Deerly Beloved
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
Part 2 to our wintery adventure ^^
The changes started almost the next morning. She woke feeling strangely full, weighty almost, with a curious presence down in her lower belly. The old Aqua probably would have been confused at it, or uncertain as to what it really meant. But at this stage, she had absolutely no doubts. She had been pregnant with monster babies enough times to know the sensation by now.
Thinking of how her offspring’s father had worn a crown of icy antlers atop its head, Aqua decided it was for the best to stick around the snowy mountain in order to bear the Heartless in an area which it would be suitable for. She spent a few days traipsing across the mountain, trying to find a good spot to bunker down in, before settling for a deep crevasse in the side of the mountain that was crowned with tight-packed snow. The interior was safe and easily defensible, and the close walls kept heat in.
She was only glad it hadn’t taken a long time for her to find the location. The weight in her belly had grown faster and faster by the day, and though she wasn’t even a week out from being bred by the Winterhorn, she was already beginning to show, her belly a modest but noticeable curve that dimpled cutely when she poked at it.
The movement started not long after.
It was a few days after finding the crevasse that Aqua woke with a gasp in the middle of the night. There was a definite sense of something inside of her, something excited and energetic. She stroked her rounding belly with wonder, only to gasp again as the movement picked up, a tiny bump visible for a second or two on the roof of her belly.
She felt herself blush. The sensation of her baby moving around inside of her… it was stirring up feelings she never thought she could have.
Later that evening, amidst a flurry of activity inside her womb, Aqua found herself stripped naked and splayed out, moaning. One hand was dipped down into her snatch, fingers plumbing in and out of it at a drummer’s pace, her thumb pressing and swirling delicately on her tender clit. Her other hand alternated between cupping and kneading her tender breasts and cradling her swollen tummy and the activity within. The sensations of it all—her fingers in her cunt and on her clit, the sweet tenderness of her beasts and the gliding touch of her fingers along the globe of her belly—mingled with the indefinable sensation of the Heartless baby turning over and over again inside of her womb.
She came, arching her back, her thumb swirling madly on her clit, as a particularly madcap flood of movement unfurled from within her womb.
“Fuck,” she whispered in the aftermath, her voice echoed and amplified by the cavernous walls of the crevasse. “Fuck, I… I love being a mother…”
Her inner self had watched it all unfold humorlessly. Inner Aqua had worked so long to avoid facing the reality of what she was doing; she had been raised to be proper and forthright, not to throw herself at beasts and spread her legs for them. In the aftermath of the Werewolf pups and the Wicked Spider laying her eggs inside of her, Aqua’s innermost thoughts had come around. Finally accepting there was no way out of the Realm, they had grudgingly come to accept her plan to change the Heartless from within by breeding as many gentle and kind ones as possible. It was degenerate, but it was for the greater good, and so her inner self had been forced to acquiesce. But this? It was one thing to have one’s belly swell with nonhuman life, if one was doing it for a noble cause—but there was nothing noble about what was unfolding. Touching yourself, plumbing your own depths, moaning desperately at the sensation of the monstrous offspring inside of you? That was carnal, not noble, and her inner self could do nothing other than disapprove.
Not that it mattered much, in the end. Aqua was who she was, and though her intentions in breeding the Heartless were good, there was no reason for her not to enjoy it as she went along.
The days passed into weeks and the crevasse became like a second home as she ripened like a winter berry. She had no need for food, her heart being enough to sustain her; instead, she watched her belly grow with wonder.
There were fawns inside of her, she knew that for a fact. Yes, fawns, plural. She had realized it one night when she had stayed up, blushing and panting from the sensation of movement inside of her—and then the first movement was matched by another, and then another.
Her eyes had widened with wonder.
Three then, at least. Could there be more? The Winterhorn hadn’t been that large and she suspected its children would be smaller still, but even fawns added up fast.
By the time she was two weeks out, it was almost impossible for her to sleep. At least one of the baby deer were active at any given moment, pushing and turning and churning down inside of her. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, goosebumps racing down her skin and making her keen at even the slightest touch. Her breasts were full and tender and dribbled milk from time to time; on occasion, Aqua cupped them, letting a tiny trickle of milk bead down on her fingers.
She didn’t know what pressed her to make the journey outside of the crevasse. Perhaps she just wanted to see something more than close stone walls. Whatever the reason, Aqua found herself standing, breath heaving from the weight. Her belly was huge, easily looking like she was overdue with twins, small bumps of movement showing where her fawns were active inside. One arm cradling her massiveness, the other bracing herself against the stony wall, she made for the entrance, ready to summon her Keyblade at a moment’s notice. But when she stepped outside her makeshift home, there were no other Heartless around. The mountainside was somber and quiet, with soft powdery snow dropping down from a sky that was so purple it nearly looked black. Wistful lights shone in the sky above, little more than the ghosts of stars, and the whole scene was… strangely beautiful.
Rubbing her belly idly, sometimes jumping when one of her fawns kicked, Aqua thought to herself: Beautiful? The Realm of Darkness?
Yes. There were parts that were barren, parts that were frightening or desolate, but there was also a quiet, even noble sort of beauty to be found there as well. In places like the great tree where the kind bees had made their hive, or the lonely ruins where she had found the friendly Gargoyle; and here, on this mountain powdered with what looked like sapphire dust, Aqua was forced to admit that even this place, the Realm of Darkness, couldn’t be all bad.
And if it wasn’t unilaterally bad, couldn’t the same be said of its inhabitants?
She thought back to the affection and kindness shown to her by the offspring of the Dark Hide, the way the hive had watched and nurtured her, the Wicked Spider mourning its lost clutch of eggs, and she thought to herself that if parts of the Realm were lovely, so too had she come to realize that some of the Heartless here weren’t bad either.
Yes, she didn’t mind. Turning and waddling back inside, she found her heart soaring.
She gave birth two days later.
The process was long and strenuous. Her babies weren’t the biggest she’d ever had, but they were still large, and there were a lot of them. Aqua found a smooth cup of stone in the crevasse wall, leaning back against it, rolling her head back and gritting her teeth as tears beaded into her eyes. She squeezed and squeezed and the first of her fawns was pushed out to taste life for the very first time.
Her eyes tremulous and fluttering, half-conscious, Aqua saw the little creature rise on shaky, tottering legs. As she felt another fawn sink low into her birth canal, she grunted and bore down, forcing her body to deliver it. As she did so, the firstborn wobbled its way over to her—and then it pressed its ebony-furred muzzle against her tit and began to drink.
Tears burst from Aqua then, tears that had nothing to do with the strain of childbirth. “My fawn,” she cooed, her voice ragged and raw from the strain of birthing. “My little fawn… you’re so lovely…”
She reached out to caress her baby and it leaned against her, snuffling, sucking down milk all the while.
As she leaned back, weeping with joy and appreciation, Aqua felt the next of her fawns start to breach. She was going to have a whole herd to take care of, soon.
She looked forward to it.