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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Welcome_to_Night_Vale
  Relationship:
      Carlos/Cecil_Palmer, Carlos_&_Cecil_Palmer
  Character:
      Carlos_(Welcome_to_Night_Vale), Cecil_Palmer
  Additional Tags:
      Eggs, So_Wrong_It's_Right, Tentacles, Cecil_Has_Tentacles, Cecil_is
      Inhuman, Carlos_POV, Carlos-centric, Scientist_Carlos_(Welcome_to_Night
      Vale), Sorry_Not_Sorry, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, PWP, Egg-PWP,
      Egg_Laying, Tentacle_Sex, Tentacle_Sucking, Orgasms
  Series:
      Part 26 of Carlos_the_scientist
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-28 Words: 3525
****** Cecil never thought about eggs again ******
by Saltylocks
Summary
     If you like to read about eggs used as toys by fictional characters
     who may or may not have tentacles, this might be your cup of tea.
     Also, they are still physically, like, 15 in this, because of the
     yellow Strex smoke in the last part, so, yeah, that's a thing.
     Read the tags, please<3
Notes
     My god I was stupid to make this into single parts. As soon as I'm
     done I'm turning this into a single work with chapters instead. It
     was my first fic, I didn't know how things worked, I'm sorry.
     As the summary suggested, don't read this if you aren't ready for the
     EGGS, TENTACLES, UNDERAGE (sort of) and all the other weird stuff
     you've come to expect from me. Really, don't.
     ...and, hey, thanks<3
See the end of the work for more notes
It was a gasp that woke Carlos up. He was lying on his stomach, near the edge
of the bed, with his back to Cecil. It was raining outside, and Carlos jumped
when a lightning storm rumbled somewhere not far from them. He hadn't ever
heard it could rain in Night Vale before. Cecil made a noise behind him, a low
moan. Something was clearly going on behind the latino man, and Carlos turned,
just in time to see the tip of the big light egg he had laid a week ago
disappear into Cecil's body.
Carlos felt his heart raise as his breathing stopped. He looked up at his
boyfriend's face. Was he out of his mind? Possessed by something? In pain?
Lightning lit up their dark bedroom again. Cecil's face was clearly contorted,
but then he let out a whine and Carlos realized that Cecil clearly enjoyed...
whatever he was doing.
“Cecil?” Carlos hesitated, and Cecil quickly opened his eyes, black quickly
draining into a guilty shade white.
“Carlos, I, I thought you were asleep!”
“I must have woke up, “ Carlos muttered. “Cecil, what are you doing?”
Carlos couldn't help if his voice came out a little pointy. He trusted Cecil,
had always, to tell him what was normal and what was not in this town, when to
run and when to fight. But this... it was going out on a limb to say Carlos
would just accept him playing with their eggs.
Cecil seemed to have gotten his smaller, genital tendrils back, but the rest of
him still looked like he did when they had gone to sleep, a dark haired
teenager, only with big white eyes and an ashamed expression on his face. He
worried his lip and struggled for something to say.
“I, I... When we had our first eggs, I was curious, and they hatched, and I
know how worried you are that our new eggs aren't hatching, so I thought,
maybe, if I do the same to these eggs, they might hatch too...”
Cecil stopped talking and looked up at Carlos, his regret showing all over his
features. His eyes were downcast, and the eldritch being panted heavily.
“You... what did you do, exactly?” Carlos whispered.
“I'm sorry, I was so exited at the time and you had just had your eggs...
nngh...”
Cecil's whole body tensed and shifted. Carlos glanced down, still not quite
believing what he was seeing. Cecil's stomach were protruding and swollen,
constricting the radio host's movements. Cecil laid a hand on his abdomen and
exhaled. A new flash lit up the room and showed he didn't look as pleased
anymore.
“...I just thought it looked... neat.”
Carlos really tried, he did. He thought about how improper it was, that the
eggs was potential people and such. But he had always had a soft spot for
Cecil. He couldn't stay mad at him more than he could stop the moon from
rising. Maybe it was the eerie sound of rain and lightning in the desert, or
maybe Night Vale had finally made him insane. Either way, Carlos chose to creep
closer instead of pulling away, leaning in to shoot another glance at Cecil's
distended belly. The eldritch boy had looked pretty pleased just a few moments
ago. Something about it made Carlos' own insides churn, and he slowly looked up
at Cecil.
“What does it feel like?” he said, trying to understand.
Cecil turned his head towards Carlos, eyes surprised and a little hopeful.
“You aren't going to leave?” he said, and then a flash shone up his face as he
groaned again. “I would have told you, if I didn't thought this would had made
you hate me, that's why I wanted to do it while you were asleep.”
“I understand, Cecil,” Carlos said in his nicest voice. He glanced again down
Cecil's body, it was like he couldn't quite take his eyes from his pregnant-
looking boyfriend. Cecil arched his back as a new pulse ripped through his
body.
“Oh Carlos,” Cecil sighed, “you are seriously the best scientist boyfriend a
guy could ever have.”
Carlos smiled, but then he took a closer look at Cecil and frowned. His
boyfriend seemed to be in some sort of trouble, or he wouldn't pant so much. As
Cecil clutched his belly and groaned, Carlos frowned.
“What is it?”
“I just, I don't know how to get them out,” Cecil said, and Carlos could hear
how embarrassed he was.
“Well, how did you get them inside in the first place?”
Cecil's tendrils convulsed, glistening with lubricant. Carlos probably would be
the first to admit how much he missed them.
“I was just thinking about the other time I did it, and about you, and it was
fairly... easy,” Cecil explained, rubbing his bumpy stomach. “Well, the big one
was a little difficult. The small ones were just really... slippery.”
Carlos swallowed. It was something in the low, hypnotizing way Cecil spoke
about the eggs that made him wish he had woken up earlier. He had been groggy
for days after the first laying, so he wasn't really surprised he hadn't
noticed Cecil stuffing himself with their eggs. Without thinking about it, he
curiously touched Cecil's belly with his fingers, feeling the eggs stretching
the skin.
“What can I do?” he asked, dragging his fingers deliberately slow over the taut
stomach.
Cecil stopped breathing for a second and then began to pant even heavier. His
eyes were downcast as he moaned a little. Carlos smiled as he kept rubbing the
eldrich being's abdomen in slow circular motions.
“Something like this?” he whispered in Cecil's ear.
“Oh yes, very much something like that,” Cecil gasped.
Carlos moved his circles out and in again, and then further down. The familiar
tendrils welcomed him, dragged him inside their writhing center. Cecil arched
up against him as his hand slid inside, finding soft flesh, stretched to the
peak of it's capacity. Further in than he had anticipated, he felt the hard,
pitted texture of the egg. He carefully pushed at it with his fingertips, and
Cecil let out a low whine.
“It's stuck in there good, isn't it?” Carlos whispered, fascinated against his
better judgement.
“Uh-hu.”
Carlos watched Cecil's breathing slow down a bit. Cecil must have been really
turned on to get the big egg so far into himself. The scientist touched his
otherwordly boyfriend's belly again. He could feel the bumps under his skin,
and the tip of the big egg pressing upward under his palm. When he had been
pregnant, he had been filled with fluids, which had made him heavy but also
more comfortable than he imagined Cecil right now, dry and tensed up. Carlos
suddenly wanted to see Cecil as aroused before, feel his wetness cover his
fingers, see the eggs be released from him into his hands.
Carlos' tongue came out to lick his lips, before he shot Cecil a mischievous
glance. Cecil gave him a nervous look, but Carlos had already slid down between
his legs.
“Oh, wait, it's kind of sensitive,” Cecil protested faintly.
Carlos got in close to the writhing tentacles and just breathed, very
deliberately, on Cecil's flush opening. Cecil shivered through his whole body
and then became limp, except for his hands who grabbed the sheets tightly. His
tendrils stopped writhing and curled in on themselves by the second, open
mouthed gust of air. Carlos smiled at the sigh that escaped Cecil's mouth,
before licking a strip right across his boyfriend's sex.
This time, all of Cecil curled up, his chin seemed to will itself up at the
ceiling and his knees touched against his abdomen.
“Aah,” Cecil breathed like he hadn't seen air in a while. “S-so good...”
Carlos licked at his boyfriend again, seeing his tendrils unfurl one by one,
the salty taste less potent each time. As soon as Cecil seemed a little more
moist, Carlos started sucking the tendrils, taking one or several in his mouth
at the same time. After a while they dared extend themselves a bit, explore
more of his facial cavity. Some of them reached down his throat, and rubbed
appreciatively inside him. Carlos had really missed it, the feel and smell of
Cecil's appendages. He really had the most interesting boyfriend, even when he
stuffed himself full of their newly laid eggs.
The latino man was so caught up in his re-familiarization of the hungry little
tendrils, he almost didn't notice how the rest of Cecil reacted to his vigorous
attention. Carlos had all tendrils far back into his throat, sucking them off,
maybe moaning a bit and really enjoying himself when Cecil pulled away from him
just enough for him to notice.
“It's coming, I...” Cecil was delirious, beautifully debauched and panting
heavily as he braced himself against the headboard. Carlos lifted his head but
stayed close to watch. Even though Cecil had said the small eggs were easy, it
took him a while to get it out. He still looked embarrassed and Carlos could
not have that, pressing a kiss to the temple of his beautiful monster.
“You can do it,” he encouraged Cecil, “if I could, so could you.”
Cecil didn't seem to reassured by that, and since Carlos knew his boyfriend so
well, he began to brush his fingers over Cecil's stomach again, muttering
encouraging words under his breath. Not long after that, the first egg became
visible between Cecil's legs. It seemed to glow a faint red in the dark
bedroom, and Carlos watched in awe as each labored pant took the egg further.
Finally, a low squelching sound was made as the egg made it out of Cecil's body
and Carlos realized he had been holding his breath. He felt himself tremble,
almost as if he had witnessed some tremendous event.
Carlos had known he had enjoyed laying the eggs, but watching Cecil... Carlos
heart was beating like crazy, and he desperately tried to get back some control
over himself. His cock, all but forgotten, had suddenly risen to jot straight
up, probably draining his head of all the blood in the process. He desperately
wanted to fuck Cecil, line himself up with the hole that Cecil had stuffed
himself full of eggs with, fill his weird body with his cock and his ejaculate.
He wanted to make the insides of Cecil so slick with his own cum that the eggs
would tumble out of him all at once. He wanted to fit his penis snug between
the eggs and come and come...
“Carlos?”
Cecil looked over at him. Carlos desperately tried to make his brain work
again, to form some semblance of a coherent thought over the dark lust that had
invaded it. Cecil's eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly open, lips full and
pinkish. Carlos leaned over and shakily picked up the egg, making a nest of the
covers on the floor besides the bed. Then he leaned back, hand on Cecil's full,
still so full, abdomen and crushed his lips to his lover's. Cecil tasted like
pine and ocean and ozone and Carlos couldn't get enough of him, the sight of
that egg had stirred something in him so deep he couldn't do anything than ride
the wave of it, marveling at how lost he could become. Cecil was more than
willing to sail along, and when Carlos palmed his tendrils again, Cecil shouted
“yes, more!” and arched his heavy body up against his hand. The scientist
kissed his way down Cecil's arm and mouthed at the tendrils, slick and warm. He
hoisted Cecil's legs up on his shoulders and lined himself up, before
submersing himself in Cecil.
It was better than he ever thought, and it was suddenly too much. He couldn't
lie on top of Cecil because of the eggs, so he tumbled backwards, dragging
Cecil with him. Gravity pulled them closer together, until Cecil was riding
him, the tip of Carlos' cock squeezed in between the hard spheres inside his
lover. It was maddening just thinking about it, and he lied still there on the
bed, blissed out at the sensation. And then, Cecil made a lazy roll with his
body, and Carlos was the one that fisted the sheets for leverage. He could feel
himself leak pre-cum already, and then there was Cecil's tendrils, and they
were all aiming for one thing.
“Ahnnngh,” Carlos moaned as the first tendrils breached his entrance and aimed
for his prostate gland.
He arched into his eldritch monster, who looked less and less uncomfortable by
the minute and more and more like his normal, sassy self. He reached down to
lick at Carlos' nipples, giving his boyfriend a chance to settle, before he
started humping him in earnest, short, rolling strokes that pressed the eggs
around inside him. The tendrils in Carlos' ass was following the same erratic
pace, and it didn't take long for Carlos to white out, his body bucking up.
When he came back down, he saw Cecil lift himself off him and push. Three small
eggs fell out after only a few pushes, and as soon as Cecil had put them away,
Carlos kissed him greedily. He couldn't think, seeing Cecil like that, and he
didn't even question it, because his blood had more important places to be than
his frontal lobe. Carlos did his best to not be a complete animal, but it was
hard, especially when Cecil played with so exquisitely. When Carlos panted “Can
you, um...”, Cecil immediately flips over on all fours and burrow down his face
in the pillow, moaning before Carlos even had time to get on his knees behind
him. Cecil was still so deceptively young, they both were, and as Carlos lines
up he suddenly has a weird feeling that they were being watched, and that they
were about to make some kind of sin. He still grabbed hold of Cecil's hips,
swaying uncomfortably.
“Cecil, is this alright?” he found himself blurting out.
Cecil looked up from his ostrich-like position. His eyes had definitely
darkened, but he was still in control. His skin was covered in a layer of fine
sweat, and he glistened in the light from the thunderstorm.
“I swear to the gods, Carlos, if you don't push inside me right now...” he
growled.
Carlos thought nothing of it, a spike of want shooting through him as he
pressed in and filled Cecil's body again. He only managed a few slow strokes
and as he came again, he could feel more eggs pushing at him, pushing out. He
stretched his legs up and helped Cecil move over. Some more red spheres almost
fell out of Cecil, and Carlos could see now how his boyfriend might had fitted
the biggest one inside him after all. A soon as they had moved the eggs to the
makeshift nest, Cecil sat above him again, straddling the scientist with
something dangerous in his still white eyes.
“I could breed you right here, my wonderful scientist,” he growled, bending
down to nibble on his chin and neck, before straightening up and rubbing his
own abdomen in lazy circles. “Fill you with eggs, watch you take them so
beautifully, watch you become big and heavy and full, so full...”
Carlos might have laughed at the surreal idea of Cecil, full with eggs, filling
him with new ones. He might, if he hadn't been so aroused by the thought. He
groaned as the small liquid tendrils kept working at his prostate, making him
come so hard he felt like he was going to pass out, but thankfully didn't. He
wasn't even in heat, he was just horny. Cecil was gasping over him, more eggs
following just by them moving in and out, Cecil hastily putting the little red
spheres back in the nest. Now, he panted more, sitting up and pressing at his
stomach, the big egg now sliding around, and Carlos thought it might be the
most arousing sight he had ever seen. He saw that Cecil closed his eyes as the
egg pressed further down, shivering.
“You can do it, love,” Carlos whispered.
“It's so big...” Cecil panted.
Carlos couldn't help but notice the worry in all the want. He reached up and
kissed Cecil's fingers.
“It will be fine,” he promised, dark eyes watching his mate push.
Cecil smiled, and then he cringed. He was still sitting over Carlos, and the
scientist could still feel the muscles working, Cecil's thighs tensing. The tip
of the egg slowly moved away, and Cecil took a shivering breath. When Carlos
touched him, he felt the hard surface under his palm.
“Are you ready to push again?” he whispered, trying to ignore his erection.
Cecil nodded and pushed again. The egg crowned, before disappearing again.
Cecil wailed and tumbled backwards. Carlos felt the tip roll back inside his
belly. Cecil was sweating, but his tendrils glistened and writhed in ecstasy.
Cecil made exhausted sounds, hands back on his stomach.
“Maybe I can just keep it inside me for a while...” he mused as he heaved, “I
could sleep for a little bit and try again...”
Carlos might have let him if he wasn't so painfully hard himself. He longed to
see that egg emerge from Cecil's body, like his life depended on it. He crawled
up from his lying position and gently rubbed Cecil's abdomen.
“Can't you try again, right now?” he asked, not bothering to hide his arousal.
“Please?”
Cecil glanced up at him, then followed his body with a lazy glint in his eyes.
“Well, when you ask so nicely...”
Cecil planted his feet and took a deep breath, pushing as he let it out. The
egg crowned again. Carlos distractedly stroke his leaking cock, he couldn't
help himself, too far gone to care. Cecil touched his abdomen, the tendrils
writhing. The scientist leaned in and licked the insides of his boyfriends
thigh, and Cecil shivered and arched his back, giving more room for the egg. He
was crying from the exhaustion, his breath coming out in heavy shallow pants.
With a final push, the egg slid out of him. Carlos stared at it. It seemed to
glow as well, full of life. It sent a thrill along his body, he just stared for
it for an eternity. Cecil's head had rolled back and Carlos placed the egg with
the others before clumsily caring for his boyfriend. His groin hurt but Cecil's
well-being was more important.
“How do you feel?” he asked Cecil, kissing his belly.
Cecil lifted his head and glowered at Carlos, before grabbing him shoulders and
kissing him sloppily.
“Empty,” he grinned, “care to help me out?”
Carlos smirked and returned the kiss with gusto.
“With pleasure,” he said and straddled his radio host.
Pushing into his center when he just had been stretched by the eggs was a new
sensation. Cecil's walls fluttered, loose and warm from working so hard around
the big egg. Carlos was determined not to come too soon, rubbing inside Cecil
to make him buckle and worm around him, but he was already so aroused that it
didn't take long before he stuttered and came, it never seemed to end and
around him he could feel Cecil writhe as wet tendrils left glittering streaks
across his butt cheeks.
~ooo~
The sunlight woke Carlos up, and he stretched, yawning, turning over to see
Cecil lying next to him, a boy of fifteen. He looked down on himself. Still no
change, he noted, and sighed.
He looked down on the eggs, looking as innocent as ever, and smiled a little,
remembering last night's activities. It felt so distant now, like a dream.
Cecil had had tentacles again, and black eyes. Now, his radio host looked so
normal, his mouth slightly agape, arms over his head.
Carlos touched himself, the sheets of the bed. He had thought they would have
been covered in fluids or smelling weird. His memory was a little fuzzy as he
reached out to Cecil and lifted the covers. There was no tentacles, only the
normal human equipment he would expect to find. Cecil groaned at him and Carlos
let the blanket go, a frown on his face. Had it happened or not?
He got up and reached down to touch the eggs. They were warm, warmer than he
had expected. Had something actually changed?
Carlos brooded for a moment, then decided it didn't matter. He had been through
a lot since he had come to Night Vale, and the town had changed everything, his
perception of time, space and what was normal. And Cecil were his zenith, his
center and his heart, what he based all his other expectations on. It might not
be the most scientific one, but then again, science had never made him this
happy, or horny. He curled up back to his boyfriend, who just sighed happily.
He could hear the girls tittering in their room. He would soon walk out to the
two little miracles. But for now, he stayed close to Cecil, wanting nothing
else and nothing more.
End Notes
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