Eggs

Premise: Sawyer has a grand ol' time laying two unfertilized eggs. This is pure self-indulgence on the eve of Sawyer's birthday and my first attempt at writing an egg laying fic. I had fun writing it and I hope you'll enjoy reading it. As I'm looking to improve, feedback will always be appreciated! :)

Content warning: Egg laying, overstim, mentions of female masturbation accompanied by male sex organs b/c futanari, swearing

minors DNI

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Sawyer held in a loud whine as she felt this month's unlaid eggs moving into position to be expelled from her body. It was an odd feeling, but one she'd come to love...and hate at times. This was one of those "I hate it" moments.

Squirming in the driver seat of her car, she quietly begged who or whatever would listen to let her get home quickly. She abandoned this however, when the last red light before her beloved road out of town caught her. It was a slow thing, something she found herself rolling her eyes at each and every time she had to deal with it. Squeezing her thighs together just a bit, she tried to soothe the ache between them.

"Goddammit, c'mon already!" she snapped after a good minute or so, her voice reaching an embarrassingly high pitch.

When the light did change, she quickly made her way past it and on to her destination. The sight of the increasing amount of trees along the way had excited and reassured her many times before. This time was no different.

Almost there, she thought.

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Once she'd parked, Sawyer couldn't exit the car fast enough. She even stumbled when entering her house.

Pulling off her clothes and discarding them where she stood, the blonde rushed up the stairs and to her room. Before anything else, a shower...

The warm water felt like heaven on her otherwise slightly-colder-than usual skin. She hummed as she bathed her thick scaly tail, shivering and clenching her thighs together as yet another wave of arousal ran through her. The sense of urgency quickly returned.

Thankfully, the rest of her body was easier to clean and soon, she was out of the shower.

She hadn't noticed before, but now, in front of the mirror and without clothes or even her towel to cover her, she could see that her abdomen had rounded out a little more. She stared for a moment and shivered at the feeling of her own warm slick running down her thighs.

After drying off, she tossed her towel onto the holder to dry and opened her bathroom door to throw herself onto her bed.

No need to turn the lights on or fiddle with the curtains; she'd taken care of them already. She settled into the gentle sound of rain from some saved videos on her tv and sunk into her pile of warm blankets, worn shirts, and plush creatures.

Sawyer felt the eggs shift again.

This was the time she'd been anticipating. Time to lie back and grope one of her breasts with one hand while the other slipped between her soft, warm thighs to attend to the ache there. She paid no mind to her penis, giving all of her attention to the needy, aching swell of her clitoris and eventually, the warm embrace of her sopping cunt.

Her lips parted as she inserted a finger inside herself, lightly pressing down against the slick flesh of her vagina. Another shiver shook her and she felt a gush of warm liquid onto her hand. She withdrew the digit she'd had inside to observe it before placing it back at her entrance, adding two more fingers. For a bit, this was okay. She relished the feeling of stretching herself out with three and then four fingers. The soft rolls of her belly jiggled just a bit at the intensity of some of her later thrusts, her impatience starting to climb.

When the moment passed and she could no longer justify using her fingers, she sat up. The heavy piece of multicolored silicone she pulled from beneath one of her pillows would usually be intimidating, but she wasn't looking to have it inside. In fact, she hoped that the vibrator inside it would be the thing to give her the relief she was looking for. She kissed the pretty hunk of silicone, spit on it, coiled her tongue around it, and quickly got to work attaching it to a pillow. Scooting back onto it pulled a lustful groan from her.

On her side now, she ground her hips back into her crude bedmate, the length of the dildo just enough to slip satisfyingly between her pretty folds and up against her clit. Lewd squelching sounds filled the room, just barely audible over the sound of the TV. She added to the collection of lewd sounds with her moans when she finally switched the vibrator on, happy to have found what seemed to be just the right amount of friction.

When she got impatient again, Sawyer clenched her thighs around her silicone friend, keeping the vibrations just barely against her pink bud. As desperate as she was for release, she didn't want to come yet either. And she prolonged the inevitable this way. It was a torturous bit of teasing if she were honest, but she remedied with the return of her slender fingers lightly rolling her swollen clit between them. She was close now, too close to stop again, much to her delight and dismay.

Oh well, she mused in her head.

Gasping softly, she begged under her breath for her body to let her have this, to reward her for her efforts. And though she was nearly in tears, overwhelmed by all she was feeling—she was very sensitive now, after all—it seemed to give into her pleas. She was both, joyful and sad at the arrival of her climax.

Soon, the stiffening of her muscles and shuddering of her body had calmed into a series of sporadic jolts. To be honest, she could've melted right then and there.

This feeling didn't last however, as she quickly felt the first egg start to make its way out.

She grasped at the sheets beneath her, the pain of the stretch lessened by her previous orgasm, but still noticeable.

"G-god..." She sobbed out, a cross between a pained whine and a not insignificant helping of pleasure.

Blinking away a few tears, Sawyer peeked down at her lower half to catch a glimpse of the first egg, crowning, showing off a bit of its hard white shell.

Sawyer spread her legs further, now painfully aware that not only was she hard as well, but that this egg was putting pressure on that sensitive batch of nerves inside her vagina, overstimulating her.

She whimpered, chewing her lip, unsure what to do. The pain was subsiding quickly, but her mind was foggy, leaving her just one more overwhelming sensation away from being a drooling, shuddering, mess on her bed.

Desperate, she scooted back against her vibrator-adorned pillow and let one of her legs rest on the bed. For the other, she grabbed a smaller pillow to support it. Lying on her side, she reached behind her to retrieve the dildo. Slick, and still vibrating in her hands, it sounded louder now, but was quickly muffled as she lifted her balls to place it against her clit once more. The maddening feeling of "too much" quickly became a silent plea for this to continue.

The way her slick insides gripped the egg caused her to squirm and whine, but it also pushed the egg forward. Again, there was a pinch and then the swell of the egg's midsection gaped her. She whined, rolling onto her back again, almost completely certain she'd come for a second time. She keened in delight and anticipation, her hips twitching once.

The egg slipped forward and came to lay against her right thigh—warm, covered in slick, and just a tiny bit bigger than a baseball.

She paid it no mind. Instead, she frowned at the feeling of her much desired orgasm fading before it's arrival. Again, her entrance was twitching and aching to be filled. She was frustrated now, the vibrations from the dildo doing nothing for her all of a sudden.

Swearing at the stupidity of it all, she slipped the tip of the toy inside herself, ramping up the vibration by one level. With her other hand, she gripped her quivering member and began slowly thumbing over the foreskin, pulling it back until her gaze fell upon the intense reddish-pink of the head peeking out, slick with pre. Her cock twitched and throbbed against her hand, the skin of her shaft stretched, showing the veins just beneath.

Making a loose fist, Sawyer moved it along her warm, engorged shaft, slowly at first, and then faster. Her other hand busied itself with moving the dildo back and forth, hoping to make way for the second egg she could now feel pushing back against it.

"Pleasepleaseplease..."

Her voice was raspy and heavy with need.

A moment or two later, the familiar fullness that came with a ready-to-deliver egg returned. She withdrew the toy and immediately went to roll her clit in hopes of rekindling the pleasure she'd felt before.

She was on her knees with a few swift movements, her ample hips and ass in the air with her upper half supported by a shoulder and some conveniently well-placed pillows.

Still working her shaft, she tensed up, feeling the egg slide forward. This one was far easier to handle, but just as hard on that sensitive little spot inside her. More whines and heavy breaths left her, causing her chest to heave and the tip of her tail to twitch, batting at the sheets beneath her.

Upon the egg's exit, maybe because of her fingers...and perhaps not, she saw white. She heard her own scream ringing in her ears and felt the warm gush of slick paint her thighs and dampen the sheets.

Somewhere in all of that, she'd coated her own belly, chest, and collarbone with a thick and excessive load from her cock as well, but remembering the exact moment had gone out the window by this point. She flattened her body against the bed, too dazed and sleepy to resist lying in her own mess.

Trying to will herself to get up didn't do much for her. Sleep found her swiftly, something she'd pay for with freezing water, extra detergent, and many spin cycles later.

For now, though, she was content to no longer be full of eggs.

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NOTES:

The absolute mental gymnastics I'm going to have to pull when/if I finally draw this woman's reproductive system XD. Also, ik "crowning" is a term used for human baby delivery, but eh...

Imagine her waking up to see that second egg plastered to the wall just beside the TV. Poor girl. /hj