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Days passed in the jungle like a happy dream, but eventually what had held true for Aqua’s past offspring held true for the Powerwilds and the Bouncywild. They were growing big and fast, and before long, they were rambunctious, energetic, and increasingly difficult to control. Never malicious, of course, but endlessly mischievous.

Before long the destined day arrived, and Aqua found herself waving her simian children off with a bittersweet smile. She hoped that they would be docile and less prone to attack others, and that their fathers would follow their bargain and seek sustenance and mates rather than hearts.

It was the closest thing to a purpose she had now.

Aqua resumed her ramblings, still sticking to the jungle section of the Realm of Darkness. It was new, and quite different from the withered forests and blasted ruins that she was used to. She wondered what kind of world had been swallowed to craft such a locale. What had happened to its inhabitants? She wasn’t sure if she would ever find out. Probably nothing good. She’d never encountered another human and, in all likelihood, never would.

The Heartless are all I have now, she mused. The realization should have left her feeling hollow, but any feelings of moroseness were subsumed by an insistent throbbing need from her loins.

Well. May as well make use of what you’ve got.

Not, of course, that the Heartless were saints. Far from it. After the monkeys had departed, Aqua found herself once again beset on all sides. The Heartless were more insistent than ever. Was her heart really so enticing to them? Given that they couldn’t speak, she could only guess at their motives.

After a few days of tentatively probing the jungle, Aqua found herself enticed by a familiar yet hard-to-pin scent. It drifted at her from far, far away, deeper within the jungle. It was alluring and sweet. She grappled over hunting it down before finally deciding to go for it. After all, she had nothing but time.

It was a solid half-day’s journey, but she finally arrived at the source. It was an incredible, downright titanic tree—easily the size of a castle turret, if not bigger. Aqua couldn’t help but gawp at the thing’s enormity. Its massive branches seemed covered in a forest’s worth of leaves, and hollows the size of hallways pockmarked its trunk. The scent was definitely emanating from it.

Aqua didn’t have much time to admire it, however. A sound in the brush behind her made her spin, summoning her keyblade and gathering a pearl of magic at the tip. The culprit was a Heartless—one unlike any she’d seen before. The creature was a buzzing insect with transparent wings, a round body, and a striped stinger jutting out of it. It was deceptively large, outsizing either of her breasts. The creature—a Stinging Bee—hovered warily in front of her.

They stood like that for a solid half-minute until Aqua tentatively lowered her keyblade. She wasn’t going to make the first move, and besides—this thing didn’t strike her as terribly powerful. It would be effortless to dispatch it.

The Stinging Bee regarded her cautiously before relaxing and buzzing past her, zipping up the great tree and vanishing in one of the hollows.

A bee… So that’s what the scent was. Honey.

Despite knowing that such things were beneath her—she had no need for normal food in the Realm, after all—Aqua began salivating regardless. It had been so long since she’d had anything truly tasty…

Perhaps against her better judgment, she began scaling the titan tree.

It wasn’t that difficult, especially with her skills as a Keyblade Master. She was easily able to make high jumps and send herself rocketing over gaps with her abilities. The higher she got, the stronger the honeyed scent grew before, finally, she came to an open hollow.

The interior was glistening gold, a massive hive of incredible proportions. Stinging Bees busied themselves to and fro, moving at a brisk pace, and none of them seemed to mind her presence. There were hexagonal honeycombs large enough for her to crawl into, and better yet, the whole complex boasted a veritable wealth of honey.

Forgetting herself, Aqua stepped inside the hive, her eyes wide. Such a mouthwatering treat… to think that she’d find it in the Realm of Darkness! Before she could take more than a few steps, she wrinkled her nose against the stickiness of the hive’s interior. It would be worth it to get at that honey… but was it worth soiling her only clothing? Pondering her options, she decided to strip down, piling her clothes in a bundle outside the hive entrance. There was nobody except some insect Heartless to see her, after all, so no reason to get embarrassed.

Naked, her smooth skin glistening in the golden light of the hive, Aqua carefully picked her way back inside. She grabbed a tentative handful of honey from a wall and gulped it down.

The taste…

It was everything she’d remembered and more. Sweet, dreamy, sticky, delightful. Aqua had always had a weakness for sweets and this honey was everything she never knew she needed. It was simply the best she had ever tasted. Compared to it, all other honey might as well be a poor-quality, derivative work created by a Foreteller with bad luck. Abandoning caution, she grabbed more and more of the succulent treat, delightfully gulping it down.

It was around her fifth or sixth handful when she felt the touch of the bees against her leg. Glancing down, she saw a Stinging Bee curiously examining her, sniffing at her exposed shin. Others were gathering. They didn’t seem hostile, however, and Aqua was content to let them explore her if it meant she got more honey.

Resuming her feast, Aqua pushed their attentions to the background, though she occasionally giggled at the tickling touch of the creatures on her limbs or her back. One alighted on her shoulder and buzzed at her ear, and another busied itself inspecting her sex. It was surprisingly gentle in its investigations, and Aqua couldn’t help but laugh as a low murmur of pure arousal began to wend its way through her core.

More of the Stinging Bees hovered in front of her breasts, and Aqua gasped as little mouths found her nipples. The bees sucked at them, until—

“Ahhhhhhh,” Aqua sighed, her voice long and luxuriant. The milk started to flow, and the bees sucked it up. “That’s right,” she purred, feeling her cheeks burn with delight. “It’s not quite nectar, but it’s delectable nonetheless.” She continued gulping down the bees’ honey as they drank from her in turn, their little mouths tugging insistently at her teats. The milk was flowing at quite the decent rate, now.

Maternal pride blossomed within her, and Aqua couldn’t help but smile. These bees weren’t even her offspring and yet she reveled in the sensation of providing for and nourishing them. Her body had gotten more than used to its new role as a monster breeding machine, and was rewarding her with low gusts of delight that galloped through her system.

After a few minutes her tummy felt delightedly full of honey, and she stepped back. The bees followed, jockeying for a position to drink from her. As she settled back, another one of the insectoid Heartless came up to her face level. Despite how intimidating it should have been to see an oversized bee (with a stinger to match) just a few inches from her face, Aqua felt relaxed—and not because she knew she could handle these creatures and many more. No, at this point it was apparent the Stinging Bees didn’t mean her any harm.

After inspecting her face for a few minutes, the creature dipped down to nose at her cunt. Aqua blushed and cooed from the low thrum the attention bestowed on her, but soon enough the creature returned—and this time, it did more than just hover.

Without warning, the Heartless laced the air with a new scent. The smell was impossible to pin down—it was floral yet heady, succulently sweet and yet somewhat laced with a metallic tinge. It tickled at her nostrils like a spice. The new smell brought a surreal sensation—Aqua’s legs felt like jelly even as they simultaneously began to burn with lustful fire. Her whole body pulsed with sudden arousal, and her pussy (unsurprisingly) had it the worst.

Pheromones. There could be no other explanation. Aqua quickly found herself panting, her heartbeat racing. Her body was kicking into overdrive. The Stinging Bees—dozens strong, now—were hovering in the air surrounding her, bobbing this way and that with curiosity.

Of course, pheromones or no, Aqua still had control over her faculties. They weren’t dominating her, only taking her naturally-occurring arousal and dialing it up. Aqua could easily have summoned her keyblade and slashed her way through the whole hive.

But really, she thought, these Heartless don’t seem predatory at all—and if they want to use my pussy, then that’s still Heartless who don’t need to be talked out of stealing hearts. “Alright,” she panted, not really caring if they understood or not, “alright, whatever you want… sign me up. Just hurry up and fuck me already, this desire is burning me alive!”

The bees buzzed excitedly and maneuvered her to a hive wall. At their guidance, Aqua spread her limbs out, and the bees hoisted her up, carefully sculpting wax around her arms and legs. Before long, Aqua was affixed to the hive—her arms glued to the wall with wax that reached above her elbows, and her legs similarly coated to just below the knees.

Of course, they left her mouth, tits, and pussy completely uncovered.

As the bees’ excitement grew more of the invigorating pheromone filled the air, and Aqua found herself wriggling back and forth despite her captivity, biting her lower lip. In spite of her activity, a few bees managed to nudge their compatriots out of the way and affix themselves to her breasts, once more happily sucking away.

“C’monnn,” Aqua managed to get out. Her heart was racing so fast that she could feel it in her cheeks. “You did this to me; hurry up and sate me already!”

She didn’t have long to wait. The swarm parted, revealing another Stinging Bee. This one was bigger than the others, and it moved more slowly, almost laborious in its activity. Its stinger looked different, too.

Aqua watched in wide-eyed anticipation as the odd-looking stinger positioned itself with her already-waiting pussy. There was no surprise as to what came next. The creature was surprisingly tender, slowly pushing in. Aqua rocked her head back, letting loose a low burr of satisfaction: “Nnnnnnnn, that’s—divine,” she muttered. No matter how many times she took monster cock, the first slip of a new dick was always something to treasure.

The insect’s dick (stinger? she wasn’t sure and honestly didn’t care) moved slowly but without pause, sinking deeper and deeper into her. It was spectacularly thin and tapered at the end, far thinner than even a human’s cock, but it broadened the further up it went. Near the base, it was only a mite smaller than the Dark Hide’s.

It pushed and pushed and pushed and Aqua wriggled around it all the while, keeling out a series of high-pitched, appreciative moans the further in it got. This sensation would have been divine in any scenario, but the omnipresent pheromones the Heartless were blessing her with brought everything to an entirely new plane, a fabulous realm of pure bliss. Before long Aqua was content to sink into semi-consciousness, exerting no effort as the larger bee pushed into her and the smaller ones fought over the right to lap her sweet milk.

Indeed, so lost was she, at first she didn’t realize when it made its way past her cervix.

The intrusion registered as a little note amidst the sensations, and Aqua’s eyes fluttered open when it didn’t leave. “H-hhuh?” she mumbled, dazed from a mix of pheromones and pure pleasure. The insect’s dick was pulsing in her pussy—contracting in and out and in again. What was it—?

The dick contracted severely, and when it ceased, Aqua gasped out loud. Whatever it was doing, it had managed to squeeze something into her womb.

As the newcomer settled in, it didn’t take long for her to figure out what it was. An egg. Of course—this creature was a bug, after all. This wasn’t a cock at all. It was an ovipositor.

She was being made into their incubator. A vessel for their offspring.

Not too long ago the image would have been unthinkable. But now? With several monstrous offspring already roaming the darkness, and with every molecule in her body dancing with delight to the beat set by the swarm’s pheromones? Aqua couldn’t be more ready.

“More,” she breathed. “More, more, please, fill me, I’m ready to mother again, I need it!”

Whether the Heartless could understand or not, it complied.

More contractions followed, the in-and-out motion making her head rock as it tickled G-spots she hadn’t known existed. Each contraction was coupled with an egg squeezed inside. They were small, quite small—not even the size of a golf ball. Her Wyvern eggs had been far more trying.

To her dismay, the egg-layer stopped almost as soon as it started, pulling out with a wet shlick after laying a scant half-dozen eggs. Given how small they were, her tummy didn’t even stretch to see.

But Aqua’s disappointment didn’t last long. The Keyblade Master’s eyes widened as the swarm parted and she saw more ovipositor-equipped bees, each of them large and slow like the last.

There had to be at least a dozen.

She had thought herself prepared for anything—but the slow, inexorable onslaught of the hive was something new entirely. They came at her methodically, each waiting its proper turn. Without fail, the action was the same. They approached her, slowly drove in the ovipositor, then, once they had access to her womb, the pulsing contractions came—and in squeezed the eggs.

When the second bee pulled out, it fluttered up to her face and rewarded her with a direct spray of pheromones.

Galaxies were less spectacular. Aqua had reached such an apex of bliss that she didn’t—no, couldn’t—even cry out. She slumped there, affixed to the hive, trembling slightly under the sheer sensation. When the third bee entered her, she tried to sob with delight and couldn’t even muster the energy for that. She sat there, a willing captive affixed to their hive, silently basking in wonder as they slowly filled her with brood.

Three bees, now. Her tummy was just starting to bulge. Insistent mouths at her teats—she fed them willingly. Five bees. Her belly was noticeably paunched. The pheromones were all she had ever needed. Seven bees. She looked partway along. Her pussy ached to be filled whenever the ovipositors vacated it.

Ten bees. She looked properly pregnant, now. She’d lost sight of how many times she’d come. Twelve bees. The entire world seemed to crest on a wave of satisfaction. Her belly was taut.

Fourteen…

As the last of the laden bees deposited itself into her, Aqua’s belly brimmed with pliant, gel-like eggs. In the space of about an hour, they had taken her trim form and reshaped it into one better suited for incubating. She was a swollen, big-bellied surrogate, still reeling with the shock and marvel of the laying, affixed securely to their wall.

Her mind was woozy. As the bees drifted away, a few workers remaining to tend to her, Aqua herself felt as if she ought to dive into slumber.

Resting back, glorying in the tautness of her belly stretched over her clutch, the hive’s new broodmother let herself drift into quiet bliss.

There was more to come. She was sure of it.