[center][b]Eggbound[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien aka IcyCoatl[/center] Jennifer woke with the start of the contractions, the clench in her midsection pulling her out of dreamland. “Mmmn…” She groaned. Shifting onto her side the gull pressed her legs together in an unconscious gesture to forestall the issue and claw back toward sleep. It was futile. The next cramp dragged her fully awake and into awareness of what was happening. Jennifer froze, caught between options… A moment later she gave in to temptation and her body’s instinct to push. The muscles of her feathery midsection squeezed, bearing down on her burden until just as quickly it ended. Shuddering quietly with exertion she tried to take a deep breath while the contraction eased off and muscles loosened. Before the next contraction could come stabbing through of its own accord she seized the opportunity to push again, making it a smoother motion that might put less stress on her. With much effort the bulge in her belly shifted downward slightly before the stamina of her still-groggy state exhausted itself again. Tension ran back out of her, leaving her sinking back into the mattress. “Already, pet?” Behind her the other occupant of the bed moved, a motion first felt through the shift in mattress springs, then in the cool arm that draped itself over her and firm chest at her back. “Yes.” Jennifer gasped out the next tremor emanating from under her breastbone. “It’s- an-“ “You weren’t trying to keep it quiet, were you?” Dean’s low rumble vibrates through his chest into hers. As that vibration shivered into her she lost her grip on her body. The next contraction hit hard, squeezing breath from her and bobbing the swell of her belly downward. “N-no, I wouldn’t do that…” “Good.” Dean wrapped his solid, scaly arms around her in an embrace, running hands over her chest before rubbing at the gull’s bulging pregnant belly. “I’d hate to think my girl was trying to lay without me. I would need to punish you… Push, now.” Jennifer obeyed, shoving with her core and a lungful of held breath. Extended effort rewarded her with a slow downward shift of the weight in her belly. A tug inside as her cervix parted around the egg, slow and reluctant. She gasped, easing up for a moment while she gathered strength, then threw her effort into another great strain thet sent the widest part through and down, progress speeding dramatically. Right up until the egg sank low enough to spread her pussy and test the chain link chastity piercings that sealed it. That twinge of pain- different from the harsh stretch of the egg passing through her inner passage, sharp, tugging, six distinct spikes of hurt digging flanking her slit and a fourth pair of lesser tugs just in front of those where the stretch was not so severe- the pain sent a flutter through her intimates and a squawk from her throat, breaking focus. Her effort was interrupted and her middle relaxed, letting the egg slide back upward so she lost several inches of progress. Gasps and panting wracked Jennifer while she recovered. Between her legs the chained snatch had moistened from more than just labor. Arousal ran down the inside of her thigh to hide in the roots of her white leg feathers. Dean hissed into her ear, tone cruelly teasing. “Why did you stop? Your egg went-“ The lizard’s hand pressed under the egg in her belly, pressing it back upward into her cervix under the pretense of measuring distance she had already lost. He ignored her groan and spoke over it to finish his statement, “-all the way back to here. My, my but that’s almost where it started. I thought you were going to lay for me, hen.” “I’m sorry, master.” Jennifer’s voice was strained. Dean [i]tsk[/i]’d his pet, ruffling the feathers of her neck with the hand not cupping her egg-bulge. “Such a shame, so disappointing. I’ll just have to offer some encouragement.” Still holding the egg up against her sporadic, reflexive clenches, he rubbed at her pussy lips, collecting from her lust, gently clinking the oh-so-short chains anchored in either side of that slit. He hauled her left leg, the leg opposite the mattress, upward away from its partner to give himself better access, twin shafts of his hard Komodo hemipenes swinging into the gap from where they had been prodding the backs of her legs. Rough, knobby things. Every inch not ridged and creased was coated in short spines. [i]Soft[/i] spines… but not very. Dean took the left shaft in the hand with which he had been jilling her, stroking the irregular surface with her fluids in preparation. He pulled his hips back, getting into position at her backside and roughly shoving her tail feathers aside. Then he slid his other shaft- the unlubricated one- into position between her feathery buttocks, letting the other swing free and dig stickily into her thigh. “Master…?” “You still need to be punished for trying to lay without me, naughty pet.” “I didn’t- it was only for a moment and I-“ “Shhhhh, no excuses my little hen.” His hips pushed forward, dry tip of the shaft he intended to use pressing hard to her defenseless pucker. The head of it forced its way past her sphincter painfully, tailhole stretching open as her pussy couldn’t. “Now, push again.” Jennifer obeyed as best she could with the added distraction of her master’s punishment stinging in her anus. Nor did he make it easy for her by removing the hand at her belly. As she bore down he added to the resistance her abused womb had to overcome. With all the muscles in her abdomen doing their utmost, her rear passage didn’t remain still. The straining opened up her ass in a pulse, causing it to a swallow up a fraction more of the uncomfortable intruder. With every struggling contraction he penetrated a bit deeper. Not always waiting for her hole to welcome him of its own accord, of course; he brutally shoved in under his own power from time to time as well. He didn’t invariably gain ground in a permanent fashion but did consistently add upward stretch and hot friction for the seagull to deal with. The ridges and spines of his shaft scraped at her dry walls at each adjustment to punctuate the slow conquest. Driven not to disappoint her master, Jennifer made progress of her own in pushing her burden downward. Stuttering, halting, two-steps-forward-one-step-back progress but progress all the same. He was buried to the hilt in her ass well before she reached- before she was [i]allowed[/i] to reach- the halfway point again, though. Dean thrust shallowly in her asshole, hemicock a burning pulling intrusion that more yanked her asscanal along with it than slid in and out, piston-pulling that colon fore and aft in relation to her pelvis and exposing the tiniest more of her insides to the outside on each backthrust. Each slam inward mashed her tailfeathers to the side, made her coccyx ache. Jennifer didn’t really notice the fingers of her master’s free hand playing with her beak, casually fingerfucking the keratinous maw. Tears trickled from her glazed eyes. All focus was down below, on the egg that wouldn’t move the way her body thought it should and the cock systematically destroying her back passage. The pain from both wove into her synapses in a sluttish masochistic pleasure to be used so. So he already had her full attention exactly where it should be when, without warning, he released his restraining pressure on the underside of the egg and moved to push it downwards along with her mid-contraction. The egg slammed into her pussy, piercings pulling taut like iron bars of a cell restraining a prisoner. It might have broken if it were thin calcium and albumin, instead of the tough ceramic it really was. All the better to pinch Jennifer’s labia against the piercings that ensured she would forever be ‘pregnant’ for the pleasure of master Dean. Through the thin membrane between her anus and vagina the false egg pressed delightfully on his dick and added to the squeezing her unprepared ass was giving it. “This always makes you so damn [i]tight[/i], pet.” He growled a hollow rumble into her ear. “So much better as an eggbound painslut… how nice that I can keep you that way.” “Y… ye.” Jennifer agreed breathlessly, as much a squawk as a word. Her master toyed with the edges of her bound cunny, teasing along the edge of those lower lips (her only lips, really, as a bird) where they pressed to the hard ovoid. The touch prompted a shiver that turned into another contraction so Jennifer’s confused body tried once more to expel the egg that was so close to its designated exit and doing so yanked hard on sensitive pierced pussy-flesh. A masochist to the bone, Jennifer climaxed , erratic convulsions wobbling the egg insider her up and down before it backslid, taking some of the pressure off the piercings. Dean’s fingers followed, sliding between the chains into that spacious vagina. He prodded the egg with his fingertips, bouncing the thing back against her cervix once more while he went back to pounding her ass. “Good pet, good. But I think you can give it one more try, hmm? Maybe this time you can pop those piercings and actually lay… That would hurt awful though, wouldn’t it.” Her pussy fluttered around his digits at the thought of that agonizing prospect, images of all eight of those piercings ripping loose dancing through her mind. Unlikely. The bindings that barred passage through her most intimate entrance were secured with the sturdiest dermal anchors she and her master had been able to find. All in all, the chains were more likely to give first, which would still be excruciating. For Jennifer the painslut that was all the more encouraging. With wearied muscles she pushed and strained again, trying so hard to get the egg to descend just one more time. She almost succeeded. But, after the already exhausting process of laying twice… not quite. “Too bad.” Dean consoled. “I’m sorry master. I’ll keep-“ Her body twitched involuntarily, unwilling to give up on ovipositing. The avian body wasn’t made for long labor like this- eggs were meant to come fast and be done with. Jennifer’s womb would eventually decide it must have succeeded and this was a new egg, as it had done before many times now… but it would be a while yet. Jennifer tried to lean into the contraction, sending a wave of soreness through her middle. The gull’s master wasn’t content to let her struggle in peace. Dean rolled sideways, pulling her atop himself so that her entire pregnant weight rested on his front, both of them facing the ceiling. Their bedsheets had long since shed from their fucking bodies with only a straggling edge clinging to her leg. That left them both bare, exposed to the mirror on the ceiling for Dean’s viewing pleasure. The Komodo dragon could appreciate her mock-gravid belly and the forced, futile labor while still plowing her from behind. Enough of his pre, her arousal, and the secretions of her tailhole- and maybe just a smidge of blood, he had not been gentle at all- had slickened his ass for his knobbly, spiky prick to properly in and out while the other cock slapped her thigh. But of course by now he had loosened that last stretch of bowel enough that he could see a portion of it come out along with the shaft it clung to in their reflection. Jennifer might have drunk in the scene of her ruination as well, had she any presence of mind. Her master’s rough copulation had driven all higher thought and ability to notice senses other than touch some time ago, leaving only a squawking feathered fuckpuppet that still tried against impossibility to lay. She did not struggle against his iron grip at any time, though briefly she reached for her clit before he grasped that wrist and pulled it away from the nub crowning her vent. A little reminder that a toy doesn’t play with itself. He took that prerogative for himself, pinching her bean hard and tweaking it back and forth. Jennifer came again. Femcum sprayed out through the gap between the egg and the sluthole wrapped tight around it, coating their entwined legs and Dean’s thick tail. Only when he had used her to the utmost, playing with that occupied pussy, shoving the egg further in like a massive plug only to let it slide back to the entrance, teasing her clit with pointed claws, railing her wrecked ass the whole while- only when he was done did he release himself into the bird’s fuckhole (and across her thigh, with the other shaft). He held her there while he finished pumping his load into the messy asshole. Her labor had ceased sometime during the last climax, vaginal muscles giving up from general exhaustion. Considerately he grasped her belly once again to help push the fake egg back up into her womb. She groaned with happiness as the widest part passed her much abused (or one might say excessively trained) cervix to settle back into the accustomed place between her ovaries before pulling himself from her ass. The sphincter twitched itself into a reddened rosebud, trying to relearn how to close after such thorough use. Satisfied that he had used his pet as hard as he meant to the moment, Dean pushed Jennifer off of him. Carefully so as not to roll the limp bird all the way onto her front, of course. After stretching his legs a few times he shuffled to the edge of the mattress. Jennifer’s sighing voice followed him. “I wish you would bite me too, master.” “Still not rough enough for my greedy painpet?” Dean chuckled. “Sorry, Jen, too much trouble going to the hospital afterwards, what with…” The Komodo gestured airily at his toothy maw. “Maybe we can get some antibiotics for you around the holidays so I can sink my teeth in. Would my pet like that?” Her weak shudder and the extra squirt of pussy juices that soaked immediately into the sheets Dean levered himself upright, waving in the direction of the pitcher and glasses on the bedside table. “I’ll fix breakfast. Rest a while and don’t forget to drink.” “Of course, master.” Jennifer answered, only for the first time sounding less than wholehearted in her obedience.” “I mean it. Only I’m allowed to break my pet… and dehydrating yourself isn’t sexy.” “Yeah, yeah…” The exhausted gull mumbled into her pillow, perfunctorily adding a muffled, “’es mstrr.” [center]The End[/center]