round surface of her belly.
“How very sweet of you,” she teased, resting one arm casually on another Cloudy Sunrise. As the days had gone on, the other Heartless had come to realize that she meant them no harm, and they now spent their time crowding around her, cooing and chirping and nuzzling against her. Their touch was cool and calming, just as the first had been, and the brightness of their hues played well against the stormy purple-grey of the cloud city.
More to pass the time than anything, Aqua had experimented with the purple cloud. It was firm when she walked on it, like stone, yet also supple enough to lull her into sleep, like a mattress. It sometimes behaved like cloud when she wanted it to, part of it scooping away at her touch to drift, mist-like, along her fingers, but otherwise seemed entirely solid. What was it? What had made it? She resolved that if she ever returned to the Realm of Light, she would have to return to Olympus and properly visit the city of the gods to compare.
(It wasn’t until later that she realized what she had told herself. Not ‘when’ she returned—if. The thought filled her with wistful sadness. It was seeming increasingly likely that this—mindlessly breeding kind monsters and fighting off the rest—was all that remained for the rest of her days.
She tried not to feel too bitter about it.)
Of course, that wasn’t the only way she passed the time. None of her new cloudy friends seemed quite as forward as the one that had initially greeted her on this venture to the Realm, but it didn’t take much cajoling to convince them to lavish her with their attentions. Aqua sometimes spent whole days reclining in the comfort of the dark clouds, the Heartless coiling about her, massaging her breasts and caressing her back and touching her clit with delectable softness. They all stayed away from entering her; they seemed to not want to interfere with the one she was nurturing. That was fine. She was more than capable of attending to herself. And if her inner self still insisted that this had nothing to do with their goal of breeding goodness into the Heartless and was nothing but lustful indulgence, Aqua had grown highly accustomed to shooing out those concerns.
Finally, about a week and a half after her first encounter, her tummy still modest enough that her top had no trouble fitting, it was time.
It proved to be the easiest birth of her life. Aqua leaned back with a readying sigh as she felt a quiet bite down below, her cervix loosening and her water breaking. She readied herself to push—but she needn’t have bothered. As soon as the path was free, the Heartless incubating inside of her flowed out, the movement smooth and clear like a stream, and Aqua opened her eyes and gasped wordlessly as a trickle of pale vapor emerged from between her legs.
The other Heartless buzzing excitedly around her, Aqua scarcely had to do any work at all. The Cloudy Sunrise emerged all on its own, and about three minutes after she’d first laid back, her tummy was flat once more, her body all awash with maternal bliss and pride as the vapor condensed into a small, bright blob around half the size of its cohorts. Two yellow eyes flickered to life and a tiny faux sunburst spotted to life above its head, and Aqua’s new baby turned over in the air and cooed happily.
She lifted herself on her lower arms, smiling happily. “You’re finally here!” she said. “Little one!”
The Cloudy Sunrise cooed again and then it rushed her, nuzzling happily against its mother’s chest. Aqua held it close, laughing with joy, and the other Heartless mobbed them as well, burying Aqua in a pillowy pile of cloudy creatures. She just couldn’t stop grinning. Even her inner self seemed to be joyful, if only grudgingly.
Finally, as her new baby teased her chest, Aqua shooed away the other Heartless and peeled off her top. Her teats were sore and engorged, the nipples dark, and one of them was starting to modestly leak milk.
But the Cloudy Sunrise didn’t nurse—at least, not in the normal sense. As its sire had done, it somehow coaxed milk out of her only to play with the liquid, splashing it about inside of itself, sending it jetting through the air only to call it back, and finally forming it into a tiny knob of new, off-color cloud. Aqua was left wondering just how exactly she was going to relieve the pressure from her breasts; already she could feel the ache as her body yearned to nurse. She needn’t have bothered. The other Heartless, inspired by the actions of the little one, crowded in again, and Aqua gasped as they all began ‘drinking’ from her. Before long the dark citadel was filled with cloudy little Heartless, eagerly playing with milk, volleying it back and forth with one another like a game or beading it together to add to their own bodies. Aqua leaned back joyously. It was an unusual situation… but since the alternative would be to laboriously milk herself with her magic, it was one she was happy to accept.
The act of raising the offspring went far different than normal. Typically, it was a solitary affair with Aqua herself safeguarding the creatures, protecting them while also familiarizing them with human contact and hoping to nurture and nourish some sense of decency and morality in them. This was more a communal affair as the rest of the Cloudy Sunrises kept about, and Aqua herself took a back seat. She didn’t mind. The whole species seemed to already be the ideal sorts of Heartless to interact with humans, and truth be told it reminded her of the offspring she’d incubated for the bees; she’d spent some weeks as a grub-making machine, never having a hand in how the hive had raised them, just affixed to the wall and endlessly bred again and again and again.
The memory abruptly made her blush and sent a tremor of want down beneath her loins. Oh, she had greatly enjoyed that particular step of her journey.
After a few days her breasts began to dial back their milk production and she could see her child was growing rapidly. Deciding that she’d done all she could for the Cloudy Sunrises, she bid them farewell, nuzzled her baby one last time, and made to leave the land of dark clouds.
They’d followed her, cooing and chirping questioningly, and as she’d approached the boundary, one or two of them had rushed her, seemingly asking her to stay.
Aqua thought about it. It was tempting… but ultimately, she had a job to do.
“You can accompany me,” she said apologetically, “but I have to go. I’m sorry.” She turned and crossed the threshold back into the main part of the Realm and the Cloudy Sunrises shrank back fearfully, cooing and chirping at her until the sound was swallowed by the dark.
She felt the air change. Danger was about. She was no longer living the lackadaisical life she had before. Wordlessly, Aqua summoned her Keyblade. Let whatever creature who wished to strike her down try itself against her. She would shorten those ambitions posthaste.
But even as she steeled herself, a part of her heart yearned. Perhaps… perhaps she might come back and visit the cloudlands someday. Bid hello to those meek creatures.
Yes, Aqua thought. Perhaps I might do just that.