Fleeing the Beast
A caravan is ambushed during it's trip through a foreboding forest, only for one of the passengers to get a close up encounter with one of its monstrous inhabitants...
Fleeing the Beast
Rowyin Darkwulf
The world was a green and brown blur, the only sounds were her running footsteps as her feet carried her as fast as they could. Her dress was in tatters, torn by brambles, and by the creature she had not long ago escaped. The young lizard maiden was pushing her body to its limit, her muscles aching as she tried to put as much distance between her and the creature, and those she left behind.
The memory was fresh in her mind; a huge quadrupedal creature had burst from the thick forest, attacking the carriage that was transporting her into town. The roof of the carriage had been ripped off before they had known what happened, and she had been stung… or stabbed by some kind of tentacled appendage. It struck her so hard the wind was knocked out of her, tearing her dress, but seemed to recede as she heard the guards engage the creature. She did not want to wait for an outcome, opening the door opposite the sounds of the fight and running off into the woods.
The panting lizard finally collapsed to the forest floor, her legs no longer able to carry her any further. She fought to catch her breath, crawling her way into a thicket of bushes to rest and hide. She tried to listen to her surroundings as she rested, but could hear nothing but the cool breeze rustling through the trees. She sighed heavily, her breath returning to her as she looked herself over. Her skirt had almost been completely torn off, the many bushes having torn away the front, exposing her azure scaled legs up to her thighs; her shins covered with small nicks and scratches. There was a large rip across her stomach as well, exposing where the creature had stung her. There was a little dried blood above her navel, but it seemed the creature had not done any terrible damage to her body.
She emerged from the bushes a few moments later, altering her course to the east and hoping she could walk the rest of the way to town. She cut her way through the underbrush, trying to avoid scraping up her legs any more, until she felt a cramp grip her stomach. She yelped loudly, falling to her knees and gripping her stomach as her insides tightened. Her fingers pressed into her stomach, palpating the flesh beneath her scales and finding a hard lump in her belly that had never been there before. The cramping faded, as did the pain, allowing her to once again make her way east in hopes of finding civilization. She couldn’t wander too much farther though, as her stomach once again cramped up, sending the girl to her knees.
As her fingers probed her belly, she found it to be more swollen then the last time, a notable pot belly having formed beneath the tatters of her garment. She crawled her way over to the base of a nearby tree, bracing her back against it as she sat panting. Her attention was drawn back to her stomach, her fingers pressing into her scales. She could almost feel her hide stretching over the lump in her belly, the remaining fabric pulling taught across her stomach. A whimper forced its way out of her lips, her belly cramping up again. She could hear the fabric of her dress tearing as her midsection tore through the remainder of her dress. She tearfully examined her growing belly, its girth rivaling that of mothers nearing the beginning of their third trimester.
She quickly noted that her belly was not the only part of her that was changing, the fabric stretched across her bust tearing a few seams as her breasts swelled further into it. Seams began popping under her arms as the fabric was brought to its limit, her former less-than handfuls expanding into swells her dainty hands could hardly cup. To save herself from the constriction of her top, she finally just ripped the rest of her tattered dress from her body, finally leaving herself nude save her lacey underpants. Even those, though, were being stretched, her hips spreading wider as her body took on a more motherly shape.
She was forced to slowly spread her outstretched legs more and more as her belly settled between her thighs, now pushing past what could have been a full-term pregnancy. She palpitated her stomach once more, and found that the single lump had become two, growing alongside each other. She was amazed she didn’t pop, the pressure in her belly was almost unbearable. Somehow, she continued the steady growth, surpassing almost term with twins. Her breasts sat heavily atop the curve of her belly, the plump mounds rivaling honeydew melons in size. Her areolas had drastically changed, swelling from the small, coin sized ones she had before, to the almost teacup plate sized areolas she had now. Her nipples alone stood out a good inch, the little nubs hard enough to cut glass.
She reached up and hefted her heavy bosoms, the weighty mounds feeling heavier than they looked. She could feel a pressure build up in them as well, her whole nipple area puffing up almost as if she was stung by some bug. She groaned, her belly going through a spurt of growth before finally slowing to a stop. She was, as far as she was concerned, enormous. She could easily secret away a trio of children inside her, her fingers confirming the three large lumps inside her tummy. She swallowed hard, fear of the unknown suddenly flooding her mind. She could tell that the eggs were large, maybe even larger than her pelvis could handle. She traced her fingers down to her hips, gauging how much they had changed. They had spread wider, though her underpants still remained; wedged tightly into the crack of her behind.
Her reassessment was cut short as she gasped out in pain, her belly suddenly tightening as a gush of liquid suddenly issued forth from her loins, soaking her panties in the process. She cried out in pain as she felt the contents of womb suddenly shift. She could feel one of the lumps press itself against the entrance of her womanly center, stretching the entrance to her womb as her belly contracted around it. A scream clawed its way from her throat as her muscles pressed the egg down against her cervix, forcing it to dilate around the eggs girth. She whimpered and cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she bore down. Her cervix spread rapidly as she pushed with her contractions, the egg deep inside her pressing into her vaginal canal.
Her breathing came in short pants, her fingers clawing at the ground as she pushed hard with the next contraction, her body falling almost into autopilot as she let her natural instincts take over. Her nether lips parted beneath the soaked crotch of her panties, revealing a hint of blue-tinted shell further up her tunnel. She stopped and panted as the contraction passed, the dull ache in her pelvis marking the position of the large egg. The next contraction came down hard upon her, her muscles clamping down as she groaned and pushed with the contraction. She could feel it slide down her canal, spreading her flesh wide as it finally reached her nethers. Her lower lips bulged out as she pushed, stretching into a tight O as the huge egg was pushed outwards. She panted and huffed, realizing the egg was pressing into her panties, the thin material preventing the egg from fully emerging. She let out a pained groan as the contraction finished, her tight cunny and panties painfully pressing the egg back into her canal.
The pain was intense, the huge egg stretching her inner flesh to its limits. She forced herself up into a squat, claws tearing at her panties until the silky band around her waist ripped, sending her panties fluttering to the ground as her next contraction finally began. She grunted and strained, her vaginal flesh once again stretching taut around the egg. Slowly it forced her fleshy lips to spread further and further towards their tearing point, till the widest part of the egg was finally out of her tight tunnel. The egg practically popped out of her distended cunny, plopping to the semi-muddy ground between the lizard-girl’s spread legs.
She leant back against the trunk of the tree, panting heavily as she finally had laid the huge, blue colored egg. Her joy was quickly cut short as another contraction started once again; a second egg still hidden in her distended belly pressing against her dilated cervix. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, remembering all the pain the first egg caused on its way out flashing back to her in an instant. She panted heavily and pushed as much as she could, feeling the egg descend into her vaginal canal much faster than the first egg. She let out another loud cry as her contraction ceased and the next one started almost immediately, pushing the egg closer and closer to her splayed lips. Her mound bulged and parted open as the tip of the next egg pressed them outward. She panted and groaned as she strained again, the girth of the next egg stretching her wide once more.
The lizard-girl’s cunny stretched open once more around the egg. Unlike the first one, her flesh had a slight bit more give to it, so with a loud cry and a hard push, the egg passed its widest point and fell with a thud to the ground. She collapsed upon her back nearby, panting heavily as her hands probed her stomach. There was still one huge lump left inside her womb, yet it felt like she lacked the energy to push it out. She cried out through the next few contractions, her body wishing to expel the last egg held inside her. Her body was so tired though, the lizard-girl unable to move herself from her seated position upon the ground as her inner muscles continued to try to work the egg down her birth canal. She could feel it press slowly down her tunnel, grinding against her pelvic bone, but not stopping as the contractions progressed.
She let out a low groan as the egg began to once again spread her lower lips, the white shell contrasting starkly with the swollen red lips of her cunt. Her muscles bearing down with all her might, the lizard cried out as the egg spread her wider and wider. She began to panic as the contraction ended, the egg beginning to slip back into her. Her muscles and flesh burned, a tired groan escaping her mouth as she pushed to keep the egg from slipping back inside her. The next contraction finally came, the tired lizardess crying and screaming out in exertion as the last egg parted her lips fully and slipped out onto the cold soil with the others. She slumped to the ground, finally empty and completely exhausted.
Her eyes full upon the three huge eggs as her juices dried upon their shells, the lizardess practically dead to the world. She heard the approaching heavy footsteps, saw the tentacles reach out to gather up the eggs she had laid, and felt the creature from before gather her spent form up off the ground to carry its new mate off to its lair…