merryfortune

Kinktober 2022
Day 12: Tickling | Forced Fem | Pregnancy

Title: Testing Wives’ Tales

Ship: Lieutenantshipping | Aso/Genome/Kyoko

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: E

Word Count: N/A

Warnings: None

   The threesome had been, admittedly, inadvisable. 

   It was the perfect cocktail of things going too right that they didn’t see the little issues here and there. Like that the condoms had expired or that Kyoko hadn’t been on her birth control for several days due to being in her Dark Ignis-induced coma. Stuff like that. But good things, too.

   They were alive and that felt so good. Their job was finished and that felt so good, too. After ten years of trying to erase their sin, they were now free of it, for better or for worse, after ten years of being under Dr. Kogami’s rule, they had freedom. They had a future that wasn’t much better than it was yesterday but at the same time, felt entirely different. With all that building up as a joyful pressure, it was no wonder that some kind of firework went off.

   They all needed to celebrate and one sip of wine too many led to underwear coming off. It felt like a callback to their heyday, just before the Incident had taken place, of wild college misadventures that made them feel young. It's a shame they weren’t young because the consequences for the young felt so much less real to them these days. 

   In hindsight, the night was more or less a blur with Kyoko having copped the worst of it, passed between her co-workers Aso and Genome again and again. Not even just with bruises and hickeys, creaks in her back, and the most dried come on her skin but because she was the one who got pregnant from one another. 

   Despite having been somewhat drunk, they’d still been somewhat responsible. That was until Aso found the cardboard carton of condoms and saw they were months out of date and that when Kyoko had discretely as she could, botched the topic with Ryoken and found out that her care plan had not involved keeping up her birth control. With that, the cat was out of the bag.

   Even though Kyoko was still very much tiny in term, both regarding how she looked and what stage the foetus - the zygote, really - was inside of her. So, they talked about it. Somewhere between as a team and as a family and they did it at the kitchen dining table, of all places. There was a lot to consider, a lot of good arguments for terminating it but there was a sliver of a good argument to keep it and so, it was kept.

   After all, what better way to symbolise a new leaf turned over than to have a baby? What an awful thing to thrust on a not fully formed human but it was a route that suited them. Besides, the three of them had done okay in helping to raise Ryoken and Spectre, right?

   Right.

   And so, it was decided that the baby would be kept, that afterwards, Kyoko would have her tubes tied, and that the father was to be determined from in-utero as soon as it could happen. 

   At that point in time, it was revealed through a test that the father was Aso and not Genome, which was a relief for all parties. No offence to Genome, not that he would take any as he had little desire for paternity. He didn’t want to be the biological father, just look at his face and then look at Kyoko’s, surely their genetics would not mesh in an aesthetically pleasing way. Aso, however, it seemed there would be more fortune there.

   But it was a surprise for Aso, however. He thought he was past his prime and shooting blanks. That’s what he gets for assuming, however. 

   In the very same test, they also discovered the sex of their child. It was a boy. Yay. Aside from getting into some very heated discussions about what to name the apparently male baby, that didn’t go very far.  They didn’t even pick a name after all that arguing, deciding to procrastinate that and that must have been an omen of things to come as well as their child didn’t really seem to want to be born either. 

   Yes, after many, agonising months of being pregnant, Kyoko was now overdue.

   And she hated it.

   But Genome had a fabulous idea.

   Sex was meant to be a good antidote to overdue blues. As a last resort and so, they tried out a few other wives’ tales. As scientists, of course, not desperate parents. Kyoko tried exercise on those bouncy yoga balls and she tried meditation but it was all going nowhere. Even after a few meals of the spiciest food that Spectre could make doing nothing for her, it was worth a try. 

  And as it was Genome’s idea, it was Genome’s honour, too.

   Yes, that was mostly him being a cad who wanted his dick wet, even if it was from a woman who was very much pregnant and very much not pregnant with his child but it also came from a hidden good intention. If they got lucky, then Kyoko’s water would break and then it was time for the actual father of her child to kick into hyper paternalistic mode and help guide them both through the birthing process. Something Genome was very much not interested in. He liked the baby making process but not the baby birthing and stuff like that. 

   Seeing as how it wasn’t a weirder shot than any of their other experiments in wives’ tales, Kyoko allowed it and so, spread her legs again to Genome. For the first time in a little over nine months, even. And all whilst Aso watched with an eager eye, both to masturbate and to fulfil the pre-agreed upon duties of getting Kyoko to somewhere more sanitary than their bedroom for her to give birth to. However, he had his doubts about the validity of the claim and hypothesis but only time would tell.

   Thus, with nothing left to lose, or so Kyoko felt, she opened her legs and let Genome clamber up on top of her. He had no sense of space or awareness, making Kyoko cringe and twinge as he moved way too much, rocking her and her rock-solid belly to her immediate displeasure. In just a few mere seconds, Kyoko became entirely convinced that this was going to achieve absolutely nothing of value.

   Aso and Genome were not so sure. Already Aso had his hand on his dick, starting to jerk off as Genome aligned himself to Kyoko’s cunt. It was hidden somewhat by the large protrusion of her pregnant stomach but Genome managed. He considered himself nothing if not wily or perhaps weaselly.

   Kyoko sucked in a breath and then muttered something on the exhale. She could hardly feel Genome’s dick inside of her - and was fairly certain he was still limp. She was sitting up on the bed, laden in thick, fluffy doona covers and had some pillows stacked behind her. None of the nesting was going to be sufficient as she let Genome play with her pussy.

   Of which, there was very little sensation but every so often, Kyoko felt her breath hitch. She had Genome atop of her, as best as he could be on top of her, and was holding her hands as he frotted on her. Occasionally, Kyoko felt the length of his cock graze her but for the most part, she was too full and stiff with her and Aso’s child to really enjoy but the idea of sex turned her on. Even if the idea was what she was getting off to more so than the motion itself but the motions were, indeed, going through.

  As Aso could verify. He fervently watched as Genome thrust in and out of Kyoko. He was entirely fixated on how Kyoko’s cunt accommodated Genome, in what ways it was different to that of his own sex with her and the like. Though they had fooled around as a trio before many times, Aso still got a thrill from that comparison and analysis. It turned him on, flushed his cheeks red as he stayed very still at the sidelines.

   Aso watched with bated breath, even, as Genome himself inched closer to his climax from ‘fucking’ Kyoko. He was practically slobbering atop of Kyoko as they strategically did not make eye contact throughout. Nothing more intimate than eye contact, or a kiss. They just wanted the barest bones of sex but it was somehow working for how mechanical it was.

   Flashes of the night which had conceived the baby came to mind here and there. Most of it misremembered but it seemed - felt, was - a lot more passionate than this. Even with Aso so religiously whacking away to the side. The memories of that night were fleeting like the taste of liquor as a swallowed shot. But they shared themselves fairly amongst them in combined trysts and experiments and Genome groaned to himself.

   He sounded like a goat. It was an awful, throaty noise which signalled that he was coming and Kyoko sighed. She did, somehow, feel him come inside of her and when she glanced to Aso, she did smirk and it did feel good to tilt Aso like this. 

   That moment, however, was anything but fleeting in their memories and Aso looked up from his masturbation. He smiled gingerly at Kyoko whilst she was cummed in by Genome. He swallowed a lump in his throat and before he could sputter out anything romantic or meaningful, Genome pulled himself off Kyoko.

   “So how’s that?” he asked.

   “Nothing, nope, nothing.” Kyoko replied, vaguely irritable as she tried to get out of bed, Aso fussed by her side and she groaned suddenly.

   Her brows knitted together. Kyoko groaned again as she shifted her legs slightly and felt her stomach plummet. There was more than just cum dribbling down her legs, she could feel it. She just knew from the horrible, groggy sensation which left wetness in its wake, so different to that of semen. She made an expression like she had bitten into a lemon.

   “My water’s broken.” she said and with those three words, both men went in completely different directions of noise and chaos. 

   She, meanwhile, tried to make herself decent. Her bra and jacket were around here somewhere but she couldn’t see with all the howling going on around her. She, at the very least, was going to successfully have a baby. Father and non-father notwithstanding.