Isn't Makoto Yuki Fertile?

“Goodbye for now, my most valued guest~”

“Later, Elizabeth.”

The Velvet Room door clicked shut behind him, and Makoto Yuki stepped out into the mall.

The world came back in a rush. Fluorescent light, tile, the low hum of a fountain somewhere off to his left. It was early evening. Paulownia Mall was doing its usual early-evening thing, a handful of people drifting between shops, a couple sitting on the benches by the water feature, nobody paying him any mind.

He stretched. The hang out had been good with Elizabeth, she had discovered a park swing and refused to leave it for forty minutes. He'd had to explain, three separate times, that you couldn't just take the swing home with you. She'd been thrilled by that. She'd been thrilled by everything. The swing, the pigeons, the half-melted crepe he'd bought her from a stall because she'd pointed at it and explained at length about humanity’s fascination with “Suited betters. No… salty bottles? Ah! Savory batter!” as she put it.

The crepe wrapper was still crumpled up in his pocket. He'd deal with it later. Despite enjoying his lengthy hang out with Elizabeth, time itself seemed to warp around her, which meant he still had a whole evening slot to do something else. For once, he had planned accordingly as Aigis was waiting for him in Pawlania Mall.

Makoto turned and stopped.

There was Elizabeth sitting on the bench.

He looked back at the closed Velvet Room door, then back to Elizabeth.

Had she opened the door and slipped past him that quickly? It wouldn’t be the first time she would attempt to extend their playdate by ‘happening’ to bump into him. With a slight frown he approached.

She looked out at the fountain. Hands folded in her lap. Calm, like the water itself was a ghost she’d long forgotten. Which was strange, because she’d only just poured a thousand coins into it last week. Did nostalgia hit her differently? It was definitely Elizabeth, same blue dress, same white hair, same yellow eyes… though he supposed there was a strange sadness to those he’d never seen from the curious girl before.

“...Elizabeth?” he said.

She looked up.

He tried not to notice how she very lightly welled up at seeing him. Trying to keep a brave smile on her face as she greeted him with a small nod. “Hello again, Makoto.”

“...are you okay?” he asked.

“I am,” she nodded, “Just admiring the wondrous fountain…”

“Uh… huh…” he agreed, looking over at the water. Was there something in it that he needed to grab? Was this a Velvet Room thing, or was she upset about something that happened in the park?

“Aigis will be here soon,” said Elizabeth.

He nodded slowly, had she ever acknowledged his companions by name? “Yeah… I was planning on spending some time with her. But if you need-”

“I cannot stay,” she said quickly, standing from the bench in a bizarre hurry. “Even this quiet time we have now will be etched into my memory, but risk increases every second.”

“Right...”

Elizabeth seemed unperturbed by Makoto's concern, instead ploughing on with what she wanted to say. “Words are a funny thing, are they not? Such power behind each one. It can topple a dynasty, or ruin a relationship. Perhaps humans should fear them more than they do... imagine the utter madness that could ensue if one of them became infected?”

Makoto had no idea how to answer that. If anything he was studying her a little too closely to listen to her ramblings, “...are you definitely Elizabeth?”

She smiled, just a little. “Just as perceptive as I remember. Yes, Makoto. I am definitely Elizabeth. Just one whose currently fruitless journey has left her rather vexed. One who stands before you for a single goal, yet you are unable to assist me in it.”

“Oh… kay…?” he replied, eyes

“Makoto?”

They both turned to see Aigis walking towards them. The android girl wearing her school uniform had clearly been waiting for him, and upon sensing him had calmly approached. A whir to her mechanical eyes as she studied the blue clad attendant.

“Hello, Aigis,” said Elizbaeth, smiling at her warmly. Much warmer than Makoto was expecting.

“...this woman matches the description you have given for designation ‘Elizabeth’ of the Velvet Room,” said Aigis, “I shall inform Junpei that you did not fabricate her existence, despite his contrary belief.”

“Great, thanks,” said Makoto, still a little on edge about everything that was happening.

“It is amusing. As two immortals, we have spent far longer together than I ever did with Makoto. Yet it almost stings more to see my automaton companion gaze upon me as a stranger,” said Elizabeth, sighing under her breath before approaching Aigis. “Luckily, you gave me permission to complete our plan, old friend.”

Aigis tilted her head, “We have never met.”

“I know,” said Elizabeth, taking Aigis’ hand and walking slightly away from Makoto. Raising her hand to ask him to stop when he tried to follow, “I will leave you soon enough. But perhaps you may grant me one favour?”

Aigis looked back at her friend, then to Elizabeth, “Makoto trusts you. I am willing to assist.”

“Thank you. It is just one question I must ask before I depart.”

She leaned into Aigis’ ear, and the world seemed to darken for both of them. As if this moment held such vast importance that it shut off their senses acknowledging everything else but them, until they stood in a void together.

With a single breathy voice, Elizabeth asked her question.

“Doesn’t Makoto look so fertile?”

Aigis blinked.

The world returned to normal. No more black void, just the neon signs and the fountain of Paulownia Mall.

“F-f-Fertile?” asked Aigis, but Elizabeth had already begun to walk away.

“Enjoy your gift, Aigis,” said Elizabeth, bowing slightly at her valued guest while not stopping her departure, “And goodbye, Makoto.”

And with that, she was gone.

Makoto hadn’t been able to raise his eyebrow for a while now. Still too confused and baffled by the exchange, even by Elizabeth’s standards. The fact she didn’t even walk the way of the Velvet Room door was extra weird, but considering all she did was whisper something to Aigis it was hard to be very alarmed.

He walked over to his friend. “What did she say to you?”

“...something odd.” said Aigis, having been looking over towards Elizabeth’s exit the whole time before turning to look at Makoto’s junk. “How is a question about your fertility a gift?”

“...” he frowned, suddenly much more unimpressed than he was confused. “...I think Elizabeth just played a prank on us.”

---

Location: Iwatodai Dorms.
Schedule: Dinner time.
Task: Simulate eating to earn familiarity with S.E.E.S. teammates.
Backup task: Research fertility.

Aigis had been running the query for twenty-six hours and thirty seven minutes.

‘Is Makoto fertile?’

She'd run it through her vocal processors, her memory banks, her tactical subroutines, her cooling fans, and one very late-night attempt to just say the word out loud in her room to see if that helped. It had not helped.

Fertile.

It was now tagged to Makoto Yuki's file. Nobody should be able to change her files, but this ‘Elizabeth’ had simply whispered the tag into her memory files. An undetectable and unremovable tag. There, and only there, in the quiet space of her own internal thoughts, where nobody else could see it and therefore nobody else could confirm it existed.

She'd checked the baseline file, and somehow Elizabeth had even changed the backups. She'd checked Makoto so many times now. Everything else was normal. Height. Weight. Blood type. Persona aptitude. Urination duration. And yet that word persisted.

FERTILE.

Aigis did not know what Makoto Yuki was fertile for.

Perhaps finally escaping her own head for the first time in hours, Aigis looked around the table. All of her S.E.E.S. companions were here, bar Makoto himself, who was spending time with some bookstore owners tonight. Despite his claims of apathy, the man she needed to protect with her life had quite the social life, so this arrangement of plates was often the case.

“May I ask a question?”

“Please do,” said Mitsuru, having been wondering why Aigis was so quiet today for a while.

“Is Makoto fertile?”

Junpei choked.

Ken dropped his fork.

Fuuka went very red.

In general, the response of silence was not what Aigis was expecting.

“Is he not?”

“That guy…” growled Yukari, clenching his fist towards the doorway as if Makoto simply sat behind it. “What has he been telling her?”

“I do not know…” replied Mitsuru, sighing under her breath, “Aigis… shall we table this discussion for another time?”

Aigis didn’t even blink, “We are already at a table. Is the dinner table insufficient? I simply require a yes or no answer to Makoto’s fertility.”

“You know what?” said Ken, immediately standing up, “I think I can see when I’m too young for a conversation, I think I’m just gonna finish my dinner in my room. Come on, Koromaru.”

“Bark!” said the dog, to which Aigis knew meant ‘good luck’, though she had no idea as to why. Luck did not seem pertinent to conversations.

“Hey, don’t leave us like we’re gonna actually discuss this!” said Akihiko, “We’re not, right?”

Junpei was the one to stand next, but not to leave, “I can handle this! Junpei Iori can tell our poor inexperienced toaster all about the birds and the bees~!”

Yukari was quick to block him, “Like hell you will!”

“Makoto’s fertility has to do with avian and insect species?” asked Aigis.

“See? You’re just confusing her!” growled Yukari.

“Please, everyone, calm down,” said Mitsuru, voice a little stern to hide her own slight blush on her face. She took a beat, placing her hands on the table like she was about to open a board meeting. “To answer your question, Aigis: yes. Our leader is presumably f-fertile.” She once more took a beat to center herself, “Fertility is a term of biology. It describes the capacity to produce offspring. In our Leader’s case, he is a healthy adult male of reproductive age. So we can assume that yes, he is…”

Aigis took a second to process this, “I see. So it is related to human sex and breeding,” her words once more set off a chain reaction of reactions. Junpei laughed, Fuuka blushed, Yukari blushed (angry), Akihiko grimaced into his pasta, and Mitsuru was keeping her brave face on throughout it all. “And have you confirmed this?”

“W-what?”

“Have you confirmed that Makoto is fertile yourself?“

That broke the stoicism in half, “I-I have NOT!”

“Then perhaps I should analyse a semen sample-”

“AIGIS GO TO YOUR ROOM!”

Confused, but subservient to the will of a Kirijo, Aigis did as she was told. Calmly standing up and marching away to her designated bedroom. She wasn’t sure why discussion on fertility had aroused such ire from Mitsuru, perhaps it was just another query to ponder some other time.

The others were mostly quiet as she left, though Aigis did hear Junpei say, “She can analyse one of my sample-” Aigis didn’t need to be in the area to know that Mitsuru glared cold ice daggers at Junpei that threatened to execute him on the spot. “U-uhh… th-think I’m gonna eat in my room too!”

---

Location: Iwatodai Dorms (Makoto’s room)
Schedule: Sleep time (03:07 AM)
Task: Research Makoto’s current fertility

Aigis knelt by Makoto’s bed, staring at his testicles.

As a robot, when Aigis put her mind to accomplishing a task there was little that could stop her. She didn’t need sleep, so simply waiting until the human world was quiet to sneak a peak at Makoto was easy. Cutting his underwear in a way that didn’t wake him proved tricky, but she managed.

Which let her use her analytical eyes for the last few hours to stare at Makoto’s sack.

It certainly looked healthy. The potential to sire offspring was swimming around inside the bulging interior, to be released inside a human woman’s vagina, where their egg would combine with a single semen.

Yes, Aigis had done her research now.

Koromaru helped out a lot. The dog was the relatively eldest member of S.E.E.S., and was the only one that still held their proverbial ‘v-card’. He explained human mating in plain terms that were easy for Aigis to understand and with minimal flustered feelings. She did not know why the others struggled with such concepts.

The rest of her research was done through one of Junpei’s ‘hidden’ doujinshi.

Sex was a positive experience to these women, and breeding made their eyes roll back or develop shapes in the iris that resembled hearts. Large penises were often praised, with the size of their semen discharge shown as large white blasts that exploded from the tip of the penis when stimulated. The taste was described as ‘manly’ and ‘delicious’. The conclusion that fertility could improve taste was noted.

She had done all this research today after being told to drop the subject by Mitsuru yesterday. Makoto was also scolded by Mitsuru and Yukari about not teaching Aigis strange words. He swore he didn’t and Aigis confirmed he was not the culprit, though the pair did still struggle to acknowledge that Elizabeth was not only real, but had taught her about fertility.

Makoto tried to explain that Elizabeth did this as a prank, but it didn't work.

He had avoided all questions about his fertility that Aigis asked him about, which had led to her own investigation, and why she was now staring at his balls.

Aigis wondered if she felt lust. She did desire to pleasure Makoto, to taste his seed, and to carry his offspring. But as a logical being, she knew she was perhaps incapable of doing so, or inferior to accomplish this compared to a human female.

Makoto was probably fertile. In fact, the longer Aigis stared the more she was sure of it. Like the tag that Elizabeth had added was convincing the rest of her mind that Makoto was indeed brimming with seed.

It must have hurt him to be so fertile with no one to breed with.

That was the crux of the issue that was weighing Aigis’ thoughts down. Could someone be fertile if they weren’t currently breeding with a woman?

Surely yes. Despite the lack of sex, she could gaze upon Makoto’s testicles and affirm with herself that he was very very fertile. But without the evidence to back it up, there was no way to scientifically prove that Makoto was indeed fertile.

Even photographic evidence seemed insufficient.

Makoto was fertile, but fertility had a conclusion.

It was, at the end of the day, a mathematical equation that resulted in new life.

A+B=C.

A was Makoto

C was a child.

But B… was a woman.

---

Location: Iwatodai Dorms (Fuuka’s room).
Schedule: Sleep time (04:12 AM).
Task: Find a woman to breed with Makoto.

Knock knock knock

“Huh…?” said Fuuka, barely able to raise her head from her pillow. She looked at the clock. Surely this wasn’t a Tartarus emergency? But when the knock came again she peeled herself out of bed and slowly stumbled towards the door. “A-Aigis? What’s the matter? Is it an emergency?”

“I have reached a conclusion about Makoto’s fertility,” said Aigis.

Fuuka blinked slowly, barely registering that this probably wasn’t a dream.

“...please let me sleep.”

Aigis bowed, “Then please inform anyone looking for me that I have temporarily left the dormitory.”

Fuuka let her take one step before grabbing Aigis’ arm, “W-wait! Why?!”

“Mitsuru and Yukari have already rejected me. With your dismissal I have run out of immediate candidates and must locate more.” she said, expecting Fuuka to let her go any second.

“Just… come in,” said Fuuka, letting herself sigh then yawn then sigh again as Aigis followed her inside. “I don’t mind listening to your conclusion…” she said, the two sitting next to each other on the bed. Fuuka feeling the soft pull of her mattress and pillow, but managing to stay upright-ish. “Come on…”

Aigis nodded, “I have worked out the mechanism of Makoto’s new tag in my system. Being fertile means that Makoto must have sex.”

Fuuka grimaced. Both blushing and barely keeping your eyes open was a rough combo, “Th-that's… not incorrect?”

“Specifically,” Aigis continued, “his semen must enter a woman's body. It must fill her. And then, as a result, a child must be born. That is the entire function of his fertility.”

“...” Fuuka didn’t have the mental capacity for this stuff at four AM.

“Am I incorrect?”

“W-well… no…”

“Good, I am glad my understanding is correct.”

Fuuka laughed a little, relieved. She'd braced herself for something complicated. Aigis asking about feelings, or love, or the whole emotional apparatus of it, and instead she'd gotten the clinical version. The one a robot could understand. “Happy to be of assistance, I guess. Is that everything?”

“I have a second question,” Aigis said. “Who is it going to be?”

“...who's what going to be?”

“The woman.” Aigis tilted her head. “Makoto's file says fertile. It does not say with whom. So the tag implies a woman exists who will receive him and his seed. There must already be a candidate. Or several.”

Fuuka's brain did loop-de-loops.

“That's-” she said, growing more frantic by the second. “I mean. That's not-he doesn't have a ‘candidate’, Aigis! He's eighteen, nobody's-”

“Somebody must be,” said Aigis, reasonably. “The tag says so.”

Unbeknownst to both of them, this was when it started.

Fuuka shook her head, “Aigis, Makoto is too young to be a father.”

“Incorrect. He is an adult.”

“Yes, but eighteen!” Fuuka insisted, “He has his whole life ahead of him. Most people wait until their 30s before having kids.”

Aigis frowned, “That is too long to wait.”

“Wait for what?” asked Fuuka.

“I wish to know how healthy Makoto is. It is said fertile men are healthy men. So to determine the strength of the team, I must find out this fact.”

Fuuka rubbed the back of her neck, “Aigis. While Makoto is fertile-”

“Are you certain?”

“Huh? A-about what?”

“About his fertility.”

“Y-you’re the one who’s been telling me!”

Aigis shook her head, “My conclusion is presumptuous. I believe he is fertile, and hoped you had certainty on this fact.”

“Well… I mean, there are ways to determine if he is… you know…” said Fuuka.

“Medical analysis of semen count, concentration, and mobility, is statistically incorrect 2.4% of the time. There is only one way to determine a man’s fertility.”

Fuuka wasn’t really noticing that the world around them had slowly gotten darker, until only the two of them sat there seemed to matter to her at all.

Like they were sitting in a void.

“There’s only one way to determine a man’s fertility…” said Fuuka, repeating back automatically as she thought about Aigis’ words. They certainly sounded logical. “How?”

“Sexual impregnation.” said Aigis, matter-of-factly, “Makoto seems healthy, but to be sure we must determine how easily his semen can penetrate a female egg. Perhaps this will also help our leader with confidence, as it is said that fertile men are very desirable, and exceedingly capable at sex.”

Fuuka seemed wide awake now, hooked on Aigis’ every word, “Very desirable…”

“Indeed,” said Aigis, nodding as her own thoughts turned to how desirable he was. Truthfully, despite the illogical conclusion, she kept inserting herself into the equation. Just to think about what it would feel like for Makoto to breed her. She held her arm, looking down guiltily, “If… if I am to be honest, I may have analysed him directly.”

“...wait, does that mean…?” asked Fuuka, to which Aigis nodded. Fuuka frowned, trying to sound as disappointed as she could, “Aigis…” but the curiosity inside her was too great now, and after a swallow to wet her dry throat, she asked, “W-what did it l-look like?”

Aigis turned, slightly happy to see that her quest for answers wasn’t one she was going on alone. “Like he had a meat sack that held two tennis balls beneath a fire hose.”

“T-tennis balls?!” Fuuka gasped, reaching over to grab her pillow for something to hug. “That’s… that sounds so…”

“Fertile.”

“Yeah…” said Fuuka, “fertile... but you said it wasn’t enough?”

“No.” said Aigis, “There is only one way to determine Makoto’s fertility.”

“He has to breed with someone…” Fuuka nodded, now fully believing in Aigis’ conclusion. “But who?”

Aigis shrugged, “In the technical sense, it could be anyone.”

“Oh…” said Fuuka, sounding a little disappointed for some reason.

“But I have added in the parameters of usual breeding patterns of humans,” Aigis informed. “A woman’s proximity to the male plays the most important part, then affection between subjects, and finally a similarity of ages.”

Fuuka nodded emphatically, squeezing her pillow tightly, “Yes… you’re right…”

“Whoever is the willing woman will also need to perform unprotected coitus repeatedly for maximised efficiency,” said Aigis, speaking like a detective trying to figure out the mystery culprit. “If my conclusion is correct, then they would need to endure the advanced size of Makoto’s penis, have a womb capable of taking on his vast amount of fertile semen, and survive multiple orgasms during the procedure."

“D-do you really think it’ll be like that?” asked Fuuka, eyes filled with wonder.

“I do. I have seen our leader perform remarkably in battle, so his sexual prowess would be on a similar level.”

Fuuka's mouth was dry.

Something about Aigis’ words were making her very very horny.

She’d never considered just how fertile Makoto was, but the robot girl was right, he probably was completely inundated with semen. Thick, goopy, manly seed, churning in his tennis ball sized nutsack.

Fuuka wanted to know just how fertile he was. She wouldn’t be able to explain why, but thanks to Aigis’ logic she really really wanted to know.

Yet there was only one way to really know.

And her womb ached to make her find out.

Then Aigis got up to leave, and the world filled back in with colour.

“W-wait! Where are you going?”

“My primary task is complete,” said Aigis, “I simply wished for another to understand my conclusion. Unfortunately, I have insufficient data on the capabilities of the female vagina and if anyone could handle Makoto’s sexual prowess. Therefore, more research is required. Unless you know of anyone?”

Fuuka felt a weird amount of pressure at that question. A leading one that was forming its own biases, yet not one that she could deny either. She did understand that Makoto’s health was tied to his fertility, and finding out just how fertile he was seemed important, but despite her desire to do so it felt too awkward to just outright tell Aigis that Fuuka was thinking about riding Makoto’s huge dick.

“N-no…”

“Then I shall return another time.”

As Aigis left, gently shutting the door behind her, Fuuka clenched her pillow tightly.

Never before had the blue haired girl felt this way.

Like her womb was… empty.

---

Fuuka had not slept.

This was not unusual for her. She had gone to bed at four-fifteen in the morning, after a robot had explained reproduction to her like a math problem, and she had lain there with her eyes open for another forty minutes doing nothing but thinking about tennis balls and fire hoses. When she'd finally drifted off it had been fitful, and when she'd woken up at five-thirty she'd made a decision before she was even fully awake.

She was going to make Makoto breakfast.

The logic was simple. Why wouldn’t it be? Makoto was just a guy. Just a regular boy! He had… biological functions… like eating! Men needed to eat. Everyone did. And even though Makoto rarely ate breakfast before school, he might just need the right food!

And if she happened to be there, holding that food with a big smile right when he came downstairs…

That was just efficiency.

By six-twelve the kitchen smelled like rice and miso and a little like panic.

Fuuka was a decent cook. Not a great one, but a decent one, and she'd spent the last half hour making sure the rice was the exact right texture and the fish was the exact right color and the egg was the exact right amount of runny. She had arranged everything in a cute little bento box. Then she'd looked at the bento box, decided it looked too arranged, and rearranged it quickly to look more casual.

Then she heard footsteps.

She turned around with the box in both hands and a smile she'd practiced in the mirror twice.

“Good morning, Makoto!”

Makoto came down the stairs in his school uniform, hair still damp a bit damp from his morning shower, headphones playing some loud rap song from around his neck. “...morning, Fuuka,” he said with exactly the amount of enthusiasm one expected from him.

“You haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? I, um, I-I made too much!” This was a lie. She had made exactly one portion. “So I thought you could have some.”

Makoto looked at the box for a second longer, then shrugged, “Sure. Thanks.”

Fuuka's heart fluttered.

“You're welcome!” she said, too fast, and then immediately busied herself with a pan that was already clean.

Over her shoulder she watched him quietly munch down the food she’d provided. He ate it without complaint or struggle, probably needing all that protein for all the thick, goopy, baby making semen he was making down there.

She tried to throw that idea from her head, but it easily prevailed.

Makoto was most likely fertile. Aigis had seen the proof of his heavy nutsack herself. Someone had to fuck him to be sure, but if they did they’d get the ride of their lifetime.

Fuuka was very tempted to just ask him. Flip her skirt up, show off how wet she was, and beg to carry his babies. In a porn world that tactic would work, but in the real world Fuuka was far too self conscious to attempt such a thing. She wasn’t as cute or hot as Yukari and Mitsuru, she was just Fuuka. Food was her only real in for getting Makoto to like her the most.

But hopefully, it would be enough to convince him to dump his payload into her cum hungry insides.

---

Fuuka followed Makoto around for the rest of the day.

She walked next to him as they went to school. She watched over him as they sat near each other in class. She sat two seats away from him at lunch, not finding the appetite to eat much. All of this while Makoto kept blissfully unaware of all the perverted images flowing through Fuuka’s mind. Of all the positions she would let Makoto take her in given the chance. Repeatedly thinking about the tennis balls and the fire hose, and how accurate a descriptor that an android would make.

Only Aigis noticed the air contained thick amounts of woman pheromones, which only made sense to her when women were near such a fertile man.

It was slowly driving Fuuka insane. The more she thought about it, the more obsessed with Makoto’s fertility she became. He was healthy, he definitely was, so his balls must be full of cum?

So very full.

So very fertile.

And somewhere along the way, Fuuka convinced herself that she needed to do this for his health.

Between the dark hour, how many social links he had, and the compact nature of the Iwatodai Dormitory, had Makoto ever had a chance to masturbate? Men his age needed to expunge their sperm regularly or face problems down there. She’d heard that somewhere… probably? Right? It sounded right.

And if a regular man needed to be drained regularly, how much would someone as fertile as Makoto need it to be done?

He’d need to cum so much and so often.

Fuuka needed to help him cum.

The final class was gym, so they weren’t together, but she would find him. She needed to. Her heartrate was spiking at the thought of his balls so tightly packed with fertile semen unable to come out.

She found him at the gate.

Where he was with Mitsuru.

Mitsuru was standing beside Makoto with her arms leaning upon him and her hair down. That luscious red hair was not in the braid, which meant she had taken time out of her day to change her appearance. Talking to him with her whole sexy body angled toward him.

“Tell me, Leader,” Mitsuru was saying. “Do you have plans this evening?”

Makoto shrugged. “...not really.”

“Good. Then may you accompany me to the bookstore? There is a text I have been meaning to acquire, and you may assist me in selecting it.”

Fuuka, from ten meters away, felt something cold happen in her chest.

“Sure,” said Makoto, and the two began to walk off, Mitsuru consistently keeping some level of contact with him, even if it was just a closeness to their strides. Fuuka had never seen Mitsuru touch anyone that way before. She couldn’t even really remember the last time Mitsuru touched anyone period, she wasn’t exactly the frequent hugger.

“What is up with Mitsuru-senpai…?” she asked no one in particular.

Aigis, who was also nearby and watching, stepped up to her, “I believe Mitsuru is trying to understand how fertile Makoto is.”

“She what?!” Fuuka gasped, looking between Aigis and Mitsuru rapidly. “Oh my god, you told her about what we discussed yesterday, didn’t you?”

“Correct. Mitsuru was asking me about my intentions walking around the dorm at four AM. I explained my logic to her as I did to you,” she explained plainly, keeping her eyes on Mitsuru and Makoto walking away. “I do not understand her conclusion if she believes herself capable of handling Makoto’s penis. I have never seen her accomplish such a feat.”

“She just wants to attempt it, Aigis…” hissed Fuuka, biting her thumb nail in slight panic. “But do you think she’ll tell us?”

“Tell us?”

“If she becomes pregnant,” said Fuuka, “Mitsuru Kirijo is not a woman that should be getting pregnant in school. That kind of scandal would be all over the news…”

“Your logic is sound.”

Fuuka nodded with determined eyes, “So we’re in agreement? Mitsuru-senpai isn’t the girl we rely on to check Makoto’s fertility?"

Aigis shrugged, “While my emotional investment core doesn’t appear to be running as heavily as yours, I can agree that Mitsuru should not be the sole woman that becomes pregnant through Makoto.”

Fuuka wasn’t really listening, forming her own plans as they walked home, “Right.”

---

The next few days had a lot of… back and forth.

Neither Mitsuru nor Fuuka ever got Makoto to agree to seeing them one to one in their room. Mostly because the other always seemed to intervene right when they wanted to ask.

Fuuka kept tailing the pair. To the bookstore, to the arcade, back to the dorms. Every time Mitsuru would be looking to get the courage to ask Makoto how fertile he was, Fuuka would interrupt. Tell them how surprising it was that she was in the same location they were, and then refuse to leave until they separated themselves from her. Even when it came to the night time when Mitsuru could have asked him to her room, Fuuka told her there was some important bike maintenance they needed to go over that demanded her attention.

As recompense, Mitsuru quickly ruined the morning meal that Fuuka was providing Makoto. On the first morning, Mitsuru simply asked Fuuka for the meal as she was ‘so famished’ to which Makoto graciously offered his. Then the next day Fuuka had to watch in horror as a full five star banquet was served to the whole dorm from the world’s most expensive chefs. The look of smugness on the rich girl’s face would haunt Fuuka for weeks.

Makoto, for his part, just accepted all this like water flowing down his back in a shower. Things were a little weird, but he had no reason to assume the pair were out for his semen. If anything, he was a complication in their plot, as he seemed far too dense or willfully ignorant to their desires. Putting up walls even for the most minor of advances.

The tit and tat continued for the whole week. Neither refusing to let the other spend quality alone time with Makoto, lest the other be the one that got bred.

Perhaps the biggest swing from both of them was during Tartarus night. Where the two of them, independent of the other, chose to wear the High-Cut armor that they’d found. Between Fuuka’s flat stomach and Mitsuru’s fat tits, none of the men really knew where to look. Yukari was mostly angry at Makoto, thinking he made them wear this, and insisted on joining the team when Mitsuru offered to go off to the first floors alone with him. They were both pretty pleased to see that Makoto clearly kept sneaking peaks at both of their bodies, though it did mean hiding their arousal was rather difficult.

Things came to a head at movie night. Junpei had picked some crappy movie, and most of the room had drifted out one by one because of it. Even Junpei, though he was mostly uncomfortable by what was happening between the three of them. They didn’t care, it was just the three of them on the couch and the TV doing its thing.

Fuuka's head was on Makoto's shoulder.

She'd done it gradually. Ten minutes of sitting upright and pretending, then a slow lean, then first contact, and then she'd held absolutely still and waited to see if he'd move away… but he didn’t.

Mitsuru, on his other side, had followed the same trajectory as Fuuka until her head had landed on his opposite shoulder.

Fuuka internally admonished her senpai for copying her move, but then Mitsuru raised the stakes as her hand came down and rested on his knee.

Just a casual, fingers relaxed, hand placement. Like she had done it a hundred times.

Fuuka was fuming. Quickly placing her hand on his opposite knee like she would lose the territorial war if she didn’t strike then and now.

And Makoto, between them, was very still.

“...are you two okay?” he asked.

“Yes!” said Fuuka.

“Yes!” said Mitsuru, at the exact same moment. “Hm, why do you ask?”

He looked between the two, then where their hands were, and gulped. Trying to keep his eyes on the screen.

The pair’s hands slowly became bolder. Snuggling became a little deeper. All while his pants got tighter. His arms were slowly enraptured by two pairs of soft breasts, and when Fuuka’s fingers grazed his inner thigh he knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I need the bathroom!” he exclaimed, bursting off the couch before either could protest. Or, god forbid, offer to join.

They watched him go.

And silence fell upon the couch.

Well, mostly. The TV was still going, but it was clear that the tension between them was keeping them completely mute.

“Yamagishi,” said Mitsuru, breaking the silence. “I have heard that no man can resist a threesome.”

That wasn’t what Fuuka was expecting her to say at all, and in genuine shock she turned back to her senpai. “H-huh?!”

“Aigis told me we share the same goal.” said Mitsuru, looking gravely serious with a matching tone, “Our Leader’s fertility. Correct?”

“...yes.” Fuuka confirmed, “I just want to make sure our leader is healthy… d-do you know if he ever even… to himself?”

“I have no clue. But it worries me as well,” she replied, looking up to the stairwell again. “Not even the high-cut armor was enough… but if we combine our charms then perhaps we’ll break through. If he ejaculates in both of us then we have twice the amount of chances to find out how fertile he is.”

Fuuka considered it. The plan would alleviate a lot of pressure from her mind, as well as give a solid reason to help her much more beautiful senpai with sexual assistance. This last week she’d just been so worried that Makoto wasn’t masturbating enough. She wanted so desperately to watch those fat nuts of his pump rope after rope of cum, preferably into her womb. And Mitsuru was right, if Makoto really was that fertile then two pussies for him to breed with would prove how healthy he was!

“I’m in.”

---

After spending some time in the toilet to let his erection die down, Makoto headed back to his own room when the door to Mitsuru's opened.

Not fully. Just a sliver. Just enough for a hand to come out and curl around the frame.

“Leader,” said Mitsuru's voice from the dark. “A moment.”

Makoto stopped.

He couldn’t exactly ignore the sensual silhouette beckoning him from within. Something about the silky robe that Mitsuru was wearing screamed ‘see-through’, as her curvy body was all that was illuminated.

“It's late,” he said, trying to ignore the dryness of his throat.

“It is.”

He looked at his own door. It wouldn’t take much for him to deny and go to bed.

Then a new voice entered the ring, “Please, Makoto?” His head shot back towards Mitsuru's door, where it had peeked open a little more to show Fuuka wearing the same silky robe. “We need you to decide who has the bigger ass.”

He sighed in the way a man sighs when he has already lost.

“...okay.”

The door opened wider and he stepped inside, and the door shut behind him, and the hallway was quiet again.

---

It didn’t take long for things to devolve into a massive kissing fest.

Makoto wasn’t stupid. He could tell that the girls like him on some level, he’d just not really known how to handle it. But when two girls invite you to compare their ass size, you’d have to be as dense as a brick of diamond to not understand the implications.

“Apologies, Leader. The derriere adjudication was a ploy to get you inside,” said Mitsuru as Makoto made out with Fuuka. “I hope you don’t think less of us?”

“Nope,” he responded calmly, not really sure what else to say when Mitsuru quickly started to stuff her tongue into his mouth.

The two were relentless. He had no idea how they had gotten this way, or why, but he wasn’t about to go investigation mode to find out. Makoto just let them strip him while swapping whose spit he was drinking down every few seconds.

It wasn’t long before he was basically completely naked in front of them. Only his underwear remained, but the two suddenly stopped kissing him to slowly reveal his dick, as if the unboxing of his boxers was a monumental event for them. Fuuka was the one crouching, with Mitsuru anchoring his back.

They both gasped in utter delight when his achingly hard cock sprung free.

“It looks even bigger than how Aigis described it…” mumbled Fuuka.

“What?”

Mitsuru’s hand wrapping around his base kept him from asking any follow up questions. She purred into his mouth a single “C’est magnifique~” before kissing him hard again while pumping her fist up and down his thick cock.

Fuuka was quick to make out with his balls instead. Slathering them in her spit, running her tongue over them, sucking one into her mouth before aiming for the other. She was bizarrely focused on his semen tanks rather than his cock, though with how much sudden pleasure he was getting Makoto was not gonna complain.

They kept that position for a while, with the heat of the room rising considerably the longer Mitsuru and Fuuka pumped and licked respectively. The former began to slink down his body, grinding her luscious breasts against his bare skin as she did, making him shake with pleasure.

The two quickly began sharing his cock with their mouths. Each taking a hold of one of his nuts with their soft hands, while they licked up and down the side of his shaft in unison.

Makoto puffed and panted. The sight of his two friends below him like this, staring up at him with hungry eyes, it was just too incredible. Mitsuru Kirijo, an heiress, was slathering his cock with her plush lips and longer than expected tongue. She made no attempt to hide her intentions, keeping a firm grasp on his nutsack as if measuring what was inside. And if that wasn’t amazing enough, Fuuka was right there next to her. His teammate, and while she would probably be described as a plainer girl than the beauty of Mitsuru, she was still cute, eager, and more of a closeted pervert than Makoto would have given her credit for.

“Guhhh…” he started to groan, feeling the clench of his hips as the burning rise inside him spoke of what was near. “G-gonna c-cu-!”

“Do it!” Fuuka exclaimed,

“Bathe us in your seed, Leader!”

After fighting for it for so long, neither girl was expecting to orgasm at the feeling of getting boiling hot seed erupted onto their faces. But they did. Hard. Makoto pumped his cock as rope after rope spurted out to cover both women. Thick, pungent, sticky, goopy, hot, creamy, salty, manly, coagulated, and most importantly: fertile. There was just so much of it to cover them, it was hard for them not to think and admire just how fertile this seed covering their faces was. As if Makoto could impregnate their mouths with such a heavy load.

They quickly set to work ingesting it. Licking it off each other’s faces, passing it between each other’s mouths. It was a shame to not have it pumped into their cunts, but with how huge his nuts were this would far be his only ejaculation of the evening.

Once they were clean, and Makoto had clearly gotten hard again after watching them snowball his jizz around, they both got up and bent themselves over Mitsuru’s bed.

The sight of their glistening slits between their ample peaches was enough to send another shiver through Makoto’s body. They both reached around, opening their pussy lips for him gently to show exactly where they wanted him to shove his cock.

“Makoto… please…” begged Fuuka, breathlessly.

“We need you…” Mitsuru agreed.

Makoto was panting. Having just gone through the best orgasm of his life, he was looking at the loss of his virginity, personified. No one would blame him for losing his mind, thinking with his dick, and plunging forth into the dual depths in front of him.

But unfortunately for them, his brain was working.

“I should… probably put… a condom on though… right?” he panted.

“...”

“...”

“...a what?”

They both looked at him with much more shock, anger, and sadness than he was expecting from such an innocent suggestion. To him, it just made sense, right?

“A… a condom?” he repeated, thinking they may have misheard him, “So I don’t get either of you… pregnant?”

Fuuka looked like she was on the edge of tears, “Why would you do such a thing?”

“...to not get you pregnant? Pretty sure none of us are old enough to be parents, right?” he reasoned, still too confused by everything to really know what to say here. They were still presenting their cunts to him, so he hoped he hadn’t blown it, but still held firm on his belief that safe sex was for the best. “Um, be right back.”

As Makoto left, the two girls collapsed to the bed in despair.

“What do we do, Mitsuru-senpai?” asked Fuuka.

“I’m not sure, Yamagishi…” she replied, biting her lip in worry, “Why must he spurn us at every turn?”

---

“Which is why we came to you, Aigis.”

The robot girl nodded, sitting in her chair while pondering the thought, with both half naked women standing in front of her with frowns. “Would you like me to eliminate all condoms from the building?”

“No… despite needing to know how fertile he is, I don’t want to do anything he’s uncomfortable with…” said Fuuka, clutching her arm with a sad expression.

“Indeed,” agreed Mitsuru, taking a long look at herself in Aigis’ mirror and not enjoying how lewd an outfit stared back at her. “Perhaps this whole endeavour is fruitless after all… I’m honestly starting to feel a bit silly that we let this get this far…”

“I must remind you of your goals.”

Aigis stood from her chair with a determined expression, and the two others stared at her. Neither noticed the world fade to black again, as their minds were totally absorbed by what Aigis’s words.

“We all wish to know our leader is healthy. For a male to be truly healthy, they must also be fertile. From what I’ve observed, Makoto’s testicles are positively brimming with such highly active semen that I believe I can hear them swimming around when I am near him. However, despite his clear virility, Makoto can not be classified as either healthy nor fertile, as being fertile is a predetermined outcome that requires a woman to be impregnated,” Aigis held a hand over her chest. She really wanted to be the one that answered the call, but she physically couldn’t, and even math couldn’t do the impossible. “Despite Makoto’s verbal protests, I believe his semen are calling out to be used for breeding. Their distressed cries may even be affecting the team, as perhaps you’ve both noticed an increase of hormones causing intense horniness whenever you are around Makoto?”

“Yes…” the two moaned out. They hadn’t, but their memories warped to follow Aigis’ perfect computer logic. Now they really thought that they’d been struggling for weeks at the sounds of Makoto’s sperm.

Aigis nodded, but looked somewhat unsatisfied still, “Upon Mitsuru’s request, I have not pursued any other woman to be the one Makoto breeds with. But if neither of you are able to-”

“I-I can be the woman, Mitsuru-senpai!”

“Let us not fight again, Yamagishi,” said Mtisuru, “We both agree that Makoto needs to fill one of our wombs with his potentially virile seed, but how to convince him of such a thing…”

Aigis once more stepped up, “Perhaps it is a case of increasing his fertility? From my research, and through discussions with Junpei-san, I have determined that the male reproductive system is demand-responsive. Frequency of ejaculation correlates with increased gonadal activity, increasing semen production to match demand. Additionally, cessation after a period of high frequency produces measurable restlessness.”

“I see…” said Fuuka, nodding. “So what you’re saying is that if we spend the next few days making him cum a lot…”

Mitsuru nodded, happy that their plan was coming together, “Then he’ll eventually run out of condoms and sense. Giving us the chance to spread our legs for him and offer him our insides for his fertile seed. You truly are a mechanical marvel, Aigis. Thank you for your assistance.”

“Thank you, Mitsuru-san,” she nodded back at the compliment, watching the two shuffle out her room again, “Though this is all simple math.”

Neither of them heard the slight unintentional diss towards them, they were both too excited to make Makoto cum.

By the time they returned to Mitsuru’s room, Makoto was looking rather confused. He had come back hoping to find two wet and eager women who had just given him a blowjob waiting for him, but the fact neither of them were here was worrying. He was just sort of awkwardly sat on Mitsuru’s bed, his huge cock still hard and covered with a dark blue layer of plastic, but hopped up when they returned.

“You two okay?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t done anything to ruin his chances with them.

“Just freshening up,” Mitsuru purred, closing her door behind her before gesturing at his cock, “You better have a whole box of condoms ready to go~”

“Because we’re not going to let you go until they’re all full, Makoto~” Fuuka hummed in agreement.

---

And by god, were those flirts accurate.

Makoto had never felt more drained as he lay there between the two. Condoms full of cum were scattered haphazardly around them, though they were being tidied up. While they were waiting for him to feel rested, Mitsuru and Fuuka were playing a game of categorizing the condoms, ordering them by the size of the load. Then reorganising by the amount of enjoyment they had getting his cum. He had no idea how they’d remember each multicoloured condom per nutshot, but they did.

The ride to get here had taken pretty much all of the night. The positions they’d indulged in were as plentiful as they were arousing. Getting ridden on by Mitsuru reverse cowgirl as Fuuka ground into his face. Fucking Fuuka while she lay on her side as Mitsuru massaged his face with her tits. The two of them sandwiched on top of each other so he could bounce his cock between their honeypots over and over again. Mitsuru may have been more flexible and full bodied than Fuuka, but the hungry and sloppy girl was not to be done over.

Not that there was an ounce of competition between the girls, they were working in complete tandem to drain Makoto of all his balls were worth.

They got a rhythm going with the condoms too (even if a lot of the time their tight insides would refuse to let the balloon of semen go) where they constantly had a girl ready to go with the next one to slide onto his cock, ready for another round.

That was the real issue. Every time Makoto thought they were winding down, the pair found even more energy to encourage him into another round. He supposed that was the issue with threesomes, since he would fuck Fuuka with all his might, then be expected to go at it again for Mitsuru right after.

“What are we now…?” he eventually asked, interrupting their condom sorting to make them both look at him. “Are we… dating? As a three?”

They looked at each other for a moment. The two already knew what they wanted to be, what they were in their hearts were broodmares to his fertile cock. But to phrase that in a way that didn’t scare him off…

“We’re simply your sluts, Leader,” said Mitsuru, a smile shared by both of them as they moved back down towards the bed towards where they’d left his exhausted body. “Sluts like us are a bit demanding, and require constant sex and blowjobs in order to be happy. Are you up for such a challenge?”

He gulped. After tonight he wasn’t sure he could actually handle it, but when such a tempting offer comes across your proverbial desk you do anything you can to make it happen.

“...I’ll do my best.”

“Then we’ll be in your care,” smiled Fuuka, leaning forwards to give him an upside down kiss.

---

Things changed drastically during the next month for Makoto.

Mitsuru and Fuuka were now all over him, at every point of the day. They barely let him have a second to breathe by himself before their mouths were over his, pushing him towards the next orgasm.

In the mornings, they’d be there. Welcoming him to the land of the living by licking his cock clean, their tongues swirling around his shaft while a condom hung to his cockhead. He’d pump it full, and they’d leave him be… until he came down for breakfast. Where he’d be dragged into the pantry for his second blowjob, or secretly given a handy under the table, or given an anal rimming if he was running late and no one else was in the building.

And that was just at the dorms. In school the pleasure refused to stop as well.

Lunchtimes he’d be taken to the roof, where the doors would be locked with a bodyguard outside to give them all the privacy they needed. He’d be fed delicious foods while getting jerked off, jizzing into their meals and watching them indulge in his flavour. Then he’d fuck them, usually just because he was too aroused not to.

He no longer got any breaks between lessons either. They’d be spent in the bathroom, with one or both girls providing their mouth or tits for him to cum with.

Apart from the food, every time he came Makoto would be forced to nut into a condom, and the two would pocket the evidence.

They claimed that depositing into the trash could alert the school’s cleaners, so it was safer to tie the condoms under their clothes and wear them.

This meant, at any one time, the trace sounds of multiple condoms rubbing against their bodies could be heard. Squeaking. Rubbing. Bulging their clothes almost imperceptibly, but somehow being the most arousing visual for Makoto.

Then it would be back to the dorms where ‘homework’ was the only excuse needed to keep them separated from the rest of S.E.E.S. for hours of sexual hedonism.

If anyone had noticed the change in Mitsuru and Fuuka’s attitudes, they kept it quiet. They had managed to keep their tawdry affairs secret, though there were plenty of close calls and suspicious looks. Akihiko noticed a hair on Fuuka's mouth that he didn't think much more of after pointing it out. Junpei had walked in on Mitsuru standing in front of Makoto in the kitchen, refusing to move her ass away from his crotch for whatever reason. Ken and Koromaru had talked about the increased kissing of the adults around when they thought neither were noticing. And Yukari had found herself being somewhat left alone by her two female dorm friends.

Even Tartarus. Yes, Tartarus. While they still did progress through the tower through the month, Mitsuru and Fuuka also set up missions that only the three of them could accomplish. Lies to develop Fuuka’s Persona into being combat ready meant they could linger around the opening floors and fuck without needing to be quiet. Makoto couldn’t exactly resist them when they wore that trim high cut armor again, barely even needing to undo any part of their costume for him to shove his cock into their cunts. Only Aigis was ever allowed to join them on this quest. Sent off to eliminate shadows around them to let them enjoy the peace, though Makoto knew that Aigis had peeked around corners to watch him fuck Mitsuru and Fuuka a few times.

They also noticed changes in Makoto’s demeanour as well. How his loads were growing bigger, bit by bit, and how his dick needing less time to recharge between fucks as well. The way he was taking them became more assertive, with his previously gentle strokes along their skin morphing into rough squeezes and gropes. Both of them loved it. Makoto’s already impressive skills were improving all the time, having totally proved that fertile men just knew how to pleasure a woman. Always pumping so much cum into his condoms that it was a struggle to remove them from their tight cunts.

Makoto truly loved the attention of his ‘sluts’, not knowing why the two had fallen so heavily into wanting to fuck him every day, but rolling with it. Even if it tired him out sometimes. Even though it was making him dependent on their touch. Even though he was having to buy so many boxes of condoms. He wouldn’t have traded the feeling for anything.

Then one morning, Mitsuru and Fuuka weren’t there.

---

Location: Iwatodai Dorms (Aigis’ room)
Schedule: Afternoon
Task: Open the door.

“Hello, Mitsuru-san, Fuuka-san,” said Aigis, greeting the two as they smiled at her while entering her room. This time not wearing lingerie nor frowns, but their school uniforms and smiles. “Is everything okay?”

“We just wanted to come around and say thank you, Aigis,” said Mitsuru, looking rather proud of herself. Looking at herself in Aigis’ mirror to adjust her clothes, undoing some buttons for her ample cleavage to pop into view. “Without you, we’d never have been able to get where we are now.”

Fuuka looked equally ecstatic, giving Aigis a genuine hug of appreciation. “Yes, thank you, Aigis. Makoto is so horny for us now. It was upsetting hiding from him today, but we think one more push will finally get him to cum inside both of us.”

Mitsuru sighed happily, her hand subconsciously reaching down belly. They’d been suffering without his touch the last few days too, but it would soon all be worth it. “All the XL condoms on Tatsumi island have been redirected due to a ‘shipping error’. Once we return to him, new life will spread from our love union, and we’ll finally be able to climb Tartarus in peace, knowing our leader’s health.”

“We can’t stop talking about it. He must be so fertile, waiting for us to spread our unprotected pussies for him. Hehe, I think we’ll have twins! Each!” Fuuka giggled. “So thank you, Aigis. We know this question has been bothering you for a while as well, but we’re so nearly there now.”

All the long days of sex, increasing his tenacity for cumming, worshipping his oversized balls to generate as much fertile jism as they could. It would all be worth it. Aigis had helped them realise just how important this was, and they were happy to show their appreciation for her as they shared this long moment of smiles.

Well, they thought they were having a moment. Aigis soon broke that idea by saying.

“If you would like to be the first women he breeds with, then you may want to visit him before Yukari-san finishes.”

There was about a minute of silence that hung over them as they absorbed what Aigis had said. As it happened, their smiles drained from their faces.

“...huh?” said Fuuka, having to brace herself against the cart of mechanical tools that Aigis had in her room for maintenance. “D-don’t tell me…”

Mitsuru grabbed at the robot woman’s arms, “Aigis! What’s happening with Takeba?”

Aigis did not react to the sudden shaking, simply turning to Mitsuru to explain, “Despite my intention to wait indefinitely, Yukari-san confronted me in my room about the two of you. Primarily, it was about why you were acting so ‘lovey dovey’ towards him, while simultaneously ignoring the other members of S.E.E.S. in your pursuit for breeding. Without any other choice, and a direct command to tell the truth, I told her all about Makoto-san’s fertility. I had tried to tell her previously, but she often rejected any attempts to talk about Makoto with me. Yet, by the end of it, she seemed equally interested in becoming the one to breed with him.”

Mitsuru and Fuuka both looked at each other with fearful expressions.

“...oh no.”

“She wouldn’t…”

“By my calculations, she already has.”

---

“AHN! AHNN! AHN! M-MAKKOOOOTTOOOOO!!!!”

It was like watching their failures personified. In this instance, their failures looked like a sweaty, mostly-naked Yukari getting her desperate and needy pussy being fucked raw by Makoto.

Yukari herself loved this. She had found Makoto wandering the dorms, trying to find Mitsuru and Fuuka while hiding the fact his dick was hard from Junpei and the other guys, like his own little stealth game. As soon as she saw him, Yukari dragged him into her room and quickly shut the door behind him. He had worried that she would yell at him for walking around with a boner, but to her that only made sense for how fertile he was.

As Yukari stripped him down and started stretching her throat around his thick cock, Makoto wondered why all the girls wanted him so badly. Sure, he’d maxed out their social links according to the Velvet Room, but that wouldn’t have made them go this feral, would they? Was there a Tartarus virus? Was there some sort of aphrodisiac fog that had rolled in? Had Mitsuru used Marin Karin on a shadow that reflected it back at her?

Perhaps if his dick wasn’t half way down Yukari’s throat his brain could have made some connections as to figuring out this mystery. But alas, he blew his thick load into her stomach with only elated arousal bouncing around inside him.

He could only really form words after Yukari’s sogging wet panties hit his face, with a minxy look on her face as she guided his unprotected cockhead to her gushing pussy.

“B-but the c-condoms-” he whimpered.

Yukari’s face dropped to an unimpressed glare, “Either fuck me raw, or get out.”

“...okay.”

Which brings us back to now.

Makoto with his back on the bed, Yukari riding him reverse cowgirl with his hands on her hips, and Mitsuru, Fuuka, and Aigis all barging into the room while stripping down their clothes.

Yukari was the most alarmed, trying to cover up in the confusion while not wanting to stop bouncing on it. “W-woah! Ah, M-Mitsuru-senpai! I can-!”

“W-we left you alone for only a few hours!” huffed Fuuka to Makoto, ignoring Yukari entirely to jump on her bed and shoving her crotch onto Makoto’s face. She shuddered as he started licking, “A-Aigis! Punish him by licking his nipples!”

“Understood,” said Aigis, making Yukari’s bed creak heavily when she knelt on top of it.

As those two dealt with Makoto’s top half, Yukari was wondering if she should get off his bottom half. Her eyes were bulging in confusion at her two friends adding themselves to her intimate moment with Makoto, and her befuddlement didn’t drop when Mitsuru appeared in front of her.

The cold face of her naked senpai looking back at her made Yukari very nervous, “I… uh…”

“We don’t blame you, Takeba,” said Mitsuru, placing a sympathetic hand on Yukari’s shoulder. “I failed to account for how much lust you must have been feeling whenever you sat next to him in class. Our leader is so very virile, it makes sense neither of you could hold back.”

A wave of relief washed over Yukari as she had been worried she’d be told to stop fucking him. Instead, it seemed Mitsuru understood exactly how she felt. Though, the smile on Mitsuru’s face did seem to change as the grip on Yukari’s shoulder tightened.

“That being said, I do insist you hurry up. Yamagishi and I are waiting for our turns, understood?”

Yukari nodded quickly, “Y-yeah, I get it.”

With a nod, Mitsuru quickly took up her own position of crouching between Makoto’s legs to suckle his testicles. The rhythm of the four girls descending upon one man was quickly set, as the hard pounding and heat overtook the room.

It was all so sloppy, messy, and so wet. Sweat stained the air. Pleasure crashed into their bodies from all angles, and hunger drove their desires to revel in each other even more.

Yukari would have never expected the regal Mitsuru’s tongue to be flicking at her well stretched slit.

Fuuka never would have thought she would ever have been bold enough to sit on a man’s face.

Mitsuru never would have expected how much she loved the taste of Yukari dripping down onto Makoto’s testicles. Easily rising the ranks of her personal taste tier list to sit above caviar.

And Aigis… well, she expected all the actions taking place, but not how she’d feel about it. She didn’t really know how to feel. Like, emotions, in general. She could understand the basics, like feeling fully charged was good, and feeling rusty was bad. But the complex desires of those around her–of wanting Makoto to lick her until her eyes rolled up like Fuuka, or the way Yukari shuddered when Mitsuru dragged her body down deeper onto Makoto’s cock–still eluded her. At least she was invited to lick his tasty nipples, increasing his libido by approximately 6.53%.

“Makoto’s testicles are tightening!” Mitsuru announced. “I believe he’s close!”

“MmpH!” Makoto mumbled, majorelle muff muffling moody man’s mouth.

Despite trying to pull out, having all four women pushing down on you at once made it quite impossible. And Yukari ground as hard as she could, squeezing down around him with her boiling velvet walls, “YES! YESS! CUM INSIDE MEEEEEEE!”

As soon as Yukari’s orgasm hit him, Makoto unloaded. His weak protests giving way to a glorious roaring climax, surging forth his seed into his friend’s clenching pussy. Raw sex just felt so good, and the feeling of semen bursting through her cervix was bar none. The fact his head was getting sprayed by Fuuka, and his balls/nipples were being licked by Mitsuru/Aigis respectively really made his first creampie experience an unforgettably hot one.

Yukari moaned out thick sighs of happiness, a few extra waves of climax hitting her as she thought about how much fertile seed was inside her right now. All the creamy liquid heat inside her felt so right. So healthy. She just wanted to stay on his cock for nine months.

Makoto only had a few seconds to rest before things started moving around again.

The woman on his cock was removed with a simple lift by Aigis, who lay Yukari down on the bed next to him. Not that he noticed, as the millisecond that Yukari’s pussy had left his tip, his dick was shifted forwards and rammed into Mitsuru’s pussy.

“There we go…” she cooed, as if the piece of a long forgotten puzzle had finally been found and put in its rightful place. “Mm… the mix of Takeba’s juice and your cum feels divine inside me… th-the lack of plastic really makes it f-feel different…”

Makoto was given a chance to breathe–with Fuuka shuffling over to Yukari to help raise her hips so she didn’t lose even a single drop of semen–and he got a chance to admire her perfect back moving up and down his sensitive cock. “Fuuck… Mitsuru-senpai…” he groaned, taking her hips gently while she rode him.

“I-I feel it to…” she admitted, “it’s as if my vaginal walls are pulling me downwards every time. I fear I’d be unable to stop my own desires, even if I wanted to. It just feels so…”

“M-magnifique?” he offered.

But Mitsuru’s hips were picking up too much speed for her to care about talking French, “Mmm… fuuckkkk…” she moaned, slamming down harder and harder onto his cock.

With Fuuka playing with Yukari, and Mitsuru fucking Makoto, it left Aigis standing nearby without a lot to do. Watching without orders, as her allies all succumbed to the lusts she was incapable of indulging in. She knew she should just stand there and wait, Makoto had already placed his seed into Yukari after all so her primary objective was complete, but some strange part of her that Aigis didn’t understand wanted to have more ‘sexy fun’ as they say.

Makoto didn’t expect to find metallic hands gently moving his wrists upwards away from Mitsuru’s hips.

“If you grab Mitsuru-san’s breast tissue, semen production should increase. The softness of the ‘double d-cups’ is supposedly legendary,” Aigis advised.

Makoto gave Mitsuru a couple of gropes. He wasn’t exactly going to deny that he felt hotter while the heiress’ globes squeezed between his fingers, and the moans from Mitsuru were sultry sweet too. While she bounced on it, Makoto noticed Aigis staring at his hands.

“Did you wanna feel Mitsuru’s breasts too, Aigis?”

“I see no benefit to that,” said Aigis.

He shrugged, “Research?”

“...very well,” she said after a pause. Reaching forwards, she began to take over groping duties from Makoto, her slightly colder hands contrasted to Mitsuru’s heated sweaty skin. The beautiful redhead groaned at her touch, all while Makoto continued to fuck her from below. “Pliable, yet firm. Compared to the rugged texture of your testicles, her skin seems immaculate, like a satin cushion inside Mitsuru-san’s chest.”

Mitsuru probably would have responded, if she wasn’t throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Makoto noticed Aigis’ brow furrowing the deeper that she squeezed Mitsuru’s chest. “What’s wrong?”

“The areola is hardened. A sign of arousal in Mitsuru-san…” she explained, which all seemed reasonable enough, “May I ask why my instinct is to place my mouth on them? Is it a prerequisite emotion from childhood? Or does everyone feel this way when touching double d breasts?”

“Hehe, do you think Aigis is bisexual?” asked Fuuka, slightly giggling at Aigis’ questions.

“Does it really work that way if you’re, you know…” said Yukari, still raising her hips off the bed to make sure Makoto’s semen worked its way through her system. “Wouldn’t it be more like she’s, I don’t know, humansexual?”

“Humansexual…” Aigis repeated, staring between Mitsuru’s luscious jiggly body jumping around and the huge fertile cock she was riding. “Acceptable observation acknowledged. I am now designated: Humansexual. I shall inform the other students and teachers of my sexual affiliation tomorrow. Is there anything I can do to assist?”

“Oh geez…” said Yukari, regretting putting the idea in her head.

“Doesn’t really matter,” said Makoto, “Just suck tit if you want.”

“Confirmed.”

“Ahhh!” Mitsuru groaned when Aigis’ lips latched onto her nipple, feeling an inhuman amount of suction pull on her areola. And with a different exhaust port, she didn’t even need to breathe out, making the sensation almost a vacuum seal, constantly stimulating her breast with her curious robotic sucking, “Nnghh! A-Aigis!”

Adding a flicking tongue action to the mix, Aigis deduced the taste of Mitsuru was flowery and sweaty. With her new humansexuality, she designated this a positive attribute that she found sexy. She also decided to start groping Makoto’s testicles while she sucked Mitsuru’s tit, to stimulate his fertility as she indulged in both forms of humans.

Between the two of them, Mitsuru didn’t last much longer before cumming her brains out. Her fevered scream building until she squirted hard against Aigis’ belly.

Despite the death grip clench her pussy was giving to Makoto’s dick, he didn’t join her in climax, and after her body stopped rocking she had run out of energy to keep jumping.

“W-wait… I-I want to k-keep going…” Mitsuru whined.

“Aigis, lie next to me,” said Makoto.

Though she wanted to keep sucking Mitsuru’s tits, she respected the chain of command too much to ignore an order. She lay on the bed to Makoto’s right, once more making Yukari’s springs groan at her increased weight. As soon as she was down, Makoto jumped up, wrapping his arms around Mitsuru before gently turning them both and moving her over where Aigis was lying.

Mitsuru loomed over Aigis, her hands on either side of Aigis’ head, looking like she was barely holding herself together with how hot she was. Makoto was behind her, hands holding her hips before inserting back into her tight wet confines.

She groaned in Aigis’ face, even with the shadow across her face she looked positively radiant, eyes fluttering while Makoto began increasing speed into her still sensitive slit.

Aigis was enraptured by the moment. Not only was she able to gaze upon Mitsuru’s huge swinging pendulums, but the angle and feel of Makoto like this… it was as if she was having sex with him too. The heaving weight of the pair together, rubbing against her in so many ways, she had never felt more arousal in her circuits before.

She quickly resumed sucking Mitsuru’s breast when she caught one, feeling it mash against her face whenever Makoto slammed into Mitsuru from behind to push her forwards.

It was hot, wet, and sticky, and the three involved were adoring every moment. All the way to when Makoto started groaning out.

“G-gonna cum!” he warned.

“Do it! AHN~! Do it inSIDE!” Mitsuru screamed, slamming her hips back as hard as she could against his rhythm

“Yes! Please cum inside Mitsuru-san’s womb!!” Aigis agreed, noting the types of sexual insistencies that others seemed to make around conception. “Mark her as yours! You are a hot stud that can go for hours due to your intense virility! Make her your woman, as they say!”

Makoto didn’t need much more convincing, even if he didn’t really notice the world going briefly black as Aigis spoke, before he unleashed his full load into Mitsuru’s pussy.

The heiress sung out like a canary. Her body rocking violently in another climax as virile semen filled her hungry pussy. Rope after rope splattered her insides, quaking Mitsuru’s very soul with pleasure and creating healthy robust offspring that were set for life.

The splashing of his seed against her metallic mons was enough to make Aigis orgasm. She didn’t know it was that, a series of errors just immediately compiled upon the splashing of fertile seed against her, making her whole system heat up beyond the usual parameters. It felt amazing, and she filed it under the greatest system error ever conceived.

Without any energy left, Mitsuru collapsed onto Aigis. The well fucked heiress losing control of her senses and mistaking Aigis for the one that had fucked her, giving her a sloppy wet kiss while her mind recovered from being so overwhelmed. Aigis accepted the kiss, and continued to make out with Mitsuru as Makoto exited the pair.

“Makoto…” came a voice to his left. Fuuka’s ass was waggling around, an absolute torrent of liquid rolling down her thighs as she presented her pussy, “Please, please, please do me too!”

He thought after two creampies he’d be feeling more reserved about going in for a third, or at least a bit more tired, but Makoto looked at Fuuka’s pussy with a bizarre hunger. Ever since Aigis spoke to him in that weird way, he felt full of energy, both upstairs and down. Fuuka just looked so… fertile.

It only took one motion to plunge into her completely, wet enough that there was no resistance at all, and she made a startled little noise at how easy it was, how the whole length of him just fit. She’d obviously felt his dick far inside her before, but not like this. Not raw. Uncut. Nothing separated them at all as his iron pole stretched her pussy and pushed against her cervix.

“Oh my gosh… g-goodness!” Fuuka squirmed, bunching up Yukari’s sheets in her hands to have something to clench while she adjusted. “Makotoo~! It-it’s so much better without a condom!”

Makoto groaned in agreement, unable to stop his hips from slamming into her with incredible speed. The wet and hot arousal they were both feeling driving them to revel in each other’s bodies. Despite the month of debasement and debauchery they’d shared, this rawness still felt so fresh and new to both of them. An addiction to sex they’d both developed over their time together that wasn’t about to go away any time soon.

Yukari mentally noted how much further along the other two were from her, despite being the first to be bred by Makoto’s fertile seed. She was so impressed by the way Fuuka kept thrusting back at Makoto, and was able to keep pace in all the wet n wild ways despite her reserved nature.

Fuuka came first, clenching hard around him, and it was that orgasmic tightness that took him too, sending them spiraling into a joint climax. Makoto's whole body locked up as he was emptying into her, throwing his head back in ecstasy, while Fuuka felt every pulse like a separate event, like each gush of seed was the new baby she was dreaming about. He held himself inside her through all of it, while she ground her hips in small circles against his dick to squeeze as much as she could out of him.

With Fuuka’s fields falling to the fertile fruitmaker, the atmosphere in the room finally had a moment to breathe. With Makoto himself tumbling back onto Yukari’s floor, splaying himself out with a discarded cuddly toy bear to use as a pillow.

They all just stayed there for a bit, panting and basking in the afterglow. Yukari returning the favour to Fuuka to get her hips up, while licking up any stray semen that may have escaped her slit.

“Aigis…” said Mitsuru, having found her mind along the way but continued to make out with Aigis for a while anyway. “Do you believe we’ve concluded the experiment? Is our Leader a healthy fertile male?”

The android nodded, “I can determine that, with the conception of life within three adult women, Makoto Yuki has the likelihood of being 99.9% fertile. Therefore he is deemed fully healthy for combat.”

“Only 99.9%?” asked Yukari.

“There is only one final test I can conceive,” said Aigis, “In my research, the truly fertile members of the pornography world could even merge their DNA with members adjacent to humans. These were designated ‘monster girls’, ‘demons’, or ‘succubi’.”

“I knew you would say that, Aigis…” said Mitsuru with a smile. Aigis nodded, assuming they were on the same page, and that they would soon need to track down Elizabeth. The non-human woman would certainly be the final test for Makoto’s sperm. But to Aigis’ surprise, she was not thinking alike to Mitsuru, who had a different human-adjacent woman that was much closer. “Activate Orgy mode.”

“Pardon? AH!”

Aigis gasped out as her body reacted to Mitsuru’s orders. New sections of her android anatomy were beginning to open up. The white fabric area around her crotch gave way to fleshy pink lips that moved forwards, and her chest grew new plastic buttons that resembled areola.

“I-I seem to have grown a vagina and nipples.”

“I had it installed when you went in for maintenance last week. It took a while for the scientists to get it right, but using similar DNA to who your soul is based off of, we managed to make a working synthetic womb inside of you. You are now a working shadow weapon/incubation chamber, and will be able to monitor whatever will be growing inside you.” She explained, turning around briefly to smirk at Makoto, “But it is still developing technology, so we need only the most fertile seed to make it work~ Oh!”

Mitsuru gasped when Aigis’ arms wrapped around her neck. Perhaps the first ever hug she’d received from this member of her team, Aigis held her tightly against her.

“Saying ‘thank you’ does not seem like the appropriate response to the height my gratitude meter has reached. What should I do to show my appreciation?” said Aigis.

“Just have fun,” Mitsuru hummed with a smile, giving Aigis’ hair a gentle stroke before pulling away from the hug. “You deserve it.”

With a nod, Aigis stood from the bed.

Makoto still lay on his back, recovering as well as he could with the sweat pouring off his body, and the three layers of female juice covering his tired cock.

Yet despite that, when he looked upon Aigis looming over him with her new attachments, that boner of his grew three times that day. Seeing her small smile at his reaction gave his heart new life too.

“Activating Dirty Talk. I have a request, Makoto-san,” said Aigis, reaching down and spreading her new lips, “May you please take your huge fertile penis and penetrate me rhythmically until completion? I can guarantee heat and pleasure for both parties, and you would become a ‘hot stud’ as they say.”

Yukari sighed with a hand on her face, “That has to be the worst dirty talk ever…” she mumbled.

“Excellent work, Aigis!” encouraged Mitsuru, praising her work as the original author to the dirty talk, “Now reveal your true form!”

Aigis reached up and placed her hands above her head, presenting her body to Makoto while slowly crouching down over his face. She was very gentle here, as one wrong move could have caused injury. Makoto gently stroked her pussy lips, feeling the silicon like it was a real woman, and with how hot/wet she was, it was almost indistinguishable.

“Apologies if this position is of benefit to you sexually,” said Aigis, shaking above his head, “I acknowledge my advanced weight may play a part in our positioning. Would you like-?”

“I trust you,” he said, shooting her self-deprecation down, “So sit on it.”

“...order acknowledged.”

With a soft grip on his turgid member, Aigis lowered herself down onto Makoto. Gasping out as the system error of such a huge human penis attempting to enter her tight hole rung through her body. Her turbines whirred hard, coolant oozed from her new lips, and her new nipples hardened, all as slowly she felt him enter her pussy.

“You are p-penetrating me,” she said, a twitch on her face as she felt strange new feelings throughout her system. Human flesh was inside her. And not in a maintenance way, but in a way that made her feel much more than just a shadow hunting automaton. Makoto’s pulse was rapid and his face was in bliss as she slowly gyrated herself against his dick. “Th-the feeling of your penis inside me is much different than I had assumed. The ‘XL’ size of your condoms seems like an inappropriately small designation, perhaps we should write to the company to include an ‘XXXXXL’ size?”

“Let’s not,” Makoto countered, “Thought you wanted to become a mom? Condoms don’t really help with that.”

Aigis blinked, seemingly surprised with that revelation, “I will become a mother.”

“Not if you don’t MOVE!”

The single thrust against her cervix caused a new error to appear on her visual display. Every part of her internal mechanisms flexed, as if a reboot had occurred and they had to be realigned. Aigis had no idea how Makoto could make her feel this way, but after another few thrusts from below her system was too clogged with errors to think about it. She had to just focus on her prime directive of pleasuring Makoto to make him release fertile semen inside her.

She quickly developed an inhuman rhythm of her humping hips. Makoto groaned beneath her, as her insides clamped around him. It was hotter than a toaster inside her, and the synthetic arousal felt just as good as the real kind to how she clenched around his cock.

The other three, seeing how hot things were getting, began to shift over from the bed to get a better look.

“This is crazy to watch,” said Yukari, crouching beside the pair while sighing at the sight of her now sweaty teddy bear beneath them. With a huff, she gave an aggressive finger waggle to the robot, “You better share Makoto properly after this, Aigis. No staying up all night with him just because you don’t need to sleep.”

Aigis just kept jumping up and down, “I-I promise n-nothing…”

“Tch! Well, just remember that I was his first!” she said with a click of her tongue. “Though, I guess I still need to thank you for

“We developed her vagina based on my own,” said Mitsuru, grabbing Aigis’ breasts from behind to help her stabilise, “But before you stretched me out. So Aigis’ nerve endings are sharing the same virginity loss you delivered to me.”

“Does she feel good, Makoto?” asked Fuuka, still cupping her pussy to stop any semen leaking out.

“Yess…” he hissed, thrusting up from below to meet all of Aigis’ movement.

The other girls all continued to watch. Yukari focusing mostly on Makoto, giving him kisses or nipple licks. Fuuka now wanted to act more wifely, placing Makoto’s head in her lap as a better pillow for him. And Mitsuru made sure Aigis was alright, keeping her upright and balanced lest she falter and crush the sensitive fertile field below her.

Aigis’ diagnostics were going haywire the longer the sex was going on. When Makoto pinched her new nipples it created new system errors in her code she’d never experienced before. Notepad files were opening, only to type out ‘YESYESYESYESYESYESYES’ repeatedly. The gyros in her legs were shaking. And the task manager was not responding. Yet enough processing power was still in action to let her thrust towards new pleasure with Makoto.

The new data on her womb was fascinating. A feeling of real sexual hunger from a part of her own body. It was so bizarre, yet beautiful. A yearning of flesh against synthetic flesh. Soon Makoto would be loading new life into her womb, where she would then watch the loading bar slowly fill, with the end result being her becoming a mother to two human children.

She could still see the signs of Makoto’s upcoming release. Fertile seed. All for her.

“Please cum inside me, Makoto-san!” she begged, increasing her speed to a truly fevered piston. The other girls all looking worried at just how fast she was slamming against him, “I-I love you! I love fucking you! Please, make me YOURS!”

“AIGISSS!” he roared back, thrusting one last time before exploding into the android.

Aigis screamed, throwing her body backwards as her second ever orgasm overtook her. The feeling of burning hot fertile seed inseminating her was too much for her mental programming to handle, sending errors and data flying through her systems, perhaps being the closest she’d ever gotten to blue screening in her life.

Each blast of semen felt uniquely incredible to her, and she made sure to squeeze her onahole-esque cunt to get as much inside her as she could.

Yet despite her hungry womb, there was one other place Aigis wanted Makoto to put his seed.

“Please… place your cum here too…!” she pleaded, ripping away her red ribbon to unveil a shiny blue beacon of light emerging from her internal systems. It radiated with energy, rhythmically thumping light around them.

“A-Aigis…” gasped Mitsuru, eyes going wide in shock.

“What? What is that?” asked Yukari.

Mitsuru just stared, “It’s her Papillon Heart… the core of her operating system… essentially, it is where her soul is kept.”

“How romantic!” said Fuuka, clapping her hands together. “So Makoto’s DNA will be forever part of Aigis’ soul?”

“...sounds like a pain to clean…” huffed Yukari.

Makoto panted with Aigis still on top of him, staring at her very soul right in front of him. With a gulp, he reached down to where their crotches connected, scooping up a dollop of his semen and slowly reaching up to her chest. She nodded, encouraging him despite his hesitation.

“Ah!” she gasped as the seed seeped into her servos. The feeling of his DNA merging with hers was very strange, as the most sensitive spot on her body glitched her circuits. Eyes rolling back over and over again in a strange manner, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AHH!”

“Woah!” Makoto exclaimed, suddenly grabbing underneath Aigis’ body to try and lift her. “She’s kinda crushing me!”

The other three quickly leapt to his aid, getting their hands under Aigis’ armpits to lift her off of Makoto’s overworked pelvis. He gasped in relief as Aigis was placed on the floor next to Yukari’s bed. Her mental glitching needing a minute to calibrate before returning to sanity.

The back of Makoto's head hit the floor in exhaustion as he panted away in recovery. The five of them all took a moment to actually rest for a second. He’d done it. He’d fucked the entire female cast of S.E.E.S. and enjoyed every moment of it. And they’d managed to find out just how healthy their leader was, loving the feeling of his seed coating their ovulated eggs. Sure, Yukari’s bed was ruined now, and several of her stuffed toys would never be looked at the same way again, but collectively they were all too happy to care.

Makoto only raised his head when he felt four tongues licking away at his crotch. Looking upwards to see all of them crowded around his dick. Mitsuru at the tip, Yukari and Fuuka on the sides, while Aigis licked at his balls. They all gave him looks of love mixed with pleading hunger.

“My turn again next, right?” asked Yukari.

Mitsuru spoke without taking her lips off of the tip, “Aigis. What's the likelihood our leader is fertile?”

“100% likelihood achieved.” said Aigis, and a slight sad look passed over all their faces before she added, “However, all scientific tests have margins for error. Running further experiments, perhaps on a regular nightly basis depending on schedules, would achieve optimal field results.”

Yukari giggled, a knowing smirk to her lips between kisses to Makoto's shaft, “I bet someone as fertile as you won't even be satisfied with just the four of us. I bet you're the kinda guy that would get with his teacher given half the chance, eh?”

“That can be arranged,” said Mitsuru, “As could meetings with Yuko Nishiwaki and Chihiro Fushimi, who I know you are fond of. Or perhaps a female celebrity you are particularly fond of that would work with my company?”

“Looks like you'll have your hands full with us from now on,” said Fuuka, nuzzling up close to Makoto's dick fondly, “Please treat us well, our fertile Leader~”

---

The Future

“Have I made it back…?”

Elizabeth’s eyes blinked multiple times. The sensory refresh was always the worst part of time travel. Having to calibrate your eyes to the different temporal placement of the sun, tasting that extra ten-year layer of human smog, and all that darn internet noise that floated about in ‘clouds’.

If she had been using the real Velvet Room and not the cobbled together facsimile she’d constructed for a two way trip, then a lot of those calibrations would be pre-prepared for her. But alas, then no changes to the timeline would have been accomplishable at all.

Once everything in her body was realigned, she found herself just outside the revamped Paulownia Mall.

Elizabeth rarely traveled back to Tatami Island these days. While the good memories were nice to revisit, the melancholy of it all… wait… was that right?

She remembered years of time spent beside Makoto’s resting place in the sea of shadows. The man who held back a god by becoming the door to lock Nyx away, despite it costing his life… but those memories were becoming blurrier by the second.

“What are these new memories…?” she hissed, clenching her temple as the temporal energies continued to pour over her. “Where-?”

“Auntie Liz! Auntie Liz!”

Before she could answer any of it, she was pounced on by two miniature humans.

A girl and a boy. Roughly ten years old. The female had long ochre hair, tied back into a pony tail. While the male had dark navy hair, long enough to touch his shoulders. Wearing some school uniforms below their wide smiles. They rubbed their faces against her velvet dress while keeping their arms tightly wrapped around her.

“What are you doing here?” asked the girl. “Are you shopping?”

“Are you buying gifts for Christmas?” asked the boy. “We’re gonna see a movie!”

“You should come with us!”

“Yes! Please come see it with us!”

“You can sit next to me!”

“No! Me!”

“Kids.”

Elizabeth was quite overwhelmed already, not expecting a new voice to interrupt them. The three all turned to find a familiar face. Aigis, wearing a simple sky blue dress underneath a wooly Christmas jumper, smiled at the three of them. A knowing look on her face as she smiled back at the confused attendant.

“Do you two mind giving me a minute with Auntie Elizbaeth-san?”

“Okay…” the two whined in unison. They both gave Elizabeth one last squeeze before quickly hurrying inside the mall without a care in the world. Talking about some gacha machine they were both going to win on.

Leaving the two fellow immortals to stand there together.

“You have returned, Elizabeth-san,” said Aigis, keeping her knowing smile on her face. “I was wondering when the old timeline version of you would re-emerge. I suppose we only lasted ten years of loneliness without him.”

“I… yes, it seems so,” replied Elizabeth, returning the smile as she relaxed her shoulders a little. “It appears I have some catching up to do with this new world. It truly worked then?”

Aigis gave a gentle nod, “Yes, thank you, Elizabeth-san. Your efforts have brought me unlimited happiness, and I shall forever be in your debt.” she said while transitioning into a full on bow. After a few moments of respectful acknowledgement, Aigis returned upright. “I still struggle to show gratitude sometimes, but perhaps I may treat you to a movie? I am sure Minato and Minako would love it.”

Elizabeth took a moment to breathe in this new world. The memories of time spent with Aigis and her kids slowly dripping into her head. With a returning nod, the two began to head into the mall together, “Yes, that does sound decreasing. Releasing? Ah, appeasing.”

“Good decision,” said Aigis, "Additionally, I advise you to take some time to remember all your memories of your own kids before you pick them up from their after school clubs.”

“M-my kids?!” gasped Elizabeth, pausing in place to recoil from the news, “I own children?!”

Aigis chuckled under her breath. Tilting her head with a large smile that was very full of love.

“To answer your original query from ten years ago: yes, Makoto Yuki was very very fertile.”