Lake Stalwart
[M/Hermaphrodite, mpreg/oviposition, Merfolk, Terato, light horror]
It was the most exciting thing to happen each year. A trip to Lake Stalwart with the family - it was so great as a kid. There were campfires, smores, stories, swimming in the lake, all the great staples of a good summer vacation. As you got older, it started becoming the only thing you really looked forward to during the summer anymore. Starting in your early teenage years your parents had really began to argue, bickering about whatever asinine shit that distracted them from their real issues. They grew bitter and resentful of each other, and far less patient and kind to you and your siblings. The lake offered respite from the tension - even when you were just a little kid they’d let you run around on your own pretty frequently, but as a teenager your leash was seemingly non-existent there.
You’d wander into the woods and listen to the cacophony of birds singing and insects humming. The sun would filter in through the treetops in warm, gentle golden rays caressing the dense foliage that blanketed the forest floor. You’d sometimes bring catalogues with you to observe and study the local flora. To some of the kids at your school, that would’ve sounded like the most boring shit they’d ever heard of, but to you it was a wonderful escape into a world that would never stop turning, growing and flourishing despite all the chaos and malice that humanity had to offer. The thorns of the blackberry bush didn’t care how you did your hair. The robins and bluejays couldn’t be bothered to criticize your life choices. The little speckled frogs and spotted toads didn’t give a damn what brand of shoes you wore. The total and complete freedom of the wilderness was incomparably peaceful.
You knew better than to stay out at night. The woods were warm and inviting during the day, but it would be disrespectful to assume that nature was a docile force. Night time was a different realm in the wild. Beautiful and tranquil as the beating of a butterfly’s wings, yet treacherous and chaotic as a brutal storm at sea. As the sun began to set, you would always head back to the cabin and from the balcony overlooking the lake, you’d watch the sky radiate a spectacle of deep warm hues that slowly bled into darker, cooler colors, glimmering in an enchanting, ethereal display over the calm surface of the water.
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It had been eight years since you’d last visited the lake.
As soon as your twin baby brothers had turned 18, the divorce papers practically materialised in your parents’ hands. Even through a tumultuous, venomous marriage they had stayed together to the dismay of yourself and your siblings, in some vain attempt to appear like a “normal” family until the kids were gone. The trips to Stalwart ceased and each subsequent summer felt as if there was a gaping hole in it.
Your parents, however separated, still owned the property. As June rolled around, you felt the familiar pang of sorrow that visited yearly. But then the realisation hit you: I’m a fucking adult with a car. I can just go there whenever I want.
Eagerly you packed your things and tacked a few of your vacation days to the weekend at the end of the month. As the days crawled by at an agonising pace, excitement slowly budded in your heart, until finally it was the day of. You let your friends know where you’d be and for how long, in case something happened. You knew being there alone could be dangerous, so it was best to have backup. You didn’t want this experience to be sullied by anyone else, though.
A few hours and Steely Dan CDs later, the familiar gravel driveway of your family’s cabin came into view. Your heart raced with eager anticipation. The cabin door was perpetually unlocked and you habitually kicked it open with ease. The place was a fucking mess. Not that you hadn’t expected it to be; you’d brought plenty of your own supplies to make up for it. You covered the decrepit couch in a tarp and laid your sleeping bag on it for later.
The nostalgia trip was both refreshing and incredibly depressing - seeing your old (now cobweb-infested) room and looking around the worn, aged cabin brought back pleasant memories, but also incited a long-forgotten feeling of bitter resentment at your parents for ruining so much of it. To shake this feeling, you decided to revisit the woods.
The forest seemed smaller than you remembered, but that was alright, you weren’t quite as limber as you used to be anyway. You started to sweat profusely as the heat of the summer sun beat down on you, even through the canopy of trees.
A thought crossed your mind. Fuck it, I’m going for a swim.
Back in the cabin you lathered up with a little sunscreen and donned your swim trunks. As insecure as you were about your pudgy tummy, you felt comfortable enough to go because there was no one here anyway.
The gravelly, rocky sand was a travesty to walk on once you removed your flip flops, but the chilly embrace of the water was enough of a relief to make up for it. You were enjoying yourself, piddling around in the shallows for a bit before heading further into the middle of the lake. Your little brothers were always too afraid to go farther than standing depth, but in the deeper waters there were no toe-biters or arguing parents. Just the serenity of floating weightlessly in silence.
Sunlight glittered in a beautifully blinding spectacle at the lake’s surface. You floated on your back, letting the sunlight pound your chest and the water playfully slosh at your ears.
In the span of less than a second, the light was ripped away as you were forcefully dragged under the water. Adrenaline pulsed through your body as you flailed and struggled. You resurfaced, gasping wildly before being pulled down underwater yet again.
If you hadn’t have been in the water your trunks would be soaked from you pissing yourself in fear at that moment. You couldn’t see much in the murk below the surface, but something huge had you in its grip. Four luminescent - no, four glowing yellow eyes peered at you from the face of whatever the hell held you still. You felt as if your lungs were going to explode as your last bit of breath escaped, and everything felt so heavy. Something pressed up against your mouth, and a sliver of relief momentarily pierced your crippling fear as you felt air being siphoned into you. For some reason, as your breathing returned, the dread ebbed away. An overwhelming sense of calm took over your body.
Your swim trunks were torn off. That was ok. Everything suddenly felt so ok. You felt something tickle your exposed dick. That was definitely ok. You felt a smile creep onto your face, hidden behind whatever was feeding you air. Those fiery yellow eyes were hypnotising. Unable to tear yourself away, you simply allowed this thing’s quadruple-gaze captivate you. Lights and prismatic colours danced inside of the creature’s eyes in a mystifying swirling motion. Something slippery slid its way onto your cock. You felt a hot wave of carnal euphoria tear through your body, rippling like crashing waves as it thrust itself upon you. Your heart beat grew wild and uncontrollable.
As the thing gyrated itself on your cock, you felt something particularly tentacle-like slither around your hip to the left. A low, sensual groan escaped your lips as the long appendage dug itself into your rear. You felt it slithering deeper into you. Your entire body was shaking from the overwhelming stimulation, your hips rocking back and forth and your toes curled tight.
Something large pressed against your rear and slid through the tentacle submerged in your ass. A large, spherical orb squeezed its way into you. Your cock twitched feverishly as a wave of warm cum gushed into the creature fucking you. You let out a muffled scream in pleasure as more orbs slid into you. You felt your stomach expand until it pressed against the creature.
It held you there for hours, pumping more and more of those orbs into you. You guessed they were probably eggs. That didn’t bother you. Nothing could bother you. Whatever this creature was funneling into your throat was making everything ok. Your stomach was bloated beyond measure, yet somehow the thing managed to keep your cock locked inside of itself.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed. You could only tell when the sun rose or set, judging by how dark or how light the water became at times. You lost yourself in a dizzy, blissful haze, constantly rocked with pleasure and ecstasy. The creature didn’t fill you up with any more eggs, but you felt your stomach grow as they developed.
A few sunrises and sunsets later, you felt something stir in your stomach. Your cock twitched in anticipation, and you moaned as you felt something shift within you. Something was sliding through you, and pushed itself out of your ass. Two tentacles enveloped your hips and spread your legs apart to ease this… birth. They began to pour out of you, squeezing past your most delicate sensitivities, hardening your cock and causing you to moan. The creature seemed to sense your pleasure and began to rock itself back and forth on your dick once again. Your bloated, distended stomach began to shrink as your young squirmed their way out of you. You felt their slick, tiny forms surrounding you in the water, swimming around you in a frenzy. You cried out and shook wildly as an orgasm ripped its way through your body like a thunderclap. Cum gushed from your dick into the creature as one last baby pushed its way out, and no more. You felt so empty.
Your vision returned from what had been a blurry haze, and peering back at you were dozens and dozens of teeny, glowing yellow eyes. In the centre of them all, gazing at you still were the large eyes of the creature who had held you captive.
Gently it held you as it swam upwards to the surface. For the first time in days your head breached the surface, and you could see and breath the surface world in once again. The shore began to draw closer, and you realised the creature was taking you back to land. A few moments passed before you realised you were standing again, knee-deep in the water.
A thick layer of slime began to slough off of your skin as it made contact with the air. Your hands weren’t even pruned in the slightest, and you were only slightly damp. You turned around to see four large yellow eyes peeking at you from the distance, just barely above the surface. You waved, and the creature looked at you for a moment longer before submerging itself back into the water.
The euphoria had worn off, and your body looked so normal and untouched considering what had happened. You weren’t exactly sure how to react, but part of you already longed to go back and stay in the water. The sun was beginning to set, however, and a breeze blew past you. You realised you were stark naked and freezing.
After returning to the cabin and checking your phone (it was plugged in to the portable battery you’d brought, thankfully), you realised you had work again tomorrow. With a sigh you resigned yourself to the drive back home that night. A sliver of excitement still lingered in your heart, however - you knew you’d be coming back to your beloved Lake Stalwart every year from now on.
