[center][b]Finding a Good Lay[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw AKA IcyCoatl[/center]



Shauna was working on her spreadsheets when the groan caught her attention. If she had external ears, they would have pricked up. Of course the viper didn’t, but she did turn, head twisting on her noodly neck to look behind her.

In the cubicle across from her, the feathery form of Michelle was rising from her chair. Shauna’s head darted back toward her workstation, not wanting to be seen taking too much interest in the bustard.  She settled for listening to the big bird stalking across the creaky office floors. Toward the egg room, probably. 

A glance at the date told Shauna that she was probably right. If anything the avian was a few days later than usual. Shauna winced imperceptibly, the observation reminding her that she payed much too much attention to this sort of thing. But she couldn’t help herself.

The bamboo pit viper went back to her accounting, adding up columns of expenses to distract herself. The third time she got caught herself gazing wistfully into space she gave up. Another look; fifteen minutes since Michelle left. Locking the PC she stood from the exercise ball she used as a seat and walked out. 

As her long tail glided over the cheap carpeting, she already knew she would probably pass the pretty bustard on the way back. That would be fine. She could just claim concern, honestly enough. Michelle had been acting a little unwell. Gaining a little weight on her trim figure. Nothing too noticeable.

Unless you had a little crush on her. Like Shauna did.

It was hard not making things weird since, as far as she knew, Michelle liked guys. It would be awkward to ask with them being coworkers. But, well… A girl could dream.

She reached the egg room, a necessity for any installation that expected a large proportion of female scalies and avians in this day and age. Mammals could just buy a pack of tampons and be done with it. (Mostly… to Shauna, Carol from marketing’s infamous temper tantrums seemed just a little cyclical. But that would have been rude to notice.)

The ‘Occupied’ slider was slid.

Without daring to think about it, Shauna rapped on the door twice. “Shelly? You okay?”

“I’m-“ A sharp squawk interrupted the reply, muffled by the mediocre soundproofing of the egg room. A pause followed. “I’ve been better.”

“You’ve been in there a while. Need any help?”

Dammit. Why did she say that? [i]Help?[/i] How would she even do that? Not counting the mental images the scaly lesbian had to shove back into her hindbrain for later use.

“No.” Shauna’s heart sank despite herself. “Nnng. Actually yes. Come in, I forgot to lock it.”

Heart pounding, the viper turned the knob and let herself in. Warmly lit, the egg room was designed for comfort and quiet. Michelle was laid back in the chair, a sort of waterproofed upholstered deck chair construction, one arm draped over her eyes.

“Holy cow.” Over the last couple weeks Shauna must have been doing better at ‘not looking’ than she had realized, because Michelle was rather rounder around the middle than she had thought. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth, realizing her rudeness. “Sorry.”

“Ugh.” Michelle adjusted her feathery arm, locking an amber-rimmed pupil on the green snake. “You’re telling me.”

Locking the door gave Shauna something other than Michelle’s half-naked lower body to focus on. “What… I mean, are you okay?”

“Like I said, been better.” The bustard said tiredly. She hissed out a breath, both hands dropping to clutch at her belly. “Stupid doctor put me on some stupid pills that make the stupid eggs…!”

Michelle trailed off, wincing. Shauna’s eyes were riveted on her belly. It was mesmerizing. Not as large as a pregnant mammal, but definitely bigger than the bird’s usual egg bulge. She’d just thought her coworker was putting on a few pounds. From how it was distributed, with no cloth in the way, this obviously wasn’t the case.

She caught her eyes drifting a downward and wrenched them back up. Perhaps unwisely she stepped over to lay a hand on Michelle’s swollen midsection. “You’re kidding me. That’s all eggs?”

“Egg.” Michelle corrected, too distressed to think much of having company. “I only lay one at a time. Fuuudge.”

“Well ssshit.” Shauna rubbed over the feathery middle. Sure enough she could barely feel the hard surface in there. “That looks uncomfortable.”

“It is.” Confirmed Michelle piteously. “I’ve felt bloated for days and my mood is all off and now it won’t come out.”

“Here.” The snake pressed her belly, kneading gently. “Does this help at all?

“A little.” Groaned the bird, shifting. “Sorry, to bother you, this is so weird.”

Never mind that it was Shauna intruding here: She didn’t plan to mention that. “It’s fine. You don’t usually have problems? With just one egg I mean.”

“No it usually just pops out.” Michelle shuddered. “Right there, thanks. Oh gosh.”

“I can’t imagine that at all.” This was an enormous lie. She was imagining a big smooth egg pushing out between the bustard’s legs hard, whether she wanted to or not. “For me, it’s a clutch of soft little eggs. Because I’m a reptile, I mean. Like a hard egg sounds really, um.”

“I would trade you right now.” The bird sounded not at all like she noticed Shauna’s rambling. Another squawk escaped her and she doubled over, muscles squeezing to try to expel their occupant. “Oh god. If mammals have to go through anything like this to have kids I feel so bad for them.”

Shauna felt the contraction through her feathers, a ripple under her hands as the egg (which must have been absolutely enormous; bigger than a coconut at least) shifted down a fraction then slid back into place.

“The doctor said it might make my eggs a little bigger, but I didn’t expect [i]this[/i].” Michelle continued, panting.

Shauna hesitated, then clutched the shredding husk of her professionalism to herself.

“Do you want me to call for help?” Shauna asked reluctantly. Reluctant, because despite the weird circumstances, she was in a room with her half-naked crush and didn’t want to leave. 

“N-no.” Michelle declared emphatically. Her eyes clenched shut in discomfort. “I don’t want to. Not yet.”

Shauna put a hand to her friend’s forehead sympathetically. Cool scales on feathered brow. 

“When I’m having trouble…” She started, hesitantly. “I squat. Or at least… Maybe if you spread your legs out…?”

“Worth a try.” With a visible effort the bustard pulled her thighs apart, sighing. “That does feel a little better.”

Shauna couldn’t help it, going down to her knees and sidling around past Michelle’s taloned foot. And with that, she finally had a look at what her friend had between her legs. Michelle’s cloaca was swollen and red in its tan feathery nest. A trickle of self-lubrication drooling from the horizontal slit down over the bird’s tailfeathers made Shauna’s tongue dart out involuntarily to taste the hint of it on the air.

She sucked the errant organ back in selfconsciously.

“Okay, here it goes…” Michelle announced. Air hissed out through her beak, and she pushed, squeezing with stretched abdominal muscles around the hard shell.

Her small audience watched hypnotized as the bustard’s cloaca opened up, looking like nothing so much as a lewd eyelid opening over a brown-speckled orb. The opening expanded over the surface pressed against it. Widened. And then slid back wetly audible.

Michelle groaned, and tried again. She didn’t know the effect she was having on the viper watching her. In fact, she was only barely aware of the snake at the moment. 

A third try. No luck. Michelle had to stop, panting, her cloaca on fire.

“Need a moment.” She gasped breathily. “Oh fudge.”

Shauna almost offered to go for help again. Almost. Instead, the heat between her own legs hijacked her mouth. “Sssometimes when I have a little trouble-“

She cut herself off. Just a little too late.

Michelle looked down at the reptile beside her. She couldn’t read the slithery coworker well. Never play cards with a reptile you don’t know well, went the saying. Shauna, neck brushing the inside of her ankle where it hung well bast the edge of the laying chair, was very still. Unblinking, of course. 

“What?” She asked, not thinking about anything but getting this lump of an egg out of her.

“Ssssorry. It’s weird. Ignore me.”

“No, tell me.” Michelle grunted. Another contraction was working itself into being. “I’m ready to try anything right now.”

The snake held very still for a stretched moment. Then, Shauna looked away, gaze fixed on a point above the bustard’s opposite ankle.

“Ssssssometimes.” Shauna started cautiously. To her eternal embarrassment (an embarrassment totally unnoticed by anyone else, as it happened) her s’s always started to slip more when she was anxious. “If I’m having trouble. Or if I’m jussst in th- in a mood. I touch mysssssself. Jussssssssss- Just a little bit.”

Dead silence.

“To loosssssen things up.”

It was true. She could take some minimal refuge in that even while her insides twisted up around the chagrin of saying this to Michelle. Would the bustard tell her to leave? Or maybe worse, laugh it off? A painfully adolescent streak suggested ‘Hate you forever?’, but she quashed it. Michelle had never, ever, seemed the vindictive sort.

Introspection was interrupted by movement. She reflexively turned back to the sight of Michelle reaching between her legs.

The stunned serpent stared flabbergasted as the sexiest bird she had ever met gingerly traced a taloned finger over the top rim of her reddened cloaca. The avian gasped, insides clenching without thought or intention from her self-stimulation. “Ah-!”

A mammal would have flushed, where Shauna’s tail curled sluggishly against itself in a tight S curve.

Michelle kept rubbing at her crotch like she wasn’t even there. She was finding herself unexpectedly sensitive, whether from hormones or the abuse her cloacal ring had already suffered. Biology, not to be denied, took the opportunity afforded by her distraction to clamp down again, attempting to expel the egg once more. This treated Shauna to the view of Michelle’s hole opening up again around the speckled tan egg, this time pulled a slightly out of regular shape against it by the fingers pressed to the top edge.

A full body twitch slammed the bustard’s upper body back against the waterproofed cushioning, the bird losing her fingerhold on her stretched cloaca. The bird shrieked quietly (cutely) from the confused, mixed-up sensations in her nethers. The egg pressed, straining, before disappearing back inside.

“Can’t- I can’t…” Michelle choked.

Driven by the tears in Michelle’s eyes, concern, a desire to help- And shamefully, flat-out desire- Shauna slithered up between the bustard’s legs. “Let me help.”

“Hu?” Michelle cooed in confusion. She only reached a semblance of comprehension when the snakes fingers traced up her legs to tease at the corners of her slit, and an instant later a delicate flick against her lower rim told of Shauna getting her tongue in on things as well. “Ah!”

“Just relakssssssss.” The hiss vibrated the dainty forked taster between the bird’s lower lips, sending shocking tickles of sexual tingling through Michelle’s lower body. Her blunt snout nuzzled against the befuddled birds private places, smearing bustard juice over the lesbian scalie’s lips. “Let me take care of everything… tell me if you want me to stop.”

That final direction, the only concession Shauna’s self-control was able to wrest from the jaws of lust, didn’t get any coherent response. Overcome by raging hormones and mixed sensations the bustard barely comprehended more than the raw input of her situation at the moment. In all likelihood, she wouldn’t or couldn’t have voluntarily spoken against the relief from her week-long discombobulation in any case.  She only moaned throatily, laid back with both hands on the egg-bulge of her middle.

Shauna went to town on the lovely bird’s privates. Months of repressed longing came out in a whirlwind of flicking groping caressing sex play. She reveled in the spicy taste of Michelle’s privates. The juices flowed generously to draw her onward.

The hard contact as another contraction pressed eggshell against her tongue didn’t stop her at all. It was just another surface for the enthralled snake to lick at until it disappeared back in as a pleasured shudder wracked the object of her affection.

However long the viper spent between Michelle’s drumsticks, it was enough for that to repeat itself half a dozen times. In each repetition the egg pressed a little farther, widening the cloaca obscenely. That extension wasn’t something Shauna could see. Eyes were totally superfluous here and now. But she could feel it and it lit her passions on fire. She traced around the stretched edge where flesh met calcium shell with her tongue, opening her mouth wide to meet Michelle’s privates in a lewd kiss.

With a triumphant cry of avian pleasure the egg passed that magical midpoint and the strained ring started pushing it out instead of holding it in. Without a thought to the contrary Shauna kept pressed up against it. The reptile’s jaws dislodged themselves to accept the huge egg, her eyes glazed as Michelle’s contraction pressed it right down her maw.

She closed her mouth around it. Rearing up to give gravity the opportunity to assist the viper swallowed convulsively. This only drew the egg in an inch, a fraction still visible between her lips. Again. With ecstatic slowness she pulled it in. Her throat bulged out to thrice it’s width to accommodate, a maneuver only possible for a serpent. The hard egg travelled down her esophagus, brushing her ribcage on the way to her stomach. It settled in.

Shauna was in a rapturous haze, her life complete in one instant.

“Shauna…?” 

The tremulous dazed question brought her crashing back, and it registered on the snake that she had just eaten out her friend and crush. At work. And swallowed her egg. Without, technically, having asked permission to do either. 

“Oh god oh god oh god oh…” Self-protective instinct kicked in and she crumpled into a curled ball, murmuring her mortified mantra. “Ssssssssssssorry, so ssorry sssssssssss-”

Michelle for her part was still catching up to current events. Shauna had been giving her enthusiastic oral sex to ease this hellish laying, and then… then she had the biggest egg Michelle had ever seen going into her mouth, and her neck just [i]stretching[/i] in a mind boggling way. After which the snake had just knelt there, swaying, eyes glazed. For at least a minute. Maybe three? Or at least that was how things were sorting themselves out in her head now that the shocks of the shattering orgasm were fading. She thought it was an orgasm. It was hard to tell with all the rest of the things going on, but it felt like it.

Whatever it was, Shauna was laying there, part of her noodly body hanging off the end of the laying chair, doing an excellent impression of a teakettle having a nervous breakdown.

She sat up, surprised to find one hand pulling away stickily from her abused crotch. The loose timeline in her head seemed to suggest it had found its way there when that egg had been pulling Shauna’s throat nearly translucent… The memory made her shudder, cloacal muscles fluttering. There wasn’t time or energy available to make sense of that though. She leaned forward, reaching out for the distraught reptile.

Shauna fell back away from her over the edge of the chair, falling into an undignified heap on the floor. The hissing reached a crescendo before subsiding.

“Shauna…? Hey. Are you okay?”

“No.” The snake sobbed, curled up around her face. Michelle didn’t think she needed the expression. Might not have helped anyway. “I’m a terrible piece of ssssshit and now you’ll hate me forever and I shouldn’t have… have…”

“Shhhh.” Michelle patted at the shuddering mass of reptile. She swung her legs off the seat and knelt down beside Shauna. “It’ll be okay.”

“No it won’t”

“Yes it will.” The bustard bent to hug Shauna’s cool body. “Everything’s fine, you’re fine. I don’t hate you. Just…” She reached for an elegant way to phrase her confusion. “What the hell just happened?”

“You’re really pretty.” Shauna hiccuped, a full body twitch in Michelle’s arms. “You’re smart and beautiful and I like you. I like girlssss.”

The snake sniffed sadly, pressing into the bustard’s embrace. Driven by a stray motherly instinct (understandable, perhaps, having just given birth) Michelle hugged her tighter, lowering her beak to preen uselessly at Shauna’s brilliant green scales.

“You were ssssssss- so hot.” Shauna reoriented herself a little, chest heaving. “I couldn’t he-help it and I took advantage…”

“There there.” The bustard patted her awkwardly. “I’m all right. You’re all right.”

The ball of viper took a few long juddering breaths. Then, went limp. “…You don’t hate me?”

“No.” Michelle answered honestly. She rubbed comfortingly at what she thought was Shauna’s back. “I don’t hate you.”

Shauna un-knotted herself- revealing that Michelle had been holding her more or less upside down- and turned herself around to hug the bird back. Michelle was surprised to see no tears, until she realized that of course the snake wouldn’t have any. “I’m ssssorry.”

“Apology accepted. Please, just breath.”

She waited, stroking and crooning as the snake in her feathery arms got herself back together. Eventually, when Shauna had stopped shaking, she added. “I am a little confused though.”

“Hmm?” It was a small, timid sound.

“Just… confused.” Michelle repeated. “I’ve never really… thought about anything like that. With a girl? Sorry, I don’t really know what I mean to say.”

They sat in silence, Shauna relaxed into the warm body of the bustard.

“I do feel much better with that egg out of me though.”

Shauna giggled hysterically into Michelle’s chest. She swallowed the laugh down. “I can’t believe you can sssqueeze those out. Even if it is bigger than normal.”

The bird chuckled. “Well it’s usually not a problem…”

“What was the medicine anyway?”

“New birth control. I was thinking about starting dating.” Michelle felt the snake tense under her arms. “I don’t think I like it though. That’s just too much.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” 

Michelle paused, thinking.

“Can I see it? I can feel your tummy bumping mine.”

“Sssure.” Shauna pulled back. She couldn’t quite meet the bustard’s gaze. Fortunately said gaze was angled downward.

“Holy cow.” The bird breathed after a moment, surveying the smaller reptile’s stomach. In Shauna, skinny and lithe as she was, it looked even bigger. She rested a hand on her friend’s midsection.  “Was I carrying all that around?”

“Yeah.” Shauna giggled despite herself. “It was kinda ho- um. Yeah it was really big.”

“Wow.”

Startlingly Michelle realized that Shauna was fully clothed. And that she wasn’t. Really, that shouldn’t have mattered after having the snake’s snoot buried in her cooch, but it wasn’t something she could help but notice. Better find something else to think about until she could retrieve her panties. Like…

Oh lord.

“Shauna, you’re soaked.”

“What?” The serpent reached up to wipe at the smears of femcum on her face.

“No, I mean down…” Michelle pointed gingerly down at the visibly wet spot between the snake’s legs.

Shauna glanced down. Gasped. Her hands shot between her legs with a speed more often associated with her species striking to bite. “Oh god… I guess I really enjoyed that.”

“I guess so.” Michelle agreed dryly. She turned to give Shauna a little privacy, for all the good that would do. She retrieved her pants and underthings.

“I can’t work like this.” Shauna realized. “Oh hell. I need to go home and get…. Oh no. What if they think I wet myself!”

“You do look like a gusher. I think they’ll wonder more when you got pregnant though.” 

The dressing bustard took a perverse satisfaction from Shauna’s abashed groan as the snake doubled over her stuffed midsection. “Wonderful.”

“Hey. I don’t think I have the rest of the day in me, so I’m going to claim some of my comp time.” Now feeling better with her slacks on, she patted the distraught snake’s head. “Want me to sign you out sick?”

“Yeah…” 

“And, well. Maybe we can talk this out over dinner?” Michelle asked tenuously. “No promises, I mean I don’t know, but… maybe I don’t need birth control to date.”

Shauna’s head darted up, eyes wide as they could be for her. Her tongue flicked out once. 

Michelle bobbed her head back, questioningly.

“I don’t think I’m going to be hungry until the day after tomorrow…” The snake said, voice light with a new optimism. “But I’d be happy to tag along. I know a good Indian restaurant. My treat.”

“That sounds good.” Michelle laughed.

[center][i]-Three Weeks Later-[/i][/center]

“Hey, Shelly?” It was late Friday afternoon, almost quitting time. Michelle was almost finished with her current project. She swung her office chair around to regard the snake standing at the entrance to her cube, wearing a black dress that [i]a l m o s t[/i] violated company dress code.

She smiled. “Hi Sha-sha. Just finishing here. What’s up?”

“Welllll…” Shauna rested a hand on her hip, tail curling around her weightbearing leg. Absolutely adorable. “I’m due to lay in the next day or ssso… I thought I should ask my sexy girlfriend if she wanted to help out.”

“That’s some good thinking.” A thrill ran through the bustard, and she flicked through her files, saving each in turn. 

Michelle felt a cool presence in the air currents just behind her, before a scaly chin rested on her shoulder. She spoke low, in case anyone else might hear through the sounds of the office. “…Do snakes mind if their eggs get eaten? I still can’t get… what you did… out of my head, and…”

The question dangled in midair until Shauna giggled back. “It’s not like they’re fertilized.”

She raised her head a few inches to whisper right into the bird’s ear canal. “Half the time I eat them mysssssself. Costssss a lot of nutrients, you know? Your laying cycle should be coming up soonish, shouldn’t it…? I wouldn’t want my birdy to be malnourished.”

Michelle shuddered. Only about half from the tongue flicking at her ear. It took tremendous effort to keep her voice low.

“You. My place. Fifteen minutes.”

Smooth scales nuzzled the side of her face, and she felt the snake retreat. A long tail brushed against her tail feathers as Shauna left.

Michelle didn’t dare look back. If she had to watch that scaly tail swing out of her cube like she knew it was swinging, well…

Better not have hot lesbian sex in the hall at work. HR frowned on that sort of thing.



[center]The End[/center]