Tablescraps 1001

When it happened you were terrified it was going to kill you. This monster that looked like a sheep, but was absolutely not, was fucking you from behind. Tentacles entangled in your hands to keep you held down as more flooded your insides, stretching you open so that the coming brood wouldn't break you.

You were so scared. Crying, unsure if this was better than the alternative. But what confused you the most was that it was whimpering above you. The monster currently fucking you like a feral animal, thrusts slapping against your ass enough to be heard, but it was whimpering. You swore you could almost hear the breathy sounds of spoken words.

It almost sounded like "I'm sorry."

But then your body was flooded with eggs and you couldn't focus on anything other than the pressure and tight, near pain, pleasure as you were turned into a vessel for a monster brood.

Before you knew it, the thing was gone and you were left to figure out the way back home yourself.

It was pure luck that you were close enough to a fence post to stand yourself upright. The weight of the eggs shifting with the change in gravity left you groaning. You nearly toppled over several times, even with the aid of the fence.

It took nearly an hour to get back to the farm house. You debated whether you were even capable of corralling the sheep back in their pen, but ever aching step only assured you that the task would be impossible as you were now.

When you laid down on the couch, too tired to get undressed or go upstairs to a real bed, you prayed that your flock wouldn't get lost while you rested. You felt a pang of guilt at the thought of coyotes getting to them, but exhaustion won out. And the next time you opened your eyes, it was day.

That's when you learned just how different your life was going to be from now on.

You still hadn't showered or gotten undressed. You quickly grabbed some kitchen towels and made a sling for your gravid belly (hunger be damned you needed to get your flock back to safety). The plan was to call for help, your nearest neighbor was a older farmer that you knew had an arsenal of weapons that could deal with the thing that did this to you. But when you looked out the kitchen window, the sheep were there. In their pen.

As if somebody had gone and put them their while you were asleep.

You waddled your way outside to check on what was going on and indeed, from the view of your porch, all your sheep appeared to be safe and sound. Not only that, but laying discarded on your porch step were a couple of dead coyotes.

It didn't take much to puzzle out what was going on.

This monster had not only set to breed you, but was intent on helping you through the pregnancy. In it's own odd way.

From then on you gained an odd relationship with the monster.

You woke up only to really eat and make sure everything was up in order. You started out weary of walking amongst the sheep, but after the fist week of nothing happening, you slowly relaxed. The trips to grocery store were the worst. You were always exhausted, the weight of the eggs was not something you were easily adjusting too. Not only that, but it made you constantly hungry. The eggs were just in need of fuel as you were.

You took to wearing thick jackets and ignoring any eye contact any time you went out in public. You were thankful when the summer months waned into cool fall.

You hadn't seen it in months, but you saw the sheep grazing out in the pasture. If you stared out long enough you thought you'd catch one odd one not acting like the rest. One that would walk around and not eat any grass. But soon they would be too far away to be able to confirm your suspicions. They'd always walk back before the end of the day. Never saw what closed the gate to the pen.

As the months dragged on you adjusted to the weight and started being able to walk for longer. You practiced, waddling around from room to room, building your strength. It was those moments, alone in the house, that you caught yourself cradling your belly.

It had started as slow, rubbing touches to soothe the tenderness of your taut skin. But then you began rubbing whenever you weren't focusing on some farm task. Just resting a hand over your belly and tracing along each indent of the eggs held within.

You thought about why you hadn't contacted someone yet. Embarrassment was what you convinced yourself at the start. But now that winter was starting to settle in, you found yourself wishing you had a partner to share some warmth in. What was going to happen when the eggs needed to be laid? How were you going to take care of them... alone.

That night, in the freezing cold, you went out to the pen where the sheep slept. You grunted as you laid down next to the huddled pack. Their wool was what was keeping them warm, you didn't only had the jacket and mittens. Your gravid belly pushed the fabric outwards, preventing you from truly being covered. But you were determined, you grabbed a blanket and tried to get comfortable amongst the herd.

"What are you doing?" a voice called out.

Your blood ran called. You knew who it was.

You didn't really know how to respond. What were you doing? This thing that had done this to you might not have hurt you, but it definitely wasn't benevolent. Why were you out here in the freezing cold amongst a herd of sheep and one monster that's already shown it sees you as just a body to use.

"...I'm tired of being alone." Is all you say in response. Nothing responds back for next minute. Ten minutes. Twenty.

This was stupid. You never should have tried this. Your freezing your ass off and for what.

You grunt as try to stand yourself up, only to blush in realization that you can't. You're going to have to crawl the nearby wall in order to do that just like you did months prior.

You want to scream. This monster did this to you. Why? Why couldn't it have fucked off and gone somewhere else. Why did it stay? Does it enjoy watching you struggle everyday to do normal tasks? Does it take pleasure knowing you have to walk around in public like this?

Does it know that you've thought about names for your potential offspring.

You tremble as the tears form in your eyes. What an embarrassment.

The bump at your head shocks you from your thoughts. You look up to see one of your sheep. No. Not one of them, that thing that did this to you. Its wool hangs off it's body just a bit more limply than real wool should. It's legs a bit too muscular. It's face, that of what sheep should look like, has a deep line through the middle. An odd birth defect if you didn't know what you where looking at.

The face parts like a flower before closing, the odd shape acting as a mouth to form words: "I'm sorry."

It doesn't give you time to process what your looking at before its body creaks and where the was once hooves, there's claws. Where it was once on all fours, it stands on two. You can now see it's underbelly, covered in round balls that glow faintly in the moonlight. Eggs.

It picks you up easily and walks away from your sheep back to the house.

"You still have more eggs?" You ask tensely. You're afraid that it's gong to try and fill you with more.

"I grow more every time I lay. These have been growing since the first time you saw me." It responds coolly. Tone not giving anything away.

The first time you saw me. That's certainly a way of putting it. You had been sheep herding for years now. How long had this monster been in your herd? How long do their eggs take to grow? How long until it needs to fill you again...

It lays you down, upstairs in your bedroom. The thought that it knew the layout of your home should be concerning, but something else was pressing at your mind, "Please stay." You grabbed hold of a clawed hand when you saw it motion to leave.

"You don't want me staying in here. You're afraid of me."

You scoff, suddenly growing bold. "If you go back out there in the cold, I'll go back out too. I meant it when I said I'm tired of being alone." You blush and turn your head, "It'd be nice if I had someone to spend the night with. At least." It was as far as you'd go as to admit that you wanted this monster to stay with you.

It takes the hint, sliding into bed awkwardly, as if its never laid in one before. It probably never has.

They probably never had, you correct yourself.

"Can I touch you?" You don't know where the question comes from. It's the middle of the night. On a normal night, you'd be sleeping right now. But this isn't normal. And you aren't letting a chance like this slip by.

You stare at the shape of their head undulate: "You may."

The permission unlocks that unending curiosity within you thats been edging to come out since your life took a turn. You press your hands over their muzzle, down their neck, onto the swaying eggs on their stomach, then you hear them growl. Tentacle's wrap around your hand push them gently away. "You don't want to touch me there."

"Why not?" It's a genuine question. You push back against the tentacles and rub lightly onto the eggsac.

In a flurry of movement that leaves your belly sloshing heavily on top of you, the monster pins you down by your arms on to the bed. Their heaving breathes leaves its mouth drooling over your face. You stare into their eyes and something clicks between you.

The night is spent with them inside you on every surface of the house. They toy with the plug inside that keeps the eggs secure, and you can only keen in their embrace. They mark your body in scratches and bites, patterning your skin so that everyone will know who you belong to. You lose count of the amount of time you cum on it's many tentacled appendages.