Control Yourself
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
As always when it comes to this fic, good things come in pairs! There's definitely no way Aqua found herself pregnant with monster babies, no sirree~
Aqua spent several more hours in that lonely plaza where she’d ambushed, fought alongside, and then been puppeteered by the Possessor. Her body was starred with sweat and other juices and fluids, and she was flushed with desire. After she finally had her fill, she rose shakily, using a water spell to energize the nearby fountain and rinse both herself and her clothing clean. A combination of low-level fire and aero spells sufficed to dry her, and as she put her top back on, she figured that what had just happened might have been the absolute craziest experience she’d had in the Realm of Darkness yet.
Images flashed in her mind—holding the Dark Hide with chains as she rode its cock, watching living clouds play with her breastmilk, staggering along with a belly full of baby rock monsters, affixed to the wall of a hive and mindlessly incubating insect eggs—and she reflected that ‘craziest experience yet’ was an insanely high bar to clear.
Inner Aqua grumbled incoherently in protest.
The following day she stalked her way through the Realm of Darkness, Keyblade at the ready. There were nearby Heartless surrounding her; she could see their glowing yellow eyes piercing the darkness as they tracked every movement. Magic thrummed in her as she readied to unleash it. She could feel the aggression and predatory nature of these creatures radiating off of them in waves. Yet not a single one moved to pursue her. What was happening? While it was true that she was likely more powerful than them, that had never stopped Heartless aggression before. And they didn’t seem to have the curious or timid natures, inflected with nonaggression, that she looked for in prospective mates, either.
Had she just mated with a Heartless, the answer would have been obvious—she had long observed that they left her alone while she was carrying monster babies. But she hadn’t really had sex with the Possessor so much as it had impelled her to have sex with herself. She shook her head. It really was a mystery.
But the thought wouldn’t go away as the days crawled on. She found herself growing tired and weary. Her head ached ever-so-slightly. Her breasts twinged and seemed a bit tighter against her shirt than usual. She woke with bloat and an ever-so-slight sensation of pressure in her tummy.
One morning she frowned down at her tummy, rubbing a finger along it. She had been pregnant enough times in the past year or so to be familiar with the sensation, and she would have sworn that was what was happening now. But it couldn’t have been, right? The Possessor had never really had an opportunity to do so. Sure, it had gone ‘inside’ her, but in a far different way than was usually meant by such a thing!
She pressed experimentally against her stomach and was floored when something within pushed almost shyly back.
The Keyblade Master stared, flummoxed, down at her own modestly pregnant stomach. “No fucking way!” she shouted after nearly a minute of stunned silence. “Did I knock up myself?!”
She was well past the point of agonizing over bearing monster babies, despite her inner self’s continued grumblings and metaphorical arm-crossings. When did I ever become such a prude? Aqua thought, cupping her chest idly as she relaxed. Her breasts ached sweetly and were swelling with milk. Two small dark dots had showed up on her top the other day, so she’d elected to go without until after the birth. Whatever these hangups are, I’ve got to work through them. Her inner self grumbled. She wouldn’t be beaten down so easily.
But then, Aqua had more to occupy herself than just her own inner turmoil. How had the Possessor managed to impregnate her? If it was kin to the Cloudy Sunrises, then it wasn’t infeasible. By this point it was folly to dismiss a living puff of vapor as something that could potentially fill her with children. Yet the Cloudy Sunrises, despite their unique forms, had ultimately had more-or-less usual sex with her—take an appendage, plunder her womanhood, leave some juice in there, and voila—cue one baby!
Yet the Possessor had, well, possessed her. The only thing that had entered her vagina were her own fingers under its direction. How? How had it done it? Eventually, Aqua had only theories with no answers. The only real way to test them would be to fuck one again and, well, she wasn’t quite sure she was ready for that again.
One morning, when she was decently along in her pregnancy, she leaned in the hollow of a fallen log. She’d wandered to a gloomy forest, the leaves and bark and flowers of all the surrounding flora shades of muted purple. By now, her tummy was nice and round. It was bigger than it had been for the Cloudy Sunrise, being more akin to a modest human pregnancy, though it was nearly as light. As she stroked it, feeling the light tremor of the baby monster stirring within, Aqua reflected.
The Possessor… was she really okay bearing its children? It wasn’t as though she had a choice in the matter, but still. She didn’t think the creature had really realized the implications of what it was doing, but she still hadn’t really intended to invite it to hijack her body—let alone to bear its offspring—when she’d offered that hand.
As if sensing her disquiet, the infant inside of her pushed out against her touch, and Aqua smiled down at her belly. “Well, your father doesn’t get along with the other, more belligerent Heartless,” she said. “And better that Heartless be exploratory towards humans than aggressive.” She stroked her stomach again. “It wasn’t how I expected, but I think your sire is the sort of Heartless I’d like breeding with regardless.” A tremulous feeling of contentment came from her stomach, and Aqua sighed happily. The maternal sensation… she was glad she had it to ride out. It made her wanderings through the Realm rewarding.
The day after, the first of the incidents with her new child began to occur. As Aqua was walking through the Realm, cradling her stomach with one hand, she felt a staccato burst of movement before a strange feeling emanated from it. It was a thrumming sort of sensation, almost like a chime had been struck in the center of her belly. The chiming sensation moved to the blue scarf that she girded her black shorts with. The blue cloth began dancing and fluttering all on its own. Aqua stopped and stared down at it wide-eyed and the cloth stopped, the scarf fluttering down to her legs.
“What was—was that you?” she asked, rubbing her hand over her smooth skin in query. Perhaps she was imagining it, but it was almost as if she could feel an embarrassed pulse from inside. “I’m not mad, I just—huh.” More confused than anything, she wandered over to rest against a tree. While she was resting against the bark, she felt that same chime-like sensation subtly reaching out of her, making the grass bend this way and that and causing some of the tree bark to peel and unpeel itself.
“My word,” Aqua murmured as her offspring made the world around her dance, “you are quite the little rascal.”
More days passed and as her belly settled and her breasts slowly blossomed with more and more milk, the baby Heartless inside of her kept exerting pressure on the world juuuuust beyond her. Its reach didn’t extend more than half a meter outside her body, but it was still enough to make blades of gras ripple or have stone rumble, to say nothing of how it seemed to never tire of making her scarves undulate in a non-existent wind.
Eventually the day came and this birth was just as easy as the last one had been. Aqua barely even had to strain, the black vapor came out so easily. Smiling, she watched it congeal into a bud of dark cloud about the third of the size of its sire. It blinked a few times, rumbled excitedly, and then zoomed off to immediately possess a nearby bush.
As the growth’s branches darkened and its leaves began to wriggle, she smiled and leaned back her head. Yes… though this was a curious encounter, she was more than satisfied with how it’d turned out.