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The cell was dark, damp, suffocating Selena with a lung-scraping miasma of mold and dust. Her back was to the cell door, holding at bay the dungeon's looming evil. Stone bricks climbed the walls and studded the floor, cold to the touch from the castle's runoff. Lying on her side atop a platform of concrete, her shoulder and hips shivered. She would tighten herself into a ball, hugging herself for every bit of warmth. Mocking her was the torch outside of her cell, burning on the wall and casting a broad, orange light sectioned off by the shadow of the bar doors. It crackled ever so often, beckoning her to come and reach for its welcoming flame. She would only bunch up further in response. She wouldn't dare move an inch unless she needed to.

Her colors sat in great conflict with the dullness around her. A slender frame painted in dark blue stumbled upon a rainbow of colors around her wrists and ankles. Her slender dragon tail segmented in rings of neon was curled up between her legs, coiled under her hugging arms. Violet ribbons, normally bloomed out into a gay fan around her hips, sagged down the platform. She kept her quartet of kunai-shaped ears folded down the back of her head to ward off the soggy cold. The purple nose which she kept at the end of a long, sleek snout poked into her folded arms, twitching with the shallow breaths she drew into her lungs.

She did not know how long she had been there, or how much longer she had to go. The guards would come for her and drag her somewhere else, either to be executed or beaten, perhaps set free. It was all up in the air where it would come crashing down on top of her. The crime was not given to her, nor the evidence. They rounded her up like cattle and chucked her in there to rot. Maybe they'd already thrown away the key. She would stay locked in there to either starve or freeze to death. Judging by the continuous way her body shivered amidst the cold, it would certainly be the latter.

Clank!

She was jolted out of her torpor by the crash of a door slamming open. Her head jerked out from her chest, ears twitching in the direction of the sound. Following it was the march of heavy boots coming her way. There was the clatter of armor and the clang of weapons on their belts. Selena shot upright and sat on the edge of the platform, her back hunched and arms still crossed over her chest. Filing in front of her door were two guards. Both were short and stocky kobold men, dressed to the gills in heavy, steel plate armor. At their hips were various tools and weapons. One of them wielded a short mace, the other a sword.

Their scaly features were rugged and exaggerated. Studs of bone dotted their brows. Their faces were pointed by sharp beaks that were hardened into bitter scowls. The one on the left had scales as black as pitch. The horns coming out of the back of his head swerved into a great arc like an ibex's. His partner was a much brighter orange, his scales glowing in the torch light. His horns were shorter, if more fantastic thanks to their winding helix shape.

Selena felt sick just looking at them. It got worse once one of them spoke. "Approach the gate." His accent was heavy and strong. Each syllable pulsed through the air like a drumbeat.

Selena stood up from the platform and walked up to the bars. She noticed one of them was carrying a pair of cast iron shackles. "Where are we going?" she asked.

She didn't get an answer. The guard banged his clawed fist on a rectangular port in the bars. "Put your arms through here. Do not move them until the cuffs are on."

She closed her paws into fists and slid them through the port as if awaiting a double fist bump. Instead, she got the cold, hard embrace of iron around her forearms. It was nice and heavy. The chains holding them together were as thick as her fingers.

"Step back," ordered the guard. Once she retreated to the center of the cell the guard pulled a key off of his belt and unlocked the bars. They swung open with a great, metallic creak, and the two guards stomped inside. Selena braced for a fist upside the head. Fortunately, they only meant to escort her out by hooking their arms around hers and walking her out. She could feel how heavy their muscles were even through the barrier of armor. The cold steel of their gauntlets scraped against her enough to become irritating.

"Easy now! I'm not going anywhere," she griped. They ignored her and marched her out of the cell. One guard closed the door and locked it before they headed down the hallway. "You know you guys could give me some clothes to put on," Selena said. "It's freakin' cold down here. I mean, throw me a wool blanket or something." Her attempts at humor were ignored. They dragged her nude form up the hallway and up the stairs that led into the dungeon. "Geez. OK, then. I hope the judge isn't strict on the dress code."

They went up the stairs and out into a new hallway. Selena flinched her eyes. Sunlight poured through a procession of towering stained windows. Time meant nothing to her while she was in the dungeon. For all she knew an entire week had passed since she had been thrown down there. The guards took a sharp right turn and walked down the hallway. Selena watched the passing windows curiously. Scenes of great battles and fantastic monsters were illuminated by the blazing sun. The last panel they passed showed an nondescript monster at the top of the window frame sprouting a forest of wiggly tentacles. In front of it was a congregation of worshippers bowing down before it. Between them and the beast was a nude kobold woman, plugged in each of her holes by a squirming tentacle. Selena frowned at the sight of it. That doesn't look good.

They came to a halt at a towering pair of chamber doors draped in red banners depicting the royal crest. Two more kobold guards stood at its flanks. They were both armed with halberds several feet taller than them. The blades were heavily curved and inscribed with an overly ornate design. The guards tapped the floor in unison before performing a crisp turn to face the inner door. They goose stepped towards the handles, grabbed them, and pulled the door open. The hinges roared as the doors parted, revealing a massive courtroom glowing with torchlight, cut off from the light of the outdoors.

Running down the length of the floor was a long scarlet carpet that matched the many banners and flags hanging from the stone brick walls. Massive torch pits stood at each corner, crackling wildly. Down each wall was a row of wooden pews occupied by kobolds wearing black robes. At the forefront of the courtroom, sitting beneath an enormous red flag, was a judge's bench. It was a mountain of perfectly hewn wood that shone in the wavering torch light. The judge sat at the summit, hunched over within a long, black cloak. He was an elder kobold with sickly yellow scales and twiny hairs sprouting from his scalp randomly. He gazed back at Selena with milky eyes made cynical by decades of wisdom.

Selena was marched towards the judge, feeling every pair of eyes on her like a barrage of arrows. When they made it to the end of the carpet she was forced to kneel with a kick in the back of the knee. "Hey! Easy!" She thrashed her shoulders at them. They backed off, but only out of respect for the judge. Selena looked up at the bench to see a wizened face peering over the edge at her. His beak twitched and chewed thoughtfully. His eye lids squinted at her curiously. People who looked like her didn't show up very often. "Hello," she said meekly. "How are you?"

The judge sat back in his chair. "What are the charges?" he cackled in a voice that sounded old and tired.

One of the guards that had escorted her drew a paper from his hip and read from it. "Selena. Feline-Dragon. Accused of treason against the Lord our King."

"Treason?" She looked over her shoulder at the guard incredulously. "Are you serious? Who told you that? I don't remember doing anything like that!"

Slam! Slam! Slam!

She was cut off by the judge's gavel. "Silence!" He was old, but he still had some power behind his voice.

Selena ducked her head. "Sorry."

The judge laid his gavel down. "The defendant is hereby accused of treason, a crime punishable by death. How do you plead?"

Death? "Not guilty! I don't even know how you guys got me here! Whatever you think I did, I didn't fucking-"

Smash! Smash! Smash!

"Do not speak unless spoken too! The defendant has entered a plea of not guilty. What evidence does the prosecution have?"

"Three witnesses, Your Grace," said a guard.

"And what evidence does the defendant have?" The judge's eyes fell back on her. A long silence followed before she realized they were expecting an answer.

"Oh! Uh... I didn't do it?" she said with an awkward shrug.

It didn't impress. "All evidence has been presented. I hereby find the defendant guilty of all charges." It punctuated its decision with another smash of his gavel.

Selena saw it coming, yet the dread fell on her all the same. "Noooooo..."

"The recommended sentence for the crime remains death."

"No! Wait! Hold on!" Selena bolted to her feet. She was stopped short of charging the bench by the guards hooking her elbows. "I swear to God! I didn't do it!" She jerked her elbows and thrashed her shoulders, but their hold on her was too strong. Terror pulled at her features and amplified her voice into screams. "I'M INNOCENT!"

Smash! Smash! Smash!

"Enough!" screamed the judge.

Selena's maw quivered shut. Her ears folded back on her head. "I'm innocent..." she whispered.

The judge laid his gavel down. "The recommended punishment is death, but the council must be heeded first."

Hope made Selena gasp. The guards turned her around to face the many other kobolds lining the benches. Her eyes darted between them, wordlessly begging for mercy.

"A motion to put the accused to death is put forward," announced the judge. "Who votes to approve?" About 60 kobolds sat on the pews. Of that many, only about a dozen or so raised their hands.

Selena's heart did somersaults, but she could not cling to victory just yet. "What does that mean?" she asked, looking at the guard on her right whose scales were black like onyx. He did not look back at her.

"The motion fails," said the judge. He sounded disappointed.

"What does that mean?" repeated Selena, looking at the guard on her left. "Am I safe? You're not going to kill me?" Her legs were trembling beneath her. Nausea swelled through her gut, threatening to make her puke. "Oh God, for fucks sake, someone tell me what's going on."

"Does the council propose another punishment for the accused?" asked the judge. This time several arms went up. The judge pointed his gavel at the one nearest. "The court recognizes Maleok."

The council lowered their hands. The one named Maleok stood up. "The council recommends that the accused be brought to the Brood Mother." The council murmured in agreement. Even the ones who voted for Selena's death nodded their heads.

"Brood mother? Who the fuck is that?" Selena demanded.

"I see..." pondered the judge. "Is the clutch diminished?"

"No, your grace. But it would be wise to refill it while the chance is in front of us." The kobold directed his gaze at Selena. His perfectly indecipherable face was maddening to look at.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who am I refilling? What clutch? What's the Brood Mother going to do to me?"

Still no answers. "A motion to bring the accused to the Brood Mother is put forward," said the judge. "Who votes to approve?"

Every single arm went up. Selena's heart plummeted.

"Then the motion succeeds." Selena was forced to face the judge again. He stared down at her over the edge of his bench, resembling a jailor looking into the pit where he kept his prisoner. "Have the accused sent to the preparation chambers and cleanse her of any filth. She sees the Brood Mother tonight."

Smash!

Selena couldn't get another word in before she was forcibly swung around to face the hallway and dragged back to the doors. There was an echoing whoosh as every council member on the benches flanking her stood to their feet and watched as she was marched out. "Hey! Hey! You're not gonna tell me what any of that shit means? What's a Brood Mother? Why are you cleansing me? Who the fuck told you I committed treason?" She bucked, kicked, and thrashed with all the might her frail body could muster. It couldn't budge the stony arms covered in scales and armor dragging her towards her fate.

They came to the courtroom doors where the guards shouted for it to be opened. Once it was, the guards continued marching Selena deeper into the castle. They passed the stained window depicting the tentacle monster and the woman it was penetrating. Selena's stomach turned to lead. Ice water filled her veins. "Hey! That's not the Brood Mother, is it? You're not gonna stick nothing in me, are you?" She got the usual response. "Oh, fuck you, mother fuckers. I'm not some toy for you freaks to fuck!" Her throat made an awful hocking sound. "Ptoo!" A fat wad of phlegm splatted the guard on her right cheek. He didn't so much as flinch, continuing to look forward with as much emotion as an oak.

They came to a stairwell going down. Selena couldn't see the bottom of the steps even though there were a dozen or so torches lining the walls all of the way down. "Oh shit," she muttered. The journey down was a long and lonely one. By the time Selena saw the bottom of it she thought they had stumbled into an infinite staircase. At the bottom was a single iron door braced by several heavy bars. One guard stepped up to it and drew a key from his hip. There were maybe a half-dozen locks he had to go through before the door finally creaked open. Before them was a torchlit grotto populated by a trio of hunchbacked kobold women who made the judge look like the epitome of youth. Their clawed hands were bent and knobbed by arthritis. The scales on their face were withered like dried out leather.

With them was an enormous wash basin. One of them was pouring hot water into it, billowing out steam and turning the grotto into a sauna. Selena was shoved from behind and forced to stumble several steps before coming to a stop. Turning around, she saw the guard disappear behind the door. One by one she heard the locks clunk shut. Selena was trapped. As soon as she was free of the guards she was in the old women's clutch. One of them slid their claw into the crook of Selena's elbow and faced her towards the basin. The witch- at least Selena was pretty sure that's what they were -calmly guided her over to look inside.

The water was milky with a thin film of bubbles ringing the surface. Vapor rose into a nebulous column above it, siphoning into Selena's nostrils. It smelled oddly nice, like they had thrown a bath bomb or two in it. She looked down at the witch holding her arm. Her knobby face scales gave her a rather frightening appearance, but there was an odd sense of patience to the way she looked at Selena.

"Hello. Um... I guess I'm supposed to go in there," Selena said.

The witch did not respond vocally, instead nodding her head and pointing into the froth.

"Yeah. That figures." With the other two witches watching her closely, she supposed there wasn't anywhere else to go. With her paws in shackles, there was no way of fighting back. And it's rude to beat up old ladies, Selena concluded. With a sigh she lifted her foot off the ground and craned it over the lip of the tub. She braced for the heat as her toe punctured the surface. It was hot, but not scalding. "Whew... OK." She slid her foot down slowly until she felt the steel bottom of the basin. She kicked her other foot up and brought it in while the witch that had guided her kept their claws on her hip to help balance. "Thanks."

She stood upright in the hot bath, looking down at where her calves disappeared into the opaque pool. God, am I really doing this? Is this really happening to me right now? She fell into a squat and dipped her ass into the water. Two witches held her by her shoulders and helped her sit down. Again, she thanked them. I guess these are the only friends I'm gonna have until I meet the Brood mother.

The witches went to work at once, scooping up a great amount of water in a ladle and unloading it over Selena's head. She gasped sharply as liquid heat came spilling down her scalp and neck, flattening her fur and making her ears fold. Two more scoops followed, completely drenching her. One witch stood at each side with the third at her back. They each drew a sponge and dipped it into the water. Selena was scraped and scrubbed across her entire upper body and head, creating a great mountain range of suds that built atop her scalp and collected around her, floating across the surface. It felt like they were about to peel her skin off, they scrubbed so hard. She meant to complain but couldn't open her mouth given the constant storm of suds that fell down her snout, forcing her eyes shut too.

A couple pours from the ladle rinsed her off before they immediately started scrubbing again. Selena's jaw was clenched throughout the whole ordeal. She had to fight the urge to lash out at them with her shackles and scream at them to chill the fuck out. They rinsed her again, then suddenly grabbed underneath her shoulders and yanked her into a standing position. Water dripped off her upper body while the witches went to work scrubbing down her legs. "Ooh!" Having a sponge brush up through her thighs and scrape past her cunt wasn't the most welcoming sensation. Just as awkward was the one that went right between her ass cheeks. "Easy now! At least take me on a date first! Geez!"

They rinsed her off with a few splashes before repeating the process once more. As soon as they finished one of them hooked Selena's arm and guided her out of the tub. She braced for the cold bite of cobblestone on her feet but was blessed by the warm embrace of a fluffy bath mat. The witches swaddled her in an assault of towels which they rubbed her down with mercilessly. She was jerked every which way, nearly toppling over one of them. They rubbed her paws, her head, her chest, her crotch, and her legs. Her tail ribbons even got special treatment, once again becoming a fantastic peacock fan.

Retracting the towels revealed a woman whose indigo fur was floofed out to the max. Her previously lissome frame looked like it had received a thousand static shocks. A pair of stunned eyes peeked through the blue puff ball that was her face. The witches walked her over to a nearby stool and sat her down. On a table nearby was a set of brushes which they used to correct Selena's incredible fluffiness. They straightened her out good, pulling out every single knot of hair and returning her to the feline-draconian grace she was so proud of.

When they were done, Selena ran her shackled paws over her scalp, feeling how soft her hair was. She had to admit, she felt pretty damn good, like having just gotten out of a spa or massage parlor. "I don't suppose you three are the Brood Mother and that this is my punishment?" she asked with an awkward smile.

One witch waddled up to her and pulled her to her feet. Selena sighed. "No, I didn't think it was." On the wall opposite from where she walked in was another door, this one much simpler looking. One witch opened it for Selena and the other two shooed her through it. Before her was a colossal tunnel leading into a yawning canvas of absolute black. There was no light except from the grotto behind them. The walls were bare rock, smoothed out by some unknown force Selena did not dare to imagine, but knew she would soon meet.

Clink!

Selena jolted and looked down. The witch behind her had latched on another pair of shackles, holding her ankles together with just a foot or so of chain. "Hey!" shouted Selena. "I wasn't fucking going anywhere!"

The witch that led her in there let go of her and waddled deeper into the tunnel. She faded into the darkness until Selena could hardly see her anymore. Selena squinted, only just able to make out the shape of the witch's cloak. She saw her fall into a squat over something. A sharp tapping sound echoed through the cave. Thut-thut!

Then came a light. Selena thought she was hallucinating at first. Within the vanta black sheet of tunnel hanging in front of her swished and swayed a various assortment of hues and colors concocted by her eyes. Only when the witch's outline became solid did she realize it was very real. Spreading out from where the witch's feet were was a nucleus of blue light that reached out across the floor like a blossoming fire. The witch retreated to reveal the source of the glow: a fat, squat mushroom letting loose a bright aura from underneath its broad umbrella cap. A chain reaction lit every mushroom on the floor; when one was lit, its neighbors would follow. The blue glow swept up the walls of the tunnel to reveal more mushrooms hugging the surface. They stopped only at the ceiling and reached several yards into the tunnel.

"Whoa", said Selena, fully entranced by the display.

The witch that had lit the fungi waddled as fast as she could back towards Selena. Selena followed her with her eyes and realized the other witch was hiding behind the door, waiting to shut it behind her comrade. "Hey!" Selena shouted. It was too late. The door slammed shut immediately after the witch ran through it, leaving Selena alone in the tunnel. "Don't you fucking leave me in here!"

She stepped her foot forward, only to feel the angry bite of iron around her ankles. She looked down and was reminded of the shackles holding her captive. "Shit!" She was forced to hop her way to the door. Grabbing the pull ring and heaving on it yielded no results besides clanging it on its bolt. "COME ON! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" She rattled the door so hard that the resulting clangs made her ears ring. A roar of frustration bellowed out of her as she shook her entire body trying to get the door open. It stayed where it was, mockingly unfazed by her attempts at freedom.

She came to a halt only when the muscles in her arms started to burn. Her heart pounded in her chest which heaved with her breathing. The door received one last slam from the bottoms of her fists. "FUCK!" The tunnel behind her still echoed with her screams and the clash of iron hinges. She turned around to face the ghostly neon, mesmerizing as it was chilling.

Selena gulped. "Hello?" Her voice plunged into the black, bouncing back at her, but without a rebuttal. Recalling the monster she saw on the painted window, she braced for its appearance. "Brood mother? Are you there? Are you coming to fuck me?" It sounded so childish saying it out loud, even though that was reality. "You don't have to. We can just be friends, OK?"

Her voice echoed down the burrow, once again clapping back without a partner. Selena could do nothing but stare into the darkness before her and brace for whatever would come out of it. If it looked any bit as terrifying as her imagination was making it out to be, she would probably die of a heart attack.

Finally, she heard the answer approach.

Shifting out of the expanse was a sound like a tarp being dragged across the ground. It came slowly, quietly, without pause or hesitation. Selena's breath quickened. Her clean fur was ruined by an oncoming sheen of sweat. Backing away from the oncoming threat only landed her back against the iron door, unsympathetic to her demise. A venomous shiver sliced up Selena's spine. Her jaw trembled with the urge to puke. Out of the cave she saw the snout of the Brood Mother materialize then broaden into the leviathan monstrosity it was.

The Brood Mother was a dragon whose mighty breadth absorbed the entirety of the tunnel it crawled out of. Its piked beak sprouted from a gaunt face covered in bright purple scales. Horns longer than Selena was tall towered out of its crown, scraping against the roof of the tunnel and leaving the tips dull. Its eyes were obsidian, slit down their middle by a dash of shiny alabaster. What grace its visage carried died where the neck met its shoulders. The Brood Mother was appallingly fat, a form crafted by centuries of underground dwelling and unscrupulous overfeeding. Propelling her forward were two stubby forelegs so bloated that Selena could not see the jut of her knees. The hindlegs, meanwhile, were concealed behind the jiggling swell of her gut. On the rugged plain of her back were a pair of tattered wings shriveled on their vines, unused for an untold many generations.

Selena didn't waste any time screaming at the beast. She turned around to face the door and immediately pounded her fists on it so that she could scream at her executors instead. "HEEEEELLLLLLLP! LET ME OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUT!" She pulled, pulled, and pulled at the ring, yielding no results whatsoever. The grotto behind it remained silent. "PLEEEEASE! DON'T LET IT KILL ME!"

But the Brood Mother had no intentions of killing her. Quite the opposite. She came to a halt where the mushrooms stopped growing. Reaching from beyond the Brood Mother's back were two purple tentacles which glided off her shoulders and bounced off the floor. Their exact bodily origins were unknown, either from ports in her belly, her back, or from her cloaca. No matter their genesis, they slithered over at Selena rapidly, whispering across the stone floor like malicious torpedoes. She spun around and saw them approaching. "NO!" She tried pulling her ankle up but was held in place by the shackles. She could do nothing else but press herself into the door and twist away as the tentacles pulsed their slimy, eggplant-colored bodies towards her.

They struck at her ankles in unison, wrapping around them and grabbing them tightly like a opossum's tail. The flesh was warm and gelatinous with a tight core of muscle that gripped her with draconian might. Regardless of the shackles keeping her ankles in place, there was nowhere to go.

"NOOOOOO!" The tentacles retracted towards the Brood Mother slowly, sliding her feet paws across the stony floor. She wobbled and fought to stay upright, but the tentacles' draw was too strong. Her ass came down on the ground hard, rattling her entire body and making her ears ping! "Oof!"

The tentacles kept dragging her on her behind, towards the mushroom patch and the Brood Mother behind it. "No! Nonononoononononononnononono!" Sitting up, she clawed and pulled at the slimy appendages holding her feet hostage. Her extended claws scratched and stabbed at the slimy meat, failing to so much as scrape the skin. Pulling her paws away revealed them to be utterly jacketed in a clot of clearish-purple splooge. It was as though she had tried to squeeze a hagfish to death.

Her feet approached the edge of the mushroom patch. No matter how hard she kicked, nothing slowed down her aching slide. The Brood Mother exuded patience as her latest conquest slowly made its way towards her. Those midnight eyes followed Selena every inch of the way. Selena's feet crossed over the first couple mushrooms. In a small act of defiance, she kicked one off its stem, killing its light and sending the severed cap rolling amongst its brethren. The blue glow radiated off of Selena's fur like a black light, turning the rainbow colors on her tail and paws into a vibrant lightshow.

She leaned on her back, teeth gritted, face contorted with terror. Bucking her shoulders and arms across each side sent several mushrooms flying but did not slow her down. The Brood Mother's awful visage loomed closer and closer. Slaver drooled from her lipless maw. Selena continued to thrash and scream, only able to hope that what awaited her would be swift and painless.

At last, she was before the Brood Mother. The tentacles stopped pulling her but held her ankles down against the cave floor. Selena sat up to try and tear them off again, only to be stopped by another pair appearing and wrapping around her wrists. She was launched backwards onto the floor. The wind knocked out of her. "Huhhh!" The tentacles squirshed loudly as they tightened around her wrists pinned to her belly.

Clink-clink!

The shackles on her wrists suddenly came open. Another tentacle swooped down and grabbed the chain to pull it off her. She watched as it went flying over her head and crashed into the iron door loudly. The tentacles holding her wrists pulled them off her belly and pinned them besides her head. Her attempt at pushing them up was as successful as expected. Next she heard the shackles on her feet come undone. They too went soaring over her head and into the door where it clattered down next to the other pair. Selena's legs were split open, allowing the Brood Mother an unhindered access to her cunny.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit. Ohhhhhhhhh-kay. Hahhhh..." She looked up at the chevroned stalactite that was the Brood Mother's face. More unsettling was the squealing forest of tentacles wriggling out from behind her. "Hey there! Ahaha... Say... You're not gonna... I dunno... Impregnate me, are you? 'Cause you know, I don't know if I'm ready for that kinda commitment. Ahah..."

If the Brood Mother thought it was funny, she didn't laugh.

Selena gulped. "Please... I swear I didn't commit treason. Those guys are lying. I don't know what you heard about me, but I swear none of it's true! I didn't hurt or betray anyone!" Deep down she knew her protests were childishly ineffective, but to her it was the last line of defense. "Come on! I wouldn't lie to you! I'm not stupid! I'm not evil! I know you're just doing your job but can you please not do it on me?"

The Brood Mother did not react. In fact, it didn't do much of anything. All the tentacles slithering nearby stayed where they were. It did not move any other part of its body or any of Selena's. Selena simply lay there and waited for the Brood Mother to do something until finally she spoke up again. "Sooooooo... Are you gonna... Do something? Or what? I mean, I don't want to rush you or anything." Still no reaction. The tension only rose with each passing moment of inaction. Tarra narrowed her eyes. "Are you... waiting for me to do something?"

If it was, the Brood Mother did nothing to indicate yes or no. Whatever its next action was, however, depended on Selena's input. Selena sighed. "Look. If you're going to do something, just do it, although if that thing happened to be letting me go, that would be awesome."

The Brood Mother finally acted, but not to let her go. A single tentacle slooped across the floor towards Selena, making her tense. "OK... OK... Here we go." She took deep breaths, expecting the tentacle to crash onto her exposed cunny so that it could tear it apart. Instead the tentacle drifted its way onto her bare tummy. Selena jolted at its slimy, hot texture as it coiled atop her navel. It swished and slopped around blindly, greasing up her fur and glancing at her nipples. "Ooh!" The sensations it brought were sharp and tingly, perking her mammaries into tight pink beads. Her toes curled and her fists clenched. Already an intense heat was billowing through her loins and out her pussy.

The tentacle sensed her arousal and slithered its way back down her stomach towards her crotch. Selena pursed her lips and cringed. "Easy now. I'm a delicate flower." The tentacle's tip fell atop her crease, instantly making her shiver. "Huhhhhh~" It was like a heat lamp had been lit inside of her, generating a severe amount of feminine juices. "OK... OK... Whew... Let's keep it like that. Yeah. Mmf."

As if heeding her direction, the tentacle prodded around the rim of her cunny, parting the flesh but not quite slipping inside. Selena's tummy jittered and caved inwards as sharp gasps sucked into her randomly. The weight of the tentacle lying down her torso was enough to excite her. Having it swim a tight circle around her flower was like having a switch go off. Her jaw fell open and her head lurched backwards, rolling her scalp onto the smooth cave floor. A womanly coo echoed through her lips. "Ohhhhh~"

That was all the tentacle needed. It homed in on her cavity and breached the outer fold. Her fat cunny lips gaped around its wholesome girth, revealing the fleshy pink contours of her insides. Selena gasped deeply, then exhaled her first real moan. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God..." The tentacle squished and stretched itself deeper inside of her, gaining another section of her womanly tunnel with each small push. Her heels scraped against the floor as her hips lifted into the air and then fell. No longer holding her prisoner, the grips on her ankles and wrists allowed her some squirming room which she utilized to the fullest.

With the pulsing contractions came added girth pressing into Selena's pearl. The following moans were curt and shrill, making her limbs quake involuntary. The tentacle got the message, throbbing itself into her clit and striking her with white hot jabs of pleasure. "Huhhhh! Huhhhhh! Yes! Oh God! Mmmmm... Fuck."

Squirshhh. Squirshhh. Squirshhh.

It bloated and shrank at a slow but heavy rhythm, milking Selena for every ounce of delight she could withstand. Unsatisfied with just that, the tentacle went deeper, grinding past her spongey G-spot and earning yet another series of desperate moans. Throbbing its way down her womanly tunnel, it finally made it to the gate of her womb. Barring entry was her tautly wound cervix, ungiving in the face of such ardent throbbing. Selena gasped sharply, but not out of pleasure. It was like a lightning bolt had struck through her pelvis, blasting through her bones and rattling them. "Huhhhh! Huhhhhh! Ahhhhh... Deep. Deep. Fuck..." Looking down she saw the purple appendage buried in her cunt, parting her lips as far as they could go. It led up to the Brood Mother who attended her with an odd level of care and precision.

Selena's jaw clenched. A demanding growl hissed through her teeth. "Oh Fuck. Uggghhh. Fuck me, please. Uhhh. Fucking give it to me. Oh God. Oh fuck."

As if the Brood Mother had to be told what to do. The tentacle retracted from her cunt up to the very limit before crashing down with a terrific plunge. Another lightning bolt ripped through Selena. It consisted of nothing but raw delight. Her entire body shot into an arc, pinning the top of her head to the floor and aiming her concave tummy at the ceiling. A guttural moan blew out of her. "Huuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!"

The tentacle did not stop, immediately pulling back and returning just as brutally. Flesh collided on flesh, squelching both parties loudly. Thllp! Thlp! Thlp! Thlp! Thlp! Back and forth, back and forth, the throbbing appendage had become a piston of industrial might, bulging her pussy open with authoritarian vehemence. Flecks of gunk flew around her hips from the impacts. Her muscles clenched and spasmed wildly along with the jerks and twists her body performed.

The cave rang with her screams. "HUHHHHHH! YES! OH FUCK!!! HUHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOD! OHH! HUHHHHH! YES! YES!!!" Her orgasm caught both of them off guard, striking with such clenching force that the tentacle was forced to retreat. In its place came a hissing eruption of Selena's cunny water. Perfectly straight and white like from a hose, it rocketed meters into the air where it crested into a constellation of crystalline droplets sparkling in the cave light. Her legs blew open into a broad chalice with her pussy bloating outwards. The stream came to a sudden stop before coming back down and thudding atop the innocent mushroom caps surrounding her. Another stream started, then stopped, and then another. The last that shot out of her was more of a heavy drizzle than a geyser, but a mighty squirt all the same.

"HUUUUUUUEEEEEUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUuuuhhhhhh~~~!!!" Selena's body went into a fit of spasms and thrashes. She rolled left and right like a person in the throes of a nightmare. The feelings that tore through her, however, were of the most blissful of dreams, sending an array of the most vibrant colors waving through her muscles like a surging sea storm. Only after a solid minute of thrashing and moaning did she finally come to a stop. Her legs still quaked and moans eeped through her lips. A heavy blush had fallen on her face. "Ohhh... Ohhh... Huhhh... God... Thank you... Mmmmm..."

The tentacle that had been inside of her looked shellshocked. It dripped with her fluids as it hung in the air despondently, unsure if it had the chutzpah to try that again. Its family had no such qualms. A dozen of them descended on her and made themselves home on her body. She did not resist. "Yes... Huhhhh... Come here..."

They coiled about her body at random, slipping and swirling through her fur. Thickish gunk smeared across her skin, sagging down to the floor around her. She was in heaven, drowning in a vat of erotic goop that electrified every part of her at once. Her eyes rolled into her head beneath fluttering lids. Her mouth hung open. "Yesss... Huhhhhhh~"

A single tentacle ventured into her pussy, reclaiming her with a series of curt jabs and heavy throbs. She moaned her approval. "Yes~! More! Huhhhh!" It stretched deeper, once more halting at the gate of her womb. She was ready this time, feeling not a bolt of pain but the euphoria of being bred.

It was only the beginning. Snapping her out of her trance was a terrible gurgling sound from within the Brood Mother. Selena snapped her eyes open and saw the curtain of tentacles that had fallen on her, swirling about and penetrating her body. The sound emanating from the Brood Mother was throaty and deep, originating from the deepest fathoms of her body. Something was coming out of her. What it was, Selena did not know, but anxiety managed to find her again. The sound increased in pitch as whatever was coming out grew closer.

Squiirsshhhh. Squiirrsh. Squirsh. Squish!

The root of the tentacle stuck in Selena's cunt inflated suddenly. Bulging it out was an ovoid shaped mass that slid its way down towards her. She frowned at the sight of it, then widened her eyes as she realized what it was. It was not long ago when the sight of something so appalling would have struck terror in her, but seeing the Brood Mother's first egg inch its way towards her womb filled Selena with nothing but orgasmic appreciation.

"Yes. Please. I want it. Oh God."

Down the egg came, swerving down its purple tunnel one heavy throb at a time. Selena felt the anticipation grow as the egg swung down the final curve of the tentacle towards her body. She whispered to herself. "Come on. Come on. Come on. Please. Oh God. Come on." The tip of the egg made it to her quim. "Come oooooooooon!"

Squirsh.

The sensation was a shredding mix of agony and delight so terrific that it blotted out everything else around her. Her head whipped back in tune with a bombastic scream. "HUHHHHH~!" Her cunt dilated around the girth of the egg, gripping it tightly and holding it in place. The flesh above beneath her navel bulged out grotesquely, making room for the oncoming ovum. The next throb scrunched it through her cavity, pasting it against her cervix. "OHHH FUCK! HUHHHH! YES!" She looked down, her visage contorted with desperation. Her voice swung low into a shivering whisper. "Yes. Yes. Please. Give it to me. Oh fuck. Please."

The Brood Mother obeyed.

Squirsh.

Inside of Selena, the tentacle's tip distended and gave birth to the egg's conical tip. It jutted straight into the crater of her cervix, bowing it open like a camera shutter. The shrieking pitch of Selena's wails reflected the pain. It was as though an entire spear had been thrust into her, ripping the bone apart. That quickly faded in favor of a mind-numbing bliss that left her in a stupor. The weight of the egg sat in her womb like lead, giving her a noticeable belly. Her cervix remained open, ready for the next delivery. "Yes. Yes. Yes. More. Yes. Huhhh."

More grumbling from within the Brood Mother signaled the arrival of another egg. It bowed out the root of the tentacle and continued its way down towards Selena. She chanted it along, huffing incoherently through her clamped teeth. The egg split her vulva. "Huhhhhhh!" With one more push it was at the gates of her womb, and with another push it was inside, right aside its twin. The shape of her latest addition swelled up her belly, creating two mounds side by side. The pain was mitigated now, set aside for a level of emotional and physical pleasure Selena was not built for. "Yeeeeeeesssssssss FUCK! HUHHHHHHHH!"

The next egg came forth, now coming at her in a rush to impregnate. Selena sat there writhing and whimpering, ready for a third. It splooged into her, further inflating her tummy into a bulbous gut. Progress was good, but given Selena's sudden demands, it was not enough. Another tentacle came down to aid its partner. It poked and prodded around the stretched lips of Selena's cunt but was unable to squeeze past. Undeterred, it continued its way down her crevice until it landed on her tailhole.

Selena gasped. "Yes! Right there! Yes! There, there, there... Oh fuck..." The time when the Brood Mother terrified her seemed like decades ago. In a coffin of squelching ecstasy, time had lost all meaning.

The tentacle pushed into her pucker and expanded it into a gape. While its neighbor continued pumping her full of children, it dug into her tighter cavity and wound its way through her guts. Selena growled through her teeth. "NNNNNGGGGHHHHH DEEPER! COME ON!" The tentacle obeyed, winding as far as it could go until it could stretch no more. Just as another egg burst into Selena's womb, another slipped into the urethra of the one fucking her ass. The moment it burst through her sphincter was when she screamed again, this time without an ounce of discomfort. Nay, her second orgasm had arrived, dousing the tentacle in her pussy with a hydrant of violently spewing girl water.

It was not enough to eject the tentacle, not when it was in the middle of impregnating her with a sixth egg. It throbbed at a rapid pace, flowing eggs into her with mechanical efficiency. Her womb fed on the newest edition, turning what had been a flat gut into a hideously swollen belly made bumpy from the content jammed inside of it. Her womb was not alone. One egg had fallen into her stomach after swerving through the entirety of her innards. As soon as its journey came to an end another egg split through her asshole to begin its own winding trek.

Her holes took turns devouring the Brood Mother's bounty. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2... Her disorderly squirms and shaking came to a stop, not because of any decrease in pleasure- that was elevating by the moment -but because the clutch of eggs had grown so massive that a mountain of misshapen flesh had risen out of her like a rising hot air balloon. Her nipples, formerly the size of dime, were jutting out at the ceiling like swollen frisbees. Milk bled out from their ducts and dribbled down the bumpy slopes of her gut. Selena did nothing but howl and drool like the horny idiot she had become, losing all lucidity in favor of a divine euphoria courtesy of the Brood Mother.

Her skin stretched. The womb was at its tightest. Her stomach could fit no more, forcing the oncoming eggs to stay trapped in her bowels. Still she begged for more via an ongoing song of hideous groaning. Her eyes floated in their sockets, out of sync, focused on nothing. They did not register the Lovecraftian mound of evil that had bloated out of her. All her egg-addled mind could comprehend was the desire for more... more... more... more... mor-

SPLUURRRRSSHHHHH!

The center of her navel blew open like a water balloon struck by a bullet. The skin blew down to her body to unveil a circular clot of purple-tinted eggs. They fell down in an avalanche, rolling off of Selena and through the forest of mushrooms around her within an omnidirectional tsunami of juices. The Brood Mother roared. The tentacles flew off Selena who in her stupor came once more. Her last scream echoed. "HUUUUUHHHHHHH-"

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"-UUUUUUHHHHHuuuuhhhhhh!" Selena's eyes shot open at the sound of her voice. Above her was not the cave ceiling or the fearsome visage of the Brood Mother, but the ceiling fan above her bed, twirling away placidly. She rocketed upright with a chest-swelling gasp. Sweat poured down her skin. Her legs kicked out beneath her, throwing the sheets around. She clawed at her thighs and at her crotch. There were no tentacles.

Darting her eyes out around her, it took several seconds to realize she was in her bedroom. No Brood Mother, no cave, no glowing mushrooms. Just her in her bed, alone.

She put her paw over her chest and got a hold of herself. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Huhhh..." Her heart ransacked the inside of her chest. The heat of her face made it feel like it was on fire. She ran a paw over her head, confirming that the moisture clinging to her fur was in fact perspiration, and not tentacle goo. "Jesus... Jesus... Whooo..." A deep inhale sucked through her nose. It came out through her mouth, calm and collected. "It's OK. We're OK."

Looking over at her nightstand she saw her alarm clock. It was part digital clock, part lava lamp. Rising and falling through its funnel of liquid were globs of purple gelatin. A lavender glow was doused across her and the bedroom. She chuckled weakly. Guess I know where I got the inspiration from. Lying her paw on her tummy revealed not a gut filled with eggs but nicely flat abs. A pink tank top hung loosely from her shoulders. Pulling the sheets back she saw her moon and star themed jammies.

She was ready to think how good it was to have some clothes on until she noticed something about her crotch. Darkening a fat patch between her thighs was a heavy clot of liquid arousal. It permeated through the soft fabric of both her panties and her jammies, wetting a significant portion of the sheets below. "Jesus..." she muttered. I didn't actually cum in my sleep, did I? She prodded the wet spot. It reeked with excitement but didn't bare the soaking aftermath of a real orgasm. She sighed with relief. That's good at least. That'd be a helluva thing to wake up to, although I probably wouldn't mind.

Trying to gulp the spit in her mouth revealed how dry her throat was. She winced. Looking back at the clock showed that it was 2:33 in the morning. The alarm wasn't supposed to go off until six and a half hours from now. All she wanted to do was lay back down and pass out. Her dry throat had other plans, however. I'm not gonna be able to go back to sleep, am I? She groaned dramatically and threw the covers off her legs. Stepping onto the carpet floor she crossed her arms over in front of her chest and walked to the kitchen with a thoroughly grumpy frown on her face.

She wandered up to the fridge and opened the door. Inside was a quart of milk that she promptly grabbed and uncapped. She threw her head and the milk back, pouring into her mouth a cold smoothness too good not to gulp down in droves. Streaks of white poured down her cheeks and dripped off her jowls before she lowered the quart and sighed. "Ahh..." The taste of milk straight out of the box had a unique air to it, one that hit different when consumed at 2 in the morning. She helped herself to another swig then capped the quart and put it back in the fridge.

Wiping the milk from her lips with the back of her wrists, she trudged her way back to her bedroom. The dream sneaked back into her mind like some lingering trauma. So fucking weird. What the hell did I eat last night? She stepped into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. The mattress embraced her in its softness where she huddled into a ball underneath the comforters. Her eyes closed. A smile rose the corners of her lips. Nighty night.

Things weren't so simple.

Half an hour of tossing and turning kept her up well past 3 AM. The Brood Mother's morbid visage remained encased in her mind, echoing the sound of its squishes and squelches. The pain and the pleasure that came with those eggs was something she could hardly reimagine. It felt so real. It's a wonder I didn't cum in my sleep.

If only she could get back to it, but lingering inside of her as the most tangible piece of that dream was an arousal she couldn't ignore. Her mind could not escape the coiling grasp of the Brood Mother's slimy feelers, making Selena clench her thighs together. She couldn't help but lay her paw on her crotch and feel where she had stained her jammies and her fur. Fuck. I can't go to sleep like this.

A quick twist put her on her back so that she could kick off the covers. She grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled them all the way off along with her panties. Her legs came open, letting the swamp of her cunny feel the AC's cool chill. She split her fingers around the flanks of her flower, gently squishing the flesh. Her teeth sank into her lip. "Mmm." She thought about hunky men, nude hunky men, hung nude hunky men.

It didn't work. Every sexy thought she conjured up was instantly replaced by the Brood Mother and her tentacles. Any penis penetrating her transformed into a slimy purple appendage. Dipping her fingers and parting her cunt inevitably made her think about an oncoming egg desiring her incubation. "Fuck..." She opened her eyes and looked over at the lava lamp. That eerie purple glow painted the walls and floated a menagerie of globular shadows. Her begging screams for the Brood Mother's eggs echoed through her mind. Her finger dipped into her womanhood.

I wish I was back in that cave.

She closed her eyes and parted her maw. Her paw formed a slight circle around her pearl, earning a few soft gasps. She didn't bother thinking about any kind of man or woman, but instead focused wholly on the Brood Mother. Her two digits became a writhing tentacle which prodded her flower, looking for a place to roost. They crept deeper, brushing her G-spot. "Ohh..." She opened and closed her fingers, simulating a throbbing motion. The tentacle was getting deeper and deeper, edging towards her womb.

Her free paw slid underneath her back and came up from between her legs. She stuck her middle finger into her tail hole. "Nnh..." Both paws rolled and jabbed in unison, jostling around the flesh at her whimsy. "Yes... Ohhh... Yes..." The soft schlick of her cunt sounded through her bedroom, not quite echoing like it would've through the cave. Regardless, it resembled the sound the tentacles made when they rammed themselves into her holes. "Ohh! Huhhh! Yes! Ohhhh..."

The egg swerved down the tentacle in her cunt. It breached her flower and thrusted through her cervix, bloating her tummy. "Ohh! Ohhh! Yes!" Another egg went into her ass, settling within her stomach. "Mmmmmmm... Huhhh!" More piled into her, following the rhythmic squelching of the Brood Mother's direction, pumping Selena full of children fated to grow big and strong within her. "Huhhh! Huhhh!" She fingered herself faster and faster, bouncing her hips on the mattress. "Nnnnnnnhhhh~!"

She slowed to a stop, panting hard. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Fuck." It wasn't working. No matter how she jabbed or hooked her fingers, they were nothing like what the Brood Mother had given her. Her imagination could get her far enough to cum, but nothing quite like the Brood Mother could make her do. She had to step up her game.

Selena rolled out of bed and stomped towards her closet. She pulled it open and rooted around for a few moments, tossing aside some loose clothing. "Ahah!" She uncovered a fat black butt plug and a bottle of sex lubricant. Her tail ribbons fluttered behind her as she practically flew back to the bed and hopped back on it. A flick of the thumb uncapped the lube which she squirted a dab of into her paw. She smeared it along the plug then onto her pucker. Leaning back, she brought the dense silicone to her backside and pushed. "Mmm." Her sphincter dilated gradually until it met the girth of the plug and swallowed it down to the base, leaving nothing left but a black button covering her crater.

With it came a sizzle of delight that radiated up her bum and through her nethers. "Hoooooo, that's it." Closing her eyes helped bring the image of a tentacle sliding into her ass more accurately than before. But she wasn't done, not yet. She hopped onto her back and opened her legs again. That slender tail of hers curled upwards, forming a thick noose whose tip landed on her cunny. "Uhhh..." She danced it around, mushing the moist lips around before she penetrated herself. "Ohhh... Huhhh... Yes." Her head fell back onto the mattress with her jaws agape. This was it. This was what she needed.

The tail slid deeper, gaping her vulva to its absolute. Her legs parted on reflex, making way for the Brood Mother's intrusion on her womanhood. To her there was not a tail but a tentacle inside of her, ready to deliver the first egg. It pulsed deeper, clenching its muscles to simulate a gushing throb. The result was a body-shimmering shudder of delight. "Huhhhhh, yes..." Selena's tail started beating into her, schlicking her cunt and drawing an even heavier flow of love juices. "Yes! Huhhhh... Oh my God!"

Her imagination reformed the bedroom around her into the cave. Beneath her was not a soft mattress but a tough rock floor. The pillows surrounding her were in fact a forest of mushrooms displaying their bioluminescence. Her moans were not absorbed by her bedroom walls but echoed through the yawning cavern nearby, pardoned off by the Brood Mother's behemoth frame. The bubbling orbs of purple lava in her lava lamp became the eggs descending into her chalice where she would foster them as her offspring.

"Huhhh! Huhhh! Ohhhh!" Her tail went faster. The Brood Mother was demanding her climax. The colorful tip of her tail jammed into her repeatedly, smothered in a thickish coating of her fluids. More of it seeped down her parted buttocks, meandered around the jutted base of her butt plug, and puddled onto the sheets below. The muscles lining her inner thighs bulged outwards. Her toes curled and uncurled. The sheets nearly ripped when she grabbed them with her claws for dear life. The pitch of her voice approached an almost undetectable apogee alongside the final spike of her pleasure. "Huhhhhh! Huhhhhh! HUHHHH!!!"

Her orgasm hit hard, forcing her tail to fly out of her cunt and slap down on the mattress once her spasms started. She was thrown into a steep arch, dragging her heels across the sheets and sinking the top of her head into the mattress. While a doleful cry of joy soared out of her, a bubbling shot of water spewed from her cunt, arcing through the air and thudding onto the carpet several feet in front of her bed. Her hips jerked and bucked erratically along with the rhythmic bulge of her pussy whose angelic spew would stop and then resume abruptly before deescalating into a glorified sputter.

"Ohhhh. Ohhh. Ohhhh. Huhhhhh..." Selena took several moments to settle down, rolling from side to side with her paws over her gurgling cunny. She bit her lip and whimpered throughout the winding descent from her climax. With such a brilliant bliss echoing throughout her body, all that was missing was the weight of a hundred eggs clattering together within her womb.

She came to a rest on her back, murmuring softly and rubbing her paw down her crease. "Whooo... Whooo... Ok. That was nice. Mmmmm." She looked down the valley of her tummy and saw the damage she had done to her tail and the bed. "Ahh, shit." Probably should've done a better job getting ready. Putting a towel or two down might have helped. Then again, I'm pretty long range. She groaned her way out of bed. "Ah!" There was the kind reminder that she had a plug in her butt. She reached underneath her legs and pulled it out, bowing out her pucker and leaving it feeling pliable. It was left in the sink of her bathroom where she planned on cleaning it in the morning.

In fact, she probably wouldn't be doing any cleaning that night. After a very brief stint in the shower and a thorough toweling down she sleep-walked her way to her living room and plopped down on the couch where she huddled underneath a thick blanket. There she closed her eyes and went to sleep, secretly hoping that the Brood Mother was still waiting for her.

THE END