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A warm breeze calmly passed through the deck of their ship. The Grandcypher had docked on a smaller island, handling some smaller time work in between other bigger jobs and adventures. Some of the Crew could be seen mingling on the deck, enjoying the calm summer wind as it gently flowed through the azure skies. It was a simple pleasure, to enjoy the world’s pleasant weather. Tranquil. Peaceful. Undisturbed.

…

“CAAAAAPPPTTAAAAAAAIIIIIIINNN!!!!!!!!!”

Unfortunately, here comes the 3rd member of the Eternals, a regular passenger, and member of the Grandcypher’s crew. With a fire in her eyes and a quake in her step, she rushes up the gangplank, thundering onto the deck. The members aboard the deck turn to see their compatriot return, huffing and puffing, clearly in a hurry yet still somehow filled with boundless energy.

Threo was just a little taller than the average female draph, but still shorter than most women on the ship. Tall horns decorated with metal coverings and glowing faintly purple jutted out proudly from her wild mane. A mix of light brown and tea-green, it was large enough to reach down to her legs despite being full enough to appear as large as her body. Bright red eyes shone with excitement, scanning the ship, and noticed that her lover Gran was not to be seen.

“HEEEYY CAAAAPTAAAIIINN!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?” she calls, and bounds towards the captain’s quarters.
Thankfully, the crew above deck was mostly composed of women, though most were already used to the display before them.

Threo could only be described as some modern fertility goddess incarnate.

Enormous mounds jutted out and hung from her chest. Thankfully, they were covered as modestly as her brigandine could allow, but the massive melons, bordering on beach balls, were nearly more difficult to contain than their bearer was. They shook violently with her steps, slapping against her upper thighs with their size, each appearing full enough to completely dwarf her torso with titfat two times over. Fortunately, her chest was counterbalanced by an equally obscene lower body, bouncing and wobbling in time with her heavy footfalls. The gargantuan globes of muscle and fat still appear mostly spherical, with plush thighs that slowly thin out as they lower until it meets her smaller feet. Her dump truck ass used to at least be somewhat covered by her cloak and hair, but after her most recent spars with her fellow eternals, she had shed the garment. Now her glutes had nothing to hide behind as she sprinted across the Grandcypher in a big ball of hair, boob, butt, and spirit.

Eventually, she made it to the Captain’s quarters, where her beloved Gran and Lyria sat on the bed, with the Captain rubbing the girl’s shoulders. After all, her own shoulder boulders were even larger than Threo’s, going all the way down to the girl in blue’s knees. Her ass was also really large on her small frame, but only almost as large as her chest. Her shoulder massage came interrupted, however, when Threo suddenly busted into the room, nearly ripping the door from its hinges. Almost as soon as she entered, Threo made eye contact with Gran.

“Capt-aaAAAAHHH-!”

The foot she stamped in an attempt to stop her momentum was, unfortunately, a little too strong for the floorboards of the interior. Before anyone could process what happened, she fell through a hole she punched into the floor right in a plank’s weak spot. Most would have fallen through the hole she made, but the support beams below the planks are just narrow enough for her to get stuck between them. She was squeezed in the crevice with only her tits, ass, and head sticking out.

With a sigh, Gran motions Lyria towards the closet. She looks behind his outfits hanging, and gets a large flat set of planks as Gran helps Threo out of the hole. Once he manages to get her excessive assets out and safe, Lyria layed out the wood to cover the floor. Because this ship is on the older side, it wasn’t quite built to handle the Hypers that the Grandcypher seemed to have in abundance amongst its crew. Large patches of wood are in most utility closets, and with Lyria and Threo being frequent visitors of their Captain, Gran needs to always have a few on-hand. Once she brushes the sawdust off of her chest and legs, Gran looks at the two in front of them.

“Are you alright?” Gran asked as his girlfriend came to her senses again.

Threo perks up again, right as rain, “Oh, right! I need you to give me some babies!”

…

Gran and Lyria are immediately flustered by her sudden demand. “Eeehhh? Waitwaitwait, what are you talking about, Threo?” Lyria said, face gone crimson with an adorable blush.

“Yeah, babies! Kids! Cubs! Cmon Gran, let's do this!”

“Woah, calm down!” Gran interjected.

“Y-yeah, why do you want to have kids now anyway?” Lyria’s head was tilted slightly, hand over her shocked expression.

“Well… Y’know how after you beat me, I was looking for ways to get stronger? To be the strongest?”

The pair nod.

“So I was going around, and I saw the village where we were docked nearby. I didn’t think much of it until I had to help find someone’s cub. But she found him in the end! I asked her how she managed to find him, and she said that ‘There is nothing stronger than a Mother’s Love!’ So I thought-”

“W-wait! Something like that is just a saying-” Lyria interjected, only to be interrupted herself by Threo.

“I know, I know! I’m not stupid! Anyway, I asked her what exactly it was like being a mom, and she let me babysit her cubs for the day! And her kids were just SO fun to be around, and they were so cute, and really polite! Then I got that feeling I get when I’m around you two, where I wanna get stronger and protect you both so you don't get eaten! Then I realized that, when I realized I wanted to protect you two, I got stronger! So I thought that, since cubs are super fun to have, AND they’d make me stronger like that, there’s no reason for me to NOT have some cubs of my own!”

Gran, at this point, had to get her to push the brakes. “Are you sure about this?”

Lyria nodded with a “hmph,” to echo Gran’s sentiments. “Yeah, having kids is a really big responsibility! You can’t just decide one day that you wanna have kids, Threo!”

Threo, at this, started getting in a huff. “But I really want some cubs, Gran! I don't want you to get eaten, and I just have this… burning feeling in my chest and gut… and it's telling me that if I don’t have your cubs… that if you get eaten and I don't have anything to remember you by…”

At this, Threo’s eyes had begun to wet, face beginning to contort with sadness and fear. Both rare traits in the fierce forest warrior, Gran had only now realized how serious she was with this. It wasn’t as if this would never have happened anyway, either. Gran and Threo had been going as steady as someone could with Threo’s common sense, or lack thereof, so them having children wasn’t exactly out of the cards. However, it was a shock that Threo would be the one asking about kids first, or that she would be having these concerns. But Gran wasn’t exactly opposed to the notion of having a kid, there were plenty of underage crew members that lived with the crew already. So the idea of having a baby or two on board wasn’t exactly uncommon, and if he needed to go on missions he could easily entrust someone like Narmaya or Ladiva or Vyrn to babysit. The more he considered it, and the more he had to look at Threo’s tears forming, the more he knew he couldn’t deny her.

“... Alright, let's do it tonight.”

Threo’s puffy eyes started to beam, the frown she was fighting off growing rapidly into a wide smile.

“Really!? AWESOME!! I’ll see you tonight then! You better be ready for me when I get there!” Threo nearly sprinted out of the room, possibly even faster than she was going when she crashed in. Gran looked at the empty doorway with a strange mix of excitement, nervousness, and happiness that he didn’t think he’s felt in a while. Lyria, however, almost looked sad with how the situation was handled. Of course, with their life link, Gran couldn’t help but pick up on this mood change, and in no world would he ignore it.

“Is something wrong?”

“O-oh… it’s nothing.” Lyria could try and dodge the question all she liked, but Gran’s hardened face told her she wasn’t leaving until he knew what was going on. \

“Oh fine! It’s just… I was h-hoping… that I-I would…”

Gran sat down on the bed, and patted the ledge next to him. The girl in blue sat down next to him, nearly shedding tears.

“I was hoping that… if the time ever came… that I c-c-cou-c…

…

“I wanted to have your kids too, y'know! But I look so young despite how old I am now, and how long we’ve been together, and you already started dating Threo, and whenever you were with her I could feel how happy and amazing and- and.. And then I started to feel hurt by it all, and I felt like my heart was being- it was twisted so much it HURT, but I didn’t want to say anything about it because you just looked to HAPPY with her, even though I was right ther-”

She had begun to cry profusely when Gran gently put his lips on hers. They were close, that was certain, and they may have fooled around slightly during her “massages,” but never did she think she would ever kiss the Captain. Once Lyria got over her shock, she began to lean into the kiss a bit. Soon they were sitting on the edge of the bed, shyly beginning to lock lips. Nothing too adventurous at first, just enough to let her know he understood her and wouldn’t reject her. Lyria, in leaning into it, put her hands on Gran’s lap. At least, she thought they both were. Gran felt one of her hands be placed on his crotch, and couldn’t help but jump ever so slightly. He could immediately tell that when he did; Lyria’s eyes shot open as she began to pull back. Thankfully, he took the initiative.

“Okay. You’ll get yours too. Promise.”

Lyria noticeably took time to process all of this. However, when she did, she could not hide the smile on her face. “A-alright then. Could we do it tonight then? Maybe after Threo? Actually, knowing you, I might just have to help.”

Gran nodded.

“Although… you must be the luckiest Captain in the skies, right? You’re getting to sleep with two Hypers in the same night!”

Gran nodded again, a smile having grown into a slight chuckle. Hypers were nearly unheard of, but not at all uncommon aboard the Grandcypher. Hypers was simply a term for people with extreme growth of sexual characteristics. Female Hypers were more common than Male Hypers, making Gran somehow stand out among the crew despite his otherwise somewhat plain appearance. Threo won the lottery for being on the higher end in both her tits and ass, but Gran always suspected her strength was somehow tied to it as well. Granted, Gran didn’t know too much about Hypers, even despite being one himself, but many of his strongest crewmates happened to be Hypers. There was perhaps some connection, but Gran’s life was already fantastical as hell after saving the skies more times than he could count. There was simply no way to be certain if her strength was tied to her Hyper status or if it was simply her constitution.
Lyria sat patiently, practically seeing the smoke come out of his ears as he ran all this through his mind. He only snapped out of it when he realized once more that Lyria was right next to him.

“Sorry. Let’s go.”

“Oh, right… We still have a lot to do today, don’t we?”

With that, they both stood up and left the room. It wasn’t too much of a busy day. Unfortunately, that made it seem all the longer with what he knew awaited him at the end of the day. Training with Narmaya was especially hard, given her similar physique to Threo. Then a lot of paperwork in his office, easily the most boring but arguably important job of his. The Grandcypher needed a lot of funds, food, resources, extra planks of wood, personal accommodations, housing, and of course everyone had to be paid for their work. Naturally, someone has to manage all of this, and as the captain, it simply fell upon him. He’s had 8 years to get it down to an artform, however, despite the ludicrosity that has occurred in that time. Lastly, discussions with Rackam and Eugen about reports on the Grandcypher’s condition and course. Nothing too strenuous, most of the time he allotted for it in his schedule was simply hanging out with his arguably most trusted friends aboard. Then came dinner time, prepared by Lowain and his bros, then helping organize the night watch, then finally getting the chance to catch his breath for the day. The setting sun’s light had just begun to fade from his room when Threo walked in.

She was dressed as she always was, but seemed relatively calm. At least, calm for Threo. She just seemed to have the average person’s level of energy now. Gran was performing some simple maintenance on his armor, with Lyria helping to polish it, when they saw their friend come in. Threo was the first to speak up:

“Hey, Captain! Are you ready to get started?”

“Sure.”

With that, Threo immediately begins to pull her brigandine off. Lyria, about to disrobe herself, quickly shuts and locks the door. Threo had her top off by that point, and her braless globes were finally unleashed. The massive bags of boobage had fully captured Gran’s attention as he soaked in every detail. To Gran's surprise, she kept herself quite clean despite practically being raised by wolves for all her life. They fell off at an ever so slight angle, seeming much wider as they bounced in place. She had very large areolas, bordering on dinner plates, but extremely puffy with relatively small bumps peppered across them. Her nipples were quite shallow, yet thick enough to match her areolas proportionally. Gran thought they looked absolutely perfect, but he’d most likely say that about most nipples he’d see. Especially if they were on a bust like Threo’s.

In the time that Gran had stared at her chest, she was fully in the nude before him, as was Lyria. Threo, likely never knowing that hair can be cut in her entire life, had a full bush growing on her crotch. Both girls had puffy pussies, outer lips practically suffocating the inner ones, and he could swear they were starting to drip with-

“Cmon, Captain! We’re already naked, so join the club!!” Threo suddenly shouted, interrupting the Captain’s thoughts and … observations … by shoving him onto the bed. Before he could even react, Threo tore off his pants and trunks underneath.

Unfortunately, she did not see the massive log of cockmeat that was hardening as she undressed, and thus didn’t realize the massive pillar of endowment was rising right up to smack her in the pussy. Most cocks, the ones normal men bear, would have simply struck her in the face. Gran, however, even among Hypers was favored quite a lot by puberty. His cock grew to be a bit longer than 2ft in length with girth comparable to his thighs, and while most cocks were uniform in their girth across their lengths, his bulged out ever so slightly just past the middle before becoming slightly thinner near the head. Currently, the thick, bulbous, nearly angry head had just collided with Threo’s wet entrance, and likely would have penetrated if not for its current angle and monstrous size.

As Gran’s waist was pinned down by Threo’s hands and mounds, Lyria scooted by him and nearly smothered him with her own chest. Her nipples were a bit small compared to her enormous areolas. The large bumps were larger than Gran’s own head by quite a good margin. Smooth, supple globes had Gran’s chest pinned, making him look buried under several hills of femininity. Threo then stepped back so that Gran’s monolith could finally be seen by them all. Threo and Lyria had a hard time taking their eyes off of it, until Threo began to grab it with both hands, nowhere near enough to fully grasp it all the way around.

Threo had started idly stroking off the monolith, feeling the heat coming off of it as she began to understand just what it was she asked for. Threo wasn’t scared of it like Gran might have feared, she didn’t have many thoughts on it at all. She knew it was impressive, but it’s nothing that someone like Threo would dwell on for long. As she had begun to stroke the underside of the shaft, something began to drip onto her arm.

Thanks to the anticipation of this for the entire day, Gran was already quite ready to go once the time came around. As a result, the young stud’s pillar had begun to leak his precum. Threo saw the first wad fall onto her hand, and looked up to see the head, gleefully dribbling more and more down its underside. The eternal watched as it slowly… patiently… agonizingly crawled down to her, until she scooped it up for herself. Some primal instinct within her coerced her into slurping up the thick, verile deluge.

Well… it wasn’t too great to be honest. A strange mix of salty and sweet, and a slight touch of some mineral or other. Not that Threo took much stock in the complexity of flavors. To a survivalist like her, food was food. To be fair, however, it was likely not the WORST thing she had ever put in her mouth, but she wouldn’t be coming to Gran every day asking for some new treat only he could produce. Well, maybe she would just to see how her boyfriend would react. Before she realized it, in thinking about it, she had probably swallowed up about 4 of the baseball-sized droplets of precum Gran was putting out. She only noticed when Lyria scooped one up before she could snag it.

Lyria looked like she was in heaven. Threo had only seen this face when she was sampling a meal at some of the finest restaurants. What did she rave about most recently? Boggy something or other. Her lust was fogging up her brain just the littlest bit. Lyria was practically panting by the time she finished the drop, enthusiastically licking her fingers to get every ounce of her new favorite snack.

Gran, as hard-willed as he was, despite seeing every fantastical thing to see in the skies and more, could not help but be aroused by the two most beautiful women in his life chugging his ball slop like this. This only furthered his production though. If the girls weren’t in a haze of their own collective lust, they’d notice Gran’s balls had slowly, steadily grown in size. As they did so, his pre’s production only hastened, with it squirting out in large globs as it twitched with lust. Both girls eventually became covered in it, their heads and breasts becoming caked with a thick coating of precum. Lyria hurriedly began to gulp down as much baby batter as possible. Threo was rather quickly starting to like the taste of it, grabbing mouthfuls out of her cavernous cleavage.

Gran was having a hard time, since both the girls were just getting him started. He was almost painfully hard while the girls indulged themselves in his product. Lyria sensed the slightest twinge of pain, and looked to Gran. He seemed to be enjoying it, but the large throbbing erection without any progress was starting to hurt him. She noticed the mess that she and Threo had him make, and parting her boobs showed her that she had gotten a gut from just how much she was swallowing from him. How long had they been eating his pre? How could he produce that much? She didn’t know pregnancy that well, but just looking at her stuffed tummy made her think she was carrying multiples for a moment.

Lyria was the first to speak in what felt like ages, “Maybe Threo should lay down for this? That should make it easier…”

Threo had to do a double take before she became coherent again, lost in a haze that finally cleared. “Y-yeah, I can do that!”

With that, They all shuffled until Threo layed on her back, feet planted on the bed as her legs folded towards her, heels touching the underplush of her ass. Her breasts spread to her sides, giving a rare sighting of her toned stomach, slightly bulging with consumed pre, and the middle of her chest. She looked up to Gran expectantly, eagerly anticipating the intense breeding she was about to be put through.

Gran was about as nervous as he was aroused. Sure, he had one of the most gifted cocks in all the skies, with the most voluptuous hypers aboard his ship, but he never actually had sex with anyone before. Part of it was that he didn’t have many friends growing up in Zinkenstill, and by the time he left there was so much happening all at once for the better part of a decade that the idea of settling down with someone and getting a different kind of action never really became a priority. He cared for everyone in his crew, and he wasn’t so dense as to now know many crew members were attracted to him, but it wasn’t until Threo came along that he realized what was missing for him. Something about her just always caught his attention. Threo herself didn’t realize her feelings for him until a long talk with Ladiva and Seofon. Not that much changed even after she realized she loved Gran, she just became much more affectionate more than anything. And now, with everything quite literally laid bare, they were not just going to have sex, but get Threo pregnant.

There was Gran’s first problem:

How the fuck was his dick supposed to fit in there!?

The dang thing was as thick as his thigh and the tip he could kick with his shin! And he was supposed to just- fit it in there? He couldn’t fit his own hand in there, let alone the colossal bitchbreaker he always swung around! But Gran didn’t let impossible odds beat him before with his sword, so he shouldn’t with his club!... He really isn’t that great with the bedroom pep talk. After letting his thoughts stew over, he finally did something:

He pushed forward.

He had no idea how, whether it was Threo’s unusual build, her Hyper genetics, or just dumb luck, but when he pressed the tip against her entrance it nearly tried to suck him in. Somehow, between his pushing, her wetness, and whatever force was pulling him in, he actually managed to penetrate the buxom eternal. Fireworks went off in his mind as he got his first taste of pussy, slowly reaching inside, deeper and deeper. He managed to get his sight to focus through the pleasure, and he saw exactly what was happening: Threo’s depths were actually trying to suck him deeper inside her, her cavity stretching to the point where, from her vagina until the end of his cock, there was a massive bulge showing just how much of his cock was inside her. He only managed to get the head in so far, but soon half a foot was inside, then it felt tighter at the tip, pushing through her welcoming cervix as a foot went inside.

Then, it stopped. For the first time that night, he felt resistance from inside her. He reached the wall of her womb, where her children would be grown. Yet he still had at least a good foot or two of fat fucking cock to put inside of her. Gran wasn’t quite complaining, she gripped him like a vice with how tight she was. But having more than a foot outside of her made it feel like he wasn’t getting the full enjoyment out of it.

At this point, Lyria had managed to gain enough consciousness through her own rapid fingerblasting of her nethers to see what happened. Due to their life link, Lyria could feel whatever was happening to Gran as if she was going through it. Every cut, every burn, every blast. And now, every tiny squeeze of Threo’s godlike pussy on Gran’s log of cockmeat she could feel in her own pussy. But when the motions stopped, she could see that there was still a good amount of cock left that was unable to experience Threo’s folds. She could sense Gran’s slight disappointment at the situation in front of him, and crawled over to him. She took her hands, not wiping off the girlcum of the one she used before, and began to rub the remaining dickmeat like she was giving it a handjob. Finally, he could feel some form of stimulation across his entire cock.

Gran was finally in heaven. Any anxiety he had about losing his virginity, anything about reaching a new part of his life with Threo- heck, he hadn’t even considered the fact that he’d be a dad soon- it all melted away as the two most important women in his life were here, in his bed, with them all cumming their collective brains out-

Oh shit, he was cumming! And he was sure that Threo would be too, with how much more she seemed to be gripping him. Between Threo’s velvety folds, Lyria’s handiwork, and his own inexperience, he was cumming within what felt like only a minute or two. Gran was a healthy man, he thought he knew what he was capable of when it came to his member, but he could feel that this orgasm would be far stronger than any other he shot before this. His breath got stuck in his throat as he could feel his cum erupt from his cock, staying stoically silent as he felt the floodgates open. Threo was the complete opposite the entire time, moaning and screaming nearly as if her life was in danger. He should probably warn her that-

“HHNNNGGAAAAAHH… GRRAAAAANNN!!!!”

Too late, she was already cumming her brains out. And (un)fortunately, he was too. He couldn’t give much thought to it all before he came.

A massive rope- no, a fucking geiser was making its way out of his cock, Lyria noted after she saw the massive increase in its girth followed by a massive bulge following the underside of his cock. Lyria was fervently licking the exposed foot of cock, taking in the rugged, salty taste of fat, sweaty, pungent Hyper cock. At least, she was trying. Between fulfilling her own desires and being connected with Gran, who was currently buried deep within Threo’s kegel muscles, she was lucky to go more than the better part of a minute without a mind-shattering orgasm, forcing her to sit and drool on his lumbering wood. And right before she was about to lose herself again, she was able to pull her lulling tongue back into her mouth and look at her friend laying on the bed. She looked just in time to witness a life changing moment for Threo.

The cumshot had made its way to the end of Gran’s pipe, which burst inside of Threo’s womb. Threo, thanks to her Hyper physiology and tightness, created a near vacuum seal around Gran’s trunk. When he let the dam fall, it quickly filled the space and had nowhere else to go. Thus, Threo’s orgasm was extended as her gut expanded, increasing in size rapidly to put up with Gran’s cum flood. It was a continuous stream of cum unlike any most would have seen before.

She simply grew, and grew, her stomach beginning to rival one of her tits, then both, until it had effectively pinned her to the bed. At this, Gran finally stopped, orgasm over. He moved back to take his gigantic cock out, which was surprisingly a more difficult task than putting it in. Threo’s womb and vaginal passage were still trying to pull him in, ensuring his load would not spill out. However, he had promised to breed someone else that night, and couldn’t do that within the depths of Threo’s baby room. With a noticeable amount of effort, he finally pulled his dick out. His cum nearly flooded out, but oozed out slower than he thought, the load much denser and virile than he thought it would be.

… All things considered, he was surprised to see the bed hadn’t fallen down to the next floor. Threo’s running along made a hole in it, yet them all clumsily thrashing about on the bed supported by 4 wooden beams was not enough to break it in. The bed itself held up surprisingly well, and it didn’t feel like anything became unstable. Thankfully, there was a second, smaller bed for Lyria for when she slept, so Gran looked to Lyria to signal her to move.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be out of it a bit. Gran’s best orgasm at that point in his life combined with her cock hungry craze had created a storm of pleasure that her brain nearly didn’t handle. Lyria was, despite the fogged mind, conscious enough to sample the cum that began to spill from Threo. A handful became another, and another, and the ravenous appetite Lyria possessed combined with the need for anything Gran had her practically eating out Threo trying to get as much fresh cum as possible.

Gran himself was frazzled quite a bit, but he managed to pull himself back together quite quickly. Lyria, soon enough, realized what was happening, and quickly, eagerly made her way to the other bed, relatively untouched. Lyria assumed her own position, deciding to go on her hands and knees, resting her upper body on her enormous chest.

“U-umm… Do I look ok Gran?”

Gran looked past her cum caked features, hair frazzled and tangled and messed up in more ways than he likely realized. Past the girl in blue, past any lust either one harbored, and looked Lyria in the eyes. Anxiety. Fear. Awkwardness. But despite it all, Joy. Excitement. Anticipation. All the time they spent together, literally bonded for life, led to a deeper understanding than any dyad in the world could have. All this, leading to the moment where she layed on her bed, stark naked, covered in salty sweet cum, presenting her peach pussy while shaking one of the fattest asses in the skies in front of the one anomaly fate cannot account for.

Because she loved him. You can’t share nearly every moment of pain and happiness with someone for 8 years and not catch feelings. Especially when that someone is strong, willful, handsome yet cute, more skilled than anyone else, master at whatever they tackle, and the best fucking friend anyone could ever ask for. But she was young when they met. People could only see her as the little girl who always needed saving.

But not Gran. He saw the fearsome summoner, the young lady who matured over the years, who physically could not help empathizing with anyone with a heart, who could eat an entire diner’s food storage and have room for 54ths, who loved to sing her heart out every chance she got, who literally traveled to the end of the world in more ways than one and came out with the same cheerful smile she always bore.

Gran kicked himself for not realizing earlier. It wasn’t uncommon in Zinkenstill for someone to have more than one partner in marriage, or out of it, but to somehow miss the feelings of the one he spent the most time with, the one who was always there for everyone, put a pit in his heart. To think she spent all this time watching him go out with Threo not realizing how she felt about it all… it sunk his heart even further. But he wouldn’t keep making that mistake, he couldn’t ignore her feelings once he witnessed them. And he makes up for it all today, by giving her his children. Threo has been pacified already, it is simply him and her.

There was no need for foreplay. Utterly ruining one of the 10 strongest warriors in the world, letting her get soaked to the bone in his cockslime, and getting to fervently make out with the rest of the cock Threo couldn’t take had her more ready to go than she likely could ever be. She was dripping, and looking over her shoulder with the cutest look of anticipation Gran had ever seen. Expectant sky blue eyes, plush lips pushed out into a pout

He could simply do nothing else but push it in.

If Threo was a vice grip, Lyria felt like being crushed by meaty boulders on his cock. Lyria’s pussy also made a valiant effort in trying to suck in his cock. Threo felt like she was dragging him in slowly, but Lyria felt like he actually had to pull back a bit or he’d hurt her by going too fast.

Lyria felt him holding back. “Please… Gran… I can take it, I promise…”

Gran knew in his gut and mind that she was just wanting to feel more, and couldn’t actually take in all of his cock. Said cock, as well as his heart, believed otherwise, and they were in charge at the moment.

He pushed in and practically slammed into her, purely in the heat of the moment. Lyria’s moaning and heavy breathing got stuck in her throat as it happened. Of course that was a bad idea, for all he knows he just killed her, what kind of internal dama-

“HHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhnn…”

Her head instinctually rose up, tongue out while she let out possibly the loudest, sluttiest, happiest moan he had ever heard. Sure, Gran didn’t hear moans very often, but some of his crewmates that he won't name (Metera) got awfully loud whenever they got some action. Yet Lyria’s… heartfelt expression of gratitude would easily have drowned them out. He couldn’t quite see from his point of view, but Lyria’s vision went dark and blurry for the most part as her eyes, now glowing with primal power, rolled towards the back of her head. Why did she enjoy sex so much? Was it the physical sensation of the rugged, veiny cock? The warmth she had from being covered head to tummy in hot sticky cum? The closeness she felt with the one man she may ever feel romantically or sexually interested? Some sense of fulfillment over being able to bear and rear children? It was all of this combined, she decided, and now she’d like to add the sensation of having her entire torso rearranged to fit as much of the world’s best cock inside of her as physically possible and otherwise. Once she regained control over herself, she hung her head down towards the bed, and started to feel herself out.

Gran couldn’t quite feel anything other than the majority of his cock being enveloped lovingly in the moise cavern of Lyria’s babymaker, a ring about halfway around his cock squeezing particularly hard, and a weird pressure on each side of his cock.

Lyria felt, then saw, a large bulge stretching her vagina and extending all the way up to between her tits. The bulge was currently sandwiched between her jugs, with her baffled as to how her body allowed her to do it. She could feel the tingle of primal power flowing through her body. Was that allowing her body to conform to Gran’s enormous, juicy, salty bitch-breaking, slut-stretching monster mammoth of a cock?

Thankfully, the means didn’t matter to either of them right now. Right now, Lyria was taking more cock than Threo ever did, Gran actually got most of his dick wet, and both were loving every second of it. Unfortunately, neither were quite the skilled sort of lovers yet, but both were so new to the sheer ocean of sensation they wrapped themselves up in it would likely not have mattered anyway. Lyria didn’t care, or possibly even realized, that her moaning and screaming might alert whoever might have passed on guard duty. Gran’s ship, thanks to being the Captain, was relatively out of the way compared to the rest of the resting quarters. That doesn’t mean whoever is keeping lookout each night doesn’t pass by. Thankfully, should anyone have passed by and heard what was happening, they didn’t do anything to interrupt it.

But all good things come to an end, for Gran was about to cum inside his (in more ways than one) life partner. His ball sludge was rather quickly shooting its way out of his pipe, until it unloaded inside Lyria. It was almost quicker than his time with Threo, but while Threo’s had much more foreplay added into the mix, he wasn’t trapped in the extremely dangerous feedback loop that he and Lyria were in. Her pleasure became his, and his became hers, and being stuck like that and adding to it every second was highly addicting. Gran didn’t know how he’d be able to go back to sex with Threo, or anyone else for that matter, after the workout his brain was getting trying to stay conscious through it all. Lyria would have been surprised at how long she was staying coherent if she also wasn't getting her mind frazzled by the glorious Hyper cock her pussy refused to part with. Then, she lost any hope of staying awake when Gran came.

Threo got a geyser, but Lyria got the whole dam breaking. Soon her own stomach was blowing up faster than she could register, starting right at the end of the bulge between her tits and slowly forming a spherical shape beneath her, raising her up off of her arms and knees, stuck with the pleasure that came from laying atop an enlarged, sensitive tummy and her extremely sensitive Hyper tits. Gran was subconsciously holding his breath the entire time as it all went out over the course of several minutes. But even he could not last forever, and Lyria was stuck atop her bed with no way to move other than to roll onto the floor. Not that she could anyway. As soon as the floodgates closed back up, she was out like a light, ready to enjoy the best sleep of her entire life. Gran, unfortunately, no longer had the strength to pull himself off of Lyria, and her pussy was refusing to let his cock leave her folds. He was forced to fall asleep atop of her, head resting on her back, resting his stomach on her plush rear. He had a hard time sleeping that night, until he went soft enough where his cock fell out. And while they all slept, his seed took hold in Threo.

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“...ey…ddy…….”

“Hey, buddy…”

“Hey! Buddy!”

Vyrn already had a bit of a busy night. The small dragon was mostly doing this own thing last night: helping Lowain and his bros with dessert, spending time in the bar below deck, and playing a game of cards with Rackam and some of the other helmsmen. It was a good night overall.

Then he went to his room to find his best buddy’s room absolutely reeked of sex, the strongest axe user buried under her own cum inflated belly, Lyria napping on top of a beach ba- no, that’s her stomach as well, and Gran was on top of Lyria with his penis still inside of her. There was also the fact that Grans… production was scattered all about the room! How was he supposed to clean this mess!? Not that Vyrn would anyway, this was their mess to clean! He flew over to Gran to give him an earful…

… but seeing Gran’s content, happy sleeping face made it disappear. Vyrn wasn’t told that this was happening, he had no clue whatsoever! Was Gran uncomfortable with talking about this sort of thing? Gran never displayed any major signs of interest for anything sexual, being the big sword-head he was. Was this planned much at all? It did happen to fall on a day where Vyrn was keeping himself busy after all-

Only now did he realize no one in this room was decent. Not that Vyrn needed to be, he didn’t exactly have anything going on, but when the state of everyone registered in his head he opened the windows after taking some blankets and (attempting) to cover everyone so they wouldn't get cold. As soon as that was done, he quickly flew out the door. He spent the night in Rackam’s quarters.

He came back in the morning to find little unchanged, with the only exceptions being Threo’s disappearance and Gran had fallen onto the floor. Lyria was still covered, thankfully, and Gran didn’t exactly have anything Vyrn hadn’t seen before. He changed the boy’s diapers when he was little, after all. And after seeing his best friend’s state, he knew he had to wake him up. Besides, it was getting towards noon and the captain had yet to wake up. All it took was a few slaps on the head after the boy failed to respond to sound.

Gran slowly, groggily opened his eyes to see his other life partner trying to wake him up.

“Oh, hey Vyrn…”

“‘Oh, hey Vyrn.’? Seriously? You pull a stunt like this without telling me and this is all you had to say!?”

Gran looked befuddled until last night came crashing back into his head at mach speed. He just knocked up both of the closest women he had in his life, and went unconscious afterwards. He couldn’t get the images out of his head. Threo with a massive tummy bulge, smiling the widest he’s ever seen her as she was getting pummeled back and forth. Lyria’s impressive cheeks clapped against his hips as her hair fell over her shoulders, moaning incoherently as he figuratively and literally rocked her world. Then he realized he was there, naked as the day he was born, and he never remembered to cover either beauty up before bed. He practically shot up back on his feet, dizzying himself in the process and forcing him to put a hand on the bed for support.

Threo seemed to be gone, for better or for worse, and Lyria had a couple comforters covering her. The cold morning air started to nip away at him while he stood in the nude. After he got his bearings, Vyrn had set some clothes on the empty bed, in a spot where there wasn’t any dried cum at least. Specifically, the spot where Threo was pinned to the bed. It almost formed an outline of cum where she layed, like some weird cum angel.

“Why was the window open?”

“Because it freakin reeks in here! If I had known you were doing all this, I could have helped you prepare for all this at least! It almost felt like you were going behind my back, planning all this so I wouldn’t know!”

“It, uh, wasn’t.”

“Eh?”

“We didn’t plan this at all, really… Threo just came up asking for me to get her pregnant, so I just kin-”

“YOU WHAT!? Do you have ANY idea- Ok ok ok, so much was in that sentence. You just decided to do all this out of the blue!? Just yesterday!?”

“W-well, I figured we’d have kids eventually, and I decided it was ok to start now. I can be a dad, and I wanted to be one sooner or later.”

Vyrn very noticeably felt his heart drop to the floor hearing Gran say all that.

“What do you mean-... Oh, I… never actually told you about Hypers, did I?”

Gran shook his head.

“Well… I’m so sorry, buddy, but the thing about Hypers is…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not really, just…”

Both were interrupted when Lyria started groaning.

“I… feel stuffed…”

Gran shook her a bit, and Lyria opened her eyes to see her lover staring into hers. “Hey, Gran… Thank you so much for last night. I don't know how…”

“You ok, Lyria?”

Lyria looked to Vyrn with quite visible shock. “AHH! Vyrn, you scared me- oh god, I look terrible, don’t-”

“Relax, relax, Lyria! You’re covered, literally! I didn’t see nothin’!”

“Phew… I’m sorry Vyrn, I completely forgot to tell you about all this!”

“You’re telling me! I had to have Rackam give me his couch to sleep on!”

Gran spoke up at this point. “Yeah, sorry about that… What were you saying about Threo?”

Vyrn went back to looking sad. “Oh. Lyria should probably hear this too anyway.”

“Hear what?” The cumflated girl in blue inquired.

“You see, well… Threo’s…”

……

… enjoying a nice breakfast down near the kitchen, looking like the essence of the cat that caught the canary. Or in her case, the tiger that got her cubs. She had a massive amount of food that she ate, even more than usual. She was eating for at least two, after all. Eating with gusto, to some it would have been a disgusting display of gluttony if they did not know of her status as a future mother.

Cagliostro, alchemy’s founder, was absolutely one of those some, and would never care to know if Threo was expecting or not. To her, it was simply impossible for Threo to be a good mother. Which made the loud chomping of meat all the more annoying. It wasn’t even lunch hour yet!

“Ugh! Could you keep it quiet already!? Some of us like to eat in peace, yknow.”

Threo could barely get her words out with all the meat she shoved in her mouth. “Nuh-uh! U’ve gotta keep muhself fed for uhll thuh cubs U’m havun!”

“Cubs?”

Threo swallowed. “Yeah! Gran gave me some cubs last night after I asked!”

“What do you mean cubs?”

“Yknow, kids! Babies! Yknow, the ones that come from sex? I thought you were supposed to be super smart or something?”

Cagliostro, despite her vast intellect, was taken aback processing everything that came out of Threo’s mouth.

“First, that's impossible. Secondly, I am. You’re the one lacking in brains.”

“Wait, what’s impossible?”

“You being pregnant. I’m guessing you laid with Gran? He’s a Hyper too, but definitely not bearing fruit.”

“What!? But how!? He came soooo much though!”

Cagliostro couldn’t help but scoff a bit. “You didn’t know? I’m guessing the jungle can’t teach you the birds and the bees!”

“I saw lots of birds and bees!”

“Not what I mea- oh, whatever.”

Threo leaned in, squishing her massive funbags against the lip of the table.

“You see, Hypers are infertile.” Threo was about to interject, before Cagliostro shut her down, “They can’t have kids, moron. No copulation with a Hyper has ever resulted in childbearing. Not between a male and Hyper female, not between a female and Hyper male, not even between two Hypers. Everyone knows that being a Hyper just turns you into a clumsy sex doll for nothing but promiscuity. Sex slaves, bedwarmers, ‘performers,’ whatever. They could never. Have. Kids.”

Threo was undeterred. “Yeah, but, then what is this feeling inside me? This warm, loving feeling deep in my gut!”

“Either whatever’s left of Gran’s keeping your womb warm or all that meat is digesting. Besides, it’d be impossible to tell if life is forming inside of you after one night anyway. Even in a normal pregnancy, it’d take a while for any tests to be positive and it hardly ever works the first time.”

… …

… “I never knew…”

Vyrn just got done telling the hard truth to the two lovers, both fully dressed at this point. Threo could not have gotten pregnant no matter how hard she tried, and it broke Vyrn’s heart hearing that none of them knew yet tried anyway.

Lyria herself was probably the most distraught. Just being told she could never have kids? No matter what they tried? Nothing in the skies could solve it, and it shattered her heart.

Gran didn’t feel much better about it, hanging his head in defeat at the news. Vyrn sat on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Gran. I should have told you about this kind of stuff. I figured it wouldn’t matter that much given how focused you were on skyfaring, even when the whole crew started to grow. I knew you and Threo were dating so I should have known this would happen.”

Well, they still had stuff to do today, and Lyria didn’t want to walk around with a massive cumgut and jizz all over her bust, hair and face. Sure, her gut was covered, being buried under the large bust her dress was made to account for, but that didn’t remove the sensation of a large stomach sloshing about with Hyper cum.

In silence, they washed up in Gran’s personal bath, Gran used magic to clean the room, and they started to go about their day.

… …

“But I can FEEL it! I don't care what you think, do any tests you want, I’ll prove I’m having cubs!”

They were quite fortunate few people beyond the Lowain bros were in the mess hall that morning, and said pros were doing prep work for lunch.

“Yknow what? Fine, but don’t start crying so much you flood the ship when I prove you wrong! Come to my lab, I need one of my tomes…”

And she scooted off of the seat. For the most part.

Cagliostro was a Hyper herself, but only in the butt department. It wasn’t anything monstrous like Tien’s, but enough to where it definitely belonged to a Hyper. The large balls that formed her behind were almost completely covered by her skirt. She got off just a little bit by showing off the crease of her thighs and an inch of cheek. Cagliostro knew what she was talking about with Hypers’ fertility, she specifically gave herself just a touch of Hyper genes so she wouldn’t have to worry about the grossness of pregnancy. Well, “just a touch” of Hyper seemed a little off when her ass wobbled with every slight movement, and her smaller, younger frames just made it seem all the larger in proportion. Threo followed her, all the way to Cagliostro’s room.

She shuffled through her bookcase to one of her lesser used tomes, flipped through some pages, and stopped a good way into it.

“Alright, I’m going to use this spell to detect life. Something as simple as DNA combining is enough to trigger it. It’ll show up as a light within your uterus-”

Threo’s head only became more tilted as the alchemist continued to use big words.

“Ugh! It’ll shine a light if you have a baby in you, alright!?”

Threo’s head snapped back upright as she nodded furiously, smile returning.

Cagliostro reluctantly casted the spell, wanting to get it over-

She nearly ended the spell there as a blinding light shone out from Threo’s lower torso, forcing Cagliostro to avert her gaze. After confirming the light, she ended it. Threo removed her hands from her eyes, with the most smug grin on her face.

“See!? I told you I was having cubs!”

“... Interesting…”

Cagliostro was just going to write this off as another annoying interaction with the 3rd Eternal. She figured that, if she was able to calm Threo down, she could figure out the source of the Eternals’ powers. But that was going to be put on hold.

It was a medical impossibility! Physically impossible to the point of being common knowledge! You couldn’t stop a rock from falling in the air, you couldn’t start a fire that didn’t give off heat, and you couldn’t get a hyper woman pregnant no matter how virile her stud was! Yet here Threo was, passing her test like it was no big deal! She had to run other tests to determine her fertility, and it might take a few hours just to confirm this.

“... Ok, fine, let’s run more tests to get more accurate results. You might just be right.”

“Fine! Whatever you throw at me, I’ll pass!”

Foolish words spoken by an optimistic draph.

And yet they were true. Every test Cagliostro used confirmed that Threo was pregnant. Every. Damn. One. Cagliostro had a new project to investigate: How in the skies did Threo and Gran pull this off? Was it some magic Gran had learned in his travels? Did Threo’s wild childhood expose her to something that enabled her fertility? Which one caused the change? Was it them both?

Well, she wouldn’t get anywhere with an expecting knucklehead just sitting in her lab.

“Alright, fetch me Gran and you’re good to go. Lyria too. Vyrn if he cares.”

“Ok! Thanks, Cagliostro!”

Threo began to barrel her way out of the lab.

“Oh and one more thing…” Cagliostro said, causing Threo to look back. “... Congratulations on your pregnancy, I suppose…”

… …

It was certainly a surprise to have Cagliostro call him into her lab, but Gran knew that if she needed him personally this suddenly, it was likely important. Lyria tagged along, as did Vyrn, and they all made their way to her lab.

Lyria entered the room first. “Hey, Cagliostro! What’s wrong?”

“Spare me the pleasantries.” Cagliostro said, as she grabbed a nearby tome, and opened it to a bookmarked page.

“Gran, I’m guessing you and Threo have been sexually active recently?”

Surprisingly, Vyrn was the one taken aback by it all. “What are you, his doctor?”

“No, but you should tell Threo she needs to make regular checkups to Tikoh throughout her pregnancy.”

Everyone had to do a double take at that, with Vyrn being the first to regain his senses. “Whaddya mean, Threo’s actually pregnant!? That’s impossible! She’s a Hyper!”

“Which is exactly why you’re all here. As her boyfriend, Gran is obviously the one to get her pregnant. The question is, how did you do it? Is there some difference in your physiology? Was it on Threo’s end? Did you use any magic during the act?”

Lyria shyly raised her hand. “Uh… if it helps… Gran tried to get me pregnant as well. If it worked for Threo, maybe it worked for me?”

Gran nodded, and Cagliostro raised an eyebrow as she looked between the two. “Well, more data on the situation is always appreciated. Stand there as I run a few tests.” Lyria then stood patiently, waiting for Cagliostro. As they kept running the tests, Lyria steadily grew more and more nervous as it went on. Eventually, after Cagliostro was done, she sat at her desk.

“Sorry, Lyria, but none of them came up positive.”

Even the blind could see the heartbreak on Lyria’s face, but Cagliostro wasn’t done talking. “Don’t be discouraged. This kind of thing doesn’t usually happen overnight. Hell, this is an unusual case in and of itself. A Hyper woman is pregnant, after all. Besides, whether you are able to get pregnant or not, that’s something that helps this study as well. The more data we get, the better…” She looked at Gran with a devilish smirk.

“... and I don't care how you get it, to be honest.”

The trio looked baffled by the statement, with Vyrn speaking first. “Whaddya mean how he gets it?”

“I’ll leave that up to you. Now, I still have other things I wanted to do today before I got sidetracked. If you wouldn’t mind…”

With that, they all left to go about their day. Gran knew he had a lot to do, and it started with… training with Narmaya…

… …

Narmaya was a skilled swordswoman, standing equal to even the eternals. She was a tough opponent to fight, being plenty strong, extremely skilled with her blade, quicker than a whip, and throwing magic into the mix makes her an excellent spar. She has spent her entire life learning the blade and even sparring for less than a minute at a time is enough to teach you much about combat. There was only one aspect that made the fight a little less fun, and much harder even despite her excess talent. It wasn’t the most important deal in the fight, and definitely something that he shouldn’t be distracted by, and-

There they go again, her massive fucking milkbags flopping about in her outfit, a nice red and blue one-piece made by her mother, modified to match her outlandish figure. Every time she made even the slightest movement, the large sacks of joy would shift dramatically. How they never smacked her face with all the stunts she has to do is beyond Gran’s comprehension, perhaps some technique or bindings or something as a result of her skill is the most he could do to justify it. Not to mention her ass, prodigious in its own right. It was much like Lyria’s but had a little less sag to it, likely a result of her training. The cushions were quite exposed due to the sheer size of them and how her

The duel was not going well for the most part on Gran’s end. He’s been through quite a lot in the past 24 hours. Breeding Threo, attempting to breed Lyria, learning that Hypers are mostly infertile but Threo is pregnant, all in the span of about half a day including sleep. And here he was, his mind fighting a two-front war between all the thoughts racing through his head, and Narmaya’s blade being near imperceptible as it flashed through the air. Coupled with one of the most erotic figures he’d ever seen, and he was distracted by a lot. He knew that Narmaya had caught onto this as she kept pressing his lowered guard, but today he learned something he almost wished he didn’t know. Barely audibly, if he focused very hard, he could tell exactly where she would dash to right before she swung…

… by listening to the clap of her asscheeks as she moved. Due to what was practically a top-heavy leotard, her asscheeks were quite exposed as a result. This meant that, whenever she suddenly moved and stopped, the force had her cheeks separate and clap against each other as they clenched to stop her movement. It was not much of a telegraph, but it had saved him from a few blows once he knew what to look for. It wasn’t enough to allow him victory, however, and he was once again knocked prone from one of her strikes, being hit with the back of her blade. At this, Narmaya sheathed her blade, and walked towards her fallen captain.

“Captain, are you ok?” She said, kneeling down. With a body such as hers, kneeling normally would squish her chest into her face, blocking both her reach and vision. She had to practically go down on one knee, and turned so he was facing her side as she reached out for him. They briefly made eye contact as she helped him up. “You seem to be out of it. Is everything ok?”

“Just a lot on my mind. Don’t worry.” the captain said, looking down sheepishly.

Narmaya grew the slightest frown. “Well, I have something to ask about, at least.” Gran looked at her once again. “I heard Threo in the mess hall earlier today, saying she was pregnant.” Gran shyly nodded, causing Narmaya’s brows to lower in anger. She questioned him, with a quiet fury in her voice, “How could you do that to her!? You know Hypers cannot get pregnant, and you lead her on like this!?”

Gran, seeing where this was going, raised his hands, shaking them furiously in denial. “Wait, but she is!” She raised a brow. “Cagliostro confirmed it. We don’t know how, but we think I can get Hypers pregnant.”

She stared into his eyes, and when his honesty finally registered, the shock made itself plain on her face. He continued, “She took pretty much instantly from what we heard, but Lyria… well, we tried after I… anyway, she isn’t yet. We want to keep trying though” He looked up to meet her gaze, glad to see her wrath avoided. She was noticeably taken aback.

“W-well, that’s… great, I suppose! Congratulations…”

Gran felt good about it at first, but Narmaya’s falling tone didn’t slip past him. He could tell she was happy for him, but something was wrong.

Narmaya has always been something of a minefield for Gran to deal with. He was the first person to acknowledge her as a person, the first to care about her and her skills. The first man to recognize all the efforts she made to become as skilled as she had. She became extremely attached to Gran as a result, becoming unhealthily obsessed with Gran’s every need. He managed to help her work out her self-doubt and other issues, and has since become a treasured friend and excellent sparring partner. But despite working out her issues, he’s always afraid of something happening and her spiraling out of control. Like when she returned home and faced Azusa, he could hardly stand to see her have to tackle all the drama alone. Yet she solved the issues all herself, showing how much she has grown since he met her in that forest all those years ago.

However, Gran could never lose the vigilance he developed for whenever something bothered her.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Captain, why?”

“Narmaya, you can be honest with me.”

Narmaya’s expression somehow hardened and softened at the same time as a result of some brewing emotions she was withholding. It took her a moment to respond.

“...could we talk in your quarters? Or anywhere private, I suppose…”

The Captain nodded, and they went to his room-

“AHH-!”

The simultaneous scream and the sound of cracking wood only meant one thing. Gran looked back to see her in another hole, leg painfully jamming her in the whole. The look of her leg meat squished so would have been a nice sight if it were not accompanied by what was no doubt some harsh scrapes and splinters. Gran helped her up.

… …

Gran shut the door to his room, then looked to the swordswoman. Both alone in his room, the awkward tension soon will give way to heartfelt words.

“What’s on your mind?”

Narmaya looked down sheepishly, one hand caressing her other elbow as she turned her thoughts into words.

“You got Threo pregnant, right?” Gran nodded. “I’m happy for you, do not misunderstand me… but I have this hole in my chest again. I want you to be happy… but it just makes me feel…

“...I want to be yours, too, Gran. But I know that cannot be, since you’re already with Threo… I just… wish I could have confessed my feelings- no, my love for you, sooner. But you also wanted to try with Lyria right? And you don’t know if it’s just a thing with Threo or with you right? How you got her pregnant? I can’t help but…

“...Please, could you give me your children too?”

Gran somehow wasn’t taken aback by her request. Whether he could see it coming from the preamble, whether he was focused that much on ensuring her mental health is stable, whether it was simply being asked to knock a girl up 3 times made it lose its impact, he did not know. But he knew what he was going to say.

“Back on Zinkenstill, marriage wasn’t exclusive. If they wanted, a husband would have as many wives as he could. But only if he could take care of them all and they were fine with sharing. Same goes for women and having multiple husbands. If you’re fine with sharing me with Lyria and Threo, then of course we can be together.”

… Narmaya did not know what she heard at first. Of course she would love to spend the rest of her life with the captain as his wife. No one had been there for her like Gran was. Even when she was nothing but a lost puppy who knew a lot about a sword, he took care of her and enabled her to find her true self, and how to love herself. Old thoughts began to bubble up inside of her. She figured at most she would get one night- no, an hour with her beloved! Only for them to be evaporated at his earnest offer. Once she got over the return of her old feelings, she decided that this was what she wanted.

“Of course…

“... so what should we do now?”

Gran looked at the sun in the sky, still in the afternoon.

“... We would have been training right now, and I’d shower after regardless. Do you want to get started now? If that’s too soon, I understa-”

“No! I mean, that’s ok. I can go now. Best confront these feelings directly as soon as I can, after all…”

They moved closer, before he gently patted the back of her head, pulling her in for a gentle kiss. Two pairs of soft lips touched as Gran tilted his head. Narmaya wasn’t experienced at all: she was about to ram her nose into Gran’s. He immediately caught the scent of vanilla as they began to-

be interrupted by the sound of the doorknob turning. He immediately whipped his head around to see Lyria in the doorway, grasping the hem of her large dress and pulling it upwards as she shut the door with her foot.

“Oooo, Gran better get back soon. I’ve never felt this wet and-”

At this, she was fully disrobed, the only thing protecting any of her modesty being a pair of soft white panties that neither of the other skyfarers could see with her gargantuan milkbags in the way. She stopped fully in her tracks when she finally looked in the room to see Gran, whose trunk of cockmeat was already beginning to strain in his pant leg, and Narmaya, nearly free of any shame if it were not for her ruffled outfit and the drop of her arousal that just audibly dripped onto the floor. All three stood there, unmoving, with no one able to hide the inferno of lust building between them all.

Lyria then made a futile attempt to cover her massive titcaps with her arms, instead only managing to fondle herself in her most sensitive spot while erotically squashing her glorious chest with her velvety soft, small hands. She managed to speak first through her blush.

“Um… I’m not, um, interrupting anything… am I?”

While Narmaya was still flustered upon seeing Lyria’s (as far as she knew) naked body, Gran piped up.

“Not really. Narmaya wants kids, so here we are.”

Back to back, everything happening made Narmaya nearly do a double-take. Only this time they both looked to her for input.

Once she realized, she said, “O-oh… well, yes, I suppose. I, um, wanted to be Gran’s partner as well.” Lyria went a little wide-eyed and looked at Gran. Narmaya continued, “I’m sorry for rushing this, I didn’t mean to keep you out of the loop or cause you distress.”

“No, no, no! You’re fine, Narmaya!” Lyria quickly replied, her beaming smile shining on her face. “I was just surprised, that’s all! I’m glad to share him with you!”

Lyria ran up and… well, she definitely tried to hug Narmaya. She was very enthusiastic about it, but with both of their enormous pairs of funbags she basically pounced the swordswoman’s tits and wrapped her arms around her neck. The force of it, combined with Narmaya’s lack of readiness for it, ended with Narmaya losing her balance for a second before she fell back onto the bed behind her with a grunt. Once Lyria was done trying to hug her, she stood back up, nipples standing proud as she blushed heavily. Narmaya was dazed from the near crushing sensation of the girl’s titanic bust on her own. It wasn’t painful in the slightest, to her embarrassment. Once Narmaya recoveredm, she stood up as well. Gran had already begun to undress, starting with his trousers-

…

That is Gran’s cock. Her beloved Gran’s cock. The one thing she never thought in her wildest dreams she’d get to see… out of his pants that is. She knew that Hyper men had larger dicks, but this? It was insane! She knew it was large from the bulge in his pants, and on occasion that bulge swelled a bit, but to see it unmasked, in the open? She nearly couldn’t believe it. It smelled strange as well- no, that was the sweat on his body. Or hers? Oh, they were both training right before this and they haven’t washed. Both were covered in a thin film of sweat, and the room only seemed to keep the heat up until a wave of fresh air brushed against her skin. But the smell of it didn’t seem like just sweat, and she felt her mind fog just a bit.

Lyria was just trying to be considerate in removing her clothes. A simple tug at the bow on her side and a quick undoing of a button and she pulled the whole thing off completely. The girl in blue knew firsthand how messy Gran’s tasty, delicious, absolutely- cum, precum actually, could be. She knew it was important to the swordswoman and seeing her enter such a trance made her think on her feet. She then removed her own panties, already ruined and now declared useless.

As a result, her enormous bust was finally unveiled. They likely held the same mass as Lyria, but they had much more of a sag to them. It wasn’t in a way where they simply flattened out over her body like most, it was as if much of her titfat had sunken down towards the lower portion of her boob. They almost had a teardrop shape to them. The unfortunate reality is that many Hyper womens’ bodies don’t develop into a universally attractive shape. But in a sense their teardrop shape almost made them seem larger than they would have otherwise. Not that Gran cares. It was an interesting shape, but the most important fact was they were Narmaya’s. And currently they seemed to have droplets of sweat scattered about on them. She also had very puffy areolas herself, but the small slit on them revealed her nipples were inverted. The shy nubs were slowly coming out to play as her arousal began to spike. Gran found himself salivating at it.

His sweaty cock slowly got larger, becoming more erect. It came closer and closer to Narmaya as it enlarged, until she was able to reach out and touch it, mouth agape. She walked closer, entranced by it as she lifted it up to gauge its weight. Eventually, the head of it, nearly as large as her own head, was right in front of her face. A bead of pre shot out of its barrel, forming and collecting itself before it dripped down the underside of his trunk before it hit her hand. She took it towards her face, with Gran’s pillar resting between her naked breasts. She still hadn’t registered her number being removed by Lyria, all her attention on the massive cum pipe before her.

She lifted up her pre-riddled hand to her mouth, and began to taste it. It should have been revolting, the taste of it was so strange, yet not offensive… and her hand was already clean of cum, and that somehow offended her that she wasn’t covered in cum yet. Thankfully, the fountain of cum was quite productive, and more ball slop continued to flow.

Narmaya got the strange idea to plant a kiss upon his cock’s slit. So she did. She simply started making out with Gran’s cockslit, lapping up pre as it flowed out. Gran’s knees began to weaken, forcing him to fall back and sit on the edge of the other bed. But Narmaya would be damned if she let go of her favorite slab of fuckmeat, so she went down on her knees while passionately sucking and licking at the font of virility before her.

Lyria was a little dejected. Granted, it was Narmaya’s first time with Gran, but Lyria was just sitting by as Gran’s cockhead was being toyed with. Sure, she felt all the pleasure that he felt, but she didn’t want to only sit there. So she took to the rest of Gran’s cock, and decided to mess with it. She bumped one of her breasts against it, and got an idea. She grabbed the underside of her right breast, heaved it up, and placed it on the other side of his cock. Then, as she hung a tit on each side of it, she hugged her arms around her cleavage… well, as best she should anyways, and began to pump. Thankfully, between the sweat she and Gran were making, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

In fact, judging from the massive feedback loop she just stuck herself in, it was just what Gran wanted. And of course, with her bending down like this, butt sticking out, he could see her puffy peach between her asscheeks. Despite being stretched to its very limits just the night prior, it was still as small and tight as new. He felt a little bad about not doing anything for Lyria. So he stuck a finger in. The feedback loop only intensified at this, and neither of them realized through all the pleasure running through their minds when Gran had shoved his entire fist in down to his wrist.

This all, of course, caused more precum to flow out. Narmaya had no chance of keeping up with production, so between all that she could swallow she became absolutely smothered in thick, slimy precum. There was hardly a corner of her beyond her back that wasn’t covered in her new gooey treat. The three of them sat there, blissfully enraptured in their foreplay. Narmaya was on the verge of an orgasm from all the hot and steamy action she engrossed herself in. Lyria started a puddle with how much she was squirting, despite the fact that by this point it had only been a minute. And of course, Gran, despite the immense will he possessed and strength of mind, having these two beauties, in all their voluptuousness and heft, service him in this way ensured he could not last long.

Gran was able to, somehow between the overwhelming brainwaves and his own grunts of pleasure, get some words out of his mouth. “I-I’m cumming, Narmaya!”

Unfortunately, Narmaya was too engrossed between her own brain fog and her hot treat dispenser to properly register it all. She did catch her name, though. She couldn’t possibly part her lips and tongue from his cock head, but she did manage to straighten her eyes out and look at Gran. Lyria could feel how close Gran was before he said it, so she went right next to Narmaya knowing just what was about to happen. She saw the bulge of his first cumshot rocket up towards the end of the tunnel, right into Narmaya’s welcoming mouth.

Well, what could fit did. She thought it was simply more pre, so she instinctively swallowed to ensure she could get it all. She got a bunch of it, but as soon as she swallowed it more completely filled her mouth and the rest splat across her face. The draph backed off with a pop as her lips’ suction was broken. Immediately the next rope shot her in the face and completely drenched her head. She aimed it lower, with it beginning to hit her cleavage. It came in seamless waves, never stopping but having spikes of semen shot as it painted her completely. But Gran wasn’t letting up and Lyria managed to grab the cockhead herself, finally getting herself a nice white coat before she took it to her own lips and continued to swallow. She certainly made a valiant attempt, but being a first-time cocksucker herself it was hard to keep up. Nothing that wouldn’t improve with time, but she figured she was getting at least half of it in her gut (she wasn’t even close, unfortunately).

By the time he was done, the two women from the hips up were pretty much completely covered in cum, they might as well have floated about in a pool of semen, everything but their backs were pretty much entirely drenched. They eventually wiped the cum out of their eyes, cleaning up their faces by scooping the threads off and feeding off their fingers. This also happened to solve the problem of getting the cum out of their eyelids, but Lyria was sure that there was still some cum between her eyelashes. Oh well, it was pretty hot and it’d only last until she washed next.

By the time they are done, Gran speaks up.

“So, ready to get started now?”

Narmaya snapped out of her stupor and looked to Gran. “Oh, of course, I’m sorry. I got us all extremely dirty…”

At this, Lyria pulled her in for a reassuring hug… and smashing both of their cum-drenched tits together in a way neither of them would ever even hope to disapprove of. “Oh, it’s fine Narmaya! I’m sure we all enjoyed it! And besides, Gran has some more energy left in him I’m sure.”

Gran did, in fact, have some energy left, and it was slowly rising with what was displayed before him.

“Alright, Captain… I suppose it's time then…” Narmaya said as she laid down on the bed, shuffling until she layed on her side. She didn’t want her tits crushing her lungs on her back, but she didn’t want to get the bed too dirty. Two people- wait, he’s with Threo… three people, were going to be sleeping here after all. She then raised one of her crushingly thick legs up to expose her pussy. It… definitely didn’t look like Lyria’s or Threo’s. Their outer lips were very large and puffy, giving them almost a clean look. Narmaya’s, however, was a flower that bloomed to show all its petals. It was different, but not necessarily unattractive. Much about Narmaya’s body was different compared to his other lovers, and when he bears that thought in mind it's hard to be displeased.

Lyria got everyone water just in time to intercept the festivities. The room was getting very warm, and while Narmaya and Gran were already a bit sweaty from their training, the room had only gotten hotter. Lyria moved to open the window before Gran, after finishing his water, said, “You can leave it shut.”

“But isn’t it getting hot in here? You two…er, you’re covered in sweat…”

“Opening the window will just make it feel colder. We know our limits. But thanks for thinking of it.” Gran couldn’t stop himself from smiling towards the end if he tried. Lyria then moved back towards the action.

With nothing further stopping them from continuing, Gran… attempted entering. It was harder to aim it inside with a cock thicker than his thighs with a rounded head that looked much wider than what it was trying to go into. The fact that he wasn’t as hard as he could be at the moment (an issue to be rectified very soon) also did not help. One thing that did help, however, was Narmaya’s hyper vaginal tunnel. It pretty much tried to grab Gran’s log and swallow it whole as soon as it touched against her lower lips. For once in her life, she felt like she could accept the Hyper body she was born with. Sure, the giant flopping tits and massive clapping cheeks were a distraction to everyone in a fight, but were she not a Hyper, it simply wouldn’t be possible for her to take this. If she wasn’t this way, there would be no way she could ever take Gran in this way.

A slight stopping, followed by a fast push inwards interrupted her thoughts. Never before had her cervix been penetrated, and her body felt electrified once it dug into her womb. Gran’s third leg was bulging out her stomach, a visible, constant reminder of just how thoroughly he was practically rearranging her insides. Then her cum-stuffed stomach bulged out even more as his precum began to slowly bloat her womb. It had gotten to the point where it was actually beginning to slowly lift her left tit, which sat there covering her abdomen until her cumflated gut began to push it up to make room for the giant bag of undercooked baby batter her slim waist was transformed into.

Lyria decided to join in and perform her second favorite duty: servicing the last portion of Gran’s cock that had unfortunately not been able to fit. See as he was standing up in more ways than one, she hopped up on the portion of the bed that lay between Gran and Narmaya and began to grind herself against it, getting it soaked in her juices as she rocked back and forth. This also treated Gran to the glorious view of her round, smooth butt. They wiggled and wobbled as she went back and forth, and before he knew it his hands moved off of Narmaya’s warm thigh.

Lyria felt a sharp smack on her enormous left asscheek as Gran began to grope and knead, squeezing and massaging it to her immense delight. She let out a deep, passionate moan, straight from the bottom of her heart, as he reached deeper and deeper into her assfat. She found a side of her she had yet to discover (or at least acknowledge, she always loved the sensual heavy petting they did before), and absolutely loved it to-

Her world came crashing down when her worst fear (at the time) became reality: he took his hand off her cheek and went back to Narmaya’s thighs. Sure, they were meaty in their own right, but they couldn’t be nearly as soft and squeezable as her butt! Could they be? … no, they feel much too dense with muscle. Narmaya did appreciate the extra bit of attention though- no, wait, that’s just another orgasm. Though it wouldn’t have hurt, Lyria supposed.

Well, this was supposed to be Narmaya’s time right? She was just trying to help speed Gran along, and maybe help herself on the side. But her ass felt so… naked then. Sure it was as bare as could be, but not having his hand on it made her butt feel… incomplete. Like some regret she’d never be able to forget. She looked back at Gran from over her shoulder, the effort he gave and pleasure he received twisting his face into something… weirdly cute. He did manage to see her face, donned with a sad pout, nearly begging for more attention.

So he brought a hand down once again…

And sharply struck her other cheek, open palm.

…

Lyria couldn’t handle it. That’s the last thought, not even complete in her head, that she processed before everything went white. Being spanked by the love of her life was apparently the thing that pleased her the most, beyond being stuffed with his cock. Hopefully later today she could get him to do both? At least until they both went unconscious.

Well, speaking of consciousness, she lost the consciousness required to stay upright. She fell forwards, and is basically using Narmaya’s body as a body pillow, her head pulled right into Narmaya’s gargantuan tit.

(Un)Fortunately for Gran, the mind-shattering orgasm that just ripped through Lyria was registering in his mind as well, and he couldn’t hold himself back for very long. He was very much trying to hold himself back, though. He wanted this moment to last a bit longer, primarily because he wanted to keep his endurance up for what would eventually be his 3 wives. But between everything that Lyria was feeling and everything between him and Narmaya, he just couldn’t last any longer.

Everything he had erupted from out of his cock and right into Narmaya’s hungry womb, immediately causing a noticeable increase in its already inflated size. It only continued to increase its radius, pushing upwards and outwards as her eyes rolled into the back of her fuck-frazzled head. Lyria had managed to pull enough of herself together to participate again, and she started by holding her hands and sucking on Narmaya’s teats. Eventually the woman’s expanding gut touched her own, and continued to fill even more and squish around Lyria’s form.

She eventually had to move, however: the bladeswoman’s treat was blowing her up so much that Lyria would have been pushed off the edge of the bed. The large yoga ball of smooth tummy and creamy semen had grown larger than her breasts, rising and falling with her heated breath. She laid there, eyes eventually closed as sleep took over.

Gran couldn’t help but admire his handiwork, with Narmaya laying down, drenched in a cocktail of sweat and jizz. Resting on the bed, with a content smile on her sleeping features. Gran couldn’t help but wonder how long she might have wanted something like this. Lyria wasn’t in a much better state, the only real differences were that she was awake and that she had a very empty womb. The latter of which she wanted changed fast. Thankfully, Gran still had enough in the tank to try and-

“Hey, buddy! Dinner’s ready in 30 minutes!”

… Oh shit, this was the afternoon wasn’t it…

Chapter Text

Dinner was about as exciting as usual. The vibrant feeling of several people, all from different walks of life, sitting down in the large mess hall and enjoying food and company, was a special thing that she loved about being on the Grandcypher. She saw it grow from a small band of heroic travelers to a mighty and varied company, ranging from the short harvins and the tall draphs, the small time ranger and the keeper of all peace in the cosmos, the bookish librarian to the hogwild gearcycle gang leader, the numerous divine generals and secret agents, it feels nearly impossible to have happened at all.

And here Io was, reminiscing in the occasional feeling of pride she had in the crew. Seeing the crew grow over the years was one of the greatest joys she’s had while traveling with Gran. The years have treated their crew well. Plenty of adventures, amazing crewmates, stunning scenery, and plenty of (unfortunately) eventful vacations.

Though, the years have also treated Io kindly as well. She was a young girl when she first accompanied Gran and company to defeat Colossus and free her master from its control. Yet now she was an adult herself, pactbound to Rose Queen, wielding the staff her mother made, and standing by his side the whole ride, all the ups and downs. There was no darkness she could not bring the light to, thanks to her magical prowess, Gran’s strength, and a weirdly high number of summons from this strange horse-looking primal. And here she sat, a woman, an adult, still aboard the ship that nearly gave her everything. Sitting quietly, scooping soup into her mouth, and adjusting the enormous, dress-ruining, ever-jiggling vastness of soft, smooth boobage.

Yeah, like a surprising number among the crew, she was also a Hyper. It really was strange that so many of the crew were Hypers… Actually, probably not given that Gran, their leader, was a Hyper himself and made sure that the ship and crew were accommodating of that. She didn’t have it nearly as bad as many of her crewmates. Just a couple of massive funbags that she would kick if she wasn’t careful. They weren’t physically as large as say Threo’s, Rosetta’s, or Galleon’s, but on her shorter frame they seemed quite larger. They were probably about head size when she first joined the crew, but as she became an adult they blossomed to the point where her torso is completely blocked from the front. She didn’t have that large of an ass either, but still a bit larger than most others’. Clearly Hyper size, but not as large as most Hypers whose asses were affected. But it could be worse. She wasn’t an upfront fighter, and the constant bouncing around would be a much worse problem if she needed to keep moving. But she had long since come to terms with her growth. Most people welcomed it, in fact. They took it as a sign of her personal growth and journey to maturity. Sure, they may not entirely be wrong, but she could really lose the big hanging distractions.

But that's besides the point. It was a wonder to see the crew grow to the strength it is today. She felt like she didn’t have the biggest impact on it, but seeing it grow from almost nothing to almost everything was a sight to behold. So much had happened along the way as well, to the point where she had thought she had seen it all.

Well, that is until Narmaya came in and ate about triple the food she normally ate. “Thought,” as in past tense, was the operative word.

The draph was simply sitting there, merrily digging into the numerous plates before her. The Grandcypher’s kitchen was well-staffed and well-stocked, so Io was sure there was no issue with anyone getting seconds or thirds, but to see Narmaya uncharacteristically eating so much did take Io aback somewhat. She knew the swordswoman well enough, at least she thought, but this was unusual for her in many ways. She would eventually devour the entire array of delectables before her, nearly cleaned already with how thorough she was with her consumption.

And now that the sources of those sweet and savory fragrances have departed, the small magician couldn’t help but notice a peculiar smell about her. It was a strange mixture of sweat and… something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Io had seen Gran and Narmaya sparring earlier that day, perhaps she was sweaty from all the training? But she would have ample time to shower while Gran had taken a nap, as he said to explain his late appearance to dinner. And it doesn’t explain the other strange smell that seemed to be mixed with it, something that was causing a strange, faint fluttering sensation in her gut and raised her body temperature. Not to mention why Narmaya sat near Io, who always sat relatively far from the center of the cafeteria and with little company to enjoy her meal in some semblance of peace.

An oblivious little girl would have dismissed this a few minutes ago. But Io was smarter, older, and far more experienced than that. Most of the “small details” she would have missed on many missions usually turned out to be very crucial on her many adventures, and there was just enough going on to get her mind fixated on it, racking her magnificent mind as to what is happening. The only other outlying things that she knows happened recently was Threo arriving recently from some sudden journey to get stronger, Cagliostro and Threo fighting over something or other at breakfast, Catura having to take a nap several hours earlier than usual, a hole in the ships deck likely caused by a Hyper, Gran taking a nap after training and being late for dinner, and Threo clinging to him much more than usual recently. Catura’s incident is likely irrelevant, though she may have caused the hole on the deck since she’s rather infamous even among the many Hypers for it. Threo’s been acting up a little bit since she got back, but at the same time Threo is a woman very much ruled by her impulsiveness and naive nature. It could all be completely unrelated, but Threo seemed to be the one most unusual recently. Cagliostro is fairly observant, but also secretive, but she likely isn't malicious enough be plott-

Her thought process is suddenly interrupted by Narmaya coming back with a few plates of dessert. A couple slices of cherry pie and several squares of chocolate cake, seemingly just made fresh by Lowain and his bros. Narmaya was no stranger to sweets, but it all seemed like she was eating enough for multiple people. It got Io’s interest.

“Hey, uh, Narmaya? Is everything ok?”

The draph woman perked up at her, up until recently, silent dinner partner and quickly swallowed the cake left in her mouth.

“Erm, yes? Why do you ask, Io?”

“Well, you’re eating enough for a stable of horses, that’s why!- I mean, it’s okay and all, it just seems a little out of the ordinary…”

Narmaya’s eyes darted to either side before fixating back on Io. “Oh, uhh… I just skipped lunch earlier. I… lost track of time before it was time to spar with Gran…”

The pauses were not lost on Io. “Okay, then… Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?”

“I don’t know, it kinda smells like sweat, but not quite. I don't know how to describe it.”

Narmaya’s eyes widened just a little when she brought up sweat. “Oh, that’s because I, uh, trained a bit myself after Gran was done, and then time got away from me, and then… I just felt really hungry, and uh… now we’re here!”

Well, Io passed by the deck on the way here and didn’t see Narmaya, and she got here before the draph woman, but Narmaya didn’t need to know that. But Io did realize that Narmaya was stressing over something, definitely hiding something, but Io figured it’d be good to give her an out.

“Jeez, Narmaya, you’re making me worry. Please try and take better care of yourself! You’re one of the first ones to join us, I don’t wanna see you passing out one day because you didn’t eat!”

And Narmaya, wanting out of the conversation, picked up on her out and went with it. “Oh, sorry then, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. Honest!”

With that the horned woman said her goodbyes and took her plates to the dish carousel, leaving Io to think.

The young mage stood up to take her own empty plates over to the carousel, looking to the ground in thought. Obviously something is up with Gran, but it’s hard to ask him in case it’s something involving him. Him eating with Lyria, Threo, Galleon and the Lowain brothers doesn’t make it much better. The only people she can think of where things might be weird would be for Narmaya, Threo, Gran, and-

Io suddenly is sent to the ground by a surprisingly plush force, plates and silverware, and not just her own, scattering across the ground. As she recovers and begins to pick them up, she sees the wild Eternal, Threo, also grabbing things. Well, that was 2 weeks she went without a boob collision. At least, unlike Catura, Threo isn’t so lethargic that she needs help getting up.

“Sorry Threo, I should have been looking. Are you ok?”

The warrior, completely unfazed by their accident, tilted her head in confusion. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Are YOU ok?”

“Yeah, just… never mind.”

“Aw, cmon! What’s the problem? Something’s got you down or something, I can tell!” She said gleefully.

“... I guess… Is something wrong with Narmaya? Something seemed off about her?”

“OH! Yeah she’s- wait, I’m supposed to keep that secr- uh… never mind! I’m suuure she’s fine! Totally!”

Io’d have to be blind to not read her like a book there.

“Well, you can tell me anyway! I can keep a secret, right?”

“... Alright!”

They put their collected dishes away and walked out of the cafeteria together. Now was Io’s time to question the naive Eternal.

“So, Narmaya?”

“No, I’m Threo, remember?...”

…

“Uh- Oh right! The thing!”

Io gave a sarcastic nod to push her a bit further. “So what is it?”

“Ok, so don’t tell anyone, but Narmaya’s actually pregnant!”

wat.

“... but she’s a Hyper? How can she get pregnant?”

“Ok, so some disease is going around, I think? That’s what Cagliostro thinks, anyway. And it can let Hyper girls get cubs! Gran already have me and Narmaya some, but I don’t-”

“Woah woah- slow down! You AND Narmaya? And Gran did all this? When??”

Threo’s eyes looked skywards for a moment. “Uh… like, in the past day or so? Narmaya was just this afternoon, I was like, late at night-”

“GRAN!? Like, our captain? Mostly think of fighting, saving people, running the crew, that captain?”

“Yeah! Pretty dang great at it too!”

TMI. But more importantly, this is a lot of major info coming at Io all at once! If she wasn’t such a great mind, she’d miss so much here trying to process it all!
“So, why? And how did you all find out there’s some ‘disease’ going around the ship?”

“Oh, we found out after Gran gave me those pups I asked for.”

“So you just… asked him to get you pregnant, and he just… did?”

“... Yeah, pretty much!”

……

I needed a minute.

“Ok, I uh… got some things to do today, so-”

“Oh, ok! See ya!”

And there she went.

And Io was headed to her room, in need of a nap.

… …

She left her room, melon-sized breasts bouncing as she went over to see him. Holding a simple box, filled with heart-shaped chocolates hand-crafted (with a little help), held shut by a ribbon tied neatly into a bow on top, she walked towards the deck.

Her love would arrive soon, from his most recent mission, and she had prepared. Rosetta had already given her a pep talk in advance, all that was left was to walk to him, give him his present, and tell him how she truly felt. Today was finally the day. She walked out of the ship, onto the deck, and began her approach.

There he was, but not weary from a long day of travel. He was as joyous as can be, with Lyria at this side…

…and Threo in his arms, spinning her around playfully before taking her into a hug. She leaned in closely, rubbing her nose on his side-to-side affectionately, before he broke their hold. They all walked together for a few steps before he noticed the young magician.

She was stunned, unsure of how to handle all the courage she mustered, the dreams she cherished, the feelings she held dormant so long,

completely shattered, only woken up by a single voice calling to her:

“Oh, are those for me? Thanks, Io!”

She accepted a hug in a daze, weakly replying, letting him continue his oblivious merriments.

… …

A gentle nudge woke her from her nap. Io sat up, and tear-sprinkled eyes met the calm azure of her bonded companion.

Rosetta looked down to her, and climbed up on the bed, quickly becoming cramped. The primal’s own Hyper figure took up a lot of room by the headboard, until Io could rest her head on her greatest friend’s bosom.

“A nightmare?”

“Basically.”

“Well, do you want to talk about it?”

“... no, but there is something I… actually-”

“Don’t. Just tell me, dear. What’s troubling you?”

After a moment of hesitation, Io regaled her friend the tale that Threo spun before her.

“... and what will you do?”

“Hmm?”

“What will you do? If you asked me… Gran’s either a welcoming charmer or the greatest pervert… but I think we both know Gran a little too well to think he did this maliciously.

How do you feel about it?”

“... I’m mad, but I don't know why. Or… I’m mad, but I feel like I shouldn’t be… I don’t know…”

They sat in silence for a long time. The Rose Queen gently ran slim, dainty fingers through rainbow twintails as they sat quietly, deep in thought and each other’s company.

…

“So what will you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just thinking… either Gran has something of an open relationship you could get into, or he needs a close friend to give him a real talking-to.”

“And why is the first part important?”

“Because I know that you still harbor feelings for him, too. And if he’s still taking girls in… Do you see what I mean?”

“Like… join them?”

“... It may be unusual, but I doubt the bonds they all have can be severed easily, and I don’t want you wallowing around, never finding love because the one love you’ve ever had went to someone else.”

“I wouldn’t end up like that…”

“We both know you would. Spending every day of your skyfaring life with him, all the adventures you shared, all that won’t simply go away. And if you leave for something- or someone else, you know it would never feel the same.”

Io contemplated her words for a moment.

“Fine, I’ll at least go talk to him then. But why are you pushing me to do this all of a sudden?”

“... because I want you to be happy, Io. And I’m sure you can at least feel somewhat happy if you confront this.”

“... and you?”

“What about me?”

Io gave her a slightly frustrated pout as she looked up. Rosetta’s loving smile fell just the slightest amount.

“This isn’t about me, Io.”

“But-” yet a sole gloved finger was placed on Io’s soft lips.

“Just go, Io.”

After another moment of silence, Io begrudgingly left.

Rosetta smiled until the young woman shut the door.

… …

Gran and Vyrn were just about to head up for the night. They were going to the rec room, with Wamdus awaiting them to play their new yet ever expanding collection of board games, along with many younger members of the crew. Then Gran would head to bed tonight, getting the girls together to talk about-

“Gran!”

He whipped his head around to see one of his most steadfast companions, striding towards him with purpose. Vyrn turned around as well.

“What’s up, Io?” asked the small dragon.

“I need to talk to you, alone. It’s important.”

“No kidding? What’s this about?”

“Sorry Vyrn, but I said ‘alone.’ Trust me, I have reasons.”

The two shared a concerned side eye, but Gran went to her. Vyrn went ahead to the rec room, and Grant followed her to a relatively distant balcony of the ship.

When they arrived at their destination, she shut the door behind them, and with a subtle incantation to stop any noise from going through the doorway. They had privacy, somehow, on this enormous and heavily populated ship.

“So, what’s this about?”

“You, Lyria, Threo and Narmaya.”

The captain immediately tensed, but remained composed.

She spoke up first, “Threo already told me. I can keep a secret, but what are you doing!? How did all this happen!? Did you want this kind of thing to happen!?”

Gran was taken aback by it all, before he closed his eyes, sighed, and leaned back on the railing.

“It’s just… Threo wanted to take things a bit further… and then Lyria wanted in on it… and then Narmaya found out this morning, and then SHE wanted in… it’s…”

Io waited a second. “So they all approached YOU about it?”

Gran nodded.

Io paused for a moment. “So why did you not think any of this was weird?”

“Because on Zinkenstill, it was… normal for uh, people to… get together like that… but I knew… that, it wasn’t like that anywhere else. So I just… left everything be.”

“So now a couple girls come onto you a little strongly, and you let yourself into their panties like that?”

Gran waited, then nodded.

“... then I want in.”

“Huh?”

“I. Want. In. Do I have to spell it out?”

“No, just…”

“Thought I was gonna get you in trouble after the interrogation?”

“Well yeah, but… wouldn’t be the first time today I got in that situation…” he saw the confused look on her face. “... Narmaya.”

“... Got it.”

The two paused.

“So, now that that’s all out of the way, let me say this now:”

She steps up, within arm’s distance of him now, cornering him to the railing.

“I love you, Gran…”

He hung his head.

“... I… already knew.”

Now Io was taken aback.

… …

He had just put Threo down back onto the deck when he saw her, shocked and heartbroken. She wouldn’t be the only girl to ever hold feelings for him, but being the second to try was catastrophic for her. Gran’s smile faltered as he scrambled, trying to figure out the situation, until he figured it out.

“Oh, are those for me? Thanks, Io!”

He hugged her with faked excitement, hoping that at least this could provide one of his most cherished crew members some consolation for her broken heart. He cared for her, and had things gone differently could have loved her, but now this was the best he could do.

… …

“Huh?”

Gran faced away from her, arms braced on the balcony, deep in thought.

“I knew. It’s just… This whole situation… I don’t know how to handle it.”

Io went beside him, looking at his troubled expression.

“I know… A lot of people in the crew- they… care for me like that. And I… I don’t know how to, like… respond to anything.”

“So how long did you know?”

“... No clue. The signs were- they were kinda there, here and there, but on valentines…”

“But you-”

“Yeah, I know. But when I saw you there… I already had a, a reputation for being… muscle-headed, and naive, and young, so I just…acted like the, the numbskull people thought I was, I guess.”

“But you’re not-”

“I know! Just…”

He buried his face into his hands, and she placed a caring hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, just… need to find the words…

I was never that great at talking anyway.”

“Is that why Vyrn or Lyria usually talk for you?”

He nodded. “And now… with the thing with Threo and Narmaya… I can’t help but feel at times that… that I messed up…

What if they hate me for this later? Why did I do all this? Did I just get carried away? Was it really what they wanted? Did I somehow manipulate them into this? Am I a scumbag for knocking up my girlfriend and one of my best friends? How will people-”

She turned him around, and placed her lips onto this. She didn’t quite know how to kiss, and this was most certainly her first, but after a moment she pulled back and stared into this eyes:

“Stop. You wouldn’t have done this to hurt anyone. They came to you for this.”

Gran stopped his self-loathing at that. Io looked off to the mostly set sun, the only light in the mostly night sky, before looking back at him.

“Well, sounds like we need to have that talk with the other girls then. Tonight?”

“Yeah. In my quarters… Do you mind fetching Narmaya? I’ll get Threo and Lyria.”

With that, Io nodded as they both departed.

… …

And so, Gran and 4 ridiculously busty women were all in his room. It was almost comical if not for the context and emotions surrounding them all. He sat with Lyria at his side, Threo behind him with her head resting on his shoulder and breasts squished against his back, and Narmaya and Io sitting across from him on Lyria’s bed. Everything was clean, thankfully, though Gran noted before dinner that these spare sheets may not last very long if things continued.

The awkward pause was broken by Gran.

“So, everyone’s here. I just wanted to… talk about, well… everything with all of us.”

Narmaya spoke up. “I understand, as it's been very quick and all… but why is Io here? Did you uh… bring her in too?”

The twintailed mage replied, “Er, no, but I want to be involved… but from what I’ve heard, and what sounds right, this talk needs to happen.”

The Eternal opened her mouth quickly, “What’s to talk about? Is this about sex? Oh! Are we all about to mate togeth-” only to be shut by Gran’s hand, stopping it in its tracks.

“Anyway… so as far as we know, both Threo and Narmaya are pregnant because of… our, uh, ‘activities.’ Firstly, do both of you feel fine?”

“Oh, yes, I feel fine! Though I think it all got me a bit… peckish, at dinner, though…”

“I’ll say…” Io rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“Well I feel better than ever!”

Gran nodded a couple times. “Good, then. I didn’t want anyone feeling, uh, worse because of it. B-but more importantly, are you both ok with this? Because this does have… serious consequences.”

Threo beat Narmaya to the punch this time, “Well, yeah! How else am I supposed to get stronger?”

“I don’t think this will really make you much stronger, I just thought…”

“But hey, we were gonna have pups eventually, right? And it’s not like the crew is bad financially…”

Wouldn’t Draph kids be more like calves? Io thought.

“Alright. No regrets?”

“None! If anything, I regret not doing this sooner!”

Lyria leaned into Threo, giving her half a hug. The boob contact did not go unnoticed by her, or Gran for that matter, as his arm was caught in the cleavage. Then the girl in blue piped up,

“What about you, Narmaya?”

The swordswoman shifted left and right sheepishly, “Well… I’m happy. I don’t think I’ll like helping the crew less, but… even if I have to raise the baby myself, I’ll love it. Having an adorable child, especially one from the one love of my life, to dote on over the years sounds like it’ll be amazing.”

Gran looked right to her, “Ok, but no one here is raising kids by themselves. I’m the father, I have this crew, and I could never let myself let any of you bear that alone. If it gets bad, I’ll figure something out.”

Narmaya blushed only the slightest amount on hearing it, as if somehow falling in love all over again.

Gran looked to the last woman in the room. “And you? Are you-”

“I want this.”

Gran was taken aback by her interruption, but let her speak.

“I want this. I want you. I don’t think it's an exaggeration to say I always have. I know no one else will make me feel the same as you do, and I’m not giving up on a future with you again. Even if I have to share it, even if it doesn't last very long, even if somehow the worst happens and- … point is, you’re not scaring me out of this. Besides, knowing you, you’ll give it your all and more to make sure everyone here is happy.”

“Well of course!”

Threo jumped up a bit, now smothering Gran with her cleavage as she stood on her knees behind him to speak to the rest. “Then, what else is there to talk about? Everyone’s fine, everyone’s sharing, no one doesn’t like anything, Gran is here for us, what else is there to talk about?”

The excitement on her face was evident for all, and the Eternal seemed to really want to get on with whatever would happen afterwards. But unfortunately for her, Io thought of something.

“What about other girls? Like, are we ok with letting anyone else in on it?”

Threo sat back down, allowing Gran to breathe. Lyria leaned forward,

“I’m fine with it, at least. We’re already sharing at this point, so why not have more people?”

“In case ‘a few’ becomes ‘a few hundred!’ I mean, we should all know that a lot of girls are vying for Gran’s attention, and I’m sure some of them will want a little ‘souvenir’ from him.”

He leaned forward himself, and now Threo was pretty much laying on top of him. “I can have some self control!”

“You tried breeding 3 girls in 1 day, Gran. Your track record says otherwise. As soon as a pretty Hyper girl confesses her love to you and asks for your babies, you go all crazy and knock her up then and there!”

Narmaya seemed to take offense. “Hey, that’s not true! After we talked, we went right to his room to… uh… never mind…”

Gran hung his head in defeat. “Alright, I’ll try and exercise some self control if everyone is ok with more joining in. That fine, Io?”

“I hope so, cuz I’m one of the ‘joining in!’”

Lyria chimed in. “Well, what if we say they need permission from us? Like, if most of us are ok with someone joining, they can?”

“Fine by me, anyone else object to that?”

The room was silent for a moment.

“Well, good, so is everyone ok with me joining?”

Everyone nodded, and Lyria said, “Well, welcome, Io!”

Threo started bouncing up and down behind Gran. “Ok, can we do fun stuff nooow?? I wanna take my shirt off, it’s getting sweaty!”

Everyone was either sighing or shaking their heads in disbelief.

Gran stood up, leaving Threo to sit on her knees on the bed. “Well, I think tonight should be Io’s night. What happens tomorrow or anytime in the future we should talk about tomorrow… But now, almost everyone looks tired so I think we should rest.”

Eventually, Threo and Narmaya left, leaving Gran, Io, and Lyria in the room.

“Uh, Lyria? Aren’t you going too?”

The girl was taken aback.

“Huh? … Oh, I mean… I was here with everyone else…”

Io then looked to Gran, surprise completely taking her features, “You mean all the sex you’ve had is threesomes?”

“No! Not all of it! Me and Lyria did it by ourselves after…”

An awkward silence followed Io’s deadpan, only interrupted by her palm smacking her face. But eventually Gran stopped scratching the back of his head and Lyria pulled her crimson blush out of her hands, and Io spoke, “Well, can I ask why you’re always involved?”

“It’s just… no one’s able to take, uh, all of it and… I just… like… helping?”

“Like, as in you just want to or do you, er, ‘get off’ on it?”

“... both?”

“I… didn’t think you were the type, Lyria…”

“N-no, you’re wrong! It’s our Life Link! I feel everything he feels, and he feels everything I feel!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

Io thinks for a moment. “Alright… Gran, can you please shut the window before we start, uh, ‘making noise?’”

He nods, and he gets up to do so. As he is turned around, Io sends a hand over to Lyria’s chest and aggressively gropes the puffy circle of her massive left teat through her shirt, causing her to jump slightly and her blush to deepen. At the same time, Gran himself gets started and places a hand on his left pec, and knees wobble for a moment.

He still goes to shut the window, though.

“Alright, so, uh, I guess we should start undressing, then…”

And they all, slowly and shyly, began to disrobe. Lyria’s was pretty simple, she just grabbed the hem (at her sides, as the front was too cumbersome to grab the edge) and lifted up, revealing the heft of her breasts and their massive pink circles and small little nubs constantly in danger of being swallowed up by their plush moat. And she was done, naked as the day she was born (supposedly).

Io took a tad longer. Her dress had a few strings to undie and she wanted to fold it up nicely, but eventually her dress was neatly folded and set aside on the other bed, leaving her in a blue Hyper-grade bra and panties.

“Uh, Io? You might want to move that into a drawer or something.”

“Why? What’s wrong with the bed? Are we using this one?”

Gran had finished disrobing at this point, belt pulled, pants lazily dropped, shirt taken off and it all shoved underneath the bed. “No. I’m just a bit, uh…”

Io looked to the speaker, to be met with a rising pillar of masculine meat, already starting to dribble with thick pre, aimed nearly directly at her. Each throb of his growing erection was met with a change of angle and length, until it was close enough for her to gaze at the head in shock.

“... messy…”

She moved her arm closer to her chest defensively. Sure, this is what she wanted, but not quite going how she thought it would go. Maybe an argument, hopefully they get together, then they go to a room and work out the tension and passion all lovey-dovey, possibly with a little reminder of him to bring her joy until they grow up.

Then it became a dramatic assuring pep talk, a get together, seeing a side of all of her friends she’d never seen, and being intimidated by a cock large enough to cause her injury if she isn’t careful. Thankfully, Gran was everything she wanted in a boy (minus the knuckle-headedness), and Lyria’s mere presence was awakening nearly every gay fantasy she’d ever held.

Oh, and Lyria was here. That was also unexpected.

It was difficult. On one hand, she knew the girl from close to day 1 and they’ve stayed strong friends since. It’s a tough pill to swallow having to acknowledge that Lyria not only has a libido, but also a threesome fetish and some of the most sensitive, overgrown, smooth, jiggly, wobbly, beautiful boobs she had ever seen. They also had a bonus of being attached to not only an amazing ass ripe for spanking and groping and all kinds of shenanigans, but also the cutest blushing face of a dear friend. Io nearly cursed herself for developing an interest in both sexes, as she had effectively lost all control in front of them both.

She blamed Rosetta.

And suddenly her hand was drenched in something. She looked down.

Cum.

No, pre-cum, actually. He definitely wasn’t cumming yet, yet it was still thick and gooey enough to make it nearly indistinguishable. Except perhaps by the amount, as this fraction of a wad far surpassed a normal man’s typical output. Jeez, what was his cum like then? Was it going to be thicker? Would it taste better? Wait, what did it taste like?

She tentatively raised the hand to her lips, and took a lick.

… Well, she wouldn’t want to eat a ton of the stuff. It was… alright. Mostly salty, a tad bitter aftertaste, weirdly sweet as well. She kept licking though, but weirdly she stopped feeling her tongue on her hand-

Oh, she’s currently fellating his cocktip to get more dick syrup, that’s why. And now she cannot get the overpowering flavor and fragrance of hyper cock out of her mouth. She stepped back, and was now a sexy Io cake with a healthy layer of precum frosting all over her large breasts. Now that her slop-thirsty stupor had ended, Gran and her made eye contact, before he looked over to a masturbating Lyria, rubbing her puffy folds in one hand and playing with a tingly breast in another.

He spoke up, “Any idea what you wanna do first?”

“Well… I have an idea…” Io said, a grin growing on her features, she pushed the log of cock aside, and began to kiss him. As he kissed back, she slowly ran a finger up and down the base of his man meat and eventually pushed him to the bed. This caused his mast to raise skyward, balls hanging off the edge as he laid down. She grabbed each breast in hand, wrapped his dick in her cleavage…

… and struggled to figure out where to go from there. She tried to wrap her arms around her chest, but then she was grabbing a hold of nearly her whole bust and lifting a ton of weight, which meant whatever she was doing wouldn’t last long or would need a lot of breaks for her arms to recover. She tried to grab the base of it, but then she lost some tension on the cock, and at that point there wasn’t as much sensation for him. Oh well, it’d have to do.

And then she started rubbing up and down and up and down, loving the heat she was building up from the friction and blood rushing. She was almost getting off on it, and Gran seemed to be enjoying it too, at the very least. The more she rubbed, the more pre seemed to erupt. And now it was all getting into her hair, and her hands were currently occupied with the oversized titfuck that was currently sending tidal waves through her brain with all the sensations and precum flying through the air.

It was going pretty well. And it kept going well. So well, in fact, that Lyria couldn’t help herself and lept in to contribute. She took a seat across Io, buck naked herself, and wrapped her own oversized pair around the upper end of his cock. Grabbing her tits by her fat nips, she didn’t just rub it up and down, but varying how much pressure she was using, twisting and turning them, every possible form of movement she could do. Was it more effective? It didn’t matter, her imagination was running as wild as the proportions involved, and not only were the sensations in her tits driving her insane, but the life link feedback from Gran’s cock was only intensifying further.

With all this, Gran couldn’t hold his breath even if he was physically able to. But at the moment he couldn’t, because Io’s seat across Io happened to be right on his face. But he wasn’t exactly an idle lover, and being presented with Lyria’s pussy in such a manner was not something he’d let go to waste. He started eating her out like it was second nature at this point, and if it wasn’t now it would soon be, but she appreciated it regardless. Juices began to run and her moans somehow managed to intensify as he continued his assault between her thighs.

A few minutes later, the massive volcano poking out between the mountains had begun to erupt, with sperm salvos landing everywhere on and around the trio of lovers, leaving them all completely covered, with the exception of Gran, since he had a girl and another pair of tits covering him.

This lasted for at least a minute, with the bed caked in a decently thick layer of sperm when everyone came to. Io had to wipe the jizz out of her eyes to see the carnage that was made. If it wasn’t for the moonlight coming in giving the dimly lit room some definition, she would have just been seeing white and the walls. Well, that was a lie. She could see Gran too, amidst the sea of white. And, uh, Lyria’s hair a bit? That was kinda it. Everything else is just jizz.

She was just laying down over Gran’s lower half, ragged breath warming the base of his pillar as her head rested on her pillowy left breast. She gave it a quick smooch and stood back up.

“Ok, so that was… fun…”

Gran and Lyria nodded in unison. Lyria currently looked and felt like a frosted cake as she wiped away the cum and fed it to herself. Gran tapped her butt a couple times as a way to tell her to get off of him. While he was technically suffocating under her mountainous cheeks, it wasn’t quite a position he wanted to get out of in a hurry and he’s held his breath for longer with little issue.

He got, breath heaving, and sat up by the headrest, cock jutting straight out, and looked over to Io, who wordlessly understood what he was going for.

She got down on all fours, presenting a very fuckable pussy to Gran, before backing up. She reached a hand back to guide it inside her, and then leaned back.

It was not as difficult as it looked, it just took time for any pussy to get used to Gran’s cock. If fireworks were going off in her head when they were messing around earlier this was just several explosions turning the sky red. It was a lot to take in, and it required all of the willpower she had left to not make the most obvious joke in the world when that thought popped up in her head.

She had to stop repeatedly to regain her sense of control. Gran was trying to let her tackle it at her own pace, which she greatly appreciated. Whenever she backed up, she had to pause, then back up more, then pause, and so on and so forth. It seemed so easy, but as she kept going she had a harder time catching her breath as more sensory input came crashing in.

She came around the one-thirds mark, the moment her cervix welcomed Gran in, and wanting to make more progress she went back too far too quickly. Fluids gushed back towards gran as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Arms wobbly and mind regained - 5 minutes later mind you - she went back to trying to take more of the monster behind her, step by step.

She didn’t even fully notice it when she finally got as much of it inside her as she could, not fully capable of taking it all in as she wanted. She was practically titfucking herself with how deep her stomach bulge was. She looked back, realized what was happening, looked to Gran, and took a deep breath.

“Well, it’s in.”

She caught her breath more before something surprised her. Up until this point, she was able to take complete control, keep the pace where she liked and stay within her expanding comfort zone. It was great for her, but at this point during their intercourse, Gran didn’t want to just sit back and do nothing at this point.

He then started thrusting, and fairly wildly. She had gotten enough time to stretch out a bit, thankfully, but it still felt like just a bit too much too soon for Io, who couldn’t help but let out some moans as she got roughly pounded doggystyle.

She eventually came around to enjoying it as she came the second time, arms finally giving way as she collapsed down onto the bed. Her tits helped to cushion her fall, open mouth breathing heavily right into her cleavage.

Oh, Lyria was at the foot of the bed, vigorously fingering herself into a puddle of juice and moans, looking at the two in this strange act of overexaggerated fornicatio-

Oh gods they made eye contact now it was kinda awkward and now she’s getting up-

Lyria kissed her as a means of calming her down. At this point they had nothing to hide from each other and had become greater friends than they ever could have been. It was still a little weird kissing while one was getting rammed and one was rubbing themselves, but whatever. The fourth orgasm made that thought process go away. Or was it the fifth? Gods she was losing it.

And just as she lost it, so did Gran. He pumped as much as he could into her, her already distended torso inflating with seed. It swelled and swelled, growing more rotund with each passing second until it lifted her off the bed.

It was a couple minutes before Gran was done with Io. And by the end of it, she was out like a light. Too tired and cummed out to stay with them, she layed out atop her breasts and belly, not a single drop escaping her.

Gran pulled his cock out from her thoroughly deflowered snatch, and as he readied himself to get up, he saw Lyria, who had licked herself clean by this point, already on the other bed waiting for her turn.

This started Gran's new life, with many more additions to his list of lovers yet to come, the mystery of their condition to be revealed. It will take some time to unravel it all, but each step of progress promised to be very rewarding indeed.

Chapter Text

“I’m just saying we should extend the invitation! She got a gearcycle, just like us!”

“I ain’t sayin she don’t, just she ain’t as hardcore about it as us!”

“She’s gettin me hard about somethin, awright!”

“Ew, dude, gross!”

Atop the Grandcypher deck, 4 punks were gathered, with gearcycles just a few paces away, in a heated discussion about a certain guest they were made aware of.

The first speaker was Killa Taiga, a large draph man dressed in slick leather and dark shades, was advocating for inviting one of the Grandcypher’s crew to one of their night time rides. 

The second speaker was a younger erune, who was mainly here to help out their leader. He felt that inviting her along would ruin the fun because not only was she not as open about her gearcycling, but also because bringing a girl along would ruin what used to be a boy’s night out. 

The third speaker, a human and oldest among the group, was way too onboard with her joining the crew. The reasons for which were obvious if given the proper context.

The fourth speaker was Tsubasa, their leader. An older teen with a school uniform covered in a leather jacket, with a prominent blonde pompadour.

“You can’t say stuff like that here, man! Lotsa Hypers work on this crew, and a lot of them are wicked chill!”

“What? I’m not gonna say it in fronna her! The cow’ll make great company!”

Tsubasa exaggeratedly put his foot forward and leaned towards the human, very much in his face,

“She ain’t a cow, man! She’s a Draph, and a Hyper, and most importantly, another crewmate!”

Upon noticing his outburst, he clicks his tongue and marches off towards the cafeteria on the other side of the deck. The human wipes a bit of sweat from his brow as Taiga looks down to him. The human looks up, 

“Hey man, Hypers are gonna be Hypers. Everyone knows what they’re like.”

“And is that a good reason to say all that crap?”

“I ain’t gonna be quiet about liking Hypers! Hell, she’ll more than like any plans I make for her!”

Taiga shook his head and walked back to where Tsubasa went. After a painfully awkward silence, he looks to the erune,

“I bet she makes milk. I mean, she’s the cow general, right? With tits like those, I’m sure its in her DNA!”

Over by the corner of one of the doorways, slow footsteps could be heard going away from the argument.

Catura couldn’t bear to eavesdrop any longer.

… …

She’s lucky she could fight back the tears until she got to her quarters. As soon as she closed and locked the door, she slowly walked towards her bed until she collapsed on it, crying into the pillow.

Most of the people back home at least respected her enough not to comment on her body, and the Grandcypher was full of people understanding and accommodating of Hypers, so she has yet to fully learn to handle the comments most people make when they see her walking by. They wouldn’t usually get to her either, but she did want to try riding on her gear cycle with Tsubasa’s gang. And when she was about to ask them herself, and that human kept saying those awful things, she just couldn’t bear to hear anymore. 

She rolled over on her bed, facing the ceiling, tears being shed down across the top of each cheek.

She hated her body sometimes. The life of a Hyper was hard enough at times, and she got the more… extreme end of the deal. She had the largest breasts of any Hyper she’d ever seen, and given how many Hypers rode aboard the Grandcypher and how many places they’ve visited, that was a big statement. When standing, they’d reach down to nearly her thighs, and somehow hold a slightly rounded, full shape despite no support. Yet at the same time, despite the fact that they’d have to be extremely firm to hold that shape, they were some of the softest, squishiest boobs in all the skies. Her ass wasn’t quite as exaggerated, but she wasn’t on the lower end in terms of size and it managed to be just as plush and gentle as the rest of her, with a slight bit of sag that just barely disqualifies it from being a bubble butt. 

Yet everything about her life made it seem like this was all she was good for. She just so happened to be born into not only one of the all-female Divine Generals, but she also just so happened to be the Ox general, overseeing a pasture of cows for the purpose of farming milk, but she had to be a Hyper on top of that. It was too coincidental to not be hilariously cruel, and given her condition, a lot of people think they know more about her than they really do. 

…

“But that didn’t mean that guy had to keep commenting on it!” she thought, as she felt her chest getting tight.

“He didn’t have to make it painfully obvious he just wanted her for sex!” as she slowly got up off her bed,

“He didn’t have to be a scumbag and make all those assumptions about her!” as she walked towards a closet,

“He didn’t have to say anything about milk just because she was the Ox guardian!” as she opened the closet door,

…

revealing a vital piece of farming equipment she brought from home, a large pump attached to a metal tank.

…

“He didn’t have to be right about it, either…”

Defeatedly, she removed the large, spotted see-through jacket, placing it gently over onto her bed, and then the white top she always wears, cuz it was the only article of clothing for the longest time that not only could contain some of the largest teats in the skies, but also prevent any… accidents , from becoming too apparent. It revealed a large, pink, puffy nipple, with several bumps on it and a shallow nipple in the center. Each bump was already leaking, a bead of white nectar had already escaped from each exit as she reached the suction cup to her breast. 

… … 

“Come in,” said Gran, in response to a knock on his door. 

It opened, revealing the visage of the punk premiere, Tsubasa, with some papers. Despite attending a magic academy, he still wasn’t a big fan of pushing papers. But if it meant a new, fun experience with his gang, then he could put up with some inkwork. 

“Hey, Captain, got a shore leave request for ya.”

“For this island, or are you heading back to school?”

“Just for tonight. Me and the boys wanna go riding out here tonight, cuz we heard the plains here are quite a sight.”

“You know, you don’t need papers for overnight since we’re parking on the island, right?”

“... Huh.”

He still hands them over, since he doesn’t want to hold onto them. Gran takes them and places them onto another pile of papers that he needs to read through. 

“Alright, well I’ll get it done tonight. Just be careful, we are hunting some outlaws that are hiding on this island. You all are using gearcycles, right?” Tsubasa nodded. “You shouldn’t have much of a problem then. They like to ambush you on the main roads, but with those you should have a fair chance of getting away if things get nasty.”

“Oh, right, forgot. How long will it take?”

“The Enforcers said that it’s one group, but they’re still large. I’m guessing a day, and we’ll probably head out tomorrow night. Rest up for today, cuz we’ll be busy tomorrow.”

“Will it still be safe for tonight?”

“Should be, but be careful just in case and stick close to the ship.”

“Gotcha… Ey, can I ask you about something?” Gran nodded. “So, I was thinking of asking Catura to come along, since I noticed she uses a gearcycle too. Plus, she could know some stuff that we dont know about our wheels, yeah? Just a chance to ride with new people and all.”

Gran nodded along, agreeing with it, but also noticing Tsubasa’s hesitance. “Sounds like a good idea, so what’s the issue?”

“Well, when brought it up to my boys to see if they thought it was cool, a couple of them were kinda having issues with it. Well, one was being hyperphobic about it, but the other was, uh, a little too onboard with it.”

“I see. So what do you want me to do?”

“Well, I was wondering how you’d go about it?”

“Well… I’d just hold off on anything like that. Or talk to her about it and see if she’d like to do it tonight or some other time.”

“Gotcha… Alright, thanks Captain! See ya!”

With that, Tsubasa turned around and opened the door, revealing Lyria on the other side. They both awkwardly yet politely got out of each other’s way, with Lyria closing the door behind her, facing Gran in his office.

“So, uh I heard from Io. Tzaka took the news well, but says he’d like to meet you sometime.”

After Io’s first night, when they talked and came to an agreement, turned up positive on Cagliostro’s pregnancy test, just like Narmaya, who got hers at around the same timeframe, and Threo, the morning before. It was astonishing how quickly they were able to determine whether their breeding attempts succeeded or not. 

Shortly after, she went to Tzaka to tell him the news, as he was the closest Io had to a paternal figure. Gran was quite worried about how he’d take it, not just for the fact that he was the closest thing to her father, but also due to the seemingly impossible nature of a Hyper being pregnant. Still, he was glad there wasn’t any visible attempt at disownment, and he didn’t seem the type to be deceptive in it either.

“Great to hear!”

“Yeah, I’m glad too. Cagliostro also hasn’t found anything about why you’re able to get us pregnant, well…” Her face sunk a little, “except me… But we did pass the story along to Tzaka, so hopefully the mages in Valtz can help figure something out!”

He smiled and nodded.

“So, uh, after dinner… can we try again? I’ve talked to Tikoh about it, and she’s given me some medicine that might be able to help…”

“Of course!”

“Oh, thanks, Gran! Also, I think Threo is getting pent up, so I hope you don’t mind if I invite her along!”

With that, she turned around and left, leaving Gran in his office, looking forward to that evening.

… … 

Catura couldn’t sleep. Well, she kinda could, but it was very on and off.

All she could feel was shame. If anyone else were around they could have told her how foolish it was to feel this way. She was a dutiful general, a great social leader in her hometown, a strong warrior and a precious sweetheart, but all she could think of was her body. They always weighed her down, she couldn’t possibly even match most people’s walking pace, and had to use her gearcycle to move anywhere beyond the ship. Tsubasa was really nice for inviting her for a trip across the island but she wasn’t as into gearcycles as the rest of them. Not saying she didn’t like Milky, the somehow sentient gearcycle, she absolutely loved her! But she rode her more out of necessity rather than recreation. She was sure he felt bad that one of his friends was talking about her so rudely, too, but she didn’t feel comfortable going on a road with delinquents that wanted to perv on her. 

A ride late at night with a bunch of aroused delinquents, with no way to call for backup and no way to escape? That’s the worst situation to be in! She needed to stay chaste for her Prince, she would never allow some brute to have his way with her! She needed to marry him, so that they can be together, and have a fami…ly…

Right.

She was a Hyper.

She really was going to be the worst Ox general. Being infertile for a line of generals that pass the roll genetically is practically a death sentence. Not only that, but she was the only child that her mother could have since she started running into fertility issues after Catura’s birth. 

Maybe her dreams were just that. Dreams to imagine, to hope against hope for. She was so clumsy, and slow, and burdensome, there was no way he’d ever marry her. Especially since he’s cheating on her with Threo! But she’s so much faster, and stronger, she doesnt need anyone to fight for her since she can beat nearly anyone in the skies! Meanwhile, she cannot do anything in a fight unless Milky or Moomoo is fighting for her.

She can’t fight, she can’t run, she can’t do basic chores, she can’t keep her family tree growing, she can’t do anything right- and now she can’t even fall asleep!

She saw Moomoo sleeping soundly, and realized she was not going to be well-rested anytime soon. She already had a glass of warm milk (and did not want to discuss where she got it), so she got up, got dressed enough, and walked out, with Moomoo only stirring when the door shut.

… … 

She hopped on Milky for a super early morning ride gliding off the gangplank and into the horizon. She could see the tracks of where Tsubasa and his gang rode, guiding her along the main roads of the island. As first dawn crested over the small mountains of the island, the picturesque landscape before her helped to dispel a little of the fog going through her head, getting ever clearer as more of the wind whipped by her features. It reminded her of her rides between her village and the ranch, ferrying milk between her home and the others’. She loved the smiles of their faces as they got their dairy goods from the general. The cows loved her too. She always took excellent care of the sacred cattle, and they were just as affectionate as they were productive. 

She wasn’t useless, not by a long shot! She was great at taking care of the farm, and a competent general. She’d fought powerful primals alongside her Prince, supporting him all the way. no matter what without a single complaint! She deserved to be by his side, together forever! 

She had an epiphany. 

That’s it! This was the belly in the whale! Like in many of her stories, sometime the heroine would be backed into a corner, pushed into despair, and when all seems bleak and the darkest hour rings, they find the resolve to face their conflict head on! She just got out of her depressive spell herself, and now she knew who she truly was! She began to turn right back around, see the captain, and ask his hand in marriage once again! She knows that, this time, when her heart could never be truer, her love never stronger, he’d have no choice but to buy her a ring and make her his-

When did those bandits start following he-

…

Her high-spirited thoughts were shot right back down to the ground when, in her sudden U-turn, she was suddenly faced with several rough-looking goons that, while previously tailed her, now were going to face her in a head-on collision, only the one closest to her, in a flash, swerved to her right and stabbed Milky’s front tire right between the spokes, causing it to suddenly stop, break the front tire, and send her flying forwards, tumbling across the ground to collect a number of dirt stains and bruises. Milky rattled and spun, a few parts of its chassis denting horribly.

As she slowly rose, she was surrounded by a bunch of gearcycling hooligans, forming a ring of perversion around her as one approached her. 

The large, hulking, muscular draph lifted her up by an arm, examining her.

“WHAT did I TELL you boys about ‘preserving the merchandise!?’ She won’t fetch a good price if she gets dirtied up like this!” and dropped her back on the ground, laying on her sides and keeping herself upright with her arms, currently shaking with fear and physical trauma. 

“L-let me go! Y-you can’t… do this!”

The large man looked down to her, bent forwards, looming over her,

“Well, little missy, you ain’t bein given muchova choice, now are ya?”

Another stepped up to him, a human thug, who likely was the one who wrecked Milky,

“I got her! She’s mine!”

“No, she isn’t.”

“Bull-CRAP! I scouted her, I snagged her, I own her!”

“Not this one.”

“Why the hell NOT!? She’s the fattest pair of tits in all the fuckin sky, and I earned her fair and square!”

“No. A find like her is too valuable to waste on your limp dick. Nobles will pay the GDP of Auguste to buy her untainted, plenty money for you to find yourself a whore or ten.”

“Like hell! I aint passin this up!”

The draph man stepped towards him, bumping his chest against the human’s face, and the sun was blocked by the draph leaders’ head, casting an ominous shadow over him.

“YOU. DONT. HAVE. A. CHOICE… tie her up. Bring her in. Rummage through her belongings. If she’s rich, set out a random. If not, get me in touch with our usual contacts.”

Catura, with her soft physique and slow nature, couldn’t muster the strength to break free and escape as they grabbed her wrists and tied them with rope, hauled her off into one of their sidecars, and drove off, her muffled screams falling on deaf ears.

… … 

Gran and Lyria finally left their room. It was fairly exhausting to clean up after the messes they usually to, even if most of it is done by magic. 

Their stomachs were probably the hardest part ot deal with. Their wombs dont want to let the sperm leak our after a certain point, and while they can get the majority of the splooge out, theres always a bit that refuses to leave. Thankfully, a portion that small can be hidden under their breasts, but if you were to look at it you’d think they were halfway through a pregnancy. 

Regardless, that hurdle was now behind them. And now, he could finally focus on preparing for… whatever Moomoo had to say.

“Captain! Captain!”

He looked to Moomoo, with Lyria hugging Gran’s arm.

“Moomoo? What’s wrong?”

Lyria, unfortunately, could not understand the divine familiar no matter how powerful or adorable he was.

Gran, however, could speak any dialect of animal, thanks to some extensive training cutting trees.

“It’s Catura! She’s gone off on her own!”

Gran’s morning fatigue and joy immediately left his face, turning to a mix of shock and stone upon hearing the news. He hurried through the halls to find where Milky was parked, only to find nothing but an empty fuel can nearby. When Lyria and Moomoo caught up to him, he looked to the small bull.

“Why did she leave?”

“I don’t know! I saw her get up super early in the morning, and by the time I could figure out where she went, I saw her driving off into the distance!”

Gran didn’t like the sinking feeling in his gut. Vyrn found them, relieved at seeing Gran,

“Hey! What’s going-” and stopped.

Gran had his Captain face on.

They followed Gran as he walked out, “Catura’s missing. We don’t know why. Get everyone on field duty and some from ship security: we’re making a search party. Tell them to grab their equipment and some rations. I’m going ahead with my horse, alongside Tsubasa’s gang. Tweyen isn’t here, so I want Medusiana in the sky, eyes on the ground. Lyria?

Get me my cloak.”

… … 

She was down there for hours at this point. 

Tied. Gagged. Imprisoned. Isolated. Her bindings covered her nipples, and in the fetal position no one could see her uncovered mound from the door.

She cried. It was all she was good for at the moment. 

She should have seen this coming. She knew they were on this island to fight bandits, but they didn’t get any intel on slave trading, however. She was thrown into a far removed cell- not literally, anyway, they didn’t want her “damaged.” She wasn’t a person, let alone a Divine General, anymore. She was livestock. A cow, almost like how she’s always felt. To be used. To be discarded. To be traded. To be milked for all she’s worth.

Not like Gran would miss her. He already had some of the strongest women in the world pining after him, practically married to one in particular. He didn’t need some blubbery, weak little draph girl who wasn’t good for more than anything but sex and milk. She didn’t even know anything about sex, saving herself for the Prince that never seemed to care for her. 

She heard a fight break out somewhere outside her cell. She couldn’t hear it very well, the walls were stone and the only exit was a large metal door, with a thick iron mesh serving as a window and a small flap that they would presumably send food through. 

Maybe this is what she was meant for all along. She was a disappointment in everything else she did. Chores, combat, romance, everything. People only ever talked great about her when they were objectifying her. And here she was, to be a plaything for some rich nobody who wanted a 24/7 toy with a pussy and two milk dispensers. 

She heard her door unlocking, followed by it swinging open in a flash. The human that attacked her blocked the doorway.

“Alright, liddle lady, you’re being relocated.”

She looked up at him, teary features further distorted in confusion.

“You’re being moved, you slut-for-brains sow! Now hold still,”

He reached down to grab her, scurrying backwards in futility, muffled screamings accompanying a frenziedly shaking head, long sky-blue hair swaying back and forth in large exaggerated waves.

“Shut up you fucking who-”

The large man was interrupted by a blade, impaling his lower torso, blood gushing from the wound as the color left his face. It was slowly pulled out, before the butt of its handle struck the side of his face, the man falling to the side, heavily injured, revealing…

Her Prince?

Gran was dressed in a dark brigandine, fanciful in design yet near indestructible in material. While he lacked the red cape with white fur trim that her story books often depicted, he looked regal enough in the thick hooded white cloak, with golden trim that exuded a power and reputation far beyond the mere brigands he faced on his way here. 

The previous fights suddenly clicked. Today was the day that they would apprehend the bandits the Crew of Enforcers had hired them to imprison. They were slippery, organized, and surprisingly large in number. Factors that allowed their operations to thrive…

until the Conquerer of the Eternals made other plans.

He knelt down to see her, eyes darting to examine her physical condition,

“Catura!”

He took out a small knife and cut her bindings, allowing her to speak and move…

at the cost of her modesty.

“Captain…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine!”

From behind Gran, another voice made itself known,

“Catura! Are you ok!?”

Lyria ran over to her, breasts swaying and ass jiggling as she approached. She immediately got onto her knees, bandages at the ready, trying to find any wounds. 

She was stunned. They hurriedly looked over her, seeing bruise after bruise from her tumble this morning, marks from the strain of her bindings; she was in rough shape. Yet all she could think about, even as the tonics and bandages began to wrap around her, is:

“Why…”

Gran looked at her as she continued.

“Why would you… 

come back for me?”

He was taken aback, as was Lyria,

“What do you mean? Of course me and Gran would come for you!”

“But why? I’m not useful… or strong, or-”

“What are you talking about? You’re amazing, Catura!

Wait, is that why you ran away?”

Catura stood still, unmoving in shock, until she started crying profusely, hugging Gran and Lyria.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok! We’re sorry we let this happen, or that we didn’t notice you were upset, Catura! Please, you’re ok!”

She continued to sob into Gran’s cloak,

“I-I’m sowwy! I shouldn’tuv… wun away! I’m sowwwyyy, Caaapttun!”

At this, she could muster words no more, trying to content herself by soaking Gran’s shoulder. They embraced her back, until she had calmed down enough to dry her cheeks and breathe normally again.

Gran looked back towards the exit, and began to remove his cloak. 

“We can talk about this later. We need to get you and the others out of here.”

He covered her up with his cloak, tied the front so it covered as much as it could, and picked her up, only to see some of the bandits he had missed with weapons drawn.

He could easily take them, but in a tight corridor, with little room to evade, one blade to defend and attack with, and trying to keep 2 of his girls safe?

He's about to catch some scratches. 

… … 

As much as he’d like to call them all annoying, they were doing some decent damage.

The bandit leader was surveying the damage from their last defense. About half his men was down at this point, not dead but too injured to fight; hell, most weren’t even in good enough shape to walk. 

Words could not express how badly he wanted to find the punk with the blonde pompadour and rip it off and shove it up his-

“Boss! Deyr attackin agayn!”

These hit and runs were getting brutal. They had the home field advantage, but somehow all the nooks and crannies between the roads, that they thought only they knew, were being used against them. Somehow, the enemy always knew where his men were. They looked like a bunch of hooligans, maybe a rival gang that tried to step foot on their territory, but their movements and fighting expertise were much more than they appeared.

Then the brat showed up, his gang behind him.

“Alright, they’re almost finished! Give 'em all we got!”

Prior to this, they mainly used the side paths to turn around without the bandits’ knowledge, popping out of hidden positions to whittle away at the sides of their guards. While casualties weren’t too high at first, their wheels were taken out one by one, eventually forcing the majority of them on the ground, if they could take the hit at all. As the bandits took further casualties, they split their guard to better accommodate the flanks, mainly to protect the rear guard. But this left their front lines too spread out, and now Tsubasa was throwing the whole gang in a forward assault.

They completely bulldozed the front guard, knocking them out cold, flying into the dirt. Some of their bikes got trashed in the process, causing them to resort to clubs, knives, and fists. Tsubasa, the most experienced of the bunch thanks to his journeys aboard the Grandcypher, had yet to take a noticeable scratch as he fought expertly on top his gear cycle, all the way up to the leader. 

The draph draws a large rifle aims it right at Tsubasa’s head. Fortunately, Tsubasa saw him pull out his weapon, and in response, turned the handles and leaned over to slide towards the crook. The bullet sailed right over him, and Tsubasa kicked off the ground, uprighting the cycle and gunning it to circle around the crook. The draph reloaded, leading the shot to aim for Tsubasa’s head.

Tsubasa kept his eyes on the draph,  and when he saw the man adjust his grip and take a deep breath in, he quickly spun and ducked, dodging another bullet, and this time he was moving right towards the large man in this sights. The bandit went to reload, and right when he fired the gun, Tsubasa spun the other way, taking the bullet in the front of his shoulder, but hitting the man with the side of the rear tire. He flew back and fumbled across the ground, and by the time he could recover, Tsubasa hit him again, the back tire aflame and sending the crook rolling. At this, the crook shakily pushed himself up only to see Tsubasa come in a third time, nearly the whole rear ablaze, and there was simply a crimson explosion, a flash of white, a ring, and then the void took his senses. 

… … 

Gran parried the knife of the last bandit before cutting him across the chest, felling him. There was a large pile of unconscious, bleeding muscle that covered almost the whole ground of the hallway. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t fun either. 

He had a few cuts on his face, between his gloves and sleeves, one that managed to get his neck. They weren’t dumb and trying to cut through obviously magic-infused armor, and not all had the skill to get him in a weak point, but given their numbers and the terrain it was an inevitability. 

Thankfully he managed to get away with only a few scratches and a little headache. And a bit of dizziness. And lightheadedness.

… That neck wound feels a lot worse than it did when he had the adrenaline in his veins.

He took off a glove and put his hand to it, when when he took it off he- oooh, that was a lot of blood. 

He went over to check on Catura and Lyria, who were both perfectly fine thanks to his efforts, but it was hard to ignore or hide what was most likely a gash at a major artery. 

Catura saw it, and got up to check on it. Unfortunately, Lyria, like most people, were faster than Catura, and she managed to see it before Catura could get a good look at it. 

“Oh no, I used all my bandages patching up Catura! I’m so sorry, Gran…”

“I’ll be fine” he says, before staggering just a little. The stagger eventually turned into a fall, with Lyria and Catura barely able to keep him upright. 

“We need to get out of here! But, I don’t think Catura and I can carry you out ourselves, and I don't think Tsubasa can find us quickly… oh no…”

Catura managed to get an idea, and was immediately put to thought. She was a little scared to try it, well, more embarrassed really, but between Gran bleeding out in front of her, in protecting her, and knowing she was already immodest as-is, she mustered the courage to take action.

By untying the front of the cloak. 

“Lyria… Please look away…”

“Huh? Wh-...”

A month or so ago, she would have sheepishly looked away. But after plenty of… experimentation, and… study… Lyria was much less squeamish about a crewmate whipping out their left tit. And it was a beautiful tit, that resembled her town greatly in all respects but size, that Catura pulled out. Lyria hadn’t fully registered that she was looking at Catura, who was not one of her usual partners, and that Catura had asked her to look away. Her mind was too distracted by Gran in danger, and also, tiddy.

She layed Gran down, holding up his head, and while she knelt down, she guided his mouth to her left nipple, and he started sucking. While he had lost the instinct that babies had to suck when something is pressed to theit mouths, he’s had plenty of tits that woke him up recently where he would suck on them while semiconscious. It seemed his lasciviousness had finally paid off. Catura, though, didn’t particularly care why Gran still had this reflex as long as he was able to drink her. She massaged her breast to coax more milk out, until it began to nearly pour out. Gran continued to suck in the haze, smacking and sucking noises were beginning to reverberate in the room and hallway.  

This was feeling way better than she thought.

She’s milked herself plenty of times over the years, especially since she’s come aboard, but it was always with a pump and suction cup. It felt more like a medical thing than a sexual one. But here with Gran suckling her, finally, after so long of hoping that this day would come, she couldn’t help but feel amazing… in more ways than one, it seems. On one hand, being able to help her Prince, and being the only one who could do so, gave her such a case of the warm fuzzies in her heart that she felt like she could die in peace in that very moment. On the other hand, she was feeling warm in the lower end of her torso as well. Gran… really knew what he was doign as he fed off her nipple, for some reason getting his tongue involved in the action and trying to stimulate her further. It was absolute bliss on two fronts!

She realized, however, that she was not in a private space, and frantically looked around. She didn’t see anybody spying on her but Lyria, the pile of goons was still out cold, no one else was arou-

She did a double take in Lyria’s direction. She was just openly gawking at Catura’s boob, watching Gran suckle away, completely transfixed. Catura could see her breathing heavily for some reason. What was Lyria doing? (Salivating was the answer, but neither of them knew it) Catura simply started at her aroused face with confustion, wondering why Lyria was starting, until Lyria moved the hand resting on her chest towards her own nipple and started to squeeze, simultaneously moving her other hand south to-

“Lyria?”

She looked at Catura, then looked at what Catura was doing, then looked at what SHE was doing, 

“A-ah! Sorry, Catura!”

“I told you… to look away!”

With that, Lyria shielded her eyes with her head, and hung it to look to the ground.

“I’m sorry! It’s just… you looked so… er, nevermind!”

Catura was… dealing with mixed thoughts. The whole reason she ran away was because she was being objectified, and here was her drinking buddy openly ogling her up. Lyria really didn’t seem the type to be into her, but at the same time Lyria seemed genuinely aroused by… something! Though, if anyone were to look… well obviously it’d be her Prince, but if not her Prince, then Lyria she was ok with. But she was still confused!

Lyria spoke up first,

“S-so, uh… if you don’t mind me asking, when did you start making milk?”

Catura looked down, seeing Gran continuing to be nursed,

“... Always.”

“You were making milk all this time?”

“Ever since I… was a growing girl, yes. Mama said that… it was cuz I was going to be… great friends with the cows… but I don’t know.”

“That’s amazi-!”

“I hate it.”

“Huh!?”

Catura’s eyes were getting puffy again.

“I hate it, Lyria! I hate it! I don’t want… to deal with it all the time! If I dont, then… they will hurt… and get sore… and theyre so.. in the way, of everything! I hate… being a Hyper… cuz now I can’t… do anything right…”

Lyria hugged her. 

“Is that why you ran away? You know we’d never think less of you for being a Hyper! I mean, look at most of our crew! You’re always welcome here!”

“It wasn’t you, Lyria… It’s everyone else that were mean…”

“Who was mean to you!? You’re amazing!”

“A lot of people when we visit town… and the one guy from Tsubasa’s gang… they like to stare at me… like they want to have sex with me… and I don’t like it.

And I can’t fight like everyone else… Milky or Moomoo are always fighting for me… and since I keep messing up chores… and breaking things across the ship… I feel pretty useless…”

“I’m so sorry, Catura… I didn’t know you were feeling that way… but you are still an amazing person! You’re so sweet, and kind, and adorable…and… milky…”

“Well, it’s such a hassle…”

“You know we would be willing to help you with it, right? Whatever you need, we’d be willing to give a hand!”

“But… it’s embarassing!”

“Oh! Uh, sorry!... But, now that we know, and we know that it hurts you, could you please let us help you?”

“I can do it myself… Why do you want to help so bad?”

“Because we love you, Catura!”

Surprisingly, Catura’s face wasn’t blushing that hard up until this point. Now, though? Crimson.

“Lyria…”

“... also, why are you breastfeeding Gran?”

“Oh…well… My milk is special… It can heal your wounds and give you energy…”

“Wow, that’s amazing! It’s almost like your one move? Uh, ‘Cowlick Shift?’”

“... um… Well, my milk is… uh…”

“Hm?”

“...Milky, uh… runs on my milk… so…”

“...Oh! That’s… really cool, actually! Can I try some?”

“Huh? Sure?... wait…!”

Lyria hopped up to the other side of her, and started sucking on Catura’s other nipple, drawing out a gasp from the guardian.

Thankfully, Lyria realized how sudden what she did was, and after getting a gulp or two, or five… ten… In her defense, it was the best milk she’s ever had. But she did pull away though.

“That was AMAZING! Please, can I have some more later, Catura?

… Catura?”

Unfortunately, Catura was out of it. She couldn’t handle the stimulation from both assaults at her nipples at once. The tit that was left alone now continued to leak. While most women capable of breast feeding had it come out in drops, or perhaps sprays if they are particularly productive, Catura’s came out in a steady stream. It trailed the curve of her breast until it fell off her underboob, puddling onto the stone below, mixing with another puddle nearby… turns out she was a squirter, too. She leaned back against the wall she rested on, recovering. However, it only took longer as Gran continued to suck. 

Eventually she recovered.

“Lyria?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cum! I should have been more considerate!”

“... can you do that again later?”

“... Sure!”

They heard a couple grunts from Gran as the well ran dry. His eyes fluttered open in confusion, as he realized his face was covered in boob.

“... We-we-ah?”

“Oh, Gran!”

The tit was pulled away from his face, revealing a flushed Catura, looking down to him expectantly. 

“Are you feeling better, my Prince?”

He hurriedly got up, surveyed his surroundings, before turning to the ladies in front of him.

“What happened?”

“Catura fed you her milk to heal your neck!”

He blinked, felt up the cut at his nec, only to feel a fading scab. There was also some dried blood around it, but all it took was a snap of some magic for it to turn clean. 

“My milk can heal wounds… so I used it to nurse you back to health…Was it good?”

“... Yeah, actually…”

She responded with a beaming smile,

“Great… Mooofufu, I’m glad to see you better, my Prince…” She slowly crawled over to his coat, and tied it back around her.

“Alright, I’d like to go now… Can we leave?”

Gran looked to the two,

“Almost. I need to see how Tsubasa is doing, they may still be fighting.”

“Alright then! I wanna see how Vyrn is doing as well!”

… … 

Tsubasa was walking over to the base entrance when the door opened up in front of him, revealing the Captain, bridal-carrying a “dressed” Catura, Lyria, and a somewhat beat up Milky they found in an indoor garage.

“Tsubasa. What’s the situation?”

“Ah, Captain! All the outside forces are out like a light, and tied up using some rope we found nearby. How were things inside?”

“Sneaking in wasn’t too hard, given everyone was in a panic. I found Catura, but she’ll need medical attention.” Catura was about to interject that she was fine, but, “I’ll ride her back myself to the Grandcypher soon to make sure she’ll be fine.” 

Catura was more than fine with a ride alone with her Prince, so she kept quiet.

“How ere things outside? Any issues at the moment?”

“Nah, we took care of them all a bit ago. Hit-and-run ain’t quite my style, Captain, but I can’t argue with all my boys still bein in top shape.”

From the skies flew down Medusa, who jumped off of Medusiana down to greet the captain. 

Medusa, who was a Hyper primal herself, felt the wobble of her giant ass as her feet were planted on the ground, and she had to use an arm to keep her breasts from doing the same. She quickly sauntered over to the captain.

“Hey! Are we done!?”

“Yes, I think we are. Thanks, Medusa. We couldn’t have gotten this all done without you.”

“O-oh, well, uh good! What should we do now, then?”

“I’m riding Catura back to the Grandcypher to get medical attention, then signaling the Crew of Enforcers to pick up the prisoners, since there’s too many to transport with the Grandcypher’s size.”

“Got it, I’ll fly over you to scout-”

“No, I need you here to watch the bandits. If any of them cut loose and run for it, I need you to stop them in their tracks.”

“O-oh, alright then…”

At this point, Killa Taiga and Young Rintaro walk up, along with a few other gang members. Taiga steps forward, 

“Sounds like someone wanted to spend some time with the captain!”

“Y-You shut up! I was just… wanting to make sure Catura was fine!”

Rintaro nudges Taiga, “Aw, she does care!”

“Uuugh! Whatever, I’m going back in the air! Medusiana!”

With that, she hopped up on the giant snake and flew back up.

As Medusa left, another gang member, a human, walked up to the group,

“Aw, I was hoping to get a closer look! Ah well, at least we got the cow back safe and sound!”

When Catura looked to him and recognized him, she hugged Gran harder, trying to curl up at the sight of him.

“I was hoping you’d show up last night, yknow? Or were you waiting for a different kind of ride? All you had to do was ask!”

Gran set Catura down on the ground, and walked towards him.

“Tsubasa?”

“Yeah?” 

“I think we missed a bandit, wouldn’t you say?” Gran put a hand on his blade, ready to draw.

“W-w-w-wait! I ain’t no bandit! I’m one of the Mysteria Gang!”

“Really?” Gran leaned over, getting into the hooligan’s face. “Because your conduct is far too unbecoming of one of my crew!”

“A-ah! Sorry!”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, am I?”

The human delinquent looked over to Catura, 

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those hurtful things. Please, forgive me!”

Catura’s fists clenched, 

“A-alright then… Can we… go back now?”

Gran looked back and forth between the two, and went back to Catura.

“Tsubasa, hold down the fort here until the Enforcers arrive.”

With that, he helped Lyria and Catura on the horse, and began to walk alongside them at a quick pace. 

Chapter Text

Gran was leading the horse back to the ship, with a bandaged Catura and a… “friendly” Lyria riding it. 

Gran was feeling great despite his neck injury. Catura’s milk had worked wonders for healing him up after the long, monotonous fight he had to endure. 

He wished he could say the same for Catura. If he hadn’t responded sooner, he’d shudder to imagine what would have happened to her. It wasn’t a good situation no matter how you looked at it. He hoped he wouldn’t ever have another Beatrix incident. 

Catura looked down to him, 

“Prince… You know, My injuries aren’t that bad… Why are we hurrying?”

“Well… I wanted to let the Enforcers know as soon as we could, but… I actually wanted to talk to you in private.”

“Oh?”

“... Why did you leave?”

“... It’s embarrassing.”

“Please, I need to know.”

“... Can we talk about it on the ship?”

“Of course.”

With that, they marched in silence until they reached the ship.

… … 

Gran and Lyria walked towards Catura’s room, and saw a large leg pop out of it.

One of the largest, most beautiful thighs one could ever see was struggling to make its way through. Pale, smooth skin bulged in beautiful curves around thigh-high leggings, suspended by swooping belts and topped off with a tight mini-skirt that had no choice but to hug the bearer’s curves. It was barely enough to cover the enormous ass on top, the fatty cheek sagging with a rotundness just begging for a hand to be placed upon it. 

After it squeezed through the frame, there was a familiar coat and staff, then another juicy leg that completed the crewmate’s journey through the door frame. Lyria immediately knew who it was.

“Tikoh? Is she alright?”

The doctor turned quickly to the girl and Captain, revealing a pair of beyond head-sized breasts supported nicely in a white corset, gentle light-blue hair and proud erune ears sprouted from a head with a beautiful face in front. 

“Oh? Sorry, Lyria, I didn’t realize you were there. You scared me for a second there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine. Catura’s injuries weren’t anything major, and they were bandaged quite well. Thanks to some quick magic she’s already fully recovered physically. However, I worry about her mental health. Being in a position like that can be mentally scarring. If you hadn’t responded so quickly…”

“It’s fine. Can I talk to her?”

“Yes, I think you should. Oh, and Gran?”

“Yes?”

“About Threo… and Narmaya… and, maybe…”

“Right, what do you need?”

“Well, I’ve examined them, and they seem like the picture of health to me, barring the obvious side effects of their pregnancies. However, I’d like to examine you sometime. You are the common denominator, after all.”

“See you soon, then.”

“Good. Now then, have a good day.”

With that, Tikoh started to walk back towards the clinic, butt jiggling and bouncing profusely with each step. It was a beautiful sight to behold, how it-

Lyria didn’t notice that Gran had already walked inside, and quickly followed after him. 

She shut the door behind her, and looked to Catura. The ox guardian had been laying in bed, fully dressed at this point. Moomoo was snuggled up in her arms, comforting her. She looked to see Lyria enter, and smiled.

“Thank you… for saving me…”

“Anytime, Catura! Though, if you don’t mind us asking, what made you go off in the first place?”

Right into it. Subtle, Lyria.

Catura sat up,

“Moomoo… Can you leave us alone… just for a bit?”

The small divine ox nodded, flying off to see Milky. Catura looked at the pair, who had sat on the edge of the bed next to each other. 

“I’m sorry…. It’s embarrassing, really… I was feeling down…”

“What were you feeling down about?”

“... Well…”

“Please, Catura! You know we’ll love you no matter what!”

“... Maybe, but… It won’t be enough…”

Lyria tilted her head in confusion before Catura continued, 

“I got to thinking… that my dreams won’t come true…

“Ever since I was a girl… I waited for my destined Prince… to come to marry me… and we would have a big family… It was almost all I could think about… for as long as I can remember… And then, finally, you came… and I thought my dreams came true… But, then I remembered Hypers… can’t have children… and you started dating Threo… I couldn’t believe it at first… but then, it hit me… that I couldn’t have the life… of my dreams… and when I started doubting… my ability to be a Divine General… I thought I had nothing… so I left to clear my head… and when I thought I would be better… they attacked Milky…”

Gran scooted over so that he could hug her.

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to say sorry… I can understand… if you don’t love me… the way I love you…”

After they were done, he looked over to Lyria. He thought that she would have some semblance of sympathy or pity, but instead all he saw was a knowing, smug smile.

“Well, Catura, I think I know how to help you!”

“You do… Lyria?”

Gran looked to Lyria with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what-

Oh

OH

Right…

“Well… me and Gran have an… offer, for you.”

“... What is it?”

“So, Threo came to us asking if we could start a family.”

“Like… adopting?”

“No, she wanted kids of her own. We didn’t know about Hypers not having kids, so we tried. But the thing is: She actually got pregnant!”

“But… that’s impossible!”

“It’s true! Cagliostro and Tikoh confirmed it! And then, well, one thing led to another, and now the Captain is also seeing Narmaya and Io!”

Gran put a hand on her shoulder, “You too, remember?”

“O-oh, yeah, me too! And, well, after that we decided we wanted to share Gran together. So now, we’re all dating Gran.”

“So… you’re all dating Gran, then… So, does that mean…”

“If you want, you could join us! You can be with Gran, and have that family you wanted! The only problem is, we all want to be with him too, so you can’t keep him all to yourself. But, we’re all happy with how things are now, and we understand if others want in. So, if you’re ok with it, I can ask the others if you can come in!”

“I need to ask the others?...”

“Well, I could ask for you, but yeah. We wanna keep track of who can be with Gran when, since we all can get busy. Time management can be a bit tricky, but we can make things work!”

Catura held her head down in thought, contemplating it for a moment. Then she looked up to Gran, being snuggled into by Lyria. They were just looking at each other, lost in each other’s eyes, and Catura could feel herself wanting it. 

… Could she really have what they have? Is it really enough for her to be with Gran while he was with other girls?

She leaned over to Gran, and considered hugging him too, but then she saw Lyria and didn’t want to intrude. Lyria saw her looking, and made a subtle motion to do the same as her. Catura considered it, looked down to Lyria, and climbed all the way onto the bed. She walked around Gran’s back, hugged her arm around his neck, did the same with Lyria, 

and pulled them into her. 

She didn’t want to make Lyria feel lonely by taking Gran away from her, but she wanted to be with Gran and Lyria wanted her to be with Gran, so she decided to cuddle with them both. Lyria actually caught on pretty quickly, and snuggled hard into Catura, burying her face into the draph’s neck and wrapping her arms around the draph’s waist in a tight hug. Gran saw her display, grew a wide smile, and wrapped an arm around the two girls and rested his hand on Catura’s thigh, resting his head on hers and nearly gouging his eye out on her horn in the process. Once they all got comfortable, Catura could feel her heart flutter. Her Prince’s and her best friend’s warm embrace made any leftover aches simply melt away. 

Catura began to caress Lyria affectionately, enjoying their time together, when she noticed that Lyria’s skin was very smooth, like silk sheets. Except, if silk sheets were also soft. Squishy, even. She supposed the girl didn’t have a lot of muscle mass, and Catura of all people shouldn’t fault her for something like that. Eventually, as she moved her arm across Lyria, she came upon a noticeable bump, and wondering what it was she looked-

Oh, that was her tit. Only now did Catura notice she was pretty much gently groping her friend, her hand now grasping at the girl’s nipple. Lyria’s breath had quickened, becoming deep as Catura massaged the girl’s pink cap through her dress. Lyria began to lean into it, wanting more stimulation. Catura wasn’t stopping. She had her suspicions before, but now she knew for sure: She liked girls.

Lyria must have too, she supposed. 

Just before things got especially heated, however, there was a small knock on the door, with Vyrn’s voice interrupting things.

“Hey! Gran, Lyria, you in there!?”

“Yeah!”

“Me, Tsubasa, and the gang are back! The Enforcers picked up the thugs already and gave us a lift here! Monika’s here too; she wants a word with you!”

Well, that sounds like work needs him.

“Sorry, Catura…”

“It's fine, my Prince… could I see you… tonight?”

“Of course!”

“Good… Your quarters, or mine?... I know it’s not a competition… but I’m not falling behind…”

“... Got it. Lyria, can you ask the others on the ship if it’s ok for Catura to join us?”

“Of course! Leave it to me!”

“Alright then. See you both later!”

With that, Gran got up and jogged out of the room. The pair of girls could hear some faint chatter between Gran and Vyrn before the door shut. 

“So… why do I need permission… to be with Gran?”

“Oh, it’s a rule we have. If you want to share Gran with us, we have to approve of you and help you realize that we all have to share him.”

“Oh, so… it’s to keep bad girls out… and help new girls learn the rules…”

“Well, I don’t know who among the crew I’d say is bad, but It’s mainly so we know how many people are with Gran at a time! And, since a lot of us are away on missions, or we have other business outside the Grandcypher, we could technically fit in a lot of girls with the Grandcypher!”

“Oh, wow… do you think there are more girls… that will wish to be with Gran?”

“Well, I’m sure some do. He is quite popular, after all! Though, I don’t know who would off the top of my head… Do you think any of the Divine Generals would want in?”

“No, I don’t think so… When we had my assembly in Alohas… They said they didn’t… have crushes on my Prince… so I don’t think so…”

“Well. alright then. But I’m sure there will be more to come…I hope you-”

“I’m looking… forward to it…”

“Really!? I figured you might be against the idea, if anything.”

“My Prince is amazing… I won’t deny anyone… from being with him… as long as I get my share… and also… I’ve learned…”

Catura looked at Lyria.

“... that my Prince… isn’t the only one… I want to be with…”

Lyria could not help but blush in response. 

“... I will always love my Prince… before anyone else… but you’re my… best friend in the skies… and I have to admit… You’re very… fun… to be around…”

“Oh… um… I…. kinda feel the same way.”

“Lyria… Could you leave me… alone for a bit?”

“Uh, why?”

“I want my first time… to be with my Prince… and with you here… I’m losing control…”

“O-oh, uh, well, alright. I’ll see you later, then…”

“Sorry… Lyria…”

“Y-you’re fine, I’m sorry. See you later!”

… … 

Gran collapsed on his bed. Today was exhausting, even barring the near-death experience he had. A conversation and catching up with Monika, giving a report on everything that happened (minus an irrelevant moment), getting a head count of all the prisoners, loading them onto the Enforcer ship. They had to double, and then triple check, the base to see if there were any thugs unaccounted for. Then, a march all around the island to find any other stragglers. They didn’t find any. Finally, back to the Enforcer ship to handle paperwork and payment for the crew’s work. Then, he went back to his own ship to disperse pay for all the crewmates that helped. Catura was absent, so he had to put it in a safe and hand it to her at a later date.

All without breakfast or lunch.

All this work with an empty stomach.

Well, technically he had a drink today, but it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. 

Speaking of which, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Through the door came Lyria and Catura.

“So, I asked the others, Narmaya was happy about it and Threo said it was fine. Io’s still in Valtz, but I don’t see why she’d disapprove.”

“I’m nervous… but, if it’s with you… I wouldn’t want it… any other way…Also… can Lyria join us?”

“Oh, she usually does, actually.”

“Oh, fantastic…”

With that, Lyria immediately threw her dress over her head, revealing her entire nude form to her pair of lovers. Her breasts and butt jiggled as she made her way over to their shared closet, and hung her dress up.

“Catura, would you like to put your clothes in here too?”

“Do they need to be… in the closet?”

“Well, we make a pretty big mess most of the time, so we keep our clothes in here for safe keeping.” 

As Lyria stepped out of Catura’s view into the closet, she saw not only the Captain’s usual clothes, but some dresses for Lyria, Io, and Narmaya.

“We, uh, also have spare clothes for everyone that tends to spend the night here.”

Catura shrugged, and began to disrobe. Her hat came off first, then the cowprint raincoat (AN: actually what the fuck is this thing). She reached behind her to untie her top, the poor clasp previously fighting tooth and nail to give her support finally being given a rest. This freed her aching breasts, nipples capped with a bead of white cream, all too eager to escape its luxuriously soft container. Finally, off came her jean shorts and boots, leaving the ox completely bare to the Captain. Long sky-blue hair flowed down towards her massive dairy-eire, the soft cheeks the jumped up and down as the muscles hidden beneath plush curves as they led her over to the Captain and his bed. 

She put one knee on the bed, leaning on the edge as she raised a hand to cup Gran’s face. 

“My Prince… Thank you… for making my dreams come true…”

She rose up to kiss him, her heart nearly skipping several beats, ears fluttering like a butterfly's wings, as all she ever wanted was finally in her hands. Gran put a hand on her face ot mirror hers, caressing her and petting her- 

Holy fucking cow her ears were so soft. He gently rubbed a curved finger over the top of her ear, smoother than silk as the small blue fur was lovingly pet. 

She stepped back to catch her breath, and hung her head low, seeing a couple of wet spots on Gran’s shirt.

“Oh, mooey… I’m sorry, I didn’t notice…”

Gran took off his shirt, threw it Lyria, who threw it into the closet, and pulled Catura close into another kiss, squishing her chest against his, several streams of milk gushed between them, dripping off the underside of her chest and slowly creeping their way down Gran’s abs. It began to tickle the pair as it continued to expel, in strangely non-linear ways.

Lyria was not a girl to waste milk. 

Especially Catura.

She crawled on the bed next to the pair of lovers, going between them and licking them. Dragging her tongue along their erotic physiques, lapping up the rivulets of priceless sweetness as they continued to fall from Catura’s tips. It also had the fun effect of giving her an excuse to lick Gran’s abs and Catura’s underboob.

The ox pulled back.

“I’m sorry… I made sure not to milk myself after our talk… so I’d have as much as… I could give you… Would you… like some?”

He nodded.

“Great… moofufufu… I have an idea… Could you lay your head… on my lap?”

He got up, allowing her to sit on her knees on the bed. She raised her breasts up as best she could before he rested his head perpendicular to her on her lap. Once he got comfy, she placed her left nipple into his waiting mouth. Meanwhile, Lyria had his pants removed, revealing the rising mast.

She saw this in one of the storybooks in her parents room. Weirdly enough, it was one that her mother tried keeping a secret. She never knew why, it looked like so much fun…

The only problem with their attempt at a nursing handjob was the respective sizes of both participants. One breast was more than enough to fill her entire lap, her breasts combined twice so. Add in Gran’s head, and the poor lad was completely smothered by milky boobage. Not only that, but her excessive lactation had no end in sight, he had to slurp as hard as he could so he wouldn’t drown in her fluids. Gran wasn’t making it easier for Catura, either. She couldn’t hope to wrap both hands around the shaft, let alone just one. It made it very har- difficult. Difficult, to try and get him off. What was supposed to be some fun, sexy, Catura-exclusive foreplay was instead an anaerobic exercise in not drowning in the best way possible. 

That was, until Lyria decided to wrap her boobs around the monolith of cock before her, and grabbed one of Catura’s boobs in the meantime. While Lyria was titfucking Gran, she grabbed the boob in front of her and began to suckle it, ensuring her milk would never leak outside the girl’s lips. Catura was enjoying her time enough as her boobs were played with earlier, but also like earlier, she couldn’t quite defend herself against a two-front assault. Gran was holding onto the boob he was suckling, and Lyria on the one she was, Catura had one hand on Gran’s cock, stroking it as best she could, but that left one hand for her to shove into her folds and rub herself. Big mistake. She overloaded herself within seconds, her oversensitive breasts already being toyed with in conjunction with her toying with her own honeypot caused her to cum within seconds. She let out a resounding moo from the bottom of her heart, squirting and squirting as she thoroughly soaked the sheets with her delectable product. Also, her tits gushed a lot too, sure.

She came down from her high, catching her brea- and she came again as Gran began to massage the breast that was feeding him, trying to coax more milk out of her while Lyria was doing the same with the other breast. Their attack on her teats only continued, and given that she had literally just finished her first orgasm, she was too sensitive to resist her second one. This only made her gush more, from all three angles, shooting out milk at an alarming rate. 

This milk, being drunk by both Gran and Lyria, was giving the pair tremendous nutrition on a near magical level, which only made them more energetic, more eager, and for Gran, surprisingly more productive. His pre was already insane in terms of output, but with Catura’s milk, it was seemingly never ending. 

He also has had plenty of practice in the bedroom in recent times, but so has Lyria. He was able to hold on for a good while before he and Lyria felt the telltale signs of Mt. Cock’s eruption. Lyria furiously tapped Catura on the shoulder, and once the general’s attention was caught, the girl in blue motioned her over. While Gran was a tad disappointed by the tit being pulled out of his mouth, the ability to breathe and the burning feeling in his lungs going away was a good substitute. Lyria scooched over so that Catura could share in the flow of their Captain’s cum.

Catura felt a splash on her hand, and upon looking down to it, was greeted by a large dollop of pre that had fell onto her palm. Because it looked so much like milk, though perhaps closer to a milk… jelly? jam? lotion? Whatever it was, it resembled a very thick milk to a cow farmer that has never seen semen before. She saw Lyria beginning to eat some, and thus put it into her own mouth.

It was, perhaps, one of the strangest things she's ever eaten. It was savory, sour, but also predominantly sweet. She found herself scooping up more and more, before-

“L-lyria! Catura!”

“O-oh! Please, cum! You don’t have to hold back!”

Catura noticed that it was all coming from the slit in his cock, and put her mouth to it. As a cow rancher and milk producer, she knew that milk of all types came best fresh from the source. While she’s never sucked a cow’s teat directly, same-day partially skimmed milk was the best there was. And she could personally attest to how good her own milk was when it came directly from the nipple. Surely Gran’s cockmilk would be the same way?

It was, turns out. Just as tasty as she’d thought. The problem was,

it was all she could taste.

Gran’s seed was shooting like a firehose and Catura just latched onto the nozzle. The deluge flooded her mouth with enough strength to force itself down her throat. She had tried to swallow on instinct, but the rush of cum forced her tongue down. Perhaps for the best, if it somehow was forced back on itself no one wanted to know the consequences. Catura didn’t want to let go, either, for in the intensity of her passion and affection, she felt the need to drink all of Gran just like he drank all of her. 

Lyria watched in awe as the cowgirl held strong against the current, the girl barely able to maintain her composure as her intestinal track withstood its hostile takeover. The girl’s stomach was bloating rapidly as all the spunk, that traditionally would coat the bed and some of the walls, was all funneled into the girl’s stomach. It was nearly bigger than one of her tits by the end of it, where Catura pulled away, mouth full of semen as she could hold no more, with several spurts covering her for good measure. She layed back, filled and covered in cum, and tried to swallow as much of the sauce as she could. 

🏆Exalted Horns: Survived the Flood🏆

For the first time since this began, Lyria was jealous. She always got to share at least some of each load he shot out (in one way or another), so for Catura to completely hog all of it was something that the girl was surprisingly cross about. Oh well, at least she had the chance to lick Catura clean. Once she was done with that, she hovered over the general’s face to see if she was alright. Catura grabbed the back of Lyria’s head and pulled her in, kissing her while putting some of the cum in her mouth into the other girl’s mouth. Lyria was no longer jealous. 

“Having fun?”

The two girls looked to the speaker, who had fully recovered by this point.

“Moofufufu… yes, but I still want…”

“Say no more.”

With that, Gran sat up on his knees and guided Catura into the missionary position.

“Aw, I was hoping… I would get to ride you…”

“Sorry, but that’s not safe with my… size. Since no one can take me all the way, I dont want to risk anyone falling and hurting themselves on me.”

He layed his dick out onto Catura’s stomach, which also lined itself up with her cleavage, nearly poking up to her neck and chin.

“Oh, I see… It looks much bigger like this…”

With that, he stepped back, and lined his head up for penetration. Lyria was already at the side, waiting to see how deep Catura could take it. With that, he started to push and walk forward, slowly working his cock deeper into the ox general. Catura’s eyes started to tear up, a painfully obvious smile on her face.

It’s finally happening… I’m going to start a family with my Prince… We’re going to be such a happy couple…. Mama, I hope you wanted grandkids…

About three quarters down his cock, he felt a wall, realizing that this would be as far as he could go. Lyria noticed, excitedly.

“Wow, Catura, you can take so much?”

“Is it… all the way in?”

“As much as it can go, yes”

“Oh, I couldn’t… take it all?”

“Aw, don’t feel bad! No one can take it all, just because of how large it is. But you’ve taken more than most can! You can take just as much as me!”

“Oh, well I’m glad that… I’m not falling beh-AAAAH!”

“Catura!?”

“It’s so goOOd… He’s hitting aAAll… my b-buttons…”

Gran was currently in the middle of a slow, even rhythm of thrusts. Lyria, with not too much to work with unfortunately, was left to just sucking on Catura’s tit. Lyria just noticed: she’s only ever sucked the right tit, and Gran has only sucked the left one. Maybe she should- nevermind, Catura was sucking her own left tit, and loving every second of it. Too late.

Catura let go of her nip accidentally, the pink nub had fallen out of her mouth as a-

“MoooOOOOoo!!”

Lyria stopped for a second, processing what had happened.

Catura said the funny noise.

But also at the same time, the tit that was released started spraying milk all over the part of the bed it lay on, forced to the side because of her massively swollen midsection. The steady sprays of milk started to seep into the sheets, with a puddle eventually forming.

“Catura, how much milk do you have!?”

“Moooo… My teats… never run dry… there’s always some milk… no matter what… I think it’s because… I’m the Ox General… but I don’t remember Mama… being like this…”

“You never run out of milk!?”

“Never…”

“Oh… careful, Catura… I might just make sure you do…”

“You’re welcome… to trYYY!”

Gran had quickened his pace.

“Oh, Catura, he’s close! Get ready, you’re about to get your babies now!”

“MooOOOOooo… thAAnks… for tEElling mEEE…”

The girl in blue got up and hugged Gran’s side, putting a hand next to her mouth as she whispered in his ear,

“Cmon, Gran… She’s always wanted this… She’ll be so happy with your babies… Don’t hold back…”

With that, the floodgates were opened once again. His seed began to pour into her womb, her belly swelling larger and larger. She was lucky she had drank her own milk earlier, the energizing and revitalizing cream’s absence would have allowed stretch marks to show. But thankfully, she managed to keep a smooth, healthy dome as her belly expanded with cum. The balloon swelled to a point where it had pinned her down completely, rendered immobile by Gran’s production.

“Lyy…a…”

“Catura?”

“Ca… brea…”

Gran noticed that the general’s tummy, due to its size and weight, was now crushing the poor ox’s lungs. He hurriedly grabbed a hold of her, shoving her belly to the side while his other arm and Lyria pulled Catura out from under herself. Now, she lay on her side, lungs able to open somewhat and allow precious oxygen into her now relatively safe breathing bags.

“T-thanks…”

“I’m sorry, I won’t let this happen next time…”

“Moofufufu… I’ll forgive you if… you cuddle with me a bit…”

He was certainly open to that idea for a bit.

… … 

A quiet knock against his door disturbed the peace.

Quietly, the door cracked open, Narmaya’s face peeking through the opening.

“Captain, are you still…”

She looked over to the bed.

A large belly and pair of breasts blocked her view of who laid towards the end of the bed, but she could see the long, blue hair of a person Lyria asked her about earlier that day and realized that Catura’s… initiation had come through.

Towards the headboard, Gran had fallen asleep sitting upright as Lyria sat in his lap, filled and content.

“...I’m sorry… Good night, everyone…”

She slowly closed the door. She sighed, and put a hand to her belly, which had a noticeable bump to it now, which could only be hidden by her enormous bust.

“I’m sorry, baby. We’ll see Daddy soon.”

With that, she walked towards her own quarters…

only to stop before turning the corner…

She turned around, quietly snuck into the room, and slept on the opposite bed.

“I’m sure I’ll wake up before him… and give him a nice morning surprise…”

With that, she laid down, and went to bed.

Chapter Text

Gran, Lyria, and Threo stood in a grassy valley, the island deserted for the most part, save those that stood before him, unhappy with their meeting. 

A regal, impressive figure stood across from him, about 15 yards away. A tall man, with sweeping blonde hair fronted by a long cowlick, in a black brigandine covered by a white cloak with gold trim and red and purple lining. Two swords were strapped to his side  Seofon of the Eternals stood arms crossed, brow quizzically askew  and a soured expression plastered across his face.

Besides him was Eahta, the katana wielder of the Eternals. He stood tall and intimidating, his long horns threatening to pierce the upper skies, long silver hair flowing down to his feet. He bore an armored gi in a similar fashion to the other eternals, with three katanas strapped to his right. He had a serious look on his face, the same as the Captain always saw, but it was hard to read his mood today.

To the human’s other side was Seox, the fist wielder. He wore a similar getup to Seofon, but his hood also covered his erune ears. He also bore a black mask, designed to hide his expression (and extreme shyness) from others. Two large, crystalline claws jutted out from his wrists, external grips he used as weapons. Gran knew too well how deep they could cut first-hand.

Their leader broke the silence.

“So, Captain, I trust you know why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Good, then hopefully you understand the gravity of our situation?”

“I know how hard it can be for you to wrangle so many Eternals together, Seofon. I’m sure it’s serious.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve gathered plenty more than this before!”

“Are we including Tweyen up there and Tien in the bushes behind me?”

In the bushes, while not audible enough for him to hear, the gun-toting Tien let out a small huff. She also wore the matching armor of the eternals, though it spared her back like Seox, but also her smooth stomach and lower body. The last part was especially crucial, as Tien had what was most likely the largest Hyper ass in the skies, the large mountains that liked to wibble and wobble with her every slight movement. Especially when she pulled the trigger. There was no armor in the world that could protect her tush without compromising her mobility, so it was left bare, covered only by the tail of her cloak. 

High up in the sky floated Tweyen, the best archer in the skies and the Eternal’s premiere sniper. A human woman in the Eternals’ black brigandine, white cloak, and a pair of accessories resembling feathers strung a large, 4-armed bow, drawn against the Captain.

“Heh, good eye, Captain! But seriously, we need to talk about you two.

“As I’m sure you’ve heard many times until now, the Eternals need our representation to hold as the strongest crew in the skies. Without it, many criminals and enemies would cause chaos if they were to think we had gotten soft or weak in any regard.

“I don’t disapprove of you having a relationship, and it really is out of left field to hear it, but Threo having a child is a crack in our image we can’t tolerate. If the skies believe that we’re loosening our watch on the skies to start raising families, then they’re going to try and pick us off or target those we’re close to. It may be things we can handle, it may not, but regardless it’s a lot of trouble none of us want to deal with.”

“I understand, Seofon. That’s why I sent you that message. I don’t want to hide anything from you.”

“Good. You also mentioned some other women. Narmaya and Lyria, right?”

“Io and Catura as well.”

“Interesting. Now, why so many though? Threo wasn’t enough for you?”

“It just… happened. Everyone knows, and everyone is on board with it.”

“And they’re pregnant as well, correct?”

“Yes.”

“So how did all this happen? As far as I was aware, Captain, you’ve never so much as touched a woman. I figured you and Threo would do something eventually, but so many others as well?”

“They all came to me. They told me how they felt, and I… did the same. I won’t say it doesn’t look bad, but we all stand by our decision. It’s our lives, our feelings, our relationship.”

“Glad to hear it. That doesn’t solve our problem, though. Threo is still pregnant, after all.”

“I’ll help. If chaos comes as a result of our relationship, I’m more than willing to help stop it. I’m keeping my ears out for anyone I have reason to suspect, and if you catch something I don’t, I won’t hesitate to lend you a hand.”

“Are you sure you want to make that promise?”

“If I can’t take responsibility for bringing a child into this world, what kind of father would I be?”

Gran knew too well how lonely it could be, growing up without a strong father figure. He’d be damn cross with himself if he left his baby to the same fate. And if more problems come out of the woodwork because of who their mother was, that was another problem he’d take head on.

Seofon waited a moment.

“... Heh, well I suppose I’m satisfied with that answer… Niyon?”

He stepped aside, revealing the floating harvin that hid behind him and the other Eternals.

Like most harvins, she had a petite stature, with long, soft magenta hair tied into a luxurious, picturesque ponytail. She, too, wore black armor underneath a large, flowing, white robe in similar fashion to her fellow Eternals. She had soft, rounded features and a gentle, shy disposition. She was very much a person that did not like standing out in crowds… which makes her constitution all the more unfortunate. 

She had one of the largest busts in the skies. On a draph or human, that would be enough to make their lives much more difficult. On a harvin? It would have immobilized her. And that’s also accounting for her enormous, plush ass too, that swelled to at least half her bosom’s size. Her legs were so comically meaty that they almost looked like carrots with her feet as the points and her kneecaps as some blemish on them. Her learning to levitate was not done so much out of making her stronger; she needed it to actually live her life. She couldn’t have led a happy life without the Eternals, and if she were to ever lose her musical capabilities… Well, she had already gotten over that scare before, all thanks to the Captain.

“He is genuine… He truly does care for them all. It was earnest and loving in a melody I have never heard before. It was one of the most beautiful I’ve ever heard.”

“I see… well, Captain, if that’s the case, then you’re free to go.”

Gran walked towards him,

“Thanks.”

“Hey, I should be apologizing here, if anything! I pretty much set up an ambush for you here in case you had any funny ideas!”

“Alright, then. Apologize.”

“Eh?... I mean… I’m, sorry, Captain…”

Gran couldn’t hold his laughter back, and a couple chuckles leaked through the facade.

Seox groaned,

“Seriously, Captain? In this situation?”

Eahta looked towards his compatriots,

“Relax, Seox. The Captain has earned the rights to a joke in poor taste.”

“H-hey, Captain! Don’t mess with me like that!”

“But really, why all the prep for this?”

“Well, Captain, I’ve seen quite a few people become corrupt with power, doing unsavory things in the process. When I heard of what you were doing with the rest of the crew, I just had to make sure. Especially with someone who can contest with all the Eternals.”

“I understand. You’ve no need to worry.”

“I know, but thanks for reassuring me.”

Afterwards, Seofon signaled the two rangers to come out of their positions. They talked for a time, catching up, and of course, informing themselves about Threo’s condition, in addition to the others. Seofon trying, and failing, to stay aloof and confident. Threo demonstrating a newfound strength she found after her pregnancy progressed. Eahta recounting Fif’s latest adventures. Seox keeping to himself until Gran stole his mask. Tweyen talking about her time getting Silva and one of her old hunting friends out together. Tien… seemingly occupied with thoughts, but keeping them to herself. 

Eventually, the conversation died down, and Seofon started goodbyes. 

“Well, Captain, I’m glad this ended well, but unfortunately we still have other things to do.”

“Gotcha. See you later, Seofon.”

“Good. Everyone, time to head back to the ship.”

Niyon, however,

“Actually… I need to go aboard the Grandcypher.”

“Oh? Very well, then. Keep in touch, Niyon.”

… … 

“I’m glad you decided to come with us, Niyon!”

“Thanks, Lyria.”

“What made you want to, though?”

“That’s…”

Gran could tell that it was something Niyon didn’t want to talk about in front of many others.

“Can you tell me later?”

“...Yes, please. It’s… something I can only talk to Gran about.”

“Oh… Alright, then…”

Lyria was a little upset at being left out, but was understanding of Niyon’s wishes.

Threo was walking around like nothing happened.

“Oh, right! Guess what, Gran!”

WIth that, Threo lifted her breasts, and brigandine with it, revealing her stomach to the onlookers. Her stomach already had a significantly large shape to it, possibly 20-30 weeks in perhaps, despite being a little over 2 weeks along. Her muffled voice broke through,

“Look, look! I’m showing! You can see her!”

Lyria’s spirits were immediately raised, 

“Oh, wow! Can I feel it!”

“Sure!”

Lyria placed a hand on the taut stomach, gently caressing it as her palm glided across the globe of her distended womb.

“They’re so far along!”

“I know! She’s gonna be a strong baby, I can tell!”

“How do you already know it’s going to be a girl!?”

“I just know!”

“Oh, alright then!”

As it went on, Lyria started to feel a sadness start to well up within her. Threo was already very far along, so quickly… Meanwhile, Lyria… had…

“OOOOIII!”

Rackam started calling them aboard,

“LOWAIN’S GOT STEW IN ABOUT 10 MINUTES!! YOU CAME BACK JUST IN TIME!!”

… … 

Lyria sat out in a room next to the deck, watching the clouds outside the window, unsure of what exactly to do or… think, or…

“Are you… ok, Lyria?”

The girl in blue looked up to see Catura, her best friend and Divine Ox, carrying a couple of cups, filled with some type of steaming beverage.

“Oh, Catura, it’s nothing…”

The draph woman sat down, setting one of the cups across her to her friend,

“Lyria, I know something’s wrong… you can tell me anything…”

“Oh, warm milk? Thanks! Is it… um…”

“It’s my milk… but really… what is wrong?”

Lyria’s head hung, she took a sip, then raised it slightly to meet her friend’s gaze.

“... It’s just… Me and Gran have been trying for a while now… and we still don’t have anything to show for it… I’m starting to get worried that… that…”

Catura saw her friend fighting back tears, 

“Lyria… I hope that you can… learn something from me…”

Lyria looked up to her friend, who continued,

“If you hold out hope… and you try to… find a way to make it work… then your dreams will come true… You can’t give up… and you can’t stop trying… but if you do that… you’ll get what you want… 

“For the longest time… I was worried I’d never… find my prince… and even when he came… I couldn’t be with him… because he had found someone else… but I still held onto hope… that I could be with him… and when I was at my lowest… when I thought any future… I had with him was gone… he rescued me… and showed me he loved me…

“And now, I’m with… my best friends… and my prince… and I have a baby… Cagliostro and Tikoh confirmed it… and I couldn’t be happier… This world rewards… those who try and wait… even the Captain… as he tries to reach Estalucia… he gets closer and closer… and stronger and stronger… He’ll reach it eventually… but he has the strength… and patience, to try… and wait…

“So if you’re worried about… not getting your turn… to be a mother… I say, just wait… and try…”

“... Thanks, Catura. That means a lot to hear.”

“Now, not to insult you… but maybe you’re not… trying hard enough…”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You may be with Gran… every night, but… you’ve only been trying for a couple weeks… it may be best… to wait for a full cycle…”

“Cycle?”

“Girls are most fertile… after their periods end…”

“Period?”

“Have you not… had your first period yet?”

“No? What’s that?”

Catura sat for a moment, trying to figure out what to say,

“Well… most girls have periods… and after their periods… is when they’re most fertile… they happen at least once a month…but if you’re not having periods… have you considered… medication?”

“Medication?”

“If your problem is… because of an illness… then medicine should… help overcome that…”

“Hey, you’re right! I’ll go see TIkoh!”

“Great, but… Lyria, just remember… there is always something… you can try… and if all else fails… we’ll have plenty of kids… and I’m sure they’ll love you…”

“... Thanks, Catura. Bye!”

With that, Lyria got up and started running towards the medical room, leaving Catura to sit and think.

She looked towards the cup opposite her end of the table, devoid of it’s usual steam. She looked over, and the cup was already empty, save a few drops that managed to stay at the bottom. Catura smiled, then started to finish her own cup of warm milk. 

Lyria… I love you, friend… I hope everything works out for you, friend…

… … 

Gran opened the door for his visitor, revealing the world’s strongest harpist on the other side of the doorway.

“Captain… Can I speak to you?”

He let her in, and she drifted inside. 

“Thank you for allowing me to come aboard again.”

“It’s nothing, Niyon. What did you want to talk about?”

“Your group.”

Gran decided to sit down for this, and Niyon sat next to him. 

“I understand if you disapprove of it, but-”

“Nothing like that. I think it’s fine. It’s a strange arrangement, sure, but when has anything we’ve done been normal? Besides, you all seem so happy with this arrangement, and It’s a tune I can’t help but treasure. However, I can’t help but worry about what others will think.

“People often suspect Hyper members of crews to be slaves to their desires. We know better, but to others, our… distinct features are what separate us from normal folk. It’s the one thing they can see about a person they don’t understand, so they think it’s all we are. You’ve done a good job of fighting that idea, as have the Eternals, but what you are doing now may change that. When people find out that you’ve been with several female crew members, and gotten them pregnant in the process, it comes off as irresponsible. When people see what you’ve done, they may only see you as another corrupt person of power, one who takes advantage of those who work for him.”

“But anyone who knows us would know that couldn’t be true!”

“Yes, they would. But I speak of those that do not. To the people who have only heard of you, or will see you for the first time, they won’t. That is why Seofon set up his test: he needed to ensure that you would not fall in the way we have seen in the past.”

“I see, Niyon. Thank you, but I won’t ever do anything like that…”

After the lull in the conversation,

“So, what did you want to come aboard for? I don’t think you told me what you needed.”

“Oh, well…”

“Since it was something you said only I should hear, then I figure it’s important.”

“It’s… really not…”

“Niyon, if you’re worried about me thinking less of you, or if I can keep a secret, you have nothing to worry about. You’re a great friend, Niyon. Nothing will change that.”

“... Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“... ‘Friend’... is that all… I’ll be to you?”

Oh.

Right.

Huh.

“...Well, let me rephrase then: You’ll never be anything less than my friend, Niyon.”

“,,, I daresay you’re catching my meaning.”

“Well, I’ve developed a sense for it at this point.”

“How many times did it take?”

“Oh, about 6, I’d say.”

“But you only have 5 girls in your group?”

“Not all of them were from them, and not all recently.”

“Oh?”

“For example, I got a marriage proposal from Yuisis after she got her family situation sorted out. She said she’d wait, though.”

“DId you now? What will you say?”

“Probably no. She’s a great woman and all, but I don’t feel the same way for her that she does for me.”

“So you have some self-control… Good.”

“I have a lot of love, but I am careful of who gets it.”

“So… it’s not an open invitation?”

“Well, first we have to like each other, then the other girls have to approve of you being in. We haven’t turned anyone down yet, but we still need to plan out who gets to be with me when.”

“I see. Not enough of you to go around?”

“Me? Of course. Time? No. However, most of them have assignments here and there, and I have to stay aboard the Grandcypher, so it’s not as if everyone is on me at once.”

“Of course. Otherwise, Lyria would only see you once a month.”

“I don’t have that many yet!”

“No. But I’m sure you will, eventually. I’ve spent some time aboard this ship, and I’ve heard many solos of unrequited love, and they’ll all get their chance in the spotlight in time.”

“...I wish I weren’t worried about what would happen if that came to be.”

“I understand that, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“So, since you don’t seem too uncomfortable and you’re asking about it this much, do you want in?”

“I suppose that depends… Do you want me?”

“Yeah, I do. You’re beautiful, Niyon, every part of you I’ve seen or heard.”

A blush invaded her face as she replied,

“... I see why so many have developed feelings for you. But, I am so happy to hear that, Gran. We’ve always sounded so great together, and I’ve always admired the sound of your heart, your love, your life. We form a harmony that I would never wish to be away from. If I could have even a moment of your time to be together, I’d be happy.”

“Thanks, Niyon. Now, though I doubt they’d say no, let’s go ask the others-”

“Wait!”

“Yes, Niyon?”

“Can you… hold me? It feels like my heart is pounding against my chest… and you’re the only one that can calm me down…”

Gran obliged, sitting back down, grabbing Niyon, and cradling her as best he could. She released her levitation, allowing gravity to take hold of her, their embrace strengthened by his need to hold her for stability.

“... Feeling better?”

She snuggled and wiggled, trying to get comfier, her physique impeding her. She could feel the strength in his arms, the beat of his heart, the feel of his hands keeping her steady… especially the one on her…

“... I think it’s getting worse.”

They both chuckled, and continued, Gran petting her head, brushing through her hair as she fell asleep in his arms.

While he would have loved to nap with her, he had things to do, so he set her on the bed to rest.

… … 

Cagliostro was currently rubbing her twat into oblivion, a decent passtime for her. She had developed a special aphrodisiac to aid in this regard, greatly increasing her sensitivity, though the ingredients could be hard to come by. And because of its magical production giving it a magical nature, she could easily dispel it if needed. 

Useful, given she heard a knock at the door, interrupting her current session. 

“Cagliostro?”

Oh shit, the Captain.

“Ah! Come in.”

With a quick snap of her fingers, the feeling of extreme ecstasy was gone, allowing her to focus on what was likely a very important talk. The boy opened the door, before closing it behind him.

“So, what brings you here, Gran?”

“Just checking up on your progress. Any ideas?”

“Right. I have a theory, and in order to test this, I need you to continue doing what you’re doing.”

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

“So I think it’s likely some sort of virus. Considering that it’s mostly kept to this ship, I think something here is the likely culprit. A virus would be able to infect everyone here. And by everyone, I mean the Hypers aboard. As far as I know, non-Hypers don’t seem to be affected by it.”

“So what does this virus do?”

“Well, for one, it increases the libido of those infected. As you know, Hypers, even ones not normally open to sex, are very open to the idea of being impregnated. Think about it. Io’s cared about you, sure, but to go from not even dating you to having your kid? Unheard of. But as soon as it happens, she’s happy as can be and the picture of health. It’s too unusual, and that’s a pattern that’s persisted throughout everyone you’ve been with so far: Increased desires and depression, that upon impregnation, becomes healthiness and happiness.”

“So what happens if I didn’t impregnate someone that catches this virus?”

“Honestly? No clue. We haven’t identified anyone that’s had the initial symptoms in the long-term. But I have done some looking, specifically at the subjects and the… sample you provided me a few days ago.

“Your semen seems extremely potent, and I think it’s to the point of being supernatural. A lot happens around you and you’re exceptionally powerful yourself, so I don’t think I can rule that out. Something about it is capable of curing the virus. I can’t pinpoint what that something is, but I think this is the key to helping the crew. Given that this is extremely unknown, I can’t rule out the possibility of death as an eventual consequence of not curing them.

“So what do you think we should do?”

“You keep knocking up anyone that shows those symptoms. I’ll keep analyzing your semen as well as any other subjects you pick up. That way, we can ensure the crew’s safety until I gather more information about the virus and your ‘cure.’”

Well, this was a pickle. An odd pickle too, but the entire situation was odd from the get-go.

“Right. Are you certain this could lead to death?”

“I’m not certain about any of this. But, I have a feeling that anyone left unattended for too long will end up far worse than if you were to work your magic on them. Think about it this way: if someone died because you weren’t willing to impregnate them, do you think you could bear that?”

…

“Alright, fine. I don’t entirely like this, Cagliostro, but I trust you enough to give it a shot.”

“Why are you so hesitant about this? You were already doing as I told you before, why the issues now?”

“What do you mean?”

“After this whole thing started, I told you: ‘The more data the better, and I don’t care how you get them.’ And after that, we got more data.”

“That’s what you meant?”

“Yeah. I’m not saying it’s the best solution, but it’s the only one we’ve proven works. And considering the potential consequences, I don’t think we can take chances.”

“Not even just… putting my semen in a cup and letting them ingest it would work?”

“No, Impregnation seems the only way to actually solve this issue. I don’t want to debate this: Knock them up, or I don’t think you’ll like the consequences.”

“...Alright. I’ll try it.”

“Anything else?”

“Nothing from me.”

“Good. Now, could you please leave my office? I have work to do.”

“Got it. See you, Cagliostro.”

“See ya.”

Gran turned around to leave. Cagliostro noticed the side contour of his cock, once again reminded of his tool’s size. He opened the door, and left, closing it behind him.

She locked the door with the snap of her fingers, poured out another dose of her aphrodisiac, and got back to work.

Stupid Gran… why do you have to do this to me?

… … 

Niyon woke up to the sound of a doorknob being turned, followed by a creek and footsteps.

The familiar voice of the Captain whispered to her,

“Niyon?”

“Yes, I’m awake… what is it?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m feeling better now.”

At this, he started speaking at a normal volume.

“Good Everyone else approves, by the way. If you still want, we could start tonight.”

Niyon had to mentally catch up before she could respond,

“Oh, yes. Fantastic.”

“Also, Lyria’s here.”

“Hi!”

Niyon looked up to see the girl in blue present, surprisingly enough.

“I see… can I ask why?”

“I’m here when everyone has their first time! I’m usually helping a lot, but I also like to have fun with everyone!”

“Oh… ok…”

“Niyon? Is something wrong?”

“It’s just… I was hoping I’d get to be with Gran… alone…”

“O-oh… alright…”

“It’s nothing against you, Lyria, just… I know we’re sharing him and all, but I just want this time to be… us.”

“I-it’s alright. I’ll find something else to do. If you need me, I’ll… be with Catura, then.”

With that, Lyria left the room, only slightly disappointed. 

“I didn’t hurt her feelings, did I?”

“I think she just got in the habit of being with everyone. Also, she really wants to have kids with the rest of them, but it hasn’t taken hold for her yet.”

“I see… So that was the sadness I felt coming from her…”

“Is Lyria alright?”

“She’s normally her usual cheery self, but when the topic of motherhood or children arise, she starts to become distant, and depressed. I hope she gets the children she deserves soon.”

“...Alright then. Now, usually we don’t have our clothes on for this part.”

Niyon smiled.

“My, my, Captain, aren’t we getting impatient? As soon as the opportunity arises you try to strip me of my clothes?”

“When I have a woman of such beauty in front of me I find it difficult to hold back.”

She could hear the playful and energetic melody resonating from his soul, an decided to keep going,

“Oh dear, I think Seofon had a point. You are a dangerous man… with a dangerous appetite… I think I’ll have to try and appease this beast, lest he lunges after some other innocent maiden.”

With that, she drifted over to him, trying her best to embrace him, and he unclipped her cloak, letting it fall to the floor. Niyon felt her heartbeat quicken in kind, nervous over finally reaching this point. Gran pushes her back a bit to start undressing himself, eventually revealing the chiseled physique of a veteran skyfarer. Niyon felt her eyes following the creases of his muscles, the sides and outlines of his pecs led her to the obliques, whose definition drew her over to his abdomen, a six pack standing out strong. Her gaze drifted down the middle, until she saw…

Oh shit.

She was in trouble.

“... So, um, how is that supposed to fit inside me?”

“It just kind of… does.”

“That will break me.”

“Well, if you don’t feel comfortable doing this, we can stop.”

Niyon pondered for a moment.

“... I’ll give it a try. For you…”

With that, she began to disrobe herself. Removing her armor, buckle by buckle, until she was bare as the day she was born. Her large breasts hung heavy, with areola that spanned quite large, but whose color was so faint that it was near impossible to determine exactly where they ended. Her nipples were inverted, reflecting her shy and reserved nature. She nervously looked to Gran for approval, who grabbed her, spun her, and hugged her from behind. In the process, his arms were wrapped around her breasts, nearly squishing her between him and her breasts.

“You’re beautiful, Niyon.”

“... Thank you, Gran…”

He began to massage her nipples, eliciting a moan from the harvin as he rotated his fingers in circles. They began to dig in deeper, creating more sensation for the woman, before they dug into the crevice of her nipple. A spike ran up from them to her breasts, wracking her mind with pleasure. She let out a long, heartfelt moan as she spasmed in his arms, her song just quiet enough to be heard by the captain.

“... you ok, Niyon?”

She eventually recovered,

“... Yes, I am… more than fine… hah… that was intense…”

“Did you cum just from that?”

“... They’ve always been sensitive… to the point of discomfort, often…But I just feel comfortable around you. I know you won’t hurt me…”

“Alright, then.” 

“Can we move on? I’m clearly as ready as I can be, and I don’t know how long I could last.”

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

With that, Gran walked on his knees to try and get into a comfortable position for the two, until he saw Niyon still floating. 

“Is there something wrong?”

“I was simply wondering… have you had sex with anyone and tried not to impregnate them?”

“No, not really.”

“So why are you impregnating all these women?”

“Well, first it was because Threo and Narmaya wanted it, then Io wanted it, Catura absolutely wanted it.”

“So all of these women wanted children right off the bat? They were sincere in their emotions, I could tell, but it is a bit strange.”

“Well… Try to keep it down low, if you can, since this isn’t quite confirmed, but…”

Gran explained what Cagliostro told him, about the virus and impregnation.

“I see… I suppose that could explain everyone’s willingness to jump straight to motherhood.”

“Did anyone seem unwell?”

“I did not sense any, no. Are you sure this is an infection?”

“We don’t know much, but Cagliostro seems confident about this route, and she hasn’t led me astray yet.”

“Very well. I suppose if it’s only affected the ones that love you so far, it isn’t the worst in the world. And if this can be utilized to allow any Hyper to bear children, then it’s something worthy of study.”

“Yeah, Cagliostro mentioned something about getting more ‘samples’ for her.”

“Not too surprising, given her pragmatic nature. I can’t say I like doing this purely for science, but-”

“We’re not. We’re doing this because we want to be together. The science is just… a side benefit.”

“... Glad to hear we think the same way, then. Now…”

She floated over to him,

“Since you’re the experienced one, I say you take the lead. Just… Please, be gentle.”

Gran nodded, and reached out a hand to her. As she took it, he slowly pulled her closer into a kiss, and she eventually felt his cock against her ass as it rose to attention. It almost felt threatening, like an invader trying to bash down her gate, yet it felt gentle. There was no extreme force upon her, just a large, friendly… penis.

He led her upwards, right over his cock,

“Captain, is this a safe position? I don’t know if I can maintain my levitation if this were to continue, and this…”

“I’ll hold onto you. You don’t need to worry. Besides, I think with your levitation and weight, you’re the only one who can have sex with me in this way.”

“My ‘weight?’”

“Well, I mean, being a harvin. No one can safely climb high enough for this position, and gravity would hurt them as it went inside: no one can actually take my entire length.”

“So, because I can float, and because I’m much shorter than everyone else, I am the only one who can do this?”

“Yes- Wait, I don’t mean to offend-”

“I wasn’t taking offense… I’m simply glad there’s finally a benefit to being a harvin.”

With that, she faced away from the captain, her plush rear facing the man sitting down. Finally, she began to lower herself, as more and more of his titanic girth began to enter her. Unfortunately, she only managed to get about a foot in before she simply couldn’t stretch anymore. Niyon felt like she was failing him at this point, being able to take so little of his length, worried about being a sufficient lover, unworthy of-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of strong, firm, loving hands on her upper hips.

“If you’re nervous about this, I can take over. If you want, that is.”

“... yes, you may, please.”

With that, he tightened his grip slightly as he pulled her up, scraping his lower head downward through her tunnel. She bit her lip as the anticipation rose right before he pulled her back down, completely filling her once more.

“hHAAaAAUuUuugh!”

“Are you ok!?”

“Hah… yes… more…”

As Niyon continued to catch her breath, he once again picked her up and lowered her, with similar results. He continued to lead her through it, and she continued to be enthusiastically vocal about it. 

“Are you ok, Niyon?”

“VEry… huu… please… keep going…”

“Am I being too rough with you?”

“N-no… I can handle a bit more… but this is fine…”

With that, he started slowly lifting and descending her once more, and started moving his hips in tandem with his thrusts to make it better for her. She leaned her head back, turning back to see Gran and determine how he was feeling. She could see his eyes glazed over, clearly enjoying it as well. His breath was ragged, the defined pectorals nearly hypnotizing her by expanding and contracting. She wondered if she really was getting him off that much by herself, given how little she seemed to be doing to him in return. Maybe he really was enjoying her that much? Was there something else going on? 

… … 

“C-caAATURAA!”

The girl in blue’s cries went unanswered by her companion. Lyria felt the buildup of pleasure through her lifelink with Gran as she hung out with her best friend. They had already been talking about milk when the other pair got started, and combined with Lyria’s rising feelings, the general had an idea.

This eventually evolved into Catura sucking on Lyria’s nipple, the dress having been discarded unceremoniously on the floor, in an attempt to coax out milk. Catura had been drinking milk ever since she was a kid, and she produced milk like crazy. Given how much milk Lyria was drinking recently, it might have been worth a shot to see if it was possible.

At least, that’s what Catura told Lyria. She really just wanted to help her friend with her lust and figured some fun was in order. That was also the reason her hand “accidentally” drifted down to the girl’s mound and inserted a fist inside. While it was nowhere near the size of the Captain’s cock, it was sufficient in gradually causing Lyria to squirt. While this was happening, Catura used the free hand that no longer needed to hold onto Lyria’s tit, thanks to Catura’s expert latch, and started playing with herself. 

… … 

Well, no matter what was happening, Niyon was happy if Gran was happy. 

With this, he started to pick up the pace a bit. His thrusts became more sudden and his moving her along his tip was quickened. She almost had a hard time breathing in as many a moan were forced out from her lips. She couldn’t hold back her voice as he continued to blast the back of her womb. 

“AaAAre yoOOU clossse toOO CUmming?”

“I’m… close, yeah…”

“KEEep goOOOING! I’m aAA…”

Gran didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what her shy yet bombastic voice was trying to tell him. Eventually, he felt her walls tighten their grip on him, a spasm ringing through her core as she let out a long, drawn-out maon, and it pushed him over the edge. He continued his thrusting and lifting as he blew his load inside of her, rapidly causing her to swell. As more cum weight flowed into her womb, it became harder and harder to lift her, and as his load persisted, he found himself only able to thrust, the large swell of her stomach beginning to drag her down forwards. Eventually, after multiple minutes, his deluge slowed to a dribble, and he let go of her. 

As he came to his senses, she was there, laying on the bed atop her breasts and belly, unconscious and satisfied. His tip was still inside of her, her womb refusing to part with him. Her eyes fluttered open to see Gran behind her, still ready for more if she wanted. 

Niyon, in an almost uncharacteristic act of boldness, wiggled her hips in a teasing manner.

… … 

After several hours of fun, Lyria sat asleep on Catura’s bed, the picture of peaceful bliss as she rested on her side. She also had a large swell in her stomach, for Catura’s milk was never-ending and she made absolutely sure to squeeze out as much as she could. Catura said she was never truly empty, and while she had yet to find evidence otherwise tonight, Lyria definitely drank her fill.

Catura also had a similar belly, though not quite as large as her friend’s. Unfortunately, Lyria could not produce any milk herself, so Catura was instead trying to drain her other breast. Not as hard as the newly resident milk lover, but enough to cause her belly to push her breasts apart in a lewd display. She laid down next to the girl in blue, drifting the tips of her fingers across her belly with one hand, and the other across her own.

“I don’t know if… this is unfair to say… I’ll always love Gran more, but…

“I love you too, Lyria… Good night…”

Lyria, still mostly asleep, smiled.

… … 

The sound of a clock ticking was interrupted by the eerie sound of a tape being interrupted.

In a hazy replica of Gran’s home in Zinkenstill, a mysterious woman roamed about, mind racing. 

You’d think the wedge of causality would have learned their lesson about simulated realities; For the most part they did, but there was one more thing they wanted to investigate. 

… … 

Several months pass in this pseudo-reality. The dragon is interrupted by the opening of a door. 

“Ah, welcome home, honey!”

Gran, slightly older than he was supposed to be, turned to his wife, who was setting the table for dinner. 

By the table stood a demure draph woman, proud horns sticking out through black hair ending in vibrant purple. Pale skin helped make her amethyst eyes stand out, wearing a black polymer suit underneath thigh-high leg coverings, and a white lab coat hung lazily around her elbows. At least, that was all that could be covered; the rest was sticking out of her skin suit, having grown too large to be contained and erotically framed by the tears they poked out of. Everything was dwarfed by massive breasts, each hovering a mere foot above the ground while maintaining a pleasant shape to them, full and swollen with milk that dribbled out of thick nipples, too sensitive to be held back by her usual straps and bull-skill nipple caps. The pink expanse of her areolas were about the size of the dinner plates she was placing, each with beads of milk too stubborn to fall off to the ground, the dots of cream decorating the tips of her pink flesh. Each one, while massive in their own right, were rivaled by the large pregnant belly she sported, filled with all the love and life her husband has given her. The taught ovular bulge threatened to knock over the table if she wasn’t careful, and she had to be wary of it as she waddled lest she kick it with her plush thighs. Behind her, the cheeks of her ass were all but swallowing the lab coat inside her crack, the large balls enough to raise her at least a foot if she were to sit down. “The Bakery Incarnate,” she liked to call herself, given the amount of cake, dairy, and buns she carried at all times.

“Beef stew is almost ready, hone- Oof, that was a hard one! Sorry, they tend to get excited whenever you come home. They miss you almost as much as I do, yknow!”

He walked up to her, pulling her chin towards him and kissing her passionately. For many moments they locked lips and fought with tongue before they parted for breath.

“Ooooh, careful, honey… I don’t want us to get distracted and burn the pot… Save ‘desert’ for later…”

She wiggled teasingly as she let her hands gracefully fall from his sides, and headed back for silverware as he raised a hand behind her back. Without a moment to spare, knowing just how much she loved it, he lowered it quickly in a sharp smack-”

… … 

Orologia awoke once more in the hazy duplicate of Gran’s home, flushed and bothered by her simulation. 

They grabbed their breasts, no longer swollen with milk and back to the prodigious size many of the Hypers close to Gran bore, to determine that this was, once again, not a simulation this time. It was interrupted by their counterpart in reality having orgasmed in their sleep. 

In the end, though, it was successful.

This could all just be one big mistake in the grand scheme of things. No way had the omnipotent imagined that the wedge of causality would fall for the one being in the world designed to exist outside of its limitations. They could only care for the boy for so long, in so many realities, in so many situations, and not have loved him. Maybe it was the body they fashioned for themselves to raise the Singularity, maybe it was the genuine attractions they would feel for him regardless, but they now knew:

It was possible for them to be together. There was a chance he would love them back.  

Chapter Text

A young woman looked towards the announcement board on the Grandcypher. It was a good habit to check it for recent news that needed to be made to all aboard crew members. Especially in this season.

Summer has rolled around once more, and the yearly trip to Auguste was scheduled again. This year many hands were needed helping Siero with a lot of labor as seasonal work. She did her fair share, but she was hoping for some kind of announcement for the summer. It was typical that some manner of vacation housing would be arranged for the crew, yet the poster wasn’t up yet.

She had brown hair, with a bang sweeping on her left, tied into a long ponytail reaching down to the middle of her back. Chocolate brown eyes scanned desperately across the board, darting corner to corner. She wore a set of specialized, custom-fit blue armor, a trademark for the Society’s ultramarine, that protected the majority of her torso while leaving gaps for mobility.

At least that’s what she says to anyone who asks. 

The truth is that finding material for gear that synergizes with Embrasque was very difficult, so they decided to just build it for the sake of protecting her modesty as best they could with the material they had, which meant that the poor Hyper’s breasts, the size of beach balls, were exposed barring her nipples, with additional support in the form of various straps of fabric, which tended to break after a fight or two. It also barely covered her ass, globes only slightly smaller than her chest, leaving the majority of her cheeks and crack open to the breeze. Under normal circumstances she would have a thin bodysuit she would wear to make sure everything was covered, but in the hot summer months she can’t stand the heat in it, and this barely covers more than her bikini anyway, so she was able to grin and bear it. Also helps against the majority of thugs and lowlives, who tend to be distracted before Embrasque stabs them a new one.

“Hey! Beatrix!”

Bea looked over to the voice calling her name, seeing the short figure of Sierokarte, owner of the Knick Knack Shack, waddling over to see her. The harvin merchant was also a Hyper, though thankfully just large enough to not be immobile.

“Would you mind helping me for a minute?”

“Oh, sure thing! What do you need?”

“Could you put this poster up top for me? I can put this other one below.”

“Of course!”

The board had duplicates for most announcements and job postings, usually one up top for most crew members and another one lower for Harvins and some of the younger crew members. Beatrix took the large poster from her, and scanned it for a mo-

“T-this is the vacation announcement!”

“Right you are! Thanks for helping my business in Auguste!”

Beatrix continued to read it, seeing nothing too unusual. As per most years, there are a few houses arranged for the current aboard crew members, plus a separate, private beach reserved for some of the Hyper crew members, if they wished. Hypers could still go to the public beaches, there wasn’t anything wrong with that, but they have gotten increasing complaints over the years from tourists and locals alike causing trouble for them. The Captain decided, after their crew took off, to rent out a section of the beach for Hypers.

“Ooooh, I’ve been looking forward to this!”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it! At least more than your first summer excursion!”

Beatrix got a chill up her spine, still colder than the incident in question.

“Hey, not funny!”

Beatrix pinned the poster up on the board as Siero did the same below.

“By the way, Beatrix, I thought you should know: Gran has rented out a villa for himself and some other crew members for some extra privacy.”

“Really? I haven't heard anything about that! Dang, must be nice to be the Captain…”

“Well, I have a guest list ready to ensure no one untoward gets in, but from what I remember there are still a few empty rooms in it. I’m sure that if you ask really nicely, you can still make it in!”

“H-hold on, seriously!?”

“Just don’t spread the word too much, they want their privacy! Besides, I know you’ve been putting in extra effort for me, so think of this as me paying you back!”

“A-alright, thanks, Siero!”

Beatrix went towards the crew dorms, excited to finally pack her stuff and move in, not having even looked to see where it would be. Typical behavior for the Society member, thought Zeta…

… who was hiding and eavesdropping the entire time.

“Thanks, Siero! All according to plan!”

“No problem, Zeta. Now, as for-”

“Don’t worry, I know. They’ve already been taken care of. Society soldiers have the thugs held in a discreet location near Auguste until Erste can take their traitors to prison.”

“Amazing work, Zeta… but all for a prank?”

“Not a prank, Siero. You see…”

… … 

A few days ago:

In the Raduga, the Grandcypher’s sub galley, Beatrix sat by the bar on an extra-wide seat. On the other side of the bar, Ladiva, a tall, masculine female draph, was polishing a glass as she approached the young woman, sliding a glass her way. Beatrix looked at the glass, having not ordered any, and looked to the bartender.

“I just figured you could use a pick-me-up. If you’re not careful, the rain cloud over your head will get someone else!”

“Heh, thanks, Ladiva.”

“Come on, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Well… I just don’t… know…”

“Well, is it a matter of love? I’m sure you’ve heard it's something of a specialty of mine.”

“Hah, right… it, uh, is, actually.”

“Oh? Go on, what’s the problem?”

“Well, he’s… taken.”

“Ooh, I’m sorry to hear that. Who is it, can I ask?”

“... Only if you promise not to tell anyone.”

“Well, I hope it isn’t Gran, then.”

“Hu-wha- what do you mean by that!?”

“Well, I thought it was quite apparent that you had a thing for the Captain.”

Beatrix sat in shock for a moment. While her hands were on the countertop, if she were to be holding her glass it would likely comically fall out of her hands and shatter on the floor.

“Well… hit the nail on the head, I’d say.”

“So, everyone knows…?”

“Well, it isn’t exactly a small club, after all. Lots of competition.”

Beatrix folded her arms and stuck her head inside out of shame, ponytail flipping up and resting on the bar from the momentum. 

“... well, if you’re lucky, there may still be a chance.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s just say there’s still a chance. What would you do?”

“But isn’t he with Threo?”

“You haven’t been around on the ship long, have you?”

“No, I just came back for the summer, why?”

“Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, Threo is currently expecting.”

“Expecting what?”

“... She’s pregnant, Beatrix.”

“Oh…. HUH!?”

“Please keep your voice down, it’s a sensitive matter.”

“B-b-but how!?”

“We don’t know, but apparently there is a virus going around. It doesn’t affect most people, but supposedly it allows Hypers to get pregnant.”

“Huh, never heard of such a thing. But isn’t this a good thing?”

“Overall, I think so. But here’s the catch: Threo may be pregnant, but so is Io. and Catura. And some others, I think.”

“Oh, it happens at random?”

“Not random. They still need to, er, do the deed.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

“... Now, we don’t have many male Hypers on the ship, do we?”

“No, it’s pretty much just the captain and vaser… wait…”

“Now we’re on the same page. The Captain has gotten busy, huh?”

“... I never thought of him as the type…”

“Don’t get mad on their behalf, Bea. I managed to piece things together and ask him about it about a month ago. Everyone knows and is on board. Though, yes, it is a tad… uncommon.”

“So, what are you trying to say?”

“I doubt the Captain will ever agree to go one-on-one, but if you’re willing to share… I bet they’ll find a spot for you.”

“... I’ll need another glass to mull it over, I think. Put it on my tab.”

“Coming right up.”

As Beatrix was waiting for her next glass, Zeta came up to the seat next to her.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“GYAA-”

… … 

“I see, so THAT’s what this is all for.” Siero nodded.

“Believe me, I’m sick of seeing her pining all these years. I’m also, like, 90% sure that Ilsa also wants a piece, but I’m waiting for intelligence to confirm.”

“You’re quite the eavesdropper, aren’t you?”

“It’s called gathering intel… but yes.”

“At this point I’d be surprised if you yourself didn’t have feelings for the Captain.”

“Hah! It’s a big club, that’s for sure! But nah, I can’t say I’m all that interested. Always been about fighting hard and having fun!”

“Not even fun with the Captain?”

“Nah.” Zeta moves close and speaks quieter, “I got big ugly for that.”

“You and Vaseraga?”

“Hey, I need to blow off steam too, and I can’t say that I wasn’t curious about being with a Hyper. Just keep it on the downlow, if you don’t mind.”

“Gotcha.” They resume their previous postures, Siero clearing her throat.

“Well, now that my job is done, I’ll head back to my shack. See you around, Zeta!”

“See ya, Siero!”

… … 

Beatrix was prowling around the markets of the capitol, when she spotted a familiar pair of twintails entering a nearby clothing shop, and decided to follow.

The inside of the shop was about what you’d expect from a tourist trap: baubles and decorations littered across the walls, some streamers over the ceiling, and the store was absolutely packed to the brim with customers. However, she did see who she was looking for: A young woman, probably teenage years, in a white dress, tan skin, and her twintails ended with vibrant pink and green. If anyone could tell her where the Captain was, it would be Io.

It took a lot of effort for the Hyper soldier to weave her way through the crowd, especially considering that Io had already managed to dig her way through to the swimsuit section. Eventually she managed to squeeze her way in, and finally was able to see Io in another aisle.

“Hey, Io!”

Io immediately pivoted her head, wondering who it was who called out to her.

“O-oh, Beatrix? What’s up?”

“Hey, so… I heard about you guys hanging out in a villa near the Hyper beaches, and I was kinda hoping… could I join you?”

“... uh, how did you hear about that?”

“Well, uh, Siero said you had some extra room?”

Io racked her brain as the ultramarine pleaded before her. Siero would never breach confidentiality like that, and she knew that Gran asked to keep it lowkey. The villa was only for Gran and his girlfriends, specifically because they planned to…

… she better make sure it's for the reason she thinks.

“... so, do you know what the villa’s for?”

“I-it’s for Gran and his friends, right?”

“Yeah, do you also know where it is?”

“Uh, no, that’s part of why I came to see you. I was going to ask Gran himself, but I haven’t been able to find him yet at all, so…”

Interesting.

“Well, it’s up near Crescent Cove, one of the higher islands. It’s supposed to be a hot area for couples.”

“R-really? For couples!?”

“Yeah. Lot of nice scenery… crystal clear beaches… total privacy from anyone else… We need a lot of privacy for what we’re planning.”

Beatrix processed it all, and could not believe how perfect of a place it was. Picturesque scenery, a place to have Gran all for herself, it was the perfect place to confess her love! Maybe while all his friends were busy with something, or maybe later at night… this would be the day!

What Beatrix didn’t process was Io’s flirtatious tone, clear-as-day hinting that some manner of sexual interaction would take place.

“Y-yeah, that’s awesome! Better than I could have hoped, actually!”

Io (believed she) knew that Beatrix wanted in on the action. Between her years-long love for the Captain that was a common topic of gossip among Society members and crew members alike, her implications of what they were doing, and the establishment they were conversing in, there was no way someone like Bea would miss the point!

“Well, alright. I’ll ask the others if you can join the club, but try to keep what we do there a secret, ok?”

“Perfect, leave it to me!”

Beatrix didn’t quite understand what Io said, once more, but agreed on instinct in wanting to ensure she got into the villa.

“Anyway, I have a bit more shopping to do, so I’ll see you around!”

“Alright, see ya!”

Beatrix shoved her way out of the store, delighted at the opportunity she found herself in. She went outside and looked around, finding the villa she was going to stay at, and decided to shop around to look her best for tonight.

What she didn’t see is that she walked out of Cutie’s Closet, a local clothing shop branding themselves around lewd and sexual clothing, ranging from simple merchandise with innuendos and profanity across the chest area, to cosplay outfits for the bedroom, to the section she found Io in: extremely skimpy swimsuits that should certainly not be worn in public. She also had no chance to notice the large belly that Io was sporting, hidden somewhat by magic to not alert nearby shoppers.

Io breathed a sigh of relief in the Hyper aisle of said section, pulling out the white, shoe-string-thin lacy bikini she hid behind her back.

“So, which one…”

She was debating between the one she held in her hands, or one that resembled her old yellow, frilly swimsuit but a bit larger and much less coverage.

… … 

Lyria and Catura were snuggling on the couch, when a rambunctious voice hurriedly opened the door.

“Hey, hey! I felt a kick!”

Threo excitedly ran up to Lyria, wearing nothing but a large white shirt over a red top, tied at her cleavage, and a pair of red panties that went nearly unnoticed. She lifted her cleavage, showing off her baby bump to the girl in blue and divine ox.

“Oh wow, that’s amazing!”

She put a hand on the eternal’s belly, waiting to see if she could feel anything. Catura, however, looked puzzled by something.

“Should you be… this big… this soon?”

“What, my boobs or my belly?”

“...Both…”

Catura’s worries were not without warrant. Threo was already one of the chestiest on the crew, and her boobs had grown nearly half their size over; Threo has been kicking her breasts forward for quite some time now. They’ve also started to produce milk. Not as much as Catura is able to, but a substantial amount, especially for a Hyper. Additionally, her belly has been growing substantially. What should have been a bump is more of a blimp, looking full term with triplets, at least. Her breasts had no way of hiding the swell of her womb anymore, instead dangling off to the side of it.

While not in the same room, Narmaya and Io were in similar states, breasts also engorged to similar degrees, although Io had catching up to do after starting a bit smaller. Catura had actually surpassed them, her breasts threatening to reach her knees, though she wasn’t as far along. Her milk production has also skyrocketed, to the point where she’s been milking herself for hours on end and sending them back home in cold canisters. Niyon was more recent, and this hadn’t changed much, but from what they’ve heard her growth was on par with the rest for her growth.

“What’s wrong with a big belly! I can just tell my cubs will be as healthy as can be!”

Catura’s ears perked up, “I suppose at… that size… you have to be…  having multiples.”

“I wish I could join you all…”

“Oh, right… has Tikoh… been able to help?”

“No! We’ve been trying supplements, magic, everything we can think of!”

“It’s ok, Lyria! I’m sure you’ll have some cubs yourself sometime!”

“My momma said… she tried for years… before she had me… I suppose some people… are just unlucky.”

“I hope that’s the case… If I can’t, for some reason…”

“It’s ok, Lyria… Don’t give up…”

Lyria’s train of thought was interrupted by Threo’s fetal movement, feeling a sudden kick at her palm.

“W-waaH! Oh, wow! They kicked hard!”

“Hah, you bet! My babies will be the strongest in the skies!”

At this, Io walked in, with a bag in one hand. She walked over to her fellow girlfriends, and let go of her enchantment. Her dress practically disappeared between her boobs and belly, the only trace of the short garment being her back.

“Hey, glad you’re all here, I got some news: Beatrix wants to join us tonight.”

Lyria sat up:

“Oh? Do you mean to come see us or to join the club?”

“Join the club, obviously. I’d have shot her down if she wasn’t.”

“Awesome! Glad to have someone new again!”

“So… we’re not concerned about this group getting too large at all?”

There was some silence between them all, before Catura spoke up.

“I mean… As long as he… keeps me happy… I won’t complain… Besides… If it weren’t for… our agreement… I think I’d be… distraught by now… Maybe it’d be… the same for you…”

“That’s… a fair point, I suppose.”

Lyria stood up, “If anyone were to have a problem, wouldn’t it be Threo? She was Gran’s girlfriend when this started, after all.”

“Wait, what would I have a problem with?”

“Gran sleeping with other girls.”

“What’s wrong with sleeping?”

Io pinched the bridge of her nose, “She means fucking them and knocking them up.”

“... I also don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

“Why do you mean?”

“I mean… his dick is too strong for me. It’s been a lot of months and I still haven’t beaten it! So I’ll take any help to calm him down. Also, a lot of other people are getting strong cubs out of this too, right? You all seem to really like having a bunch of cubs to look after! He’s happy, I’m happy, you’re happy, so what’s the problem?”

“... ok, but what if he… takes it too far?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if he ends up hurting someone? What if he gets someone pregnant who doesn't want to be?”

“Why would he do that?”

“Most people who have sex with this many women, let alone impregnate them, usually end up hurting a lot of women in the process.”

“... but Gran doesn’t, right? So what’s wrong?”

“You trust him that much?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

Lyria walked over to Io, whose head was starting to hurt trying to explain her problem to the berserker.

“Hey, I don’t think Gran would do such a thing, and I don’t think you do either. He’s made us all happy, and if we have a problem, we can always talk about it, right?”

“Yeah… I dunno, maybe the weirdness of the situation is making me panic a little bit.”

“Pregnancy can… make you paranoid… Momma was like that… when she was with me…”

“... Maybe that’s it.”

Io hung her head, looking at her belly. She touched a hand to it, as if to make sure this was all real.

“... Oh right, so does anyone object to Beatrix being in?”

They all kept quiet, some even shaking their heads.

“... Alright, I’ll tell Siero to add her to the guest list. By the way, we’re all good for the plan tonight, right?”

“Yep! Narmaya’s getting the food prepared, Catura helped make all the desserts, and Niyon said she’d be good to play!”

“Awesome, I’ll get us some ice going. Is Gran here yet?”

“No, he’s still organizing some stuff with Meg and Mag. He’ll be here on time, though, he promised me!”

“Ok, I’ll take a bath real quick.”

“Can I join you!?”

“... Are you trying to fondle my boobs and eat me out again?”

“... n-noooo…”

“... Fine, you can join.”

… …

Beatrix had finally reached the island, ready to enjoy it to the fullest. She had her swimsuit, a navy blue bikini she had previously used for some… rocky adventures… but now it was actually in season this time! She had it on underneath her overshirt and a skirt, so all she had to do was quickly take it all off and then she was ready for the beach! 

She DEFINITELY wasn’t covering up a little extra to hide the various cuts and holes exposing her nipples and crotch from her last adventure in the garment since she didn’t have enough cash on hand to buy a swimsuit tonight!

She walked up to the villa to the smell of mouth-watering shishkebab, but before she could investigate further, Niyon was sitting on the balcony, tuning a large harp that happened to obscure her pregnancy from the marine. The harvin, without looking up, addresses the new arrival:

“Hello. Bea, correct?”

“Uh, yeah, is Gran here?”

Niyon kept silent for a moment before continuing:

“He is not. Is it urgent?”

“N-no, but I did come here to see him. He isn’t busy is he?”

“... He’s patrolling the beaches right now. He may actually appreciate your help, since he’s doing it alone right now.”

“No one decided to help him?”

“Everyone else is busy preparing for tonight.”

“What’s tonight?”

“It’s a surprise for Gran. You’ll see it eventually.”

“Oh, well then I’ll head on over. See you later!”

Beatrix went over towards the beach to the right, nearly skipping in delight at the opportunity presented to herself.

Niyon contemplated the marine as she ran off into the distance. Her want of a romantic moment did not escape Niyon’s melodic insight, so she sent the marine to have her moment with Gran before it could become perverted. The eternal went back to tuning her instrument, having not noticed that Beatrix went the wrong way.

… … 

Gran was just about finished with his walk, having made sure there was no threat in the ocean right now, whether it be an albacore, mutant shark, sumo fish capable of drying the ocean, or zombie. He could see the villa in the distance before he heard hurrying footsteps from behind him. He almost drew his blade before he found an exhausted, sweaty, out of breath Beatrix frantically trying to catch up. The poor girl was wearing a white t-shirt and light shorts, each having been torn with gashes and holes, large and small, decorating them to the point of indecency. One gash was so large that an entire tit had fallen out, her swimsuit looking nearly as damaged, as one of her nipples was poking out. 

“C-Captain! (hah) Hey, good to (hah) s-see ya!”

“Are you okay!?”

“Y-yeah! Patrol (ah) complete! I only had a f-few minor interruptions!”

“Interruptions?”

“Oh, yknow, a crab here, a monster there, an Albacore that stole my flip flop and swam away, it’s good now though!”

“I didn’t find anything my whole walk here.”

“Well… now it’s extra safe!”

“What are you doing here, anyway?”

“W-well… um…”

Beatrix suddenly realized that she didn’t have anything prepared for when she would actually meet Gran here. 

“I, uh, came here to see you!”

“Right… what for?”

“I, uh… so, y’see, I… god I wish this could have gone better…”

“What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

“I just don’t know how to confess my feelings and…”

The only thing breaking the awkward silence that followed was the crashing of the waves and the breeze on the wind.

It went on for a while.

Painfully so.

“Uh… surprise?

“... Alright, so, I kinda, um… like you… I have for a while, and, uh, I… wanna join the group! Yknow, with you and Threo, and Catura… and Niyon… y’know?”

“... Alright, have you asked the others?”

“I asked Io, and she was fine with it, at least.”

“Well, since you’re here, I’m guessing everyone is ok with you here, but I want to ask the others just in case. Is that ok?” He turned to start walking them back to the villa.

“Yeah- Wait!”

Gran turned back around.

“... C-can I ask that we stay here for a minute?”

“Sure, why?”

“... Look, I’m sorry, I was really hoping this would be a bit more romantic and I wanted everything to be perfect… and then I had a hard time finding you… and then they kept attacking me… And now you’re just here listening to me ramble, confused and worried, and…”

“... Alright, sit down.”

“Huh?”

Gran put a hand on her shoulder, urging her to sit on the beach. After she sat down, Gran handed her his jacket, and sat down next to her.

“... Is this what you wanted?”

“... Yeah…”

He saw the poor girl was about to cry, and hugged her. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he rested his head on hers.

“... Thank you so much, Captain… I…”

“I know… and I like you too…”

With that, they sat together for a while. Only when the sky began to develop hues of orange did they sit back up, heading back.

… … 

The preparations had been complete for about half an hour by now, all the girls on the back patio and beach waiting for the man of the hour to return from his patrol. Many had considered looking for him before they found Gran and Beatrix rounding the rock, finally coming back to the villa. They all ran toward the pair, excluding Catura who walked at a snail’s pace, relieved to see them safe.

“Thank goodness you were ok!”

“Hey! Were you going fishing without me!?”

“Goodness, Captain, don’t go wandering off like that!”

“What were you thinking!? You didn’t think to bring someone with you!?”

“I’m glad you’re safe, Captain.”

Beatrix went up to the group, bowing in apology:

“I’m sorry! I went to see him and talk for a minute, and we stayed a bit too long!”

Niyon piped up, “Don’t worry, I figured this would happen, but decided to leave this as a surprise.”

Lyria went to Gran’s side, and excitedly hugged him from the side.

“Well, everything ended fine so I say we move on! Speaking of surprises… we decided to throw a party for you, Gran!”

Beatrix pumped a fist,

“Awesome, so are we… huh?”

Only now did Beatrix notice everyone’s choice of attire… if it could even be called that.

Lyria was wearing her usual dress, and a straw hat with a couple flowers, as usual, but Threo was wearing a red bikini that barely covered her nipples, and the rest of her areolae were completely exposed. Narmaya was wearing a white thong, looking nearly naked from behind, and a white and blue bikini top that dug into her inverted nipples, the string as thin as a small cord and the pad themselves the size of her palm. Io was wearing the bikini she was holding at the shop, a white bikini that covered everything… but being exposed to water had turned the entire thing translucent, exposing specific parts. Her nipples and snatch were covered, but could be seen plain as day. Niyon was wearing a surprisingly modest swimsuit, not quite as secure in her body as the others, but it still hugged her enormous chest tight, headlights greatly apparent through the garment. Catura finally caught up to the rest at this point, and she herself was wearing… nothing at all, apparently. That or whatever garment she brought was completely covered by the biggest chest on the beach. Catura was slow before, but now with all the extra weight she was even slower than ever, quickly tiring herself out. All the strength a divine general possesses can only help so much given Catura’s low muscle mass and enormous milk tanks. 

She walked right up to Gran and gave him a big hug, nuzzling into him,

“I’m so glad… you’re ok, Gran…”

“Waitwaitwait, w-why is everyone dressed like this!?”

“This is the surprise, duh! And I don’t want to hear it given how you styled your clothes!”

Beatrix looked down at her shirt, or rather what was left of it, in the open jacket. Between her sweat and the various holes her now see-through top left pretty much everything exposed. A breeze passed through as she was examining her state of dress, a draft readily apparent where her pussy and ass crack were.

“T-this was an acci-”

“I love it!”

Threo excitedly interrupted the marine before she could defend herself.

“It makes you look super strong! Like a bunch of battle scars, kinda! You look awesome!”

“... It does kinda fit well, now that you mention it.” said Io, who could not help but concede.

The rest of them began to nod in agreement. Beatrix wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Y-yeah, thanks, everyone!”

Narmaya stepped forward, “Well, now that everyone’s here and alright, let’s eat!”

They all went back to the patio, an array of grilled seafood, fruit, and other fixings made available to them all in large quantities. Narmaya decided to make a lot of food knowing they were all eating for multiples and, worse comes to worst, Threo was practically bottomless. Each was chatting about something or other, sometimes about their various pregnancies, but surprisingly about a plethora of other topics. Io and Lyria were talking about the old days, Narmaya was feeding Catura and Niyon, since Catura couldn’t reach the table and Niyon was quietly playing for everyone to enhance the atmosphere. 

Gran simply sat there, and in this moment of peace he realized he really had something special. Not only did all of these girls return the love he felt, but they all got along surprisingly well. Sure, some of them may have felt jealous or neglected or pent up, but usually it was dealt with quickly, never getting even close to warranting a fuss. It almost felt too good to be true, and it made him ponder how he got to this point. Did he deserve this? He had saved the skies countless times over, was this some way to reward him? He had already met many different acquaintances on his journey, and had many fun adventures; it wasn’t all just fighting or paperwork. What about him drew in the romantic and sexual affections these girls all had for him? He didn’t feel particularly special, beyond all the shenanigans he’s been caught up in. Heroics aside, he felt fairly average. He was a Hyper, sure, but he was just another guy trying to do the right thing while accomplishing his goals. Aren’t most people like that?

Beatrix notices that Gran hadn’t touched his plate in a while. When the Captain looked back, she simply smiled, pulling her in and planting a kiss next to her lips, where some sauce from the shrimp had managed to paint itself on. She blushed at his boldness, and decided to continue her meal after seeing him cheer up a little. 

… … 

Everyone had stuffed themselves full of delicious supper, glad to have partaken a hearty meal. Beatrix insisted on cleaning the plates as she didn’t have any hand in the prep work, and Narmaya begrudgingly allowed her to do so. Desert was also nice, some shaved ice from Io’s magic with flavored syrups, a delicious chocolate cake from Narmaya, and some ice cream made from Catura’s milk, fresh from the tap. 

After everyone had their stomachs settled, Io called to everyone,

“Alright everyone, let's head into the master suite. I think now-”

“Is it orgy time!?” excitedly said Threo, who had already gotten up from her chair and practically bounced her way through the door inside before she ever got an answer. Beatrix was stunned by the stunt.

“Wait, sorry, did you say-”

“You think we wore these swimsuits just to tease him? Besides, you were the one who came here to get knocked up, right?”

“.... eh?”

“You said you know all about us, right?”

“R-right, but I mean… pregnant?”

“Yes, we’re all pregnant. If you’re in deep enough to hear about the villa and our arrangement, surely you had to have known, right?”

“O-oh, right, uh, Ladiva told me, I just didn’t realize…”

Beatrix fidgeted for a moment.

“U-uh, is it like, a for-sure thing? Like, what are the odds of me getting pregnant from this?”

“Evidence suggests 100%. Look around.”

“R-right… uh, will you judge me if I sit this one out? This has been awesome and all, but, uh…”

“It’s fine.” Niyon answered, “This would be a lot, and children can be quite the burden. Besides, I would not want to have this forced on you.”

“Uh, thanks, Niyon. I’ll, uh, relax here or something.”

Lyria was slightly disappointed, but ultimately resigned, “Well, let’s just keep this going as planned, then! I’ll come check in on you, Bea!”

“Heh, thanks, Lyria. I appreciate it.”

With that, they all began waddling up to the master suite, leaving Beatrix alone on the patio to enjoy the sounds of the ocean.

… .-

Ok, it’s been 5 minutes and this is boring as hell. Maybe there’s a game room or something?

Beatrix got up to tour the villa, discovering a spacious kitchen with plenty of windows, a large living room, a side hallway leading to several different rooms- woah, they all looked very sturdy too! They were probably made for hypers or something. Was this whole villa designed for hypers? Most Hypers weren’t respected enough to be able to own or lease someplace this nice. It was likely for the odd Hyper “assistant” or something, now that she thought of it. She walked back out, and…

Bea heard a shriek come from upstairs. Most people would have assumed it was the massive orgy going on upstairs, but Bea had been through too many battles to hear anything other than what was most likely a cry of pain, perhaps an ambush? Assassination!? There was no thought, only the honed instinct of a Society veteran that tensed up and moved quickly and stealthily up to the master suite, where she heard it. She noticed the door ajar, and peeked in to-

Holy. Shit. 

She… wasn’t sure what in the world could have prepared her for this. Through the crack in the window was 6 of her closest friends all having sex on the same set of beds. Both Lyria and Threo were currently breastfeeding from Catura, who was mooing in delight, Io was currently face-deep in between Narmaya’s thighs, and Niyon was currently being manhandled by Gran while her harp floated off to the side. It all collected into a cacophony of skin clapping, gushing, moaning and grunts that the poor ultramarine was not trained to handle. 

She looked around the room through the ajar door, trying to hide her presence as much as possible, but ultimately did not notice anything out of the ordinary… besides all the fucking, at least. It really was just everyone sitting around… being sexy… gods, that’s so much milk… what did she eat to get that big?

Bea’s train of thought was interrupted by Gran grunting louder than usual, and Niyon moaning at a very high key. She looked over to the pair, and watched as the bulge in Niyon’s stomach started to grow, forming a large belly that started to touch the sheets. If Niyon wasn’t able to hold herself up with her levitation, the belly was able to keep her up. Then it kept growing and growing until eventually it began to peter out and cease. Niyon got one more kiss from Gran before lifting her and setting her to rest on another bed, and had Narmaya take Niyon’s place. Lyria looked back and forth between Catura’s boob and the resting Niyon, before Catura gave her a nudge away. In response, Lyria skipped over to Niyon and began to eat the harvin out, lapping away to get as much of Gran’s seed for herself as possible. 

Bea had to admit that a part of her found it arousing. She was no prude by any means, but had hoped for a more… personal connection. It did look fun though, and she couldn’t deny that it was getting her a bit hot and bothered. She didn’t know fully why she didn’t leave them to it, though she was mainly curious as to what the big deal was. She ended up watching for a while, reaching south to scratch an itch she wasn’t aware was growing. Eventually Narmaya would hotdog his cock before she got stuffed and Io replaced her, with the draph taking a rest on another bed with Catura. Puddles of milk could be seen on the sheets and dripping to the floor, along with another, separate, puddle by the doorway outside of the room. Then Io would swap out with Catura, then to Threo, each one taking a break and eventually rejoining the action except Niyon. 

Niyon had woken up enough, having to rest longer than the others after the rough treatment she had asked for, and looked over to the door. She saw Beatrix, squatting down by the doorway. One hand was absentmindedly groping her boob, the other scraping the edges of her honey hole. She hadn’t even disrobed from her shredded clothes, given how much easy access she had to anything she needed to relieve herself. The harpist could hear the out-of-tune emotions the soldier was feeling, a mix of confusion, lust, love, nervousness, anxiety, a miscellaneous mess. Strangely not jealousy. It was discordant, a lack of harmony that likely was just as harmful to Bea as it was for Niyon to have to hear it.

A sneaky thought intruded in the eternal’s mind, and she pondered it for a short while. Perhaps unwelcome, but she clearly was asking for it given the thoughts she had and the thing she’s done. All it would take is a little nudge to help the poor girl get what she wanted.

Most of them had been exhausted at this point, the only ones awake had been Gran, Lyria, and Niyon, and Niyon was only barely so. Right after Lyria had taken her turn, a low bass note reverberated throughout the room, coming from Niyon’s harp as she plucked the chord, causing everyone awake to have their lust amplified. All awake came immediately, Gran stuffing the girl in blue with a mighty surge of spunk as she cried out in ecstasy. It lasted for quite some time before he set her aside to rest, and noticed:

Beatrix was also targeted by the chord, having cum her brains out the same moment as the captain, knuckle-deep in her own folds as she collapsed onto the ground in the doorway. Gran got up to check on her, wondering why she was there in a state of delirium. 

“... ugh… c-captain?”

She slowly regained her senses, yet diluted with lust and need. She tried placing a hand on the ground to get up, yet instead placed her hand on a foreign, wet, large object. She looked down to find her grasping Gran’s cock just next to its head. Her hand was immediately covered in cum, and not just the captain’s. Curious, having been introduced to the substance for the first time, she brought it up to her mouth. It was a slightly bitter taste, yet mitigated by the savory and sweet tones that came from dinner and dessert a few hours before. 

Only now did the note’s effects fade and the reality of what she had done, before and after discovery, came crashing back into her mind.

“A-ah, Captain!? I-I can e-explain!”

Gran sat patiently silent, awaiting said explanation.

“... ok, so, I kinda got bored, and then I found this room, and I don’t know what came over me, but I saw everyone… um… yknow, and I kinda felt like watching… and then I… uh, came…”

“Do you want to join?”

“... y’know what? Yeah, actually.

“... I won’t lie, I’m scared to raise a kid by myself. Sure, all the moon shenanigans are done for now, but I mean, I’m still working. I doubt you all will kick me out for not having a kid myself, but… It doesn’t seem too bad in retrospect? It’ll happen eventually, I’m sure. Someday. But maybe just for today… some lighter fun?”

Gran nodded, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bed. She had quickly stripped her of what at this point barely qualifies as clothing and joined him.

“So, uh… I kinda don’t know what to do…”

He simply hugged her from behind, then laid back.

“You can just explore. It doesn’t have to be anything serious.”

Beatrix nodded, silent, before looking at what she had to work with. She caressed it in some spots, taking note of how large and… wet it was at this point. She did see some stuff that interested her, maybe she could try some of that? She took the tip up towards her mouth and started to slurp up the newfound treat, it continuing to spurt out despite the train of mouths, tits, and pussies that have been run over it. As she continued to suck, a burning need began to arise within her, wanting to worship it more, as if the more she sucked the more fuel was added to the fire. Years of repressed emotions were starting to arise in a flame that was finally being fed. She decided to stop, wanting some action for other parts of her. She clambered away, going more towards the tip of the dick, and stuck her ass out to-

Oh god no, she nearly just penetrated herself on that. Right after she said she wasn’t going to do anything serious, too! She really wanted it inside her… but no, she needs some restraint. She can’t have a kid just yet! Still, she needed to do something. She remembered that Narmaya tried something before she started having sex, and decided to try that. She took the head of his cock and began to rub it between her lower globes. Hotdogging, was it? After she got his cock nice and deep in there (or at least, as much as she could), she started rubbing it up and down. The motions were repeated, yet her core was still rising. It was fun, but it wasn’t enough. Her poor twat was in need of some attention.

She shifted again, and as she looked back, she saw that Gran started to get concerned for her.

“I-it’s fine! I’m just… trying to see what’s fun for the both of us!”

She then straddled the cock, and started rocking her hips back and forth, fucking his cock with her thighs. It was a tad difficult, she couldn’t quite wrap her legs around like she wanted, given the girth of it, but now it was… sorta like he was fucking something, and her groin finally got the appreciation it needed! The only problem now was that when she pulled away too far, the head retreated just enough to the where, while it wouldn’t slip out, it could slip into her pussy from here.

“A-ah, sorry, I gotta be careful! I can’t have this… amazing… hot… er, I won’t let it slip in, promise!”

She renewed her efforts in rocking her hips, continuing the foreplay. She thought it’d scratch the itch she was feeling, yet it kept rising in her, it was something that was much deeper inside her. It made her grow more careless, more aroused, and as she was starting to feel its effects-

Gran was enjoying it quite fine until a tightness had enveloped the entirety of his cock. He looked over to see what happened, when he saw that his cock had entered her pussy.

“I-it’s fine, Gran! I-I didn’t mean to! I’ll, uh, pull it out!”

“Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine!”

She tried to pull away, yet her snatch seemed to refuse to part with the head of his dick, her lips almost caught on the ridge of his cocktip. She tried harder, genuinely trying to get off his dick.

“I, uh, might be a bit too tight or something? I’ll try to relax.”

She decided to try and relax her pussy, yet it did not seem to work. It wasn’t exactly a muscle that she used often.

“Alright, just try relaxing everything…”

She decided to relax all her muscles, but in the process, she had lowered herself more on his cock, meaning more had begun to insert inside her.

“Damn it, this isn’t working!”

“Do you need my help, Beatrix?”

“... Hey, so, ALL of the girls you banged got pregnant?”

“Yeah, eventually at least.”

“So, how is that happening again?”

“Cagliostro said there’s a virus or something that’s going around. We think that it makes it so that the girls are able to become pregnant, but we haven’t noticed any other symptoms.”

“How long does it take to be infected?”

“We don’t know, but supposedly if you haven’t been on the ship you’d be fine.”

“So if I’ve only been around to help with summer work, I should be fine?”

“Theoretically.”

“... Fuck it!”

With that, Beatrix practically jumped backwards, bottoming herself out on his cock in less than a second. Her core was finally being sated, and with that much stimuli in so little time she immediately came all over him, squirting onto the bed in the process. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead, yet surprisingly not the other crewmates, throwing her head back with her tongue hanging out. 

Eventually she recomposed herself, and began rocking herself back and forth, wanting more and more. Gran, realizing she’s not going back to being concerned, decided to match his thrusts in return. The smacks of pleasure continued to reverberate through the room, each one in turn rising in heat. Beatrix let out one more moan before she practically collapsed from her orgasm, which caused Gran to erupt in turn. Her belly bloated enough to lift her off the bed.

This continued in cycles throughout the night, a long, hard battle that lasted through halfway into the night as they continued to rut. Beatrix would never wish to admit it, but she actually ended up the largest out of all the girls that night in terms of how much output they took, her own belly nearly as big as the bed it rested on.

There were some twists and turns, but like most of Beatrix’s adventures, it all turned out great in the end, almost happily ever after…

… … 

A week later, Beatrix sat in her room aboard the Grandcypher, holding up a report she had gotten earlier that day after some minor symptoms. She could still hear the results in her head:

“Congratulations, Beatrix!” said Tikoh

Turns out it wasn’t all fine.

Zeta barged into the room,

“Hey, heard you had another rough morning?”

“... oh, hey Zeta…”

“Oh no, what’s wrong?”

She handed her spear-wielding compatriot the papers and watched the blonde read them over.

“... well, at least you have Gran now, right?”

“Sure, but I mean…”

“Aw, relax, you’re gonna be a great mom! Besides, I can help out with raising the little tyke!”

“You mean that!?”

“Well, duh! I’m not gonna leave my best friend out to dry like that! Besides, the daddy’ll be quite busy with all the others running around, we need someone to contribute!”

“How did you know it’d be Gran?”

“Who else would it have been?”

“Right… by the way, supposedly this is happening because of some virus going around on the ship.”

“A virus that makes girls pregnant?”

“No, it allows Hypers to get pregnant. Or to get others pregnant? I don’t remember if Gran had it or all the other girls, but if they’ve been on the ship for any period of time, there’s a chance.”

Zeta’s face went blank for a moment upon processing this.

“W-well, I gotta stop by Tikoh too then! I’m not f-feeling well all of a sudden!”

“Huh, uh see ya?”

Zeta rushed out the door, nearly slamming it behind her.

“What’s gotten into her?”

The answer she didn’t know was Vaseraga.