Mary was running for her life, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. In one hand she held her pistol, her fingers trembling around its grip. On the other, a small yet razor-sharp knife. Her breath was short and fast; her eyes were only able to register flashes of movement as she sprinted through the gloomy night. Her vision was blurring; the world was becoming a chaotic swirl of colors and sounds. She could hear the sounds of the monster behind her, and she knew that it was closing on her.
Suddenly, out of the shadows, something smothered her like a blanket of fear. Mary screamed, and the next thing she knew, she was off the ground and carried away in the monster's tentacles. She kicked and screamed, her hands gripping her pistol and knife ever tighter. The tentacle wrapped around her wrist and pulled her arm back, and she brought up the pistol and fired. The weapon went off in the air, and the tentacle around her wrist loosened. She dropped the weapon, and it clattered to the ground. Her knife was still in her hand, and she brought it up and stabbed at the tentacle. The blade hit home, but the tentacle didn't loosen its grip. She stabbed again and again, and the tentacle released her. She fell to the ground, panting, the adrenaline finally wearing off, and the air in her lungs burned with each breath. Mary stumbled trying to stand.
The monster reared up its tentacles coiled tight ready to catch its prey. Mary sat there, still trying to regain her breath but the tentacles were already wrapping around her body again. The creature was relentless. Mary Squealed as the tentacles ripped away her explorer shorts leaving her bare from the waist down.
"Fuck not like this!" Mary screamed at the tentacle monster as its tongue began to lick her exposed buttocks. Mary tried to kick the mass of tentacles away but it was no use. It continued to lap at her naked bottom, sucking on her flesh and greedily exploring between her legs.
Mary looked over her shoulder and saw the creature's multitude of eyes fixated between her legs. Mary was going to get lucky tonight just not the way she planned.
*A few hours earlier*
Mary Gibson got ready for the start of egg hunting season. She remembered back to her child. How her parents told her stories of the sky turning pitch black followed by the most beautiful lights in the sky, then the world rumbled and changed forever. Now she was a 20-year-old egg hunted making her living off the creatures that came from that event. As she took in the night air heading into the back woods of West Virginia, she replayed the history of the dimensional shift in her mind.
And after the dimensional shift happened, there was nothing rare than Glendalous eggs. The Glendalous was just one of the many strange creatures that made its way to earth when the dimensional fabric tore in what Americans called the dimensional shift. It was said the that sky turned pitch black and was only lit with what looked like the northern lights for a solid 5 minutes. Then after a huge rumbling passed like a wave over the planet, darkness gave way to sunlight, as if nothing happened. Later scientists would understand this to be a breaking down of the dimensional barriers. The shift took place in 1987 and the world had been changed forever.
At first, most experts thought nothing serious happened until strange and frightening creatures were sighted in mass. Then the scientific world came to grasp the extent of the problem. The best explanation they gave Mary in school is that a dimensional wave collided with the earth and anything stuck in the wave was deposited on the planet. Much the same way debris from a shipwreck washes up on a beach.
As Mary grew up creatures of legend had come back to life. Since was always had a fascination with the fantastical she would make her living in them. Decades later industry found uses for many of the creatures that settled in ecosystems around the world. Mary's profession could be considered like that of a truffle hunter, just way more violent and sexually satisfying if you played your cards wrong.
Normally the 8-foot-tall mass of blue tentacles call the Glendalous would reproduce asexually by laying a clutch of eggs at the base of trees and letting them grow and hatch over the next year. Unless they could find a humanoid female. Then they would become relentless in stalking, trapping, and laying eggs in whatever cavities the humanoid female had between its legs. The odd thing is first it would stimulate the female to have multiple orgasms before laying goofball-sized eggs inside them. Some women actually made a great living this way till it was outlawed because some people thought it was animal abuse. Mary never liked that one bit.
Mary had no idea what she was in for when she ventured out into the forest in search of Glendalous eggs this summer season. She had been out there for 2 hours and hadn't even found a single egg. Spotters had a hard time looking for the creatures as well. A lot of the egg hunters and spotters who worked this part of the forest had great luck last year too. Mary sat down beside a tree and took out her phone and logged into the egg catchers app.
