She
….was hungry.
She was gravid and she was STARVED. She ate anything she saw that moved. She was one dangerous mother monster. All hundred foot of her scaly length had a powerful hunger.
She prowled the depths and cleaned them out. Anything that she saw move...she ate. She moved to the shoreline and depopulated the shallows. She was death incarnate. Anything and everything that wanted to live...left. It was death to be seen by her. She was STARVING.
This happened every damn time she got pregnant. All she wanted to do was eat...eat...eat. A hundred ton hundred foot long sea monster took a lot of food in the best of times. When she was pregnant it was the worst of times…
Anything that lived on, in, or near the sea...suffered.
Briefly.
She wasn’t even the most deadly denizen of the sea...or not normally, but when she was gravid even those nominally her superior would avoid her.
Her young ones needed nourishment. If she did not eat constantly and continuously to keep them fed...they would eat HER....from the inside out.
A mother’s life is a bitch sometimes.
She was between between Scylla and Charybdis so to speak...the rocks of Scylla or the whirlpool of Charybdis. She must either eat...or be eaten..
………..and then...Charybdis, the whirlpool, sucked her under and spat her out. She fell for half a mile gaining speed every foot of the way. She was, unfortunately very aerodynamic. When she hit the water she was going so fast that it might as well have been rock. The fall killed her dead.
Charybdis, the rip in reality, was a newly opened portal. It drained giga-buncha-tons of water from one world into another. The sea levels equalized. The world of her home saw its sea level fall a few feet. The world that received that water, called Earth, saw it’s sea level rise half a mile. There were a lot of worlds contributing and only the one receiving.
She didn’t care. She was dead.
Not so her unborn young. Her body protected most of them. They were myriad..and survived in their legions. Her dead, crushed and mangled body sank below the surface of earth’s southern ocean, rapidly being eaten from within by her young.
Young, the size of nile crocodiles but without their sweet and lovable disposition. Soon they would finish eating her corpse and require additional sustenance.
The coastlines of earth were flooding...the waters along the shore and the shoreline..... were full of munchies..
To Be Continued
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Samantha at the Worlds Fair
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