lWoD Changeling: The Brown Seed

lWoD Changeling "Bridget & Liz": The Brown Seed
(Aphrodisiac, Preg, 'egg-laying', Changeling)

Bridget had taken to looking out the window for long stretches of time. Not that their window had a nice view, but if you squinted, you could see the treetops of the city park over the roof of the next apartment building.

She put a hand to her stomach. It had noticeably expanded since that ‘incident’ 9 days ago. Wherever she went, old ladies would ask her, ‘how far along are you?’ Fuck old ladies. They always looked so confused when she told them off for assuming she was pregnant. It was none of their business either way. No old lady, I was attacked and seeded by a sentient goblin tree. Mind your own business.

Liz came into the room and sat down at the table with a tablet.

“I think I’m going to go for another walk,” Bridget said absentmindedly.

Liz looked up at her, then back down to her tablet.

“I feel cooped up in here, Liz. I’m not like you, I can’t hide all day.”

“You’re not going to the park,” Liz said in a flat tone.

That was typical Liz. She stated what she meant, never any tricks, or asides. It was the facts, stated plain.

Bridget’s stomach shifted, and her thighs squeezed together. She tried to ignore it, but something told her that something was coming.

Bridget knew Liz was better at this stuff. Ever since Liz introduced her to the weird world around town, she counted on her little Lizzie to keep her safe. Maybe if she had listened, she wouldn’t have a stomach that felt like it was filled with heavy stones.

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” Bridget asked. She didn’t mean to ask it, but the thought struck her, and came tumbling out of her mouth.

Liz’s eyes flashed to her. Were they red? No, she was imagining things. Sometimes when Bridget saw Liz in just the right light, she imagined she saw something different, scales, a forked tongue, radiant eyes. Usually when she was pissed.

“When I want to have children, you’ll know. You’ll be having them.”

Bridget lifted an eyebrow, “Oh I will? will…”

Her objection was cut short by a sudden surge of warm fuzzies in her stomach. Occasionally Liz said something cute, even if she didn’t realize it, or mean it.

“Bridget,” Liz said, “When you lay one of them, tell me where.”

Bridget knew exactly what she was talking about, but Liz’s direct method made her feel flustered.

“Nothing is going to happen,” Bridget said, “Don’t worry. I just wanted to take a walk.”

“Tell me immediately,” Liz added.

Bridget felt her chest burning, “Why? What are you going to do?”

Liz blinked, then looked at her tablet, “That isn’t important.”

“Would you hurt it?” she snapped, “Why would you…”

Why was she mad? These things were literally shoved into her. Unless mind-altering fruits count as a first date, she didn’t exactly consent to this. She wanted them gone as much as Liz did. At least, she wanted them out of her.

“Okay,” Bridget said.

That night, Bridget woke up covered in cold sweat. Her whole body felt moist, and as she shifted beside Liz, she wasn’t sure all of it was sweat. Liz’s arm was draped over her, so she took it by the wrist, and slipped from under her. She tiptoed to the living room, and looked out the window.

There it was, in moonlight. The park felt closer than ever. Hell, she swore she could smell it, pine needles and casual littering.

Her stomach shifted again, and this time it felt like something descended. She put a hand to her stomach, hoping that whatever she could do would stop the strange sensation building just below her distended belly.

Then she felt a trickle of liquid on her leg. In the darkness she looked down and could see the glistening liquid. It became thicker, until she couldn’t hide the fact that a small torrent was draining down both legs. She wanted to feel embarrassed, she was wetting the livingroom carpet, but instead she bit her lip. Her body felt warm, and her muscles were tense. As the last of the water drained from her, she couldn’t hold back any longer. A quiet moan left her trembling lips.

She squeezed her knees together, and tried to keep her balance. She covered her face as the blissful sensation washed over her. Then it was over.

It was time. Bridget grabbed her coat, keys, and phone, then left the apartment.

Walking was a bad idea. Every few steps another pulse of pleasure pushed through her. She leaned against a bus stop sign as her legs trembled. Her breathing was erratic, and she was lucky if she could walk in a straight line. If the PD didn’t catch her, some rapist would.

Still, eventually she made it. Close cut grass, a few trees for effect, and a rarely used baseball diamond. The city park wasn’t exactly the goblin garden where this all began. Still, it would do.

“What do I do?” She whispered to herself. Her fists were clenching and unclenching, her knees knocked.

Her stomach tightened to answer the question, and for a moment the cramp made her afraid she was going to extend her shame to making a mess of a public park. She crouched down, and her hands went to work. She clawed at the grass and dirt. Clumps flew left and right. Then finally she had a small hole dug out for herself.

It felt… right.

Another cramp, and this time a gurgling sensation in her gut. Something was definitely moving.

She slipped out of her soaked panties, and tossed them aside, then took up position over her hole. In that position, she could see her lower lips spread wide. Whatever was trying to come out, she didn’t know how it planned to fit.

The cramp came again, and she almost collapsed from her squat, a long groan continuing as she held strong through the odd mix of pain and pleasure.

It was going to come out, she wanted it out. She would put it in the ground, and then never speak of it again.

Was it just a seed? Did it need water? She was sure there were sprinklers in the park. If there wasn’t, just in case, she might need to…

No, she wanted it gone, and to never speak of it to anyone. Not even Liz.

“Look at you,” Said Liz, “You just couldn’t help yourself.”

Bridget nearly toppled over forwards. She looked over her shoulder, her face red and sweaty, and saw Liz approaching in the darkness.

There was that glimpse of something strange. Maybe it was how she moved, deliberate yet smooth. It made her seem like a cold and calculating animal. It gave her a sense of power that Bridget could never say no to.

“It hurts,” Bridget whispered as Liz walked around to the front of her, “I’m sorry I left. But now I can’t get it out.”

Liz kneeled in front of her, eyes locked on Bridget’s gaping entrance.

“It looks like you’re doing just fine. I can already see it.”

Bridget gasped, and leaned down further to look. There among the blushing pink between her legs was something brown. As she saw it, a cramp overtook her and she tried to bear down against it.

Liz shook her head, “Bridget bridget bridget, wide open like this, I can see how you got into this predicament.”

Liz smiled. Bridget had never heard her laugh. The smile was enough.

“Help,” Bridget whispered.

Liz leaned closer and brought her hand to Bridget’s exposed lips. Bridget shuddered as Liz’s fingers ran up one side, then down the other, circling and teasing her. She stopped on Bridget’s little button, a thumb playing with her, sending little waves of lust through her as the other fingers massaged her.

She felt sweaty. She felt fat, and sweaty, and in pain, and scared. Then Liz kissed her. A slow touch of the lips that brought her Liz close enough to smell her instead of the park. She still felt sweaty, but the rest didn’t matter as much.

“Push,” Liz whispered before she kissed her again.

Bridget pushed down once more. It was hard to concentrate. Each wave of pain was met with a strange wave of ecstasy. It was like the fruit that started all of this, it invaded her mind, it made pushing the only option. There was nothing but laying these, here and now. Except there was also Liz.

Liz’s fingers slipped inside her, pushing as far as they could against the foreign object trying to leave her. It felt like she was filled to capacity, the brown seed leaving her, and the fingers probing deeper. There was nothing else to feel but a growing sense of pleasure.

“It’s coming,” Bridget whispered as she felt it push against her entrance, push Liz’s fingers out of her.

“Let it come,” Liz said as she continued their kiss.

“It’s coming,” Bridget couldn’t help but repeat around her lover’s lips.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and every muscle in her body seemed to anticipate what came next. She could feel every detail of it, ridges and grains, as it pushed out of her.

Then with a wave of relief, it slid free. Bridget’s body shook as a sudden orgasm took hold of her. She could feel Liz hold her up as her own limbs went loose. Her mind went blank as a storm of pleasure took hold. Then a new pressure as a second seed rubbed against her entrance, then spilled free faster than the last.

Her body went limp and she laid in the grass. Liz laid above her, kissing her, wiping her forehead. Bridget could only smile.

“I did it,” she whispered.

“Yes you did,” Liz said.

Then she stood, and Bridget saw her look down into the pit. Liz’s face went flush with anger, and she began to stomp the seeds with the heel of her boot.

“Noooo!” Bridget screamed weakly. She sat up, but all that was left were large brown shards in a pit of dirt.

Bridget’s breathing started to return to normal, but she felt a tear coming to her eye.

“Two down,” Liz said, “We should go back home.”

“Okay,” Bridget said.

Liz helped her to her feet, and they walked back home.

So that was what Liz would do to them? Bridget knew why, but at once it seemed terrible.

She knew now that she couldn’t let Liz know about the ones she laid two nights before.