Bad Ending? (Route 1)

Security at St. Mungo's had not improved in the slightest, and Furensō was able to get to the nursery before anyone recognized him. No one tried to stop him until he reached Sallow's office and, finding the door locked, banged on it loudly. The noise frightened the twins enough to make them cry, and our beloved protagonist was **** to choose between calming the girls or throwing things. He chose to calm his daughters, but hissed to every healer and nurse passing by that they had better find Sallow soon or they would pay absolute hell.

The healer appeared with gratifying speed soon after. DarkRock pushed with an invisible **** (Ki) the guy into his office before setting up a silencing room with his wand; and left the twins in their stroller with their stuffed bunnies. Teething had begun and the babies were doing their best to get all the hair out of the bunnies' ears.

Sallow at first thought that his best and only donor was coming to pay him a friendly visit with the intention of giving him another bountiful sperm donation after three years away because he badly needed more of that miraculous and potent seed; and this is because of the great demand from couples wanting a baby, but when a certain war hero confronted him like that he put this aside immediately.

"What can I do for you, Furensō?" The healer was noticeably nervous, and rightly so. Only a complete fool would not have been sweating while standing in front of the strongest man in the Magical and non-Magical World.

The young man with tousled spiky black hair stood in front of the healer.

"How many?" demanded DarkRock with his hands clenched into fists.

Sallow blinked at the huge muscular young man's question, but in the back of his mind he could figure something out and knew he was in deep trouble.

"Ehh... - 'how many' Of what?"

The huge Saiyan snapped angrily as he saw the healer playing dumb.

"Babies, you idiot," DarkRock growled. Silently. Diana and Delia didn't look up from their bunnies "How many women have you inseminated with my.... sperm?" he asked quietly, no longer embarrassed to discuss the matter, but still unwilling to use those words out loud, God help him if the twins' first word is 'semen'.

The healer scratched his head with his right hand nervously.

"Well, I don't know, exactly..." Sallow lied, as he couldn't remember exactly how many women he inseminated with Furensō's Super Sperm, but they certainly were and are many; even this morning he inseminated a group of ten **** women who wanted to have babies. "I don't have those statistics handy," he said with his gaze anywhere in his office other than the angry look of the war hero.

The dark-eyed young man with eyes as dark as coal was beginning to tire of the fertility guy's roundabouts.

"Guess!" ordered Furensō as his pupils turned golden for a second. "Five, ten... Anywhere on the Quidditch pitch will do," he commented.

The healer backed up a step in fear.

"Oh, I don't know..." Sallow again played dumb because he knew that, if he answered that question he would get in a lot of trouble, and, besides he would make Furensō very angry.

DarkRock growled in annoyance again, and Sallow shrank back with a touch of fear.

"Maybe five hundred?" offered Sallow rather nervously.

Our beloved protagonist's eyes widened like saucers at the healer's response.

"FIVE HUNDRED!" exclaimed DarkRock the moment he stopped clenching his fists.

The healer cringed even more; swallowing saliva in the process.

"Possibly more...shall we say? A thousand?" said Sallow as he thought more clearly of the numbers of women who became pregnant with Furensō's Super Sperm.

The young man with tousled black spiky hair took a step back in disbelief at that number.

"WHAT!" shouted DarkRock in total shock.

The healer mimicked the war hero and backed up another step, but his mouth went on with his words.

"Maybe even many more.... You must understand, Furensō! This program is completely experimental, so couples who come to me are quite **** to consider it at first. But when I mention that you are a donor; they don't think twice and accept! It's amazing, really..." Sallow was babbling, but the huge mountain of muscle was having a hard time understanding his explanation.

The huge Saiyan was making a very big effort not to kill this guy right this instant and he didn't mind being labeled as a criminal.

"How could you get so many women pregnant with my sperm? I was only here for a week!" exclaimed DarkRock very annoyed. "And you said you were only going to investigate the motility of my sperm or something..." he added with a hand resting on his head to try to process what his brain grasped from the previous words of the man specializing in fertility.

The healer thought and carefully chose the next words he would use.

"Yes, of course, and I did a lot of research with your sperm and discovered many interesting things; but you, you are a very fertile man, Furensō! You were eighteen at the time, the peak of your sexuality and still are..." Sallow paused a little to give the young stud's body a quick little glance as it grew taller; if that was possible. "Besides it takes a small amount of sperm to fertilize an egg, if I do things right; from a hearty sample like yours I can manage to inseminate a.... It doesn't matter! But, if I pride myself on being the best in that field..... And since your semen is so prized by couples I froze it in the cryogenics sector to last indefinitely; obviously this will work if you have the right preservation spell on the samples-"

The young man with eyes as dark as coal grew tired of the healer's words.

"Shut up!" demanded DarkRock finally. "What in Merlin's name possessed you to use me to impregnate all those women?" he asked with his gaze on the human.

The healer looked at the war hero as if the war hero had grown a second head.

"Well, Furensō couldn't pass up an opportunity like that to help the Magical population grow back to acceptable numbers.... You know I would do whatever it took to try to find something to solve the infertility problems plaguing our world and as I told you before; all the couples chose you when they found out you were the donor; remember you're a hero, so you're highly desired by witches all over Magical Britain. Besides, if their own husbands couldn't do the job, who better than you..." assured Sallow with a serious and unrepentant expression.

The young man with eyes as dark as coal shuddered as he remembered how most of the witches looked at him like a piece of meat, but that was nothing compared to what he felt now.

"Just shut up, right there. damn you! What happens when all those boys or girls go to school and they're all related to each other? Dating can be a problem!" shouted DarkRock again with clenched fists.

The healer had an answer to that doubt from the huge mountain of muscle.

"Oh, it's not just English witches who come to me," Sallow announced proudly. "I've had clients as far away as Argentina, Russia, Indonesia, India, USA etc.; who came to me for help. Once word got out that I had proven success, the news spread like a rocket!" he exclaimed with a smile because he had solved the infertility problem.

Our beloved protagonist shuddered at the word 'rocket' because he remembered when Sallow told him that his continuous streams of sperm looked like a rocket engine.

"You're crazy," DarkRock mumbled to him. "Absolutely crazy," he growled through gritted teeth.

Sallow looked pained before his former star donor's words.

"Maybe I am a crazy man, Furensō.... But I helped many women fulfill their biggest dream of wanting a baby and thanks to your generous contributions this was possible. Besides, now your hero status is quadrupled with this great help from you."

DarkRock began to tremble with anger at the healer's words, but a deep breath, in and out, slightly controlled the temper of our beloved protagonist. "Here's what's going to happen," he told Sallow firmly. "You're going to destroy whatever token of mine you have left."

Sallow formed a grimace somewhere between nervous and frightened due to the fact that he couldn't comply with that because he used the last vial of Furensō's abundant donations yesterday.

"But..."

"No buts. And then you're going to give me the records of all the witches who have had my sons and daughters."

Sallow shook his head at the war hero's words.

"Oh. No, no. I can't do that. Confidentiality issues, and all that."

DarkRock paused. He was pretty sure that most of the witches dealt with here wouldn't want him barging into their happy lives. However, that presupposed that all the children were happy, too. And he knew firsthand that wasn't always the case.

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you. I'm going to contact Mrs. Isabella Edevane in the Ministry's Child Welfare Department. You will give her the names of all the women you have helped with my sperm. She will watch them all and make sure the children are healthy and happy where they are."

Sallow began to sweat at the command the huge mountain of muscle was giving him.

"I'm not sure that's very ethical, F-Furensō," the healer stammered, but DarkRock wasn't about to accept it.

"I'm also not sure it was ethical of you to use my sperm like that to make your show so popular," he retorted angrily. "I'm not asking to violate your privacy. I only ask to take care of the children. In return, I will not take you to the Wizengamot for misrepresenting what you intended to do with my generous contributions. And I can guarantee that, if the Prophet finds out about this, they will crucify us both!"

Sallow immediately caved in to the threat of being dragged into the public spotlight. While he firmly believed in his research and the good he was doing, he knew full well that most of his clients would not have children rather than expose their problems for all to see.

Reluctantly, he allowed his former donor to follow him into the procedure room where he performed his life-changing work, but suddenly pulled out his wand and performed a quick spell on the broad muscular back of our beloved protagonist that rendered him completely immobile.

"Sorry, Furensō," Sallow apologized as he stepped in front of a certain petrified young man. "But, I can't let you destroy the dreams of thousands of women around the world who wish for a baby from you.... Besides, I want to conduct an experiment on what would happen if I used your sperm on Muggle women who also wish to have children," he said with a strange smile on his lips.

The young man with tousled black spiky hair panicked as he realized he couldn't move any part of his body, but what really frightened him the most were the healer's words and tone.

"Imperius..." whispered Sallow the Unforgivable Curse to put the victim under absolute control.

The coal-dark eyes of a certain young man became more docile as a yellow light penetrated his head.

"Well... Now, Furensō. I order you to come every other day to donate your Super Sperm to St. Mungo's," Sallow ordered with a firm and serious tone.

The healer tried not to smile broadly as DarkRock nodded his head without complaint.

"You can start now," Sallow said with a neutral tone; as he handed him an empty specimen bottle.

The young man with tousled black spiky hair grabbed the 4.06 oz sample bottle and retreated to the healer's office bathroom where he took a while to do as he was instructed.

"Excellent, Furensō!" exclaimed Sallow very happily as the huge stud turned around and went into the bathroom to do his thing. "At this rate I'll spread the war hero seed all over the world," said he with a big, somewhat devilish grin.

After a few minutes, a certain coal-dark-eyed young man appeared with a certain specimen jar filled almost to overflowing with his potent seed.

"Great, Furensō!", Sallow loudly congratulated the huge stud as he grabbed the warm sample vial. "Now you can go," he said as he placed the sample vial with the Super Sperm of a certain man in the cryogenics sector... he already had many plans for this first fresh donation in three years.

And so, our beloved protagonist came every other day to St. Mungo's robotically to make an abundant donation that would surely be used without any control in Artificial Insemination by women who requested the Super Sperm of the war hero, where he brought hundreds or maybe even thousands of babies into the world.