Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 61: Episode : Roxy’s Same Fate

One thing no one knew about Roxy was her past.

Dark and Uncoiled.

A past that made her who she was right now, brave, unhinged, and devoted to a system that makes her give birth to babies without rest.

And also the reason why she was on the back of Vorian as he rode through the iron wood forest and landed at a clearing, the border between the iron wood and the dragon territory.

Lyra, despite difficult labor she was able to fly herself to somewhere comfortable. Somewhere she called home.

Lying in the center, coiled on the flattened grass, was fully shifted Lyra.

She was a magnificent beast, her scales a shimmering iridescent teal that usually looked like jewels. But now, they were dull and grey with exhaustion.

It’s no wonder she believed herself to be the one who should rule with Z. She looked intimidating enough to make even me piss my pants.

Roxy shivered.

She was thrashing. Her massive tail whipped back and forth, snapping trees like toothpicks. Her head was thrown back, releasing roars that shook the leaves off the branches. Smoke billowed from her nostrils, hot and acrid, smelling of burning copper.

She was in agony. And that jolted Roxy back to reality.

This was not a time to be lost in her thoughts!

"Lyra!" Vorian shouted, running toward her.

The sound of his voice startled her. The teal dragon snapped her head around. Her eyes were blown wide, the pupils vertical slits of pure, unthinking panic. She didn’t see her mate. She didn’t see her Queen. She saw threats.

She saw something approaching her vulnerable backside where the pressure was tearing her apart.

Lyra lunged. An earth-shattering roar escaped her lips.

It happened in slow motion for Roxy. The massive, scaled head swung toward her. Rows of serrated teeth, dripping with saliva and smoke, aimed directly for Roxy’s torso.

"Roxy!" Vorian screamed.

Roxy didn’t have time to run. She threw her hands up, bracing for the bite that would cut her in half.

A shadow eclipsed the sun.

Vorian shifted mid-stride. His body exploded outward, scales of dark obsidian erupting from his skin. He slammed into Lyra just as her jaws snapped shut inches from Roxy’s face. The force of the impact knocked Roxy backward into the grass, breathless.

Vorian, now a massive black dragon, pinned Lyra to the ground. He didn’t bite her. He used his weight, his claws digging into the earth on either side of her neck, forcing her head down.

He roared at her, not in anger, but in a commanding, desperate plea.

Lyra shrieked, clawing at the ground, her tail thrashing wildly, missing Roxy’s head by a fraction of an inch. She was feral with pain.

And Roxy understood that very well.

Roxy scrambled up, clutching her bruised arm, with blood on her forehead from a bruise. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, but she knew this was not the time to back down; she had to help Lyra give birth!

"Hold her, Vorian!" Roxy shouted, her voice cutting through the roars. "Do not let her move! If she twists, she breaks the egg inside her!"

Vorian grunted. He pressed harder, his heavy body acting as a living straightjacket for his mate. He crooned to her, a low, rumbling vibration that went chest-to-chest.

Lyra whimpered, her eyes rolling frantically to look at Roxy.

Roxy didn’t back down; she never did. She walked right up to the dragon’s face.

"Lyra," Roxy said, placing her small hand on the dragon’s hot snout. "I know you want to kill me right now. I know it hurts. But you have to listen."

Lyra let out a hiss, smoke curling around Roxy’s hand. The pupil dilated and contracted. She was deciding whether to burn this tiny human to ash.

"I know the pain," Roxy whispered, stepping closer until her forehead rested against the hard, hot scales. "I know the fear of losing your baby."

She closed her eyes, and for the first time since arriving in this world, Roxy let her vulnerable side let loose.

"In my world," Roxy spoke softly, her voice trembling just enough for the dragon to hear the truth in it. "I wasn’t a Queen."

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I was a wife. Just like you. I had a mate. He was handsome. He was charming. He told me I was his world, but who knew that was a lie?"

Lyra stopped thrashing as she quietly listened.

"But he was a monster, Lyra," Roxy said, a tear slipping down her cheek as she remembered that despicable past. "He hit me with words. He isolated me. He made me small. And when I got pregnant... I thought it would change him. I thought the baby would make him kind."

She laughed, a bitter, broken sound.

The fucking cunt.

"It didn’t. He pushed me down a flight of stairs because I didn’t cook his dinner right."

Lyra’s eyes widened in surprise, and she suddenly had an intense clarity about what the important thing was right now. The pain seemed to have subsided, too.

"I lost him," Roxy whispered, pressing her hand harder against the dragon’s snout. "My baby. I lost him on the cold tile of a bathroom floor, alone, while my ’mate’ watched TV in the other room. I bled, Lyra. I bled, and I screamed, and no one came."

No one came to my fucking rescue.

[The gods are tearing up]

[TheMotheroftheWorld wishes to hug you.]

Gross.

[TheMotheroftheWorld stops midway and glares at you.]

She bit down on her lips as she clenched her fist, wanting to punch a tree right now. And when she opened her eyes. They were wet, fierce, and filled with grief.

"I swore then," Roxy hissed, her voice gaining strength. "I swore that I would never be that helpless again. And I swore that if I ever had the power to save a baby... I would burn the world down to do it."

She looked deep into the dragon’s eye.

"You are not alone, Lyra. Vorian is holding you. I am here. We are here to fight for you. So please relax and give yourself a chance to lay YOUR eggs."

She stepped back, wiping her face.

"So don’t you dare give up. Don’t you dare let the pain win. You are a Dragon. You are strong. Now, let me help you bring this baby into the world."

Lyra let out a long, shuddering breath. The tension in her massive body uncoiled. She didn’t go limp, but the feral madness faded, replaced by a grim, determined exhaustion.

She nudged Roxy’s hand with her snout. Help me.

"Good girl," Roxy managed a watery smile.

She turned and ran to the other end of the dragon.

System, I need gallons. And I mean gallons.

[Item: Industrial Lubricant (50 Gallon Drum) - 5,000 LP]

Buy it.

A massive blue barrel materialized in the grass. Roxy kicked the lid off. She didn’t have time for modesty. She scooped up handfuls of the thick, clear gel and approached the birth canal.

It was bad.

The area was swollen and stretched to a terrifying degree. The scales around the opening were cracked and bleeding.

"Okay," Roxy muttered, greasing her arms up to the elbows. "This is going to get messy."

She reached inside. Lyra groaned loudly in pain. But Roxy pushed on.

She felt it immediately. It wasn’t soft flesh. It was a hard, calcified stone. The egg. It was massive. And it was stuck sideways.

Probably from moving around.

"It’s breached," Roxy shouted to Vorian. "The egg turned! It’s trying to come out broadside first! It won’t fit!"

Vorian roared a question.

"I have to turn it!" Roxy yelled back. "Lyra! Listen to me! When I shout, you stop pushing! You have to relax the muscle so I can rotate it! If you push while I turn, you’ll crush my arms and the egg!"

Lyra grunted an affirmative.

Roxy took a deep breath. She shoved her arms in deeper, and she found the curvature of the egg. It was smooth, slippery, and hot.

"Okay... relax... now!"

Lyra exhaled. Her body went slack under Vorian’s grip.

Roxy gritted her teeth. She grabbed the massive stone egg and heaved. It was heavy. It felt like trying to rotate a boulder inside a sauna.

"Turn... you... stubborn... rock!"

She felt it give. The lubricant did its job. The egg slid, rotating slowly until the narrower point was facing the exit.

"Okay! It’s aligned!" Roxy pulled her arms out, covered in fluids. "Lyra! Now! Push with everything you have!"

Lyra roared.

She arched her back, her claws tearing furrows into the earth. Vorian roared with her, sharing her effort, his wings spreading to shield her from the sun.

The muscles contracted.

With a wet, sucking sound, the egg shot out.

Roxy caught it.

It nearly crushed her. It was the size of a beach ball, heavy and dense. She staggered back, falling onto her butt in the grass, cradling the massive, warm object.

It was beautiful. The shell was a swirling mixture of green and black, warm to the touch.

"It’s out!" Roxy gasped, laughing. "It’s out! Look!"

She held it up.

Vorian let out a sound of pure joy. Lyra’s head slumped to the grass, panting heavily.

"We did it," Roxy whispered, hugging the egg.

But then, Lyra whimpered. It wasn’t a sound of relief. It was a sound of renewed pain.

Her body convulsed again.

Roxy’s smile vanished. She scrambled up, handing the egg to a terrified-looking Mara who had been hiding behind a tree.

"Take it! Keep it warm!"

Roxy ran back to Lyra. She looked at the birth canal. It wasn’t closing. It was bulging again.

System! Scan!

[Scan Complete.]

[Subject: Lyra (Dragon Form)]

[Status: Labor Continuing.]

[Remaining Objects: 2 Large Eggs detected.]

[Warning: The remaining eggs are larger than the first. They are fused.]

A/N: Was this finally payback for the evil she did back then? Well, good luck with her giving birth to her own share of triplets! She is mooching off Roxy *laugh*.