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This one is a long time in the works but holy crap it ended up being exactly what I needed right now. I'm in a Kentanni mood, in an egg mood, and apparently in a deer mood (You'll see in the story, not the art).
In this story, Kentanni the tiny hippogryph goes for a morning flight when she realizes the clutch inside her is bigger than it should be and came earlier than her natural cycle, so she ends up semi-trapped near crystals trying to lay the eggs when she recalls what may have done this to her, settling on a blue deer that seemed to be emanating fertility magic that she'd fooled with earlier in the week, compounded by her resonant magic with the crystals.
Content Warning: Prolapse, eggs, and some mild discussion of potential gore (Doesn't happen but it is brought up as a possibility)
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Tiny Hole Wrecking
\tKentanni was having the best type of dream. A sexy dream. One where her tiny body was being used by a larger partner, who was going up under her tail with a cock so big it came out her gullet and she had to wrap her hands around her beak to keep from leaking all that delicious cum.
\tShe'd seen Fidget do that with the aid of a potion and had been fantasizing about it ever since. To feel a cock pop right into her plump tail hole, go deep, rearrange everything inside while rubbing against the many folds of her inner flesh, then coming out the mouth covered in all her juices that she got to taste alongside his member? Yeah, that was exactly the sort of thing she liked to fantasize about.
\tIt was possible to indulge in such fantasies with the aid of specific magics or potions but it was still potentially dangerous if the right precautions were not taken. So Kentanni saved that sort of thing for special occasions and enjoyed exceptionally vivid dreams instead.
\tWhich was why it was such a shame when she was jolted awake by the sound of the door shutting beneath her. She groggily blinked and groaned to herself as she pushed off her pillow with each feather and strand of fur matted or pressed in a strange direction, licking her beak and clicking it.
\tKentanni shared a nest with her primary partner, Wrasir, in a balcony in the front foyer of their house over top the front door. They were both tiny hippogryphs and were able to fly around the house with ease so they didn't need a room of their own. They just slept in a custom perch where everyone else could see them. No privacy but they never needed it.
\tThe house was pretty large, because it housed a dozen people at any given time. All members of the same polygamous group had their primary, but that didn't mean they were swingers. Kentanni had Wrasir, but she was just as likely to spend time with Therris or Vvilfred. Afearnia was without a primary for a while but had introduced the group to Ezra, and they both tended to share company with any and all other members of the group. There was spectrum of attachment between each other.
\tOf course it helped they had lived many lives together, so they all had indisputable chemistry.
\tShe yawned and looked out the front window above the door to see it was Vvilfred the draft stallion heading out to work. He must have been late because he shut the door with a bit more force than he usually did and he was not the type of horse to get angry.
\tWrasir stirred in the bed next to her, rolling over onto his back to reveal his equine member flopped over his thigh, fully unfolded from his sheathe but soft.
\tKentanni delicately cradled its tip, rubbing it enough to get him hard without waking him up. It didn't work. His intense eyes shot open the moment she gave him that first squeeze and he smiled at her. “What a pleasant way to wake!” He said while folding his hands behind his head and clenching his loins to focus some blood to his cock, making it swell and stiffen.
\tHe was only slightly larger but he was hung like a horse, not just for his size either. His member, even soft but fully exposed, nearly reached to his chin and was as thick as the widest part of his forearm. Both he and Kentanni were under a meter tall but that cock wouldn't have looked out of place on a full quadruped pony.
\t“Well good morning to you both.” she said, then flicked his tip right at the urethral opening.
\tHe flinched and curled his toe talons. “Hey, I'm sensitive!”
\t“No you're not.” She teased, then straddled his thighs while hoisting his cock up to press it against her belly and chest. Normally this would be easy, since it'd rest comfortably in her neck fluff, but her belly was rounder and broader than she expected.
\t“Oop! Someone's gravid!” Wrasir cooed at her. “Didn't know you were due for another clutch already. Isn't that still like, a month away?” He grabbed his length and pushed it towards her, allowing it to gently bend around her rounded belly and smear some emerging morning fluids into her plumage.
\tShe hunched over a bit so she could nuzzle and lick the length of his shaft, kleeting at him and grinding her pussy against his sheathe where his rigid length met his ball sack. “Probably, but it can happen early.” She leaned forward, crawling over him so that the length of his shaft dragged down her chest and belly until she was hovering over his head, belly just beyond his beak's curve. She flicked her tail and clenched her loins to wink her equine clit, spurting a tiny stream of creamy slime down the length of his shaft. Beads of her silky arousal trailed down his veiny ridges, pooling in the folds of his sheath and forming bridges from his flesh to hers.
\tHe grabbed her hip with one hand and reached between his thighs with the other, guiding his rounded cock head right into her meaty slit, rubbing it up and down to smear his fluids and hers all over her vulva, ensuring she was soaked before easing back onto him.
\tKentanni shuffled back on his torso while nuzzling him behind the ear, kleeting chirps tickling him deeply and making his every feather and strand of fur stand on end as she slowly took each and every bit of him.
\tWell, half of him. As she eased back while clenching her loins to snugly stroke him with her passage, she could only get half way down his shaft to the median ring where the sleek, fleshy end stopped and the more velvety, soft end began. She stopped and grunted, one eye twitching as she tried to push down a bit harder; she was eager to take him all, to ride every bit of him from flare to base. But the more she pushed on him, the more uncomfortable she felt. After a few changes of angle and pressure, she was clearly getting frustrated.
\tSo Wrasir grabbed her haunches and stopped her from pushing down so hard she bent his length under the pressure. He could already feel the resistance of her vulva as his member bowed towards her tail hole, barely keeping from an abrupt snap. Luckily he wasn't fully hard yet, so even if that happened he'd be fine but that was never fun. “It's fine, you don't need to take me all, you can ride gently. Shallow thrusts. You know I love it when you grind and grab me and wink.”
\t“It's not that.” She huffed, arms braced against the side of the nest for extra leverage. “I want you deep, and I can tell I'm just a bit plugged up.”
\tGiven that she was part mare, when she was in heat and needed a direct deposit of his seed in her womb, her cervix opened up just enough that he could pop his member in, only to have the pressure of it squeezing his member force him to flare instantly, forming a plug to stop any of his essence from escaping her. But not today. Both of them could feel something stopping them from going that deep, and it seemed to he right at the entrance to her womb.
\t“That's fine, sometimes you get an egg that's kinda stuck there. No big deal.” He grabbed her tail base and pulled her off him, alleviating the pressure she was putting on his length. “Just don't keep pushing, you're gonna double me over and I'll need to heal from that.”
\tShe let go of the side of the nest. “Oh, sorry, right.” She shifted in place so she was on both talons, squatting down on him instead of riding him, her thick mare lips hovering over him with her slit just barely kissing his median ring as his head probed her as deep as it would go.
\tHe only subtly started grinding his hips into her, not enough to assault her cervix, but definitely enough to slosh her fluids and give her depths a gentle tug when his flare began to swell and anchor deep within her. She gyrated her hips too, almost rolling his member inside her and making it stir her tender flesh. The bumps that lined the ridge of it teased and tickled her perfectly.
\tAfter a bit of grinding and idly rolling into each other, Kentannit's breathing intensified and she started bouncing, the swelling flare tugging her depths like it was trying to pull her inside out before she slammed back down and felt everything to back in place amidst the squelching of her passage churning their collective mess.
\tBefore long, he was chattering his beak and grabbing her neck plumage to pull her down in a beak-locking kiss, his balls tensing up and his shaft pumping his seed into her while she clenched her loins and winked her clit, squeezing a seal around his shaft so no drop escaped her.
\tHe twitched, she shuddered, and once she collapsed on him, his cock softened and her depths released him with a plop, a torrent of his essence soaking his loins and pooling on the folds of his balls.
\tWithout breaking eye contact, she slowly crawled back, one hand between her legs to rub her clit and tease her lips. Once she was low enough, she lowered her beak to his sheath and lapped at the mess he'd made with her dexterous tongue, alternating between that and nuzzling his softening cock. She did her best to clean him as best she could before his member folded itself back up into him, leaving his loins moist with her saliva and the remnants of his ejaculate that she couldn't get in time.
\tWrasir pulled her up and held her chest to his, their hearts beating in unison. “Good morning!” He kleeted at her, preening her neck plumage.
\t“The mest morning, with you.” She said, nuzzling into him.
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\tOnce the bliss wore off, she decided it was time to get up and go. Vvilfred left before sunrise because his job as a landscaper was better if he finished before it got too hot. That meant they had about an hour to relax before dawn. And that was exactly when she got up for her morning flights.
\tSome people walked. Some people swam. Some people slithered. Some people scuttled. And many people flew. Kentanni was a flyer, so she made a habit of getting out early and enjoying some alone time in the skies after the nocturnals went to sleep and the diurnals started their day.
\tShe pecked a kiss on his cheek and went out the door attached to their bed. Their entire room was in an alcove above the front door. They had a big window to look out, their own meter tall door, and a wide perch they could roost upon if they wanted fresh air.
\tAfter waving to him, she jumped from the perch and flapped hard to clear the treeline, banking just before blasting through a branch and some leaves. That initial departure was always hardest, gaining altitude without thermals or an appropriate gust of wind was quite exhausting, but it was even more taxing than normal this morning. She couldn't help but glance down at her round belly, gravid with a clutch. “Well that's going to be a hassle. This is meant to be exercise.” She muttered to herself as she did a swooping circle and gained enough altitude to glide out to her destination.
\tKentanni kept a small satchel tied around her torso that wrapped around her arms and wing shoulders, leaving her valuables in a pouch on her chest. She had no breasts – avians don't nurse – but she did have an ample bosom from the chest plumage so the satchel would have sat lower if not for the bulge in her belly. This made flying exhausting to the point it wasn't even fun.
\tIn the back of her mind she wanted to set some goals to reach before she gave up on her morning exercise, but every time she thought up a reasonable plan, she just groaned to herself and flapped a few more times to counter the weight in her womb.
\tThis clutch was far heavier than she was used to. She'd flew while gravid before, it definitely had an impact on wing dexterity and weight distribution but this was far worse than she normally experienced. It didn't feel like she had eggs inside her but rocks. She was a strong enough flyer but this was getting to be too much.
\tAfter the tenth revision of her morning goals, she accepted that she needed to stop. The weight was too much and the farther away from home she went, the harder it would be to get back. She had magic to counter it but that drained her energy so quickly if it wasn't necessary so she tried to avoid it.
\tWith her mind made, she looked for a good place to set down for a rest before turning around. Below her was mostly small groups of trees dotting the landscape between fields, paved trails, and a web of creeks and boardwalks. This was a national park area, beyond the borders of the Vast Emerald Wood but still a protected area.
\tThere seemed to be a nice little bundle of trees next to a creek that was nowhere near any of the paths or boardwalks, which would be best for her. She needed to take care of these eggs and though she was not shy she had no real desire to expose her gaping slit to passerby.
\tOnce she swooped down, she felt like gravity was suddenly multiplying on her. Even flapping she couldn't keep afloat and nearly crashed beak first into a tree that had large, teal-glowing ademane crystals growing out of it. She banked, rolled, and flipped in midair to land on all fours but the momentum was so much that she still nearly fell on her tail. She had to dig her claws into the ground for balance and stability.
\tShe skidded to a stop, leaving furrows in the dirt and moss. “Ugh, my claws are all dirty now.” She stood up straight and flicked the dirt from her talons, then surveyed her area. She was Surrounded by about twelve trees total, and they were all in a nearly perfect circle with each one having at least one large crystal growing out of the trunk. There was a consistency to it that was unnerving to her. This was a national park and she wasn't so far from one of the paths that these trees couldn't be seen.
\tYet the layout and the glowing crystals – which was not unheard of but rare outside of places that had ademane mist or fog – mixed with the fact that the clutch in her womb was abnormally heavy was making her feel uneasy.
\tAnd it wasn't even that the eggs were heavier than normal. Sure, they felt like they had the heft of rocks for their size, but the closer she got to one of the crystals the more she seemed to feel an actual pull of the egg being tugged out of her. It was like she was going into a form of labour, despite the eggs only having formed the night before. She shouldn't be laying yet.
\t“What is going on here.” She said to herself as she doubled over, the pressure of one of the eggs on her cervix being strangely uncomfortable. Usually when she was ready to lay her clutch, her body adjusted and she felt the pressure but it was comfortable, even pleasant. But this time, her depths were trying to escape her, tugged by the girth of the eggshell that refused to slide into her birth canal.
\tNot only did she get exhausted, the longer she went without having the first one lurch out of her with a plap, the heavier she began to breathe. She stumbled from tree to tree, hand on her belly, which appeared to have grown since she departed home. Now she looked round all the way up to her chest, not just a cute bulge in her lower abdomen.
\tSomething was decidedly wrong here. This was not natural. She didn't have all the data to speak with authority but something about this clutch was interacting with the magic of the crystals and the magic resonance she shared with Wrasir, making them grow extra fast. It wasn't the only possible explanation but given the sensation she felt coursing through her when she was near a crystal – the same feeling she got when she and Wrasir were close – she assumed that to be a factor.
\tThe tingling even seemed to come directly from the clutch inside her as the eggs all clacked and vibrated against each other in her womb. It was hard to decipher the details, but she was certain that there was some magic shenanigans affecting her clutch.
\tExcept that didn't make sense. She'd never had this happen before and she'd spent entire seasons in the Vast Emerald Wood where fertility magic was common and wild. If that's what this was, then this wouldn't be a new experience for her. Unless a different variable had changed.
\tShe got to her knees, squatting with her plump, swollen lips exposed just above the grass and moss on the ground. Once she closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, she tried to think back to anything she'd done recently that might have affected her fertility.
\tContractions rocked her body, constricting her abdomen in an attempt to squeeze the eggs out of her but she felt no give in her cervix, just a shifting in the weight closest to her entrance. The best she could do was relax, trying to remember as she fell into a near slumber.
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\tShe'd been with multiple partners over the past week, not just Wrasir. Sure, she made a point to let him have her at least once a day to share and trade magic, enforcing their resonance, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. The fact that he'd fisted her made no difference. Granted, he did try to convince her to take one of Fidget's potions to let him curl up fully inside her, but that was a lot of work so they opted not to. Not this heat cycle.
\tVvilfred the draft stallion had enjoyed her company on break from work, using her for his pleasure in one of the equipment sheds. He'd used both hands to wrap around her torso, using her to stroke his cock. Like Wrasir, he could only plunge part of his member into her, but her flesh rolling over his flare was enough to bring him to climax with ease. He was big, but he'd finished in her many times before. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
\tShe'd been taken by a large dragon during a live sex show performance, and he was so big that she was little more than a cap at the tip of his cock. That was fun, but none of the cum stayed inside her and she had a strange harmony with the essence of dragon so having her clutch act weird like this didn't really make sense.
\tA snake had spent some time in her womb overnight, a garter, but he'd been infertile.
\tIt wasn't until she remembered her flight to this same area a week or so prior that she remembered something that was awry. It wasn't far from this same copse of trees, close enough she recognized the area but she hadn't seen the crystals before.
\tShe had landed on one of the railings of the boardwalk next to the creek, where she perched at face height for the people who were walking by. She enjoyed the cool breeze in her feathers that day.
\tFor fun, she'd made a little game of running down the railing to the boardwalk to see how good her balance was before doing a quick turn around to go back. She was just having fun, taking in the sights when she saw something out of the ordinary in the treeline at the edge of the meadow. Across the clearing, partially hiding behind a fern, was a brilliant sky blue and white buck with sleek, elegant antlers and a big fluffy mane around his neck. He was quadruped but stood taller than most bipeds.
\tKentanni had never seen a blue deer before, so she let her curiosity take her to the sky, where she flew over to where she saw the deer and landed in a nearby tree. She tied talking to him to see if he was sentient or not, but he just gave her an amused side-eye. He didn't seem sentient but he also wasn't fleeing so she stuck around to observe a bit before documenting him and leaving.
\tBut as she was flitting from tree to tree behind him, keeping up with his pace, she found herself growing a little loopy in his wake. He was emanating a powerful scent that was making her feel like she was in heat herself! Which made no sense to her at the time, the males don't trigger estrus in the females, it was the females that made them go into rut.
\tAnd yet, the more time she spent hovering around the quadruped deer, the more she found herself in a state of deep, carnal need for cock. But not just any cock. She imagined riding her own husband the moment she got home and while the thought didn't repulse her she didn't get any joy out of the fantasy. She then tried thinking about bigger partners with bigger cocks, and it did nothing.
\tYet the moment she wondered what sort of equipment he housed between his legs, she felt her whole body warm and tingle with desire. She apparently wanted this blue deer in particular.
\tHe seemed to know it, too, because he kept smirking at her and offering her half-sidelong glances every time he stepped around a tree and she followed. He even went so far as to lift his tail so she could see that cute pink tail hole of his. The colour made it stand out against the white and blue around it enough that she considered probing to see if he'd let her bury her beak in it.
\tWhen she got closer to see how he reacted, she noticed he had a tag on his one ear. Okay, so maybe not sentient but domestic? Tracked by some local authority? She couldn't be sure, but for now she just wanted to test him. See how he reacted when she approached.
\tThe blue deer looked up at her when she landed on a branch overhead. His eyes locked to hers and she could have swore that he smiled at her, daring her to make a move.
\tShe'd said something silly to see if he'd respond again, but he just stepped away with his tail up to once again reveal that plump pucker of his, pumping his tail to waft his scent her way.
\tKentanni's eyes were quite keen and she could see the pink flesh of his tail hole was juicy and tender, like the lips of her vulva at the height of estrus. Practically begging to be penetrated. And yet she lacked a cock to do that, or she would have loved to prop herself up on his haunches and go wild.
\tInstead, she fluttered over and draped off a nearer tree branch so that her legs were just above the small of his back, nearly touching him. He didn't move or startle at her flapping wings or sudden motion, so she eased herself to perch upon his hindquarters, hands and wings out for balance just in case he bolted.
\tHe stayed perfectly still, only turning his head to look back at her, curious and friendly.
\t“Well then.” She'd said, slowly crouching so she was squatting on him, rump nearly touching the fur of his lower back. With hands on his shoulders, she caught his eye and kleeted at hum, gaping her beak in a grin while the aura of his scent smothered her.
\tHe flicked his ears with an excess of personality, shaking his antlers and wiggling his black snout at her, all while wagging his stump of a fluffy tail, stirring up the scent even more.
\tCurious, she turned on his back so that she was facing his back end, slowly lowering until her belly was hanging over his haunches, her legs were draped over his side, and his tail was nestled between her neck and shoulder.
\tHis tail hole was right there, almost within tongue distance of her beak. Its scent was sweet, floral and musky in equal measure, like fermented fruit blended with cut grass. For some reason, it spoke directly to her and she couldn't help but shift towards his hind end to get enough leverage to press her beak to his pucker, probing his flesh with her tongue.
\tIn retrospect she should have expected him to kick or buck or flee, but in the heat of the moment she just knew he was as eager for her touch as she was to feel him.
\tShe grabbed his rump cheeks and massaged them, pulling on his flesh to gape his hole ever so gently, an opening she plugged with her tongue. She also kept massaging his rump cheeks, teasing him and caressing from tail hole to the base of his balls.
\tHe made a cute bleating noise behind her as her flesh probed his, shuffling in place to brace himself, eager to feel more of her inside him. He even hooked his neck around to nibble her leg feathering, the long hairs on her calves and ankles. He didn't chew or tug, but definitely nibbled.
\tExcept she had just finally gotten a good look at his twin orbs. Up to this point, his underside was hidden by ferns or his haunches, but this close and from this angle she could see the pair of them hanging between his legs and each one was as big as her head!
\tKentanni was entranced by those virile spheres. She had been lost to his tail hole and had thougt about using her entire arm to pleasure him since it was clear his flesh was as needy and malleable as hers, but she got distracted by his orbs, and when she slid off his back to crouch next to him, she was blessed with her dreams made manifest. Right at her face height, his massive white-furred sheathe drooled more of his fluids into the leaf litter beneath them, the pink of his tapered length slowly emerging from its hiding spot deep within his body.
\tHe gently stomped a hind hoof, indicating he was disappointed she was no longer focusing on his rump, but his cock kept growing until it nearly touched the ground between his legs, so big it almost scared Kentanni. It was smooth and pink, the same flesh colour as his rump pucker, and it had a median ring like a stallion while being so thick at the base it was nearly as big around as she was!
\tWhich was extra impressive considering its total length was as long as her entire body from ear tip to toe talons! The logistics of how she craved it made no sense but it didn't matter. In her hormone addled mind, she needed it.
\tSo she cradled his cock in both hands and rubbed her cheek and neck down its length, smearing his copious fluids into her plumage. She was not shy one bit, she only stopped short of opening her beak to take a taste. She knew as soon as that cock was wrapped in flesh it'd buck forth and it'd end up somewhere beyond her stomach. That wasn't her goal.
\tThe blue deer remained calm but still shuffled in place a bit, hoofing the ground and snorting with anticipation the more she fondled him, idly bucking into her hands to force more of his length to slide past her, smearing her as gobs of precum soaked into her and what missed her made little puddles on the leaves below.
\tShe tried wrapping her hands around the base while the thinner end of his tapered shaft rested on her shoulder, but she couldn't do it. The girth of it, the firmness of it, the slickness of its length, and the rich scent that came from it all made her own loins literally leak lubrication as she fantasized about having it in her. The problem was, with most rutting deer, she knew that once she let him have his way with her he'd be quick, he'd be aggressive, and he'd be thorough, but there would be nothing she could do to stop it.
\tAnd she loved that. She wanted that. She needed to have it lance through her, to fill her and erupt virile buck seed into her. She desired that more than anything else in the heat of the moment.
\tSo she wasted no more time before turning and slipping underneath him, adjusting so that she was between his front legs and her tail was up, exposing her deep black slit which was soaking wet and dripping slime onto the ground between her legs. She reached back to wrap her hands around his tip, guiding it to her plump, estrus-soaked lips.
\tAs expected, the instant he felt his cock flesh touch the heat of her depths, he snorted and shuffled into her, forcing half his length into with a single thrust. The narrow tip plowed through her passage, found her cervix but missed it, redirected along her walls and forced her depths to go straight until he funneled into her womb. Form there, he kept going, shuffling and bucking, the taper of his length stretching her wide until his median ring burst past her lips, coaxing a wink out of her clit. Another buck and he got about three quarters of his length buried inside, which was so much she could feel her womb being displaced inside her somewhere in her chest.
\tShe could feel the firmness of his member tickling the back of her throat despite it not even being up her own tail hole, he was so deep.
\tAnd then he pinned her to the ground by the back of the neck and bucked a few more times, stabbing her throat from within as his balls clenched and squeezed his full load into her in a matter of seconds.
\tHis essence sprayed into her womb, the pressure of it so intense it actually showed in her belly bulge as it curved and redirected around. His cock was thick enough that it temporarily plugged her and kept the seed in her womb before the pressure grew too much as she bloated. Her womb virtually inflated, swelling to the size she'd be if she carried a dragon egg nearly the size of her torso! It wasn't until he was satisfied and pulled out that most of it leaked out of her, soaking into the ground.
\tThe blue deer turned and exposed his rump to her again, practically begging her to give it more attention now that he'd taken care of her.
\tShe wasn't done with him yet, but she needed a breather to let his seed seep out of her or be absorbed. That much cum so fast was exhausting.
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\tAs she meditated next to the trees with the crystals, she pieced together her time with the blue deer to what was happening now. It was just a theory in the back of her mind but she assumed that the cervine had somehow come in contact with magic that made his rut transmittable. His horniness affected her, and his seed was hyper virile. So now she was with eggs that were affected by his essence instead of the usual, light clutch she'd have herself. And the crystals were resonating with the same fertility magic, making them grow.
\tYeah, sure. That made perfect sense. It was a stretch of a half dozen leaps of logic but it was all plausible and everything lined up even if there were some cracks filled in with her own assumptions.
\tNone of that mattered if she couldn't get the growing egg out of her.
\tShe remained breathing deeply and heavily while squatting in the grass between the trees, noting that the eggs inside her were pushing down towards the ground from inside her. The egg that was touched by fertility magic and conjured by the seed of a rutting blue deer.
\tKentanni should have been mad at him but she liked the pressure. The girth of the eggs inside her, the weird sense of near danger of something getting stuck in her, and the implications of being properly gravid was exciting and novel for her. Much of her life was spent having fun with others, sure, but it was rarely new and exciting, it was usually just regular exciting. This was new. So it was special.
\tThe problem was that even when she was trying to relax, her womb was not letting the eggs go. Her cervix was not ready to dilate and let them pass through, so she just felt the weight of them and the strength of their tugging on her womb. To her benefit, the pressure of womb descending with big eggs meant that her pussy was being caressed and massaged wonderfully.
\tIn her position kneeling in the grass, she had the right hip angle to loosen up her loins and part the lips of her slit, exposing her red inner walls to the chill of the air. It was nice. It tickled!
\tBut she still needed to worry about getting those eggs out. And the more she pushed and grunted and shifted her weight to get a better angle, the less sure she was that she was going to succeed. She ended up having to get to her feet, with tail up and thighs parted wide to grunt and push down, but the harder she pushed the more pressure she felt on her cervix, like the first egg was stuck.
\tThat gave her an idea. It the first egg was stuck, maybe a smaller one needed to come out first to loosen her up. So from her position squatting and leaning against one of the crystals growing from the roots of the trees, she wrapped an arm around her hip and started caressing her slit to collect as much of her natural fluids as she could get before smearing it up and down her vulva and coating her hand. She then leaned back and slipped a couple digits into herself, cycling her fingertips to tease her walls, loosening herself up. Her passage was more sensitive than it should have been.
\tFertility magic like that amplified every step of the process.
\tShe added fingers until all four were plunged knuckle deep between her thick folds, the meat of her vulva and clit resting on her palm as she waved all four fingertips within her. Normally her passage went deep within her, but the descended egg made it so that its length was compressed and the cervix was near the entrance. She tickled her cervix, slipping a finger through it to press against the shell of the egg inside; the hope was to dislodge it and maybe push it in deeper to cycle around and try a potentially smaller one of the clutch first.
\tThe more she pressed up against the shell, the clearer it became that the egg wasn't moving. She tried tracing circles around the dilated opening, then even going so far as to insert her whole fist inside herself to get better leverage so she could plunge fingers deep within her open womb but that didn't work. The broad curve of the eggshell completely sealed her cervix, blocking anything from entering her womb.
\t“Ugh!” She grunted to herself, clicking beak in frustration. The pressure continued to build as the eggs slowly kept growing inside her. The expansion was slow, but she'd noticed that she was already a bit bigger now than she was when she started working on herself. If she didn't get these out before they grew too big, she might literally burst.
\tWhich wouldn't be as big a deal as it sounded. She was only a half hour flight from home, if something ruptured she could apply some healing magic to temporarily seal herself up, and when she got back to Wrasir their resonance would amplify the healing to fix things. She was going to be fine and had no fear about damaging herself, but that still didn't sound like a good time to her.
\tAnd deep in the back of her mind, the danger and panic of struggling with a hyper-sized clutch was exciting in much the same way there was an adventurous lust that came to her when presented with a full sized partner too big for her. That loss of control and implied danger – even if she was never in harm's way – was deeply arousing in a way that safe, routine sex could never be. Being able to heal from anything, use potions to expand her capabilities, and having that magical resonance with Wrasir meant she could be as adventurous as she wanted without concern.
\tSo part of her wanted to just squat in place, let the eggs grow, and see just how extreme it got before the pressure forced them out whether her cervix gave way or not.
\tBut she also wanted to force it, so she didn't give up.
\tHer fist was fully inside her depths, with her fingers probing at the entrance to her womb in a continued attempt to dislodge the egg. It wasn't working, but the constant shifting of her hand teased her folds and gave her the pleasure needed to coax a series of orgasmic contractions and clitoral winks, her slit oozing fluids – both arousal and egg-laying juices – down her forearm.
\tNo matter what she did, she couldn't move that egg. And she couldn't force her hand into her womb to wrap around it. A small part of her seriously considered clawing at it with her fingertips to crack the shell and deal with the resulting mess of yolk and other fluids as it collapsed and came out of her. That would be a sharply unpleasant sensation, but it'd be less egregious than tearing when the eggs grew too large. It also wouldn't feel as satisfying as passing the full sized clutch.
\tSo she kept working without resorting to that. She adjusted position again, trying to dig deeper within herself while squatting, while on her knees, while on her back, and while standing with one leg up. She knew the position and angle of her thighs would affect her hip bones, which might help loosen up her vaginal canal to facilitate the passage of the eggs.
\tNothing was worked. It was stuck. She didn't give up, but thought about another potential idea.
\tHer hand was soaked, absolutely drenched and dripping a mixture of natural lubricants secreted from her pussy walls and what little womb fluid that escaped around the egg, so she was able to collect some of that and smear it up under her tail. She probed her plump, round pucker, soaking her tail hole inside and out and lubricating it.
\tThat was when she remembered she had a vial of that concentrated lube in her satchel, so she popped the cap and squeezed some into her palm before applying it to both passages liberally. Some of it went up her slit to make that passage extra slick, and the rest went on her hand and under her tail.
\tIt was a bit of a stretch, but she was able to lean back in a squatting position while leaning against a tree, curling her wrist to pump her hand into her tail hole as the plump ring of flesh stretched and dilated to swallow her with ease. She felt her fist lurch deeper into herself as her entrance passed over her knuckles only to get halted when she felt the pressure of the egg pushing out against her guts.
\tOkay, that was what she needed to do. She needed to wiggle her hand in a bit deeper, wrap around it through the walls of flesh that separated her bowels and womb, then push it out from there. She couldn't get her hand through her cervix since it seemed her body hadn't adjusted to that stage of the laying process to dilate it, so this was the best she could do.
\tSo she leaned back, glad she was flexible, until she was buried elbow-deep in herself. She felt her hand pass through her guts to snugly force its way between the girth of the eggs and the firmness of her spine. Getting past that was a challenge, but once she felt the pressure lessen on the far end of the absolutely massive egg, she started feeling around and a sense of dread washed over her.
\tThere were no other eggs. It was just one massive one. This full bulge in her belly, one that doubled her abdominal girth, was a single egg. No wonder it didn't move and she couldn't breach her cervix. But that also meant that she was going to struggle even harder than she anticipated.
\tLuckily, her hand was already past the egg's girth in her guts, so she had the leverage she needed to apply that extra pressure and help ease it out. And since there was a cushion between her hand and the egg thanks to the multiple walls of flesh that lined her guts and womb, she didn't need to worry about cracking it. Though at this point cracking it might be the only or best option.
\tShe chuckled to herself as she imagined running down a boardwalk and then belly-flopping deliberately onto a rock to crack it as onlookers gasped when her belly collapsed and egg shot out from under her tail.
\tThat wasn't the plan. Not yet. She kept digging in her guts, pushing down while also doing her best to press and apply pressure to the far end of the egg so it would shift.
\tIt didn't work at first. She felt next to no movement from the egg no matter how much she bared down and grunted and pushed with her abdominal walls and pulled with her hand. At least not at first. She had to clench and squeeze with all her might, imitating a natural contraction before having to stop and take a few breaths, relaxing a bit. When she tensed up, the egg did shift downward, even if it made no progress on dilating her cervix, and it shifted back up farther into her abdomen when she relaxed. Its motion shifted her flesh in a way that made her tail hole speak to her, the juices of her guts mixing with the lube to spatter out around her forearm.
\tShe couldn't help but moan a bit at the sounds. If she wasn't struggling with a massive egg in her womb, that would be exactly the sound she'd get when a massive cock churned her guts or cunt. It was a symphony of squelches and spattering as her silky bowel mess – the slimy mucosal kind – formed globules and escaped, dribbling off her plump pucker to roll over her pussy lips and escape to the grass when she winked her clit.
\tHer attempts to collect it and re-apply the gooey mess to her holes was only half accurate. She missed as much as she caught.
\tBut when she slipped her fingers into her pussy, she found that the egg's shell was teasing her entrance from the inside, cervix and womb fully descended to the point that she felt the firm rim of her cervix resting right at her opening, clit next to it. Her entire vaginal canal had compressed, and the egg was right there, ready to pop out. If only she could loosen up her cervix!
\tShe kept her fist deep in her rump, palm widened as she tried her best to push on the egg from within her bowels. The more she moved, the looser her guts became and the more noise she got to hear against the subtle sounds of bugs buzzing in the copse of trees and the humming of the crystal. It was a lovely symphony of schlicks and squelches for an audience of only her, and she loved it.
\tThe process of alternating between pushing by clenching her abdominal walls while pushing on the back end of the egg through her rump entrance and relaxing to regain her breath and not get too exhausted seemed to be making some progress. Each time she pushed down, she felt her cervix widening a bit more, even if it was not ready to let go of the egg. Then when she relaxed and tit sucked back up into her, she actually came to love the sensations. The mass of shell and the texture lining it teased her walls and churned her flesh in the same way it would if she was in control and toying with it.
\tSo she got to feel the sensation of friction as the egg was effectively thrust in and out of her, nearly popping out only to shift back inside her, each motion only subtle in length but feeling like she was being bucked into by a stallion and turned inside out each stroke.
\tIt got to the point where she wasn't just pushing down and relaxing, but when it was time for the egg to get sucked back up into her she actively clenched her outer pelvic muscles to speed up the process and push it in further and deeper. It stopped being a struggle to force it out and started to be a matter of using it to pleasure herself by having it shift in and out of her.
\tNaturally, this meant that with each push out, her flesh stretched a bit and her cervix dilated a bit more until the shell began to crown, pressing out against her meaty slit, the pressure of it nearly forcing her hand out of her tail hole as well. She could feel the girth of the egg forcing lengths of her guts to bunch up in the palm of her hand, threatening to spill out if she wasn't keeping her fingers inside her and holding it all in.
\tA bit of bowel inversion wasn't unheard of in a moment of struggling to lay a clutch.
\tShe stuffed all her guts back up inside her and then rolled over with the crown of the egg still pressing out against her vulva. Her gaping slit felt distended against the girth of the shell, pushing out between her legs only to have her curl her toes into the grass and moan in delight. The pressure of the egg and the texture of the shell grinding against her compressed anterior wall brought her to a point where she was worried she was going to burst in a explosive, squirting orgasm.
\tBut the pressure also meant that nothing came out of her from between her clit and vaginal canal. Her passage was blocked up, and the egg was resting heavily within her, seemingly blocked by the shape of her hips. So she turned around and squatted down in a more traditional pose, hoping the shift of her hips and thighs would open up her pelvic bone a bit and give her a bit more leeway.
\tThat seemed to work, because the moment she ended p on her back resting against one of the crystals with her knees up and loins aiming down, she felt a shift as the egg descended and crested her opening, forcing her slit apart. She actually felt like it might pop out with a good push, since her cervix had dilated nearly enough. It just needed that one contraction and it'd plop out of her, leaving her gaping.
\tIn spite of being so close to her goal, she actually clenched her pelvic muscles to squeeze around its crown, stopping it from going any deeper. Her clit winked and rolled against its crest, forcing her flesh to grind against the subtle texture of the shell, ooze seeping out from between her and the egg to trickle over her tail hole and the folded bloom of gut flesh that poked out from her pucker. She actually reached back to cradle her temporary rosebud, tracing lines between the petals of bowel meat in between fingering her hole.
\tHer breathing quickened as she twitched around the egg, flesh pulsating, rump blooming, and egg shifting ever so slightly in her canal, still held in place by her cervix. She knew the moment that her womb let go of that egg, it'd pop out of her without resistance. It was already through the bottleneck of her hip bones, and her cunt remained malleable, it was just that cervix that wasn't stretching enough.
\tWhen she felt a shift that threatened to do just that, she actually panicked and cupped her palm over the crown of the egg, keeping it from lurching out of her and actually pushing it back into her, fisting it back into place deep within her abdomen.
\tThe sensation of having it plunge back into her nearly made her collapse in delight, the friction of shell grinding against her walls and the pressure of its girth resting comfortably inside her a perfect blend of climactic bliss and sharp pleasure. She felt almost like she was going to split down the middle, but in a way that just intensified the feelings instead of hurting. She knew she had this under control now, so she had nothing to worry about; her body had adapted.
\tWith the egg fully inside and her bowels weakened from the fisting and contractions, she felt her guts unfold out of her, prolapsing long enough to nearly touch the ground beneath her as rolls of lubricating slime cascaded down the bloom. She was able to flex and relax the right muscles to suck it back up, returning her pucker to normal, but the moment she forced another abdominal contraction to force the egg back out, her bowels once again unfolded and extended down, the meat flopping and juices dripping near the crystal.
\tShe may have been in the throes of passion, but she noticed that the more fluid seeped into the ground around her, the brighter the nearest crystal became. She was too distracted to think much about it, but she did take note even as she pushed down again.
\tAnother flow of her natural juices rolled over the crown of the egg, joining the slimy mess left by her unfurled guts. She traced the flesh of her distended vulva to feel that her cervix was outside of her body and barely holding onto the egg. She rubbed the flesh that held it in place, then roughly forced the entire thing back into her as deep as it would go with a deep, guttural squelch as her fist disappeared into her behind it.
\tIn and out she forced the egg, clenching her opening with a wink and pushing with her hand to slam it back into her womb, then a full bodied contraction that forced it out of her, nearly having it pop out every time if not for her hand stopping it.
\tThe more aroused she got and the more intense she thrust the egg in and out of her, the lower she descended until the egg actually came to rest on the ground while still inside her, cervix about a palm's length out of her, vaginal canal inverted on the outside.
\tShe started bouncing in that squatting position, using the soft moss on the ground to cradle the egg, each motion shifting its girth in and out of her instead of using all that energy to clench and release and push and pull. She was effectively riding it, only instead of it coursing through her pussy, it remained in her womb, held in place by her taut cervix, the bulge of it still outside her body most of the time. It was intense, and the size of it was similar to Vvilfred's fist or flare, only it was hard and rigid instead of dexterous and spongy, so it was far more intense.
\tHer pleasure peaked and stayed at that plateau, the pressure of the thickest part of the egg still just barely inside her, held in place by her plump pussy lips and the winking clit at the front. She rubbed herself, one hand up front to tease her rolling nub, and the other wrapped around back and under her tail to squeeze the mass of gut flesh that was pulsating and sputtering slime into her palm.
\tWith one final, orgasmic contraction, she felt the egg lurch out of her, taking the entirety of her cunt with it. The thickest part of its girth passed through her lips, but her cervix still hadn't let go, it was wrapped around the crown so far out of her body that her pussy was inside out, bulged the shape of egg and pressed to the ground.
\tShe gasped and kleeted in bliss, whimpering and chattering her beak as the pressure in her torso released in an instant, the tautness of her cervix the only thing keeping the egg from plopping out of her. But since the girth of the egg had passed her opening, when she tried to squat low and take it back inside, she lacked the weight to do it. Her pussy was prolapsed like an ovipositor, cervix stretched to near its limit just below the thickest part.
\tKentanni knew this was the last of it, and she'd already been taken to climax and kept there for most of the ordeal, so she wrapped both hands around the base of the egg, squeezing the part of her unfolded pussy length between the bulge and her lips while pushing down with every bit of strength she still had left in her torso.
\tThis just made her guts fall out even more, the loosening of her bowels making her rosebud bloom so much it started rolling over itself on the ground next to the bulge of the egg.
\tThen, as she clenched her pelvic muscles, she squeezed out the egg's full girth in a single lurch, her flesh peeling off it and coming to rest on its top. Like an ovipositor laying the egg in the grass by extending out of her body, finding a spot to anchor, then pulling away.
\tShe gasped and threw her head back, finally released from her ordeal as the egg rolled in place between her thigh and the pair of prolapses that draped over it. Her guts remained flopped out of her, rolls of bowel petals expanding and contracting with each breath; next to it her pussy was completely inverted, vulva loose and sloppy with her length outside of her and her cervix at the tip, closing up and tender. It was still partially gaped but it had already begun to return to its normal size and girth thanks to her body's natural healing and malleability.
\tKentanni continued to breathe heavily, the tingle of orgasmic bliss coursing through her pussy, ass, and the rest of the entirety of her lower half. With the pressure of the egg gone, she felt needy again. Like she needed to stuff it back up in her somehow. She felt hollow, empty.
\t“Damn fertility magic.” She opined to herself as she weakly propped herself back up. She nearly fell over onto the egg before stopping herself on all fours.
\tAnd right there, with the egg between her legs and nuzzling both inverted holes of hers, she had a deep rooted need to nest upon it. To either roost here and keep it warm, or to literally shove it back up inside herself and care for it.
\tBut the egg was outside of her now so whatever magic was infused in it was external, not internal. And thus she was able to resist it. She almost smashed the thing right then and there but she had a better idea.
\tShe was going to go find that blue deer again and throw the egg at his rutting face. She imagined herself in comic form, not animated, with a line from the egg in her hand to his face, then another static image of him dead with crosses for eyes as egg fell over his stupid snout.
\tWhen she picked up the egg – which was now a weapon in sexual warfare – she noticed it was nowhere as heavy now as it was when it was inside her. The magic must have made it attracted to the ground, thus making it feel heavier. Like a magnet to these crystals. Now it just felt like a normal egg, not a rock or ball of metal. So while it was still cumbersome it was reasonable.
\tAfter stuffing her pussy and guts, she jumped up onto a tree branch for some leverage and took to the sky, egg cradled on her chest. Kentanni was going to give that deer a piece of her mind. And a face of shell.