The verdict is in: you're giving birth, man

The first story I came across from BlazeOnMars was her 'Unexpected Additions'. This was what prompted the whole hermaprodite comment chain before it was subsequently deleted. This story is a follow-up to Blaze's (currently) ongoing larger fic, 'Nexus of Love and History'. Let us see what this 'asexual, aromatic, bigender' law student has to offer for her prologue magnum opus. From the Author's Note:

Although I'm AFAB, I've never been pregnant, so all of this is coming from resources online. And though I know it should probably be a woman as the midwife, I wanted a character who will already be in the bigger fic (I borrowed Gaspar from Assassin's Creed Rebellion and tweaked him to my tastes so). We're just going to pretend that some modern pregnancy shit is available since two-thirds of the population can get pregnant in this 'verse, so medicine for pregnancy and delivery is more advanced, 'kay? Thanks.

Having 75% of your population being able to breed will cause a Malthusian trap. There is a reason why it's a 50-50 split in our world - and it's less when you consider the eugenic/dysgenic ratio (25:75 eugenic vs dysgenic). There would be no need for any sex binary, and it should be mentioned to Blaze that there is a reason why females of any species will get pregnant and not the males: as women are more 'genetically complete', and gametes are fixed, accumulative mutations are generally absent. We're also talking about the 1400's, where women who gave birth young often died. Now imagine a man having an ass baby.

 I actually go into a lot of detail about how ABO came to be and why it could work within the Assassin's Creed universe but that's also in the larger fic. If anyone wants to know, you can always hit me up on Tumblr (BlazeOnMars there too) and I can ramble for you.

In short, so this bigender fuck can have representation, and how Isu technology can give men female reproductive organs. I should mention none of her responses (now deleted) to actual criticism of her idea ever actually explained her theories. She was just a bitchy college student throwing a tantrum. So much for 'I welcome constructive criticism'.

"Your kid keeps playing on my bladder," Desmond gripes. He feels tired beyond belief with it being well before dawn, and achy and sore and absolutely swollen. On one hand, he's actively enjoyed being pregnant for the most part; on the other, now that everything is catching up to him, he's very ready to be done, even if he is afraid of what giving birth will be like. He hurries to pee, and then hurries just as quickly back to bed, all but collapsing onto his side. 

Blaze has no desire to be pregnant, yet if this is any form of wish fulfillment, she'd actually love to have kids but she hates those fucking white males so she won't be breeding with them anytime soon. She compromises by having a man have a vagina - because uh, transmen are men? - even though on her own tumblr she cannot even decide if women can have vaginas or are the only ones who get pregnant, given her hatred for TERFs and the common mantra of 'transwomen are women.'

So, how to explain this? Make Desmond get pregnant, because he's literally a hermaphrodite but Blaze hates that term so away with your comments.

Desmond almost moans at the thought of Ezio working his powerful hands into the knots forming in his lower back, and then does moan as Ezio reads him perfectly, setting his fingertips to the tense, overworked muscles supporting their child in Desmond's gravid body and beginning to work them gently. "Oh! Oh fuck," Desmond whines, and the baby must be able to tell its papa is nearby because he feels it roll over inside him and he braces himself for what's inevitably coming.

 At this point, I would suggest investing in a coat hanger. It's amusing how these people are normally pro-choice, until an Omega has to get pregnant. Then, they must keep the baby. This fetus does backflips when he knows Daddy #1 is going to give Daddy #2 a cock massage.

Desmond rolls his eyes because Ezio is the most involved alpha Monteriggioni has ever seen and knows perfectly well that they're thirty-eight weeks past his last heat and he could go into labor at any time. 

He wasn't involved with his bastard children, so he's automatically involved with Desmond's freak of nature baby because...well, because a family is a family. Unless they're illegitimate. They can die in cages, right, Blaze?

It feels like no time at all before Desmond has to climb to his feet, yet again, though morning is well on its way across the horizon when he does. He's just finishing his business when there's a knock at the door. "Come in!" Desmond calls, straightening the massive, loose shirt and harem pants, all he can wear when the only other options would be robes or a dress.

I wonder if Blaze is aware men and women during this time period wore floor-length nightshirts. He wouldn't be constricted to 'dresses', and I don't know why Blaze brought it up if not to satisfy her cross-dressing/transgender fetish.

 "The baby seems as excited to meet Ezio as he is to meet the baby, because I got kicked no less than five times last night. I'm almost ready to induce myself, just to be done!"

I had to re-read this a few times to get over the mental flips my brain was doing. "Meet the baby because the baby is excited to meet the baby."

Given that she'd gone through four of her own pregnancies, Desmond doesn't feel slighted when Maria laughs again, taking an egg from the plate Desmond can't look at, as well as ham from another dish. "Petruccio was much the same, though it wasn't Giovanni or I he responded to but Federico and Ezio. He aimed for my pelvis and I felt certain I was going to break in two by the time he was born," Maria recollects fondly, though her voice is laced with the ever-present grief that she can never hide, talking about her lost mate and sons

The Omegaverse dictates, and as Blaze has written herself, that 75% of the population can breed. This means women and 25% of men, and that of course assumes all 50% of those women are at peak breeding capacity - which we know in the real world isn't so. Omegas are overwhelmingly male, who can get pregnant from whatever hermaphroditic organs they posses. Whether anal sex or some crude form of vaginal sex takes place is up to the prerogative of the author. In Blaze's case, she can't adequately construct or explain this narrative of why women are needed if men can breed, or how men developed the organs and spinal plates necessary to have children. The biological explanations are 'Just So', and Blaze isn't in the mood to adequately explain it despite her saying so.

Maria isn't convinced, but she returns to her meal, and the conversation makes its way to the improvements Ezio is working on around Monteriggioni, which he is out overseeing now, knowing the birth of his child will limit his effectiveness as condottiero. His mate's dedication to their town makes Desmond love him all the more and he revels in how lucky he feels as he starts double checking Monteriggioni's ledgers.

Ezio has had plenty of bastard children before, many of whom escaped his notice entirely. Why should he care all of a sudden over this one? Well, because importance is attached to it: Desmond is his breeder, and it is imperative this particular baby be given precedence over all else. Of course, Ezio does have Maria and Claudia to assist with the child-rearing if he so chose, but Blaze doesn't consider that. Her pregnancy fetish, like those of egg-in-the-ass Desmond author Assassin_J, comes first.

It doesn't take long for the contraction to subside but he already knows: he's in labor. He'd probably been in labor since the night before. 

I don't recall reading that his water broke, just that he needed to urinate frequently. I don't think Blaze read too closely into those midwife journals.

If Desmond had known Maria had told Beduino—one of the boys learning the upkeep of the villa under the architect Ezio had paid to see the house renovated—to spread the news that the condottiero's mate was going to give birth soon, he would have combusted in embarrassment. As it is, the boy sprints through the town, shouting, "The baby's coming! The baby's coming!" 

There's nothing like alerting your enemies which may be hiding in the fort your future kid is coming out. However, given that Omegas in this universe are as vibrant as strobe lights in a nightclub, no one should be surprised. I'm still trying to get over this AFAB (assigned female at birth) college student is trying to sell me the idea that men can get pregnant in an era where most women died in pregnancy.

It wasn't like they really needed to: neither Desmond, nor Ezio, were particularly religious, but they encouraged the populace of Monteriggioni to follow whatever religion they wanted to, and so the people pray. 

You'll probably want to book an appointment with Lucifer, because this shit is fucking weird, man.

 Desmond is in labor. Their baby will be born soon! The smile that alights on his lips could split the ocean, and Ezio turns to the architect and the priest, "We will have to speak of this more later, I must go to my mate." 

I would also like to point out that in this universe, Omegas cannot cheat or be promiscuous. The baby must 100% belong to the Alpha who breeds them. There are no Maury Povich cases where the baby is shown not to be theirs, and unfortunately, we have no amazing backflips when the Alpha finds out he is not the father.

Ezio finds Desmond in the room unerringly, and the joy that surges inside him as he sees his mate is beyond powerful, overwhelming and all-consuming. It feels like what Ezio imagines being in the center of the sun might be like.

So...it feels like 27,000,000 C? I get the use of metaphors or literary language, but sometimes it's just too literal not to point it out. If Desmond is all tightly packed helium and nitrogen atoms working with the power of nuclear fusion, he shouldn't be called Omega. He'd be Big Dick Energy Alpha. Literally.

The sound of his name on Desmond's lips is an aphrodisiac, and Ezio takes another kiss from him, just because he can.

Careful, you'll scare the fetus.

"What—oh, holy shit, do that again—" and Ezio takes pride in how Desmond loses his question when the alpha draws his mouth over his matemark and sucks hard at it. It is the only help Ezio can offer at the moment, and he dreads the uselessness that will come when Desmond is thoroughly taken by labor. He tries not to think too much about it, distracting himself from his worried thoughts—as much as he is distracting Desmond—by drowning himself in Desmond's skin. 

Desmond, as an Omega, is already useless. He has zero choice in who he sleeps with, nor does he have any reproductive rights. He is forever at the mercy of his alpha. I really do have to thank these authors for crafting such a perfect example of why sex slavery is wrong, and they do it without even realizing it.

It must be mentioned that Desmond is, for all purposes, a man who has a woman's parts, and is relegated to the purpose of childbearing. Now, Blaze, isn't that what feminists fought against? Oh, I forgot, you wish to punch them...but not if they're transwomen. 

 Ezio always feels breathless when he sees his mate like this, so willing, and goes to his knees and slides the omega's loose pants free of him. His erection is only half hard, pain keeping him from true pleasure, but Ezio has learned more about Desmond's body these last months than he ever knew about any but his own and he bypasses Desmond's cock for his entrance.

This is happening while Desmond is in labour. When the baby is ready to come out. Yet Blaze is going to have these two fuck while Desmond is in labour pains.

Yes, my dear, tell me how this dynamic works.

The normally tight rim is already well slick and a little loose, and Ezio slides two fingers in gently, feeling Desmond flutter around them as the muscles react. Above him, Desmond moans, "I'd actually be impressed if you could get me off right now; I kinda don't think you can..."

"Well, that certainly sounds like a challenge," Ezio says, kissing Desmond's hip to punctuate the statement, "but even if I cannot, I want to make you feel good. Let me try?"

Now, it is true clitoral stimulation can assist with pregnancy as lubrication will help the baby pass easier. But I'm not sure whether Ezio is fingering Desmond's mangina or his anus.

And Ezio puts himself and his collected knowledge of Desmond's likes—firm pressure against his rim on the inward press, a gentle glide of fingertips over that sensitive place in his insides coming out—to work. He spends what feels like an eternity there between Desmond's parted legs, kissing everywhere he can reach, massaging Desmond's now hard length, and then when Desmond is moaning and writhing with pleasure but still not quite at his peak, Ezio brings out his ace. 

I assume this is definitely anal fingering/prostate simulation, as it's pretty fucking stupid to have full on sex while in labour. However, Blaze clearly wants these sexy times so whatever.

By the way, pretty sure writing his 'insides coming out' isn't sexy, even when you tried to write it like that, Blaze.

"Oh dearest, the way you look, the way you feel," the alpha murmurs, twisting his fingers inside Desmond's entrance with his words. "Absolute perfection. It is as though the very gods made you for me, made you to enjoy every touch I can offer. You are a gift, my dear, and I adore you, you must know how much." His omega chokes out a cry and Ezio smirks and picks up his fervency, letting his voice go rough and hot, pressing more firmly against the sweet spot inside his mate. 

Sex dialogue will make or break a scene. When it is over-the-top, ridiculous, or keeps going on and on as if it were a full monologue, it will bore me to tears. The 'you feel as if the gods made you for me' is a complete cliché. In this instance, it is literal, as Omegas truly are made for someone else's pleasure, never their own. They are baby makers and no more. They cannot break the boundary or the 'binary', as Blaze, the bigender aromantic asexual, stresses society should do.

"Were it not for our babe, anxious to be born, I would guide you up onto the bed and take you, perfect as you are." Ezio stops speaking only to kiss and lick the head of Desmond's cock, taking his time to enjoy the bitter seed beading there—Desmond is close, and Ezio pulls away to whisper his devotion to the swell of his lover's stomach. "Everything about you, my love, is perfect and I am always in awe that you choose to spend your life with me, always ever so grateful. Would that I could let you linger in our bed without a care in the world, ready and wanting and—"

If you were the logical sort, you'd be there comforting your baby maker ready to give birth, not having a sex session. If Desmond is in that sort of pain any sexual stimuli would go right out the window. Blaze doesn't understand much about female anatomy despite being one: women who suffer from things like endometriosis or severe cramps during menstruation or after menstruation don't even want to walk, let alone masturbate or have sex. Endometriosis can also cause infertility, and it can be painful for women during sex.

Now, imagine that pain x100 during labour, and tell me if the woman wants sex.

Desmond throws his head back as he comes, a rippling wave from head to toe, whining high in his throat. Ezio eases him through the orgasm, one hand milking his cock dry, the other flexing and rolling with his body until the man collapses limp on the bed, gleaming with a glow of sweat. "Holy fuck," Desmond whimpers, panting, and shudders again when Ezio eases his fingers from the omega's gripping channel. 

Never heard an anus described as a 'gripping channel' before. And for God's sake, can we stop with the 'milking cock' description? I always think of this mental image:

Ezio is aching in his hose and he opens the lacing enough to wrap his hand, wet with Desmond's spend, around his cock and stroke himself off gracelessly, racing for completion with pleasure sparking in his spine. There is little that gets him off quicker than seeing how his praise takes Desmond over the edge and it is  a bare handful of pulls at the head of his length before he spills himself, his seed mingling with Desmond's, his low moan muffled against his omega's hip and long, slim fingers carding through his hair.

I forgot how I usually keep a tally of how many times 'pleasure' is used with the 'Drink' prompt. But I think the copious amounts of semen work just as well. I am also reminded of this:

It is an inordinate pleasure for Ezio to help Desmond back into his loose pants, though the omega folds his shirt instead of wear it. After, Ezio gives himself a quick wash before he does up his hose and Desmond helps him straighten his doublet. And before Ezio goes to open the door, before he allows the rest of the world back in, he takes Desmond into his arms again, holding him as close as he can and breathing in his bright, sharp scent.

Nothing like spraying some Febreeze after cleaning up your come job, know what I'm saying?

Ezio reaches out and catches one of Desmond's trembling hands in his own, bringing it to his lips so he can press kisses to Desmond's knuckles and up his wrist to the veins that show under his skin. "All is well, my love," he murmurs, soft and gentle, drawing Desmond to stand directly in front of him, and he meets Desmond's amber eyes firmly. "We are here for you. You think last night, then?" 

Note: Ezio never asked this when he was giving Desmond his anal fingering or a handjob. No, 'oh hey honey, how're your contractions?' It was 'Oh hey, let's fuck, because were it not for our baby I'd fuck you here and nice.'

"You're going to be tired of looking after me by the time this kid is born," Desmond says, turning his face into the mattress, and his tone is wrong for something that should be bringing them joy. It reminds Ezio of how often Desmond downplayed his concerns while they were hunting Templars and something inside Ezio starts to ache.

Hmm, let's see:

- Ezio's ass baby's birth was announced to everyone in Monteriggioni.
- Ezio preferred to finger Desmond's ass rather than be by his side during the contractions.
- Is only concerned about the birth now, while expressing zero concern about its conception.

Yeah, we're going full retard.

Ezio presses his lips to Desmond's hairline desperately. "A boy, Desmond!" he whispers. "We have a son!" Desmond's head lolls to the side and Ezio can see the faint smile gracing his mouth. "I am—I am in awe, my darling!"

I'm certainly fucking not.

Ezio can barely breath as he smooths his hands up and down Desmond's spine soothingly, listening to the heartbreaking sounds of his mate whimpering with pain, one of the babies still screaming in the background. "You have done so well, dearest," Ezio murmurs, "my strong, amazing lover, treasure of my life, we have been blessed with twins." 

The cutesy dialogue is going to kill me faster than this cancer, God forbid.

Seeing him up close, seeing him squirm in his swaddling, seeing the tuft of dark hair on his head, Ezio is struck by the realization that this is his child. This is a tiny, perfect human being that he and Desmond created, this is their legacy, and Ezio knows, with the same sort of certainty that he knows he would die for Desmond, he would die for his children—would kill without pause, without regret. There is a space growing in their bond, a space that he knows instinctively will be filled by the sense of their children, and Ezio feels like his heart grows to accommodate the love for these new lives, even as his love for Desmond grows more intense. 

This is your daily reminder Blaze is a person who doesn't want women to be valued on their giving birth, yet legitimizes Desmond's only purpose in life by giving birth. She projects her own desires of sex and childbirth onto a fictional character. I know in real life, she would call a man like Ezio a 'disgusting white male' and a rapist, and it may be for the best - no, it is for the best - she will not breed. Lord knows we don't need more dysgenic twats in this world.

With a nod, Desmond reaches out and takes the other baby carefully, making cautious, deliberate movements until he has the baby girl situated, though it takes a few times before she latches onto his other nipple and also begins to nurse. Reclined as he is, and both babies suckling, the omega gently eases his hand away from Vittorio's back to stroke the baby girl over her own tuft of dark hair, nearly identical to her brother's. Ezio makes sure Vittorio stays in place by leaving his hand on the boy's back, feeling each suck and swallow.

This is another daily reminder Blaze is a person who gets offended at the fact that women are the ones who gestate and lactate, and that Desmond, a man, wouldn't be able to even if he had a chromosomal disorder. Going by the 'true hermaprodite' status, he can birth his own children and nurse them. But Blaze doesn't like that term - she'd rather have biological 'Omega' males getting pregnant and nurse their young even though she expresses zero desire to have children and hates how women are constrained by their reproductive value.

Idiocy, thy name is law student.

If you wanted a story which describes the mundane and common act of childbirth which you can watch in the show 'One Born Every Minute', this would be it; albeit, change the sex of the one getting pregnant to a dude only valued for his reproductive status and you have a major SNAFU.

Blaze wrote in her Author's Note and on her tumblr she would go in-depth with this concept. When asked about whether Desmond was a true hermaprodite, possessing both sets of reproductive organs or legitimately being a true third sex, she flipped her shit and deleted all comments. Truth be told, I don't think she (coupled with the A/B/O fandom in general) puts much thought into it. If 75% of your population can breed in a binary mammalian population, you are going to have a swarm of social and population problems. Your 'females' would vastly outpopulate the males and in turn you'd have the equivalent of a polygamous society on steroids and PCP. You only need 1 male for 100 females, and if male Omegas can give birth...well. If it's inherited (and there was a post on this I'll discuss in the future), it definitely would contribute to a system of caste where the 'Omega' AKA the female is prevented from having any mate choice.

That, my friend, is dysgenic. Mate choice is eugenic as it ensures only the fittest genes are passed on. Today, we have genetic screening and abortion to make this easier, but in the non-human kingdom this is done even among plants. Not to mention the social aspect of it: you have 2/3rds of your society in abject subjugation to the 1%. How will that end up in the end? Do Alphas really possess the best traits?

Well no, not really, because people like Blaze don't really believe in 'alpha males'. Alpha males in the A/B/O universe are always the large, hunky, attractive men who get the weaker, submissive Omegas. They would otherwise be typical heterosexual (albeit extremely abusive) relationships were it not for the murky male sex of the Omega (especially if mpreg is involved). Alphas claim their territory, and even if they possess the worst genes possible, the Omega cannot refuse.

Even female ducks evolved with twisting uteruses to avoid being impregnated via rape. What's the excuse her? Oh well, it's just wish fulfillment and a fetish from a woman who is bigender, aromantic and asexual, despite writing romance and sex and who thinks women (and by extension dudes with literal vaginas) exist to breed.

How does that wine go down the gullet? Tastes pretty bitter, doesn't it? Sex slavery and caste systems are wrong...unless aromantic asexuals write it.