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Re: Mistress of the Jungle (xgkf) GMed by thetwo
Ayame stepped back, startled, as the ground began to move. It was fortunate that Ayame had moved a few extra steps from the Shorn plant before starting, because the slave-girl took several steps backward to distance herself from the working. As it was, Molly remained outside the plant's range and was able to watch as the ground slowly reared up and then collapsed down again over several minutes, leaving behind a small earthen hut furnished with the roots and branches of nearby trees.
The working strained Ayame's ability with its size, but overall she was happy with it. The windows and door were as solid as they could be, given the wood and dirt construction. They wouldn't stand up to any sort of attack, but they were securely closed and wouldn't be opened accidentally. And certainly a newborn grabber couldn't hope to escape without growing up first. Molly entered at her Mistress's prompting and did as instructed, setting down the pack and taking a seat against the wall, her knees up and spread in a traditional birthing posture. "This one thanks you, Mistress. She has born the spawn of monsters before, but will never be used to it."
There wasn't any need to wait, as Molly's water broke almost immediately after. She went into labor, instinct and the pain of birthing helping her to push the foul beast from her womb. It came out all at once after several attempts, plopping onto the floor and immediately raising its grey body up on several tentacles and reaching towards its mother with others. The unhappy slave was paralyzed for the moment by the pain and ecstasy of birth, and as the little tentacles approached their target it became clear that intended to start its life by raping the woman who had borne it. Fortunately Ayame was ready, and pulled the thing away before it could succeed. It was still small enough that she was able to trivially kill it with her vines, and she discarded the body outside the hut, there being no chance of a usefully large greyheart in a newborn. Molly had gotten to her feet, and said "Thank you Ayame-sama. This one would have trouble killing her own issue, even monstrous."
As she closed the door, Ayame realized that it was her turn now. Pain spiked through her abdomen as labor began, and warm hands helped her down to the ground. Before she knew it, she had changed places with her slave. She pushed as hard as she could, and with an oddly arousing movement something left her body. Not a grabber, but a little seedling that even in her labored state Ayame recognized as that of a Shorn Weed. Another followed, and another, driving Ayame to orgasm. She lost track of time, and when she came to her belly was flat and Molly was holding together a pile of fourteen of the seedlings, which were slowly trying to escape. "Mistress? What should this one do!"
Ayame stepped back, startled, as the ground began to move. It was fortunate that Ayame had moved a few extra steps from the Shorn plant before starting, because the slave-girl took several steps backward to distance herself from the working. As it was, Molly remained outside the plant's range and was able to watch as the ground slowly reared up and then collapsed down again over several minutes, leaving behind a small earthen hut furnished with the roots and branches of nearby trees.
The working strained Ayame's ability with its size, but overall she was happy with it. The windows and door were as solid as they could be, given the wood and dirt construction. They wouldn't stand up to any sort of attack, but they were securely closed and wouldn't be opened accidentally. And certainly a newborn grabber couldn't hope to escape without growing up first. Molly entered at her Mistress's prompting and did as instructed, setting down the pack and taking a seat against the wall, her knees up and spread in a traditional birthing posture. "This one thanks you, Mistress. She has born the spawn of monsters before, but will never be used to it."
There wasn't any need to wait, as Molly's water broke almost immediately after. She went into labor, instinct and the pain of birthing helping her to push the foul beast from her womb. It came out all at once after several attempts, plopping onto the floor and immediately raising its grey body up on several tentacles and reaching towards its mother with others. The unhappy slave was paralyzed for the moment by the pain and ecstasy of birth, and as the little tentacles approached their target it became clear that intended to start its life by raping the woman who had borne it. Fortunately Ayame was ready, and pulled the thing away before it could succeed. It was still small enough that she was able to trivially kill it with her vines, and she discarded the body outside the hut, there being no chance of a usefully large greyheart in a newborn. Molly had gotten to her feet, and said "Thank you Ayame-sama. This one would have trouble killing her own issue, even monstrous."
As she closed the door, Ayame realized that it was her turn now. Pain spiked through her abdomen as labor began, and warm hands helped her down to the ground. Before she knew it, she had changed places with her slave. She pushed as hard as she could, and with an oddly arousing movement something left her body. Not a grabber, but a little seedling that even in her labored state Ayame recognized as that of a Shorn Weed. Another followed, and another, driving Ayame to orgasm. She lost track of time, and when she came to her belly was flat and Molly was holding together a pile of fourteen of the seedlings, which were slowly trying to escape. "Mistress? What should this one do!"