Mysterious beings who live in the glen. They choose to help people who want to have a child. Once you crawl your head into the stump, you can’t move. Be bread or else.

You arrive at the glen, and see the stump that was described to you by your pregnant friend. She had been trying for years and then one day she came back to town with a grin and pregnant. You asked her how she did it, and while it took some convincing she told you. Come here, stick your head and uper tore in this rotten out tree. Something will come and well… baabies will be made. You sigh unsure but decide you wanted a child bad enough. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. You put a blanket in the tree, to save yourself from the splinters. Put your upper torso in and wait. 

The creature breaths a hot blast of air over your ass and you tense up. It starts to touch your hips and massage the curve of your ass. You feel fur, maybe claws, and who knows what else. It’s clawed hands Start to lift your skirt.

The Glen