Lux’s labour

Lux puts her shaking hands on the massive bulge of her belly. The thought of expelling something that feels so huge is nothing short of terrifying. But having it stay there is hardly a more comforting thought.

“Do it,” she whispers. “Just get this thing out of me.”

“I will aid in every way that I can,” Sylvia says, softly. “But you will be doing the hard work.”

Lux watches with trepidation as the Hamadryad moves a hand over her, whispering her spell. There’s a glow of primal magic, a slight, oddly pleasant tingle – and – then –

The sensation is like no other. A sudden rush, a sharp drop in pressure – wetness between her legs. Disorientation coupled with relief that is quick replaced with a new sense of pressure. A deep need to push.

“It’s – oh, gods,” she groans, “it’s time – ”

“Not yet, child,” Sylvia says. “Just breathe for now. Steady.” She squeezes Lux’s hand comfortingly. “There is some way to go yet.”

“Oh, fuck,” Lux babbles, “fuck, fuck, fuck – ”

“Breathe.” Sylvia’s voice is calm, authoritative – impossible to disobey. “Steady. In…and out. Just like that…”

Focusing on the breathing at least takes Lux’s mind off the bizarre feelings of movement within her – that and the shock of the contractions that wrack her body from its core. She can feel the sweat pouring off her body as it prepares itself. A process that, in theory, is just what gods and nature intended – but surely not like this…

She doesn’t know how long it lasts. Time enough passes, certainly, to tell Sylvia all about how she arrived here, although Minn does most of the talking when Lux is repeatedly cut off by more urgent uses for her lungs. Time for that, and more – it feels like an eternity.

“I’m sorry that my daughters dragged you into this,” Sylvia says, when she’s heard the full story. “Bound to their trees, their reach is short. I imagine they’ve been **** to find someone they could send out this way.”

Lux grimaces. She wants to curse Willow and Juniper to the darkest hell for putting her in this position. But she also wants to feel Willow’s touch again, those luscious lips on her breasts, those miraculous fingers between her thighs. To throw herself back into that warm embrace and forget about the world that did this to her…

Minn hovers worriedly nearby – still, Lux can’t help but notice, pausing occasionally to gaze dreamily at Lux’s oversized tits and belly. Now, out of nowhere, Lux remembers how naked she is at the moment. Not that it should matter, she knows, but she decides to let herself off the need to think straight for now.

“You can do it, Lux.” Minn’s words of encouragement are small, uncertain, but she’s still somehow glad to hear them. “You’re strong. I…I’m s-sorry I couldn’t – I didn’t – ”

Lux lifts up a hand, with effort, to reach out towards the hovering sprite. She feels Minn grab her finger and hold it tight.

“I’m glad we’re friends, Minn,” she says, her voice quiet and a bit hoarse. “I – ”

She’s cut off as she feels a sudden shift, a sharp movement within her that forces a pained gasp from her lips. Dread grips her mind. Another sudden, wrenching lurch within her as she feels the horrible weight inside her move, and then –

“Sylvia!” She shrieks in pain and panic. “What – what’s happening – ?”

“Now it’s time,” Sylvia says, squeezing her hand firmly. “Now, you push.”

Chills shoot through Lux as she realises that what she’s feeling is the thing in her womb beginning its journey out – and the next contraction comes with the most incredible urgency. Any rational analysis of what’s happening is shoved to one side as sheer instinct takes over. That, and absolute terror.

Groaning and crying in the throes of labour, she can do nothing but endure and try to work with the inevitable waves that radiate through her. Shakily, teeth chattering, she finds the breath to speak. “Fuck – Sylvia, I’m going to die – ”

“You’re not going to die,” Sylvia says. “Sorry to say, you won’t get out of it that easily. Now push.”

Once again, time fades from all meaning as pushing and breathing take over Lux’s whole world. The closest thing she has to a sane thought is that she’s almost glad she can’t see past her tits and her belly to witness what’s happening at the front. Just the inexorable rhythm of contractions, the comfort of Sylvia at her side – and Minn with both arms wrapped around her other hand to hold it as tightly as possible. Conflicting emotions rebound within her: a deep feeling of shame and defeat, of profound helplessness; a burning wrath towards everyone and everything responsible for what’s happening to her; and an unconquerable sense of purpose, an undeniable instinctual drive that keeps her going through the haze of pain.

It seems impossible that something so big could be making its way out of her, but, bit by all-too-slow bit, she feels progress being made. She throws back her head in a primal scream as she feels the…the head? of whatever this thing looks like starting to emerge. From that point, everything fades into a final delirious fog of sensations, and by the time any semblance of coherent thought returns to her mind, it’s to the sensation of that squirming mass being finally pulled free. Her poor vagina feels finally, blessedly empty.

Light-headed, she slumps down onto the soft bedding beneath her. She’s dimly aware of Minn saying something, frantic with worry – Sylvia’s calm voice, chanting incantations, the soothing touch of magic. Too tired to know or care what’s happening any longer, she’s content just to rest. Wallowing in relief and a weird sense of pride.

It’s over…