It was a summer evening like any other. Nestled at the edge of the Gravidwald Forest lay the small village of Bellyton. The peaceful inhabitants were preparing a grand feast for the summer festival, blissfully unaware of the fate that awaited them.

The heat of the warm bonfires stirred the soft summer air, and the preggies of Bellyton lounged about, enjoying the night's reprieve from the summer sun. They heard it first... a faint braying in the distance. Perhaps some sheep got loose and wandered off into the forest? No, it was a strange noise, not entirely animal-like, a sweet motherly tone to it like nothing the villagers had ever heard before.

It was then that they struck. Bursting forth from the forest, charged a marauding horde of Preggor! Their swift hooves carried their swollen bellies forth at incredible speed. "Love for the Love Goddess! Hugs for the Hugs Throne!" they brayed as they stampeded ahead. Without warning, they swept through the village, huggling everyone in sight. Entire families were snuggled and smooched! No one, not even the young were spared from the ensuing decadent orgy of cuddling and gentle belly-rubbing!

Without the slightest bit of pity or self-control, the Preggor gladly accepted the villagewomen's kind offer to partake in the wonderful food and drink already laid out. The Preggor feasted mightily, filling their bellies with the delicious spoils of war, and only too happy to share the meal of the kindly villagewomen.

Oh, but that was not all the villagewomen of Bellyton would endure that night, for the Preggor's huglust knew no bounds! Belly rubbed against belly, arms enfolded many a preggy, and the giggles and sweet sighs of the villagers echoed into the summer night.

This story is a parody of the Beasts of Chaos army from Warhammer Fantasy, and of fantasy story depictions of warfare in general. I hope you liked it. Oh, and the picture title is also an Avenged Sevenfold song.