"Mmm," Hawke murmured, hugging the sweet little thing close to her body in bed. She kissed the back of her head until she found her ear. Hawke licked her lobe, then nibbled affectionately. Her hard on pulsed against the gentle curve of that ass. Hawke squeezed it in a hand. "Serah."
The ear left her playful nibble in an instant. Something hard smacked against her cheek. "Serah?" Hawke opened her eyes to the shrill voice that was definitely not her sweet blondie's innocently curious tone. "You're dreaming of someone else!" the regular blonde smacked her again, indignantly accused, covering her breasts. She started to leave the bed.
"Wait!" Hawke cried out, grabbing her hand before she could go. Her boner pulsed painfully. "Baby, I'm sorry. Don't go. Please."
The woman's narrowed eyes flitted across her in trying to read. "What's my name?"
Hawke paralyzed for a second, sleepy mind still struggling to get past fucking Serah in her dreams. Monica had been before, right? So she had to be… "Megan!" Hawke blurted, frantic to keep her in place and not offend. The girl's eyes softened a moment. She sat back on the bed, lifting a hand to cradle Hawke's cheek.
"Oh, baby," Hawke grinned, stupid happy to have made the save. The grip on her chin suddenly tightened. The girl wasn't smiling anymore. Hawke had only half a second to realize this before her stinging cheek resounded loudly again. "It's Melissa, you ass." Pushing Hawke back to the bed, Melissa picked up her clothes from the floor in a huff. She slammed the door after her in leaving.
"Bye, Melissa." Sky bid.
Hawke hurried after her in her birthday suit, boner still painfully untouched. "Melissa!" she called upon reaching the door. A shoe hit her in the head. Hawke pouted after the girl. "I'm sorry." She apologized.
The car door slammed with a bang. Hawke trudged back into the kitchen, spirits dim, penis pointy.
"Aww, Hawke," Vanille cooed, "It's okay. Some girls are like that when they wake up in a stranger's bed."
"I called her the wrong name." Hawke sulked, sitting on a stool at the table.
"But that never happens to you!"
"I know," Hawke pouted, grabbing a hand towel from the table.
"Would you get that out of here?" Sky grumbled at the boner she was fondling into a kitchen washrag, making a face like Hawke was an alien. "We're trying to eat."
"I dreamt of Serah," Hawke ignored the prude, rubbing herself off without a helping hand. She couldn't even pretend it was Serah from her dream anymore, the morning had been spoiled so.
"And you wonder why the Cocoon girl gets mad." Sky scoffed. "Get some clothes on and take a bath. You smell like Melissa real bad."
Hawke bummed. She closed her eyes a minute and finished into her clothed hand. Sighing with a deep breath, Hawke tossed the balled, dirty cloth to the sink. Sky looked at her in horror. "What the fuck? We all use that sink!"
"Honey," Vanille took her hand and rubbed it. "Hawke's having a bad day too. Be nice." She turned her attention back to the injured puppy at hand. She was an expert at dealing with these. "Now, you dreamed about Serah, Hawke?"
"Yeah," Hawke sighed forlornly. "She was in that pretty white blouse she wore the day we talked on the hill before she took it off for me."
Vanille's brow puzzled together. "You remember what she was wearing?"
"It was cute."
"What happened between you two?" Vanille asked. "On the hill, not in the dream."
Hawke gave her a lazy smile. "Nothing happened; we just talked. She told me funny reasons for being a virgin and I told her how beautiful she was," Hawke sighed, "She resisted me."
"Hmm," Vanille pondered.
"Ugh," Sky groaned. "Do we have to listen to this?"
"Why's Sky all mad?" Hawke asked.
"I scheduled an appointment with a Cocoon doctor," Vanile explained, "Just to check up, ask her when's the best time Sky can get me pregnant during the month. They took some blood tests and called us in today for consultation. Sky doesn't want to go."
"Ooh! They'll tell you what you've been doing wrong, Sky!"
"I don't 'do it wrong,'" Sky growled. "And no 'blood test' is going to show anything new to us. They don't know shit."
"Baby, please," Vanille asked, rubbing her arm to soothe.
"I wanted to take you out today," Sky grumbled, still moody.
"You can take me out after," Vanille promised. "It'll be quick, Sky."
"That's what you said about her stay," Sky glowered at Hawke. Vanille hugged herself to her side.
"We all need to restart our morning," Vanille announced. She took Sky's hand. "You'll come with me and fuck me till you're happy again, and Hawke, you... stay out of trouble with the girls. Maybe reflect a little. Capeesh?"
Sky rumblingly agreed.
XXX
Lightning walked into work with a spring in her step and a gleam to her eyes. Lebreau noticed straight away. Something had happened with her friend. Lebreau took her forearm straight away. "What is it?" She asked eagerly, hustling Lightning to the wall to face her.
"What's what?"
"Please don't give me that," Lebreau groaned, "You're practically glowing. Out with it! What'd you do with her?"
"How do you even tell these things?"
"I told you, you're glowing," Lebreau longed for it so bad, she thirsted for the knowledge of what it was that made this happiness in her friend. "Now please, you know this is all I live for. Please, tell me. I'm begging you, Light. What did she do to you? Details!"
Instead of reverting to her usual, grumpy, detail-less self, Lightning smiled a little. Lebreau nearly creamed for her friend, it was so pretty. Lightning frustrated her friend in walking to the kitchen to start their meaningless chores of things. "Lightning, please!" Lebreau begged, following faithfully.
"We went out yesterday, just me and Fang," Lightning finally admitted, making Lebreau's eyes bulge.
"On a date?"
"Fang called it that," Lightning freely admitted, eyes slightly misted in remembrance, maybe.
"And?" Lebreau pushed, determined to get every detail she could in Lightning's gaze-away distraction.
"It was nice," Lightning confessed, "Fang made it nice. We talked over some things."
"Liiike?" Lebreau craved. She grabbed the first tray from Lightning to keep her there. Lightning reached for another.
"Just Serah, training, Fang's mom and dad," Lightning lifted another tray. "Fang staying a few more weeks after we end the farce today."
"Today?" Lebreau nearly dropped her tray. Lightning stepped along behind her to take hers out. "You're ending it today and Fang's not going home?" Lebreau set down her tray and raced after Lightning, casually navigating through the door. "She's staying for weeks?!"
"We don't want her to look bad. You know how the public's been chasing us; I'm not going to let her walk out the day of the miscarriage. Besides, Fang gets along with Serah; and, as you've said, I haven't shown signs of gloom of late. It wouldn't make sense for her to leave yet."
"'Wouldn't make sense,'" Lebreau scoffed, "That, and you like humping her big, pointy bone every other time she looks at you right."
"Every other?" Lightning teased.
"Admit it!" Lebreau demanded, made excited by this news.
"It may have fallen into the consideration," Lightning's eyes betrayed her joy. She was just as happy as Lebreau by the news and Lebreau could see it! Lightning didn't often display such readable emotion, but her happiness was easy to read.
"Oh my God," Lebreau breathed. "Please tell me you like her. Can you say it yet?"
"What's not to like?"
"Lightning! You know what I mean!"
"Hey, Light." Lebreau shut up immediately at the sight of Fang across the bar whom Lightning greeted with a warm smile and crossed to her. "Hey Lebreau," Fang added offhand to her. "Sorry about stepping away," Fang apologized. "Jihl wants to see me in her office."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, she usually gives the bigger contracts. You're still up for training after work?"
"Of course I am," Lightning confirmed. Fang grinned, half on the bar. Lightning leaned across it and pecked Fang on the lips. Lebreau's eyes bulged. "Don't take any job that'll take you away the next few days."
Fang's happiness reeked; Lebreau could practically smell her dancing pheromones, she shone so much. "I won't." Fang promised. "See you later tonight."
Lightning bid her goodbye the most with her eyes. She said something Lebreau couldn't hear, but it's effect was obvious on Fang. Lebreau soared inside.
Her best friend was finally going to get the happy ending she'd always wanted for her. Lebreau would do everything to help them push together.
XXX
Fang had never felt higher than she had these last few days. With Lightning increasingly showing more signs of caring for her again, Fang soared on cloud nine. It was all she could think of walking into Jihl's. How Lightning would look later when they went to train. What she'd do or say, how perfect she was. Fang couldn't imagine a better potential mate.
Their children would be beautiful and perfect, just like Claire. Fang had never felt closer to her dream than this. She could start a family of her own now. Fang's heart welled at the prospect. She wanted that so bad with Claire.
"Fang," Commander Nabaat greeted from the back of her desk at the far end of the room, "Come in." Fang crossed the large room and went over to Jihl's desk where she offhandedly gestured to a single chair in front of her desk. "Have a seat."
Fang sat. Commander Nabaat usually carried on like this. Fang considered it a quirk of the other woman's, that she liked to have a conversation like this in order to sign a silly sheet. "Have some tea," Nabaat offered, pushing a small cup closer to Fang as she sat and settled.
"No, thank you." Fang rejected.
"It's rosewater from the mountains of Gran Pulse," Jihl continued as if she hadn't spoken. Fang cleared her throat and took a sip of the cup. Indeed, it was. With any other Cocoon drink, Fang would've left it be, but with the cup already poured and Commander Nabaat's expectant look, Fang drank it in nearly a gulp.
"It's good," she confirmed. Commander Nabaat seemed pleased.
"Now Fang," Commander Nabaat put down a sheet of paper in front of her, "I'm going to need you to sign that, please."
Fang glanced at the paper. There was all kinds of writing on it that Fang didn't recognize in the least. Fang had learned the basics of written Cocoon language, enough to get by in signing contracts, but this looked nothing like them at all. It had all kinds of charts, data, and… bloodwork? "What is it?" Fang asked, not prepared to sign anything she didn't recognize fully.
"Oh, my mistake," Jihl barely cast her a glance. She didn't pick the paper up. "That's a copy of Lightning's blood tests that prove the pregnancy is a farce," Fang froze. Jihl slid another paper in front of her, this one more legible. "That's the paper I need you to sign." Fang's eyes scanned the first line, her blood running cold as ice.
I, Paddra Yun Fang, hereby relieve all claim to any offspring born of my union to Jihl Nabaat…
Fang looked up at Jihl in dread, mind racing a mile a minute.
"When you give me children, I'll have no custody battles. They'll be mine, period. And you won't visit them." Fang started to stand, not sure what she would do, but needing to do something nonetheless. "I wouldn't, if I were you." Jihl warned, "My computer is set up to post the bloodwork evidence at 5 o clock every day, which it will unless I veto the command for that day. Imagine the public's reaction to Fang and Lightning's greatest scam. You'd both be thrown into prison, of course. Separated too, I imagine. You'd have to go to the male's cell block, Yun Fang. Serah's still underage, so they'd take her out of school and put her into a foster home until she's 21. And all that money Lightning worked so hard to get would go to the state and the lawyers, so Serah would have nothing when she comes out. What do you think your family would say, Fang?"
Fang gaped wordlessly a full thirty seconds. Jihl motioned her to the seat. "Sit down, Fang."
Fang stared at her through eyes of lead. Jihl smiled sweetly. "This is called blackmail, Sweet Pea. It's what we do in Cocoon behind closed doors. You shouldn't play with fire if you're not prepared to get burned. Now," Jihl nodded to the paper before her. "Are you ready to prove you love Lightning, dearie? Sit down and sign your consent right there."
Fang sat, but only because her legs couldn't stand to bear weight anymore. She stared at the paper, overwhelmed in mute shock. Then she stared at Jihl.
"Do you need some more encouragement, darling?" Jihl came around her desk and sat straight on Fang's lap. She wrapped her arms around Fang's neck and stared into her with smiling eyes. "This doesn't have to be hard, darling." She scooted herself closer on Fang's lap. "Are you ready?" With that, Jihl's lips glued to Fang's numb mouth. She kissed her with the passion of a lover, so fond. Fang instinctively pushed her away when she could move. Jihl kept her arms around her neck with a sultry pout. "Baby, don't make this hard on yourself." She brushed fingers through Fang's scraggly hair. "I'll ruin you and that blonde bitch you love if you disobey."
"Please," Fang begged, unable to compute that this was really happening to her. "Not Light. Don't— "
"Shhshhshhshh," Jihl hushed, holding a finger up to her lips to silence her. She stared into her eyes, those olivey ambers so deceptively cruel. "I'm not going to hurt your girlfriend," Jihl brushed a hand back over her cheek. "Not unless you make me, lovely. I just need to feel that hard between your beautiful legs poke at me. Okay?"
"...Okay," Fang half-whispered, desperately trying to focus to arouse herself between the legs.
"No?" Jihl asked after a moment.
"W-Wait," Fang stuttered, almost breaking a sweat as she tried.
"Here," The zipper of her pants pulled down then. Jihl shifted her weight off until she got Fang's pants down around her legs. Fang closed her eyes as a warm hand took her penis. To her horror, she felt the tingles as Jihl stroked her. "That's my girl," Jihl purred as Fang inflated in her hand. Fang choked as she grew hard, hard and aroused incredibly fast like she had no self control at all, held in the hand of a cruel, vicious woman. "Mmm," Jihl purred, fondling her in her hand. "Yun fertility is legendary. Do you have any kids, Fang?"
"No," Fang squeaked after a long moment being warmed. She could feel herself bulging, already harder than stone. Was this all it took to undo her? A pretty woman in her lap and Fang was rock solid and ready to cheat. She wanted to cry for how painfully huge she felt.
"Get ready to make some," Jihl purred, licking her cheek. Fang felt her warm enclosure part for her under Jihl's skirt, nothing there to separate them. Her wet, sticky walls hungrily stretched to suck Fang in, who could actually feel herself jizzing a little inside. What was wrong with her? Jihl groaned to take her in, "Yesss," Fang thought she was done half-in, but Jihl only renewed her effort to slide down her thick skin. "That's glorious," Jihl suckled her in so tight, she stretched. "My God, you're delicious."
Fang rested back her head and whimpered as Jihl oozingly took her in. A single tear escaped down her cheek, the first of few to come. Jihl licked it up with ease back to Fang's ear with her tongue. "You ready, Sweetie?"
Jihl rode her like an animal, pumping Fang to breed.
XXX
"Please," the woman waved them back in, "Follow me."
Sky stuck close to her, protectively close, with an arm around Vanille's shoulders as they walked the hall after the kindly woman. The place was unusual to say in the least. Kind of bare and antiseptic, the hallway walls were white and undecorated but for the doors they passed with scales and odd sorts of tools beside them. Sky and Vanille followed the woman to the fourth room on the left side, which turned out to be more of an office-looking place than the first facility Vanille had been in a few days ago when they'd drawn her blood.
"Please," the woman gestured to two chairs situated in front of the desk that was mostly clear but for a computer and keyboard facing the other way. "Take a seat. The doctor will be with you in a second." She closed the door on her way out.
"All this waiting," Sky muttered, good sex only able to keep her mood up for so long in such a setting.
"It's how they do it here," Vanille tried to settle her. Sky glanced about the room as if she were measuring the place. A large bay window overlooked the street on the far end, and the right wall had a fish tank. There was a single painting in the room of a large building that stretched into the sky. Otherwise, the room was very clean and orderly. Sky shifted and Vanille knew she was uncomfortable. She'd grown adjusted to their house in Cocoon, but big buildings with all these floors and the clear city unsettled her.
Vanille took her hand and laced their fingers together. "Sky?"
"I don't like these people, Vanille." Sky mumbled quietly. "I wanna take you home."
Vanille knew she didn't mean their Cocoon house. "I only have a month left of my internship."
"I know," Sky stayed quiet a moment. "You want to go back after, don't you?"
Vanille's heart almost broke. "Sky, no!" Was this why Sky had been getting edgier since their return to Cocoon? "Of course I want to go back," Vanille claimed, "Everything's back home. I'd never want to give that up."
Sky squeezed her hand once. "Okay."
Vanille wondered if she imagined that breath of relief or not.
The door opened. Vanille and Sky turned their heads to see a middle-aged male with brown, but graying hair and kind eyes walk into the room. Vanille could immediately feel Sky stiffen beside her. "Hello, Vanille," he looked to Sky after, but didn't know how to address her without her name, "You've brought a friend. That's good; it's always better to have four ears instead of two. I'm doctor Rossi, it's nice to meet you."
"Doctor Rossi," Vanille said, "I thought my doctor was supposed to be a woman."
"Doctor Rose is out sick for the day," Doctor Rossi explained, moving back behind his desk. Vanille could feel how Sky had tensed. "Not to worry, we don't have any tests to take today, otherwise I'd offer you a female. This is merely a consultation to discuss your testing results."
"Okay," Vanille glanced at Sky, clearly not happy with this change in venue. Vanille wondered if it'd be rude to ask for a female doctor anyway.
"Now, let's see here, Vanille," Doctor Rossi began, opening up a folder he'd just set on the table. "You came in for blood tests last week pertaining to your fertility count, I see." He pulled another paper from the lot, "I see. We also checked your FSH levels due to some irregularities. You said you've been trying to get pregnant with your partner for a little over two months?"
Sky shifted again. Vanille knew she didn't like that she'd shared these personal details. Especially not with a man. "That's right." Vanille confirmed nervously.
"And that you've had sexual relations in the past… from as young an age as 14."
"None that I'd have been able to get pregnant from," Vanille told him in case it wasn't in the file with the rest, "Not until I was sixteen."
Rossi eyed between her and Sky speculatively. "…I see." His eyes returned to the paper, "Well, Vanille, your FSH levels returned over twenty— "
"What does that mean?" Vanille interjected.
"Let me backtrack to the beginning a moment," Rossi said, "The female body begins with a set number of genetically-determined eggs. This is around a million eggs. At birth, women lose over half of these and as you age through life, you lose more. By the time you reach puberty, the average woman has about 400,000 eggs, which will dwindle over her lifetime until she reaches menopause, losing thousands with every menstruation. All women's eggs age differently according to their genetics, but at this prime age of your life, the average woman has around 100,000 eggs left."
"You keep saying that," Vanille picked out, throat going a little dry. "'The average woman.' Am I not average too?"
"Well," Doctor Rossi began, immediately sweating her hands, "Numbers are different for Gran Pulse women, as you've written that you are. Our bodies are different and mature in varying manners. A woman from Pulse, for example, starts puberty a little earlier than a Cocoon woman does. She matures faster, has more eggs, doesn't bleed, and has her bodily differences here and there from us, developing quite differently. Your menstrual cramps are physically crippling while Cocoon's are merely a monthly bleeding."
"Mine aren't," Vanille volunteered, drawing the doctor's eyes. "I mean, I'm Dia." she explained, "Ours aren't as terrible as some of the other clans, but mine have always been kind of light, even for a Dia..."
"Interesting," Doctor Rossi observed, "Different clans have different make ups as well." He looked on in interest for a moment until Vanille started to feel uncomfortable. Sky growled and he finally stopped. "Oh, excuse my curiosity," he asked, seeming to come out of his head, "I'm I'm no Pulse specialist, but the few women who've come in to us have shown us these cases, and it's off those that I'm basing these results."
Vanille's hands gripped tight, fingers feeling sweaty and cold. She had an awful feeling about this and was anxious enough to ignore his rude thoughtlessness in calling their world so casually. "So... what's wrong? Do I need to have more sex?"
"It's nothing like that," Doctor Rossi shook his head. "Not from what we can tell anyway. From what we've observed, we can relate it to some conditions our own Cocoon women have. You see, in rare cases, a woman's genetics age the eggs too fast. This is something pre-determined that we have no control over, but it's these cases that a woman runs too soon out of eggs. In your case, your FSH levels have returned over twenty— "
"Is that good?" Vanille asked, leaning forward in the chair a little.
"Unfortunately, this indicates a very poor response to our ovarian stimulation." Doctor Rossi continued, looking genuinely sad. "You scored a 27. Anything over twenty is pretty much a no go level for having kids. Your eggs have aged at too expedient a rate; it's very rare for someone as young as you to experience this, but most of your eggs died around puberty. You'd have had a very small window from then for a couple of years, but your genetic signature simply flushed the eggs too fast. I'm sorry, Vanille."
Sky's grip was like a rock in hers. Vanille couldn't even look at her. Couldn't look at anything beside the edge of the desk. "So… " she swallowed hard, "…I'll never have kids?"
"Not from your own eggs, I'm afraid." Doctor Rossi told her, "But there have been some excellent steps taken in freezing unfertilized eggs. If you had a friend or a sister or cousin, even a stranger's eggs would do for an invitro implantation— "
"Shut up." Sky whispered and it sounded deadly to the ear.
Doctor Rossi quieted about implantation. "I'm truly sorry, Vanille. It's… never easy to hear you're incapable of motherhood— "
"Shut up," Sky said again, louder this time. "Shut up!" There was a rustle, then Sky wasn't beside her anymore. She was pinning Doctor Rossi to the floor by the neck. "VANILLE'S NOT INCAPABLE!" Sky roared like a dragon, slamming doctor Rossi's head to the floor.
"Sky!" Vanille squeaked, lunging for her lover. Sky barely seemed to notice Vanille was on her back, there was such rage in her eyes when she hauled back her fist.
"SHE'S PERFECT!" Sky roared; Vanille latched onto the raised fist, cluster of withheld emotions almost taking her to tears.
"Sky, don't!" Latching to Sky's raised arm made Vanille half-circle half down to hang from her raised arm. She grabbed Sky's cheek with one arm without hesitation to turn her to look Vanille's way instead. "Don't," Vanille insisted, tears watering her eyes.
"HE'S LYING!"
"Sky, please." Vanille reattached, wrapping her legs first around a torso, then gluing to Sky's front. Her small body shook with tears. "Please," Vanille begged again, shaking as she clung to her engaged.
Sky nearly crumpled with her clinging like that. Wrapping her arms around Vanille protectively, she wouldn't let go of her either. "It's not true," Sky whispered vehemently into her ear, "You're perfect." She kept saying. Vanille knew she believed it. No number of factual tests would ever prove to Sky different.
But in her heart, she'd confirmed something she'd increasingly feared after courting Fang.
Vanille would never mother a child of her very own and Sky's.