Of Shale & Shade

Story by Magnanimous

Got bored. Had an idea in my head. Decided to put it into written (typed form).

Short story.... ish. Typed all in one go (took a few hours, so I'ma be late for work tomorrow).

Hope the overuse of pronouns (and the rest of my bizarre writing habits) don't put you off.

Contains:

Futa (not-technically-human) on Female.

Non-consenting (briefly).

Masturbation.

Transformation.

Massive pregnancy.

Somewhat large parts and excessive fluid, but not to the extent some of you are used to them.

Oh yeah... and egg-laying. ^_^

Voila:

Of Shale & Shade

She lay in the dark and stared upwards. Ten seconds. Eleven seconds. Twelve seconds. Slowly but surely her eyes adjusted to the gloom in the room and what had been pitch blackness but moments ago gradually revealed the shape of the room. The only light now came from beyond the thick curtain of the nearby window, its effects subtle in their gradual revelation of only the most blatant angles of her bedroom. The decor was comparitively spartan, the double-bed easily the most noteworthy feature in an otherwise mostly empty space. In the all-encompassing gloom of the night, the corners seemed far away, the small wardrobe a distant tower, the bedside table a hill beyond the near plains. Faint sounds of the city could be heard outside, distant sounds, far from these residential places but sufficient to leave a barely audible echo with each unpatterned strike.

Bethany Ormesson thought of herself as a reasonably ordinary sort of person. A young, working, single woman in her twenties. She was financially sound, lived alone in an urban flat, lived a healthy lifestyle and all that. Despite it all though, life seemed boring. Every night she would go to bed and simply lie there, staring into the dark and letting her mind meander over all the things she could have done... should have done... might do tomorrow, but never would. It wasn't for lack of inspiration, of course, but merely the cautious nature with which she conducted herself. But then it wasn't ever bad to be a bit cautious, was it?

Her eyes picked out the texture on the ceiling for a few moments before shifting to the undecorated light-fitting, silently cooling itself off and resting the way she probably should have been. The darkness began to stroke its way through her mind and pull her eyes slowly closed.

They opened again.

There was something, somewhere, that had changed. Bethany turned her sleepy eyes about the darkened room, but she couldn't pick out anything amiss. No doubt her imagination, teetering on the edge of dreaming, was playing tricks on her. Regardless though, she felt rather uneasy. By all rights she was too old to be afraid of the dark, and why would such a silly fear come upon her so suddenly. With a tut, she rationalised away her awkward feelings and closed her eyes again.

A soft gust of air wafted through the room. The rustle of the curtain before the small window was briefly interrupted by the sound of a distant siren, far less muffled than it should have been. Her eyes shot open, and for some moments she stopped breathing to just listen. That gentle, wavering hiss of the air-currents swirled about the room for some moments, taking everything in before leaving the way it came. Glimmers of light from outside shimmered on the floor with every movement of the curtain.

Slowly and softly, Bethany sat up and climbed out of her bed. Her nightie draped over her thin form and shimmered slightly in the gloom. Moving over towards the window she pulled back the curtain and looked first outside, then back into her room. The window had been closed when she went to sleep, hadn't it? Not a thing stirred in the room now. As she peered into the darkness, following the line of her own long shadow across the floor and over the bed, nothing revealed itself. Momentary gusts from outside rustled her hair and sent a shiver up her spine.

"... Hello?" She asked the question hesitantly, trying to put on a defiant or commanding tone but ultimately failing. Nothing but the wind answered her, and that still from behind. Not a thing moved within the room and not a single angle seemed out of place. Was it just her imagination?

Though not entirely at ease, she allowed herself to pull shut the window and release the curtain. Turning and stepping back towards the bed she paused once more. Her instincts told her that something was still amiss in the room, but her senses defied that judgement...

... Well, all but one.

At the edge of the bed it occurred to her that something smelt odd nearby, though where and what it was she couldn't quite place. There was an unfamiliar sweetness in the air, playing on the edges of her olfactory range. Now the air in the room was still it seemed to be very steadily getting stronger, and Bethany shuddered again. Looking left to right she still couldn't see anything,

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