Author's notes:

As always: (1) I don't care what the devs say, Alisaie is absolutely not 16. By 6.0, she'd be about 23. (2) In a world where no one is explicitly gay or trans, that means anyone can be. Therefore, Alisaie and G'raha are T4T. (3) My WoL is a non-binary viera.

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POST 7.0 - AFTER DEFEATING BLACK CAT IN THE ARCADION

Black Cat's expression was a mix of resentment and consternation as she watched me sign the paperwork agreeing to the next match and hand it back to Metem. "Wonderful! I'll let you know when the match is scheduled," the Millala said, waving over his shoulder as he left. "Pleasure doing business with you, Master Merouc."

"Unbelievable," Black Cat muttered as soon as he was gone. "I can't believe he didn't warn you."

I turned back toward her and arched an eyebrow at her. "Warn me?"

Unaccountably, Black Cat blushed. "Well. It's just. Everyone from Solution Nine would already know this, but. Since you're not from here..."

I crossed my arms impatiently. "Spit it out. Do I need to get those forms back from Metem?"

"No! I mean." Black Cat held up her hands and took a deep breath. "It's just. You'll want to arrange to have one of your mates attend the match. And if not, well... you've already got lots of fans, and I could. If you like. Make some introductions?"

I stared blankly at Black Cat for several long, extremely awkward moments. "I swear I'm not trying to be obtuse," I finally said. "I just... I'm not following your meaning."

The Hhetsarro fighter's ears flattened as she turned an even brighter shade of pink. "Honey's feral soul is a bee."

I blinked. Was this one of those situations where my demisexuality was making me inconveniently immune to subtext? "And?"

"She. Uh. Uses pheremones."

My own cheeks flushed hotly as comprehension finally dawned. "Ah. I see." I thought back to the similar situation I'd encountered fighting Lakshmi, after which I had sourced a recipe for pheremone-negating potions. "I'll be sure to take the appropriate precautions. Thank you for your consideration."

Black Cat looked relieved. "Honey makes Metem a lot of money, so everyone is just used to dealing with the inevitable consequences. I don't think anyone was trying to screw you over. It's just easy to forget that it wouldn't be obvious to outsiders."

"I understand."

"Tell your guest to check in with admissions, and you'll both be provided with a private room after the match. That is, assuming Honey doesn't. You know. Kill you."

I didn't bother to correct Black Cat's assumption that I'd need to rut after my match with Honey - the conversation was already uncomfortable enough. "She's welcome to try. She won't succeed."

Black Cat grinned. "You'd better kick her ass," she said cheerfully, extending a hand. "I only want to get beaten by the best."

"You've got it." I grinned back and shook her hand. "She won't know what hit her."

I called Ojika as I left to request the ingredients for the pheromone potion be delivered to my rooms, then called Alisaie, figuring better safe than sorry.

"Savvel! How bad did you demolish your opponent?"

"She gave me a nice workout."

Alisaie snorted. "Nice to hear it wasn't a complete waste of your time. I can't say I understand why the savior of the whole bloody star finds it necessary to smack around some two-bit regional arena fighters."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Now, now. Be nice. Raubahn came as one of those 'two-bit fighters'."

"I suppose."

"Anyway, I called to ask if you wanted to come to the next match?"

"Of course! What kind of a question is that? I always love watching you thrash people."

"Great. So apparently..."

- - -

I'll admit I enjoyed watching the smug look on Honey's face turn to panic when the first hit of pheromones had no effect. Almost as much as she must have enjoyed the look of panic on my face when she unexpectedly hit me with a second blast halfway through the match. The potion mitigated most of it, but my pants still started to feel far too tight.

Pushing all thoughts of physical discomfort out of my mind, I snarled and lunged forward, making Honey squeak in alarm as she barely fluttered out of the way. I'd gotten worse when I'd fought Lakshmi, and Honey was no primal. Besides, it wasn't likely she'd have the energy to hit with a third blast.

...she hit me with a third blast. Right as one of the simulated champions and I tag-teamed her, knocking her out cold. A couple of seconds later, the simulacra vanished, leaving me on my own.

I buttoned my Red Mage's coat and tried not to look as uncomfortable as I felt while Metem pronounced me the winner.

- - -

Metem took me out a different way than I'd come in, escorting me to a doorway in what looked to be a dormitory for resident champions. "Take as long as you need," he murmured, not making eye contact as he trundled off.

I was sweating and my cock felt as if it were being strangled by my pants, but I couldn't face the prospect of going in like this. Not yet. With a groan, I banged my head against the wall and linkpearled Alisaie.

"Savvel? What's going on? Where are you? They showed me to this room and said you'd be joining me, and then they just... vanished."

"I need you to promise not to laugh at me," I said, concentrating on the cold metal of the wall against my forehead in an attempt to focus on something besides my increasing state of sexual frustration. It didn't work.

"Okay..."

"I'm serious," I snapped, picturing the bemused face that I knew would have gone with that tone.

"Alright! I promise."

I activated the door and slunk in, finding Alisaie standing in the middle of a small room with a very large bed, a tiny bathroom, and nothing else. And I did not pounce on her - much as she would have enjoyed that - because I was determined to prove that I could maintain some dignity , dammit, no matter the ridiculous circumstances that had gotten me here. "I wanted to show them that they don't need to use souls to be strong," I said stiffly.

(That's not all that's...) Woodenly.

We'll show her some...

Dammit all , even my inner monologue was betraying me.

With a start, I realized Alisaie had been watching me with a confused expression on her face. "Okay," she said, obviously not for the first time.

"I don't like the idea of a bunch of traumatized kids huffing someone's grandma so they can beat the shit out of each other longer and make the sponsors a few more gil."

Alisaie choked back a laugh. "Sorry. Your phrasing was really funny, there."

I smiled despite myself. "I was trying to make you laugh," I admitted. "But here's the part that's not funny." I unbuttoned my coat and tossed it on the floor before gesturing miserably at my erection. "After what happened with Lakshmi, I had potions that I thought would be strong enough, but... Insect pheromones are apparently a lot more potent."

Alisaie's eyes widened. "Oh dear." Understanding dawned on her face, and to my immense relief she didn't seem to find the situation funny at all. "Well. This is definitely one of the weirder ways I've been asked to assist with one of your crusades, but weaning the surviving Alexandrians from their soul addiction is an admirable goal. So! Let's see what we're working with."

I groaned with relief and shoved both pants and drawers down past my hips, too impatient to bother with the fastenings. My cock was painfully erect by this point and dripping pre. "I'm so hard it hurts," I whimpered.

"It's not painful if I touch it, is it?" Alisaie asked, licking tentatively at the head of my cock.

I moaned loudly and fisted my hands at my sides to keep myself from grabbing her head. "N-no."

"Good. Get the rest of those clothes off, and get on the bed."

- - -

I was so hypersensitive that Alisaie sucked me for all of a minute before swallowing down my first orgasm, which didn't even make a dent in the blood-fever that gripped me. She kept going until I came again, which took enough of the edge off that my erection was no longer painful, but didn't do anything to alleviate the raw need screaming through every nerve ending.

I threw an arm over my eyes and moaned with despair. "If these are breeding pheromones, then..."

"Blowjobs might not be enough," Alisaie finished. When I opened my eyes, she was eyeing me speculatively, and I could tell she was trying to decide if she was up for bottoming when I was in this state.

I shook my head. "I can't promise not to be rough. I'm literally on a mind-altering substance, remember?"

"Fair," Alisaie sighed as she rolled onto her side and reached for her earring. "G'raha? Don't panic, because Savvel is going to be fine. But they're having an emergency and you're needed in Solution Nine right away.

"Mmhmm. The Arcadion.

"Tell them you're here for Savvel. Please hurry."

The entire exchange took less than a minute, and yet I was almost crawling out of my skin again. "I'm so sorry, but it's starting to hurt again."

Alisaie's blue eyes flashed with anger. "I'm going to tear strips off of whoever thought it was okay to let you go into this blind."

She definitely wasn't wrong. "And I'll help, but I can't do that if my dick explodes."

"Right. Sorry."

As if the entire situation wasn't mortifying enough, the door whooshed open right as I came for a third time, allowing my shouting to echo around the corridor. G'raha froze in the doorway, eyes wide with confusion, and only entered when Alisaie waved him over. (Thankfully, the door closed itself behind him.)

"This is the emergency?"

I hid my face with my hands and would have curled into a ball if a significant portion of Alisaie's weight hadn't already been on my legs. "Don't laugh," I pleaded.

Alisaie spoke, her voice rippling with anger and disbelief. "Savvel got a super dose of insect pheromones, and blowjobs are only providing temporary relief. I've already made them come three times, and yet..." She trailed off, presumably gesturing at my dick, which remained hard enough to drive nails.

"Well then." I almost cried with relief when I recognized G'raha's Thinking About A Very Serious Problem Voice. "If they were breeding pheromones, then I'm not surprised."

"Black Cat did offer to set me up with some female groupies," I mumbled, wishing the void would just claim me then and there and end my suffering. "Apparently all of the other arena fighters are just used to dealing with it. And when Alisaie showed up, I guess everyone thought it was. You know. Handled."

I finally summoned the nerve to peek at G'raha, and couldn't help but melt a little when I saw his shoulders stiffen with resolve. "I'm glad you called me, then. It's not safe to leave you like this. Give me..." G'raha's tail lashed as he did some rapid mental calculations. "Twenty minutes to be. Ah. Less male."

"G'raha, no ," I yelped, horrified at the idea of reducing his gender - both our genders to the biological imperative of reproduction. "You don't have to..."

"I know," he interrupted forcefully. "But you have trouble with people you don't care about--"

"But--"

"--and I'm a consenting adult. So shut up and let Alisaie take care of you while I prepare some things."

- - -

I held out as long as I could before getting Alisaie to blow me for a fourth time. She used every trick in the book to make it last as long as she could, but I was on a hair trigger - refractory period be damned - and was starting to get uncomfortable again by the time the door opened. A leggy Hhetsarro readhead walked in, who I only belatedly recognized as G'raha .

"Holy hells , Raha," I breathed, levering myself up on my elbows, my erection momentarily forgotten.

G'raha's unbraided hair hung loose over his shoulders, a stark contrast to the black corset, which had been cinched enough to give him a more feminine shape, and a pair of very skimpy black drawers. That on its own would have been sexy as hell, but someone had also given him makeup - a fairly simple face, but expertly contoured to soften his masculine features. It was an astonishing transformation, considering how little time he'd taken.

Alisaie looked as stunned as I felt. " Fuck , Raha. You look... incredible."

G'raha blushed adorably. "I couldn't do anything about these," he said, gesturing to his ears and tail. "So..." I couldn't take my eyes off him as he padded over and stretched out on the bed next to me, then gently pulled my face toward his neck. "Come here and smell this."

I inhaled cautiously, smelling perfume and... something else. Something I couldn't identify, but which eased the pain in my cock slightly. "Gods," I groaned, driving my face into the crook of his neck. "What is that?"

He cleared his throat. "Scent from one of your female viera... admirers."

A hot, sickly wave of shame washed over me. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't seem to make myself let go of G'raha. Entirely contrary to my will, my body seemed to move on its own as I pulled myself tightly against him, wanting to feel his skin on every inch of my body. "That's... incredibly humiliating."

G'raha made a sympathetic noise and shifted so that I could wrap my leg around one of his. "I understand how you feel, but let me at least assure you that her consent was extremely and unambiguously enthusiastic."

I whimpered and rutted my erection against his leg. "That's nice, but it doesn't stop me from hating every second of this."

"Your reaction confirms some things for me, so..." G'raha stroked my hair soothingly. "I know this is a fraught subject for you, but. You're going to have to get me pregnant."

My cock felt as if it had been hit by lightning. I grit my teeth and squirmed with discomfort at the intense rush of arousal his statement provoked, even though breeding had always been a hard line for me in our bedroom play, and spent the next several moments wrestling down the urge to tear G'raha's drawers off and start fucking him that instant.

I was a human , not some rutting beast! I hadn't let my own people reduce me to a biological imperative, and I'd be damned if I let some two-bit arena "champion" take that from me after I'd beaten her.

"You're a man!" I wailed. "And a Mi'quote!"

"That doesn't invalidate my gender - men can and do get pregnant. I could get pregnant with another Mi'quote."

It seemed very important to win this argument, but it was hard to argue with a nearly-naked G'raha even when my cock wasn't stealing all the blood from my brain, and under the present circumstances... "I'm not--"

"It's my choice." G'raha forced my head up so that I could see his face, and my heart contracted at the love and worry I saw reflected in his eyes. "Savvel, I know you left home because you couldn't stand the thought of being a breeder. But breeding is what these pheromones are compelling you to do right now, and breeding with me is the best and safest way to get you through this. If you hate it, we don't ever have to do it again. But while it's happening... try to think of it as a safe way to explore something you've always been horrified by."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "That... makes a lot of sense," I grumbled reluctantly.

Alisaie startled me when she spoke up. "Should I go? I mean, I'd happily stay because... fuck , you two are so hot right now. But... should I go?"

I blushed hotly and was faintly amazed that I had enough blood left anywhere else in my body to do so. "You don't have to leave. It's common for viera women who are in season to. Uh. Share the males when they come around."

Alisaie was trying very hard not to smile, and not quite succeeding. "So if I cheer you two on and talk up how much I want you to put a baby in me next..."

I whined with pain as my discomfort ratched up several notches. "Yes. Please. That. Can we get to the fucking now, please?"

G'raha grimaced and started removing his drawers. "Up against the headboard. You'll be able to smell me better if I ride you while you're sitting up."

I shimmied backward and propped a pillow behind my back as I got into position. I was dimly aware of Alisaie shedding her own clothing, but couldn't take my eyes off of G'raha as he crawled up the bed, straddled me, and ground against my cock.

I humiliated myself by pushing my face into his neck and coming from that alone.

It did, at least, do a better job of relieving my discomfort than Alisaie's mouth, but... "I need to come inside you, Raha," I pleaded.

"My apologies. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting you to be quite that sensitive." G'raha swiped his hand through the spend on my chest, used it to lubricate my cock, and sunk down onto me, taking my entire length at once.

I sobbed with relief and arched my back as he braced his hands on the headboard and started to ride me.

"That's it, love. Time to breed." He leaned forward so that his neck would be close to my face as he fucked me, and I just about died from how good he smelled. "I'm going to milk that cock of yours. Get you to fill me right up with cum, make me nice and pregnant."

I shuddered, horrified at hearing this kind of talk from G'raha, but I couldn't deny the wave of pleasure that hit me, or stop myself from bucking up to meet him.

"I think Savvel likes that," Alisaie cooed. "Keep going."

"That's it, love," G'raha said encouragingly. "You want to put a baby in me, don't you?"

I moaned and nodded frantically. My cock was steadily leaking into G'raha by this point, the juices of my arousal causing him to squelch softly as he rode me, making me feel as if I was indeed being milked.

"Think of Raha with your baby inside him, walking around with that cute little pregnant waddle," Alisaie added. "And what his belly would look like as he's bouncing on your cock."

I moaned even louder at the image, despite its deep emotional repugnance, as my orgasm loomed over me.

"That's it. Let go," Alisaie said in a low, husky voice. I could imagine her hand wrapped around her cock, but I couldn't let go of G'raha, could only cling to him helplessly and desperately drank in his scent as I tried not to die from sheer pleasure. "Shoot your seed nice and deep, and then you can breed me."

That did it.

I cried out, every muscle in my body spasming in pleasure as I spent inside G'raha, then collapsed limply against the headboard and desperately tried to catch my breath. This time, I felt the blessed sensation of my cock starting to soften, though the need was still there, lurking around the edges. "One more, I think," I panted, then winced. "But also... off . I'm starting to chafe."

G'raha kissed my forehead and pulled off of me, and Alisaie extended a hand to use some healing magic on my poor, abused member.

There were tears running down my face that I couldn't stop. "I hate that I like this so much," I whined. "I know you said it's okay, but it feels so wrong."

G'raha shushed me and pet my hair. "It's okay, love. It's all pretend, and we don't ever have to do this again once you're done."

" Good ," I replied fervently.

Alisaie looked up at me as she let the flow of magic stop. "Feel better?"

I looked down at my cock (which was starting to stiffen again from the residual tingling of healing energies now that the pain was gone) and sighed gustily. "I don't feel like I'm losing my mind anymore, but I definitely need one more. And I think me fucking Raha this time will help the most."

Alisaie moved aside to give us more space before she resumed stroking her own fully-hard cock. "Any objection to letting me finish in your mouth when they're done, Raha? If I can be patient that long, that is."

G'raha smiled at Alisaie as he lay back and spread his legs. "Of course not."

" Gods , Raha, I don't deserve you." I covered him and pressed my cock back into him with a groan. And it was good, it was always good, but... "Damn. I'm pretty overstimulated." I whined in frustration as I tried to find an angle that wasn't so sensitive. "I need to come, but it's going to be. Uh. Difficult." I corrected myself at the last second to cut off Alisaie's inevitable pun.

"It's okay, love. We'll get you there," G'raha murmured gently as he pulled my face back toward his neck. I inhaled deeply, and that helped, but not as much as what Alisaie said next.

"You won't be able to fuck Raha in that position for long once he's pregnant, you know. Too much pressure on his stomach."

I groaned with pleasure as the friction of G'raha's hole against my cock became markedly less painful. "Yes. More," I gasped.

"Raha might not want to keep the tits, but mine will get nice and big when you put a baby in me too."

"You'll have to fuck us on all fours," G'raha said quickly, continuing the scenario.

"Or have us ride your cock."

"Think of how good Alisaie's big, pregnant tits will look while she's bouncing on your dick."

It didn't make any sense, I knew it didn't make any fucking sense, but my cock didn't care. Something about the mental image of an impossibly-pregnant Alisaie bouncing on my cock with milk-heavy breasts drove me crazy. It seemed to drive G'raha crazy too - he started moaning as Alisaie went on to describe the things I could do to her swollen body, and I could tell that G'raha would come if we changed position.

I pulled out of G'raha abruptly and flipped him over. "I want you to come," I panted, tugging urgently on his hips.

Thankfully, he knew what I wanted and was eager to oblige. He scrambled onto all fours, plunged two fingers into himself, then started stroking his dick as I fucked back into him.

My brain was pudding by that point, and I would have said just about anything. Still, I definitely wasn't expecting to hear myself ask, "w-will our kids call you Daddy?"

G'raha moaned and thrust back against me. "Yes. But I can't be a Daddy if you don't get me pregnant, so hurry up and put that baby in me."

"Come for me, then, and make me believe you want it!"

G'raha moaned loudly and threw his head back as he lost the rhythm of our movement, and a moment later he cried out and clenched around me. I shouted loud enough that they probably heard it on the First, buried my cock to the hilt inside him, and spent what felt like a river of cum. As soon as Raha subsided, I went limp and flopped onto my back, panting as if I'd just run a marathon.

G'raha flopped onto his stomach beside me. "A moment," he gasped. He took half a minute to catch his breath, then flipped onto his back and opened his mouth.

Alisaie groaned and immediately started fucking his face. At any other time, the sight of her small, perfect breasts jiggling as she thrust into G'raha's lewdly sucking mouth would have been impossibly enticing. But while I felt emotionally moved by the frustration she had endured to help me, my cock felt as if it might never stir again.

Thank the Gods.

Alisaie thrust about a dozen times, then made G'raha take her up to the root as she came down his throat. "Fuck," she groaned. "I'm sorry to benefit from your suffering, Savvel, but that was so fucking hot."

I whimpered, and G'raha had to prevent me from curling into a ball by octopusing himself around me. "I never. Want to do that. Again."

- - -

I slept until the next day and woke up to tea and a nice breakfast. "It's for a good cause," Alisaie said, cutting off my grumpiness. "And your next opponent is a big, dumb bully who uses a bomb for his feral soul, so no worries about a repeat of all this."

"Thank the Gods," I muttered, tearing into the feast laid out in front of me.

There was silence for a minute as we enjoyed our meal. Then Alisaie cleared her throat. "What if... what if I fought her? Honey," she added, when we didn't immediately take her meaning.

G'raha (who was back in his masculine attire, to my immense relief) raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

Alisaie smiled. "You can find a nice Elezen to sit on your face during my fight so you smell right while I'm fucking you, and I won't be in such a bad state because this time we'll know how to handle it."

G'raha took a sip of tea as he considered. "I'd want to skip the drag. Fucking in a corset isn't something I'd like to do again." I put my head in my hands, and grit my teeth to keep from apologizing (which I had been forbidden to do). When I had mastered myself, G'raha was watching me with a sympathetic expression.

"I understand why you hate it, Savvel. But we're different people, with different experiences. I never had the same issues with breeding that you did because I left home, and then I transitioned, and I pass well enough to call myself a Tia. And it's not something I'd want to do regularly, or with anyone other than the two of you, but... It was fun." G'raha smiled and gave me a mischievous wink. "And I look forward to doing it with Alisaie, because I think she'll be much filthier."

"You know it," Alisaie quipped. "And, drag or no drag - either way is just as hot for me."

"Then sure. Sounds fun." G'raha twinkled at Alisaie, then turned his gaze back on me. "Should we count you out?"

My lovers gave me space to think as I searched my feelings. The idea of a frantically desperate Alisaie did sound very appealing, but the idea of engaging with more breeding play made me uncomfortable. "I'd like to watch, but not participate, I think. It sounds hot, I just... don't want to engage with it."

"Great." Alisiae gave me a too-innocent smile before looking back at G'raha. "I'll start mixing up a big batch of baby batter." She cackled when I gagged and G'raha choked on a mouthful of tea.

I glared at Alisaie and waved a finger at her impotently. "I take it back. That was repugnant, and if you say anything like that around me before the fight, I'll have Metem ban you from the arena. And he'll do it, because he needs to keep me happy!"

Alisaie just waggled her eyebrows at me. "Understood."

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End Notes:

Hat tip to whoever on Tumblr made the joke about huffing grandma - I couldn't find the post again to credit them.

Alisaie's last line is something I read while researching this fic and will haunt me until I fucking die.