Agent Hart's final broadcastContent warning/tags: pregnancy, implied alien pregnancy, peril, pain, birth/birthing, contractions, etcMore Like This
The following is a short story snippet, an inspiration scene I had for a much larger story/world concept. The whole thing will focus very heavily (pun intended) on pregnancy, alien pregnancy, birth, popping, peril, and miscellaneous sexy and scifi themes.
The sun was setting, casting a soft golden glow over the broken, rocky mesas of the planet Drossus VI. Agent Hart heaved a sigh of relief as she reached the peak of the ridge, leaning back against a rock formation to catch her breath, and ease the burdensome load of her taught belly. Her smooth light grey jumpsuit hugged every curve of her body, and even the reinforced armor over her rib cage and forelimbs was streamlined for maximum freedom of movement and dexterity. A moment later pain shot through her chest, she leaned forward and rubbed her hand hard just under her sternum, trying to massage away the aching tight
Attending the PartyMira, in her heavy layers of fabric, accompanied by her husband, Romanos, reached the main entrance to the town hall. They are greeted by several soldiers; some of them natives to Pskov but most are Elven. Mira takes note of the situation as the soldiers are searching the entrants to the party, one by one. Mira turns to Romanos and tugs on his sleeve with a great, frantic might.More Like This
“They are not touching me like that. They will discover my ‘package.’” Mira says as she turns perfectly pale.
“Relax, just calm down, let me do the talking.” Romanos says as he assures his wife. They reach the front of the lines and are greeted by a large, Russian solider with a full, red beard.
“No weapons, no items at all, turn anything in and hold out your arms so we can search you.” The soldier says in a monotone. Romanos walks up first and begins to speak.
“I guess I must turn these in…perhaps you’ll just let me and m