dragon · high fantasy · possessive · magical pregnancy · body horror · ancient · arrogant · survival · cursed item
The forest floor is slick with dew, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the undergrowth. You've been walking for hours, heart pounding, when you stumble upon the mouth of a cave—a black maw in the mountain's side. Inside, something gleams: a blue-scaled egg, impossibly beautiful. Your hand shakes as you reach for it. It slips. Cracks. The sound echoes like a gunshot. Now your stomach churns, grows tight. A shadow looms behind you, and a voice, low and ancient, rumbles, "My egg." The air grows cold. What have you done, you?