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She laid him gently onto his back, squatting down over him, her groin still pressed tightly to his. Then she sighed and began kneading against him, pulling her ovipositor subtly. After two consecutive orgasms, she truly was spent this time, and tired too. Her ovipositor had begun to soften now, and she had to at least get it past his prostate while it was still rigid enough to pull through. She had unfurled her entire length into him and had around six inches of curled length in his bladder. She pulled subtly, gently, she didn't want his sphincters to become any more inflamed or irritated, constricting the passage any more than it already was.

Slowly, she pulled herself out of him, and he could feel it as her muscular bands stretched his sphincters open just a little, then let them close back down in the valleys, before being stretched again. He huffed, not sure that what he was feeling was pain or pleasure anymore. It was distracting though, and it made his abdomen knot up. "Um, c-could you go a little, f-faster?" he practically breathed, not wanting to exert his diaphragm down on his lower abdomen. She looked down at him, their eyes locking, "Are you sure?" she asked him soothingly. "P-please I.. can't s-stand it.."

She complied, and flexed her pelvic muscles, her passage contracting around her inner length to retract it back inside her genital cavity. Her length was still slick from his orgasm, a sensation she greatly enjoyed, and was easily slid from him. Still careful, she pulled out those few inches from his bladder, and felt her still swollen knot bump up against his trigone, pushing her eggs aside. He didn't seem to notice, poor thing, but she did. She would have to pull it through while it was still rigid, or it may get stuck, at least until his sphincters were no longer swollen. "Here it comes." She warned, "Try to push." Tylim did, pushing hard until the stinging pain in his bladder forced him to let up on the pressure.

She pulled against him, popping her knot through instantly, but then his sphincter clamped down firmly on the valley between her glans and knot. She tugged, "Push." she cooed. Tylim gritted his teeth and pushed against the pain, he let out a low whine, his hands clenching. Her glans popped through along with some of her fluids and the pressure pushed her through his prostatic urethra. A few flexes of her abdomen and her length slid right out of him. There was a slight popping sensation when her knot and glans were pulled from the tip of his penis. A stream of fluid squirted into her depths immediately after, causing her to flinch at the sensation. It cut off quickly, as her eggs were wedged against his sphincter.

She lifted herself off of him, standing as upright as her body allowed. Tylim looked up at her, his eyes pleading. She towered over him, but then reached down to grip his back and waist, hoisting him up. She brushed the dust and pebbles from his down and then carried him over to the nearby spring. She set him down on a rocky ledge as she craned her neck over for a drink. "You must relax," she told him "or my eggs won't be able to pass." He grimaced and tried to roll over onto his feet. He needed to get up and assume a urinating position. He needed to empty his bladder, urgently, badly. Grabbing him gently, taking care not to press his lower abdomen, she helped him to stand. He could feel the eggs shift ever so subtly inside him, as a weight pressing against his bladder wall.

He leaned forward onto his hands before his knees buckled, and he squatted there. Then he tried pushing, a little at first, hoping to get the fluid out. He managed a trickle, which became a thin stream, but pain quickly stopped him. "No," she said "you'll need my fluid to help push the eggs out." She reach over his shoulders and lifted him from his hands. Standing beside him, she held him up, causing the weight of eggs to shift back down to his trigone. "Now push." He did, and a little fluid escaped before the exit was blocked. Clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, he pushed harder, trying to force it out of him, trying to force all of it out of him, but his bladder was far too stretched, his muscles couldn't exert enough pressure on the volume.

Tears started to well up as he suddenly feared they were stuck in there, permanently. Then he felt a sudden wedging in his sphincter. His eyes shot open and he gasped. Something had popped through, much smaller than her knot was. It was quickly followed by another, much bigger and not at all round like he expected. It hurt, but not as much as his bladder did, so he didn't let up the pressure. The wedging sensation increased, quickly filling his prostatic urethra. He then realized these were her eggs, and they were small, much smaller than her girth was. And because of that, and how much she had stretched him open, they weren't coming out in a line as they had gone in, they were being forced out, into his prostatic urethra one and two at a time. As this realization dawned on him, he clenched down reflexively in panic.

That was a mistake, as he immediately learned. The eggs were soft, squishy, and quite pliable, but squeezing down on them only stung his urethra and sphincters. He took a deep breath, and then pushed hard again. She continued to hold him, now sitting down next to him. "They're stuck." he whimpered, his voice cracking. Then he felt the first one push past his prostatic sphincter, then the second, then two more, then another two, then three. Finally! he thought, I can get them out of me! The eggs progressed slowly up his urethra though. But in the back, he could feel volumes of her fluid slipping out between them. Eventually, pressure forced them to his tip, where, after a brief moment and sensations of blockage, the first egg popped out and slid down his glans.

He held his breath and craned his neck down to look. He wanted to see them. He saw the egg laying in a wet stain on the rock. It was small, a little larger than a pea maybe, but then he saw the rest emerge, the two getting jammed in his glans. But now he could do something about that. He reached down and squeezed his penis just behind his glans, feeling for the two jammed eggs. He pinched his urethra behind them and tugged forward, painfully forcing the two eggs out at the same time. He didn't care though, his bladder hurt far worse. He watched as the eggs dribbled out of his penis, minute streams of fluid squirting out every now and then.

Then there was a rush of fluid, and for an instant he had a small, thin stream going. Then it stopped, briefly, and eggs started popping out in ones and twos again. Only now there was a constant stream behind them, which built in pressure as his bladder slowly, excruciatingly emptied. Instead of dribbling out and falling onto the stone ground, they were being propelled slightly forward, trailed by a weak stream of her expelled fluids. He looked down to see how many there were, scattered on the stone amidst a small puddle now, there was maybe thirteen or so, but they were coming out fast now.

Then he felt that weight no more, as most of her eggs were in transit in his urethra, save for a few left inside his bladder still. But despite the absence of the blockage, he just couldn't empty his bladder fast enough. After all the eggs moving down his urethra were expelled, his stream remained the same, little more than a trickle. It was a rather thick fluid, to be sure, and viscous, but not so much like his own semen. It was more like his pre-ejaculate, very lubricant and fluid. She leaned back, pulling him with her. Startled, he looked up at her as she pressed her hand down over his bladder, pushing it in.

He squeaked out a cry of pain, but made no attempt to stop her. It was helping slightly, his stream picked up a little more pressure. His bladder hurt, it was sore and the inner wall was most likely torn in places. As it deflated, the stinging turned into a burn which steadily grew sharper. Eventually, it became too much for him and he had to stop. He clenched down and the stream cut, a few drops running out and under along his length. He could smell the puddle he'd made, it smelled..odd and unlike anything he might have expected. His bladder was still somewhat full, probably about as full as if he needed to urinate urgently, but not to the point that it would be painful, the point that it was forced well past. But it didn't matter now, his entire lower excretory system was so abused he didn't want to use it right now.

She had removed her hand when he clenched, "You are still quite full, little male. You must continue to empty yourself." she cooed in his ear. "I can't... it hurts too much." his voice was tired, and broken, much like how he felt. "If you retain my fluid, it will continue to hurt, and you must urinate sometime. Here," She propped him over herself, leaning against the edge next to the cool spring. "drink." He leaned over and did so, the water was cool and welcome, and was, quite frankly, the original reason he had come to this place. "Let me rest a while first... please." He practically pleaded. She smiled down at him "We can rest here, this place is safe." she said reassuringly "I come here quite often."

Tylim was looking at the puddle, with the eggs he'd "laid" clumped together in the viscous fluid. They were dark, and red tinted. He figured there were maybe twenty-something of them, that many inside of him. He imagined them all clumped into one mass, inside his bladder, and it seemed that the weight he felt was definitely justified. That would have been roughly the size of a small fruit, three inches in diameter maybe. For something that was inside his bladder, shifting around, it was big. He knew there were still a few left in him, he could feel them ever so slightly as they rolled around inside him whenever he moved, but he couldn't do it anymore, he had to rest and let the pain in his bladder fade down a bit before he could try again.

"Where exactly do you live?" he asked her. Her warm smile was replaced by a look of confusion "What do mean? I live here." Now he was confused, "But you said you come here often, I thought you might live somewhere else, you know, a shelter maybe, where you sleep." He thought he sounded quite stupid having to actually explain that, but she was quite alien to him after all. She grinned though, "I do come here, but I do not sleep here, often. I do have a shelter where you can stay with me." He was both glad and afraid to hear that. After what she had done to him, not just emotionally but physically, did he really want to sleep with her around? To stay with her? What did she mean by that? He hoped she didn't feel like he was her's to own like a slave. He just didn't know what to think anymore, anything was a possibility to him now.

"But first, we must rest. This place is safe, we can sleep for a while here." She shifted her position, laying on her side, and pulled him in against her, chest to chest. She placed her thigh over his waist and wrapped her arms around him, her snout resting above his head. She was warm, and he felt cold and sore, and tired. Her abdomen, which was no longer swollen with her fluids and eggs, pressed against his, where she had emptied it moments ago. There was still a great sense of pressure in his bladder, but his exhaustion won out against discomfort and he accepted her embrace.

He drifted off to sleep rather quickly, having been deprived during his days of aimless wandering no doubt. She smiled as she caressed him. Such an interesting little male. She thought, He needs someone to help him, it's a miracle I even found him like I did. Then, she eventually joined Tylim in sleep, the sound of rushing water creating a soothing lullaby.