Misadventures
Misadventures
By Rowyin Darkwulf
All characters © Author
"All right, it's about time," a feminine voice echoed down the long, dark halls. The ruins had long been buried in the mountains, days away from most villages, filled with slimes and dire rats. The skunktaur held her torch higher as she surveyed the room before her. It was the last room she found. All the others were empty, trapped, or inhabited by hostile monsters, but this last one was why she was here. Across the large room sat a large chest, so big the skunktaur was sure she'd be able to fit in it herself. But first, she needed to check for traps. She pulled out her sword, testing each floor tile to make sure it wasn't trapped as she moved closer and closer to the chest. She stepped up to the raised dais the chest sat upon, an extremely satisfied grin on her face as she sheathed her sword.
"Dianna...today we show them all what a great adventurer we can be..." she commented to herself as she reached for the lid of the chest, visions of gold and jewels dancing through her head. Her fingers slowly lifted the lid of the chest, her eyes catching the glint of something shiny inside the box. As the lid opened fully a small click emanated from the chest, and before the skunktaur realized what it was from she felt the floor underneath her give way, her heavy body quickly following the rules of gravity. She attempted to grab onto the ledge of the hole, but the damp stone only made her grip falter. She let out a scream as she fell, her mind racing over what possibly lay at the bottom of this hole...spikes? A solid floor covered in bones? She didn't want to think, although faced with her own mortality she reflected on her short life.
She didn't have time to react as she finally hit the bottom of the pit, a giant splash echoing around the walls as she was suddenly submerged in water. She was glad she knew how to swim as she paddled her way back to the surface of the water. It was too dark for her to see where she was, her torch having gone out when it hit the water. She tried to swim around to find a wall or shallow water, but the echoes of her splashes told her that she was as much in a small cavern as she was in a room. She swam until she felt ground under her paws, soft, sandy ground which she finally stood up on as she walked up onto this sandy underground beach, wet and miserable. She didn't see any way to get out of here, and her heart sank as she reflected over the lost treasure.
Her rump dropped to the sand as she sat with a pout on her face. What would she tell the others? How was she going to get out of this pit in the first place? She sighed and stood, her forelegs searching the ground for anything she might use to light her path. Her paw found some rather dry wood, and with a bit of flint and a patch of cloth torn from her shirt she had a torch going. The area around her was small. Across the pool of water she could see the wall of the pit, some 20-30 feet across the water. She turned and looked at the opposite wall, and lightened: there was a cave that led deeper, possibly leading out of this pit. She began to move towards it when she heard the sound of the water moving. She wheeled around, trying to find the source of the sound...perhaps someone had followed her through the ruins, only to fall victim to the same trap she had?
She waited several minutes, calling out but receiving no response. The skunktaur shrugged and turned back towards the cave, only to stop as she felt something wrap around her rear legs. She turned her head to look back at what her rear paws were caught in, only to have the blood drain from her face. Several tentacles had slid out of the water, two of which were wrapping tightly around her rear legs. She yelped and tried her best to tug free, several more tentacles slithering out of the dark water. She continued to struggle as her hand reached for her sword, only to find an empty scabbard! She cursed loudly, even as the approaching tendrils began to wrap around her forelegs. She was really starting to panic, the slimy tentacles being much stronger than they looked. Another yelp echoed through the pit as she felt even more tentacles begin to stroke over her exposed rump, a single tentacle wrapping around her soaked tail and tugging at it painfully.
Her voice squeaked as she realized what the tentacles were about to do: the ones around her hind legs were spreading them out even as she fought to close them, exposing her mound and her tailhole. She fought more frantically now, trying to kick the tentacles off of her body. She felt the tentacles snake up her taur back and move towards her upper torso, roughly taking her arms and restraining them behind her back. She gritted her teeth as she felt a pair snake up her shirt and under her leather chest-piece. The tendrils pushed out against her tight armor, quickly ripping the catches and removing the garments, letting her four large breasts bounce out in front of her. Unlike most of her species, she was blessed (or as she saw it, cursed) with the ability to grow multiple breasts, having four full breasts on her chest, and eight nipples along the underside of her taur belly, which would eventually develop into breasts as well once she had her first litter of kits. The tentacles caressing her chest wormed their way around the four furry orbs, constricting around them and squeezing until her nipples were rock hard.
Dianna let out a strangled moan due to the ministrations of her chest and the sudden stimulation of her sex. The tentacles stroking over her rump seemed to be taking their time, examining her anatomy before they began to probe both her tailhole and sex. She began to struggle anew. While she was no virgin, she had never taken anything into her backdoor. She didn't have the strength to stop them though, as the slimy tentacle began to press against her tight anal ring. She tried to tighten her tailhole, but was caught off guard as a thick tentacle suddenly thrust its way into her muff, spreading her nether lips around its girth as it penetrated her. This lapse in defense gave the tentacle at her tailhole the proper time to shove itself inside, causing her to yelp as it stretched her virgin hole wide around its thickness. She was somewhat glad they came with their own lube...there was no way she would have been able to take that dry.
She began to pant and moan unwillingly as the appendages thrust deep into her body. She could feel the one in her rump pushing deeper and deeper into her bowels, as the one in her sex finally reached the back of her birth canal. She didn't think it would be able to go any farther, but she found herself to be wrong as she felt the member press against her cervix, trying to gain access to her womb. It wiggled back and forth, slowly breaking open the last barrier blocking its way. Dianna whined loudly, the mix of pleasure and pain assaulting her brain. She felt the tentacles around her breasts squeeze again, one of the heads brushing its slime over her hard nipple.
Her body was betraying her, her sex leaking her natural lubrication down her rear thighs as the tentacle in her womb explored the spacious organ. She squealed as it began to push up the canal to her second womb, the one inside her upper torso. Another curious part of her anatomy was her twin wombs, which was unique to her alone as far as she knew. The tentacle probed its way into her upper womb, finally pressing against the very back, which seemed to halt its movement. She sat in anticipation for several minutes, until she felt the head of the tentacle open up, much like a flower bud. She could feel the one in her bowels following suit, stretching her out more than she though she could take. She grunted loudly, her toes flexing, claws digging into the sand because of the pain of having her insides stretched out.
The tentacles inside her began to flex and wiggle, their movements confusing the skunktaur. She didn't know what they were up to, until she turned her head and looked at the water's edge. There were several bulges making their way from the water down the tentacles embedded inside her womb and tailhole, a sense of dread falling over her like a veil as they approached. She did her best to try and dislodge the tentacles from her body, but her resulting struggles were futile, the bulges inside of them drawing nearer. She cried out once more, looking away as she felt the first bulge press against her. It was pressing hard against her anal ring, stretching it even further as the softball-sized bulge forced its way into her.
Her breathing came in short pants as the bulge was forced into her tailhole, the next one beginning to press into her sex. The passage of that bulge was much more enjoyable than the one squeezed into her bowels. It snaked its way through the tentacle, stretching her inner tunnels, making its way to the tip of the member. A heavy orb was forced out of the tip of the tentacle, coming to rest in her womb. She felt another begin to press into her tailhole, its passage much easier after the first. She moaned as her sex was stretched once again, another large bulge forcing its way into her. As the next bulge forced its way into her tailhole her body reached its peak, vibrating as she came hard over the tentacles. Her mind went into overdrive, her vision almost blacking out as the bulges were squeezed into her womb and bowels.
Dianna lost count of how many heavy bulges were forced into her body, her bellies distended out before her. She looked as if she could have been carrying twins in her forebelly, which felt as if it might pop from the pressure inside of her. Perhaps it was this reason that the tentacle in her forewomb pulled back into her lower one and started to fill it. She assumed the thing that owned the tentacles assaulting her was filling her with its eggs, which on their own were quite large. Her bowels felt completely stuffed, which was probably why the tentacle inside her tailhole had stopped its movements. She grunted loudly, her lower belly pressing down further and further. The tight sphere pressed out against her hind legs, causing them to spread apart in the sand. She began to feel her hide tightening as it reached its limits, but before it reached that point she felt the tentacle freeze.
She tiredly turned her head back towards the water. The bulges had stopped completely. She waited a few moments before she felt the tentacles inside her close up once again, causing her to sigh in relief. They slowly removed themselves from her sex and tailhole, unwrapping her legs and chest and allowing her to pull away from them as they retreated to the water. She did her best to get away from the water, picking up her dropped torch and slowly escaping into the cave. She couldn't run; her belly was too large to allow that, and she walked with almost a waddling gait as her belly pressed against her rear legs. She moved as fast as she could, just in case the owner of the tentacles decided to return and add to her already stuffed body. She gasped as she noticed light coming from the tunnel ahead, her heart lifting at the prospect of escaping that hell hole.
She eventually emerged into the forest surrounding the mountain in which the ruins were. She still had a long walk ahead of her, almost two days till the next town, but she thought she'd be able to make it. She made her way out to the dirt trail that led up and down the mountain. She waddled her way onto the road, sighing softly at the long road ahead of herself, especially with her slowed pace due to her bloating.
The sun was setting by the time she set off to the side to rest, panting heavily. Her lower lungs were too crowded by her womb to be of much use, and the weight was killing her paws. She moved off the trail and out of sight, afraid she might be spotted by passersby. There was an opening in the trees and undergrowth in which there was enough space for her to make a small camp. It wasn't cold enough for her to need a fire, so she slowly lowered herself down onto the ground, then rolled onto her side, the bulge of her belly pressing out as she put pressure on the opposite side. She sighed and ran her hands over her four sore breasts. They had increased in girth as well over the several hours after the thing had its way with her, making her think she was actually pregnant with that thing's offspring. She pressed her hand against one of her top breasts, which actually began to leak a white liquid.
"Oh great...that thing knocked me up good..." she said with a sigh, brushing the leaking milk from her engorged nipple. She curled her tail around and pressed it against her swollen belly, her middle-paws pressing against the taut sphere. She groaned as her paws tried to press inwards, only to find it didn't give at all. She had seen pregnant taurs before and had felt their bellies, which gave somewhat under her paws. She lay out flat, letting her fatigue take her away, only to have her dreams fill with images of getting filled much more than she could take. She felt a pulsing pain in her lower belly, strong enough to wake her from her slumber.
It was almost dawn, her eyes blinking and adjusting to the lack of light as the pain continued to radiate over her bloated belly. She rolled onto her back and moaned loudly in pain, feeling her inner muscles squeeze down on her womb and bowels. She could feel the heavy orbs moving along inside her as her hard contractions continued. Her breathing came in short pants, her eyes clenching shut as her muscles tried to squeeze the heavy orbs out from inside her. Her lower legs spread as she felt one of the orbs began to spread apart her tailhole once again, spreading it around the large sphere. She grunted loudly, bearing her muscles down and trying to push the orb out.
She felt it slowly inch its way out, and then finally popping out of the tight ring of muscle and rolling across the ground as she moved her tail. It was a hard-shelled egg, tinted blue and slightly smaller than her head. She grunted again as an egg began to crown in her sex, her nether lips spreading slowly around the coming egg. She pushed hard, grunting as the egg slid from her sex to join the other. The next egg to crown was one from her tailhole, causing her to cry out softly as her tailhole stretched around the huge egg. Things continued to alternate between tailhole and sex as the laying continued, slowly adding to the growing number of eggs piling near her long tail. She was panting heavily, both her fore and lower wombs appearing less bloated as she laid, her upper womb slowly transferring eggs into her lower womb.
She had lost track of the number of eggs she pushed out, but her bowels felt a lot less bloated, and soon the contractions from her bowels stopped outright. She was starting to have a harder time pushing the eggs out of her, her womb muscles sore after the hour or so of laying the eggs. The eggs popped out of her one by one, her bellies lowering until finally she was able to see over them. The contractions soon stopped as her bellies finally returned to their former sizes. She flopped back onto her back, too sore to move as unconsciousness finally took her.
She woke up to darkness, the stars and moon visible through the break in the trees. Both of her midsections were still sore, but not nearly as bas as they were when she was laying. She arched her upper body up, looking down between her legs at the pile of eggs. There were some fifty huge eggs she had laid, her birth juices still drying on their surfaces. Her eyes fell on her chest and lower belly. Her upper four breasts had grown considerably, looking and feeling like large medicine balls. Along her taur underside her lower breasts seemed to be developing, all four pairs of them currently looking like large grapefruits. She moaned in frustration; they were soon to join her upper four in producing milk, and with nothing to suckle them they would become a pain for traveling. She sighed and slowly stood up. She'd have to get back onto the road if she were to make it back to town as quickly as she could. This whole mess turned out to be one bad misadventure for the poor skunktaur.
The End