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feeling-pushy · 7 days

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Can I ask for Human+ Extra Big Baby+ Painful birth?

(unfinished, but I'm letting it free for y'all)

You're how long overdue?

Are you sure you're not having twins? Or even triplets?

No way you're only having a single baby!

Girl [gender neutral] you sure you still want to go through with a natural home birth?

Their eyes rolled as they scrolled through their feed, comment after comment pouring out pity for them under their latest photo, taken in the nursery they'd finally finished. It showed them, turned to the side to emphasize how big their belly had grown, one of their hands holding a basketball (that they'd borrowed from their roommate) in view of the camera, belly engulfing it easily, seeming nearly twice the size of it.

Charlie wasn't a model or anything, just liked keeping a blog for their pregnancy. And - by the way their following grew (just like their belly) - so did their followers. Yet, as their baby grew continuously and as they entered month ten of pregnancy, so did the pity of their followers. Most weren't as concerned, as long as they kept pictures coming for them to wank to (and they knew that's what they were doing, not like they themself didn't), and for that they were glad.

Their belly shifted as their baby moved, and a hand moved, rubbing over it gently. "I know, kiddo. Soon you'll be out, for sure," they whispered, pulling up the front of their dress to watch their skin stretch with the movements.

A humming breath, fingers tracing their stretch marks, as their belly tightened a little. "Real soon," they murmured, sliding their sweater back down to turn their attention back to their phone. A quick post, stating "Guess who's comin today!", and they let out their breath in a sigh.

Hours passed, contractions getting closer together, their belly reddening even more under the stress, when the door to the apartment opened. They looked up from their phone, smiling at their roommate. "Hey, Aspen," they say, watching as he toed his shoes off and crossed over to them.

"Hey, Charlie." He drops a kiss to their forehead, smiling at them. "How's the troublemaker?" He kneels between their spread thighs, cold hands moving under the hem of their dress, rubbing over their warm belly, causing them to moan softly at the sensation.

"Comin'." His eyes turn back to their face, smile dropping for a moment before returning, hands pausing their movement.

"Really? And you didn't text me?" He pouts, continuing to rub their belly. They shrug, biting the inside of their lip as a new contraction washed over their womb. A groan, their hands holding to either side of their belly on top of Aspen's, just the fabric separating them.

Aspen kept his hands still, leaning forward a little to press his forehead to Charlie's bump. "You've got this, both of you," he says, nuzzling their bump before turning his gaze up to their red face. They let out a sigh as the contraction finally lets up, hands slowly rubbing over their bump, lifting their dress back up to prop on top of it, exposing their bare bump to the air.

"Comin soon, didn't wanna bother you at work," they say, leaning back against the couch. "'Sides, I knew it'd be a while before we were anywhere close."

Hours later found Charlie on their side on the bed, pillow propped between their thighs to hold their hips open as they labored closer to full dilation. Aspen sat behind them, hands on their hips, pressing on them with each contraction, much to Charlie's relief. They had their arm curled under a pillow, other hand clenching the blankets around them in a tight fist as they groaned through a particularly rough contraction.

Aspen's thumbs gently kneaded at their back as he worked to help their pain some, if minutely. Charlie relaxed as the contraction eased, moaning softly. Aspen dropped a kiss to their shoulder, humming lowly. "How d'ya feel?"

Charlie turned their head to look at him, eyes bleary with pain. "Like I've got a boulder tryna come out of my pussy," they sigh. Aspen moved one of his hands, gently rubbing over the side of their belly.

"I'm sorry, Chars. Anything you need me to do to help?" A shake of the head, their pillow hand coming to hold his as their womb tightened again.

"Just what you're doin' already," they groan out, breath whooshing out when the contraction ended. "Actually, help me up, I- ouhh... I wanna stand, there's a lotta pressure buildin' up..." They push themself up as Aspen swiftly got up and rounded the bed to help them up off the bed.

They swing their arms up, holding onto him to keep steady, their sense of balance wonky with the weight shifting deeper into their hips. "Hips," Charlie whines softly, and Aspen follows their cue, hands going to their hips and pressing in, causing them to groan softly, head pressing against his sternum.

"Thanks, Asp," they sigh, shifting a bit on their feet, widening their stance more with a soft moan. "Shit," they groan, tightening their grip on his shoulders with the next contraction, which pitches into a gasp as fluid gushes from them, soaking the towels they'd placed down earlier for this exact reason. "Fuck!"

"Bet that feels good, yeah?"

"Shut up," they groan, knees bending a little as they finish working through the contraction. "Worse, hurts so much more."

"Almost there, need me to check you again?" They sigh shakily, nodding as they let up their grip, leaning against the bed to let him slip his fingers inside, groaning softly as his fingers slip in. "Nine and a half, we're so close, you're so close, I can feel their head."

He pulled his fingers out, hands going right back to their hips. "Ready to have a baby?" Charlie nods shakily, head tipping forward as their belly visibly shrinks under the next contraction, their hands clenching the blankets behind them tight. "Know what position you wanna be in?" They shake their head quickly, one eye peeking open a little to look up at him, face contorted in pain.

"Is it too late to ask for the tub?" They ask, half-joking, shifting to sit back on the edge of the bed, leaning back on their hands. Their belly had very noticeably dropped, hanging between their thighs as they panted a little for breath.

"It's not, do you want me to fill it?" Aspen asked, to which Charlie nodded. He nodded back, giving them a mock salute before hurrying to the bathroom, keeping on ear out for Charlie's groans.

A couple contractions passed as Aspen filled the tub, watching the water and checking its temperature to make it perfect for Charlie to give birth in.

"As-Asp! Fuck, 'm pushing!" His eyes widened as he quickly stopped the tap, running back to Charlie, offering his hand for them to hold onto. Their chin was tucked to their chest, jaw set as they bore down, groaning through clenched teeth. Aspen counted off in his head, watching Charlie's body work with the push.

"Good, that's a great push, Chars! Think you got one more 'fore the end of the contraction? Then I'll help ya to the tub, get you settled," he planned, free hand brushing some hair from their face as they panted a little. They bore down again, belly dropping more with each one, signaling to him that the baby was moving down, cooperating with Charlie's efforts.

They let up again, panting for breath, and Aspen gave them a moment before he helped them stand off the bed. "Think you can make it?" Charlie took a few staggering steps toward the en suite instead of answering him, and Aspen moved to help steady them.

They had to take a couple breaks to let Charlie push, but they made it to the tub without sight of the baby, though there was a bulge starting to grow between Charlie's thighs. Aspen pulled their sweater dress over their head before helping them sink to their butt in the water, settling on his knees to the side of the tub to braid their hair back.

Once that had been accomplished (and Charlie had pushed again), he settled into the water between their spread thighs, hands resting on their knees. "Alright, Chars, we're gettin' to the hardest part, you ready?" They nodded, hand moving to hold one of their knees back as they bore down. Aspen's hands cradled the insides of their thighs, holding them back more as their cunt bulged between them.

Charlie groaned loudly, gasping for breath, free hand moving to feel the bulge between their thighs. "Oh, oh gods.... oh my gooodss... it's starting to burn already, burns like a bitch!" They babble, fingers slowly, gently stroking their labia before their hand returns to their leg as they take a deep breath to push again. Their labia parted, a sliver of the head starting to peek from their body. Aspen's thumbs stroked their quivering thighs as he smiled up at them.

"I see them! I can see their head!" He cheered, and Charlie's hand moved, fingers stroking over the head before they released the push with a gasp, the head slipping back a little. It was still visible, if barely. Aspen smiled at Charlie, his hand moving to gently smooth his thumb over the head. “You’ve got this, Chars. Ready?” They blow through their lips, shaking their head a little.

“They’re huge, not g’nna come easy,” they pant out, belly heaving as they take a breath and bear down again. The head splits their labia more, pulling it into a teardrop shape.

"I know, but you've got this, yeah? You're already almost done with the hardest part, you're stretching around them wonderfully," Aspen encourages, rubbing the inside of their thighs. "Just keep pushing, they'll be here soon."

Charlie cries out, taking a quick breath and pushing again, the head slowly spreading their lips apart, blood flooding the skin, turning it red as the head forces free of their body.

"You're almost crowning, Chars! Almost!" Aspen's fingers move, gently rubbing at Charlie's labia, helping them stretch around the massive head. Charlie's face scrunches up as they push, head tipping back as they scream in pain, the head fully crowned in between their legs.

"Burns, they're too damn big!" They sob, panting heavily, belly heaving. Aspen looks at them over their belly, smiling softly.

"They are big, but you're crowning, you're almost done with the head! One more big push, Chars, then the head'll be out!" He encourages, hand gently cupping over the head. Charlie grunts, pushing hard, belly pushed out as they held their breath.

The head pops free, and Charlie gasps for air, hand shakily reaching to touch the head of their baby. Aspen guides their hand, cupping his over theirs on the head hanging from them. "Oh, oh my god... Oh my god, I'm having a baby," Charlie pants, eyes welling with tears.

"You are! You're having our baby, they're almost here! You're doing so well, just the shoulders left." Charlie nods at Aspen, shifting a little, water splashing against the ceramic of the tub as they push, one shoulder slowly stretching them out with a scream.

Aspen gently cups both hands on the baby, preparing to bring them up to Charlie's chest as they push one last time, yelling with the effort, their face and belly reddening under the stress. Their baby pops free, rushing into the water and Aspen's waiting hands.

He's quick to bring the infant up, resting them - her - on Charlie's chest, holding her in place as Charlie shakily brings their hands up to hold their daughter against their body, looking down at her as they sob freely, Aspen dropping soft kisses on both Charlie's temple and the baby's head. "You rest, I'll take care of cleanup, yeah? Just try to get her to latch, get her some milk. I'll go get you a snack."

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feeling-pushy · 8 days

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No Time To Hide

This was something I wrote for an Imagine You’re Pregnant prompt, original post here. Thought I’d make a side blog and post it here as well cos I really enjoyed writing this and might be tempted to write more birth fics

Eva opened the wooden window of her small cottage, letting the cool autumn air whip through her hair. The smell of woodland and damp grass filled her nostrils as she took a long, calming breath.

Describing herself as a green witch, Eva loved her little cottage hidden away from everyone deep within the rich forest. Coven life was never something that appealed to her; the idea of being constantly surrounded by other witches, their opinions and their magic, was torture for Eva. She much preferred her own company, free to live her life the way she wanted. Free to use her own style of magic, without the distraction or judgement of others. It was why she decided to live here in the heart of the forest. There was a river that flowed through the centre of the woodland, the ancient trees stood tall around her home, and the forest floor was packed with all manner of plant life. It was perfect; just her, the elements and Mother Nature.

Despite her preference of living alone, as time passed Eva began to yearn for something… it wasn’t romance or friendship, but the idea of a child. Children were never something she had considered, but as she grew older Eva had begun to see the benefit of having children. Someone to pass all her knowledge and wisdom to, someone to love and care for and share all that she’d learnt. She wanted to pass on this way of living, to create a legacy.

A few months ago, nine to be exact, she enchanted a local townsman - not that he would ever remember it. And now here she was, rocking side to side and cradling the underneath of her heavily pregnant stomach, preparing herself as birth drew near.

The cramps had started yesterday afternoon, small and barely noticeable at first. Eva had been terribly uncomfortable these last few weeks, suffering constant aches and twinges, so she did not immediately give them any thought. However when they got sharper and more frequent, forcing her to pause whatever she was doing, they soon got her full attention.

Not knowing how long this could take but knowing she would eventually lose mobily as her labour progressed, she collected all her preparations and got the supplies ready. Blankets, towels, sterilised medical equipment, all within easy reach in the main living room. Snacks and drinks lay available on the coffee table and a pot of hot water sat by the open fire keeping a constant warm temperature.

“Mmmnnngghhhhh” Eva moaned deeply as the latest wave peaked. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the window sill, jutting her hips back and swaying them slightly. The baby was low and heavy in her pelvis, the head pressing downwards as her body slowly opened up.

When the latest pain had eased Eva straightened and looked down at her swollen stomach, speaking lovingly towards her unborn babe. “You’re really coming aren’t you little one? I’ve not done this before so please take it easy on me.” Her child responded with a gentle kick prompting the witch to smile.

Over the next few hours Eva got into a good rhythm riding out the contractions, each one hitting sooner than the last and with incrementally more vigour. She paced, rocked, squatted, kneeled, trying to find any comfortable position to ride out the waves. Her low and heavy stomach made moving from position to position cumbersome; one hand staying on her bump or her lower back at any given time, while the other kept her supported on whatever furniture or surface was nearby.

As the contractions ramped up, creeping steadily towards unbearable, the witch’s teeth clenched tight and she growled behind them. Three minutes apart. Holding on to the back of her armchair Eva lowered herself into a deep squat. Sweat covered every inch of her body, her thin linen dress and underwear clinging to every curve of her fertile frame.

Her hips were in agony, the pressure building. She opened her mouth to wail but no sound came out, shocked into silence by a sudden burst between her open thighs. Immediately the pressure eased and Eva could catch her breath again. The wooden floor below her feet was soaked; her waters had broken.

“Oooooooh okay- We’re getting so close- Are you ready to come out now baby? I cannot wait to meet you.”

Eva stood up, cradling the curve of her spasming bump. Her bare feet stepped ungainly out of the puddle on the floor and she quickly threw a tea towel down to soak up the worst of it.

“It’s just you and me, little one. We can do this.” Eva reassured herself, rubbing circles around her swell, preparing for the intensity to soar now her waters had gone.

However, before the next contraction could strike the witch startled at the sudden loud interruption of ringing bells. Rapid and urgent, the piercing chimes echoed all around her cottage, howling through every room.

Witch hunter!

The enchantments set up around her hidden home in the forest hadn’t gone off in decades - she had almost forgotten the wards were still in place. And yet the incessant ringing immediately chilled her to her very bones, suddenly haunting her with long forgotten memories of the brutal murders of her fellow witches.

Her stomach clenched with a new, different sensation - fear. At any other time Eva would arm herself with weapons and potions and storm outside on the offence, making sure to take down her enemy before he had the opportunity to strike. But now… the pressing weight in her hips and the constant aching of her contracting womb showed she was in no position to attack, or even defend herself, if put up against a murderous witch hunter.

She had to get out of here. The warning bells throughout her home would soon reach the ears of the witch hunter and then he would beeline straight to her hidden sanctuary. She needed to find somewhere else to hide.

Distracted by the chimes, Eva was unprepared for the next contraction when it ripped across her body, rooting her to the spot. She doubled over in pain, palms planted firmly on her thighs.

“Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhh no-no-no-no……” she whimpered through strained breaths as the pain skyrocketed and her belly hardened. Panting heavily the witch ignored growing desire to bear down. Her waters had broken, she was probably almost fully dilated, if not already. But she couldn’t stay here. If she stayed, both her and her child would certainly be killed. She had to leave and find somewhere safe to deliver this baby.

After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally faded and she bolted straight out the back door of her cottage, leaving barefoot with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had wasted precious minutes since the warning alarm riding out that last pain - she couldn’t afford to waste any more time gathering supplies to take with her. Eva took off as quickly as she could, disappearing deep into the lush green forest.

She barely got out of sight behind the first set of oak trees before another contraction was already upon her. Two minutes apart. Leaning against the rough bark of the nearest tree, Eva squeezed her eyes shut and tried hard to swallow the whimper creeping out her throat. The unbearable pressure was demanding in its silent request and her knees trembled with the effort of ignoring it. The baby was so heavy, and dangerously low. Feeling like it would just fall out if she took a step too wide. Yet she remained strong, persevering and weathering the storm in her uterus, determined to keep this baby inside of her until she got somewhere safe.

The second the pain let up an inch the witch was on the move again running as fast as she could across the forest floor. Over ferns and moss, rocks and fallen branches, thankfully the hardened soles of her bare feet were used to the uneven terrain. She made sure to keep off the main footpath and stayed hidden within the dense trees, but it made for more of an obstacle course than she’d like. With added weight of her labouring belly she couldn’t move at speed and on a few occasions nearly lost her balance. But deeper and deeper into the forest she went.

The trees became her allies, providing cover and support when she was forced to stop with each new powerful contraction… 90 seconds apart... 60 seconds apart. A large, ancient willow tree with an unusually curved trunk was the latest comrade in her fight for survival. Eva had pitched herself within the alcove of the trunk, out of sight and leaning back against the bark, lifting the weight of her hardened stomach with both hands. The long hanging branches brushed the forest floor in a circle around her position, hiding the witch behind a nature-made curtain.

“Grnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Eva could no longer hold in the animalistic sounds of her extremely advanced labour. The baby was right there, nestled deep in her widened cervix, desperate to be born.

“Nooooooooo-please-baby-wait-a-bit-moreeeeeee-” she begged through gritted teeth. The next contraction started before the current had even finished and the need to push was too powerful to refrain. Knees bending and thighs widening, Eva’s body pushed of its own accord.

It felt right, pushing. It was what she was meant to be doing - to follow nature's primal instinct. And yet she couldn’t forget the very real threat of the witch hunter, still hidden somewhere in this forest, poised and primed to kill her.

The fierce contraction continued to hold her hostage. A long grunt escaped her mouth as her body pushed along with the pain.

“I can hear you, witch!” A gravelled voice taunted from across the thick forest.

Eva’s eyes widened and immediately clamped her mouth shut, biting her lips together drawing blood. Half squatting against the tree, every muscle in her body continued to strain as it forced the baby lower and lower and lower. She couldn’t stop pushing even if she tried. One of the hands cradling her stomach shakily ventured south, lifting up her dress and feeling between her legs. Through the thin damp fabric of her underwear she could feel the baby’s head begin to enter the world.

She panted silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The forest stretched out for miles, completely uninhabited in all directions; she was all alone. There was nowhere to go and no one to help. Heavily pregnant, being hunted, and seconds away from birthing this child.

A loud snap of wood echoed from a few metres away. Eva suddenly bolted like a startled deer, consumed entirely by fear and survival, and disappeared again into the thickened wood. She ran, wide legged, the heavy boulder of a baby’s head deep in her pelvis screaming to be born. Push! Her body cried out. Stop running and PUSH!

But she couldn’t. If she stopped she’d be dead.

Another contraction ripped through her as she ran. 30 seconds apart. Her muscles tensed and squeezed as she ran, her body trying to force the baby out despite the mother’s desire to hold on a bit longer. She could barely stay upright, the raw adrenaline no longer enough to keep this birth at bay. Her legs became jelly, all she could feel was pain and pressure and fear. Eva faltered, she couldn’t go any further. Out in the open she planted her hands against the nearest tree, widening her stance, and pushed. Hard.

“Mnnnnnnnrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”

More of her baby’s head began to appear behind the fabric of her tight underwear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh-Hecateeeeeeeeeeee!” she whimpered, praying to the deity.

Her baby was close to fully crowning, she could feel it. The white hot agony of being widened and stretched beyond anything she imagined made her eyes water and throat nauseous. She retched, a dry heave, and desperately tried to catch a breath through the dual need to push and the sudden urge to vomit. The texture of the rough bark beneath her palms was the only thing keeping the witch semi-grounded and preventing her getting swept away in the overwhelming sensations currently tearing her body apart. Still bracing the tree, Eva’s head dipped as she took slow deep breaths, ignoring the instinct to push in order to ride out the sudden nausea.

An ominous whistling sound drifted through the trees carried on the wind. Eva could barely hear it over the thundering beating of her heart, that is until she heard:

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice sang.

The witch hunter was close. But so was her baby... Eva felt between her legs again to evaluate just how bad her situation was. It was bad. Her underwear was stretched beyond repair as it housed a significant portion of her baby’s head, filling her cupped palm. Ignoring all the pain and her body’s pleas to push, she panted heavily and tried to think! She needed a plan to survive.

The witch hunter had physical strength, yes, but he did not know these woods like Eva did. This was her home, her sanctuary, and she knew every inch like the back of her hand. Beyond her laboured breaths and the unnerving whistling of the approaching witch hunter, Eva registered another sound nearby - the swooshing sound of running water. The river - she was by the river!

Lifting her head the witch frantically scanned the surrounding area, getting her bearings of where she’d ended up within the woodland. She was a few hundred yards from the river’s edge, about a mile from her cottage. It wasn’t an area she often visited because of…. That’s it! Okay, it wasn’t a great plan, and there was no way to know if it would work, but it was her only shot of survival.

She took a steadying breath through the current contraction squeezing her womb, fighting once more against the primal need to push. The baby’s head filled her underwear, millimetres from a full crown. If she pushed again there was no way she’d be able to stop until the head was fully born.

Whimpering through the pain Eva stood up straight, one hand staying between her legs, and she prepared herself to move. Just get to the river. She told herself before making her way unsteadily east.

The sound of rushing water grew louder as she stumbled slowly through the forest. One step. Another step. Nearly there. She knew exactly where to go, and where to avoid, desperately trying to stay focussed on her surroundings and not succumb to the agonising pain crowning between her thighs. Keep going.

“You can’t escape me, witch!” The voice threatened, getting closer.

Eva stumbled into the side of a tree, her bare shoulder scraping against the bark. Pausing, she took a brief moment to breathe through the pain. It was a mistake. The second she stopped to inhale deeply her body started bearing down again, forcing the baby down. Immediately the head came to a full crown in her damp underwear and she screamed.

“WITCH!” The murderous voice roared.

Eva turned and saw a flash of black leather through the distant trees, and it was coming her way. Cupping the baby’s head she tentatively wobbled forwards, knees trembling, staggering towards the riverbank. The blinding pain was constant, her eyes barely focussing. She had to make it to the exact right spot or her plan would certainly fail. Her footsteps were shaky but determined as she continued the last few carefully placed steps in her journey. Behind her the crunching sound of a disturbed forest floor drew ever closer.

Reaching the river’s edge Eva collapsed against the large boulder that sat on the grassy bank. She made it. Turning around against the stone, the cold granite pressed against her back as she faced the woods and waited for the imminent arrival of the witch hunter. But the baby’s head inched lower, her body stretched to its absolute limit. She wanted to cry, to howl, to scream. Instead she focussed inward, drawing on all the power from the earth under her feet, and taking a deep breath she finally, and intentionally, followed her body’s demands. Teeth gritted, a growl behind them, she pushed with everything she had. Her whole body trembled, bearing down against the pressure of the large round head slowly appearing between her thighs. The ears… a nose… she could feel it all. Her hands frantically scrambled under her dress and within seconds the baby’s head popped out into her underwear and she cupped it quickly within her palm. The relief was instant and for a brief moment Eva’s heart calmed as she held her child’s newly born crown.

The witch’s reprieve was short-lived as the approaching footsteps from behind one of the nearby trees resulted in another person soon entering the river's edge. The witch hunter was dark haired, full beard, but was not as athletic as Eva was expecting. There was sweat glistening on his temple and dripping down his neck, disappearing beneath a thick leather jacket. His mouth practically drooled at the sight of her and he gripped the long hunting knife in his hand. The lust for her death was haunting.

“At last… you’ve given it a good go, I’ll give you that, but you cannot escape your fate.” The man said as he took a step towards her, threateningly swishing the knife in readiness. “You are an abomination, evil incarnate. Witchcraft has no place here. My family has been taking your lot out for centuries. And it looks like I get the honour of not only killing you… but the next generation as well.” He glared at her pregnant swell.

“No- no! This- this child is innocent…” Eva panted, still holding the head of her half-born babe hidden under the draped fabric of her dress.

The witch hunter scoffed and took another two ominous steps in her direction through the fallen autumn leaves. Eva watched each step with a laser focus.

“No descendant of a witch is truly innocent.” He drawled, tilting his head with an unnerving animalistic incline. “Wickedness will run through its veins, there is no saving its soul.”

Eva couldn’t take her eyes off his feet, watching every step he took. She chose this location for a reason, knowing she needed to end up exactly here by the rivers edge - dangerously using herself as bait. His heavy boots crunched through the orange leaves, sauntering slowly towards her like he was toying with his prey. So close. Her heart stopped, breath held as Eva prayed to all the Goddesses for her plan to work. Then whoosh!

The witch hunter was suddenly hoisted in the air by his foot, caught in a primitive trap laid here many years ago by the previous inhabitants of these woods, whom were long dead and forgotten. The man roared as he was pulled sharply towards the sky, his arms flailing, the hunting knife falling from his hand in his shock.

Eva exhaled heavily and closed her eyes in pure relief. The steady thumping of heart pulsed around her body, beating once more now the immediate threat disappeared. The man yelled and shouted at her as he hung limply from the tree, but the sound barely registered with the witch. Her senses had been overtaken by the sudden movement of the baby, turning inside her, and an all too familiar urgent weight pressing down signalling her work was not yet over.

Eva tried to move but she was too far gone, too deep in labour, every muscle seemingly locked in position. “Unhhhhhhhh Hecate….. mnnnggghhhhh the baby- the baby is comingg…..” she whimpered, the pain splitting her in half as she was stretched once more with the baby’s shoulders. All her bodyweight was pressed back against the boulder, and she managed to sink towards the ground. Squatting deeply, her large rounded stomach rested heavily between her thighs.

“Ohhhh it’s coming…. I- need… mnghhhhhhhh I’ve got to… got to pushh...”

She ripped off her underwear as the next contraction started, freeing the baby’s head from the confines of the damp linen. With both hands ready to catch, the witch pushed with renewed determination. “Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!” One shoulder was out! Then the next shoulder. She took a breath, panting, holding the child dangling from her body. Eva became suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze and leaves, the nearby river and the crisp autumn air, all the elements surrounding them which her child was now being born directly into. Trembling, she beared down fiercely once more and within another few minutes a newly born witch entered the world.

Eva sobbed with relief, quickly pulling her daughter up over her stomach and placing her against her chest. The infant made a soft gurgling sound, her first breath, and then started to cry. To a new mother it was the most beautiful and reassuring sound in the world.

“Disgusting…. Filthy little vermin.” The witch hunter sneered with venom.

Eva had forgotten her audience and looked up with hatred at the man still swinging upside down from the tree. She held her baby tight and secure against her skin, as if shielding the child from the mere sight of him.

“You should drown that thing in the river.” He spat.

Red, blinding fury overwhelmed the new mother. With the pain gone and her baby safe in arms, pure fury raced through every pore of the witch’s body, consuming every atom of her being. Rising slowly, babe still clutched in hand, Eva approached the hanging man with eyes glowing with revenge.

“When I get free, I'm gonna enjoy splitting you from ear to ear!” He roared.

Her head tilted in observation watching the man’s disgusting arrogance in his determination to kill her despite still struggling against the rope binding his leg. Apparently unaware his threats were idle and his attempts to escape the trap were futile.

The witch bent down carefully to pick up the large silver blade that had fallen amongst the browning leaves. The man didn’t see the new mother pick up his weapon, and didn't notice the switch when the hunted became the hunter. Eva stalked silently, murderously towards the hanging man.

Before he could open his mouth to mock or belittle or challenge her, Eva’s hand swished past his vision in a flash, the blade gliding through the witch hunter's throat like a knife through butter. The man’s eyes widened, taking a heartbeat to register what just happened, before the cascade of blood erupted from the open wound and he began to choke and splutter.

Eva dropped the knife.

Delicately readjusting and shhhing the newborn cradled in her arm, she took one final look and started their journey back to the cottage. Eva found comfort in the sounds of the forest; of the flowing river, the whistle of a breeze, and the drip drip dripping of her enemies blood now pooling onto the forest floor.

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feeling-pushy · 8 days

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Chez in B2 or Jaden in B4 (monsterexer meme)

Decided to go with Jaden! (but i may get back to Chez and that outfit in the future) Hope it's okay that i changed it up a little bit!

(outfit meme!)

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feeling-pushy · 15 days

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Course gotta draw some cute belly art of my boy Montanha~! He doesnt know what he's having, but he knows that they are gonna be as tall as their pops based on how heavy this belly ends up being~

#my artwork #sketch #my ocs #Montanha #preg kink #male pregnancy #mpreg #tmpreg

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feeling-pushy · 16 days

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I love the concept of someone getting pregnant and giving birth in a post apocalyptic setting. There's so many possibilities.

Maybe they end up mysteriously falling pregnant with a brood of huge, monstrous creatures that grow rapidly to full term within a day or two. They can't see what they're giving birth to with their massive belly in the way, but they can feel how large the things coming out of them are, and the tentacle-like appendages wrapping around their thighs as the first creature tries to pull itself out of them.

A setting like this would also usually mean limited to no access to medical care. Someone could live miles away from the nearest doctor, and might not realize they're pregnant until it quickens or they begin to show.

I also love imagining someone massively pregnant in a wasteland, struggling to waddle along in search of assistance, before getting stuck giving birth in some dilapidated shack. They may have had to hide from some threat, only for their contractions to start getting more and more unbearable, with them doing their damndest to stop from making a noise, trying as hard as they can to keep themself from pushing, long after their water has broken.

#love this #litterally one of these plots is the plot to my post apocalypse mpreg story lol #hiding from a threat #no access to hospitals #gotta birth alone #good stuff right there lol #pregnancy kink #birth kink #reblog

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Once Rosie died Montanha, in his grief, did not make the best choices. One of those being the risky choice of finding a stranger to propositioning himself for sex. He very much could've gotten himself killed doing that whether that be via a Creature, or picking to sleep with a crazy person. But he wasn't really thinking about that.

He just wanted to fuck the pain away as it were. But of course their ain't any condoms in the apocalypse and you know what they say, it only takes one time....

#nsfw #my ocs #Montanha #mystery man #sketch #preg kink #male pregnancy #mpreg

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More backstory for my character Montanha! This comes at least three years after the events of "The Day The World Ended" fic I wrote. It also fallows the tragedy of Montanha losing his bestest friend in the whole wide world. He is left pretty broken after this and it leads him to making several bad decisions afterwards especially of the accidentally getting pregnant kind 👀

#sketch #comic #prelude #my ocs #Montanha #Rosie #Creatures #apocalypse #alien apocalypse #preg kink #male pregnancy #mpreg

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The Day The World Ended

(a fanfic of ocs that I post about on my BlueSky account. fallow me there if yall want all the pictures and other details that I share on there.)

This is prelude to the story of one of my ocs Montanha and what leads him to making the choices he dose and winds up being a pregnant trans man in an apocalypse UwU.

Also please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes, I comb over these things multiple times and yet I always miss a couple of things :p

He couldn’t help but let out a yawn as he walked threw the small parking lot, stretching out his back and arms to shake off the fatigue. He may have stayed up too late again, he couldn’t help it, once he got into bed he always tells himself he’d watch one or two of those restoration videos.

But always he’d end up not just watching a guy restore an old gumball machine, but a ps1 as well, then the suggestion feed will suggest his favorite craftier restoring squishes and well, those are usually short. Next thing he knows it’s almost one in the morning and he’s got five hours till he gotta wake up for work. So, he had no one to blame but himself. And the YouTube algorithm.

Well, whatever, that was what the coffee was for, he thought as he chugged the warm cup as he stepped inside and headed for the backroom to hang up his jacket. Now his obnoxious red work shirt stands front and center, though it did compliment the orangish brown of his skin which was nice at least. The stores logo sat over the left breast side, while his name ‘Montanha’ on the right. Clocking in on the digital timecard he heads for the loading zone to see what needs to be moved.

There were already two other employees back there and the three of them quickly coordinated and started moving stuff around. First thing Montanha moved was some big bags of feed, loading about twelve onto one of the platform dolly’s before heading inside to the store to taking them to the right aisle, two more than the regulation ten, but he was strong enough to handle the extra weight. Helps him get his work done faster.

As he was moving stuff he did get stopped by a costumer, some old lady who smiled at him sweetly, “excuse me hon, would you help me reach something off the top shelf?”

“Yes ma’am I sure can.” He says fallowing her to the shelf in question. Naturally, the thing she wanted was at the top, but Montanha grabbed it with ease, barely having to stretch to get at it.

“Oh thank you’ the lady said as Montanha handed her the item, ‘you really are quite an impressive height young man. How tall are you?”

“Six eight ma’am.”

“Oh! That’s quite tall!”

“Yep, makes finding jeans a hassle, but I manage.” He jokes.

“Well, you have yourself a good day hon.”

Montanha smiled and told her to have herself a good afternoon before she puttered off and he went back to loading heavy containers on a shelf. He did honestly enjoy taking a minute to help people and talk to the older folks that come into the store. Lot of old farmers and their wives, or gardeners. They were always impressed by his height and were always kind, even the grumpier ones, though that may have been because they were slightly intimidated despite his best efforts to come off as friendly.

Still, that was always why he tried to get the loading and unloading done quickly. Because if he did he could just walk around the store and help folks or go to the front and chat it up with his co-worker manning the registers. So, he doubled his pace to get that all done.

By noon he had gotten all the shelves stocked and deliveries loaded on the trucks so he was currently talking with the two people in the front. The one he was more familiar with was Steven who was around his age, and though they never hung out outside of work they kept saying they would, eventually. The other was a girl named Rosie, she was pretty new to the job and was still in high school if he remembered correctly.

“Hey so what’s your plans for the week?” Steven asks, since there was no one around he was fucking around with the conveyor belt and moving a packet of mint gum down the thing, before placing it back at the beginning and doing it again.

“Hmm I donno, I got Wednesday off this week so I might go out? Or I might veg.” Montanha replied just watching Steven continued to fuck around with the gum. He glanced over at Rosie, “what about you?”

“I got school…” she sighed, she rubbed at her freckled face trying to wipe away the fatigue.

“Fuckin rip man, school’s always a bummer.’ Steven says, ‘glad I don’t gotta do that shit anymore.”

“I’ll second that.” Montanha says as they both high five.

“Well at least I still got summer vacations.” Both men both physically recoil at her harsh but true words. Both felt the ache of longing for those bygone summer vacations.

They all interrupted when they hear someone clear their throat, making the three turn their heads to see their manager Pam. She was just a picture-perfect example what happens when a Karen became a manager, an absolute pain.

“I don’t believe I pay you three to chit chat.’ She looks at Steven and Rosie, ‘if you’re not checking out customers. Then you should be cleaning your stations.” Rosie was quick to start cleaning, which did appease the dragon, but she still gave a fiery look to Montanha, “And what should you be doing right now?”

“Well, I already did all the moving, and theirs currently three customers in the store and I’ve already helped them. So, you tell me.” He said his tone challenging.

He knew he shouldn’t be poking the bear, but he just really didn’t like her, so was always more willing, if not happy to, butt heads with her. Consequences be damned. Besides any task she gives him he can get it done in a flash and be back to shoot the shit before she could blink.

“Well if you’re looking for something to do, why don’t you go mop the floors?” she smirked.

“Course ma’am.”

“And if you are done in less than two hours I’m making you do it all over again because you obviously didn’t do it correctly.” She snips, Montanha just rolled his eyes headed for the supply closet. As he passed the front of the store he stopped for a moment.

There were quite a few cars heading out today, so much so that there was a bit of a line forming, not yet bumper to bumper traffic but enough for it to be obvious that a lot of people were making a quick exit from the city. With the store being on the outskirts this was not a regular occurrence and made Montanha give pause. Montanha furrowed his brows as he felt some form of ominous tenson.

“Get going Montanha! You wanted something to do now go do it!” Pam yelled at him from across the store, knocking him out of his trance. Refocusing him back onto the task at hand.

As the next two hours passed, the steady stream of cars leaving the city dwindled. Returning to more normal but still pretty frequent trickle of cars speeding by. But still the air was charged with an odd tension, a palpable sense of unease that Montanha couldn't quite pinpoint.

As Montanha continued to clean the floor, he saw that one of the few customers that were in the store received a phone call. Their words starting off bright, but quickly becoming hushed as the customer's expression shifted to one of sudden alarm. In a swift, almost instinctive motion, they dropped everything they were holding—tools, supplies, even their phone—and headed for the door without uttering a single word.

The abruptness of the scene left Montanha and two other customers who were close by to witness it to look at each other in confusion. Turning to the two customers, an older couple that regularly came around named Jon and June and gave them smile to help shake off his unease. "That was kind of weird, don't you think? What got his trousers?" he joked halfheartedly.

“Yes certainly odd… And what a rude young man, leaving his stuff on the floor. I swear young kids these days think the working class are their personal butlers!” The Jon grunts, bending over to pick some stuff up. “Here, let me get that. Didn’t you recently throw out your back? You shouldn’t be picking nothing up!” Montanha says quickly coming over to take the stuff from the old man.

As he engaged in conversation with Jon about his back and fussed with him about lifting heavy things at his age, June's phone rang as well. The elderly woman picked it up and began to chat about something, and though he didn’t hear the specifics, but he did see as her face turned pale, a stark contrast to the usual color of her charmingly overly rouged features. She urgently interrupted the conversation.

"Montanha," she said in a hushed tone, "you need to tell people to get out of the store. Something's not right." The urgency in her words sent a chill down Montanha's spine, he looked at her with concern, "What's wrong, June?"

June, her eyes filled with concern, replied, "I'm not sure, but something's happening in the city. People are evacuating." Montanha furrowed his brow, puzzled. "That doesn't make any sense. There hasn't been any sort of emergency announcement on the radio in the store or on our phones or anything…"

Still, something just didn’t sit right with him, all those cars earlier in the afternoon, the urgency in June’s voice, the person who earlier exited the store in a rush, it just felt all wrong to him. So, despite the lack of official confirmation, Montanha decided to trust his instincts. With little hesitation he headed for the store's PA system. Taking a deep breath, he spoke into the microphone, "Attention, everyone. We've been advised to evacuate the store. Please make your way to the exits calmly and quickly." he says, keeping his voice calm and even, trying to sound official.

Hearing this the few people here began to leave the store, including Jon and June, who gave him a look that wished him good luck. Pam emerged and approached him with a pissed expression, "What the hell are you doing, Montanha?" she demanded. Steven and Rosie joined the scene, curious to see what was happening.

"I heard the city is evacuating. Jon and June got a call saying we should leave."

“Who the hell is- oh, never mind that! Of all the stupid stunts you’ve pulled this one takes the cake! You better give me a good reason why I don’t fire you right now.”

“Look, I don’t know what happening either. But I heard there’s an evacuation happening, so I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Pam crossed her arms, skepticism written all over her face. "I didn't hear any official emergency announcement. We can't just shut down the store without proper confirmation."

“Are you serious??”

The tension escalated as Montanha and Pam started to argue about the legitimacy of the emergency. As they bickered at each other Rosie began to grow increasingly anxious. Suddenly she pipes up interrupting their argument, "I-I think I need to go. I have to get to my parents."

Pam, maintaining her position, asserted, "No, you can't leave. You're still on the clock." Montanha, seeing how distressed Rosie looked, interjected, "Pam, come on! If something serious is happening, she should be with her family. We can't just ignore that."

Pam shot back, "Montanha, we can't shut down the store based on hearsay. We need official confirmation. For all I know this is just some little prank you’re pulling just to piss me off!"

Rosie, near tears, looks at Pam, "I don't care if it's a prank! I-I just want to go home!"

Pam, unmoved, insisted, "Rules are rules. You’re staying, unless you want to get fired. Besides you’re parents dropped you off here, so you can’t even go anywhere." She points out.

Rosie big brown eyes were full of tears and she was shaking, on the verge of crying. It broke Montanha’s heart to see her like that. He looked at Pam, “Then let me take her home Pam. I’ll work double shift; I’ll work on Wednesday this week and I’ll scrub this store top to bottom. Just let me make sure she gets home safe with her parents.” Montanha’s voice become soft as he asked her earnestly.

They locked eyes for a moment, Pam’s seeming to look for some sort of alternative motive in his, but finding nothing, Pam stoney disposition wavers and she gives in with a sigh. “Fine. Take her home… But I expect you back at this store to finish your shift and you’ll bet I’ll have an extensive list of things for you to do when you do.”

Montanha gives her a appreciative smile, she wasn’t as much of a jerk as he thought, “Thank you.” Pam just waves him off, “Just get going, before I change my mind.” Montanha nods and looks at Rosie, “Let’s go grab our coats.”

Heading out of the store, Montanha opens takes out his phone, “hopefully the buses hasn’t been shut down yet, our it’s gonna be one hell of a walk.” Rosie puts her hands in her hoodie pockets, the green of it complimenting her long red hair, and gives him a small smile, “thank you, for doing this for me…” Montanha smiles back at her, “hey it’s no problem, you’re still pretty much a kid, so you shouldn’t have to put up with bullshit during a potential emergency.”

“Hey, I’m no kid! I’m sixteen!”

“Ha, yeah, no. You’re a fuckin baby kid, sorry. Talk to me again when you’re twenty-one.”

Rosie looked like she swallowed a warhead as she pouted at him, “yeah like I’d still want to hang with your old ass at twenty-one. If you’re not in the grave by then grandpa.” She snips back after a moment. Some sharp words for sure, though they didn’t really affect him, as Montanha just chuckled in amusement, “Hey, just cause it’s true. Don’t mean it don’t hurt.” He jokes.

“Whatever. Can we go now?”

“Sure thing.”

Heading for the nearest bus station the two of them walked down the road, seemed like nobody was around, no cars or people or anything. Still the two of them walked by the side of the road. Rosie fiddling with a rose shaped necklace she was wearing, bored, fifteen minutes into the walk Montanha got a thought and looked to Rosie, “hey, why haven’t you called your parents yet? Maybe you should tell them you’re coming? Maybe they can meet us halfway and come pick you up?”

“Don’t gotta phone.” Rosie simply says. Montanha blinks in surprise, “seriously?”

Rosie quickly became defensive at that as her face flushed in embarrassment, “Yeah? and you don’t got a car, or else we’d be riding in it right now.” She points out. Once again Montanha physically recoils at her harsh but true words, “touché.”

“Yeah, I’m literally the only teenager in this damn city who doesn’t have a phone, it’s such a buzz kill, they said I couldn’t get one till I was eighteen!” Rosie complains, Montanha just lets out a long, annoyed sigh, but he then thinks for a moment and perks back up, “Oh, well then how about you use my phone? You can call them on this right?”

“Oh, yeah I can do that.” Montanha hands Rosie his phone and she punches in some numbers before holding it up to her ear. She stands there for a moment before frowning, “went to voicemail. Hold on let me call my mom then…” she repeats her actions, but again, after a long pause she frowns, “still nothing…”

“Maybe leave them a voice message then? They might be busy cause of whatever’s going on. I’m sure they’ll call back if they know it’s from you.” Montanha suggests.

Rosie nods and calls back one of the numbers again, after a moment she speaks, “Hello? Dad? It’s me Rosie. I’m calling you from a friends phone, I heard there was something going on in the city? I’m trying to head back home now. When you get this message please call be back at this number ok? I’ll be with my friend until then. Love you, bye.” She then ends the message and hands her phone over to Montanha, “thanks again…”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.’ As he says that they finally arrive at the bus station, but it already looked abandoned, ‘… Whelp. Looks like we’re going to have to walk to your place.”

Rosie lets out a loud groan.

Having no choice, the two begin their trek threw the streets, Montanha periodically checked his phone to ensure they were still on the right path. After a while, Montanha mused aloud, "You know, I can't read a real map to save my life. Always had to rely on GPS." Rosie, glancing at him, playful shrugged, "Does anyone even know how to read a map these days?" Montanha chuckled, "Probably just the old folks."

Their steps echoed softly against the pavement as they continued through the city streets, absorbed in small idle chit chat. The usual hum of activity that filled the air seemed oddly absent, and they tried to pay little heed to it at first. But with each empty street they passed, the sense of isolation deepened as their voices carry farther out in the stillness, echoing off the silent buildings.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to them that the city would be empty during an evacuation, but the two of them never truly expected to realize just how empty, empty would be. As they rounded a corner, the city stretched out before them, a ghostly expanse devoid of life. Rosie hugs her arms as she walked just a bit closer to Montanha, “Man, feels weird to see the city like this…”

“Yeah… But it’s kinda neat too. Makes me think we’re in “I Am Legend” in New York city.’ Rosie gives him a puzzled look, ‘you know? The one with Will Smith?”

“… You mean the guy that slapped that one comedian at the Oscars?”

“Oh my god…”

“What?? I’ve never seen that guy before! Was he in movies??”

“Yes he was in movies! A lot of them! He even was on a tv show, called “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.” Guy is literally a staple!” Montanha exclaims throwing his hands up.

“Well has he been in anything recently?” Rosie asks, Montanha opens his mouth for a moment, but then quickly shuts it as he starts to think. His brows furrowed and he runs his finger threw his messy, short, messy, brown locks, “uhhh… The live action Aladdin..?”

“Oh ew. The live action Aladdin sucked.” Rosie says scrunching her face. Montanha cringes slightly, “yeah I’m starting to realize it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in anything good…”

The conversation continued on like this, thankfully distracting them from the eeriness of the once familiar, but now empty streets as it cast it’s long shadows over them.

About halfway to their destination Montanha and Rosie decided to take a breather. They had been walking for quite a while and Rosie appeared visibly exhausted.

Montanha on the other hand, thanks to his more active lifestyle, had a considerable amount of stamina and showed little signs of exhaustion. So he was more concerned for Rosie as she sat on the curb of the streets and rubbed her legs a little, noticing she was still fatigue even after then minutes of catching her breath, “hey you doing alright?”

“Yeah… this is just, a lot, I mean I’ve hiked with my parents and stuff but we’ve been walking like what? Almost two hours nonstop? It’s making my legs a bit sore…” She says as she starts to gently stretch out her legs. "Hey, how about I carry you for a bit? I'm tall, and you're on the smaller side. It would give you a chance to rest a bit longer."

Initially reluctant, Rosie eventually agreed, and Montanha squatted down for her to get on his back for a piggyback ride. Once she was situated Montanha stood back up with extreme ease and started to walk. Rosie, taken aback by his strength as well as high up she now was, couldn't help but comment, "Whoa, you're freakishly strong and tall. How did you get to be this way?"

Montanha stopped for a beat, but then continued on as he chuckled, "Lotta strength and stamina training. Plus, genetics I guess. I’m just… Lucky, I suppose." He says trying to keep his tone casual despite a small strain in it, something that Rosie didn’t seem to pick on as she seemed satisfied with that answer.

With Rosie on his shoulders, Montanha continued to walk and listen to her as she started to talk about nothing in particular. But even as he listened, his mind couldn’t help but linger on her question, a dark look Rosie couldn’t see crossing his features as memories started to surface. But he didn’t let that effect his stride as he continued their trek forward.

Montanha carried her for about a half hour before Rosie told him she was good to walk again, so he let her down and once again they both continued on foot. Once again they chatted about nothing in particular, as the city landscape slowly turned into a more suburban area, with nice houses and a park or two. Rosie shared some things about herself, favorite classes, what she thought about certain classmates. Montanha was content to listen, cracking occasional jokes.

Looking at his GPS again he made a sigh of relief, “looks like were only about half an hour till we get to your place.” Rosie also felt relieved, "Oh thank god! I'm so freakin' hungry and thirsty from all this walking." Montanha couldn't help but agree.

Just then a ringing cuts threw the air and the two of them almost jump out of their skin, instinctually Montanha reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. The screen was alight and the message “Unknown Number” flashed across it. “Oh! That might be my parents!!” Rosie says her face lighting up with joy, Montanha was quick to hand her the phone and Rosie was quicker to answer it.

“Hello? Mom? Dad??”

. . .

“Dad! Oh, thank God-ness! Thank goodness it’s you! Where are you right now? Did you and mom evacuate the city??”

. . .

“I’m actually kinda close to the high school, I’m about a half an hour from home.”

. . .

“Ok, where do you want me to meet you?”

. . .

“The crossroad between Skyway Drive and Alkali Creek Road? ok hold on.’ She pulls the phone away from her ear so she could put in the address, she smiled as she placed the phone to her ear again, ‘ok I got it put in the GPS, it says it’s also about a half an hour away. Will you wait for me there?”

. . .

“Yeah, ok… I love you dad.” Listening to the other end she furrows her brows for a moment, but then smiles as she hangs up. She then hands the phone back to Montanha. “So what’s the plan then?”

“They said their just outside town. Says their not allowed to come back in yet, so we gotta meet them there, I got the address put in though so we should be fine.” Montanha scrunched his nose, “Their not allowed in? Did they say why..?”

“Uh… I didn’t ask.” She sheepishly replies, he just let out a hum. For some reason he was getting another bad feeling about the situation. But he might just be paranoid, besides , she knew her parents better than anyone else.

“Anyways! I’ll totally ask my parents to treat you to some dinner or something when we get there, you’ve been a really big help so I bet they will!” Montanha chuckled, “Well I’m gonna hold you too that, cause I am craving a burger right about now…”

“Ugh me too! Lets go!” Rosie says there was a renewed skip in her step as he practically led the way. Montanha smiled at this, he was glad he could help her reunite with her parents.

Had this been a practical journey? Probably not. In hindsight Montanha may have gotten swept up in the moment when he decided to leave with Rosie. They should’ve just stayed at work and called her parents there. But something had just told him they needed to get out of that store. A feeling that he once again had to push down, wanting to trust the kid. So only with slight hesitation he fallowed her down the road.

Rosie's excitement radiated throughout the rest of the walk as she eagerly went forward, anticipating their arrival. Montanha couldn't help but find her enthusiasm contagious, and he chuckled, likening her to a child eagerly awaiting Christmas day or walking through Disneyland.

To pass the time Montanha asked a few more questions about Rosie. It was then he learned she liked to sing. “oh that’s cool, what kind of music do you like?”

“Oh, all kinds, though I like acoustic covers of songs. Cause then I can try to learn them on my guitar.” Rosie says nonchalantly.

“Shit you play guitar too?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Could I hear a bit of what yah got? No pressure if you don’t.” Rosie grins, “Yeah! I’m always down to sing, honestly I’d sing all the time if people didn’t find it obnoxious.”

“Well I love some good music, so let’s hear it.”

She grinned again before taking a minute to think of a suitable song, she eventually she settled on something as she began to preform her little piece. Her voice was soft and high, it was actually quite beautiful. “You look like an angel. Walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise. Oooo.”

Montanha was surprised by the choice of song but it made him grin as she continued. She, seemed to get more into it as her steps became a bit floaty and carefree. Her eyes closed. “I thought that I was in heaven. But I was sure surprised. Heaven help me, I didn't see. The devil in your eyes.”

She turned to him, eyes bright and her smile so big it even carried in her words, “You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise. Mmhmm hmmm, devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are! Devil in disguise, mmhmm hmmm. Devil in disguise.”

Montanha couldn’t help but give her a small round of applause as she finished, “wow, that was quite impressive.” A shy look crossed her face, “Yeah? You think so?”

“Hell yeah kid. Though I am surprised you know Elvis.”

“Uh, who doesn’t know Elvis?”

“Says the girl who didn’t know who Will Smith was.” Rosie rolls her eyes at that, “is it a crime for me to not be as into movies as you seem to be?”

“ Yes. It’s possibly one of the worse offences on earth.” Rose puts a hand on her hip, “Oh yeah? Worse than murder?”

“Oh, for sure.” Montanha states, but he couldn’t even look serious as he gave her a goofy grin. Rosie lets out a sudden laugh and upon seeing that Montanha can’t help but laugh too. Both of them tittering and snickering at the silliness of it all.

The moment soon shifted as they noticed they were close to their destination. About ten feet or so they could see two figures in the distance. Rosie face lights up at the sight and she starts to bounce on her feet "It's them!" She cheers as she goes running for them. Montanha quickly fallows her, not wanting her to go over there alone, suddenly afraid to leave her alone.

Throwing her arms up she barreled into the arms of her parents who embraced her as tears started to form in her eyes. “Mom! Dad! I missed you!” Montanha stood nearby as he witnessed the reunion. Still something gnawed at him, this was supposed to be a happy moment, so then… why did it feel wrong…?

After a moment, Rosie turned to Montanha, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend from my job. He walked me all the way over here." she says introducing him to her parents. Rosie’s father looked at him, “thank you for bringing her here.”

Montanha nodded politely before offering his hand to him, “I’m Montanha, it’s nice to meet you sir, Rosie is a sweet kid and a good co-worker.” The father just looked at Montanha's hand as he held it out, but he did not attempt to grab it. After a moment Montanha dropped it with a furrowed brow. Rosie’s mother looked to Rosie with a pleasant smile, “Lets go home now dear.”

“Oh, actually. Since Montanha went through the trouble of walking me here, do you think we could treat him to dinner or-”

“There is no time for that. We must head home immediately.” Her father says cutting her off. Rosie gave him a confused look, “But I thought the city was closed..?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just come with us.” Her father states with a bit of force behind it. Her mother wraps her arms around Rosie’s and begins to lead her away. Rosie glanced at Montanha as she did so, her eyes now holding some uncertainty and even a bit of fear.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. This did not feel right. But these were her parents, right? Suddenly he was unsure. So, without thinking he places his hand on the father shoulder, “hey hold on-”

His words died in his throat.

He could only stand here slack jawed as without warning; the father twisted his neck fully around like an owl to stare at him, the skin of his neck twisting as if it were a wrung-out towel. The eyes once a brown like Rosies were like two literal pinpricks as he stared at him. Montanha’s face paled at the sight as he and everyone froze for a moment.

Then, like the braking of a seal, several things happened in quick succession. The first thing being the father mouth unhinging like a snake as he went for Montanha’s face. Instinctively Montanha pushed him back and the father- no, that Creature – stumbled back. Not wasting the chance, he ran up and immediately punched it in the head, using his full weight and force to send it to the hard asphalt ground.

Rosie then screamed and he saw as the thing masquerading as her mother was trying to make a run for it with Rosie, but it was not able to get anywhere fast, as Rosie fight against her kicking and squirming to break out of its grasp. Montanha sprinted over and gave the thing a hard shove, sending this one to the ground as well.

With both creature on the ground now, Montanha didn’t want to wait and see if they would get back up. Swiftly grabbing Rosie's hand and running. His instincts were screaming at him to get away, and this time he did not ignore it, as they both sprinted off the road and down to the creek nearby, making a beeline for the nearest tree line. Rosie, her eyes wide with terror, turned to Montanha, "What the hell was that?" she cried.

Montanha, his mind racing, could only manage, "Not your parents, that's for sure." The gravity of the situation was sinking in, and the urgency to escape the unfolding horror fueled their frantic movements.

Montanha did not stop running. Even as they reached the nearby trees. Even when Rosie tripped and skinned her knee. Even as Montanha in one smooth motion, scoped her up and threw her over his shoulder to carry fire man style. He just kept running. Away from those Creature. Away from the city. And away from the life they knew.

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feeling-pushy · 20 days

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// mpreg | tmpreg | birth

New comic! Introducing a new OC of mine.

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feeling-pushy · 22 days

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Request #451

7. Can someone make a story about a witch who is in the middle of childbirth in her house right in the middle of great forrest, and then she sense a witch hunter runing fast into her place. She need to run away from them because it will be dangerous to fight them in her current situation. You can make the witch survive or not survive at the end of story (I perfer if the witch not survive tho). Thank you for this request

Author note: I’ve never answered a prompt before, or submitted a story here. Hope y’all like it.

(ModNote: The death tag is not for the main character or the baby, only for letting you know death happens at the end)

No Time To Hide

Eva opened the wooden window of her small cottage, letting the cool autumn air whip through her hair. The smell of woodland and damp grass filled her nostrils as she took a long, calming breath.

“Oooooooh okay- We’re getting so close- Are you ready to come out now baby? I cannot wait to meet you.”

Eva stood up, cradling the curve of her spasming bump. Her bare feet stepped ungainly out of the puddle on the floor and she quickly threw a tea towel down to soak up the worst of it.

“It’s just you and me, little one. We can do this.” Eva reassured herself, rubbing circles around her swell, preparing for the intensity to soar now her waters had gone.

Witch hunter!

Distracted by the chimes, Eva was unprepared for the next contraction when it ripped across her body, rooting her to the spot. She doubled over in pain, palms planted firmly on her thighs.

“Grnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Eva could no longer hold in the animalistic sounds of her extremely advanced labour. The baby was right there, nestled deep in her widened cervix, desperate to be born.

The fierce contraction continued to hold her hostage. A long grunt escaped her mouth as her body pushed along with the pain.

“I can hear you, witch!” A gravelled voice taunted from across the thick forest.

But she couldn’t. If she stopped she’d be dead.

“Mnnnnnnnrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”

More of her baby’s head began to appear behind the fabric of her tight underwear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh-Hecateeeeeeeeeeee!” she whimpered, praying to the deity.

An ominous whistling sound drifted through the trees carried on the wind. Eva could barely hear it over the thundering beating of her heart, that is until she heard:

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice sang.

Whimpering through the pain Eva stood up straight, one hand staying between her legs, and she prepared herself to move. Just get to the river. She told herself before making her way unsteadily east.

“You can’t escape me, witch!” The voice threatened, getting closer.

“WITCH!” The murderous voice roared.

“No- no! This- this child is innocent…” Eva panted, still holding the head of her half-born babe hidden under the draped fabric of her dress.

The witch hunter scoffed and took another two ominous steps in her direction through the fallen autumn leaves. Eva watched each step with a laser focus.

“No descendant of a witch is truly innocent.” He drawled, tilting his head with an unnerving animalistic incline. “Wickedness will run through its veins, there is no saving its soul.”

“Ohhhh it’s coming…. I- need… mnghhhhhhhh I’ve got to… got to pushh...”

She ripped off her underwear as the next contraction started, freeing the baby’s head from the confines of the damp linen. With both hands ready to catch, the witch pushed with renewed determination. “Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!” One shoulder was out! Then the next shoulder. She took a breath, panting, holding the child dangling from her body. Eva suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze and leaves, the nearby river and the crisp autumn air, all the elements surrounding them which her child was now being born directly into. Trembling, she beared down fiercely once more and within another few minutes a newly born witch entered the world.

“Disgusting…. Filthy little vermin.” The witch hunter sneered with venom.

“You should drown that thing in the river.” He spat.

“When I get free, I'm gonna enjoy splitting you from ear to ear!” He roared.

Eva dropped the knife.

Delicately readjusting the newborn cradled in her arm, and taking one final look, she started their journey back towards the cottage. Eva found a comfort and calmness in the surrounding sounds of the forest; of the flowing river, the whistle of a breeze, and the drip drip dripping of her enemies blood now pooling onto the forest floor.

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