Within a few days, all of Aqua’s little ones had hatched, and she couldn’t be happier.

She laid back, giggling, as their little feet padded across her smooth skin. They chirped excitedly as they tussled and played with each other, each dragon hatchling displaying its own personality. One, smaller than the rest, had taken to snoozing in the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and another gluttonous one was always latched onto her breast, and had to be coaxed off to give the others a chance to nurse.

Deep down, Aqua knew that her young wouldn’t stay forever. They were already growing so fast. But for the time being, she delighted in their soft cries, their bountiful play, and the tender touch of their mouths on her breasts.

There would be time to be a keyblade master later. For now, though, she was more than happy to serve as their mother.

She allowed the days to pass and pass again, watching her offspring slowly mature. They grew fast—before long the chicks small enough to have once fit into her hand were now the size of large cats, prowling alongside her and rubbing against her in warmth and love. Their original personalities still shone through, however—the small one still being timid and staying the closest to her, and the glutton being slightly pudgier than his peers. No matter how big they got, though, they were always hungry for milk, and their mother was more than happy to oblige.

It was about twelve days after the initial laying when she finally had to say goodbye. They were big, now, their heads coming just even with her ribs when they stood on all fours. They had all practiced the art of flying, and were growing quite good at it. Somehow, Aqua had known on waking up that day that it would be the one where she big her offspring farewell—and after laughing and nuzzling them all, she watched them fly away with more than a few tears misting her eyes.

As she wiped her cheeks clean, she quietly mused to herself. What was going on? Did she… really like being a mother to those creatures? Was she happy?

Finally forcing herself to confront her inner feelings, she was forced to admit that yes, she really was.

The next few days were spent wandering with introspection.

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Now that she was neither pregnant nor accompanied by children, the Heartless had resumed their attacks on Aqua. She dispatched them with ease, of course, but against her will, she quickly fell into despondency. This was… well, it was all there was. Wandering, fighting, sleeping—repeat ad nauseum again and again and again. There had to be more to life than this! Good food, good friends, the responsibilities of keyblade mastering, traveling the world, practicing spells, enjoying the stars…

Having sex…

Shaking her head, Aqua cleared all those thoughts from her mind, blushing. No, no, no! Didn’t she have any self-control? She was not going to go through this all again.