This work contains the following: mild hypnosis/breeding compulsion, breeding kink, (cis) male pregnancy, anal, shape-shifting genitalia, transmasc character, human laying eggs, old school ominous fairy tale vibes.
Aodhan woke with a start the next morning, thoughts caught in a web of peculiar, fleeting dreams that were quickly burned away by the bright light of the sun pouring in through the window above his bed.
It had been dark-- there were people with eyes that burned like starlight... and a unicorn!
The man twitched and looked down at his stomach but was relieved to find it flat, as per usual, rather than bloated with the seed of a fae beast as he had dreamed. He had been so pleased in his dream but by the light of day he wouldn't call it anything but a nightmare. The thought of harboring such a creature in his body made the man shudder before he forced himself out of bed to start his day.
Living alone at the far edge of the village as he did, Aodhan led a busy life taking care of the property he'd inherited from his parents and the animals on it so his dream and the creatures within it were soon forgotten.
Weeks passed, however, and the man found himself with an unusually large appetite. Aodhan felt downright voracious by the time dinner came around and yet the food he ate became less and less satisfying as the days passed. Flavors seemed dull to him now and the man wondered if he was falling ill. The suspicion intensified when nausea began to plague him at random-- though worst of all in the mornings.
The truth of his situation eluded him until he went to fasten his belt one day and found he had to let it out another notch. When the man turned a critical eye to his reflection in the mirror, however, he froze at the sight of his belly.
There was a distinct bump where once his abdomen had been flat, though it did not come from fat. Aodhan was still quite lithe with little extra weight around his figure except right there at his waist, and he'd seen this sort of change before...
Just not on a man.
Hands trembling, Aodhan touched his stomach and found not the soft give of fat, but the taught firmness of a body with child.
Impossible
, he thought, eyes locked on his reflexion as he touched himself more firmly, exploring this alien expansion of his own body with nervous hands, fear a bitter, thorny presence in the pit of his stomach.
How? How could such a thing be possible?
Memory of his strange nightmare nearly a month prior returned astride a wave of intense nausea and Aodhan barely made it to the bathroom before he vomited up the remains of his dinner from the night before.
Not a dream, he realized, thoughts a confused whirlwind as he came face-to-face the truth-- the growing weight of his stomach as he bent over to retch again terrible evidence of his nightmare's veracity.
He had lain with a unicorn and not just allowed-- but
begged
it to put a child in him.
Aodhan stumbled out of the bathroom and forced down a glass of water to remove the awful taste of bile from his mouth then dropped onto his bed again. Sprawled on his back, the weight of the child growing in his belly felt heavier than it actually was-- like the truth of it might crush him with its very existence.
He had to get rid of it.
But how? He could hardly go to the midwife. Her tinctures might help a woman end an unwanted pregnancy but who knew if they would work on him-- assuming he could even get her to give him one in the first place. No, she'd likely insist he was simply ill and send him to the healer instead but he knew, Aodhan
knew
the terrible truth of the sin he had committed and what dire seed had taken root within him that night in the forest. He couldn't tell her that, though-- he couldn't tell
anyone.
They'd run him out of the village at best and he dared not imagine what else they might do if they found out what he'd done.
What he needed was someone who would believe him-- someone who consorted with the fae and wouldn't judge another that had done the same.
Aodhan needed a witch.
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One quiet evening after his father had died, Aodhan's mother had confessed that she had long thought herself infertile until desperation had driven her to visit the witch that lived in the forest. He had never found out what she had given the witch in payment, but the witch had given his mother a potion that had resulted in his birth nine months later.
If you ever find yourself in need and I am no longer here to help you,
she had said, tipsy from wine and grief,
you must go to the witch. She will help you.
Her smile had been shadowed, haunted, even, rather than reassuring, but her words loomed large in Aodhan's mind and in his desperation he set out to find the one person who might help him.
The witch, as his mother had told it, lived half a day's walk away and he would know where to turn off the road when he spotted a great oak that had been split by lightning yet still lived. Eager to be on his way, Aodhan threw a few necessities in a satchel, fed and watered his animals, then left without delay, gate slamming shut behind him with a sharp bang.
The anxiety burning beneath his skin kept Aodhan moving at a rapid pace down the dirt road that cut through the rolling hills, the forest a looming presence he could always sense even if he could only see it when he crested a hill. It almost seemed to call to him, beckoning him away from the heat of the sun bearing down from overhead to take refuge in the cool shadows cast by its verdant canopy. Aodhan forced himself to look away but eventually he reached the oak tree his mother had described to him years before and knew he had to turn towards the tree-line.
Aodhan hesitated at its edge for a long minute, staring into the innocuous bit of wilderness as if he might perceive the secrets hidden within without every having to trespass before he finally caved and started forward again.
The cool relief of the shade after hours spent trudging beneath the unforgiving sun was intense enough to actually make Aodhan heave a sigh of relief despite the supposedly treacherous domain he had just entered. There was a scant trail winding between the trees and he followed that for some time until a strange cry cut through the quiet and startled the man.
At first he thought it was a beast-- the guttural, persistent cry reminded Aodhan of cattle lowing, but when it repeated it seemed significantly more human. Curious and thinking someone might be injured, Aodhan hurried forward without a thought until a broad, shallow stream came into view through the trees.
The sight that met his eyes was strange enough that Aodhan stopped and lingered out of view behind a tree while he tried to make sense of the scene before him.
A naked man lay sprawled along the bank of the stream, lower half of his body in the water, though it was only a few inches deep there so it hid little. The stranger was beautiful-- more beautiful than any man Aodhan had ever beheld, with a lithe but muscular build and long, unnaturally colored hair that reminded Aodhan of a piece of turquoise he'd seen at market once.
Even more eye-catching than his beauty, however, was the stranger's massive stomach. Muscular as his chest and graceful limbs were, no one could mistake its shape for a paunch. Taut and so round the man probably struggled to reach his arms around himself, it was obvious that the stranger was heavily pregnant. The realization made Aodhan's stomach lurch and his heart leap up into his throat as he grabbed at the tree he'd taken shelter behind for support. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the stranger, though, and as his gaze raked over his gravid form, Aodhan finally noticed that the man sported not a cock, but the delicate folds of a vagina.
The stranger groaned and writhed in the shallows, head thrown back and panting for breath as the surface of his huge belly seized and convulsed. He spread his legs wider as he lifted his head again and screamed through gritted teeth, beautiful face flushed with effort as he bore down and pushed with every muscle in his body. Aodhan watched, transfixed, as the mouth of the man's vagina spread, then shrank, then spread again before the insistent press of a pale, round form struggling to escape the stranger's body. The man's hole, once small and tight, spread wide and finally ejected a wet and glistening orb bigger than his fist, which was quickly carried away downstream by the current. That same soft, guttural cry that had reminded Aodhan of a beast escaped the beautiful stranger when it did and the expression on his fair features could only be described as one of pure ecstasy.
Aodhan watched, rapt, as the other man pushed egg after egg from his body into the stream and found himself increasingly aroused to the point he began to grind against the tree behind which he hid. The stranger's blissful whimpers and moans, inter-cut by pained cries of effort, drove all rationality from Aodhan's mind until he finally stepped out from behind the tree and started towards the stream.
The stranger's waistline had been steadily shrinking as he labored and now was nearly flat, though there was one last egg still fighting for freedom. It sprang free as Aodhan dropped his satchel on the stream bank and waded into the shallows, already unfastening the front of his breeches to free his aching cock.
Aodhan gave himself a few quick pumps as he loomed over the stranger who lay, still half in the water, body limp but for the occasional shudder that rocked his figure. Overcome by a strange madness that filled him with an overwhelming urge to mate, Aodhan dropped to his knees in the water between the other man's legs and lined himself up with his still gaping entrance.
The stranger offered no resistance, only watched him from under long lashes as Aodhan bent over him then thrust into his open, dripping cunt.
