Erika Whitehoof - Chapter 15
#15 of Whitehoof
[Tauren] [Blood Elf] [Troll] [Goblin] [Zhevra] [Pregnancy] [Transformation] [Dream]
Whitehoof - Chapter 15
By biodaemon2
Erika's dreams were troubled. During the night her organ had softened and slipped out of Zulrea's spunk-coated pussy, letting the troll slide off the young tauren and come to rest against her side with a content smile on her face. After such a grueling march through the jungle and the happy sexual release of mating with Zulrea, Erika had quickly fallen into an exhausted sleep. Yet her dreams did not bring the comfort she had hoped for. Instead the tauren turned in her sleep as her mind was filled with disturbing images and sensations so acute Erika had to believe they were real. She mumbled a quiet moan of protest as the nightmares took hold.
Slowly the heavy fog around Erika began to lift away to reveal an expanse of gently sloping plains with lush green grass that carried off into the distance. It only took Erika a moment to realize where she was standing. "I'm... home?" Erika's question was filled with doubt and confusion as she looked around. The mighty Stonetalon Mountains rose up in the distance while a soft breeze carried the familiar scents of the ancestral tauren homelands to Erika's nose. Homesickness welled up within Erika as she was confronted with the vivid mental construction, her heart aching to return to her family and friends there.
"Welcome home, my love" a trio of tender voices called out from behind Erika, causing her to jump in surprise. Spinning around Erika was confronted with her travelling companions standing only a few paces behind her and looking at Erika with warm smiles on their faces. The shock of being finding them there with her was only compounded when she realized just what they were wearing. Or more accurately, what they were not wearing.
Each of Erika's companions was wearing nothing but the necklaces of beads and sacred feathers that denoted a bride that had just wed. They were traditional totems to the gods and spirits of fertility to help bless the new wife with a quick conception and a healthy pregnancy. Cyli took a step forward and spread her arms in an inviting manner, the long necklace nestled deep within her cleavage.
Cyli bowed slightly, a move emulated by Zulrea and Grisha behind her. "You look surprised, my dearest" Cyli asked with faint concern. "Are you not happy to be home again?" Erika opened her mouth a few times as she tried to find the right words, the compassion in Cyli's voice so alien to the tauren she was having trouble processing her words. "I... um... why are you all naked?" she finally managed to ask, desperate for some clarification on what exactly was going on.
"We are your wives, your lovers, your mates. This is what women wear when they wish to do their wifely duty and bear children for their beloved" Cyli answered as Zulrea and Grisha nodded happily. "Does our nakedness bother you, Erika dearest?" As she spoke Cyli gestured with her hands to her bare flesh with seemed to glow in the warm summer sun.
"I just... ah... w-what did you say about wives? And... children?" There was a growing sense of unease within Erika as she asked the question, the situation becoming more unsettling with every passing moment. The three women giggled at Erika's question and grinned warmly at the unsure tauren. As they stared at Erika she could see their eyes were filled with infatuation while the obsession in their gaze gradually took on a sinister undertone.
"Oh don't you remember? You married us all so that we could bear your young" Cyli explained as she slowly turned to the side to let Erika look at her in profile. To Erika's horror the night elf's smooth belly began to bulge outward, slowly expanding in size. Behind her the other women had likewise turned to the side to let Erika watch their developing pregnancies and growing stomachs.
Frozen in place, Erika found she couldn't even blink much less turn her head away. "Mmmm... yes..." Cyli moaned, her delicate fingers playing along her slowly inflating middle. "Look at how big we are getting for you Erika. We love you and your wonderful cock so much that we want nothing more than to give birth to your children forever!" Within moments the blood elf's inflated gut was too big for her to wrap her arms around, surpassing a normal nine-month pregnancy without slowing.
"No no nononono! This c-can't be happening" Erika stammered, her eyes locked on Cyli's bulging belly. Behind her the other women were likewise growing larger as they grew increasingly gravid. Zulrea cooed to her stomach while Grisha just looked at her frighteningly large midriff with a smug grin, pride at being able to survive carrying one of Erika's calves written on her face. When the growing finally stopped relief flooded Erika, her mind having been filled with horrific images of her companions bursting apart from the inside. The goblin Grisha looked grotesquely deformed with a belly nearly as big as she was as Zulrea continued to rub and brush her hands over her own ice-blue flesh.
However it was Cyli that kept Erika's attention: her stomach was a gigantic spherical mound of light flesh that left her looking dangerously over filled. "Look at what you have done to me Erika!" Cyli moaned as she writhed in orgasm, rivulets of her juices pouring down her toned legs. "You turned me into an immobile brood mare. I wonder just how many of your calves I am carrying inside me right now, my stud!"
"No, I... I didn't... that wasn't me!" Erika shouted in protest as she took a step back from the trio of pregnant women. "I didn't... I just want to cure myself, I don't want to do that to anyone!" The sky had begun to darken as the scene progressed, angry storm clouds forming over the horizon as Erika's fears grew. "Then how do you explain that?" Cyli retorted and nodded towards the tauren's groin. Looking down Erika gasped as she found her large ebony member fully erect and throbbing with arousal.
"This... no, it can't be true! This can't be real! I don't want to get anyone pregnant!" Erika cried out as tears dripped from her eyes. "Oh, is that so?" a new voice called out as Erika's friend Daci stepped into view, her body as naked and gravid as the other women's. "You know you want it... you crave it..." Daci stated with a dangerous grin as other women slowly stepped into view, each one as pregnant as the last. Erika fearfully glanced from side to side, recognizing them all as nearly every women she had ever met in her life. From childhood friends to teen rivals, from relatives to strangers, they were each massively pregnant.
"GAH!" Erika screamed as she bolted awake, the fields of Mulgore dissipating to reveal the tanned leather walls of her tent. Her fur was matted a cold sweat as she panted heavily, her heartbeat racing wildly. Erika looked around as she took deep breaths, still worried that she might still be trapped in that nightmare. After a few long and nervous minutes Erika finally laid her head back down, satisfied that she wasn't dreaming anymore but too frightened to fall asleep again anytime soon.
Glancing over at Zulrea Erika made sure to check the troll's middle for any sign of a pregnancy. "Oh gods what a nightmare" Erika exhaled slowly, feeling some of her anxiety drain away. Glancing at Zulrea from the corner of her eyes Erika found herself smiling as she realized the troll must be one heavy sleeper to have not awoken during that. That small bit of humor was enough to banish the last of her fears. Licking her dry lips Erika flipped her pillow over to rest her head on the dry side, the other soaked through with her sweat. Feeling her heartbeat returning to normal levels Erika began to console herself that it was all just a nightmare. "It wasn't real... it wasn't real..." she muttered, never happier in her life to have had woken up in her sleep.
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The tavern's stables were relatively quiet with the few animals sequestered here mostly sleeping soundly, exhausted from the harsh conditions being a beast of burden in the hot and dry savannah. In the last stall in the line the domesticated zhevra slowly rose to its hooves, its stomach gurgling with hunger. Trotting over to the feeding trough the mare lowered her head down to grab a mouthful of oats.
The zhevra slowly chewed her feed, instinct causing her to eat more than she normally would. When Erika and her group had fled the tavern so quickly Cyli had hurriedly given the animal to the tavern's owners as payment for their stay there. The goblin had quickly agreed, knowing reliable pack animal were always in demand amongst the many merchants that came through Ratchet and would easily cover the groups expenses.
Yet the stable hands had begun to worry about the striped equine. She was eating much more than usual and even seemed a little bigger around the middle. "It's just your imagination, boy" the oldest of the pair had growled when his younger compatriot had voiced his concerns. "If anything is going on you best not mention it. If the boss hears that one of the animals is getting too big he's liable to dock our pay for over feeding the damn thing."
After a moment the old timer gave the lad a wink. "Besides, that greedy bastard doesn't care to be around big animals or else he might get stepped on. If you don't say anything, he will never know." So the pair had dismissed the zhevra's weight gain from their minds and had returned to their work, unaware of the life growing inside the mare's womb.