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Laying the Aftermath

by Alice Clawford

Commission for Pokemonmanic3595

Alyssa collapsed on her bed. Her mind was still whirling from what happened just a few minutes before. There she was, walking home from a Halloween party when she finally called it quits, and a giant pumpkin attacked her. Fucked her, long and hard with its tentacled vines. Like anyone was going to believe that. The tigress took out her phone from her bra, the one that hadn't been torn at and saw the time.

2:18am

She could see she'd been tagged in photos, seeing some on her group chat wishing each other goodnight and the rest were still partying on in other pubs. Some had even found fun for the night. She smiled, remembering her own and closing her legs as she still felt buzzed and her centre was sore in a good way. It was... she had to say she did enjoy it. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, considering she saw her life flash before her eyes. And yet... she supposed the creature wanted a good shag. She grinned a little. Wasn't that true for a lot of people she knew? Sometimes she was the same, and right now she felt light, satisfied and bloated.

She pressed a paw down against her abdomen. She remembered the sensation of little pebble shaped objects being pushed into her, filling her cavern up and her womb slowly closing passage. Her behind ached everywhere, as did her jaw from taking it so deep and so fast, but she felt generally good. Fantastic, even! She was drowsy, and she let out another yawn before sitting up and divesting her clothes. She lived alone in this apartment building, and she preferred it that way. She enjoyed the company of many often times, but there is no place like having your own space. Stretching out on her bed, she purred as she curled up and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

She wasn't sure how long had passed, but it was still dark when she woke up. Her belly grumbled, complaining about discomfort and she felt slick at her entrance. Surprised, and a little embarrassed, Alyssa sat up and brought her hand between her legs. She was wet. Soaking. Her breath came out in pants and her nipples were hardening as she felt excitement brimming through her blood. She didn't remember having a wet dream, but clearly she must have been having something of the sort for this kind of reaction. She felt another secretion of fluid leave her, her lips clinging to the quilt beneath, and she hummed in response. This wasn't normal. She didn't hurt, in fact it was the complete opposite, but had the pumpkin done something to her?

She slid along the bed, wincing a little as the cover clung to her sensitive flesh, and her first paw touched the floor. She pushed herself up, then tumbled forward on the ground. Her legs shuddered weakly, her arms reached out to stop her hitting the floor hard. Her thighs shook, exhausted from earlier and yet her centre burned with want and greed. Alyssa panted, as she slowly pushed herself up onto her knees. That felt like a chore in and of itself, her tail was swishing back and forth and her tongue was hanging out like a panting dog. She felt hot all over, shivering, and she wondered if she'd fallen ill. Oh no... had the Pumpkin King poisoned her!?

Yet... she couldn't calm herself down. Her heart was hammering and her body was burning up. A paw went to her breasts and she kneaded them, moaning as she did so. Her door was locked and it was late in the night for anyone to be awake. Her mind slowly lost interest in the world around her, and focused entirely on her body. Even though she had just been fucked by a pumpkin, her form was crying out for more. How was this possible? She wasn't sure, but she continued to play with her breast, squeezing and scraping as her other paw moved to her clit and rubbed there in circles, exciting her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she looked up at the ceiling as a smile blossomed. She felt... giddy, somehow. Pheromones or something from the Pumpkin King? It didn't feel right either, but something was different.

She felt herself spread her legs, feeling another flow of her juices drip from between her legs and onto the wooden floor. It wasn't the most comfy area, but she barely had the energy to move.

Then, she felt... movement. Inside of her, she felt a pressure within her abdomen, forcing itself out and her entire being screamed at her to push. It felt peculiar to begin with, feeling something spherical pushing its way from the inside, brushing against her walls, before it finally reached near her entrance. She gasped and cried as her lips parted and pressure was added. Her instincts were to push and it was entirely too late to back out now, already far too along. Her muscles complained and there was a twinge of pain as her opening was pulled apart more than she was comfortable with. She could feel it there, an oval thing, slowly but surely pushing its way out. Her muscles hugged tightly in tension, the smooth object inching its way out bit by bit, before finally... it was released.

A rush of liquid followed in its wake, coating the oval as it clunk on the wooden floor and rolled away against her leg behind her. Alyssa let out a moan of relief, the sudden pressure gone and the heat slightly alleviated as she felt her flesh clench on air. She was left feeling a little empty, almost disappointed. She twisted around, curious at what she'd... done.

There, behind her right near her beans, was an egg. It was bright orange, shaped like a large chicken's egg and if it wasn't so gaudy orange, Alyssa might've believed she was part chicken. There were several green dots over it without any clear pattern, like a paint brush was haphazardly flicked at the egg.

Alyssa wasn't sure what to think. For starters, she was a mammal and she was sure that laying eggs was impossible for her. Second, she was always careful, taking the pill and demanding her partners without exception wear a condom or practised safe sex. She wasn't an idiot, and yet... was this the Pumpkin King's doing? Had it laid eggs inside of her, like some freakish alien she'd watched from films?

The tigress groaned as she felt heat rise within her once again. She could feel it easier this time, her first experience was enough to give her ample warning about the second egg inside of her. She could feel the pressure of it shifting, moving down from her womb towards her opening. She shuddered and leaned forward, her arse up in the air, and she pulled her legs apart.

The feline felt a string of her excitement break away as she brought her paws to her centre. It was dripping more than it ever had before. She was amazed she carried that much liquid inside of her. Her pussy lips were hot to touch and swollen from the abuse it handled hours before. She gasped slightly, and yet arousal took over. Her body begged to be filled, even as she could feel another egg slowly sliding its way inside of her towards freedom. Her other hand pushed at her abdomen, curious and could just about feel it as she tried, gently. Then, she felt it at her other paws once her lips opened up and the first part of the egg saw the outside world.

Alyssa mewled as she pushed, her muscles contracting and abdomen shuddering, her thighs shaking, and she moved her paw away up to her tight ring anus. It was still sore there, pleasantly so, so she merely rubbed, enough to excite her, as her other paw moved to play at her clit. She moaned as the egg stretched her flesh wide, as wide as the pumpkin's vines had before, then it fell down to the ground without any trouble. She whined as cool air chilled her quickly and her vagina was left gaping for a second or two. She brushed her paw over it, feeling her muscles clench on nothing but air, and she quickly inserted her fingers inside. They slid in with ease, and she groaned in relief as her muscles hugged her tight. She knew this wasn't over, but the small-time when the egg leaves her was too much for her to bear alone.

When she felt the next egg making its way out, Alyssa let out a sigh of exasperation. How many eggs was she going to lay!? How many did the arsehole put in her? She was being driven on, frustrated as she was teased and her walls stretched wide time and time again, with no period of rest. She reached forward beneath her bed and grabbed for her closest dildo. One with spines on, of course, though it didn't matter as long as it filled her up until the next egg would arrive.

The third egg pushed its way out, dragging itself slowly against her flesh and a spew of her juices followed behind it. With that out of the way, Alyssa inserted the dildo, finding no resistance whatsoever as it sunk deep within her. Her flesh barely grasped onto it, having been stretched and pulled apart so much. She was becoming desperate now, shaking as her muscles ached and still she could feel that thread of orgasm slightly out of her reach. Each time an egg pushed its way out, it barely scraped against her clit and the cold air of the apartment touched her inside. And every time she could, she pressed the dildo inside of her, hugging it tightly and thrusting it within.

An egg pressed against the head of the dildo. Alyssa moaned as she felt the blockage, that feeling of fullness mimicking what she felt when the Pumpkin King had filled her entirely. Still, holding it too long became painful and exhausting. Slowly, she pulled the toy out of her, dragging it out as if the egg was pushing it out of the way for it to escape. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as the egg slowly slid out of her and stretched her muscle. She pressed her paw against it, keeping it there for a moment and clenched her walls. Her thighs shuddered, and she curled her paw pads as her tail swished this way and that in her arousal. It reminded her of being filled up by the Pumpkin King, and she dared to press the egg further into herself slightly.

Alyssa moaned as white flashed before her eyes and her entire body convulsed as her first orgasm suddenly washed over her. She sat right up and shouted to the ceiling as the egg pushed its way out. She collapsed forward and her breasts brushed against the carpeted floor as she caught her breath. Her knees ached, as did her thighs, and she gasped for air. Oozes of her fluids still drooled out of her, leaving her to shiver in discomfort.

She rolled onto her back, just about catching her breath and recovering slowly, when, once again, she felt another making its way out. How many were there!? Alyssa sobbed as her body heated up again, her legs pulling themselves apart as instinct took over and more fluid flushed out of her, soaking the carpet beneath her.

"Oh God... please..." She breathed, though there was nobody around to hear her pleas. The next egg slid faster than the rest as her cavern had finally got used to becoming a passage and Alyssa cried as she pushed the egg out of her. Her vaginal walls shuddered as it dropped, but the tiger was too tired to react. She'd dropped the toy somewhere and barely wanted to move.

To her luck and relief, that was the last egg that she felt. Her belly felt a more normal size and the tension in her shoulders was gone. She laid there, gasping for breath and running a hand through her messy fur as she recovered from the ordeal. She cringed as she moved her legs, feeling her juices stick to her thighs and knowing it would be a pain and a half to wash up that and her dildo. Not to mention the carpet. She was glad it was currently 5am and barely anyone was awake, she'd have hated to explain or to attempt to ration what happened. Sure, she'd had fun at her apartment before, and she never made it a secret when she brought partners along, but she was careful and sensible, whilst not one for being loud and making their pleasure known to the entire apartment block.

When she finally caught her breath enough, she lifted herself up and took in what she had created. There, lying all over out of the way and somehow intact, were about six eggs. They were about the size of her paw, oval, smooth and bright orange with green spots. They looked... quite the eyesore. Alyssa had no idea what she was going to do with them. They had come out of her? All of them? She looked down between her legs and saw herself gaping slightly, loose after having laid many eggs. Wincing, she clenched her walls shut a little, keeping the chill at bay and got to work on cleaning herself first. Her insides were more sore than before, and she felt like she could collapse and go into a coma easily before she'd recover.

And now that she'd cleaned between her legs and paws and such, she sat down on the floor carefully and looked at the rows of eggs she had laid. What was she to do with them? Should she return them to the Pumpkin King? Raise them by herself? Well, she had no idea how to go about that! Not to mention, she didn't have the space, nor the facilities to possibly attempt to handle taking care of them on her own. So, with no other choice, she decided... she would try to find the Pumpkin King again. She would have to wait until the next day in the dark, she didn't want to risk going there during daylight and being spotted by strangers. Or worse, people she knew! The Pumpkin King could help her... after all, he was the father.

Oh fucking hell I'm a mother. It suddenly hit Alyssa like a ton of bricks, and she felt herself blushing hard. She grabbed a duvet and threw it over her in exasperation. She'd never thought about children or anything, but here... well what were these really? They felt real enough, like they contained life, but the tigress had no idea. Would they even be tigers, or pumpkins? Or... Tigkins? Pumgers? No.

Alyssa shook her head and grumbled, getting up to grab a blanket from her wardrobe. She didn't have anything better, and she had no other better ideas, so she picked the eggs up and wrapped them all inside the blanket like a nest. She put them on the sofa she didn't sit on often and hoped they would stay there whilst she'd sleep.

She slept until gone midday, and never left the building. She stayed in pyjamas and browsed Netflix with a cup of tea and checked the internet. She answered friends and family's messages, but other than that, she was content to deal with zero interaction with people for the time being.

When night finally fell, she wrapped all the eggs in the same blanket and held some of them in her arms. The other two she had to put in a backpack and enveloped those in a towel. She dressed in black, trousers and a hoodie hoping to not be noticed and less obvious, before she made her way out of her apartment and towards the fields.

It looked no different to how they had before. The same number of pumpkins that hadn't moved still even though it was November. Alyssa felt a shudder run down her spine, remembering what happened the last time she was here. The large pumpkin monster that towered over her, grabbed her, dragged her down and... she crossed her legs before the thought went any further. Carefully, she crossed over the wooden fence and wondered into the darkness. She was working with her night vision alone, better than most people's, but it was still dark. She saw the Pumpkin King finally thanks to his eyes glowing in the darkness, far into the fields. Determined, though she gulped in fear, she made her way towards the creature.

It... seemed pleased? She thinks, anyway. Several vines threw themselves up and the shine of its eyes glowed brighter momentarily. That smile still didn't change as Alyssa got closer and put the eggs down.

"These are yours... right?" She asked, taking her backpack off and bringing out the last two eggs.

The beast picked each egg delicately, its ivy arms curling around them and hid them back behind it, where Alyssa couldn't see. Though she didn't mind, for it was something off her plate that she had no hopes of caring for, she was... a little sad she'd never get to see the end result.

A vine suddenly reached out, pushing her hoodie down and stroking her cheek. Surprised, Alyssa brushed the ivy away. Though, she smiled before doing so. "It's fine. Really, though... you could have just asked."

The Pumpkin King made no noise, but the vine curled around her shoulders, as if it was giving her a hug. Then, it pulled away, moving to beneath her chin and lifting it up so she was gazing at the Pumpkin King himself. She looked back. Again, there were no words, no noise, nothing from it. Perhaps it couldn't make any? Its mouth probably couldn't move, but it could see somehow? It was... fascinating.

Then the ivy moved and started to lower her zip, as another brushed against her crotch.

She chuckled. "Oh, a reward or are you just that feisty?" Its response was another vine making its way over her shoulder, brushing against her mouth and she opened her mouth eagerly. She moaned, not stopping it one bit. Another night wouldn't hurt her.