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You quickly take Pocahontas to the resort with the rest of the harem in tow. The dark elves inside the resort are shocked when a group of nearly thirty people suddenly storm in the lobby. They nearly faint when they see one of theme is the famed disciple of the Matriarch, holding her clearly pregnant stomach and breathing hard. You rent a room and shortly after get Pocahontas lying in bed. What you don’t see is the receptionist magically contacting the tribe shortly after you leave.

Once you make it to the room, Cinderella takes over and kicks most of the girls out. Only the former mothers Aurora and Merida are allowed to stay. Medusa, of course, has also had many children. However, after asking when the egg is coming, you decided it is best if she isn’t involved.

“Ahhh, it hurts!” You cry out, “Stop pinching me so hard!”

Although Pocahontas is having the baby, she is holding your hand and every time she has a contraction she ends up pinching you. Naturally, you’re tough enough to not be truly hurt, but there is a glint of pleasure in Pocahontas’ eye whenever she causes you pain. What you’ve heard about the dark elves so far has convinced you that she must be a sadist at heart. Oh well, you act like you’re in pain and it helps relieve Pocahontas’ anxiety. The things you do for your women.

“It’s coming.” Cinderella nods assertively after pulling her finger out and snapping off her gloves.

The two mothers who are acting as nurse’s aids give a nod.

“I hope this one is a bit smaller than our daughters.” Aurora sighs while Merida nods in agreement.

You let out a cough, remembering that Anna and Elsa were sixteen year old girls the day they were born. Suddenly, you become very curious exactly how that worked. Two sixteen year old girls coming out between each of their legs! Frankly, you struggle to grasp that logic!

“Uh… about that… as to Anna and Elsa…” You find yourself asking

Aurora snorts. “They were 9 pound babies! Ariel was only 7 pounds!”

“Please, pounds? Much of the audience is on the metric system!”

“Oh, um… Ariel was 3.2 kg, and Anna and Elsa were 4.0!”

“Ah, ah, ah, now for the Spanish readers.”

“Anna y Elsa pesan 4 kilogramos.”

“Gracias.”

“The point being…” Aurora gives an annoyed look at your attempt to be more inclusive. “They only grew after they came out. It would have been impossible to birth them at full size!”

“Oh… I knew that.” You blush, looking away.

“Besides, they already destroyed our vaginas enough as it is.”

“Wh-what? Destroyed?”

Aurora nods sadly. “Of course, the baby coming through naturally causes tearing in most cases. My pussy has never felt the same since I had my baby.”

“B-but, I healed you!” You declare.

Merida shrugs. “Even so, the damage goes beyond simple healing. I can’t hold my bladder as long. It… doesn’t look the same. Once Pocahontas pushes out something the size of a bowling ball, naturally there will be changes.”

“…”

“Look at it this way, Hero-san, when you used us earlier as pussy canons, it was my pussy that gave out the quickest. Oh… in my youth, I could have squirted for hours like my daughter, but now that I had babies, the plumbing just doesn’t work like it used to.”

Pocahontas pats you reassuringly. “It’s okay, Benefactor, even though my pussy will be broken, you can still have what is left.”

“This doesn’t even get into the horrors of labor that darling missed last time.” Cinderella adds. “It’s very bloody and load. Merida even pooped a little during her labor.”

“Wh-why would you tell him that?” Merida cries out.

“And the baby comes out covered in blood and mucus. The vagina bleeds from the tearing. It’s quite messy. The babies look like dried up prunes, their faces all crunched up and ugly. They don’t get that cute baby face until at least a month.”

“Cinderella, dear, you may want to stop talking, hero-san is looking like he’s about the pass out.” Aurora tries to give you an encouraging look.

You stare blankly for a moment. Well… that’s enough of that.

“Oh, look, the baby has come!” You hold up your beautiful baby girl with dark skin and two little elf ears.

“Wh-what?” All the girls spin to Pocahontas, whose stomach is now flat again.

“Ah, well, I decided to speed the boring parts along, so now the baby is out and that’s the end of that.”

Pocohontas, who was previously in the middle of labor pains, suddenly feels right as rain. She pokes her stomach a few times, her lips pursed in a slightly displeased manner.

“I-isn’t this a little anticlimactic?” Merida asks wryly.

“What is Merida talking about?” You laugh, only sounding slightly hysterical. “This is our baby. She’s a beautiful baby. No blood and gunk at all!”

“Also, no umbilical cord?” Aurora asks.

“I cut it.”

“Uh… Okay, but where is-”

“I cut it.”

“…”

Merida looks down at the baby. “Does this look like one of those three month old babies bad plays use that automatically comes out dry and in a blanket?”

“You’re imagining things.” You shrug. “This is my little baby girl, Colette.”

The girls all sigh, giving up as the possibly long lasting labor is instantly resolved with magic. Considering you were distracted and weren’t able to see the baby coming out last time, this is fine with you.

“Perhaps, give them over to a nurse to inspect?” Cinderella offers.

“Ah, of course.” You hand her over to a dark elf nurse nearby.

With the baby free from your hands, you relax a bit and sit next to the bed, grabbing Pocahontas’s hand.

“I hope you’re not mad I took away your thunder.” You smile wryly.

Pocahontas shrugs. “It is fine. If my body is not too stressed it only means you can make more babies with me immediately.”

“More? Right now?”

“Of course, we must repopulate the entire dark elf race. This is the first baby in fifty years, it will be treasured by my tribe.”

“Ah, okay… but she’s going to grow up in Riun with us, right?” You ask cautiously.

Pocahontas seemed to hesitate for a second, but when she looked into your worried eyes she relaxed and nodded. “Of course, my benefactor. Once I speak to the Matriarch, perhaps we can move the whole tribe to Riun.”

“Good, that would be the best.” You nod, happy that there is no conflict.

“Actually, before we make the next one, may I see the baby now? I would like to hold it.” Pocahontas asks gently.

“Of course, I handed it to the dark elf nurse-“

You look around the room, finding a complete lack of dark elves besides Pocahontas. The nurse is mysteriously absent, and so is the baby!

“I was wondering this as well.” Cinderella spoke into the ensuing silence. “When did we get a darkelf nurse in the room?”

You stand up. “Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me.”

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“My man can’t even satisfy me anymore.” The darkelf sighs.

“Hah? You still complaining about that? Don’t you know all men have small dicks and barely can satisfy? The Matriarch says that it is because men are so weak and pathetic that they became that way,” her companion responds.

“Still, I wear the strapon and fuck his ass… and he acts like he doesn’t even like being pegged!”

“Hmmm… have you tried using a whip on him?”

“A whip… nipple clamps, I even did what the Matriarch suggested and stepped on his balls. He cried in a corner and then ran to his male friend’s house. I think my man is broken.”

The other woman nods thoughtfully. “This may be true. My man always gets hard when I stick it in his butt. His little pecker is so cute, sticking out an inch like it wants something. Sometimes, I flick it with a ruler. Once while we were going at it… he even leaked some white stuff.”

“White stuff? Are you sure he didn’t have an infection?”

The woman shrugs. “I don’t know, I made him eat it all and clean the mess with his tongue. Maybe it’s because of that white stuff comes out that he can’t get me pregnant!”

“Possibly… but then again, how many pregnant women have there been? If we dark elves didn’t have extremely long lives, we’d be extinct by now. There hasn’t been a new baby in 50 years! Do you think… maybe… the Matriarch has something wrong…” The darkelf suggests quietly.

“Blasphemy! Sister, make sure the rest don’t hear this talk. Our Matriarch is a hero. Before she came, female dark elves were captured by humans and demons and used as sex slaves while the men did nothing but fight back to their deaths! She managed to trade back and recover all of our women, not that the men ever did anything to help but die in battle a sell themselves for tedious lives working in mines! I say, good riddance. What do men ever do but die for our freedom/life? A man gives his life in service to you and suddenly thinks you owe him respect and courtesy? As if!”

“That’s what I’m saying, isn’t the men fighting to save women sort of… I don’t know… heroic?”

“No! It’s just because male lives are useless and expendable! Matriarch says they used to use that excuse to oppress women. so now, they can fight in battles and do all the heavy lifting and hard work and get nothing in return, as it should be! It’s all they’re good for anyway. Besides, after Matriarch’s policies went into effect, most human, demi-human, and demon men won’t even look a darkelf woman in the eyes. Clearly, the policy works. Men truly are learning their proper place.”

“I heard from some outsider women though, that men can actually use that small thing in the front and give the women pleasure?”

The darkelf looks over at her friend in disbelief and shakes her head. Every once in a while all darkelves start having these kinds of ‘what if’ thoughts. The truth is, other than the fact that there are no babies, the system works. Besides, the Matriarch has sent her best student, Pocahontas, away a year ago to solve this pregnancy problem. The darkelf has full confidence in the Matriarch as well as the one the Matriarch chose. She will return and fix their problem.

“It’s too small… and floppy.” The darkelf sighs, trying to stop her friend from thinking more blasphemous thoughts. “Just face it, even if there was a man out there who had a thing large enough, wouldn’t it hurt going in? Don’t you remember Nakoma? She decided to stick one of the stapons in her and she said it bled and hurt really bad!”

“Yeah… but then didn’t she start using it daily and having her husband wear it and peg her… but in the other hole that isn’t her ass?”

“Until Matriarch punished both of them,” the dark elf explains like she’s speaking to a child. “Now they wear those painful looking chastity belts with the teeth. Remember what she said, dildos are for male asses, one must never stick it in a ladies parts, that’s not what they’re there for.”

“What is it there for?”

“Haha, that’s where the baby comes out…” the darkelf shakes her head at the dumbness of some youth. “Just don’t keep taking this way unless you want have to wear leather gloves just to wipe.”

The other elf shivered, looking afraid for a moment. The darkelf gave a relieved breath, hoping that putting a little fear in her friend would keep her from asking too many questions. Asking questions was what dumb people did. A lot of the darkelf men had been asking questions lately, but that’s because men are dumb. The whippings naturally had to increase until the male unrest ended.

“What about our beach resort?’ The other darkelf gave one last attempt to argue. “It’s failing now. We’re guarding the dock for any travelers, but we haven’t had someone visit BDSM beach in ten years. The economy of the dark elf village is failing. I seem to remember men and women there, and the human women didn’t look down on or hit the human men.”

“Humans are weird.” The darkelf explains. “And besides, we’re just getting out of the resort trade. We have other manufactured goods the Matriach is starting to sell to help recover our economy.”

“Like what?”

“Surplus whips and chains.”

“Isn’t it weird that we have a surplus of those?”

The darkelf gave an aggravated sigh, finally having enough of her friend’s quandaries. “Look, you’re my friend, so I’ve entertained your conversation, but you mustn’t keep this up or you’ll end up worse off than the men! We do what we do because it works. Things aren’t going to change. We’re not going to stop beating and pegging men, and the birth rates aren’t going to recover, as assuredly as this beach resort is never going to see another outsider-“

Hooooooooonnnnnnnkkkkk….

A large blast of a horn immediately causes the two darkelves to turn out to sea in surprise. Through the rolling fog, a ship suddenly comes into view. It is an odd looking ship, mostly because it is moving despite not having any sails or oars. It seems to be pushed by magic. As it gets closer, the expression on the girls grew incredulous. The ship looks dilapidated. It looks like it has been through a war. It is covered in burns, stains, and various other damage.

“Th-that looks like the stuff my husband released I was telling you about.” The darkelf mutters in surprise.

The entire deck is covered in this congealed white gel. It is like the ship has run head first into a giant white slime, which proceeded to burst all over the deck. The ship pulls up, and a platform is put down. Almost immediately, non-darkelf women begin walking off the ship. Their conditions are dreadful. They stumble down like zombies, as if their legs don’t quite work right. Occasionally, one of them will spasm, grab between her legs, and let out a cute moan. Did she need to pee? The dark elves don’t understand.

The women each look distraught. Their skin is milky smooth, but their clothing is hard and wrinkled in strange positions. Their hair is stuck in strange positions like they had put on hair gel and forgot to comb. They have bags under their eyes, and they look completely haggard.

“Six hours… he did it for six hours. I thought I was going to die…” a red-headed flat-chested girl says tearfully.

A big-breasted woman that looks like her sister pats her head, not taking any liberties, clearly as distressed as her sister.

The first one to reach the bottom in front of the two dock guards was a demon woman with a spade tail.

“Bath… we need baths… not made out of milk or cum or anything white for that matter…”

The darkelves wordlessly point to the reception area of the resort, too stunned to answer these women. Are these refugees from some war? Wait, one girl is skipping off the ship laughing. As she passes a woman that looks to be her older sister, she squeezes her butt affectionately.

“Not now, Ariel, mother’s pussy is spent.” The older woman says this like a lover in bed who just isn’t in the mood, so casually that it is clear this isn’t the first time she has said these words.

“Ahhh…” Ariel looks disappointed, but then runs over and starts harassing a pale-skinned elf girl, who resists, but seems strangely into it.

“Lesbians?” the dark elf asks her friend, who shrugs in confusion.

“A pregnant woman!” The other dark elf points excitedly.

It would be considered a rude thing to do, but it is so rare to see pregnancy in the village, that even though this is a human, it got the dark elf excited. However, trailing behind her was a second pregnant woman, and this one caused both of their eyes to pop out and their mouths to drop. With her hand on her back, the dark-skinned pregnant woman slowly makes her way down, when she reaches the bottom, she gives a gentle smile to the other two women.

“Pocahontas reporting back. As you can see, I’ve succeeded.”

“Yeah, you have…” A man they didn’t notice before wraps an arm around her, holding Pocahontas affectionately before looking at the guards. “Hey, do you guys do ship detail? Eh… you’re going to need a lot of mops, in a strange twist, the deck is actually covered in semen, not to be confused with seamen. It’s going to need some thorough scrubbing.”

“A man dares to touch a woman without her permission and look us in the eyes?” The dark elf hisses, reaching for her whip.

“No!” Pocahontas holds out her hands, “It’s okay if he touches me. He found the way to impregnate me. He has taught me many things. He can solve our fertility problem. He’s even helped me continue along my pregnancy. He used my pussy as a canon for six hours. I would never think of this, but the continuous orgasms has succeeded in causing me to start contractions. There is much to discuss, but it’ll have to wait. My contractions are becoming regular.”

The two darkelves give confused looks as they look at the pair in disbelief.

“Yes, I totally did that to help you along in your pregnancy, wait, Eh?” The man suddenly hears what she says, “You mean you’re-“

Pocahontas nods with a smile. “The baby is coming.”

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