\n\t\t\t\t\tFaeseirenThe spacious recovery room is, for the moment, serenely quiet and dark with a splendid view of star-speckled deep space through a full-wall window – but none of does much to help the lanky teenaged cheetah taur who sits almost motionlessly apart from her furiously twisting tail, in a corner with her hands wrapped tightly around her muzzle and her neck craned forward as she measures her enormously distended lower belly with her eyes past her ample engorged breasts. Resting on the floor between her widely spread haunches, its girth protrudes quite far in front of her slim form which shudders each time when her golden eyes spy languid movement under the creamy furry bellyfur on which she rests her forepaws.
Owww… pleaseplease don't squirm so much, have to keep quiet… nnngh, my poor tummy…, she muses silently with her round ears splayed and teeth clenched together as the reflexive movements of the creature she's pregnant with send jolts of pain through her straining uterine lining. After a pregnant pause waiting for the activity to subside, she releases her muzzle to shake her head vigorously and adjust the thick padlocked leather collar which constricts her slender neck uncomfortably. Phew, that's a bit better… though at this rate my womb'll split open before I get away! Getting hard to walk…
As time passes with nary a sound which isn't her own gentle breathing or the quiet hissing of life support systems, she braves herself to arduously shuffle closer to the door along the wall until she's able to peer out of the doorway she deliberately left open earlier. But even her golden eyes can't see very far into the misty hallway lit only by the random flickering of malfunctioning lights and the eerie glow of indicators on the wall.
Fuck this barely spaceworthy trashcan! If this was a proper ship I'd be already on my way, but of course my sabotage caused half of the power grid to collapse instead of only shutting down the section it was supposed to, she recalls the events from a few hours ago with a scowl as she perks her ears suspiciously. Her internal monologue continues while she uses the doorframe as support to gingerly roll herself onto her paws, “Oh, it'll be a straightforward mission, merely uncomfortable” they said, “Suitable for someone from the fast-track program”, should've guessed they mostly needed someone as young as possible with as large uterus as possible to carry this… “material” to steal it. And now I got to make it to the shuttle I rigged like this while the whole place is a mess!
Soon satisfied at the lack of clear and present danger, the gravid cheetah-taur makes her move by slipping out into the corridor to warily head through the fog caused by malfunctioning life support, the dancing shadows cast by the flickering lights unnerving her constantly due to how the 'materials' in her womb repeatedly flex and test its stretchiness quite painfully whereas sheer weight and girth makes her feel vulnerable and exhausted as she slowly trundles forward.
Come on! Shit, it must be doing this on purpose since I'm already on the edge – can't be be long before the shuttle bay now, good that I tried to memorize the layout earlier.
Nevertheless it's much harder to navigate the darkened corridors than the layout drawing while each distant klaxon and rumble startles her, her perky teats chafing uncomfortably against the hard rough deck plating of the maintenance area. Crap, I must be going around in circles, where is it?, she begins to lose confidence after going over a similar looking precarious catwalk for the third time before she's suddenly faced with a small sign which reads SHUTTLE BAY #3 NO UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS.
Grinning toothily, she eschews the automated opening mechanism in favour of cautiously cranking the sliding door open after popping the maintenance panel, peering into the cavernous space behind it. Finally! Lets hope no-one else made it here, they shouldn't have though since I marked this shuttle down for maintenance, she already celebrates as the shuttle bay seems as deserted as the general vicinity. Hence she opens the door just enough to squeeze her gravid middle through and eagerly waddles towards the inviting side door of the shuttle.
However, just as she's about to pull herself through to enter the shuttle, she abruptly freezes due to audible rustling behind her but doesn't even have time to turn her head before the side of her neck is roughly jabbed with a stun lance just under the collar.
'Stop right there, lass! I thought you were suspicious from the beginning but they didn't believe me – good that I thought the timing of the massive systems failure and this shuttle 'breaking down' was too much to be a coincidence. Now, get in like you were doing and keep your hands where I can see them or I'll do more than just poke you with this!'
Gritting her teeth, she reluctantly obeys and moves some way into the shuttles empty cargo bay before sitting down on her haunches and raising her hands, hearing her asssailant's laboured breathing right behind her. Dammit! I thought that boar oaf never liked me…
Moments later she's surrounded by a small complement of who she recognizes as members of the ship's security team along with the assistant of the head researcher– four rough&tumble looking anthros of varied species in dark lightly armoured jumpsuits and armed with stun lances they idly wave about together with a short labcoat wearing mink who keeps adjusting her glasses. The sixth member, a tall boar with long curved tusks, steps out to her side with his lance still pressed against the taur's neck, forcing her to tilt her head due to the collar being pushed up.
'Ah, isn't it fortuitous for us to meet just as you are practically at term and about to leave our pleasant company, miss… Grayle, was it? Likely not your real name but it'll do.' the mink pipes up smugly with the four guards flanking her as Grayle shrugs her shoulders and crosses her arms under her heft breasts. 'I also thought it was suspicious for us to find someone so suitable and eager for this project so quickly, but as usual my boss dismissed my misgivings to please his superiors and to get to do his beloved experiments. And see where such sloppy procedure got us! The ship's a wreck, the labs are contaminated, and our prime research subject was about to sneak off with our main project in her uterus!'
'Thankfully I shared her suspicions and eventually we begun to look for any clues of foul play together, and I found out someone had been mucking around with various systems just before the big bang today, and we thought someone must be trying to arrange their escape!', the boar adds in his gravelly voice before yanking back the stun baton to instead grab the cheetah-taur's collared neck with his large hand. 'One of you, get to the cockpit! We want to get some distance f they don't get the fires under control.', he adds and points at a weasel guard who hurries out deeper into the shuttle with a nod, turning his attention to the squirming and gasping taur and her extremely heavily laden belly. 'Given there's nothing else we can do for now, I suppose we'll deal with you right here…'
'I'll -ack- tell you -grrk- nothing!'
'Eh, I wouldn't be so cocky, young lady, as our project is still inside you and we'd rather have that back for starters. So we can make it either easy or hard for you depending on your attitude.', the mink retorts, her eyes slyly meeting the boar's while the taur continues to struggle in his grip.
'Right! This is going to be refreshingly fun… time to tie her up and see what we can do for our pay, and a hefty bonus on top of it!', the boar laughs as the other three guards descend on Grayle who grows and lashes her tail furiously, being quickly subdued though due to her lanky physique and gravid form.
The violent shaking and shuddering of the shuttle as it speeds out of the docking bay suddenly provides distraction when the guards stumble and lose their hold of her, so she acts with lighting speed by snatching one of their stun lances to hit the closest one with it so that he slumps to the floor with an interrupted shriek – although there's nowhere to go and her girth obstructs her movements enough that she's unable to do much more than scurry backwards into a corner once the rest back off swiftly. 'Hah! Not totally defenceless yet you bastards!'
Infuriated, the boar shows off his fangs with guttural squeak. 'You'll be paying for that, bitch! And you're not going anywhere so what's the point!'
'The hell I will, I'll figure out some-ah-AAAAH!', the cheetah-taur starts off defiantly but is cut off by a massive kick which visibly distorts her protruding abdomen, the blinding agony forcing her to reflexively double over and the stun lance slips from her fingers as the adrenaline-induced writhing within her uterus prolongs the surprise torment. At the same time, after being momentarily stunned by the turn of events, the boar and the other guards rush to disarm and restrain the still screeching taur.
'… like said, you shouldn't get cocky with that extraordinarily full uterus of yours – but no worries, we will be relieving you of the burden of dealing with it.', the mink remarks after finding and dusting off her glasses which fell during the ruckus. 'And I doubt you learned moves like that on the streets so I assume we're dealing with another serious player here if they can recruit and train underage operatives without consequence.'
It wasn't supposed to go like this! My fucking womb's too sensitive!, Grayle despairs when her collar and arms are secured into the cargo lashings on the wall with thin rope, while her forelegs are tied together atop the curve of her aching belly from their ankles and her hindlegs are similarly bound tightly to cargo rails on the floor. Finally all she's able to do is to squirm ineffectually and hiss at her captors with her heart racing, her greatly distended uterus sitting heavy on the floor under her furry hide and teats.
'Aren't you a feisty one?', the boar huffs and wipes his brow. 'That ought to hold you so that we can deal with you – doc, anything to watch out for?'
'Shouldn't be, our project's pretty much fully formed inside her and is quite durable, there's no reason to worry about it all that much.'
'Good… as this pregnant operative bitch needs some working over, starting from those boobs which I know you used to bedazzle some personnel to overlook your shenanigans although I couldn't prove it!'
There's no immediate reply from Grayle, only an audible gulp as she feels a pit forming in her stomach as her large engorged breasts suddenly tingle fearfully. 'Wait, what? I certainly didn't!', she rebukes the statement with a hiss and glares at the boar.
'I heard otherwise. And those seem to have been expanding in the past months as well, undoubtedly making them more alluring – it's about time I dealt with them like I should have done before already.' the boar states before turning to the mink who idly fidgets with his note tablet. 'You wouldn't happen to have anything you'd want to… test on her? Since we don't need her anymore.'
'Such crude attitude towards tests – maybe you could test how much of her breast tissue you can remove before she faints? Because why not accidentally force her into labour in the middle of the shuttle?' the mink sarcastically replies, shrugging her shoulders at the boar's huffy snort.
'N-no! You fuckers!' Grayle blurts at the discussion, her large breasts heaving as she uselessly flexes against her bindings when the boar fishes a wicked combat knife from his boot holder to approach her and jab her left breast hard enough with the tip to make her chirp loudly. 'Rrrrgh! Come on then!'
'With pleasure, saboteur.' the boar scoffs before roughly yanking the hissing cheetah-taur's left breast up by the nipple, to slash a deep bloody cut under which rapidly stains the top of his uniform and her huge cream-coloured belly with crimson as he digs deeper amid her furious writhing. Very soon the yellow-speckled red tissue of her massive breast is well exposed whereas she clenches her jaws tightly, tears of agony streaming down her fuzzy cheeks as the boar pauses to check on his handiwork.
And the agonizingly raw burning of her bleeding breast isn't the only issue Grayle faces, as the combination of extreme stress and burst of adrenaline causes the massive fetus in her womb kick furiously enough to hit the boar in the shin, his surprised grunt drowned by the cheetah-taur's involuntary shrill cry. 'Hah, you're going to lose more than a breast soon it looks like!'
Glaring at the boar briefly, Grayle's head very soon snaps back violently as she's sent into paroxysms of agony by the knife which starts to cut away small pieces of her delicate breast tissue as the boar continues to roughly yank at her nipple at the same time. But even with her consciousness fading in and out during the torment she becomes acutely aware of the painful struggling within her perilously strained uterus, it dawning on her that she's most likely to be torn open by the object of her mission if the merciless boar doesn't get her first.
'Grrrrnyaagh! I co-couldn't tell you much even if I wanted! It's all very hands-off!' she groans once the boar pauses the cutting and she comes about somewhat, even if her copiously bleeding breast still feels incredibly raw. Swallowing hard to stave off rising nausea, she attempts to grovel but is interrupted by a powerful jolt from within her womb - 'I – aa-aaah!'
Stepping back, the boar smirks at the sight of the thrashing bloody taur whereas the mink watches without much of a reaction, idly writing something on her tablet at the same time. The movement inside Grayle's womb and the muscle convulsions around it seem to grow stronger by the minute as the taur makes shrill noises amid banging her head into the wall behind her. Eventually, the boar moves closer again to grab the taur by the chin and force her to look at him. 'So, the bursting bitch can't even tell us anything useful? I guess we'll just need to deal with you immediately then!' And without further ado he slips his hand down to grab her by the neck while he furiously thrusts his knife into the base of her already mangled breast to start sawing it off, whereas any further words she might have get lost in garbled screeching.
'Intensifying assault on the carrier causes an intensifying reaction from the fetus… mumble mumble…' the mink notes quietly as she eyes the flurry of severe kicks within Grayle's belly which at times seem they should break through her hide.
In the meantime, Grayle herself is mostly cursing the fact that she's still conscious despite the excruciating searing feeling of the serrated knife ripping through her defenceless breast, not to mention the intense tearing sensations following each kick inside her boulder of a womb which keeps her pinned to the floor despite her paws reflexively scrambling against it. Ultimately she loses control of the nausea which keeps building up within her and when the boar makes the final shove to separate her large breast from her body, she gasps and vomits all over him, sending him staggering backwards with litany of curses streaming from his mouth while the crimson lump of furry breast slips from his hand to land on the floor with a splat.
'You fucking…'
The mink quickly nudges him and tugs him backwards just as it seems he's ready to assault her again after wiping his face, the female motioning him to watch the uncontrollably gagging and flexing taur whose blood-stained gravid lower belly repeatedly distorts to unimaginable limits from the 'project' she's carrying – her lone remaining breast swaying lewdly as she fights a losing battle against her womb's contents.
'I apologize for being so direct, but you may not want to stand right next to her when that uterus finally gives way.'
The boar replies with an acknowledging grunt, moving even further back in the cargo bay alongside the smaller mink. Just in time, as well, given how the tautest point of the cheetah-taur's belly between her milk-dribbling teats abruptly develops a grisly short tear through which her uterus begins to bulge through, the twisting dark shape inside gradually widening the wound with renewed vigour whereas Grayle's struggles fade and her head begins to droop. She's still barely conscious enough to chirp weakly when her belly unzips entirely to let her translucent bloated womb burst forth momentarily before it ruptures into a shower of amniotic fluid, blood and gore – from the middle of which emerges a soaked creature reminiscent vaguely of a displacer beast.
'Son of a gun!' the boar roars as the creature appears to charge at him right after its grisly birth but scarcely has time to bring his stun lance to bear before it collapses into a heap. '… wait, did it die already?'
In response to his puzzled demeanor, the mink shrugs. 'Of course not. We had to engineer them to fall unconscious after being cut off from the mother's circulation to avoid… ehm… accidents, but the process takes a moment and it cannot be done in advance as it would severely disrupt the pregnancy. It's why I told you that you might not want to stand too close to her.'
'Ugh, at least it worked, unlike some things you labcoats have worked on – seems like yet another mess I have to clean up.' the boar grumbles and heads toward the cockpit, carefully dodging all the gore, viscera and liquids which have spread all over the deck plating. 'You come with me here, I want to put a door between it and me regardless in case something goes wrong.'
'Sure, sure… if you think cleaning up this mess is bad, you should imagine the paperwork…' she huffs as they both head out, leaving the lifeless bodies of the cheetah-taur and her “cub” behind to prepare for the flight back to the crippled research ship to see if there's anything to recover…
The End. © Feligris 2019
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